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The hotel was tiny, but the decor gave it a warm, welcoming feel. We checked in and put all our luggage in the room. I was so happy to have a room to myself.

My room was next to my parents', connected by a door that was always locked. I needed privacy, especially after all that passionate stuff. After settling in, I took a shower, changed into comfortable clothes, and went out onto the balcony to admire the town's scenery.

The air was exceptionally fresh, without any smog. I took a deep breath and told myself to stop thinking about all that messy stuff.

But then I heard a knock on my door. It was my dad; they wanted to go to town and experience the local culture. I tidied myself up and went out with them, browsing the shops and looking at the quaint European-style buildings. As we walked, I suddenly saw a shop advertising canyon rafting. Holy crap, I immediately remembered what I'd been waiting for. My parents were walking ahead when I stopped and called out to them, "Dad, Mom, I think I remembered something I forgot to do." They both stopped and turned to look at me. "What is it?"

"I think I booked a rafting ticket yesterday, for myself." My dad looked a little confused.

"Uh, I completely forgot. If I hadn't seen the ad in that shop, look, over there." I really had forgotten. When my parents mentioned their European trip, they had already booked all the hotels and the itinerary was very detailed. I just looked it up online and booked this rafting trip myself. I knew it was worth trying. However, I only booked one ticket because my parents' plans were different from mine. But now the biggest problem is: my knees aren't healed enough for that yet.

"Okay, looks like you can't go."

"Yeah..."

"Then don't go..."

"Okay... but I booked a private guide. The internet says it's an absolutely worthwhile rafting experience. Besides, I've already paid online." Dad looked at Mom helplessly. It was Sunday, and they couldn't go to the guide to cancel our plans.

"How about I go to the guide tomorrow, tell you the situation, and see if we can get a refund?" "Hmm, I have no objection." At this moment, Mom said to Dad, "Honey, why don't you go?" "Huh?" "I mean, you can actually go. If it's really as good as they say, you should definitely go. You've always loved wandering around in the mountains, and you can swim." "Uh... you're right..." Damn, I'm a little jealous. I recalled the pictures I saw online; they were breathtaking, but I couldn't go. Climbing over mountains and valleys to the raft departure point, and then so many places that would strain my legs—oh, the pain!

"Honey, go ahead. Come on, let's get something to eat." Having decided on this arrangement, we found a decent-looking restaurant and had Chinese food. The next day was incredibly boring; we just drove around the town, had dinner, and went back to the hotel. We all went to bed early because the night on the train had been agonizing.

The next morning, we didn't get up until nine. After breakfast at the hotel, we took a taxi to find our tour guide. The guide was a man in his thirties, very enthusiastic, and he and his friend welcomed us. After introductions and getting to know each other, he drove us to our destination.

We drove along winding mountain roads for about twenty minutes before arriving. The guide stopped the car, then took off his clothes, leaving him in only shorts and a t-shirt. He then had my dad take off his outer clothing, while another person handed him a wet life jacket and rubber boots. Seeing my dad dressed like that was hilarious.

"Okay, I'll tell you all the precautions first, then we'll go down," the guide said, pointing into the mountains. The path leading to the rafting site was incredibly narrow; I had no idea how I managed to get off.

The other person had already gotten into his car. Mom kissed Dad on the lips: "Honey, have fun. Our son and I will wait for you back home." Then, Mom pulled me back to the car and drove off.

"Why didn't you two go with us? It looks like so much fun!"

"I wanted to go too, but my leg is injured and hasn't fully healed yet." "I see. Madam, why aren't you going? Don't you like rafting? Or do you dislike getting wet?" "I'm not afraid of water, but the rafting course is too narrow; I wouldn't dare." After about ten minutes, we reached the lower reaches of the river, the end of the rafting trip.

"I'll come back to pick them up in about three hours. If you want to come too, wait for me at that shop around 1:30 PM." "Okay, thanks."

"Three hours, huh? You'll have to find something to do..." He tilted his head and smiled at my mother. My mother sat in the passenger seat. Throughout the journey, she hadn't looked back at me once. Now, she looked serious, as if making a major decision or deep in thought.

"Okay, this is my son's birthday trip. Let him decide what we do. I'll try my best to accommodate him." Good heavens, what did she just say? It sounded so strange. What did she mean? I looked into her eyes, but she kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead. We got out of the car, said goodbye to the man, and he drove off. Now it was just my mother and me standing on the town's main street. I didn't know what to do or where to go, and it seemed like my mother didn't have any plans either.

After a while, my mother smiled broadly and said to me, "Sweetie, let's go shopping." Clearly, she wanted to go to the clothing store she had her eye on yesterday, so I followed her. But then, my mother came over and took my arm, like a couple, and we walked together. When we got to the store, my mother let go of my arm and picked up a patterned dress from the middle of the display case.

"I saw this dress yesterday, and I want to try it on," my mother said softly.

The store was nearly empty, just my mother and me. Yes, this town is tiny.

"Excuse me, is there a place to try on clothes?"

The old woman behind the counter, reading her newspaper, slowly looked up at my mother's question and pointed to the back of the store: "It's right there." "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Do you need any help?"

"No, we can manage. You go ahead with your work."

My mother took the clothes and walked through rows of garments to the back, while I followed behind, looking around at the displayed clothes. They were all women's clothing; it seemed there was nothing for me.

The fitting room was barely a fitting room—it was too small. There was only a curtain in the front; you just pulled it up when you needed to use it.

I sat down next to her, and my mother slipped into the fitting room and pulled the curtain shut.

After I sat down, I looked at the counter. The old woman continued reading her newspaper; I could barely see her from my angle, and I doubted she could see us either.

I looked around, feeling incredibly bored. Looking into the changing room shocked me. My mother hadn't fully closed the curtain, so from my position, I could see the mirror inside, though not very clearly, but still quite a bit. In the mirror, I could see my mother's back. Looking closer, I saw her bending over to take off her shoes. She had her back to the mirror, so she didn't know I was spying on her, nor that the curtain wasn't fully closed.

I glanced back at the counter; the old woman there didn't seem to care what we were doing, not even looking up, still reading her newspaper. I looked back at the mirror again. My mother had already taken off her top and was taking off her jeans. I could see her left leg, so I moved to the right side of the chair. I moved very quietly, without making a sound. When I looked up, she had already taken off her pants. Then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Even more shocking, after taking off her bra, she pulled down her panties!

I quickly turned my head away, not because I felt ashamed, but more because I didn't know if I should be spying on my mother's body like that. But I really couldn't resist and looked back. My mother was already naked in the mirror, holding a dress and putting it on. From my angle, I could admire my mother's round and perky buttocks—it was so alluring!

Soon, my mother was dressed, and I quickly moved back to the left side of the chair, no longer spying on her. She was about to turn around and examine herself in the mirror, and of course I didn't want her to know I was spying on her beautiful body.

My mother pulled back the curtain and came out of the dressing room, while I pretended to be extremely bored. My mother had a bright smile on her face as she showed me the beautiful dress she was wearing.

"Sweet son, do you think this dress is pretty?"

"It's really pretty, especially on you, Mommy."

"Yeah, I think so too. Sigh, if I were twenty years younger, I would definitely buy it without hesitation." "Oh, you're not planning to buy it?" "Yeah, I just wanted to try it on."

My mother smiled and went back to the dressing room. The old woman glanced at my mother as she came out of the dressing room, then went back to reading her newspaper.

I scanned the store, then looked back at the dressing room. Just like before, the curtain wasn't fully drawn, and the opening seemed even wider. I moved to the right side of the chair, continuing to peek at my mother's sexy, alluring, snow-white body. This time, however, my mother wasn't facing away from the mirror. The mirror showed my mother's front, her toes, then her beautiful calves, then her knees… I kept looking up to see if my mother was looking in the mirror too. Holy crap, she was staring intently at me! I couldn't move back to the left and pretend I didn't see her. My mother was staring directly at me, so I had no choice but to stare back at her. My mother didn't laugh, nor was she angry; she just kept looking at me. And me? I just sat there dumbfounded, not daring to avoid her gaze.

Then, while still looking at me, my mother reached out and started to take off her skirt. It was unbelievable! My heart was pounding. My mother was naked again. Her skirt slipped to the floor, and Mom stood like a naked statue in the dressing room, letting me admire her naked body. I

was so nervous, so frantic. I peered at Mom's body, her incredibly sexy and alluring figure completely unlike that of a woman her age. In the mirror, I couldn't see Mom's breasts and nipples, but I could see her mysterious vulva.

Her dark pubic hair was trimmed into a beautiful triangle, concealing Mom's tempting vulva, a vulva I had entered a few days ago, ejaculating hot, thick semen inside.

Mom saw me examining her vulva and stepped back a little. I thought she didn't want me to see her private area and was about to put on her clothes, but she actually sat down on a small stool in the dressing room. Although she was now further away from the mirror, I could still see Mom's perfect naked body.

I was already excitedly erect, my heart pounding wildly. At this moment, Mom slowly parted her legs, letting me admire more of the beautiful scenery. Her jade-like hands reached down to her genitals, parting the thick pubic hair to reveal scarlet flesh. My mother actually allowed her son to voyeurize her private parts—how lewd! I

was so excited and nervous. I quickly glanced at the counter; I didn't want to be caught red-handed, that would be terrible. But the old woman continued reading her newspaper quietly, completely oblivious to her surroundings. I quickly turned back to look at the dressing room, but to my disappointment, the curtains were completely drawn.

I still didn't know what was happening. After a short while, my mother came out of the dressing room, wearing her original clothes, holding the dress she had tried on.

"Honey, let's go."

My mother took my hand, led me through the store, paused for a moment, put the dress back in the closet, and went to the counter.

"This dress doesn't fit very well, I'm sorry. Goodbye." The old woman smiled slightly, without replying. My mother and I left the store; she still held my hand, and we strolled around. I didn't know where she was going, maybe to the next store, but she suddenly said, "Let's go back to the hotel, and then we'll pick up your father." I didn't say anything. It seems we'd only been out for less than thirty minutes, and Mom already wanted to go home—that's so unlike her. We still had over two hours left; how were we going to kill time?

Mom and I didn't speak again, not even on the way back to the hotel, or in the elevator. When we got to their room, Mom just smiled at me, opened the door, went in, and closed it. I stood in the hallway for a while, completely bewildered.

After a long while, I went back to my room, lay on the bed, and thought about everything that had happened these past few days. I remembered the passion with Mom on the ship, sharing a bed with her on the train, her giving me a handjob, and her exposing her sexy body to me.

These memories deeply aroused me, and I immediately got an erection again. I sat on the edge of the bed and unzipped my pants. Now I was alone, and I really wanted it—of course, I'd masturbate.

Just as I was about to reach into my underwear, I saw a small piece of paper fly into my room. Earlier, I mentioned that there was a locked door between my parents' and my room, which was usually kept closed. When opened, the two rooms could be combined into a very large guest room. The door was still locked, but there was a crack under it, and that's how the small piece of paper got in.

The door was right in front of my bed. I stood up, my zipper undone, and bent down to pick up the paper. I glanced at it; it was from my mother.

"This trip has completely spiraled out of control... What I said on the bus was serious... During this time, I will fulfill all your requests (as long as your father doesn't find out)... But when we get home, everything has to stop." Oh my god, I didn't know what was going on. Mom wanted to continue... continue having sex with me? Okay, that seems to be it. She said she would do whatever I wanted, and all I wanted was to continue having sex with her.

I needed to reply to my mother, so I found a pen and wrote something on the back of the paper. But I didn't know what to say. After thinking for a long time, I finally wrote: "I want to see your naked body again. I want to see you masturbate." I put down the pen and realized my hand was still trembling. I glanced again at my mother's words, and the sentence I had just written. I wasn't sure if I should do this, but I was burning with desire, completely unable to control myself; reason couldn't overcome lust. I bent down and slipped the small piece of paper under the door into my mother's room, waiting.

One corner of the paper was still on my side of the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching it. Soon, it disappeared—my mother had taken it! My mother had received my reply and was reading it.

I waited a long time before I heard a sound from my mother's door. I immediately stood up, staring intently at the door. I guessed my mother would open the door and come into my room, but after a while, I only saw another small piece of paper slide in.

I jumped up, picked up the paper, and read my mother's second message: "Open the door... but you have to stay on your side... stay in your own room!" My heart was pounding. I slowly walked to the door, grabbed the doorknob, gently turned the lock, and opened the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw my mother lying naked on the bed. She didn't look up at me; her head was resting on the pillow, her eyes tightly closed. Her long, beautiful legs were spread wide, her feet in high heels, resting on the mattress in an alluring M-shape. She was caressing herself.

I was shocked. My mother actually listened to me and masturbated in front of me. I greedily admired my mother's perfect naked body. For the first time, I saw my mother's sexy and alluring naked body completely, presented before me in its entirety. My mother's breasts were particularly large, and her nipples seemed to be erect.

But what attracted me most was the mystery between her legs. Her slender fingers moved across her protruding clitoris, occasionally circling it, as if playing a beautiful melody. Her alluring vulva was slightly open, revealing scarlet flesh. As my mother caressed her clitoris, it opened and closed like a baby's mouth, a trickle of glistening fluid flowing from the opening—utterly lewd.

A burning desire coursed through my body, leaving my mouth dry and my legs weak. I trembled as I sat down on the edge of the bed. My beautiful mother was masturbating before me, her slender fingers gently parting her slightly swollen, delicate labia, revealing more of her voluptuous flesh to her beloved son.

Suddenly, her middle finger darted into her wet, glistening orifice, thrusting wildly in and out of her steaming, wanton cunt. Under her own caresses, my mother let out extremely shy moans.

I looked up, admiring my mother's firm breasts and her beautiful face. A seductive expression graced her features; her cherry-like lips were slightly parted, her tongue lightly licking her lips, her beautiful eyes tightly closed.

This lewd scene was too much for me to bear. I reached into my shorts, grasped my erect, thick penis, and began to stroke it.

Meanwhile, my mother's fingers withdrew from her wet, tender orifice, caressing her lovely clitoris. Three fingers circled her clitoris, pressing lightly and heavily. After a while, she inserted her fingers into her vagina, this time using both her index and middle fingers. My usually dignified mother could no longer contain her desire, revealing her wanton side to me, indulging in sexual pleasure.

I felt I was about to explode, but being still wearing pants was very uncomfortable. I stood up, took off my pants and clothes, and threw them aside. Like my mother, I was now completely naked. I never imagined that one day I would be naked with my mother.

My mother didn't realize I was naked; her eyes remained closed, her moans growing increasingly seductive and louder. Her round, full buttocks moved back and forth, responding to the thrusting of her fingers, seemingly anticipating the insertion of a real, thick penis into her yearning vagina, being brutally raped by her own son until she reached orgasm.

I could no longer bear the intense stimulation; lust consumed me. I wanted to go to her, to fuck my mother on that bed until she was in ecstasy. But she had told me to stay in my room, and I hesitated. I remembered her hint: she said I should stay in my room, but at the same time, she said she would fulfill all my desires. So I stood up again.

By this time, my mother's fingers had withdrawn from her vagina and were continuing to caress her clitoris. I passed through the doorway and saw my mother's naked body more clearly. I walked towards her bed. She must have heard my footsteps; she opened her eyes and looked at me silently. She didn't say a word, nor did she tell me to go back to my room. She just looked at me, rubbing her thirsty vulva.

I moved closer, crouching beside my mother's bed, between her legs. I grabbed my mother's long, white legs and spread them wider. My mother continued to caress her clitoris, while my large glans pressed against her wet, swollen vulva. I steadied myself and began to thrust forward slowly but powerfully. My mother's vagina was already overflowing with vaginal fluid, soaking wet inside. My thick, hard penis firmly parted her tender walls, penetrating deep inside, the large glans pressing against the bottom of her vagina. The genitals of mother and son were thus perfectly joined together, leaving no gap.

Filled by my thick penis, my mother let out a louder moan of satisfaction. On the boat, she could only suppress herself, but now that it was just the two of us, she could cry out without restraint, not worried about being heard by anyone.

My mother's vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly; the sensation was too wonderful, wet and warm, the gentle writhing stimulating my already raging member. I leaned down, pressing against my mother's firm, beautiful breasts, my face facing her delicate features. My penis completely occupied my mother's sweet flower garden, enjoying the pleasure of being enveloped by her. Then, I heard my mother's alluring yet slightly mournful voice: "Why did it take you so long? You're a bad boy!" Good heavens… my mother didn't want me to stay in her room at all. She wanted me to come, she wanted me to rape her fiercely, she wanted to share the sea of lust with her own son. Encouraged by my mother, I began to slowly thrust in and out of her alluring cunt, plunging deep into her flesh, then pulling out, leaving only the large head of my penis at the entrance, before forcefully thrusting it in again. My mother held my buttocks with both hands, her nails almost digging into my muscles. She wanted me to rape her more fiercely, to rape this lustful mother who was already aroused. I increased the speed of my thrusts, my penis pounding in my mother's wet cunt like a pile driver, bringing her unparalleled pleasure. My mother held my head tenderly, stroking my hair. Her long, beautiful legs were tightly wrapped around my thick waist, and her round, plump buttocks thrust upwards with all her might, matching my thrusts, wanting my penis to be more deeply contained within her beautiful vagina, wanting to connect more closely with her son.

"Don't stop...don't stop...good son...fuck Mommy's cunt hard...Mommy loves you so much...Mommy's going to be fucked to death...ah...ah...Mommy's going to die...I'm flying..." My mother moaned loudly, like a female beast in heat.

The storm of lewdness had left my mother breathless, and in the end, she could only let out cries of "ah ah ah." Finally, my mother's buttocks suddenly relaxed, her vaginal walls spasming, massaging my thick penis.

After a while, my mother actually raised her head and kissed me intimately. She opened her fragrant mouth, her tongue entering my mouth and intertwining with mine. In that instant, I felt as if my mother, body and soul, had become my woman.

I continued to fuck my mother rapidly. After her orgasm, her vagina tightly gripped my penis, creating a powerful suction that made me want to ejaculate as well. I maintained the rhythm of my thrusts. My mother, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, was being wildly violated by me, and we shared a passionate kiss. We fucked in this position for a long time before I finally couldn't hold back any longer. My ejaculation was released, and hot, thick semen gushed deep into my mother's tender, wet vagina. Perhaps some of it even flowed into her uterus; if she were ovulating, wouldn't I have gotten her pregnant? Exhausted, I lay on my mother's full, snow-white body, sharing the afterglow of our orgasm. We

embraced for a long time before my mother, with a shy expression, whispered, "Xiaoxing…we should get up, wash up, and then go pick up your father." She kissed me tenderly for a while before reluctantly getting up. My mother went to the bathroom to shower, while I returned to my room and closed the door. I took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and went with Mom to pick up Dad.

We didn't say anything, but we both knew we had to keep it a secret from him. Mom told Dad we'd been shopping the whole time, and of course Dad said rafting was really exhilarating, but what I was really thinking was: I had way more fun than you today. And yes, it was fantastic! I'm even more excited for what's to come.

[The End]

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