Mother's beautiful body

My room was the largest of the several rooms on the second floor, and it faced southeast, so it had the best natural light. For a first-year high school student to have such a room
seemed and it also showed how much my parents doted on me.
The New Year had just passed, and the streets still retained the festive atmosphere. My father had returned from Europe during his holiday. A few days after returning to his work in Europe, my body, stimulated by my husband's caresses during the
holiday , began to feel intensely aroused again.
Perhaps influenced by the approaching menstrual period, when my mother woke up from a sexual dream, she felt a wetness between her legs and secretly touched it with her finger.
Sure enough, the panties she had just changed into while showering were soaked, the bottom edge sunken into her labia. My mother immediately took off her panties, holding them along with a new pair
, and went into the bathroom. At that moment, she seemed to hear a moan.
"What's going on?" my mother muttered to herself. It seemed to be coming from my room; my mother was sure she hadn't misheard. My mother hurriedly pushed open my door,
forgetting to knock. Standing in front of the floor lamp was me. And I was completely naked, holding a pornographic book in my left hand and an erect penis in my right.
Even a woman could tell what I was doing at a glance. The door suddenly opened, and I couldn't hide my actions, so I just stood there, frozen.
My mother was the same; the unexpected situation left her at a loss. She didn't even notice that her panties had fallen to the floor, and she forgot that
she wasn't wearing anything but her pajamas. I could clearly see the curves of her body beneath her pajamas.
Why didn't you knock! My angry voice was filled with resentment at being seen in such a shameful situation.
"I'm sorry."
Although I was stubborn, I rarely got angry, and when I yelled like this, my mother was frightened. She didn't know how to face the situation, panicked, and felt it was all
her fault.
I walked towards my mother with an unprecedentedly terrifying expression. My mother felt pressure from my erection. My tall,
slender , perhaps not yet fully developed muscles, gave her a somewhat androgynous appearance, but only my erect penis, its length and hardness, was no less than a husband's.
Of particular note is his erection; fully exposed from behind, the glans wasn't pointing forward, but towards the ceiling. His scrotum, though tight, seemed appropriate for his
age , but his penis appeared exceptionally large in his mother's eyes. Indeed, it was very large. Even if she looked away, I was already right in front of her; she couldn't help but see me.
"I'm sorry," my mother repeated, like a child caught doing something wrong.
I looked at my mother's terrified expression and slowly squatted down. As she looked down, I picked up her two pairs of panties.
"Ah…"
My mother realized they were her fallen panties and hurriedly reached for them. But one remained in my hand—the one wet from her sexual dream
.
"It's wet, but it smells of perfume and face powder," I said.
My mother's heart pounded, and her whole body felt hot.
Just as she was hurriedly grabbing them back, I suddenly kissed her breast through her nightgown.
"Ouch…" The force made my mother wince. She had touched her breasts several times before, of course, through her clothes.
"Mommy's breasts smell so good." She said playfully, gently stroking them, a gesture like a child's prank, which made her feel a sense of maternal intimacy.
But now it was different; it wasn't stroking, but kissing.
"I want you to take responsibility."
Mom didn't know how to react to my rough tone.
At that moment, I grabbed Mom's hand, pulled her into the room, and closed the door.
We were often in the same room, but this time felt completely different. A chill ran down her back.
Mom realized she was naked under her thin nightgown and felt utterly embarrassed.
I, though I was, was completely naked. And my manhood was violently erect in front of Mom.
"Sit here." Urged on by me, Mom sat on the edge of the bed. Mom felt her breathing quicken.
Clear fluid overflowed from the tip of my penis. "I was halfway through... and then I suddenly barged in. Mom, let me touch you."
Only then did Mom realize what it meant to take responsibility. When Mom and Dad were newly married, they had sex almost every night, except during her period. Young and energetic Dad would use Mom's hands to immerse himself in a world of sensuality
during these times .
Knowing this pleased men, my mother would do it willingly from then on. Seeing the men's excitement, she shared in their joy.
Now, what I was asking for was the same as in that situation—my mother's hand.
"But..." My mother finally spoke, but only superficially, without giving a reason for her objection.
"But what!"
"Hurry up and touch it!"
Seeing my impatience, she felt anxious herself, but couldn't immediately reach out. Hesitating, I guided her hand to my hard penis.
"Ah..." In that instant, my whole body groaned from tension. Undoubtedly, this was the sound of a young man expressing pleasure.
My mother didn't scream, but felt a surge of panic at the hardness and heat of the penis in her hand, momentarily unable to believe that this was
the genitals . It
was even bigger than my husband's... The feeling in her hand was indeed wonderful, as if her palm was about to be bounced away. The vibration almost made her dizzy.
"What are you still doing!"
Urged on like this, my mother couldn't help but nod, gently rubbing the surface.
Immediately, I heard rapid breathing. Like the expression of pleasure on a mature man's face, her brow furrowed, her mouth slightly open, and she breathed heavily.
Strangely, my mother didn't feel resentment or guilt; instead, she seemed satisfied with being able to enter my private life like this. This satisfaction was like the
satisfaction I felt when I was a toddler, asking to be breastfed and having my breast exposed.
"More...faster...faster..." My voice sounded like a moan. As my mother quickened her movements, her hand touched my scrotum, making a sound.
"Ah...ah...ah..." My mother could feel my whole body tense, my lower abdomen convulsing.
The penis in her palm hardened, seemingly swelling further. My married mother, of course, knew very well what it was like for a man to experience this.
"What to do..." I quickly looked around; there was nothing to receive my ejaculation. There was a tissue box on the bedside table, but I couldn't reach it. Distracted like this,
my rubbing movements slowed down.
"Why...faster..."
Urged on, my mother sped up again.
Just then, my penis vibrated violently, spurting out a milky white liquid. "Oh...uh..." The ejaculation happened more than once, so many times that it surprised the mother.
Moreover, the strong smell almost made her faint.
When the ejaculation ended, the object in my hand deflated like a punctured balloon. I let out a deep breath and collapsed onto the bed.
Mom hurriedly grabbed some toilet paper to wipe away the dissipated semen. My mind went blank.
Finally, after cleaning up, I looked up and realized I was already up, sitting on the bed watching Mom.
"Go to sleep," Mom said, heading towards the door.
"Mom, wait a minute..." Mom turned back to see me holding a pair of panties, pointing them in her direction.
Mom suddenly blushed. One of the two pairs of panties was dirty, and I had pointed out that it was dirty.
She rushed over to grab it, but her wrist was grabbed by a strong force. Without understanding my intentions, she was pulled to sit on the edge of the bed. Although I had a sharp look in my eyes, I
seemed to feel ashamed of forcing my mother to do this.
"Is that alright now? Go to sleep," Mom said in a natural tone, but her voice trembled slightly, afraid of hurting me.
As Mom prepared to stand up, my body suddenly pressed down on her. Unable to support herself due to the suddenness of the event, she collapsed onto the bed as if embracing me. Then,
I grabbed her breast through her pajamas.
In her confusion and hesitation, I slipped my hand inside her pajamas through the neckline. My hand was burning hot. My
mother could no longer remain calm; her body also felt like it was on fire. Pressed against her mons pubis was undoubtedly an erect penis. My mother still
felt a sense . It had only been a few minutes since I ejaculated, yet it was still vibrating powerfully through the thin pajamas, knocking on a woman's door.
I pressed my face against her cleavage. I smelled the scent of perfume and face powder. This was something that men, regardless of age, would always cherish and recall sweetly.
I pulled down her collar and took her nipple into my mouth.
What confused my mother was the change in her body. Ever since she realized that my erect penis was pressing against her, she had felt a tickling sensation, but the tickling sensation was even
stronger when her nipple was sucked.
My mother pushed my body away slightly. Suddenly, her breast felt a sharp pain; her nipple had been bitten, and she made a slight cry. Just as my mind was focused on her breasts,
my hand quickly pulled open her clothes and caressed her genitals. Since she wasn't wearing underwear, my palm could easily cover her mons pubis.
"You can't do this!" Mom cried out loudly, surprising even herself, her face flushing red. This wasn't because her vulva was being touched,
but because it produced a strong, sensual pleasure. My hand was wriggling, aiming for her clitoris.
"No! Ah...no...you should know..." However, after the sexual dream, her genitals were particularly sensitive, and the unexpected incident of me masturbating her
meant that it was clear her genitals were receptive to this stimulation, and reacted exceptionally quickly, contrary to her psychological state, showing excitement towards my hand. And
the pleasure was rapidly increasing.
Mom realized that simply saying this was useless, so she desperately tried to squeeze her legs together. This action had the opposite effect. It was almost as if it was preventing my hand from leaving. I
also took this opportunity to insert my fingers into her vagina.
"Mom...it's so hot...and all wet..."
My excited tone made Mom feel ashamed, and worse, stirred by those words, her vagina began to twitch slightly. Mom felt something
melting . And another finger was also penetrating her vagina.
"Ah..." She tried desperately not to make a sound, but couldn't help but groan.
"Mom...is it good?"
"How could it be?"
"But it's already so wet, right here." As she twisted the two fingers inserted into her vagina, just as I said, her whole body felt pleasure, an
undeniable fact.
"It's good, isn't it?" Under my questioning, Mom naturally couldn't tell the truth.
"Do you often do this with women?" Mom voiced her inner question. I had wanted to ask if she had any sexual experience, but I didn't want to be direct.
"You know quite a lot..."
"I have experience!"
"Experience? Is it sex with women?" Mom asked casually, but such a question between a man and a woman is equivalent to foreplay, because two of my fingers were inserted
deep into Mom's vagina.
Mom's words did not reject the insertion of two fingers, but rather seemed to welcome it. She herself was unaware of this fact.
"Yes. Several friends and I have slept with women." Mom's heart was pounding like a young girl at my explicit words.
"What kind of women were they?" Mom was getting more and more into the mire.
"Mostly classmates, and some girls from other schools." During the conversation, the two fingers inserted into her vagina never stopped moving.
Affected by the conversation, coupled with the subtle touch of the fingers, she seemed even more excited.
"Ah..." When she involuntarily lifted her buttocks slightly, she heard an unexpected word in her ear.
The most important part of a woman's body was not only being played with by me, but also overflowing with hot honey.
Mom felt annoyed. Her rationality was also constantly swaying back and forth.
"Mom!" I suddenly said in a hoarse voice.
"What!" The fingers inserted into her vagina symbolized the strange relationship between mother and son.
"What do I want to do... I'm going crazy wanting to have sex... I've not only had sex with my female classmates, but also with my godmother, aunt, little aunt, and my female classmates' mothers,
you know that!"
"I want it here." The two fingers already inserted into her vagina rubbed against the vaginal walls.
"You don't really mean it, do you...?"
"Mom, let me have sex with you today. I want to have sex with you! I don't have anyone today... I want to have sex..." The fingers inserted into her vagina were suddenly pulled out.
"Ah..." Mom couldn't help but moan.
At this moment, I pressed myself against Mom in an unnatural position, pressing my penis against her vagina. I desperately rubbed my hard penis against her pubic bone repeatedly.
Mom naturally reached out and grasped my hot penis, adjusting the angle while spreading her legs to correct the angle. Her penis thrust forward forcefully, and the warm, moist vaginal
walls immediately enveloped it. That sweet feeling made me dizzy, pleasure spread throughout my body, and my semen spurted out.
My mother, fresh from her shower, applied heavy makeup and lipstick. She draped a silk nightgown over her still-warm body,
wearing nothing . She sprinkling perfume on herself and lay on the bed. Even this alone aroused her; she found herself already wet, and she put the lipstick in her mouth, applying and licking it.
Since that night, I can say I've craved my mother's body day and night, and in this short period, we've had intercourse more than ten times. Thinking of this,
my mother couldn't help but laugh. During the early days of our marriage, when she first began to understand the pleasures of sex, she would eagerly await my father's return from work; her body needed a man, and at a certain
time, her genitals would become wet—it was a reflex. And now, that was exactly the situation.
I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening downstairs. Mom turned the bedside lamp switch, dimming the light. Exposing my whole body to a man's gaze made me feel embarrassed
, but it also enhanced the atmosphere. However, since it was my own man, I still felt particularly ashamed. Conversely, it also increased my excitement. Just being seen made me feel
horny .
I would even laugh at this situation, recently saying, "Mom is so sensitive." When I'm excited, I also say some lewd things, and I even force Mom to say
them.
Tonight, she will definitely make me say it too... Mom was filled with anticipation, but she hadn't heard any sound from the stairs yet. She felt this was unusual;
at this moment Mom didn't want to go to sleep like this! Her body was already demanding it! Feeling a strange sense of loneliness, she left her room, passed by my room, pushed open the door, and didn't see me.
When she got downstairs, I was watching TV in the living room. At this moment, I suddenly pulled off the towel on my body, and my penis was already erect.
"It becomes like this when I take a shower." I stuck out my tongue playfully, just like when I was a child, nothing had changed, except that the penis between my legs would make any grown
man feel inferior.
"Really..." Mom's cheeks flushed like a teenage girl going through puberty. I was at my peak, so my sexual skills improved by leaps and bounds, sometimes making me seem
less like a teenager.
"Mom, hold my penis." My sex life with my husband was very ordinary; after kissing, our genitals joined, and we both experienced sexual pleasure. Mom also
thought that was all there was to sex. But I was a new kind of person, instinctively knowing to enjoy the pleasures of sex.
Sitting on the sofa, my penis was already erect, within easy reach. Mom gently held it in her hand. The living room lights were bright, and the overly obvious
behavior still made her feel embarrassed.
"Mom, look." What was she looking at?
"Mom's fingers are so beautiful, the nail polish is so vibrant, like lipstick." Mom couldn't nod, so she remained silent, but she did find the purplish-red nail polish on her slender
fingers beautiful.
Such beautiful fingers holding my thick penis seemed incongruous, but it excited me even more. "
Silly boy..." Although she said that, upon closer inspection, it was indeed as I said.
"Touch me like before!" I lay on the sofa, legs apart, silently staring at the ceiling.
Mom felt she couldn't fully immerse herself in the living room, worried someone might see, but this state of mind only heightened her arousal. She gently pulled my penis
out satisfied expression, her guilt vanished. She kissed me passionately for a while.
"Mom's powder and lipstick smell so good, I'm going to cum, should I cum here?" The head of my penis already showed that invitation.
"If you're going to cum... don't waste it, cum in Mom's mouth! Wait, Mom needs to put on lots of lipstick first!"
Mom experienced a sadistic pleasure, sitting on the floor, spraying perfume and powder on my erect penis, applying lipstick to the head, and then swallowing it.
"I saw Mom's face!" My voice was also hoarse with excitement.
Mom saw her reflection in the living room mirror. She was startled, as if she were peeping at someone's sex, then surprised by her own lewd expression,
but instead of feeling disgusted, she felt even more lewd. As the penis throbbed in her mouth, her already overflowing vaginal opening began to writhe in desire for a harder, larger penis,
an unbearable, tingling sensation spreading throughout her body. Mom couldn't wait to experience the pleasure of sex… "Ah… Mom… I'm coming…" I looked up
at Mom.
Mom began to vigorously rub my penis up and down, simultaneously stimulating the tip of her tongue, while her other hand rubbed the scrotum with its two testicles. The bottom of her panties was already
wet, sinking into her vaginal opening. Mom enjoyed the stimulation, quickening her hand's movements.
I groaned, and Mom could feel my penis swelling even more—this sensation caused her to overflow with vaginal fluid.
"Ah!" My body stiffened, and I ejaculated like a spray of water.
"Mmm…" Mom could only swallow it. Lying there like a dead man after the excitement subsided, I seemed incredibly cute to Mom. She knew she
would do anything for this child. If there was anything she could give him, it was only her life; she would give her life without regret.
"You ejaculated a lot… It felt good, didn't it?" My satisfaction was also Mom's satisfaction.
"Mmm, very good..." I just kept taking deep breaths.
Was tonight's activity over? Mom felt uneasy. Her body still demanded a man's body, burning like fire.
"Let me make Mom feel good." My fingers gently caressed Mom's clitoris.
"Ah..." Like someone experienced in sex, this feeling made Mom involuntarily let out a sweet moan.
"Wow! So wet." When I brought my honey-scented fingers to her, Mom hurriedly covered her genitals with a towel.
I pulled Mom to the bathroom. Mom's vulva was soaking wet from the long foreplay. The so-called foreplay wasn't caused by my actions,
but by Mom's unilateral actions. This showed how aroused she was.
After being pulled into the bathroom, Mom was confused about what position to take.
"Go up here." I pointed to the bathtub lid.
"So high up?" Mom's voice trembled.
The edge of the bathtub was fifty or sixty centimeters above the tiled floor. There was a lid on top, so when sitting on the floor, everything was visible through the curtains. The petals spasmed, and new nectar overflowed from the depths of
her vaginal opening .
"Hurry up,"
I said, pressing my face closer. My mother had no choice but to cautiously part her tightly closed legs. I sat down diagonally in front of her, peering over. Her mucous membranes trembled
involuntarily , overflowing with nectar.
I reached out and touched her clitoris, and my mother almost fell over.
My previously docile penis was now fiercely erect.
"Mom, turn your body around," my mother said hastily, turning her buttocks towards me, her arms resting on the bathtub lid for support. Her long-awaited vaginal opening was engorged with blood, and as
my tongue licked there, my mother seemed to be releasing all the anxiety of the past, letting out wanton moans.
"Ah... I can't take it... You're so good at this..." Indeed, with each sexual encounter, I improved, and the speed of my improvement was somewhat frightening. My mother
worried she would become addicted to our carnal desire.
My tongue fully enjoyed the sensation in her perineum. When my tongue reached her vagina, a completely different feeling spread to every corner of her body. My mother couldn't help but feel the wonder of
the human body , and she wasn't discovering it through her husband's body, but experiencing it through my underage self. This further solidified her sense of our fated relationship.
A woman's body can adapt to any behavior, even shameful acts can be transformed into pleasure; for my mother, this was the greatest gain, the greatest joy. [The fluid overflowed from the opening of her vagina.]
As she sipped her nectar, my tongue immediately began to suckle, deliberately licking her hot labia, causing her to writhe uncontrollably.
"Ah, I want it," she murmured to herself.
My tongue responded immediately. The tip of my tongue slipped into her flesh, gently rotating inside, moving in and out repeatedly.
The soft tongue, so different from my hard penis, led her into a sweet world of sensuality.
She wanted it! She couldn't stand it! Such intense desire could only be satisfied through actual intercourse, and the process of reaching that point was incredibly pleasurable.
The longer and more impatient this process was, the greater the satisfaction would be.
My mother kept her desire to be penetrated to herself, forcing her body to endure. This was because she knew she would receive even greater pleasure
. As I enjoyed the nectar and wonderful taste from my mother's vagina, I wondered when to make another request. My mother had said she would do
anything ; she would surely refuse this request.
So the timing was crucial. Therefore, I had to ensure my mother was 110% satisfied beforehand.
I licked non-stop for over thirty minutes. Sucking the overflowing nectar, I didn't forget to carefully caress the mucous membrane inside the vaginal opening. I saved the clitoris for last, because that's the greatest source of
pleasure . I had to caress it while simultaneously making demands… It was precisely because of this intense desire that I could caress it for so many minutes.
"Please… touch my clitoris too," Mom finally cried out, unable to hold back her tears. The feeling of being abused by pleading with her own child like this transformed into joy.
"Do you really want it that much?"
"You're bullying me again…"
"How do I do it?" She felt resentful at my feigned ignorance, but Mom knew perfectly well that such a conversation would increase her excitement.
"You slather it with soap…"
I slathered it with lots of soap, creating a large lather, then buried my mouth in the soapy foam, kissing it.
"I want your… come in quickly…"
"I still don't understand," I said, wiping the foam off my face.
After taking a deep breath, Mom boldly said, "Put your... hard cock..." She took another deep breath and said, "Insert it into my pussy
..." The last sentence was almost a shout. The instant she finished speaking, she experienced an indescribable pleasure. A large amount of nectar overflowed.
I lifted my wet, sticky face, grasped the penis pressed against my lower abdomen, aligned it with the entrance of her pussy, and touched her clitoris with my fingers. The sudden pleasure made Mom
moan and groan, tilting her head back, revealing her snow-white Adam's apple.
Seeing her soap-covered vulva, my restraint reached its limit. My penis plunged into her writhing pussy. Every time it was like this, when inserted from behind,
Mom felt like she was being raped. This feeling increased the pleasure, and while thrusting violently, I stimulated her clitoris with my hand.
The pussy and clitoris were very close, but they produced different kinds of pleasure. These two sensations mixed, pushing Mom to a higher level of pleasure.
My mother's sphincter muscles contracted violently, almost snapping my penis inside.
I barely managed to suppress the increasingly intense pleasure. Although I could ejaculate at any moment, I had to endure it all for the sake of reaching climax together.
My mother finally cried out loudly.
"Ah! I'm coming... I'm coming!"
"I'm going to cum too!"
"Come on... ah... I'm coming... I'm coming..."
I immediately released my semen.
My mother sat on a chair in front of the vanity mirror, applying makeup and lipstick, and sighed softly.
A plush carpet covered the floor, classical music was playing on the radio, and the whole room was filled with a somber atmosphere. Floor-length green curtains hung on the bedroom window ,
so there was no need to worry about being spied on from the outside. My mother was only wearing a dark red lace bra and matching panties, her full breasts 　　appearing even more alluring and captivating because of the underwear she wore. The hair that fell across Mom's face was casually combed back. Her alluring figure, her soft, fleshy breasts swaying and protruding beyond the thin fabric of her clothing, seemed about to leap out of her bra. Mom gently placed her hands on her soft breasts and began to caress them. The flesh of her breasts gracefully swayed from side to side beneath the dark red lace, the nipples rubbing against the lace with a sweet pain. 　　"Ah, ahhhhh..." Soft moans filled the room with a sweet, comfortable atmosphere. A slight sheen of sweat glistened on Mom's fair skin, her full body exuding a captivating sensuality. Her breasts began to move. Her beautiful figure arched gracefully, radiating the undulations emanating from her breasts. 　　The excitement from the humiliation caused her manicured nails, painted with crimson nail polish, to tremble slightly, curling outwards from the inside. Her 　　fair skin, untouched by sunlight, remained incredibly delicate, appearing even more alluring in the dim room light. Her hips, bulging from her waist to her long, slender legs, possessed a sensual beauty that surpassed that of girls who merely boasted of their youth— a mature woman's charm. 　　Perhaps her movements were a way of comforting her own breathtakingly alluring body. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, she slightly opened her eyes and gazed breathlessly into the mirror. 　　Beneath long eyelashes, her black eyes, painted with rose-red eyeshadow, were filled with emotion, bloodshot with sweet excitement. Thick makeup and extremely vibrant lipstick made her look like a wanton prostitute, a pleasure that almost thrilled her entire being. —And she possessed a mature body, the body of a beautiful, voluptuous thirty-five-year-old woman immersed in wanton sex. Her 　　glossy, permed black hair, cascading over her shoulders, made her shy, panting face appear even more alluring. Her hair fell over her full breasts, making it impossible to resist. She stared at herself intently, then began to masturbate earnestly. 　　A woman's body matures from her twenties to her thirties. The pain of sleeping alone in a large bed at night is indescribable. Games played with her fingers alone could never soothe that full body, and the number of nights she couldn't sleep due was countless. During my teenage years, my mother, who had almost never masturbated, would use her fingers to soothe her aching body. 　　She held me in her arms and buried my head in her braless casual clothes. Then my mother unbuttoned the front of her clothes and...

My head gently rested against her bare breasts. My lovely hands touched her pearl-like breasts, the soft nipples slowly
deforming .
My mouth opened, sucking on the swollen tips as if trying to draw out milk, arousing her maternal instincts until she was breathless.
Meanwhile , she felt a sweet excitement spreading through her body; the nipples, sucked by my tongue, hardened.
The pale pink gradually turned deep red. She avoided my eyes, completely unconcerned about my frantic suckling, and then secretly slipped
my fingers down to her lower abdomen. The moment my fingers, inside her panties, touched her already sticky, slippery labia, her body began to ache.
Unconsciously, a groan escaped her throat, her whole body trembling. Suddenly, she lost her reason, repeatedly inserting her fingers into her burning, secret place,
stirring the hot, sticky fluid.
Sweet memories and the pleasure of reality guided Mom to a dreamlike climax. The gentle caresses of her fingers, which had been slowly playing with her breasts, suddenly
transformed into intense caresses. Her body burned with an unprecedented, erotic premonition, causing her entire back to tremble. Impulsively, Mom quickly
pulled down her dark red bra, exposing her breasts. Her slender nails, painted with purplish-red nail polish, immediately glanced at her hard nipples.
"Ah...ah...ah..." The soft moans gradually grew louder and more obscene, and Mom's upper body formed a beautiful arch, her
breasts proudly swelling. Her firm thighs, with their pearly white skin, created a beautiful curve, and
her thin panties, soaked with sweat and love fluid, clung to her sensual buttocks. The mother twisted her waist as she tore the high-end lace panties, letting them slide down as if waiting to be
removed . Her breasts, anticipating even more lewd actions, slowly lowered her hand from her breasts to the most tender and fresh part of her body,
which was already eagerly awaiting caresses and letting out a scream! A hazy premonition made her entire body tremble with heat.
But the mother didn't immediately insert her fingers into that burning interior; instead, she glanced at her navel, making her already excited
body even more impatient.
Avoiding the center, she slowly caressed the area around the panties, the thin fabric smeared with hot fluid. Now, the mother was completely dominated by
the sensual fire surging from the depths of her body.
Yes! Don't be too hasty, be patient… She knew that the more impatient she was, the greater the pleasure would be. Before reaching climax, she had to
suppress even more intense.
Her dark red panties were soaked and clung to her skin, revealing a wanton crack in her vulva. Her sensitive nipples received
the gentle stimulation from the panties, experiencing the sweetest pleasure. Ah! She couldn't hold back any longer! Desiring a deeper euphoria, she slipped her fingers
inside the panties, which were completely pressed against her skin. Passing through the curled pubic hair, she found the labia, wet with sweat and vaginal fluid, incredibly soft to the touch. Her body
trembled with anticipation of pleasure.
It seemed as if she had been caught masturbating indecently, and her face flushed with embarrassment. She got up and hurriedly straightened her disheveled underwear.
Looking at herself in the mirror, her cheeks were adorned with beautiful powder, her lips with vibrant lipstick, and her eyes were sexy and moist, revealing
the desires of a middle-aged woman. This filled her with shame. To hide this shame, she forcefully opened the wardrobe, making a loud noise.
She took a light, elegant purple suit from the wardrobe and placed it on the bed.
Mom was bothered by the stains on her underwear from her love juices; the underwear she was wearing was the finest of all, its
color and material perfectly matching her dress.
"Hurry up!"
"Yes, yes!"
There was no time to hesitate. Mom hurriedly put on the suit without changing her underwear. The silk suit
perfectly showcased the beautiful curves of her full breasts and buttocks. Even she couldn't help but admire how sexy and alluring she looked.
Mom was quite satisfied with her appearance—and then opened the bedroom door.
Mom quickly undressed and lay on the bed. I held my penis and first rubbed the large glans against her vagina, making her unbearably aroused. She couldn't help but cry out
shyly , "Okay... stop rubbing... my vagina is killing me... hurry... hurry and put your big penis in... insert it into my vagina... please... please put it in my vagina...
hurry up..."
Seeing her wanton appearance, I knew that Mom had already reached a state of arousal and desperately needed a big penis to thrust hard to release
her burning desire! I continued to rub, and rubbed Mom's breasts with both hands to make her even more excited!
At this moment, I heard Mom cry out in a wanton voice, "I'm dying... I'm about to die... you... you're still teasing me... hurry... hurry and put it in... hurry up..."
Seeing Mom's seductive, wanton, and unbearably thirsty expression, I knew that she had reached the point of "unbearable thirst and overflowing spring tide," so without hesitation, I aimed at the entrance
and thrust ! With a "whoosh," I thrust deep inside, my large glans pressing against the depths of my mother's flower. I felt a warm, tight sensation inside, the tender flesh enveloping my penis—it felt so
good.
I quickly and repeatedly thrust in and out, and my mother soon became aroused and started to climax!
"Ah...so beautiful...so beautiful...hum...ah...so good...thrust harder...faster...faster...ah...never...been...
so big...ah...ah...thrust into me...fuck me...my hole...oh...harder...um...ah..."
This time, Mom felt my penis was quite restless inside her, not only thrusting back and forth but also stirring inside. My fingers were also stained with
some of the clear liquid flowing from her hole and used to touch her anus. That wonderful feeling was something she had never experienced before. Moreover, this way of playing with both holes at the same time
quickly made her completely aroused. She twisted her lower body wildly, hoping to get more stimulation and pleasure. Her
hands roughly and forcefully kneaded her breasts, as if this would allow her to feel the degree of pleasure more clearly. Her eyes were languid, her mouth was panting, her breath was fragrant,
and she was covered in sweat. She felt a completely different feeling from the sex she had experienced in the past.
The pleasure, especially from her anus, was incredible. Even though my fingers only went in a little, one of her erogenous zones happened to be located on her sphincter.
Every time my fingers moved in and out, stirring and probing her rectum, her heart felt like it was about to fly away, as if she were suspended in mid-air.
Her heart was caught in a state of unease, a feeling that was hard to describe; yet this unease was accompanied by waves of pleasure and stimulation from her vagina, coupled with her own
kneading and pinching of her breasts. She was completely immersed in the pleasure of my intercourse!
At this moment, I lifted my mother's legs onto my shoulders, allowing her vaginal opening to more tightly connect with my penis, and directly inserted the head of my penis
into her uterus. I straightened my legs and braced my hands on the low cabinet at the head of the bed, thrusting back and forth as if doing a push-up. At this moment, my mother's
body curled up like a boiled shrimp, and she could clearly see her vagina being penetrated and stimulated. Although she couldn't experience the dual pleasure
from , the bending of her body, coupled with the impact and
pressure from my strong body pressing down on her, caused a strange, pleasurable pressure on her spine. These multiple pleasures led her to the peak of sexual climax.
"Oh...so comfortable...so...so pleasurable...ah...you...you're going to...go all the way...ouch...I can't...I can't take it anymore...
oh...oh..."
"Ah...darling...darling...I'm going to cum again..."
"Ah...I...so good...thrust harder...I'm going to cum...oh...oh...hold me tight, cum..."
While my mother's vagina was spraying out copious amounts of vaginal fluid, I pressed my glans against her clitoris, tightly adhering it, aligning the meatus of my glans with
the center of her clitoris. This forced the sprayed vaginal fluid into my body, and I sucked hard. At this moment, you could see the muscles on my buttocks
moving like a woman's cheeks during oral sex, hollowing and then returning to their original position.
I felt the cool liquid enter my body, and a sudden surge of heat rose from my lower abdomen, rushing down my spine to my perineum where it
mingled with the cool liquid, releasing a soothing sensation that gradually spread throughout my body… At that moment, my mother felt
as if her body had become empty and hollow, but the pleasure she experienced was unprecedented. She quickly lost consciousness and fainted… But I continued
to kiss her lips, which were painted with vibrant lipstick.
Our lips reluctantly parted, saliva forming a line between them, and our eyes met.
My mother, unsure what to do, looked down at me. How was I? I looked so sweet!
My thin lips were still covered in lipstick, and my gaze lingered on them.

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