[Urban] Urban Chronicles (Complete) - 37-39

Mother's Vagina

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1 Patricia. Jackson glanced at the kitchen clock; it was 10:30 a.m.

Her son, Andy, was still not up, and she was increasingly worried about her seventeen-year-old son. Since returning home from school two weeks ago, he had spent most of his time either in bed or in front of the television. What angered her was that her son mostly watched adult films. Her son should be like his other friends, using his summer vacation to get a job or do something beneficial.

She went to her son's bedroom door and knocked. It was 11:00 a.m. and he still wasn't up. When she didn't get a response, she opened the door and went inside. The curtains were drawn, making the room pitch black.

She went to the window, pulled back the curtains to let in the sunlight, and then turned to look at her son sleeping in bed. The sheets were kicked to one side, and her son was lying there naked.

She turned away, a little embarrassed, but couldn't help turning back to look at her son's muscular back. Her heart raced with excitement; for fifteen years, she had only ever been in contact with her husband's body, a body she knew intimately. She was curious and wanted to see more of the masculine form before her.

Just then, her son rolled over. She quickly turned away, frantically thinking about how to explain if he woke up. Thankfully, Andy was still asleep.

A few seconds later, she turned back and let out a soft sigh. Her son's penis was erect, the foreskin retracted to reveal a purplish-red glans, like an egg. She swallowed hard; that eleven-inch penis was even larger than her husband's. He was no longer the little boy who had bathed her ten years ago.

She had a fleeting urge to kiss that incredible length, to entwine her tongue around that powerful erection, and to unleash bursts of hot, thick passion. The thought filled her with a morbid sense of guilt.

"God, I'm having incestuous thoughts about my own son." She turned and walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind her.

Hearing the door close, Andy jumped out of bed. His plan had worked, and he chuckled to himself. He was certain of a long-held belief: his mother needed a penis to fill her needs. He had decided to make his move on his own mother, a housewife whose husband was always busy with work, once he got home.

His mother was a sexy woman. Although she was 41, her body was still alluring. Her large breasts, without a bra, revealed red nipples through her t-shirt. Her buttocks were round, firm, and elastic, with a slender waist. The thought of intertwining with such a body in bed, especially with his own mother, made Andy's penis throb painfully.

"Andy!" came his mother's call from downstairs.

"What is it?"

"Come down for breakfast."

Andy smiled maliciously and replied, "Coming...on."

When Andy entered the kitchen, his mother was washing dishes at the sink. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a GAP t-shirt.

Andy sat at the table, his gaze fixed on the lines of his mother's round buttocks, his penis almost bursting out of his pants again.

"What are you doing today?" Patricia asked her son.

She didn't turn around, a little embarrassed by what had happened that morning. Her mind was still filled with the image of her son's engorged penis. The cup in her hand fell into the water, splashing water onto her chest.

"Damn it!" she muttered.

Andy looked at his mother, knowing what she was thinking, and asked, "Are you alright, Mom?"

"Mmm!" Patricia replied, trying to erase the image of her son's penis from her mind.

After finishing breakfast, Andy took the dishes and went behind his mother, pressing his body against her firm back.

Patricia gasped at her son's action; she could clearly feel his erection rubbing against her buttocks.

"Mom, I'll wash these," Andy whispered in her ear, then picked up the dishes from her hands and began to wash them.

Patricia was sandwiched between her son and the sink, his erection playfully thumping against her buttocks. Her pulse quickened, bewildered by her son's actions.

Andy slowly washed the dishes, enjoying the sensation of their bodies, a smile playing on his lips as his gaze fell upon his erect penis pressing against his mother's buttocks.

After finishing, he placed the dishes in the dryer. "All done, I'm going to sunbathe," he said, turning and heading towards the back door.

Patricia remained standing there, her vulva hot and wet from their contact. The penis she had imagined earlier was now playfully teasing her buttocks—that large penis belonged to her son.

She felt she should go back upstairs to her room and masturbate, imagining herself making love with her son to release her pent-up desire.

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2 She took deep breaths to clear her mind of filthy thoughts and decided to find something to do, like going to the supermarket to buy some things. She went to the back door to tell Andy she was going out. Andy was wearing his swimming trunks, preparing to go into the water. Looking at her son's strong body, his firm, long legs, and thick arms, she felt her vulva become even wetter. Without thinking, she moved her fingers between her legs, rubbing herself through her jeans.

Just then, the front door to the living room opened, and her husband, Carl, walked in. Patricia quickly stopped what she was doing and went back to the kitchen. Watching her 55-year-old husband enter the kitchen, she realized she could barely remember the last time they had sex.

"Are you alright?" Carl asked, kissing his wife's cheek. "You seem a little excited. What's wrong?"

Her son's penis flashed through her mind like a slideshow.

"Everything's fine, just a bit hot today."

"Of course, where's Andy?"

"I guess he's swimming."

"Yeah, at least he's not in bed." Carl glanced at his watch. "Damn, another meeting's starting. I just came back to get some documents. I'll be back at four today. Bye." With that, Carl left.

Patricia opened the back door to tell Andy she was going out too. He was getting out of the pool. Patricia could clearly see the shape of her son's penis emerging from his swim trunks. She stood quietly by the dark doorway, watching Andy pick up a towel and take off his swim trunks, his huge penis swaying between his legs. Seeing this, Patricia subconsciously rubbed her labia between her legs.

Andy took his swim trunks and went to the showerhead by the pool to rinse off. As he turned around, he saw his mother standing by the door watching him.

Patricia awkwardly removed her hands from between her legs and looked at the ground. Her son had seen her; what should she do?

Andy walked over naked, his penis throbbing between his legs, a towel in his hand.

"Mom, you really should come with me; it feels so good." He said, wrapping the towel around his waist.

"Um… later. I'm going to the supermarket to buy some things for dinner." Patricia stared at the ground. As her son's erect penis emerged from under the towel, her face flushed, and her heart raced.

"Do you need anything?" she tried to calm herself.

"Mom, you can go later. What you need is some sunshine."

"Put on your bikini and lie in the sun." Andy placed his hand on his mother's arm.

She felt a spark ignite within her. She thought she could sunbathe for an hour before shopping.

"I think you're right, I'll go change now."

As Andy's mother came upstairs, his devilish smile returned.

When Andy saw his mother through his sunglasses, she was wearing a white, tight bikini, the shape of her nipples clearly visible. His gaze drifted down; the bikini revealed the shape of her labia. Her long legs, still toned from regular exercise, were shapely.

As his mother reclined on the chair beside him, she murmured, "God, it's really hot today," closing her eyes to let the sunlight fall on her back.

Andy picked up some sunscreen and knelt down beside his mother. "Mom, let me put some sunscreen on your back."

Before Patricia could answer, Andy had already applied the sunscreen to his mother's body, gently rubbing it in circular motions.

"Mom, are you alright? Your muscles are a little tense." His hands continued to move over his mother's body.

"Ah, I guess I'm a little tired. Your dad's snoring last night kept me from sleeping well."

"Yeah, I could hear it from my room too."

As Andy spoke, he moved his hand to his mother's buttocks, and his mother involuntarily pressed her round buttocks against him.

Andy smiled and went further, moving his fingers between his mother's legs and rubbing her vulva.

Patricia felt her son's fingers on her genitals, startled by his actions, a certain part of her brain was activated. Her instincts made her close her eyes.

"Andy, stop what you're doing." She tried to provoke her anger, but the desire within her only grew stronger.

"Mom, isn't this what you wanted? Tell me you don't want it." Andy increased the pressure on his hand.

"Andy, please stop." Patricia couldn't control her cravings and could only hope her son would stop on his own.

Andy silently withdrew his hand from his mother's vulva. She breathed a sigh of relief, but her vagina was already leaking a trickle of lustful fluid.

Then, Andy pulled off his mother's bikini, one hand caressing her rounded buttocks, the other parting her legs to reveal her pubic hair. He then parted her slightly damp labia with his fingers and inserted them.

"Oh...oh...um...um..."

Patricia gasped from the stimulation. Her son was fingering her, his fingers probing her vagina. She told herself she shouldn't enjoy this, but her body knew she wanted him to do this to her.

"Andy, um...God, I'm your mother...um..." Her voice was weak, and her buttocks involuntarily rose.

Andy knew exactly what to do. He focused his attack on his mother's clitoris, teasing the sensitive spot.

"Oh...oh...that's it...baby...harder...ah...ah..." Her body swayed, her vagina involuntarily tightening around her son's fingers.

Andy looked at his mother's buttocks, like a delicious peach, and brought his mouth to her left buttock, gently biting it.

The physical pain combined with the lewdness in her heart drove her to a frenzy.

"Ah... Andy... don't bite... Mom... Mom..."

"Ah... faster... ah... harder... right there... rub harder..."

Following his mother's instructions, Andy rubbed her clitoris with two fingers, causing her to move even more violently.

"More... ah... ah... ah..."

Andy felt his mother was nearing orgasm; her sweaty buttocks glistened in the afternoon sun, and he could smell the erotic scent emanating from between her legs.

With his other hand, he pulled down the top of his mother's bikini, caressing and tugging at her breasts, feeling her nipples harden and stand erect between his fingertips.

Waves of pleasure drove Patricia into a world of madness.

"Oh...oh...please...kiss...put your...big...cock...in...Mom...want...ah...ah...hard...in..."

"Mom, do you want what you saw this morning?"

"You bastard...so...you knew all along...ah...ah..." She was close to climax.

Suddenly, the sound of a car engine came from the front yard. She opened her eyes and realized it was 4:15. Good heavens, her husband was home.

"Andy, your father is home." Patricia began to tense up, afraid her husband would see her being penetrated by her own son's fingers.

Andy pulled his fingers out, looked at his mother's vaginal fluid on them, and began to lick them.

His mother stood up, put on the lower half of her bikini, covering her newly exposed vulva, and turned to face her son.

Andy continued licking the precum off his fingers.

"Mom, you taste so good," Andy said with a malicious smile.

Patricia, enraged, raised her hand to slap her son, but Andy grabbed her with one hand, pulling her closer and grabbing her buttocks with the other. Just then, the front door slammed shut, and Andy began kissing his mother's lips.

She tried to resist her son's kiss, but he slipped his hand inside her bikini, fondling her buttocks, his tongue attempting to penetrate deeper.

The mother's lust was reignited; she forgot her husband, and their tongues intertwined.

"Is anyone home?" Carl's voice came.

Patricia moved her hand to her son's penis, gently rubbing it through a towel. Her vaginal desire filled her again, making her somewhat reckless.

"Is anyone home?" Carl's voice came from the back door, out of their husband's sight.

The tension jolted Patricia awake, and she broke free from her son's embrace.

Andy released her, but used one hand to play with his mother's erect nipple.

"Hey, we're here. What are you doing?" his mother responded to her husband.

"Getting some drinks. What do you want?" Carl replied.

"Okay, some martinis..."

Andy then bent down and licked his mother's right nipple. She tried desperately to prevent a moan from escaping her mouth; the licking of her sensitive nipple brought another wave of pleasure. The fact that her husband was twenty feet away, and that she and her son could be caught at any moment, made her even more wanton.

"...I want some martinis." Trying to control her tone, she pushed her son's head towards her hard, red nipple.

Andy cupped one hand over his mother's breast, putting the nipple in his mouth while his other hand returned to her vulva, beginning a second penetration.

"Oh... God..." his mother moaned softly.

"The wine's here," her husband's voice came from the kitchen.

"Stop, Andy... your dad... oh... your... dad... ah... ah..." She couldn't finish her sentence; the lewd pleasure made her dizzy.

Andy moved away from his mother, allowing her to catch her breath.

"You're right, soon enough, we'll finish it next time." Andy smiled, turning to walk towards another back door, away from the kitchen.

Patricia stood there watching her son leave, her vulva still burning and aching. Her son had cast a spell on her. She combed her hair, picked up the top of her bikini and put it on, then sat down on the recliner.

Carl walked over with a tray, smiling at her, not noticing anything amiss.

"Did anything happen while I was at work today?" he asked.

Patricia lowered her head, guilt preventing her from looking at her husband…

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3 In the evening, Patricia kept herself busy, but her mind was filled with the memory of her son's fingers on her vulva that afternoon. Andy had brought her to the brink, but hadn't finished, leaving her burning with desire.

Dinner was just her and Carl; Andy had gone out to meet friends. After dinner, and having finished cleaning up, Patricia returned to her bedroom early. The afternoon's near-miss had left her a little tired, and she was determined not to let her son repeat his behavior. She fell into a deep sleep.

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When Andy looked at the clock, it was already two in the morning. He quietly opened his bedroom door and walked towards his parents' bedroom. He could hear his father snoring. He opened the door and went inside. His father was sleeping on his side facing the wall, and his mother was lying face up beside him.

Andy was excited about what he was about to do. His penis began to erect. He went to his mother's position, to the bed between her legs, moved the sheet to her neck, and began to gently brush his lips against her toes and suck on them.

Patricia thought she was in a lewd dream. Andy was licking his mother's legs with his tongue and gently nibbling with his teeth. In her dream, her mother began to sway her body in response to his kisses. He used his hands to pull down her panties from her waist.

Patricia felt her panties coming off her waist. Half-awake, she lifted her hips to help those hands.

"This isn't a dream. Carl hasn't done this in a long time."

Suddenly, she realized that her husband was still snoring rhythmically beside her. And her lower body was being kissed, the owner of the mouth extending his tongue into her vagina.

"Oh..." she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. If it weren't for Carl, then it would be...

"Andy, please stop..." she whispered. Her husband was lying beside her, and she tried to turn away to escape her son's tongue.

Andy realized this and grabbed his mother's thighs with both hands, preventing her from escaping.

"Ah...no...don't do it again..."

Andy ignored her completely, relentlessly licking his mother's clitoris with his tongue.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"No...I'm your...mother...ah...ah..."

"Oh...oh...so beautiful..."

To avoid waking her husband, she had to control the volume. The pleasure of their secret tryst caused her desire to surge again. She couldn't help but sway her hips, hooking her legs around her son's shoulders, her body sweating with passion.

"Mmm...mmm..."

"Ah...my dear son...come on...I...want...to insert...insert your...thing." Patricia heard herself making a request for her son to have sex with her.

"Wait, I'm not finished here yet." Andy used his tongue to penetrate his mother's vagina, drinking all the flowing juices. He reached his hands to his mother's breasts, grasping her large, round breasts and kneading them, his fingers constantly teasing her nipples until they were erect.

"Ah...ah...oh, so good..." Patricia felt as if her whole body was on fire.

Her son thrust his tongue violently between her legs, rubbing it intensely against her vulva. She couldn't stop herself from crying out; her low moans mingled with her husband's snoring. She bit a corner of the sheet to prevent her moans from getting louder. As she lifted her hips off the bed to meet him, she pressed her head against the wall for support.

As Patricia approached orgasm during oral sex with her son, she felt as if her vulva was melting and about to explode; she could no longer control her moans.

"Oh...oh...Mom's almost here, let it out."

As Patricia reached her climax, she spat the sheets out of her mouth, her vulva involuntarily spasming. She arched her back, breaking the silence of this most intense activity. Pleasure surged through her body, and soft moans escaped her lips.

Andy drank all the fluids flowing from her vagina.

With her son's movements, Patricia rose higher from the afterglow of her climax, her legs trembling, experiencing a second orgasm.

"God, incestuous oral sex with my own son has brought me to an orgasm I've never experienced before," she thought to herself, yet her mouth continued to moan lasciviously with her son's movements.

"Ah! That's it...God...oh...oh...oh..." Her lewd cries echoed in the room.

As the final climax arrived, she lay helplessly on the bed, waiting for her breathing to gradually calm down, her body covered in a joyful sweat.

Andy was still licking her clitoris between her legs, delighted to have given his mother more than one orgasm, and once again feeling her vulva respond to his tongue.

"Darling, are you alright?" Carl, standing beside her, was clearly awakened by her recent moans.

Patricia felt a surge of tension, but she still held onto her son's head between her legs. Andy's long, warm tongue seemed to possess a magical power, making her unwilling to let it leave her vagina for even a moment.

"Darling, I'm sorry, I just had a nightmare, it scared me half to death," Patricia replied, a smile involuntarily spreading across her face.

"Then do you want me to sleep next to you?" Carl asked.

Andy knew it was time to leave. She slid away, moving her tongue from her mother's vulva to the inside of her legs.

Patricia felt her son leaving her sweaty body. She leaned towards her husband and wrapped her arms around him.

"Believe me, darling, no one can touch you while I'm here," her husband murmured in his sleep.

Andy quietly crawled out of the room, a malicious smile on his face.

Patricia's body still trembled involuntarily, savoring the playful feeling her son's tongue had left on her. Imagining the immense pleasure of his huge, thick penis thrusting inside her, Patricia drifted off to sleep in this lewd fantasy.

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The next morning, when she woke up, she felt a little disgusted with herself.

"God, what kind of mother have I become! Letting my son perform oral sex on me, this is completely wrong." She wasn't a devout believer, but she believed her illicit affair with her son was enough to send her to hell.

She was preparing breakfast for her husband in the kitchen, who was clearly unaware of what had happened just two feet beside him the night before.

"What kind of nightmare did you have last night?" he asked at the table.

"Hmm, I don't remember very well," she lied.

She felt guilty again; her son had misled her. Perhaps Andy didn't realize that what happened last night was wrong. She decided, somewhat angrily, to have a serious talk with her son after her husband left.

Carl left for work at eight o'clock, kissing his wife's cheek and jumping into his car.

After watching her husband leave, she went upstairs, determined to make her son understand the serious mistake he had made. She stormed into her son's room without knocking. The curtains were still drawn, and the room was dark. She angrily pulled back the curtains, letting sunlight into the room and onto her son's bed. This time, her son was covered with a sheet. His black hair was tangled on his head, and he was still fast asleep when Patricia shook his shoulder.

"Andy, wake up! I need to talk to you about what happened last night," she yelled at her son.

Andy opened his eyes as his mother shook him.

"Okay, I'm awake."

"Andy, we need to talk about what happened last night."

"Go ahead, I'm listening." Andy lay on the bed, looking up at his mother. She was wearing a pink nightgown, tightly belted at the waist, the shape of her breasts clearly visible through the fabric.

"Andy, do you know what kind of bad things you did last night!"

"Mom, you didn't complain about any of this when I made you climax last night."

"Andy, please, I need to explain."

"Mom, how many times did you climax last night!"

"Andy!" she shouted, somewhat out of control.

"I think you're only here to see my big cock, aren't you, Mommy?"

"No, I want to tell you..."

Before she could finish, her son pulled up the sheet and stood up. He was completely naked, and his thick, long cock was already erect like a rock. He pointed it at his mother. Patricia took

a few steps back. Her son's actions had taken her by surprise. She looked at his glistening penis, the tip already oozing a little of his aroused semen. His penis swayed gently before her eyes, like a venomous snake slithering towards its prey, towards the mother who had given birth to it. She could no longer take her gaze away from that seemingly most ferocious weapon.

"Mom, do you want this?" Andy asked his mother, rubbing his penis with his hand. Her son's foreskin was retracting back and forth, the glans appearing and disappearing repeatedly.

She felt as if hypnotized. Good heavens, her son's engorged penis had grown even larger. Standing there vertically, all she wanted to do was grasp it in her hand and suck it with her mouth.

"No, stop what you're doing, Andy. I just want to talk to you," she tried to convince herself, but seeing her son rubbing his penis, she became increasingly unsure what she really wanted.

"Then tell me, Mom, tell me what a bad boy I am, tell me this is wrong." Andy approached his mother.

But she tried to pull away and back.

Andy reached his mother, moving his hand to the belt of her nightgown. She tried to pull back further, but Andy had already gripped the belt tightly and untied it. Her nightgown opened, revealing her half-naked body.

She took a deep breath, and Andy stepped forward again to remove his mother's nightgown, letting it fall to the ground. She was now only wearing her underwear.

As she tried to back away, she found her lower back pressed against something, preventing her from moving. She turned and saw it was Andy's desk.

Andy came behind his mother and admired her body—smooth, firm breasts, showing no signs of sagging typical of middle-aged women. Deep red, round, and large areolas, the nipples fully erect. His gaze moved down to her rounded buttocks and firm thighs.

"Andy, what do you want to do?"

Patricia turned to look at her son, half-naked and exposed to his lustful gaze, feeling a slight pain in her genitals. Her son seemed to want to devour her alive; even with her arms covering her breasts, she felt utterly naked.

She looked down and saw her son's penis erect just inches from her lower abdomen. Her pulse quickened, the pain in her vagina intensified, and her panties began to soak with vaginal fluid.

He moved to his mother and grabbed her waist from behind. When his hands touched her skin, she felt a wave of weakness and leaned back. Andy moved his hands to his mother's shoulders and gently stroked her arms with his fingers. Then he moved her hands away from her chest, pulled them back to her round buttocks, and lifted her off the ground. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, gently stimulating it.

"Oh!" she moaned, unable to control her desire any longer. She knew that this time her son was about to penetrate her with his penis. The thought of him going in and out of her, performing the most forbidden sexual intercourse, sent shivers of pleasure through her body. She was determined that even if she were to go to hell, she would still enjoy this journey of penis and vagina touching.

He carried his mother to the desk, making her sit or lie down, and pulled down her panties, letting them slide down to her ankles. His last vestiges of morality were forgotten at this moment, along with the panties soaked with her vaginal fluid, at his mother's feet.

His hand moved to the back of his mother's neck and pulled her lips towards him. Their lips met passionately, their tongues intertwining like knots, his hand gently stroking her hair.

Patricia embraced her son's strong buttocks, pulling him closer. In the passionate kiss, she could feel his large penis touching her inner thighs, the glans leaving a glistening trail of vaginal fluid on her delicate skin as it slid.

Andy moved his hand to his mother's lower body, his enormous penis hovering outside her labia. After gently rubbing it a few times, he lifted her buttocks and slowly inserted his penis inch by inch into her vagina.

"Oh! Oh, my God, ah..." she moaned as her son's penis entered her, his force unstoppable as it thrust into her, stretching her vulva open.

"Oh! Oh, baby, my dear son, you're so big, it feels so good!"

Patricia tightened her vaginal muscles as her son's penis disappeared into her vagina, wrapping her legs around his waist so their lower bodies were pressed tightly together.

Andy felt his penis being drawn into a warm, tight space—his mother's vagina. As he plunged in, he let out a groan.

"Mmm, Mom, your pussy is so beautiful!"

Hearing the praise from her son, she shyly closed her eyes and continued to clench her vaginal muscles around his penis.

This position continued for a while. Her breathing grew heavier from the excitement of the incestuous intercourse. Her breasts were a bright red from passion. She rubbed her breasts against her son's chest. Her son's hands still supported his mother's buttocks, bearing her weight. He teased her earlobe with his mouth.

As her erogenous zones were stimulated, and with his penis only inside her without further movement, she began to sway her hips, allowing her son's penis to satisfy her lustful desires.

"Quick, fuck me, my good son born of my pussy, come on, use the big cock I gave you to fuck your mother."

Upon hearing his mother's lewd moans, he could no longer restrain himself. He braced himself against the desk and began moving his hips, thrusting his penis in and out of her.

"Yes, that's it, ah... ah... oh... oh... oh... um... son's penis is so good, it feels so good inside me... um... um... again..."

The lustful mother began to scream loudly, trying to express the pleasure of her son's thrusting in and out of her vagina.

"Splash, splash," the wetness made the intense contact between her vagina and her son's penis produce a lewd sound.

Andy pressed his chest against his mother's breasts, the two embracing tightly, making her large breasts seem about to be flattened. His hands also reached the point where their lower bodies met, stroking the area around her vagina as he thrust.

The movements, combined with the vigorous thrusting of his penis, brought out a large amount of the mother's vaginal fluid, making the area where mother and son were joined wet. He wiped some of the fluid with his hand as he thrust and held it in front of his mother.

"Mom, is your son fucking you good? Look, what's this? Tell me, isn't the worst thing about your son's penis thrusting in and out of your pussy?"

"Ah, my pussy is almost in heaven! So good, so beautiful! Mom's pussy is so beautiful, my dear son, this is the most beautiful thing in the world!" She was nearing madness due to her lustful desire.

"Quick, Mom's almost there! Fuck Mom's pussy hard, fuck me with the strength you used to have when you were breastfeeding!" The mother's wet pussy was nearing orgasm from the thrusting of her son's penis, demanding more vigorous thrusting.

"Ah! It's coming, it's...it's coming out...it's coming out, my dear son...Mom's been fucked senseless..."

She arched her back, her lower body thrusting, hoping to allow her son's penis to penetrate even deeper.

Andy felt his mother's vagina tighten beneath him, the muscles of her vagina contracting incessantly, a surge of heat following, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh! Mom's vagina is so beautiful, oh...it's so tight...mmm...mmm..."

A tingling sensation ran down his spine, and he thrust his penis even harder into his mother's wet vagina, the intensity as if he wanted to send his entire lower body into that wonderful vagina, while simultaneously ejaculating his hot semen deep into his mother's uterus.

"Oh, Mom!"

"Oh! Oh, my good son, you made me feel so good."

Mother and son groaned simultaneously, lost in the afterglow of their climax, their breathing still heavy with passion. Their incestuous lovemaking had given them an unprecedented sexual climax, their hands still roaming over each other's bodies. Andy's penis had subsided after ejaculation.

"Mom, don't tell me you didn't enjoy this," Andy whispered in his mother's ear, recovering first. He used one hand to caress her left breast, his mouth busy licking her clitoris until it was erect.

"Hmm, my dear son, I have to admit, it was a very intense climax." She moved her hand to their point of contact, pulling his penis out of her vagina and rubbing it back and forth.

Under her touch, his penis began to harden again.

"Hmm, naughty son." She smiled, watching her son's penis return to its previous erection.

"Looks like my own son is up to his mother again."

She pulled her son's penis and led him to the bed, making him lie down.

The son smiled upwards, looking at the woman in front of him... his mother, bringing her beautiful vulva to the top of his large penis.

"Good son, Mom's coming, use your naughty thing to fuck Mom again." Saying this, the mother let her son's penis enter her.

Fuck Mom

(01)

As usual, at 5:30 in the morning, Ah Ming woke up on his own without an alarm clock; after lingering in bed for five minutes, he got up at 5:35 and went straight to the kitchen to make breakfast - fried eggs.

The whole family loves Ah-Ming's fried eggs, especially freshly fried ones. He drizzles soy sauce over a hot pan; the caramelized aroma of the soy sauce, paired with the smooth, tender egg custard, makes it a dish the whole family never tires of. It's the perfect flavor!

At 5:40, Li-Zhen also gets up. After getting up, she spreads butter on thick slices of toast, steams them in an electric rice cooker until soft, and then goes to her children's rooms to wake them up one by one. That's how her day begins.

After a hearty family meal, at 7:00, Ah-Ming takes his two daughters (in junior high) and his son (in sixth grade) to school. When he returns home, Li-Zhen has already boiled water, waiting for Ah-Ming to make tea. Usually, Ah-Ming finishes making tea around 8:00 before leaving for work.

Li-Zhen is a housewife; every day, while Ah-Ming is making tea, she puts the clothes in the washing machine, and after the machine starts spinning, she joins Ah-Ming for tea.

Today was a little different… Just as Ah Ming was pouring the first brew of tea into the tea tray, he saw Li Zhen walk in from the back balcony with a pair of underwear in her hand: “Honey, look!” Li Zhen handed the underwear to Ah Ming and said, “When I woke our son up this morning, I felt something was off… In this hot weather, your precious son was still tightly covered by a light blanket, looking flustered. I knew something was wrong!”

Ah Ming took the underwear, and Li Zhen continued, “Your precious son washed two pairs of underwear today. The other pair was fine, but this one… Take a look yourself…”

Ah Ming looked into the underwear and found a milky white sticky substance inside. He brought it to his nose and smelled a strong, fishy odor of semen.

In an instant, Ah Ming understood what was going on and laughed, saying, "What's the big deal? It's just our son growing up, having a wet dream in his pants, what's so strange about that?"

"How do you know it was a wet dream? Not masturbation? I think we should have a good talk with him after he gets off school tonight..."

"Wife... girls getting their first period, boys having wet dreams, it's just shy adolescence; don't make such a fuss, don't scare our darling!"

Ah Ming continued,

"If it were masturbation, he would have cleaned it up properly, wouldn't leave it like this in his pants, leaving you evidence, right?"

Li Zhen rolled her eyes at Ah Ming and said, "Whatever~~~ You should talk to him tonight..."

"Okay, okay, I'll talk to Ah Hui tonight... Come on

, let's have some tea..." Ah Ming happily brewed tea, thinking to himself, "My son's grown up. He's only in sixth grade, but he's already pregnant..."

While brewing tea, the couple chatted as usual, without mentioning Ah Hui again...

After finishing the tea, Ah Ming went to work happily, thinking, "Today's Friday, and tomorrow and the day after are holidays; I can plan a fun time for the whole family..."

Li Zhen looked at her cheerful husband, wondering what he was thinking, but she was still a little nervous. Her son had ejaculated in his pants—what should she do? Was this normal? When Li Zhen was young, although she had older brothers, her parents had never taught her how to deal with teenage boys. Looking at her cheerful husband, Li Zhen wondered, "Am I really being too nervous, overthinking things?"

That evening, the whole family gathered for dinner, which Li Zhen had carefully prepared. As usual, the children shared stories of their school days, and Li Zhen and Ah Ming occasionally offered their opinions and views. The family chatted and ate together.

But Lizhen was distracted, occasionally glancing at A-Ming to remind him of what had happened that day. A-Ming, however, seemed oblivious, focusing instead on his children's conversation.

Just as everyone was finishing their meal, A-Ming suddenly changed the subject, saying, "Um... after dinner, everyone should take a shower early. After you shower, Dad has something to tell you all..."

"What is it?" asked his eldest daughter, Xiao-Wen.

"Dad~~ what is it?" his youngest daughter, Xiao-Li, also pressed for an answer.

"Let Dad keep you in suspense... You'll find out after everyone takes a shower!" Ah Ming replied mysteriously.

Li Zhen glared at Ah Ming, who responded with a smile.

(02) After the educational

meal, Li Zhen and Xiao Li cleaned up the leftovers, Xiao Wen went to take a shower as promised, and Ah Hui slipped back to his room.

Ah Ming strolled over to Ah Hui's room and saw Ah Hui diligently doing his homework. Ah Ming's three children were usually very obedient to their parents, and although their school grades weren't top-notch, they were all in the top five. Ah

Hui was also considered gentle and polite by the neighbors, while Xiao Wen and Xiao Li were dignified and generous. All three were considered good children by the neighbors. Ah

Hui noticed his father and called out in a slightly coquettish tone, "Dad~~~"

"Hmm~~ Is there a lot of homework?"

"It's okay, but I'm almost done..." "Hmm~~ Good... good boy... Keep it up!"

Ah Ming thought of his son's wet dream last night, and happily patted his son's head. After looking at Ah Hui's homework for a while, he left Ah Hui's room with satisfaction.

At this moment, Lizhen and Xiaoli finished tidying up the table and tableware. It was Xiaoli's turn to take a shower. Lizhen saw A-Ming and quickly asked, "What are you going to talk about later? It's not about what happened this morning, is it?"

A-Ming smiled and said, "Yes... that thing."

Lizhen was a little surprised and quickly asked, "In front of the whole family? Is that okay? A-Hui, won't you be embarrassed?"

A-Ming's smile became even more charming: "No, it's time to talk to the kids about sex!"

"That... how embarrassing..."

A-Ming hugged Lizhen and said, "We're family, what's there to be embarrassed about? Is someone in the family a monster?"

Lizhen thought for a moment and said, "That's true..." "

I just got off work and I rented a movie. I'll let everyone watch it together later!"

"What movie?" Lizhen asked curiously.

"An adult film..." A-Ming replied mysteriously.

"A romantic movie? Are there any action movies with romance in them?"

"You'll find out soon, honey... but whatever I say later, you have to support me!"

"You're my husband, of course I'll support you..." Lizhen nodded in response to her husband.

A little after eight, the whole family finished showering and gathered in the master bedroom. Lizhen and her two daughters sat on the bed, while A-Ming sat on a beanbag chair. As soon as A-Hui entered, A-Ming said to him, "A-Hui, come here... let Dad hug you..."

Hearing this, A-Hui lay down in his father's arms, hugging his father and looking at his mother and sisters.

"Dad, what's up?" Xiaoli asked, looking at A-Ming.

"Hmm... It's like this... Ah Hui, hold on tight to Daddy, what Daddy wants to tell you... is like this..."

Seeing Xiao Wen and Xiao Li looking even more puzzled, A Ming smiled and said...

"Today, when Mom was washing clothes..." A Ming said this, and felt Ah Hui shudder.

A Ming continued,

"...discovered that Ah Hui washed two pairs of underwear, and one of them had... Ah Hui, do you want to tell us what it is?"

Ah Hui hugged his father tightly, pressing his face against his father's chest, without saying a word. "Dad, what?

Did your little brother poop in his pants?" Xiao Wen joked.

"No..." A Ming smiled and continued, "Ah Hui, did you have a wet dream last night? Or did you masturbate? Tell Daddy..."

Ah Hui's ears turned red, and he buried his face in his father's chest, shouting loudly, "Dad~~~"

"Oh~~ little brother~~ you're disgusting..." Xiao Wen exclaimed as well, then hugged his mother, Li Zhen.

"Dad~ what is it?" Xiao Li asked innocently, not knowing what was going on.

"Ahui... lift your head, Mom and Dad don't blame you for anything, don't be afraid..."

Encouraged by his father, Ahui slowly raised his flushed head... and looked

at ...

"Listen up, everyone, when a boy matures, his body will produce sperm; just like when a girl matures, she will have menstruation... Xiaowen, Xiaoli, haven't you both started menstruating?"

"Yes..." Aming's two daughters answered.

"So, when you got your periods, did anyone in the family laugh at you?"

Xiaowen and Xiaoli thought for a moment and answered together, "No~~"

Then A-Ming continued,

"A man's testicles produce sperm, which is then stored in the seminal vesicles for later use; but when too much sperm is produced, it will be released during sleep at night; this is something a person cannot control, just like a girl's period is uncontrollable, do you understand now?"

After hearing his father's explanation, A-Hui finally felt relieved and looked up at his father with admiration. A-Ming continued, "So, A-Hui, you don't need to feel embarrassed, do you understand now?"

"Dad~~ Have you ever had that too?" A-Hui asked his father.

"Of course Dad has had wet dreams too... so there's nothing shameful about it..."

A-Hui answered happily, "Thank you, Dad..."

At this moment, Li-Zhen breathed a sigh of relief... and said, "A-Hui~~ If you feel unwell, you should tell an adult... don't keep it to yourself, understand?"

"Yes~~" A-Hui answered his mother. Ah Ming continued, "Ah Hui, you have a wet dream, that's something to celebrate! It means your body has matured, you can get a girl pregnant, just like a girl having her period means she can get pregnant and have a baby..."

"Also, Xiao Wen's reaction just now was wrong!" Ah Ming added.

"Dad~~~" Xiao Wen called out.

Ah Ming looked at Xiao Wen and continued,

"Sex isn't dirty. Only people with dirty hearts think sex is dirty..." "

Our ancient philosopher Gaozi also said, 'Food and sex are human nature!' Sex is like eating, a basic human need, so how can sex be dirty?

But because most people are shy and dare not talk about sex directly; over time, some people say it's dirty, and then no one comes out to defend 'sex,' and slowly, some educators come to believe that 'sex' is dirty!" "

What Dad wants to tell you all today is this important point..."

"Dad~~" Xiaowen called out to her father again.

Then, A-Ming suddenly stood up, and A-Hui had no choice but to stand up too... A moment later, A-Ming stripped naked, standing before the whole family.

"Ah~~ Husband... how could you do this..." Li-Zhen said embarrassedly.

"Dad~~" Xiaowen shouted loudly again; Xiao-Li, on the other hand, looked shyly at her naked father. A-Hui also stared wide-eyed at his father; watching A-Ming's penis slowly harden and slowly rise...

In a short while, A-Ming's penis was completely engorged, forming a perfect 15-degree angle with his body, veins bulging, a magnificent glans nodding to the whole family. A-Ming said, "So? Do you all think Dad's body is dirty?" A-

Ming asked his wife and two daughters, his erect penis still erect.

The whole family fell silent. After a while, they watched as Ah Ming's thick penis slowly throbbed.

"Ah Hui, come on... if you don't think Daddy is dirty, take off all your clothes and stand naked in front of your dear family..."

Ah Hui thought for a moment, then began to undress. Soon, he was naked in front of the whole family, his penis standing tall, proudly looking at his mother and two sisters. Although Ah Hui's penis wasn't as big or thick as his father's, it was still quite sexy with his sparse pubic hair.

"Husband~~~" Li Zhen called out in a slightly softened tone. She looked at her son's penis, proudly raised, which made her swallow hard, and then her heart fluttered...

A little while later, Xiao Li also began to undress... and then, naked, she looked at her father and called out, "Dad~~".

"Hmm~~ good girl..." Ah Ming said encouragingly.

"Dad~~ It's not dirty... I also want to be open and honest with my family..." Xiaowen said, breaking free from her mother's embrace and starting to take off her clothes.

"Wife~~ Didn't you say you supported me?" A-Ming teased Li-Zhen...

Li-Zhen glanced at her son's penis again, slowly got up, and started taking off her own clothes... In a short while, the whole family was naked and open to each other. 10-11

(03) Going home

"Hmm~~ Good... Now our family can really be open and honest with each other, without any barriers. Mom and Dad love you, just like you love Mom and Dad." A-Ming said with satisfaction.

"Girls attract boys, so boys' penises get hard... Boys also attract girls, so..."

"Xiaowen, touch your vagina yourself, is it wet?" A-Ming turned to ask his eldest daughter.

Xiaowen didn't move, just nodded and said, "Yes... very wet... Why?"

"That's because your body wants... penetration... so it's wet..." Li-Zhen interjected.

"Is Mom's wet?" Xiaoli asked Lizhen again.

"Mom's... is... wet too... Husband~~" Lizhen replied.

"Okay... Dad has prepared a DVD for everyone to watch. Ah Hui, you have to bear with it and watch it to the end..."

After Ah Ming finished speaking, he turned on the 46-inch plasma TV and DVD player in the bedroom and started playing the "adult film" he had rented today.

Lizhen, Xiaowen, and Xiaoli sat back on the bed. Ah Hui, at his father's suggestion, squeezed between Lizhen and Xiaoli, leaning against his mother's smooth body. Xiaoli leaned against her younger brother. Ah Ming himself sat back on the beanbag chair. The whole family, naked, began to watch the film.

The film was a Western film, and the content was an adult film about a pair of twin girls and two white men. Except for Ah Ming, the other four family members were seeing naked male-female intercourse for the first time. All four stared wide-eyed at the screen; they saw Ah Hui's penis, hard and red, being pinched by himself, with clear fluid from his prostate secreting from his urethra, his penis trembling slightly.

Li Zhen, on the other hand, excitedly rubbed her clitoris slowly, breathing heavily… As for the two little girls, Xiao Wen kept her legs tightly clamped together… panting heavily, her face flushed.

Xiao Li… looked at her father's large penis, then her brother's small penis, then at

the thrusting on TV…

one hand pressing hard against her genitals…

Ah Ming looked towards the bed and saw Li Zhen looking at him with extremely mournful eyes, her expression perfectly described as pleading, her eyebrows forming a perfect "eight" shape, just like the female lead in the film.

In fact, every girl in the room now had a lewd "eight" shape in their eyebrows; Ah Ming was extremely satisfied.

The 5.1 channel speakers continuously blared the passionate sounds from the film…

“Yes…yes…fuck me…hooo…yes…”

“Come baby…yes…come baby!”

Looking at Lizhen, she was already inserting two fingers into her tender vagina…moving them back and forth; Ahui watched less TV now, and more of his mother's performances…his face was filled with horror.

At this moment, Aming, with his hard penis, picked up the remote and stopped the film…

“Dad~~” Xiaowen, Xiaoli, and Ahui called out together.

Aming smiled and said to his family:

“Xiaowen, Xiaoli, you go to the living room and wait for Dad, Dad will be here soon…be good…good girls…”

Xiaowen and Xiaoli pouted and left the room. “Husband~~I…I want…” Lizhen pleaded sweetly with Aming.

"Wife~~ Tonight, let Ah Hui keep you company... You have to teach Ah Hui... everything in the movie... okay?"

"This... this is incest..." Li Zhen said excitedly. "It's incest for me to have a child with Xiao Wen and Xiao Li... It's incest for Ah Hui to have a child with Xiao Wen and Xiao Li, but for you and Ah Hui, it's just letting Ah Hui go back to where he was born, how is that incest?"

Li Zhen wanted to say something, but Ah Ming interrupted, "Tonight, you just play with our precious son, play to your heart's content, forget about worldly morality, I'll explain it to you tomorrow, okay?"

Li Zhen breathed heavily, her face flushed, and looked at Ah Ming... softly calling out, "Husband~~"

Ah Ming kissed Li Zhen, then turned to Ah Hui and said, "Ah Hui, tonight Mom is yours, you can do anything to Mom in the movie... okay?"

"Thank you, Dad..." Ah Hui said excitedly.

Then... Ah Ming left the room and closed the door.

After watching his father leave, Ah-hui turned back to look at Li-zhen, then made a swallowing motion and said hoarsely, "Mom~~ I love you... Mom~~ Last night... I dreamt about you... and then,

Mom... I felt so uncomfortable... I dreamt I was holding you... and then I felt so sad... When I woke up this morning...

I found... that..." Li-zhen listened, excitedly hugging her son and kissing his forehead.

"What did you dream about your mother like? Was it the same as in the video?"

"Mom~~" Ah-hui called out again.

Then, Ah Hui naturally began kissing his mother's breasts...

"Oh~~ good son... you grew up eating from there, keep eating... eat harder... oh~~"

Li Zhen watched her son sucking on her breasts with satisfaction... and exclaimed excitedly...

Encouraged by his mother, Ah Hui began to press his mother down on the bed, rubbing his hard penis against her clitoris, while his mouth greedily sucked on his mother's breasts, making soft sucking sounds; Li Zhen squeezed the base of her breasts with both hands, as if hoping to squeeze out milk for her beloved son, her eyes constantly watching her son greedily sucking on her breasts, her mouth unable to help but moan: "Oh... oh~~ eat harder... Mommy feeds you... suck harder,... good son..."

Perhaps because Li Zhen's tender vagina secreted too much lustful fluid, Ah Hui's rubbing motion accidentally

caused his entire penis to penetrate his mother's tender vagina; Li Zhen cried out:

"Ah~~~ Son... I'm home... My good son... I'm finally home... Push...

Ah~ Ah~ Son... I'm back where I was born... My precious son..."

"Mom~~ It's so warm... So comfortable... Mom... I love you... Mom..."

"Don't stop sucking, son... keep sucking... use your strength down there... thrust harder... thrust harder...

son... Mom is yours..."

Now, just like the male protagonist in the video, Ah Hui's penis was thrusting in and

out of his mother's tender vagina...

At this moment, the door to the room opened, and Ah Ming entered the room naked, holding his two daughters. "Husband... look... our... baby... inside... me... husband... I feel so good~"

At this moment, Xiao Wen and Xiao Li also got on the bed, carefully watching their brother fucking their mother's place...

"Xiao Wen, Xiao Li, you can rub the places Dad just licked you, make yourselves happy..."

The two little girls heard this and began to masturbate while watching their brother and mother's performance.

Ah Hui thrust a few more times and began to cry out, "Mom~~ I can't take it anymore... Mom~~ I can't stand it~~ Mom~~ Ah... Ah... Ah..."

"Pull it out... Ah Hui... Pull it out quickly... No, don't ejaculate inside..."

Li Zhen said, pushing Ah Hui forcefully. When Ah Ming saw this, he immediately rushed forward and pushed his son's buttocks forcefully, preventing his son's penis from leaving Li Zhen's beautiful vagina; then, Ah Hui's body trembled...

It seemed that Ah Hui had ejaculated, shooting all of his hot semen into his mother's body...

Ah Hui then lay on top of his mother, panting heavily... slowly calling out, "Mom~~ Mom~~"

"I'm dying~~ Mom is in her fertile period, she'll get pregnant..." Li Zhen said in a panic.

Upon hearing this, Ah Ming's penis became even harder. Ah Ming gently said to Li Zhen, "Wife, I want you to have our precious son's child..."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhen said with tears in her eyes, "Husband~~ I...I...I've committed incest..."

Then, Li Zhen started crying... "Husband...I've committed incest with our son...Do you...still love me?

Husband~~"

"Mom~~I love you..." Ah Hui said, hugging his mother tightly.

The two little girls, seeing their mother crying, immediately hugged her as well.

"Come on...get up, let's all form a circle..." Ah Ming said to himself, ignoring his crying wife.

(04)

Gradually, Li Zhen stopped crying, and everyone sat naked on the bed, forming a circle; after Li Zhen sat up, the semen her son had ejaculated inside her slowly flowed from her vaginal opening... Upon seeing this, Ah Ming's heart pounded several times... Ah Ming was even more determined to have his wife pregnant with their son's child.

Ah Ming cleared his throat, his hard, erect penis pointing upwards, and said, "Listen up, everyone..." "

From now on, our family will be sexually open... Starting Friday nights, it will be our family's sex day. I've decreed that from today onwards, every Friday when everyone comes home, except in special circumstances, the whole family must meet naked until Sunday... And all five of us can have sex with each other anytime... Okay?"

"Okay~~ I agree..." Ah Hui was the first to chime in.

"Dad~~ I haven't had any pleasure yet... I saw in the movie, and Mom just now, they both seemed to have so much pleasure, I want to have some too..." Xiao Wen said softly.

"Yeah... I want to have some too..." Xiao Li echoed her sister.

"Okay~~ I'll make you all feel good later... okay?" Ah Ming responded to his daughter.

"Okay~~" Xiao Wen replied excitedly.

"Me too..." Xiao Li quickly added.

When A-Ming looked at Li-Zhen, Li-Zhen softly called out to A-Ming, "Husband~~"

"Wife, I ask you to let go of the shackles in your heart... You are the mother of this family. If you help our son have a child, we can raise it and register the child's birth. You just need to focus on enjoying sex, okay?"

Li-Zhen nodded slowly. A-Ming saw Li-Zhen's vulva and became inexplicably excited again.

He then said,

"Wife, from now on, I will no longer have sex with you until you are pregnant with our son's child. A-Hui, starting today, I want you to sleep with your mother every day until she is pregnant with your child, understand?"

"Okay... Thank you, Dad..." A-Hui said happily to his father.

"Husband~~" Li-Zhen still softly called out to A-Ming.

"Wife~~ I love you, and that will never change... Believe me; I want you to help our baby have a child, because that makes me so excited... Okay?" Li-Zhen finally nodded slowly.

A-Ming, satisfied, then said to the whole family,

"Our family is sexually open, but that's only within the family. You three kids, when you're outside, you absolutely cannot tell anyone about what's going on at home, understand? Not even your best friends, understand?"

"Understood..." Xiao-Wen, Xiao-Li, and A-Hui answered in unison.

"And... Ah Hui, sex must be consensual, no matter who it is; it's like...

picking your nose. Picking your nose might feel good, but you wouldn't want someone forcibly picking your nose without your consent,

right? Do you understand?"

"Yes, Dad~~ I won't force anyone to have sex with me."

"Good... Also, you can't let your sisters get pregnant before they're fully grown. If you have sex with your sisters and it's not during your safe period, you must wear a condom, understand?" "

Yes~~ I understand." "

These rules are to ensure everyone can enjoy sex safely and happily; don't let sex hurt you. As long as you follow these principles, you won't get hurt and can enjoy it to your heart's content..."

"Finally, I hope that you three kids won't be thinking about 'sex' all the time while you're in school...

It's like eating; even if you love food, you shouldn't be thinking about it all the time, right?"

"Yes~~ I understand, Dad..." The three kids answered Ah Ming in unison.

"Okay~~ Next... shall Daddy and Mommy lead everyone in some fun?"

"Okay!" The three children answered excitedly upon hearing their father's words.

Then, Ah-Ming and Li-Zhen began teaching the three children how to lick a vagina and how to taste a penis; Ah-Ming also personally taught his son how to fuck his mother and what positions they could use.

Under their parents' guidance, Xiao-Wen and Xiao-Li were dripping with lust, constantly hoping their father would deflower them. The two little girls kept squeezing their small breasts in distress; especially when their father was instructing their younger brother on how to fuck their mother, the two girls blushed and moaned repeatedly... In the end, the two sisters had no choice but to lick each other's vaginas in the 69 position to temporarily satisfy their physical needs.

Under his parents' guidance, Ahui ejaculated powerfully inside his mother again…

After Ahui's penis withdrew from his mother's body, his two older sisters, one eagerly sucking on her brother's penis, the other eagerly licking their mother's vagina; both sisters intently savored the mixture of their brother's semen and their mother's vaginal fluids.

Aming watched, overjoyed, especially knowing he would soon be able to play with his daughters' bodies. This excited him even more.

Aming pondered in his mind:

"Should I fuck Xiaowen first? Or Xiaoli? Xiaowen is prettier, Xiaoli is cuter… Xiaowen is more beautiful, Xiaoli is more adorable…"

Finally, Ah Ming decided that the two sisters would play rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get to have sex first...

After a while, the two sisters licked the love juice from their brother and mother's genitals clean, and Ah Hui's penis was erect again. Ah Ming saw this and called his two daughters to the living room, letting Ah Ming and his wife stay to enjoy their third round of sex.

Ah Ming led his daughters to the living room and sat down on the large sofa. Ah Ming asked, "Who wants Daddy to go first?"

"Me!" Xiao Wen and Xiao Li answered in unison.

"Daddy only has one penis, how can he put it in two holes at the same time?" Ah Ming replied with a smile.

"Daddy~~ put it in me first... I feel so uncomfortable..." Xiao Li said coquettishly.

"Daddy, put it in me first... I feel so uncomfortable too... My hole is so wet... It keeps flowing... Daddy~~~" Xiao Wen also said coquettishly.

"Heh... heh... I think... why don't you two play rock-paper-scissors, the winner gets to have Daddy go first!" Ah Ming said triumphantly.

"Okay..." the two sisters said angrily.

"I'm telling you first... no cheating if you lose... whoever cheats... Dad won't touch them today... let's make it clear...

"

"Okay..." the two sisters answered at the same time.

As a result, Xiaoli won... Xiaowen slumped heavily onto the sofa, her lips pouting!

A-Ming saw this, walked over to Xiaowen, and gave her a passionate kiss... Xiaowen finally stopped throwing a tantrum.

Then, A-Ming picked up Xiaoli, laid her flat on the sofa, held her ankles with both hands, and spread her legs wide, completely exposing her tender vulva to her father. A-Ming admired his younger daughter's beautiful vulva, and suddenly an idea struck him... He asked Xiaowen to lie down next to her sister, spreading her own legs, so A-Ming could simultaneously admire both tender vulvas.

(05) When

Ah Ming started licking his little daughter's vulva, she was already panting heavily... unconsciously calling out, "Dad... Dad... Dad..."

After confirming that his daughter had secreted enough vaginal fluid, Ah Ming lifted his huge penis and pressed it against the entrance of his daughter's tender vulva. Then, Ah Ming began to lick his daughter's small breasts... "How does it feel?" Ah Ming asked.

"So... so tingly... so numb..." his daughter answered sweetly...

Ah Ming felt that his glans was wet. Ah Ming thought, I can go in now... Then, Ah Ming began to kiss his daughter's ears, licking his daughter's earrings, and deliberately breathing heavily through his nose near his daughter's ear... Suddenly...

Ah Ming used his waist to

thrust in forcefully...

"Ah~~~" Xiao Li cried out...

Ah Ming felt something was wrong and looked down... His glans was only halfway in. His daughter's vulva was too tight... The vulva of a first

-year junior high student...

seemed unable to accommodate Ah Ming's huge penis.

"Dad~~~ It hurts~~~ Dad..."

"Bear with it... You'll feel good soon..." Ah Ming replied in a low voice, showing no mercy. With his strong hands, Ah Ming grabbed his daughter's slender waist and then used all his strength to forcefully thrust his large penis into his daughter's tender vagina.

Ah Ming knew that a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one… and then… he saw Xiao Li, her mouth and eyes wide open…

gripping her father's hand tightly… letting out a long scream of “Ah~~~~~~~~”…

Ah Ming felt his penis being squeezed… his entire penis… completely inserted into his little daughter's body,

fully submerged… Xiao Wen, watching from the side, also stared wide-eyed…

“Dad!… It’s so full… Dad… I’m so full… Dad~~~” Xiao Li cried out again…

Ah Ming stopped… looking at his panicked little daughter… and said, “If you don’t feel pain anymore, tell Dad…” The little daughter nodded…

Then, Ah Ming began to suckle his daughter’s small breasts, licking her neck, earlobes, and sucking on her earlobes; slowly, Xiao Li began to react…

“Hmm… Hmm… Hmph… Hmm…”

“Ah… Hmm… Dad… Hmm”

“Dad… Dad… It itches… Dad… I… I… Insert… Dad…”

"Dad...it's so itchy inside...Dad..."

After receiving these hints, Ah Ming slowly withdrew his penis...

"Dad! Don't go!!!" Xiao Li cried out immediately after sensing it!

Ah Ming looked at Xiao Li and

saw her eyebrows forming a "V" shape on her face! Ah Ming's lust intensified...that expression...isn't it the expression of someone who begs to be fucked?

Ah Ming began piston-like movements, his penis going in and out of his daughter's tight, tender vagina.

Now, every time Ah Ming penetrated, Xiao Li would moan "Ah~"...

"Ah~~ah~~ah~~ah~~ah~~Dad...ah~good...ah~~so good...ah~~"

"Dad~~~hurry up...it's my turn~Dad~~" Xiao Wen, watching from the side, was itching with desire and urged impatiently.

Ah Ming ignored his eldest daughter's request and continued thrusting into his younger daughter; but his younger daughter's vagina was too tight, far beyond Ah Ming's imagination; fucking his daughter required more effort than fucking his wife.

A moment later, her daughter's breathing became very rapid, her cheeks flushed red, like a ripe apple!

Xiaowen stopped urging her. She stared blankly at her sister, who was fully aroused and about to climax, because she had never seen her sister with such an expression before. Her father's strong arms gripped her sister's slender waist, his powerful hips swaying back and forth, his engorged penis thrusting in and out of her. Her sister's delicate labia were squeezed almost to a thin line by her father's enormous penis. All of this left Xiaowen dumbfounded. She thought, "I also want to offer my body to Daddy, to let him penetrate me like this… it must feel so good, seeing my sister so comfortable she's almost unrecognizable…"

A moment later… her sister Xiaoli's body began to tremble involuntarily… Xiaoli seemed to be enduring

something …

her eyes were tightly closed, and she let out a long "Eee~~~~~~~~" sound. A few seconds later…

"Ah~~~ Ah~~~ Ah~~~ Dad~~~ I... I'm dead... Dad~~~ I... feel so... good~~~

Dad~~~"

"Dad~~ I'm dead... Dad~~"

Tears slowly streamed down Xiaoli's face as she shook her head and cried out. Seeing

this, A-Ming slowed down his thrusting and began kissing his daughter's flushed cheeks, gently cooling her

down...

Xiaowen, who had never tasted a penis before, knew what was going on. She urged her father again, "Dad~~ That's enough... It's my turn... Dad has been fucking my sister for so long... Dad~~~" Xiaowen said, shaking her father's arm. "

Okay~~~ Don't rush, it'll be your turn in a little while... My good daughter~~"

A-Ming said to Xiaowen, then whispered in Xiaoli's ear, "Go to the bathroom and rinse off the blood... Good girl~~"

"Mmm~~" Xiaoli replied contentedly.

Ah Ming gestured for Xiao Wen to lie down on the sofa in the same position as his sister. Then, he slowly pulled his penis out of Xiao Li's body. Ah Ming's penis was covered with Xiao Li's blood and vaginal fluid, all mixed together...

Xiao Wen looked at it and made a swallowing motion: "Dad~~~ love me!" she said to her father in a coquettish tone.

"I'm here... my darling daughter..." After saying this, A-Ming saw Xiao-Li press toilet paper against her genitals and run to the bathroom.

Then, A-Ming began to rub his penis against Xiao-Wen's clitoris. The moment their private parts touched, Xiao-Wen trembled all over. Her beloved father was finally going to enjoy her body. This made Xiao-Wen's breathing quicken. Her virgin vagina began to secrete a lot of nectar, preparing for her father's big penis to enter her body. "Daughter... bear with it..."

Xiao-Wen felt a surge of pride when she heard her father say this. She felt something warm pressing against her vaginal opening. Then, a tearing sensation came from the base of her legs... "It hurts~~~ Dad~~~" Xiao-

Wen

cried out, grabbing her father's arm tightly, just like her sister...

In the master bedroom, A-Hui lay on top of his mother, breathing heavily. Tonight, A-Hui had already ejaculated three times inside his mother.

Lizhen also reached an orgasm under the stimulation of her son's penis; Lizhen slowly stroked Ahui's hair, enjoying the penis still inside her, the kind of love without any barriers between her and her son, being able to feel each other's physical throbbing; for Lizhen, this was not the first time; the first time was when she was pregnant with Ahui.

Lizhen was so moved that she wanted to cry, because she knew that she might be pregnant again, carrying the son who had once been inside her, the son for whom she was willing to give everything.

Ahui slowly sucked on Lizhen's nipple again, and Lizhen lowered her head, looking at her son's penis still inside her with loving eyes. Lizhen felt happy, and all of this was thanks to her husband - Aming.

(06)

In the living room, Xiaowen's face already had "eight" shaped eyebrows; Xiaowen looked at her father who made her feel good with admiring eyes, she did not want to cry out, but every time her father inserted his penis all the way in, the depths of her vagina felt like being electrocuted, forcing her to cry out involuntarily!

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~"

Xiaowen's breathing had been adjusted to match the frequency of her father's thrusts. When her father withdrew, Xiaowen inhaled; when he thrust all the way in, Xiaowen involuntarily exhaled through her throat... letting out a cry of "Ah~".

Xiaowen felt her vagina was so swollen, a feeling she had never experienced before; the pain from her ruptured hymen had completely disappeared, and now her vaginal opening was numb, so she couldn't feel any pain at all; but that swollen feeling, feeling like her father was tightly wrapped around her, coupled with the electric shock sensation each time he was thrust all the way in, made Xiaowen incredibly excited. "So this is what sex is like!"

Xiaowen thought to herself.

A-Ming lowered his head and began to fondle his daughter's small breasts; just as A-Ming began to suckle, Xiaowen felt a tingling sensation; "Ah~~~ Dad... Dad... Ah~~~" Xiaowen involuntarily hugged her father's head tightly with her hands.

Now, Xiaowen's senses were all focused deep inside her vagina and on her nipples, a tingling and electric sensation washing over her. Xiaowen involuntarily shook her head, every nerve in her body taut, just waiting for her father to release her!

Xiaowen noticed that her younger sister was watching, but she felt no shame. This only spurred her to shout even louder: "Ah~~ Ah~~ Ah~~ Dad... Ah~~ I... Ah~~ So good... Dad~~ Harder..."

"Dad~~~ Harder... Thrust~~ Dad~~ Thrust me~~ Harder~~"

A-Ming was almost frantic. Although his daughter's vagina was tight, A-Ming fucked her even faster and harder, sucking on her breasts without any mercy, while his other hand kneaded them forcefully. A-Ming also felt his ejaculation gate tightening. He knew he was about to ejaculate!

In the master bedroom, Li-Zhen and A-Hui also heard Xiaowen's cries...

"Do you want to watch how your father plays with your sister?" Li-Zhen asked her son in a very gentle voice.

Upon hearing this, Ah Hui's penis began to harden again... "No, I want to do Mom again..."

Li Zhen was startled; her husband had never been so vigorous before. But after thinking for a moment, Li Zhen said to Ah Hui, "No! You've already ejaculated three times today... You need to be careful. Mom will give you more tomorrow, but Mom won't allow you to ejaculate again today!"

"Okay~~" Ah Hui replied, looking at his mother with boredom.

And so, the mother and son, naked, entered the living room. Ah Ming's hips swayed rapidly back and forth, his enormous penis thrusting in and out of Xiao Wen's body. Xiao Wen trembled and moaned, "Ah~~ Ah~~ Ah~~ Dad~~ I'm going to die… Dad~~ I can't take it anymore~~ Mom… I… I'm going to die~~"

Ah Ming breathed heavily… "Fuck~ fuck~ I'll give you pleasure~~ I… fuck~~ fuck… my daughter… my

beautiful hole~~"

Seeing her daughter being so wantonly manipulated by her husband, Li Zhen was overwhelmed by the shock. She felt something slowly flowing down her thighs! Looking down, she saw her son's semen mixed with her own vaginal fluid…

After a while, Xiao Wen couldn't take it anymore. She felt every nerve in her body stretched to its limit. She tensed her entire body to resist, and suddenly… deep inside her vagina, it was like an explosion. Her whole body trembled violently, and then, in that instant, all her nerves vanished! Her whole body felt like it had left her body, floating up...

Then, she felt a surge of hot liquid enter her vagina, like a massage, and Xiaowen felt incredibly

comfortable...

She felt her father's penis throbbing inside her, like a thread pulling her heart to its rhythm!

It turned out that at the moment Xiaowen reached her climax, A-Ming also ejaculated; A-Ming shot all his semen into his daughter's body, slowly pulling out, then suddenly thrusting in hard, ejaculating a stream of semen with each thrust... This cycle repeated several times.

Lizhen felt a pang of jealousy... because her husband used to fuck her like this, that hot semen should have been inside her vagina; it should have been the fluid from Lizhen's vagina, but now it was being poured into her daughter's body! "Husband~~~" Lizhen called out sweetly to A-Ming!

A-Ming ignored her, instead beginning to French kiss his daughter, kissing his beautiful daughter passionately. He didn't want to pull out his penis, because he wanted to linger a little longer, to enjoy his daughter's tight vagina.

After a while, their lips parted...

"Dad~~ thank you... I feel so good... thank you Dad!" Xiaowen said sweetly.

"Dad~~ I felt so good just now too... thank you Dad!" Xiaoli chimed in from the side.

"Hmm~~" A-Ming answered, then turned to look at Lizhen and A-Hui and asked, "Wife~~ did our son make you feel good today?"

Lizhen, who was jealous, heard this and realized that her son had also tried his best to make her happy today, so she nodded with some relief... "Hmm~~ thank you husband..."

(07) Family Reunion

That night, A-Hui slept in the same bed with his mother; A-Ming, on the other hand, slept in the guest room with his two daughters in his arms.

Before going to sleep, A-Ming had sex with each of his two daughters once more, sending them to heaven, before finally resting and going to sleep.

Just as A-Ming said, the whole family began to enjoy sex to the fullest; the shackles in Lizhen's heart slowly disappeared.

Now, every Friday after work and school, unless the women are menstruating, the whole family is naked together. They often watch porn together, discussing the plot, or even engaging in sexual acts while watching.

The family now prefers Japanese films, especially those with incestuous plots. So, following the storylines, sometimes the son has sex with his sister, sometimes with his mother, sometimes with his daughter, and Ah-Ming has gradually started playing with his son.

At first, father and son would bathe together, then Ah-Ming would masturbate his son; soon, Ah-Hui would also give his father oral sex, or the father would give his son oral sex; the family's fun has become more diverse, including sisters, mother and daughter, father and son, and siblings engaging in sexual acts.

Less than three weeks into the affair, Lizhen became pregnant. During this time, A-Ming hadn't touched Lizhen at all, so it was certain she was carrying a son. The whole family celebrated wildly upon hearing the news. Xiaowen and Xiaoli, knowing their mother was pregnant with their brother's child, were also eager to conceive with their father. However, A-Ming insisted against it, believing that at the very least, both daughters should be entering the workforce.

Ten months later, Lizhen gave birth to a baby boy… and the father, of course, was A-Ming registered as the father. A-Hui, then a first-year junior high student, looked at his brother and son with a mixture of understanding and confusion; Lizhen and A-Ming, on the other hand, were beaming with joy.

Not long after, through A-Hui's efforts, Lizhen became pregnant again, again with a son. The whole family hoped Lizhen could give birth to a daughter for their son. The tenth-week prenatal checkup confirmed that this time, the baby in Lizhen's womb was indeed a girl. Hearing this news, the whole family was overjoyed once more.

A-Ming and Lizhen's family thus enjoyed their family bliss. That day, while changing his grandson's diaper, Ah Ming looked at his grandson's little penis and thought, "When will this kid have a wet dream? When he does, he should be able to get his two aunts and sisters pregnant, right?" (

Mommy's Lustful Hole (1-5)

Prologue: The widowed mother

, the president of Yutian Group, Wei Haotian, died.

The news shocked society and became a hot topic of conversation among people from all walks of life.

This news itself wasn't anything special; people die every day, and Yutian Group was just a medium-sized conglomerate in a major northern city that made its fortune through investment. While not the best, it wasn't the worst either, and the death of its president wouldn't normally attract excessive attention. The

reason it became such a hot topic wasn't really because people have an inexplicable curiosity and enthusiasm when spreading rumors and gossip, and this event just happened to meet that condition.)

Wei Haotian, president of Yutian Group, is a legendary figure who built his empire from scratch. Starting as a street vendor, he rose to become one of the wealthiest men, his extraordinary vision and precise investment skills leading to countless tales of making a fortune out of thin air.

However, aside from this, people only know that he highly values his privacy. Wei Haotian is a very low-key person who dislikes exposing his private life. Everything about him is shrouded in mystery. Aside from his public appearances after his success, no one knows the truth about his past.

But nothing stays hidden forever. After persistent investigation by reporters, it was finally discovered that he is actually the third son of Wei Qingyu, a prominent figure in the business world, born out of wedlock.

In his lifetime, the Wei family was a shrewd and capable businessman, with beautiful wives and concubines, four sons and five daughters. They were once incredibly wealthy and a leader in the business world. However, after his death, their fortunes crumbled. With the fall of Wei Qingyu, the family's fortune was squandered, and the descendants scattered like monkeys across the land, disappearing without a trace. Surprisingly, they still had a promising son, Wei Haotian.

Reporters also discovered that Wei Haotian had married a woman of unparalleled beauty, Ji Shatong, and they had a lovely daughter, Wei Yiren. This added another layer of intrigue, sparking a flurry of speculation: who would inherit this vast wealth and widowed mother? The sky watched all this silently, the breeze still gentle, the moon as white as frost.

01 Childhood Memories

"Strange, your scent seems different lately. It smells so nice. Are you wearing perfume?"

"No, why? Doesn't it smell bad?"

"No, it smells wonderful, a very alluring scent. Mommy loves this smell, that's why I asked you. Hmm? It really is different from before, especially in the last two months, the scent has gotten stronger and stronger. Strange?"

Mommy bent down and sniffed all over me. My heart was pounding, my eyes were fixed on her full breasts through her open chest, and my crotch bulged as if inflated, instantly touching Mommy's smooth thigh.

"You little rascal! Aren't you afraid of getting a sty!"

Mommy blushed instantly and lightly spat at me. The phone rang, and she gave me a playful glare, her expression half-smiling. I immediately lowered my head in embarrassment. She chuckled and turned to answer the phone.

I sniffed my hand. Strange, Mom said my scent seemed different lately. No matter how hard I sniffed, I couldn't smell anything. Was something wrong? Oh well, whatever! While Mom was on the phone, I turned around and, with a slightly lewd smile, swiftly looked up to openly admire my mother, Wei Qingwu's, mature and alluring figure.

Tonight, Mom was wearing her new, creamy-white, thin-strapped, form-fitting silk nightgown. On her tall and alluring figure, it looked incredibly sexy. Her firm, full breasts filled the smooth, creamy fabric, making her snow-white skin appear even more tender and tempting. I licked my lips, my mind filled with lewd and obscene thoughts.

My mother and I had always relied on each other. A 15-year-old boy and a 36-year-old beautiful woman—a common single-parent family in the big city.

Because there are no outsiders at home, Mom always dresses very casually, and then unintentionally exposes herself in front of me, keeping me constantly in a state of heightened excitement and arousal, and even spoiling my aesthetic sense. Now, when I go out and see those vulgar women, I feel like it's an injury to my eyesight.

Mom's nightgown is a designer piece, perfectly tailored, a low-cut one-piece style, made of a very thin and soft material, which fully accentuates the curves of a woman's beautiful figure, revealing yet sexy. When I look at her from behind, I always have the illusion that her slender waist looks so delicate.

Tonight, Mom has her hair up in a bun, revealing her beautiful, poetic neck, smooth shoulders, and a large expanse of sexy, alluring snow-white back. My gaze continues to follow the alluring curve of her waist downwards.

The hem of her pajamas only covered her thighs, barely concealing her small, pure white lace panties. Mom was 173 centimeters tall, and from behind, my gaze was fixed on her swaying, shapely buttocks and long, beautiful legs—a truly pleasing sight, stirring my imagination and making me want to reach out and touch them.

But the place I most wanted to place my hands on was Mom's high, firm breasts, almost bursting out of her pajamas. When she handed me the banana and smelled my scent, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she bent down, revealing a beautiful glimpse of her breasts beneath her pajamas.

Mom habitually unhooked her bra when she put on her pajamas, and those two round, snow-white, full breasts, accompanied by her alluring fragrance, swayed before my eyes. The two rosy nipples were faintly visible, almost making me spit a nosebleed into her deep cleavage.

Seeing Mom's smiling face, the tempting way she ate her banana in small bites, I honestly wanted to offer my big banana to her mouth so she could have a bite, one after another.

I've been wondering, has Mom simply ignored the psychological and physical changes in her virile son? Or is she secretly harboring illicit thoughts of seducing me? Although my mom is not only elegant and noble, but also stunningly beautiful with an incredibly alluring figure—the epitome of every man's dream girl—I'm actually a very filial son, and Mom is a very respectable woman. It's not entirely my fault that I have impure thoughts about her; Mom is the one who started it all.

If I hadn't accidentally discovered that I was the object of her secret sexual fantasies, I wouldn't have fallen so deeply into this mess. It seems like a clichéd erotic novel plot, but I never expected it to actually happen to me.

I remember it was a month before my tenth birthday when I suddenly fell ill with a fever. I was in a daze and kept sleeping. When I woke up occasionally, my body felt heavy, as if it were filled with cement, and my muscles and bones ached as if they were about to crack.

This illness greatly worried my mother, who depended on me for support. She took me to see many famous doctors, but perhaps because they had never seen such a strange illness before and were afraid of misdiagnosing me and ruining their reputation, they all gave vague and evasive answers, simply saying I was fine and would be better after a few days of rest. Even though they

said I was fine, they still charged me a full fee and then told my mother to take me home to rest. Later, when my mother told me about this, I only had one thought in my mind: being a doctor is really lucrative. After

I was unconscious for a few days, my mother unexpectedly received a package from my grandmother, whom she hadn't contacted in a long time. Inside was an exquisite jade bottle, which she said was medicine for me. I happened to be awake at the time. I remember my mother was quite surprised when she received the package because my grandmother had taken my second uncle to live a secluded life as a Taoist priest when she was young, leaving her with very unpleasant childhood memories.

After taking the medicine, I finally showed signs of improvement. My fever subsided two days before my birthday, and I felt much more energetic, though I was still extremely sleepy. I felt like something inside me was struggling to get out, but I didn't tell my mom, afraid she would worry. On the night of my birthday, I suddenly woke up.

When I first woke up, I was still groggy and stared blankly for a while. For some reason, my senses of sight and hearing suddenly became incredibly sharp, which startled me. How should I describe that feeling? To give you an analogy, it's like someone has been covering your ears with cotton for a long time, and then one day, the cotton is removed, and your hearing suddenly becomes clear, just like that.

I felt that everything was different after waking up. Not only was I full of energy, but my blood seemed to be overflowing with boundless energy, and my senses of sight and hearing were incredibly sharp. In the dark, I could suddenly see even the smallest corner of the room clearly without any effort. That made me stare blankly. What was going on? Huh? Who's crying? Suddenly, I heard faint sobbing and intermittent moans coming from another room. Curious, I wondered who was crying. Since it was just Mom and me at home, I ignored the strange changes happening to me and jumped out of bed, my bright eyes wide open. I pushed open my bedroom door and walked slowly down the hallway in the darkness towards Mom's room. It was definitely Mom's voice; I was sure.

But why did Mom's voice sound so strange in the darkness? Was it because of the changes happening to me? Just as I was about to push open the door, I hesitated. Don't laugh at me; I've always been timid and introverted, and besides, I was only ten years old then. I stopped pushing the door open and listened more carefully with my ears, which had become more sensitive than a cat's.

Mom's voice sounded like both moans and gasps, as if she were in pain, yet also as if she were experiencing pleasure.

I don't know why, but I felt a strange flutter in my heart, and a little panicked. My heartbeat suddenly became erratic. I was so scared. Of course, I knew what had happened afterward, but at that moment, I really didn't understand at all. I remember being so terrified.

Thump-thump, my heart was pounding rapidly. My trembling little hands, with a hint of fear, cautiously opened the door a crack and peeked into the room.

The door in front of me was like a secret entrance, leading to a mysterious world. What would I see if I opened the door? I was shocked by what I saw. The room was very bright, and my eyesight had become so good that I could see very clearly. The crack in the door led directly to the large bed in the room.

I saw my usually dignified and chaste mother lying naked on the bed, masturbating with the hands that often stroked my cheeks.

Don't doubt me. How could a ten-year-old know about masturbation? In this age of information overload, many children are more mature than you imagine.

I started using the internet at seven, and by ten, I had seen countless pornographic websites depicting adultery. Of course, I was just curious because I didn't understand the feeling of excitement back then.

And of course, I had to keep these things hidden from my mother. If she knew I was looking at pornographic websites, it would be terrible. However, I knew she occasionally looked too. Sometimes I would secretly use the computer she used for writing to go online. She didn't have the habit of clearing her browsing history, so I knew which websites she visited. But that's beside the point.

I saw it all clearly: my mother was under two pillows, her long, elegant legs bent at the knees, spread wide apart, revealing the entire valley between her snow-white thighs to me.

Although I often bathed with my mother when I was little, I had never looked at her so closely before. My heart started pounding wildly, and my lower body simultaneously became erect. I had had erections before, but this was the first time I had felt such a strong sensation—it was hard and painful, so uncomfortable. I pulled up my pants, my eyes never leaving my mother.

In the full, round, snowy buttocks, a small, moist, slightly brownish-red, wrinkled opening—that was my mother's anus. My eyes widened, I swallowed hard, feeling my mouth dry. Although I knew I shouldn't be peeking, this scene held immense attraction for me.

Above her anus, the raised area was my mother's vulva. Her pubic hair was thick and dense, a dark patch growing on her snow-white vulva.

I saw the place where I was born, those pinkish-red labia now completely turned inside out, revealing a moist, clam-like opening. My mother was inserting her slender fingers with a "plop plop" sound! Glug! I swallowed hard again.

Mom's other hand was kneading her chest, her long, black hair cascading down her snow-white, alluring body. Her sexy red lips were gently biting her breasts, and her once bright and captivating eyes were now brimming with lustful desire.

That expression made my blood rush. Mom's expression was so tempting! In an instant, I went from a child to an adult, like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly. I watched, mesmerized. This was even more arousing than any pornographic video online.

"...Oh...oh...ah...Xiao Feng...Xiao Feng...my good son, my dear son...Mommy wants you so much...I want your big cock inside me...ah...ah..."

Good son? Xiao Feng? Hearing Mom softly call my name, I was shocked again, almost falling forward. I couldn't believe it—Mommy's sexual fantasy while masturbating was about me! My face burned bright red.

My face flushed, I felt incredulous, flustered, and ashamed by everything I saw and heard, yet I also felt incredibly excited and somewhat overwhelmed.

In a corner of my mind, a hazy, chaotic space seemed to open, where reason and desire clashed fiercely.

My mother's mysterious little hole, its exposed flesh revealing its vulva, revealed her engorged clitoris. She repeatedly played with it with her fingers; I guessed she was fantasizing that it was my hand. Her

slender fingers were like jade, and her tender, clam-like vulva was glistening with juices, occasionally gushing forth waves of desire. It excited me greatly. My mother longed to have sex with me; she kept calling my name. I had to exert a great deal of effort to control myself, my feet urging me to rush inside.

Suddenly, I impulsively reached into my pants, grasped my penis, and instinctively began to masturbate. Outside that door, it was my first time masturbating. I noticed my erections hadn't seemed this thick and long before. I was filled with doubt and uncertainty. When I woke up tonight, the whole world suddenly felt completely different.

My penis was frighteningly thick and long, but my attention was already drawn to Mom. Who cared about its size? I was masturbating, and had no time to think about anything else.

Space was no longer a barrier; the rhythm of Mom and my lewd movements rose and fell, the obscene waves forming a mysterious connection, blurring the lines between inside and outside the room.

Mom must have been fantasizing about me caressing her; waves of vaginal fluid were flowing out, soaking the pillow beneath her. To raise me, she hadn't had sex with a man for so many years, relying solely on masturbation for release. Mom must be so thirsty; I really wanted to rush over and comfort her.

But I ultimately restrained myself from rushing in. It's embarrassing to admit, not because I was sensible, but because I was cowardly. I only dared to secretly release my lewd desires outside the room.

The pleasure of masturbation suddenly felt vivid and real. Perhaps it was a mother-child connection, but something inexplicable happened. I felt as if Mommy sensed my gaze. She suddenly closed her eyes, her face flushed red with shame, and dared not call my name again. Only her panting echoed in the room.

Was she ashamed to be a mother because this was an incestuous taboo, and she couldn't help but fantasize about it? Thinking this, I felt an uncontrollable excitement. Looking back now, I was truly precocious.

"...Xiao Feng...fuck Mommy to death...Xiao Feng...fuck Mommy's pussy so beautifully...Xiao Feng...ah ah..."

Watching Mommy's slender hands continuously releasing her desire in her honey hole, I seemed to hear her moans again. Yes, I was both surprised and delighted. Her voice was so weak that I could hardly hear it, but my hearing had become so sensitive that I heard it very clearly.

Mommy changed her position, kneeling forward on the bed, her head resting against the silk quilt in front of the bed. Her round buttocks were sticking up high, and I wondered if she was fantasizing about me raping her from behind, fucking her again and again.

I watched her beautiful little hands emerge from between her two sexy thighs. Mommy was rapidly thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy, her whole body trembling. Her juices flowed down her kneeling legs, meandering from her honey hole, soaking the bedsheets.

"...Xiao Feng...Xiao Feng...It's so beautiful...Xiao Feng...Ahhh..."

Mom gasped, her whole body trembling, her pretty face filled with a wild and seductive blush. I knew she was about to climax, about to climax, but I didn't know that her wanton moans had already ignited my own climax first.

Oh my god, I quickly covered my mouth with my other hand, I almost cried out in pleasure! I really wanted to penetrate my mother's tempting little hole. I felt I was about to explode, so I quickly let go and pulled out. For a moment, I shuddered, and sticky semen shot onto my underwear. Mom's vaginal fluid was really plentiful. Before my mind went blank, that was the only impression I remembered.

My penis continued to throb and ejaculate. After the pleasure subsided, when I came to my senses, I was shocked and a little guilty about my impulsive and lewd behavior. This was wrong, my moral conscience rebuked me, but the object of Mom's sexual fantasies was me. Just thinking about her seductive moans immediately excited me again.

Inside and outside the door, Mommy and I were truly in sync. We were both alert, suppressing our breathing. I smelled an indescribable, ambiguous scent in the air. The damp, cold feeling in my pants made me uncomfortable, a little dizzy, and a pang of guilt for having disrespected Mommy.

My heart was pounding uncontrollably. I was confused. Just a few months ago, I bathed with Mommy every day. Why didn't I feel anything for her then? Was my current state normal? Or was my past behavior normal? Sigh, this is the trouble of growing up. Even if I'm precocious, the first time I face it still brings me confusion. Don't laugh.

In the months leading up to my tenth birthday, before my first erection, I always bathed with Mommy, so I knew the difference between boys and girls from a very young age.

I'm a boy with a penis, and my mommy is a beautiful woman. Below her navel and above her anus, on that small mound, there grows a patch of soft, fine black hair, and there's a pinkish slit there, like clam meat—that's her vulva.

I don't remember if I was five or six years old, but I remember once, when I was taking a bath with my mommy, I curiously touched that spot and asked her.

My mommy blushed and giggled. She said I was born from there. Although I didn't quite believe it, I figured my mommy wouldn't lie to me, so I was half-convinced. It wasn't until I grew up that I finally understood it was true.

Thinking about this, a blush crept onto my face. Back then, I didn't understand anything. Out of curiosity, I always liked to touch my mommy's vulva. At first, my mommy seemed a little reluctant, laughing and laughing. But after a few times, she gradually got used to it and stopped pushing my hands away. Instead, she even taught me how to touch it properly.

Ignorance is truly a kind of happiness, I can't help but admire.

Thinking back to how I was then, I find it so strange. Why did I just touch her like that? Was there some kind of technique involved? Now, I realize I completely missed out on that happy childhood.

I understand now what my mom and I did back then. My hands had comforted her countless times. No wonder her beautiful cheeks would always turn a lovely red when she peed during our game. What

I thought was urine was actually her vaginal fluid from orgasm! A lewd smile crept across my face as I thought about it, and I couldn't help but admire my excellent memory.

Thinking about it, I recalled what happened on my tenth birthday.

Having just ejaculated, my body felt hot again. I couldn't suppress the lewd thoughts of having sex with my mom. My penis, without me even realizing it, became erect again. My mom's naked body was right in front of me; I wanted to rush in and fuck her. I licked my lips, feeling incredibly thirsty.

I'm only ten years old. Am I a pervert? Don't laugh at me. In that instant, I was genuinely frustrated and confused, unable to clarify my feelings. Besides, I suddenly felt dizzy again.

After watching from beginning to end, I suddenly realized that I had developed inappropriate thoughts about my mother. This was wrong. I successfully convinced myself that this was my mother's secret. She had her own physical needs, which she satisfied through fantasies and masturbation. But I had actually peeked and had developed inappropriate impulses because of it. How could this be? Seeing my mother limp on the bed, I couldn't help but worry again. Although I knew what my mother was doing, I had absolutely no experience with this kind of thing. Seeing my mother limp and powerless after her orgasm, I was really worried. I looked at my mother's face. Why was it so red? Did she have a fever? I thought to myself.

"Mommy, what's wrong?"

Without thinking, I pushed open the door and rushed in. My head was so dizzy. I realized that my body had been standing for too long, and it was stiff and uncomfortable. I swayed with each step.

"Ah, Xiaofeng, why are you up? You're not feeling well, why aren't you sleeping?"

Mom was clearly surprised. She looked at the handsome boy who had barged in—her son, me. She had just released her sexual urges, completely naked and limp on the bed, utterly exhausted. I startled her.

Whether she noticed my gaze, or not, staring intently at her private parts, Mom's face flushed red. She closed her legs, her blooming vulva concealing its delicate petals. I felt a pang of guilt. Mom, don't be so cruel to your son!

Seeing Mom's unnatural, stiff expression, I immediately realized how impulsive I had been. Mom was always very shy and timid. She had just masturbated, her beautiful, wet vulva dripping with desire—how could she possibly be naked before me? I immediately decided to act nonchalant, smiling innocently as usual.

"I woke up and heard Mommy crying, so I came to find you. Are you sick too?"

"Crying? Oh, Mommy's okay, Mommy's fine, Mommy's not sick."

Mommy probably secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, I didn't know what she was doing, but she was clearly still embarrassed, her cheeks still burning red. As she asked, she took a clean towel that she had prepared beforehand and casually wiped her lower body. I didn't notice her unintentional action, which almost made my eyes pop out again.

"Mommy, can we sleep together tonight? I haven't slept with you in so long."

"Hmm, you're so big and still so affectionate. Okay, Mommy will sleep with you tonight."

Before Mommy could even put on her clothes, I eagerly nestled into her arms, acting all cute and clingy.

Mommy noticed my first erection while we were showering together. She was holding my penis, about to rinse it off, and the moment she grabbed it, it inflated in her hand, leaving me nowhere to hide. I noticed her expression

was strange then, and from that day on, I was forced to become independent. For the past few months, she'd made me, a little boy, sleep in my own room.

Holding my naked mother, pressed against her warm, soft, full breasts, rubbing against her intentionally or unintentionally, it was pure bliss. The familiar scent of her body, for the first time, intoxicated me.

My mind kept replaying the obscene actions of my mother masturbating earlier. I suspected that the forbidden seeds of desire had sprouted within me that night, and then continued to grow strong! Holding my mother close, I mischievously rubbed against her sensitive breasts, wondering if I had stirred her emotions and made her secretly groan. I heard her breathing become much heavier, and I felt a surge of triumph.

But then I suddenly realized something was wrong. My penis was hard, pressing against my mother's lower abdomen. Would that unusual sensation let her know that her son was physically erect? But if she did, my burgeoning desire would only intensify, like adding fuel to the fire. I desperately wanted to take my mother's swollen nipple into my mouth.

"Baby, how long have you been standing outside the door?"

my mother asked casually. My heart sank. Had my mother noticed something was amiss?

By asking how long I had been standing outside, she was indirectly asking how long I had been watching. How should I answer? "I stood...

not long..."

Hehe, "not long" could be any length of time, I answered insincerely. 56 minutes. Just before leaving the room, I glanced at the small clock by the bed, then at the digital clock in Mom's room. I stood for 56 minutes! I had actually stood for so long. No wonder I felt so uncomfortable.

Mom suddenly touched my clothes, as if checking their temperature, looking thoughtful.

Oh no! I forgot that when a person just gets out of bed, their body temperature is usually higher. Mom must have noticed that my clothes were cold, unlike when she had just gotten out of bed.

Oh my god, could she have noticed? Did I really see her masturbating while calling my name?

I panicked. Without thinking twice, I used the hard edge of my penis to intentionally or unintentionally rub against her vulva. From my experience bathing with her when I was little, I knew that Mom's body was very sensitive. I hoped it would work. At that moment, I was dizzy and it was difficult to think rationally.

Mommy immediately half-closed her eyes. I later learned that it was called "seductive eyes." At that moment, her eyes seemed to be brimming with tears as she squinted at me. I wondered if her bones had gone weak and her legs had gone limp. I felt smug and rubbed against her, thinking, "Let's see if Mommy can handle this!" Mommy's jade-like face was flushed red. I thought she wouldn't care about asking me questions or being completely naked anymore. If I kept rubbing against her like this, she might actually do something lewd with me right there and then.

I don't know if it was because of changes in my body, but I was absolutely certain that I was capable of having sex at that time. If we had actually done it, maybe Mommy and I would have a son or a daughter now.

Mommy hugged her beloved son, me, tightly and hurriedly got out of bed to go back and get the silk quilt to wrap herself in.

When she turned around, she saw the entire bed in a mess. The silk blankets and clothes were all soaked with her juices. Her cheeks flushed again. Her shy yet wanton expression was captured by my eyes. I loved seeing Mom's expression; I almost ejaculated on the spot, but thankfully I held back. "

Mommy, let's clean the room tomorrow," I thought to myself, not daring to say it aloud. And Mommy, as expected, understood me perfectly.

Mommy picked me up and fled the embarrassing scene as if she were flying. I guessed that Mommy was wondering if I had seen that embarrassing thing. Had she even thought about that? I saw her face turn even redder.

"Baby, go to sleep now. You'll be strong if you get enough sleep. Don't worry Mommy,"

Mommy said gently as soon as we got to my room, hugging me and quickly snuggling into the covers.

In my mother's incredibly comforting embrace, dizzy and exhausted, I drifted off to sleep. I remember saying something, but I can't recall what.

Much later, I realized what I had said, haha.

That night, I had my first ever erotic dream, a dream I still remember vividly. October 11,

2002. Life is like a dream .

I felt hazy, in a strange illusion, as if I were flying, drifting into an unknown place, a lush green meadow, petals falling everywhere, and a beautiful rainbow hanging high in the sky. Then I saw a sexy and beautiful goddess—it was my mother.

I happily ran to her, suddenly realizing I had grown up, I was as tall as her now. I happily took her hand and danced, doing the bunny dance she loved to do when she was little. I don't know why I suddenly knew it; had my mother taught me? I don't remember. Seeing my mother so happy made me happy too.

My mother and I were skipping hand in hand. Her captivating eyes looked at me, shimmering with passionate love, igniting a fire within me. Startled, I instinctively followed my instincts, sensing my mother's need for comfort, and began to stroke her.

Suddenly, a jumble of confused, moral, exciting, and lewd thoughts—many ideas I'd never considered before—flowed into my mind like a torrent, startling me.

I was both bewildered and enlightened, the feeling growing clearer. For some reason, something seemed to be happening within me.

The various thoughts flooding my mind propelled my somewhat naive and undeveloped thinking, honed by limited interaction with others, into a state of true maturity.

Everything felt so real, yet so unreal. Was I dreaming? I wondered. If it was a dream, how could I be thinking? If it wasn't a dream, how could I explain it? It was a strange experience. Everything felt so real. The physical sensations hadn't disappeared, and my consciousness was fully present, sharing the fleeting thoughts in someone else's mind. It was a naked connection between souls, I guessed, and a thrill I'd never felt before surged within me.

Was this my thought? Or someone else's? Was it Mommy's? I discovered thoughts that made my face flush and my heart race. I didn't know why, but I thought it was all Mommy's fantasy of having sex with me. I never knew that my always elegant and chaste mother harbored such obscene sexual fantasies deep within her heart.

Let it be a dream. I cast aside all inhibitions. The budding lust within me drove me towards the abyss of desire. Watching Mommy's alluring, spring-like demeanor, she grew increasingly ecstatic. I indulged in pleasing my mother, playing forbidden adult games with her.

I found a reason to absolve myself: it wasn't my fault; she was responsible for the extremely lewd fantasies in her heart.

I finally entered Mommy's body, a surge of intense excitement welling up inside me, a feeling of wanting to expand and explode. A wave of ecstasy washed over me, and I felt myself ejaculate. Suddenly, everything went blank. What had happened? I became frightened. Had I woken up from the dream? Why wasn't I fully awake yet? I started feeling uncomfortable again, my breathing becoming labored. "Mommy… Mommy," I called out, and then I woke up.

Having just woken from a dream of incest between mother and son, before I even opened my eyes, I found Mommy on top of me, licking my penis. For a moment, dream and reality intertwined, everything seemed like a dream, an illusion, a reality, a fantasy. I couldn't tell the difference, and I dared not move.

I felt my penis being bound by a soft mass of flesh, the soft yet tight, sucking sensation almost making me groan.

I could feel the warm breath on the skin beside my thigh, and my scrotum was tickled by my mother's long hair. On my sensitive glans, the soft flesh sliding and licking was… my mother's tongue! I almost cried out. I was sure I was awake now, and that what I had just experienced was truly a dream.

It turned out that my mother had heard my faint snoring in my sleep and woken up. She looked down at me; I was still struggling in my incestuous dream, not really awake yet. My mother saw my flushed cheeks, like I was drunk, and heard me muttering "Mom" in my sleep, as if I was having some kind of dream. My mother's face was red; I later learned that she had the exact same erotic dream as me that night.

Mom breathed a sigh of relief after waking up, pulled up the covers, and found her lower body and my pants were soaking wet. Her face flushed again; it was obvious that it was covered in her vaginal fluid. Before I woke up, she quickly tried to change me into dry clothes.

Mom hurriedly got out of bed, grabbed a set of my underwear, and as soon as she took off all my clothes, she froze. She realized I had had a wet dream. How embarrassing! But that wasn't the point.

Based on my fairly accurate guess, when she saw my thick, long penis, swollen and erect, that menacing glans must have made her flustered. The undried semen faintly exuded a seductive scent.

Mom's sexy red lips unconsciously licked her tongue slightly. My erect, magnificent penis made her unbearably itchy.

In a moment of passion and confusion, Mom suddenly felt an impulse. She bent down, her delicate hand grasping the base of my penis. She opened her mouth and took it into her mouth, her tongue pressing against the glans, licking and sucking with frenzied passion. That's when I woke up.

So stimulating! Though young, I couldn't resist the burning desire. My remaining rationality made me try my best to restrain myself, but my body was beyond my control. A pleasurable climax erupted, and my semen shot into my mother's mouth, which she swallowed. My heart pounded, hoping she hadn't discovered I was awake.

How fishy! By the time Mom realized what she had done, she had already licked up all my semen and swallowed it. She was frantically trying to spit out my penis from her mouth when my body suddenly trembled, and thick, cloudy semen gushed out in spurts. Before she could react, she swallowed it all.

"Damn it, how could I do this to my son?... When did Xiaofeng grow so big? His penis is so thick and long..."

Mom blushed, stroking my penis with a mixture of love and fear, talking to herself. My initial impulse to get up and hug her vanished, and I didn't dare move, continuing to pretend to be asleep, only peeking my eyes open a crack.

Although I had swallowed almost all of my ejaculated semen, a few drops of thick, white semen accidentally landed on Mom's beautiful face. In the dawn light, she looked like a beautiful and elegant goddess, adorned with a few drops of morning dew—how sacred and magnificent!

I felt so guilty, because I actually wanted to ejaculate all my semen onto her face.

Seemingly feeling ashamed, Mom bit her lip, no longer daring to look closely at my large, bright red penis, glistening with her saliva. I couldn't help but feel proud that it was still erect even after I ejaculated. She carefully changed my clothes, hurriedly got up, and rushed out of my room.

Only after Mom left did I breathe a sigh of relief and open my eyes, panting heavily. I

didn't get up immediately; I remained lying quietly on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. How should Mom and I get along from now on? I thought about it seriously for a long, long time, but couldn't come up with a good solution. It wasn't until Mom finished tidying up and came to wake me that I realized I had worried unnecessarily. Mom acted as if nothing had happened. How could I possibly contradict her? Five years have passed in a flash, and I still don't understand what happened to me on my tenth birthday.

Between my mother and me, there seemed to be some kind of ambiguous understanding. Our relationship was somewhere between mother and son and lovers, but we never actually crossed the taboo line of incest. We were just a little too intimate.

Naturally, many men were pursuing my mother, but they didn't know that I, with my innocent and naive face, was the biggest obstacle to their relationships. Of course, my little tricks couldn't fool my mother. She often joked with me that one day I would be kicked to death by a horse. Oh, I was only doing it for my mother's happiness.

Over the years, my mother still secretly masturbated, and of course, I never missed the chance to feast my eyes. But I always felt that she knew I was watching. She often masturbated in different ways, which excited me a lot. She always called my name, which made me develop a bad habit of feeling unfulfilled if I didn't masturbate several times a day.

Sometimes I have this feeling that my mother and I are like a pair of thieves, mother and son, both burying their heads in the sand. We both know the truth, yet we deceive ourselves. When will we finally face the forbidden complex that entangles our hearts? Seeing my mother's strange, dazed expression after hanging up the phone startled me. I was lost in thought, not paying attention to what she'd said on the phone. Just moments before, we were laughing and joking. What happened? "Mom, what's wrong?"

I asked anxiously, moving closer to her. "Your aunt said your uncle died in a car accident!"

My mother turned her head blankly, answering my question. Seeing her usually bright and beautiful eyes suddenly devoid of their usual sparkle, replaced by a melancholy sadness, I felt a deep pang of heartache. My

uncle is dead? My uncle was an exceptionally intelligent man, his knowledge encompassing almost every art form, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign. He was always someone I admired. He's dead? I was truly taken aback. Having grown up relying on my mother, I understood the significance my uncle held in our family. Besides my grandmother, he was the closest person to my mother and me.

All the other relatives either openly looked down on us or gossiped behind our backs. Only my uncle truly cared for us, treating us like family.

My grandfather was a wealthy merchant who had three wives throughout his life, both officially and secretly. My mother and uncle's biological mother, my grandmother Lan Wanyu, was his most beautiful concubine. My grandmother was

a woman of exceptional beauty and talent, born into a prestigious family. She was exceptionally intelligent from a young age, not only well-educated and courteous but also said to have studied under a mysterious master, learning unfathomable Taoist and sorcery.

Unfortunately, my maternal grandmother's family later fell into decline due to jealousy and harm, and my grandmother was implicated, forced into prostitution. At a social gathering, she met my maternal grandfather, a womanizer, and they eventually married.

Although he favored her, he died young. My grandmother, being a concubine and having come from a family of prostitutes, was rumored to possess some witchcraft and Taoist magic, which both frightened and scorned the Wei family, who considered themselves cultured and scholarly. They regarded her as a vixen.

Because my second uncle, Wei Haitian, was naturally inclined towards metaphysics and Taoism, and had always been close to my stunningly beautiful grandmother, gossip began to circulate in the family. People whispered behind her back, saying that she had seduced my second uncle and had an ambiguous relationship with him.

My maternal grandmother had a rebellious nature. Despite the gossip and cold treatment from the Wei family, she and my second uncle became even more intimate, showing no restraint in their interactions. One day, she actually lured my second uncle away from home, and the

two of them went to live as Taoist nuns. My grandmother's carefree departure didn't expect that my mother and uncle would be implicated. Everyone secretly spread rumors that my grandmother and my second uncle had gotten pregnant and were too ashamed to face anyone, which was why she ran away.

My mother was only five years old that year, an orphan, her life was incredibly pitiful. Even the servants in the Wei family dared to bully her and her brother. If my uncle hadn't desperately protected my mother, I probably wouldn't be here today.

As my mother grew up, the Wei family's business power declined significantly. Looking at my mother's charming and alluring appearance, it's clear she inherited more and more of my maternal grandmother's beauty.

When she was 21, some of my distant relatives squandered my maternal grandfather's business. My uncle, Wei Liantian, harbored a wicked plan: he wanted to marry my mother off as a concubine to a notorious business tycoon.

My mother, of course, refused vehemently. Soon after, she became pregnant out of wedlock and gave birth to my precious son. The plan to marry the tycoon as a concubine naturally fell through, causing a huge uproar within the Wei family, who considered her a disgrace to the family.

My mother was a brave woman; she resolutely refused to reveal my father's identity. She was kicked out of her home and left to wander the streets, struggling to find food, relying entirely on my uncle's secret support.

Once, my mother and I both developed high fevers. If it weren't for my uncle's timely visit, saving us at the most critical moment, my mother and I would probably be dead. My mother has told me these stories repeatedly since I was old enough to understand.

In my memory, my uncle was a gentle and melancholic man. From a young age, I knew that he was the pillar of our family. He had always taken care of my mother and me until he married my aunt. After that, my mother gradually had less contact with him, but my uncle and aunt still often visited our home. I know that my uncle had always been an important pillar in my mother's life.

So when I heard that my uncle had died, my heart was shaken. How could this be? At the same time, I thought of my aunt, with whom I had a close, sibling-like relationship. She must be very sad too.

"Mom, don't be too sad, maybe crying will make you feel better."

Seeing my strong-willed mother biting her lip, her expression showing she wanted to cry but couldn't, I instinctively reached out and hugged her, gently stroking her back and softly comforting her.

Inhaling the alluring, faint fragrance emanating from her, I suddenly felt that I had truly grown up. I was no longer the ignorant child I once was. Holding my vulnerable mother, I cried out in my heart, "Mom, let me protect you from now on."

Hearing my heartfelt comfort, my mother's sorrowful tears flowed uncontrollably.

She trembled and sobbed in my arms. I felt she had never been so vulnerable and helpless as she was now. She hugged me tightly, crying out all the pent-up grievances she had held in her heart.

Oh my god, the soft, firm breasts of my mother brushed against my chest, feeling incredibly comfortable, and my face instantly burned bright red.

I'm 176 cm tall, only three centimeters taller than Mommy. Holding her alluring, mature body in my arms, our bodies pressed perfectly together, I felt a surge of sexual desire stronger than ever before!

Don't forget, Mommy was still grieving over Uncle's death; we were mother and son by blood. How could I possibly have such lewd thoughts at a time like this?

Boom! A loud bang accompanied by a flash of light appeared, thunder rumbled across the sky, sending chills down my spine.

It was all the fault of those pornographic websites. Flustered, I comforted Mommy, my heart pounding. It must be because I'd read too many inappropriate things. Would I be struck by lightning?

After a period of unrestrained crying, Mommy slowly stopped. She leaned weakly against me, a faint blush of shyness on her cheeks. Was she thinking, "Why am I crying like this in my son's arms?" I anxiously tried to guess what was going on in her mind.

My mother is no longer a little girl. Having stumbled and fallen her way through life, she should know how to adjust her emotions. Although hearing the devastating news still left her feeling sad and helpless, perhaps in that instant, she truly felt how safe and secure it was to hold me in her arms.

It was as if I had protected her, shielding her from any further suffering. Her pain found solace in me, no longer so unbearable.

Perhaps she finally realized that the son she had so cherished had grown up, big enough to offer her a warm and comforting embrace. I felt a slight tremor in my heart.

Mom looked at me with a puzzled expression. I inherited her looks very much; we looked remarkably alike. However, I wasn't very tall, only 176 centimeters, though my proportions were fairly good. I considered myself handsome, but unfortunately, my movements were still somewhat childish. I've always been used to being close to Mom, but recently I've started to try out some more mature and steady actions. Would she think that because of this, I'm no longer the child who needs her care and protection? As I looked at her, I saw a hint of confusion in her eyes. My heavy breathing pressed against her smooth neck, and my erection, pressing against her soft, sensitive area through her clothes, suddenly made her seem to sense something. She avoided my burning gaze, turned her head, and rested her cheek on my shoulder, gazing at the desolate night outside the window.

"When did it start raining? This rain looks quite heavy; it might last all night!"

Mom asked softly, her hand still tightly around my waist, not pushing me away, probably because she couldn't bear to let me go.

"It just started raining! There was lightning and thunder too. A typhoon is coming, it'll probably rain all night. Mom, don't be afraid! I'm right here with you, protecting you!"

I hugged my mother tightly, whispering gently in her ear. Inadvertently, I saw her ears turn a deep red, like rubies.

My mother was already heartbroken upon hearing the bad news, but the wind and rain added to her sorrow, increasing her grief. The stars faded and the moon disappeared in the night sky, the wind howled, and a sudden downpour began outside the window. My mother and I fell silent, neither of us speaking, just embracing each other quietly like lovers.

Suddenly, a thunderclap, a flash of light, then darkness enveloped me; all the lights went out—the power was out! Mom was startled by the thunder and cried out. She's usually quite brave, but now she clung to me tightly, terrified. In the darkness, my strange senses were exceptionally sharp, and I quickly adjusted, seeing her terrified expression clearly. A wave of tenderness welled up inside me.

"Xiaofeng, sleep with Mom tonight. The thunder was so loud, Mom's scared," I

blurted out impulsively. Mom bit her lower lip and lowered her head, seemingly embarrassed.

Holding Mom, I wasn't surprised by her request. If I didn't know her well enough to understand her intentions, her words would have felt like she was implying something. I'm old enough to understand her feelings; she was grieving for her uncle's passing. This gentle autumn rain, chilling and refreshing, made it impossible for her to sleep alone. But Mom nestled in my arms, which gave me a sense of accomplishment. Perhaps tonight was an opportunity, a chance for Mom and me to confront the ambiguous, intertwined relationship between us.

"Mmm! Okay! I haven't slept with Mom in so long!"

Remembering how Mom often slept with me when I was little, I felt a warm glow, as if reliving a childhood dream.

"Okay, Mom's going to her room to sleep now. You check the doors and windows, then come and sleep too,"

Mom whispered in my ear. Her shy tone sounded like a young wife admonishing her husband, making me momentarily dazed.

I suddenly remembered that Mom and I both slept naked. For five years, we hadn't shared a bed. Tonight, Mom wanted me to sleep with her, and a lewd thought suddenly surfaced in my mind. Would she sleep naked again tonight? With my excellent eyesight in the dark, I checked the doors and windows, turned off the lights and appliances, and went into Mom's room. My mind raced; should I take off all my clothes? Although the timing wasn't ideal, bordering on taking advantage, the thought of Mom's stunning beauty and a series of lewd ideas immediately swirled in my mind. After a moment's hesitation, I gritted my teeth and took everything off, blaming it all on my habit of sleeping naked.

Outside, the wind and rain raged; inside, I mustered my courage, climbed onto the large bed in Mom's room, lifted the silk blanket, and burrowed into the covers filled with her fragrance. My heart pounded, but I obediently lay down beside Mom.

"Mom, are you asleep?"

I asked softly, my heart pounding.

"Hmm! Not yet! We haven't slept together in so long, let Mom hold you tonight!"

Mom's soft body rolled over in the blankets, her thighs straddling me. She wrapped her arms under my armpits and around my waist and back, completely unashamed, lying on top of me in a very ambiguous position of intercourse, intimately embracing me.

"Ah! Xiaofeng, you're not wearing any?"

Mom exclaimed in surprise. Her body stiffened noticeably, and she hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she pressed her body against mine, holding me tightly. My penis was between her legs, and in the darkness, I could vaguely see her face was flushed.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't expect you to hug me..."

Hehe, even if you beat me to death, I would never admit that all I could think about was how to make Mom and I consummate our relationship. I just didn't expect her to hug me like that, and I was really taken aback. The warm, soft, and smooth touch of Mom's skin almost made me have a nosebleed.

My body immediately became excited, and my erect penis was held between Mom's soft thighs, with the head of my penis perfectly nestled in her buttocks. I was so stimulated that I almost ejaculated on the spot.

I felt a strange tingling sensation in my lower abdomen. I felt it carefully and realized that it was the pubic hair under Mom's lower abdomen rubbing against my lower abdomen. Mom had already taken off her underwear. She wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas. No bra, no panties, she was completely naked except for that sexy nightgown that was so thin it was practically non-existent.

This was originally a lewd wish I harbored, but people are strange. When I actually faced this scene, I felt uneasy, except for my physical arousal. My little brother was shamelessly touching my mother's little sister.

I felt that the ambiguous relationship between my mother and me had changed tonight. My gentle and beautiful mother took the initiative to straddle me, and in this inappropriate position for mother and son, she threw herself into my arms and hugged me tightly, like my little wife waiting for my pampering! I wondered, even if I wasn't completely naked, didn't she consider what might happen next? For a moment, my mother and I were both awkwardly silent, neither of us daring to move.

In the darkness, in the warm bed, Mom's full, firm breasts, separated only by a thin, almost invisible silk nightgown, pressed tightly against my naked chest. It was breathtakingly beautiful. She held me like a log, leaving no gap, completely enveloping me. In the stormy night, I felt like I was dreaming. So

close to Mom, I noticed the subtle swelling of her nipples, causing my chest to heave violently. My heart, lacking oxygen, couldn't beat properly. My consciousness was hazy, truly a case of lust clouding judgment.

Mom's soft breasts also heaved violently. She held me quietly, but I could feel her rapid heartbeat. Her lips seemed to lightly brush against mine, her warm breath so close.

I was somewhat dazed. Did she want to kiss me? But I immediately snapped out of it. I put one arm around my mother's slender waist and gently patted her beautiful back with the other, hoping to comfort her. Luckily, she was wearing pajamas. I thought awkwardly.

"Mom, it's been so long since you told me about your childhood. Can you tell me again?"

I quickly asked in a low voice, asking about her childhood, my uncle's childhood, and my own childhood.

Although I knew all of these things very well, I hoped that my mother's memories would slowly ease her sadness and distract her from her grief. But most importantly, I hoped to quickly extinguish the flames of desire that were gradually burning in my heart.

"Okay, um, I remember when Mom was little..."

In the darkness, in the warm bed, my mother nestled in my arms, listening to the wind and rain outside the window, murmuring her distant memories, my childhood impressions.

Listening to Mom's sweet voice, softly recounting one sad feeling after another, and one happy memory after another, Mom's heartbeat, along with mine, converged into a strange rhythm. In the darkness, it was like a strange, hazy world. I felt as if I were far, far away from the mortal world. Before I knew it, I was sleepy. I closed my eyes, not really listening to what Mom was saying.

"Do you know, you look like your dad!"

In my hazy state, these words grabbed my consciousness before I drifted off to sleep. Dad? My heart skipped a beat. Mom never talked to me about Dad. I hoped she would tell me more.

"Hmm, how do I resemble Dad?"

"Whenever I was unhappy, he always comforted me like you..."

As if realizing she had spoken out of turn, Mom didn't reveal anything more. She just lowered her head to my chest, gently tracing my bare chest with her fingers, as if recalling something. She idly played with my small nipples.

I was a little disappointed. Why wouldn't Mom say more? "Xiaofeng...are you asleep?"

After a long silence, Mom suddenly murmured in the darkness.

"Not yet..."

I answered groggily. The wind and rain howled outside the window, while Mom's soft murmurs sounded distant. I had a half-awake, half-asleep feeling, and her fingers seemed to ignite an uncontrollable desire within me, surging up like a fire. My

erect penis, without me even realizing it, was already pressing arrogantly against Mom's soft, hairy vulva between her legs. The glans pressed tightly against her hot, moist flesh, perfectly nestled at the opening, trembling and pushing against it. I instinctively wanted to push it in, but Mom's hand deftly blocked me.

My hazy mind jolted. What was I doing? I panicked instantly, like a child who had done something wrong, helpless and anxiously awaiting Mom's punishment.

Unexpectedly, Mom wasn't angry. Instead, she grabbed my penis and began to stroke it.

"Xiaofeng, my good son, what wicked thoughts have you had about your mother?"

Mom asked softly.

"Mom... I'm sorry... I... I shouldn't have thought such things!"

Hearing Mom's question, I stammered, unsure how to answer.

"Do you like Mom?"

Mom placed my penis back between her legs and rubbed it. I felt a warm, moist liquid, and my heart skipped a beat. Mom was wet; I knew she was very sensitive.

"I like Mom!"

My voice felt dry, and I was too surprised to speak. Was I dreaming? Mom's actions were tormenting my reason. I had an impulse to say what I had kept hidden in my heart for so long, what I had always wanted to say to Mom.

"I want to make love with Mom!"

I waited anxiously, waiting for fate to unveil its mysterious veil.

03 The Long Night

"You want to have sex with Mom? But we're mother and son! That's incest!"

Mom sighed softly, and my heart sank. But then she rubbed her hairy vulva against my lower abdomen, the lubrication of her vaginal fluids smoothing the dry skin. This gave me a glimmer of hope. Mom's wanton and bold behavior was completely unlike her usual elegant and dignified demeanor; instead, she resembled a lustful night witch, Lilith.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

"We can't, Xiaofeng, you know that's not allowed! I'm your mother, we absolutely cannot do incest..."

Mom bit her lip, hesitant to speak. Her actions were completely contrary to the meaning behind her words.

Her hands caressed my bare chest, teasing me like a lover would. My mother's smooth, plump thighs roamed over mine, her smooth skin rubbing against my bare skin with an alluring warmth.

Good heavens, she was like a restless snake, bringing me a seemingly sweet and delicious forbidden fruit, telling me it was poison, yet enjoying it so much right before my eyes. What should I do? She shifted her body slightly, her soft hand gently grasping the base of my penis, applying slight pressure, stroking it up and down, seemingly without considering how a mother could so lewdly play with her own son's genitals.

I couldn't believe I was being treated like this. My penis throbbed in my mother's soft palm, my heart pounding wildly. She gripped my vitals with just the right amount of force, as if seizing my very soul.

Slightly out of breath, I couldn't resist slipping my hand under Mom's pajamas, lifting it, and pressing my palm against her soft breasts. Mom trembled slightly. This was the feel of Mom's breasts—so big and elastic! I gently caressed them, and in the darkness, I saw a strange, alluring blush rise on Mom's face.

"Don't move! Close your eyes!"

Mom suddenly said, her breathing rapid in the darkness, her warm breath moving across my neck.

I didn't dare move, obediently closing my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. My unruly fingers lingered on Mom's swollen nipples, lovingly scratching the raised nerve plexuses on her nipples.

Was Mom angry? I felt a little apprehensive, or did she know the secret I could see even in the dark? My face felt warm, and something soft, moist and sticky slid down my cheek into my mouth. Such sweet juice! I instinctively sucked on it. What was this? Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, I realized it was Mommy's tongue. I couldn't believe it.

Our lips met, and Mommy's tongue slid into my mouth, seducing me. An electric-like stimulation exploded on my tongue, and my soul floated away, disoriented.

Huff, huff, huff, huff, huff! Huff, huff, huff, huff, huff! Hot breaths, burning body temperature, and a raging incestuous passion raged in the darkness.

"Mom..."

I called out hoarsely, not knowing what to say. Mommy had kissed me first, kissing me in the most profound way lovers could touch each other's souls, while her hands didn't stop, continuing to vigorously stroke my penis.

Strangely, although this was the obscene scene I had long dreamed of, my mind was completely blank at this moment.

"Shh..."

In the darkness, Mommy's suppressed breathing was particularly arousing.

Mom held my penis, her skillful masturbation technique making me feel like I was dying of pleasure. I felt a shiver, about to ejaculate, but Mom's alert fingers tightened, effectively stopping my ejaculation.

Mom held my penis, her small mouth close to my ear, her breath warm against my ear, a thrilling, almost clandestine sensation.

"Son, tell Mom, are you about to ejaculate?"

she asked softly, as if asking a huge secret.

"Um...yes, yes!"

I stammered, my penis trembling uncontrollably. I had this strange feeling, like a cat playing with a toy, Mom the cat, and me the toy.

"Want to ejaculate in Mom's mouth?"

Mom licked my earlobe, then asked seriously.

"Huh?"

I almost burst out in surprise, but Mom released her grip, and the impending pleasure subsided like a receding tide.

"Do you want it? Do you want Mom to swallow your semen?"

she asked again in a low voice, her fingers gently circling my glans.

"Yes!"

Of course I wanted it. In an instant, the image of Mom's usually elegant and dignified face flashed into my mind, her sexy little mouth open, her naked body sucking my penis. How could I think rationally? I instinctively succumbed to the temptation.

"Good son! You actually have such thoughts? Can't you tell Mom was just joking with you?"

Mom asked me in surprise. Her incredulous tone made me feel so ashamed! "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm so filthy, I shouldn't have..."

I said with great remorse, but I froze before I could finish.

Mommy turned over in bed, her wet, hot mouth taking my penis in one gulp. She held it deep inside, her tongue licking the soft groove of my glans, her teeth rubbing my swollen penis. The tight, slippery sucking motions seemed to want to devour me whole. I almost ejaculated from pleasure.

Mommy sucking my penis?!

So stimulating! My lust burned fiercely. My remaining reason tried to restrain myself, but my body gave in. I immediately ejaculated, the forbidden pleasure causing me to climax. Spurts of semen shot into Mommy's mouth, which she gulped down.

My heart pounded. Mommy really swallowed all my semen.

And that wasn't all. After swallowing all my semen, her tongue continued to lick the glans thoroughly, not letting a single drop escape.

"It tastes absolutely delicious, my good son, you have a perfect big cock."

Mom smacked her lips, praising me with lingering satisfaction.

Hearing Mom say that, I couldn't help but feel a little proud, but my face immediately turned red. I'm always very shy, and I also felt uneasy. I was very confused. Mom's attitude puzzled me. She stroked and massaged my scrotum, penis, and glans, making my desire rise again.

"Son, do you really want to make love with Mom?"

"Yes, really... uh? Mom, what did you say?"

She asked casually. My heart skipped a beat. What had Mom said? Mom turned over in bed, lying on her side, her smooth thighs rubbing against mine, her damp pubic hair pressed against my sensitive skin. She whispered in my ear, her hand never letting go of my penis. I don't know if she'd gotten used to it, or if I had, but I actually felt it was perfectly natural for us to be like this.

Nestled in my arms, Mom laughed uncontrollably. I felt so awkward. How could a forbidden carnal relationship really develop between mother and son? She was definitely joking with me, and I felt so disappointed.

"Want to make love with Mom, son? Do you often secretly fantasize about making love with Mom?"

Mom's laughter faded, and she whispered in my ear. In the darkness, her beautiful eyes blinked like those of a cunning and lustful enchantress.

"Ah! Mom, how did you know… ah!"

My heart skipped a beat, and I blurted out the confession, then stammered, unsure how to continue.

Hearing my unthinking answer, Mom chuckled again, her fingers circling around the head of my penis.

"Heh, you little rascal, you really are my good son! Mom knows you often read incestuous stories about mothers and sons online! Tell Mom, when did you start secretly fantasizing about having sex with Mom?"

"Since I was ten..."

How did she know I read erotic stories? I was speechless. That was definitely not a taboo conversation a mother should have with her son. Did Mom want to lay bare the ambiguous feelings between us? "Heh, I remember now, you started getting erections before you were almost ten. Was that when you started having bad thoughts about Mom? Am I wrong?"

"Ah... Mom, you remember?"

"Hey, of course Mom remembers! Don't you even know who you inherited your good memory from? Mom still remembers..."

I never expected Mom's questioning techniques to be as sharp as her handjob skills. I was caught off guard and couldn't handle it, my face turning bright red. I could only stammer and confess many of my secrets.

Growing up in a single-parent family, relying on my stunningly beautiful mother from a young age, bathing and sleeping with her every day, how could I not be precocious both physically and mentally? If I hadn't been so young and naive back then, not knowing to be careful and not let Mom discover my erections, I wouldn't have been forced into independence so early. Otherwise, perhaps when I later truly began to feel desire for women, I would have already consummated my relationship with Mom. I couldn't help but regret my ignorance back then.

Mom's fingers exerted slight pressure, her fingertips gently scratching the most sensitive part of my glans. My penis was held tightly by her warm palm, and I felt an indescribable comfort.

"Good son, you're so honest. Actually, Mom already knew all this, and Mommy wants to reward you for it..."

I don't know when, but Mommy had already taken off her extremely revealing thin-strapped silk nightgown. Her beautiful, mature body was now completely open to me. Mommy writhes against my naked body, teasing me.

"Mom, how are you going to reward me?"

My blood was racing.

In the darkness, I saw Mommy blink, and she asked playfully.

"How do you want Mommy to reward you?"

I stammered, unable to speak. How was I supposed to answer? Honestly, did I want to sleep with her? At this point, Mommy probably wanted it too, right? But what if I misunderstood? If I misunderstood, that would be a huge joke! "Son, if you don't want Mommy's reward, then forget it..."

In the darkness, Mommy said with a disappointed look, sighing softly.

"No! Mom, I want to make love to you!"

In my haste, I forgot all shame, grabbed my mother's slender waist, and flipped her over, pinning her beneath me.

"How much do you want to? Hmm?"

My mother lay back beneath me, her long, beautiful legs wrapped around my waist like an octopus, whispering in my ear.

"So much! Mom~ I really want to make love to you!"

In the darkness, I felt my glans, guided by my mother, pressed against her wet, warm, tender flesh. It was almost time. I was eager to thrust in, but my mother teasingly dodged and weaved, preventing me from entering.

"No! I'm your mother, this is incest!"

She laughed like a mischievous little girl, but acted like a cunning witch. She seduced her son, igniting the most intense desire in my body, while simultaneously unearthing the most impure and forbidden fantasies from my memory.

"Mom, I can't take it anymore, just let me in!"

I had to, I just couldn't take it anymore! Holding my mother's full, perky buttocks tightly, I thrust hard, feeling my penis enter her tight, fleshy hole, where it was immediately sucked in and bound by her flesh, like a magnet attracting iron, or like a bee caught in a spider web. I couldn't escape her grasp.

I was a bee that had walked into her trap, and my mother was a spider demon. It was all my mother's scheme. In the boundless darkness of the night, she seduced her own son, drawing him into the incestuous web woven from her lust. This strange thought arose in my mind.

"Ahhh, gently, gently... good son, good son, you actually went in? This is incest! How could you actually go in? Hey, hey, son, your penis is so big, it's killing me, don't go in so deep, this is incest... Ahhhhh... good son, you're so amazing, Mom has never let your dad go in so deep..."

Does that mean that if I have sex with Mommy and go in shallowly, it's not incest? But I can no longer think about the rationality of Mommy's words. My thick, long penis is parting her labia from her lower body and penetrating straight into her tight little tender hole. Mommy and my genitals are intertwined, and we finally have lewd intercourse.

Mommy begs for mercy again and again, but her legs are tightly wrapped around my waist, her little hole greedily sucking and biting my penis, her whole body undulating like waves, her hands are wrapped around my back, and her full breasts are rubbing against my chest.

My mother's teasing, a mixture of resistance and desire, fueled my burning lust, melting my body and soul.

My penis pierced through her vagina, the head of my penis reaching the soft flesh deep within her uterus. The thrill of breaking the taboo of incest gave me an incomparably pleasurable sensation.

"Mom, do you know, I think about making love with you every day. Mom, I love you madly!"

I released my desire on my mother's body again and again, the tip of my penis ravaging deep within her cunt, thrusting against her opening and closing. The sensation of my mother's vagina gripping and sucking my penis, the forbidden pleasure brought by incest between mother and son, made me grit my teeth and bury my head in my work.

"How could you fall in love with Mom? How could you have such a ridiculous thought? No, you can't! This is incest! It's wrong! We can't commit incest!"

Hearing Mom's righteous and stern rebuke, I felt utterly ashamed, but her body was entwined with mine, making it even more inseparable, and I was incredibly excited.

Her heels pressed against my buttocks, forcing me to thrust deeper into her vagina. With each thrust, her juices would squeeze out from the edges of her vaginal walls, a pool of pungent, sweet fluid.

"Mom, I'm going to cum!"

I shouted, panting. Mom kept reminding me that this was incest, yet she did the opposite. She had completely confused my thoughts. I trembled with pleasure, and in the last few thrusts, I felt a strange sensation of piercing the walls of Mom's vagina. My glans felt like it was tightly wrapped by a soft mass of flesh inside her vagina, and I was about to explode.

I hurriedly tried to pull my penis out of Mom's vagina.

"Shoot it in!"

Mommy trembled, an orgasm erupting from the depths of her vagina, her entire vagina contracting and spasming, suddenly creating a strong suction.

"What?"

"Shoot it all into Mommy's womb!"

she commanded me, her whole body trembling. Mommy pulled her crossed heels behind my buttocks, and I involuntarily thrust forward. I was so surprised, before I could even think about whether I should or not, my hot semen shot out in a torrent, spurting into Mommy's vagina. It

felt so good, Mommy's vagina gripped my penis, her legs tightly constricting my lower body. She seemed to be squeezing out every last drop of fluid from my body, constantly pressing me down, squeezing me into the deepest part of her vaginal walls. Mommy convulsed, she hysterically hugged me tightly, her whole body trembling.

A deep weariness surged from my very bones, as if my soul had been ripped from my body by my mother. All my energy was released, a feeling of blissful languor that made me willing to die from it all.

It felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was just a moment; my sense of time was dulled.

Outside, the wind, rain, and thunder roared, but I couldn't hear a thing.

In the darkness, only my mother's rapid breathing echoed like a giant reverberation, clinging to me like her alluring body. Her wanton vulva thirstily sucked at my penis, showing no sign of letting go.

I slowly came to my senses and realized that my mother and I were still in the most intimate genital connection. I couldn't believe that my mother had let me ejaculate all my semen inside her. My mind was a mess; I couldn't believe that I had actually engaged in the most intimate act of intercourse with my dignified and beautiful mother.

In the darkness, an unreal sense of illusion and a deep sense of guilt intertwined and spread amidst the waves of passion.

"Xiao Feng..."

"Hmm? Mom~ What is it?"

"This must be your first time, right? Your first time making love, and you gave it to your mother. Did you like it?"

"Yes, Mom, I feel so happy."

"Good son, then~~~ do you want to do it again?"

"Mom, you want more? This is incest!"

Mom asked casually, which surprised me again.

I felt like she was a siren thirsting for a man's essence, tempting her own son. Her full breasts pressed against my chest, and her nipples seemed to intentionally or unintentionally brush against mine, arousing the lust within me to burn fiercely once more.

Even though my body was already exhausted, when Mom's fingers touched me, it was like a spark igniting an unextinguished flame. Uncontrollable lust, like a sapling taking root and sprouting in the wind, made my still-erect penis become excited again inside Mom's vagina after I had just ejaculated.

I was truly taken aback. Even in the darkness, I could see the lustful expression on my mother's face and sense the intense, seductive passion in her voice.

Her movements were so provocative; her sexual desire was clearly incredibly strong, which I found hard to accept. Although I knew she had a daily masturbation habit, seeing my mother, who had always appeared so pure and innocent to me, suddenly reveal her wanton and seductive side still shocked me.

"Do you think I'm promiscuous and unfaithful? Or do you think my sex drive is too strong?"

My mother asked resentfully, blaming herself.

"It's all my fault! I shouldn't have made love to you!"

She seemed about to cry.

"No, Mom, the more promiscuous you are, the more I love you. The stronger your sex drive, the more I like it. It was me who wanted to make love to you, Mom. It's all my fault!"

I pleaded, trying to appease her without thinking.

"Hehehehe... You silly son, how could you say such a thing!"

I felt ashamed. Yes, how could I say such a thing to Mommy! "...So, Mommy will reward your honesty, and also punish your disrespect towards Mommy..."

Mommy whispered, turning over and pressing her little mouth to mine, her nimble tongue playfully teasing mine. Mommy's lower body and my lower body were still tightly intertwined, no, she had already begun to move up and down like waves.

She had already rewarded me, so how would she punish me? My heart was pounding.

"...Little Feng, Mommy's good son, Mommy will squeeze every drop of your semen dry, Mommy will make you never leave Mommy's little cunt for the rest of your life."

I was in a daze, Mommy's words were so lewd, I blurted them out without thinking.

"Mom, I love you so much..."

After ejaculating, I was already filled with guilt, my heart brimming with the sin of incest between mother and son. I never expected my mother to seduce me like this. Having tasted the pleasure of sex for the first time, I was truly addicted to that joy. Since I couldn't control the desire that was about to explode within me, how could I care about sin?

I only felt incredibly excited. In public, she was noble and elegant; at home, she was a virtuous wife and loving mother; in bed, she was a wanton and lustful woman. Who wouldn't want such a woman by their side, especially since she was also their mother with whom they had committed incest? That would be perfect.

My lust was uncontrollable. I played with my mother's soft, smooth, and firm breasts, my fingers tracing the peaks of her nipples, playing with her swollen, pearl-like nipples. This was incestuous and against my mother, but I didn't care at all.

My mother's vagina was still locked onto my penis, like a double-linked bar, connecting the irrefutable evidence of our incest, our bodies becoming an inseparable entity.

"Mom knows... I know what you're thinking... Mom has a secret to tell you..."

Panting, Mom whispered, nibbling at my ear.

"Hmm? What secret?"

I gasped, feeling the layers of fleshy folds inside Mom's vagina, sucking and gripping my penis. It felt amazing. I guessed this was what they called a "famous genital," but what should I name Mom? My first thought was "A Thousand Rings Encircling the Moon

. "

Her body was wet and slippery with sweat, so sweet, her genitals like a little mouth that sucked away my soul. I made a wish in my heart to make love with Mom forever.

"Mom is actually... a lesbian! Mom doesn't feel anything for men!"

"What? Mom, you're kidding! How is that possible? Are you serious?"

I was utterly shocked! My mom is a lesbian? "Hey, you silly son! You believe whatever your mother says? Who told you to have such bad intentions towards your mother?"

"Mom~~~!"

I was furious and thrust in and out a few times.

"Ahhhhh, no no no... ahhhh... Mom's pussy is going to be ruined by you..."

Mom's moans were like a huge wave, completely shattering the last dam of my moral reason. I wanted to have sex with her forever, I wanted to have sex with her until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled, I wanted to be with Mom, forever and ever, never to be separated. I fucked her with all my might.

"Mom, I want to make love to you every day, I want to fuck you every day!"

"Oh, ah, that's so wonderful... Mom loves you so much... From now on, Mom will make love to you every day... Let you fuck Mom's pussy every day... Fuck your own sister's cunt until it's pierced... Ahh... Ahhhhhh..."

In the dark bed, Mom blurted out this absurd promise to me. My heart surged with excitement, and I couldn't contain my joy. I used my penis to violate my mother's beautiful, lustful cunt, thrusting in and out again.

Mom's tender, red labia parted again and again, and the fishy, pungent love juice gushed out of her cunt from the edge of the fleshy crevice where her cunt and penis met, dripping onto my hot skin. The most primal desire in my blood was raging.

*Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!* *Smack!* "Mommy, I can't take it anymore!"

I don't know how many times I've ejaculated. I feel increasingly exhausted, my whole body is weak. Will I die from exhaustion? "...

Xiao Feng...let's do it again...just one more time..."

Mommy's uterus is already full of my semen, but she's still not satisfied, clinging to me, making me unable to stop, going soft and hard again. For my beloved Mommy, I bravely thrust in again.

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!* "Mommy, I really can't take it this time!"

My back aches so much, and my scrotum is even throbbing. Mommy, please spare your son! "…

Xiaofeng, don't stop…just one more time…really, just the last time…"

Mommy successfully aroused my desire once again. I really doubted how I could have such strong sexual ability. Logically, a man's libido should drop to its lowest point after ejaculation, but I was very surprised to find that my body was completely beyond the control of physiological laws. With just a little teasing from Mommy, I immediately became aroused again. *

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!* "Mommy, my legs are going weak!"

"…Ahhh, Xiaofeng, don't stop…you can do it…Mom begs you, just one more time…just one more time…"

I never imagined Mommy was so thirsty. Could I die beneath her thighs? This fear flashed through my mind, but Mommy's alluring body, her unrestrained demands, her so yearning for her own son's favor—how could I refuse? I don't know how many times I made love to Mommy, but during the last time, everything went black. I was probably about to die from exhaustion. I must have been a philandering wasp, endlessly contributing my virgin semen into Mommy's spider-like vagina. Before I passed out, this crazy thought resurfaced in my mind.

Strangely, while I was unconscious, I seemed to feel a faint, cold current flowing up my glans and urethral opening from Mommy's vagina. It melted like ice meeting fire once it reached my body. This feeling was fleeting; was it just my imagination? The long night passed, the storm finally subsided, and the bright sunlight lazily shone on the earth.

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