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The morning sun had already illuminated the white curtains. Beside the white curtains, a woman in her thirties
lay with her legs wide open, and male semen was still flowing from her genitals. A boy of only seventeen or eighteen years old lay on
top . The two of them were motionless, like the dead. Or perhaps they had fallen into a deep sleep, paralyzed from the intense battle. Why
were two people of such different ages lying on the same bed?

Heh...heh, the story begins!

My father had already passed away before I was born. I now live with my mother, who is a
doctor. We live happily together. Our house has four bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom,
a toilet, and a kitchen.

As I get older, I often feel an unbearable heat, and my penis often becomes erect automatically.
My mother, although 38, still retains her charm. She has a classic oval face, arched eyebrows, a straight, delicate
nose, rosy lips, and high, full breasts. Her walk, combined with her pert, round buttocks and long, shapely legs,
often results in traffic accidents happening around her. She might accidentally bump into a lamppost, or, while driving, she might not look ahead and
hit pedestrians or even kiss oncoming cars.

My mother doesn't seem to care much about me; she often runs around in her pajamas in front of me,
laughing and joking. Facing such a radiant mother, my desire intensifies, and I
also harbor a secret fear. I know that as people grow older, they will eventually separate, but I really don't
want to be separated from my mother.

Sometimes, I would look at my mother longingly and ask, "Mom, can we live
together and never be apart?"

My mother would laugh and gently pinch my cheek, "Silly child, when you grow up you'll get married and won't
remember your mother anymore."

I would blush and protest, "I don't want a wife! I just want to live with Mom forever
."

My mother would hug me and laugh, "Silly child! How can a man not want a wife? Mom
wants to be with you forever too, but Mom can't be your wife."

I was very confused. Why couldn't my mother be my wife? As the days passed and I
grew up, I finally understood why my mother couldn't be my wife, but the desire in my heart burned even more
fiercely. My beautiful mother had always been the object of my sexual fantasies. My first masturbation was a fantasy of holding my mother's
snow-white, plump buttocks from behind and thrusting into her until I ejaculated.

One night, late at night, I got out of bed to use the restroom and passed by the study.
I noticed a soft light emanating from the half-open door, along with faint moaning sounds. Thinking my mother must be sick, I casually
called out softly.

Perhaps my voice was too soft, for there was no response. So I gently pushed the door open to check. Just as I assumed my mother
had fallen asleep from exhaustion due to her illness, what greeted my eyes was a scene that stirred my soul and made my blood boil
!

"Oh my!" I could hardly believe my eyes. I

never imagined that my usually serious, polite, elegant mother would be lying naked on her desk like this.
Her purple work skirt, matching bra, and panties had all fallen onto the carpet. Her delicate hands were
kneading her full, plump breasts, the cleavage of her breasts bulging out between her fingers, looking exceptionally smooth and tempting
under , making me want to bite them. Her other hand was gently stroking her swollen vulva.

Although the light and distance prevented me from seeing the whole vulva, it wasn't hard to tell that her middle finger, which was pressing
against and swirling around, was pressing against her sensual clitoris.

Two long, slender, pink legs were spread wide, her slightly pink hair was disheveled and cascading, her
alluring eyes were tightly closed, and she uttered seductive moans: "Ah...it itches...it itches so much...hum...big cock...I want
...I want it..."

Her flawless, soft body swayed and trembled, her snow-white, mature
buttocks dancing wantonly towards the door, completely exposed before my eyes.

This scene made this virile young man's heart flutter and his mouth freeze. Although his conscience was condemning
his indecent act of spying on his mother, he couldn't bear to look away. Even though the person in front of him was his own
mother, how could anyone miss such a beautiful, wanton, naked body!

At that moment, Mom suddenly let out a high-pitched moan: "Oh...no...it's...it's coming
..."

Mom's waist arched upwards, her whole body convulsed, and a large gush of slightly
milky-white , overflowing like a burst dam, running down the desk
and onto the carpet, soaking a large patch. Her plump, protruding vulva, which she was encasing in her small hands, thrust forward with all her might.

This lewd and decadent scene made even my manhood harden; my glans throbbed with an
unprecedented, unbearable, explosive sensation. And here before me, naked and lying before me, lay a beautiful, mature
woman —my beloved mother, with whom I had long harbored incestuous thoughts? If it weren't for my remaining moral compass and
reverence for my mother, I believe I would have long since lost control and rushed into the room to commit that unforgivable act…

I quickly retreated, the scene of that arousing, blood-pumping erotic play deeply etched in my
mind , and I began to form my own ideas.

One night, I finally mustered the courage to ask her to sleep together. At first, she refused, but after a
little coaxing, she ignored me. Once my mother was asleep, I did what I did when I was a child: I placed my feet on top of her. The difference
was, when I was a child, it was for comfort, and now it was for my little brother's comfort.
I gently shook my mother twice, but she didn't move, only breathing deeply.

I placed my left foot on top of her right foot, and my little brother against her left thigh. It felt so good!
I closed my eyes and gently swayed and rubbed myself, finding it much more comfortable than using my hands.
In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated, feeling incredibly good. I fell asleep on top of my mother like that.

The next morning, I glanced at my shorts a little guiltily, worried my mom would find out, but nothing seemed amiss; it was hot, plus...
The fan dried it long ago.

For the next few nights, I would take advantage of my mother's sleep and lie on top of her to relieve myself. My mother didn't know. Since
I had stopped masturbating, I slept very soundly after relieving myself on her legs each night. My mother
was a little bothered by me lying on her every morning when she woke up, but if I sweet-talked her, she wouldn't mind.

One night, I lay on top of my mother again, my penis rubbing against her thighs, my hands holding
her breasts, gently stroking them. My mother's breasts slowly hardened, and her breathing became rapid,
but she still didn't wake up. After a long time, I felt a tingling sensation in my spine, my penis twitched violently, and I ejaculated.

But I still felt unsatisfied. I lay on top of my mother again, but my crotch was wet and uncomfortable.
I got up, took off my shorts, threw them on the bedside table, and, naked, wanted to lie on top of my mother again.

But then Mom suddenly bent her left leg, which startled me. I thought she had woken up, but she was still
breathing soundly as if she were asleep.

Looking closer, I realized my shorts had fallen to her feet, and the wet crotch was pressed against her
leg. She felt uncomfortable, so she bent her leg. But now I couldn't keep pressing down on her
. I wanted to put her leg down, but I was afraid to do so too hard, lest I wake her. I couldn't put it down, and
I was sweating profusely, staring at her knee, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, I looked at the back of her knee and had an idea. I put my penis between her
knees , inserted it, held her calf with my left hand and her thigh with my right,
and gently lifted her leg, pressing it slightly inwards to clamp my penis. Then I gently began to thrust.

Ah, those beautiful legs clamping my penis felt so good! I thought to myself, this is what sex really feels like,
much better than just lying on my mom's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Watching the flesh of her beautiful legs ripple and swell with each thrust
was so stimulating!

After about a hundred thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. A rapid stream of milky white semen sprayed out, a
small portion landing on the sheets, and the majority on my mom's other snow-white leg.

I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me, and I gently released my mom's thighs. Perhaps because I had bent
her legs for too long, she straightened them as soon as I let go. I lay on
top of her without even putting on my shorts and fell asleep as usual.

The next morning, I found myself wearing shorts, not the ones from the night before. My mom
looked at me with a slightly strange expression. My mom is always the first one up in our house every morning; she makes breakfast before waking me.

I was stunned. "Mom must have found out!"

Of course she did. There was a large yellowish substance on my legs and the sheets when I woke up, and I was naked
on top of her.

After breakfast, Mom sighed and said to me, "Honey, you need to focus on your studies and not think about anything else.
Your task now is to study hard."

I lowered my head and nodded. Mom seemed to want to say something, but she didn't. I quickly finished my breakfast
and practically ran off to school. I didn't dare think about anything today...

For several days, I didn't dare to sleep on top of Mom, let alone touch her legs. But after a week, I
couldn't hold back anymore; holding back for a week was really unbearable.

That night, I guessed Mom was asleep, so I gently touched her. There was no response, so I
impatiently pressed myself against her and rubbed my penis against her.

This time, I didn't dare to use her legs to penetrate her vagina like last time. After I ejaculated three times, my crotch was
completely soaked. After I finished, I fell asleep immediately. Now, I dare not sleep on top of Mom again.

I had just fallen asleep when I suddenly felt someone pulling down my pants. I groggily opened my eyes and saw it
was my mother. I was instantly jolted awake; my pants were covered in semen!

I stammered, "Mom..."

My mother snorted, tossed a clean pair of underwear onto my bare penis, and whispered,
"Put it on yourself. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Then she took my wet, semen-stained underwear
to the bathroom. So, Mom wasn't asleep...

The next morning, I secretly glanced at Mom. She seemed the same as usual. It seemed she
wasn't angry with me, which meant I could still...

So tonight, I couldn't wait to press myself against Mom again. This time, I didn't even bother to check if she was asleep
. I had thought it through during the day. I'm the most beloved son in the family, my studies make Mom happy, and my
performance at school makes her proud in front of relatives and friends. Even if Mom wasn't happy, she wouldn't be too angry.

If she were, she would have given me a good scolding for the time I sprayed semen on her legs. Sure enough, when I pressed myself against my mother's
legs, she moved slightly, but then gave in.

I pressed my penis tightly against her thigh, nestled my head near her ear, inhaling her scent, and
wrapped my left arm around her waist (I was sleeping on her left side), moving rhythmically. Slowly, my
hand moved up her waist, eventually reaching her breasts. My mother tensed up immediately, and
with a "smack," she slapped my hand away.

I touched her again, and she slapped it away again, so I had no choice but to obediently hold her waist and move back and forth on her full thighs
. My mother closed her eyes, remaining motionless and letting me do as I pleased. Every night, my mother
let me hold her, using her beautiful legs to release my pent-up desire. Afterwards, she would get out of bed to get me a clean pair of underwear to change into, and take
the dirty ones to soak and wash the next day. I had to wear two pairs of underwear every day, which was really annoying.

Finally, after falling asleep one night, I hugged my mother again, wanting to do it, but she wouldn't let me. She whispered, "No more tonight, you
'll get wet and won't have any pants to change into."

I panicked and hugged her, whispering, "Mom, but I feel uncomfortable, let me do it."

My mother firmly refused and pushed me away. I had no choice but to go to sleep, but I was used to
relieving myself before sleeping every night, and now how could I sleep like this? I tossed and turned, my little brother almost
bursting through my underwear.

Seeing me like this, my mother thought I couldn't sleep without relieving myself, so she said, "Mommy...
how about I help you with my hand?"... Her voice trembled, her expectant and shy eyes tempting me.

In the bedroom, my mother turned on the bedside lamp, dimmed the light, and sat on the edge of the bed, at a loss. I stood...
I gently pulled down my underwear in front of my mother, too shy, my penis was limp. Having come this far, I couldn't hesitate.

I mustered my courage and pulled my mother's hand over to grasp my penis…

My mother turned her head to the side, her slender fingers encircling and stroking my penis. Her nails were
neatly , the calluses on her fingers worn away, making them translucent.

Her warm, jade-like hand held my penis, her white, tender fingers gently gliding over the glans. A sensation like an electric current
coursed through my penis and throughout my body, and it quickly became erect. My mother was surprised by the size of my penis and turned
her head , her face full of doubt.

One small hand could only grasp half of it; after a slight hesitation, the other small hand joined in, the two hands
stroking , and soon my penis was throbbing with veins, pulsating in my mother's warm little hand.

"Baby, is this how it is?"

"Oh, Mom, you did a great job..." Strangely enough, at this moment I felt more of a satisfied
excitement. Mom's caresses became more and more ecstatic, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, but I had no
desire to ejaculate for a long time. "Mom, I want to do it on your feet..."

"So many tricks? Really..." Mom glanced at me shyly, her expression a little strange, but
she still leaned back on the bed.

I grasped Mom's fair, jade-like feet and pulled them in front of me, my penis rubbing against the smooth instep, drawing
circles of sticky fluid. Such beautiful, tender little feet, no wonder the ancients called women's feet "golden lotuses."
The skin was thin, white, and tender, and the blue veins under the skin were faintly visible.

I brought Mom's soft soles together and clamped my penis between them, making thrusting motions. The lines of her soles rubbed against the foreskin, and
the pleasure grew stronger with each wave. Mom was ticklish and gently giggled as she pulled her legs back, but I stubbornly grabbed her ankles and pulled them
back.

My glans darted between her delicate toes, and my mother's shoulders trembled with laughter. I longed
to suck on her toes, but I didn't dare. After playing with my mother's beautiful feet to my heart's content, my glans swelled as if it were about to explode. I

took a step forward, kneeling on the bed, and placed my penis against my mother's cheek. My mother knew I was about to ejaculate
and quickly grabbed some paper to soak up all my thick semen.

In one night, I had lustfully touched my mother's slender hands, jade feet, and beautiful legs. This was just the beginning; I wanted to slowly devour
my mother 's body bit by bit until I possessed her entire body...

As the saying goes, once you've tasted the marrow, you'll crave more. A few days later, I was no longer satisfied with just bending my mother's feet for vaginal penetration. After I made
various excuses and insisted, my mother helped me masturbate and wore very sexy clothes,
exposing her arms and beautiful legs to my gaze. We had developed a subtle understanding; a glance or a gesture
would into the bedroom. My mother no longer avoided my penis; sometimes she would stare at it intently, even forgetting to masturbate.

I wasn't satisfied with just using my mother's hands; ravaging her beautiful little mouth became my next target. I
thought of a plan, and today my mother had her hair piled up high like a ballerina, as if
she had prepared it specifically for me to perform oral sex.

It was still early after dinner, and my mother hadn't changed out of her pajamas yet, wearing a sundress that exposed
a large expanse of her snow-white back. On her feet were a pair of small sandals; my mother knew I liked her beautiful feet, so she took special care of them, painting
her toenails a layer of rose-colored nail polish, making them exceptionally sexy. I couldn't wait any longer, so I gave my mother a hint and
stood in front of her, unbuckling my belt.

"Hmph! So eager..." My mother glanced at me shyly, her small hands simultaneously grasping my penis. Her soft
fingers were already very familiar with the penis in her grasp, slowly stroking it up and down, with light and gentle pressure.

"Ugh... Mom..." I suppressed my urge...

"Mom... I need to pee a little..."

"Go away..." My mother knew I wanted to enjoy the caresses of her fingers a little longer, so she deliberately made an excuse! But she
didn't say anything.

I rushed into the bathroom and masturbated, fantasizing about raping my mother in various lewd positions . My
penis, already aroused by her, ejaculated quickly. I carefully washed away the remaining fluid and returned to my mother's side.

"Why did you take so long?" My mother asked suspiciously.

"I was so swollen and uncomfortable, I couldn't pee for ages," I lied, and my mother chuckled.

"Let's go to Mommy's bedroom!" I looked at my mother's lips, feeling a surge of excitement.

"Hmm, it's hard to get it out today..." My mother masturbated for a while, and her penis did get erect, but
she didn't feel the urge to ejaculate so quickly. After a few masturbations, my mother wasn't as shy as the first time, and she
leaned closer to examine my penis.

"I don't know why, maybe I've gotten used to Mommy's fingers?" I tried to find a reasonable
explanation.

"If it really doesn't work, let's do it tomorrow..." My mother seemed to want to give up.

"How can that be? I'm so uncomfortable like this..." I was getting closer to my goal, and I
could clearly hear my heart pounding.

"Mommy, use your mouth to help me get it out?"

"You little rascal... I'm not coming..." Mom's shy expression returned.

The previous times, I deliberately rubbed the head of my penis against the corner of Mom's mouth, as if I wanted to crawl inside. How could
Mom not know what I wanted to do? She knew I would have this kind of inappropriate thought sooner or later. Today it finally came, but
she was a little flustered.

"Mommy, I can use your hands and feet, why can't I use your mouth? Please, Mommy...

" I persisted, cupping Mom's cheeks in my hands. Mom's head was tilted back by me, and her lips were
just inches away from the head of my penis.

"Okay, but this is the first time I've helped someone like this, you..." Mom's throat bobbed, and she said softly
with her eyes closed , her expression extremely cute.

"Then Mommy, be careful to open your little mouth..." Hearing that this was Mom's first time, I excitedly cupped
Mom's burning face and squeezed the thick head of my penis into Mom's little mouth. The corners of Mom's mouth were stretched wide open,
the temperature rose sharply, and even her neck turned red.

I held my mother's head, gently thrusting my hips, pumping in and out of her mouth. My mother seemed
somewhat humiliated; her head twitched slightly, but I held it firmly.

"Mom, lick it for me with your tongue!" My mother opened her mouth wide, taking a portion of my penis in, her tongue diligently licking within
the limited space. The glans felt numb and itchy from the licking, a very pleasurable sensation.

After a while, my mother tried to avoid letting her teeth touch the glans, swallowing the penis further into her mouth.
Her luscious, moist lips began to actively tease the foreskin.

"Oh... Mom... it feels so good..."

Mom's allure was astonishing; less than 20 minutes after ejaculating, I was already losing control again.
Although 's first time performing oral sex on a man, her nimble tongue licked, sucked, scraped, and stirred—all her techniques were naturally
mastered and highly refined.

She worked diligently in her mouth, while a warm little hand occasionally stroked the exposed part of my penis. Despite my
concern for Mom, afraid of hurting her throat, the intense stimulation from her vigorous sucking and spitting made me unable to resist gripping
her hair and intensifying my thrusting.

"Mmm... mmm..." Mom's mouth was stretched wide open, her throat emitting
muffled sounds, clearly dissatisfied with me pushing my penis deep into her mouth. Seeing the fear in Mom's eyes, I pulled my penis out
slightly, the glans rapidly thrusting in and out of Mom's warm mouth.

Mom knew I was at the crucial moment; she closed her eyes tightly, grabbed my arm, and her nails dug deeply into my flesh
. She had actually used her mouth to help her son ejaculate, a few tears welling up in her eyes. This was the most exhilarating
ejaculation ; my glans had barely left her mouth before it shot out, leaving
the fruit of our collaboration on her nose, lips, and eyelids.

"Mommy's mouth is almost bursting from your strain. Let me tell you, don't even think about a next time..." Next time? Next time might be
somewhere else. Mommy gasped for breath, a little semen still lingering in her mouth, but she was already
used to the taste of my semen, and swallowed it with a flick of her tongue...

A month later...

"Mommy, I want to penetrate your vagina..."

"Dream on!"

"Then the back door..."

"If you push your luck any further, you won't be able to touch Mommy's body anywhere..."

I knelt on Mommy's naked upper body, grabbing her pair of milky white breasts, their full breasts squeezed
and deformed, my penis sandwiched between them. My penis thrust left and right between her breasts...

Her mouth had already been violated by me, so her breasts were naturally penetrated with little effort. Once, I cried out for
my mother's nipple, igniting her maternal instincts. She reluctantly let me remove her pajamas, and as her small
nipples hardened and her areolas enlarged from my licking, I coaxed and tricked her into inserting my penis into her deep cleavage.

Every night, I would hold my mother's beautiful body in my arms on the same bed, forcing her to hold my penis.

Gradually, my mother got used to it, and even enjoyed holding my penis while sleeping.

Of course, I wouldn't sleep peacefully. First, my mother no longer needed to wear pajamas; then,

I could freely caress and kiss her round breasts, flat stomach, and long, fair legs; later, she was

willing to kiss me first, and whenever my fingers touched her sensitive areas, her soft tongue would
wrap around mine and suckle.

However, all of this was done in the dark; my mother absolutely forbade me to turn on the light to see her body,
and I couldn't even touch her panties. My mother was worried that I would ejaculate every day and my body wouldn't be able to handle it, so we agreed to "do it" two or
three times a week.

In reality, my abundant energy was more than enough; aside from the "pre-arranged" days, I
stubbornly insisted on entering my mother's body on the other days. I tried everything—pleading, whining—and several times
I felt my mother was almost about to give in. Unfortunately… in the end, willpower triumphed over lust.

I didn't know whether to admire my mother's self-control or examine my own teasing skills. No matter how much I caressed her
inner thighs or licked her nipples until they were erect, my desire to enter her body remained unfulfilled. After
ejaculating , she nestled in my arms. Her long legs wrapped around my lower body, and her fingers rubbed
my limp penis.

"Mom, I really want to be inside you. Can I put it in your pussy?" I
asked.

"Child, stop fooling around. Mommy will give you a substitute place. You can insert it, and you can have
more pleasure than inserting it into Mommy's vagina. Please don't insert it into Mommy's hole, okay? That will make Mommy uneasy for the rest of her life."

"Then where is Mommy?"

"Poke Mommy's asshole." Saying this, Mommy turned around, sticking out her round buttocks high, one hand
covering her vagina, and the other hand spreading open her anus. Looking at Mommy's round and white buttocks, I couldn't help but feel dizzy.

This was the first time in my life that I had seen a naked adult woman's buttocks

. In my dreams, I had imagined a woman's private parts more than once. But I had never thought that my dignified and beautiful mother, although she
had always been ... I would never have dared to imagine playing with my own mother's buttocks before! But ever since I witnessed
that scene of Mommy's that made my heart flutter and my blood boil! And after Mommy gave me foot play, hand play,
oral play, and even breast play, I felt that I had uncontrollably fallen in love with Mommy.

Especially after my mother presented her bare buttocks to me, I couldn't help but lower my head and kiss
the clitoris inside her anus. My mother's nerves were exceptionally sensitive now.

The slightest contact between my lips and her anus made her tremble all over. I was excited and quickly
positioned my penis, placing it outside her anus. Her anus shyly contracted, just enough to clamp the head of my penis.

I held my mother's waist with one hand and checked the position again with the other, making sure it was correct. Once everything was
ready , I tightened my grip on my mother and pushed hard with my penis at the same time, but her virginity was too tight.
I had forgotten to wet my mother's anus before inserting it. So my entry was extremely
difficult, and I could only insert half of my penis.

I cried out, "Mom, I can't go in. My head hurts so much..." My mother's anus seemed to be in
great tearing pain as well.

My mother frowned and whispered, "Gently, it hurts." Tears
streamed down her face. I pressed my face against hers and gently licked her cheeks. I withdrew my penis, knelt
behind her, and rubbed it between her buttocks until a semi-transparent liquid oozed from her urethra, which I then
used to wet her anus.

Then, I quietly placed one hand on her lower back, my penis slightly away from her buttocks, but subtly aimed at
her untouched vulva. I thrust forward, forcing my large glans into her narrow anus.
My mother frowned, groaned, and turned her head, biting the pillow tightly with her teeth.

"Mom, your ass is mine now," I said breathlessly,
thrusting harder into her tight anus. This time, Mom shuddered and stiffened. But I
was already fully inside, feeling her instinctive sobs in her warm rectum—so hot and tight.
The tightness of her anus only amplified the sense of accomplishment in deflowering her.

I struggled to penetrate her tight back passage, my glans
scraping , my lower abdomen slamming against her soft buttocks. Each thrust flattened her buttocks, and each withdrawal
bounced them back up. Blood from her torn anus and damaged rectal walls stained my lower abdomen a rosy hue, filling
me with a strange pleasure of deflowering her.

Mom didn't move, letting me do as I pleased. I lay on her back, wanting
to become one with her. My hands reached under her from behind, touching her breasts—it felt amazing! One hand
roamed over my mother's twitching upper body, her tender breasts and smooth, snow-white back were all objects of my caresses, while
the other hand circled my fingers around her anus, which was stretched wide open by my penis.

Looking at my mother's round, red, bloodied anus, listening to her
sweet , feeling the heat and tightness inside her rectum through my penis, I bent down, pressing my upper body against my mother's
smooth, soft back.

"Mom, I love you, you're mine now." Holding my mother tightly, I ejaculated inside her constantly
contracting rectum, truly taking my mother's first time from her anus. My mother cried out as I ejaculated
, her body arching upwards so hard she almost knocked my jaw off. I pressed down on her forcefully until my penis
completely stopped throbbing inside her rectum before letting go

. At the moment I ejaculated, my mother's whole body stiffened, her buttocks clenching tightly, almost breaking me. After I finished deflowering
my mother 's chrysanthemum bud, she tried to push me off, but I held her tightly. She didn't
move, knowing my capabilities.

After a short rest, we went at it again. I placed her hands under her head to elevate her body, making it
easier . She let me do as I pleased, and I slowly made piston-like movements on her back. I had been too hasty earlier and
ejaculated quickly; now I wanted to savor the taste of my mother's anus.

My hands slowly roamed over her body. Although she had let me touch her before, there were certain places I couldn't
go. Like now, my hand touched her mons pubis.

My mother's body trembled, and she whispered, "No." She tried to push me away, but our
bodies blocked her way, so she could only grab my arm, unable to pull away. I moved my hand to her labia and gently
touched them.

My mother's breathing became rapid. "No, don't, don't touch there, stop!" At that moment, I also reached my
climax , ejaculating again inside my mother's anus. After ejaculating, I obediently lay on my mother's back,
placing my hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm sorry. But I love you so much,
I just couldn't help myself."

My hands caressed my mother's trembling body. I was completely intoxicated by the alluring
feeling . My hand unknowingly touched the clitoris that I had just ravaged. My mother twisted
her body in pain, startling me awake, and I quickly moved my hand away.

"Does it hurt a lot?" I could see from my mother's painful eyes that it really hurt. "It'll be fine after a nap,
that's what the books say." Holding my mother's beautiful face, I carefully kissed away the tear stains on her face, helped her
lie down , and my mother touched the wound, letting out a painful groan.

Having tasted my mother's wonderful anus, I had no desire to go to school. I decided to be her human cushion. I
helped her up, leaned against the headboard, and let her lie on top of me. My already slightly hardened penis
immediately became erect upon contact with her perfect body, pressing against her waist and hips. My mother's injured anus was between my
legs, her head resting on my chest. I placed one hand on her soft abdomen and the other on her
full breasts, letting out a comfortable sigh: "Mom, let's sleep." Then I closed my eyes.

It felt so good to sleep holding my mother; I slept soundly and sweetly. A rooster's crow outside woke me up. Still
sleepy, I rubbed my eyes, and the exquisite furnishings around me made him realize that last night I had finally succeeded
in deflowering my mother.

I looked at my mother beside me, still completely naked, curled up in my arms like a little
girl who desperately needed protection. The look on my mother's face now was so different from the pleading and groaning expression she had shown the night before. She
appeared exceptionally peaceful and content, without a trace of the sorrow she usually displayed.

Seeing her alluring appearance, my desire was rekindled. I turned around and
gently pulled her into my arms, caressing her smooth back and waist as if
admiring a priceless work of art.

Under my tender caress, my mother had actually already woken up, but she couldn't bear the sensation of my touch
. The cunning woman kept her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, allowing me to take liberties with her. It wasn't until my restless hand started
pressing and rubbing my private parts that she slowly raised her head, reaching out to grasp my throbbing
penis, and whispered in my ear, "Son, do you want it again?"

I hugged my mother tightly, "Yes, Mom, can I have it one more time?"

My mother wanted to refuse, "Have you forgotten what I just told you? Too much is bad for your health, it will affect your studies,
and I haven't washed yet, it's dirty."

I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, it's a holiday now, it's okay, besides, I already
went in, it won't make a difference if I go in again now. I know it still hurts, but I really want it,
let me go in one more time, just one last time, okay, good Mom."

My mother had no choice but to agree, "Remember, get off and go to sleep when you're done." I immediately gripped my penis and
thrust it into my mother's anus, which was still stained with blood.

My mother groaned, "Gently." But I was already halfway in, and with a little more force, the other half went in too
. No longer worried about my mother's resistance, I relaxed and began to enjoy myself, my hands busy exploring every part of her body except
her vulva.

Suddenly, because I was using too much force, I accidentally knocked down the hair that was coiled on my mother's head. I straightened it...
I stroked my mother's long, black hair, cascading over her snow-white shoulders, moving up and down in rhythm with my movements.

So beautiful and sexy! I couldn't resist, and quickly thrust a few more times until I came.

That day, my mother's rectum practically became my urinal. Haha, my wish fulfilled, it felt so good. After
I got down, my mother got up, took a damp towel, and cleaned my penis. Then she secretly went to take a shower. Why ?
Need I say more? Today was truly wonderful.

These past few days, my mother had been waiting at the door for her colleagues to pass by so she could ask someone to ask for leave from work. Why? Just look at her
limping gait. Watching my mother walk with that limp, my penis began to swell again. I secretly touched
my mother's round buttocks, and even poked her anus, which had just been deflowered the night before. My
mother slapped me hard and glared at me, but there was no anger in her eyes; it was more like a lovers' quarrel.

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Ever since I deflowered my mother, I've been thinking about going home every day. As soon as I get inside, I lock the door,
immediately strip off all my clothes, and, naked and with my huge penis erect, head to the kitchen to find my mother. She'll probably be washing dishes then.
I see her body leaning slightly forward, making her buttocks appear even more prominent.

I grab her from behind and shout in her ear, "Mom!" My penis presses even tighter against
my recently deflowered vulva.

My mother is startled and almost drops the bowl she's holding. After a moment, she recovers and asks, "Were
n't you out with your friends? Did they bully you?"

"Mom, didn't you just say you were worried I'd get too tired? You told me to rest. I'll
rest ." I deliberately emphasize the word "rest," while
forcefully rubbing my penis against my mother's buttocks a few times.

Only then did Mom notice my strange behavior, and also that I was completely naked. Her face turned red. "No,
don't do this."

"Mom, I want it." My penis kept rubbing against Mom's buttocks.

Mom said, "No, it still hurts after you did it last night. Can't we not do it today?"

I let go of Mom. "Mom, look how uncomfortable my little brother is right now. Give it to me."

Mom turned around, saw my menacing little brother throbbing high in the air, and quickly turned her head away, her face
as red as a sheet. I then poked Mom's buttocks with my penis, letting her feel its hardness.

"Mom, your butt is amazing!"

With this thrust, almost half of my glans sank into my mother's buttocks. My mother clearly felt
the hardness of my penis and knew that I was determined not to give up today. She sighed, "Okay, but not now.
Can we do it after I finish washing the dishes and cleaning up?"

"No, you wash your dishes, I'll do mine. I like this position. Besides, you just washed last night, and you
didn't poop today, so you don't need to wash again."

I ignored my mother's reaction and went to take off her pants. Back then, the concept of clothing wasn't like it is now;
my mother always wore pants. I took off my mother's belt, and with a slight pull, the pants fell down to her
ankles . Then I pulled down my mother's underwear, spread her legs slightly, and forcefully spread her buttocks,
revealing the vulva that I had just ravaged last night.

(It was still a little red and slightly open, as if calling for me to enter.) Mom's
hands were crossed over the edge of the washing basin, her buttocks slightly arched back, her eyes closed, ready for my penetration. I gripped my
rock-hard penis and thrust in forcefully, returning to the place I had pioneered the night before.

It felt so good; I pounded and thrust into Mom's rectum. Mom moaned softly.
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