[Chaos During Qingming Festival][The End]

The bus traveled smoothly along the road. Most of the passengers, unable to bear the fatigue of the journey, were either dozing off or fast asleep. In this scene, I felt like the only odd one out.

I had experienced the weariness and pain of life to the fullest in the past month. Those commonplace topics about life, which I didn't understand before, I now truly understood. The things that want to bring you down often come unexpectedly, dousing you with a bucket of cold water when you're riding high. Family troubles, career setbacks, betrayal by friends—these were words I had only encountered in novels before, as if they had all conspired to visit me in just a few dozen days.

"Sir! Sir! The bus has arrived…Sir!"

I was startled by the station attendant's voice, and in a daze, it felt like I had come from hell to earth.

"Oh…Oh…Thank you!"

This wasn't just a formality of politeness; I was genuinely grateful to him for pulling me out of the cycle of self-torture.

After tidying my things, I took a few deep breaths. I couldn't bring these negative things to my mother; I couldn't let her know. In her eyes, I was still that promising young man, the good son she was proud of her whole life.

"Hey, Mom, I'm getting off! Yes... about... um... half an hour to get home." I let her know I was safe as soon as I got off.

"Okay, okay, I know. I've prepared dinner for you. Be careful on the road..."

My mother's voice was very beautiful. She loved to sing when she was young, and everyone in the neighborhood knew it. Even now, she still hums a tune from time to time. The elderly people taking a walk in the square at night must be very familiar with her singing.

"Yeah, I know. Lanlan... um... there's an urgent matter at her workplace, and they even canceled her leave... She can't get away, so I didn't force her to come back. It seems quite urgent..."

I didn't want to mention this woman's name, but I couldn't avoid it.

"Okay... okay... Didn't you tell me yesterday... Mom understands, it's good that you're back!"

So she had already told me? I took a deep breath. Whew, I mustn't forget anything or let anything slip later.

"Okay, Mom, the car's here. I'll hang up now. I'll be home with you right away, hehe..."

After hearing my mother's hearty laughter, I hung up the phone. I hailed a taxi on the street and headed straight home. My mother has always been my safe haven. Even if my wife, friends, and buddies betrayed me, I'm not completely alone. My mother will always stand by my side, giving me support and the love I need.

My hometown is a small county town, pitifully small compared to the big city I live in. Although the streets are wide, there aren't many cars. Traffic jams are unimaginable in my hometown. Soon, the car arrived at the apartment building. My mother lives in an old neighborhood; the style of the buildings is noticeably different from the new residential areas that have sprung up now. Standing on the street, I could vaguely see my home's balcony through the leaves of the sycamore trees. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, making my warm home seem almost dreamlike.

I picked up my backpack and headed home. Reaching the third floor, I hesitated for a moment before gently knocking on the door. It opened quickly. My mother's face beamed with happiness. "Ah, you're back! Quick… put your things down and rest for a bit." She hurriedly took my bag and handed me clean slippers, urging me to change.

Stepping inside, the slight unease I felt a moment ago vanished, replaced by warmth. This was truly my home! Sitting on the sofa, my mother handed me a cup of tea and sat beside me, asking, "How was the journey? Are you tired?"

I sipped my tea. "Not at all! Rushing home to see you, how could I be tired?" Sitting beside my mother, I felt a profound peace. I stopped thinking about my disappointments; my eyes and heart were filled only with this home.

"You're just good at sweet-talking me!" Mom rolled her eyes at me, a smirk playing on her lips.

Mom's 50 years old, well past the age when men's hormones are raging. Perhaps she's even past the age of being called a "mature woman." But right now, her wrinkled face seemed so alluring to me! "How could that be? Who said I only know how to talk?" I put down my cup, reached my left arm behind my back, and wrapped my arms around Mom's back, giving her a tight hug. "I'm your dear son, after all." Such playful words would have been completely out of the mood for me when we were just on the way here. But they came out so naturally.

"Hmm, you're such a naughty thing…" Mom said, annoyed. She pulled her arm away from my shoulder and stood up.

"Wait a minute, okay? Mom's going to finish cooking the last of the dishes. You must be hungry on the way home. Have a good meal when we get home." With that, she turned and headed towards the kitchen.

My mother's cooking has always been my favorite. I lived with her for over a decade during my school years, becoming accustomed to her culinary skills. I even remember when I first went to university, I couldn't stand the cafeteria food and only ate snacks. Despite being quite robust in high school, I became a slender young man in my first year of university.

I put down my cup, got up, and went into my mother's room; the familiar scent wafted towards me. As a child, I was shy and introverted, lacking friends and often bullied. Things only improved as I got older. But then, my father passed away when I was in middle school. I became even more withdrawn, and it was with my mother's encouragement that I slowly emerged from the shadow of grief. Only when I truly grew up did I realize how ridiculous my so-called "pain" was compared to my mother's.

Since my father's passing, my mother and I have slept in the same bed, snuggling together. My mother talks to me a lot—about herself, about my father, about me, about her experiences in life, and about her principles and beliefs. After entering society, I gained a lot of "maturity, composure, and confidence," but also a lot of "advantages" like "being able to adapt to changing circumstances," "being able to handle situations," and "being able to adapt to changing times." On my bedside table is an old photo of my family of three. My mother used to tell me that she hoped I could

experience the family happiness she didn't have. She hoped that I... I wish I could settle down and become a father sooner, so she could enjoy a few more years of happiness with my family.

Being a father… that's what my mother always nags me about. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that my wife doesn't want to have children so soon. In her eyes, a woman who has children loses her youth, and she doesn't want to age so quickly. Thinking about those words now, is it ironic? How ridiculous! How I trusted her so much back then. I can't see the expression on my face now, but I bet it's quite something.

"Xiaobai, go wash your hands, dinner's ready," my mother calls from the doorway.

"Okay, coming right now," I reply, trying to adjust my expression with my back to her. Turning around, I give her a "bright" smile.

At the table, my mother keeps adding food to my plate; the whole table is specially prepared for me. I know that this abundance of food is overflowing with love. My mother eats while watching me, her gaze occasionally lingering on my face.

"Xiaobai, why are you making so many faces while eating?" my mother asks.

"No way! It's you who's staring at me while we're eating. Has your son gotten any better looking or something?" I chuckled, deflecting the question.

"Hurry up and eat. We're eating, why are you talking so much?" My mother's tone softened, ignoring my comment.

After dinner, Mom was clearing the dishes. I wanted to help, but she pushed me away. "You rarely come home, why are you doing chores? Go, go, go..." Mom practically pushed me out of the kitchen.

I wasn't in the mood for anything else, so I moved a stool over and sat down to chat with Mom. It was clear she was in high spirits, doing chores and talking to me simultaneously. I listened as she poured out her life to me, and when she asked about me, I only gave vague answers, sometimes even needing to tell lies to cover it up. People are often like that; to cover up one lie, they tell more and more, until one day they can't hide it anymore. I'd always understood this principle, but only after such a drastic change in my life did I grasp it more deeply. And now, I had no choice but to jump into this abyss myself.

"Mom, let me go for a walk with you," I said.

Mom replied happily, "Great! I usually go out alone, without anyone to accompany me, but today is perfect."

I nodded, "Okay, I'll keep you company today."

We got ready and went out together. It was nearly 7 p.m., and the sky was getting dark, but it was the perfect time for middle-aged couples and elderly people to take a walk. Many people could be seen strolling on the street. When we reached the square, activities had already begun. Some couples were chatting, some elderly couples were dancing together, and others were singing. Many people greeted my mother, and seeing me beside her, they couldn't stop praising her.

"Lanying, you've raised a wonderful son! He's so good-natured and filial. Ah, where can you find a child like that these days!" One compliment after another made my mother very happy. My mother thoroughly enjoyed the praise; the more outstanding others thought I was, the happier she smiled.

The evening of Qingming Festival was still a bit chilly. Seeing that it was almost time, I urged my mother to go home. My mother said goodbye to her friends and took my arm as we walked home.

"Mom, those people kept praising me; it was almost too much for me," I joked.

Mom laughed and said, "What's there to be tired of? My son is always better than others. Over the years, which elder hasn't praised you?"

I shook my head. "Mom, I just feel that I don't spend enough time with you."

Mom said with some dissatisfaction, "Aren't you busy making money? What young person can stay by their mother's side all the time?"

There were few pedestrians on the roadside. Mom gently took my arm, her breasts rubbing against my upper arm. Feeling that softness, I couldn't help but sigh, "I wish I could stay by your side forever."

"Hey, don't you want your darling wife anymore? Mom can't keep you here." I don't know what nerve my words touched, but Mom's tone became somewhat resentful.

I looked around, gently let go of Mom's arm, reached out and hugged her waist, pulling her into my arms. I leaned close to her face and whispered, "Mom, I won't stay with anyone else, I'll always be with you."

Mom seemed a little displeased, struggling slightly as she said, "We're on the street, Xiao... Xiaobai, let go, it's not good for others to see..."

Hearing this, I couldn't let go any longer, instead hugging her even tighter. This time, she became a little anxious, trying to break free from my embrace while softly saying, "I know you're good to me, Mom is content as long as you're happy..."

I looked at Mom's face, slowly moved closer, and gave her a kiss. Then I released her, "Mom, let's go home."

Mom was still clearly flustered, nodding as she looked down at the ground.

As soon as we entered the house, I hugged Mom and whispered in her ear, "Mom, go take a shower." Mom clearly understood what I meant. She murmured "Mmm..." and ran off.

Whew! I sat on the sofa, completely oblivious to the laughter coming from the TV. Thinking back on my past with my mother, having a relationship with her seemed like a natural thing. As a young boy, I naturally had sexual urges. Sleeping with my mother, my restless teenage mind wandered. Before, I would even take advantage of her sleeping to gently touch her thighs while rubbing my penis, thinking she didn't know. The boldest time, I remember, was when my mother was napping. I pulled down my pants, looked at her face, and imagined the AVs I'd watched at a classmate's house and her body. I placed my penis about ten centimeters away from her and rubbed it incessantly. If we hadn't later confessed our feelings, this would probably be one of my proudest achievements.

A while later, my mother came out after showering. She was wearing a yellow bathrobe. The steam made her face flushed, giving her a somewhat alluring look.

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower too, wait a bit," I said, patting her shoulder and whispering in her ear.

"What are you saying? You're just saying bad things," Mom said, but her eyes, crow's feet crinkling at the corners, narrowed, and a smile appeared on her face.

While showering, I fantasized that I could wash away the gloom that had settled in my heart for days. Mom knew that what I had been through must have been even more painful than what I had experienced, and that I was more prone to breakdown and madness. Mom had done so much for me; I couldn't be so heartless.

I put on a white bathrobe and left the bathroom. Mom was in her room, playing on the computer. It was an old laptop I had discarded, which I kept for her to chat online and play some games.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "Mom, what are you doing?"

Mom slowly typed as she replied, "On the forum."

I knew this; Mom often browsed forums, offering advice to netizens with relationship problems. Some of her words were considered inspirational quotes in the community.

I decided not to disturb her for now. I leaned back against the large pillow and picked up a magazine from the bedside table to flip through. Mom loved reading—art, relationships, even sports—she was interested in everything. She once told me that she had two worlds in her heart, one was her own, and the other was me, and the house I occupied in her heart was much, much bigger than the others.

As I gradually became engrossed in the articles in the magazine, a soft body leaned against me. "What are you looking at?" Mom asked.

"Hehe, just browsing. Mom's taste is quite good, these are all excellent articles," I said thoughtfully.

"Hehe, not really. By the way, Xiaobai, I've prepared the things for the tomb sweeping. Let's go see your dad early tomorrow," Mom said, leaning against me.

"Okay, I know, but unfortunately… uh, Lanlan can't come with us." After a few hours of adjustment, I could finally remain calm.

Mom hesitated, then said, "It's alright, you know, she… uh… Xiaobai, in my eyes, she's always been an outsider."

At this moment, what could I do but smile bitterly to myself? She really was an outsider. Sigh…

Mom leaned against me, watching me read, her eyes filled with a hint of infatuation and spring-like longing. Her hands wrapped around my waist from the front, pulling me close. She turned to the side and kissed my neck. With a soft nasal sound, Mom kissed my neck and cheek. I put my book aside and quietly enjoyed her tenderness.

After a while, her movements gradually became more vigorous, from gentle kisses to licking kisses. Her tongue roamed over my neck and would occasionally lick my cheeks.

Mom especially loved kissing me; it was a habit I'd maintained since we started having sex. In her mind, kissing was the most intimate way to express love.

My mother's hands lifted my bathrobe, revealing my naked upper body. After losing weight during university, I maintained a regular exercise routine and once had an enviable physique. With the development of work and increased social engagements, opportunities to exercise became increasingly rare. My former six-pack abs were now only vaguely visible, and my chest muscles were no longer as defined. While I wasn't as athletic as before, my physique was still acceptable. My mother's tongue slowly licked my chest, her hands untying the bathrobe's belt and pulling it off completely. Then she stroked my thighs.

I felt my nipples being sucked by my mother; her tongue was incredibly skillful, kneading, squeezing, tapping, and pressing – a skill I found quite impressive. "Mom, you're licking me so well," I said, stroking my mother's freshly washed, smooth hair.

My mother looked up. "Then don't make a sound, Mom will take good care of you." She then bent her tongue down, licking around my navel, while her hands caressed my inner thighs and grasped my scrotum. I gently began to play with it.

I felt my penis slowly engorging and growing larger, and my body began to heat up.

"Mom, let me lie down." I removed the pillow behind my back, lay flat on my back, and spread my legs to accommodate my mother's movements. My mother massaged around my genitals with one hand, and held my already erect penis with the other, stroking it up and down. My mother controlled the rhythm perfectly; the massage soothed my lower body, and the unhurried movements of her hands allowed my penis to slowly find its rhythm and reach its maximum hardness.

Actually, it wasn't necessarily because my mother's technique was particularly skillful. What I understood was the word "love." People call the act of men and women having sex "making love." Making love, as the name suggests, is inseparable from love. Purely for the release of desire cannot reach the source of true pleasure. In my mother's actions and expression, I could feel that love.

When my penis was almost ready, my mother patted my chest and said, "Xiaobai, stand up." I propped myself up and stood up. My thick, long penis stood erect, its glans like a ripe plum, a purplish-red color, hard and erect in the air. Dark scrotum hung below, two heavy testicles clearly visible. My penis, when fully erect, could reach 16 centimeters, not as exaggerated as in pornographic novels, but I was quite satisfied with this size. My

mother knelt before me, holding my penis in her hand, glancing up at me, "Son…son's penis is so powerful." A strong sense of lust spread across her face. Kneeling to give me oral sex had become a habit for my mother, and I enjoyed it. As a man, I naturally had a desire to conquer women, to completely subjugate the woman beneath me. Even with my mother, this desire remained.

And my mother was a woman with mild SM tendencies, something I gradually discovered during sex. My mother loved kneeling to give me oral sex; in her words, it made her feel completely mine at that moment.

After licking my penis back and forth with her tongue for a while, Mom slowly took my purplish-red glans into her mouth. Her tongue teased my glans and urethral opening, while her hands cupped and rubbed my testicles. I stood there enjoying Mom's service, closing my eyes and feeling the pleasure of her tongue.

Gradually, Mom took my penis deeper into her mouth, her head swaying back and forth as she swallowed and released it. The speed increased. After more than a hundred strokes in her mouth, Mom was panting, her forehead covered in sweat, and the speed of her strokes gradually slowed down. Having been without sex for more than a month, I actually felt a faint urge to ejaculate under Mom's diligent service.

"Mom, let's stop for now. Let's rest for a while," I said gently, pulling my penis out of Mom's mouth.

Mom hummed in agreement, then wrapped her arms around my chest and snuggled closer.

I hugged my mother and laughed, saying, "Mom, you just licked me so hard I almost came." My left hand went to the belt of her bathrobe and untied it, while my right hand pulled it off from behind and tossed it aside. "Mom, stand up, let me see you."

"What's there to see? It's been so many years." Despite saying that, my mother still stood up from my embrace.

My mother, now 50, no longer had the figure of a young woman. She had excess fat around her waist, and her breasts were no longer perky, but hung down like sacks. Her nipples were somewhat dark, but the areolas were not very dark, spreading evenly around them. At this age, a woman's skin has basically lost its elasticity, and the flesh on her waist and buttocks is somewhat loose. My mother's buttocks are one of my favorite parts. Although they are no longer as perky as they were in her youth, they are still quite full and slightly elastic.

"Mom, turn around, let me see your big buttocks." I pulled my mother's body to turn around. My hands touched my mother's buttocks; the soft flesh felt wonderful to the touch. I gently patted them twice, causing a ripple of flesh.

"Good son, you can hit harder if you want..." my mother said very softly. But these words were a clear signal that she was already quite aroused. My mother liked me to do some light SM with her; I hadn't tried anything more intense, and of course, I wouldn't try those things on her.

"Hehe, Mom, what do you want me to do?" I hugged my naked mother, pinning her beneath me, and asked softly.

"Hit me, hit me, hit me harder, hit my butt..." my mother's face was flushed, her voice urgent.

I got up, rolled my mother over, and made her lie face down on the bed. My hands kneaded my mother's large buttocks, then suddenly raised my right hand and slapped down hard. "Slap... slap..." The crisp sound of my slap echoed. My mother buried her head in the sheets, and although she didn't make a sound, my body trembled slightly under my slaps. My mother's big buttocks were turning red from my slaps.

After more than 20 slaps, I rubbed my semi-erect penis against her plump buttocks. The red buttocks, still red from the slaps, looked even more lewd against the backdrop of my glans. My mother clearly couldn't handle the stimulation. "Ah... um... good son..." she called out, her voice rising in pitch.

I turned my mother over, spread her legs apart, and brought my hand close to her vulva, blowing hot air onto her thick pubic hair. My mother's two thick labia were slightly dark and turned outwards, a true butterfly vulva. The thick pubic hair formed an inverted triangle on her vulva, making it even more alluring. I stretched out my right hand and slightly parted my mother's labia, revealing the deep red flesh inside. I took a deep breath, the unique scent of my mother's vulva wafting towards me.

Older women, due to the frequency of sex, often have a slightly unpleasant odor in their vulva. Because of my father's early death, although I later had a relationship with my mother, she limited the frequency due to my age until I entered university, but even then, I didn't spend much time with her. Therefore, my mother didn't actually have a normal sex life like most women. Consequently, her genitals didn't have an unpleasant odor, only the sensual, fishy smell of a mature woman. I smelled her scent and stuck out my tongue, slowly licking her vulva.

Although my 50-year-old mother hadn't gone through menopause, she still needed sufficient lubrication for sex. After a few light licks, I bit down on her vulva, infatuated with it, frantically nibbling. My mother pressed my head down with her hands, calling out, "Ah…so good…good son, hurry…eat your mother's vulva…"

Her vulva became increasingly wet, and with my sucking, the fluid flowed into my mouth, which I then swallowed. I raised my head and placed my tongue, carrying the scent of her vaginal fluid, near her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck, stuck out her tongue, and we embraced tightly, our lips and tongues meeting, conveying our love.

After a long while, our lips parted. My mother looked at me tenderly and whispered, "Son, call me." I put my hands behind her back, my fingers sliding back and forth between her buttocks. "Wife, I want to fuck your cunt." Whenever we made love, when my mother heard me call her "wife," she would involuntarily reach orgasm with each thrust.

Touched by my gentle caresses and teasing, my mother couldn't help but let out wanton moans of "Mmm~ Mmm~ Mmm~ Mmm~ Mmm~ Mmm~," her beautiful almond-shaped eyes slowly opening. Looking at me, embracing her naked body, gently caressing her, her eyes filled with love, she couldn't help but smile faintly. This expression, however, was extremely alluring to me. My

already rock-hard penis, pressed against my mother's body, rubbed against her labia a few times before slowly inserting the head into her cunt. Feeling my hardness, my mother bent her legs and clamped them around my waist. We began in the most traditional position.

My mother's vagina wasn't as tight as a young girl's, nor as wet as a mature woman's. But it had a unique charm when I thrust into her. This was the place where I was born, the place that brought me into this world. And now, my sex toy was swaggering inside her, expressing its gratitude in the most primal way.

Between my mother's legs, in that thick, dark forest, my hard, thick, dark penis was clearly visible, thrusting in and out relentlessly with the swaying of my hips. And on my face was a satisfied, lewd smile, my hard, thick penis thrusting powerfully in and out of my mother's vagina, seemingly with a sense of conquering pleasure, watching with satisfaction as my mother moaned beneath me, "Ah... ah... um... husband, fuck... fuck me..."

I held my mother's waist, thrusting forcefully into her vagina and cervix again and again, while my other hand roughly kneaded her breasts. My mother's breasts changed shape at will in my hands. Her eyes gradually rolled back, and the restraint she had maintained in suppressing loud moans began to crumble. Her mouth opened, emitting incoherent cries of "...ah...ah...oh...ah!...fuck...me..." Patches of red began to spread across her body; I knew this was the prelude to her orgasm.

I picked her up, and my thick penis thrust deeply into the depths of her vagina. I began to thrust and shake vigorously. Suddenly, my mother let out a loud moan that sounded like a mixture of joy and tears. Her expression was dazed yet filled with intense satisfaction. Her hair swayed wildly with each thrust, and her small mouth, like a fish out of water, inhaled and moaned loudly.

"Mom...go all out and have your climax...trust me, I can give you it!...I love you!..." "Ah!...I know you're good to me!...Oh my god...you're so amazing...yes...right here...son...deeper!!...ah!...ah?...don't be too hard...please...I can't take it...it feels so good so fast...I want more...um...ah?ahhhhhhh!!!!..." "Mom, I'm going to shoot inside your pussy, ah..." I shouted, thrusting my cock rapidly.

"Ah!...shoot...Mom lets you hold your son..."

My face turned excited and forceful. He thrust hard, deeply inserting his thick cock into the deepest part of my mother's vagina, relentlessly ejaculating semen at the cervix. Her whole body convulsed and trembled uncontrollably until she had fully enjoyed the pleasure and satisfaction of ejaculation, then she pulled her cock out forcefully.

From Mom's still-open vagina, a mixture of thick, yellow semen and vaginal fluid was flowing out in large quantities, quickly spreading across the bed.

I smiled contentedly and leaned down to gently kiss my mother, who was still breathing softly with her eyes closed.

"Mom, how is it? Does it feel good?" I asked softly.

"So much...it feels so good, like I'm going to heaven! Good son, Mom loves you!" Mom opened her eyes, filled with desire, and looked at me lovingly.

Then, she slowly sat up, pulled a tissue from the bedside table, and wiped her flushed vulva from my penetration.

"Mom, what you just said, is it true?" I asked, leaning against the headboard.

Mom threw the tissue into the trash can and replied, "You've been married for years, but you don't have any children. I've been thinking about having a baby so they can keep me company. I... I can still have children, but ultimately it's impossible."

"Mom, you... don't think too much... I'll definitely give you a grandson, it should... it should be soon, right?" I was deeply moved; Mom was even willing to have a child for me!

Mom turned around and hugged my neck. "Xiaobai, when you came back this time, I could tell you had something on your mind, and it was quite unusual. Since you didn't want to tell me, I won't ask you anything more. But you have to tell Mom that you can definitely handle it, right?"

I was shocked. So Mom had already seen through me. How ridiculous that I thought I was hiding it so well, thinking I wouldn't cause her any trouble. I shook my head to clear my mind, met her eyes, and said, "Mom, believe me, I'm as strong as you."

"Yes, my own son, I know!" Mom kissed me on the lips.

I pulled my mother closer, lay down, and let her sit on me, saying, "Mom, let me serve you!"

Mom understood what I meant, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. She stood up, her back to me, legs spread on either side of my head, slowly lowered herself, spread her thighs with her hands, and sat on my head, saying excitedly, "Husband...husband, suck my ass."

Mom's anus was right above my nose, surrounded by dark brown folds and messy anal hairs. I touched Mom's anus with my tongue and then scraped back and forth.

The anus seemed to be a shared G-spot for both of us; we both enjoyed the stimulation. Mom enjoyed my tongue, and leaned down, running her fingers around my anus. Her left hand dabbed some of her vaginal fluid and saliva, while her right fingers squeezed my anus. My lower body trembled slightly; Mom's stimulation was just right.

With both hands, I helped to further separate my mother's large buttocks, slowly inserting my fingers inside, while my tongue licked back and forth incessantly. Feeling the swelling in my rear, I knew my mother's fingers were inside, inserted into my anus. I let out a long breath, a groan escaping my throat uncontrollably. Hearing my groan, my mother's fingers inside my anus quickened their pace, while her middle finger also parted my back door and squeezed in. Enjoying the service of my mother's two fingers, I could only lick my mother's genitals even more frantically, so that I wouldn't make too much noise.

The mother and son on the bed, in a 69 position, were servicing each other's anuses, their bodies trembling incessantly. Finally, I surrendered first, picking up my mother with both hands, standing up, and bringing my somewhat limp penis to my mother's mouth. My mother swallowed it whole and quickly began to stroke me. At this moment, lust was high, and my penis quickly became erect. The 16-centimeter thick penis was a bit too much for my mother, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.

I picked up my mother, made her lie face down, raised my hand, and slapped her buttocks. "You slut, stick your ass up!"

For a long time, my mother disliked me calling her that, so I rarely used that term. It wasn't until her vagina, which was gradually loosening, could no longer satisfy me and she agreed to anal sex that each time I touched her G-spot, the crude words I uttered gave her maximum satisfaction.

My mother obediently stuck out her sexy, large buttocks, and said in a somewhat seductive tone, "You slut, I want my son to fuck me...fuck me to death." I raised my large penis, aimed it at my mother's anus, squeezed the head of my penis against her rectum, and inserted it. Compared to her vagina, my mother's anus was much tighter and warmer. The head of my penis enjoyed the pleasure of the narrow passage inside her rectum.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore, my ass feels so...good. Husband, fuck me, fuck my...my cunt's...asshole..." The mother was far more aroused than before during anal sex.

Feeling the warmth in her asshole, I slowly sped up, my thick cock thrusting in and out of her anus. The mother felt an unprecedented fullness and couldn't help but moan, "Ah ah~ Oh oh~ Oh~ Ah~ Ah ah~ Oh~"

I watched as Xiong saw my mother's unusually wanton state and asked, "Mom! Are you enjoying this?" My mother gasped, "So...so big...your...your is so big...ah~oh~fuck...fuck my asshole...so good...so comfortable~oh~, hitting the spot~it's killing me~fuck me to death~ah~I'm dying~ah ah ah..."

"Mom, call me...husband, ah..."

My mother swayed her hips, "Dear...dear husband...quick...quickly give...me...I want...I want a big cock...husband...fuck...fuck..."

Ah, these games I never usually played, I used them all with the intense thrusting. The stimulation of my mother's asshole and her words made me lose control, and my big cock thrusting into my mother's asshole faster and faster. Each time, my two heavy testicles slammed onto my mother's fat buttocks.

My mother's hands could no longer support her body, and she leaned on the bed, enjoying the rapid and powerful thrusting of my cock. Her body trembled incessantly, and my mother had another orgasm. My mother's body spasmed even more violently, and the flesh of her buttocks and thighs were shaking incessantly. "...Uh...ah...ah..." Mom's speech was somewhat incoherent, and it was impossible to understand what she was saying.

After Mom recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm, I resumed my thrusting motion into her anus. The warm, moist rectum quickly made me lose control.

"Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~" Occasionally, sounds came from Mom's mouth beneath me. The distorted sounds vaguely indicated some pain.

"Ah...Mom, I'm going to cum again...Mom...ah..." I thrust a few times forcefully, pulled out my rock-hard penis, turned Mom over, and inserted my penis into her mouth, starting to move vigorously. Mom cooperated well, her head also moving in and out.

"Ah...ah..." With my cries, thick streams of semen spurted from my penis. Mom's mouth enveloped my penis, receiving the essence gushing from my trembling penis. Soon, white fluid overflowed from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the sheets.

After ejaculating, I slowly withdrew my somewhat softened penis. My mother's mouth was full of my semen. She glanced at me, slightly opened her mouth, and let me see the thick, white fluid inside. With a swallow, she swallowed the semen in her mouth, gently wiped her lips, and smiled at me. She said, "Son's stuff tastes pretty good."

My mother and I were both drenched in sweat; this lovemaking had almost drained us both. My mother nestled in my arms and said, "I feel so happy. Every time I do this with you, I feel so happy. My good son, I'm so glad to have you in my life!"

I stroked my mother's soft breasts and comforted her, "What are you saying, Mom? There are many good days ahead. Be content now! I will make you even more satisfied and happier in the future!"

"Mmm, mmm..." My mother confided in me like a lover. And I did my best to please her. With my comforting touch, my mother fell into a deep sleep. Looking at my mother's face and reflecting on my own life, I suddenly felt a ray of light pierce through the gloom. Life is a journey, and I'm only at a small station now; the scenery ahead awaits me!

Postscript:
My mother placed yellow chrysanthemums before my father's grave and stood there for a long time. She lowered her head, lost in thought. I stayed with her until four in the afternoon. Two people, so dear to each other, stood in silence for a long time in the chilly air.

By our twenties, I think everyone has experienced the pain of separation by death—family, close friends, their voices and smiles, never to be seen again. This ultimate sorrow and helplessness can only be truly understood by those who have experienced it. Yet, in every brightly lit metropolis, there is a sadness you cannot see. In the end, before such immense sorrow, words are so pale and powerless. Father, I hope you are doing well in heaven. Occasionally, you look down on us on earth through gaps in the clouds, like a swarm of ants, busy and preoccupied.

Compared to the pain of losing life, all the setbacks I have encountered are insignificant. As long as you live a peaceful life, you can still pursue what you want. Everything will pass, won't it?

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