My 10 Years of Toys, My Mother (1) Author: Li Binbin

My 10 Years of Toys, My Mother

Author: Li Binbin
Published on sis on 2013/12/2
First Published: Yes
Word Count: 10525

Thanks to brother Secondron for his help. I've been a sis enthusiast for many years, just a freeloader
. After reading brother S's "Uncontrolled Motherly Love" and "Falling in Love with Mom's Hips" and exchanging ideas with him many times
, I finally had the desire to create my own story. Hehe, a newbie's first story, the writing is definitely not very good, but
there is still some creativity. I plan to write about five chapters, each one smutty. Pure anal sex story, it's
an attempt after brother S's "Falling in Love with Mom's Hips," but unfortunately the writing is still not up to par, I can't capture the same
blood-pumping feeling as brother S.

Sigh, actually the original plan was to write a picture novel, and in fact, it is indeed written according to the picture novel standard, with a
Word document, which makes it more enjoyable to read. The first chapter of pictures is an excerpt from the pubic anus of a mother, and other chapters will
include more pictures of beautiful buttocks (I love this the most). Around February 2014, I estimate I can only write three chapters.
I have a general outline, but I'm struggling with how to make the sex scenes more substantial. Hehe, please look forward to it.

Chapter One: My Toy Mother

I am a hardcore anal sex enthusiast. If you ask me why, I can only say that my beautiful
mother 's anus is too alluring, and I simply don't have time to think about other ways to enjoy pleasure with her. But that's
okay, because I can say with certainty that I have not committed incest with my beloved mother. My mother has been with me for
25 years, 10 of which were as my sex toy.

One night in 2013, "Bang!" I was awakened by this sound. Naked,
I followed the sound to the bathroom, and unsurprisingly, it was my mother who made the sound. The bathroom light was on. My
mother was lying on her side on the floor, a collar around her neck, completely naked.
Her enormous breasts were shockingly large, with erect, purplish-red nipples. Her two plump, snow-white legs were tightly closed
, handcuffed at the ankles and wrists. Despite the awkwardness, she tried her best to reach her hands under her body
to cover her most private parts. Her pubic hair was quite sparse. At this moment, her expression
was one of pain, but also a hint of pleasure. In short, it was an expression of both pain and pleasure.

"Mom, you can't hold back anymore?" I walked to my mother's side, squatted down, and stroked her full breasts with my left hand
, playing with her already aroused nipples. My right hand caressed her smooth, snow-white back.
Although I found her silky smooth skin irresistible, I still ran my right hand along her back to
her snow-white buttocks.

My mother didn't answer me, only looking at me with a pitiful expression. Her beautiful, clear eyes revealed innocence
, her lips slightly parted, emitting low moans. Her face was flushed, making me want to
ravage her. My penis was already hard as a pillar, and I could no longer suppress my desire. I used the key to
unlock the handcuffs on my mother's hands, and forcefully flipped her body over, making her lie face down in front of me
, her cheek pressed tightly against the ground, her plump, beautiful buttocks facing my face.

I swallowed hard. Although it wasn't the first time, I was still a little nervous. After all, the person lying in
front of me with their buttocks facing me was my own mother. I placed my hands on her large, beautiful buttocks, and
with my two thumbs, I forcefully pried open her buttocks, revealing her dark brown anus.

The already slightly moist, light brown anus, suddenly exposed to the air, seemed a little uncomfortable, contracting twice
, causing the folds covering it to twitch rhythmically. A little pale yellow liquid
gradually flowed out with the peristalsis of her anus, resembling a beautiful chrysanthemum. No wonder the ancients used the chrysanthemum to describe a woman's most private
parts; it truly lived up to its name. Moreover, my mother's anus was of the finest quality; it
was already leaking fluids even before I had conquered it. I lowered my head and pressed my tongue against the thick labia below her anus, licking
vigorously to arouse my mother first. As I licked, my mother indeed began to writhe,
her plump buttocks swaying from side to side, even more alluring than before.

I temporarily stopped licking, aimed my nose at her anus dripping with intestinal fluid, and took a deep sniff. The slight stench of my mother's
anus and the peculiar smell of her vaginal fluid invigorated me. I then pressed my tongue
against her anus and began diligently exploring her beautiful, chrysanthemum-like opening. Her anus contracted
and relaxed with my licking, and my tongue began to play a game with her vulva, pushing harder into it
. The contractions would tighten until my tongue felt numb, then slowly withdrew,
relaxing the contractions to unfold, glistening with moisture, as if celebrating my victory.

With each thrust, my mother's anus gradually relaxed. Finally, I "
pop!" withdrew my tongue from her beautiful anus and inserted two fingers, probing the dark brown opening. After leaving her hot anus, my fingers
were still coated with my mother's secretions; the brown intestinal fluid shimmered alluringly under the light.
I licked my mother's anus until it was turned inside out, a strand of brownish intestinal fluid clinging to the petals. The bud writhed and opened, shimmering alluringly under the light, mixed
with my saliva.

I knelt behind my mother and whispered, "Mom, I'm starting." I
gripped her beautiful buttocks tightly with both hands. My swollen, purplish glans, lubricated by the intestinal fluid on her anus, slowly squeezed into her tender anus,
following the folds of her rectum. Her folds began to swell, gradually
swallowing my glans. My penis began to writhe inside her familiar rectum, bringing with it a feeling of swelling, tightness, and
heat .

My glans stretched my mother's anus to the point of bursting. The folds of her anus were smoothed out by my penis,
turning the dark brown folds pale white. The few anal hairs that stood erect tensed as my penis grew larger
. I paused for a moment. Although this wasn't the first time my mother and I had anal sex, the thought that her
anus, tightly squeezing my penis, belonged to my own mother's most intimate part still made me feel as nervous and excited as
the .

"Ah... um!" My mother's moans changed from slight pain to a little excitement, like
the sounding . I no longer pitied my mother, firmly grasping her fleshy buttocks, enjoying the plump, full feel of her large buttocks.
At the same time, she suddenly slid her penis onto my penis, and my mother let out a soft scream of "Ah!" Her upper body arched
as I pulled her, and the purplish-red nipples on her large breasts drew a beautiful arc in the air.

My mother's well-developed and powerful sphincter muscles could not stop the invasion of the iron dragon. My penis went straight in and penetrated
deep into my mother's rectum. From my perspective, my mother's full upper body was facing away from me, and her two large breasts
hung vertically. In order not to let them be lonely, my mother began to knead her large white breasts with her hands. Under the lewd back view
, it seemed as if a tail had grown from her buttocks. The tender flesh of her anus tightly gripped my penis. My mother's
sphincter muscles and rectum tightly gripped the glans. The peristalsis of the rectal wall always wanted to expel my penis from the body. However,
how could the small anus resist the big iron dragon? However, the tight anus also made it difficult for me to move an inch.

To get straight to the heart of the matter, I disregarded my mother's feelings and forcefully pulled back, revealing the
pinkish anal flesh hidden deep within
her rectum. I saw a seductive chrysanthemum blooming in the crevice of my mother's snow-white buttocks, its petals shimmering with an alluring pink luster under the light. Although my mother's anus and anal veins were light brown, the
inner walls of her rectum were indeed so pink and tempting. This was my beloved mother's anus! To have such a perfect
anus in life, what more could one ask for? I only wished to explore it and enjoy the sight inside.

My mother let out a soft "Ah!" and turned to look at me with pitiful eyes. Then,
she twisted , placing her hands on her buttocks and forcefully spreading them apart, making her already wide-open anus
even more prominent. Her anal petals twitched rapidly, as if protesting the departure of her beloved penis from her anus
.

I chuckled softly; years of anal training had deeply imprinted itself on my mother's body.
Without ado, his large glans, still coated with the intestinal fluid he'd brought out, pushed the everted anal flesh back into the rectum, beginning vigorous
thrusting. His scrotum slammed against his mother's large buttocks, and her vulva dripped with vaginal fluid. I felt it
wasn't stimulating enough, so I pinched his mother's soft, plump buttocks hard, signaling her to support herself with her hands on the ground, gradually raising one of her beautiful legs
to fully expose her anus and vulva. The position, like a female dog urinating, further accentuated
the plumpness of my beloved mature mother's buttocks.

With his mother's movements, the penis, still deeply inserted in her rectum, gave me a strong stimulus, and
I began thrusting again. *Slap, slap, slap*, a rhythmic sound echoed in the toilet. My large penis
smoothed out every fold in my mother's rectum. The intestinal fluid secreted by her rectum was the best lubricant, bringing
me a warm, pleasurable sensation. With each thrust of my penis in and out of her rectum, her anal muscles were constantly being turned inside out by my cock
. More and more fluid was secreted from her intestines, making my thrusting easier. Gradually,
pale yellow foam accumulated around my mother's anus, and a faint odor began to permeate the toilet.

Oh no, I forgot to give my mother an enema today. As I rode on my mother's back, like a racehorse on a track,
and just as withdrew from the depths of her rectum, I remembered my mistake. My penis
began to experience a different sensation inside my mother's rectum. The tip of my glans seemed to encounter an obstacle in this
endless blissful intestine; there was a foreign object at the other end of the intestine. It doesn't matter. Although my mother
is not used to this, it's not like she hasn't done it before. Rectal sex is easy and comfortable. In any case, my mother's sexual experience is flawless.

The sounds of thrusting gradually changed; it was no longer
the sound of my penis and scrotum hitting my mother's beautiful buttocks, but rather
... a
... The all-encompassing feeling in her rectum intensified, and her sphincter muscles tightened around my penis, as if trying to snap it in two. The feces and rectal fluid mixed together in her anus, and with each tight contraction of her rectum, it brought me unparalleled pleasure. I didn't care about anything else and began forcefully , occasionally reaching forward to pinch her swollen nipples with two fingers, or slapping her beautiful legs. This slight abuse didn't provoke any aversion from my mother; years of habit had made her consider this sensation part of enhancing the atmosphere during our anal sex. There were still many more stimulating methods I hadn't yet used! 　　The pressure of the intestinal tract inside my mother's anus, the lubrication of the foreign object, the smoothness of the intestinal fluid, and the pungent odor in the air sent shiver down my spine. I began my final thrust. My mother reached orgasm almost simultaneously. The stool she had been trying to hold back was being pulled out from deep within her intestines by my penis, making her nervous. She was afraid I would be angry, so she tried to contract her rectum, trying to hold back her feces. You see, I usually give her enemas during anal sex. Watching my mother defecate is one of the pleasures I've developed from her. I thrust vigorously into my mother's anus , kneading her full, peach-like buttocks. 　　My mother's anus suddenly contracted, and her intestines began to twitch irregularly. I knew she had , and I could no longer hold back. With a low growl, I held my mother's buttocks firmly between my legs, and inserted my penis at the optimal angle, taking the anal muscles and our secretions with it, into her anus, beginning my semen enema. One wave, two waves, three waves—each time I had anal sex with my mother, I would ejaculate at least ten waves of semen to express my love for her plump, fleshy buttocks. 　　My mother would strain to lift her head, her naked body tense, her rectum undulating as she welcomed my semen. After the last drop of semen entered her anus, she finally couldn't resist the urge to defecate at the end of her rectum. Her rectum began to expel stool, and her anus unconsciously relaxed slightly. Fortunately, she hadn't eaten much during the day, so the amount of stool was small.

Moreover, my erect penis grew even larger during ejaculation, firmly locking her anus, only allowing a small amount of fecal
matter to leak out.

After the climax, I gradually regained my senses and began to deal with my mistake. I slowly turned my mother
's body, untied her shackles, and had her use her hands to pull her legs together, exposing our genitals, facing me.
As I turned her, my mother kept her mouth tightly closed, her eyes filled with tears, her face bearing the allure of post-orgasm,
her expression somewhat strange. But what could she do? She had to cooperate with me now; my penis was still firmly inserted into her anus,
soaking in her excrement. Hehe, she was now trying hard to contract her rectum, consciously tightening her anus
, making it tightly seal my penis, preventing her excrement from leaking out.

I let my mother stretch out her arms and wrap them around my neck. I supported her buttocks with my hands and let her beautiful legs wrap
tightly around my waist. Then I stood up with force and successfully lifted my mother up. I carried her step by step
to the toilet. As we walked, my penis was stimulated again in her rectum, which was already full of foreign objects. It regained
its energy and swelled up. Her little anus, which was not quite closed, was filled once again. My mother's upper body pressed
tightly against mine, her voluptuous flesh and alluring scent captivating me. I said to her, "Hold me tight,
Mom, I'm going to pull my cock out."

Freeing my left hand, I pulled my penis out of her enchanting anus. *Plop plop* Although I
couldn't , I could imagine it—it must have been stretched wide open, and she began to excrete feces into the toilet
. [The text then abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated passage about a woman's anus and her anus, followed by a description of a scene.] How could I, so obsessed with my mother's anus, miss this sight? I made her squat on the toilet, ignoring
the wiping of my penis, and leaned close to her crotch to admire my creation: brown feces... The semen gushed out from her anus, which I had shoved into the size of an egg. The anus contracted powerfully, then opened again with each
contraction slowly
leaked out, stubbornly hanging there instead of being expelled with the feces. My mother remained silent, her face flushed,
her beautiful eyes slightly closed, seemingly enjoying the pleasure of relieving herself after the semen enema.

Seeing that she was almost finished, I gestured for her to turn around and habitually picked up the toilet paper beside me to wipe her
anus, which I had shoved so hard it was red. I gently wiped every fold of her anus with the paper. By then, her
anus was somewhat closed, only the still vibrant red of her chrysanthemum veins showing the intense battle that had just taken place. This was
one of the reasons I loved her anus so much; no matter how I played with it, it would quickly recover. I must say, my mother
's anus was naturally suited for me to penetrate.

To ensure the cleanliness of my beloved anus, I had to resume my anal-licking spree,
slowly . I'd been doing this to my mother since I was 15, and no matter how
perverse it was, my love for her anus had never ceased. After my mother's anus opened, I sucked hard on
the little vortex on her anus, savoring the beautiful, shy opening. Then, I inserted my fingers, stretching it
wider and wider. My mother's anus instinctively tried to close, her plump buttocks twitching, but she
didn't stop me.

When I stretched her anus as wide as it could go, I was surprised to find a small amount of my semen still
remaining in her intestines. My thumb and forefinger supported the opening of her anus, keeping it open, and after kissing her anus again
, I urged my mother to peristalse her rectum, forcefully expelling the remaining semen. The anal muscles began to evert little by little
, and a strand of semen flowed out from the opening of her anus that I had stretched open. A middle-aged woman stood on the toilet,
revealing her dark brown anus to a young man without reservation. The young man stretched out his fingers, forcefully pressing against her anus
, preventing the folds of flesh from closing. Her anus was wide open, the creases stretched flat, the clitoris engorged
and protruding, and strands of semen dripped from her dark red rectum. Who would have thought they were mother and son
?

How did things turn out this way? It all started 10 years ago,
when At that time, my parents and I had just moved from the countryside to the city. I was about to enter a prestigious high school to complete my studies
, and my parents' careers were on track. Just as the whole family was thriving, something shocking and
heartbreaking , drastically changing my life. I gained a treasure, a woman to whom I could release my youthful desires—
my mother, my beloved fleshy buttocks and toilet seat, the woman I would come home from work every day,
kneeling on the floor, exposing her alluring anus and captivating genitals to me—the woman I loved most and was the only one in my life.

For the past ten years, when I was tired, I would bury myself in her fleshy buttocks, sniff her anus, and fall asleep. When I was hungry, I would have her put her
anus around my penis, clenching her anus to please me while feeding me. Or,
while ate, she would squat on the table, her anus facing me, constantly clenching. When I was tired, I would take her to the bathroom to give her
an enema and enjoy the view. When I was bored, I would have her squat in front of my face, clenching her anus to clamp my tongue. Only when she clamped it
would I insert my penis into her anus, which was already clenching and secreting intestinal fluid due to arousal. What I loved most was when she
squatted on the edge of the bed, her back to me, only her large, white, plump buttocks exposed on the edge of the bed, as if squatting on the ground to defecate
, her hands spreading her buttocks apart to reveal her brown anus where I had just ejaculated.

Because of excessive force, she smoothed out all the wrinkles on her anus, leaving only the everted bud, like a
dark brown rubber band. The alluring anus contracted and expanded, squeezing out my semen, trying to pull
the semen out of her anus. With her strain, a large amount of semen gushed from her alluring anus, leaving only a small amount of
sticky semen stubbornly clinging to it. Her pubic hair was disheveled, and
her anus was wide open, revealing the anal muscles contracting and slowly restoring the open anus to its original state. This beautiful sight was
created by my own mother and me. Who else in the world, besides me, could make her willingly expose her large anus to
please ?

My parents were always very good to me, but I preferred my mother. She was 35
years old when the story happened. Although no longer young, with crow's feet appearing at the corners of her eyes, my mother had a naturally oval face, and her bare skin...
Her skin had the wheat-colored hue typical of rural women, but beneath her clothes lay a
pristine white as far as I could see. Her eyes were curved, and her smile was incredibly captivating. Most importantly, my mother had a full figure, about
163cm tall and slightly plump, with some extra flesh around her waist, which only accentuated her mature feminine charm.

Due to farm work in the countryside, her legs, while not exceptionally long, were not the thin, matchstick-like legs of many young
girls they were full and strong. Of course, her most feminine features were her ample
breasts and plump, round buttocks, especially her buttocks. Their soft, fleshy texture was my absolute favorite, probably because I've always
loved hugging her legs since childhood. As a child, I would cling to her legs whenever I wanted to be affectionate, burying my face
in her full buttocks, inhaling her alluring scent.

In 2003, my parents' business, which had been on track for five years, was finally thriving.
They the city and successfully bought several properties. I was also brought to the city and enrolled in the third year of junior high at a top-tier middle school
. Don't let my current lecherous appearance fool you; I was a model student back then. Otherwise, how could I have outcompeted so many
others and gotten into the city's top high school? To celebrate my admission, my parents hosted a
banquet just a meal with family and relatives. However, starting that night, I gradually
began to fantasize about my mother. My parents drank a lot that day and quickly changed into their pajamas and went to bed. I
was very excited that night and couldn't fall asleep until 2 a.m. I heard a noise coming from the bathroom door and knew that one of my parents
had gotten up , so I went to the bathroom.

It turned out that my mother had woken up and needed to use the toilet. Obviously, she was still drunk and groggily
tried to open the bathroom door, but couldn't. I was captivated by my mother's attire. She was wearing a
black, semi-transparent spaghetti-strap nightgown, her large breasts bulging, nipples erect. Because
I was taller than her, looking down, her fair breasts formed a cleavage, impossible to look away from. The nightgown was
short, barely covering her round, pert buttocks, which swayed with her movements
, making my heart flutter.

No, that's my own mother. I shouldn't have such thoughts. I mentally berated
myself , looked away from her buttocks, and went to open the bathroom door for her. At that moment, I
felt my mother wasn't fully awake. She paused, then, as if she hadn't seen me, walked into
the bathroom without even closing the door. I felt uneasy, hesitating whether to stay or leave, when my mother did
something that astonished me: she took off her underwear. I noticed her underwear was pure white
, with some pale yellow stains in the middle that made my mouth water. She sat down on the toilet with her back to me and
began to relieve herself.

I stood at the toilet door, dumbfounded, watching everything unfold. The image that flashed through my mind was
the mysterious black pubic hair deep in the cleft of my mother's underwear when she took it off. I knew that was her pubic hair. Two minutes passed, and I
stood there, motionless at the toilet door, my mother with her back to me, not noticing me at all. By then, she
must have finished. She stood up (I don't know how everyone wipes their bottoms, but my family
taught me to stand up first, then use toilet paper to wipe), tore off some toilet paper, and started wiping. Because her
buttocks were large and her cleft deep, wiping was difficult for her; she always had to reach deep into her cleft to
reach her anus. As she struggled with the stains on her anus, the glimpses of her cleft
captivated my gaze. I felt an urge to spread her round, beautiful buttocks and gently wipe her anus for her.

After wiping, my mother's next move completely captivated me, making me deeply infatuated with
her most secret, unclean, and sacred place—her anus. She gripped her plump buttocks tightly with both hands
and forcefully spread them apart, instantly exposing her dark brown anus to my eyes. At that moment, my
brain was , and my senses were exceptionally sensitive. My eyes were fixed on that tender bud, and the twitching of the sphincter muscles and the few
anal hairs made my penis involuntarily erect. My mother maintained the alluring pose of spreading her buttocks and began to twist
her beautiful hips up and down, her little anus moving up and down, the small vortex constantly contracting, making my heart almost jump out of my chest
.

My mother was still patting her bottom intermittently, the last bit of
intestinal fluid seeping from her anus with each pat. Later I learned that my mother's buttocks were large, with a deep cleft, making it difficult to clean her bowels properly
. In addition, her anus naturally secretes intestinal fluid, and if she didn't let it air out after defecating,
it would become smelly and stain her underwear. Out of hygiene habit,
opening her anus to air it out had become her first reaction after defecating or urinating—it had become instinctive.

With the last trace of intestinal fluid still clinging to her anus, my mother didn't continue wiping. Instead, she pulled up her underwear, turned, and
left . In the countryside, there's no running water for flushing toilets, so she often forgot to press the flush button. I stepped aside
to let my mother pass, but she didn't react at all, seemingly unaware of my presence. After she left, I
went into the restroom, inhaling her still-strong scent. Unconsciously, I began to masturbate. Images of
my mother's anus kept flashing through my mind: anal hair, wrinkled chrysanthemum patterns, dark brown anus, pale yellow stains
—all of these things made me ejaculate quickly. I knew I was deeply obsessed with my mother's anus; I
was possessed. I had to have my mother's anus; it would always belong to me. My mind was already conjuring up
how to get her, how to keep my father from finding out. I didn't sleep a wink that night.

To others, I've always been seen as composed and rational; no one would suspect that I'm
someone who, once I've set a goal, will not give up until I achieve it.

My parents were both at the shop. It had been a week since I last saw my mother's anus. I had already
begun to formulate a plan, using the internet and pornography, to forcibly possess her body. I'm just waiting for my father to go on a business trip next month so I can
have sex with my mother as planned. At that point, no matter what she does, she won't be able to escape my
grasp
. If our affair is exposed, neither of us will be accepted by society. Knowing my mother, I know she won't tell anyone; our relationship will remain a secret.

What troubles me most is whether my mother is a virgin, how sensitive her anus is, whether she likes
anal sex, whether she can accept the anal sex plan I'm preparing for her, and whether such a conservative rural woman can...
Where is my partner? How can I get
my mother ?

I don't know if God is playing a cruel joke on me, but that night, I received devastating news. Due to
a drunk driver, our car was hit, and my father died on the spot. Although my mother was not seriously injured,
she hit her head and was temporarily unconscious. I handled my father's funeral with a heavy heart and complicated feelings.
At this time about a month had passed since the accident. Apart from a few uncles
, there were no other relatives on my parents' side. At 15 years old, I was old enough to understand and did not want to hand over my freedom to others. With
the inheritance and property left to me by my father, my mother and I could live a life free from financial worries. However, since we had no
income , I brought my mother home for medical expenses.

My mother had regained consciousness, but she had suffered brain trauma, and her mental capacity had regressed to
that of a 4 or 5-year-old child. It was really difficult to get in touch with her in the first few days, but with my constant food
and other methods, my mother, who had the mental capacity of a child, quickly regarded me as her closest person. She
always .

I brought my mother home. It was August, the hottest time of the month. My mother wasn't wearing much; she
was wearing a white t-shirt I'd bought for her from the store. Her full breasts jiggled with her movements. I
hadn't thought to buy her a bra. Her two large breasts swayed proudly under the t-shirt. She wore a
blue skirt that just covered her plump thighs, her rounded buttocks making the skirt bulge
. As soon as my mother got home, she felt a sense of warmth and familiarity. She walked around, looking at things. Because she couldn't quite
maintain her balance yet, she would sometimes crawl on the floor, her buttocks sticking out, having a
great . After I tidied up, I was covered in sweat. When I came out of the bedroom, I saw my mother lying flat on
the floor. Her earlier excitement had made her feel the summer heat, and she was pressing herself against the floor to cool off.

To achieve my secret, I didn't turn on the air conditioner. Instead,
I lay down beside my mother and chatted with her, mostly talking to myself: "Mom, now that Dad's gone, it's just
the two of us, relying on each other. I really don't know what to say. Before, I was thinking about how to get rid of
Dad so I could have your body. Now it seems your body and soul belong to me. I will take good care
of you, don't worry. I will treat you as my everything."

As I spoke, my hand began to touch my mother's cheek. At that moment, my mother
looked , repeatedly calling my name, as if responding to my words and agreeing to my request.
I could no longer suppress the demon in my heart and began the first step in my conquest of my mother. I coaxed my mother,
indicating that she was hot and needed to take off her clothes. She understood, sat up straight,
and started fiddling with her clothes. It seemed she still needed my help. I flipped her t-shirt up to her head
, freeing her two full breasts. Her firm, high breasts were only a short
distance from me, swaying precariously beneath her bra cups, exuding an incredibly sexy and alluring charm. Her purplish-red
nipples stood erect.

I gestured for my mother to kneel on the ground, her upper body pressed against the floor. Her large breasts were pressed together by her body
, the rounded orbs tempting me to bite them. But my target wasn't them; it was
her anus hidden deep in her buttocks. My mother knelt on the ground, her upturned buttocks facing my face. I pulled her skirt
down from her ample waist, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her. Her two plump, sexy, snow-white buttocks
were exposed before me. The hospital hadn't provided her with underwear; what a stroke of luck!

I parted her buttocks,
revealing Suddenly exposed to me, the little anus twitched shyly, arousing my affection. Most wonderfully
, a ring of anal hair protected the dark brown opening.

My heart trembled. Remembering what I'd read in a book, I quickly spat on my hand and, with trembling fingers,
gently pressed that alluring little vortex. It contracted rapidly, almost clamping my finger
. At that moment, my mother reacted, shyly pulling her buttocks forward, turning to look at me,
softly humming, "Itchy, itchy, don't touch!"

I had to reassure her, "It's not itchy, it'll feel good in a moment, very good." Having finally calmed
her down, it seemed I couldn't take her anus now, so I'd bring her pleasure first! I
stopped using my hands and instead extended my tongue, inserting it between her buttocks, licking that alluring flower.
A pungent smell of woman's urine and feces wafted over, but I didn't feel dirty at all. Instead, I licked her
little anus even more vigorously, my saliva seemingly painting it a bright pink.

My mother's movements were intense at this point. As I licked, she cried out, "It itches! You're lying!" while forcefully
twisting her buttocks, trying to get rid of my tongue. How could I give up such a delicious treat? I firmly grasped
her big buttocks with both hands, holding them tightly in front of my face. I mumbled that it didn't itch, that it would be over soon,
while I opened my mouth and took my mother's anus and many anal hairs into my mouth, as if enjoying an unparalleled delicacy,
gently savoring the taste of my own mother's anus. Sometimes I would tease her anus with my tongue,
and occasionally touch her anus with my teeth. With a "pop!" I sucked on her dark brown anus,
perfectly embracing the most beautiful taste of my mother's anus.

By this time, my mother had calmed down from her earlier excitement. Her large, voluptuous breasts pressed against the sofa,
a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. She was clearly enjoying my licking of her anus and was unaware that her virginity was about to be compromised
. Our taboo act between mother and son had already aroused my lust. She even started humming a little song she had composed herself
: "Little mouse, where are you? Here, crawl here!" She looked like she was enjoying the massage. No wonder she's my
mother; even her own son licking her anus makes her so happy. It seems her anus is indeed her erogenous zone!

While listening to my mother's innocent singing, I didn't forget the brown anus I had been sucking on. My saliva had already made the
area around her anus glisten. My tongue began to slowly probe into her anus, trying to overcome the sphincter
barrier . At this moment, my mother's singing trembled slightly, and the folds of her vulva contracted repeatedly, trying to avoid my tongue.
My face was pressed firmly against her beautiful buttocks, my tongue exploring her anus relentlessly, my hands holding her large bottom tightly
. My tongue slowly began to penetrate the depths of her anus, which had never been touched before. With each thrust,
a trickle of saliva dripped onto my mother's dark brown anus.

Suddenly, her sphincter contracted strongly, her body breaking free from my grasp, leaving me, the
diligent bee, without my dark brown chrysanthemum. She hurriedly stood up, calling out, "Pee, poop,
I need to poop!" She couldn't hold it in any longer and needed to use the toilet. I quickly stood up and led her to the toilet, beginning
my long-awaited excretion.

Surprisingly, my mother had no concept of a toilet. In the hospital, the nurses
had taken squat toilets, so she was somewhat bewildered. But the urge was strong,
and she stamped her feet anxiously, yelling at me. Of course, I readily helped her. However, I still
want to properly explain how I took my mother's anus for the first time. Other plot points will be
developed later.

(To be continued)

Wow, I came here after seeing the whole thing! I was quite excited reading it... what a pity! Is it still being updated? Or is this all? This story uses a flashback narrative style.
The author's first time seeing his mother's naked body was when she was drunk.
The detailed description of the mother's buttocks laid a certain foundation for the author's later sexual experiences.

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