[Mother and child in the night cabinet]

(1)
My uncle had a stomach hemorrhage and needed to be hospitalized for a while.
Since there was no one available to work the night shift at the counter, my mother had to take over herself. I drove my mother there at 11 pm, and after she finished handing over her duties to Aunt Zhen on the short night shift, I gave Aunt Zhen
a ride home. The next morning, my mother took a taxi arranged by the hotel to go home.
Four years ago, I was fortunate enough to be adopted as Aunt
Zhen's godson. That day, before anyone had even spoken, my mother beamed and said, "Call me 'godmother' a few times so I can hear it!" Having always called Aunt Zhen "godmother," it felt
strange to call her that. From that day on, I became the only son of Aunt Zhen and my mother. Aunt Zhen lived
next door to me. It was very convenient to pass things like cornstarch, soy sauce, and vinegar back and forth from the back balcony.
After working two nights, school started its summer vacation. My mother said that I had spent several nights working at the counter with my uncle and had some experience
, so she asked me to help her.
Our small hotel used to have a madam serving tea and drinks on the night shift. The day before yesterday, her daughter gave birth
, and she had to take leave to care for her. My mom worked two nights on her own, and since it was my summer vacation, she was forced to work as a madam
. To be honest, working the night shift at a small hotel was somewhat fun when I was with my uncle, but doing it alone was completely uninteresting
.
After the shift change, my mom, as usual, asked Aunt Zhen if there were any unusual guests. Aunt Zhen said ambiguously, "
A strange mother and son are staying in room 303. They went out for a late-night snack around 11 PM, and I told them they'd be back by 1:30 PM at the latest."
My mom asked, "How strange?"
Aunt Zhen looked at me, a smile in her eyes, and pulled my mom to the counter, speaking in a low voice. In the quiet of the night,
I vaguely heard a few words: "...two single beds...but they're sleeping in one...I passed by...and heard...so loud
...making love...so loud..."
Aunt Zhen gestured wildly, and I saw my mom's fair cheeks turn bright red, and she kept glancing at me. Seeing Aunt Zhen's
expression, I couldn't help but laugh. Leaving aside our two-year affair, a few nights ago,
when I drove her home late at night, she straddled me with her legs wide open, naked, and vigorously sucked my penis, making my mother's car
wobble. Now she was talking about "making love...so loudly..." but acting mysterious, afraid I'd hear.
Not long after Aunt Zhen left, the automatic door dinged, and a man and a woman entered, going straight to the counter to get
the key to room 303. I noticed the woman had light makeup and a cheerful expression. She was a bit older than my mother, slender, and good-looking
, though not as pretty as my mother. The boy looked only a few years older than me, but much taller
.
My mother and I watched them walk into the elevator simultaneously.
I asked my mother, "Is Aunt Zhen talking about...?"
I winked at her, and she nodded, her cheeks flushing again.
Mom turned to look at the elevator stopped on the third floor, sighed, and said enviously, "Sigh~ They look
so happy~"
I took Mom's hand, "Mom~ We're so happy too~"
Mom turned around, patted my hand, and sighed again, "Sigh~ If you listen to Mom more and worry less,
we'll be happy."
After a while, the district police officer came to do his routine. After looking at the passenger register, he chatted for a few minutes, drank some tea, and left
.
I asked Mom in a low voice, "What did Aunt Zhen say?"
Mom blushed and said, "Sometimes Aunt Zhen's words are hard to understand, and I don't understand what she said either."
"Then why are you blushing? I don't believe you! Tell me~ It's been so boring all night,
Mom!" I pulled and tugged at Mom's arm.
Mom slapped my hand away. "Stop fooling around, go play the movie."
I turned on the DVD player and asked, "Should we play them in order?"
Mom said, "I'll do it." Her fingers tapped the keyboard, and the movie titles in the box on the screen kept scrolling down... "This
one... this one... and... this one... these three foreign movies are on channel 13."
I looked at them; two were European films with captions: incest between mother and son, Chinese subtitles. They were even
two-part films with a plot. The other one was an American family incest film. I couldn't help but glance at Mom.
Mom blushed and said, "Why are you watching this routine!" She went back to typing to select channel 15. I looked closely
; among the three Japanese films, two were also incest between mother and son. I thought, "Does Mom think the family in room 303 is so
happy, and she's going to help them tonight?"
I asked very quietly, "Mom, is that what Aunt Zhen was talking about?" I pointed to the DVD player.
Mom nodded.
I whispered even softer, "Mom~ what exactly did Aunt Zhen say~" Afraid she couldn't hear me, I put my arm around her shoulder and my mouth
was almost touching her ear.
Mom pulled away slightly and whispered, "You're still young, it's inappropriate to tell you those things."
"Mom~ I may be young, but our family runs a hotel, what kind of messy things hasn't your son seen
?" I continued, "I've seen those kinds of videos to death, I've practically never heard of them in person,
how is it inappropriate to talk about such things? Dear Mom, please satisfy your son's curiosity, please!"
Mom turned her head and glared at me, "These are for the guests to see, and you, you little devil, are showing them to them too!"
I said, "Mom~ almost every classmate of mine has seen these kinds of DVDs, don't make a fuss. I
'll make you a cup of coffee, and you can eat some cookies while I tell you what Aunt Zhen said." "
Mom took a sip of coffee, stood up, peeked at the stairwell, closed the counter, and said in a low voice, "Ah
Zhen said that room 303 is a room with two single beds, but that mother and son only used one bed. The other bed was clean,
and the blanket wasn't even pulled up. She saw it when she went to deliver tea around 10 o'clock."
Mom paused for a while, her slender thumb and forefinger sliding up and down the curved handle of the cup, and then she continued
, "Ah Zhen was delivering tea to room 306 around 9 o'clock when she passed by room 303 and heard...heard a woman...
a woman moaning..." Mom stopped again, her face flushed, and picked up her cup to drink her coffee.
"And then? And then?" I grabbed Mom's hand.
Mom put down the cup, her face as red as the evening glow, her voice barely audible: "Ah Zhen said that at the time, channels 13 and 15 weren't showing any
movies, and there were only the mother and son in room 303. Therefore, the moaning coming from room 303
must have been the mother."
I let out a sigh of relief, slumped in my chair, and murmured, "It really happens...it really does
..."
My mother also sighed softly and said, "Anything strange can happen in this world.
Not only does it really happen, but it happens quite often around us; we just don't know it!"
I sensed a hidden meaning in her words, so I sat up and asked, "Mom, you seem to know other stories. Tell
me about them!"
My mother didn't answer. She absentmindedly ate a small pastry in her left hand, while her right hand made strange movements.
Her long index finger moved in and out of the oval handle of the coffee cup. A blush crept onto her pale cheeks.
I called softly, "Mom...Mom..."
My mother stared blankly, seemingly lost in thought, as if she hadn't heard me.
I called out again, "Mom~"
Mom was startled and turned to ask me, "What time is it?"
I looked back at the clock: "Two o'clock."
Mom stood up: "You watch, I'll go check."
I tugged at her skirt: "Mom~ you still have other stories to tell!"
Mom patted my hand: "Take care of business first, I'll tell you when I get back, okay~" She took the flashlight, opened the counter
door, and went into the elevator.
After Mom left, I drank coffee alone, my mind filled with the image of my mother in room 303. Aunt Zhen's breasts
were so big, her vulva plump with dark, shiny pubic hair. My mother's breasts didn't seem small either, perhaps even bigger. I wondered what her vulva looked
like. I had accidentally seen my mother's breasts and vulva once before. Her breasts were a size smaller than Aunt Zhen's
, but firmer. Her vulva was also covered in dark, shiny pubic hair, but I couldn't see anything else clearly.
It's funny, we own a hotel, and the first time I had sex with Aunt Zhen was also in a hotel, someone else's hotel. Looking back now
, the way the two of them looked when they went in probably resembled the mother and son in room 303.
During my first winter break in college, one night, my mother and Aunt Zhen went to a class reunion. My mother called and asked me to take a taxi to
a hotel near our home to pick up Aunt Zhen. When we arrived at the hotel, my mother said that she was the organizer and couldn't leave, so Aunt Zhen, who was drunk,
would drive my mother's car to take her home first.
I asked, "Why is that?"
My mother said sternly, "How can a divorced woman feel good seeing most of her old classmates happy and fulfilled!"
The car reeked of alcohol, and Aunt Zhen, in her drunken state, said it was so hot! She asked me to turn on the air conditioning. It was winter then, and
after a short while, Aunt Zhen said she was cold again and asked me to hug her. I said, "No! I'm driving." Aunt Zhen mumbled a few
words and seemed to fall asleep again.
As we neared home, she suddenly woke up, her voice choked with emotion, and said, "It's so quiet and deserted at home. Aunt Zhen has a headache and
wants to take a nap somewhere else. Could you find a quiet hotel and go in with Aunt Zhen?"
I drove to a neighboring city and found a hotel. After helping her into the room, Aunt Zhen, perhaps still drunk
, started rambling incoherently, saying her arms and legs were weak and sore, and asking me to help her undress and take a bath.
Seeing Aunt Zhen's snow-white, voluptuous body for the first time almost made my nose bleed. When I took off her black panties, Aunt Zhen
twisted her body and let out a soft moan. The small panties were soaking wet. I rolled them up to her knees, and Aunt Zhen let out
another soft moan, raised her legs, and pulled them down herself.
Holding the pair of wet panties, Aunt Zhen said, "These sticky panties are so uncomfortable.
I wanted to take them off on the bus, but it's all those gossipy old women's fault that I'm so soaking wet!"
I asked softly, "How did they do this to you?"
Aunt Zhen gave a bitter smile, "Little devil, you know what? When women get together, besides their children, they love
to tell dirty jokes. And they're just as entertaining as men, especially those gossipy
old women who brag about how happy and fulfilling their families are."
Aunt Zhen waved the wet panties in her hand, her face flushed, "Those gossipy old women, they were telling nothing but erotic jokes
, and it made Aunt Zhen...it made me wet down there!"
Between her two round, snow-white thighs, her pink labia were slightly parted, looking wet, with glossy black pubic hair
and wet patches covering her snow-white, high mons pubis. The black and white contrast shimmered under the light, and I wanted to
touch them but didn't dare, just staring blankly and swallowing hard.
Aunt Zhen stroked my head, her voice soft and sweet: "Did you see that it's still leaking?" She spread her legs wider
, revealing a small pink opening, and sure enough, slightly transparent fluid was flowing out.
I nodded, wanting to say yes, but my mouth was dry and I couldn't speak. Just as I was staring wide-eyed and swallowing, Aunt Zhen
said sweetly, "It's so cold, take off your clothes too, come up and hug Aunt Zhen to warm up."
I quickly stripped naked, and Aunt Zhen, without me noticing, had also taken off her top and bra, lying naked on
the bed, smiling as she stared at my crotch. Lifting the covers, a sweet voice beckoned to me: "Come on up~"
Aunt Zhen, her body smooth and soft, nestled in the blankets, her two bouncing breasts swaying gently. She stared into my eyes, grinning,
and said, "Son~ Your Aunt Zhen's two breasts have never nursed a baby before. Why don't you try suckling them and let
Aunt Zhen taste the deliciousness of breastfeeding a child?"
I gently grasped her large, firm, and elastic breasts, squeezing and playing with them for a few moments. Her nipples hardened
, their color deepening, as if about to burst forth with milk. I quickly lowered
my head and took the one in my right hand into my mouth. Aunt Zhen softly moaned, "Ah~ Son, suckle Mommy's breasts~" pressing my head down.
A faint, tasteless liquid seeped onto my tongue. I pressed my tongue against the erect nipple and sucked hard.
Aunt Zhen groaned again, "Ah~ Son, suck harder~ harder~" The liquid almost instantly filled my mouth
.
Aunt Zhen stroked my head, her eyes closed, murmuring in her sleep, "...I've heard people say that when a baby suckles, the mother feels
pleasure...and even becomes wet...it's true...feel it...does it...?" She grabbed my hand and pulled
it down to my groin.
Aunt Zhen's labia felt plump and tender, filled with slippery fluid. I whispered, "Really,
so much fluid~"
Her body trembled, "...Will kissing Aunt Zhen...?" She hugged me tightly, her small red mouth slightly
open. I saw her pink tongue peeking out, so tempting. I thought to myself, "Your godson can kiss in the third year of junior high, so I'll
imitate those porn movies," and stick out my tongue, licking and swirling it around her two red, moist lips a few times, touching her pink tongue tip, and
then kissing her deeply. Aunt Zhen spoke softly and sweetly, and when she kissed me, her tongue teased and swirled in my mouth, so agile...
Very.
The two kissed so passionately they could barely breathe, only able to gasp through their nostrils. Aunt Zhen must have heard too many erotic jokes;
her passion was fiery. As I touched her vulva with my fingers, she arched her back and rubbed it against me. Her hands were also burning as she grabbed my penis,
stroking and kneading it. Having my penis held and played with by her delicate hands was several times more pleasurable than masturbating myself.
Aunt Zhen released my lips, her voice trembling: "Touch me from the outside, don't put your fingers in. If you want to insert, use
this big meat stick of yours... Come on~" She grabbed my penis, rubbed it between her wet labia a few times, and then pressed it against
the entrance of her vulva. I shivered.
"Come on!" I felt the tip of my penis sinking into a small, muddy pit, my whole body practically steaming. I tried
the most intense position from porn, thrusting downwards!
Aunt Zhen cried out softly, "Ah! Gently!"
The water was so plentiful and slippery, and Aunt Zhen's positioning was perfect. With a "squeak!" the head
and neck of my penis slid into Aunt Zhen's little fleshy hole.
Aunt Zhen slapped my buttocks and muttered, "You bastard! So rough!" After the slap and scolding, she hugged
my buttocks again: "Go in again, don't leave a single strand out."
I thought, "That's easy!" I wiggled my buttocks a few times, and my hard penis gently and softly slid
into Aunt Zhen's little pussy, tightly inserted, not a single strand left outside.
I deliberately led Aunt Zhen's hand to her pussy: "Feel it, not a single strand left outside."
Aunt Zhen pulled my head down, "Good~ good~ Can you gently thrust in and out? Suck on the other side, see if there's any
milk."
Her mouth gently sucked on her nipple, while her penis thrust forcefully into her little pussy. After hundreds of thrusts, Aunt Zhen
groaned loudly and screamed from below. I braced myself on the bed, panting, and thrust dozens more times,
my penis pounding into her vagina, hot semen gushing deep inside.
Once, I wanted to go to her house, so I slipped inside, but was kicked out. Then she told me to wait for
her at a certain hotel. I couldn't understand why she, living alone, wouldn't let us have sex at her house, but instead wanted us
to meet outside? Later, I discovered the secret.
(2)
Just as I was lost in thought, a car honked its horn and drove past outside, startling me! I looked at
the clock; it was 2:30. Why hadn't Mom come down yet? I hoped nothing bad had happened to her! I thought for a moment and decided to go upstairs
to check.
I found a flashlight under the counter and saw the elevator was on the third floor. I thought it best to take the stairs if I wanted to find someone.
I searched the second-floor corridor, but it was silent. I didn't see a single person. Only the third floor remained. As soon as I reached the third floor, I
saw a familiar figure in front of room 303, pressed against the door under the dim corridor light, seemingly doing something.
I stood at the top of the stairs for a while and then realized what my mother was up to. She must be playing
a game of listening to what was happening inside while enjoying a buffet.
My father had been abducted by the hotel accountant, and my mother had been alone for three years. "Sigh," I sighed inwardly
, thinking of Aunt Zhen, who was getting divorced, and the mother and son in room 303, and unconsciously walked towards my mother.
As I got closer, I could see my mother standing with her legs spread apart, leaning against the door, one hand reaching under her skirt between her legs and fiddling with it,
the other hand reaching into her breasts and caressing them. My mother probably sensed someone approaching out of the corner of her eye, and immediately stopped all her movements, bending
down to pick up a flashlight from the floor. A blinding beam of light pierced my eyes.
I couldn't open my eyes, so I quickly put my index finger to my lips, a
gesture of "Shh—it's your son, don't panic, be quiet!"
Mom grabbed my hand, and the two of us tiptoed downstairs in our family-owned hotel. We didn't even
dare take the elevator!
Reaching the counter, Mom closed the door, her face flushed, and whispered, "I told you to watch the counter,
what were you doing upstairs?"
I looked at my sticky, wet wrists and stammered, "You...you were gone for ages, I...I
was worried about Mom...that's why I went to find you..."
I swiped some water from my wrists, sniffed it, and held it to Mom's nose, grinning, "Mom~
the stuff on your hands smells really nice, smell it!"
Mom's face flushed crimson, like a peach blossom, and she slapped my hand away, "You're so annoying~"
I thought to myself, Mom's probably angry that I ruined her climax just as she was about to have it. I thought of Aunt Zhen, who was getting divorced,
the mother and son in room 303, and now Mom, alone in her empty room for three years, feasting on a buffet. Forcing myself
to act silly, I said, "Mom~ the things you did in front of room 303 were really amazing! I think you might
even win an adult film award!"
Mom smiled and said, "Nonsense!"
Seeing the atmosphere ease a bit, I whispered, "Mom~ actually, you don't need to listen to other mothers and sons having sex. You can have your own
buffet, there's something ready right next to you..."
Mom's eyes widened, "Ready for what?"
I saw her eyes shining brightly, and I was a little scared, so I lowered my head. "No...nothing."
A hot, fragrant breath wafted across my face. My mother leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Do you want
Mommy to act like that mother and son in room 303?"
My heart was pounding in my chest. I whispered, "That must be
even happier than Mommy eating
at a buffet. Didn't you see the mother's joyful expression?" 　　Mom sighed softly. "It's 3:30 . Go close 　　the iron gate. I'll get ready and meet 　　you in the rest room. "
********** ... 　　When Mom came in carrying her large purse, she said softly, "Just turn on the bathroom lamp and one of the bedside lamps; turn everything else off 　　." 　　I gently pulled her onto the bed. Mom dropped her purse and waved her hand dismissively, "Don't rush! Mom's going to take a shower first, 　　I'll be done soon." 　　I grinned and said, "Mommy~ since you're here, your son wants the full range of mother-son sex, including intercourse 　　, lovemaking, and of course... a shared bath. We'll take a bath together later~"

"Don't rush!" I mustered my courage and gently stroked my mother's high breasts.
My mother's body trembled slightly, her fair cheeks flushed red, and her eyes were watery as she lay softly on the bed,
saying softly, "Turn off the lights~ Turn off the lights~"
I felt a little shy about going to bed with my mother. So I reached out and turned off all the lights in the room
(3).
Actually, even without the lights on, if the TV is on, the brightness of the screen can clearly show many things. My mother
lay on the bed with her eyes closed. I could only hear the voices of men and women on TV 13 and the faint sound of air conditioning blowing in the vents.
I stared at my mother, kneeling beside her, not knowing what to do next. I secretly called out in my heart:
"Mom... Mom... Help! What should I do!"
After what felt like a hundred years, I saw my mother's eyes open slightly, her face flushed, and she
pulled me onto her. Holding me close, she whispered, "Haven't you seen all those kinds of movies on Channel 13? Come on...
teach Mommy how to do it... Mommy..."
Before she could finish, I pressed my breath against her lips and kissed her passionately. I began gently
undressing her, unbuttoning a few buttons, and I vaguely sensed that Mommy wasn't wearing a bra. As I unbuttoned her clothes, two snow-white
breasts were exposed before my eyes; indeed, she wasn't wearing a bra. I didn't dare ask, and continued to remove Mommy's skirt.
Mommy sucked on my tongue, "Hmm! Hmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Raising her hips, I pulled down her skirt and discovered that
Mommy was completely naked underneath, wearing nothing at all. Unable to hold back any longer, I pulled away from my mother's lips and whispered
, "Mommy...Mommy...where did your bra and panties go?"
My mother blushed and said, "They were taken off by that mother and son in room 303..."
I was shocked. "Ah! They...they took them off!"
My mother smiled and patted my cheek. "Silly son, your bra and panties were in your purse.
When I was eating at the buffet on the third floor...I...don't say anymore...come on..."
I quickly pulled down my panties, grabbed my penis, and shamelessly thrust it against my mother's nipple. "Mom...look...
the big thing you gave birth to..."
My mother looked down, grabbed it, and exclaimed in surprise, saying how big it had grown! She even said
it was thicker than the flashlight on the counter.
I shamelessly shook my large, meaty penis even more: "Mom...you've been eating at the buffet on the third floor for ages, how about
trying a feast you've cooked yourself?"
Mom glanced at me, her face flushed, and didn't say a word. She just bent her legs, spread them wide, revealing
a beautiful, high-set vulva half-covered by dark hair and mud.
I knelt between Mom's legs, my eyes fixed on the rosy, glistening little opening, my mind a complete mess. Just now I was laughing
and joking, but now I realized the seriousness of the situation, thinking, "She's my own mother, am I really going to do this?"
Mom's soft voice sounded so charming, "My good son...didn't we agree that Mom would try a feast she'd cooked herself
...Mommy's already opening her mouth...just waiting for you to share it..."
I had never heard Mom's voice so charming before, nor had I ever seen her crystal-white, beautiful body laid naked
on the bed like this. How could I resist? Holding the penis, I moved forward. It was my mother, so I didn't dare use too much force.
With a gentle push, the large glans pressed against the opening, unable to penetrate. I let out a soft "humph!"
My mother arched her back and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing… just open your little mouth, your son is coming in…" With a push, the glans "squeak!"
It slid into the opening.
The warm, moist flesh tightly enveloped the glans. The mother and son, enjoying their feast, both let out a low moan of pleasure. I looked down
. My mother's legs, white but slightly loose, were spread apart. Her engorged labia majora held a young
, thick penis, secreting white fluid—it looked exactly like a scene from a Japanese incest film.
I froze, my eyes fixed on this real-life incestuous scene.
Mom arched her back again, reaching her hand to her genitals, touching the penis inserted into her vagina. In a soft voice,
she asked, "Son... what's wrong with you now?"
I kept my mouth shut, a little annoyed, yet also strangely excited. I shifted my hips and continued thrusting
.
I had originally intended to hold Mom close first, making slow, gentle insertion more pleasurable. But as soon as the penis was fully inserted, Mom grabbed my arms with both hands
, her breath hot and fragrant, urgently urging me, "Move! Move! Mom's so hungry!"
I quickly began thrusting.
I felt Mom's vagina was tighter than it appeared. After the penis went in, Mom indeed
moaned, "Oh... oh..." softly, "So thick... really like a flashlight... and so hard..."
Anyway, Mom's vagina was tighter than Aunt Zhen's, so my penis was probably thick and hard too. I figured it would
satisfy her two long-empty little cunts.
My penis thrust in and out between my mother's legs dozens of times with a "slap! slap! slap! slap!" sound. Just as I was enjoying myself, for some reason
, my mother suddenly started panting and said she wanted to watch Channel 13 while we were doing it. Reluctantly, I pulled out my penis, waited for my mother to turn around
, raise her buttocks high, kneel on the bed, and then thrust into her from behind.
I played with my mother's swaying breasts and nipples while forcefully thrusting into her wet, hot little hole. Occasionally
, I reached out and flicked her clitoris. My mother said she wanted to watch Channel 13 while we were doing it. I saw that she initially watched Channel 13, but after a while,
her face was pressed against the bed, moaning and groaning with pleasure, only occasionally glancing up at the TV. I wondered what her
mindset was.
I glanced at Channel 13; on it was a blonde, blue-eyed middle-aged mother, half-sitting her son's large penis,
her mouth full of semen overflowing from the corners of her mouth, her blue eyes filled with tender affection—she acted so realistically.
Although my mother's body wasn't as voluptuous as Aunt Zhen's, her skin was fair and tender, and her vagina was tighter and more moist.
Not long after penetration, I whispered, "Mom! Mom! I'm going to cum!"
My mother turned around and said she had never tasted her son's semen, asking me to ejaculate in her mouth so she could taste the deliciousness. My
penis was shoved into my mother's mouth, and she sucked on the hot, pleasurable head of my penis. I trembled, and several spurts of semen
shot out.
My mother stroked my penis, "Mmm-hmm-hmm," and I forcefully ejaculated the last drop, letting out a sigh of relief, and looked down at
my mother. She was similar in appearance to the blonde, blue-eyed middle-aged mother on channel 13; my mother was also half-holding her son's large penis in her mouth.
Her head was full of semen, oozing from the corners of her mouth, her eyes filled with tenderness. But Mom wasn't acting; she was genuinely
swallowing her son's semen.
Meanwhile, the mother and son on TV station 13 were playing around in the bathroom again, while my son and I lay quietly on the bed, each lost in our own thoughts
.
Mom's head was resting on my arm. After a while, she turned over. I felt like I had just committed a
heinous crime. I glanced at her, then lowered my head, unable to look at her again.
Mom lifted my chin and whispered, "Look at Mom! Do you think Mom's body is better or Ah Zhen's
body is better?"
I was shocked, my mouth agape, speechless, just staring at her in panic. Mom continued, "
What kind of good things did you and Ah Zhen do in Mom's car? You've already given yourself away without me even realizing it! Do you know
how much Mom has been tormented by the mess you two have made of?"
I thought to myself, "Damn it! How could this happen? In the past two years, I've only done it seven or eight times in Mom's car with Aunt Zhen
!"
Mom's eyes were red, her voice hoarse, "You know how long Dad has been gone from Mom, and you and your godmother
have been making a mess in the car again, leaving traces everywhere, the whole car smelling of semen and vaginal fluid. It makes Mom
have all sorts of wild thoughts every time she drives, and after using the car, I have to clean up all those stains. You! You!"
I didn't dare to speak, reaching out to gently stroke Mom's cheek. Mom touched the back of my hand and said softly, "Four days ago, 2..."
Room 205 was occupied by a mother and son, and their relationship was similar to that in Room 303. Mom discovered this during her rounds, but
Ah-Zhen didn't know.
Loud sounds of intense sexual intercourse were constantly emanating from TV 13; the room was noisy, and lights flickered on the bed. Mom
reached for the remote and turned off the TV, plunging the room into darkness.
Mom said, "I don't want any lights on when we're talking about this."
She pressed her forehead against mine and whispered, "The mother and son in Room 205
have a larger age gap than the mother and son in Room 303, and they're quite beautiful."
Mom's soft fingers gently scratched my back, her voice lowering, "That night, around 2 a.m., when I went upstairs
to check on things, I passed Room 205 and suddenly heard a woman's cries coming from inside..." Mom paused here,
her hand moving from my back to my ear, her fingers sliding in and out of my ear canal.
In the darkness, I couldn't see my mother's face, but I remembered her behind the counter, her cheeks flushed, absentmindedly
biting into a small cookie, her long index finger moving in and out of the oval handle of the coffee cup.
I gently stroked the back of my mother's smooth hand, and she continued, "That woman's voice sounded like crying, baby
.
I gently stroked the back of my mother's smooth hand, and she continued, "That woman's voice sounded like crying, baby
! baby! Harder! Mommy loves you so much! Thrust harder...don't stop..." As she said this, my mother
moved slightly, pulling my legs between her bare thighs, my knees pressing against the soft, wet cleft, the
soft hair on my mother's mons pubis occasionally brushing against my knees. On the dark bed, my mother held me, whispering, "That
night, Mommy was outside room 205, feeling panicked and weak all over."
I felt my mother's body gradually warming up.
Mom murmured again, "Back at the counter, I thought about a lot of things... the mother and son in room 205... Ah Zhen and you
... and my future... that night I decided to ask you to come and keep me company..." Mom stopped again, twisting
her body. Mom's wetness gently rubbed my knees, and I hugged her tightly. Apart from the faint
sound of the air conditioner blowing, the room was silent and pitch black.
Mom spread her legs and rubbed my knees for a while, the movements becoming more and more intense, her breath coming in low gasps, her tone slightly
rising: "Hmph... I originally wanted to take it slow... but tonight there's this mother and son from room 303... son, you
... you don't know my pain, and you're just adding fuel to the fire... hmph... hmph... what can I do..."
My knees were wet and sticky, and my penis was hard, almost touching my stomach. Mom suddenly flipped me onto her, and the two
naked, hot bodies were tightly intertwined. My mother kissed me, panting, and said, "For the past year... Mom
has been dreaming... dreaming that your father and I are... in bed... and... dreaming that you and... and Ah-Zhen are in the car
..."
In the darkness, I smelled a fragrant, warm breath. My mother gasped for breath, buried her face in my chest, and
murmured as if in a dream, "...But... but recently I've only been dreaming of you and Ah-Zhen... and dreaming that I've become Ah-
Zhen... dreaming of you and me... dreaming of you and me... in my car... in... in my
bed... in bed... we... we, mother and son, were completely uninhibited... no one saw... no one knew..."
…But…but it’s dawn…there’s nothing…nothing at all…”
I lowered my head and kissed the abandoned woman with pity, repeatedly saying, “Mom…Mom…I’m here! I’m here
!”
My mother embraced me, her breath hot as she kissed my face all over, panting and whispering, “
This is what Mom wanted…no one saw…no one knew…we had no scruples…” She touched my hand,
pulling it down. Ah, it was hot and wet. My mother’s legs were spread, her little pussy was dripping wet.
I touched the slippery little hole, my glans pressed against it and slowly pushed in.
My mother breathed hotly in my ear and said, “Push it in hard, don’t stop! Mom wants it so much…”
I pushed hard, and at the same time I felt my mother’s lower body rise up. With a soft “squelch…”,
my glans pierced into my mother’s slippery little hole. I held my mother with both hands and thrust my lower body hard.
In the pitch-black rest room, the sounds of lustful fluids echoed again. My mother kept moaning, sometimes loud , sometimes
soft, her voice languid and joyful, sounding much more open than before.
Her full breasts, with their rounded nipples, rolled against my chest. Her vagina spasmed in waves,
hotly gripping my penis, her breathing becoming rapid. "Ah...ah..." she cried out, saying she was going to die,
to die a thousand times! Ten thousand times! She told me to thrust harder!
I thrust with all my might, breathless, until my mother cried out a few more times, "Ah...ah..." before collapsing
onto the bed, her hands loose.
My penis was still hard and tightly inserted inside her vagina, and I continued to gently caress her soft, swollen breasts.
After a long silence, Mom shifted her body and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you come?"
"It's so dark, I can't see Mom's beautiful face on the bed, I can't ejaculate."
"Hmm..." Mom reached out and rubbed her two large testicles, which were meant to carry on her family line, and whispered, "Turn
on the bedside lamp!"
The penis "popped" out of her vagina, and after fumbling for a while, she turned on the light, illuminating the room. The
sudden light in the darkness was blinding, and Mom raised her hand to shield her eyes, saying softly, "Come here... let Mom see!"
I saw that she was completely naked, the light casting a shadow on her face. Looking closely, her expression and tone were very natural
. A strange joy welled up inside me, thinking, "Mom finally knows how to live from now on."
My penis, erect and excited, reached out to Mom. She grabbed it, her fingers gently circling the throbbing veins, murmuring,
"This is the second man's penis to enter Mom's body... and it's also Mom's... Mom feels that
happy days have returned..." She pinched the glistening glans, squinted at me, and
licked it with her pink tongue. After licking it a few times, she opened her mouth and took it in. Mom not only sucked hard on my glans and
licked and bit the shaft, but also used her hands to knead my large testicles.
I shivered and said in a trembling voice, "Mom... I want to lick yours too..."
Mom, with my glans in her mouth, said, "Mmm! Hmm!" She grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her buttocks, spreading her legs:
"Mmm! Hmm!" gesturing for me to lick her.
Mom's labia were a deeper color than Aunt Zhen's, slightly tired, and not as plump as Aunt Zhen's. My little hole looked
slightly larger than Aunt Zhen's, wet and slippery, with my clitoris erect and excitedly pointing upwards. I parted her labia and licked her inside and out until she
trembled all over, moaning softly, "Mmm... hum..."
Her clitoris was exposed right above, so cute that I wanted to kiss it. I gently took it in my mouth, teasing
and stimulating it with my tongue. My mother grabbed my hair tightly, pulled the penis out of her mouth, and moaned loudly.
Mother and son tasted the pleasure of the sex toy together, panting heavily. I stroked my mother's little
hole, which was full of vaginal fluid and saliva, and turned back to say, "Mom! Mom! I want to go in..."
I saw my mother's face flushed, her voice trembling as she stroked the penis, "Mom wants to too..."
I put my mother's legs high on my shoulders, her snow-white, round, and delicate thighs, my fingers gently gliding over them
a few times, and our desire rose several feet higher. The idea of taking it slow and flirting failed again.
My penis pressed against the small opening exposed by her parted labia. The light was bright, and I looked down at my glans
, glistening with a purplish-red hue, desperately plunging into her red, fleshy hole, squeezing out white, lustful fluid.
As the thick, hard penis pulled her pink lips into the opening, almost tearing it open, my own lust
surged to its peak. I spread my mother's legs wide, pressing them forward, and thrust my hips forward again. I felt my glans brushing against her
warm, wet flesh, slamming into another, even warmer, wetter opening deep inside her vagina. My mother let out a long moan, grabbing
my arm and groaning, "Gently...gently..." She added, "You're going to break me!"
I pressed my hands against her legs and looked up at her.
My mother's body was snow-white and slender, her long hair cascading over the pillow, a few strands of hair falling across her cheeks, like a touch of rouge
, a vibrant red. Her high, firm breasts were flushed with excitement, the nipples pointing out two red fruits. Her usually
dignified face now appeared alluring and seductive, almost unfamiliar to me, unlike my mother.
I stared, dumbfounded, my penis burning hot. My mother stared at me, her voice slightly coquettish: "Son...
my legs are so sore from you pressing them down, and down there...it's so sore and itchy...can you watch until we're done...hurry up and move
..."
Before she finished speaking, her buttocks were already swaying. I, too, watched my mother's two swaying breasts and alluring
face, and thrust my penis in and out wildly.
The room was filled with the sounds of the penis rapidly thrusting in and out of the mud,
the sounds of flesh colliding, and the panting of a man and woman making love. These three sounds were fast, urgent, and
suggestive, and my mother's soft moans echoed on the bed, making my blood boil even more.
I gritted my teeth and thrust hundreds of times, watching my mother's mouth half-open, her head swaying and moaning. My penis grew even harder,
thrusting faster and faster, pressing her legs down further and further. My mother's lower body arched upwards, her full, trembling vulva protruding
at the very top. Her labia majora and minora swelled pink from the wet, large penis, her clitoris erect and bubbling with vaginal fluid.
My mother's moans grew sharper, her head no longer swaying from side to side, but instead arching
her upper body back intermittently. I knew my mother was about to climax, so I thrust even harder. After a few thrusts, my mother arched her upper body, panting, and said she wanted to
see how her son's big thing penetrated her. She grabbed two pillows and placed them under her head, staring
down at her crotch with seductive eyes.
I pressed my mother's legs down again and thrust harder, panting as I asked her, "Did you see it? Did you see it?"
My mother rubbed her nipples with both hands, screaming that she saw it! I saw her son's huge thing inside her
! So big! So hard! She yelled at me, "Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!"
Mom kept yelling "Ah...ah...oh...oh..." several times. I couldn't help but yell back,
"Mom! I'm going to cum!" I thrust in hard a few times, pressing tightly against her vulva, my penis piercing deep into her vagina
, and I ejaculated inside.
Mom arched her hips and swayed, screaming, "Mom's coming again! So good! So good!"
After the passion subsided, I had to face reality immediately. I lay on Mom's soft body and whispered, "Mom...I could
n't hold back and came inside. Get up and wash quickly..."
Mom patted my back and said softly, "Don't worry! It's okay! These two days are Mom's safe period.
I took a birth control pill before coming upstairs."
Mom said that after deciding to ask me to come with her that night, she was determined to prepare German-made birth control pills and
establish this incestuous relationship within a week to complete this important matter. Unexpectedly, it was finished in just three days.
In the bathroom, I looked at my mother, her white, naked body and large breasts swaying, busy preparing for a shower,
and I wanted to touch her again. Mom said, "No! It's almost dawn, the counter can't be unattended." She told me to just rinse off quickly and go
watch the counter first.
After Ms. Xu, the daytime counter attendant, came to hand over her shift, I drove my mother home. While warming up the car, my mother took out a...
A plastic bag was shoved into my hand, and a cold voice said, "I pulled this out from under the chair the day before yesterday. Take it back to your godmother." I opened it
and saw a small white pair of panties.
Chapter Three: In the car, I kept stealing glances at my mother's face. Her dignified appearance in the daytime showed no trace of
the extreme good deeds she had done the night before.
The car turned left to go to breakfast, and morning light streamed into the car through the windshield. My mother lowered the sun visor, took out
her sunglasses, and as she was about to put them on, my eyes met hers in the rearview mirror. Hidden in the shadow of the sun visor, her
usually dignified and unapproachable face revealed the alluring look of the night before. She smiled at me and quickly put on
her sunglasses. I wondered to myself, "Why are a woman's faces so different at night and during the day?"
A few days ago, I was always so tired when I got home that I didn't even want to take a shower. I would say goodbye to my mother and go to our rooms to catch up on sleep
. But today, I was full of energy? I was sprawled on the sofa, wide awake, my pants still hard.
Mom, unlike usual, didn't rush off to her bedroom. She wandered around the living room, fiddling with things, flipping through things, but
remained silent.
She approached and told me to get up, to check if I was sitting on a book she'd borrowed, "
Ten Lessons in Self-Massage."
I said, "I've been working all night at the shop, don't read anymore, go to sleep." I wondered, "How come I
've never seen a book like 'Ten Lessons in Self-Massage' at home?" Mom said she hadn't stayed up all night in a long time, and these past few days,
she'd always massage herself before bed using that book to sleep comfortably. I thought to myself, "Massage? I've already 　　paid a lot of tuition
to Miss Shan Shan at that shady Swan Lake Hair Salon ." 　　I whispered, "Your son participated in the 'Blind Massage Skills Training Seed Class' social worker team training. Let 　　him use authentic massage techniques to massage Mom; I guarantee it'll be more comfortable." 　　Mom locked the glass door, her face flushed, and said, "Your godmother always comes over without a word. 　　Even with the key, she can't get in now that it's locked." 　　I knew these two women, practically single and abandoned, often ate lunch and dinner together. Especially these past few days, 　　when Mom knocked on my door to wake me up for lunch, I'd find Aunt Zhen already there, smiling, waiting in the living room. 　　I asked Mom, "Having lunch?" 　　Mom said that if she couldn't come in, she'd call by phone. She even jokingly scolded, "You only remember to eat!" 　　In Mom's bedroom, I watched her lock the door and then carefully draw the curtains until they were completely dark. I couldn't help but 　　recall what she'd said last night: "...on Mom's bed, we, mother and son, are completely uninhibited...no one sees 　　...no one knows..." Taking advantage of the darkness Mom had created, I quickly stripped down to my underwear, my erection creating 　　a high tent, and lay down on Mom's fragrant bed. 　　Mom turned on the main light, then the air conditioning. Turning around and seeing me like this, she laughed and scolded, "Is this a genuine 　　massage or a genuine erotic gigolo massage?" 　　I said, "Mom, whichever you like, I'll provide that kind of service!" I gently pulled her onto the bed and 　　whispered lewdly in her ear, "Anyway, you have to be completely naked for it to be comfortable." 　　Mom blushed and whispered that she wanted both. 　　I asked her again which one she wanted first. 　　Mom whispered even more, "The gigolo kind." I rolled over and pinned her beneath me. Mom's soft lips always carried a 　　faint fragrance. Through her thin summer clothes, I caressed her breasts, feeling a pair of full, firm peaks, two round, hard nipples 　　, and then noticed—Mom wasn't wearing a bra. A thought struck me, and I secretly lifted Mom's skirt, bending my knees and discreetly 　　slipping between her legs, pressing against her vulva. 　　As I unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, my hand reached out and touched her smooth, delicate, and unprotected breasts. My knee pressed against her 　　bare, warm mons pubis. 　　I whispered, "Mom! Mom! Your bra and panties are gone again..." 　　My mother only whispered that she felt unwell and needed a massage, telling me to hurry up and do it, and not to ask any more questions. She didn't 　　say where her bra and panties were. 　　I felt the area where my knee was pressing against getting hotter and wetter. My mother hugged me, spread her legs, and told me 　　to massage the most uncomfortable area first. 　　I asked, "Which area is the most uncomfortable?" My mother's voice was a little reproachful, "The area where your knee is pressing against!" 　　My mother's snow-white legs didn't look long when she was standing, but now, lying naked on the bed, they looked 　　rounded and long. I lay between her spread legs, gently stroking the delicate skin of her thighs, my heart pounding with 　　desire. If my mother hadn't told me to massage the area between her legs first, I would have really wanted to pick her up and kiss her passionately. 　　I pulled a pillow up to elevate Mom's vulva, causing her legs to bend naturally. The cleft 　　opened wide, the bright light illuminating her prominent vulva in sharp detail. Except for the pink, moist little opening 　　, which I hadn't touched yet, I gently rubbed and scratched the entire vulva with my fingers, "massaging" it several times. The fluid from Mom's discharge 　　soaked seven or eight of my fingers, but I only groaned softly, seemingly unsatisfied. I myself felt not only unsatisfied, 　　but also that using only my fingers wasn't very fun. 　　Looking at that alluring little opening, I was wondering whether to probe inside with my fingers or use my tongue. Mom propped 　　herself up, her face flushed, and scolded, "How can you only massage the outside and not the inside?" 　　I said, "Coming! Coming!" I gently rubbed and pressed that cute little clitoris with my thumb, then 　　poked two fingers into the little opening, inserting and digging, making "squeak...squeak..." sounds. Mom's buttocks writhed on the pillow, 　　grabbing my hand and groaning loudly. My godmother's little hole only allowed me to insert my penis or play with it with my tongue, but I wasn't allowed 　　to put my fingers in. My mother's little pussy, however, allowed me to insert and dig with my fingers, which started to feel a bit fun. 　　After digging a few times, my fingers touched the slippery cervix several times, and my mother groaned and said that this massage wasn't very 　　comfortable, and told me to stop using my fingers and use my big thing. I quickly took off my underwear, grabbed my penis, and 　　sandwiched it 　　between my mother's two moist, red labia like a hot dog, rubbing the glans against her clitoris. 　　After only a few strokes, my mother said in a reproachful voice that I couldn't keep massaging from the outside, that it was very uncomfortable inside, and told me 　　to massage inside. 　　I grinned and said, "Mom! Your son's penis isn't very comfortable just being rubbed outside, I was just about to go in..."

"At your service! We're truly mother and son, our hearts are connected..." With that, he pressed his glans against his mother
's vaginal opening, the inside slippery, and his penis slid in almost completely.
Mom gasped softly, grabbing my arms and whispering, "How come you're still so hard after all this time!"
The warm, moist flesh gripped his glans tightly, and he was speechless with pleasure. His penis was rock
hard inside his mother's vagina, and he had only one thought in his mind: fuck! fuck! fuck!
Their passion burned fiercely, and he couldn't tell if he was fucking his mother or she was fucking him.
In his mother's bedroom, he rolled around on her bed, fucking her until he was off, then went into the bathroom and fucked her again.
Finally, Mom collapsed on the bed, her voice soft as she said, "I can't...I can't...Mom is so tired and sleepy
, I have no strength left. Don't tease Mom anymore, my good boy, Mom wants to sleep."
Ever since last night, seeing Mom's snow-white, naked body, all I wanted to do was hold her, kiss her two big breasts
, and penetrate her plump little pussy. But I was indeed tired too, and Mom forced me to sleep, so I obediently went to bed.
I was sound asleep when the phone rang a few times, waking me up. Mom woke up first, gestured to me to be
quiet, and then picked up the receiver, saying, "Hmm...hmm...I'm fast asleep...okay...okay...I'll go down now
!"
I was awakened by the ringing, and vaguely saw her with her hair down, leaning back and holding the receiver, her pair of white breasts standing tall and firm,
swaying as she spoke. My penis hardened again, and I reached out to touch her big breasts. My mother
hung up after only a few words, slapped my hand away, and hurriedly said, "That darn Zhen wants to invite us to lunch. She's outside and
can't get in. She rang the doorbell but no one answered. Call her on the phone, and I'll go downstairs to open the door. You go back to your room quickly. "
She repeatedly reminded me to act naturally and as usual when I saw Aunt Zhen. Seeing her
flustered state, I verbally replied, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" But inwardly I thought, "Mom... I'm afraid you'll give yourself
away!" I grabbed my clothes, naked, and quietly slipped back to my room. At lunch, the three of us
talked as usual, but I secretly wondered why Aunt Zhen hadn't asked my mother why she had locked the door from the inside that day.
The next morning, my mother and I were exhausted from work and fast asleep when Aunt Zhen suddenly called again. The two
talked for a long time, I was woken up and fell asleep again, still half asleep. My mother's voice was
very low, I couldn't hear what they were saying. After lunch, I went home and was about to pee when my mother suddenly said,
"Son! You'll have to work a little harder, Zhen wants you to take her to work at the hotel this evening."
"Doesn't she always take a taxi herself?"
my mother said, "Your godmother asked me to," I asked for the reason, but she didn't say, "Anyway, you'll have to work a little harder, just
take her there."
I was in a hurry to pee, so I pulled out my penis in the bathroom and casually replied, "Yes! Yes!" But my mother followed me in
and said, "Go pick her up early, you know!"
I glanced at her peeking at me, and she was trying not to laugh while peeing, "I know! I know!"
After I finished peeing, my mother dragged me straight to her room on the second floor. She closed the door, turned on the main light, and quickly stripped me
naked.
I thought Mom was acting strangely, and I chuckled, saying, "Mom...why are you in such a hurry!"
Mom rolled her eyes at me, squatted down, grabbed my penis, kissed it a few times, and murmured, "My darling son's big cock
...it's been so hard! It's been so hard for Mom to give birth to this big cock!" After saying that, she stood up, stripped naked, lay
on the bed with her two beautiful legs raised high, a pillow under her buttocks, and beckoned to me, saying, "Come on!
My darling son, come on!"
I didn't know if Mom had taken the wrong medicine, but seeing her wanton look, that high, sticky, wet little
pussy, my penis was instantly aroused, hot and hard, and I cried out, "Coming! Coming!" I rushed to the bedside, hoisted her two beautiful
legs onto my shoulders, Mom took my penis and shoved it between her legs, I thrust my hips forward, and started fucking her standing on the floor.
Mom's "strange afternoon passion" came and went quickly. She grabbed her two big breasts with both hands,
moaning loudly all the way. I stood on the floor, thrusting hard for a few minutes. My mother screamed a few times, her body trembling. My penis
, inside her wet, hot vagina, felt the familiar spasms of an orgasm.
After my mother finished, my penis was still as hard as an iron rod. Holding her, I still wanted to continue. My mother said not
to tire myself out too much and told me to sit on the bed so she could relieve my desire with her mouth.
While my mother licked my penis, I played with her two large, white breasts.
After a while, I felt that my penis felt very comfortable but not stimulating. I braced myself against the bed with both hands and forcefully pushed my penis
into my mother's mouth.
In just these few days, my mother and I had watched countless pornographic films. In just these few days, watching,
doing, and having several real-life experiences, what move hadn't I learned? Seeing that I was getting impatient, my mother immediately opened her mouth wide and
let me penetrate her, thrusting my penis in and out.
My mother's cherry lips tightly enveloped my penis, her tongue tracing its shaft in her mouth, her eyes brimming with laughter as she stared at me.
I saw a trickle of saliva flow from the corner of her mouth. The scene was so vivid and sensual, more captivating and real than any pornographic film
. After only a few thrusts, my penis trembled, and I ejaculated large amounts into her mouth. It felt like I had only just closed my eyes, holding my mother close
, when the phone rang again.
Mom reached for the receiver, said "Hello…," and gestured to me with the "calling from next door" sign.
After hanging up, Mom stretched and yawned. She whispered, "Ah Zhen wants you to come over now
to help her move a big cabinet or something.
" I glanced at the clock, "Mom… it's only a little past three, can you sleep a little longer…?" Mom also looked at the clock, frowned,
and said, "But Ah Zhen needs your help! You need to go now, and once you're done, you can take her to pick up her from her night shift, sweetheart,
Mom's precious son." She then hugged and kissed me.
The cabinet was in Aunt Zhen's bedroom; it was incredibly heavy and had no wheels. Luckily, it was only moved to a different location,
about four or five meters, and it was done in less than five minutes.
Aunt Zhen looked at the cabinet, sighed, and said softly, "Some things still require a man..."
I said, "Actually, both of you beautiful mothers could have moved this cabinet together; there was no need for your
clumsy son to help.
" Aunt Zhen didn't reply, but just told me to go wash my hands in the bathroom.
I went into the bathroom, and she quietly followed me in. She hugged me from behind and whispered, "Besides
things like moving cabinets, there's something very important that requires a man." She asked me, "My silly son, do you know
what it is?"
How could I not know what it was? Before I could answer, a delicate, soft hand unbuttoned
a few buttons on my clothes, gently scratching my chest.
I took her hand and guided it to my crotch, chuckling softly, "Mom… your silly son doesn't know… can
you tell me… okay?"
Aunt Zhen, clutching her hard crotch, said sweetly from behind, "Wash your hands and come to Mom's bed, Mom will tell you." 　　After washing my hands and coming out of the bathroom, Aunt Zhen was already stripped down to her bra and panties, leaning against the headboard waiting for me. Seeing me
come 　　out, she patted the bed and told me to get on and sit next to her. 　　I saw her with a pillow behind her back, legs crossed, a broad smile on her face as she leaned against the headboard. Although she wore a pure white bra and panties, 　　her skin was as white as snow, even more dazzlingly white than the bra and panties themselves. My penis involuntarily 　　hardened. 　　I thought to myself, Aunt Zhen had never allowed us to have sex in her house, but her behavior today was subtly strange. Thinking that 　　this was an opportunity not to be missed, I stripped down to my panties, my crotch bulging, and jumped onto the bed with a giggle. 　　Aunt Zhen hugged me and said with a smile, "I've been holding back for days, and I finally convinced Sister Pei to lend you out, my sweet baby 　　...didn't you miss your godmother...?" 　　I pointed to my bulging crotch and said with a grin, "Mommy! You can tell if your son 　　missed you just by looking at him." 　　Aunt Zhen reached into my waistband and grabbed him, scolding, "You little rascal! You little rascal!" as she pulled down his 　　black thong. Seeing her wanton look, I hurriedly unhooked her bra as well. A pair of large, swaying breasts 　　, beautiful and plump, much larger than the two my mother had breastfed me with. 　　I sucked hard on her red nipple, and Aunt Zhen trembled slightly, pressing my head down and whispering, " 　　You still have your pants! You didn't take Mom's pants off." 　　I fumbled for her panties, my fingers touching the wet patch in the middle, rubbing the cleft against that warm, moist area 　　. My mouth lingered between her warm, full breasts, teasingly saying, "Mom's been missing her son this much!" 　　Aunt Zhen trembled, pinched me, and hugged me tightly, scolding, "Hurry up and take them off for Mom 　　! You little rascal! You little rascal!" 　　I hadn't touched Aunt Zhen's pussy for days, and I really missed it. As my penis entered her little hole, I heard a 　　soft, familiar "Ah..." The head of my penis sank into a mound of tender flesh, tightly enveloped. After playing with Mom 　　a few times, I went back to Aunt Zhen's pussy today and realized the two little holes were very similar. 　　Nanbangguo thrust into her little pussy, intending to pause for a few seconds before moving, but Aunt Zhen's two big breasts pressed against me, her little 　　mouth breathing hot, fragrant breath near my ear and neck. Holding her, our skin pressed tightly together, each layer smooth and tender, 　　how could I bear to pause for a few seconds before moving! I pulled my big cock and started thrusting hard. 　　This afternoon was really strange; Mom first had a "strange afternoon passion," and then Aunt Zhen had a "strange 　　evening passion." Like her god-sister, although passionate, her sexual desire came and went quickly. 　　I pressed down on her and thrust hard. Aunt Zhen clung to me tightly, twisting her lower body, moaning softly, 　　"I'm going to be played to death by my son... so hard... so forceful..." 　　Watching Aunt Zhen's alluring and wanton manner, her lewd words, and feeling the tightness of her vagina as my penis moved inside her—it 　　felt so good! My spirits soared, and I pounded into her cunt even harder. 　　I don't know how long I thrust, but Aunt Zhen's body trembled, and she screamed loudly, waves of pleasure washing over her, reaching the peak of excitement. After 　　a while, she still clung to me tightly, telling me to keep my big thing inside her and not move. 　　After holding her for a while longer, she finally let go and collapsed limply onto the bed, my penis still hard inside her vagina. I 　　touched her muddy genitals and coughed lightly. Aunt Zhen glanced lazily at the clock and said languidly, "It's getting late 　　. If you keep bothering Mom, it'll never end. Get up..." 　　My godmother and I, having been in bed together for so long, knew exactly what to do next. Immediately, with a "plop!" 　　sound, I gently pulled out my penis and inserted it into her open mouth. 　　Aunt Zhen was probably very tired; I could see she looked exhausted, licking the penis with her eyes closed. But she still tried her best 　　to coax me until I happily ejaculated a large glob of semen into her mouth. The white semen dripped from the corners of her lips, and only then , 　　panting, did she ask me to carry her to wash up. 　　As I carried her to the bathroom, Aunt Zhen touched my arm and whispered, "I saw you moving the cabinet just now, your arms were so thick and 　　strong, it made me want to pounce on you and bite you. Now that I'm holding you, your arms seem even thicker 　　." 　　I looked down and said, "Mom! Your son has another arm, you should know that, it's also very thick!" 　　While we were washing up in the bathroom, the phone rang. Aunt Zhen told me to be quiet and went 　　to answer it, naked and unsteady. A little while later, she came back unsteady, looking tired, and said, "Sister Pei asked what we're doing, it 　　's almost five o'clock and we haven't gone to the hotel yet." 　　On the way to the hotel, I felt a bag in my pocket and remembered the panties my mother had given me. I lied to her, 　　saying I pulled them out from under the chair. Aunt Zhen blushed and pinched me, then looked at her panties very carefully. 　　That night, when I went to the hotel for my shift change, Mom asked again if there were any special guests or situations. Aunt Zhen flipped through the register 　　and replied, "Nothing much. A lecherous male guest stayed in room 212. Not long after entering the room, he wanted to 　　call a woman. Five minutes after she was brought over, he asked the front desk to call another one for a 'doubles' session." 　　Aunt Zhen glanced at me with a smile and lowered her voice, saying, "That man was skinny, his thigh was probably not as 　　thick as our son's arm. What kind of 'doubles' session was he having with someone like that? Luckily, nothing serious happened!" The two girls had just left 　　; they were women from Uncle Qing's shop. 　　Mom patted her and laughed, "Alright! Anything else?" Aunt Zhen blushed and said, "Nothing else." 　　Hearing her say, "His thigh was probably not as thick as our son's arm, what kind of 'doubles' session was he having with someone like that?" 　　I remembered what they had said when I carried her into the bathroom that afternoon. Suppressing a laugh, I walked around Mom and, as Mom peeked out to look for something, 　　lightly pinched her buttocks with my finger. Aunt Zhen turned and glared at me. Then I told Mom that she had arranged...

I'm so tired, I don't want to go back. I'll be spending the night in the rest room.
Hearing this, Mom reached out and touched my forehead, asking with concern, "Are you catching a cold? Do you have a fever?"
Aunt Zhen said, "Sister! No! I'm just too tired and want to sleep."
I was also exhausted today and wanted Mom to watch the house alone for the first half of the night so I could sneak off to the rest room to sleep. Listening nearby,
I felt a growing anxiety, thinking, "Your godson isn't just sleeping in the rest room for the first half of the night, he's
sleeping in the rest room with your god-sister for the second half! Why is he here to join in?"
I gently stroked Mom's smooth hand, and Mom continued, "That woman's voice sounded like she was crying, 'Baby
! Baby! Harder! Mom loves you so much! Thrust harder... don't stop...'" At this point, Mom moved
, pulling my legs between her bare thighs. My knees pressed against the soft, wet cleft, and
the soft hair on Mom's mons pubis brushed against my knees from time to time.
On the dark bed, Mom held me close, whispering, "That night, I was outside room 205, and I felt
panicked, weak, and hot all over."
I felt Mom's body gradually warming up.
Mom murmured again, "Back at the counter, I thought about many things... the mother and son in room 205... Ah Zhen and you
... and my future... That night I decided to ask you to come and keep me company..." Mom stopped, twisting
her body.
Mom's wetness gently rubbed my knees, and I held her tightly. Apart from the faint sound of the air conditioner blowing
, the room was silent and pitch black.
Mom spread her legs and rubbed my knees for a while, the movements becoming more and more intense, her breath coming in low gasps, her tone slightly
rising, "Hmph... I originally wanted to take it slow... but tonight there's this mother and son from room 303... Son,
you... you don't know my pain, and you're adding fuel to the fire... Hmph... Hmph... What can I do...
"
My knees were wet and sticky, and my penis was hard, almost touching my stomach. Suddenly, Mom rolled me onto her, and our two
naked, burning bodies intertwined tightly. Between breaths, Mom kissed me, saying, "For the past year... Mom
has been dreaming... dreaming that your father and I are... in bed... and... dreaming that you and... and Ah-Zhen are in the car
..."
In the darkness, I smelled a fragrant, warm breath. Mom gasped for breath, buried her face in my chest,
and murmured as if in a dream, "...but...but lately I've only been dreaming of you and Ah-Zhen...and dreaming that Mom becomes Ah
-Zhen...dreaming of Mom and you...dreaming of Mom and you... in Mom's car...in...in Mom's
bed...on the bed...we...we, mother and son, without any inhibitions...no one saw...no one knew..."
…But…but it’s dawn…there’s nothing…nothing at all…”
I lowered my head and kissed the abandoned woman with pity, repeatedly saying, “Mom…Mom…I’m here! I’m here
!”
My mother embraced me, her breath hot as she kissed my face all over, panting and whispering, “
This is what Mom wanted…no one saw…no one knew…we had no scruples…” She touched my hand,
pulling it down. Ah, it was hot and wet. My mother’s legs were spread, her little pussy was dripping wet.
I touched the slippery little hole, my glans pressed against it and slowly pushed in.
My mother breathed hotly in my ear and said, “Push it in hard, don’t stop! Mom wants it so much…” I pushed hard, and at the same time I felt my mother’s lower body rise up. With a soft “squelch…”,
my glans pierced into my mother’s slippery little hole.
I held my mother with both hands and thrust my lower body hard.
In the pitch-black rest room, the sounds of lustful fluids echoed again. My mother kept moaning, sometimes loud , sometimes
soft, her voice languid and joyful, sounding much more open than before.
Her full breasts, with their rounded nipples, rolled against my chest. Her vagina spasmed in waves,
hotly gripping my penis, her breathing becoming rapid. "Ah...ah..." she cried out, saying she was going to die,
to die a thousand times! Ten thousand times! She told me to thrust harder!
I thrust with all my might, breathless, until my mother cried out a few more times, "Ah...ah..." before collapsing
onto the bed, her hands loose.
My penis was still hard and tightly inserted inside her vagina, and I continued to gently caress her soft, swollen breasts.
After a long silence, Mom shifted her body and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you come?"
"It's so dark, I can't see Mom's beautiful face on the bed, I can't ejaculate."
"Hmm..." Mom reached out and rubbed her two large testicles, which were meant to carry on her family line, and whispered, "Turn
on the bedside lamp!"
The penis "popped" out of her vagina, and after fumbling for a while, she turned on the light, illuminating the room. The
sudden light in the darkness was blinding, and Mom raised her hand to shield her eyes, saying softly, "Come here... let Mom see!"
I saw that she was completely naked, the light casting a shadow on her face. Looking closely, her expression and tone were very natural
. A strange joy welled up inside me, thinking, "Mom finally knows how to live from now on."
My penis, erect and excited, reached out to Mom. She grabbed it, her fingers gently circling the throbbing veins, murmuring,
"This is the second man's penis to enter Mom's body... and it's also Mom's... Mom feels that
happy days have returned..." She pinched the glistening glans, squinted at me, and
licked it with her pink tongue. After licking it a few times, she opened her mouth and took it in. Mom not only sucked hard on my glans and
licked and bit the shaft, but also used her hands to knead my large testicles.
I shivered and said in a trembling voice, "Mom... I want to lick yours too..."
Mom, with my glans in her mouth, said, "Mmm! Hmm!" She grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her buttocks, spreading her legs:
"Mmm! Hmm!" gesturing for me to lick her.
Mom's labia were a deeper color than Aunt Zhen's, slightly tired, and not as plump as Aunt Zhen's. The little hole looked
slightly larger than Aunt Zhen's, wet and slippery, with the clitoris erect and aroused. I parted her labia and licked her inside and out until Mom
trembled all over, moaning softly, "Mmm... hum..."
That clitoris, sticking out right above, was so adorable it made you want to kiss it. I gently took it in my mouth
, teasing and stimulating it with my tongue. Mom grabbed my hair tightly, pulled the penis out of her mouth, and moaned loudly.
Mother and son savored the pleasure of the sex toy, panting heavily. I stroked Mom's little hole, which was covered in her vaginal fluid and saliva.
"Mom! Mom! I want to go in..."
I saw my mother's face flushed, her voice trembling as she stroked my penis. "Mom wants to too..."
I lifted her legs high onto my shoulders. Her snow-white, rounded thighs, her skin smooth and delicate, my fingers gently gliding
over them a few times. Our desires surged, and our attempt to slow down the foreplay failed once again.
My penis pressed against the small opening she had revealed by spreading her labia. In the bright light, I looked down at my glans,
dripping with moisture, its purplish-red head desperately plunging into her red little hole, squeezing out white, lustful fluid.
As I watched her pink lips being pulled into the opening by my thick, hard penis, the small opening almost bursting open, my own desire
surged to its peak. I spread my mother's legs apart and pressed them forward, then thrust my hips forward again. I felt my glans brushing against
the warm, wet flesh, slamming into another, even warmer, wetter little mouth deep inside my mother's vagina.
Mom let out a long moan, grabbed my arm, and groaned, "Gently...gently..." She added,
"You're going to break me!"
I pressed down on Mom's legs with both hands, looking up at her.
Mom's body was snow-white and slender, her long hair cascading over the pillow, a few strands falling across her cheeks, like a
touch of rouge, a vibrant red. Her high, firm breasts were also flushed with arousal, the nipples pointed with two red fruits. Her usually
dignified face now appeared alluring and seductive, almost unfamiliar to me, unlike my mother.
I stared, dumbfounded, my penis burning hot. Mom stared at me, her voice slightly coquettish: "Son...
my legs are so sore from you pressing them down, and down there...it's sore and itchy...can you watch until we're done...get moving
..."
Before she finished speaking, her buttocks were already wriggling. I, too, watched Mom's two swaying breasts and alluring
face, and thrust my penis in and out randomly.
Besides the rapid "plop! plop!" sounds of a stick thrusting in and out of the mud, the
"slap! slap!" sounds of flesh colliding, and the panting "whoosh! whoosh!" sounds of intense lovemaking
, the mother's soft moans echoed on the bed, further fueling my arousal.
I gritted my teeth and thrust hundreds of times, watching my mother's mouth half-open, her head swaying as she moaned. My penis grew even harder,
thrusting faster and faster, my legs pressing down lower and lower. My mother's lower body arched upwards, her full, trembling vulva protruding
at the top. The wet, large penis penetrated her, causing her labia majora and minora to swell to pink, her clitoris erect and bubbling with vaginal fluid.
My mother's moans grew sharper, her head no longer swaying from side to side, but instead arching her upper body back intermittently. I knew
my mother was about to climax, so I thrust into her even harder. After a few thrusts, Mom bent over, panting, and said she wanted to
see how her son's big thing was inside her. She grabbed two pillows and put them under her head, staring
at her crotch with seductive eyes.
I pressed Mom's legs down again and thrust hard, panting as I asked her, "Did you see it? Did you see it?"
Mom rubbed her nipples with both hands and screamed, saying she saw it! She saw her son's big thing inside her
! So big! So hard! She told me, "Thrust harder! Thrust! Thrust!"
Mom kept screaming "Ah...ah...oh...oh..." several times, and I couldn't help but yell,
"Mom! I'm going to cum!" I thrust hard inside a few times, pressing tightly against her vulva, my penis piercing deep into her vagina
, and I ejaculated inside.
Mom arched her genitals and swayed, screaming, "Mommy's coming again! So good! So good!"
After the passion subsided, I had to face reality immediately. I lay on Mom's soft body and whispered, "Mom... I could
n't hold back and came inside. Get up and wash quickly..."
Mom patted my back and said softly, "Don't worry! It's okay! These past two days have been Mom's safe period.
I took a birth control pill before coming upstairs."
Mom said that after deciding to have me with her that night, she was determined to prepare German-made birth control pills and
establish this incestuous relationship within a week, to complete this important matter. Unexpectedly, it was done in just three days.
In the bathroom, I looked at Mom's white, naked body, her large breasts swaying, busy preparing to shower,
and I wanted to have sex with her again. Mom said, "No! It's almost dawn, the counter can't be unattended." She told me to just shower quickly and go
watch the counter first.
After Ms. Xu, the daytime counter attendant, came to hand over her shift, I drove Mom home. While warming up the car, Mom pulled a
plastic bag from her purse, shoved it into my hand, and said coldly, "I pulled this out from under the seat the day before yesterday. Take it back to your godmother." I opened it
and saw a small white pair of briefs.
Chapter Three: In the car, I kept stealing glances at Mom's face. Her dignified appearance, so different in the daytime, completely belied
the extreme good deeds she had done the night before.
The car turned left to go to breakfast, and morning light streamed into the car through the windshield. Mom lowered the sun visor, took out
sunglasses, and as she looked in the mirror to put them on, my eyes met hers in the rearview mirror. Hidden in the shadow of the sun visor, her
usually dignified and unapproachable face revealed the alluring look of the night before. She smiled at me and quickly put on
her sunglasses.
I wondered to myself, "Why are a woman's faces so different at night and during the day?"
A few days ago, I was always so tired when I got home that I didn't even want to shower. I'd say goodbye to Mom and go to our rooms to catch up on sleep
. But today, I was wide awake? I was sprawled on the sofa, wide awake, my pants still hard.
Mom, unlike usual, didn't rush off to her bedroom. She wandered around the living room, fiddling with things, flipping through things, but
remained silent.
She approached and told me to get up, to check if I was sitting on a book she'd borrowed, "
Ten Lessons in Self-Massage."
I said, "I've been working all night at the shop, don't read anymore, go to sleep." I wondered, "How come I
've never seen a book like 'Ten Lessons in Self-Massage' at home?" Mom said she hadn't stayed up all night in a long time, and these past few days,
she'd always massage herself before bed using that book to sleep comfortably. I thought to myself, "Massage? I've already 　　paid a lot of tuition
to Miss Shan Shan at that shady Swan Lake Hair Salon ." 　　I whispered, "Your son participated in the 'Blind Massage Skills Training Seed Class' social worker team training. Let 　　him use authentic massage techniques to massage Mom; I guarantee it'll be more comfortable." 　　Mom closed the glass door, her face flushed, and said, "Your godmother always comes over to visit without a word. 　　Now that it's closed, even if she has the key, she can't get in."

I knew these two abandoned women, practically single, often ate lunch and dinner together. Especially these past few days,
when Mom knocked on my door to wake me up for lunch, I'd find Aunt Zhen already there, smiling, waiting in the living room.
I'd ask Mom, "Having lunch?"
Mom said she couldn't come in, so she'd call by phone. She'd even jokingly scold me, "You only remember to eat!"
In Mom's bedroom, I watched her lock the door and then carefully draw the curtains until they were completely dark. I couldn't help but
recall what she'd said last night: "...on Mom's bed, we, mother and son, are completely uninhibited...no one sees
...no one knows..." Taking advantage of Mom making the room pitch black, I quickly stripped down to my underwear, my erection prominent, and
lay down on Mom's fragrant bed.
Mom turned on the main light, then the air conditioning, turned around, saw me like this, and laughed, scolding, "Is this a genuine
massage or a genuine erotic gigolo massage?"
I said, "Mom, whichever you like, I'll provide that service!" I gently pulled her onto the bed and
whispered suggestively in her ear, "Anyway, you have to be completely naked for it to be comfortable."
Mom blushed and whispered that she wanted both.
I asked her again which one she wanted first.
Mom whispered even more, "The gigolo kind. "
I rolled over and pinned her beneath me. Mom's soft lips always carried a faint fragrance. Through her thin summer clothes,
I caressed her breasts, feeling a pair of full, firm peaks and two round, hard nipples. I also noticed that Mom wasn't wearing a bra.
A thought struck me, and I secretly lifted Mom's skirt, bending my knees and slipping between her legs, pressing against her vulva
.
From the few buttons undone on her clothes, my hand reached out and touched her smooth, delicate, and unprotected breasts, while my knee pressed against
a naked, moist mons pubis.
I whispered, "Mom! Mom! Your bra and panties are gone again..."
Mom only whispered that she felt unwell and needed a massage, telling me to hurry up and do it, and not to ask any more questions. She didn't
say where her bra and panties were.
I felt the area where my knees were pressing against was getting hotter and wetter. Mom hugged me, spread her legs, and told me
to massage the most uncomfortable area first.
I asked, "Which area is the most uncomfortable?" Mom's voice was a little reproachful, "The area where your knees are pressing against!"
Mom's snow-white legs didn't look long when she was standing, but now, lying naked on the bed, they looked
round and long. I lay between those beautiful, spread legs, gently stroking the delicate skin of her thighs, my heart pounding with
desire. If Mom hadn't told me to massage the area between her legs first, I really wanted to pick her up and kiss her hard.
I pulled a pillow up to elevate Mom's genitals, and her calves naturally bent. The cleft
was wide open, and the bright light illuminated her prominent genitals clearly. Except for that pink, moist little hole
, which I hadn't touched yet, I massaged her entire vulva several times with my fingers. The fluid from my mother's discharge
soaked seven or eight of my fingers, but she only groaned softly, seemingly unsatisfied. I not only felt unsatisfied myself,
but also thought that just using my fingers wasn't very fun.
Looking at that alluring little hole, I was wondering whether to use my fingers to probe inside or to unleash my tongue skills. My mother propped
herself up, her face flushed, and scolded me, "How can you only massage the outside and not the inside?"
I said, "Coming! Coming!" I gently rubbed and pressed that cute little clitoris with my thumb, then
poked two fingers into the little hole, inserting and digging, making "squeak...squeak..." sounds. My mother twisted her buttocks on the pillow,
grabbing my hand and groaning loudly. My godmother's little hole only allowed me to use my penis or tongue to play with it; she wouldn't allow me
to insert my fingers. My mother's little pussy allowed me to insert and probe with my fingers, which started to feel a bit fun.
After a few probes, my fingers touched the slippery cervix several times, and my mother groaned and said that this massage wasn't very
comfortable, and asked me to stop using my fingers and use my big thing.
I quickly took off my underwear, grabbed my penis, and sandwiched it between my mother's two moist, red labia like a hot dog,
rubbing the head of my penis against her clitoris.
After a few strokes, my mother scolded me, saying that I couldn't just massage from the outside, that it was uncomfortable inside, and asked me
to massage her from inside.
I grinned and said, "Mom! Your son's penis isn't very comfortable just rubbing from the outside, I just wanted to go in
and serve you! We're really mother and son, aren't we..." After saying that, I pressed the head of my penis and squeezed it into my mother
's little hole. The hole was slippery, and my penis went in more than halfway.
My mother gasped softly, grabbed my arms with both hands, and whispered, "How come it's still so hard after all night!"
The warm, moist flesh tightly enveloped my glans. I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I couldn't speak. My penis was rock
hard inside my mother's vagina, and I had only one thought in my mind: fuck! fuck! fuck!
We were both burning with passion, and I didn't know whether I was fucking my mother or she was fucking me.
In my mother's bedroom, we rolled around on her bed and off the bed, and then went into the bathroom and fucked her again.
Finally, my mother collapsed on the bed, her voice soft as she said, "I can't... I can't... I'm so tired and sleepy
, I have no strength left. Don't tease me anymore, my good boy, I want to sleep."
Ever since last night, seeing my mother's snow-white, naked body, all I wanted to do was hold her, kiss her big breasts
, and fuck her plump little pussy. But I was indeed tired, and my mother pulled me to sleep, so I obediently went to bed.
I was sound asleep when the phone rang a few times, waking me up. My mother woke up first, gestured for me to be
quiet, then picked up the receiver, saying, "Mmm...mmm...sleepy...okay...okay...I'll go downstairs now
!"
I was awakened by the ringing, and groggily saw her with her hair down, leaning back and holding the receiver, her large, white breasts standing erect,
swaying as she spoke. My penis hardened again, and I reached out to touch her breasts. My mother
hung up after only a few words, slapped my hand away, and hurriedly said, "That darn Zhen wants to invite us to lunch. She's outside
and can't get in, and no one answers the doorbell. Call her on the phone, and I'll go downstairs to open the door. You go back to your room."
She repeatedly reminded me that when I saw Aunt Zhen later, I should act naturally, just like always, etc. Seeing
her flustered state, I verbally replied, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" while thinking to myself, "Mom... I'm afraid you
'll give yourself away!" I grabbed my clothes, naked, and quietly slipped back to my room.
At lunchtime, the three of them talked as usual, but I secretly wondered why Aunt Zhen hadn't asked a single question
about why Mom had locked the door from the inside that day.
The next morning, Mom and I were exhausted from work and fast asleep when Aunt Zhen suddenly called again. The two of
them talked for a long time, and I was woken up and fell back asleep, still half asleep. Mom's voice was
very low, and I couldn't hear what they were saying.
After lunch, I got home and was about to pee when Mom suddenly said, "Son! You'll have to do this, Ah Zhen wants
you to drive her to work at the hotel this evening."
"Doesn't she always take a taxi?"
Mom said. "Your godmother asked me to," I asked for a reason, but she didn't say. "Anyway, you'll have to do this,
just drive her."
I was in a hurry to pee, so I pulled out my penis in the bathroom and casually replied, "Yes! Yes!" But Mom followed me in
and said, "Go pick her up early, you know that!"
I glanced at her peeking at me, and while peeing, I tried to suppress a laugh. "I know! I know!"
After I finished peeing, Mom dragged me straight to her room on the second floor. She closed the door, turned on the main light, and quickly stripped me
naked.
I thought Mom was acting strangely, and I chuckled, saying, "Mom...why are you in such a hurry!"
Mom rolled her eyes at me, squatted down, grabbed my penis, kissed it a few times, and murmured, "My darling son's big cock
...it's been so hard! It's been so hard for Mom to give birth to this big cock!" After saying that, she stood up, stripped naked, lay
on the bed with her two beautiful legs raised high, a pillow under her buttocks, and beckoned to me, saying, "Come on!
My darling son, come on!"
I didn't know if Mom had taken the wrong medicine, but seeing her wanton look, that high, sticky, wet little
pussy, my penis was instantly aroused, hot and hard, and I cried out, "Coming! Coming!" I rushed to the bedside, hoisted her two beautiful
legs onto my shoulders, Mom took my penis and shoved it between her legs, I thrust my hips forward, and started fucking her standing on the floor.
Mom's "strange afternoon passion" came and went quickly. She grabbed her two big breasts with both hands,
moaning loudly all the way. I stood on the floor, thrusting hard for a few minutes. My mother screamed a few times, her body trembling. My penis
, inside her wet, hot vagina, felt the familiar spasms of an orgasm.
After my mother finished, my penis was still as hard as an iron rod. Holding her, I still wanted to continue. My mother said not
to tire myself out too much and told me to sit on the bed so she could relieve my desire with her mouth.
While my mother licked my penis, I played with her two large, white breasts.
After a while, I felt that my penis felt very comfortable but not stimulating. I braced myself against the bed with both hands and forcefully pushed my penis
into my mother's mouth.
In just these few days, my mother and I had watched countless pornographic films. In just these few days, watching,
doing, and having several real-life experiences, what move hadn't I learned? Seeing that I was getting impatient, my mother immediately opened her mouth wide and
let me penetrate her, thrusting my penis in and out.
My mother's cherry lips tightly enveloped my penis, her tongue tracing its shaft in her mouth, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she stared at me.
I saw a trickle of saliva flow from the corner of her mouth. It was a vivid and sensual scene, more alluring and real than any pornographic film
. After only a few thrusts, my penis trembled, and I ejaculated large amounts into her mouth.
It felt like I had just closed my eyes, holding my mother close, when the phone rang again.
Mom reached for the receiver, said "Hello…," and gestured to me with the "calling from next door" sign.
After hanging up, Mom stretched and yawned. She whispered, "Ah Zhen wants you to come over now
to help her move a big cabinet or something."
I glanced at the clock, "Mom… it's only a little past three, can you sleep a little longer…?" Mom also looked at the clock, frowned,
and said, "But Ah Zhen needs your help! Go now, and when you're done, you can take her to pick up her from her night shift, sweetheart,
Mom's precious son." She then hugged and kissed me.
The cabinet was in Aunt Zhen's bedroom, incredibly heavy and without wheels. Luckily, it was
only moved a few meters, about four or five meters, and it was done in less than five minutes.
Aunt Zhen looked at the cabinet, sighed, and said softly, "Some things still require a man..."
I said, "Actually, both of you beautiful mothers could have moved this cabinet together; there's no need for a
clumsy man like your son to help. "
Aunt Zhen didn't reply, only telling me to go wash my hands in the bathroom.
I went into the bathroom, and she quietly followed me in. She hugged me from behind and whispered, "Besides moving cabinets and such
, there's another very important thing that requires a man." She asked me, "My silly son, do you know
what it is?"
How could I not know what it was? Before I could answer, a delicate, soft hand unbuttoned
a few buttons on my clothes and gently scratched my chest.
I took her hand and guided it to my crotch, chuckling softly, "Mom... your son's so silly, he doesn't know...
can you tell me... okay?"
Aunt Zhen, clutching her hard crotch, said sweetly from behind, "Wash your hands and come to Mom's bed,
Mom will tell you." After
washing my hands and coming out of the bathroom, I found Aunt Zhen already stripped down to her bra and panties, leaning against the headboard waiting for me. Seeing me
come out, she patted the bed and gestured for me to sit next to her.
I saw her with a pillow behind her back, legs crossed, a broad smile on her face as she leaned against the headboard. Despite wearing a pure white bra and panties,
her skin was as white as snow, even more dazzlingly white than the bra and panties themselves, and my penis involuntarily
hardened.
I thought to myself, Aunt Zhen has never allowed sex in her home, but her behavior today is subtly strange. Thinking
this was an opportunity, I stripped down to my panties, my crotch forming a small tent, and jumped onto the bed, giggling.
Aunt Zhen hugged me and said with a grin, "After holding it in for days, I finally convinced Sister Pei to lend you out, my sweet baby
...did you miss your godmother...?"
I pointed to my bulging little tent and grinned back, "Mommy! Just look at him, and you'll know if your son
missed you."
Aunt Zhen reached into his waistband and grabbed him, scolding, "You little rascal! You little rascal!" as she pulled down his
black briefs. Seeing her wanton look, I hurriedly unhooked her bra. A pair of large breasts swayed back and forth
, beautiful and plump, much larger than the two my mother had given me.
I sucked hard on her red nipple, and Aunt Zhen's body trembled. She pressed my head down and whispered, "
There are still pants! You didn't take Mom's pants off."
I groped for her panties, my fingers touching the wet patch in the middle. I pressed against the cleft and rubbed that warm, moist area
, my mouth lingering between her warm, full breasts. I teased, "Mom's been missing her son so much!"
Aunt Zhen trembled, pinched me, and hugged me tightly, scolding, "Hurry up and take them off for Mom
! You little rascal! You little rascal!"
I hadn't touched Aunt Zhen's pussy for a few days, and I really missed it. When my penis entered her little hole, I heard her
soft, familiar "Ah..." The head of my penis sank into a mound of tender flesh, tightly enveloped. After
playing with Mom a few times, today I returned to Aunt Zhen's pussy and realized that the two little holes were very similar.
Nanbangguo thrust into her little pussy, intending to pause for a few seconds before pumping, but Aunt Zhen's two big breasts pressed up against me, her little
mouth breathing hot, fragrant breath near my ear and neck. Holding her, our skin pressed tightly together, each layer smooth and tender,
how could I bear to pause for a few seconds before pumping! I pulled my big cock and started thrusting hard.
This afternoon was really strange; first, Mom had a "strange afternoon passion," and then Aunt Zhen had a "strange
evening passion." Like her god-sister, although passionate, her lust came and went quickly.
I pressed her down and fucked her hard, Aunt Zhen hugged me tightly, twisting her lower body, muffled her moans, softly saying,
"I'm going to be played to death by my son... so hard... so forceful..."
Looking at Aunt Zhen's charming and wanton manner, her lewd moans, and feeling her vagina clenching and clenching, my cock moving inside
felt so good! I was greatly invigorated and pounded into her little pussy even harder.
I don't know how long I'd been thrusting, but Aunt Zhen's body trembled, and she screamed loudly, waves of pleasure washing over her, reaching the peak of excitement. After
a while, she still clung tightly to me, telling me to keep my big thing inside her and not move.
She held me for a while longer before letting go and collapsing limply onto the bed, my penis still hard inside her vagina. I
touched her muddy genitals and coughed lightly. Aunt Zhen lazily glanced at the clock and said languidly, "It's getting late
. If you keep messing with Mommy, it'll never end. Get up..."
My godmother and I, having been in bed together for so long, knew what to do next. Immediately, with a "plop!"
sound, I gently pulled out my penis and inserted it into her open mouth.
Aunt Zhen was probably very tired; I saw she looked exhausted, her eyes closed as she licked my penis. However, I still managed to
coax her until I happily ejaculated a large glob of semen into her mouth. The white semen dripped from the corner of her lips, and she finally
gasped for breath and asked me to carry her to the bathroom.
As I carried her to the bathroom, Aunt Zhen touched my arm and whispered, "I saw you moving the cabinet earlier; your arms were so thick and
strong, it made me want to pounce on you and bite you. Now, holding me, your arms seem even thicker
."
I looked down and said, "Mom! Your son has another arm, you should know that, it's also very thick!"
While we were washing in the bathroom, the phone rang. Aunt Zhen told me not to make a sound and staggered naked to
answer it. A little while later, she staggered back in, looking exhausted, and said, "Sister Pei asked what we're doing; it
's almost five o'clock, why haven't we gone to the hotel yet?"
On the way to the hotel, I felt something in my pocket and remembered the briefs my mother had given me. I lied to her; I
said I had pulled them out from under the chair. Aunt Zhen blushed and pinched me, giving her a close look at her underwear.
That night, during the hotel shift change, Mom asked again if there were any unusual guests or situations. Aunt Zhen flipped through the register
and replied, "Nothing much, just that a lecherous male guest in room 212. Not long after entering the room, he wanted
to call a woman. Five minutes after she was brought over, he asked the front desk to call another one for a 'doubles' session.
" Aunt Zhen glanced at me with a smile and lowered her voice, saying, "That man was so skinny, his thigh was probably less than
my son's arm. What was he doing playing 'doubles' with him? Luckily, nothing serious happened! The two girls just left
; they were women from Uncle Qing's shop."
Mom patted her and laughed, "Alright! Anything else?" Aunt Zhen blushed and said, "Nothing else."
I heard her say, "One of her thighs is probably not as thick as one of our son's arms. What's the point of playing doubles with her?"
Remembering what they had said when I carried her into the bathroom that afternoon, I suppressed a laugh and walked around Mom. As Mom peeked out to look for something,
I gently pinched her butt with my fingers. Aunt Zhen turned and glared at me. Then I told Mom that she had decorated
the room that afternoon and was so tired that she didn't want to go back. She wanted to spend the night in the rest room.
Mom touched her forehead and asked with concern, "Do you have a cold? Do you have a fever?"
Aunt Zhen said, "Sister! No! I'm just too tired and want to sleep."
I was also exhausted today and wanted Mom to watch the house alone for the first half of the night so I could be lazy and go to the rest room to sleep. Hearing this from the
sidelines, he grew secretly anxious, thinking, "Your godson isn't just sleeping in the rest room for the first half of the night, he's going to
sleep in the rest room with your god-sister for the second half! Why is he coming to join in the fun!"
[The End]

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