This holiday was really great.

When my parents first met, my mother was an apprentice beautician, and my father was an electrician. After a long struggle, my father founded a company and opened many branches. In addition, he also owned some retailers who worked for him. My mother, Rita, even if you don't think she's stunningly beautiful, you wouldn't disagree that she's still a woman with a certain charm. The story begins on my mother's fiftieth birthday. To celebrate her birthday, she and my father were arranged to enjoy a ten-day vacation in Mallorca, while I stayed at my sister's house. I am the youngest of my parents' three children, and everyone jokingly calls me "the blackout boy" because my mother gave birth to me on a day when there was a power outage when I was nine months pregnant. I am fourteen years old this year, while my two older sisters are in their thirties, so you can infer that my birth was actually a mistake (or perhaps it was the result of my father's strong desire to have a son). However, two days before my parents were to depart, my father was unable to take the vacation due to work, so it was decided that I would accompany my mother on the trip instead. Two days later, my mother and I set off for Mallorca. Upon arriving at the hotel, we discovered a fact we had overlooked: my father had booked a double room, which meant my mother and I would have to share a double bed. Given the time constraints, changing rooms was out of the question.The mother and I could only face it with smiles and jokes. I must admit, I didn't think either of us would enjoy the holiday, because neither of us had any peers. I also didn't think my mother would be indifferent to it or take it in stride. However, these few nights together weren't as bad as I had imagined. In the evening, we had dinner at a bar and enjoyed the entertainment. When we returned to our hotel room at night, while my mother was showering, I quickly changed my clothes, rushed to bed, and covered myself with the blanket, because I was only wearing underwear. When my mother came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a sexy nightgown. Needless to say, it was an outfit meant to arouse my father's sexual desire, not mine. After kissing each other goodnight, we each occupied a corner of the bed and fell asleep back to back. Before sharing a bed with my mother, I had never imagined that she was such a sexy woman. But now I couldn't help but think so. Every night after our kisses, lying in bed, my mind was always preoccupied with how to "accidentally" touch my mother's nipples. Because of this, I always felt terrible in the mornings, because my penis would always be rock hard when I woke up, all because of the woman sleeping next to me, the woman who had begun to become my sexual fantasy. I desperately wanted to masturbate, but I couldn't. I would always jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom to pee my first pee of the day. But I overlooked the fact that my mother had already seen the bulge in my pants. Although she smiled, I knew she had definitely noticed. Anyway, as the holiday progressed, every night I would try to touch my mother's nipples and enjoy the feeling. My method involved extending the time between kisses and goodnight, then letting my hand slide slowly and gently down her shoulder until I reached my target. It wasn't fun at all, and when I tickled her, it usually turned into a children's playful squabble, which was really not fun! Finally, I tried blowing on her neck. In my imagination, I felt that this method worked. But in reality, when my mother told me to stop, I think my actions only angered her. Through my mother's body language, I think she knew what had happened, but just didn't want to say it. And all I could do was sit on the edge of the bed and masturbate listlessly each time she left. The last night of the trip finally arrived, and my mother allowed me to drink two bottles of beer, while she drank some herself. As bedtime approached, we walked back to our room, slightly tipsy. I closed the door in front of me, and my mother lay on the bed, arms crossed, legs crossed. I lay down beside her, and we chatted and laughed on the bed. But things changed a little when my mother spoke of what it would be like if I were an adult. The conversation became intimate; my mother talked about her thoughts when she was pregnant with me, and the shock she felt when she discovered she was pregnant at 36. As I listened to my mother, I raised a hand, looking at my mother lying face down, listening to her tell me she was the oldest mother in the nursery, and then about the first time other mothers mistook me for their grandmother when I was in school. At that moment, I slipped my arm through my mother's body and gently placed my hand on her left nipple. My hand had been there for a while before she realized what I was doing. My mother looked at my hand, then slowly looked up at me with an understanding expression, and said softly, "I think you'd better take your hand away, okay, son?" I knew exactly what she meant, but I said, "The best mother, I don't think you've ever asked..." At that moment, my hand began to move in a circle, rubbing my mother's nipple. She curled her body into a ball, rocking back and forth, her body trembling with laughter. After she stopped, she lay flat on the bed, wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed my head against hers, and gave me a big, wet, and casual kiss—the kind of kiss only a mother and son share. This wasn't what I wanted. As she released me, I thought, "Do it now, or you'll never have another chance. To hell with the damn consequences!" "As I leaned my face against my mother's and gently kissed her lips, a smile remained on her face. I tilted my head back, gazing deeply into her eyes, and then pressed our lips together once more. We kissed so deeply that she had no time to question the meaning behind the kiss. I raised my left hand and moved my mother's body to the other side of the bed. She was unable to move on the mattress because of my body. Another kiss, this time my mother slightly opened her mouth, and when her tongue touched my lips, I felt immense pleasure. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, and she responded with her action. Now, our tongues were intertwined like two snakes. This passionate kiss quickened my breath. I had kissed many girls my age, but for some reason, this kiss made me feel more intense and womanly. It was the sexiest kiss I had ever tasted, and my body trembled with excitement. My penis reacted more intensely than I had ever felt in my life, and my head felt dizzy. With each kiss, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest." I slowly moved my head down to my mother's stomach, and before slipping my hand inside her white bra to caress her large breasts, I slowly unbuttoned her nightgown. When I touched the bra, it felt both rough and smooth. My fingers roamed over the lace until I found and pinched my mother's nipples. My mother stopped the kiss, panting, and said, "That's enough, son. I think we'd better stop before things get out of hand." "Mom, no! I love you. I want you," I pleaded, knowing I had to do something to keep things going. "We were having a bit of fun." "My mother said, then added, 'But I am your mother, and…' As she spoke, I quickly freed my penis from the confines of my suit pants. I took my mother's hand and placed it on my throbbing, hard penis. When she touched it, she fell silent and let out some panting. She gripped my penis tightly, stroking it back and forth, while pulling my body close to hers. I stroked her legs with both hands, then moved towards her vulva. To facilitate my movements, she spread her thighs as wide as possible. The center of her panties was already soaked with vaginal fluid. I had never heard of women secreting vaginal fluid before, so my first thought was that my mother had wet her pants, but regardless, my lust was too intense for me to think about such trivial matters. My mother writhed on top of me, kissing my cheeks and neck, and holding me tightly with great passion. Suddenly, my mother jumped up, knelt in front of me, and said breathlessly, 'Hurry up, come on!'" She pulled me off the bed and yanked my shirt out of my pants. She unbuckled my belt and then ripped off my underwear all at once. I took a few steps forward, and now my penis was inches from my mother's face. Then something strange happened: she slowly lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth, greedily sucking on the entire shaft she craved. This was my first experience with oral sex; before this, I knew absolutely nothing about it. Sexual paradise! Incredible pleasure! Watching my mother's head bobbing in front of my penis. I held my mother's head and slowly slid my penis deep into her mouth. Her tongue licked my entire...The Japanese website "9999" features a reference to Yui Hatano. The text describes a woman touching my glans and caressing my testicles. The mother must have known I was on the verge of ejaculation because she straightened up and asked me to take off her clothes. Without a doubt, first her nightgown, then her skirt, and before I unhooked her bra, her nipples were pressed against my chest. When I removed her bra and let it fall to the floor, her nipples hung in mid-air, regaining their freedom. I couldn't resist the temptation, so I began to caress them. First I pinched them, then I rubbed them with my palms. My pleasure, the softness and size of my mother's nipples, and their firmness were indescribable. My mother's actions said it all. She lay on the bed, letting me press down on her, holding my penis, guiding it towards her wet, erotic vagina. This was my first time; I thrust and pumped, my frenzied actions making me like a madman. However, my mother slowed me down. "Shh...shh..." she whispered, "Relax, go slower." She began to direct my movements. I slowly thrust my erect penis in and out of her vagina, deeper and deeper, enjoying this lewd pleasure to the fullest. I felt my mother's fingernails digging deeply into one of my buttocks, and I experienced an unprecedented excitement, a feeling I had never felt before. My mother continued to control the rate at which my penis thrust inside her until I could no longer continue. Suddenly, my body convulsed, and then I ejaculated into a woman's body for the first time. I was completely weak, my legs were numb, and I could hear my own panting. I held my mother tightly until the spasm subsided. I pulled away from my mother's body, staring at the ceiling, breathing deeply. She gave me a deep kiss and said, "This shouldn't have happened. My dear son, we must never do this again." Indeed, apart from my pleas and entreaties, my mother and I did not make love...

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