Mother Oedipus Diary Side Story

(I)

Every night before bed, I would take out my secret diary from a hidden compartment in my desk and write down my thoughts. Since my mother gave me this diary for my birthday last year, the time for our year-long promise was almost up, and I felt both anticipation and anxiety.

At that time, my mother said to me cryptically, "Child, you've grown up. There are some things I know you might not tell me, so I gave you this diary. If you can write down what you're thinking every day and persevere, a year from now, I'll read your diary, and I'll make sure you have any wishes. Also, remember, last month I decided to divorce your father, all for you. Don't ask why yet; I'll tell you everything on this day next year."

At that time, I was very curious about why my mother kept begging to divorce my father. After my mother said this, my curiosity was amplified, but my mother refused to reveal it, insisting that she would tell me a year later.

However, since that day, the change in my interaction and way of getting along with my mother has given me a vague, wild idea. Gradually, I actually started writing down my thoughts in my diary every day. I decided to take a gamble and see if my wild idea was real.

Since my parents divorced last year, it's just my mother and me taking care of each other. When my father was alive, my mother and I didn't have much time or space to spend together. After their divorce, I realized that my mother and I couldn't live without each other. From then on, my mother focused all her energy on taking care of me. I understood to some extent that I was her last support. And I also realized that I couldn't live without my mother.

The day after my mother gave me her diary, I bought one and gave it back to her.

"Mom, I'm giving you a diary too. I'll write in it too. A year later, we'll exchange diaries. If Mom has any wishes she wants me to fulfill for you, I will definitely help her."

"My child, you are so sensible. Mom is so happy. You are so filial. Mom loves you."

My mother hugged me tightly and cried with emotion.

"Mom, I love you too." I couldn't help but kiss my mother's cheek to show my affection.

"Child...think carefully...what to write in your diary, remember! Whatever you want, Mom...will give you." My mother looked up to kiss me back, but I accidentally turned my cheek slightly, and her kiss ended up on my lips.

Although my mother only touched me briefly, that moment stirred my heart. The natural expression of motherly love suddenly felt strange. My mother seemed to sense it too, and turned her head away somewhat awkwardly.

In another month, it will be a year, and I feel both anticipation and trepidation, wondering how my mother will react to what I write in my diary. Perhaps I'm still affected by my mother's words last year ("Remember! Whatever you want, Mom...will give you."). Her slightly shy expression at the time has been replaying in my mind all year. What is my mother thinking?

Although I tried to dispel these strange thoughts, the various situations we encountered in our daily lives over the past year truly compelled me to write down my true feelings in my diary.

Actually, while writing in my diary every day, I also really wanted to see what my mother had written. But my mother didn't know where she hid the diary; no matter how many times I searched the house, I couldn't find it.

That evening, I came home.

"Mom! I'm home. Mom..."

I heard the noise of the range hood coming from the kitchen; my mother was probably in the kitchen!

I went straight to the kitchen, and sure enough, my mother was busy cooking.

"Mom!" I deliberately hugged her from behind and kissed her on the neck.

"Ah! You startled me! You're back!"

My mother and I had become much closer over the past year, and we often didn't shy away from affectionate gestures.

"Wow, Mom, you're dressed so beautifully while cooking. Are you going on a date?" I saw that my mother was wearing a tight-fitting purple dress with lace trim.

"Yes! Mom is going on a date with a very handsome guy later."

"..." Seeing my mother's serious expression, I suddenly felt a surge of jealousy.

"How about it?" Mom turned around, a teasing expression on her face, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"No way!" I said.

"Okay then!... If this handsome guy says no, then..."

"Yes, yes, yes..." I knew Mom was joking.

"Hehe... Look how anxious you are, afraid Mom will run off with someone?"

"Yeah!" I hugged Mom tighter, deliberately acting coquettish.

"Alright! Alright! You're about to break my bones."

"Mom, seriously, you look so beautiful today!"

"Hehe, really? It's even prettier underneath, want to see?"

Over the past year, Mom has become used to saying things to me without any restraint.

"Sure! With such a beautiful woman in front of me, only a dog wouldn't look."

"It's not that cheap!" Mom gently pulled away from me and turned off the range hood.

"What's so strange about that? I could guess what underwear Mom's wearing today."

"Oh! Then tell me."

"Hmm! What if I guess right?"

"If you guess right, I'll let you see as much as you want."

"Okay, Mom's wearing a light purple dress today, so her underwear... should be too."

"Wrong!"

"Then..."

"You only have one chance, you can't guess anymore."

"Heh, if I guess right, Mom can cheat, since I can't see it anyway."

"Fine, since you say so, guess three times, you have two more chances."

"Hmm... the black bikini set."

"Wrong!"

"Then... the white one with lace."

"Wait! How do you know so much about Mom's underwear? You..."

"I'm innocent! Mom hangs her underwear out to dry like a national flag every day, I bet even the old lady across the street knows."

"Oh... I see, but it's still wrong."

"Hmph! It's all your fault. So tell me, what color is it?"

"Pink."

"Liar! Where would you get pink?"

"I'm not lying, Mom just bought it today."

"Today? Who could guess? I don't believe it."

"Wait until tonight when I change, then you can go to the laundry basket and see for yourself."

"No, I want to see it now."

"Well... alright, I'll convince you."

As she spoke, Mom lifted her skirt up to her waist, revealing a pink lace bikini panty.

"..." Although I had accidentally seen my mother changing clothes many times, this was the first time she had let me see her lower body. I stared at the shadow of black pubic hair at the base of her panties, and I was stunned.

"How about it? Mom didn't lie to you, did she?" Mom said, her skirt still up, as if she really wanted me to see enough.

"Yes...yes...no...Mom didn't lie to me." I stammered.

"Oh, still shy! Have you seen enough? Ah...I've been tricked."

Mom seemed to realize something and put down her skirt.

"You're the one who wanted to show it to me."

"Hmph, you took advantage and still say it."

"Mom, to be honest, you're so beautiful, I'm really worried."

"Worried that Mom will run off with someone? Don't worry, Mom will only run off with you, a handsome guy."

"Really?"

"I'll lie to you like a dog." Mom made a funny face like a little girl.
(II)

After this incident, Mom became even less discreet about what she wore at home. The next day, as soon as I got home, I saw Mom slip into the bathroom wearing only a bra and panties.

I thought Mom wasn't wearing much because she was home alone, but when she came out of the bathroom a little while later, she was still only wearing white lace underwear.

"Are you hungry?" Mom asked casually.

"I'm...not really." I felt a little awkward.

"See! This is the one you mentioned yesterday, isn't it pretty?"

"So...so beautiful, Mom, you're so sexy."

"Hehe...taking advantage of Mom."

"Of course! Mom is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"You're so cheeky." Mom was clearly quite happy with my compliment.

"Why didn't you kiss Mom today?" Mom said, leaning her cheek closer.

"Swoosh!" I couldn't help but kiss Mom as usual. I also wanted to hug her as usual, but today Mom was almost naked, and I hesitated a little awkwardly.

"Come here!" Mom seemed to know how I felt and opened her arms for me to hug her.

I didn't hesitate any longer and hugged Mom tightly.

This was also the first time I had touched Mom's skin. Mom's smooth body made me react. But Mom wrapped her arms around me too, and I couldn't let go.

We seemed to have an unspoken understanding; neither of us spoke, and we just held each other tightly. The scent of Mom's body and hair made my penis instantly hard; I could feel it pressing against her lower abdomen through her trousers.

I think Mom must have sensed my change, but she didn't seem inclined to let go. Instead, she pressed her face against my chest.

I was truly dizzy. Through her thin lace bra, Mom's breasts were pressed against my body, and my penis was throbbing.

"Mmm... you naughty boy," Mom looked up and said coquettishly.

"Mom..." I was truly intoxicated. The body I had longed for for a year was now in my arms. I was moved and hugged Mom even tighter.

Then, Mom suddenly closed her eyes gently, like a scene from a TV show where lovers await a kiss. I hesitated again. What did Mom mean? Did she want me to kiss her? I still didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

At that moment, Mom slightly opened her eyes, and our eyes met. Seeing her gaze, I didn't hesitate. I slowly lowered my head and pressed my lips to hers.

"Hehe..." But then Mom suddenly turned her head away and gently released me.

I felt a little lost.

"Let's eat first!" Mom said, turning and going into the kitchen.

I looked at Mom's buttocks, tightly encased in her panties, swaying from side to side, and felt an urge to hug her again.

A while later, Mom brought out a dish, but I was still standing in the living room, lost in thought.

Mom avoided my gaze and went back into the kitchen. This time, she stayed in for a long time and didn't come out, so I followed her.

I saw Mom leaning against the sink, her back to me, lost in thought. I looked again at the allure of her semi-transparent panties behind her, and I couldn't resist anymore. I hugged her from behind again.

Mom didn't seem surprised and obediently let me hug her.

My hands only dared to rest under my mother's bra. Then, she gently took my hand and moved it upwards. I touched her bra, but dared not go any further.

She then held my hand and pressed my palm against her breasts.

My heart pounded. Her encouragement made me stop thinking. I cupped her breasts in my hands and began to knead them, pressing my lips to the back of her neck, kissing her fragrant pink skin.

"Mmm..." she murmured softly. I became even bolder, kneading her breasts more forcefully.

Then she turned around, glanced at me, and closed her eyes again.

Without hesitation, I kissed her lips.

"Smack..." She didn't resist, obediently letting me kiss her.

I was incredibly excited, greedily sucking on her lips, unwilling to let go.

The kiss lasted a long time. She then offered her tongue, which I sucked hard on, and she sucked on mine. At that moment, we kissed passionately like lovers who had been together for a long time.

"Hmm...okay! Have you kissed enough?..." Mom suddenly pulled away and turned around.

"...Mom..." I stood behind her, a little flustered.

"Okay! Let's eat." Mom changed the subject, took another plate of food, and left the kitchen.

At the dinner table, my mother and I remained silent, eating with our heads down.

Finally, Mom spoke first.

"Child... how's your diary going..."

"Mom, don't worry, you'll see in a few days. I've listened to you and haven't slacked off."

"That's... that's good."

"And you, Mom? Do you write every day?"

"Of course, you'll see when you read it..."

"Mom... honestly, where do you keep your diary? I haven't seen it." "

Hehe... little devil, trying to peek at Mom's diary?"

"It would be a lie to say I don't want to. I... I'm afraid... afraid that I won't be able to do what Mom wants me to do."

"Don't worry! You can definitely do it, and... and maybe... maybe it's something you want to do every day."

"How does Mom know what I want to do? Could it be..." I couldn't help but worry when I thought about the contents of my diary over the past year. What if... what if I got it wrong? That would be utterly disastrous.

"What are you thinking? Mom wouldn't peek at your diary. Mom means, I can guess what you're thinking."

"Okay! Mom, what do you want?"

"You... want... oh well, you'll find out when the time comes!" Mom suddenly blushed again.

After the experience of kissing Mom in the kitchen that day, Mom didn't seem to mind me kissing her lips again. The next morning before I left, I kissed Mom as usual.

This time, Mom didn't lean in with her cheek, but with her whole body. I hesitated for a moment before pressing my lips to hers. Mom accepted it naturally, and I hugged her tightly without hesitation, giving her another passionate kiss.

"Hmm... okay... okay! You're being greedy so early in the morning, what will you be like in the future?"

Hearing the word "future" seemed to encourage me even more, and I was incredibly excited.

Holding Mom's hand, I secretly pulled down through her transparent nightgown and gently hooked her white lace panties under her nightgown before letting go.

"You little devil, taking advantage of Mom again." Mom smiled playfully.

"Hehe... Mom, I'm going to class." I left with a heart full of joy.
That night, I rushed home as fast as I could. I deliberately opened the door quietly, searching for my mother as soon as I entered.

I tiptoed to her bedroom door and peeked inside. I saw her taking off her underwear, completely naked. I could only see her breasts from the side, high and swaying.

There were many different sets of underwear on her bed. She picked them up one by one, trying them on, seemingly hesitating about which one to wear.

After a while, she seemed to decide, pulling on a red mesh panty. Then she hesitated when she picked up a bra, didn't put it on, and put it back. She then put on a white, transparent nightgown that contrasted sharply with the red, and then put all the underwear away.

I felt even more excited; the scene resembled a newlywed wife waiting for her husband to come home from work, wearing provocative lingerie.

I hid outside the door silently.

After my mother finished dressing, she came out humming a song. I suddenly hugged her from behind.

"Ah..." My mother jumped in surprise.

"Mom, I'm home."

"You... phew... you scared me to death... you're so naughty..." Mom turned around, raised her small hand and lightly punched me. I grabbed it and hugged her tightly.

"You're so cheeky, Mom'll know once she tastes you." I kissed Mom's lips fiercely.

"Mmm... mmm... mmm..." Mom responded obediently and quickly put her tongue into my mouth, sucking.

The passionate kiss lasted for a full five minutes, and my lower body was already aroused.

Mom seemed to hug me even more fiercely than I was, my lower body pressing against Mom's lower abdomen, the feeling was wonderful.

After a while, I secretly lifted Mom's white gauze nightgown with both hands and put my hands inside, touching Mom's red panties. I don't know if Mom noticed or didn't object.

I went a step further and rubbed Mom's full buttocks on the panties with my hands. At this point, Mom definitely felt something.

"Mmm... oh..." Mom's lips were still on my lips, without any reaction.

I boldly slipped my hand inside the lace trim of her panties, firmly touching my mother's buttocks. Not satisfied, I then stroked her buttocks with my fingers.

Perhaps she was too sensitive, for my mother abruptly released me.

"Hmph...you little devil...you're going too far..." My mother took a step back.

At that moment, I clearly saw my mother's breasts, which weren't bra-bound, rising and falling with her breath, her nipples clearly visible. I was stunned.

"Little...you little devil...what are you looking at?" My mother lowered her head, following my gaze.

"I...I really want to eat my mother up."

"Heh...really? How do you want to eat her?" My mother said provocatively.

"First, peel her skin!" Without warning, I lifted the transparent nightgown covering my mother's body to the sides.

It was just a playful test, but the silk nightgown slid down my mother's shoulders and fell to the ground, leaving her only in a short, narrow red panty, her breasts fully exposed before my eyes.

My mother was caught off guard by my sudden action and didn't bother to cover herself.

We stood there dumbfounded for a while.

(III)

Finally, my mother covered her breasts with her hands, bent down to pick up her pajamas, and walked back to her room without saying a word.

This made me worried. I followed my mother into the room, and she sat on the bed without saying a word.

"Mom..."

"Mom..." I called her several times before she finally spoke.

"Sigh! Child, you..." My mother turned around and rested her face against my chest.

"Mom..."

"Child! You really haven't read my diary?"

"Mom, no, who knows where you hid it?"

"Sigh! You're so stupid! It's right here, go find it yourself, and we'll talk when you find it."

My mother said as she got up and left the room.

I followed her out, and my mother actually went into my room.

My mother approached my desk, opened the first drawer, and my diary was at the bottom of the back drawer.

"Your diary is in there, isn't it?"

"Wow! So... Mom lied, Mom secretly read my diary."

"Mom didn't lie to you. Although Mom knew your diary was here, Mom never opened it. Mom promised you she'd read it in a year, and I won't break my promise."

Mom said, opening the second drawer.

"Look inside!"

I pulled out all the way through the drawer and saw Mom's diary inside. It was so close, yet so far away. The thing I'd been searching for for almost a year was right here.

"This..."

"You're so silly! Everything Mom wrote every day is here, and you couldn't find it."

I reached in and took out the diary I'd given to Mom.

"Mom... do you want me to read it? But..."

"Your birthday isn't until next week. Mom only said she'd read it on your birthday, not that she wouldn't let you see it! Silly."

I couldn't wait to open it.

"Wait! You can read it yourself. Mom's going back to her room. Come find me in an hour, okay?"

Mom said, turning and leaving.

As I turned the pages, my heart pounded wildly. From the day I gave my mother her diary, it said:

"My child, this is a diary of my love. Let me tell you first why I divorced your father. From the time you turned eighteen, I noticed your feelings for me were different. You liked to stare blankly at my body, and several times you peeked at me showering through the bathroom window, then went back to your room to take my underwear and masturbate, ejaculating on it before putting it back in the laundry basket. I saw it all.

At first, I was surprised, but strangely enough, after a while, I started to look forward to it. I would often deliberately leave clean underwear where you could easily reach it, and after you finished, I would like to wear the underwear stained with your semen. I couldn't believe I was like this, but perhaps it's true that a mother and son are connected! I found myself slowly anticipating your embraces. I liked the feeling of your body touching mine.

Each time, it filled me with inappropriate fantasies. Several times, I dreamed that you and I were embracing, kissing, and loving each other like lovers. These dreams always excited me so much..." "I'm slowly taking things a step further, wanting to have an incestuous relationship with you, my dear son. This feeling is becoming more and more irresistible to me. I can't bear it anymore. I want this dream to come true. So, I keep asking for a divorce and to stop sleeping in the same bed with your father.

Finally, your father couldn't take it anymore and agreed. I'm so excited and nervous, but I don't dare to be too bold in expressing it. I need time. So, I'm giving you this diary first, and then I'll use a year to hint at it to you. I've decided that if you ask me to have sex or make love in your diary, I will agree without hesitation, because that's what I've dreamed about for years, and I want it to come true.
Since you've also given me this diary, I'll tell you what's in my heart. No matter which day you see my diary, I'll be waiting in my room. Every night, I'll be waiting for you to hug me and caress me. My body is always yours." Seeing

such a blatant confession in my mother's diary on the first day, I was both excited and impulsive, wanting to run into my mother's room immediately. But I resisted my mother's promise of an hour, so I continued reading. Almost every day, my mother's diary was a declaration of her deep love for her son. I came across the entry for May 20th, which read:

"My dear son, why aren't you coming to hug Mom? Mom is wearing your favorite underwear, which has your semen and Mom's love juice on it. When you take it off, I'll let you see Mom's pubic hair. You've never seen Mom's pubic hair before, have you? Mom combs it every day and sprays it to make it smell nice. You'll definitely love kissing it. And, kiss down, you'll see Mom's vulva. Mom's labia are red!

You can use your tongue to part them, and you'll see Mom's vulva, flowing with thick love juice for you. That's where you were born, and it's also where Mom dreamt of being penetrated a thousand times by your big cock. Every time, you would shoot your hot semen into..." " Mom's little hole, burning Mom's womb. Every time, you always like to put Mom's legs on your shoulders, making Mom's little hole open without reservation.

Then, you rub your penis against Mom's little flesh, until Mom calls you 'Big Dick Brother,' only then will you be willing to insert it into Mom's wet little hole, oh! So beautiful, dear son, your penis is so thick, Mom's little hole is always filled to the brim by you. Every time you thrust, Mom's lustful juices flow out, so comfortable. Big Dick Son, come and fuck Mom, Mom's little hole is wet, it's waiting for you every day. Come on! Big Dick Brother."

Mom's lewd love diary made my blood boil, and my penis was already so hard I almost ejaculated.

I continued reading. The diary entry for May 27th reads:

"Bad son, in my dream last night you made me faint again. When I woke up this morning, my panties were wet again. I couldn't resist running to your room. You were sleeping so soundly, and your penis was so erect, peeking out from your panties, as if it had just been pulled out of my vagina. I went close to it, smelled it, and I really wanted to take off your panties, kiss it, and hold it!

But I could only stay by your side, taking off the panties you wet in my dream, and bringing my still-wet vagina close to your penis. Do you know? It was only a few centimeters away from touching your penis, but you were still asleep. I wanted it so much, so much… My dear son, why aren't you coming over? I'm waiting for you." The

entry for May 31st reads:

"My dear son, today while I was cooking, I wore a completely transparent pair of panties. They were so tiny, they made my pussy feel so tight, and my pubic hair was sticking out from both sides. I was thinking that when you come home, I'll bend over so you can see my pussy from behind. I looked in the mirror, and if I wear these panties and the shortest skirt I can, I can just bend over and you'll see my pussy from behind. I'm so looking forward to it! When you see it, won't you be excited?

Won't you come over and take off my panties ?" "Press Mom down on the sink and rape her from behind. Mom definitely won't resist. She'll let her own son rape his own mother in the kitchen. Oh! Just thinking about this makes Mom's pussy wet again. Mom is waiting for you to rape me, to use your thick, hard cock to thrust into Mom's pussy from behind. But, Mom has already shown you her pussy, why aren't you tempted? Why don't you come and hug Mom?"

Seeing this, I remembered that I had just taken off my contact lenses that day. Although Mom bent over for a long time, I couldn't see anything.

Then I saw June 2nd:

"Today at dinner, Mom deliberately sat opposite you. Mom took off her panties. If you just look under the table, you can see Mom's panties hanging by her feet, see Mom's legs spread open, see Mom's pubic hair, and Mom's pussy that's been waiting for you to fuck it day and night."

June 3rd:

"Today, Mom couldn't resist anymore. Mom put sleeping pills in your milk, and you slept so soundly, you know?

Tonight, Mom took off all her clothes and got into your bed. Mom held you and rubbed your body against Mom's breasts. Mom finally took off your underwear. Your penis is so big! (Mom was really worried that Mom's vagina was too small, but just thinking about when it's going to go inside Mom's vagina makes Mom so happy, as if she can feel the pleasure of her vagina being filled to the brim.) Mom was afraid of waking you, so she only dared to hold it gently and stroke it with Mom's face.

But Mom still couldn't resist and licked your glans with her tongue. So good! Your pubic hair is as thick as Mom's. Mom really wants to see what it looks like when your whole penis is inside Mom's vagina, and our pubic hair overlaps and rubs against each other. You know? Mom held your penis and used one hand to dig into her own vagina, and she came right next to you." Again and again, Mom sat on you, pulling your hand to touch her vulva, rubbing your glans against her labia. So beautiful, so beautiful, Mom almost couldn't resist inserting it inside.

But Mom wanted to wait for you, for you to wake up and watch her spread her legs so you could fuck her with your big cock. This moment, we mother and son, would share. Mom knew it was coming soon. As dawn approached, Mom finally couldn't resist taking your entire cock into her throat, but you moved, so Mom quickly got up and went back to her room. I'm sure you had a beautiful dream, maybe you were fucking Mom in your dream too! When you wake up, you'll find a pool of thick white liquid beside you—that's Mom's love fluid left there. "

Reading this, I suddenly realized, this happened last week, and that day I really was having a wet dream about having sex with Mom!"

Then I saw yesterday's diary entry:

"Big Dick Brother, from now on, Mom will call you that. Who told you to be so naughty? You hugged Mom so tightly today, and your dick felt so good against me. I really want you to fuck Mom right now, but Mom wants you to read my diary first, so you'll know how much I've missed you all year. Then you'll know how much I love you and how much I need you. Mom has decided, I'll show it to you tomorrow. Okay, child, after you've read it, come here. Mom is waiting for you in bed. I've been looking forward to this moment for so long. My little hole is waiting for you to kiss it, waiting for you to gently insert it."

(IV)

Seeing this, I couldn't hold back my ejaculation any longer, but the excitement in my heart wouldn't be satisfied with just that. I quickly stripped off all my clothes, wiped away the semen, and, still erect, ran towards my mother's room.

As soon as I entered her room, I saw my mother lying on the bed, wearing only the same red bikini-style panties she had just worn, her face flushed, her eyes gazing seductively at my naked body.

"Mom, I'm here. Thank you for your hard work," I said, jumping onto the bed and embracing her passionately.

"Mmm...good son...I've been waiting so long for you."

"Mom...I love you...I want you..."

"Mmm...Mom...I've been yours for a long time...you didn't even know...you blockhead..."

"If only Mom had said so earlier."

"How can I say something like this!"

"It's okay, at least we're together now, right, Mom?"

"Yes! Mom is so nervous too, you won't think Mom is lewd, will you?"

"How could I! Mom, I've loved you for a long time, I'm sure you know."

"Mom knows, otherwise, Mom wouldn't dare to be so bold as to ask her son for love."

"Okay, Mom, let's do it! I want to see Mom's pubic hair."

"Hehe! Mom knew it, look! Mom's body is all yours."

I gently kissed Mom's panties, and sure enough, there was a faint fragrance on them.

Then I slowly pulled them down, and we, mother and son, were watching this scene. The scene in Mom's dream, no, I should say, the scene in our mother and son's dream was coming true.

I finally pulled Mom's panties down to her legs, and Mom's thick pubic hair was indeed beautiful.

I really kissed it, and from time to time I used my face to stroke that wonderful touch.

"Mmm...son, Mom's wet."

"So what?"

"Hehe...what do you think?"

"What does Mom think?"

"Big...big cock brother...fuck Mom...okay?"

Without a word, I followed the instructions in Mom's diary, placing her legs on my shoulders. Mom's pussy was indeed red, gushing with lustful fluid.

The moment we mother and son had been waiting for finally arrived. As I approached Mom's pussy with my penis, she trembled with excitement. Slowly, I pressed the head of my penis against Mom's labia.

"Good son...faster...fuck me...fuck me...Mom wants your cock...Mom's pussy can't wait..."
[The End]

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