The mother couldn't hold it in any longer and had to urinate.

My mother looked up at me, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears. "Son, are you telling the truth? I thought... you looked down on me..." "How could that be, Mom? You are the most sacred person in my heart. Besides... besides, I was the one who forced... forced you first," my mother blushed—she knew I was going to say "rape." "Mom gave in to my unreasonable demands because she loves me. If anyone should blame me, it's me, not Mom." My mother nestled in my arms and murmured, "Wuji, you didn't... had a one-night stand with me, did you? Once your curiosity is satisfied and you get tired of me, you'll gradually become bored with me. If that's really the case, how will I ever..." At this point, my mother choked up, and two crystal tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.

I was at a loss, holding my mother tightly in my arms, kissing away the slightly salty tears on her beautiful face, stammering, "No, Mom, I absolutely won't," and then I didn't know what else to say... After a long while, my mother calmed down and said shyly, "Look, Mom is like a little child, needing her son to coax her. Wuji, you haven't eaten yet, Mom will go get you some." I hugged my mother and said, "Mom, I'm hungry now, I want to eat now." My mother nestled gently in my arms like a little bird, a blush rising on her face, and chuckled softly,

"Hmm, then Mom is hungry too, Mom wants to eat too." I cupped my mother's face in my hands and pressed my lips deeply against her cherry lips. My mother seemed to be used to my hot, wet kisses. My mother's mouth was slightly open, her fragrant tongue intertwined with mine, our saliva mingling together. My hand slid from my mother's shoulder to her waist, then slowly down to her round, plump, and luscious buttocks. My fingers gently massaged her round buttocks. My mother tilted her head back, kissing me passionately, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her nostrils flaring, her full breasts pressing against my chest with each breath. My mother's body was pressed tightly against mine, my penis hard against her soft belly. My mother's tongue unconsciously slipped into my mouth, entwining with mine. For a moment, we kissed passionately, lost in a daze.

It wasn't until my mother and I collapsed heavily onto the bed that I realized we were both completely naked—her robe, sexy bra, panties, and my pajamas were scattered haphazardly in the passageway from the living room to her bedroom. Mom rolled over onto her stomach on the bed, burying her blushing face in her arms, giggling softly.

Her rounded shoulders, supple waist, plump buttocks, and rounded thighs were all beautiful. In the soft light, her skin appeared even more smooth and lustrous. I lay beside her, one arm around her rounded shoulder; one leg draped over her plump, round buttocks, my hard penis touching her tender, smooth skin. My lips brushed against my mother's cheeks, flushed red with either shyness or desire. I gently kissed her soft, textured earlobes and rims (for the past two days, I've discovered that her earlobes and rims are erogenous zones; whenever I kiss them, she goes limp and lets me do as I please). I teased her playfully, "Mom, you still haven't told me if my penis is bigger or Dad's?" "Oh, you naughty boy, you're so bad! I'm not doing it anymore, you're just teasing Mom!" My mother squirmed in my arms, her naked body wriggling shyly, and said coquettishly.

"Really, Mom, tell me, do you like having your son make love to you?" I slipped my hand between my mother's legs, gently teasing her crotch. "Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger, Mom, you're not even forty yet, you're in your prime..." "You little rascal, Mom's going to devour you right now!" My mother suddenly flipped over, throwing me off her body, catching me off guard and leaving me sprawled on the bed. Before I could react, she was already straddling me, pinning me beneath her. My mother and I rolled around on the bed, and after a few rolls, I had her on top of me. My penis slid effortlessly into my mother's slippery vagina. On the newly bought double bed, my mother and I made love wildly in various positions. My mother gradually broke free from her shyness, no longer just moaning suppressedly like before, her body still moving; instead, she cried out softly, her body twisting, especially moving her plump buttocks, in sync with the thrusting of my penis.

For the entire night, my mother and I barely stopped. My penis was constantly thrusting in and out of her vagina. Once her long-dormant sexual desire was aroused, a mature woman's pursuit of sex was fiery and passionate. Unlike the previous times, my mother was no longer passively at my mercy, but gradually began to actively cooperate with me. In the end, she even taught me a few positions. That night, I ejaculated deep into my mother's vagina several times.

However, when my mother calmed down from her frenzied passion, a touching shyness would appear. Perhaps in her mind, making love so passionately with her son was something embarrassing, especially since she would scream and cry out each time, her body going limp from my thrusts. Her vagina would tightly grip my penis, her legs would wrap around my waist, and her plump buttocks would thrust upwards, allowing my hard, long penis to penetrate her slippery, wet vagina. The large, round glans would touch the warm, soft, and almost imperceptible flesh deep inside her vagina.

At dawn, amidst my mother's wanton cries, my semen gushed powerfully from my penis, shooting forcefully into her vagina. My mother lay on top of me, tightly embracing my head. I held her tightly, my penis thrusting upwards, the hot semen pounding against the flesh deep within her vagina. My mother pressed her lower body downwards, completely enveloping my penis. Inside her, I felt the vaginal walls and labia contracting and spasming, my whole body trembling, until I ejaculated all my semen inside her. My mother, weak and ecstatic, lay on top of me, breathing softly, her body glistening with fragrant sweat. My penis, still inside my mother's vagina after ejaculation, kissed her flushed cheeks, glistening with sweat, as she lay on top of me. I kissed her sweet, rosy lips, her breath sweet and fragrant. My mother slipped her tongue, like a clove, into my mouth, and our tongues intertwined. My hands caressed her body, from her smooth, silky back to her plump, soft, round, snow-white buttocks, kneading and kneading. Ah! Mother, my beautiful mother is truly God's masterpiece! My mother lay on top of me, her face flushed from orgasm pressed against mine. We breathed softly, my hands stroking her smooth back, one hand slowly sliding down her smooth, clean back to her plump, full, round, soft buttocks, kneading them tenderly. My mother's rosy, sweet lips kissed me, her smooth, white flesh writhing against mine. My penis, which had just ejaculated, gradually softened and slid out of my mother's vagina.

"Oh, Mom is so tired, Wuji, you're such a little pervert. It seems I can't even get a good night's sleep." My mother nestled in my arms, gently tracing my chest with a finger.

"Mom, you're amazing. It seems I can learn a lot from you." I hugged my mother, savoring the indescribable pleasure she gave me.

"Don't talk nonsense," my mother lightly punched my chest with her small fist, her face flushing. "It's all your fault for making Mom like this, it's so embarrassing." "Mom," looking at my mother's radiant face from sex, I mischievously leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Did your son fuck you well?" "Ah," perhaps hearing such shameful words for the first time, my mother's beautiful face turned bright red. She buried her face in my arms, squirming, "I'm not coming anymore, you brat, you bad son, you only know how to bully your mother!" "Mom, tell me," looking at my mother's shy appearance, I couldn't help but feel a surge of... A surge of excitement coursed through me, and my penis hardened again. "What were Mom and I doing all night?" "Oh dear," Mom knew I was teasing her, but these were words she found hard to say. "Don't talk nonsense, Mom's not talking to you anymore." "No," I hugged Mom tightly as she pretended to get up. "Tell me, tell me!" Mom's face flushed, and she just chuckled, refusing to speak. Finally, unable to resist my persistent coaxing, she whispered, "We were making love." "Good Mom, can you put it more plainly?" My hard penis pressed against Mom's smooth, round thighs.

"Oh dear, how can you say this?" "What's done is done, what's wrong with saying it?" "This..." "Mom, tell me quickly, I want to hear Mom tell me," I said coquettishly.

"We...we...we...were...were...were fucking. Oh dear, I'm not coming anymore!" Mom suddenly buried her face in my chest.

I rolled over and pinned my mother beneath me, lying on her soft, smooth, and voluptuous body. I gently kissed her earlobe and said, "Mom, I know." My mother's eyes still held a hint of spring, her pretty, delicate face flushed. She looked at me with alluring eyes and asked, "What do you know?" I placed my hand under her, cushioning her soft buttocks, and said, "I know when Mom reaches orgasm." My mother smiled shyly, "How did you know?" I kneaded her buttocks and said, "When Mom reaches orgasm, her buttocks arch high and she hugs me tightly. At that moment, a warm liquid gushes out from deep within Mom's vagina..." Hearing this, my mother's heart skipped a beat, and a blush welled up within her. Her bright, radiant cheeks flushed crimson, and she said shyly, "You naughty son, you're so embarrassing!" This blushing, captivating beauty of my mother, like a drunken hibiscus, was my favorite sight.

"Did you ask me to say that?" I continued with a deliberate smile, "The most obvious thing is that when Mom orgasms, her vagina gets so tight, it grips me..." Mom's face flushed crimson, like a sunset, her delicate hands pinching my buttocks as she said coquettishly,

"You little rascal, you still dare to say that? See how Mom punishes you." With that, Mom kissed my mouth with her warm, soft red lips, her wet, sweet tongue silencing my words. I gladly accepted this punishment, greedily sucking on Mom's wet, fragrant tongue.

In an instant, the room was filled with the allure of spring, the sounds of birdsong filling the air.

Mom's mature, seductive instincts had been fully aroused; her naked body beneath me writhed gently, her beautiful eyes slightly open, a blush spreading across her fair cheeks. Her hazy eyes, like autumn water, shimmered with longing, and her soft breaths seemed to tell me her needs.

"Mom, I know what you want," I whispered, kissing her earlobe.

"What?" Mom opened her eyes slightly, letting me caress her.

"Mom wants her son to kiss your beautiful, alluring pussy." "Oh, you little rascal, you're so mean," Mom said shyly, pulling me off her and getting out of bed.

"Alright, Mom's going to prepare some midnight snacks, you wait here." Mom had already climbed off me and was standing by the bed.

Mom stood before me, captivatingly beautiful, voluptuous, mature, and sexy naked woman. I hadn't expected that my mother, more than twenty years older than me, would still have such smooth, fair skin; such a full and healthy figure. If you weren't in the know, who would believe that a mother and son were naked together, having just finished making love? The mother, who is 168 cm tall, is graceful and has a full, curvaceous figure with fair and smooth skin. Her breasts were firm, full, and round, with nipples as alluring and tempting as ripe grapes. Although she was nearly forty, her waist remained slender and supple, and her lower abdomen was as smooth and glossy as a virgin's. Her plump, full, round, and perky buttocks outlined intoxicating curves. Her long, straight, and rounded legs were enough to ignite the imagination. Of course, what fascinated me the most, what moved me the most, what I could never get enough of looking at and playing with, was her vagina, half-hidden between her round thighs, beneath the thick, soft, and shiny black pubic hair, and the smooth, greasy labia! The semen I ejaculated into my mother's vagina mingled with her vaginal fluids and gushed out from the vaginal opening, leaving her vaginal opening wet.

My mother seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze, a blush spreading across her beautiful face. She said sweetly, "You little rascal, what are you looking at?" "Mom, you're so beautiful!" I scrambled up and hugged her, pressing my face against her round, full breasts, my arms encircling her soft waist. My face gently caressed her delicate breasts, my hands kneading her plump, smooth, and soft buttocks.

My mother giggled softly, shyly wriggling her body. Being naked in her son's arms, being praised by him with such lust, she must have been very happy.

"Wuji, look, you've made me all sweaty again. Sigh, I just can't do anything with you." "Oh, Mom, let's take a bath together!" I jumped off the bed, picked up my still hesitant mother, and carried her to the bathroom.

The large bathtub was already filled with warm water. Mom sat on the edge of the luxurious tub, hesitant. Perhaps the cool water brought a fleeting moment of rationality to her senses. Her face flushed with embarrassment, she turned away and whispered,

"Wuji, you should wash yourself. I'll wash later." "No, Mom, what's wrong? What did I do wrong? I want to wash with you!" I hugged Mom's naked body tightly, afraid she would really leave.

"Oh, Wuji, you didn't do anything wrong. It's me... I'm so confused! How could I do this with my son! I... I... I..." Mom was filled with shame and remorse, her voice growing softer and softer until she almost cried.

"Mom," I hugged her, kissing her beautiful face, "Mom, how could I blame you?

Your words hurt me so much. I will love you forever, I swear, I will be with you for life!" "But, but, I am your mother. This is incest. If others find out, I will be too ashamed to face anyone!" "Mom, only the two of us know this. If I don't tell, no one else will notice." I half-heartedly carried my mother into the large bathtub, letting her sit between my legs with her back to me. I hugged her from behind, my chest pressed against her smooth, silky back, my face against her blushing, slightly warm face. Through the clear water, I saw the thick pubic hair between her legs swaying gently like soft water plants with the ripples. I gently kissed her fair, smooth neck, then her alabaster shoulders; her skin was so smooth and delicate. My mother's plump, full, and soft buttocks sat between my legs. I kissed my mother's earlobes and the back of her ears. I heard her breathing quicken and become heavier; I knew her desire had been aroused once again. My mother's hands rested on the edge of the bathtub. My arms reached under her armpits to her chest, pressing against her firm, round, and full breasts. My fingers grasped those soft, alluring peaks. My mother trembled, her body limp against my chest. My large, gradually hardening penis pressed firmly against her waist. The fact that her son was holding her evoked extremely complex emotions in my mother: both the shame and fear brought by the taboo of incest, and a strange, trembling pleasure. My mother sighed deeply, grasping my hands as I massaged her breasts, twisting them in rhythm with my movements. She kneaded her already round and perky breasts, moaning softly. "Mmm...mmm...Wuji...mmm...mmm...No...mmm...mmm...No...mmm...mmm...mmm...Baby...mmm...mmm..." Broken, intoxicating moans escaped her lips. My fingers kneaded her two full, ripe nipples. My erect, thick penis pressed hard against her soft buttocks. She instinctively reached behind her and gripped my penis tightly. When her delicate hands grasped my hard penis, an electric sensation shot from my penis to every inch of my skin. I cried out excitedly, "Ah, Mom, it's so beautiful, so comfortable! Mom, you're such a good mother!" My mother bent her knees, spreading her alluring legs. The sight of her mother posing so boldly in front of her son made her incredibly shy. So, her soft hands gripped his thick, hard penis tightly, her body pressed close to mine. I knew she was longing for my caresses of her genitals. I pressed my face against her blushing face, gently rubbing it, and whispered in her earlobe,

"Mom, does it feel good? Your pussy is so beautiful, can I touch it?" My fingers lightly traced the base of her rounded thighs.

My mother tilted her head back, resting it on my shoulder. Her beautiful eyes were half-open, half-closed, filled with a shy yet alluring charm as she softly said, "Oh, you naughty boy, you've already fucked my...my pussy, what's wrong with touching it?" For a moment, her face flushed crimson like a spring flower.

As if to soothe her shyness, my fingers slowly traced down her inner thighs, gently tugging at her swaying pubic hair; massaging her plump labia; parting her alluring pink labia minora, kneading her small, round clitoris; first, I inserted one finger and gently stirred it inside her slippery vagina, then tentatively inserted another, two fingers gently stirring and thrusting inside her.

"Mmm...mmm...Wuji...mmm...mmm...no...don't...mmm...mmm...Mommy...Mommy can't take it anymore...mmm...you naughty boy...mmm...mmm...baby...mmm...mmm...good son...mmm..." Mom's body went completely limp in my arms, writhing; the hand that had been slowly stroking my penis stopped, tightly gripping my hard penis in its hand. "

Mommy, do you feel good? Does your son make you feel good? Mommy, tell me, tell me!" I kissed Mom's beautiful face, as radiant as spring flowers, and said coquettishly.

"Hmph, you little rascal, you have wicked intentions, taking advantage of me in my vulnerable state." Mom's soft body nestled in my arms, her beautiful eyes hazy and affectionate as she spoke softly.

"No, Mommy, it's 'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, for ye may ye have ye gone and broken branches will be empty.'" My fingers were still stirring and thrusting inside Mom's vagina. "

You little pervert, it's 'What can you do to me inside the boudoir?'" Mom couldn't help but giggle softly. The slippery, wrinkled walls of her vagina tightly gripped my fingers.

My mother and I flirted like lovers, the bathroom filled with a thick, passionate atmosphere.

"Mom, come out, let me help you wash." After a while, I gently embraced my mother, nibbling her soft, smooth earlobe as I spoke sweetly.

"Hmph, you little pervert, what new tricks are you up to now?" My mother nestled against me, shaking her head gently.

We stood up from the tub, and she turned to embrace me tightly. My hard penis touched her smooth skin, and she moaned softly as we kissed.

I lifted my mother out of the tub and laid her face down on the water mat. Her shapely, curvaceous figure outlined the voluptuous body of a mature, beautiful woman. Especially my mother's plump, round buttocks, white and smooth, like a mysterious dream, capable of arousing endless fantasies.

Shower gel was applied to my mother's body, creating colorful bubbles. My hands smeared on her skin, sliding from her smooth back to her full waist, and finally to her plump, round buttocks.

My hands slipped between her thighs, exploring between her two plump buttocks; the slippery shower gel made her already smooth skin even more lustrous. My hands roamed between her buttocks, and my mother giggled, parting her legs: "You little rascal, what are you doing?" I lay on my mother's back, kissing her from her neck down her back, waist, and finally her white, plump, round, smooth buttocks. I left my kiss marks on my mother's plump, white, smooth, and firm buttocks. My mother slightly raised her plump, round buttocks, her thighs slightly parted, revealing a small, beautiful, dark red anus between her two snow-white, smooth, and full buttocks, as lovely as a chrysanthemum bud. My mother's body was covered in shower gel, slippery and smooth, including her buttocks. My face and mouth caressed and kissed her plump, soft buttocks. The shower gel overflowed with snow-white foam, covering my mother's buttocks, my face, and my mouth. My mother and I were truly in sync, our movements perfectly synchronized. With a gentle pull of my hands, my mother's legs involuntarily knelt on the waterbed, her plump, round buttocks raised upwards, her two snow-white buttocks parted as wide as possible, revealing her smooth buttock cleft, dark red anus, and a perineum sparsely covered with soft hair. I lay on top of my mother's smooth buttocks, my tongue licking and kissing the smooth cleft. "Mmm...no...no...mmm...don't...mmm..." Her plump buttocks writhed, trying to escape my kisses and licks. I held my mother's buttocks tightly, and she giggled softly as I kissed and licked her. Following the smooth cleft of her buttocks, my tongue slowly kissed her dark red, beautiful, small anus, like a chrysanthemum bud. My mother's anus was smooth and glistening, and upon closer inspection, there were a few fine hairs around it. My tongue touched it, and my mother's buttocks trembled, her anus contracting. Her plump, white buttocks arched higher, her thighs spread wider, and her upper body was now lying on the waterbed. My hands gripped my mother's smooth, white, plump buttocks, and I opened my lips to kiss her dark red, beautifully patterned anus, like a chrysanthemum bud. My tongue gently licked my mother's anus. My mother's anus contracted and writhed, her body twisted, her upper body swayed on the waterbed, and she let out soul-stirring moans. Years later, I will still remember that image: a boy kneeling behind a middle-aged beauty, cradling her plump, full buttocks, passionately kissing and licking her small, beautiful anus, like a chrysanthemum bud, while the middle-aged beauty arched her back, spreading her ample buttocks, moaning wantonly. But who would have thought this was an incestuous mother and son?

My mother trembled from the kisses and licks, her plump, white buttocks spread wide, arched high.

My hands gripped my mother's smooth, white, plump buttocks, my tongue kissing and licking her slippery buttock cleft, touching her dark red, beautifully patterned, small, chrysanthemum-like anus; gliding over the sparsely covered, soft pubic hair of her perineum, licking the wet opening of her vagina. Of course, at this moment, I was completely captivated by my mother's beautiful and alluring anus. My tongue, coated with saliva, shower gel, and the vaginal fluid overflowing from deep within her vagina, pressed against her anus, licking and touching it; my mother swayed her plump, snow-white buttocks, moaning softly, her upper body completely prone on the waterbed, only her sexy, wanton, plump, snow-white buttocks raised high. My tongue pressed against my mother's anus, pushing hard, trying to penetrate.

My mother's anus had probably never been played with before, it was tight, and the tip of my tongue licked her dark red, patterned anus, like a chrysanthemum bud, licking every fold. My mother's upper body was completely limp on the waterbed, but her sexual instincts compelled her to keep her sexy, wanton buttocks raised high.

Finally, my mother's entire body was limp on the waterbed, and I, exhausted, lay on my mother's slippery body.

After a while, I got up from my mother and pulled her, still immersed in pleasure, to lie on her back on the waterbed. Lying naked before her son, my mother resembled Venus, the goddess of love and beauty. Her smooth, fair skin outlined the rounded, alluring curves of a mature, sensual middle-aged woman; those curves undulated gently with her soft breaths. Although she was nearly forty, her smooth, fair skin remained so supple and resilient. Her full, fair breasts, which had once nourished me and fed me milk, stood erect, their round nipples like two ripe, plump grapes; they trembled slightly with her soft breaths.

Because she was lying naked before her son, my mother instinctively brought her legs together. A blush spread across her beautiful face. My mother's shyness fueled my desire to conquer her. I knelt beside my mother, poured some more shower gel onto my hands, and gently rubbed it onto her body. My hands roamed over her voluptuous form, caressing every inch of her skin. Of course, what fascinated me most were her firm, round, and full breasts and the mysterious, alluring, and gently flowing valley between her snow-white thighs. My hands grasped her firm, round, and full breasts, massaging and gently pinching her nipples, which were as plump as two ripe grapes. The rich lather enveloped her body. My hands slowly slid down to her smooth, flat abdomen, feeling the slight rise and fall of her body with her soft breathing. My mother's skin was quite sensitive; even the lightest touch of my fingers caused her skin to tremble.

I saw her beautiful navel below her lower abdomen, and gently caressed it with my fingers. Then I lay down on my mother's body and licked the indented navel with its beautiful patterns with the tip of my tongue.

"Mmm...mmm...no...mmm...don't...mmm...mmm...oh...no no...mmm...oh...mmm..." My mother finally couldn't help but cry out. Her hands pressed my head down, pushing it downwards. At this moment, my mother's two snow-white thighs were already parted, and the half-open labia between the thick pubic hair made the private parts of a mature and beautiful married woman exceptionally charming. I buried my face between my mother's two snow-white thighs, letting her thick pubic hair touch my face. I deeply inhaled my mother's intoxicating and faint body fragrance, and then began to kiss and lick from the base of her two round and plump thighs. My tongue lightly brushed against my mother's long, smooth thighs, gently licking from bottom to top along the cleft between her thick, slippery labia majora and the base of her thighs, down to her hip bones. Then, I slowly kissed and licked my way down her thighs to the Zusanli acupoint below her knees, then down to her beautiful, shapely feet, sucking on each jade-like toe. Then, I started kissing and licking upwards from the other foot, returning to the base of her thighs. During this time, my mother's legs swayed involuntarily, her buttocks occasionally arching upwards, and she let out soft moans. My tongue traveled from the base of her thighs, past her anus, and from her perineum upwards to the lower part of her vagina. Accompanied by my mother's wanton cries, her vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluids, gushing like a spring.

My mother pressed my head firmly between her two snow-white thighs, her pubic hair, wet with her fluids, shower gel, and my saliva, brushing against my face. My tongue kissed and licked my mother's thick, slippery labia majora, gently sweeping and teasing them from the outside in; her two dark red labia minora, like peach petals, shyly parted slightly; I took one of them into my mouth, gently sweeping it with the tip of my tongue, and my mother twisted her plump, full buttocks, moaning with pleasure; after a while, I took the other labia into my mouth and gently swept it with the tip of my tongue. Later, I gently took both of my mother's labia into my mouth, sucking them together, and the vaginal fluid from my mother's vagina flowed into my mouth. My tongue played with the two petal-like labia minora in my mouth, probing between them, licking the tender flesh inside. My mother was now completely limp from my caresses, utterly immersed in the pleasure of sex, already lost in the pure pleasure of animalistic sex. However, I remained conscious; I wanted to awaken my mother from her trance, to let her continue to receive my caresses in a semi-conscious state. Taking advantage of my mother's dazed state, I gently bit her labia minora, which I had in my mouth. I heard her let out a soft "Ah," her body jerked, and her legs reflexively kicked out. Luckily, I was prepared and didn't fall off the waterbed. Before she could speak, I quickly took her petal-like labia minora back into my mouth, my soft tongue gently teasing them. The "Ah" she had just uttered turned into a soft "Oh." My mother's body relaxed again, her two round, long, smooth legs wrapped around my neck, her hands caressing my head, swaying her naked body, moaning lasciviously.

My mother's clitoris was already erect, pointed and adorable like a cardamom bud. I felt that my mother desperately wanted me to kiss and lick her clitoris. Hearing my mother's wanton moans, I parted her labia minora, which resembled flower petals, and extended my tongue. Using the tip of my tongue, I slowly and gently licked upwards along her perineum, where soft pubic hair grew sparsely, towards her clitoris. As my tongue touched the vaginal opening, I gently moved it from side to side, parting her labia minora like peach petals while continuing to lick upwards, inching closer to the clitoris. Just as I was about to touch her lovely, budding clitoris, I lightly, almost imperceptibly, brushed and touched it with the tip of my tongue, then moved downwards to kiss her vulva, which resembled a flower stamen. That almost imperceptible touch made my mother tremble for a long time.

At the beautiful, alluring opening of her vagina, my tongue forcefully penetrated her overflowing vaginal fluids, licking the slippery, beautifully folded inner walls. The slightly salty vaginal fluid from my mother's vagina flowed down my tongue and into my mouth.

At this moment, I had my mother's clitoris in my mouth. I gently touched the tip of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, flicking it upwards and occasionally moving it from side to side. My mother's penis throbbed lightly, almost imperceptibly, in my mouth. My mother's body twisted, her two round, snow-white legs kicked, and her buttocks thrust upwards so that I could more thoroughly kiss, lick, and suck her vaginal opening and inner walls.

My mother's legs were spread wide, and my head was buried between them, licking her clitoris with my mouth while one hand caressed her plump, soft buttocks, and the other hand rubbed her thick pubic hair. Occasionally, I moved my fingers to her buttocks, teasing her anus, and sometimes even gently inserted my fingers into her vagina, stirring them around. My mother moaned lasciviously, her voice high and low, urging me to quickly insert my hard penis into her vagina. But I wanted to "teach" her a lesson, to make her never forget me. My mouth was on her clitoris, my tongue licking it. Her round legs were tightly wrapped around my neck, her two plump, white, soft buttocks spread wide, her body thrusting upwards. Her clitoris was completely enveloped in my mouth, and I would occasionally tease it with my tongue, sometimes even gently biting it with my teeth. Each time, my mother would tremble all over, her legs would instinctively kick, and she would let out a few ecstatic moans. The scent of her vaginal fluid and her ecstatic moans stimulated my penis to a hard point.

Just then, my mother's body trembled, and a stream of water gushed from her vagina like a fountain, splashing my face and mouth, leaving a faint musky smell. Ah, it's Mom's pee! Mom lost control of her bladder because of me, and she couldn't help but pee on her son's face and mouth!

"Ah! Wuji, get up!" Mom cried out and struggled to get up, but I held her down tightly.

I let Mom's warm, clear urine with a faint odor hit my face. Mom twisted her body uncomfortably, but she couldn't control herself now and could only let that pee all over me—her son's face and mouth.

After a while, Mom finished peeing, and as the gurgling water gradually stopped, my lips deeply kissed Mom's wet labia.

After a while, Mom came back to her senses from her embarrassment, and with a shy face, she let me hold her in my arms, and Mom nestled tightly in my arms. We sat on the waterbed, and Mom said shyly, "Wuji, Mom, it's so embarrassing." "What's wrong, Mom?" I asked knowingly.

"Mom really, really couldn't control it, so I had to pee." Mom's face was flushed with shame.

"Mom, do you know what?" I said, smacking my lips deliberately, "Mom's pee smells amazing!" "Oh, don't talk nonsense!" Mom punched my face with her little hand. "Mom's angry. It's so dirty. You won't kiss me later!" I hugged Mom in my arms, pressing my hands against her chest, kneading her full, round, and perky breasts in turn. Mom closed her eyes, enjoying her son's caresses. It seemed that Mom also enjoyed the sexual pleasure brought by this taboo of incest. Looking at Mom's beautiful face, especially her rosy and delicate lips, I couldn't help but gently kiss her lips.

Mom opened her eyes, pretending to be angry, and said, "Your lips are so stinky. You're not allowed to kiss me." I kissed her again and said, "Mom, if you promise me one thing, I won't kiss you." Mom turned her head away from my lips and asked, "What is it?" "Tell me, where does the stinky smell on my lips come from?" I refused to tell. "Mom blushed, laughing as she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stop me from kissing her again.

I put my right hand under her armpit: 'Will you tell me or not?' Mom was ticklish and quickly begged for mercy: 'Tell me, I'll tell

you... it's... it's Mom... Mom... the smell down there...' 'No, not specific enough!' I gently tickled Mom's armpit with my finger. Mom giggled and said, 'Wuji, I'll tell you, please, stop tickling me, take your hand away and I'll tell you.' Mom chuckled, blushing, and whispered in my ear, 'The smell on your mouth is the smell of my pee... Are you satisfied now? You little rascal!' Then she hugged me tightly."

After a passionate, ecstatic kiss, I carried my mother back into the large bathtub. The water was clear. My mother faced me, her legs spread wide, her smooth, alluring, and enticing vaginal opening, like a lovely flower bud, directly opposite my hard, erect penis. My penis in the water was like a hidden reef standing upright. I held onto my mother's plump, fleshy buttocks. My mother held onto the edge of the tub with one hand and my erect, large, and hard penis, which resembled a sword reaching for the sky, with the other. Her body slowly sank down, and her slippery vaginal opening touched the glans of my penis. My mother's vaginal opening was slippery, and my large, smooth glans slid in effortlessly. Kneading my mother's soft, white, plump buttocks, looking at her fair, rounded body, feeling the suppleness and tightness of her vagina, I felt intoxicated, as if I had drunk a fine, aged wine. Using the buoyancy of the water, I thrust my lower body upwards, and with both hands holding my mother's plump, large buttocks, I pulled her down forcefully. With my eyes slightly closed, I savored the slow insertion of my penis into her flesh. My mother was unprepared and suddenly straddled me. My large, thick, and hard penis was instantly enveloped by my mother's vagina, and the smooth, round glans was on the soft, warm, and almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina.

Mom involuntarily let out a soft "Ah!" and her slightly closed, beautiful eyes snapped open. Her face was now facing mine, watching my mischievous grin. Like a girl experiencing first love, she gently tapped me with her delicate fist, saying, "Ah, you're so naughty, naughty son, naughty son, you don't even care about me..." Face to face, I was captivated by Mom's alluring charm, my eyes glued to her beautiful face.

Mom finally realized what was happening, a little embarrassed, her face flushed crimson. She lowered her eyelids slightly and said softly and coquettishly, "You little rascal, what are you looking at? What's there to see?" "Mom, you're so beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I love you, I want to be with you forever." Mom, her face flushed with shyness, leaned against my shoulder, her full, firm breasts pressed tightly against my chest. I held her waist and hips tightly, my penis firmly inserted into her vagina. That was the passage through which I came into this world: sixteen years ago, my tiny body entered this world through this passage in my mother's body; sixteen years later, through the same passage, the strongest part of my body, the part that brought my mother pleasure, returned to her body. Not long ago, my semen cleansed my mother's long-neglected vagina, and those countless sperm returned to the homeland that nurtured me sixteen years ago—my mother's womb.

With the buoyancy of the water, my body easily arched upwards. I embraced my mother's plump waist and hips, thrusting upwards with force, my penis pumping in and out of her vagina.

My mother let out a soft moan, her plump, soft buttocks pressing down as she straddled me, her smooth, tight, wrinkled vagina tightly enveloping and stroking my penis. My mother swayed her plump hips, and I thrust upwards with force, the water in the large bathtub undulating like waves in the ocean.

The bathroom was soaked by the two writhing bodies, my mother's originally snow-white body, bearing the burden of releasing heat, gradually turning rosy. Her wanton moans led me to the peak of sexual passion. Satisfied, my mother slowly slid her taut, jade-like legs off my shoulders, curling up in the bathtub with my nearly exhausted body, whispering sweet nothings to me in a soft, tender voice… My mother's sexual desire as a woman had finally been aroused. In just one week, she had already found her place; she clearly knew that she was first and foremost a mother, and only then a woman. For me, as a mother, she came first, and as a lover, she came second.

With a "click," I reached out and switched on the bedside lamp, its soft, warm light instantly flooding the entire bedroom.

"Mmm," Mom murmured softly, her flushed cheeks radiating the satisfaction of sex, her silky eyes shimmering with languid light. She buried her face in my chest, saying with a touch of shyness and coquettishness,

"Good son, hold me!" Mom was now on top of me, my penis still inside her vagina after I had ejaculated, her labia still tightly gripping it. I kissed her rosy cheeks and obediently held her close.

These past few days, I had learned Mom's habit: after our intense intercourse, she would whine to me, hinting that she needed some gentle, loving caresses before the next storm. So I wrapped one arm around her waist, and with the other, gently stroked her smooth back and caressed her buttocks.

Mom murmured dreamily, expressing her satisfaction and contentment. Her voice seemed to come from afar, or perhaps rise from her chest, a sweet, shy voice like a nightingale's song reaching my ears: "My dear son, tonight you've made me so happy!" I held my mother tightly. Lately, my mother had become very fond of me. She always used this woman-on-top position, straddling me, guiding my hard, long, thick, and strong penis with her hands, slowly lowering it onto her plump, round buttocks. Her slippery, wet vagina gradually swallowed my penis until her labia tightly gripped the base of my penis, and the large, round glans pressed tightly against the warm, soft, and almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina. At this moment, Mom twisted her soft, plump buttocks, causing the head of my penis to rub against that soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh; Mom's body leaned slightly back, her hands kneading her round, plump, soft, and perky breasts, her beautiful face flushed with lust, her hazy eyes shimmering with seductive light.

At these moments, Mom would move her body against me, her slippery, folded vagina tightly enveloping and stroking my thick, hard penis. Her face was flushed, her hair cascaded down, her beautiful eyes were hazy, and she was panting heavily. Her breasts bounced on her chest. Mom's white, smooth, plump buttocks swayed, her fleshy bottoms hitting my legs with a slapping sound. My mother's long-dormant desires, finally released from their long-suppressed hunger, were completely unleashed. On top of me, her mature, beautiful, and alluring vagina tightly gripped and squeezed my penis. That primal lust caused her to completely abandon reason, succumbing to the incestuous pleasure. My

beautiful, mature, voluptuous, and sexy mother was overwhelmed by the forbidden pleasure of incestuous intercourse, reaching a state of ecstasy. She straddled me, her body undulating, her hair flowing, her body glistening with sweat, panting heavily. She squeezed and rubbed her full, firm, and round breasts with both hands. A continuous flow of vaginal fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, making our thick pubic hair and genitals wet and sticky. My mother's soft, seductive, and wanton moans released all the pent-up desire of a lonely, lonely woman after many years.

The lewd sounds of their intercourse, "plop, plop," only fueled our lust and heightened our arousal. My mother straddled me, her body swaying and her hips twisting; her long, black hair danced like a burning flame behind her head; her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, she was covered in sweat, and she was panting heavily. My mother's plump buttocks swayed wildly, bouncing up and down, her round, fleshy buttocks slapping against my inner thighs. Her long-dormant, mature, beautiful, alluring, moist vagina, with its folded inner walls, tightly gripped and stroked my penis. I felt her labia contracting rhythmically, just like the cherry lips of her small mouth, tightly biting the base of my penis. My beautiful, mature, voluptuous, and sexy mother had completely disregarded ethical taboos, succumbing to my thick, large, and long penis and skillful sexual techniques, deeply immersed in the forbidden pleasure of mother-son infidelity. I lay on my back, my body moving up and down, my abdomen driving my penis to thrust forcefully, meeting my mother's wanton vagina. One hand, not content with its rest, kneaded and played with my mother's round, perky breasts, bouncing up and down like a pair of white doves. My mother's breasts were kneaded until they were perky, and her two small nipples were kneaded until they were hard and erect, like ripe, full grapes. My mother's beautiful face was flushed, her beautiful eyes were hazy, her cherry lips were slightly parted, and she was panting softly. At this moment, my mother was no longer the graceful, elegant, and beautiful woman she had been in front of everyone; she was no longer the shyness she had shown when I had raped her just a few days ago. All she did was wiggle her plump, round buttocks, gripping my penis tightly, letting the glans touch the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina, her beautiful face radiating a seductive allure.

I thrust my penis upwards with force, gripping my mother's buttocks with both hands, pumping in and out with each stroke. The head of my penis touched the soft, almost imperceptible flesh deep within her vagina. I felt a warm current gushing from the end of her vagina, sending tingling sensations down my spine and making my whole body tremble. Like an electric shock, a surge of heat shot from my central nervous system to the base of

my penis, then quickly back to the head. I knew my mother and I had reached orgasm simultaneously. Amidst my mother's wanton cries, my semen gushed powerfully from my penis, shooting forcefully into her vagina. My mother lay on top of me, tightly embracing my head. I held her tightly, my penis thrusting upwards, the hot semen pounding against the flesh deep within her vagina. My mother pressed her lower body downwards, completely enveloping my penis at the base. My penis felt the contractions and spasms of my mother's vaginal walls and labia inside her, sending shivers down my spine until I ejaculated completely inside her. My mother, weak and utterly intoxicated, lay on top of me, breathing softly, her body glistening with fragrant sweat. My penis, still inside her, kissed her flushed cheeks, glistening with sweat, and her sweet, red lips, her breath sweet and fragrant. She slipped her delicate tongue into my mouth, and our tongues intertwined. My hands caressed her body, from her smooth, supple back to her full, soft, round, snow-white buttocks, kneading and kneading. Ah! Mother, my beautiful mother is truly a masterpiece of God!

Before I knew it, my mother and I had been "living together" for almost two weeks. During this time, on our newly bought double bed, my mother had become deeply infatuated with my young penis, and her long-dormant sexual desire erupted like a volcano. My mother's long-dormant, burgeoning sexual desire was completely ignited. The taboo of incest allowed my mother and me to experience an indescribable pleasure from mother-son sex. Like opium addicts, my mother and I were deeply captivated by the pleasure brought by the taboo of incest.

Holding my naked mother against my own naked body, my still-erect penis, after ejaculating, was still inserted in my mother's vagina. Only at this moment did I truly understand how charming and lovely my mother, who had the dual identities of "mother" and "lover," was. In my mother, I could feel the tenderness and care of a mother, and also the charm and lust of a lover. Sometimes, my mother's maturity and skillful sexual techniques amazed me. In me, the love my mother showed for her son made me feel a hidden shyness beneath the indulgence. Sometimes, when my mother was in my arms, and I was having a wild time on her mature, fair, and voluptuous body, she would act like a little girl, treating me as her lover.

For the past two weeks, my mother and I have made love countless times. Each time, we experience different sensations, sensations that defy description. Each time, I derive exhilarating pleasure from my mother; and she, almost every time, expresses her ecstatic satisfaction with her body and soft moans… “Who told you to be both my mother and my lover?” I teased, my hands kneading her plump, soft buttocks, lightly kissing her flowing hair. “In every way, I must do my best to make you happy…” My mother’s face is pressed against my chest, and even without looking, I can feel her flushed face. Over these two weeks, I’ve discovered that my mother’s most alluring quality is that even in her most wanton moments, her inexplicable shyness transforms into a blush and her eyes sparkle with desire. My

mother’s slippery vagina still envelops my penis, the inner walls and labia minora contracting and twitching rhythmically.

My mother's slightly flushed face gently caressed my chest as she murmured, "Ah, time flies so fast. Sixteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, and in two months it will be your sixteenth birthday. When you were first born, you were so tiny. I always wondered when such a small child would grow up. I never imagined that you would grow up so quickly. And now you can even be with me..." I chuckled and said lewdly, "Mom, did you ever think of this day when you gave birth to me? Sixteen years ago, I was born into this world from your vagina, and sixteen years later, my penis is inside your vagina again." My mother sighed softly, saying with deep emotion, "Yes, I really never imagined that my son would grow so strong at sixteen, that he would have such thoughts about me, and that he would act on them without hesitation. I never dreamed that I would be forced by my son..." At this moment, my penis slowly swelled up inside my mother's vagina, gradually filling it completely.

"Oh, you little rascal, already making demands again? Son, you're almost as much of a wolfhound as me." I knew Mom was teasing me, because after a male dog ejaculates inside a female dog's vagina, its penis remains erect and cannot be withdrawn due to the lubrication of the female's vaginal fluid.

"Want to experience the feeling of a wolfhound, Mom?" I flipped over and pinned Mom beneath me, my penis still deeply inserted into her vagina. Mom and I were already perfectly in sync. She let out a soft moan and let me pin her down. Her two smooth, rounded legs wrapped around my waist, her plump, round buttocks shifting and thrusting, her vagina and labia gripping my penis tightly, her two round, white arms tightly embracing my neck and back.

I twisted my hips, my penis swirling inside Mom's vagina, the menacing, large glans grinding against the warm, soft, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina.

"Oh...oh...good boy...oh...oh...Mommy...oh...oh...so beautiful...oh oh...son...oh...oh...I'm not coming anymore...oh...oh..." Mommy's moans were no longer suppressed; they were now heartfelt, expressing her sexual desires, needs, and the satisfaction of those desires—a seductive and alluring sound.

From the night we bought the big bed, during our passionate lovemaking, I would always jokingly ask Mommy:

"Mom, what are we doing?" At this point, Mom would blush and pinch my buttocks with her delicate little hands: "You little rascal, pushing your luck! How can you ask such a question?" I thrust my penis in and out, chuckling lewdly: "Mom, tell me, I want to hear what Mom and I are doing!" Mom, worn down by my teasing, finally said, "You little devil, then tell me, what are we doing?" Looking at Mom's alluring, shy figure, my penis thrust and twisted faster inside her vagina: "I want Mom to tell me, Mom, tell me quickly!" Mom gasped, helplessly teased by my teasing, and said: "Oh, you're such a devil in me," Mom said, her face flushed, her voice soft and delicate. "We...we...were fucking...fucking...pussy..." "Who's fucking whose pussy? Mom didn't say it clearly." "It's...it's...son...son...fucking...fucking Mom's pussy..." As she spoke, Mom would blush deeply, closing her alluring eyes, becoming as beautiful as a bride on her wedding night!

At this moment, Mom and I would feel a thrill and pleasure from the taboo of incest. In other words, in the frenzy of lovemaking, Mom and I were savoring the indescribable pleasure and excitement of mother-son adultery. On one hand, Mom thought her son was raping her; on the other hand, she thought her lover was having sex with her. On one hand, I thought I was fucking my mother; on the other hand, I thought I was having sex with my lover. Of course, when my mother and I are passionately making love in bed, I still like to call her "Mom," and she naturally likes to call me "Son." Sometimes we also call each other "Wife," "Mom," "Husband," and "Son" all at once.

My mother likes to straddle me in the woman-on-top position, and I'm happy to let her straddle me. This way, I can watch her actively sway her plump buttocks, bouncing her body, her slippery vagina and wet labia gripping and squeezing my penis. Her full, perky breasts are like two leaping white flames.

But sometimes I also like to use the rear-entry position, with my mother kneeling on the bed, her elbows on the bed, her upper body almost touching the bed, her white, smooth, plump buttocks raised high and spread wide. At this time, her vagina, hidden in her fluffy, thick pubic hair, and her charming, chrysanthemum-bud-like anus will be exaggeratedly displayed in front of me.

Whenever this happens, I pounce on my mother's plump buttocks and kiss and lick those two places to my heart's content with my lips and tongue.

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