Are you comfortable in those stockings? Mom, your son will serve you every day from now on.

My parents divorced fifteen years ago, and I lived with my mother.

She's now a middle manager in a private company, and she's never married or had a boyfriend because of me. She's only about 161cm tall, a little plump but not fat, with wavy hair, always wearing business attire, stockings, and high heels—she always looks sexy and alluring.

When I was in middle school, I learned to masturbate after watching porn for the first time. At first, I only watched normal porn, but later I accidentally watched an incestuous AV. In the film, a long-single mother discovers her son masturbating with her underwear and becomes addicted, so she actively seduces him into having sex with her. The last scene is the mother, wearing stockings, having sex on the sofa at home. It shocked me a lot and I found it very exciting because this mother and son were very similar to me. So, when I went to porn sites, I stopped reading other novels and only watched mother-son porn.

I fantasized about my mother every day. She was always tired when she came home, and would usually take a shower after getting dressed. Whenever I felt the urge, I would sneakily use her stockings to masturbate while she was showering. Her stockings smelled especially good in the summer, a mix of sweat and leather, and they were always damp. I would ejaculate very quickly each time. Later, I found out that my mother already knew, but she just hadn't said anything.

During the summer after my high school entrance exams, I don't know how many pairs of my mother's stockings I smelled and ejaculated in. Every time I thought about my mother wearing the stockings I had used to masturbate to work, I felt incredibly happy. At the time, I didn't have any other thoughts; it was just secret masturbation. When high school became more demanding, I didn't have the energy for this anymore. I almost never did it during my three years of high school. Through my hard work, I got into a top university in the provincial capital. My mother was incredibly happy, and so was I. When the results came out, I hugged my mother and realized that she had aged considerably in those three years; her wrinkles were more noticeable. After all, she was over 40, but she still had a sophisticated and mature woman's charm. This summer after the college entrance exam, feeling very relaxed, I started paying attention to my mother again. She was still the same as always, coming home from work to cook, rarely socializing.

For the first week after the results came out, I read incestuous novels every day, finishing several years' worth. To the point that all I could think about was having sex with my mother, having sex with her wearing stockings, sucking her beautiful feet while I was having sex with her.

I started planning how to have sex with my mother. First of all, rape was definitely out of the question, as it would be disrespectful to

her. After thinking about it for an afternoon, I decided that a gradual approach would be better. First, I should help my mother with housework and praise her more to get closer to her. Then, I should masturbate while holding her stockings or shorts, pretending to accidentally let her see. Finally, I could find a way to let her see incestuous novels or AVs. With the plan set, I began to act. That evening, Mom came home, and I went out to greet her. Seeing her flesh-colored stockings and high heels almost made me hard. I said, "Mom's home! You must be tired today. I'll help you with the housework tonight." "What's wrong? Why are you being so considerate today?" "Nothing, I just felt like I should help you with something, otherwise you'll be going to college soon." "Haha, it's good to have that thought, but I'll do it myself."

"..." Then Mom changed her clothes and went to take a shower. I went to the washing machine and watched Mom take off her flesh-colored stockings with yellowed toes. I couldn't resist anymore. I took them out, smelled them, and even ate them while masturbating. After ejaculating, I made up my mind that during summer vacation, I would make sure Mom came home from work wearing stockings and had sex with me.

After Mom came out of the shower, she was wearing pajamas and slippers. Her feet, painted with bright red nail polish, looked particularly sexy. I stared at her beautiful feet. "Why are you staring at my feet? Go do your thing."

"I've noticed that Mom is getting more and more beautiful. I didn't really notice before." "Oh, you've become so sweet since you got into university. Is there something you want to say?" When Mom said that, I suddenly felt that maybe traveling with Mom would be a better way to strengthen our relationship. Since we'd definitely book a hotel room, we could spend every day together. So I thought for a moment and said, "Yes, Mom, I want to go on a trip. Will you come with me?"

"Oh, okay. You should think about where to go first. I also think I should take you out for a walk. I'm quite bored at work every day, and I haven't taken a single day of my annual leave." "You agreed so quickly! That's great! I'll tell you tomorrow." I pretended to be happy and went over to kiss Mom hard, while blowing air into her ear. Mom visibly trembled when I blew air into her ear, probably because she hadn't been with a man for over ten years. "You're such a grown man, and you're still so indecent! You've kissed my face so hard it hurts!"

Mom blushed and went to cook. Seeing this, I ran in to help. In the kitchen, I casually helped Mom chop vegetables, but my main focus was on Mom's breasts and legs. After a while, I got hard, so I took the opportunity to rub my penis against Mom's butt. After a few times, Mom noticed and was a little angry but didn't want to say anything. So she scolded, "What are you doing, making a scene? Get out of here, I don't need your help anymore." Seeing this, I quickly smiled and left.

During dinner, I tried to probe my mother, asking, "Mom, I'm already in college, why don't you have a boyfriend yet? Or are you dating someone behind my back?" "What are you talking about? I'm so old, who would want me? I'll only be able to rely on you to support me in the future." "

Who said that? Mom is so beautiful, with such a great figure, I think she's even prettier than girls my age! Nobody wants you, but I do! I'll support you, haha!" "Hurry up and eat. I don't need you to support me, just work hard. I'm fine on my own."

"Okay, Mom, I'll be good to you," I said earnestly. I saw my mother's eyes were red, so I quickly said, "Eat, eat." After dinner, my mom and I sat on the sofa watching TV. When we saw someone relaxing by soaking their feet in the show, I decided to tease my mom. I said, "Mom, you must be very tired today. How about I give you a foot massage?" "Yes, I am. Wearing such high heels every day, of course my feet hurt! You're so kind of you today!"

"Of course, I'm happy to serve Mom's beautiful feet." After saying that, I patted my thigh, indicating that Mom should put her legs on my thigh so I could massage them. "Don't always joke with Mom. I don't have beautiful feet." She said, putting her legs on my thigh as well.

Looking at my mother's beautiful feet with their red nail polish, I was so excited I could hardly speak. "Really, Mom, I'm not kidding, I'd even kiss your beautiful feet!" "Don't say that, if you're so brave, then kiss them if you don't mind the mess." I really wanted to, but I still said, "I was just kidding, don't take it seriously, Mom." "I knew it, hurry up and massage them for me."

So I obediently massaged my mother's beautiful feet. As I massaged, it probably felt too good, and my mother actually fell asleep. I started to get restless, my hands caressing every inch of my mother's feet. After a while, I actually got an erection, but I didn't dare to move. I saw that my mother didn't react. I originally wanted to hold her feet and give her a footjob, but I thought it was too dangerous, so I gave up and just held them. After a few minutes, I went soft. I was still touching my mother's feet. This time, I lifted my mother's left foot to my face. My mother's feet had a bit of a smell, but I liked it.

I couldn't resist kissing my mom's toes and soles. Suddenly, she opened her eyes. "What are you doing? You actually kissed them!" I was momentarily flustered. I hadn't expected her to be awake, so I could only say, "I just thought your feet were so beautiful, I couldn't help but kiss them." Then I had a bad feeling. Had she noticed my erection? "Do you think Mom's nail polish looks good?" I hadn't expected her to ask me that. "It looks good, but I think purple and green suit you better, a mature woman's style!" "I think so too. I'm going to sleep now, you should go to sleep early too." She got up and went to her room.

"I'm going to sleep too." I went back to my room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Today had been too exciting, so I got up and fantasized about my mom's stockinged feet while masturbating, fantasizing about her calling me "son" while actively putting her stockinged feet on my face and in my mouth, and then me having sex with her… The next day, I went to the mall and used my savings to buy my mom two bottles of the most expensive purple and green nail polish, and a pair of pink peep-toe high heels that I thought looked good. When Mom came home from work that evening, I said to her, "I've decided, let's go to the beach in Qingdao. Hainan might be too hot for me." "Whatever you say, I'll take tomorrow off and we'll get ready to go the day after."

"Okay, Mom, here's something." She took out some nail polish and said, "My son is so thoughtful, thank you! I'll paint it tomorrow and wear the shoes you bought me on our trip!"

"Why don't we paint them later, Mom? I want to see." "You're so demanding. Wait until after your bath." While Mom was taking a bath, I imagined her lifting her toenails to paint them, and I got incredibly excited. After her bath, I pulled Mom down to sit and had her paint them purple. Mom originally wanted to eat first and then wash off the red nail polish on her toenails. Then, watching her carefully paint each nail with purple, my heart raced, and I almost forced myself on her, but that was just a thought.

After she finished, I had Mom put on stockings and the shoes I bought for her, along with her own cheongsam. I laughed and said, "Mom, you look so beautiful! I'd even marry you, haha!" "What are you talking about, son? Mom's so old." "Not old at all! Stockings, high heels, and a cheongsam... I almost couldn't resist!"

"Nonsense, go change and cook." That evening, while watching TV, I did the same thing again, massaging Mom's feet. After the massage, I kissed her and smelled them. Mom seemed used to it and didn't say anything, just jokingly said, "You're so dirty." Before bed, Mom went to brush her teeth, and I followed. While brushing, I pressed my penis against her. Mom must have felt it, because she turned around, a little embarrassed and angry, and said, "What are you doing? Don't stick so close to me. Go back to bed."

But this time I didn't listen to her and continued brushing my teeth next to her. I was wearing shorts, so Mom could probably feel my penis. Seeing that I didn't react, Mom quickly finished brushing and went to bed. Feeling awkward, I went back to my room.

"Have you packed your things? Let's go, son," Mom said to me, wearing sunglasses, a shirt, a short skirt, and the high heels I bought for her. "Okay, let's go, beautiful." We arrived at the airport at 11 pm and queued to board the plane.

A few hours later, at 4 pm, we arrived in Qingdao. Since I'd never traveled far before and didn't know about online hotel bookings, when we arrived at the hotel closest to the beach by taxi, there were no double rooms available. My mother suggested we book two, but I immediately stopped her, saying, "Why two rooms, Mom? It's so expensive. Let's just have one. What's wrong with a mother and son sleeping in the same bed?" "You're so old, and you still sleep with me? Don't you think it's embarrassing?"

"No, just one room. Two blankets will do." My mother couldn't argue with me, and there were people in line behind us, so she had no choice but to book one room. When we got to the room, I was secretly delighted; I had a chance tonight.

After putting our luggage down, I went out to eat and shop with my mother. My mother, wearing stockings, held my hand, and I felt so happy. As we walked, I started daydreaming absentmindedly.

It was past 9 pm when we got back to the hotel after dinner. The elevator was packed. We were on the 32nd floor, the second to last floor. Because I had been fantasizing the whole time, my mom was squeezed in front of me in the elevator. I was stiff the whole time, so I just took the opportunity to press myself against her and grab her arms to see her reaction. After a few floors, my mom probably realized what was happening. She turned around with a look of anger, but didn't say anything, so she stepped on me. I endured the pain and let go. When we got to the 20s, there was almost no one left.

I pressed myself against my mom again. This time, she walked straight to the elevator door. I felt I might have gone too far, so I stopped. After we got out of the elevator, my mom ignored me. She wouldn't respond when I tried to talk to her. When we got back to the room, she got angry and yelled, "What are you doing? Can't you learn something nice? Stop joking around with your mom. And next time I'll just hit you!"

"Don't be angry, they squeezed me, it wasn't intentional," I lied as best I could. Finally, Mom had no choice but to go to the bathroom to change clothes and take a shower. I forgot to mention, Mom not only brought clothes and cosmetics but also her own sheets, slippers, and other personal items, so sleeping in her bed that night felt like sleeping in Mom's bed at home. After Mom finished showering, I followed her. Seeing Mom's stockings on the sink, I couldn't resist picking them up and smelling them.

After showering, Mom was a little tired and fell asleep quickly, but I was very excited. At first, I was very well-behaved in bed, but later I started to snuggle up to Mom. Soon I got an erection and subconsciously rubbed my buttocks against hers. Later, I felt unsatisfied and was afraid Mom would wake up, but I wanted her to know what I really wanted to do, so I got up and watched incestuous AVs on my laptop, playing some sound, but not very loudly.

Watching mature women in stockings being fucked by their sons in AVs, I got incredibly excited. Looking at my mother in the mirror, I couldn't resist, so I went to the bathroom and took out her stockings. I masturbated while watching the AVs. My mother seemed to hear something and said, "What are you doing? Aren't you asleep?" I didn't answer, and neither did she. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother getting up to look at me in the mirror, so I excitedly ejaculated forcefully, my semen staining her stockings.

When I turned back, my mother was pretending to be asleep again. After tidying up, I deliberately left the computer on, changing the titles of the novels and AVs to things like "Falling in Love with My Stocking-Clad Mother," "My Mother's Beautiful Feet," and "Mother-Son Incest" on the desktop. I just wanted my mother to see it.

After ejaculating, I obediently went to sleep, but secretly recorded the video on my phone, facing the computer desk in front of the mirror. The next day at 7 am, I woke up, but my mother wasn't there, which wasn't her usual habit. I guessed what was going on, so I quickly went to the bathroom and checked my phone. All I heard was my snoring.

About an hour into the recording, around 11 PM, I saw my mother get up and sit in front of the computer, browsing AVs and novels. She seemed restless, probably wanting to have sex, but not masturbating. I admired her self-control. I scrolled through the recording and found that from 53 minutes to 2:17 AM, she had been reading a novel on the computer.

I turned off the recording and checked her recent browsing history. It turned out she was reading "Falling in Love with My Stocking-Clad Mother," a story about a mother and son similar to ours. She was probably engrossed in it and didn't go to sleep until it was finished. Knowing what she did last night, I was still hard, but I immediately went to take a shower and then called her to get up for breakfast so we could go to the beach early, because it would get hot later and I didn't want my stocking-clad mother to get a tan. Mom got up, her eyes darting around at me. Since I'd finished what I was doing, I kept glancing at her. I saw her staring blankly at the stockings I'd used yesterday in the bathroom. I deliberately asked, "What's wrong, beautiful?"

"Do Mom's stockings smell good?" Mom suddenly asked with a smile. I was caught off guard. "They smell great! I want to smell them every day!" "Go out, I need to change." Mom came out, wearing a cheongsam and a pair of thin, coffee-colored stockings. Red shoes revealed her beautiful coffee-colored feet. "Mom, you're so beautiful!" "Let's go to the beach." The beach wasn't too crowded because it was still early. Mom changed into her swimsuit, taking off the stockings on the beach. "Hold these for Mom," I said. "I'd even let my son eat them!" "Don't be silly."

We took many photos, some of which were taken by others. Everyone complimented my mom on how young she looked, like we were siblings. But I whispered in her ear, "I think we look like a couple, Mom." "Nonsense."

We played at the beach for a few hours, but the sun got too strong, so we left. Mom suggested we go back to the hotel because it was too hot, and I said, "Okay, I haven't had a good rest yet." So Mom changed back into her cheongsam and stockings. In the back seat of the taxi, I leaned close to her ear and asked, "Mom, are you tired today?" "Yes, I am. Give me a massage when we get back," she replied. I whispered, "Can you wear stockings while you massage me? Please." Mom didn't say anything, just glanced at me and smiled.

Back in the room, Mom didn't change her clothes; she just took off her shoes, ready to take a nap. Seeing my chance, I said, "Mom, let me serve you." "Come on, massage Mom's feet." I moved a stool to the foot of the bed, touching Mom's stockinged feet. Neither of us spoke. After a while, Mom said she was sleepy and told me to rest too.

I didn't want to leave Mom's beautiful feet like that, so I said, "You sleep, I'll massage them." Mom fell asleep and started snoring softly. I grew bolder and began to put Mom's feet on my face, inhaling the scent of a mature woman's feet. I got an erection. I started kissing my mother's stockinged feet without restraint.

I really wanted to suck on her toes, but I was afraid of waking her and embarrassing myself. I even took many close-up photos of her stockinged feet.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I got into bed and whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, your feet are so sexy, I really want to suck on your toes every day while making love at home." Then I closed my eyes, but I didn't actually fall asleep. After about ten minutes, my mother woke up. She thought I was asleep, and I heard her sigh and say, "What should I do?"

I pretended to be asleep, but I was excited inside. My mom knew what I had just done, and since she hadn't scolded or hit me, it meant my wish would soon come true. Then my mom got up and went back to the computer. I knew she was going to read novels or watch AVs, so I kept pretending to sleep. Out of the corner of

my eye, I saw her watching AVs again, but this time there was no sound. This time, she kept touching her genitals; I guessed she was masturbating. I knew my chance had come, but this time I didn't get up and force myself on her. I wanted something more exciting.

I half-opened my eyes. On the AV screen, my mom was sitting on top of her son, thrusting her body. She was wearing flesh-colored stockings. Although there was no sound, I could tell she was very passionate.

At the same time, she was also vigorously stroking her genitals, her movements quickening. She was probably close to orgasm. After a few minutes, she slumped onto the table, glanced back at me, and went to take a shower. Soon, Mom came out dressed and called me to get up for lunch. I pretended to have just woken up and sat up. I saw that Mom had changed her clothes; she was wearing a floral dress with sheer stockings and slippers. She looked very alluring. I stared at her for a long time. Mom said, "Stop looking. It's past 1 p.m., get up and eat. We're going out to play."

"Mom is so beautiful!" I jumped up and deliberately kissed Mom on the lips. Mom was a little surprised, but she smiled and said, "Don't mess things up. I'm your mother!"

"What's wrong with Mom? Can't Mom let her son kiss her?" After saying that, I put on my clothes and went to eat with Mom. There was an incident during lunch. Because my mind was full of Mom, I deliberately dropped my chopsticks and crawled under the table to peek at Mom. She was wearing lace underwear. At that moment, I wanted to hug her legs and give her oral sex. Mom saw that I hadn't come up for a long time and looked down at me. "What are you looking at? Why have you been looking for so long?"

"Nothing," I said shyly.

After dinner, we went to the pier. It was too hot for sightseeing. Mom stood on the pier and asked me to take pictures. I had Mom pose in a few ways I liked, and then we asked someone to take the pictures. This time, I stood directly behind Mom, pressing my crotch against her, since no one outside knew us.

Mom seemed a little uncomfortable and tried to pull away. I whispered in her ear, "Take a picture, Mom." Mom's breathing seemed a little heavy. I put my right hand on Mom's bottom and wrapped my left arm around her.

I said to the young girl, "Take the picture, beautiful." After the picture was taken, the girl gave me the camera. I looked at the two photos and smiled happily. Mom seemed a little awkward, but I smiled with satisfaction! We strolled around a bit more, had some drinks at a cafe in the scenic area, and sat there until after 5 pm. After dinner, we went back to the hotel. I had a feeling something was going to happen tonight!

We got back to the hotel at 8 pm, with a few hours before bedtime. I decided to do something. I helped my mother sit down and took off her shoes. Then I kissed the soles of her stockinged feet and said, "Mom, let me massage you a bit, don't take off your stockings."

"Go ahead, I'll watch TV," she said. I carefully touched her stockinged feet, rubbing the soles. She seemed to react, blushing. I said, "Mom, your feet are the most beautiful feet in the world. They look thin, but the soles are so fleshy, and your toes are so sexy." "Stop being so cheeky, don't disturb my TV." "Okay," she said. I gently massaged her feet, my fingers tracing the stockings under her toes. Actually, her feet had a slight odor, and the soles were a little damp, after walking for a while. But to me, the smell was pleasant. How could I dislike her beautiful stockinged feet with purple nail polish in my hands?

After about half an hour, I said, "I'm tired, Mom, I'm going to watch the computer now. You watch TV." "Oh, you watch," she said, her expression a little strange, as if she thought I was watching porn. I turned on my computer, looked at some music videos, and finally clicked on "The Humiliated Mother at Home," which I had saved to my E drive. I watched for a long time, and my underwear was already bulging. My mother seemed to notice and said, "What are you doing? It's so quiet." "Nothing, just reading a novel."

"What novel?" "I'm afraid you'll scold me, so I won't say." "Tell me." My mother knew I was reading incest, but she deliberately made me say it, so I said, "I'll move it to the bed to read, you can read it too." After saying that, I immediately moved it to the bed and hugged my mother while reading, whispering in her ear, "Look, it's good, a family story." When she saw the scene of the son raping his mother, my mother said, "What the hell is this? I'm not reading anymore."

"I said, let's look at it again. It's just a normal story, something that happens in many families. It's just something other people share." Mom didn't say anything and continued reading. My hand kept touching Mom's ear, and I kept blowing into her ear. I took the opportunity to kiss Mom's ear and then gently licked and kissed it. Mom seemed to be aroused; she closed her eyes and her face was red. I thought I had gone with the flow, but when I touched Mom's breasts, Mom got angry. "What are you doing? No! How could I let you see this kind of thing? Go away, go away!"

I didn't expect this, and suddenly I lost interest. I had to give up. I got off the bed and went back to my original position. After reading it alone, I was very hard, fantasizing that it would be quite exciting to rape Mom once. If it happened many times, she would get used to it. In the following days, I didn't feel like going sightseeing. At night, I would only smell Mom's beautiful feet.

Three days later, we went home. Thinking about how little progress we'd made in the past few days, I was a little frustrated. I went back to my room, closed the door, and decided to devise a new plan: WeChat! I created a new WeChat account and tried to add my mom. That night, she kept rejecting my requests, but I kept adding her. Just when I was about to lose patience, she actually accepted!

I decided to wait a day and act the next night. Half an hour later, I went out of my room and saw my mother asleep on the sofa, her stockinged feet right next to it. I boldly grabbed her feet and smelled them. The smell was so intense it made me hard. My mother woke up and said, "What are you doing now?" trying to pull her feet away, but this time I held on tightly. Right in front of her, I put her stockinged feet to my face and inhaled deeply, saying, "Mom, your feet are so beautiful, I can't resist!" "I've worn these stockings all day, don't you find them smelly?" "No, they smell so good, I love them so much." Then I stuck out my tongue and licked the soles and toes of her feet. "How dare you! Let go!" My mother tried to pull away, but without success.

I ignored her and continued smelling and licking. To be honest, my mother's feet were a little smelly, but the smell was so stimulating that I couldn't resist. "Mom, don't wash your feet anymore, let me wash them for you." I continued to play with Mom's feet. Seeing that there was no way to stop me from doing anything more inappropriate, Mom held back, her face turning red. "Hurry up, I'm going to take a shower." I started gently licking Mom's feet, from the heels and soles to the toes covered by stockings. I took five of Mom's toes into my mouth, and Mom seemed to feel it. "Ah—" she

cried out in pleasure. I became even more excited and, without thinking, took out my penis and masturbated. Mom, who was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, suddenly noticed what I was doing, immediately woke up, broke free from me, and said sternly, "Do you know what you're doing!" Then she went to take a shower. I could only go back to my room and fantasize about Mom wearing stockings and making love to me, on the sofa, in the kitchen, me sucking on Mom's stockinged toes and vigorously fucking her. After masturbating, I lay down and fell asleep.

The next morning, I saw my mother drinking water. Suddenly, I thought that when the time was right, I would buy aphrodisiacs and put them in her water; that would make our lovemaking much more exciting. After my mother went to work, I showered and went out. I visited every adult store, buying a blindfold, a gag, and anal plugs. Then, most importantly, I bought the aphrodisiac. Because I'm a virgin and worried about premature ejaculation that night, I also bought Viagra at the pharmacy.

Then I went home excitedly. That evening, after my mother returned, we had dinner. I lied and said I was going out to see some friends, but actually, I wanted to get a hotel room to spend the night teasing my mother. I watched TV in the hotel until after 8 pm, thinking I had enough time, so I started chatting with my mother. "Auntie, are you there? Is that your profile picture? You're so pretty."

"Yes," my mother replied after a long time.

"How old are you, Auntie? You look so good."

"44. What's so good about that? I look so old." My mother seemed to enjoy being praised. "Really, you're very pretty. Your husband must love you very much."

"I've been divorced for over ten years, and now only my son lives with me. He just went out." "Oh, your son must love you very much, considering how beautiful his mother is."

"He's alright, he likes to have fun."

"Auntie, my son is probably a little younger than me. I'm a sophomore in college this year, and I'm home for summer vacation." "Yes, he's older than you. He just finished his college entrance exams."

"Sigh, Auntie, actually I just wanted to confide in you online. I've been holding it in for so long." "Tell me, let's see if Auntie can give you some advice."

"Please don't scold me or block me, Auntie. I'll just tell you."

"Go ahead."

"Actually, I've been having sex with my mother for over four years. I started having sex with her when I was in my second year of high school. So many years have passed, and now I feel really depressed, even though my mother and I are both very happy." "What! Why would you have this kind of relationship with your mother?"

"My mom is as beautiful as you, but my dad treated her badly. He often beat her. Later, my dad was transferred to work in another province and only came back once every six months. I was the one who stayed home with my mom." "Your dad is terrible, but is that a reason for you and your mom to do this? It's immoral." "My mom is still young, beautiful, and knows how to dress well, but she hasn't divorced me for my sake. It breaks my heart.

One night during winter break, she drank too much and came home to lie on the bed without taking off her clothes. I went to take care of her. That day, my mom was wearing flesh-colored stockings, which were very sexy. I couldn't resist and started smelling and licking her beautiful feet. Maybe because she had been drinking, my mom was very excited and didn't care who I was. She took off my clothes and then stripped herself down to just her underwear and stockings. I was also very excited and kept sucking on my mom's feet. Because she was wearing boots, the smell was very strong, but I didn't mind anything about my mom. I kept licking them, and then we couldn't help but do it." ...

"Later, Mom woke up and regretted it, but the next night I couldn't resist going to her room again. Mom didn't want to, but I was dizzy, so I tied her hands with her stockings and then gagged her with my underwear. I raped Mom. That night, Mom cried a lot, but I kept having sex with her. After the first time, I lay down to rest, and then I played with Mom's beautiful feet. I got hard again and started having sex with her again. The second time, she was very proactive. I took the underwear out of her mouth, and she moaned loudly and kept calling me her son." "

You went too far! How could you do that?!"

"Later, Mom got used to it. Now we have a good relationship. When I'm home, we do it several times a week. Mom is getting younger and younger, and we are very happy. Mom later told me that no one outside knows what happens at home, and having sex with me is very exciting. We've tried more and more things, foot fetish, anal sex, we've done everything. But thinking about it, I still feel sorry for Mom, so I came to you to talk about my feelings."

"I don't really know how to comment, but your mom seems very happy. As long as you're both happy, that's all that matters. Be good to your mom; it's not easy being a woman. By the way, what about your dad?"

"My dad and mom officially separated after my college entrance exams. He settled in another province. So during summer and winter vacations, I made love with my mom every day, anywhere in the house. She would moan very loudly, saying she couldn't live without me." "Then I wish you both well!"

"Auntie, you're divorced too, and still so beautiful. Maybe your son likes you too, and wants to cherish you like your husband did. Has he shown anything?" "A little, but I've kept it to myself. I'm afraid others will find out."

"How would anyone know? If you don't tell anyone, who will know! Auntie, relax a bit. I hope you and your son are happy! My mom should be back from her social engagement soon. I need to take a shower and wait for her. I'm going to talk to you now. It was a pleasure chatting with you. I feel much better after talking about it. Auntie didn't look down on me!" "How could I look down on you? Be careful, you two. Protect your mom. Goodbye." I made up such a long story to win over my mom. It wasn't easy! But I think my mom has accepted the idea of mother and son having sex.

An hour later, I called my mom and told her I was at a friend's house that night and wouldn't be going. Then I went to sleep. The next day at noon, I returned home and found my laptop in my room was still on. I checked my recent browsing history and found that the incest novels and AVs on my desktop had been opened. I was so excited. Thinking about my mom masturbating in my room last night, maybe even wearing stockings, I got incredibly hard.

So at noon, I used the same WeChat message I used last night to tell my mom, "Auntie, Mom drank too much again last night. As soon as she got home, she hugged me and French kissed me. I carried her back to our room and enjoyed the warmth of her stockinged feet. I had a great time last night, and we made love twice. When she orgasmed, she told me to fuck her harder and suck my toes. It was so wonderful!" After a long time, Mom replied, "Wishing you well!" I happily closed WeChat and then blocked Mom, because my goal was achieved.

In the afternoon, when Mom came home from work, I excitedly said, "Mom's home! I'm hungry. Don't change your clothes yet, can you cook first?" "You're hungry so early today, okay?" Mom said happily. I went to the kitchen to help Mom wash the vegetables, and I deliberately kept my face close to her buttocks. Mom didn't seem angry anymore.

After dinner, when Mom went to wash the dishes, I took the opportunity to put an aphrodisiac in her cup and then took a Viagra pill. After Mom finished cleaning the kitchen, I pretended to be helpful and gave her the water with the aphrodisiac in it. Mom drank it without hesitation.

I thought to myself, "I can't believe it! I'll be able to make love with Mom so soon! With Viagra, I can go from 8 pm to midnight with Mom today! I'm so excited!" Then I took Mom's hand and led her to the living room. "Mom, are you tired? Let your son give you a massage. I've realized I can't live without Mom's beautiful feet. What will I do when I go to college?"

"You won't even remember me when you're in college. You'll be chasing after your female classmates, won't you?" "No, Mom is more beautiful than anyone else in my eyes!" I held Mom's feet and looked at her earnestly. "Mmm, good son," Mom said softly, her eyes reddening. I gently stroked and massaged Mom's stockinged feet, then softly said, "Mom, I'm going to kiss your feet."

After saying that, I started sticking out my tongue and licking between Mom's soles and toes, smelling them. Mom's feet were so wonderful, the smell of leather and the fragrance of a mature woman's feet. I became even more frenzied, and Mom breathed softly. Then I suddenly noticed that Mom's white panties were soaked. I thought the drug was taking effect, but I wasn't hard yet, so I licked even more intently. My mother closed her eyes and trembled slightly from time to time. Then I said to her, "Mom, can I bite open the toe of your sock?" She nodded, probably quite aroused.

I bit open the toe of her left sock, and her toes, painted with purple nail polish, popped out, white and tender. I gently took her big toe into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it. Suddenly, she cried out, "Ah—so good!" I started biting her foot, like eating a meat dumpling. I put down her left foot and moved on to her right. I first sniffed it deeply and said, "Mom, it smells just like the stockings you've worn all day, or even days without washing, and I lick them for you every day." "Okay," she said. After that, I felt a reaction below; because I'd taken Viagra, I was erect. I took off my underwear and was startled to find my penis had become large and thick.

Mom's eyes were still closed, so I licked from her feet to her thighs. Her panties were soaking wet, and I started licking the wet areas. "Ah—so good, son, no, no!" Mom trembled. "Don't be afraid, Mom, no one knows, son will be gentle." After licking for a while, I pulled down Mom's panties and started sticking my tongue into her clitoris and vagina. Mom cried out loudly, "So good—so good—son—oh—", Mom must have been in a long time, she didn't expect to orgasm so quickly.

I couldn't take it anymore, my penis turned purple, I picked up Mom's legs and said to her, "Mom, son is going to fuck you, is it exciting?" After saying that, I thrust in, Mom gripped the sofa with both hands, almost tearing the skin off, "Son—oh—no—we—ah—ah—can't do it—so good, son—come on—fuck Mom hard." I pressed Mom's legs towards her head and thrust in and out forcefully.

"Mom, I love you so much. I've wanted to have sex with you since middle school. Stocking Mom, how about wearing stockings and making love with your son every day? How about putting your stockinged feet in my mouth every day? Does it feel good? Mmm!" I thrust hard, and Mom's fair toes peeked out from under the stockings, looking incredibly alluring. I buried my face in Mom's feet and inhaled deeply. "Mom's feet smell so bad, I love it. Mom, change your stockings every three days starting tomorrow. I love Mom's stinky feet!"

"Ahhhhh—oh—okay—ahhh—Mom won't change them every day anymore, you can smell them, you can lick Mom's stinky feet." I was so excited, I took Mom's big toes into my mouth and thrust hard. Mom suddenly yelled, "Harder—oh—son—move faster—Mom's coming—" "Mom, how about letting me lick your feet every day? How about wearing stockings and making love with your son in your room every day?" "Ah—ah—ah—oh—"

Mom climaxed, holding my arms tightly. I took Viagra, but I didn't feel like ejaculating at all. After a while, Mom opened her eyes, and I kissed her ear and said, "Mom, did it feel good? Your son will make you happy and give you orgasms every day." "Ignore me!" Mom looked angry and tried to push me away. I thought she probably had already orgasmed, and the aphrodisiac effect had worn off, which was why she was acting like this. I thought I still needed to fuck her hard to get her used to having sex with me, so I picked Mom up and carried her to the kitchen.

"What are you doing? Put me down!" Mom's legs were swinging. Because the toes of her socks were bitten open, her toes looked particularly sexy and stimulating. I pressed Mom against the cabinet, her buttocks facing me, and then tore her pantyhose down and stuffed them all into her mouth. Mom was moaning and groaning but couldn't speak. I was extremely excited. I spread Mom's buttocks and started licking her anus. Mom screamed particularly loudly. I said, "Mom, you're still screaming. The people downstairs can hear you. They all know I'm fucking Mom. Can't you be quieter?" Mom held back and mumbled softly.

I licked my mother's anus, teasing it with my tongue. She seemed to enjoy it, moaning "Faster!" Even though her mouth was gagged, I could still hear her. So I pressed her down and forcefully thrust my penis inside again. "Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap—" The whole kitchen echoed with the sounds of my thrusting. I said to my mother, "Mom, we're making love in the kitchen, it's so exciting! Aren't I amazing?" "Mmm-mmm-ah-mmm-ah-mmm-mmm—"

After a few minutes of thrusting, I decided not to press her down anymore, because her face was flushed. So I let go of her, then took her hands and made her head rest against the cabinet. I started thrusting forcefully again. After a while, I saw my mother's toes gripping the ground tightly, which looked especially cute. I knew my mother was about to climax, so I sped up, thrusting my hips forcefully. "Mom, you've climaxed, haven't you? Son, it feels so good, so exciting! From now on, when you're cooking, I'll fuck you from behind, Mom! Ah, come on, Mom!" "Ah—"

My mother's cute toes gripped the ground even tighter, and she finally climaxed. Mom collapsed, and I quickly caught her. Then I sat down and pressed my face against her genitals, licking her. She still didn't dare to cry out loud; she was so wet down there. I sucked all the fluid from her genitals, stood up, and carried her to the cupboard. I looked at her; her eyes were already glazed. I said, "Is it comfortable, Mom in stockings? Your son will serve you every day from now on." Mom was breathing heavily; her wavy hair was disheveled, making her look incredibly sexy.

I lifted my mother's left foot, and she braced her hands on the cupboard. I sucked on each of her toes one by one, and she looked at me comfortably. Then I sucked on each of her right toes one by one, and then grabbed both of her feet and gave her a footjob. It was so stimulating. "Mom's feet are so beautiful. I can suck on them every night before I go to sleep, Mom. Oh, it feels so good."

Suddenly, I ejaculated, all over my mother's feet. My mother looked at my white semen without making a sound. I put my mother's white, beautiful feet in the sink and washed them carefully. But I almost thought the effects of Viagra would wear off, because after a few minutes my penis was still hard and purple. I happily carried my mother to her room, then took the stocking out of her mouth and said, "Mom, now you can scream loudly."

"What did we do? I've really done something terrible." "Mom, no one will know. No one knows what I do at home every day. If you're too shy, I'll get you something to wear."

After saying that, I went to the room and got a blindfold and put it on my mother. "What are you doing? I don't want to wear it. Go back to your room. Stop doing this, or Mom will die." "Mom, don't talk nonsense. Isn't this good? You haven't had sex in over ten years. It would be bad if you did it with someone else. What's wrong with your own son? I'm yours anyway. Mom, you can use me however you want."

"..." "Mom, just enjoy yourself. Leave the rest to me." My mother obediently lay down. Looking at my mother with the blindfold on, I was burning with lust. I grabbed my mother's washed feet and bit and licked them. The washed feet had no smell. I only liked the smell of my mother's stinky feet, so I wasn't interested anymore.

So I stuck my tongue into my mother's mouth, pried open her teeth, and kissed her passionately. Then I went down to her chest, took off her shirt, and unhooked her bra. Her two big white breasts popped out. She was getting old; there were some lines on her breasts, but they were still very sexy. I gently bit her nipple, and my mother moaned in pleasure. I held my penis with one hand and started to insert it again. My mother cried out loudly, "Ah—go in a little more." I slowly went in and started thrusting. "Ah-ah-ah-ah-oh, son, my son, ah ah, bite Mom's nipple, harder, dear son, tomorrow Mom will let you smell and lick my stockinged feet." "Okay, Mom, tomorrow I want you to take the initiative and put my stockinged feet in my mouth. I want to hold them in my mouth." As I said this, I grabbed my mother's foot and kissed it hard.

"Ah-ah-so good-so itchy, son, husband, harder," I heard my mother call me son and husband, and I became even more excited. I hugged my mother's legs and thrust hard for more than ten minutes, and my mother finally had an orgasm. That night, I fucked my mother in various positions on her bed for more than two hours. After my mother had several more orgasms, I finally ejaculated.

The next morning, Mom woke up and, looking at what we had done the night before, she burst into tears. "I can't believe I did this with my son! I don't know how I can face anyone now!" I woke her up by her crying and hugged her, saying, "Mom, I'm sorry. I really wanted to make you happy. You're a normal woman, almost menopausal at 45, and haven't had sex in over ten years. I just wanted to be filial to you. Besides, Mom is so beautiful, I don't plan to find a wife. I'll just stay with you, okay, Mom?" I

kissed her after saying that. Seeing my sincerity, Mom wiped away her tears and said, "My dear son, you don't need to be like this. It's enough that you have Mom in your heart. You still need to have children." "I want to have one with you, okay?" Mom laughed. "I can't have any more, you silly boy." "Then we won't have any more. Did you enjoy it last night, Mom?"

"You're driving me crazy, what do you say?" "Mom, from now on we can make love in every corner of the house. Have you thought about it? The lights are on in the living room, Mom is wearing stockings and sitting on me while we make love. I call you Mom, and you call me son, with TV on. Isn't that exciting?" Mom thought for a moment, "It seems a little bit. You're talking nonsense!"

I leaned close to Mom's ear and said, "Mom, I can smell and lick your stinky feet every day. I'm so happy. I love sucking your feet and fucking you." Mom pushed me away, got up from the bed and said, "Stop talking nonsense. I need to wash up and go to work. You stay home." I wasn't about to let Mom leave. "Mom, let's do it quickly!" I said, pinning her against the wall and French kissing her, licking from her ears to her thighs. Then I lifted her right foot and knelt before her, saying, "Mom, let me lick you." Mom giggled. "Go ahead and lick, why are you kneeling?"

"You're my goddess, of course I have to kneel." I said, earnestly licking her right foot. After a night, her feet had a mature woman's scent again, and I was incredibly excited. Mom leaned against the wall, eyes closed, enjoying it. After a while, my little brother became active again. I stood up, lifted Mom's leg, and inserted my penis. Because of last night's lubrication, Mom was still wet, and it went in smoothly. Then I kissed Mom while thrusting. "I'm tired, let's change positions, son," I said, lying down on the floor and letting Mom sit on top of me. "Why are you on the floor when there's a bed?"

"Mom, this is so exciting! Mom's sitting on the floor with her godson!" Mom chuckled lewdly, slowly guiding my penis down to sit. Mom closed her eyes and thrust rapidly. I couldn't take it anymore and told Mom to move faster. Then I grabbed Mom's feet and put them on my face, kissing and licking them. Mom cried out loudly, "Oh- Ah—"

I gently bit Mom's toes and said, "Mom, I'm going to cum. Move faster, Mom. I want to smell your feet every day." After saying that, my penis loosened and I ejaculated inside. Mom hadn't climaxed yet and was a little reproachful. I said embarrassedly, "Mom will make you feel good tonight. You should go to work now. Remember to wear stockings and walk around more!" "You little rascal, you like Mom's stinky feet so much? Then I'll put on my boots and go out. I'll let you smell them to your heart's content." "That's great. I love you, Mom." After taking a shower, Mom put on her boots and went out.

After Mom left, I excitedly sat up. I'm still young, and I didn't feel tired at all. I thought I'd take another Viagra pill tonight so Mom wouldn't be able to live without me. Once she couldn't live without me, our happy life would begin!

At 6:30, I figured Mom would be back soon, so I took a Viagra. I waited anxiously for over 40 minutes until Mom finally opened the door. As soon as she entered, I hugged her tightly to her room—no, to our room. "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't even taken my shoes off yet. I'm so hot from wearing them all day!" "Mom, I can't wait any longer! I want to smell and lick your stockinged feet! I've been waiting all day!"

I put Mom on the bed, then took off one of her boots. Sure enough, the smell was strong, and the soles were wet. "You liked it, didn't you? Let's see if you still like it now!" "I love it, Mom, I love you to death! I want to smell your stinky feet to my heart's content!" After saying that, I took off Mom's other boot and rubbed her wet feet against my face. I absorbed the alluring scent, started kissing, then licking, and finally frantically sucking on Mom's stockinged toes. Mom lay down, eyes closed, trembling as she enjoyed the pleasure I was giving her.

I knelt in front of Mom's legs, letting her right foot stimulate my nipples, while I held Mom's left foot and licked it to my heart's content. I was already incredibly hard. I took off Mom's left pantyhose, then her underwear, and, holding my penis, prepared to enter her. Mom said, "I'm not wet yet, what's the rush?" Helpless, I could only suck on my mother's soft, white left foot again. My mother moaned comfortably, "Suck on Mommy's toes, yes, just like that, oh—it feels so good." I smelled my mother's smelly feet and frantically licked and sucked them. My mother said, "It's wet, you can come now, son." I

couldn't wait to thrust in, pulling my mother's hand and forcefully pumping in and out. There was no mercy because she was my mother, no gentleness because she was 44 years old. My mother screamed excitedly, "So good, son—ah—ah—ah—ah—harder—faster—suck on Mommy's toes and fuck Mommy, hurry up, I want you to smell Mommy's smelly feet." I cooperated, sucking on my mother's big toe and licking the sole of her foot. "Mommy, it smells so good, your feet, I love your smelly feet, isn't your son amazing? Your son fucks you in your room every day, tonight I took Viagra again, we can fuck until very late again, Mommy, isn't it great?"

"Great, so good—ah—good—" "Wow, that's great! You can smell Mommy's stinky feet every day, you can lick them all. Nobody knows what we're doing at home. It's so exciting, my dear son! Ahhh!" Listening to Mommy, I hugged her legs and forcefully sucked on her left toes, thrusting hard. After a few minutes, "Son, faster, faster, it's coming, ahhh—it's coming, Mommy's coming—ahhh—"

Mommy gripped my hand tightly and climaxed. "It feels so good, son. I've endured this for so many years, thank you, son." "Mom, don't say that. I should thank you. You wear sexy stockings every day when we make love, letting me savor your beautiful feet every day." Before I could finish speaking, Mom shoved her right foot, still in stockings, into my mouth. I happily smelled and licked it. "Mom, you're so good! I'm willing to be Mom's foot slave." "What's a foot slave?"

"It means washing Mom's feet with your tongue every day, making sure they're clean! Not even the toes are spared. When we eat, I kneel beside your feet and lick them, waiting for Mom to finish eating before I eat." "That's so exciting, son. Okay, starting tomorrow, you'll be Mom's foot slave. Mom has decided not to wash her feet for three days starting tomorrow, so you can be Mom's foot slave then. For these three days, you serve Mom well and let Mom enjoy herself."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, then carried my mother to the French windows in the living room. I drew back the curtains and had her hold onto the window with her buttocks facing me. I held her buttocks and started thrusting. After half an hour, both of us were exhausted. Finally, my mother's breasts were pressed against the French windows, and I continued thrusting while holding onto the window. "Mom, is this scene exciting? Your son is making love to you." "

It's so exciting! Ah—ah—ah—ah—ah!" After this scene, we did it several more times on the sofa. When my mother climaxed, she shouted, "Son, my dear son, I can't live without you anymore. Fuck me to death!"

That night, we slept on the sofa. My mother's stockinged right foot almost never left my mouth. The next day, my mother still wore boots to work. You can imagine how fragrant her stockinged feet must have been on such a hot day. I fantasized all day at home, ready to be my mother's foot slave today.

At 6:40 pm, my mother opened the door. I woke up at the sound and saw my mother taking off her boots. I immediately went over, hugged her, and kissed her, my hands roaming between her breasts and genitals. "What are you doing? Let me in first." "No, you promised your son would be your foot slave, that your son would serve you."

"You actually took it seriously? Stop fooling around, how could your mother bear to let you be her slave?" I ignored my mother's words, picked her up, and laid her down on the ground. Then, I used my teeth to unzip her left boot, holding her leg with one hand and taking off the boot with the other. Her wet, stockinged feet were quickly exposed. I said, "Mom's feet smell so bad. Thank you, Mom. Let your son serve you comfortably." As I said this, I held my mother's feet to my face. The smell was so stimulating that I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick from the soles of her feet to her toes. My mother softly moaned, "Oh- "So comfortable, son—suck Mom's feet!"

I ignored my mother's words and instead took off her right boot as well. I held her feet in my hands, savoring the delicious treat she was giving me. "Mom, just thinking about smelling your stinky feet every day, sucking your toes, and then licking your sexy stockinged feet while I'm fucking you makes me so excited, Mom."

I put my mother's stockinged toes in my mouth and sucked them intently. Her stockings quickly became wet. I got hard too. I couldn't wait to strip my mother naked. She was only wearing pantyhose and underwear. I pinned her to the ground and kissed her for a few minutes. I said to her, "Mom, you know what? I've been in love with you for a long time. Every time I see your sexy stockinged feet, I want to pin you down and smell and lick them. Did you notice that I used to masturbate with your stockings a lot in middle school?"

"Mom never thought you liked my feet. If I had known, I wouldn't have gone through so many years without sex. Even just you stimulating my feet every day would have been fine. Now I can let you smell and lick them every day, for as long as you want."

"Mom, I love you." "Son, Mom loves you too. I'm not lying to you. You've made me feel happy again. It feels so good." "Mom, no one will know what we're doing when the door is closed, right? I can do it anywhere in the house, right?"

"Yes, son, you can lick Mom's feet on the balcony, in the bathroom, in the living room, at the dining table, in the kitchen, and even in the bedroom. You can suck Mom's toes and fuck me." After this teasing, Mom and I couldn't take it anymore. I carried Mom to the living room sofa, knelt in front of her feet, and frantically smelled her stockinged feet, frantically licking and sucking her toes. Since there were no outsiders, Mom said loudly, "Son... oh... so good... take off Mom's stockings, lick Mom's toes, suck Mom's feet." I took off Mom's pantyhose, the dark toes stimulating me, and I put them in my mouth, then sucked on Mom's two big toes.

After playing with Mom's feet enough, I let Mom sit on me, and I turned on the air conditioner and took off all of Mom's clothes. Mom was moving up and down frantically while moaning, and I gently bit Mom's nipples. Before long, Mom hugged me tightly and climaxed.

My mother collapsed on top of me, and I picked her up, continuing to do it as we walked. When we reached her room, I made her kneel with her back to me. I spread her buttocks and licked her anus. My mother said, "It's dirty, don't lick it." "Mommy smells good everywhere, I want to eat Mommy's shit!"

After saying that, I suddenly thrust into my mother's vagina. I was stimulating her anus while I was having sex with her. My mother cried out in pleasure, "Son...you're so good...husband...fuck me harder!" Stimulated by my mother, I ejaculated inside her again. That night, in my mother's room, we made love non-stop until we were exhausted.

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