My Romance with My Mother

Before I tell you how I became the new man in my mother's sex life, let me tell you some background about my
family .
My parents had a happy and fulfilling sex
life , but when my father climbed to a leadership position in his company, work became his entire life, which greatly
damaged his marriage. When I was almost seventeen, my father was assigned to manage the second shift of production at the factory. Of course,
his salary increased accordingly, but so did his responsibilities. This meant he had to
work from 3:30 pm to midnight, and overtime was always possible. He also had to attend meetings on Saturdays, and sometimes he had to
visit other production sites on his days off. He came home very late, often not going to bed until the early hours of the morning, and most of the time he
looked exhausted.
My father is definitely a hardworking and responsible person; he always puts 110% of his energy and
time into his work. But we weren't short of money, and I really didn't understand
why he was so busy working all day without having time to enjoy life.
At home, Dad felt increasingly superfluous. He and Mom became more and more incompatible, and Dad couldn't participate in almost
anything . Their sex life had practically ceased to exist. However, Mom was a
woman who enjoyed sex (I only learned this later), and in the first few months, she tried to arouse
Dad . Sometimes she would dress very sexily and wait until late at night until Dad came home, but he always
disappointed her. This wasn't his fault; he was simply too tired to do anything else. In the afternoons, he
was always busy preparing for his evening work, neglecting Mom. Occasionally, on Sundays, they would have sex, but it
was always a quick and superficial affair. Gradually, Mom gave up, becoming quiet and withdrawn, and
Dad, busy with work, obviously didn't realize this.
To be fair, if you paid a little attention, you would find that my mother was actually a very beautiful woman. And
the "woman" I'm referring to isn't the petite, beautiful, but simple-minded
woman that's popular these days.
My mother is not short, standing 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing 140 pounds. She has round, firm breasts, a full and shapely bottom,
a firm and upright buttock, rounded and full thighs, well-
defined . When she smiles, deep dimples appear on her cheeks. Combined with her straight nose, bright mouth, bright
dark brown eyes, and soft, wavy tawny hair, she is stunning, especially to me
. The reason for this detailed description is simply to tell you that my mother is a great beauty; wherever
she goes, she is the center of attention.
As for myself—the last member of this family—at the time, I was just a high school freshman,
a model student in the traditional sense. My grades were outstanding, and I was also an excellent athlete,
especially fond of football, and a member of the school team. I was 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighed 175 pounds,
muscular and athletic, and the second fastest on the team. However, I have some social problems.
For example, I hate having boring conversations with others, and I feel awkward and unsure of
what to say when facing girls. Although I have a strong desire for the opposite sex, I often hide this longing.
I have had experience dating women before, having had two girlfriends in total.
The first girl was the kind of woman who only wanted to dominate men and boss them around. During our relationship,
she was always finding fault with me, finding fault with everything I did. Fortunately, I quickly grew tired of her.
I admit she was a good kissing partner; the only thing I remember about her was that she liked to kiss, but I
never considered entering her world. Now she's married to a lewd
man to time, so of course she has no right
to tell him what to do. The second girl was a shy, short girl, at least to me. It took me a
long time to teach her how to kiss. Although she learned diligently, seemed to like me, and slowly learned to enjoy
kissing, she was still very sensitive. The moment I carelessly touched her breasts, she would
scream and threaten to tell her parents. There was no way to stop our relationship. Later,
a playboy at our school got her, and she quickly became a slut,
available . Once, she hinted that she would be happy to cooperate if I wanted her, but I had
lost all interest in any part of her body. I wouldn't waste my passion and semen on a promiscuous woman.
Okay, enough rambling, let's get back to the point.
I, a hot-blooded young man, not bad-looking, could only cope with my many sexual frustrations through
masturbation. My mother, a beautiful woman with a strong sex drive, was neglected by her work-obsessed husband
. I often had many fantastical and vivid sexual fantasies, and the most frequent
object of these fantasies was my beautiful and sexy mother. Think about it: your husband and father are away from home most of the time, leaving
two lonely, sexually frustrated people to spend the nights alone. And you have a very obvious solution—indeed, very
obvious —incest (if you approve of it). It seems like the most natural thing to do.
But sometimes, things don't go as planned.
I approve of incest, at least in that sense. I don't think incest is immoral. In traditional
thought, incest is condemned, but I believe that in family relationships, the relationship between parents and children is closer than
anyone . Blood ties make them rely on each other, and it's natural for them to have feelings for each other,
and it's not impossible for it to develop into a sexual relationship.
Honestly, I thought about it, but I never imagined it would actually happen, even though I'd
dreamt of it countless times with my beautiful mother, and I eagerly hoped that one day it would come true. But
when it came to putting it into practice, I was at a loss. I spent a long time observing and thinking, and finally
came to an unbelievable conclusion: my mother had always been interested in me—sexually.
Realizing this, although not entirely sure, I decided to make my move. From premeditated, simple banter
to subtle flirting, everything unfolded so naturally and gradually. I knew my mother
wasn't , even doubting her own attractiveness, all because of my father's coldness towards her. Therefore, I...
I started trying to cheer her up with praise, letting her know how beautiful and
charming . At first, I was clumsy, often failing to express myself clearly, and frequently blushing because of saying the wrong thing. But Mom always
understood me quickly. I could tell she liked it; she knew I was sincere, even though my
words didn't sound as eloquent as those of orators. She could understand the meaning behind my words.
With each compliment, my eloquence improved, and my words became sweeter, often
earning a warm hug as a reward.
I began spending more time at home with Mom, comforting her when her husband neglected her. We
talked about everything . From our conversations, I learned about Mom's life experiences in her youth, all her interests, hobbies, and
dreams. Mom was no longer as aloof and distant as before, but now
so , like an interesting friend, deeply attracting me. I discovered I could talk to her about anything,
even things I never dared to say to anyone else. To be honest, although I often
go to the movies and play games with a group of friends, I've never had any real friends. Now, my mother
has become my closest friend, and I feel both confused and fulfilled about this relationship. We watch TV together, play cards,
and occasionally go out for meals or concerts. I often help my mother with housework, cooking, or cleaning up the dishes, and I even do
her laundry. However, I've always had an extremely strong desire for her body, and this desire is growing stronger every day.
I can only barely suppress this unhealthy desire through frequent masturbation and having passionate sex with her in my dreams. I
've tried to peep at my mother while she showers, but her bathroom is in her room, and I have no
chance unless she leaves the door open. However, facing my mature and sexy mother
every day , I feel my self-control rapidly declining, and I'm getting closer and closer to the brink of collapse
. However, on the other hand, I also appreciate our current close friendship.
I can sense that Mom greatly admires me as her companion. She seems more relaxed and
happier , and loves life more. She seems unwilling
to discuss her growing distance from Dad, and has given up trying to change it. She often tells me about her relationship with Dad, from their
first meeting to their falling in love and finally marriage, indirectly, subtly, and implicitly making me understand that she has lost
the sex life they once shared and cherished. Whenever this happens, she gently shakes her head, looking melancholy,
telling me how much she longs for someone to comfort her and talk to her. Every time, I almost blurt out
, "Mom, let me take Dad's place and be with you," but I always swallow the words back. I hate my
cowardice and weakness; I'm so useless.
Now Mom is starting to care about her appearance again. She's started using cosmetics again, getting a
fashionable hairstyle, and paying attention to her clothes. She often wore faded jeans and a
loose-fitting fitting short-sleeved t-shirt, as if showing off her dazzlingly beautiful thighs, her prominent,
full, and alluring breasts, and her curvaceous figure. Later, as the weather warmed and summer arrived, she
wore a very daring and revealing golf skirt, something I had never seen her dressed like before.
All of made me incredibly aroused, especially when I caught a glimpse of her white underwear.
Of course, these changes gave me more opportunities to praise her, sometimes even in a rather unrestrained and cheesy way, but
honestly , I genuinely appreciated her transformation. My mother, on the other hand, was clearly more delighted by my praise and would take the opportunity
to hug and cuddle me as a reward.
My mother increasingly tended to use her body to suggest how much she loved her son. This
game of push and pull continued, intoxicating me. Each embrace made my desire burn
as . Our hugs became more and more frequent, and my longing for the future grew stronger. There were
things I'd never experienced before; I wasn't a child anymore. Every morning before school,
I hugged my mother goodbye, and when I came home, I was greeted with another warm hug
. We'd hug each other and say goodnight and good morning. When I greeted her, I received a hug; when I helped her with chores,
another .
Gradually, kisses were added to the hugs. At first, we limited ourselves to fleeting
kisses on the cheek, but soon they developed into deep kisses, and eventually, naturally, into mouth-to-mouth contact. So I
started actively seeking out these kisses I longed for, instead of just waiting for them to come.
For example, after dinner, while clearing the table, I'd seize the opportunity to hug my mother, give her a kiss, and
tell her how sweet it was. When she tried on new clothes, I'd pretend to observe intently,
then let out an envious whistle, hug her tightly, and give her an eager kiss. As time
went on , these kisses gradually became gentler and sweeter. I think that if we didn't sleep in separate beds, my mother and I
would look like a very happy couple.
My love for my mother grew stronger every day, and my desire for her alluring body also became stronger.
You might think that my mother would explicitly express her love for me, but unfortunately, that never
happened. I could only try to understand, test, and feel my mother's love through observation, speculation, and physical contact. If I
misunderstood my mother's meaning and acted rashly, and was kicked out of bed by her, guess what the consequences would be? A woman's heart is
the most unpredictable thing. Fortunately, my mother gave me many hints, but I didn't know which hints might bring me
good luck . However, my mother gradually stopped hiding and no longer concealed her sexy and alluring body. She often
wore a semi-transparent robe in the morning, and also developed
the habit , or letting me vaguely see her close-fitting underwear. At these times, I could clearly
see her erect nipples, and sometimes I could even see her dark pubic hair through the thin silk.
Sometimes, when I passed by her bedroom at night on my way to the kitchen to get something to eat, I would see her alone in her pajamas.
These silk pajamas obviously couldn't conceal her body, and I could clearly see the beautiful
curves of my mother's body.
So captivating! It's good to be alive! Although I couldn't truly experience pleasure, it was still a feast for the eyes.
Twice I saw my mother completely naked, and she clearly intended for me to see.
Once, when I came home from school and was going up the stairs, my footsteps were a little louder—I wasn't sneaking up the stairs—and then...
Then Mom suddenly appeared in the stairwell, completely naked, her full breasts and thick, hairy
pubic area fully exposed to me. I was startled, my eyes involuntarily fixed on her proudly erect
breasts and her bushy pubic area. But Mom seemed even more "surprised," saying, "Oh, I didn't know you were home."
She didn't seem in a hurry to cover herself; instead, she deliberately turned around seductively, allowing my lustful
eyes to feast on her alluring buttocks, before slowly walking back to her room.
Another time, the bathroom door was open, and I went in to find Mom inside, having just undressed, her body
completely naked; clearly, she was about to take a shower. I was instantly embarrassed, stammering an apology
before my face flushed. "It's alright, darling," Mom didn't seem angry, "I
forgot to close the door." She was no longer trying to hide her sexual desires—that was good! I
was quite satisfied . The only odd thing about this was that my parents' room also had a separate bathroom, where Mom
had always showered.
As I said, Mom started wearing very short golf skirts (she doesn't like playing golf),
but only at home and after Dad went out. That day she wore one that
barely covered her hips, and when she sat down, her beautiful thighs were completely exposed,
her white panties always peeking through—I noticed they were always white. Mom became increasingly careless about her posture;
she sat opposite me, her thighs sometimes brazenly spread open, sometimes her knees bent, her legs parted,
revealing everything under her skirt, seemingly oblivious to the lustful gleam in her son's eyes.
White panties frequently entered and exited my field of vision. Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, it was enough for me to clearly see
the style of the panties: a transparent, high-waisted white panty that allowed a clear view of the
alluring black pubic area.
I stared greedily at that dazzling black area, when suddenly my mother seemed to see right through me
, giving me a flirtatious and alluring glare that startled me. But she didn't seem angry; instead, she sat down beside me, staring at me
with ill intent , gently stroking my head. A familiar yet unfamiliar feminine scent wafted into my
nose, instantly making my whole body tremble with excitement. I only hoped that my mother truly desired me,
and that I could have my way. My mother was so close,
almost within reach. I wanted to suddenly pin her down, but at that moment, I was at a loss, unsure of
what to do next. If I were to make a move on my mother, only to find it was just wishful thinking
, it could potentially ruin the hard-won good relationship we'd built. I didn't want
that to happen. After all, she's my mother, and morally, I couldn't do anything inappropriate to her unless
she initiated it or there was some further intimacy.
(Later, I learned that she was also very conflicted at the time, trying hard to restrain herself from crossing that
line that could forever change our lives.)
Nothing happened that day. I was somewhat disappointed, but also relieved. I longed to cross that line, yet I was also
afraid of it.
Another evening, I was lying on the carpet watching TV, casually placing the newspaper I'd finished reading on the floor beside me.
My mother came over, wanting to pick out a few pages. She bent over, half-kneeling on the floor, her back to me, legs spread, her full
buttocks right in front of me, within reach. She was wearing a golf skirt, and her white panties barely covered her tight buttocks.
Through the white, transparent panties, I could clearly see the outline of her thick labia. As I
stared at them, lost in thought, imagining the wonderful sensation of rubbing and grinding my penis against them, I suddenly noticed
my mother peeking at me through the gap between her legs with a half-smile. I immediately turned my head away as if electrocuted, my face flushing red with embarrassment.
My mother didn't say anything, continuing to read her newspaper as if nothing had happened, while I, like a thief, would steal glances at her ample bosom every now and then,
until she finished reading and sat back on the sofa. Only then did I realize she was barely suppressing a laugh, seemingly quite
pleased. It turned out my mother had planned this all along, only I, the pathetic onlooker, got the benefit.
When it came time to say goodnight, my mother's kiss was exceptionally gentle and lingering, lasting twice as long as usual
, almost like a passionate kiss between lovers. I can swear her tongue tentatively darted in twice.
She seemed very reluctant to part with me; I was certain she really wanted me to stay with her all night, but
I hesitated. I was afraid that once things started, they would get out of control. Although in my dreams I can
do anything with my mother in bed, I wouldn't hesitate to give her everything I have, and she would
reciprocate with her passion and even her body,
in real life I can't. I'm not entirely sure what my mother is thinking. Ah, my
dream! I'm going crazy. That night, I masturbated all night alone.
The next morning, I got up, took a shower, and surprisingly felt great. While I was shaving, I heard
my father drive away. It was Saturday, and I knew he wouldn't be back tonight because he had
a long meeting at nine o'clock the next morning. Poor Dad. After shaving, I went downstairs for breakfast. My mother
came in quickly, wearing another golf skirt (I knew she must have put it on after Dad left)
and a t-shirt, without a bra underneath.
My God, she looked so hot and radiant, and I was only wearing shorts.
I couldn't take it anymore ; my penis started to slip out of my control. She made me my favorite pancakes, and I sat
down. She carried the pancakes to my right, placed them on my plate, and brought them to my side.
Everything was so natural, completely unpretentious. I reached my right hand between her legs and gently
stroked the inside of her thigh. She stiffened abruptly, staring into my eyes, her dark brown eyes suddenly
radiating a dazzling flame of desire. I knew what to do next.
Like an electric shock,
the was indescribable. We both remained frozen for a while, waiting for what would happen next.
Well, I'd done what I needed to do. I'd broken the ice, pierced the
thin veil between us; I had no choice but to move forward. At this point, if I were to back down as I had in the past
, I wouldn't be a man.
So I began to stroke the inside of my mother's soft thighs, slowly moving from her knees up to the groin
where her thighs meet.
My mother's breathing immediately quickened, but she didn't stop me. Instead, she
slowly, slowly placed the pan of pancakes on the table, showing no intention of leaving me, simply standing there letting me caress her body
.
Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer, gently wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing my penis against her left breast,
breathing rapidly. I guessed she was also somewhat afraid of what was about to happen.
For a long time, I simply patted and stroked my mother's alluring thighs, and my mother simply gently
held my neck. My left hand also rested on my mother's thigh, stroking her thighs with both hands.
My left hand slowly moved upwards along the outside of my mother's thigh, and soon I reached
the height , but unexpectedly, what I touched was soft, warm skin—it was unbelievable. My
left hand continued to roam over her buttocks, finally realizing that my mother
wasn't wearing underwear at all!
My mother, unable to bear my caresses, let out a groan, pressing my head tightly against her soft, firm
breasts.
My right hand wasn't idle either, moving deeper into the inside of her thigh, very carefully approaching
the area I had longed for day and night. My mother quickly moved her right leg aside, opening her thighs to facilitate the exploration of her beloved
son eager hand.
I tentatively reached my hand towards my mother's genitals, touching soft pubic hair. A little further, my hand
touched her vulva, and I gently, tenderly caressed her warm, moist labia.
The feeling at that moment was like returning to a place I knew so well. I swear, from
the day until now, I never imagined that one day I could caress my own mother's
vulva like a lover; that was only a privilege of my dreams.
It was all like a dream.
As if in response to me, as my hand touched my mother's vulva, her body trembled
violently . She then suddenly and quickly pulled off her t-shirt, facing me directly, yanking her golf skirt
over her head, and pressing my face against her bare, soft, and full breasts. My hands continued their
roaming over her alluring body. My left hand teased her labia, while my right hand vigorously rubbed her buttocks. I seemed to
be driven only by instinct.
I parted her labia and inserted my fingers; it was already soaking wet, with vaginal fluid constantly flowing
out .
My mother, panting heavily, guided my mouth to lick her nipples. Without her prompting,
I instinctively used the tip of my tongue to gently flick her erect nipples back and forth, lightly biting the base with my teeth,
then passionately sucking and gently biting her full, high breasts.
Mom was clearly most averse to my little finger movements underneath her; her hips began to sway rhythmically from side to side,
protesting my illegal intrusion. Her vagina was already very lubricated, and my fingers encountered no resistance at all
.
Finally, Mom couldn't suppress her physical urges and couldn't help but cry out, "God, it's so wonderful,
darling! Don't stop, don't..." Heaven knows, I had no intention of stopping at all; I only wanted to
go further , and this thought had driven me crazy.
My mouth greedily searched between her breasts, while my fingers continued to tease Mom's vulva.
"Oh...oh...God!" Mom moaned, her body seemingly melting,
trembling from the continued passion.
"Oh...oh oh...God! So...so...darling! Oh...ah...so...so beautiful!
" If you've never put your fingers inside your mother's vagina or pressed your face against her bare
breasts , I guarantee you've never experienced the most wonderful sexual pleasure in the world.
Oh, my penis can't hold back anymore; it's about to burst through my shorts.
Suddenly, Mom left the table and dragged me away.
"Hurry up, baby!" she commanded, "Take off your pants!"
At the same time, she quickly unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, while I, with the fastest
speed I'd ever been, ripped off my extra shorts, revealing my ugly, swollen, purplish, hot, thick penis.
"Oh my God, it's huge!"
she exclaimed,
surprised . But she quickly turned around, leaning against the counter with her back to me, thrusting her arrogant buttocks in front of me.
“Here, baby,”
she said impatiently, “Quick, quick, insert it into Mommy from behind.”
I stared in awe at my mother’s beautiful, snow-white, full buttocks. I swear, I desperately
wanted to do as she instructed, but I had never seen a woman’s vulva before, had no idea
how it was structured, and had never even inserted my penis into a girl’s body from the front, let alone from behind
. How was I supposed to do it?
My mother reached back and grabbed my penis again.
“Come on, baby!” she urged, “I want your penis in right now!”
She leaned her upper body against the counter, raising her buttocks, urging me to hurry up.
I couldn’t care less. I walked between her wide-open legs, straightened my penis, aimed at her buttocks,
gritted my teeth, and thrust forward. Surprisingly, my penis entered my mother’s vagina smoothly.
God, what a feeling!
I felt my mother’s warm flesh walls tightly surrounding my penis, and I was so excited I almost jumped up.
“Baby, push it in,” Mom cried, “I need your big cock to fuck Mom hard.”
So I thrust my cock in, and Mom arched her buttocks back until my cock was completely
buried in her juicy, lovely pussy.
“Oh…it’s so beautiful, baby!” Mom murmured, “Fuck me, fuck me hard…
fuck your mom to death with your dear big cock .
” I gladly obeyed and began to thrust my cock in and out, and she rhythmically moved her buttocks to match my movements.
It was a wonderful experience. Mom’s beautiful, dazzling buttocks swayed lasciviously under my fierce thrusts,
intensely stimulating my nerves, and an uncontrollable sense of conquest and satisfaction welled up in my heart—Mom is mine
, I am Mom’s man.
I leaned forward, freeing one hand to grasp her breast, kneading and squeezing it hard. And Mom had…
She rhythmically pushed her breasts towards my hands, then freed one hand to find her clitoris. I could feel
her fingers and my penis moving in and out of her vagina together.
I was glad Mom knew how to use her fingers to stimulate her clitoris, because it would accelerate her orgasm, and I
felt I couldn't last much longer. I had already far exceeded my expectations, perhaps thanks to
last night's masturbation.
Soon Mom's breathing became more and more rapid, like a female dog in heat, and her movements became more and more intense.
"Oh... God... Baby! Oh... Oh... I'm going to die... Mom is going to die of pleasure! Baby,
my dear husband, my good husband, your big penis is so powerful, Mom is going to die! Oh oh... Oh... Oh...
Oh!... Fuck... Fuck me hard... Fuck Mom to death...
Ah..." In my memory, I had never heard Mom say such lewd and wanton things, not even when I eavesdropped on
Dad and Mom making love, she had never been so wanton.
You can imagine how excited I was when I heard such wanton moans.
Even in my countless absurd fantasies, I never imagined that my seemingly traditional mother
was so passionate about sex, that such an astonishing passion simmered within her.
I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusts, and soon, my mother's vagina began to contract violently, tightly
sucking my penis.
"Oh...God...God...Child, quick...quick...I'm almost there! I'm almost there...coming...coming
..." my mother screamed, her hips swaying wildly. I had to hold her buttocks tightly to prevent my penis
from slipping out.
I thrust into my mother's body with all my might, penetrating to the deepest part of her. I felt
my glans begin to heat up, on the verge of collapse, a desire to explode filling my entire body.
I roared, "I'm coming!"
In an instant, I violently ejaculated all my love and desire into my mother's convulsing vagina
.
At that moment, my mother suddenly stopped moving, completely frozen, her body
trembling violently without her noticing.
My semen gushed continuously into my mother's uterus.
I held her trembling body tightly, my abdomen pressed against her slightly shaking buttocks,
feeling the warmth of her body.
The convulsions continued.
Finally, I stopped ejaculating, and my mother let out a long breath, collapsing heavily onto the counter. I
lay half-reclined behind her.
When we both came to our senses, our breathing was still catching in our throats. My penis hadn't fully shrunk;
it was still inside my mother's warm vagina, and I could still feel
the slight .
Thank God, I thought, I had truly slept with my beloved mother.
My long-held desire had miraculously come true, even more than I had ever dreamed of. And
this moment had arrived so suddenly; I had never felt so happy and blissful.
After a while, my mother stood up, and my penis slid out of her vagina with a "plop."
Mom turned around, her eyes brimming with barely suppressed lust, and smiled at me, revealing her teeth: "Oh, child,
what a wonderful lovemaking experience!"
My penis was still dripping with semen, the thick fluid running down Mom's thighs, but she
didn't seem to care . I immediately realized that Mom actually quite enjoyed this messy stuff during sex.
Thinking about that crazy moment just now, and how it was my first time, and how
passionate , my penis involuntarily hardened again.
Mom gripped my now erect and vibrant penis tightly, watching in amazement.
“That damn monster’s trying to get going again!” she exclaimed gleefully. “That’s exactly what I need.”
How could I say no to such a long-deprived, wanton middle-aged woman?
Mom made me lie down on a chair, then straddled me, straightened my large penis,
positioned it against her still-dripping vulva, lowered herself, and completely swallowed my penis with her warm, juicy flesh.
Then she leaned down, wrapped her arms around my neck, rubbed her large, soft, full breasts against my chest, and
covered my mouth with her sexy, moist lips.
We kissed passionately and wildly, Mom’s tongue darting in, our tongues intertwining passionately and tightly
, desperately demanding from each other.
God, I felt like I was in heaven.
After a while, Mom straightened up, reached behind her onto the dining table, dipped some jam into my plate,
and then held her finger in front of me. I opened my mouth, wanting to suck on her finger, but she said, “No, close your
mouth.” I did as she said.
She smeared jam on my lips and then licked it clean.
"Ah!" she whispered in my ear, "My lovely, fucking-mommy's big-cocked son has a mouth
as ."
Then she dipped more jam in and smeared it on my face, from my forehead to my chin, not even
sparing my ears.
Then she carefully licked it clean again.
She kept moaning, sounding like a kitten in heat.
Her body rose and fell, working hard on my penis, and our joined bodies played a joyful
melody, making "plop, plop" sounds.
Even now, I still can't quite believe it's real. I'm like someone immersed in a ridiculous, blissful,
erotic dream, unable to extricate myself, yet it's all completely and absolutely real.
If you, like me, yearn for your mother, simply imagine her sitting on your lap,
frantically stroking your penis, her naked breasts rubbing against your chest, her soft tongue lightly licking your
cheeks.
What could be more alluring than that, man?
Mom poured more jam into the plate, this time smearing it on her face.
"Alright, my little man, now it's your turn."
I happily began licking Mom's beautiful face, making her giggle and wriggle her alluring
waist to dodge my advances.
I slowly licked her eyes and forehead, nose and chin, her cheeks and smiling lips.
I loved this game, especially with my penis still throbbing inside her.
Next, Mom smeared jam all over her breasts, arching her back to make her full breasts stand erect.
I kissed her entire body; her skin was so smooth, soft, and supple. Then I
focused on her firm, full breasts, sucking and gently biting her already
erect nipples, just like when I was a newborn.
Mom said excitedly, "I want to lower my body a little so you can penetrate me more easily."
But then she exclaimed, "Oh, how stupid of me! Let's do something sweeter!"
She suddenly leaned back, almost pulling my penis out of her vagina. Then she smeared jam on my
penis and the sides of her labia.
"Want some butter?"
Mom said, scooping a small spoonful of butter from the plate and using it to thickly coat our genitals
.
"Okay, that's fine." Then she thrust her hips forward again, allowing my penis to slide in once more.
"Quick!" she said, "Let's go all out!"
Mom started moving up and down again, and I gave up the initiative, completely letting her do as she pleased.
Mom was truly a beauty, an excellent sexual partner, with a wealth of sexual experience, knowing how to
make a man happy.
I felt so sorry for my father; he missed out on the most wonderful thing in the world. I was so lucky.
My mother would occasionally press her full breasts against my chest or gag me.
When she leaned back, her large breasts would bounce excitedly, and I could see my genitals
moving in and out of her hairy vulva.
The jam and butter bubbled from the intense friction, mixing with my first ejaculation. I wondered
what they tasted like—perhaps a completely new taste, a blend of jam, butter
, and semen.
"Oh, damn it!" my mother muttered. "It's coming again. I wasn't like this before."
My mother's face twitched, her expression changing from a smile to a mixture of extreme pain and pleasure.
It looked like my mother was about to climax again.
Perhaps because it had been a long time since she had sex, her climax came particularly quickly.
She began to breathe rapidly, her words incoherent, interspersed with excited shouts and obscene language. I wasn't
much better off.
“Oh, baby! I love you… I love your big cock!… Good son… Good son… No…
My dear husband… Good brother…
I want you to fuck Mommy’s cunt hard… Oh… I can’t take it anymore… Faster… Harder… Good…
Good… Darling… Mommy’s cunt is about to be torn apart by you… Oh… Oh… Oh oh…
Oh oh oh… You rascal… You scoundrel… You naughty son who fucks Mommy… Oh… So… So beautiful… Good
son
… You’re making Mommy so happy… Oh oh… My most… most… most beloved son… So good
…
You’re making Mommy feel so good.
I started to thrust upwards hard to keep up with Mommy’s increasingly frantic movements. Mommy became even more incoherent:
“Oh… Sweetheart… Baby… Darling… Fuck Mommy hard… Fuck Mommy hard with your big cock, your big meat stick
… Oh… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck me…
Oh… Oh… Ah…” My mother's movements grew larger and more intense. Her face
flushed as if she were drunk, her expression contorted in pain. She looked terrible, but
I felt she was at her most beautiful at that moment.
I couldn't hold back any longer; I was about to explode.
In an instant, I ejaculated a second time.
I poured my hot, thick, viscous semen deep into my mother's convulsing vaginal walls.
Only then did my mother's face relax. Her mouth opened wide in helplessness, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling,
her full breasts heaving with each thrust.
I pounded into her body violently until I ejaculated my last drop.
The frenzied lovemaking ended, and my mother collapsed, trembling. In her arms,
we held each other until our breathing calmed down a bit. Mom seemed much better, though she still moaned occasionally
.
My penis was still inside her vagina; I could feel the aftershocks of her intense orgasm.
We were both soaked, sweat mingling with each other, and semen mixed with jam and butter dripped from the chair
onto the floor.
I was exhausted, feeling weak all over, but filled with a feeling of happiness and joy.
My penis had shrunk a little, but it still filled Mom's lovely vagina.
Finally, Mom stretched and sat up.
She looked at me tenderly and said in a very soft voice, "I love you, my dear child.
Nothing in this world is more important to me than you. Today is the happiest day of my life, and I will never
forget it ." Then she
gently kissed me.
Although I was still immersed in the afterglow of the pleasure we had just shared, savoring the wonderful things my mother and I had done,
I knew I should tell her how I felt about her.
I'm not a good speaker, and I stammered and rambled on, but I was sure she understood
.
I told her how much I had wanted her all these years, and she said she had known for a long time that
I was aware of my unusual behavior and that I often secretly watched her. But she was pleased and satisfied with her
attraction to her son.
Later, she felt the repressed flame in her heart being ignited by her son's lustful eyes, and she had also
indulged in this perverse thought for a long time. She struggled with the thought, but finally succumbed and began masturbating, imagining
her son was having sex with her. Now, she only hoped to quickly adapt to this incestuous feeling so that we could continue
our spiritual exchange and no longer waste our precious time.
We promised each other that this was just the beginning of love. I sincerely assured my mother that she was my all-consuming love, and
my mother promised me that from now on, as long as I liked her, her love and body would be offered to me at any time.
This was more intoxicating than any vow of eternal love.
Finally, my mother reluctantly left my embrace and cleaned herself of the filth.
The result of our frenzied lovemaking was that our genitals were very dirty.
My mother cleaned the filth from my penis with her hands, and then, to my surprise, licked it with her mouth.
"Hey! That's great," she exclaimed. "You try it too."
She pressed my head against her vulva, and I eagerly licked
the filth , licking it incessantly.
Mom was right, it tasted really good, but that alone wouldn't make me lick it. The most important thing was that I could
savor and feel Mom's pleasurable, beautiful vulva, letting her know how much her son loved
her and how intensely he needed every part of her body.
I appreciated the ticklish feeling of Mom's thick pubic hair on my nose. I definitely
wouldn't . I prefer truly mature and sexy women, not innocent and cute little girls.
Mom's pubic hair was dark brown, thick and curly, covering Mom's full, mounded vulva. Her swollen,
moist labia looked like a beautiful landscape.
Mom sat up against the table, letting me rest my head on her open thighs. I became restless, teasing,
licking, and sucking Mom's lovely vulva with my tongue, probing inside.
Mom held my head with both hands, guiding me and encouraging me to continue. Her moans and lewd words told me
how much she enjoyed my enthusiastic and attentive service.
In just a short while, Mom began to writhe impatiently, screaming as she rubbed her thick pubic hair against my
face, pressing her soft, wet vulva tightly against my mouth as I worked so hard, almost suffocating me. She pressed my
head so tightly against the base of her thighs that I could barely breathe.
I loved the feeling, the scent, the taste, her pubic hair, her moist, slippery
labia , her heaving abdomen.
Suddenly, Mom squeezed her thighs together, clamping my ear between them, and I could hear the uncontrollable passion
and restlessness within her body.
My face was covered in the mixture of our love.
Ah, heaven had been kind to me. For a young man who had never had any sexual experience, I had enjoyed
the experience of making love to my mother from behind, and I had also enjoyed the wonderful feeling of entering her body from the front. Now I could also
freely lick and suck my mother's beautiful vulva. Nothing could be more satisfying than this.
In just over an hour, I had transformed from a naive, disillusioned virgin into a man with
rich sexual experience, fully enjoying the wonderful experience of sex between men and women.
And the culprit behind all this was a great mother.
Her breathing quickened again. She straddled me once more, holding me tightly, her full
breasts pressed against my chest. My penis was as hard as iron, yearning only to penetrate her again.
She was panting, clearly not yet recovered. It seemed that her long-awaited abstinence, coupled with such intense
stimulation , was overwhelming, a little too much for my passion.
I thought that when she was with Dad, she must never have experienced such intense lovemaking. I
ejaculated so much semen, yet it still felt like I wasn't satisfied.
So we sat there, embracing each other, listening to each other's heartbeats, motionless.
The living room was quiet, only her panting could be heard.
After a long while, her panting subsided, and I began a new round of action.
I gently stroked my mother's back, from her shoulders down to her hips, and then to her thighs.
Her body trembled slightly where I touched her. I loved this feeling, because sitting on my lap was my
own mother, my blood relative, and she looked so sexy and beautiful.
Oh God, how much I love my beautiful, sexy mother!
After a long while, my mother sighed contentedly, leaning back on the table, a happy smile on her lovely face.
Seeing the mess on my face, she burst into laughter.
"Look at the mess you've made, child!" she said.
She continued cleaning me, rubbing my face with her wet, pink tongue,
like , making strange gurgling sounds in her throat—it really did sound like a cat's meow.
I thought, my mother is so cute, just like a kitten.
Soon after, my mother kissed me with a very open French kiss, and I responded passionately.
Mom lifted herself up, looked down at my erection, and took it in her hand.
"Oh, baby, I—love—your big cock, it seems tireless! I'll show you
how much I love it!"
She lowered her head, moved between my legs, kissed the glans still sticky with semen, stroked my scrotum,
and kept uttering lewd words.
"Oh, my little bird, my little cock, you're such a beautiful thing, thank you for making Mommy feel
so good, Mommy will have you serving Mommy again soon, you big, hard, and cute little rascal."
Mom held my penis like it was a popsicle, licking and sucking it, making muffled and indistinct sounds,
then used her mouth to stroke my penis up and down. She squeezed my scrotum with both hands, gently licked my glans with the tip of her tongue, and
sucked my penis hard.
Since I had already come twice, I could still hold back for now, but the stimulation from Mom's skillful mouth strokes on my penis
was getting stronger and stronger, and I knew I was about to climax.
Mom felt my abdomen contracting, knowing I was about to reach my limit, and quickly spat out my penis, saying, "
Don't rush , just hold on, I'll make you cum. Let's go to your room, baby!"
She stood up, pulling my penis along; she loved walking around like that. I told her
she could take me anywhere, any way she wanted.
"Hurry up, baby!" Mom said, "I want you to fuck me again! Mommy needs her baby big-cocked
son to fuck her cunt!"
We hurried up the stairs to my room.
Mom leaped onto my bed, spreading her legs as wide as possible.
"Come on, darling! Climb up and fuck Mommy's cunt hard with your big cock!"
I stood there dumbfounded for a while, staring at my beautiful mother lying on my bed, legs spread, waiting for me.
Her face was filled with longing and happy anticipation, revealing deep dimples, her full lips slightly upturned
with a sweet smile, and her dark brown eyes shimmering with the flames of love. Her high, full breasts were slightly
sagging , but her rosy nipples stood proudly erect. Her slightly rounded belly and shapely, rounded thighs formed
a large "V" shape, at the apex of which was a plump vulva covered in dark brown pubic hair.
"Oh my God, you're so beautiful, Mom!" I swallowed hard.
"Thank you, baby, but right now I just want you to fuck me with your big cock! I'm
only thinking about it now!
Hurry..." I didn't say anything more, jumped onto the bed, knelt between my mother's legs, and she grabbed my
penis and frantically shoved it into her cunt.
I immediately thrust forward, and my mother arched her body to meet me. I plunged in deeply,
leaving only my scrotum outside.
"Ah!" she groaned loudly, "This is exactly what I needed! Your big thing is fucking my cunt so beautifully
!"
Soon, my mother and I began to fuck each other fiercely, heaving violently, frantically seeking extreme pleasure,
making the bed creak and groan, making me worry that it would suddenly collapse.
No other contact was needed; the mere union of our genitals was enough to give me a tremendous shock.
We were like fulfilling an obligation, endlessly giving to each other.
Holding my mother's hot body beneath me, I thrust wildly and violently,
each slamming my mother heavily onto the bed, and each withdrawal flipping up her vulva.
My mother bent her knees, bracing her feet on the bed, using leverage to increase the force of my thrusts. Each time I
penetrated my mother's well-lubricated love nest, she would powerfully arch her back, enhancing the force of our piston-like
movements .
She pulled my head down, and we passionately kissed as we went at it. We both groaned, roared, and panted incessantly,
and the most beautiful sound was undoubtedly the "plop, plop" of our bodies moving in and out.
I felt my glans getting hotter and hotter, and my scrotum began to contract violently. I knew my orgasm was approaching;
the pleasure of entering and exiting my mother's juicy flesh was truly irresistible.
I worried that I would ejaculate before my mother reached her climax.
But my worries were unnecessary, because my mother began to scream wildly, breathing rapidly, her hips
swaying violently, her hands gripping my buttocks tightly, urging me to increase the speed and force of my thrusts.
I finally couldn't hold back any longer. After a few quick thrusts, I forcefully plunged my penis into my mother's vagina,
ejaculating all of my hot semen deep into her uterus. My mother suddenly let out a muffled groan, her body jerking
upwards to bear my weight, then froze there, her body trembling violently as she reached
an incredibly intense orgasm.
I felt a sudden heat inside my mother's vagina, a gush of hot liquid flowing out, scalding my glans.
This stimulation sent my soul soaring, as if I were floating in the universe, my body completely out of my control,
only my semen gushing out endlessly.
We seemed to be in a little Eden, just my mother and me, surrounded by rosy clouds. When we
collapsed together, satisfied, my love for my mother began to overflow and fill my entire being.
Oh, nothing could be more intoxicating, I think, I deeply felt my mother's love.
We were both exhausted, lying in bed embracing each other tightly, caressing, kissing, and talking, until
Mom mentioned her and Dad's sexual frustrations. But she immediately explained that this wasn't
the main reason she approached me. For a long time, she had been conflicted, unsure if she was still
attractive . Of course, now she was relieved; she could feel my strong desire for her.
She said missing my attempts to spy on her wasn't important; what mattered was that it showed her she
was still attractive to me. Therefore, several times, she managed to get me to satisfy my attempts.
Of course, she tried to keep things from getting out of control, and this continued until breakfast.
Later, she decided to take things a step further and see what would happen.
She didn't intend to openly seduce me, but she wanted to create an opportunity for me to take it a step further.
This morning, she planned not to wear underwear or a bra, and if possible, she would create opportunities
for to see her buttocks and vulva, so I could easily know she was intentionally seducing me.
As I placed my hand on her inner thigh, she was filled with the triumphant pleasure of her scheme succeeding. She knew that from now
on, we would have a new and infinitely exciting life together.
My mother casually played with my penis, while I caressed her vulva.
I discovered how utterly captivated I was by my mother's beautiful body; no matter how many times we did it, I would never be satisfied.
I told her that I could only make love with her in my dreams before, and she immediately asked if she was better in my dreams than she was now.
I swore that my mother now could only be described as perfect; I had always considered her the best lover and the most perfect sexual
partner. I vowed that, as both a mother and a lover, I would always be loyal to her.
We poured out our hearts to each other like this.
This was not merely the love between a mother and son, nor merely the love between a man and a woman, but a
union , far exceeding the taboos of blood ties.
I was certain that there was no greater love than the naked sexual love between a sexy mother and a strong son
.
Before I knew it, it was already the next morning. During that time, I had sex with my mother several more times, brought her to orgasm once by licking her
vulva , and ejaculated inside her beautiful, wet mouth
. There were countless passionate kisses and we licked each other's entire bodies.
We achieved a perfect union of body and soul, and this was just the beginning of a beautiful future.
I felt we had become one, completely transcending the relationship between husband and wife.
I knew I could do anything to my mother's beautiful body.
I also knew my mother was completely liberated and willing to do anything for me.
A powerful surge of love coursed through my body. I tried to describe my feelings to my mother,
and although she didn't speak, I knew from her loving eyes that she felt the same way.
This world is truly wondrous. My mother's previously disillusioned life had suddenly become fulfilling. I had inadvertently entered
a forbidden zone in her life, and then we were able to walk hand in hand into a new world full of happy dreams.
We should both thank God.
No one could be more fulfilled and happier than we are now.
Finally, the fatigue from the continuous struggle was swept away by the burning passion of love; it would be a disservice to our
bodies not to make love.
This time, Mom was on top, my penis deeply inserted into her vagina. We both slowed our movements,
gently shifting our bodies, caressing each other romantically like the French, as if to remember this thrilling, wonderful
feeling.
We both appreciated this exhilarating union, a mixture of lust, incest, and love.
I quickened my thrusting, and Mom frantically rotated her hips, quickly bringing us both to a sexual
climax.
Later, Mom said she found it hard to believe that I had never had sex with other girls before, because in her...
I'd never experienced such intoxicating, utterly overwhelming sex before.
I think it's perhaps because we're so similar, or maybe we're both naturally gifted.
Of course, undeniably, the subconscious pleasure of incest played a significant role.
Afterwards, we had to clean up the evidence of our lovemaking in the restaurant; it was a complete mess—saliva, semen,
sweat everywhere on the floor and chairs, clothes strewn about, and the air thick with the stench.
Mom put on a skirt but didn't wear a shirt or underwear, just in case I needed her.
By the time Dad came home, we'd cleaned everything up, acting as if nothing had happened, and we were back to
normal. But when I heard Dad announce that he was going to Houston for a week-long business trip the following Monday, I couldn't
hide my excitement.
You can imagine what that week meant for Mom and me.
It was a crazy week; you wouldn't believe how many times we did it.
In fact, sometimes even I didn't believe it myself.
All of this happened 11 years ago; now I'm 28, and Mom is 51.
Due to her age, Mom had to dye her hair, but otherwise, she remained largely unchanged.
Mom was tired of her marriage with Dad and confided her feelings to him. Unexpectedly,
Dad confessed to having an affair with his secretary; they had even traveled together twice.
Dad filed for divorce, clearly assuming Mom had seen through the affair.
Dad's company, fearing a public scandal, tried to settle the matter privately.
Mom threatened to sue Dad, and he relented, giving her a large sum of money, leaving
her the house, and agreeing to pay her a monthly allowance. Then they divorced.
I couldn't understand why Dad would be so foolish as to choose another woman over Mom. Who could be
better than Mom? Dad was a complete idiot!
Later, my suspicions were proven correct.
I met the woman who had caused Dad's unhappiness; they were already married.
Frankly, I was shocked when I saw her. She was pretty, but petite,
with narrow and a flat chest—far inferior to Mom.
I wondered if Dad was a pervert, managing to get his hands on a woman like that.
She was 14 years younger than my mother, which was perhaps her greatest advantage.
In any case, this marriage wouldn't last long.
Soon, after squeezing every last penny out of my father, she abandoned him, leaving him behind in his old age.
Guess what happened next? My father came back to my mother, wanting to beg for her forgiveness, but she refused.
Of course, she wouldn't tell him that she already had another man and no longer needed him.
At that time, I was admitted to a university very close to home so I could have sex with my mother more often, for which I
turned down all extracurricular activities.
After graduation, I found a good job in my hometown and was assigned an apartment.
I lived with my mother, sometimes in our old home, sometimes in my apartment.
We still loved each other as much as before, and had sex frequently.
My mother fully utilized her creativity, constantly coming up with new ideas to keep our sex life
fresh.
Occasionally, we would take a vacation and travel as a couple.
Those were sweet days.
We spent all day in our hotel room, naked, making love wildly from morning till night,
completely forgetting the world outside.
By now, I think everyone understands my love for my mother.
She still holds a tremendous attraction for me, and every time we make love, it feels like I'm in heaven.
We rarely stand together.
At home, she always wears a short skirt, no underwear, and no bra, allowing me to touch her at any time
and satisfy her with my tongue and penis.
Whenever I'm with her, she can't resist my physical temptation; she's always the one who can't resist and begs me for pleasure first
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