Why Not Fall into Mediocrity? Chapter 1

Chapter 1
My mother and I walked hand in hand along the tree-lined avenue.
This avenue, built two years ago, was no different from any other road, except that instead of sidewalks, it was lined with large trees. The trees weren't very wide, each about ten meters across. If we were walking in the direction we were going, the residential area was behind the trees on the left, and the railway was behind them on the right. This avenue was in a remote location, with few vehicles passing by; it was mainly for the convenience of a small number of residents. However, it also benefited elderly people who liked to take walks. With improved living standards, young men and women with private cars also benefited considerably—you know what I mean.
My mother insisted on taking me for a walk here every day. I knew she meant well, but I disliked it intensely. There were two reasons: first, the environment wasn't very pleasant; trains rumbled past occasionally, and even the replacement of trees with flowerbeds was barely acceptable. Second, my mother was very beautiful, and it felt awkward to be led by her. If you ask why it felt awkward—why wasn't I satisfied with walking with a beautiful woman? That's because you've never considered it from a son's perspective. Honestly, I'd rather my mother were an ordinary-looking, talkative middle-aged woman, wearing shorts every day and forcing me to argue with her. That
way, I'd happily hold her hand and go for walks; there'd be nothing shameful about it. But if that woman were my mother, then I'd have to look at her differently.
My mother's full name is Zhou Huiyi. She was born into a scholarly family, the kind of traditional woman who was well-educated and reasonable (she started as a pure and kind young girl, and only later became a woman). She was very beautiful in her youth, with many suitors, but she was won over by my unremarkable father, which is quite unbelievable. My mother said that back then, my father would write her letters and love poems every few days, and she was moved by his literary talent, which is why she married him. I chuckled, unable to imagine
that my father, a vulgar and uncouth businessman, could have any literary talent. To outsiders, my mother had a keen eye for business, and my father's fortunes improved significantly after he turned thirty. While not exactly wealthy, he was probably the richest man in their neighborhood (my mother loved the people and things there, so she didn't move to a better place). It was enviable, and my mother was content. But as everyone knows, a successful businessman has his own thoughts and anxieties. Sometimes she would weep alone, which broke my heart. But having received traditional "wife-and-child-rearing" education, she endured it all, focusing all her
attention on me, hoping I would succeed.
I found it strange that my mother was so beautiful, while my father was still philandering and often staying out all night. She was 1.67 meters tall, and while she was slender in her youth, she was now fuller, just right, with only a small roll of fat around her abdomen when she bent over.
She had large breasts; I'd secretly seen her underwear—a D cup. When she wore tight pants, you could see her round, full but not large buttocks. I don't know if her buttocks sagged; it's hard to tell.
Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs full, her calves not particularly shapely, but for a middle-aged woman,
they were exceptional. She weighed 105 pounds, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. What's most striking about my mother is her youthful appearance.
She's forty-four, yet possesses the youthful beauty of a thirty-four-year-old woman. However, her demeanor clearly indicates she
's indeed past forty, calmly approaching fifty. Thirty-something women still harbor youthful desires, are very concerned with their image and
appearance, whether they are attractive, are restless, and prone to infidelity. Forty-something women are calm and serene, have come
to terms with life, dress casually (my mother isn't sloppy), and have a more generous air. My mother is like that; the only thing that excites her is my situation.
I'm currently a sophomore in university, but on leave. The reasons are simple and complex: poor grades (
it's not easy to get into a prestigious university), a breakup, and many other reasons. In short: I don't want to stay at school for now;
the farther away from that painful place, the better. After returning home in October, my mother doted on me, treating me like a three-
year-old in her arms. Every evening, she would take me for a walk to help me recover.
I'm very grateful to my mother, but it feels incredibly awkward. Just today, Aunt Zhang from the next building, who was walking
her dog, saw us and drove her big yellow dog over, saying enthusiastically, "Oh, Xiao Zhou, your son is growing more and more like you,
so handsome!..." My mother proudly replied, "This child is so good at studying, and you're getting more and more energetic too!
Yingying, come and call Aunt Zhang." I had to smile and listen to them chat for ten minutes. Whenever I hear people say I
look like my mother, I feel shy and helpless (luckily, there aren't many neighbors, and not many people take walks). Strangers
always cast strange glances, as if to say, "What are these two doing, acting like an inappropriate couple and mother and son? Have they
no shame?" My mother can be shameless for my sake, but I can't. I'm only twenty, and being stared at like this every day feels
like being pricked by needles. My mother, however, is completely oblivious.
Today, my mother and I came back from a walk around eight o'clock. After dawdling and packing, I went back to my room and played on the computer for a while
, until it was past nine. Then my mother called to me from the living room, "Yingying, Mom's going to shower first, you can shower later, okay?"
I snapped out of my daze and replied, "Okay, you shower first, don't worry about me!" But I put the computer on standby and
went to the living room. Because I had just seen some inappropriate content online, I was feeling restless and started
targeting my mother. But our bathroom is so well-designed that it doesn't give me any chance to peek.
If I made an excuse to go to the toilet, my mother would definitely not let me in. So I waited on the living room sofa, turned on the TV
, and eagerly awaited my mother's "bath scene." The TV was showing
"If You Are the One," and Meng Fei's rambling was irritating me. What annoyed me even more was the sound of water in the bathroom—why did women take so long to shower? Twenty minutes later, the door
creaked
open. With a burning heart, I casually looked out, and damn it, it was blinding!
My mother's shoulder-length hair was loose, and she was gathering it behind her head with both hands, completely exposing her large breasts
. Her pajamas were made of thin, opaque cotton, and her nipples were clearly visible against the fabric, seemingly
saluting me. I dared not look any longer. If she knew I was looking at her like that, she would surely yell at me and go back to change, and then I would
n't get to see anything.
I turned my gaze to the television and said, "Finished washing? Too slow." I glanced at her casually and
added, "Mom, you're getting more and more beautiful, like a lotus emerging from water!" I couldn't help but say it.
My mother glared at me: "You brat! You've learned to banter with your mother! Humph!" I chuckled sheepishly
. Reading what I've described, you might think my mother is a Lin Daiyu-like figure. She might
have had a touch of timidity and literary talent in her youth, but twenty years later, she's become a modern, ordinary, "
noble" woman. If she were still like Lin Daiyu, my father would be furious.
My mother said, "Go wash! Be careful not to use my things wrong again." I saw her watching television and quickly
glanced at her. Two small, white, alluring mounds of flesh were exposed from her low-cut round neckline. My lower body was already swollen.
"I'll finish watching this later, then I'll shower before bed," I said.
"Okay, whatever."
My mom sat down not far from me. I could smell a faint fragrance, and with a casual glance, I saw her
breasts peeking out from under her pajamas. Luckily, she was wearing long pants; if her legs were exposed, I couldn't guarantee I'd have any self-control.
My mother fixed her hair, leaned back on the sofa watching TV, and said to me, "There are grapes in the fridge, go get some
!" I inwardly groaned. My erect penis was like a bayonet pressing against my shorts; if I stood up, wouldn't I be completely
exposed? I stood up, turned slightly, pretending to be reluctant to leave the TV program, and walked towards the fridge, finally escaping
unscathed. While getting things from the fridge, I used the fridge door as cover to give my mom's nipples a good smug look
. Ah, grapes, I have a bag of dozens at my disposal, but I only want
those two that I cherish every day.
I soaked the grapes in a bowl and took them back to continue watching TV. Suddenly, my mom asked, "You really enjoy watching these dating
shows?"
I said, "So-so. The host is quite interesting."
"What's going on between you and your girlfriend?"
My heart skipped a beat; Mom really did want to ask that. I hadn't told her the specific reason I'd dropped out of school,
only that I was feeling down and needed to relax, and briefly mentioned my girlfriend. Sure enough, my mother took it to heart.
"It's nothing, that's how it is in college these days. People get together and then break up, then get together again," I said dismissively.
"Sigh, children grow up and become independent. Before, you always told me what was on your mind. Now that you're older and have more on your mind, you don't
tell me anything, which makes me anxious."
I could hear the sadness in my mother's voice, a faint sob in her voice. I forgot about her beautiful
figure and quickly said, "Mom, don't worry, it's nothing, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"
I leaned closer to her (with ill intentions) and said, "It's just that little thing about dating,
I just ran into it early."
"What happened?"
"My girlfriend cheated on me, she's seeing someone else.
" My mother said "Oh," and continued, "How long have you been dating?"
I really didn't want to talk about it, because I really liked that girl, and being cheated on naturally left a scar on my heart. So
, I said impatiently, "Mom, stop asking. It's just a normal thing. I don't even want to talk about it, so please don't either
. Let's watch TV!"
My mother said she wouldn't mention it, but out of concern, she still brought up the topic every few sentences: "Yingying, relationship issues
aren't trivial. Some people keep it bottled up, and their illness gets worse. Others face it head-on, confront the problem directly
, and although it's painful, they can definitely get through it. Don't you agree?"
I felt a little upset talking to her, remembering how good I was to my girlfriend, how she used to pamper me, and tears
welled up in my eyes. My mother continued to talk to me, urging me to confide in her,
but I stared intently at the television, not hearing a word the program was saying.
"Mom's been through this, I understand your pain. Remember, child, you won't
succeed until you've faced unbearable hardships. People are forged through trials and tribulations; suffering now will benefit you later
."
Even with my rebellious nature, Mom's words finally broke me down in tears. I thought of my girlfriend's heartlessness, my
indifferent roommate, all the setbacks at school, the lonely nights I spent drinking alone, and then I remembered how much Mom cared for
me, how someone still loved me. I was deeply moved. Seeing me cry was more painful for Mom than her own suffering. She sat down beside me,
put her arm around my shoulder, and pulled me into her embrace, saying, "It's okay, Mom's here..."
I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I felt something soft against my right arm, and my grief lessened considerably.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed my mom's unbraced breast. Actually, I'd already recovered from those painful experiences, and by the time I got home, I was
almost completely healed. But under the immense temptation, I threw myself into my mother's arms and burst into tears . The tears, which had been building up for so long,
were incredibly heartfelt. I pressed my face against her left breast, my nose pressed firmly against her large nipple, occasionally
lightly touching it with my lips—it felt like paradise. My mother, of course, had no idea of my wicked intentions. Her heart
ached terribly, and she kept patting my back to comfort me: "Cry, it'll be alright if you cry it out. Mom's here, don't be afraid…
"
The sweet fragrance of my mother filled my nostrils, and her soft, large breasts were a feast for my eyes. My penis
was hard as iron again, but reason prevailed; I was simply holding my mother tightly and pouring out my heart. After crying for a while, my tears
dried, and I couldn't pretend anymore. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how. So I looked up at my mother and
called out, "Mom...
" My mother was still patting my back. Hearing me speak, she looked at me too. I saw tears in her eyes and said, "Mom
, don't be sad. Your son won't be discouraged. I'll definitely find you a better daughter-in-law in the future."
"Yes, Mom isn't sad. Mom can endure everything else, but it's you who have been wronged..." she said, tears welling up again.
I was startled. My mother's words clearly implied something. I asked urgently, "Mom, has Dad wronged you again?
Is he cheating on you with other women again?"
My mother pushed me away, wiping her tears, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! Don't say such hurtful things!"
"I won't acknowledge this father anymore!"
"Your father has it tough too. He has to socialize every day, and he has to smile at everyone. He doesn't come home for our sake
. Everything we have now was earned by your father. You can't say such things about your father!" My mother was very angry.
"Mom! He doesn't come home because he's seeing another woman!" I yelled.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Mom was really angry and shouted at me. She stood up, took a breath to calm herself,
and said, "Go wash up! Don't play on the computer anymore, Mom's going to bed." She went to the kitchen, washed her face, and went back
to her bedroom.
I stood there alone, my mind a jumble of thoughts. I wished my mother was just an ordinary middle-aged woman; actually, I
wished for an ordinary, unremarkable family of my own. Dad was away from home most of the time, and Mom was always crying alone. This family was simply...
This doesn't feel like a home. If my mother were an ordinary woman, and my father were just an ordinary worker, even without much
money, I wouldn't complain. A happy and harmonious family would be enough!
Now I have no sex drive at all. After showering, I went back to my bedroom, turned off the computer, and went to bed. But I
couldn't fall asleep. My mind was filled with images of my mother crying. As the saying goes, a child is the apple of their mother's eye. My mother values me
more than herself, and I love her very much. She is the symbol of my family. If she is sad, the house is shrouded in
gloom; if she collapses, the family falls apart. She, such a proud and independent woman, allows my father to run wild outside
, all for me, for her son to have a complete family. Otherwise, with her looks and charm, and countless suitors
, she would have divorced and remarried long ago. I hate my father and love my mother dearly.
My mind is a mess. I've thought about many things, even imagining myself pinning my father to the ground and beating him. I opened my eyes, picked up
my phone, and it was already past one o'clock. I sat up, trying to clear my head and stop my racing thoughts, but my mind wouldn't cooperate
, constantly conjuring up the worst possible scenarios of family breakdown. I was terribly worried about my mother; she must be secretly
crying, perhaps even keeping a large bottle of sleeping pills by her bedside! I fumbled for the light switch, opened the door, and headed towards my parents' bedroom.
I pressed myself against the door, but heard nothing. This terrified me even more. Had Mom really tried to
commit suicide by overdosing on the pills? I tried gently pushing the door open; it wasn't locked. The moonlight filtering through the curtains was dim;
I could only see my mother turned sideways, facing inwards. I crept forward, feeling my way, until I finally reached the bed. Because
of the darkness, I couldn't see my mother's face clearly, so I carefully stepped onto the bed, slowly approached, and knelt beside her,
scrutinizing her closely to make sure she was alright. What I saw caused my heart to explode with despair.
I saw my mother lying on her side, tears still streaming from the corners of her eyes. The dim light completely
erased her already few wrinkles, revealing a face that, though imperfect, could captivate countless men, quietly blooming and exuding a soft fragrance
. Due to the pressure of her arms, her breasts were almost bursting out of her nightgown, her right breast revealing a large expanse of
snow-white flesh, the pale areola half hidden and half provocatively exposed, instantly igniting my erection
. I dared not look any longer, cursing inwardly, "Damn! Such perfect breasts belong to that idiot Dad!" I prepared
to tiptoe out of bed.
Unexpectedly, my mother moved her arm, groaned, and groggily sat up, propping herself up on her left elbow
, shaking her head as if to clear her mind. I was startled, and in a moment of quick thinking, sat down and said, "Mom,
I'm afraid you..." But I stammered, unable to finish the sentence.
My mother, still half-asleep, looked over, paused for a moment, then rushed towards me and hugged me tightly,
saying in a coquettish tone, "You're finally back! I missed you so much!" She then kissed my lips. The room was dimly lit, and I
was backlit, so she mistook me for my father. My mind went completely blank for a moment. I hadn't intended to do anything
monstrous when I came, but instinct made me involuntarily open my mouth and intertwine my tongue with hers. In a daze, my hands
reached for her large breasts, grasping their softness through her thin clothing, almost moved to tears. Without
the support of my arms, we both fell onto the bed. My mother kissed me incessantly; she seemed completely absorbed in the kiss, her tongue constantly
tasting my tongue, licking my teeth, and occasionally escaping from my mouth to lick my nose. Her breath
was clean, with a faint sweetness—probably the legendary salivary amylase. I was a little breathless,
so I grabbed her breasts and pushed her away.
"You really enjoy sleeping with other women? Am I that bad?" Mom sighed and
rolled off me.
How could I give up now? I roared and pounced on her, pressing down on her incredibly soft body. I don't like kissing
, so I attacked her neck and earlobes, my hands slipping under her pajamas to grab her large breasts.
Mom panted, "Slow down, it hurts." But I wouldn't listen. Before, there was only clothing; now, skin to skin, zero-distance contact
, it felt so good I wanted to shout "Mom!" After a while, I was satisfied. I kissed her from her neck to her collarbone, all the way down,
listening to her soft moans. I slipped under her clothes and greedily gnawed on her large breasts. After the left, I gnawed on the right, sucking on
the nipples, making her large white breasts drip with juice. Mom laughed at me from above, "Old man, so eager
! What were you doing all this time!" She even patted my back. With her breasts occupied by my mouth, my hands attacked her buttocks and thighs. My left hand
slipped inside her pants and grabbed half of Mom's buttocks, almost bringing tears to my eyes. Damn, her breasts were as
soft as breasts, and her buttocks as smooth as buttocks! So I continued to rub them. My right hand wandered between her two plump thighs
; the feel wasn't quite as good as her breasts and buttocks, but it was still full and firm. Even better, after rubbing
her thighs with my right hand, I reached for her bulging vulva. The moment I touched it, Mom let out a soft "hmm," a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. So,
accompanied by this ethereal sound, I slipped my hand inside her underwear, heading straight for the heart of the matter. I felt a fair amount of pubic hair, but it wasn't messy and was quite neat
. Although I'd only made love a few times, I was quite experienced and easily found the paradise. My fingers slid over her labia majora and
slipped a little inside. Mom shuddered, her legs clamping tightly around my hand, not sure if she wanted me to go any further or
leave.
She was panting heavily, and I could feel fluid seeping out below. So I used my index finger to poke and prod, pressing the tender flesh inside her vagina and
pinching her already erect clitoris. Mom immediately became wildly aroused, her whole body burning hot, especially when I was pinching her clitoris with my right hand
. She cried out several times, her legs almost crushing my hand. I thought, it seems Mom's boudoir has been lonely and
dry for a long time, it's really hard on this beautiful woman.
I always like to have plenty of foreplay so that we can both get into the mood immediately upon penetration. Now
I saw that Mom was almost ready, so I pulled my right hand out, pulled down my underwear, and exposed my penis, ready to take
her. Unexpectedly, as soon as I pulled my hand out, Mom couldn't wait any longer. She said in a daze, "Don't go... um,
yes, don't use your hand, use your penis to fuck me." I was shocked. I didn't expect my dignified mother to say such a thing. Just now
I had only said "play with women" and she was already furious. I was stunned for a moment. My mother, unexpectedly, took the initiative. She got up,
pinned me down, took off her shirt and trousers, straddled me, and said, "Let me serve you well today."
"You, so you won't always be thinking about other women!" A cold sweat broke out on my lap. Her two
large breasts trembled on her chest, her soft, smooth buttocks pressing against my penis. But if she looked closely, she
would see my face clearly, and realize that the person beneath her wasn't her husband, but her son! Mom looked down, found my penis with her hand
, examined it carefully, and said, "It's so hard today, seems even bigger than usual. Hmm, homesick, huh? Good boy,
I'll take you home." With that, she parted her labia with her left hand and helped me sit down. My mind went blank; I only
felt my penis entering a soft, smooth, and powerful paradise. Mom's vagina was tightly gripping me, pressed against me, and
I could clearly feel every tender piece of flesh inside. The moment my penis slid into her vagina, I gripped the sheets tightly, my entire
consciousness focused on the glans, feeling the warmth Mom bestowed upon me. After Mom sat down, she let out a long sigh,
then closed her eyes and began to move up and down, stroking me. I breathed a sigh of relief, but remained too afraid to move,
lest my mother open her eyes and see the truth. I stared intently at her; in the dim moonlight, she resembled a celestial being descended to earth.
Her head bobbed back and forth, her breasts rising and falling with the waves, her hands pressed against my lower abdomen, her full buttocks slapping against
my hips, the coolness of her buttocks and the heat of her vagina complementing each other.
"Mmm...ah..." my mother moaned softly. I desperately wanted to reach out and touch her breasts, to rub her buttocks
, but I dared not. This lack of distraction made my glans unusually sensitive, and combined with
the intense stimulation before me, after less than forty thrusts, a heat surged between my legs, my body stiffened, and I ejaculated.
I ejaculated several times, feeling that although this was my shortest, it was definitely my most pleasurable sex experience
(my first time, I usually only ejaculated after seventy or eighty thrusts). We were both covered in sweat, frozen in place. I sensed my mother
might open her eyes, so I propped myself up on my arms to hug her. Unexpectedly, Mom got off me, squatted down beside me,
and touched my penis, saying, "Old Luo, why are you so quick today? Haven't been home in so long, are you too excited?"
She never looked at me, and I froze, terrified.
Mom slapped my thigh and continued, "You're satisfied, but I'm not. I can't let you off the hook!" Then she
knelt down, opened her mouth, and took my already limp penis into her mouth.
Damn! Oral sex! Oral sex after I'd already ejaculated! I'd only ever read about submissive heroines in novels
cleaning a man's penis after he ejaculated, but I never imagined such bliss would happen to me. (Mom wasn't
cleaning my penis, of course; she wanted to help me regain my virility. I was puzzled as to why my usually dignified mother was so
… well… wanton. Was she just too thirsty? Or was this the legendary "noble lady off the bed, slut in bed"?
) Mom's tongue teased my glans, probing my urethral opening with its tip, and I immediately became hard again. Mom, while
holding my penis with her hand, used her mouth to stroke it, mumbling, "Mmm… mmm… pretty fast."
I'd never experienced such treatment before. Mom's oral skills were superb, taking care of every part of my penis, from shaft to glans,
licking and probing, making me feel like my soul was leaving my body. I barely managed to lift my head and saw a beautiful woman kneeling on the bed,
her hair loose, her large, white buttocks raised, her soft breasts swaying, her head licking my penis up and down
. Heaven on earth, nothing could compare.
Suddenly, Mom licked my glans with her tongue. I shuddered and involuntarily cried out, "Ah! Mom…
..."
This was a huge shock. Mom looked up in surprise and whispered, "What!?" I nervously
shifted back, knowing I'd been caught. Mom slowly climbed to the head of the bed and turned on the chandelier. Instantly, the room was
bright as day. Mom was completely naked, one hand still on the light switch, the other on the bed. Her large, peach-shaped breasts hung down
her chest, her two pink nipples shyly erect (it's rare to see someone in middle age with pink nipples).
Her pubic hair was a mess, covered in my semen and her vaginal fluids. Her flushed
face instantly turned deathly pale, and she said, "You...you..."
I don't know where the courage came from (from a wolfish heart and lustful audacity), but I rushed to the bedside and hugged Mom tightly, kissing
her neck, saying, "Mom, don't be afraid...no one knows about us."
Mom was pushed onto the bed by me, pounding her fists and shouting, "Let go! Get out! You beast!...Even your mother
..." She pushed me away forcefully, and I was indeed pushed away a little, but now my face was right in front of hers.
While kneading her large breasts, I said, "I just wanted to see you, afraid you'd be heartbroken and something bad would happen. You treated me
like Dad, but you took the initiative..."
Mom still pushed and hit me forcefully, saying, "I'm your mother! You beast! This is incest! If
people find out, how will we face each other?"
"It's already happened! I already ejaculated, it's already happened, so don't worry. Mom, give me one more time!
" I excitedly kissed her face, my hands kneading her large breasts incessantly, while my penis searched for an entrance,
thrusting wildly everywhere.
But Mom was clamped down tightly, and I couldn't penetrate.
"Get away! I'll count to three, and if you don't get away, we'll sever our mother-son relationship tomorrow!" she
said with difficulty, her hands gripping my shoulders .
How could I possibly get away! "I won't! From now on, you'll still be my mother, and also my wife. I won't marry anyone else; I'll
only live with you." After saying that, I removed her hands and began to nibble and suck on her breasts.
Mom was heartbroken, but still resisted fiercely. She flailed her arms and legs, trying to kick me away, which made things easier
for me. I seized the opportunity, and with a few twists, my body separated her legs, my penis and vagina only
a step apart. Mom knew that things had reached the most crucial moment; if I went in, there would be no turning back. She struggled
to sit up, slapped me hard across the face with her right hand, and yelled, "You beast! If you want me to still be your mother,
get out now!"
I was seeing stars from the blow, a surge of anger rising within me. I moved my hands from her breasts to her crotch,
aimed my penis, and thrust forward.
Mom grabbed my arm, yelling, "No!" My first thrust didn't penetrate; the head of my penis touched her clitoris.
She immediately let out a soft moan, then pinched and twisted my arm—a sign of her weakness. I endured...
Despite the pain, I aimed at the opening and thrust my glans inside. A ring of tender flesh tightly enveloped my glans, the pleasure making me want to
swear. I slowly pushed my penis in, fully experiencing the slippery, tightness of Mom's vagina. As I penetrated
, Mom stopped hitting me, her eyes fixed on me, panting heavily, as if helpless in the face of impending death,
or perhaps expectant of me, repeatedly whispering, "No, no, no." I pushed in two-thirds of the way, my heart pounding with excitement,
and I couldn't help but thrust my hips forward, plunging it all the way in at once. Our pubic bones pressed together, the hairy outside feeling incredibly comfortable, while
Mom's vaginal muscles gripped my penis tightly inside, making it even more stimulating. But actually, all the physical pleasure came from the mind;
what drove me wildest was my beautiful and dignified mother lying beneath me, her vagina enveloping my penis.
Influenced by erotic novels, I had fantasized about Mom's body countless times, but moral constraints and my love and respect for her kept me completely
still. Now, Mom, her breasts bare, legs spread, lay on the bed, making love to me. The sight was
even more beautiful than I had imagined.
My hands returned to her two irresistible breasts, thrusting in and out a couple of times, an indescribable pleasure. At this moment,
Mom had given up resisting, turning her head away from me. Suddenly, two clear tears rolled down her cheeks, hitting my heart.
A jolt of fear shot through me, and I felt a pang of regret, but I didn't stop thrusting. I leaned down and kissed Mom's neck, saying, "
Mom, I love you, I love you."
Mom said listlessly, "If you leave now, it's not too late; otherwise, it will truly be too late."
Mom suddenly came to her senses, and with a strength she seemed to have drawn from nowhere, she pushed my shoulder forcefully. I almost pushed her away, using one
hand to grab her hand that was pushing me, and the other hand to press on her breasts to prevent her from getting up, while simultaneously thrusting even more violently.
Mom was clearly experiencing pleasure, moaning a few times, but still pushing and hitting me. As I kneaded her large breasts,
I said, "Mom, Dad wasn't good to you, but I'm good to you, I... I'll make it up to you."
"Get out... um... ah... get away, you... bastard... ah... I don't have a
son like you..." Mom was already panting, waves of pleasure washing over her body.
At this moment, Mom stopped pinching and hitting, only pushing my shoulders away with her hands, preventing me from getting closer. I could only
knead her breasts, feeling unsatisfied, so I pushed her hands away, bent down to kiss her lips, and at the same time, my lower body
vigorously pounded against my mother, who was like a small boat in the waves. Mom turned her head to the right, closed her eyes to avoid my
kiss, but still kept moaning.
Slightly annoyed, I straightened up, grabbed her waist, and thrust hard a few times. Normally, I would only dare to use these thrusts
when I'm about to ejaculate, but having already ejaculated once, my stamina has increased. Now I'm hard and long-lasting, full of confidence
—truly the best I've ever been. Mom didn't expect me to suddenly exert so much force. She turned her head and looked at me fearfully, panting
, "No...no...ah!...no...I...I...ah
..." Looking at Mom's large breasts rolling like waves and her coy resistance, I felt I would die for her at this moment.
I gripped her waist tightly with both hands and thrust into her with all my might. My penis, frothy with white foam, pounded hard and fast. Mom's vaginal
muscles contracted and writhed with each thrust, so tight that my soul seemed to fly away.
My mom was being pounded so hard she felt like she was falling apart. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, clinging to me, but she kept
saying, "No...no...you beast...no...I..."
I suddenly stopped and said, "Mom, what did you say? You want me to stop?" (I'm really heavily influenced by pornography .
)
My mom, lost in passion, said, "Don't stop, don't stop...no—" Suddenly realizing what was happening, she yelled at me, "Get out!"
I reached out and grabbed my mom's breast tightly with my left hand, kneading it incessantly. My right hand reached between her legs, using my
ultimate move against women (not very skillful, of course, learned from pornography and erotic novels), pressing, twisting, and rubbing my mom's erect
clitoris, while simultaneously thrusting harder, continuing to pound and pump forcefully.
If Mom had been barely suppressing her pleasure with soft moans and gasps just moments before, now she was screaming out loud: "Ah...ah...no
...don't...don't...kill me...I'm going to die...I'm going to come...ah...
" Her left hand continued to grip her breasts tightly, flesh spilling out between her fingers. Normally, Mom would have cried out in pain by now.
Her right hand kept twisting and rubbing her clitoris, teasing that little bean. I stared intently at Mom, thrusting forcefully. Mom
stared intently at me, repeatedly screaming: "You bastard...you're going to make me...make me...ah...
I'm dying of pleasure...it's so good...I'm going to come...I...I...really can't...it's so good—"
My face was flushed, I thrust desperately, feeling my penis go numb. Mom's vaginal muscles gripped my penis tightly,
the friction of the glans sending signals to my brain, which I tried my best to suppress.
I yelled, "Mom! Isn't it good?!" At the same time, I thrust forward with all my might, making a slapping sound,
wanting to shove myself all the way in.
Suddenly, Mom gripped my left arm tightly with both hands, looking at me with ecstasy: "No...don't make me orgasm...ah
...it feels so good...it feels so good...fuck me to death...fuck me every day...fuck me...orgasm..."
Suddenly, her whole body tensed, her nails digging into my arm, and she screamed, "Ah—!" I felt like I was being crushed. She
was already overflowing, but I still felt a gush of fluid gushing out, her vaginal muscles contracting incessantly, tightly embracing my
penis.
Mom's dazed expression lasted for over twenty seconds. I stopped thrusting, waiting for her to relax, and said, "Mom,
I love you."
She said weakly, "Get...get away..."
"Mom, you orgasmed, but I haven't ejaculated yet." I started thrusting again, but slowly and lightly
.
Mom smoothed her disheveled hair with her hand, then lay still, letting me do as I pleased. Her breasts were covered in my
scratches, her face was as red as an apple, her eyes half-closed, lost in a daze of passion. She looked so beautiful that I would die for her. I slowly
increased my speed, and soon Mom opened her eyes, regaining her spirits. However, as she opened her eyes, two
lines of tears rolled down her forehead. She said, "My nemesis... truly my nemesis..."
I said, "Mom, your son is your lover from a past life."
"Yingying, tell me... ah... do you love Mom?... Oh..." She looked at me earnestly, trying to hold back her tears.
Pleasure.
"Love, of course I love you. I'll love you forever," I said.
"Can you lift Mom up?" she suddenly smiled.
I was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. This was my favorite position! I leaned down, letting Mom wrap her arms around
my neck. I grabbed her full, smooth buttocks with both hands and lifted her up.
Mom's breasts pressed tightly against my chest, her vagina wrapped around my penis, fully inserted. She whispered in my ear
, "Now there's no barrier between us, move."
I hummed in agreement and began thrusting, gripping her buttocks. Mom's nipples rubbed against my chest, her buttocks were
in my hands, her vagina tightly enveloped me, and now it was yielding to me. I was blissfully in heaven.
The thrusting gradually quickened, and Mom breathed softly. I was driven mad with lust, gripping Mom's buttocks tightly, lifting and
lowering, pounding with tremendous force at top speed. Mom immediately gasped like the first time, but this time she said, "Ah...
so good... so beautiful... so incredibly beautiful... I'm going to die... twice today... ah... so beautiful... good boy...
Mom loves you..."
I shouted, "Mom! I love you too!
" Mom didn't answer me, just gasped, "Ah... ah... ah... ooh... umm..."
I suddenly stopped and said, "Mom, I want to suck your breasts."
Mom said, "Don't stop, keep going, keep going." At the same time, she freed one hand to grab her left breast and lift it up.
I lowered my head and chewed on Mom's fragrant breast flesh. After a few bites, I said, "Mom, I want to keep sucking, don't
let go." Mom said anxiously, "Hurry up and move, I won't let go. You can eat as much as you want." I sucked on Mom's nipple and
kept sucking, while at the same time I started thrusting hard. I glanced upwards and saw Mom
looking at me with her head down, her eyes filled with desire, muttering incoherently. My feelings were already incredibly intense
, so I opened my mouth wide and bit down on Mom's breast, swallowing a large piece of flesh. My teeth clenched the flesh, and my tongue incessantly
licked the nipple. My penis swelled to its maximum, and I thrust rapidly. Unlike the first time, I didn't care about Mom's pleasure; I just
fucked her with all my might, trying to reach orgasm as quickly as possible.
*Thump thump thump thump thump thump—
* "Good son…make…make Mom orgasm…it feels so good…you're so amazing…I…want to orgasm
…"
I didn't utter a sound, concentrating all my strength in my hips. Mom rose and fell on top of me, her vaginal flesh rolling in and out.
I felt I was about to ejaculate, and my thrusts became even more violent.
"It's so...so good...Mom loves you...you're fucking me to death—"
Mom suddenly bit my shoulder, whimpering. At the same time, a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out,
her vaginal muscles gripping my penis tightly.
I screamed, "Ah—!" I was driven to ecstasy by Mom's grip, my penis pounding like a machine gun.
My legs stiffened, almost cramping, while Mom continued biting my shoulder. I whispered, "Mom, it hurts."
Mom released her grip, resting her head on my shoulder. I felt weak all over and fell forward, pinning Mom to the bed.
Silence fell. I was immersed in happiness, while Mom was immersed in pain.
Suddenly, Mom cried, wiping away her tears as she said, "Get up! Get out!"
I stubbornly lay on her chest, sucking on one of her nipples, and said, "I won't leave, Mom, I love you!" Mom gently
stroked my hair and said tenderly, "Mom loves you too, but we can't do this. The mistake has already been made
, so we can only try our best to forget it. You've already gotten what you wanted, haven't you? Forget it...child..."
"No, Mom, I can't forget!"
Mom suddenly said sternly, "You're not allowed in this room anymore, understand? You're not allowed to touch me anymore! Get out!"
I was startled and stood up, saying, "Mom, you just said you wanted me to fuck you every day! Why are you like this now?"
Mom was furious, stood up and pushed me out, crying, "Get out! You beast! Don't ever come into this room again!"
I was pushed out of the room and looked back. Mom, her large, red and white breasts swaying, my
semen dripping down her thighs, looked at me, her voice softening again: "Starting tomorrow, I'll still be your mother, and you'll still be my son. Forget today
. Otherwise, I'll kill myself." She slammed the door shut.
I knocked: "Mom, don't be upset. I won't make you angry anymore. Don't do anything rash!"
Mom said from the other side of the door: "Don't worry, Mom, I'm fine. Let me be alone for a while. Starting tomorrow, everything
will be as usual."
I returned to my bedroom dejectedly, reflecting on what had just happened.

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