[Moms who like to wear dresses and pajamas] (Part 1 to Part 3)

Part 1:
That year I was 16 years old. My name was Ahao, a clueless high school freshman. Because I was 185cm tall
, I was quite popular at school. But because I was rather shy, I had
only dated one girl at that time. The girl I dated basically did everything—kissing, touching—and we usually liked
to touch each other while sitting on the chairs at the train station. I remember one time, when we were really getting into it, I asked to touch my
girlfriend's genitals. My girlfriend shyly bit her lower lip and whispered "Mmm." I knew then that I had a chance.
My heart was pounding with nervousness. I took off my long-sleeved shirt and used my backpack as cover, my hand trembling as I slipped it into my underwear.
My first sensation was warmth and a soft, furry feel. After inserting a little further, I felt a slit, followed by a
small opening. Having heard successful people in my class share their experiences, I knew that was
my target. I used a little force to insert my middle finger, and my girlfriend immediately shuddered and screamed
. I was terrified, sweating profusely!
First, I was afraid people waiting at the station would see our crazy behavior; second, I was wondering why she
reacted so strongly. After calming her down and getting her consent again (my girlfriend is usually quite compliant and
rarely refuses my requests; I think girls like this are only found in school. After entering the workforce, you
can't even touch her breasts without spending a lot of money on drinks and meals), I put my hand back into her vagina. This time, I didn't dare
touch the opening directly, only making some rubbing motions along the slit. But touching a girl's genitals for the first time
was incredibly exciting; my penis was rock hard.
After about 10 minutes of touching, my girlfriend slumped weakly against my shoulder and said, "Hao,
it's getting late, we have to go home, or Mom will scold us. You're so naughty, you've made my
underwear all wet, ugh, what a hassle." I teasingly asked, "Don't you like it?"
My girlfriend replied, "You're such a bad person!" Then I pulled my hand away and saw that my fingers were covered with what looked like a layer of sticky, transparent
egg white substance. I brought it to my nose and smelled it. Because I thought genital discharge was dirty,
I was a bit resistant, but honestly, I really liked the smell.
After my girlfriend sat up, I took the opportunity to grab her butt a few times, then got up too.
After a deep kiss, I saw her onto the bus and went home alone. After that, we basically stayed at the train station for a while after school every day
before going home. Nothing more happened until we broke up. (Now, when I see those
reports online about middle school students touching each other on the subway, touching butts in train stations, etc., I feel a little scared. I'm glad that cell phones weren't as
advanced back then, and there were basically no cameras, otherwise our reckless behavior would probably have made it into the city newspapers
.)
One summer during my first year of high school, after my routine with my girlfriend at the train station, I went home. Perhaps because of the heat
, my mom was dressed lightly in a black dress-like nightgown, preparing dinner in the kitchen. Busy here, busy
there (Let me briefly introduce my mom: she's from S city, 38 years old, 173cm tall, and has a slender figure—
the kind with a prominent bust and buttocks, I'd say a C cup. My dad drank a lot, had a stroke, and
passed away a few years ago. Since then, she's been living alone and hasn't dated anyone else.)
I stood there dumbfounded at the kitchen doorway, staring intently at my mom's round, pink buttocks, my penis erect, making
a small tent in my school pants (you're young, easily aroused). My mom turned around and said, "Oh dear,
what are you doing standing here? It's so hot in the kitchen! Go wash your hands, we're getting ready to eat."
While she spoke, her eyes remained fixed on my genitals, making me so embarrassed that I practically
ran to the bathroom. After dinner, I sat on the sofa watching TV, and from there I could see my mom washing dishes in the kitchen
. Because I was sitting, my erection wasn't easily noticed by her.
My eyes were greedily fixed on my mother's alluring back. As she turned to the side, I could
see her breasts peeking out from under her pajamas. At that moment, I felt like I was about to ejaculate
. It was far more exciting than watching my mother caressing my girlfriend.
After my mother finished washing the dishes and sat down next to me on the sofa, my eyes, with a hint of disappointment, returned to the television
. Since it was just the two of us at home, my mother would often get up and put her legs up
on the sofa, creating a squatting position. Naturally, the view under her skirt was exposed. I used the
excuse that I had drunk a lot of water and soup during dinner to run back and forth between the sofa and the bathroom. Of course, on the way back, I would
steal a few glances at my mother's genitals.
Today I wore pink underwear, and my pubic skin looked so white. A few pubic hairs were peeking out from the edge of the underwear.
After half an hour, and four or five times, my mom finally noticed something was wrong. When I peeked at her pubic area and
then looked at her reaction, our eyes met. I felt like the air
froze. I stood there sweating, waiting for my mom's scolding.
But instead, my mom came up behind me and hugged me, her breasts pressed against my back. My penis involuntarily became erect again
. I'm sure my mom saw it. She whispered in my ear, "Silly child, concentrate on your studies. Don't think about those
bad things, okay?" I hummed in agreement, like a child who had done something wrong, and quickly broke free
from my mom and ran back to my room.
I can't sleep, I can't sleep. My mind is filled with images of my mom's exposed breasts and pink underwear. At 2 AM,
Mom went back to her room to sleep. I got up and went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my
face, trying to calm myself down. But when I looked at my penis, still erect, I knew
this method wouldn't work.
Someone at school had taught me that when aroused, I could masturbate to achieve the pleasure of ejaculation.
Thinking that if I didn't do this, the night wouldn't end, I pulled down my pants and started masturbating. In my mind's eye, I imagined
Mom sitting on the sofa in a squatting position, and I rushing up to her, kissing her thick lips passionately
, my hands also busy kneading her full breasts. Then, I lifted one side of my underwear and inserted my already throbbing
penis into her vagina. At that moment, in reality, I ejaculated…
The scene was gruesome. Besides my left hand, the washbasin and mirror were covered
in my semen, which reeked of a strong, fishy odor. While cleaning, I noticed a figure peeking from outside the bathroom. When I turned around
, it vanished instantly. I mentally yelled, "Damn it!" I'd forgotten to close the door. And
who was that? Who else could it be but Mom?! Thinking this was bad… my weary body drifted off to sleep.
The next day, after school, I returned home to find Mom busy in the kitchen as usual. But today, she was wearing a
pink dress with a transparent lace back. I couldn't see anything in the front, but from the back, it was clear
she wasn't wearing a bra—just white panties. My penis stirred again; I had an urge to hug her from behind, but
reason prevailed over my animalistic instincts.
After washing my hands in the bathroom, I tentatively asked Mom, "My nose was bothering me last night, so I went to the bathroom
to trim my nose hairs, did you know?"
My mom coldly replied, "I don't know, I went to bed early."
The anxiety I'd felt since last night finally subsided. Seeing her indifferent reaction, I figured
I was just being paranoid. After dinner, when I came out of the bathroom, I saw my mom sprawled on the sofa. I called out, "
Mom, don't be so selfish and hogging the whole sofa!"
My mom lazily added, mimicking an eighteen-year-old's coquettish tone, "Oh... Mom's tired, can't I lie down
? Come on, you haven't massaged Mom in a while, my back is so sore, give Mom a massage."
Mom called, so I did as she said. As usual, I sat on her lap, but suddenly felt
something was off. Sitting like this wasn't a problem when I was little, but now it felt a little inappropriate. Oh well,
I didn't want to think about it anymore; I was already sitting there, so I just had to grit my teeth and continue...
While massaging, I kept asking if I was in the right place. Finally, my hand stopped on that chubby patch on her buttocks. My mom
said, "Stop massaging, it hurts a bit, let's rub it instead."
I did as she said. It was the first time I'd ever touched my mom's buttocks. I was excited but didn't dare to move too much. My mom
did have a great figure; even in her thirties, her buttocks were still incredibly firm. After about ten minutes, I heard rhythmic
moans coming from her. I knew she must have fallen asleep. I thought to myself, "Such a beautiful woman in front of me, how can I not try
? Would I be doing myself a disservice?" But I knew it was incest. I called out, "Mom, let me massage your back."
My mother didn't respond. Realizing she was indeed asleep, I finally convinced myself and grew bolder
. I reached my hands behind her back to her breasts, inhaling their fragrance as I caressed them.
Since she was sitting on my lap, my erect penis pressed against her crotch, and her nipples slowly hardened. I continued
to circle them with my fingers, and her breathing quickened, accompanied by soft
moans…
Finally, out of habit, I forcefully pressed her nipple down. My mother shuddered.
I was terrified, thinking she would wake up, and nervously withdrew my hands. After a long while, confirming she was still asleep
, and seeing it was getting late, I woke her up and told her to go to her room. She groggily got up and walked towards her room
, not forgetting to say, "Your room's air conditioner is broken. Come sleep on the floor tonight."
To be continued...
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PS: I struggled for two months before finally convincing myself to start writing. It took me ages to type out the part above
. Sometimes I feel like my writing skills are worse than an elementary school student's, so please forgive me. Some might say that
what I've said above isn't the main point or isn't explicit enough. I can say that the above is only one-seventh of the whole story.
Next, we'll get to the main part, and there's also a school theme, which I personally found very exciting.
But I'll still release it for you all to comment on. If you all think my writing is garbage,
I don't need to try to please you
. It's not nice to put in so much effort only to be met with criticism. My story has only one highlight: "A true personal experience."
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Part Two:
After hearing what my mother said, I felt like I was going to faint. I couldn't believe I'd encountered such a wonderful thing.
After quickly washing up, I rushed to my room, grabbed my bedding, and froze the
moment I entered my mom's room. She was sleeping on her side, her white panties clearly visible under her skirt. My penis hardened again.
After regaining my composure, I placed my bedding not far from the foot of her bed.
Since my mom usually sleeps with the light on, this angle allowed me to see her panties while I slept.
At 2 a.m., I tossed and turned in bed like a fish being fried, unable to sleep. It was all because I kept greedily peeking
at my mom; my penis was still hard. I thought to myself, "If I don't go to the bathroom tonight, I probably
won't be able to sleep until dawn."
Just as I stood up, my mom suddenly woke up and said, "What's wrong, Hao? Can't sleep? Come on,
hug Mom like you used to when you were little."
I mechanically followed the instructions, my hands stiffly holding my mother, who was lying on her side. My heart was pounding. Oh my god… I
was even less likely to sleep now. I maintained this position for about half an hour, and then I felt my right hand, which was holding my mother, gradually
losing feeling. I moved my right hand slightly, and it touched my mother's breast. Although it wasn't the first time I had touched
my mother's breast, it was enough to make my blood boil again.
I tentatively touched her breasts a few times, and after confirming that my mother didn't react, I became bolder. I
grabbed one of my mother's breasts and started kneading it. My mother's breasts were indeed a different level from my girlfriend's small breasts. My penis
instinctively pressed between my mother's legs and gently made thrusting motions. I was so nervous that I was sweating profusely, afraid that my mother would suddenly
wake up, and then this mess would be hard to explain.
Touching her breasts through her bra wasn't enough for me anymore. My right hand slowly lifted her skirt and slipped inside her panties.
So much hair, so warm. My classmate taught me that women only have two holes down there; the first is for intercourse, the second is...
I went straight to the point, my fingers landing right there. I touched her, and there she was—she was already soaking wet.
I quickly pulled down my own underwear and continued thrusting between her legs. The pleasure was much more direct
. I was probably afraid she'd wake up, so I only circled my fingers around the entrance. Suddenly, my penis was clamped between her legs
, and my hand, which was stroking her genitals, was grabbed. My movements must have been too rough; my mother woke up.
She shouted sternly, "Hao, what are you doing? I'm your mother! How can you do this? Do you know
what this is? It's incest! I'm your mother! How can you do such a thing?!
" Me: "Mom, I love you. Please give yourself to me."
Mom: "Let go! Pull that thing out..."
At that moment, I lost my mind, only my animalistic instincts remained. I gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, clamped her
genitals between my legs with my feet, and continued thrusting my penis between her legs.
I roared like a beast: "Ah...ah...so good...ah...Mom." I love you. I want to...
fuck you to death...
but all I got in return was my mom's crying!
After two minutes of thrusting, I ejaculated, my semen covering my mom's underwear and inner thighs.
My mom turned her back, wiped her tears with her hand, got up, went to the dressing table, and pulled out some tissues to wipe away the semen still remaining on
her genitals. I went over and tried to snatch the tissues from my mom's hand, saying, "Mom, it's all my fault, let me wipe it for you
.
" All I got in return was my mom forcefully pushing me away and yelling hoarsely, "Get away!"
My mom pushed me down, my head hitting the foot of the bed with a loud thud, and I
felt like I was going to faint. At that moment, Mom was stunned, calling my name repeatedly. I gradually regained consciousness and half-
jokingly said, "Mom, am I being a little...?"
Mom subconsciously glanced at my semi-erect penis (youth is great, it gets hard so easily), her face flushed
, and she covered her face, running to the bedside and sitting down, saying, "Don't catch a cold, hurry up and put on your pants."
Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to put on my pants. I stood up, about to walk to Mom's side.
Now, only she and her son, who was going through puberty and had just violated her, were in the room. But Mom seemed to
immediately realize something and said, "You should go back to your room and sleep. I won't be angry about what happened just now. I'll just consider it childish. Sigh... Is this some sin I committed in my past life 　　? How could I do such a thing
with my son ? 　　" Me: "Mom, have you ever liked me?" 　　Mom: "Of course, you're my son, of course I like you, but not the kind of liking you're thinking of." 　　I sat down next to Mom, still naked from the waist down. Mom turned her head away, not daring to look at me. I tentatively said, " 　　Mom, don't lie to yourself. You wear such sexy pajamas at home all day, are you trying to seduce me?" 　　From behind, I saw Mom pout her sexy lips and say, "Pervert, who's seduce you? Don't you know how shameless you are?" 　　I boldly hooked my left arm around Mom's slender waist and whispered seductively in her ear, "Mom, 　　haven't you been lonely these past few years since Dad passed away? How do you deal with that kind of thing? 　　" "Who says it can't be solved? I..." Mom started to say, then suddenly covered her mouth with her hand. 　　Me: "Mom, your reaction was so strong just now... just touching your breasts and you were already so wet down there, 　　hahaha..." 　　Mom: "Stop laughing at me." 　　Me: "Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore." Mom, please give me a chance to take care of you. You've worked so hard all these years. 　　A family should be the man's responsibility. From now on, I'll shoulder this burden. I don't want 　　the woman I love to suffer like this. (Good heavens, looking back now, a high school freshman carrying the weight of a family—how 　　could he say that?) Be my woman, I love you. 　　Mom turned to me with tears in her eyes and said, "Are you serious?" Hearing this made me so happy. You're 　　finally acting like a man. Mom loves you too, but we can't be together. We're mother and son; we can't be together 　　. If others find out about our incest, you'll never be able to hold your head up high again. 　　Looking into my mother's eyes, I could see the longing desire within her. I knew that saying anything more at this moment 　　would be futile. I kissed her lips deeply; they were so soft, and her breath smelled wonderful. 　　Thanks to my girlfriend's long-term training in kissing techniques, although it was my first time kissing my mother, I wasn't 　　awkward at all. After kissing her lips, I wanted to take it a step further and put my tongue into her mouth, but I was blocked. 　　I opened my eyes and saw that my mother was also kissing me passionately with her eyes closed. I continued 　　to push hard against the last line of defense in her mouth 　　with my tongue. After several rounds, I finally broke through the last barrier, and my tongue reached my mother's mouth. Our tongues intertwined, and sometimes I even sucked her tongue 　　into my mouth. My mother's saliva was sweet, and like a greedy little boy, I kept sucking 　　the sweet saliva from my mother's tongue. 　　I wrapped my arms around my mom's waist, and she reciprocated by hooking her arms around my neck, as if afraid I'd run 　　away. My right hand wasn't idle either; I slipped it inside her pajamas and grabbed her breast. My mom offered only minimal 　　resistance, but I ultimately succeeded. 　　Oh my god… I was dizzy with pleasure. It was the first time I'd touched my mom's breast without anything in between. I pinched her 　　nipple between two fingers and rubbed it rapidly, causing it to harden instantly. In my overwhelming excitement, I forgot to use my strength and accidentally 　　squeezed her breast too hard, hurting her. My mom let out a long cry: "Ahhhhhh!" 　　Our lips finally parted for the first time after half an hour. I asked my mom worriedly, "Mom, does it hurt?" 　　"I'm sorry." 　　My mom suddenly went limp and buried herself in my arms: "Silly child, I know you love Mom, 　　that's why I squeezed so hard." 　　Hearing my mother's words, I felt like I'd been injected with a stimulant. Holding her in my arms with my left hand, 　　I inserted my right hand directly into her underwear. She was already wet. My entire hand enveloped her genitals, but 　　this time I had a wicked idea. I used my middle finger to insert into her second hole. I then discovered that the second hole was very tight; I 　　had to use all my strength to insert even a small section of my finger. But my mother reacted as if she'd been electrocuted, then 　　pressed down on my right hand, saying like a wronged little girl, "Ah Hao, you can't touch that, it's dirty."

I teased, "Mom, so...where can I move?"
Mom pouted again and said, "You're so annoying. Don't pretend you don't understand me. I can tell you
're no ordinary person just from your kissing skills, hmph. Really...I'm going to sleep now."
Mom pretended to get up, but I wouldn't let her. I pressed her down and pulled my fingers out and inserted them back into
her vagina. It was so smooth and warm.
Mom sighed, "Phew...I haven't felt this way in years. It feels so good to have something plugging my vagina." "Okay
, but Ah Hao...be gentle, ah...be gentler...I can't take it so suddenly..."
Suddenly, Mom used her hand to cover my rock-hard penis: "Ah...ah...my child, you've grown so much
! I remember when you were little, it was only the size of a thumb. Oh...you always tell me to be gentle...ah!"
My mother screamed, then her vagina rhythmically tightened and loosened, sucking on my fingers, and more slippery fluid
flowed out. She gasped for breath, unaware that while she screamed, she had squeezed
my penis hard, hurting me, and it immediately went soft. After resting for half a minute, she reacted
like a little girl who had done something wrong, constantly soothing my penis with both hands, which made it hard again
. To lubricate it, she spat into her hand and then quickly stroked it,
looking at me with lustful eyes and saying, "Feels good, doesn't it... much better than doing it yourself, right?
" Me: "Mom...you...yesterday?"
Mom: "So what? Can't I see it? You're my son, I have a responsibility to keep an eye on your development
!"
Just then, I ejaculated without warning, my mother's face, hands, mouth...nothing was spared.
Mom: "Wow...that's quite a lot, youth is wonderful."
As Mom spat out the semen from her mouth and looked up at me,
I passed out because I had ejaculated twice that night, plus the lingering injury from hitting my head on the bedpost.
Part Three:
I woke up in the morning and found that I had slept in Mom's bed the night before. I turned around to look for Mom,
but the bed next to me was empty. I heard noises coming from the kitchen outside the room, so I lifted the covers to get up
, but then I realized I wasn't wearing anything underneath. I thought to myself that I had Mom's permission, but it's
better to be more discreet usually... Otherwise, walking out with a morning erection might scare Mom.
As usual, I stood at the kitchen doorway and saw Mom, but I froze. Mom
was dressed in a short-sleeved pajama top and pajama shorts, a far cry from her usual sexy attire at home. I called out
"Mom" from behind.
Mom replied coldly: "You're up? Go wash up, come out for breakfast later. Also, Mom has something
to tell you." After washing up, I sat down at the dining table. My mom sat down too, and I immediately felt the atmosphere was a bit
strange and awkward.
My mom spoke first: "I've thought about yesterday's events very clearly. We can't go on like this.
You're my son. When you grow up, you'll need to find a wife and have children. These are things I can't do. It's all
my fault. I didn't control myself properly and acted impulsively. I'm sorry, son, it's all my fault. It shouldn't
have been like this." My mom cried, covering her face with her hands, but tears kept flowing.
"Mom, I..." Just as I was about to get up to comfort my mom, she shouted: "Don't come any closer!
Don't touch me anymore!"
I said: "Mom, I love you. You did nothing wrong. We were fine last night, weren't we? Why are you like this today..."
My mom suddenly suppressed her emotions, reverting to her cold attitude, and said: "Go
to school after you finish breakfast. I don't want to talk about this anymore."
I reluctantly finished breakfast and went to school alone. On the way, I was wondering why my mom
had suddenly changed; she was completely different from last night. As I continued thinking, I remembered
the scene from yesterday where she had helped me masturbate. It was so memorable
… My penis immediately became hard again, but I was still on my way to school, and my school pants were making a little
tent. I had to use my backpack to cover it up to avoid embarrassment.
After a day of routine with my girlfriend at the station, I got home to find my mom still in her boring pajamas
, and the feeling of frustration returned. For the next two weeks, I barely spoke to my mom. She
deliberately avoided me, and there was no physical contact whatsoever. At night, she would go to her room early,
close the door, and lock it.
Every night, I could only fall asleep by masturbating while fantasizing about having sex with my mom.
The turning point came two weeks later.
When I got home, I was just about to throw away the masturbation paper I'd left under the bed yesterday when I crawled under the bed
and looked... where was it? Had it already disappeared this morning? Or had I never even masturbated yesterday? I
kept asking myself these questions. Finally, I convinced myself that I hadn't masturbated at all.
That night, after finishing my first time, I slowly fell asleep. In my dream, I saw my mother. She was still wearing a
sexy black see-through nightgown. After kissing and caressing, she was already wet down there. In the dream, I mustered up the courage to
ask her to penetrate me. She resisted like an 18-year-old girl, pouting and acting coquettishly. I
couldn't resist any longer, so I lifted my penis and inserted it into her vagina...
It was my first time (but it's a pity, it must have been a dream). It felt so warm and slippery, so real.
My mother was on top, and we were thrusting in and out in this face-to-face position. She moaned in a girlish voice:
"Ah... son, I want it, go deeper, oh... Mom loves you so much, come on, thrust faster, ah... Mom,
Mom, Mom is going to orgasm."
Wait a minute, why does the sound feel so real? Why does the warm feeling in my penis feel so real?
As my mind raced, I woke up. In the dim moonlight streaming into the room, I vaguely saw
someone sitting on my reclining body—no, more accurately, sitting on my penis. Judging from the moans
, I knew it was my mother. I wondered, why is Mom suddenly like this?
Although I was awake, I wasn't stupid enough to ruin this. I continued to pretend to sleep.
She placed her hands on my chest for support, her buttocks swaying against my genitals, her mouth saying: "Ah... son, ah
... you, ah... although that thing isn't long, it's very thick and hard, oh... it fills me up so much, Mom likes it so much
.
" Receiving my mother's approval, I felt my penis grow even larger.
After a while, my mother let out a long cry: "Ah..." Perhaps realizing her voice was indeed loud, she covered her 　　mouth
with her hand halfway through the cry . 　　Her body went limp against my chest, her vagina rhythmically contracting and relaxing, sucking my penis. My mother had an orgasm 　　, saying: "Son, I'm sorry, Mom loves you, Mom couldn't control herself. You've suffered so much these past few days 　　, Mom has thought it through, incest is incest, we can be together from now on." 　　I guessed Mom had finished resting and was about to get up to leave when I grabbed her waist with both hands and pushed 　　down, forcing my penis back into her vagina. Mom let out a long sigh and then 　　cried out, "Ah, son, why are you awake?" 　　Me: "I've been awake for a while." 　　Mom: "Ah, how could you do this?" 　　Me: "Yes, yes, I was wrong. I should have woken up earlier and pulled my thing out. I shouldn't have 　　made you feel so uncomfortable." 　　Mom: "You're so mean! You're laughing at me, aren't you?" 　　I teased, "But Mom... you're being so unfair. You've had your fun and you're just going to leave 　　me behind." 　　As I spoke, I forcefully lifted Mom's waist, putting her in a half-squatting position 　　, giving me enough space to thrust my penis upwards. 　　Me: "Mom, this is my first time. You have to take responsibility... you have to be my woman from now on." 　　Mom: You...you wish...ah...ouch...ah...oh... 　　The room was filled with Mom's moans and the "plop plop" sounds from her vagina. 　　But I found that this machine-like movement didn't bring me much pleasure, and it was incredibly tiring. 　　I pretended to be clueless and asked: Mom...this is so tiring. So this is what sex is like? Sigh... 　　I won't do it again, okay? 　　Mom: Are you trying to drive me crazy? Come on, help Mom lie down. 　　After Mom lay down, I climbed on top of her and helped her take off her pajamas. My hand grabbed Mom's breasts again and 　　found that her nipples were hard. I suddenly had the idea to suck on Mom's nipples, which resulted in Mom's even more wanton moans: 　　Oh...no...oh...you're so bad. 　　Oh... 　　After I sucked on her nipples, my mouth met Mom's soft lips again. Mom was afraid that I would run away, so 　　she held my neck tightly with both hands, and Mom's tongue actively intertwined with mine. My penis kept thrusting against my mother's genitals, but I couldn't find the vaginal opening 　　. 　　Frustration returned . 　　My mother clearly noticed something was wrong: "You naughty boy, are you teasing me?" 　　Me: "I, I, it's my first time, I really don't know how, Mom... please help me." 　　Mom: "Hahaha... you can do it! Just beg me, hahaha..." 　　I silenced her laughter with my mouth, my right hand continuing its assault on her breasts. Finally, my mother used her hand to guide my 　　penis to the vaginal opening. Without a word, I thrust forward relentlessly. 　　Mom: "Gently... oh... you're hurting me... oh..." 　　Me: "You were laughing at me, weren't you? I'll teach you a lesson. Come on, call me husband. 　　" Mom: "Husband... oh... dear son... son husband... I love you... deeper... ah!" 　　Finally, I ejaculated, my hot semen shooting into my mother's vagina. I collapsed weakly on top of my mother, panting 　　heavily. 　　After a long while, I said: "Mom, is it okay if I ejaculated inside?" 　　Mom, panting, said, "It's okay, Mom took precautions." 　　Me: "Mom...you just said you'd thought it through, that you want to have incest with me, that you want to be together in the future, is that true 　　?" 　　Mom: "Silly child, I said it and did it, how could it be false?" 　　Finally, I hugged my mother's naked body, her hand grasping one breast, and fell asleep again. 　　To be continued...

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