The entire process of making love with my mother in a very delicate way

September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival, and my mother and I went back to pay our respects. My hometown is surrounded by mountains, with a mountain stream in front of the house. The scenery is beautiful and the air is fresh. Not many families celebrate the Double Ninth Festival as Qingming Festival, but my hometown does. I hadn't been back to my hometown for many years. After graduating, I was unemployed at home, so on September 9th, I went back with my mother to pay our respects, hoping to relax and adjust my mindset before trying to find a job again. My mother and I took an overnight bus and arrived in my hometown at 9 am. My ancestral home, due to years of disrepair and its long history, collapsed in a storm. Now we can only stay at my uncle's house, which is located halfway up the mountain. The house is small, and naturally, there aren't many beds. At night, I have to share a bed with my mother. The weather on the mountain is strange. It's quite warm until 11 pm, very cold after midnight, and quite chilly until 11 am. There's a high mountain in front of our place, so we don't see the sun until after 11 am, making the mornings generally very cold. My mother and I arrived in our hometown early, so we hadn't started the ancestral worship ceremony yet. That time, the whole family worshipped, and it was a large-scale event. My family only needed to contribute money; we didn't need much help, like repairing the ancestral temple. My mother and I have a very good relationship, although we sometimes have a generation gap and are quite open in our communication. That day, my mother and I took a bus to the city; we just wanted to see what local specialties we could buy to take back. My mother is a very cheerful woman, 41 years old, with a fair complexion and a somewhat pure white skin. Her face shape is a bit like Zhao Yazhi's. She dresses neatly and usually likes to take care of her skin and groom herself, looking somewhat like a wealthy lady. She is tall...Around 160cm tall. My mother and I went to an amusement park outside the city for a while, then went shopping and bought some local specialties. We had lunch outside the city and went back to my uncle's place around 3 pm. Tonight we ate some local specialties, which tasted okay, but were quite bland. My mother and I were a bit tired from playing, so we took a shower around 8 pm and went back to our room. I watched TV in my room while my mother chatted with relatives outside. Around 10 pm, my mother took a shower and came back to her room. My mother had just finished showering, and her hair was still a little wet. She was wearing a rather cute set of pajamas, pajamas from many years ago. She started arranging the things we bought that day. I told my mother that we could do it tomorrow and watch some entertainment programs. It was a type of program that my mother liked, so she agreed and sat next to me, chatting with me about the celebrities on TV. I don't like watching TV (I only like using the computer), and as we chatted, I felt my eyelids getting tired, so I leaned on my mother's shoulder, held her left hand with both hands, and closed my eyes to rest. My mother saw me and told me to go to sleep. I didn't like going to bed early, so I said I'd wait a while and just need to rest my eyes. We leaned against each other like that, chatting. My mother was neither too fat nor too thin, with a moderate amount of body fat, making her very comfortable to lean against; at least I couldn't feel any hardness. I said, "Mom, it feels so comfortable leaning against you, so soft, and there's a faint scent of soap." My mother replied, "If it's comfortable, lie down a little longer. Is the wooden bed uncomfortable?" I nodded. My mother continued, "We were poor before, and your father and I slept on this kind of bed. Thinking back, I was working to earn money while your father continued his studies. Now he's an engineering designer; it really wasn't easy..." I nodded again, and my mother continued talking. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. When I woke up, my mother was holding me to her chest, preparing to lift me up. I was woken up, my eyes still blurry, probably from playing too much that day. I lazily held the lower part of my mother's head with both hands, and I vaguely felt the elasticity of her breasts, which felt incredibly comfortable. My mother tried to hold me up, but she was getting tired. Seeing that I was half-awake, she shook me awake. I wanted her to hold me up, but it was too late. Once I was awake, I jumped into bed and went back to sleep. I hugged the blanket, and then my mother turned off the light and got into bed. My mother slept next to me. The wooden bed was small, just enough for the two of us. After she lay down, I soon turned to my side and wrapped my arms around her right arm, my head close to hers, my body resting against her lower left side. It was just contact, nothing more. My mother let me be. We slept like that. I don't know what time it was in the middle of the night, but it was very cold outside. I'm sensitive to the cold, so I woke up because of it. But I was still half-awake, and my body seemed to instinctively move towards warmth. My hands were gripping the top of my mother's right arm, my legs were wrapped around the inside of her thighs, and my head was pressed against the side of her neck. It was so cold! I curled up. Even under the blanket, I still felt shivering. My mother's left hand was also around my back, letting me sleep closer to keep warm. But gradually I came to my senses, though I was too lazy to move, so I just curled up next to my mother. Half an hour passed, and my mother seemed to have fallen asleep. Her warm breath warmed my face, and I felt very cozy. I clung to my mother more and more. At this point, I became more awake, and I would touch my mother's hands and feet with my right hand and right foot to warm them, which felt very comfortable. My mother seemed to be a heavy sleeper. As I touched her, I moved my hand up her right arm and touched her face. I felt her loveliness, and I was instantly moved (it was the kind of love between mother and child—she is such a good mother). After touching her for a while, I didn't mean to, and my hand just went down. While playing, I accidentally touched my mother's breast. My mother's breasts were medium to large, soft, and not very elastic. I accidentally touched them, and suddenly my attention was drawn to my mother's breasts. But I didn't dare reach out and touch my mother's breasts. My head was between her neck and neck. I deliberately moved my head down, slowly bringing my cheek to the front of her breasts, just touching a little bit of soft, swollen flesh. I thoroughly enjoyed the comfortable and tender texture. My body was a little hot and I was nervous, but I still rubbed against her very, very gently. A minute later, my mother was still asleep. I cautiously moved my right hand up, my palm touching the top of her right breast. My palm touched a little bit of her clothes, but it was very hot and I felt like I was going to sweat. I slowly pressed down with my right middle finger, gently stroking her right breast. The feeling was very stimulating, but I was afraid of waking her. I pressed my right middle finger against the flesh next to her breast. It felt so good. As I pressed, I started to gently press her nipple. Her nipple was very soft and tender, with a slightly tingling sensation. I pressed down a few times, then gently pressed my palm down from under her breast, my fingers pressing on her nipple. I paused for a moment, a chill running through me, my mouth watering slightly. I began to gently grasp my mother's right breast (my hand was under her breast at that time), pressing lightly from below, squeezing from both sides with my pinky and thumb, and gently rubbing around the nipple with my middle three fingers. It was very soft, comfortable, and stimulating. At this time, I kept a close eye on my mother, afraid that she might suddenly wake up. My right hand continued to caress her breast, very gently pressing and rubbing her nipple, gently pinching it with two fingers and rubbing it in a circular motion. My lower body was very hot, and I pressed my abdomen against my mother's thigh. She was wearing pajamas at the time, and my penis was pressed against the side of her leg. I could feel the strong, silky sensation from her thigh. My penis was very hard, and I wanted to rub against her, to stimulate her, but I was afraid of waking her up, so my penis could only rest against her side leg. Because my right hand was touching my mother's breast, and she didn't seem to be awake, I boldly slipped my hand under her pajamas. I moved my hand slowly, feeling the distance was vast, and it took a long time before I finally touched her breast. A thunderous sensation washed over me; my heart and head burned. My entire hand remained on her breast, frozen in place. After a short while, my hand felt like a worm crawling on her breast, so warm. My right hand, absorbing her body heat, felt incredibly comfortable. As I touched her breast, my hand gradually moved to touch her entire breast. My thumb and the finger between my thumbs gently circled her nipple, turning it lightly. At first, the rotation was very gentle, but as the stimulation increased, I became bolder, gripping and pinching her nipple slightly harder. After a short while, my mother's nipples began to harden, and her entire breast seemed to come alive, softening and swelling. At that moment, I didn't care anymore; I gently squeezed her entire breast with my right hand, pressing my palm against that living breast, feeling as if it were larger than before. I began to rub her entire breast with my palm, rubbing it up and down with a relatively light touch. When my palm touched my mother's nipple, a continuous electric sensation traveled from my palm to my heart, like being electrocuted. My palm was suspended in mid-air, with my mother's nipple only half-touching it. I moved my palm left and right, up and down, until my mother's nipple just touched my palm. That feeling was more dynamic than touching her breast (you must try it if you have the chance). A jolt of electricity coursed through my heart. In my excitement, I gripped my right hand harder than before. My mother stirred slightly, turning her head towards me and shifting her waist back, leaning slightly towards me. I was instantly terrified and froze, my breath catching in my throat. My hand remained on her breast, still gripping it, afraid to let go for fear of waking her. After about three minutes, my mother remained still. My right hand, still holding her breast, felt slightly damp. I gently released her breast. I slowly reached out from under her breast, terrified that she would wake up, so I stopped all further intrusion. After about ten minutes, I was less frightened and calmed down. Confirming that my mother was still asleep, my heart began to race again. This time, I was much bolder. I gently pushed the blankets covering us down, and lightly lifted her nightgown. I shifted back to make it easier to lift her clothes. After a while, her breast popped out. When I was pulling up my clothes, I accidentally pushed my mother's breasts up as well. Her nipples bounced down and touched my left hand (very lightly). This time it was her left breast. I continued to pull up my pajamas, and with my right hand, I started to gently scratch my mother's breasts, making a "top-and-bottom" motion with my four fingers, while my thumb pressed on the nipple and pushed it upwards. The bumps (I can't type the word) near my mother's nipples stood up (those little bumps next to the breasts), and they became more and more obvious the more I rubbed them. Then I rubbed them in circles, and then I rubbed them with both fingers together, like a turbine. After playing with them for a while, I became bolder, moved my head down a little, grabbed the entire breast with my right hand, squeezed it, and put it into my mouth. My lips touched my mother's nipple, and I felt a slight itch. I then used the nipple to wiggle up and down against my lips. Stimulated and excited, I suddenly opened my mouth and took my mother's nipple into my mouth. After a while, I stuck my tongue out and touched my mother's nipple. Instantly, her right breast twitched and shuddered—the movement was quite forceful, startling me. I stopped, looking at my mother. I felt her breathing quicken, her breath warmer, as if she were being embraced by a gentle, comforting embrace. After a while, I began to suckle at her nipple again.My tongue deeply touched her nipple, feeling the bumps around it. My head and tongue swirled around her breast, while my right hand was also busy, grasping her right breast and making hand and finger movements, the grip still light. However, her right breast and nipple were unusually sharp. I pulled and rubbed them upwards with my fingers, stretching them longer and longer, until the nipple, like a flower petal, parted slightly. The center of the nipple was somewhat like a volcano crater, opening to both sides. I held two fingers between the sides of the nipple, while my thumb pressed down slightly on the center of the parted nipple, rubbing it. As I rubbed, the parted opening widened a little, and I could feel it getting slightly wet. My tongue was also busy, sucking. I opened my mouth wide, taking half of my mother's breast deep into my mouth, my saliva soaking most of it. As I pressed and sucked, my mother's heart pounded, and I could feel the rhythm of that throbbing in my mouth—a subtle, dynamic art. My tongue, intertwining with my nipples, sucked and swirled, like fingers gripping them, the pressure varying with each breath, causing my mother's breasts to rise and fall with it. Strangely, as I sucked, I felt the nipple of my mother's left breast gradually shrink from its initial sharpness. The more I kissed, rubbed, and sucked, the smaller the nipple became, eventually turning into a small, round, but slippery one. My tongue greedily swirled and stirred that tiny nipple. My right hand caressed the breast, making it erect; it seemed slightly larger than the left (in my opinion). I half-propped myself up, my left hand grasping my mother's left breast, both hands attacking her firm breasts. At this moment, I stopped sucking, enjoying the feel of my mother's soft breasts. For a moment, I touched my mother's nipples with both palms, hovering them above the water, making circles with my palms just touching them. As my mother's nipple touched my palm, the sensation transmitted from my right hand to my heart was indescribable (try this with your wife when you do it). The pleasure grew increasingly pleasurable, and my movements became faster and faster. My mother's right nipple (the one I was sucking) quickly became sharp again under my rapid, intense touch, and it even grew longer and longer, becoming so long that it started to rotate in my palm. Waves of pleasure surged through my heart and mind. After rotating my palm, I switched to a flag-raising gesture, using my thumb to rub my mother's nipple from the inside out with a little more force, hoping to lengthen it. During my vigorous rubbing, my mother slightly shifted her body, arching and moving closer to me. I was already burning with desire, and my palm continued to rub incessantly. Because my mother's breasts were quite large, I brought her nipples together with both hands, rubbing them against each other with increasing force, feeling the restlessness in her body become more intermittent. I opened my mouth wide and took both of her nipples into my mouth at once, my tongue intertwining between them. To make it easier for me to suckle her breasts, I moved my body down a little, moving closer. I straddled my mother's leg with my left foot, and my lower body, almost unconsciously, pressed against her smooth thigh, moving up and down. The pleasure wasn't very intense. However, I felt my penis burning hot, and all other sensations paled in comparison to the heat of my penis. But the more it paled, the more my desire stirred, and the more I moved, the more intense it became. Especially during the movement, I deliberately pulled my lower body back, offering my lower body, putting my penis in a penetrating position, or pressing it downwards, which made the feeling slightly more intense. The sensation in my lower body surpassed the pleasure my lips felt from my mother's breasts, yet my lips still unconsciously licked her breasts and the skin of her chest. After rubbing my lower body for a while, I released my mother's breasts and turned to caress the skin around them. I stretched out my tongue, tracing lines from her left breast to her right, like drawing or writing, and slowly moved my tongue down her chest to her neck. For some reason, when I touched her neck, I felt the veins throbbing intensely, so I began to suck and rub my tongue against her neck, especially when I sucked hard, and her reaction was very obvious. I became bolder and started moving my body upwards, grabbing near my mother's ears with both hands, licking and sucking her neck with my tongue and saliva. My lower body moved higher and higher, and half of my mother's lower abdomen was now pressed against my lower body. The more I suckled, the stronger my mother's reaction became. I could feel her breath getting stronger, and her exhaled air felt like a breeze blowing over my head. At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else. I continued sucking, slowly kissing my mother's cheek. She just dangled her tongue across her face. My lower body gradually covered her entire lower body. At this point, my penis was very long and hard, pressing directly against my mother's private parts. I increased the force of my lower body movements, feeling the bones of my mother's lower body rubbing against my sides, which was a little painful. So I moved down a little, my penis almost pressing against my mother's tender private parts. We were wearing relatively thin clothes, and I could feel the heat from my mother's lower body surrounding my penis. The alternating hot and cold sensations during the movement were incredibly pleasurable. With this hot and cold pleasure and the warm throbbing of my mother's flesh, I moved my lower body more and more vigorously. At this point, I stopped sucking on my mother, propped myself up with my hands, and made sure my lower body had maximum contact with my mother's private parts. As I moved my lower body, it felt as if I were making love to my mother. Her body was being pushed up and down by my rather forceful movements, shifting across the bed. She didn't make any other movements, just remained still, as if waiting for something. I already knew she was awake. The lower body continued, the warm area through her clothes swaying gently back and forth, like a fantasy, somewhat like buttock sex on a bus, but more real and intensely stimulating. We were locked in a physical struggle, and during this struggle, my penis gradually lost interest. I began to feel the increased friction of the clothing against my penis, but it was uncomfortable. I gradually stopped this movement and began kissing my mother's skin again, pressing my body closer to hers, kissing her neck. My left hand roamed and caressed her right side; her body was very warm. After a while, my hand moved down, touching the outside of her thigh, but after less than two seconds, I moved to the inside, avoiding her genitals. Her inner thigh was very warm and smooth to the touch. My mother was wearing those thin, soft boxer shorts-style pajama bottoms. I stroked her inner thighs, my fingers sometimes applying more pressure, sometimes pinching the flesh; her thighs were very supple. Slowly, my hand unconsciously moved to the area above her genitals. Her genitals were prominent, large but soft, and warm—a sensation no less pleasurable than stroking her breasts, each with its own unique characteristics. I was excited. My left hand covered her entire mons pubis, like grabbing a nipple, in a rather rough way. The process felt slightly rough, and I could feel her pubic hair moving as I stroked it. My rough caresses of her mons pubis, with moderate pressure and speed, felt like playing with sand. My lips were also kissing her body, skin, and various parts of her breasts. I slipped my thumb inside my mother's mons pubis, pressing and massaging it. It was still through her underwear, but the area above it was incredibly wet. When I pressed, it felt sticky, and my thumb was surrounded by a layer of fluid. The more I pressed and rubbed, the slipperier it became. I rubbed it with a little more force, and my mother seemed to move quite strongly. I ignored her (I knew she was awake). Because she was on her side, I could only use my fingers to rub against her underwear. As I touched her, I pulled her underwear down with my thumb, and my thumb touched her mons pubis. This was her vulva, incredibly slippery and wet. My entire thumb felt like it wasn't even touching it. At first, I just gently slid it along, slowly. During the sliding, I felt a small clitoris, and I lingered there, increasing the pressure and rubbing it. My mother's lower body moved with each rubbing; with each upward rubbing, her lower body would twitch. The mons pubis, rhythmic and uniquely alluring, rubbed against me. I began to move down from the clitoris, pressing hard. My thumb felt like it was entering another world, a unique realm. Indeed, inside my mother's vagina, my thumb was halfway in, and I began to stir and squeeze. My mother's vagina was very moist, and because my thumb was quite large, it almost filled the entire opening. The process of my thumb pressing in and out was quite unique. At first, it was slow, but then the force and speed increased, becoming continuous, like pressing the space bar on a keyboard, pressing in and out forcefully. My mother moved in and out as I pressed, constantly shifting back and forth, her lower body movements very varied and exciting. As I pressed deeper and deeper, almost my entire thumb was inside my mother's vagina, beginning the performance of in and out. As the saying goes, going in is easy, but coming out is hard (a somewhat exaggerated metaphor). My thumb was completely inside my mother's mons pubis, and as I pulled it out, my mother's vagina seemed to be sucking on me.My thumb (with a strong sensation) thrust in and out for a few minutes, and then I began to carefully explore the inner walls of my mother's vagina with it. The inner walls were incredibly smooth and tender, even smoother than lubricant, so tender that it felt like the skin was touching real flesh. I started moving in and out of the inner walls, and with more force, I could feel a slightly rough, granular texture. Perhaps this was a natural feature that women intentionally develop to stimulate a man's penis. My mother's sensations intensified as I played with the inner walls, and the stronger the sensations, the harder I rubbed them. The speed and force were immense, and I felt my thumb getting very tired, but I enjoyed it. The intense memories of my mother's body gave me a unique stimulation and thrill. After about 10 minutes, a liquid leaked out of my mother's vagina. Why did the liquid feel a little cold? Perhaps because my thumb was warm from the friction, the liquid felt relatively cold. As the liquid leaked out, my mother's lower body arched considerably, her torso and waist forming a semi-arched bridge. My mother woke up! I was completely stunned, everything stopped. My mother shifted back slightly, and I quickly pulled my hand out of her vagina. At that moment, I was pressing my body against hers. I froze, not knowing what to say or do… that was all I could do. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. I couldn't see my mother's expression clearly; she just stood there for a moment, looking at me, and I looked at her too. She paused, as if thinking about something, or perhaps angry, or perhaps waiting for something. At that moment, I was absolutely terrified, even losing all feeling in my penis. Looking back, that moment was actually very short, about 30 seconds, but the mix of emotions made it feel like every second was a cruel joke, every millisecond was being counted. Suddenly, my mother grabbed my head and thrust her long tongue into my mouth. Faced with this sudden attack, I was completely stunned. But my mother seemed incredibly enthusiastic, her long tongue filling my mouth, I almost couldn't breathe, and she pulled my body against hers. Ten seconds later, I regained consciousness and began to use my inner strength to forcefully suck and pull on my mother's tongue. Her tongue was sucked hard, completely held in my mouth. I pulled it to its limit, then suddenly released it, and it retracted. I extended my tongue to interact with hers, like a tender couple. My tongue stirred, forming various shapes; the most difficult was tying our tongues together, one on top and the other on the bottom, constantly stirring. Because my kissing skills were terrible, almost haphazard, I drooled profusely, which my mother eagerly accepted. My hands moved from my mother's back to her breasts. This time, I unleashed my powerful, unrestrained grip, grabbing her shapely breasts and pressing them against my nipples with my thumbs. My mother enjoyed this feeling. I felt her lips kissing me intensely, her tongue stretching far into my mouth, almost completely engulfing it. My mother's hands weren't idle either; she was haphazardly stroking my back, then suddenly pulled down part of my pants, grabbing my buttocks hard with both hands. She seemed obsessed with that flesh, kneading, stroking, and swirling it around. She then forcefully pressed my lower body up, so my lower body was now on top of her vagina, pressing against my skin. My penis was pressed against her vagina, and she lifted my buttocks, pushing against them. The intense friction of my penis against her vagina through the clothes was almost unbearable; it was incredibly engorged. My mother seemed to really enjoy this "brother-vulva" intercourse; the waves of stimulation it brought were indescribable. My mother had opened up to kiss me, and my lower body moved in rhythm with her. Each time she pressed down, she thrust hard, adjusting the opening of my penis, indirectly touching each other, experiencing waves of pleasure, heat, and a fleshy, slightly wet sensation—it was truly indescribable. I braced myself on the bed, afraid of hurting my mother. But my lower body was cooperating with her movements. After a while, I lifted my lower body, stopping my ministrations with my mother. I pulled down my pants completely and took off my shirt. My mother then pulled down her shirt, revealing her breasts, but I couldn't see them clearly. I was completely naked. As my mother prepared to pull down her pants, I immediately pressed down on her. Her pants were only pulled down to her knees. I pressed down, my penis moving against my mother's underwear, the friction feeling uniquely comfortable, different from the friction between her pants. It felt very real and very sensual. My mother's underwear was already soaked with fluid, and my penis was actually wet when it touched her, but that felt incredibly pleasurable. My mother placed her hand on my back, simply supporting me without making any further movements. I rubbed against her panties. Besides the soft, moist, and slightly elastic texture, there was also the friction of her pubic hair. Even through the panties, her pubic hair brought a leap in texture. I leaned over her chest, rubbing against her breasts, my lower body against her upper body. Especially her nipples, hard and sliding against my chest, were very defined, each strand distinct. My lower body felt like I was fantasizing about a beautiful woman, while my upper body was truly throbbing with desire. I rubbed harder and harder. As I rubbed, my mother arched her lower body, her legs supporting her weight. She used her feet to push off her pants, which were still on, and we began a rhythmic but rapid rubbing motion between her and me. After rubbing for a few minutes, I arched my back, aiming my glans at my mother's vaginal opening. I pushed slightly, bumping against her through her thin panties. My glans slid in a tiny bit, and her panties followed suit—the feeling was incredibly pleasurable. If you have the chance, buy your woman some very thin panties and let her try them on. That feeling of wanting to penetrate but being unable to, that psychological sensation, is absolutely unique. It's like wanting to have sex with a girl on a bus, wanting to penetrate her vagina but unable to—but only slightly more intense. At this moment, I continued arching my back, my penis thrusting into my mother's opening. My mother seemed to be experiencing this feeling of wanting to do it but being unable to; her legs even rose above my buttocks, her feet following my movements, as if urging me—"Go in faster, come in faster!" And so, my mother and I arched our genitals together. As the thrusting intensified, my glans entered my mother's vagina. Although her underwear was in the way, I couldn't feel its effect; it merely provided resistance. Her vagina was very moist, and the stimulation seemed to bring a unique flush. I sat up, grasped my penis, and began to rotate it around the part that was inside her, sometimes pushing it further in, sometimes swaying it against her. My mother was thoroughly enjoying this unique pleasure. Although neither of us had spoken a word, I could feel her arousal and sensations; it was incredibly pleasurable. After a while, I leaned over her and suckled her breasts. Her nipples remained firm and erect, clearly from the intense pleasure. My penis remained inside her. After a while, I used my hand to pull the bottom of her underwear to the other side, completely exposing her vagina, though she was still wearing underwear. I began to touch my penis against my mother's mons pubis. The texture of that flesh was unparalleled; its moisture truly attracted my glans. I thoroughly enjoyed this illicit pleasure. I rubbed my glans against her vaginal opening, and she seemed to react, her body trembling. I sat up, one hand pushing up her panties, the other gripping my penis, forcefully rubbing the glans against her mons pubis, thrusting and pausing. My mother's body shifted up and down, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally bumping against my glans. Perhaps due to her own reflexes, my glans began to rub against her clitoris, then against her vaginal opening. The breaths she exhaled and the movement of her chest revealed her deep enjoyment. I enjoyed it too. After a while of rubbing, I lay on top of my mother, my penis head inside her vagina. I started thrusting, but not fully inside. Her vaginal muscles stimulated my glans, the sensation was so incredibly pleasurable. My mother's lower body moved and thrust upwards, as if trying to fully penetrate me, but I wasn't in a hurry. My mother arched her back, and I moved back, continuing like this for a while. When she arched her back, I pushed hard and fully penetrated her vagina. It felt so good, so wonderful! It's best not to let your loved ones know your next move during sex; that's what makes it exciting and stimulating… After penetrating, I paused for a moment, then thrust in again with great force, making my mother's body move. I held my mother, slowly thrusting my hips in and out, each time with varying force, sometimes harder, sometimes slightly harder. The force varied, and her reactions differed, but each time she gasped for breath; I could feel the heat and power of her breath on my neck. Based on this, each thrust was relatively forceful, but not very fast. After one powerful thrust, I suddenly accelerated, and the thrusting process began...The cracking of the whip, slightly louder than usual, was incredibly stimulating to my ears and heart. My mother's panties weren't pulled down; the edge of her panties pressed against the side of my glans. With each thrust, the edge of her panties slid against the edge of my glans, a sensation no less intense than sex. You must try it if you have the chance; buy the kind of panties that are a bit looser! My mother's genitals were almost completely wet. With my rapid thrusting, the sound echoing in the room, my mother's legs spread wider and wider. I didn't know if I was forcing them open or if I was deliberately making it easier for her to thrust. The faster I thrust, the more I slowly shifted my body, facing my mother. Her eyes were closed, but they were closed quite tightly, as if she was struggling. Her mouth was open, and her nose was flaring, her breath coming in heavily. Her head was tilted slightly; although I couldn't see very clearly, I could still make out what was happening. My mother was enjoying the penetration, the impact, the plunging, the pounding of my penis. Her expression was strange; she was just frowning. During the thrusting, I became a little tired and slowed down. As soon as I touched my mother's lips, she responded with a passionate kiss, her tongue still protruding into my mouth. My movements slowed, but my mother's lower body began to arch and thrust upwards, though not entirely comfortably. With a sudden burst of strength, I pulled my mother up and lay down on top of me. My mother's body climbed onto mine, remaining silent and still. At that moment, I felt her and whispered, "Mom." My voice was very soft. Then I held my mother's head, and after a while, I began kissing her hair, face, eyes, and mouth. As I kissed her, she slowly released me, and we began to intertwine our tongues. I started caressing her arms, slowly moving one of her hands to my penis, grasping the back of her hand and touching it. I was very wet down there. At first, my mother wasn't very willing or proactive. I whispered to my mother, "Mom, don't worry. In this dark night, it's just the two of us. Don't worry too much." Then I continued to kiss her deeply. My mother didn't answer or make any further movements for about three minutes. Then, she started moving her soft hands to caress my penis and glans. At first, she just pressed her palms against the base of my penis and rubbed it gently. As time went on, she started to grasp my entire penis with her palms and fingers, rubbing it up and down. I thoroughly enjoyed the tenderness and gentleness of her hands. It seemed like she was rubbing someone's penis for the first time, and she seemed quite awkward. I told her to just gently rub around the base with her fingers. She followed my instructions and rubbed. Her vaginal opening pressed against my thigh, and I arched my legs, lifting her up about twenty centimeters. She was very wet down there; I could feel the wetness on my thighs. The position wasn't very stable. My mother gripped my penis tightly. As my legs moved up and down, her vagina followed suit, arching her back. However, she would slide down at the highest point, moving back to my knees each time I lowered my legs. In this arched position, the skin of her vaginal opening was rubbed against my thighs. Over 60% of her body weight was pressed against her vaginal opening, rubbing against it. Each time I rose, she gripped my penis tightly, and the rubbing continued. After a while, I pulled my mother into my arms. When we were face to face, I kissed her lips deeply. I spread my legs, placing my mother on top of me, and gently inserted my penis into her vagina. As I slowly inserted it, a little fluid flowed out (it was only inserted at the opening, not inside). After a while, I whispered to my mother, "Mom, is it okay?" My mother didn't respond. She simply moved her hips, aimed at her vaginal opening, and inserted herself. The sensation of entering and penetrating was incredibly comforting, unlike the previous one-sided sexual release. It was a union of bodies, imbued with emotion and desire. My mother wasn't fully inside. I gently lifted my hips and thrust forward, and my mother and I were completely joined. At that moment, it wasn't just the pleasure of sex, but a profound and intense pleasure. My body slowly remained inside her, and my mother initially only symbolically cooperated. This continued as our bodies intertwined. Each time I penetrated, I felt the lubrication of my mother's vagina and a sharp pain from the pubic hair mingling with it. I used my hand to move my pubic hair aside; the pain felt like plucking hair. Following this, I leaned back, grabbed my mother's buttocks, and thrust upwards forcefully. My mother seemed to enjoy this position. Each time I pressed down, she cooperated vigorously, pressing deeply. She would pull back after a few seconds, then continue pressing down. Because of my hands, this sitting and embracing position during sex was very frequent. With each thrust, I noticed my mother's vaginal lubrication increased, making my thrusts smoother, but it wasn't as comfortable as it had been at the beginning. However, I could see my mother was enjoying this support; she moved closer to me, her arms tightly wrapped around my head, her breasts pressed against my chest. Since it wasn't as comfortable as before, I increased the force and speed, and my mother responded with high speed. Each high-speed thrust was followed by a quick rebound, but each time it penetrated deeply. Her mons pubis bumped against the flesh beneath my penis, very quickly, sending waves of pleasure through me. My mother's breasts moved rapidly across my chest, brushing against it, the silky texture like a drawing, but the speed of the drawing was too fast. My mother's head was almost touching my ear, and her warm breath was incredibly hot. I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying the impact this position brought her, the indescribable pleasure it gave her. I could only follow the movement, trying my best to make my mother comfortable (though I wasn't exactly comfortable myself). The position felt very intimate, but also somewhat empty. My mother's buttocks and upper body moved instinctively towards me. We continued like this for a full half hour. At the very last moment, a cool, moist fluid flowed from my mother's lower body, directly onto my throbbing penis. She stopped, resting her face on my shoulder, exhaling heavily, her body twitching slightly. Her face was hot, but also very sexy, leaning against me. I rested my face against hers. My mother had sweat on her face and seemed to be enjoying herself. I also felt very tired, so I moved to lie down and rested for a moment. I placed my mother's legs between my legs, my legs spread wide, her legs between mine. I inserted my penis; it was very lubricated inside her, making it uncomfortable. I pulled my mother's legs together, her vaginal opening pressing tightly against me. I moved my hips up and down like that, her vaginal walls gripping my penis, incredibly tight, yet incredibly pleasurable. My movements were exaggeratedly exaggerated, and my mother sensed that I really enjoyed it. She pressed me down, signaling me not to move. She placed a pillow under my arm, raising my hips. My mother kept her legs together, her hands on the bed, rubbing and moving vigorously up and down, not fast, but it felt like her vaginal walls were forcibly sucking out my semen. Each insertion and withdrawal felt different. My mother's mons pubis was very tight; during insertion, I felt an intense sense of possession and penetration. When I pulled out, I felt squeezed and sucked, waves of pleasure washing over me (I suggest you try it). It was incredibly comfortable, and I made humming sounds (a kind of wanting to hum but not quite), moaning sounds (maybe everyone thinks only women make these sounds when being penetrated, but maybe it was too pleasurable, and I couldn't help making these sounds). My mother realized this and increased her speed, grinding up and down. I thoroughly enjoyed the pressure and rhythm, especially the incredibly real and immersive feeling of oneness between the sexes. It felt like my mother's vagina was part of my own body, and waves of sensation, like electric currents, coursed through my mind and nerves. It was so pleasurable that I tried to control myself, wanting to savor this rare feeling of union. My mother was enjoying it immensely, exerting a great deal of effort in her penetration. As I neared ejaculation, I felt like I was about to collapse. In the end, my mother's speed was no longer enough to satisfy my urge to ejaculate, so I immediately spread my mother's legs wide apart on either side of my stomach. I gestured for her to speed up, and she lay on top of me, her buttocks arching back as I thrust into her again. The wet, sizzling sounds of our bodies colliding were very loud, and I could hear them clearly, but my mother didn't seem to care. I held my mother's waist, but she didn't move her waist at all. She simply arched her back and thrust in, like a hoe, but the handle didn't move; it was the hoe itself that moved. My mother's measurements were perfect. Each time she extended, my penis was just inside her vaginal opening, inserted very quickly. My entire penis was being rubbed against the vaginal walls, sending jolts of electricity through my glans. I thrust my hips a few times, and my mother continued to thrust in and out. My glans and genitals were being whipped by the rough, granular texture of her vaginal walls. My moans grew louder and my breathing heavier. At that moment, I gripped my mother's breasts tightly with both hands. My mother sensed I was about to ejaculate and increased the force and frequency, thrusting to the deepest part of her vagina each time (I felt something inside my mother resisting my glans, probably what people call the clitoris). With each powerful thrust of my mother's hips, I suddenly couldn't feel my penis thrusting against me anymore. My mind went blank, and the electric shocks from my penis...The flow numbed my mind and body; at that moment, the only sensation I felt was in my penis. My lips were white, my mouth dry, and even my breath seemed numb. As my mother thrust in and out, the semen I had been forcibly suppressing erupted without my resistance. My mother felt my ejaculation but didn't stop, continuing to increase the speed of her thrusts. This continued, my semen seemed to gush out in spurts, incredibly fast, with very short intervals, but the pleasure in those intervals was a series of light, tingling sensations coming from inside my penis. All my semen surged into my mother's vagina. After ejaculating, my senses paused for a moment. My mother was still moving on top of me, her speed actually increasing. Suddenly, I felt another gush of cool liquid flowing out. The pleasure from my mother's movements hadn't subsided. After a minute or so, I signaled for my mother to stop. My penis was still inside her vagina. My mother didn't pull out but rested on top of me. My mother and I rested like that, her arms pressed against my chest, her hands roaming gently over my skin. I lightly kissed her hair… Then she got up, dried herself, and gave me water. Perhaps because she was tired, or something else, she slept naked with me, but she held me tightly. My legs were between her thighs, and I could feel her pubic hair and some fluid on my thighs. Maybe she was just too tired, so we fell asleep like that. My mother didn't say a word from beginning to end, but I understood her feelings. We had sexual relations afterward, but I won't go into details. I never thought that what started as a thousand-word description of my relationship with my mother would take a whole day to write. My writing isn't great; I'm just trying my best to describe it clearly so that everyone can feel the real experience. This is the first time I've written about something like this, and it's been on my mind for a long time. I hope you can give me some guidance on this writing.

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