The mother lost control of her anus because of her son.

The mother, her anus incontinent because of her son, returned home late at night to find him sitting by the bed, weeping uncontrollably. That was our bed—past, present, and future. For a mischievous and stubborn boy, the dry bedding and the warm scent of his mother's body brought him peace and lulled him to sleep. It was on this bed that he grew from an infant to an adult, becoming independent, able to protect her, feed her, possess her, and love her. And she, too, on this same bed, grew from a young woman to a mature mother, like a ripe autumn pear, full of juice and fragrance—the body her son would always cherish. But tonight, the moon is full, yet she ignores him, weeping silently, so heartbroken. He tries to approach the bed, but she pushes him away; it is the love nest of mother and son, why won't she allow him near? "Mom, what's wrong?" I tugged at her, the silk buttons of her nightgown slipping open with the slightest force, revealing a pair of snow-white breasts and two shy cherries. "Mmm..." she whimpered, always like this, angry with her son yet coy and affected. "Mom, my darling, my baby, my little bundle of joy, I love you, Mom~" I cupped her breasts and swallowed them whole, sucking on her nipples, and she trembled slightly. I was used to using sweet words to coax her like this. Whenever a woman is angry, and you feel there's no reason why, you have to comfort her, especially when she's your mother, you have to cherish her even more. Sweet tears fell onto my face, flowing to the corners of my mouth, warm liquid, full of her love, her sorrow, her resentment. Her eyes were already flushed with a peach-red hue. Seeing her infatuated expression, I couldn't help but kiss her. A long kiss, forcing her to gasp for breath. Her maternal body struggled. My large hand gently slid over her waist. Her nightgown fell off, revealing her smooth, tender buttocks completely naked. She wasn't wearing a bra or underwear. She waited for me to come back, yet she cried like an infatuated woman. I embraced and kissed her, yet even her anus secreted love fluid. What's wrong with her? Who can understand a woman's mind, especially when she's your mother? (ttp://vagamentesuscettibile.com">Touching her every day, every night, every night, touching her hard. At this moment, there's no need for words, just brutally assault her. She adopts a non-cooperative posture, yet her buttocks are naked, waiting for her son's assault, isn't that right? Then begins a son's conquest of his mother, kissing her while thrusting. My strength swells and rages within her, her paradise is wet, her hair is wet, her eyes are wet. As her snowy breasts bounce and her plump buttocks sway, I thrust into the end of her honeyed path, further in, into the homeland that gave me birth and nurtured me. Strike, I return to my homeland, like gentle clouds, the deep river of maternal love, she trembles violently, where spring waters overflow like a tide. After we finished, the moon hung high outside the window. Her moist eyes were so pitiful, yet she wouldn't let me kiss her. Instead, she pressed her face against my chest, wriggling her hips, and whispered, "Bad boy, Mommy's bad boy..." "Good baby, good mommy, what's bothering you today?" "Hmm..." she whined again, and I pinched the soft, white flesh of her buttocks. "You forgot what day it is today? Mommy is so sad." She finally said. "What day is it today?" "March 8th." "Oh, hehe~" I thought to myself, today is March 8th, Women's Day, and also her birthday, this voluptuous woman, this repressed shrew. I was really bad. I leaned close to her ear and said, "So you're waiting for your son to come home with your big, bare ass." "Hmm..." "You thought he forgot your birthday, so you're crying with your big, bare ass again." "Hmm..." "But you're not crying enough, so your son isn't ready to accept your grievances." "You're bad. How do you cry properly?" She blinked her beautiful eyes. "To cry to your lover, you cry here..." I circled her plump buttocks with my index finger, found the cleft, and probed into the deep groove, touching that delicate chrysanthemum bud hidden deep inside. "Oh..." she groaned, "No, that's..." "What is it?" "..." "I want you to tell me, or I'll tease it." I let my middle finger slip in slightly. "No, that's Mommy's asshole..." She became weak, her voice trembling. I thought to myself, cute little slut, still saying no, your asshole is so sensitive. "Say it again, I didn't hear you." I was very bad. "You're bad, that's... Mommy's asshole," she gasped, "Asshole, Mommy's asshole, Mommy's shameless, lewd asshole, is that okay now?" "Hehe~~ Good Mommy," I kissed her, "I haven't forgotten your birthday and International Women's Day, this is a gift, this year's gift is specially prepared for Mommy's asshole." "What is this?" She looked at the medicine bottle, blinking her eyes, "It's all Japanese, I can't understand it." "It doesn't matter if you can't understand it, as long as your asshole is obedient, let your son put it in Mommy's asshole." "Hmm..., so embarrassing, I don't want to~~" "You must, you have a lewd asshole." "Ah..., okay, I am a lewd mother, I belong to my son, be gentle with Mommy's asshole, okay?" "Don't be afraid!" She lay down, sticking out her buttocks, like an obedient doe, her plump buttocks were very sexy. I opened the bottle, dipped my index finger in the medicine, and inserted it into her anus, smearing the erotic liquid deep inside her anus. ... "Son, Mommy's so itchy down there..." "Hehe, where?" "Mmm... Mommy's anus, so itchy, it feels like I'm going into heat, good son, come and save Mommy's anus..." She cried again, each tear glistening and lovely. "Bend over, wriggle your aroused anus." She did as I said, her pink anus alluring and tempting. My strength reignited its fury, hard as iron, savage as a wolf, thrusting straight into the depths of Mommy's anus, all the way to the end of her rectum, pressing against the pylorus, tightly enveloped by the warm anal flesh. Every wriggle fueled my destructive desire. In my mother's anus, there was no need for tenderness, no need for pity, only brutal, wild, and unrestrained destruction. Her big buttocks were like dough, squeezed and pounded by me. Her shameless little anus was the perfect hole to humiliate her. Here, I gave her pain, I gave her brutality, and I gave her the ultimate shameless anal orgasm. When it was over, her anus was still slightly open, and a mixture of white and red semen slowly flowed out. She trembled all over, and I stroked her steaming big buttocks. "Will Mom's anus always be itchy?" she asked, blinking her beautiful eyes innocently. "Yes, and it will get itchier and itchier. I'll become addicted to enemas." "What is an enema?" "An enema is when a son exercises his daily power over his mother's anus, hehe~~" "I don't understand. I only know you're a bad son." "Hehe~~ Do you regret giving birth to such an evil son?" "No! I absolutely don't regret it. If there's an afterlife, I want to be your mother again." Her face flushed; she was so beautiful. The next morning, the scent of chrysanthemums filled our small bedroom. The sheets were wet, her thighs were wet, and her anus was wet too. She had lost control of her bladder; her anus had become wet because of her son…

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