Why Not Embrace Mediocrity? Chapter Six

Chapter Six
From a young age, I've always considered myself a very outstanding person.
This outstandingness is the ordinary kind; after all,
how could a child with good looks, academic achievements, and a privileged family background not be arrogant? As a teenager, I excelled academically but was also unruly and rebellious, somewhat like Yang Guo (a character from a popular Chinese novel known for his unconventional and sometimes rebellious nature)
. I thought that was true cool—fighting, playing sports, drinking, bragging—good grades were a must,
but so was a spirit of boundless ambition. That greatly satisfied my vanity, made me feel
more prestigious, and more attractive to girls. And indeed, quite a few girls came knocking on my door.
However, being a bit hot-blooded in youth is inevitable. Gradually, I understood what a person's true value lies
in. It's not about blindly following traditional etiquette, but about possessing the qualities of a virtuous person—not stealing or robbing
. This is why I want to become a writer, not a businessman like my father whose soul has melted into society.
This might also be the reason my girlfriend is dissatisfied with me. Sadly, in front of my mother,
I was less than a gentleman, even less than a vicious beast. (Most animals instinctively avoid incest.) Desire is truly
the most poisonous thing that gnaws at the heart.
I was extremely depressed. I doubted the joy of mother-son bonding I had always longed for, felt
ashamed of my actions, and was filled with immense fear of myself.
My mother seemed pleased to see that I wasn't bothering him, but seeing my perpetually sullen expression, she immediately
became concerned.
Still on the sofa in the living room, the television foolishly answered its own questions, and on the coffee table lay a delicate, shy purple grape.
Mom asked me:
"Yingying, is something on your mind? Is there anything... anything you want to say to Mom... anything at all..."
Since I dropped out of school, my mental health had become my mother's top priority. She would do anything for me, making huge sacrifices both physically and mentally
—the meaning couldn't be clearer.
“It’s okay, I’m fine. Men have their days too, when they’re physically and mentally uncomfortable.”
I used to only say things like this to my dad.
“Yeah, I know. Everyone has their physiological cycles. Men have inexplicable periods of low mood. But…
I think you still have something on your mind.”
“Who doesn’t have worries? Even your little dog has worries.”
“Then tell Mom what’s on your mind. A dog tells its mother its worries.”
I couldn’t help but smile, but more than that, I was annoyed by her excessive concern. I said impatiently, “Don’t worry about
me, I’m perfectly fine.”
Mom held my hand, looking at me seriously: “Even though you’re all grown up now, even if you’re fifty,
I’ll still be your mother, and I’ll still worry about you. If it’s not something… inconvenient, just tell me. Is it
about your girlfriend?”
I chuckled, feeling even more troubled. I thought none of this had ever happened. I didn’t have such strong
desires to torment me, and Mom didn’t have any unresolved inner conflicts. But in my frustration, I gave up and turned
to her, pretending to be serious: "It's not about your girlfriend. It's about you, Mom. You say you make love with Dad, but
you won't do it with me. How can I not be annoyed?"
In the past, saying this would have only brought two things: a slap and Mom's unstoppable tears. But after
so many changes (some I arranged, some Dad brought), Mom's reaction was very different. She sat
there blankly, seemingly stunned by my words and unsure how to respond. Her words were meaningless:
"You... Yingying... how could you..."
I felt a pang of guilt and lowered my head, unable to look Mom in the eye. After a long silence, I heard Mom say softly, "Yingying,
please don't say things like that again, okay? I... I've told you, Mom has a strong sense of pride, and it hurts me to hear you say that."
She sighed and continued, "You are Mom's everything. I can't bear even the slightest mistake you make.
As long as you feel better, I'll do anything. If you're feeling... pent up, Mom will help you release it with her hand. Just don't
... go too far."
If it were before, I would have been overjoyed, but now my heart was in turmoil. I smiled bitterly, "Look at what you're saying, I
'm your everything, what is Dad?" I hoped Mom would say something like "I love you, Dad" to send me away.
Mom was taken aback, then gave a wry smile: "Why are you jealous of your dad?" Suddenly her face flushed. "Your dad and I are
husband and wife, it's only natural for us to have... to have a sex life. But we're mother and son, we can't do that. That's absolutely unacceptable.
At most... I'll use my hand to appease you."
I pulled down my pants, revealing my limp penis, and said, "Go ahead."
Mom actually reached out her hand, but her eyes immediately looked away.
I had absolutely no desire to vent. I grabbed Mom's hand to make her stop, moved my buttocks away a little, and said, "No need
, I... I'm not in the mood right now."
Mom looked puzzled, as if she wanted to ask me why I was in a bad mood, but she hesitated and couldn't bring herself to say it. Her
pride was too strong, and she was still very sensitive.
I put on my pants and said, "Mom, do you love Dad very much?"
Mom paused, then said, "Um...why would I be with him if I didn't love him?"
I said, "He's cheating on you, how can you still love him so much?"
Mom said, "This...it's hard to say...actually..."
I interrupted her, "Do you both have some kind of hardship?"
Mom looked up at me, smiling with relief, "Like you said, everyone has their own worries. And everyone has their own hardships,
right? Your dad has his own hardships too. Before, you were too young to know, so of course you wouldn't understand. Now, perhaps
...you can understand." Mom treats me like a son, but also like a close friend; she's confiding in me. I
don't know whether this change should be a source of distress or joy.
I asked, "What's troubling you? Let's talk about it."
Mom smiled again, truly a radiant beauty, her fair and rosy cheeks almost irresistible
, her two sparkling earrings highlighting her elegance. If only she weren't my mother, even if she were twenty years older than me...
Even at my age, I'll still marry her. Mom said, "Your dad's company isn't easy to run.
Even though he hasn't done anything illegal, you can't succeed in the most legitimate business without connections."
I replied, "Mom, I understand. Dad works very hard. Being a businessman and navigating society isn't easy."
Mom said, "Yes, your dad has had a tough time. He's had his failures, but thankfully he persevered. He
told me this... um..."
Mom was speechless. I asked, "What? Is it about his affair?"
"Well, sort of. When his business was really bad, he didn't know what to do. He said a very powerful
person could help him, but he had to hand over 10% of his profits. And... he also had to
date that powerful person's sister. He said that person's sister took a liking to him at a dinner..."
I thought to myself, "Just as I thought," and said to Mom, "Luckily, it was an ugly woman who took a liking to Dad. If it were an ugly man who took a liking to
you and made Dad hand you over, that would be terrible.
" Mom suddenly said seriously, "Do you know why I can forgive him for loving him so much?"
I said, "I don't know."
Mom said, "There was once a guy who took a liking to your mom. He told your dad that I... well... and then he'd give
your dad's company five big orders. Your dad was going through a tough time then, and those five big orders would have been a lifesaver. But your
dad refused. He refused his own chance to take off for me, and I... I felt really good about it. Although love is
hard to explain, I know I love your dad."
I laughed and said, "Maybe he was just lying to you, that it didn't really happen. He just told you to make you think he's so great
."
Mom smiled bitterly and said seriously, "No, your dad might have lied to me in other ways. But he didn't lie about this.
That guy contacted me privately, and I definitely refused him before contacting your dad. Lao Luo never intended to tell
me about this; I asked him, and that's why he told me. I... I felt really good about it.
" I asked, "So you mean, Dad lied to you about other things?"
Mom hummed in agreement, her body radiating sadness. I quickly pulled her close and hugged her tightly, without a trace of impure thought.
Mom looked up at me and smiled with relief, "You've grown up so much, you're so sensible, I'm content."
I said, "Yes, I know. How exactly did Dad lie to you?"
Mom rested her arms on her knees, her shoulders against my chest. Her tone was sorrowful, but she showed no
sign of tears: "Your mother isn't a fool. Some things... can't be hidden from me... but
even if I know, I can only pretend I didn't. Lao Luo has more than one woman outside. His claim that he only sleeps around for the sake of the family
is only half true. I don't want the family to break up, so I haven't confronted him. After all these years, even the best love has become
bland. Even if I were an angel, he wouldn't be interested. He's so tired, under so much pressure, maybe that
... would make things easier for him."
I was heartbroken. Although I knew my seemingly happy family wasn't actually harmonious, hearing my mother
say it with such sadness and helplessness was still incredibly painful.
I suddenly felt like I had lost my support. In this vast world, where is home? The family I used to rely on is now just
my lonely mother, and we're separated by a high wall, unable to see each other's backs.
I was afraid of losing my mother, so I hugged her tightly. She probably thought I was going to lose control again, so she twisted
and struggled, pushing me away with her hands. But seeing that I was just obediently hugging her, she felt at ease enjoying
the warmth her son brought and stopped refusing.
I said, "Mom, I don't want to lose you."
Mom said, "I don't want to lose you either. You're my everything now."
I said, "Mom, I couldn't control myself a few days ago. I was blinded by desire. Please don't blame me, okay?"
Mom touched my head and said, "It's not your fault. You're still young. Making a mistake is nothing. I don't ask you to be outstanding
; I just want you to live happily."
I let go of her, my heart filled with conflict. I lowered my head and said, "I know this is wrong. I understand... I'm not
an immature person. It's just that you're too... I like you too much... I couldn't help myself. I hate myself so much right now."
Mom panicked and quickly grabbed my hand: "Don't be like this, don't hate yourself. I understand all your feelings
. Don't blame yourself too much. You mustn't do anything foolish, understand?"
I was very surprised that Mom's attitude changed so quickly. She had initially wanted to die because I had forced myself on her,
and although she had gotten better, she still avoided me. Although she cares for and loves me, her attitude changed drastically when I felt remorse
, which wasn't entirely reasonable.
I said, "Mom, didn't you hate me back then? How come... how come you've changed so much?"
Mom panicked again, hurriedly pulling her hands back, unsure
where to put them. Mom sighed, calming herself, and said, "Back then... I... I was really embarrassed, really upset... but I
didn't know what to do. I looked it up online, and there are quite a few things like this. Your mom isn't a particularly ignorant or conservative
person; I've read quite a few outrageous articles in books. But I simply can't accept that kind of thing... There's
a lot of messy stuff online, but there's also a lot of useful information."
I hurriedly asked, "What? What?" I thought Mom must have read some pornographic novel, but that was impossible
.
Mom said, "About...about sex, and that...that is, incest. There's actually a lot of research on it . Most people say it's morally corrupt and punishable by heaven. But 　　there are also quite a few scholars who
are truly insightful and can look at these things objectively ..." 　　From what Mom said, it seemed she actually agreed. But women are sensitive about saving face, and I blushed and 　　couldn't continue. Even though I didn't have much desire right now, I was incredibly excited and impatient. 　　"Mom, please continue. I'm your son, we depend on each other for survival, what can't we talk about?" 　　Mom agreed, but turned her head away and whispered, "We've both read a lot of books, haven't we? Sometimes 　　I feel that the more you know, the less you realize you actually know, and the less you're bound by traditional morals."

Your mother is quite open-minded; otherwise, she wouldn't have let your father act that way. As for our situation, I've thought about it carefully. Actually
… I've known about this for a long time. Well… it's just… these kinds of things happen a lot, and people, because of those
moral concepts, are more…”
Mom stammered nervously, repeating the same things over and over. I interrupted, “Mom, just explain it simply. Don't
worry about anything.”
“Well, it's pretty much the same thing throughout history; there have been many such cases. It's not really scary, it's just that inbreeding
can lead to the inheritance of bad genes. Many people say that as long as it's not too extreme, it's not a big deal.”
I quickly agreed, “That's right, like Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu in *The Return of the Condor Heroes*. Back then, the master and disciple
couldn't marry, but many people felt that if they hid in a secluded paradise and weren't discovered,
it wouldn't have any negative impact on themselves or others.”
Mom nodded and said, “Yes, that's roughly the idea. But humans are social animals; it's impossible
not to be influenced by moral concepts.” "And... the relationship between a master and apprentice is completely different from that between a mother and son. Even now, I still ca n't
get over what happened between us. "
I suddenly felt lost.
Mom continued, "Later, I made an anonymous call to a very famous psychologist. She said that if
this happens, the physical impact is minor, but the emotional impact is major. I'm over forty; I can
handle any blow. She said we must pay close attention to the child's mental state, not let him go astray, and not let him be
too devastated to the point of feeling discouraged and thinking his mother doesn't love him. Yingying... Mom loves you, do you understand what I'm saying
?"
I was indeed a little disheartened, and nodded weakly, "Yes, I understand."
"Hmm. I've noticed you've been preoccupied these past few days, and... you haven't contacted me. I think it's because you've changed your perspective on our
situation, which is why... I'm telling you all this. Don't hate yourself, don't feel bad about yourself; this kind of thing
isn't that terrible. Let's be rational... don't let this ruin your lives." "
So, Mom told me all this because she was worried about me and saw I was down. I forced myself on her, then forced her to give up her self-
respect and masturbate me. Now I'm the victim comforting this wicked beast. With a mother like this, what more could I ask for? My father
isn't as great as I imagined. Although I only felt his greatness for a few days, his 'greatness'
made me feel like I didn't want to lose such a warm family—I didn't want to hurt my mother. And my mother's words
made me feel that although she loved my father, she loved me even more—she didn't want me to make any mistakes.
Perhaps, the seemingly excellent me and the seemingly happy her can only depend on each other.
I sat down and hugged Mom, saying, 'Mom, don't worry, I won't do anything stupid. I'll take good care of
myself for you.' Then I asked her for a kiss.
But Mom covered my mouth, her eyes pleading: 'Yingying, I... I still can't. As long as you're okay,
study hard, but... we can't. Do you understand?'" Suddenly, I felt I'd seen that poignant ,
sorrowful expression somewhere before. Then it dawned on me: it was
the expression on Xiaolongnu's face in the 1995 version of *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, when Yang Guo didn't understand Xiaolongnu's confession and she vomited blood and left. But the two
were completely different. A powerful desire to conquer and protect ignited within me. Was this love?
I didn't know, but in an instant, my desire returned.
I held Mom tightly. The dim light in the room seemed to accompany our breathing. Mom struggled slightly
, whispering, "No…we…"
Mom's hands blocked my advances, her right hand covering my mouth. I turned off the TV with the remote, then took
Mom's right hand, and without caring how many fingers there were, shoved them all into my mouth, licking and sucking them noisily. Mom was startled and tried to pull her hand away, but I held it firmly. Like a woman giving a man oral 　　sex
, I licked Mom's index and middle fingers in my mouth
. Soon, my penis was fully erect again.
I spat out Mom's hand, laughing, "It's quite salty, Mom." Mom blushed, glanced at me, then immediately lowered
her head, frowning and saying coquettishly, "Let go of me! If you want me to do it for you... I'll do it for you... Don't do this, it's
disgusting..."
I said, "What's disgusting about it? It's your hand, I'd even lick your vagina." I kissed her forehead
, continuing to kiss her.
Mom struggled violently, pushing me away, saying, "No!... Let go! What did I just say?!"
I looked into her eyes seriously and said, "What I said earlier... was pretty clear, wasn't it? Dad's like that, we're
each other's only family. It's okay if no one else knows." "
Mom seemed moved, her resistance softened. Seeing the perfect opportunity, I grabbed her shoulders, preparing for a
long, passionate kiss (I'd never kissed Mom before, and I hadn't really thought about it, but now the desire to kiss was even greater than
the desire to have sex). Suddenly, Mom broke free and stood up. She took a few steps back, her left hand clutching her right,
looking uneasy: 'Yingying, if you're uncomfortable… I'll help you get it out with my hand now… nothing else will work.'
I hadn't expected Mom to still be considering 'serving' me at this point; before, she would have already stormed off. It seems
I was too hasty; you have to take things one step at a time.
I quickly stripped myself naked, my erect penis pointing directly at Mom, and proudly flicked it a couple of times, saying, 'Mom,
how about it? Who do you think is bigger, Dad or me?'
Mom glanced at it and immediately turned her head away, becoming very angry after hearing my words: 'You… don't say that! You
're insulting your mother!' " "I quickly apologized.
Although Mom was angry, she walked towards me with her back to me, her right hand reaching out to find my penis, saying, 'Hurry
up...get it out...I still need to buy groceries.' I positioned my erect penis for Mom to touch. Her hand trembled
slightly, then she grasped the shaft and began to stroke it. Her hand was very hot, and it seemed to have my saliva on it.
Suddenly, I remembered something, took two steps back, and my penis left Mom's gentle hand. Mom turned around,
looking at me with confusion, but only daring to look at my upper body, her face flushed, uneasy, and at a loss.
I smiled and said, 'Mom, have you forgotten something?'
Mom said, 'What...forgot what?'"
I stroked my penis a couple of times and said, "You forgot I can't ejaculate like this. At least you need to take off your shirt so I can touch your breasts
."
Mom pouted, her eyes seeming to see right through me: "Hmph, trying to fool me? Don't try to take advantage. I can definitely
get you to ejaculate. Do it if you want, or... don't do it."
I sighed and said, "Then you do it. I'll take a nap and see how it goes tomorrow."
Mom smiled, seemingly laughing at my lie, yet also seemingly full of confidence. She turned around again (the
standard masturbation position), took my penis, and began stroking it very quickly.
I quickly grabbed her hand and yelled for her to stop. At this rate, I'd ejaculate in less than three minutes, which wasn't satisfying at all. I
shouted, "People are rushing me, Mom, you're rushing me to ejaculate! Aren't you afraid of peeling my skin off?"
Mom hummed in agreement and slowed down. I reached out and touched her large breasts, kneading them a few times. Seeing that she didn't resist
, I whispered in her ear, "Mom, I want to go inside and touch, otherwise, I really won't be able to get out."
Mom paused, seemingly hesitant. I quickly said, "I'll be good, Mom, don't worry."
She released my penis and reached back to unhook her bra. I quickly grabbed her hand and said, "No need, no need, Mom, I'll help
you unhook it." Then I reached inside her coat and couldn't help but squeeze her small waist a few times. Her waist was very slender, with only a little bit of
flesh, soft. Sigh, I really wanted to hold that waist and ride her from behind, thrusting hard. Mom grabbed my wrist
and whispered, "Don't mess around...it tickles..."
My heart was pounding, and I trembled as I unhooked Mom's bra. Mom tried to pull her hand back into her sleeve to take the bra out. I said
, "Mom, take your clothes off first, it's too much trouble." Mom turned around and gave me a wary look, her face flushed red, and said
, "Don't do anything rash..." Then she pulled on her sweater and took off her top. Instantly, a blindingly pure and beautiful scene appeared before my eyes
. Her smooth, white back flowed into my eyes like the most mellow and gentle stream, and her pink bra hung limply
on her delicate shoulders, as if expecting my ravaging. Overwhelmed with excitement, I hugged Mom from behind,
grasping her two juicy breasts and kneading them vigorously, panting as I said, "Mom, I love you, I love you so much."
Mom didn't resist; she only shifted her hips slightly to avoid my throbbing erection. She patted my
thigh with her right hand and stroked my cheek with her left, saying, "Good boy, Mom loves you too. We can't do that…
let's just… stay like this…"
Mom and I now shared a thin line. She desperately held onto her last shred of boundaries. She would let me masturbate her,
let me touch her entire body, but she absolutely couldn't do anything morally reprehensible. Driven by pride and shame, she dared not look at me, especially
not at my penis. I said, "Mom, can you turn around? It's uncomfortable for me to keep turning my back to you.
I want… I want to suck on your breasts. "
Mom gave a very soft "Mmm," turned around, and instead of looking into my eyes, she lowered her head to look at my
penis—the thing she shouldn't have seen—her face blushing adorably. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, what are you looking at?"
Mom didn't answer, but reached out and let me masturbate. My penis was secreting a lot of fluid, which I would usually wipe away during masturbation,
but now it felt strangely pleasurable. I bent down and began to suckle one of her breasts. The snow-white flesh was covered in my saliva
; the breasts were soft and large. The books' descriptions of them smelling sweet were false; a slight sweaty smell was definitely true. I
pinched both nipples at the same time, and Mom trembled, panting, "Don't do that... I'll run out of strength..."
Last time, Mom and I masturbated in the bathroom and reached orgasm simultaneously. This time, I suddenly wanted to see who would come first
. But she was wearing pants, so I figured she wouldn't let me penetrate her. I had an idea and said,
"Mom, you're so beautiful."
Mom smiled; she really was beautiful. She looked at my penis as I continued to masturbate and said, "Son, you're quite beautiful too. Quite
handsome." I didn't know if she meant I was handsome or my penis was.
“I want to see you in a dress, Mom. You look the best in a dress.”
“Why would I wear a dress?”
“You look good in a dress.”
“Changing clothes is such a hassle, let’s get you ready quickly. I still have to buy groceries!”
“No trouble at all! It’s just changing clothes, I won’t soften!”
“Go to hell! Hmm, but Mom only wears dresses, then you might…”
I knew she meant I wouldn’t be able to touch her breasts, but that wasn’t the point. I quickly said, “It’s okay
, it’s okay, I just want to see Mom in a dress. You look so beautiful!”
Mom reluctantly agreed, then walked into the bedroom with her large breasts. She was about to lock the door, but I immediately
urged her impatiently, “Why lock the door! Don’t you trust your son? I’m standing right here!”
Mom glanced at me, and said worriedly, “Don’t peek…” then went inside.
How could I not peek! I peeked through the door and saw Mom enter the room. Instead of looking for clothes, she immediately took off
her pants—the moment that fabric was peeled away, revealing her perfectly round buttocks and full thighs,
was more than enough for three female models to have a 4P with. Mom opened the wardrobe, fiddled with the clothes, and suddenly squatted down, seemingly after seeing something. Her buttocks looked even bigger
! Thin panties only covered a third of her white flesh; the other two-thirds of her ample bosom reflected the blinding light
, and her knees squeezed her breasts until they overflowed—the most delicious pastries.
I couldn't resist any longer. I pushed open the door, rushed in, and grabbed Mom from behind, throwing her onto the bed. Mom gasped. I
cupped her face and kissed her hard on the lips. She actually responded with her tongue!
But heaven only lasted a few seconds. Mom pushed me away forcefully, propped herself up on the bed, and said in a panic, "No
…no!…"
I didn't care. I pounced on her, pinning her down, but after a struggle, it wasn't very effective. Seeing that Mom's
resistance was utterly resolute, I harbored wicked thoughts and turned my attention to her genitals. I held Mom's breasts, ignoring her pounding and pleading, and
laboriously pulled down her panties with my right hand. But I didn't want to force myself on her; instead, I lowered myself and buried my face in the grass. I
wanted to taste Mom's vagina.
I spread Mom's legs apart with both hands, ignoring her cries of "No, no! We can't do that!" Mom suddenly
struggled to sit up and pushed my head away. I held her waist and pushed her back down onto the bed, my head completely pressed against hers.
Her lower body—the softness of her vaginal muscles, the messy pubic hair, the faint scent of musk.
I gently touched the entrance with my tongue, and Mom trembled, panting softly, "Son...don't
...I...I can't hold back..."
I looked up and said, "It's good you can't hold back, don't hold back." I lowered my head and licked it again.
To be honest, I really hate giving women oral sex; I'd never done it for my girlfriend before. Although it's considered a sacred
place, it's still a place to urinate, and who wants to lick urine? That musk smell is unbearable.
But Mom's musk smell was very faint; in her arousal, she treated her vagina like the Qiantang River. I held my breath, and with a surge of courage, I inserted my tongue
completely into the entrance, pushing it in with all my might. Mom screamed, her legs clamping tightly around my head, babbling incoherently
about you, me, and him. Her buttocks arched, and I seized the opportunity to grab her buttocks, kneading them
a few times—plump and slippery.
My mother's juices flowed incessantly, her vaginal muscles undulating as if kissing me. I
desperately probed inside with my tongue, swirling it up and down. My hands vigorously kneaded her beautiful buttocks, and after a while, I freed my right hand to pinch
and rub her clitoris. My mother's reaction intensified; she gripped the sheets tightly and pounded the bed, crying out,
"Good son... ah... I... can't take it..."
I became even more excited, my tongue aggressively invading every inch of her vagina, while my hands, of course, were not idle either,
rubbing her clitoris until it grew larger and larger. Suddenly, a gush of fluid spurted out, and my mother gritted her teeth and cried out, her
whole body trembling. I quickly inserted two fingers into my right hand and thrust them in and out rapidly. My mother's buttocks arched again, and she finally cried out loud
. A dozen seconds later, the trembling turned into weakness, and her buttocks fell back onto the bed, unresponsive to my thrusting
.
I climbed up to Mom and said, "Mom, is it good?" Mom squinted at me and said, "You...you little rascal...don't
do that to me anymore..."
I chuckled and played with her soft breasts, saying, "You're so happy you can't even talk. I didn't know you were
so sensitive, Mom. Now it's my turn. I'll try to make you orgasm again."
I held my already rock-hard penis and moved it towards her vagina, teasing her with the glans like an adult film actor.
Mom trembled slightly, her eyes glazed. I said, "Mom, I'm going in." I gently inserted the glans; her vagina was hot and tight
, making me shudder. I wanted to stay inside forever.
Then, just as I was about to thrust in fully, Mom suddenly snapped back and backed away quite a distance.
Mom sat on the bed, her large breasts prominently displayed, and pleaded, "Let's not do this. Really. We
can't... absolutely not!"
My anger surged; the duck that was about to be eaten had flown away, and my body felt like a taut bowstring, unbearably aching. I pointed
at my penis and said, "How can that be! I can't take it anymore! Anyway, there's no one home, Mom, please don't refuse me!"
After saying that, I climbed onto the bed, intending to force myself on her. Unexpectedly, Mom panicked, crawling over like a bitch, grabbing my penis
and putting it in her mouth, her left hand gently patting my buttocks to calm my agitated emotions.
My heart trembled; I clenched my teeth, but cold air still escaped from between them. Mom swallowed half of my penis
, her lips tightly gripping the shaft, her tongue skillfully teasing the glans. In comparison, Mom
's oral skills were far superior to mine.
Mom knelt beneath me, her right hand on the bed, her left hand on my buttocks, which were slightly raised, her large, white
breasts bouncing rhythmically with her movements. Yet, there was no hint of lewdness about her.
She moved her mouth very slowly, as if trying to feel every vein on my penis, but I could clearly
feel the delicate skin of her lips. Mom looked up at me, her eyes full of love, and gently massaged my buttocks with her left hand
, a tender touch. She probed my glans with her tongue, and I couldn't help but cry out, saying emotionally,
"Mom...you..."
Mom smiled, released my penis, straightened up, and reached behind her head to tidy her slightly disheveled hair,
fully exposing her large breasts. Mom said, "Yingying, don't be impulsive. Mom...I'm doing this for you...so you won't
think about anything else. We can't do that...understand?"
I said I understood; I was already extremely satisfied with everything. I pounced on Mom and hugged her breast, her perky nipples smiling
in welcome. Mom gently pushed me away, saying, "It's getting late, let Mom do it." She bent down again,
sticking out her buttocks, swaying her large breasts as she took my penis into her mouth.
I leaned down to touch her breasts, rubbing her nipples. Mom became aroused again, her breathing becoming heavy, her hot breath
blowing onto my lower abdomen. I was incredibly aroused, thrusting my penis forward, kneading her breasts, saying, "Mom, this feels so good,
you're so good at oral sex."
Mom couldn't speak, only making a few muffled responses, diligently licking. I said, "Mom, I want to fuck you."
Mom spat out my penis, saying, "No, I'll get it out for you. Don't think about it." She bent down again, her right
hand gripping my penis and quickly stroking it, her tongue swirling around the glans. I let out a soft moan of pleasure, reaching out to grab
her breasts and kneading them vigorously, regardless of whether Mom was in pain.
My penis was covered in saliva, and Mom was stroking it rapidly. The head of my penis was incredibly sensitive from her licking, and I felt like I was about to climax.
Suddenly, Mom forcefully thrust her tongue into the head of my penis, and I involuntarily pulled back. Her mouth followed, sucking on the head of my penis
and desperately drawing it back. I yelled, "Mom! That feels so good! I'm coming! Take it all in!" As I said this, I pulled her head
directly towards me, and my penis shoved into her throat, ejaculating all of it into her mouth. Mom made muffled noises, squeezing
my buttocks hard, seemingly in revenge but only increasing my pleasure.
After the climax, I collapsed weakly onto the bed, holding Mom in my arms. She kept vomiting, spitting semen and
saliva onto me, the bed, and even her own legs. I said, "Mom, I'm sorry... I got so excited I
didn't care about you."
Mom sat up, wiping the semen from her mouth, and said, "It's okay... I'm glad you're okay... but let me tell you, this
is the maximum. We really can't have real sex... understand?"
I said, "Okay, Mom, it's up to you. You can still give me oral sex from now on, it feels so good."
Mom got up and ran to the bathroom, leaving behind a sentence that lingered in the air: "We'll talk about the future later." I couldn't help but laugh. Yes. We'll talk about the future later. You say we can't have sex, but who can say 　　for sure what
the future holds 　　? Mom swayed her big white buttocks and disappeared into the living room, while I disappeared into my own desires.

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