My Inner Beauty and My Mother (Author: liya978426)

My Charming Mother and I

Author: liya978426
Word Count: 18100

My family wasn't wealthy; we were slightly above average. My father was a steelworker, and my mother ran
a small business (selling underwear) on the pedestrian street. Affected by the international financial crisis, the steel mill where my father worked suffered a downturn, resulting in
more than six months of unpaid wages. Therefore, the family's income basically depended on my mother's small shop.

Seeing my mother worrying every day about my father's alcoholism and daily expenses, I resolutely gave up
the internship arranged by the school and went straight into the workforce. Currently, I work as
a sales representative , earning over three thousand yuan a month. This is enough to cover my own living expenses and also
helps my mother support our precarious family to some extent. Although my family is ordinary, the relationships within it will leave you
speechless　 .

Actually, when I was in junior high school, my parents' relationship was quite good. My mother was sweet-looking and had a
fantastic . She was 1.66 meters tall with long, shapely legs. Her face showed almost no
signs of aging; her fair skin glowed with a rosy hue. My father would often go out drinking and joking with his friends, frequently boasting that marrying
my mother was his greatest pride. His cronies, without arguing back, would jokingly threaten to steal her away
. In the evenings, our family would go for walks after dinner; looking back, it all seems so warm and harmonious.

The story begins when I was a freshman in college. My father developed hemorrhoids. At the time, the steel mill where he worked
was doing quite well (his monthly bonus was around 2000 yuan, bringing his total monthly income to less than 10,000 yuan).
He went to the city's most expensive hospital, where the hospitalization fee alone exceeded 5000 yuan.

I took leave from work to take my father there, while my mother and I carried bags of necessities.
The room was on the third floor of the inpatient ward. At that moment, only the three of us were in the hallway. Dad was at the front,
shuffling along the wall, Mom was in the middle, and I was behind carrying fruit. Mom was carrying a basin filled with
shampoo, laundry detergent, soap, and other things; it was quite heavy.

Dad, suffering from hemorrhoids, was walking slowly. After climbing about twenty steps, Mom, her arms tired
, put the basin down on a step and rested it. Perhaps I was distracted, or perhaps I was too close, but I accidentally
bumped into Mom's plump buttocks.

"Ah!" Mom jumped in surprise, landing squarely on my face. Mom was wearing a short dress and
flesh-colored stockings. Wow, a delicate fragrance! I was startled, my mouth slightly open and then closed, as if I had kissed my mother's beautiful buttocks. Then I

felt a tightness in my nose, and the plump buttocks on my face relaxed slightly. Ah…so good, my mother's
buttocks were soft and warm. The only drawback was that she was wearing flesh-colored stockings, so I didn't get the full pleasure of touching her buttocks,
but there was a kind of friction mixed with a slightly erotic feel.

I had never had any Oedipus complex before, but the immense stimulation made me erect early on.
The gentle friction between my face and my mother's plump buttocks almost made me lose control. What an intoxicating feeling! The warm
buttocks tightly covered my face; I wanted to rub my face against my mother's buttocks.

My dad, walking at the front, heard my mom's voice and asked, "What's wrong?" His bottom prevented him from
turning around to look down. "Oh, nothing," my mom replied calmly, perhaps because it was her son. She
gently moved her plump buttocks away from my face, her expression normal, as she placed a basin on the steps in her hands.

Losing that soft touch, I felt a wave of loss, as if my precious treasure had suddenly disappeared
. Looking up at "my precious treasure," what I saw made my penis
even more erect. Good heavens! My mom was wearing lace-trimmed underwear
! I'd never felt anything when I saw her wearing lace-trimmed, see-through underwear while hanging clothes before, but this time it was different. A surge of lust rushed to my head,
and my penis grew larger from the intense stimulation.

My mom's buttocks were partially covered by a short skirt, and her flesh-colored stockings
shimmered . My Oedipus complex began to spiral out of control from that day on, and I developed
a habit of masturbating with my mother's stockings and underwear. But that's a story for another time.

My mother, perhaps embarrassed, didn't turn to look at me, picked up the basin, and continued walking uphill, while I followed,
swaying slightly because of my erection.

The hospital room was a private room with a separate bathroom. After settling my father's belongings in, I quickly
slipped away, afraid of meeting my mother's gaze. I kept my head down the whole time and didn't see her
expression.

Two days later, I received news that my father's surgery was successful, and I wondered if I should go see him. For some
reason, my mother's round, plump buttocks instantly flashed into my mind. A surge of lust made me determined
. I had to go.

Thinking that my father might not be able to eat, I bought dinner for my mother and myself.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Come in." It was my mother's voice. Because of what happened the day before yesterday and my guilty conscience, I was still
quite uneasy.

Entering the house, I found my father wasn't there. "Mom, where's Dad?" I asked weakly.

"The doctor took him to change his dressing." My
mother 's tone was calm, probably not dwelling on what happened two days ago, and I felt relieved.

I put dinner on the table. "Mom, eat something. I didn't buy anything for Dad because I was afraid the doctor wouldn't let him eat." My
anxiety vanished.

"You eat first, I'll make up the mattress for Dad."

It was evening, and the last rays of the setting sun slanted in. My mother was wearing a loose shirt and
fitted ; her shapely figure looked very charming in the afterglow. I forgot about dinner
and just stared at my mother. Seeing the bulge under my mom's sweatpants made my lower abdomen itch
again .

My father didn't come home until evening. We talked about school, and when I looked at the clock, it was already past eleven. Dad said,
"Don't go home tonight. You and your mom can share a bed. Go straight to school tomorrow."

"Okay!" I replied immediately. For some reason, at that moment, I didn't see my mother as my own
mother　 . It was like taking advantage of a strange woman at night, and I felt a surge of secret joy.

I have a habit of sleeping naked, but I don't take off my underwear. My mother went to the bathroom to change into a pair of shorts and a small
tank top. When she came out, my eyes lit up. "Mom, why do you have such a great figure? Tell me, and
I'll tell your daughter-in-law later!"

"Get lost, you brat, daring to flirt with your mother? You want a beating?" My mother was still very childlike. My father
chuckled beside me. What they didn't know was that at that moment, I was fantasizing about my mother's posture in bed
.

The only drawback of the private room in the hospital was that there was no bed for a companion. There was only a single folding bed. My mother
could lie on it by herself without any problem, but if I squeezed in, it would be too small.

So my mom and I were lying close together. She was lying on her side facing my dad, her plump buttocks arched back against
me. I was originally facing the window with my back to her, but my penis immediately became erect when I touched her buttocks. Overcome
by lust, I rolled over to face her back.

The moonlight made me want to wrap my arms around her slender waist. My mom sensed my movement
and pulled her buttocks forward slightly, probably to avoid being squeezed, and then slowly fell asleep.

They slept soundly, but I tossed and turned, wide awake. My penis was throbbing with lust.
Around 2 a.m., lust finally overcame reason, and I actually wanted to masturbate, and to my mom no less.
I quietly pulled down my underwear and slowly stroked my penis with my hand. My lust made me bolder, and my other hand reached towards my mom's
buttocks . Ah… the round, soft feeling. I didn't dare use too much force, just gently caressing her. My mind
was filled with fantasies of rubbing my penis against my mother's buttocks, and the feeling was so intoxicating.

After about ten minutes of masturbation, my hand was numb, but I felt no urge to ejaculate.
Those who have tasted the pleasure never know the danger, because the inner satisfaction made me forget everything around me. I wanted to turn
this fantasy into reality; I wanted to rub my mother's plump

buttocks!! Listening to my mother's deep breathing, I knew she was sleeping soundly. My right hand gently pulled down her shorts.
The tension made me sweat profusely, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. When I pulled her shorts down to her mid-thighs
, her knees squeezed together, and I was startled and stopped immediately. I remained frozen, holding the edge of her shorts.
After about five minutes, making sure she hadn't woken up, I boldly inserted my erect penis
into her buttocks, slowly rubbing it.

My God, this felt like incest, just like actually thrusting into my mother's vagina, giving me a
feeling of euphoria. I slowly rubbed and moved, but a man's heart is never truly satisfied. I boldly
placed my hands on my mother's waist, pulling her back, then thrusting my hips forward in response.
This action gave me immense satisfaction. Just as I was lost in this forbidden pleasure,
a sudden sharp pain in my leg almost made me cry out! My mother was awake!! Startled, my penis went limp, and I quickly
rolled over and turned my face away.

Listening to my mother's heavy breathing, she seemed very angry. I thought, "This is bad, what do I do!"
My mind went blank. I lay quietly for a while, noticing that my mother still hadn't moved, and there was no subsequent scolding as
I had imagined . Thinking of this, my penis shamefully hardened again. "Could it be that Mom doesn't blame me? Is she afraid Dad
will find out?" This thought emboldened me.

Turning around, I noticed my shorts were still half-undone. What did my mother mean? Was she implying something?
Was she a lewd woman? The thought sent a faint sense of loss through me, like discovering my wife was
a slut from another man's past.

But this thought didn't affect my next move. I held my penis with my left hand, gripped my mother's
buttocks with my right, and inserted it again. There was no pleasurable friction, because the excruciating pain in my legs prevented me
from focusing on that.

My mother wasn't asleep either; her hand was twisting against the outside of my thigh, and slowly I
got used the pain, even mustering the courage to thrust. My mother sensed my movements and her twisting force
increased. Haha, okay, let's see who can hold back first.

I tightened my grip on my mother's buttocks, pulling her back. My penis rubbed against my mother
's genitals with each thrust. The hissing sound of the sheets rubbing together, the waves of pleasure from my penis, combined with my mother's heavy breathing,
made me feel like even dying right then and there would be worth it.

Perhaps it was the reduced pain and increased penile sensitivity, or perhaps Mom was afraid Dad would discover our lewd actions,
or maybe she was fed up with my advances and wanted to end the battle quickly. She did something I never expected:
Mom reached out her right hand and pressed my penis against her vulva while squeezing her legs together. Good heavens, was Mom
masturbating me?

A wet, sticky feeling spread across my penis; Mom was very wet, and you could even
see . A warm, slippery sensation accompanied the thrusting, producing a series of wet, sizzling sounds.
The little hand that had been "mischievous" on my left leg moved to my buttocks, pressing me deeper.

I was incredibly excited, placing both hands on Mom's waist and beginning to thrust vigorously, the wet sounds incessant.
A lewd scent slowly filled the room. My breathing became heavy; with each thrust of
my penis , the lubrication from my mother's vagina rubbed against her panties, the tingling sensation driving me
to thrust wildly.

Because I pulled my mother's hips back too forcefully, the folding bed creaked loudly, startling both my
mother and me. We both stopped and listened quietly to my father's reaction.

Fortunately, my father was a deep sleeper and didn't wake up. My mother and I became very careful, slowly beginning
to move. The squelching sounds continued for over ten minutes, until I grew tired of the monotonous motion. I withdrew
my penis and, holding my mother's waist, pulled her towards me.

My mother felt the heat between her legs suddenly disappear and let out a soft "Hmm?" Then,
feeling my hands, she obediently followed. I pulled my mother to the center of the bed and pressed her face
down. So she was completely beneath me, and I slowly pulled down my mother's shorts. My mother might...
She resisted nervously for a moment, then, sensing my persistence, muttered softly, "Beast," and let me do as I
pleased .

Hearing that coquettish moan gave me immense satisfaction. After pulling off my shorts, I knelt on the bed,
looking down at my mother. Her slender waist and rounded hips didn't resemble a woman in her forties at all; she
looked like a young girl.

Her black silk panties were stained with her vaginal fluids, glistening in the moonlight. I couldn't resist leaning down
to smell it; a fishy, lewd scent filled the air, followed by my mother's disapproving "leg-pinching technique."
Suddenly, I realized how adorable my mother was, just like my own woman.

Thinking this, I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled my mother's panties down halfway and thrust my hard penis
inside.

Perhaps wanting to preserve a dreamlike feeling, or perhaps the taboo hadn't been fully broken in my
heart , I didn't insert my penis into my mother's vagina. Instead, I let her labia slowly rub against it.

My mother's panties were the kind with very little fabric, tightly binding my penis and making it completely nestled within her labia.
So, with my hands on either side of my mother's chest, I performed the most primal act; although our organs were in close contact, I
didn't actually penetrate her

. Each time I thrust downwards, the glans would slip out of her labia with a soft "slippery" sound.
The slippery, warm sensation of the glans, the tight friction between her labia and the glans, combined with the forbidden thrill, surged through
my body into my mind. My hips rose and fell slightly, making soft slapping
sounds against my mother's buttocks, sounding incredibly lewd.

I supported myself with my hands and moved up and down like this for a while, until my arms ached. I then
leaned over my mother's back, my hands sliding down her loose tank top to grab her breasts.

"Hmm?" "Hmm!" The first sound was mine, because I realized my mother wasn't wearing a bra! The second sound
was a soul-stirring moan from my mother. The two intense sensations made me lose control; my penis
thrust forward, embedding half of the glans into my mother's labia, and I ejaculated a large gush of thick semen.

"Huff, huff, huff..." My mother seemed to have reached orgasm as well, her breathing incredibly heavy.

So I lay on top of my mother, both of us panting. *Slap slap slap*, my mother patted my
bottom, signaling me to get up. A feeling of guilt rose from the depths of my heart. I secretly turned to the side, and
my penis made a gurgling sound as it slipped out of my mother's labia, as if some semen had been ejaculated
inside .

"Sigh," my mother sighed softly, slowly getting up and walking towards the toilet.

"What should I do? How could I have done such a beastly thing?" The guilt afterward almost
suffocated　 . Listening to the sound of running water coming from the toilet, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to find my mother gone, and the sheets, stained with the marks of yesterday's "battle,"
had been secretly taken away by her.

"Dad, where did Mom go?"

My father was still lying on the bed next to me, his eyes open, seemingly lost in thought. "Oh, she went to hang up the laundry
. Why would she wash clothes so early in the morning?" my father muttered, somewhat puzzled.

Of course I knew why she went to do the laundry; the sheets were covered in her vaginal fluid.

"How should I know? Dad, I'm leaving now, I'll be late for school."

I quickly washed up and ran off, not knowing how to face my mother. They say what you fear
most is what you end up touching. Just as I reached the lobby, my mother, who had finished hanging the laundry and was about to go back inside, appeared. My
heart skipped a beat, and my face stiffened.

"Be careful on the way, buy yourself some breakfast!"

My mother acted as if nothing had happened, just like she always did when telling her precious son. I was stunned.
Was I dreaming last night? But the dried vaginal fluid on my penis told me it really had happened.
It was hard to accept the reality.

"Oh. Okay!" My voice was barely audible to myself as I hurried away.
What I couldn't see was the faint sadness in my mother's eyes behind me.

However, desire can drive a person mad and change their outlook on life. My forbidden trip to the hospital left me
with remorse for less than two days. When the guilt subsided, the image of my mother's plump buttocks flashed through my mind. But I never dared to do anything as crazy as that day again, out of respect for her, for
respect for my father, and for my own self-respect.

On the third day of PE class, watching the diverse youthful figures on the playground, their agile forms... some
overdeveloped activity. Coupled with my "first taste of forbidden fruit" a few days earlier
, my desire reached an unprecedented breaking point! My mind was filled with images of my mother's plump buttocks and long, full legs.
Blood rushed to my head, making my eyes red.

"Teacher! I need to go home because of something urgent!"

Seeing my somewhat flustered expression, the teacher assumed something serious had happened at home and said, "If it's urgent
, go quickly. Call me if you need any help."

I barely heard the rest of his words and rushed home like a shot. I rummaged through drawers and found
all of stockings and underwear, spreading them all on my bed. Looking at "them," I found a
perverse satisfaction within me.

My hands trembled as I rubbed the black sheer stockings, the flesh-colored sheer stockings, and the partially undone underwear
against my already erect penis, slowly massaging them. Smelling
the sweet fragrance , I ejaculated four or five times that afternoon.

From that day on, I used my mother's stockings and underwear to masturbate whenever I had sexual needs, which made me
deeply infatuated with my mother's beautiful legs and buttocks. Sometimes I would
masturbate , ejaculating on them and fantasizing about deeply penetrating her vagina and ejaculating inside. Afterwards,
I would soak them in water to remove the traces, claiming that soaking them would make them easier to wash off. (At the time, I didn't
know that soaking in water alone wouldn't completely remove the semen; it would leave white spots. I always thought my mother hadn't noticed.)
(The crime).

I was about to graduate from university, and my thesis became my top priority. Worried during the day, I naturally didn't sleep
well . Around midnight, the pent-up stress of the past few days made me crave release, so I decided to secretly steal a pair of stockings from my mother's room
to masturbate.

That night, my father was on night shift at the factory. I tiptoed into my mother's room,
easily finding my way to the closet where her underwear was kept (because my mother owns an underwear shop, she's very particular about her underwear and has
a dedicated closet). Without much thought, I grabbed a pair of stockings and was about to head back when the memory of
that night inadvertently flashed into my mind. I paused, looking at my sleeping mother.

It was already very hot, and the towel lay quietly on the floor. Perhaps my mother wasn't a
very . She lay on her side, wearing only a tank top and underwear, her right hand folded in front of her chest, as if caressing
her breasts. Her buttocks were slightly upturned, and her pair of round, jade-like legs were crossed and bent,
gleaming with a warm jade-like color under the moonlight.

"Mom's skin is so nice." Throwing away the stockings, a frenzied desire finally took over
reason . I lay down on my side behind her, my hands trembling nervously as I grasped her
exposed, plump buttocks, gently stroking them.

Perhaps because of the heat, she wasn't fast asleep; my slight movement made her
dazedly . But I mustered my courage and went all in, directly reaching for her vulva.

I was dumbfounded; what I touched wasn't warm, moist labia, but a thin white panty liner.
I slid my hand back, the panties and panty rubbing together with a hissing sound.

Mom suddenly sat up, and I was startled by her sudden movement, half-sitting, half-lying on the bed in a
panic . A crescent moon shone in Mom's eyes. Her large eyes
stared intently at me, her face expressionless.

I felt a chill run down my spine under her gaze and didn't dare move. We stared at each other for a moment, then suddenly Mom raised
her right hand and punched me hard in the chest. The sudden attack made me lose my balance and I crashed onto the bed with a "thud." I thought,
"That hurts! I might as well just play

dead." Mom noticed I wasn't moving and

asked, somewhat puzzled, "Dead?" "Yeah, I'm dead," I replied playfully, noticing that Mom wasn't angry.

"Pfft." Mom couldn't help but laugh. And her laughter actually gave me a strange
feeling, as if I had been a dutiful son, bringing her pleasure, and the slight guilt in my heart vanished.

"Go ahead and keep pretending!" Mom playfully kicked my waist and got off the bed.

I thought, "If Mom didn't have her period today, would she be as compliant as last time?"
Thinking　 this, my penis began to stir again.

Mom didn't seem to be doing anything. After a while, I heard rustling sounds of someone getting dressed, and I curiously looked up. "If
you

dare look at me, I'll beat you to death," Mom said fiercely.

I was still a little afraid of Mom, and my somewhat erect penis immediately went limp. I thought, "Oh no, she's angry
!"

Just as I thought this, I suddenly felt a tightness on my face. Mom had covered my upper body with a towel, which made me
wonder what Mom was up to. Before I could even guess what was going on, my underwear was pulled down by a thieving hand,
and another soft, boneless hand grasped my limp penis.

Wow. It's Mom. Mom's masturbating me. Her technique is very skilled, sometimes lightly stroking the glans, sometimes gently stroking it.
It makes me instantly erect.

"Ptooey!" Mom spat lightly. So Mom's going to satisfy me. I lay down, pointing my erect
penis straight at Mom. I pointed to my penis to indicate that Mom could start.

"Smack!" Mom playfully slapped my penis head. The slightly painful and tingling sensation made me unconsciously
thrust my hips upward.

"Don't move." Mom said with a slight pant. Then came a moist, enveloping feeling. When
my penis was about a third covered, a lively little thing began to stir along the glans.

"Hiss, ah..." I couldn't help but groan. It was so stimulating. Each stirring of the little tongue
was accompanied by a suction force.

Only two words came to mind: "Mom." Knowing I wouldn't be satisfied, Mom began a
deeper sucking motion. When two-thirds of my penis was covered, she realized there was no more room for the glans, so she had to
stop. So, Mom's little tongue lingered beneath my penis, her mouth moving up and down, gradually increasing the speed, occasionally
licking the groove around the glans.

I was panting heavily under the covers. The room was quiet, filled with the slurping
sounds of Mom's sucking and her long sighs from her labored breathing. We were both completely absorbed in it.

Then I suddenly remembered why Mom hadn't told me to look at her. She had been getting dressed. Taking advantage of
Mom's secretly pulled back the blanket covering her head.

The scene that greeted me was unforgettable. It was such a lewd sight. Mom was wearing a tight
red cheongsam and black stockings. Drawn by my movement of pulling back the blanket, she stopped
sucking and looked up at me slightly. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back, a small strand
of hair playfully falling across her left cheek. Her mouth was slightly agape in surprise, a trickle of saliva running down to
the tip of my penis. Her left hand rested on my right leg as she stared at me. This was my mother—what a lewd
scene It was hard to reconcile this with the gentle woman who usually urged me to study hard and gave me advice on the little things in life.
A hint of anger, a touch of madness, a dash of lust.

I jerked to my feet, the sudden movement startling her. I roughly pulled her up, forcing her
to kneel me. My left hand gripped her waist, pushing the hem of her cheongsam up to her hips. I stared at
the square padding of her panties tightly encased in black stockings, while my right hand gripped my enormous penis, rubbing it relentlessly against her
vulva .

However, the firmness of the panty liner made me uncomfortable, and Mom noticed this, tightening her legs.
Fortunately, she had left a lot of saliva on it during oral sex. The friction between my penis and her legs made a hissing
sound. Because the saliva wasn't very lubricating, I didn't dare to thrust too hard, just slowly inserting deeply and
then pulling out completely. I also grabbed Mom's arms, pulling her towards me and pushing her out. The lack of lubrication
combined with the friction of the stockings doubled the stimulation of my glans, and soon I felt like ejaculating.

No, I can't ejaculate. Heaven knows if Mom will make me do it a second time after I ejaculate. So I thought of
a good idea, "Mom, can you put on your high heels?"

"?" Mom gave me a sideways glance without speaking, but instead hooked my leg back with her right foot,
signaling me to continue. Looking at my mother's wanton and frenzied expression, I felt an overwhelming sense of conquest. Ignoring her
feelings, I pulled out my penis, released her arms, laid her down on the bed, and walked straight out. After searching the shoe cabinet
for a while , I finally found a pair of white high heels that my mother rarely wore.

Carrying them into the room, I found my mother lying on the bed, rubbing her breasts. I thought, "If only she
weren't my mother, how lewd. But whether she's my mother or not doesn't matter anymore." I grabbed her two
restless little feet and carefully put the shoes on them. The red cheongsam, black stockings, and white
high heels were incredibly stimulating.

I hoisted my mother's legs onto my shoulders, held her knees with my hands, stacked them together, and inserted my penis
into her thighs, beginning my primal thrusting again.

My hands grasped my mother's two jade-like legs, caressing them, changing their position and angle to satisfy
the tactile sensation of my penis. After a while of rubbing, I heard my mother let out a soft moan. I grasped one of her legs with each hand
and spread them apart, the white high heels reflecting the light and tracing a graceful arc. My
mother her eyes half-closed, was kneading her breasts with both hands. Seeing my gaze, she released one of her large breasts with her right hand
and reached out to me, as if gesturing for me to give it to her quickly. I offered her my left hand, which was supporting her leg, and she
grasped it, pressing it against her breast and kneading it forcefully. So soft, so big. Was this
the breast I had nursed from when I was a child

? I leaned forward, spreading my mother's legs apart, and rubbed the base of my penis against her vulva forcefully,
like the final sprint before reaching orgasm, thrusting my body rapidly back and forth.

"Ah, um, um…" My mother relaxed a little, her voice groaning with my rubbing.
Her legs, clad in white high heels and black stockings, bent and swayed in the air, her breasts
changing .

"Mom, I'm going to cum." My throat felt like it was being choked, and I couldn't make a sound.

"No, no." Hearing that I was about to ejaculate, Mom pushed me back and immediately knelt down beside me. My
erect penis, half-kneeling on the bed, was taken into her mouth, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked on her beloved treasure.
But I wasn't satisfied with this shallow indulgence. I held Mom's head with both hands and pulled her back, my entire penis
disappearing into her mouth, accompanied by a dry heave from Mom and a clear "gurgle" as I pulled it out.
But Mom didn't seem to dislike this action; she wrapped her arms around my waist to reduce the impact.

I pulled out every three seconds to let Mom catch her breath. After a few thrusts, an uncontrollable tingling sensation
shot from the head of my penis straight to my abdomen. "Ah! Ugh!!!" With a low growl, my semen
shot down Mom's throat and into her abdomen.

"Huff, huff," I gasped for breath afterward, the intense exhaustion causing me to collapse onto the bed. Yet, this
forbidden journey didn't fill me with any guilt; instead, a surge of conquest-like pleasure welled up within me.

Seeing my weary state, Mom smiled slightly, removed her cheongsam top, kicked off her
high heels , and seductively straddled my lower abdomen, leaning down to gently nibble at my earlobe with her teeth.

"Little rascal, go to sleep." Then, she guided my hands to cover her breasts, and as I tilted to my left,
we both fell asleep.

When I woke in the morning, the sheets beside me were still a mess, and the heroine was already in the kitchen, busily stir-frying
vegetables. Had I conquered Mom? Yesterday was so exciting; the shackles of taboo seemed to have completely broken.
I turned over and found a pink note on the bedside table. I picked it up and read it.

"Once a week, too much will hurt your health." Haha...

A sense of satisfaction welled up inside me, and I rushed out of bed without even putting on my clothes, only to reach the kitchen doorway to give
my mother a big hug. But I was startled by my mother's icy expression. "Go back and put on your clothes, or someone
will see you and kill you!"

Oh my god... Mom, what is it that you've become? So seductive at night, yet during the day you've turned back into
the queen I awe. I'm a little confused about reality. But the days that followed were just like the note said. Every week, we would
find a day when Dad wasn't home, or before he got off work, to do some things we both loved to do.

Breast play, oral sex, foot play, leg play. Kitchen, bedroom, balcony, living room, bathroom. We tried them all in more than half a year
. Mom probably discovered my fetish too. All kinds of sexy lingerie,
stockings and were piled up in a big box in the corner of the basement.

Although we had been in close contact for over six months, we never truly understood each other,
because we both had an insurmountable hurdle, or rather, a tacit agreement.

This relationship continued until four months after graduation, when the international financial crisis erupted, causing numerous private enterprises
to collapse. The steel mill where my father worked was among the hardest hit. Because my father's salary was relatively high, he usually spent money
lavishly . The sudden change caused him to lose himself, returning home late every night, drunk and
swearing.

At the time, I was working as an apprentice at a battery factory assigned by the school, and I was digesting
the knowledge I had learned that day. I heard arguing coming from my mother's room, accompanied by heavy objects falling and a loud slamming of the door.
I knew they were arguing again.

In fact, after nearly a year of chaotic relationship with my mother, I no longer knew whether to see her as my woman
or my mother. Hearing the faint sobbing next door, my heart ached.

I silently went inside. My mother was slumped over a stool, sobbing uncontrollably. I gently approached her,
rubbing to lift her up. A shocking red handprint appeared on her left cheek. Seeing the handprint
, a surge of intense anger welled up inside me—I wanted to kill him!

But then, seeing my mother's pitiful, tearful expression, my heart sank. Yes, he
was my father. I had done something to betray him, and a deep sense of shame washed over me. I pulled my mother into my
arms, letting her cry softly.

Holding her in my arms felt like finding a safe haven; my tears flowed uncontrollably.
The "storm" lasted for a full half hour. It was past 1 a.m., and my mother was probably exhausted from crying.
She pouted wearily and rubbed her face, her adorable little face filling me with tenderness.

The dim light on the desk had a strange, beautiful quality. The chair had no backrest. "Mom, lean on
the table , I'll massage your shoulders," I said, expressing my tenderness.

"Mmm," Mom obediently leaned on the table, and I stood behind her, gently massaging her shoulders.

Soon, Mom began to moan softly, grabbing my hand and pulling it towards her body.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her shoulder.

"Love me," Mom's voice was soft and gentle, like she was proposing to her lover.

Looking into her watery, yearning eyes and hearing her gentle tone, my penis pressed erect against her lower back.
We both knew that this time it was "real love." Before, when we "fake love," Mom always had that
seductive , alluring feeling. But this time, I noticed Mom was shy, burying her blushing face
in her arms, leaning on the desk.

Her plump buttocks arched back, indicating that I should help her remove her "disguise." I carefully peeled off the covers,
afraid of accidentally harming the delicate body beneath. Then, in a few swift movements, I stripped myself naked.
Only half of my mother's beautiful buttocks, sticking back, were visible, but her juices were already flowing down her thighs onto the bench. My mother was truly
aroused .

I gently pushed her up slightly, my right hand reaching down. My hand touched something slippery, her soft labia trembling
slightly . The temperature inside her labia was beyond my expectations; I dared not penetrate further, afraid of interrupting this
warm moment. Guiding my hard penis, I found the entrance and slowly pushed it in.

My mother was very wet and slippery, but that didn't stop her child from accurately returning to her embrace.

"Swoosh…ah…" It went in. The process wasn't as difficult as I had imagined. When my penis was halfway in,
it seemed as if a small mouth inside sucked it in. The warm, slippery sensation, the
wet touch, almost made me ejaculate.

"Ah..." It seemed my first penetration brought Mom to orgasm. Her uterus sucked at my glans in
waves vagina, the abundant vaginal fluid making it feel incredibly tight.
I can't ejaculate! No, I can't! I held it in, and after a full two minutes, the urge to ejaculate completely disappeared.
Finally, I could move slightly.

"Squeak...squeak...squeak...squeak...

" "Ah...ah..." Each thrust elicited a soft moan from Mom. The slippery friction was
incredibly pleasurable, and each time I withdrew, I couldn't resist thrusting it back in completely. Mom lifted her face from her arms
, moaning softly.

In this tender space, a mother and son were engaged in intimate communion. The mother lay on the table, her buttocks protruding from
the stool , while the son stood upright behind her. The mother spoke of love, and the son expressed his tenderness. To avoid
shattering this dreamlike feeling, I didn't thrust quickly or penetrate forcefully. Each time was
very slow, inserting to the hilt and then pulling out completely, with a constant "sizzling" sound.

Perhaps Mom was easily aroused; her vaginal fluid flowed down my thighs, splitting into three
streams. After thrusting like this for about five minutes, I got a little tired, so I pulled out my penis and helped Mom sit up, straddling
half a stool. Mom, perhaps because I was making her more comfortable, turned around, spread her legs, and placed them on my
thighs , sitting on the front half of the stool, her back against the table.

Although I had seen Mom's vulva many times through her stockings, this was the first time I had seen
it up close without any covering. There was only a small tuft of dark hair on her vulva, and the tips of her labia were slightly dark. Her entire vulva
was soaked with vaginal fluid, gleaming with a lewd sheen under the dim lamplight, and it felt slippery to the touch.
A pungent, sultry smell filled the air .

Afraid the edge of the table might hurt my mother's back, I embraced her, my arm supporting her back. I
inserted my entire penis, just barely reaching her vagina. My mother wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in to kiss
me .

"Mmm," this was the first kiss my mother had given me since we made love. Every time we made love, she wouldn't allow
me to kiss her lips or her genitals. This kiss today held deep meaning; it signified that she was now my woman.
A nimble little tongue crossed from the other side, searching for its playmate. And my penis began to slowly
thrust in and out. Besides the "sizzling" sounds from the mother and son's genitals, the room was filled with the heavy breathing

of their tongues swirling together .
Soon, the stimulation of my glans rubbing against her, coupled with my mother's deliberate teasing, made me want to ejaculate
. I slightly pulled away from my mother's little red lips. "Mom, I'm coming!"

"Ah...ah...don't ejaculate inside..."

My mother immediately pushed me back, which made me even more unable to resist. I
immediately under her, which was pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, and ejaculated in a series of spurts
. A few drops even sprayed directly onto my mother's face.

Afterwards, my mother gently wiped the semen off her abdomen with a tissue. I went to the side, lay on the bed,
and watched her intently. Suddenly, I realized how truly happy I was. Not every mother can be like my mother
. I felt like I was in heaven.

Today, my mother was unusually gentle, helping me take a bath and scrubbing my back, completely lacking her usual seductive charm.
After washing up, we lay in bed without speaking, quietly enjoying this peaceful time. Slowly,
I fell asleep ...

The next morning, I woke up to the same pink note on my bedside table: "Just this once, don't do it again!" Hehe

, Mom. I love you!! As I got dressed and prepared to open the bedroom door, I suddenly noticed another pink note on the door, identical to the one on the bedside table, which read: "If you want to break the rule, remember to use a condom!" Ah!!! Good heavens, Mom, tell me you're a demon! Are you some kind of savior sent by Sun Wukong?! I know deep down that I will never see that gentle mother from last night again, and I don't want to see her again, because I won't　 let her get hurt again. Let her spend the rest of her life as her happy little demon! 　　Since having a real relationship with my mother, our relationship has become more harmonious. But the . Maybe it's because we've started to truly respect each other like a married couple, but I'm also a normal man with needs, in my youth, and I still have to endure my mother's playful "sexual teasing" from time to time. Two months of "abstinence" have made me think I have the potential to become a monk. My father's negative state no longer affected my mother's mood; frankly, she had abandoned him, or rather found someone new. I also quit my internship and found a job myself. Today was a holiday, and I excitedly went to the pedestrian street to help my mother with her shop, only to suddenly realize that since she sells women's underwear, who would dare come in and buy anything if I were there ? So, extremely depressed, I wandered around all day, finally reaching 9 pm when the shops on the pedestrian street started closing. I ran back to help my mother, looking at all the trendy women, feeling they couldn't even match one ten-thousandth of my mother's style. Thinking back to that experience, a wicked thought popped into my head!　　　"Mom, sit down and rest for a while, I'll help you clean and close the shop," I said, secretly plotting. "Okay, then you do it, I'm exhausted," my mother said, oblivious to my inner thoughts, happily sitting on the sofa and dozing off. Hehe, what a great opportunity! Seeing no one around, I quickly closed the door and turned off the lights, locked it from the inside, and covered the floor-to-ceiling windows of the shop with a cloth. Listening to the scattered footsteps outside, the laughter and chatter of passersby, and my mother's even breathing inside, a wicked thought instantly arose. The pitch-black environment gave me a feeling of illicit affairs. I tiptoed to my mother's side and gently shook her. 　　"Ah… what's wrong… ?" I immediately covered her mouth, "Mom, it's me," I said with a lewd grin. "You little rascal, what are you doing?" My mother seemed to understand. Looking around, she adopted a lewd and seductive expression. "Mom, it's been two months already, I'm practically as cunning as Fahai!" "You can talk about it when you get home. Don't you know where you are? There are people everywhere outside. If they find out, you'll be dead ." My mother was still a little nervous; after all, this was where she worked year-round. "It's okay, I'll be quiet. It's so dark, and the room is covered by a cloth so no one can see us . It'll definitely be exciting! Hehe." I chuckled lewdly. "Get lost, you little bastard! I'll teach you a lesson!" Mom slapped me and got up to grab me. I wasn't going to let her succeed, so I pulled her into my arms. "Mom, change your clothes, something a little lewd, okay?" I coaxed her gently. Mom glanced at me, knowing my tastes, and moved out of my arms, heading towards the inner room. I thought, "This is it!" I sneaked to the door and peeked through the curtain at the passersby, imagining Mom's lewd expression. My erection was high.　　　Time ticked by, and after more than ten minutes, just as I was wondering if Mom had sneaked out the back door, the inner room door opened. Because most of the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered by curtains, the light streaming in from the pedestrian street was rather dim. I stared at my mother's beautiful body, completely mesmerized. Her long, flowing hair was styled in a phoenix tail shape, cascading down her back . She wore an old-fashioned swimsuit, but unlike swimsuits, it was made of a light red, semi-transparent silk. Her breasts were clearly defined; below the nipples was dark red satin, and above them was transparent black silk. I could vaguely see a tuft of cute downy hair at her pubic area. The fabric covering her vulva, due to the indentation of her vulva and the tightness of the clothing, formed a W shape. Her two jade-like legs were encased in black stockings, the edges only reaching about a third of the way up from her knees. Four straps along the white lace trim extended to a white "belt" around her waist. "What... what's going on?" I stammered, swallowing hard. "Mmm..." Mom groaned, her large eyes half-closed as she swayed her hips and walked towards me. When she was less than half a meter away, she slowly blinked her watery eyes and licked my lips with her little tongue. "Is this something only my precious son likes?" The intense temptation made my penis almost burst. "Clothes or person?" I asked hoarsely. Mom didn't answer my question. She gently stroked my cheek with her right hand, then leaned forward, rubbing her large breasts against my chest and sliding down. The gentle movements removed all obstacles, and I could already feel Mom's heavy breathing as she became aroused. I held onto the edge of the counter with both hands, standing upright in front of Mom, slowly closing my eyes and tilting my head back slightly. Mom saw that I desperately needed "soothing," and knew it was time for her to shine. She put her left hand on my waist and reached up with her right hand to rub my nipple. Her mouth slowly opened, and she gently bit the glans with her teeth, seemingly testing its hardness. The penis, unsatisfied with her teasing, throbbed powerfully twice, making her giggle. Her head began to move back and forth, her lips forcefully enveloping the entire penis, sucking vigorously with each movement. "Suck... gulp... suck... gulp..." The only sound in the small space was the sound of her mouth sucking on the penis. Her oral skills were impressive; each time she sucked backward, she would lick the urethral opening with her tongue, and each time she sucked forward, she would stir the glans with her tongue, sending a continuous, warm, tingling sensation through her. Her hair swayed back and forth with her head. She knew today's game wouldn't end there; after sucking for a while, she felt the penis becoming somewhat red and swollen...

She looked up at me with a pitiful expression, and seeing her desperate pleading look, I knew she wouldn't be satisfied unless I went
all　 .

I lifted her up with both hands, pressing her shoulders with my right hand and pushing her against the counter, while my left hand kept fiddling with
her vulva, and my mouth was licking her breasts back and forth. After a few strokes, I felt her juices seep through the fabric
and onto my hands.

"Mom, I want to lick it...

" Although my mother was somewhat aroused, she was still rational. "No, it's dirty down there!"

"Please, Mom, it's not dirty, I want to lick it." Ignoring my mother's objections, I used my right hand to pull open
the small piece of fabric that tightly outlined her vulva, and pressed my mouth against it. The entrance was extremely slippery, warm and slightly pungent. It was
like drinking warm milk.

"Ah!!" My mother exclaimed, but realizing that we were in a "public place," she immediately covered
her mouth with both hands instead of pushing me away. Although it had a slightly fishy smell, the sensation upon entering my mouth was irresistible. I
couldn't help but stick my tongue into her opening, stirring it back and forth, and increasing the suction in my mouth,
drawing mouthfuls of her vaginal fluid into my stomach.

The teasing of my tongue seemed to be extremely arousing for my mother's sex drive. Her mouth, tightly covered by her hands, kept
emitting "Mmm...mmm...oh...oh..." sounds. "Mmm...ah...you...you little bastard
...so...so hateful...ahh...I don't want it anymore...mmm...stop...ahh...

" Noticing my mother's excitement, my lust also boiled. My right hand played with my penis, while my left hand flicked the
erect clitoris on her vulva, increasing the frequency of my tongue's stirring.

"Ah...no...mmm...ah..." My mother's body trembled, and her right hand quickly grabbed
the panties on the counter and stuffed them into her mouth, emitting an extremely hoarse and seductive sound.

"Mmm..." A stream of hot liquid rushed into my mischievous mouth, soaking my entire chin.

My mother, teased by my tongue, experienced her "first" orgasm of the day. Watching her trembling
body, I waited for her to savor the afterglow. Almost ten minutes passed.

"Mom, what about me?"

Startled by my voice, my mother glanced at me seductively. "Wait a minute!" she said, her voice a mix of coquettishness and
lust . She picked up a small bag and pulled out a
four-pack of condoms with "Durex" written on it. "I've been preparing for a long time," my mother said, seemingly teasing me for taking so
long to pamper her.

"How do I put this on, Mom? Help me put it on." Actually, I really didn't know how to put on a condom; I'd given my virginity to my mother.
And only once.

Mom tore open a package, blew on the condom, and touched my penis with her left hand. "Huh?"
It turned out there was a lot of Mom's saliva on my penis. I saw her hold my penis and suck on the glans hard.
"Pop!" "Ah!" Mom sucked hard, and my penis became less wet.

Mom looked through the crack at the sparse pedestrians outside. She had successfully put on the condom,
and then stroked my penis with the condom on. I gestured for Mom to turn around, bent over and leaned against the counter,
rubbing my penis against her labia, because I had just orgasmed. Mom's labia were very wet, and the
glans made a "squeaking" sound when rubbing. Feeling that my penis was hard enough, I slowly inserted it, pushing the glans
in. "Ah." I couldn't help but groan, and with a "plop," my penis instantly disappeared into Mom's
vagina.

The friction wasn't very strong after putting on the condom, so it was easy to insert it all the way in.

"Mmm, so big..."

As soon as I entered, my mother's hips began to sway, and I inserted my penis straight into her vagina
, letting her move on her own. But it didn't seem quite satisfying, so I pulled my mother's arms to signal her
to stop, and then began to thrust back and forth. Gone was the tenderness of the first time; we, mother and son, were having intense intercourse like lovers , "slap slap slap..." My lower abdomen kept hitting my mother's plump buttocks. I pulled my mother up
from the counter with both hands . "Mom, let's walk around the room." So, my mother was bent over in front, and I held her arms from behind, thrusting my penis deeply with each step. It seemed that this action stimulated my forbidden pleasure even more. We walked around the room a few times, "slap slap. sizzle." I don't know if it was the sixth or seventh lap, but when I passed the door, I heard a lot of girls playing around outside, seemingly young women leaving work at a shopping mall. A thought struck me, and I turned my mother around, pushing her against the glass door behind the curtain . She cooperated, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, so she was completely suspended on me. She guided my penis into her vagina with her own hands. I, in turn, held her plump buttocks and thrust my penis in and out forcefully… 　　“Ahhh…you little beast, slower…slower…there are people outside…” My mother couldn’t withstand my intense assault, but afraid of crying out, she could only suppress her voice, trying to get me to slow down. I was in the throes of pleasure, completely ignoring my mother’s advice, each time penetrating fully, the “slap slap” sounds growing louder. I pulled back a corner of the curtain, watching the youthful figures playing and running outside, while I, in the quiet bedroom, thrust into my mother’s vagina, watching their frolicking. After the girls outside left, I turned around, lowered one of my mother’s legs, and placed the other on my shoulder. While licking my mother's little feet, I stroked her plump thighs. Looking down at our joined bodies, I saw a dark, veiny penis thrusting in and out of her dark red vagina, each stroke accompanied by a "gurgling" sound. Under the light, her vaginal fluids flowed from my mother's vagina onto my penis, and with each deep thrust, her vagina pushed the fluids up to the base of my penis, then dripped down my testicles to the ground... "Ah... Mom... Mom... Ah..." The visual impact made me unable to hold back any longer, my vas deferens loosened, and my large penis filled the condom with semen.　　　Around midnight, if there were still people on the pedestrian street, you could hear faint moans coming from within. Because the space had become more open, my mother also began to moan loudly, and we had used four condoms. Inside the shop, I lay on my back on the floor, my mother half-kneeling around my waist, her large buttocks rising and falling with my chest.

"Splat splat splat..." Her labia and lower abdomen were covered in vaginal fluid. Every time she lifted her hips
, several strands of fluid would stick together and stretch into threads. Beside me lay a condom filled with semen.

"Mom, stop."

Mom looked at me with a somewhat frantic and confused expression.

"Come on, let's go outside, okay? There's no one outside." As she said this, Mom's eyes lit up
, and a lustful and seductive look appeared on her face.

We walked to a street lamp in front of the shop. Mom held onto the lamp with both hands, her buttocks raised high. I saw the reflection of her
vaginal fluid. My vagina was already a little loose from being stimulated for several hours. I guided my penis and slid it
in, continuing to thrust.

"Mmm, Mom, so good. I love you."

"You little beast, you beast...you little beast...ahhh...

" Mom was still afraid to make a sound outside, only letting out soft moans. Looking at my mother's
wanton body in her sexy lingerie, a sense of conquering satisfaction filled my entire body.

A moment later, I changed positions, telling my mother to lie back, grabbing the lamppost with both hands. Then I brought her
legs together, grabbing her ankles and pulling them high above her head, her vulva perfectly aligned with my erect penis. With a thrust of my hips, I
entered her accurately. What a lewd move! My mother, completely compliant, could only passively accept each powerful
thrust. As I thrust, I licked her ankles with my tongue, soaking her black stockings with my
saliva .

"Sizzle... sizzle. Slap... slap..."

"Ah... um... you little beast, a little shallower... too deep..."

Sometimes I would spread my mother's legs apart and thrust quickly a few times, sometimes I would bring her legs together and rub them slowly a few times.
Who would have thought that in the bustling pedestrian street during the day, a mother and son would be passionately engaging in intercourse in the early morning?

It was almost 2 AM when we got home. Dad wasn't home; he was probably drunk and
staying . Mom, however, was wearing a full set of sexy lingerie with a trench coat over it, and we walked home together.

When we got home, Mom helped me wash up like a wife, and then we snuggled together and went to sleep.

Last night's several encounters completely voided our weekly agreement with Mom, and we started our own
sex life. Sometimes, when Mom was cooking in the kitchen, I couldn't resist taking off her clothes and penetrating her. Mom
never seemed to mind my teasing and sexual behavior, as long as I used a condom.

I really don't know what Mom was thinking, because sometimes when I teased her until she was drooling and
overflowing　 , she would forcibly stop me if I forgot to buy a condom.

My first time ejaculating inside Mom was during a trip. It happened when Mom and I went to
Mount Tai; the daytime sightseeing left us still very excited when we returned to the hotel.

This was our first long trip together after two years of "love" between mother and son. We stayed in a relatively
high-end star-rated hotel. Looking at the clock, it was almost ten o'clock. My mother was showering in the bathroom, while I lay on
the sofa watching a movie.

*Snap* My mother emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. The white towel only covered a small part of her
breasts , the edge just reaching the base of her buttocks. Her loose hair was still steaming.

"Go take a shower,"

my mother said in a somewhat commanding tone. I ignored her and simply picked her up from the floor. "
What's It's pointless." I sat on the sofa, letting my mother sit across my lap.
I opened a pre-prepared condom from the cabinet next to the sofa and handed it to my mother.

We had been making love for over six months, and there was no longer any shyness. My mother flicked my
forehead and carefully put the "condom" on me.

"You're so impatient, aren't you? You can't resist seeing Mom's body?" She helped me put on the condom, then fastened her
vulva, supporting herself as she inserted my penis.

"Slap...slap...sizzle..."

"Ah...you little thing, Mom really likes you." Mom tossed her flowing hair, her body
writhing like a snake. Soon she felt tired.

"It's your turn. I'm a little tired from climbing up today. Let me relax

." "Come on, let's go to the bed." The sofa was a bit cramped. I let Mom cling to me
, and I supported her hips, placing her on the bed. I stood below and began thrusting rapidly.

"Slap...slap...sizzle..."

"Ah, so good...mmm..." Mom also tasted the fruits of her son's labor, moaning ecstatically.

"Mom, your son will take good care of you." I changed positions and varying the frequency of my thrusts,
but after nearly 20 minutes, there was still no sign of ejaculation. "Mom, you do it. I can't ejaculate by myself."

"Hmm..." Mom got up and sat on my back, beginning the classic lotus position. If it weren't for
this position, you wouldn't notice how agile Mom's body was; her slender, rounded legs unleashed astonishing power,
her body undulating exaggeratedly up and down. This created a loud, lewd "slap slap" sound from our bodies.

Perhaps because of my heightened excitement, I still showed no signs of ejaculation.

"What's going on? Why haven't you ejaculated yet?"

I was also a little puzzled. Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind. I pushed Mom down onto the bed, and my penis squeezed into her vagina with a
"pop." Mom was still wondering about my actions, but I swiftly removed
the condom "slip."

"Ah." Years of using condoms had made me feel unfamiliar with direct intercourse. The intense
friction between my vagina and penis made me ejaculate immediately, "Gurgle, gurgle..."

"Ah! What are you doing? Get up!" My mother pounded on my chest, struggling to get me to leave.

I thought, "No, I can't let this go after finally having sex with Mom without a condom!" Thinking this, my
almost limp penis gradually began to revive, continuing the rhythm of thrusting.

Perhaps it was the close contact between my son's penis and the flesh of her vagina that gave my mother immense pleasure;
she was now almost frenzied. She twisted her body wildly, accepting my son's brutal trampling.

"Ah... um... ah..." My mother's voice was almost a scream, radiating feminine charm, a star-level...
The hotel suite was very soundproof, so I didn't have to worry about anyone outside hearing. I started increasing the speed of my thrusts,
"Gurgle...sizzle..." Each time I pulled out, a mixture of my mother's vaginal fluid and my semen
flowed onto the bed.

"Ah...you little beast, no...don't ejaculate inside, ah..." My mother mumbled
incoherently .

"I...I've already ejaculated, Mom, loosen up a bit, we'll just wash it off later." I guided my mother
's subconscious, increasing the frequency of my thrusts. "Slap slap slap slap," after a while, the urge to ejaculate
returned . Watching my mother writhe wildly beneath me, I roared, "Mom, open your pussy, I'm ejaculating...
hurry up!

" My mother's consciousness was also on the verge of collapse. Hearing this, she spread her labia with both hands, mumbling incoherently
. I thrust forward violently, plunging my entire penis into her vagina. I gripped my mother's
ankles , pressing her forward, and bit her red lips. My semen gushed out, spraying directly into her increasingly swollen
uterus.

After ejaculating, I lifted my chest, looking down at my mother. Her hair was disheveled on the bed, and
saliva dripped slowly from the corners of her mouth. Large amounts of semen flowed from her labia. Looking at
my mother, still in the afterglow of her orgasm, I couldn't imagine what life would be like from now on… A mother's

love is boundless; there's no one better than a mother. I love cheongsams, stockings, and white high heels! The story also describes the mother dressing him in stockings and various sexy lingerie. How boundless is this love! Some women don't even bother to wear those seductive stockings and high heels to satisfy their husbands! A very good novel! However, I still want to say a few words!
1. It's best to be a stepmother, especially one who's between 28 and 35 and just the right age! Any older, and she'll lose moisture and elasticity.
2. Try a few more segments; one is too few. For example, do it in a karaoke bar, or have one in the hallway—those would be great!
3. If you have many brothers like that, you could try a small-scale exchange! Sharing resources prevents waste, after all, there are a few days each month when you can't use them! The article is very well written, showcasing the tenderness of motherhood perfectly.
Thank you for this beautiful article.
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I like this type. It's great, I've read it several times, and I don't want to close the webpage. I really think it's good.
Especially the mature and charming mother, wearing sexy lingerie, alluring stockings and high heels.
I love the scene where I'm having crazy sex with my mother, kissing her stockinged feet while passionately thrusting. I really love the mother-son incest series! Thank you for the great article! Many details are very vivid and realistic, and stockings and high heels are exactly my favorite. The article has a lot of sarcasm, but if you could add the kitchen, bathroom, etc., it would be perfect! The progress is a bit too fast, but it's still excellent as a short story. If the male protagonist had more tricks up his sleeve and the mother was more difficult to deal with, it would be more exciting.

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