Obsessed with my mom's mature vagina and beautiful feet

Near the end of my university years, I slept with the owner of a karaoke bar outside the school. She was twelve years older than me. I've always been very interested in mature women who still retain their charm. I think I have a strong Oedipus complex, but I've always avoided these thoughts, probably due to my years of traditional education. I harbor both fear and longing for incest in my subconscious, something I only became aware of later.
My mother eventually found out about my girlfriend, who was twelve years older than me. I think she was a little worried, as this is quite different from Chinese tradition.
She insisted I come home for the weekend. When I got home, a young girl arrived—I've forgotten her name now—and my mother enthusiastically introduced her as a teacher. I've always had a strong sexual interest in teachers; I used to stare at the teachers' breasts when I was in kindergarten.
I thought female teachers should be mature and beautiful women. But she didn't seem like a teacher at all. If the emotion corresponding to an Oedipus complex is a child fetish, I think she fits the description better.
I still remember the sparse armpit hair peeking out from under her sleeveless dress, which made me think that her sex hormones must not be secreted very well. A friend of mine said that his girlfriend (also skinny and with abnormal sex hormone secretion) didn't like him penetrating her vagina; she always wanted him to thrust his penis hard against her clitoris so she could orgasm.
Hearing this, I got the impression that abnormal sex hormone secretion would result in many strange erogenous zones. At that time, I understood from my mother's expression that she wanted to introduce this girl to me as a girlfriend, but I was really afraid she would ask me to penetrate her armpits. It was
already nine o'clock when I saw the girl off, and I still wanted to go back to school. I had heard about my mother's affairs at the factory, and I was afraid that one of her lovers would sneak in late at night, and it would be embarrassing if I caught them.
By then, I wasn't angry with her about such things anymore. My father had gone into business a few years ago and had often stayed out all night. Later, after I read more books, I also knew that one is like a wolf in their thirties and a tiger in their forties.
My mother was at that age, like a wolf and a tiger, so I could understand. If this idiom had been taught in high school, I wouldn't have argued with my mom about it for two years. Now, although I still rarely go home, it's mainly because I don't want to run into those men. I'm not at the point where I can get along with them like nothing's wrong.
The second reason is that I've been preparing for my graduation thesis for a while, and I haven't had sex with the woman from the karaoke bar for two or three weeks. I'm about to explode. Today is the weekend, the karaoke bar is busy, she'll be home late and her husband won't say anything, and I can have some more fun with her in the private room.
I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of ice water. I kept thinking about that woman's plump, fair thighs. I thought she would definitely be wearing black stockings tonight, which made me hard. I needed to cool down.
"Tonight is going to be great," I thought to myself, secretly pleased.
"Zhizhi, Zhizhi," I heard my mom calling me from her room.
"What?" I was thinking about something good and didn't want to be interrupted by my mom.
"Come in," my mom said. I suddenly felt that my mom's voice was a little cloying. I don't know if it's because I'm thinking about sex.
Anyway, it made me even more excited.
My mother was half-reclining on the bed, wearing a black leather skirt and black stockings.
That style seemed particularly fashionable that year; from eighteen- or nineteen-year-old girls to women in their thirties and forties, everyone wore it. But my mother looked absolutely stunning. The leather skirt, almost reaching her thighs, tightly hugged her full hips, and the stockings and skirt were stretched taut by her voluptuous body, making her look incredibly sexy.
My eyes involuntarily drifted away from her legs. I just wanted to find somewhere to satisfy myself as soon as possible; only after ejaculating could I find peace.
I wished I could immediately go to my room and masturbate before
going to my sister-in-law's .
"You seem to have a lot of fun today," my mother asked, leaning against the headboard with half-closed eyes.
"Yes," I replied simply, wanting to end the conversation quickly. I was afraid that if I couldn't help but keep glancing at my mother's thighs, she would notice. I also wanted to get back to my room and satisfy myself first.
"How was the girl today?" my mother asked, smiling at me.
"She's alright." "It seems a bit forced. Lots of people at the factory say she's pretty." Mom seemed dissatisfied with my answer.
"Oh, right, she's really pretty." I really hoped Mom would stop there; I kept my eyes glued to the TV. This probably made Mom realize I wasn't really interested in this, and she seemed a little annoyed.
"What kind of woman do you like? Your standards are so high!" I think Mom knew about me and that woman, but she'd never mentioned it.
"I have my own standards."
"You like older women!" Mom teased me with a laugh.
I didn't know how to answer for a moment. Mom looked at my bewildered expression and giggled.
I felt her tickling me; I was a little ticklish.
I quickly twisted my body to avoid it, and only then did I realize it wasn't my mother's hand, but her foot clad in stockings. I couldn't help but regret why I had moved away. Then, my mother put her foot under my armpit again. I didn't flinch, smiling at her to show I wasn't ticklish. Seeing that it didn't work, she didn't rush to remove her foot, leaving it there. I felt her fleshy sole pressed against my bare skin. Since I was still shirtless at home, I could feel the warmth of her body seeping through the thin stockings and onto my skin. I was incredibly hard; I'd never felt so aroused before. It felt so exciting.
She kept her foot there for several minutes. The room was quiet; we both pretended to be engrossed in watching TV.
After a while, she said, "Zhizhi, can you do Mom a favor? I've been standing all day, and those high heels are practically crushing my feet. It hurts so much. Could you massage them for me?" I turned around and saw her smiling so brightly. There didn't seem to be any sexual implication in her eyes, but she had never let me do this before. I wasn't sure if she was hinting at something. I was a little nervous. "Okay, Mom," I tried to answer casually, but I could clearly hear a tremor in my voice.
Mom smiled as I hurriedly picked up her feet. "Slowly, don't be too rough," she said. I didn't know if she was laughing at my eagerness.
I gently massaged Mom's small feet. They were so soft and boneless, so warm. In fact, Mom's feet had small frames and were fleshy and full, which reminded me of small-seeded lychees.
The slight body odor emanating from her feet further aroused me. I never thought I had a foot fetish like my ancestors.
Maybe it was the incestuous massage that was stimulating me.
I felt my face getting hot. I kept my face towards the TV, my hands stroking and exploring my mother's feet.
"Oh...that's it, it feels so good," my mother said in a slightly nasal, sweet voice.
"Turn around and face me. You're massaging me while watching TV, you're not focused at all."
I think I turned around, my face flushed, to face my mother. She smiled happily, as if she was very satisfied with her masterpiece.
"That's good, otherwise my feet wouldn't be comfortable."
Because she was half-lying down, when I turned around, her other foot was resting on my thigh.
"You seem very professional, you're massaging me so well," my mother said, closing her eyes and enjoying it.
I could secretly peek at her full thighs, and the dark area between her legs under her leather skirt, where the light didn't reach, aroused even more of my imagination. She looked so sexy. I felt that the only standard for judging sexiness was whether or not one could arouse sexual desire.
I was now burning with lust. The beautiful woman before me, still possessing her former charm, and the fact that she was my mother,
only fueled my incestuous
desires. I felt that my mother and I were both testing and seducing each other; this subtle process was more arousing than penetration.
The room was quiet, the TV volume was low, and only my mother's occasional moans, "Mmm... Ah..." Suddenly, I felt her left foot move, gently rubbing downwards along my thigh through my athletic shorts. Gradually, it reached my bare, hairy leg. I felt the warmth of her soft little foot inside her smooth stockings; it felt so good.
"Mmm... Zhizhi," my mother straightened the leg of the foot I was holding, so that her thigh was almost on top of mine. I could see the end of her stockings, and between it and her leather skirt was a section of bare thigh. My mother's thighs were so white and tender, so full. I realized then that what I dreamed about when I had wet dreams as a child was my mother's thighs.
"Oh...it feels so good," Mom groaned, but I didn't know what she meant.
I mustered my courage and slid my trembling hand down her stockings to her thigh. I stared at her; her eyes remained closed.
Her face was flushed, truly like a peach blossom.
Her moist lips were slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of her pearly white teeth. My hand finally reached the end of the stockings. When my hand touched her smooth skin, I felt her body tremble slightly, but she still didn't open her eyes. My hand caressed her bare thigh, while her left leg rubbed against mine. I gently rolled up the stockings and slowly pulled them down. It was a very obscene sexual innuendo; I wanted to see Mom's reaction, to see how much she could tolerate.
She kept her eyes closed, letting me do as I pleased. Even when I pulled the stockings down to where her calves were pressing against my thighs, she cooperatively lifted her leg slightly to make it easier for me to pull them off.
I finally pulled off her stockings. Now we didn't need to hide anything anymore. We both knew this wasn't just a normal mother-son massage or playful interaction; it was incestuous contact. Without hesitation, I held the stockings I'd just removed from my mother's body to my face, inhaling her scent and warmth. My mother, perhaps noticing my lack of movement, opened her eyes. I stared at her, smelling the stockings, and she looked back at me. We gazed at each other, neither of us speaking. She looked at me like that for a long time. Then I put the stockings in my mouth, biting them with my teeth and gently licking them with my tongue. She smiled slightly at me, then closed her eyes again.
I stroked her bare feet, her fleshy soles and each toe. I looked down and saw my penis was already hard, creating a large tent in my athletic shorts.
I deliberately placed my mother's bare foot, which I was massaging, on my penis. Even through my shorts, the soft touch of her bare foot stimulated my hard penis.
My mother seemed to sense something; she opened her eyes, glanced at me (I was staring at her), then shifted her gaze to between my legs, looked for a moment, raised her eyes, smiled slightly at me, and closed them again.
"Keep massaging, Mommy's good girl," my mother said, her voice a little hoarse.
I continued to stroke my mother's little feet. They were so round and smooth, I couldn't help but love them. I suddenly wanted to kiss them, really. I suddenly had a strong desire to suck on my mother's little toes. I gently picked up my mother's feet and rubbed them against my cheek. My mother seemed to know my intentions. She was panting and moaning excitedly...
"Mmm... Oh... Ah..." Her other foot rubbed against my thigh even faster. I knew she was very excited. I stuck out my tongue and gently began to lick her soles. Usually, this would make it itchy, but my mother was in the throes of sexual arousal and didn't feel it. It's like when someone bites another person's flesh during orgasm and doesn't feel pain. People don't feel itchy at this time, right?
My tongue deftly slipped between each of my mother's toes, teasing her relentlessly, which excited her even more. Suddenly, her stockinged foot reached down and pressed against my hard penis, rubbing it back and forth through my shorts. Even through the shorts, I could feel the smooth, warm flesh of her foot, constantly stimulating my penis.
Overwhelmed with excitement, I opened my mouth and took my mother's bare big toe into my mouth, sucking hard.
Stimulated by this, my mother let out a soft "Ah!" I continued sucking on each of her toes, one by one. My mother's other foot thrashed about frantically, trying to find the hem of her shorts.
Suddenly, she slipped her foot inside my shorts, my bare penis pressed against my mother's stockinged foot. She continued to rub my penis, and I could feel the warmth of her fleshy little foot encased in the thin stockings.
I saw the tent in my shorts throbbing violently, my mother's foot and my penis churning inside.
I sucked on my mother's little feet with fascination. Seeing the same ecstatic expression on her face, and her constant, intoxicating moans,
filled the room with a decadent, incestuous atmosphere.
I pulled my penis from the hem of my shorts, rubbing my naked penis against my mother's bare feet. This time, there were no stockings, nothing at all.
My hard penis finally touched my mother's flesh.
My mother clearly felt it; she began to breathe more heavily. I wondered if she had always been this easily aroused, perhaps like me, because the other person was her own son, engaging in the most forbidden incestuous sexual contact, which made the transgression more pleasurable.
I inserted my fingers between my mother's toes and rotated them. I knew my mother liked this. This time, I used my penis instead. Because it was too thick, I couldn't insert it. My mother tried her best to spread her toes, wanting to use them to squeeze her own son's hard penis.
I inserted my penis between each of her toes; her face flushed, her eyes closed, she hummed softly, and her brows furrowed slightly.
[The End]

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