Married a beautiful mother

I sat in front of the camera, rubbing my penis, my eyes fixed on the lens, afraid of missing a single exciting moment. Dad took off his clothes and pounced on her. I saw him grasp Mom's breasts, his lower body throbbing incessantly. After about ten minutes, Dad lay motionless on top of Mom. I guessed he must have ejaculated! I

was terrified, yet filled with immense anticipation. Mom finally drank the water laced with sleeping pills. Less than twenty minutes later, she went back to her room and fell asleep. Through the camera, I watched her sleep fully clothed. After fifteen minutes, when her breathing had stabilized, I went up and shook her a few times to make sure she was truly asleep. I began to caress her body, feeling both excited and a little scared.

Looking at those full breasts under her white short-sleeved shirt—breasts I had fantasized about countless times—I could finally caress them with my own hands! My hands trembled slightly as I unbuttoned Mom's white short-sleeved shirt, one button at a time.

After unbuttoning her shirt, I reached behind my mother, lifted her upper body, and unhooked her white lace bra, flipping the cups up to reveal her full breasts.

My hands kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples and sucking on the other. Playing with her breasts made my penis involuntarily hard. Without hesitation, I lifted her light blue skirt to her waist.

Seeing her like this, I couldn't resist any longer and thrust my penis into her beautiful vagina. At that moment, the sensation of penetration didn't matter; what mattered was that I was inside my own mother's wanton, beautiful vagina—a place I had filled with endless fantasies, and now it was truly inside me! I felt my penis enveloped in her slippery vagina, and with each vigorous thrusting motion, my mother seemed to respond.

She moaned softly, her hands involuntarily gripping the cushions on the sofa. Perhaps it was due to my lack of experience, or perhaps it was the sheer excitement of having sex with my own lustful mother, but I only lasted less than 10 minutes before ejaculating deep into her vagina.

However, I didn't pull out; I left it inside, holding her slender waist and letting her lie flat on the sofa with her head resting on the armrest. I lay on top of her, one hand playing with her nipple, the other in my mouth, slowly savoring it.

Soon, my penis hardened again inside her lustful vagina. I grabbed her legs, still clad in black stockings with the crotch ripped open, and hoisted them onto my shoulders, pushing my penis as far as I could into her vagina. Having just ejaculated, this time the fucking lasted much longer. I just mechanically thrust in and out. After about half an hour, I felt my penis starting to feel like giving up.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind: why not ejaculate on my mother's face like the male protagonist in porn movies does? Having made up my mind, I increased the frequency and force of my thrusting.

A moment later, I felt a release at the tip of my penis, and I quickly pulled it out and brought it to my mother's face. My semen sprayed all over her face, large, sticky drops dripping down her face and onto the collar of her white short-sleeved blouse.

After admiring my "masterpiece" for a while, I took some tissues and wiped the semen off my mother's face and her chestnut-red hair. I helped her put on her white lace bra and blouse, and put her light blue skirt down before going back to my room.

Before going back, I squeezed my mother's breast one last time, thinking: Mom, I will possess your slutty, beautiful cunt forever! Although I tasted my mother's private parts, I was disappointed that I couldn't hear her moans echoing in my ears. I longed to hear her moans...

The next night, I used the same method, drugging my mother and raping her again. This time, I didn't leave. I stripped my mother naked and laid her down beside me. The next morning, my mother, who had just woken up, was forcibly raped twice more. That day, I didn't let her go. I fucked her eleven times in one go, and my mother orgasmed more than twenty times. When I looked at my mother's labia, they were already red and swollen.

My mother closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying everything before her. My mother must have also come to like this feeling of being lost in passion. I often couldn't resist embracing my mother and kissing her. My mother's lips were tightly closed, and she half-heartedly whispered, "Son, don't do this. Your father is home. If he sees us, we're finished..."

I said, "Mom, what are you worried about? We'll do it quietly..." While kissing my mother's lips, I stroked her thighs with my hands. My mother was wearing a skirt, and it was easy to touch her private parts. "

Son, this isn't allowed, it's broad daylight." Mom struggled to break free from my embrace, glancing towards the door as if afraid Dad would suddenly burst into my bedroom.

"Mom, my little darling, don't be afraid, come here..."

"No, son, this is too outrageous!"

"Mom..." I reached out and pulled her into my arms again.

"Son, really no, really no, please forgive me!"

"But, Mom, I'm hard..."

"No won't do either, just bear with it. It's broad daylight, even if your dad wasn't home, I couldn't agree. I've never done that kind of thing in broad daylight before, I'm so ashamed..."

"Mom, everything is about trying... No matter what, I have to do it with you today, or I'll tell Dad about what's been going on between us..."

"No, son!" Mom's brow furrowed.

"Mom, don't worry, I just want to be intimate with you for a while. I miss your scent."

I kissed my mother's lips again. At first, she clenched her teeth, but after a while, she opened them and passionately stuck out her little tongue. I sucked on my mother's saliva in large gulps. My right hand wandered to my mother's private parts and pinched her clitoris twice. My mother immediately squeezed her legs together and pulled back. I picked her up and placed her on the edge of the bed, lifting her skirt. My mother probably realized that I was going to penetrate her and hurriedly pushed me away.

"Son, Mom is about to have her period. Let me put a condom on you. If something happens, Mom won't be able to live." My mother took the initiative to put a condom on my penis. I pulled down her panties and thrust in. To avoid making too much noise, I rubbed against my mother's clitoris and thrust in and out gently.

After a few dozen thrusts, my mother's vagina gushed with lustful fluids. Her eyes were tightly closed, her teeth biting her lower lip. Seeing her so shy and adorable, I couldn't resist thrusting a few more times. My mother, overwhelmed with pleasure, let out a soft moan and opened her eyes to look at me with an expectant look, anticipating my advances. Encouraged, I began to thrust rapidly.

My mother gently tossed her head, showing her excitement. After about twenty minutes, I ejaculated, spraying my semen into her uterus. My mother shuddered comfortably, pulled out my penis, and wiped herself with toilet paper. She also rubbed herself a couple of times.

"Mom, your vagina is so warm and wet!"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm your mother, no..." For years, my mother had given the same answer to this question.

That's how people are; the more difficult something is to obtain, the more precious it seems, and the stronger the urge to conquer it becomes. That's how I felt about my mother. To possess someone isn't just about physical intercourse; the union of spirit and flesh is the ultimate goal.

My mother and I haven't reached that level yet. After all, our love has only just begun. Before we started dating, my mother seemed like a virtuous wife. She was always very careful about what happened between us. I knew that this was related to a woman's reputation for life. I had taken her by improper means. Now that she is dating me, what a huge change this is. I guess my mother must have fallen in love with this infatuated feeling.

Otherwise, why would she have willingly climbed into my bed that night? Given our relationship, for my mother to willingly come to my bed, to willingly undress herself, and to "baptize" me—I think this is a scene every man longs for.

That day, my mother was incredibly passionate, like a wanton woman, actively sucking my penis, offering her breasts to my mouth. All of this indicated that my mother was filled with lust that day. In just fifteen minutes, my mother's semen had begun to flow, the tingling sensation on my glans intoxicating me.

My mother's passionate moans pierced my sexual nerves. In the face of such a young man, I believe few could control their emotions. I used all my strength, thrusting vigorously. My mother breathed heavily, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her buttocks thrusting upwards forcefully. The sounds of thrusting echoed in the room.

Especially at times like this, it's crucial to maintain the mood. To keep a woman passionate forever, there are only two things: first, mood; second, intense pleasure and orgasm. Since Dad wasn't home today, I decided to have some fun. Responding to Mom's enthusiasm, I didn't rush to undress her. Right now, I think women are more arousing when they're clothed. It was wonderful.

Even though we'd been having an affair for months, I'd never really appreciated Mom's vagina before. Today, Mom was unusually aroused, so I took advantage of the moment. Her

dark pubic hair grew neatly above her vulva, and the alluring pink opening was increasingly tempting. I could smell the fragrance of her vaginal secretions. I didn't immediately penetrate her; I just gazed at it quietly for a while, controlling my burning desire.

I gently kissed Mom, flirting with her. She responded by occasionally sticking out her tongue to entwine with mine. Today, Mom seemed very impatient, reaching out a hand to pinch my penis through my pants, her moans truly captivating.

"Child, why aren't you in a hurry to touch my vagina today?" Mom asked eagerly.

"Hehe, Mom, you look so beautiful today. I want to devour you piece by piece."

"Hurry up, or I won't play with you anymore." I know my mother's personality; she means what she says.

"Heh, you little vixen." I took off my clothes, and my mother stroked my erect penis, praising, "What a wonderful treasure..."

I gently rubbed my penis against my mother's entrance, then suddenly my buttocks sank, and I thrust it all the way in. My mother let out a long sigh, closing her eyes and waiting for the storm to come. My mother's vagina was warm and cozy, enveloping my penis in an extremely comfortable way. I grabbed my mother's breasts and gently thrust my lower body. My mother swayed her body in response. After more than a hundred thrusts, I couldn't resist and started moving hard.

My mother smiled seductively, and I was so aroused by this eroticism that my soul flew away. I hugged my mother and fucked her from the bed to the floor, from the floor to the living room, and finally back to the bed. My mother felt so comfortable that she lost control of her bladder, her legs trembled wildly, and she fainted.

I didn't let her go, continuing my slow thrusts, looking down at my mother's vagina, where large amounts of white fluid gushed out. I thrust a few times harder, cursing her under my breath as a slut, and continued thrusting. After about five minutes, my mother woke up.

"Son, you're killing me, Mom feels so good."

"Mom, if it feels good, I'll keep going..."

As I thrust in and out, my mother vigorously moved her hips, responding to my thrusts. My mother couldn't help but moan, "Ah... I'm going to die... good son... Mom... is being... killed by you... ah..."

About thirty minutes later, I felt a strong tingling sensation in my glans, and I knew I was about to ejaculate. I pressed my penis firmly against my mother's opening and rubbed it, then suddenly ejaculated like a pillar. My mother let out a soft "ah," and her clitoris twitched. The warm vaginal fluid felt incredibly good on my glans... After the storm, we were both exhausted. I didn't pull out my penis from my mother's vagina, and we sweetly embraced and fell asleep.

I've lost count of how many times I've asked my mom out. This day, her outfit was stunning. A miniskirt and long boots—my god! I was completely captivated by her look. This sudden change made me realize she was experiencing a resurgence of romantic feelings.

In just over a year, my mom, after falling in love, was a completely different person. She started paying attention to her appearance, which was strange. It was quite a story—a woman changing because of her son's tumultuous love. My mom became sexy, though only during our dates. To everyone else, she remained the virtuous and gentle mother.

This sexy mom was even more feminine and alluring. To commemorate our third anniversary, we booked a room at the Kempinski Hotel. Knowing I liked her in boots, she specially bought a new pair from Daphne, pairing them with light black stockings and a pencil skirt—she was incredibly sexy. This was the first time she had ever shown such sexiness.

In these three years of dating, my mom looked younger and more vibrant. I love her like this. As soon as I entered the room, my mother's warm breath searched my face, and finally, her moist lips touched mine. Like a drowning person grasping at a straw, she sucked on my lips forcefully, her long, moist tongue, carrying a hint of mint, entwining with mine with practiced ease.

As our tongues explored each other passionately, my hand slipped under her pajamas, caressing her smooth buttocks. Even through her underwear, I could feel the firmness and softness of her flesh. My mother's hand then grasped my erection, gently rubbing it. As my hand explored along her buttocks, I discovered her crotch was already soaked.

I lifted my mother and laid her flat on the bed. The moonlight outside was bright; I went to turn off the light. Returning, I quickly took off my clothes and lay down beside her, only to find that she had also taken off her pajamas sometime earlier. Although the room was dark, the bright moonlight shone in, and I could vaguely see my mother's firm breasts. Her body was snow-white, and her perfect breasts were slightly upturned. After I rubbed them a few times, her nipples grew as large as grapes.

My mother, breathing heavily, pushed me down onto the bed, rolled over, and straddled my stomach. She bent over, held my head, and pressed it against her breast, putting her nipple into my mouth like she was nursing a baby. I sucked and licked her now-hard nipple, and her little bottom wiggled against my belly as I licked it.

When I had licked both nipples, my mother's tongue went into my mouth, like a greedy child, greedily licking every part of my mouth, even spilling sweet saliva into my mouth. Having finally broken free from her mother's tongue, she hummed softly, "I want it!" She rubbed her firm breasts against my chest, her hands grasping my erect penis and rubbing it back and forth. I guided my already hard penis with my hand, parted her labia, and thrust inside.

"Ah...so big..." my mother moaned involuntarily. The moment my penis entered her narrow passage, I felt the softness and tightness of her vaginal canal, and my mother's buttocks and thighs tensed.

My penis moved in and out of the tight opening several times, and with a final push, the head of my penis finally touched her clitoris. My mother's body trembled, "Ah..." her voice hoarse with excessive excitement.

Each friction inside her vagina produced a "plop, plop" sound, and I heard her breathing quicken, knowing she was experiencing pleasure. Indeed, Mom's movements quickened and widened, each time completely engulfing my penis in her tight little hole. A large amount of her juices flowed down my shaft onto my scrotum and thighs.

"Mmm...so good..." Mom moaned excitedly, pressing down on my lips with her kisses.

"Ah...good...I want it..." Mom said, arching her back and convulsing. At the same time, the tight hole gripping my penis contracted violently, writhing as if trying to suck it deeper.

I pressed my advantage, taking advantage of my mother's high spirits, and began my formal assault for the night. I lifted her two pink legs and began thrusting down on her, about two hundred times in a flash. My mother gripped my arms with both hands, moaning and groaning incessantly, her calves trembling. With each frenzied thrust, my mother's eyes were filled with lust, and

she began to moan. Suddenly, my rapidly thrusting penis stopped. My mother opened her eyes, "What happened???" Her surprised expression showed extreme displeasure. Just a few days after our blissful spree, it happened to be Mother's Day, so I secretly booked a room at the Kempinski Hotel. I arrived at the hotel room early, changed my clothes, and quietly waited for my mother's arrival.

The moment the doorbell rang, my lust seemed to undergo a chemical reaction. With a "Happy Mother's Day, Mom!" I couldn't wait to pick her up, take her to the bedroom, place her on the bed, take off her panties, and spread her two slender legs. Under my gaze, my mother's pretty face was flushed, and nectar slowly flowed from her tender little opening.

"Ah...son, you...you shouldn't look, it's so embarrassing..." Mom tried to close her legs, but with my support, they spread even wider. Looking at Mom's girlish vulva, the beautiful sight intoxicated me. As my head approached her pubic hair and mons pubis, I smelled an alluring scent.

"Son, don't smell it, I haven't showered today, it's...it's dirty there," Mom moaned.

The lewd scent excited me even more. I brought my mouth close to her clitoris, stuck out my tongue, and gently licked her swollen clitoris before taking her two red labia into my mouth. Mom's buttocks throbbed, her breathing became rapid, and she unconsciously made "ah...ah..." sounds. My tongue lightly licked the entrance of her vagina, gradually advancing deeper inside.

The deeper I went, the hotter, smoother, and wetter Mom's vagina became, and fresh nectar overflowed from it, flowing into my mouth. Perhaps because she hadn't showered all day, my mother's genitals smelled particularly strong. I slowly savored her genitals, my tongue gently swirling inside her vagina.

"Ah...so good...don't...don't lick anymore..." Another gush of thick vaginal fluid entered my mouth.

"Am I doing a good job?" I looked up and asked.

"Yes...it's wonderful...I've never felt so good before..." my mother replied.

"Did Dad lick you here?" I asked. My mother's face turned even redder, perhaps my question made her shy and excited. Her vaginal opening opened and closed repeatedly, another gush of thick vaginal fluid flowing from her small opening towards her pink anus.

"He...he licked..." my mother whispered in reply.

Gazing at my mother's full, mature buttocks, her anus was small and looked tender, pink in color, and the pink anus was also opening and closing with her vaginal opening. I gently pulled open the anus, which resembled a wild chrysanthemum, revealing the mucous membrane inside. As my nose drew near, I smelled a faint scent of sweat. The mucous membrane glistened because it was covered in my mother's own vaginal fluid. When my tongue touched the inner membrane, my mother's whole body began to tremble violently, reaching her first orgasm.

"Quickly...put it in..." my mother whispered, her beautiful little hole and anus displaying a wanton appearance due to the excessive fluid.

I guided my thick penis into her tender, red vulva, thrusting in and out repeatedly. My mother's snow-white legs wrapped around my waist, her round, jade-like buttocks swaying from side to side. With each insertion, her swollen, plump labia constantly stimulated the base of my penis. Each withdrawal brought out a little vaginal fluid. I felt my penis enveloped by warm, moist flesh, the contracting, juicy walls giving me boundless pleasure.

I suckled on my mother's breast a few more times, then looked up and asked, "Mom, is my penis bigger, or Dad's?"

My mother blushed, and shyly punched me in the chest with her small fist, saying, "You're going to die, asking such an embarrassing question!"

Seeing my mother's shy appearance, my penis grew even harder. "You won't tell me, will you?" I said, pulling my penis out and then thrusting it in hard, each time like shooting a goal, hitting the very core of my mother's vagina, making my daughter-in-law tremble and unable to speak, only able to moan incoherently, "Ah...ah..." After a few thrusts, I stopped, smiling as I looked at her.

My mother's cheeks flushed with desire, and she said with satisfied eyes, "Ah...you...you're so naughty, you're making me unable to move."

I laughed and said, "Who told you not to say anything? If you hadn't said anything, I would have done it a few more times." As I said this, I pretended to insert it, but my mother hurriedly begged for mercy, saying, "No...no...I'll say it, okay? You...your...your is bigger." As she spoke, she covered her flushed face with her hands, and a little bit of juice flowed out of her little hole.

I started to gently thrust in and out again, and I did it forty or fifty times in a row. My mother was now covered in fine sweat, her cheeks were flushed, one of her legs was on my shoulder, and the other snow-white thigh was now raised high, wrapped around my waist, and swayed back and forth with my thrusts.

"Ah...ouch...um..." I paused for a while and then started to thrust in and out with big, heavy thrusts, each time pulling my penis to the entrance of her vagina before inserting it in, my scrotum hitting my mother's plump buttocks with a "slap slap" sound.

My mother could no longer contain her excitement. Waves of intense pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her to moan incessantly, her voice growing louder and her breathing heavier, occasionally letting out uncontrollable cries.

"Ah... um... yes... right there..." Each moan was accompanied by a long exhale, her face contorting as if in pain, yet also in pleasure.

I could feel my mother's vagina contracting in waves; with each deep thrust, it felt as if a small mouth was trying to engulf my glans. Streams of vaginal fluid flowed down her buttocks and onto the bed with each withdrawal, soaking a large area. My mother's full breasts rippled like waves on her chest.

The next morning, my mother woke up to my caresses and couldn't help but snuggle into my arms again. My hand gently touched my mother's large buttocks, still smooth. When my fingers slipped into the cleft, I found it was still a wet patch. I held my fingers up to her face, and her pretty face flushed again. She said coquettishly, "It's all your fault! You're so naughty, you've got me all covered in this. You have to clean me up."

I picked up my mother and carried her into the bath... I lay in the bath, enjoying the comfort of the warm water. My mother stood up and looked down. Just as I was wondering what she was going to do, a stream of water suddenly gushed from between her legs, hitting my chest and lower abdomen. It was warm, and it washed away the foam on my body. She had urinated on me.

As she urinated, my mother moved her body, deliberately letting the urine fall on my erect penis, then moving it back and forth across my abdomen and chest until the force of the urine weakened. Then she squatted down, straddled my face, and pressed her wet vulva against my lips.

I couldn't help but open my mouth and stick out my tongue to lick the urine-smelling droplets. I couldn't resist putting the urine I licked into my mouth and swallowing it. My mother's breathing gradually quickened, and her big buttocks writhed against my face. I also felt the urine smell between my mother's legs gradually disappear, replaced by the faint sour smell unique to honey. I couldn't resist pressing her down again, sending the hardest part of my body into the softest part of her body.

Because we had spent the whole night in passion, we arranged to spend the next day swimming in the hotel pool and enjoy a free and easy swim. This was the result of a lot of effort to persuade my mother. At first, she absolutely refused, saying that it was really embarrassing to be dressed like that in broad daylight.

After a lot of fuss, my mother reluctantly agreed, but she absolutely refused to wear a bikini. I had no choice but to change her into a one-piece swimsuit. It was the first time I had seen her in a swimsuit, and she looked absolutely stunning!

After a good rest in the afternoon, I was full of energy. In the evening, I indulged myself at a bar. My mother looked a bit like a woman of the night. After a few days of getting used to the place, my mother was obviously no longer worried about meeting any acquaintances in this unfamiliar city. With her worries gone, my mother had the air of a woman of the night.

Before it got dark, we were chatting at the bar table in front of the bar. My mother, dressed in a red sleeveless dress, looked incredibly alluring. Looking at my mother's captivating beauty, a scene from a few days ago suddenly flashed through my mind…

A few nights ago, after my parents finished showering and went into the bedroom, even though there was a door between us, I could still hear them kissing. Soon after, I heard my mother moaning, "Mmm…mmm…ah…ah…" and the wet, rubbing sounds of a couple making love, a constant "quack…" sound.

A little while later, I heard my father whisper, "Can't take it anymore, huh? You slut, I'll fuck you…I'll fuck you to death…"

My mother's moans had turned into short, soft cries of "Ah…ah ah ah…ouch…ah…".

Soon, they both cried out "Ah…ah…" a few times and then fell silent.

A little while later, I heard Dad whisper to Mom, "Why does your pussy seem bigger than before?"

Mom whispered back, "How should I know? It's because your dick has shrunk!"

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Only Mom and I knew the answer: my big dick had made Mom's pussy looser. Sometimes I wonder what made Mom so willing to succumb to this. Was it passion or my penis giving her the pleasure she dreamed of? Whatever the reason, Mom is now my secret lover...

How long can this relationship last? Nobody knows...

On the third day of our trip to Changsong Ridge, Mom and I were exhausted. Sigh, even playing is tiring... Is it because we've had too much sex that we're so weak? I wondered to myself. So, after a few days without intimacy, my mother and I

spent three days at Changsongling before heading towards the Jiangsu and Zhejiang region. Since we had to change trains, we took advantage of the break to take a taxi to Qianmen Square. Tiananmen Square is said to be crowded at any time, even on rainy days, with couples strolling there under umbrellas.

After a bumpy train journey of over ten hours, my mother and I finally arrived at our destination—West Lake in Zhejiang. Exhausted from the long journey, we had no interest in appreciating the scenery of West Lake; all we wanted was a good night's sleep.

When we woke up, it was already past ten o'clock at night. We ate something at the restaurant, then went back to our room to shower and watch TV. A modern drama called "Talented Woman, Handsome Man" was on, and Yu Na in it was incredibly beautiful. I wished she were my girlfriend…

I watched the show with my mother, and I noticed that after all these years of sex, she had become even more voluptuous. My hand slipped between my mother's legs, inside her pantyhose, and touched her soft, moist vulva. My fingers caressed her tender flesh, and her body went limp, her tongue moving in and out of my mouth.

"Look, it's so hard," I said, pulling her hand down to my genitals.

My mother's small hand stroked my thick, hard penis, then she suddenly bent down and took it into her mouth, rubbing it back and forth between her lips, her tongue licking the glans. Having not ejaculated for days, my penis was painfully swollen, and the attack from my mother's mouth made it even thicker and harder.

"Ah...no...stop licking...I'm about to cum..." The intense stimulation made me moan involuntarily, pleasure coursing through my body, the tightness of her mouth making me want to ejaculate.

Reluctantly, my mother released my penis, the saliva on her tongue mixing with the saliva on my penis, forming a long, sticky stream. I had Mom hold onto the dining table with both hands, her round, pert buttocks sticking up high. I stood behind her and lifted her skirt.

The stockings she was wearing had lace trim at the hem, which looked incredibly sexy against her fair skin. She wore white silk panties, with a few long pubic hairs peeking out from the sides. The center of her panties was already wet.

I pulled down her panties, fondled her round, white buttocks for a while, then, with one hand on my thick penis, I aimed it at her already parted vulva and thrust it inside. "Ah…" Mom let out a soft moan.

I didn't say anything and began to thrust repeatedly. Gradually, the sounds of "splashing, splashing" and my body hitting her buttocks echoed from her lower body.

My mother's breathing grew heavier, her lips slightly parted. I felt her vaginal opening contract tightly a few times, pressing against my penis. I quickly thrust a few more times, shuddered, and lay still on my mother's back.

After a while, with a "plop!" I pulled out my wet penis, and a stream of milky white semen flowed from between my mother's slightly swollen labia, trickling down her fair thighs and wetting her white stockings.

It took Mom a while to recover from her climax. She wiped the semen from her lower body and legs, straightened her clothes, and said coquettishly, "You little pervert, instead of watching TV properly, all you think about is how to torment me."

"Mom, haven't I been with you for a few days? My little brother has been so hard these past few days, I just want to fuck you whenever I see you. I can't help it, Mom is so tempting!"

As soon as we returned to our hometown, Mom immediately reverted to her former virtuous and loving motherly self. Thinking about this change, I felt truly gratified for Mom's sacrifices for me. Mom's love is the greatest and most all-encompassing love. The day before the wedding, Mom changed back to her former demure attire and asked me to go for a walk in the park. Our five-year relationship had come to an end, and I was now her lover behind the scenes.

That night, Mom took the initiative and danced passionately. When everything quieted down, I noticed that Mom's face was full of tears. I knew she was heartbroken and reluctant to let go of our five-year relationship.

For over seven months after our marriage, my mother and I hadn't met in secret. Every time I saw her, I felt an urge to be intimate with her, but she would always push me away, saying, "Son, you're married now, you can't do this anymore." She gave me the same answer countless times.

On Mother's Day in 2008, when she refused me again for the same reason, I pounced on her, tore her clothes, and kissed her passionately. I held her tightly, giving her no chance to breathe. Her passion was reignited, and one of her small hands slipped into my pants, gripping my penis tightly.

As dawn broke, the morning light streamed through the window. Holding my mother on the bed, I thrust in and out repeatedly. She reached orgasm three times, leaving her drenched in sweat and breathless. When everything calmed down…

my mother said to me, "You're so filial!"… This was undoubtedly the most beautiful and best praise I could receive.

"Son, now that you're married, I wanted to end our past affair, but I can't let go. I've been struggling internally lately, my thoughts are racing. I've already betrayed my husband..." "

Mom, don't say anymore. I want you. Our love is pure and beautiful. I love you, and I want you to experience the most direct love, both mentally and physically. I've always been fascinated by everything about you. Even now that I'm married, I still long for our love to grow stronger with time..."

Tears welled in my mother's eyes, soaking the pillowcase. I picked her up, kissed away her tears, and led her to the bathroom. After a lovely swim, my mother called out, "Son, my little husband..." This affectionate address filled me with immense excitement. I picked her up again, and this time...

my mother cried again. "Son, there's something I've never told you, but now I want you to know."

"What is it, Mom? Tell me..."

"Son, actually, I was pregnant with your child..." My mother's tears flowed again. "But I..."

"Mom, I understand everything, you don't need to say anything." I hugged my mother tightly, my hand caressing her lower abdomen, and kissed her passionately...

The pent-up sexual desire erupted. Mom cooperated perfectly, twisting her hips and moaning. My eyes were only focused on bringing her pleasure. Before I knew it, Mom had ejaculated three times. After I thrust wildly hundreds more times, Mom became so excited that she lost control of her bladder, her legs trembled, and she fainted…

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I secretly took some tools and shaved off all of Mom's pubic hair. I just wanted to give her vagina a new look. After I finished, looking at Mom's smooth genitals, I couldn't help but lick them for a while. When Mom woke up and discovered what had happened, she kept saying how ugly it looked.

"Mom, you look so beautiful like this, so sexy. Anyway, it will grow back, don't be nervous. I just want to know what Mom's vagina looks like without hair."

"What does it look like? Are you satisfied now?…" Mom said, closing her legs to prevent me from seeing.

"Mom, don't do this! It looks really good, really, I love it!"

"Hmm, if you like it, that's good. Hehe, you little pervert, Mom will die in your hands sooner or later..."

Laughing, I spread her legs again, grabbed my penis, and started making love with Mom again, making her feel incredibly aroused, sweating profusely. Mom's dry tinder was finally ignited today...

I smiled with satisfaction, raised her legs high to my shoulders, and thrust in and out hundreds of times, sending her to the most intense climax once again.

"Oh oh oh oh... good son... ah ah... coming, fuck... fucked out... my dear son... Mom is fucked to death by you... ah... ah ah..."

Amidst the high-pitched cries and heavy breathing, I shot all my hot semen into Mom's uterus. Mother and son trembled naked on the bed, experiencing the ultimate pleasure that was both heaven and hell...

I knew that from this day forward, my life was about to change.

From that day on, we stopped using contraception and increased our passionate sex. My sole purpose in making love was to deposit every last drop of my semen into my mother's womb. For my mother, who was already considered an older mother, another pregnancy was not only a physical challenge but also a psychological one.

At eighteen, I was going to be a father, a mother, and also my mother.

Three years have passed.

My mother, holding our two-year-old daughter, looked at everything before her, then at the tiny life in her arms, quietly recalling the hardships of her forty-plus years.

I, who had always been so proud, finally believed that boundless love could replace everything worldly, not just between mother and child, but also between lovers—melting away each other's loneliness and solitude with passion. With a mother's love, even being scorned by a thousand people is better than living a hundred—a thousand—lifetimes!

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