[Obsessed with my mom's mature vagina and beautiful feet]

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When I was about to graduate from university, I slept with the owner of a karaoke bar outside the school. She was twelve
years older than me. I've always been very interested in mature women who still retain their charm. I think I have a rather strong Oedipus
complex , but I've always avoided this thought, probably due to my years of traditional education. I
harbor both fear and expectation towards incest in my subconscious, something I only realized later.

My mother eventually found out I had a girlfriend twelve years older than me. I think she's probably a little worried; this is quite different from
Chinese tradition.

She insisted I have her stay with her on weekends... " When I got home, a young girl was there. I've forgotten her
name . My mother enthusiastically introduced her, saying she was a teacher. I've always had a strong sexual interest in teachers;
back in kindergarten, I could stare at the aunties' breasts.

I thought female teachers should be mature and beautiful women. But she really didn't seem like a teacher. If
the emotion corresponding to an Oedipus complex is a child fetish, I think she's more suitable.

I only remember her sparse armpit hair peeking out from under her sleeveless dress, which made me think her sex hormones must
not be secreted much. A friend of mine said his girlfriend (also skinny, with abnormal sex hormone secretion) didn't like him penetrating
her vagina ; she always made him thrust his penis hard against her clitoris. That's how she can reach orgasm.

My impression after hearing that was that abnormal sex hormone secretion could lead to many strange erogenous zones. I
understood from my mother's expression that she wanted to introduce this girl to me as a girlfriend, but I was really afraid she would ask me to
insert my penis into her armpits.

It was already nine o'clock after seeing the girl off, and I still wanted to go back to school. I had
heard about my mother's affairs at the factory, and I was afraid one of her lovers would sneak in late at night, and it would be embarrassing if I caught them.

I wasn't angry with her about such things anymore. My father had gone into business a few years ago and had been staying out all night. Later, after I
read more books, I also knew that thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger.

My mother was at that age, like a wolf and a tiger, and could understand... Solution. If this idiom had been taught in high school, I wouldn't have
argued with my mom about it for two years. Now, although I still rarely go home, it's mainly because I don't want to run into those
men. I'm not at the point where I can get along with them like nothing's wrong.

The second reason is that I've been preparing for my graduation thesis for a while, and I haven't had sex with the woman from the karaoke bar for two or three weeks.
I'm about to explode. Today is the weekend, the karaoke bar is busy, she'll be home late and her husband won't say anything, and I can
have more fun with her in the private room.

I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of ice water. I kept thinking about that woman's plump, white thighs. I thought she
would definitely , which made me hard. I needed to cool down.

"Tonight is going to be great." I secretly rejoiced.

"Zhizhi, Zhizhi." I heard my mom calling me from her room.

"What?" I was thinking about something good and didn't want to be interrupted by my mom.

"Come in." My mom said. I suddenly felt that my mom's voice was a little cloying. I don't know if it's because
I'm thinking about sex.

Anyway, it made me even more excited.

My mother was half-reclining on the bed, wearing a black leather skirt and black stockings.

That style seemed particularly fashionable that year; from eighteen- or nineteen-year-old girls to women in their thirties and forties,
everyone wore it. But my mother looked absolutely stunning in it. The leather skirt, almost reaching her thighs, tightly hugged her full hips, and
the stockings and skirt were stretched taut by her voluptuous body, making her look incredibly sexy.

My eyes involuntarily drifted away from her legs. I just wanted to find somewhere to have some fun as soon as possible; only after ejaculating
could I find peace.

I desperately wanted to go to my room and masturbate first,

then go to my sister-in-law's.

"You seem to have a lot of fun today," my mother asked, leaning against the headboard with half-closed eyes.

"Yes," I replied simply, wanting to end the conversation quickly. I was afraid that if I couldn't help but keep glancing at
my mother's thighs, she would notice. I also wanted to get back to my room and have some fun myself.

"How was the girl today?" my mother asked, smiling at me.

"She's alright." "It seems a bit forced. Lots of people at the factory say she's pretty." Mom seemed
dissatisfied with my answer.

"Oh, right, she's really pretty." I really hoped Mom would stop there; I kept my eyes glued to
the TV. This probably made Mom realize I wasn't particularly interested in this, and she seemed a little annoyed.

"What kind of person do you like? Such high standards!" I think Mom knew about me and that woman,
but she'd never mentioned it.

"I have my own standards."

"You like older women!" Mom teased me with a laugh.

I didn't know how to answer for a moment. Mom looked at my bewildered expression and giggled.

I felt her tickling me; I was a little ticklish.

I quickly twisted my body to avoid it, and only then did I realize it wasn't my mother's hand, but her
foot clad in stockings. I couldn't help but regret why I had moved away. Then, my mother put her foot under my armpit again. I didn't
flinch , smiling at her to show I wasn't ticklish. Seeing that it didn't work, she didn't rush to remove her foot,
leaving it there. I felt her fleshy sole pressed against my bare skin. Since I was still shirtless at home,
I could feel the warmth of her body seeping through the thin stockings and onto my skin. I was incredibly hard;
I'd never felt so aroused before. It felt so exciting.

She kept her foot there for several minutes. The room was quiet; we both pretended to be engrossed in watching TV.

After a while, she said, "Zhizhi, can you do Mom a favor? I've been standing all day, and those
high heels are practically crushing my feet, they hurt so much. Could you massage them for me?" I turned around and saw her smiling
so brightly, her eyes seemingly devoid of any sexual innuendo, but she had never let me do this before. I wasn't
sure if she was hinting at something, and I felt a little nervous. "Sure, Mom," I tried to answer casually
, but I could clearly hear a tremor in my voice.

Mom smiled as I hurriedly picked up her feet. "Slowly, don't be too rough," she said. I didn't
know if she was laughing at my somewhat eager expression.

I gently massaged Mom's small feet; they were so soft and boneless, so warm. In fact, Mom's feet...
Her frame was small, but her body was all flesh and plump, reminding me of small-seeded lychees.

The faint scent emanating from her feet further aroused me, making me hard. I never imagined I had a foot fetish
like .

Perhaps it was the incestuous nature of the massage that stimulated me.

I felt my face getting hot. I kept my face towards the TV, my hands stroking and exploring my mother's feet
.

"Oh...that's it, it feels so good," my mother said in a slightly nasal, sweet voice.

"Turn around and face me. You're massaging me while watching TV, you're not concentrating at all."

I think I turned around, my face flushed, to face my mother. She smiled happily, as if she was very satisfied with
her masterpiece.

"That's good, otherwise my feet would be uncomfortable."

Because she was half-lying down, when I turned around, her other foot was resting on my thigh.

"You seem very professional, you're massaging me so well," my mother said, closing her eyes and enjoying it.

I could steal glances at her full thighs, and the dark
area , aroused even more of my desires
. She looked so sexy; I felt the only true test of sexiness was whether or not one could generate sexual desire.

I was already burning with lust. The still-attractive woman before me, and the fact that she was my mother,

only fueled my incestuous urges.

I felt that my mother and I were both testing and seducing each other; this subtle process was more
arousing .

The room was quiet, the TV volume was low, and only my mother's occasional moans, "Mmm... Ah..." Suddenly,
I felt her left foot move, gently rubbing downwards along my thigh, through my athletic shorts.
Gradually, it reached my bare, hairy leg, and I felt the warmth of her soft little foot inside her smooth stockings—it felt
so good.

"Mmm... Zhizhi," Mom straightened the leg I was holding, so her thigh
was almost on top of mine. I could see the end of her stockings, and between them and her leather skirt was a bare
thigh. Mom's thighs were so white and tender, so full. I realized then that what I dreamed about when I had wet dreams as a child was Mom
's thighs.

"Oh... so comfortable," Mom groaned, but I didn't know what she meant.

I mustered my courage and moved my trembling hand down Mom's stockings to her thigh. I stared at Mom; her eyes
were closed the whole time.

Her face was flushed, truly like a peach blossom.

Her moist lips were slightly parted, revealing a hint of her snow-white teeth. My hand finally reached the top of the stockings.
When my hand touched her smooth skin, I felt her body tremble slightly, but she still didn't open
her eyes . My hand caressed her bare thighs, while her left leg kept rubbing against my thigh.
I gently rolled up the stockings and slowly pulled them down. It was a very obscene sexual innuendo; I wanted to see
my mother 's reaction, to see how much she could tolerate.

She kept her eyes closed, letting me do as I pleased. Even when I pulled the stockings down to
where her calves were pressing against my thighs, she cooperated by slightly lifting her leg to make it easier for me to pull them off.

I finally pulled off her stockings. Now we didn't need to hide anything anymore. We both knew this was
n't just a normal mother-son massage or playful interaction; it was incestuous contact.
Without hesitation held the stockings I'd just removed from my mother's body to my face,
inhaling her scent and warmth. My mother, perhaps noticing my lack of movement, opened her eyes. I stared at her, smelling
the stockings , and she looked back at me. We gazed at each other, neither of us speaking. She
looked at me like that for a long time. Then I put the stockings in my mouth, biting them with my teeth and gently licking them with my tongue. She
smiled slightly at me, then closed her eyes again.

I stroked her bare feet, her fleshy soles and each toe. I looked down and saw my
penis was already hard, creating a large tent in my athletic shorts.

I deliberately placed my mother's bare foot, which I was massaging, on my penis. Even through my shorts
, the soft touch of her bare foot stimulated my hard penis.

My mother seemed to sense something; she opened her eyes, glanced at me (I was staring at her), then shifted her
gaze to between my legs, looked for a moment, raised her eyes, smiled slightly at me, and closed them again.

"Keep massaging, Mommy's good girl," my mother said in a slightly hoarse voice.

I continued to caress my mother's little feet. They were so round and smooth, I couldn't help but love them. I
suddenly wanted to kiss them, really. I suddenly had a strong desire to suck on my mother's little toes. I gently
picked up my mother's feet and rubbed them against my cheek. My mother seemed to know my intentions. She
was panting and moaning excitedly...

"Mmm... Oh... Ah..." Her other foot rubbed against my thigh even faster. I knew she was very
excited. I stuck out my tongue and gently began to lick her soles. Usually, this would make it itchy, but my mother was in
the throes of sexual arousal and didn't feel it. It's like when someone bites another person's flesh during orgasm and doesn't feel pain
. People don't feel itchy at this time, right?

My tongue deftly slipped between each of my mother's toes, teasing her relentlessly, which excited her even more.
Suddenly, her stockinged foot reached down and pressed against my hard penis, rubbing it back and forth through my
shorts . Even through the shorts, I could feel the smooth, warm flesh of her foot, constantly stimulating my penis.

Overwhelmed with excitement, I opened my mouth and took my mother's bare big toe into my mouth, sucking hard.

Stimulated by this, my mother let out a soft "Ah!" I followed her toes, sucking on
each other foot thrashed about frantically,
trying to find the hem of her shorts.

Suddenly, she slipped her foot inside my shorts, my bare penis pressed against my mother's stockinged foot
. She continued to rub my penis, and I could feel
the warmth of her fleshy little foot encased in the thin stockings.

I saw the tent in my shorts throbbing violently, my mother's foot and my penis churning inside.

I sucked on my mother's little feet with adoration. I saw a look of fascination on her face, and she kept sucking...
She let out a soul-stirring moan.

This filled the entire room with a decadent, incestuous atmosphere.

I pulled my penis out from the corner of my shorts, rubbing my naked penis against my mother's bare feet. This time
, there were no stockings, nothing in between.

My hard penis finally touched my mother's flesh.

My mother clearly felt what it was; she began to breathe more heavily. I didn't know if she had ever been
this easily aroused before, perhaps like me, because the other person was her own son, engaging in the most
taboo incestuous sexual contact with herself, which made it easier to feel the pleasure of transgression.

I inserted my fingers between my mother's toes and rotated them. I knew my mother liked this. This time, I used my
penis instead. Because it was too thick, I couldn't insert it. My mother tried her best to spread her toes open; she wanted to use her toes to squeeze
her own son's hard penis.

I inserted my penis between each of her toes. Her face flushed, her eyes closed, her nose hummed slightly, and
her brows furrowed slightly.

I really wanted to press myself against her right now, onto my own mother's full, rounded body...

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