son's tools

Lying quietly on her side in bed, Mom's full buttocks naturally curved beautifully due to her bent knees. Her panties not only couldn't contain her plump mons pubis, but also created irregular wrinkles along the indentation.

With a mix of nervousness, curiosity, and fear, a small hand slowly reached towards the mysterious, unknown area where Mom's thighs met.

The little hand trembled as it extended its index finger and gently poked the mons pubis, which was stretched out by the panties. So soft! The sparse pubic hair on the mons pubis was also so soft.

The little hand couldn't resist, and gently poked it again. It really was soft. Even softer than the large breasts she held when she nestled in her mother's arms, nursing.

Mom, seemingly sensing something in her sleep, lazily turned over.

The little hand quickly withdrew.

Staring blankly at the base of Mom's legs, it wasn't as clear as before.

Did Mom know?

Mom must know!

Would Mom be angry?

Mom would definitely be angry!

I timidly thought that although I was very young, no toy could arouse my interest more than my mother's genitals.

...Thinking, I nestled against my mother's legs and fell into a deep sleep.

It was that dream again.

I've lost count of how many times I've had this dream.

Actually, it shouldn't be a dream!

It's just that I was too young then, and my memory hadn't fully developed, so what actually happened always appeared in the form of dreams later in life.

Every time I woke up from this dream, I would quietly stare at the ceiling, recalling the dream again and again... and then fall back asleep.

Chapter One:

I'm already in junior high school. At 14, thoughts and desires about sex increasingly occupy my mind.

What excites and unsettles me most is that I get erections.

Just imagining a naked woman will give me an erection.

I've become increasingly imaginative.

Most of my imagination revolves around the genitals of the opposite sex. I know that women have an opening there, which, besides normal urination, can be used for penetration by men. I've known for a long time that women's genitals are different from men's.

But I still can't help but imagine.

Nothing unknown makes me more curious about the genitals of the opposite sex.

I felt my brain and body undergoing dramatic changes. These changes made me both uneasy and excited.

I knew I was developing because I would get an erection.

It was that dream again.

I woke up. But this time, I was sleeping on my stomach.

I don't know when this sleeping position became my favorite.

My erect penis was pressed between my body and the bed, it felt comfortable. I recalled the dream again and again.

It was an unreal, dark, soft mass of flesh, dark, soft flesh, very soft, very soft.

My penis was really hard, and it ached slightly from the pressure. I couldn't help but adjust my body slightly to make my aching penis more comfortable.

But I could never find the most comfortable position.

My movements grew more vigorous, that unreal, soft mass of flesh swaying before my eyes. I felt dizzy; suddenly, all my muscles surged with power, a power that gradually gathered from my limbs to my spine, then extended from my spine to my anus, and finally reached my penis. I felt that my penis was the most muscular part of my body. I gripped the sheets tightly with both hands. At that moment, I felt like a fierce male dog pounding a female, my penis my most powerful weapon, the bed the female, and I was going to pierce it. At that moment, I truly believed I could do it, because my penis was incredibly hard. If I couldn't pierce my bed, my penis would explode.

My penis really did explode. It felt like an electric current surged from my spine to my anus, then from my anus back to my penis. This was a feeling I had never experienced before. I was a little scared, but I couldn't control myself. My whole body trembled. My penis, under the impact of those electric currents, finally erupted, spurting out my first ejaculation. It was my first time ejaculating, and I gave my first time to my bed.

I can clearly feel my intelligence growing rapidly along with my body.

If I used 100% of my intelligence to imagine women's genitals, then even just using 1% of that intelligence to think about math problems would make the things the teacher teaches seem incredibly easy to understand.

I really don't understand why the teacher repeats the same content so many times, and I don't understand why some students still don't understand. From my test scores and the satisfied looks in my teacher's eyes during class, it's clear I'm very smart. Although I haven't reached the level of composing poetry in seven steps or having a photographic memory, I am indeed very smart. I can imagine the genitals of different girls, different female teachers, and different women ten thousand times, and after imagining ten thousand times, I continue to imagine, enjoying it immensely.

After every test, even a unit test, I tell my mother my test scores immediately. I cherish that moment when my mother looks at me with a gentle smile.

A smile, a glance, a gentle touch—every action and expression my mother makes is more moving than a thousand words.

This time was no exception.

She gently stroked my head. "My little frog is so clever." "Hehe," I chuckled smugly.

Mom was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, which fit her perfectly. She was an accountant at the company, and her usual attire was semi-formal casual wear. Through the semi-transparent white shirt, it was easy to see that Mom was wearing a white bra. Mom's breasts weren't the voluptuous type, but they were very full, and with her slender waist and full hips, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"You little rascal, where are you looking?" The hand that was stroking my head gently patted me.

"Nothing," I quickly denied, feeling my face flush instantly; I knew it must be very red.

My gaze darted away from Mom.

My reaction shouldn't have been so obvious, but that was when I was a child, ignorant and naive. Now, my mind was filled with imagined female genitalia. I felt like I'd been caught doing something wrong.

"It's not like you haven't seen it before..." I muttered softly.

"Yeah, I even sucked on it!" Mom chuckled mischievously. "You're so shameless! Even when you were in kindergarten, you still liked to hug your mom and nurse." She couldn't help but giggle as she said this.

"No way!" I quickly denied. Unconsciously, I thought of that dream I'd had countless times.

"Still denying it? It's obvious! He even eats from my bowl, and he still wants to sleep with me when he's in elementary school." I could tell my mother was actually a little proud.

"No, I don't think so!" "Still denying it to the death. Sigh, so sad, my son's grown up and doesn't want his mom anymore." My cunning mother feigned sadness.

"How could that be? In your son's heart, you'll always be so 'tall, great, and perfect'." I casually put my left arm around my mother's shoulder, my heart pounding nervously.

Mom was indeed amused by my words. She completely ignored my hand on her shoulder.

"Okay, stop fooling around, I need to make dinner. Mom bought your favorite tofu and chicken legs today." She then walked towards the kitchen.

Watching Mom's plump hips sway as she left, I felt exceptionally good. I secretly resolved that I would put my arm around Mom's shoulder more often from now on, I definitely would.

Mom is a very clean person, and most women are, especially my mom. Besides showering every day, she also forces me to shower every day too. Showering is definitely torture for most men.

But what can I do? It's my beloved mom's request, and I generally never refuse her requests. In this respect, I'm an obedient child.

Mom usually turns on the water for me to shower first. Mom doesn't like showers, she prefers baths, so I don't shower either.

Sitting in the bathtub, I haphazardly started washing myself, and unconsciously glanced at my crotch. My penis seemed to have grown a bit more; even when flaccid, it was quite large. Although I hadn't compared it to my classmates, it was probably considered large if I could hold it with one hand and expose the entire glans. The foreskin seemed to be starting to cover the glans. Is this normal for men? Does the glans always expose itself during puberty? I think so. When I was little, I saw several adults' penises in the toilet, and their glans always seemed to be exposed.

I couldn't resist reaching up to pull back the foreskin so that the glans could be fully exposed, to see what it looked like.

Oh, I see. Although it was a little sore, so this is what it looks like when the glans is fully exposed.

A young penis really can't withstand any stimulation; it stood erect. I bet if my mother were to hold my penis, she wouldn't be able to fit it in both hands, because women's hands are relatively small compared to men's.

Thinking of my mother at this moment, I instinctively felt a little nervous. Looking at my increasingly hard penis, that dark, soft mass of flesh began to resurface in my mind, along with the small panties tightly constricting my mother's vulva. Yes, panties, my mother's panties. I could clearly feel my heart starting to pound violently.

My mother had worked late yesterday and came home very late; it seemed she hadn't had time to wash her clothes. I looked up at the washing machine opposite the bathtub, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. I carefully got up and walked towards the washing machine, opening the lid. A strong smell of my mother's body mixed with laundry detergent rushed into my nose.

My God, my mother's panties were really inside—pink panties, no lace, very simple, very clean. I was so nervous I was almost dizzy, but my penis remained erect.

Trembling, I reached out and picked up my mother's panties. A faint fragrance mixed with a scent I had never smelled before, as if this was the scent she was born to smell.

Although the bathroom was warm, my body was trembling uncontrollably. I slowly brought the underwear close to my nose, and the unknown smell grew stronger and stronger, almost making me faint.

Men are born to masturbate.

This was an experience I only realized later.

But the moment I held my mother's underwear in my hands, my mind went almost blank.

Instinctively, my other hand grasped my rock-hard penis. I desperately covered my face with my mother's underwear, vigorously stroking my penis back and forth. When that dark, soft flesh reappeared in my mind, a familiar current surged through my groin again. "Thump, thump, thump..." I could clearly feel the rhythm of my ejaculation, as if a blood feud was standing in front of me, and I suddenly had a submachine gun in my hand. I used all my strength to pull the trigger, roaring, I wanted to riddle my enemy in front of me with bullets.

I ejaculated for a long time, time seemed to stand still.

I quietly savored the feeling after ejaculation, breathing slightly.

Although my legs felt a little weak from the powerful and prolonged ejaculation, I truly enjoyed the intense sense of existence I felt at that moment.

I think I'll become addicted to it.

My penis still showed no signs of softening, but it wasn't as engorged anymore. I quietly savored the sensation, completely unaware of my mother's wide, shocked eyes at the bathroom door. I

hurriedly sat back in the bathtub, rinsed myself haphazardly, and glanced at the bathroom door—closed, thank goodness! My mother was probably going to come and urge me to hurry up and finish washing.

After washing, I walked out of the bathroom, not daring to look at my mother. "Are you done washing? It's Mom's turn." "Oh." I didn't even notice my mother's unnatural expression and slightly trembling voice. I quickly walked back to my bedroom; I needed to calm down the tension and excitement from masturbating. I crawled into bed and let out

a long sigh.

The intense pleasure of smelling my mother's underwear as I ejaculated lingered in my mind, refusing to fade.

I swear, that was the most pleasurable moment I've ever experienced in my life. It was a million times better than eating delicious food when you're starving or drinking water when you're thirsty.

Hehe, looking back now, that was the first time in my life I truly achieved an orgasm through masturbation, using my dear mother's panties as a tool—it's unforgettable.

I turned on the TV, but my mind wasn't really on it. I just stared blankly ahead, my mind constantly replaying that soft mound of flesh and my mother's panties that brought me so much pleasure.

I didn't even notice someone coming in.

"Son, are you watching TV?" My mother's voice sounded a little unnatural. "When did my little frog start liking news programs?"

My heart started racing. "Ah? No… oh, I… just watching casually…" I was incredibly nervous. I didn't understand why my mother came to my room. Had she discovered something?

"Mom, is something wrong?" I stammered. "I want to sleep." "Can't you talk to your son if you don't have anything to say?" My mother said, walking to the edge of my bed and sitting down, her beautiful eyes fixed on me.

I then noticed that Mom was wearing the light purple nightgown she'd bought last week. I could vaguely make out that her bust was bare, and she was only wearing panties underneath.

My face started to burn again, and I couldn't look Mom in the eye.

"No, it's nothing, I'm just a little tired from the exam today, and I want to rest early," I made up an excuse, trying to calm my anxiety.

"My little frog has grown up, and he doesn't want to confide in Mom anymore," Mom said, feigning sadness, showing no intention of getting up to leave. "My little frog used to love sticking to Mom." "He was still little then," I replied

, my nervousness never subsiding. "Mom's been busy with work lately and hasn't had much time to pay attention to our little frog. I apologize." She paused, then added, "My son is so smart, Mom has always been so proud of you." Seeing that I didn't speak, she continued, "But please don't go astray, okay? You're Mom's only treasure. What will Mom do if you go astray?" "No, Mom, don't worry about it," I said, my anxiety slowly subsiding.

"Really? I don't believe you. Son, you're all grown up now, have you had any girlfriends at school?" I looked at my mother in surprise, saying, "No, no." I realized that was the question my mother wanted to ask.

My mother tilted her head cutely, looking at me suspiciously.

"Really not," I answered firmly, "The person I love most is my mother, how could I have a girlfriend?" I didn't mean anything by it, but I noticed my mother's face flush red. As far as I could remember, that was the first time my mother had blushed in front of me.

My heart started pounding excitedly again.

"Come on, you're just trying to fool your mother, aren't you?" Perhaps to hide her embarrassment, Mom gently poked my forehead with her delicate finger.

"I swear, the person I love most is Mom." My rational and gentle mother was momentarily speechless at my heartfelt confession, her eyes shifting uncertainly, her face flushed, lost in thought.

"Son, Mom also... loves you, but sons always need to find girlfriends when they grow up." What Mom was trying to explain was clearly misinterpreted by me.

"I will love Mom for the rest of my life, I promise." This was a true expression of my feelings, so my tone was unusually certain.

Mom was stunned again, realizing I had misunderstood her, but she didn't know how to explain, and suddenly felt a little helpless.

"Mom, I really love you, don't you believe me?" I was a little anxious.

"I believe you, I believe you," Mom seemed to suddenly come to her senses. "But, son, you can't... have those kinds of fantasies about Mom!" "That's wrong." Mom added.

For a moment, I couldn't decipher what my mother was trying to say. "What's wrong?" I wondered.

At that moment, I had no idea that my mother had witnessed me masturbating with her underwear in my hand.

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine. Could it be... could it be... that my mother saw me in the bathroom?

My entire being felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave. My mind went blank, and my body trembled slightly with fear. I felt something deep inside me shatter, and I even had a strong urge to die.

My face must have been terrifyingly pale.

My mother noticed my pale face and was also a little frightened. "Son, what's wrong?" Seeing that I didn't respond, my mother became anxious. "Son, what's wrong? Don't scare Mom, Mom doesn't blame you." Seeing that I still didn't respond, my mother started to get scared. She cupped my cheeks in her hands and began to shake me. "Son, don't scare Mom, Mom doesn't blame you, Mom really doesn't blame you." Her voice was already trembling with tears.

I hugged my mother tightly, crying out, "Mom, I was wrong... I shouldn't have... I'm a pervert for doing that... Mom, I was wrong... I shouldn't have done such a perverted thing... Mom, my heart aches so much, I want to die... Waaah..." My terrified

, trembling sobs were hoarse. Anyone who heard it would be heartbroken, let alone my own mother who loved me so deeply.

"Son, don't cry... You're not a pervert... Mom doesn't blame you... Mom was wrong, Mom didn't mean to peep at you... It's all Mom's fault... Son, don't cry..." As she comforted me, my mother herself began to cry.

"Son, don't cry, it's all Mom's fault... Mom shouldn't have talked to you like that, it's all Mom's fault." My mother held me tightly to her chest, constantly comforting me.

Actually, when I found out my mother had seen me masturbating, I was truly terrified, thinking I would die.

But I also truly underestimated the extent of a mother's doting love for her own son.

Later, when my mother and I were embracing tenderly, I asked her, "Mom, do you regret it?" My mother answered with a deep, passionate kiss.

With her continued reassurance, my emotions gradually calmed down, but I still held her tightly, refusing to let go. She seemed genuinely worried about me, completely unconcerned about our tight embrace, and continued to gently comfort me.

"My dear son, you're not a pervert, don't overthink it. Every boy goes through this. It's called puberty, it means my son is about to grow into a man. I'm overjoyed, how could I blame you…" "No, no, that's not perverted. Boys in puberty are curious about girls, they become impulsive, and it's inevitable they want to release that urge... it's normal, Mom understands." My mother patiently and rationally analyzed the situation.

"But…" I was still in a negative state of mind, unable to adjust.

"No buts, it's normal, every boy goes through it, it's perfectly normal," my mother said firmly.

"Mom, are you really not angry with me?" I still had a lingering fear.

"Mom isn't angry with you at all. You're my most beloved son!" Mom seemed a little angry. "Don't you even believe what your mother says?" "I believe you, I believe you." After a moment of silence, I asked hesitantly, "Mom... can you sleep with me tonight?" I felt Mom's body stiffen, her breathing become heavier, and after a short silence, she gently nodded and said, "Yes." My heart began to race. I slowly loosened my grip

on Mom's embrace, looked up at my beautiful mother, and said, "It's been a long time since I slept with Mom. I want to feel that warmth." Mom looked into my pure eyes, gave me a relieved look, and rolled her eyes at me. "You little rascal." Mom lifted the covers, slipped into my bed, and asked, "Do you want to keep watching TV?" I said, "No, thank you." After Mom turned off the TV with the remote, she lay down beside me, arm to arm.

I turned to look at her. "Mom, I'm tired. Let's turn off the light and go to sleep." Mom turned to me and gently replied, "Okay." In the darkness, I could almost hear my heart pounding.

"Mom, can I hug you?" Mom didn't answer, she just gently turned over.

I easily hugged my mom from behind, my chest against her back, my lower body against her buttocks, my hands on her stomach, and my head behind her neck.

I took a deep breath—it smelled so good. I tightened my arms around her body—it felt so comfortable.

I felt so happy, so content, and I wished it could last forever.

I secretly vowed never to let my mom worry about me again, and never to do anything to upset her. In a daze, I fell into a deep sleep.

And so, I spent my warm and wonderful "first night" with my mom, and nothing happened.

Chapter Two

The next morning, I woke up naturally.

I felt my whole body automatically adjust to its optimal state, especially a certain part of my male body.

Mom's breathing was steady; she probably wasn't awake yet.

I found my hand inside my mother's pajamas, grasping her breast. It was too big for one hand; the flesh spilled out between my fingers. Her firm breasts, even through our underwear, pressed perfectly against the cleft of her buttocks.

This sight made my heart race again. I wanted to loosen my grip, yet I was intensely reluctant.

After a while, I couldn't resist gently kneading her breasts. They were so soft. My palms rubbed her nipples, tickling me. I felt a blissful urge, and my already erect penis swelled even more, pressing even tighter against her buttocks.

But with the underwear still in between, I couldn't achieve the desired sensation. It felt like being suspended in mid-air, unable to go up or down, very uncomfortable.

With a determined effort, I carefully pulled off my own underwear and rubbed the head of my penis against my mother's buttocks. A wave of pleasure washed over me. Even though it was still through her underwear, the psychological satisfaction was the most exciting thing.

Before I could even rub against her for long, a tingling sensation before ejaculation began to gather in my lower body. I was startled and stopped, quickly suppressing the urge. After the urge to ejaculate subsided, I resumed rubbing against her through my underwear.

My mother still showed no signs of waking up.

My courage suddenly grew, and my kneading and rubbing became more intense, my breathing becoming rapid. I was a little dissatisfied with the status quo, but I was also terrified. My hand slowly left my mother's breast, sliding down her lower abdomen towards that ever-mysterious triangle. Time seemed to pass so slowly; my heart was pounding. I held my breath, intently exploring the place I had longed for, almost touching my mother's panties. Completely oblivious to the fact that

success was within reach, I didn't notice my mother's breathing becoming heavy. My hand had already pulled aside her panties; victory was in sight. Just as I was about to proceed, my mother's trembling voice stopped me, "That's enough... you little rascal!" I was startled and quickly withdrew my hand. "Mom... you're awake..." Embarrassed, I didn't know where to put my hands, anxiously awaiting my mother's scolding.

Instead of the expected scolding, Mom calmed herself down, gently pulling away from my embrace. She straightened her disheveled pajamas, her eyes looking elsewhere, a slight blush on her cheeks. Her expression was unreadable, neither angry nor not angry. She seemed to unconsciously take a deep breath before turning to look at me.

Seeing my naive yet slightly timid eyes, Mom was momentarily at a loss for words. I quickly said, "Mom, I'm sorry!" I know my mother too well; whenever she hesitates about whether to scold me, an apology is the quickest way to resolve the issue.

Sure enough, Mom chuckled.

"You sly boy," Mom said, feigning anger.

"Mom, I was wrong. I got too emotional just now." I reached out and hugged Mom, trying to calm her down quickly.

"Don't do that again, okay?" Mom didn't seem to intend to pull away from my embrace.

"Okay, okay," I hugged my mother again, this time face-to-face, and could clearly feel her breasts pressed against my chest, soft and comfortable.

"But Mom, you have to sleep with me often from now on. I feel so safe and happy." Afraid she wouldn't believe me, I emphasized, "I mean it."

There was no response. My mother didn't seem to be listening to me properly, her eyes slightly dazed, her face flushed, a little hesitant, as if she was enduring some discomfort. "What's wrong, Mom?" I asked, puzzled.

"Ah?...What?...N-nothing...You...are pressing against me a little..." My mother's face turned even redder, incredibly cute.

I then realized that my penis hadn't softened at all despite being interrupted; it was stubbornly pressing against my mother's lower abdomen.

Finding that my mother didn't seem to mind, I deliberately pushed forward a little.

"What are you doing? You little rascal?" my mother scolded, her eyes so alluring they seemed to drip with water.

"Nothing, what's wrong?" I pretended nothing was wrong, and then, as if in revenge, pushed forward again.

"If you keep doing this... Mom's going to get angry!" Mom frowned slightly, looking at me reproachfully with a hint of warning. For the first time ever,

I wasn't afraid at all, because Mom was exuding a dazzling allure that made my heart race. Her luscious lips were so close... I mustered all my courage and suddenly kissed her.

Mom didn't react in time and was caught off guard.

Shocked, her eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe it was real.

I, however, was too clumsy to know what to do next, so I just stayed there, kissing her, quietly enjoying the moment.

Is this what kissing feels like?

So special, so warm!

Mom finally snapped out of it, jerking away from me, panting, a little exasperated, trying to hit me, but I cleverly caught her.

"Frog...!" Mom shrieked.

Seeing my stunned expression, as if I hadn't yet recovered from the kiss, Mom seemed to suddenly remember something. Her heart softened, and she forced a gentle tone, saying, "Frog... that's wrong. You can't do that to Mom. This time... Mom will forgive you." She paused, then added, "Let go of Mom, I need to get up..." "No!" I don't know where the courage came from, but I still clung tightly to her.

"Frog!..." Mom forced herself to look serious. "Mom's really going to get angry." "Unless Mom promises me that she'll sleep with me every night from now on!" From "often" to "every day," I guessed Mom didn't realize I was pushing my luck, and she felt a surge of smugness. I think this was the most domineering I'd ever been in front of Mom since I was born.

Mom looked at me quietly for a while, seemingly at her wit's end. After a moment of internal struggle, she nodded helplessly. "Okay, Mom promises you... but you have to listen to Mom, or Mom will never talk to you again." "Okay, okay, thank you, Mom." I nodded vigorously and then stole a quick kiss from Mom. Before she could react, I couldn't help but burst into triumphant laughter.

"You..." Mom was truly speechless. As if giving up, I prepared to throw off the covers and get up. Watching Mom's profile as she sat up, I was suddenly filled with anticipation for the future. Mom, who had just

thrown off the covers and was about to turn and leave, suddenly stopped, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at me on the bed—or rather, at my crotch.

I followed my mother's gaze downwards and suddenly realized that, to rub against her buttocks more comfortably, I had secretly taken off my underwear. Now, my lower body was completely naked. Youth is wonderful; my body's functions are always at their peak. My penis, as expected, remained erect, with most of the glans exposed, trembling and nodding to my mother.

My mother's face immediately turned red. Embarrassed, I quickly pulled the blanket over myself, too nervous to speak, looking quite pitiful.

My mother stood there blankly for a moment, glanced at me quickly, and was about to leave when she suddenly stopped. "Son… are you really… in… pain?" As if making a huge decision, she asked, "Do you want… Mom to help you?" At that moment, my mother was the most beautiful I had ever seen.

I nodded dumbly, not knowing how she would help me.

Then, my mother gently lifted the blanket, and my penis was slowly exposed before her eyes.

I was a little nervous, too afraid to move, staring intently at my mother's movements.

It felt like an eternity before her hand finally grasped my penis.

I had a sudden, unsettling feeling that she wasn't just holding my penis, but my entire life. My whole being seemed to float on clouds, a hazy, unreal sensation.

Although she could only barely hold a third of it, her hand began to slowly move up and down. My body gradually relaxed, and I adjusted my lying position so she could more comfortably grasp my life.

Her movements became more intense, her face flushed, her eyes, both eager and slightly bewildered, focused intently on my genitals.

I almost cried from the emotion of her actions, yet I couldn't help but close my eyes occasionally to savor the sensation.

My mother also began to get excited, breathing slightly heavily. Without me noticing, her other hand joined in, helping her dearest son with his masturbation.

Gradually, that tingling sensation appeared. I didn't want to control it at all; I just let it be. I wanted to erupt in my dear mother's hands. As if sensing her son's inner call, my mother used all her strength, cupping my penis in her hands and stroking it rapidly. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, a small tuft of hair stuck to it, and she was breathing heavily.

I was captivated by my mother's focused and seductive demeanor. My limbs seemed to instantly lose all strength, except for my penis, which was filled with the intense pleasure before the eruption.

I prepared myself, and suddenly, I couldn't help but shudder. My semen gushed out like a high-pressure water gun, "plop, plop, plop," shooting out relentlessly, shooting until I was dizzy and disoriented. I desperately felt the pleasure of ejaculation, my eyes fixed on my mother.

My mother was too focused, and my sudden ejaculation covered her face.

I swear, at that moment, I didn't think this was an obscene scene at all. I almost impulsively sat up, hugged my mother tightly, and kissed her deeply.

But having just ejaculated in my mother's arms, I was completely exhausted and lay there, not wanting to move at all.

My mother and I were both panting heavily. After a while, she glanced at me sideways, got up, and went to the bathroom.

Perhaps trying to calm her overly excited emotions, she stayed in the bathroom for a long time; I almost thought she wasn't coming out.

Finally, she tidied herself up and came out of the bathroom, her eyes darting around, avoiding my gaze. This struck me as odd, but I didn't dare ask.

"Mom…" I began, but didn't know what to say.

My mother stopped. "This is our little secret!" she said, and then fled my room as if escaping.

I felt the whole world smiling at me; suddenly, the air seemed so fresh, the sunshine so bright, and life so wonderful.

Chapter 3

Today is Saturday, the weekend.

My "little secret" with my mom lasted for almost a month, happening at least twice a day, once in the morning and once at night. Sometimes I couldn't resist and would beg my mom to do it more often. My mom would then use this opportunity to urge me to study hard and get good grades, rewarding me with masturbating.

I was completely under my mom's "clutches," completely controlled, but I was blissfully happy and wished it could last forever. Although my mom sometimes worried about my health, seeing me lively and energetic every day put her mind at ease. She was even more amazed by my extraordinary physical strength, and sometimes she would cutely pout and complain that her arms were sore, asking me to massage them.

My mom truly kept her promise to share a bed with me every day, and the intimacy between us far exceeded my expectations. Knowing my fascination with her breasts, my mother sometimes wouldn't even wear pajamas, sleeping topless with me, which moved me deeply. I often couldn't resist asking her to masturbate me like that, and I would ejaculate on her breasts. Whenever this happened, my mother would look at me with a reproachful expression, as if saying, "Who told you to be my own son? You feel my love for you, right?" Yes, I felt it—an incurable, indulgent pampering, I truly felt it.

I finally started to feel dissatisfied with the status quo because I still hadn't been able to see the most mysterious part of my mother's body.

Every time it came to the crucial moment, my mother would stop me, no matter how much I begged or acted pitiful, even if I just wanted to take a look, she wouldn't allow it, which made me very frustrated.

At most, I could only touch it through her underwear when she wasn't looking.

However, driven by my innate and persistent curiosity about women's genitals, I wouldn't give up. I was waiting for my chance. One day, I would break through the barrier blocking that dark, soft flesh that had been tempting me for so long. I would thoroughly understand my mother, understand this world. The happy day soon arrived, and it was time for my mother and me to sleep together. I quickly slipped into the warm bed we shared. Having completely lost interest in cartoons, I lay on the bed full of anticipation, a happy smile unconsciously on my face.

My mother finally finished her shower and came into my room, combing her freshly dried hair as she walked. She was shirtless, her white panties tightly clinging to her plump and mysterious triangle, exuding a strong sense of mature beauty. My mother glanced up at me and smiled. "Aren't you going to watch TV?" she asked.

"What's so interesting about TV? I want to watch my dear mother..." I said with a mischievous grin.

"You little pervert!" After so many days of "intimate contact," Mom had almost gotten used to my teasing, at most just scolding me a couple of times. Mom casually picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

"Yesterday's drama was pretty good, watch it with Mom." Mom also crawled into bed.

"Okay, sure." I replied sweetly.

Before Mom could even adjust her sleeping position, I couldn't wait to start kneading Mom's big breasts.

"Stop it." Although she said that, she didn't mean to stop me at all, and was still changing TV channels with the remote.

Finding that the drama hadn't started yet, Mom put down the remote and adjusted her body to a comfortable position, so that she could watch TV well and it would be convenient for me to caress her breasts.

I was once again moved by Mom's considerate behavior, and could only caress Mom's breasts even more vigorously, pinching and rubbing Mom's nipples with my left hand, and sometimes grabbing all five at once with my right hand, feeling the fullness of the plump soft flesh overflowing between my fingers, sometimes pinching Mom's nipples and twisting and pulling... In short, I would never get tired of playing with Mom's two big breasts.

My mother quickly began to moan softly, her eyes half-closed, her head tilted back, limp and motionless.

I knew she was savoring my caresses, as if this made her feel my affection even more.

She seemed to enjoy this feeling of being cherished.

I thought she must be addicted to it.

As her son, I certainly wouldn't disappoint my dear mother. I caressed her even more vigorously, kissing her shoulders, neck, and even her earlobes. I felt her body tremble slightly, her face flushed, but she didn't stop my kisses. However, her whole body began to slowly heat up, and she swayed slightly.

I knew she was feeling very comfortable, because I had experienced this with her many times before. When her body started to heat up, it meant she was also experiencing pleasure, and in the end, she would always get up satisfied and hurry to the bathroom.

One time, I finally couldn't resist and secretly followed her. What I saw almost made me gasp. I saw Mom take off her slightly damp underwear in the bathroom, hang it under the hairdryer, and then hurriedly sit on the toilet. A moment later, I heard the "hiss-hiss" of her urinating. At that moment, Mom let out a sigh of relief.

Noticing that Mom was about to look up at the door, I quickly ran back to bed.

Then, inspiration struck me, and I came up with a plan. Hehe, this is my secret weapon for today! I continued to caress Mom's breasts with one hand, while quietly taking off my own underwear with the other.

I observed quietly for about ten minutes.

Feeling my erection pressing against her buttocks through her underwear, and enjoying her son's affectionate caresses, her writhing movements grew more and more intense. I felt like I was hugging a giant heater, so hot and scalding. A shy blush spread from her face to her neck. I knew she was close to reaching her climax, and my plan was about to be implemented. My excitement was beyond words. Sure enough, "Son, wait a minute," her mother said breathlessly, "Mom needs to go to the bathroom."

Of course, I couldn't let Mom have her way. Pretending not to hear, I officially began my great, self-admiring plan. I grabbed Mom's nipples with both hands, and my already rock-hard erection, barely concealed by her underwear, thrust forcefully into the cleft of her buttocks.

Mom screamed at my sudden attack, not understanding what was happening. I thrust my hips frantically, pounding into her. Although her underwear was there, each thrust sank deep into her soft flesh. After only a few thrusts, I felt my glans rubbing painfully against her underwear. Mom seemed to realize what was happening, panting and trying to break free. But alas, her vital area was being attacked, her nipples were being firmly pinched, and she was just on the verge of orgasm. She couldn't muster any strength, and besides, being halfway through development, I still had some brute force. Ignoring everything else, I used all my strength to thrust relentlessly, completely disregarding Mom's resistance and the pain from my erection.

Perhaps it was because my glans was a little sore that I avoided the possibility of ejaculating due to excessive stimulation. I was thrusting vigorously, sweating profusely with excitement, when, unintentionally, it seemed as if one of my thrusts hit some unknown spot. Suddenly, my mother's whole body stiffened, she let out a high-pitched moan, her eyes widening in disbelief. Then her mouth opened wide… a series of violent tremors followed. My exposed glans could clearly feel the spot I was pressing against suddenly becoming wet and warm, very slippery. The fluid even spread onto the sheets beneath her buttocks. Seeing my mother's open mouth and her body trembling, I almost impulsively ejaculated. Using all my willpower, I finally suppressed the intense tingling sensation and forced myself to calm down. This

was a golden opportunity, a chance that wouldn't come again. Taking advantage of my mother's momentary distraction, I needed to quickly carry out the final step of my plan. I hurriedly freed one hand and reached for my mother's buttocks, pulling the clasp of her underwear covering her thighs aside.

I took a deep breath, and without time to explore, I thrust my large penis in. Unexpectedly, I slid smoothly into a hot, soft place. The tender, smooth flesh on all sides eagerly welcomed the unexpected guest, pressing and rubbing against my glans. I immediately felt a tingling sensation on my scalp, and I was dizzy and disoriented. A blissful sense of accomplishment quickly filled my mind. This is... this is... Mom's place? Did

I really... really... enter Mom's body?

Just thinking about it sent a tingling, numb sensation, ten thousand times stronger than usual, spreading throughout my body. I couldn't and didn't want to control it. In a final burst of energy, I pushed the rest of my large penis deep into my mother's vagina. I felt myself entering a very deep part of her body. The tender flesh pressing against my glans became denser and denser. Just as I was about to give up and surrender, my glans suddenly touched a soft, slippery little lump. Before I could even savor it, the lump slid away and disappeared. I was suddenly aroused by intense curiosity and momentarily forgot that I was about to ejaculate. I slowly pulled back and then thrust forward again, wanting to continue to feel that cute little lump deep inside her vagina.

Sure enough, I hit it again. The little fleshy lump kissed my glans and then shyly disappeared. This strange phenomenon immediately aroused my strong competitive spirit. I refused to believe it and was determined to hit it. So, in order to play hide-and-seek with that little fleshy lump deep inside my mother's vagina, I miraculously suppressed the urge to ejaculate and began to thrust vigorously, casually throwing the obstructing blanket aside.

My mother's tight vagina was filled to the brim. With each thrust, the layers of beautiful flesh wrapping around my penis shifted and turned erratically. I savored the layers of soft flesh that clenched my shaft while forcefully thrusting deeper into my mother's body, searching for that slippery, tender flesh. With each deep and shallow thrust, I finally discovered some patterns.

It turned out that the tender little fleshy lump was hiding at the end of my mother's vagina, where it bends downwards. That must be a peculiar spot in my mother's vagina, like a "vacuum within a vulva." Although it was a very hidden and narrow place, it had probably never been explored like this before.

Actually, that cute little fleshy lump was being touched by something foreign for the first time ever. If it weren't for my unusually large penis being exceptionally gifted, it probably would never have had the chance to come out and breathe in its entire life. I was so engrossed in comfortably rubbing into my mother's fleshy hole, studying and experiencing it beautifully, completely unaware that my mother's face was terribly pale, her eyes rolled back, her mouth wide open but unable to speak, and saliva uncontrollably dripping from the corners of her lips. Sweat had soaked through my mother and me, sticky and sticky. I felt that my mother and I were completely soaked down there, and with the in and out of my penis, it made a "sizzling" sound. I was stimulated by this lewd sound to the point of almost going crazy, feeling so happy and satisfied that I couldn't help but want to shout to the sky. Suddenly, I felt a numbness at the base of my anus, and a strong urge to ejaculate surged to my head.

Realizing I was at my limit, I desperately pressed against the little fleshy lump deep inside my mother's vagina, feeling the incredibly slippery flesh there. With a roar and clenched teeth, I forcefully ejaculated, "plop, plop, plop," the scalding semen relentlessly washing over the depths of my mother's vagina. Stimulated by my sudden ejaculation, my mother trembled violently as if in a spasm. I felt a cool liquid spill out from inside my mother, splashing onto my still-throbbing glans. The pleasure made me tremble and ejaculate another large gush of semen, almost to the point of exhaustion. I pressed my mother's body tightly together, our lower bodies locked in a tight embrace, unwilling to separate for a long time.

It took me a while to gradually calm down. I started to worry that my mother might lose her temper and ignore me. But I was shocked to find her head tilted to one side, her wet hair sticking to her face, her eyes wide open but without any expression, her face horribly pale, drool at the corner of her mouth, and her naked body trembling slightly.

I, who had just been so vigorous and enjoying myself, was suddenly terrified by the scene before me. I hurriedly pulled out my penis, which was deeply inserted into my mother's body, with a lewd "pop" sound, and a large amount of semen mixed with my mother's love juice overflowed from her vagina.

Ignoring the long-desired sight of my mother's vulva, I gently shook her shoulder. No response. I shook it again, still no response. A wave of indescribable fear washed over me. My scalp tingled, and I horrifiedly thought that my mother wouldn't just... die like that. I shook my head, not daring to think any further. "Mom, what's wrong?" My voice was almost hoarse with terror. "Mom... what's wrong?... Don't scare me, I was wrong, I'll never do it again." My mother still didn't respond, her voice trembling with sobs. "Mom... Mom... I'll never do it again, wake up... hit me, I'll never... ever again... sob sob sob..." My mother, who doted on me so much, seemed to be awakened by my heart-wrenching cries. Her eyes gradually focused, and her body began to relax, as if she had suffered a great injustice. My dear mother suddenly began to sob, tears and snot streaming down her face, her shoulders trembling.

I quickly fell silent, forcing myself to suppress my earlier terror, and looked anxiously at my mother, who was crying so bitterly.

After sobbing for a while, my mother seemed to calm down a bit, her voice choked with emotion as if she were talking to herself, "How could you do this... to your... mother, waaaaah, mother loves you so much, how could you be so cruel, waaaah... mother thought... she was going to be killed by her own son... how could you be so cruel?" "Mom... I was wrong... I'll never do it again..." I cried, quickly hugging my mother tightly.

My mother didn't resist, and she didn't have the strength to resist at all. "How could you be so cruel... mother loves you so much... waaaah... you're so cruel..." my mother kept repeating these words, and as her cruel son, I couldn't think of any way to comfort her, I could only silently cry with my mother.

Suddenly, I hated myself. I felt so selfish, so dirty. Why did I always only think of my own feelings? Why did I always make my mother so sad? Why, why? I sat up abruptly and started slapping myself hard. I heard strange noises behind me. My mother turned around and saw her son slapping himself. She rushed over, heartbroken, and grabbed my hand, crying, "What are you doing... stop hitting yourself..." I didn't listen, shook off her hand, and continued hitting myself. "Stop hitting yourself... son... please stop hitting yourself. It hurts my heart so much..." Seeing that I still didn't stop, my mother was almost driven mad with heartache. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she rushed over, hugged my head, and kissed me. I felt something warm and soft slip into my mouth, frantically stirring around, as if searching for something. My mind went blank, and the burning pain on my face subsided.

I awkwardly responded to my mother's kiss. I felt her tongue search my mouth for a while before finally capturing mine, which was tucked away. My mother, as if she had found a treasure, began to entwine and suckle. She kissed so passionately, so intensely, not wasting a single drop of my saliva, sucking it all into her mouth and swallowing it eagerly, then entwining and sucking again. So this is what a real kiss is like! I suddenly understood. I realized that kissing could make one's blood boil so much. I must kiss my mother like this often in the future.

As a kissing novice, I could only passively accept from beginning to end, but I didn't care at all. I was deeply moved by my mother's tolerance and love.

The intense, wet kiss lasted for a long time. It seemed as if my mother wanted to reclaim all the bodily fluids that I had forcefully taken from her, kissing with extraordinary fervor. I was gradually infected by my mother's fervor, and my lower body involuntarily rose, pressing against my mother's stomach.

My mother, lost in her trance, felt my erection and immediately regained some clarity. Her tongue left my mouth, leaving a long trail of saliva. She looked down and saw my bright red glans proudly nodding to her. Her eyes flickered as she stared at my penis, seemingly recalling something. Her face, which had regained its rosy hue, showed a mixture of love and hate.

"You stinky thing, you bad thing..." My mother even gently slapped my large penis with her hand, her face full of resentment and defiance. Her two large, snow-white breasts swayed with the slapping of her arm, quite dazzling.

Her moist, red lips were pouted, and her face still bore traces of tears and sweat, along with a cute little snot.

Looking at my dear mother's pitiful expression and adorable behavior, I couldn't help but laugh.

My mother, who was venting her frustrations on my large penis, was a little provoked by my laughter. She looked up at me with her big, watery eyes and glared at me, muttering in a spoiled tone, "You bad thing... knowing it's so big, you still had the heart to... push it so deep into Mom's place, I almost thought... I was going to be killed." The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she hit me harder, constantly cursing "bad thing." But upon reflection, it didn't seem to be all bad memories. It was just that that place had never been touched before, and she didn't know where it was in her body. The inexplicable fear was a more accurate description of the feeling than any physical discomfort. Actually... aside from that fear of the unknown, the feeling of being penetrated by my son was still... still... very comfortable. It's just that my son's bad thing was so thick. Even without touching that unknown place, my lower body felt full and unbearable. Wasn't the pain from being swollen enough when I gave birth to you?

Just thinking about it unconsciously for a moment, Mom felt ashamed and couldn't help but let out a small spurt from her vagina. She was shocked by herself. How could I... suddenly become so sensitive and lewd? I'm such a bad thing, born to ruin women. While automatically turning all her shame into cursing my penis, she couldn't help but show a happy and proud smile.

Realizing I shouldn't have forgiven my son so easily, I simply lacked the will and the strength to scold him. Sigh, I hate my own weakness. How can I ever hold my head high in front of my son again…? "It's all this bad thing's fault, it's so wicked…" Sensing that my mother had truly forgiven me, I knelt before her, taking her hands in mine as she slapped my younger brother. Looking deeply into her eyes, as if sensing something, her gaze shifted slightly. I gently turned her head to look into my eyes, then continued to hold her hands. In the exchange of our eyes, I boldly confessed, "Mom, I love you!…I want to protect you for the rest of my life!" Calming my slightly trembling voice, I asked, "Can you accept your son's heartfelt love for you?" Before she could even give me a proper answer, tears of emotion streamed down her face. "…I love you too, Mom will always love you!" I will forever remember this moment, the moment my mother and I pledged to walk towards eternity.

In the years to come, I will never abandon my mother, my heart will never waver.

Chapter Four

: The promise of "eternity" is certainly touching, but a young heart cannot be bound by a simple promise.

Of course, I only realized this several years later. After breaking down the final barrier between my dear mother and me, for a long time, my mother and I were immersed in a sweet life similar to "newlyweds," completely focused.

My academic performance also began to improve rapidly from then on. Already a top student, I became a star in school.

I represented my class and school in almost all subject competitions, at the city, provincial, and even national levels; in humanities, sciences, and even sports and arts... Almost every time I won an award, my mother, as a parent, would be invited to the school's award ceremony, and even invited to give a speech on how to raise outstanding children. Looking at my beautiful mother on stage, shy yet full of pride, I felt genuinely happy and satisfied. My mother's unreserved love for me and her full and alluring body were the source of my motivation to constantly strive for higher honors.

I've discovered I'm a true genius and all-rounder; to use a trendy phrase, I belong to the "new century's multi-talented individuals" that the country encourages and urgently needs. However, I believe that whatever achievements I've made are entirely due to my mother.

Furthermore, as I've grown and developed, and been nurtured by my mother's love for so long, I've become tall, cheerful, confident, and approachable. The girls who admire me, both inside and outside of school, could practically form a reinforced platoon.

But I'm completely immune to the shy advances of those girls. In my eyes, there's only my mother; those underdeveloped, green apples around me simply don't arouse my interest. Faced with the relentless stream of advances from girls around me, I politely and without hesitation always manage to refuse.

After a fulfilling yet relaxing day at school, I hummed a little tune, casually slung my backpack over my shoulder, and strolled home, ignoring the adoring glances from the girls around me. I was lost in reminiscing about every precious moment with my dear mother. The beautiful sunset cast my long shadow across the sky. "Mom, I'm home!" I called out cheerfully.

"Oh, Mom's cooking… Go do your homework first, Mom'll be done soon," my mother's gentle voice came from the kitchen.

I tossed my backpack aside, quickly walked behind my mother, and gave her a hearty hug from behind as she wielded the spatula.

"Mom, are you tired? Do you want your son to massage you…?" I said, and without any hesitation, I began to massage my mother's large breasts.

"You little pervert... you're not behaving as soon as you get back. Mom's cooking..." She turned around and kissed me. "It'll be ready soon..." As my "relationship" with my mother deepened, her indulgence of me had reached an almost unbearable level. She constantly satisfied all sorts of unreasonable demands from my impetuous youth.

For example, I stipulated that my mother was not allowed to wear a bra at any time at home, and could only wear a shirt or t-shirt on top and a miniskirt and stockings on the bottom. Except during her period, she was never allowed to wear underwear under her skirt. Once, my mother came home from get off work and accidentally forgot to take off her underwear. I found it when she was mopping the floor. I was so angry that I punished her cruelly. I refrained from having sex with her or talking to her for a month. I wanted her to know that her son's words were law and she had to obey. My mother kept begging me to forgive her, crying her heart out, and even to the point of almost fainting from despair. I just heartlessly ignored her.

After that, my mother really went crazy, like a walking corpse. Although she still went to work every day, she would talk to herself from time to time, and sometimes she would stare blankly. By the last week, she was extremely haggard and almost demented. In addition to her daily routine of cooking, bathing, and going to work, she would hide in her room and not come out. Later I found out that in order to get used to not wearing underwear forever, and also to punish and alleviate her abnormal love and physical attraction to her son, my mother bought an olive-shaped plastic ball from an adult store, inserted it into her vagina, and then used a small piece of tape to cover the middle of her mons pubis to prevent the ball from slipping out.

She kept it plugged in for almost half a month, whether commuting to and from work, or doing housework at home, except when showering or urinating. When she got home and hid in her room, she would frantically spread her legs and masturbate in front of my picture, but even after rubbing her clitoris for almost an hour, she still couldn't reach orgasm. Every time this happened, my mother would bite her arm like a madwoman, screaming in pain and despair, not even caring that bright red blood was flowing from her bitten arm. Finally, a month passed.

I was almost going crazy from holding back. That night, after showering, I lay in bed alone, tossing and turning, feeling that I had punished my mother enough. So I started walking towards my mother's bedroom without knocking, because I knew she wouldn't lock it. I just walked in and was immediately shocked by what I saw. My mother's long, beautiful legs were spread wide open, and a photo of me was placed not far from her crotch. She was biting one hand in her mouth and crying silently, while the other hand was frantically rubbing her genitals. The harder she rubbed, the more tears she involuntarily shed. I was stunned by my mother's frantic and pitiful state, and a strong sense of guilt welled up in my heart.

I lunged forward and hugged my mother, who was violently masturbating, crying out in anguish, "Mom, don't do this! I was wrong, I shouldn't have acted like this..." At the same time, I grabbed her hands, which were still masturbating and one of which she had bitten until it bled. "Mom, please don't do this! I was really wrong..." My mother, lost in a trance, took a while to recover from my cries. Seeing her beloved son so close, she was overjoyed, crying and laughing at the same time. She hugged my head and kissed me passionately, mumbling incoherently, "Son... don't... ignore Mom... sob... Mom..." …I will definitely…listen to my son…sob sob sob…don’t leave Mommy…don’t leave…” Overwhelmed with guilt and deep emotion for my mother, I responded passionately to her kiss. Our long-lost tongues intertwined, making it impossible to tell whose saliva was whose. It dripped down the corners of our mouths. My already hard penis, which was about to explode, strongly demanded that I make up for its loneliness and solitude over the past month. I suddenly picked up my mother’s plump buttocks and placed them between my legs. With a “plop” sound, my skillful penis accurately entered my mother’s thirsty and sensitive vagina, and love juices splattered everywhere.

The reason for adopting the woman-on-top position was to maintain the intense kissing with my mother, feeling the layers of warm, smooth, and moist flesh enveloping my long-awaited penis. The pleasure was indescribable. I began to thrust rapidly, each thrust accurately hitting the most sensitive spot deep inside my mother's vagina. Normally, after two or three thrusts every ten, my mother would reach a rapid and overwhelming climax within ten minutes. But now, almost every thrust hit the mark. My mother, who hadn't had sex for a month, was indeed aroused to the point of overflowing vaginal fluid. Her eyes rolled back, and her body convulsed as she fell backward. I quickly reached out to support her and pulled out my penis, which was deeply inserted into my mother's body, with lightning speed.

I quickly flipped my mother, who was almost over from pleasure, onto her back, so she was on all fours. Then I knelt behind her, cupped her large, plump buttocks, and excitedly brought my mouth and face to hers, licking and biting them with relish. Her cute, erotic anus and moist, plump vagina were so close, and I sucked on them with smacking sounds. My tongue kept teasing my mother's erect clitoris and labia. My mother lay limp on the sheets as if in a trance, her large breasts pressed against the bed, creating two mounds of snow-white flesh. Her head was tilted to one side, her small mouth open, moaning and panting. After I had licked her enough, I quickly sat up. Holding my large, thick penis, I aimed it at her alluring, wet vagina and slowly inserted it. I felt the tightly packed, sticky flesh inside being pushed apart layer by layer by my large glans, which began to rub against my thick shaft with pleasure. "Sizzle," the glans quickly reached the end of her vagina, only to be blocked by an unknown mass of fat. But I knew that at the end of my mother's vagina lay a hidden and wonderful place, where a slippery, tender, and plump little clitoris awaited my pleasure. I stepped back slightly, then bravely thrust into that wonderful place. My mother's body... He convulsed violently, letting out a high-pitched moan, gasping for breath, his throat trembling with a sickly tremor. Completely ignoring my mother, who was practically dying from soreness, I held her large buttocks with both hands, thrusting in and out with unrestrained pleasure. Her wet, plump, luscious flesh rubbed and turned with each stroke. I inadvertently glanced down and noticed her anus, contracting and relaxing enticingly. A thought flashed through my mind; I moved my hands over and used my thumbs to probe and dig. My mother was immediately aroused, her head jerking back, coughing and panting as if choking on saliva. Finally, I was overwhelmed by my mother's seductive... The morbid waves of orgasms pushed me to the brink of ejaculation. My thumb gripped my mother's anus, and my large penis thrust violently a few more times. Then, enduring the intense tingling and numbness, I pressed the head of my penis against the deepest part of her flesh, letting out a roar. Thick streams of semen, like a burst dam, surged into her plump, beautiful flesh. From that time on, my mother was almost completely obedient to me, granting my every wish. Whatever I asked, she would agree, and do it thoroughly, fearing that her morbidly infatuated son might suddenly become angry and abandon her.

My mother was always ready to be penetrated by her beloved son, anywhere, anywhere. Pleasing her son's body became the most important and happiest thing in her life.

However, excessive pampering often leads to tragedy.

My mother was completely unaware that her son's heart was drifting further and further away from her. My

mother had become a tool for my sexual gratification; the promise of a lifetime of love had gradually faded from my mind.

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