The child, acting as mother, continues the tender love between mother and child.

I decided to write this novel after obtaining my mother's permission. Those who read my previous posts should know if this is true. My mother said that with her son's good writing skills, she was sure it would be excellent. Erotic novels often fall into clichés. I wasn't very confident at first. But my mother said, "I'll help you. Write a little every day, and you'll definitely be able to finish it." With my mother's encouragement, I became more confident. My mother leaned down and kissed me affectionately. I said, "Before I start writing, I want to make love with you, Mom." My mother smiled and nodded. Then she gently undressed. My mother and I kissed tenderly and passionately. I loved my mother's saliva. We exchanged saliva continuously. My mother's was so fragrant and smooth. My mother is truly beautiful, looking like a mature female celebrity. At 36, she still looks like a young woman who has just given birth. Her breasts are high and firm, her nipples thick and long, incredibly sexy. I had my naked mother cover her head with her hands. Then I saw again the thick patch of dark, soft armpit hair under my mother's armpit. I stuck out my tongue and gently licked it. My mother moaned slightly. I've always had a wild love for every part of my mother's body, including her lovely hair. I continued licking and sucking on her armpit hair while stroking her small A-cup breasts. My mother's face flushed, her breathing quickened, and her moans grew louder. My penis was already hard, pressing against my mother's soft lower abdomen. Seeing my dear mother's beautiful armpit hair peeking out was incredibly sexy. And my mother's armpits didn't have any odor; on the contrary, I could often smell the pleasant perfume she had sprayed. The armpit hair was more than just a visual pleasure. We often had armpit sex. My semen often shot into my mother's armpit hair, and then she would smear it on her breasts, lower abdomen, and lips. Sometimes she would put it in her mouth, savoring it slowly, saying, "My son's semen smells so good." I probed my mother's genitals; they were wet. "Son, I want you." I said, "No." My mother said anxiously, "Give it to Mom." "You can choose to go into any of Mom's holes." I laughed. "Go into the top one first." I lay on the bed, and Mom leaned down, gently grasping the base of my hard, thick penis with her left hand, then opened her cherry-like mouth and slowly took the glans in. Mom's mouth was the typical cherry-like mouth of a classical beauty. Therefore, she often complained that my penis was too thick. I liked the feeling of having my hot penis in Mom's warm, moist mouth; it felt extremely comfortable all over. I often couldn't help but want to ejaculate in her mouth. But Mom wouldn't let me do that. Because I would choke. She would take my penis out at the right time and let me ejaculate on her white breasts. When the white semen flowed down her cleavage, Mom would carefully scoop it up with her hands and eat it little by little. I always thought that the reason Mom's skin was so delicate and elastic was largely related to my semen. Mom agreed, and once even joked, "You've also drunk quite a bit of Mom's nectar, so we're even." Mom lowered her head and sucked on my penis for a long time. I couldn't hold back anymore. Mom said, "Good boy, don't ejaculate, ejaculate below Mom." So Mom lay down. Then she guided my penis into her vagina. I thrust all the way in. Mom's vagina was narrow, warm, and moist; my penis felt incredibly good inside. I thrust quickly, and Mom moaned with pleasure. Soon, I ejaculated. Mom also reached orgasm. As I write this, I'm naturally a little tired because I just made love with Mom. Mom made me a cup of tea and said, "I'll sit beside you and write, be your page." Beside Mom, I began to write. Neither Mom nor I were wearing clothes. At home, we're used to being naked together. Mom was wearing a cute little tank top and casual shorts. You could see her deep cleavage. Mom took off her tank top, revealing a white bra. Mom's breasts were so full that the bra could barely cover them. Then Mom took off her shorts, revealing a pair of equally white panties. Mom's vulva was really full, her mons pubis high and round, and you could see the dark shadows of her pubic hair. Some long strands even peeked out from under her panties, looking incredibly sexy. Son, is Mom pretty? "It's beautiful, Mom. I want to see more inside." Mom smiled sweetly. "Son, can you help Mom take it off?" I could hardly believe it. "What, you don't want to?" I quickly started to lift the hooks on Mom's bra. Ah, I saw Mom's breasts. They stood proudly erect, semi-circular, white, with dark red areolas and thick, elongated nipples. With Mom's rapid breathing, her breasts trembled slightly. I wanted to touch them, kiss them. But I held back and continued to take off Mom's panties. Her pubic hair was gradually revealed. Her entire vulva was exposed. The Mom standing in front of me now was the Mom I had been thinking about day and night, naked. My penis was already erect, pushing up my athletic shorts. I remembered when I was in school, I often masturbated with Mom's panties and stockings. Mom knew, but she didn't stop me. Until two months before the college entrance exam, one night Mom said, "Look at Mom's body carefully. Don't suppress yourself. After you've looked, you have to study hard, okay?" "But Mom, I really want to make love to you." "Son, no, we're mother and son, we can't do this." "But if we don't, my grades won't be good." "Son, you're putting Mom in such a difficult position." "Okay, son, Mom can help you with her hands and mouth, but you can't force me to have sex with you." Since Mom's tone was so firm, I didn't want to make things difficult for her anymore. I sat on the sofa, and Mom knelt in front of me. Mom pulled down my pants and underwear. My well-developed penis was already erect. Mom looked at it with some surprise and said, "Son, you've really grown up. No wonder you miss Mom." Mom held my penis with her left hand and slowly stroked it with her right. Then she started to move. I groaned. And felt like I was going to ejaculate. "Just ejaculate. Don't think about anything." Mom's gentle words were like a powerful driving force, and I almost simultaneously ejaculated a stream of hot semen. Mom's face and body were covered in my semen. "Are you feeling better? Does it feel good?" Mom asked gently. "It feels so good, thank you, Mom." "If you need Mom anytime, just say so. Mom will help you, but you still need to do your homework." I nodded. Then, Mom got some tissues and carefully wiped my penis clean, and dried her body of semen. "I'm going to take a shower, you rest first." I said, "Mom, I want to shower with you." Mom smiled shyly, "No, I'm not used to it." I smiled too, "Mom, you go shower." As Mom's slender, flawless white body disappeared into the bathroom, my penis became hard again. It felt like a dream. Since then, my relationship with Mom has become even closer. At home, we are like a couple deeply in love. Every day before I get off work, Mom always calls me and says, "Sweetheart, Mom is coming home soon." As soon as Mom enters the door, we hug, kiss, and caress each other. I like to hug Mom from behind and vigorously knead her breasts with both hands. I press my hard penis against her full buttocks. Mom would often groan, then beg me, "Son, let Mom go, let Mom cook." "Mom, I don't want to cook, I want to make love." I shouldn't make unreasonable demands of Mom. But I've never made love before, and I really want to. "You can do it when you have a girlfriend." "No, son, I only want Mom." "Sweetie, no." Then we'd have dinner, watch TV, and chat. Before falling asleep, I'd usually ask Mom to help me masturbate. Mom rarely refused such requests. She'd just sometimes ask with concern, "Are you alright?" Every time Mom helped me ejaculate, I felt grateful; I could die happy with a mother like that. Sometimes, when we were in a good mood, we'd joke around or play games. For example, I'd ask Mom, "You masturbate too, right?" Mom always avoided a direct answer, just saying, "Ugh, don't ask Mom such embarrassing questions." "So you do?" "I won't say." Mom's tone was firm. "Then you must have sexual fantasies, right?" "Yes, I do." "Who have you thought about?" "Handsome, sexy men on the street." "Mom smiled and said. Have you thought about your son? Do you want me to tell the truth? Of course. I have, especially after seeing your little baby for the first time. Have you thought about making love with me? No. We are mother and son. I just want you to answer whether you've thought about it or not." Mom looked at me, lowered her head, and said, "I have." I hugged Mom tightly, looking at her beautiful face, and said, "Mom, do you know? You are my only family in the world, and the woman I respect, admire, and love the most. I love you more than I love myself. Wanting you isn't just about satisfying my own desires, it's about winning your heart. I'm afraid that one day you'll be taken away by another man." Tears welled up in Mom's eyes. She said emotionally, "Son, you love Mom, and Mom loves you just as much. Over the years, I've rejected so many excellent men's advances, all to stay by your side and give you the most love. Since you want my heart, today I will..."Update TV series, update movies, good TV series, good movies, TV series rankings, movie rankings, HD movies, movie recommendations. Promise me, son, because my heart has always belonged to you. We went to my mother's bedroom. It was autumn, a bit chilly, and my mother was wearing a very elegant woolen suit. My mother took off her clothes one by one until she was completely naked. I did the same. It was the first time we were naked together. My penis was hard and erect. We kissed passionately, my tongue slipping into my mother's mouth. My mother's tongue was very smooth, and I held it in my mouth, slowly sucking. My mother moaned, "Mmm, uh." At the same time, my hands vigorously rubbed my mother's breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect. My mother responded passionately. Her hands roamed over my back and buttocks. Then, my mother went around behind me, her hands caressing my chest and nipples. Then she slid down, grasping my hard, thick penis, and enveloping it in her warm palms. My mother breathed in my ear and said, "Son, I want you too." But my mother dared not say it. Of course, Mom masturbates, and she always thinks about your penis. Now, son, please enter Mom's body. Mom hasn't had sex for many years. Mom lies on the bed, opens her legs, revealing her full, hairy vulva. Mom's vulva is beautiful, prominently raised, and a dark red color. Due to excitement, Mom's labia majora are now open, revealing the tender vaginal opening and the fluid flowing out. Mom guides my penis to the vaginal opening with her hand. Then, closing her eyes, she says, "Hard, go in." I thrust hard, and my penis went in all the way. "Ah—" Mom immediately let out a series of incredibly comfortable and wonderful moans. I felt her vagina tightly enveloping my penis, warm and moist. So comfortable. I started thrusting quickly. Mom closed her eyes and moaned loudly and involuntarily. Soon, I ejaculated. Mom hugged me tightly. Neither of us spoke, both savoring the experience. After a long time, Mom, her eyes hazy with desire, whispered in my ear, "Son, you made Mom feel so good." It had been a long, long time since I'd felt this way. I said, "As long as Mom wants it, we can make love anytime." Mom said, "From now on, we'll be mother and son in public, and we can only be intimate at home. We can't let outsiders know. Also, don't let this interfere with your studies. If you become successful, Mom can be your sex slave." Mom, I kissed her tearful eyes and said I wouldn't let her down, and I would never let her be my sex slave. We are lovers. I will still respect and love you. Our life will only get better and better. After my relationship with Mom became clear, she really became radiant. Sometimes when we go to the park, I hold Mom's hand, and people think we're siblings. On weekends, we usually go to a hotel for a romantic dinner. Under the candlelight, Mom looks blissful. Sometimes when we walk together, she always looks so sweet and dependent on me, which makes me love her so much. Because of her regular exercise, my mother has always maintained a great figure, without any of the bloating or signs of aging typical of middle-aged women. When she smiles, two lovely dimples appear; she's truly a charming and beautiful woman. I began to love my mother passionately, and she felt the same way. We enjoyed this secretive yet slightly erotic life. (7786 words)

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