The mother and child at home broke through 04 after the New Year.

Chapter 4
Spring has arrived, the earth is warming up, birds are singing, and even withered trees are sprouting new buds. In this bright and beautiful time of renewal, I'm wasting my youth and squandering my years.
Indeed, I haven't been with my mom lately. What, you might say I'm impotent? No, I'm still very active in bed, that's what my wife tells me. Let me put it this way, our apartment is only about 200 square meters, with four people living in it. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have had the chance. My
fellow wolves are getting impatient again. Enough rambling, let's get started! We just celebrated International Women's Day, I'm still basking in the joy, so please forgive my fuss. Actually, the story I'm about to tell really starts from that day… Originally, it was supposed to be my day off. But the Two Sessions were in session, so I had to postpone my vacation. My wife's company had organized a trip for the female employees, but unfortunately, they received a large order right before departure, and the trip was canceled.
My wife started to get upset about this, and I was already feeling bad too, so we ended up arguing over something so trivial.
Finally, with my parents' mediation, we made up. As compensation, my wife asked me to go shopping with her on International Women's Day. Shopping with a woman? That's a pretty big punishment, and it's what I hate most. My mom said that was perfect, the weather forecast said it would continue to get warmer in the next few days, and she also needed to buy some new clothes. Great! The two women can go shopping; I can come to their rescue.
So, on International Women's Day, I worked half a day, then asked my boss for half a day off in the afternoon, saying there was an emergency at home.
After lunch at home, I drove them both to the clothing market. After showing them around a few stores, I pretended to have diarrhea, slipped away to the car, lit a cigarette, and watched the women's butts on the street. Haha.
About two or three hours later, my mom and wife returned to the car, each carrying a large bag. Time flies when women are around; it's like an eternity when I'm with them. Normally, it would feel like an eternity if I were with them. They seemed like they hadn't had enough shopping, still discussing the clothes they bought in the car. I was still caught up in the excitement of the shopping trip and didn't say a word to them.
When we got home, my mom noticed I hadn't spoken and assumed my wife and I were still arguing. She pulled me into the kitchen, telling me not to be petty and to go and comfort my wife.
I smiled and told her, "It's okay, I'm fine now. We even did 'that' last night." Seeing I wasn't being serious, my mom slapped my shoulder and said, "Then hurry up and get out of here. Since you're all better, why aren't you saying anything? Go and comfort her, don't make me worry." So I left. My wife was sitting on the sofa watching TV, giving me a disdainful look without saying a word. It seemed they really had misunderstood. I sat down next to her, put my arm around my wife, and said, "Honey, it's not that I'm looking for trouble again, it's just that I had diarrhea earlier and I'm a little weak, so I don't want to talk." My wife remained silent, as if such an excuse was child's play in front of her. Seeing that she didn't react, I said again, "Mom said earlier that the clothes you two bought are very new, why don't you change into them now and let me see?" This trick worked, and my wife smiled and said to me, "Oh, I thought you were mute earlier. Okay, I'll change into them and let you see, see what my taste is like." Sigh, women... My wife got up to go upstairs to change, and just then, my mother came out of the kitchen, so my wife pulled my mother to try them on together.
My mother readily agreed, so they both went back to their respective rooms to change.
A little while later, they came out together. My mother was wearing a white top, with a floral plaid short-sleeved shirt over it, which made her large breasts look even bigger. She wore black tight pants, the kind that are slim on top and loose on the bottom, hugging her round, plump buttocks. My wife was wearing a long blue top, a denim mini skirt, and a black top, which made her look much slimmer.
Oh my, seeing their outfits made my blood boil! The ones I saw on the street earlier were just from a distance, but this was a closer look, the visual impact was much more stunning. And then I remembered that I'd conquered both of them with my penis, and I laughed smugly. Suddenly, I remembered a comment online from a pervert about a threesome. Haha, I'd like to have that thought, but who has the guts? Just thinking about it made my dick jump. My
wife saw me laughing and asked what was wrong, if there was something I didn't like. Of course they looked good, of course I liked them both, I laughed and praised my mom and wife for their good taste, while secretly glancing at my mom.
Seeing me agreeing so readily, my wife asked me why I liked them.
"Oh, everything looks great. Look at you, your figure is already great, and this outfit makes you even more stunning. I'm worried about you going out alone. Haha. As for Mom's outfit, it makes you look mature and composed, yet still youthful. In short, both of you look great in these clothes, showcasing your individual characteristics. It's a perfect blend of youthful energy and mature style."
As soon as I said this, they launched into a tirade, telling me I'd misspoke and should have used "charming." I quickly apologized, haha, actually, "mature style" was the right word… Just then, my wife's phone rang. Apparently, she'd sneaked out this afternoon without asking for leave. Her supervisor needed a document she'd written and couldn't find her. She lied on the phone, saying there was an emergency at home and she'd only been out a short while. Haha, she's copying me. After hanging up, she grabbed my car keys and tried to run out, but I grabbed her and told her to change her clothes first. Of course, it wasn't that I was worried about her wearing these clothes; everyone wears them like this on the street. The key point is that she just said there was an emergency at home, and now she's changed her clothes. Isn't it obvious she went shopping?
My wife kissed me on the cheek, thanked me for reminding her, and then hurriedly changed her clothes and went out. I chased after her to the door, told her to open it slowly, then closed the door and locked it from the inside. Don't ask me what I'm doing, it's obvious.
My mom was on the balcony at that moment, turning on the washing machine to do laundry. Seeing me come in, she told me to take down my and my wife's clothes and wash them together. I didn't say anything, but stood behind her and touched her buttocks. My mom turned around and slapped my hand away, telling me to behave myself, that we were on the balcony. Of course I wasn't afraid; since it's a top-floor duplex, people on other floors can only see the upper body, not the lower body.
Seeing that I wasn't listening, my mom stopped talking and continued doing her work. I got more and more excited as I touched her; my lower body was already aroused. No wonder, ever since Dad came back from his business trip, I hadn't been able to find a suitable opportunity. Now that the opportunity had come, how could I easily let it go? I
touched Mom through her clothes for a while, and I couldn't resist. While she bent down to put her clothes down, I reached forward and touched her big breasts. Mom was probably still afraid of being discovered, so she squatted down. I squatted down behind her, continuing to caress the bulge in her white clothes, while my lower body pressed against her buttocks.
Mom slapped me and said, "What are you doing in broad daylight? Don't you know we're on the balcony?" I continued to grope her, my right hand already reaching her crotch. Because she was squatting, her legs were spread apart, and my hand could easily roam back and forth.
"Mom, it's okay, we're squatting, people on the street can't see us. It's been so many days since we did it, I missed you." "Didn't you just say we did it last night?" "I meant with you. Let me calculate, it's been about half a month." As I spoke, my left hand began to undo her belt.
"I think you're addicted, aren't you ashamed?" Although Mom tried to stop me from undoing it, she was a beat too slow. The belt came undone, and the shorts slipped down to halfway down to her buttocks, revealing a pink, tight-fitting thermal top underneath.
I wanted to continue undressing her, but Mom pulled me up abruptly. Now I was helpless; if I forced myself on her, I could really see down there. So I continued to flirt with her: "Mom, why are you so shy? Weren't you very open that night, haha?" Mom lowered her head and re-fastened her belt, then turned to me and whispered, "She just left, aren't you afraid she'll come back?" My hand landed on her buttocks again: "Mom, not so soon. Your clothes are too tempting, let's do it again." "Haha, I knew you weren't serious. I could tell when you were changing. You're really bold, staring at me like that in front of her." Mom stopped stopping me and said with a grin.
"You're just feeling guilty. What's wrong with me looking at my own mother? She doesn't know what I'm thinking, she doesn't know I want to sleep with you."
"Here we go again, get out of here." "Mom. This is a rare opportunity, you'll hardly find another chance. Just this once, look how hard my dick is." "I told you to get out, didn't you hear me?" "Mom... I really miss you..." "I told you to get out, why are you here?" "Okay, I'll wait for you." I thought Mom was going to completely reject me, but it turned out she wanted me to come to her room. So I came out, drew the curtains, and then stripped naked, stroking my dick as I sat
on the sofa waiting for her. Mom set the washing machine timer and came out too, pointing at me and saying, "Look at you, all naked, what if someone comes over?" I laughed and went over to her, hugging her tightly, placing my hands on her buttocks, and said, "It's okay, if someone comes,
I'll just grab my clothes and run upstairs." Mom got angry too, leaning her head against my chest, hugging me tightly, and whispering, "Thinking about this in broad daylight, with the curtains drawn, what will people think?" I stopped talking, leaning Mom against the living room wall, pressing my lower body tightly against hers, and playing with her breasts with both hands.
My mother's breathing gradually became heavier. After a while, she pushed me away, saying she wanted her clothes back, afraid of wrinkling her new clothes.
So, while looking at the clothes in front of her, I continued to "bother" her
, removing all her coats. After that, my mother was only left in her pink, tight-fitting thermal underwear. I wanted to give her more, but she wouldn't let me, worried that someone might come back. She said it would be fine if she wore clothes.
My mother sometimes only wore autumn clothes at home, but I had never seen anything so tight. Especially between her legs, round and bulging, her lower triangle was clearly outlined. I pulled her pants down to her knees and reached inside, finding it was already soaking wet.
My mother was now naked in front of me, her legs spread wide apart even though she was standing upright. I wonder if women's legs always spread apart after being penetrated for a long time. However, this only made her look sexier, especially with her bare buttocks exposed. Looking at the glistening underside of her dark pubic hair, who could resist the urge to sit still?
My penis, however, was rock hard. My mother placed her hands on my shoulders and said, half-groaning, "If you want to... hurry up and come in. Let's not go to the bedroom, or we'll be late if someone comes. Let's do it here." She then leaned her buttocks against the wall, squatted down slightly, pulled down her pants with one hand, and spread her legs a little wider.
I felt my balls throbbing, and I guided my penis into her vagina. My mother's pants were too tight, and her legs weren't spread wide enough. I tried several times but couldn't get in; it would just slip past the entrance. My glans was already very sensitive, and this friction made it feel incredibly tingly, sending shivers down my spine. My mother probably felt the same way; each time it slipped past, she would tremble.
Finally, unable to get in, my mother simply pulled her pants down to her knees, spreading her legs wider, and then used her hands on my shoulders to urge me to lower myself. After some effort, I finally got in. Mom hummed in pleasure, and I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. I could feel how much fluid Mom was producing; her soft vagina was holding me, waiting for me to penetrate further.
Mom was panting, leaning against the wall, her lower body naked. She let down her pants, put her hands on my shoulders, and said with half-closed eyes, "Go all the way in. This time, hurry up, you bastard." "Okay, Mom, if you want me to finish quickly, you'd better cooperate." I pushed my penis all the way in, grabbed Mom's buttocks, and started moving. The slippery feeling below, combined with the heat from our lower abdomens colliding, was indescribably pleasurable. I recommend everyone try this position.
Mom then straightened up, her buttocks taut, swaying back and forth with my rhythm. This way, my penis went in with a slight bend, feeling incredibly tight and giving me a greater sense of conquest. My mother looked up and asked, "How much more do you want me to cooperate? Isn't this uncomfortable?" Looking at her slightly flushed face and the body I was holding, I was incredibly excited. I thrust hard a few times, and even slapped her buttocks a few times with my hands. This was my mother; she had raised me then, and now she was welcoming me again and again, her bottom exposed. Looking at her slightly open mouth and her questioning eyes, I frantically thrust in and out, then grabbed her head and gave her a sweet kiss. This was the second time my mother had kissed me; this time it was much more passionate, much more intense.
After kissing for less than 30 seconds, Mom turned her head away, took a few deep breaths, and said, "Ugh, I'm suffocating!
You...you go slower, you're hurting my stomach...um...it hurts. How else am I supposed to cooperate?" "Mom, didn't you tell me to hurry up? Haha~ You couldn't take it at the beginning? Just cooperating with your body isn't enough, you know I come slowly." "Ugh, you're crazy today...um...be gentle, okay? I asked you, how else am I supposed to cooperate?" "Mom, I can't hold back, I wanted to fuck you to death as soon as I went in. Cooperate with me by talking." "You're
such a coward. You shameless thing, all you know how to say is..." "Mom. Why do you always call me a shameless thing?" "You're not being shameless...um...how can you be like this?"
"Don't you want it too, hehe. Mom, what am I doing to you?" "Degrading me." "Isn't that right?" "Roll. I'm your mother, don't say this to me... um... tell your wife." "You're my mother, so what? You're still spreading your legs for me to do." "Ah... then... be gentle... ah... I." "Haha, Mom, you finally cried out. Hehe. Who do you want me to be gentle with?" "I... your mother... be gentle... fuck your mother." After Mom said this, we both laughed at the same time. Mom realized that what she said was inappropriate, hit me, and continued, "Are you still acting like a normal person? Doing your mother like this. Tired, let's do it from behind." Mom turned around, leaned against the wall and bent down, presenting her big buttocks in front of me. Her pink mouth was slightly open, and I could even see the love coming out from inside. I pressed her buttocks down, then looked down and watched my penis slowly push open Mom's vagina, submerging in her passage.
The union of mother and son's sexual organs is the most exciting.
"Haha, Mom. Say what you just said again." "Roll." "Hurry up, Mom, haha. Or I'll spank you." "Ouch, you filthy thing. Hmm..." "Then say it." "Be gentle with me." "Not that one, I'll keep hitting you." "Be gentle... hmm... you're too loud. Fuck your mother, fuck your mother." "Ah... Mom, I'm so excited, I'm going to fuck you. Mom, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck my mom."
"Hmm...you little rascal. Fuck your mother." "Mom, I'll fuck your mother." "Haha, don't be so shameless. Hmm..." "Mom, I'll fuck your mother." "Don't say that, I, I'm your mother, hmm...I might be coming..." "Mom, I'll ride you. I'll ride you with Dad." "Ah...ride me, hmm...aren't you riding me? You and your dad are riding me too." "Mom, your butt is so big. It's so slippery inside. My dick is in your cunt." "Ah...I'm coming, ah...all in." "Mom...I want to cum too." "Hmm...faster...faster...I'll squeeze you...cum inside." "Ah, Mom, I want it. Incest between mother and son." "Incest to the end. Yeah, yeah...if you want me...ah...give it to me." "Cum..." "Ah...so much more..." Mom was leaning against the wall, her body covered in sweat. I held her buttocks and thrust all the way into her body. My mom squeezed my legs together, clamping them tightly. As my body trembled, time seemed to stand still, the scene frozen in time. It took a while before we separated. After cleaning up, I got dressed and went upstairs to sleep, while my mom continued with her laundry.
My wife didn't wake me until dinnertime. After dinner, my wife and I cleared the dishes, while my mom washed them in the kitchen. While my wife was out, I gave my mom a hard pinch on the buttocks and whispered, "Mom, don't forget what you said. We'll do it again sometime. Haha." My mom glared at me and said, "Are you trying to kill me? You might as well just ruin me." At bedtime, my wife and I did what we usually do. Because we'd just done it in the afternoon, I was a little distracted and my erection was softer than usual. My wife scolded me for sleeping in all the time, saying I was getting sleepier and sleepier, and I was losing all my energy. I laughed and continued working hard.
A while later, my wife groaned and told me, "Honey, guess what I saw when I got home this afternoon?" My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly asked, "What did you see?" My wife said mysteriously, "I saw Dad watching TV in the living room, and Mom was only wearing thermal underwear. Wow, Mom has such a great figure!" I felt relieved and continued, "Oh, that's all? You just noticed?" "Ah…you naughty husband, you've peeked before, hehe. I also noticed Mom's face was red. My gut feeling is, did she and Dad just finish 'that'?" my wife said while I was penetrating her.
"How could that be? Dad and you got off work around the same time, how could that be?" I said, immediately regretting it, feeling guilty.
"Oh, right. Dad just came in recently, he hadn't even taken off his coat. So maybe I came in while they were getting ready for 'that'." Luckily, my wife didn't think too much of it. Oh, no, it was my overthinking.
"Hmm, maybe." "But that doesn't quite make sense. We were both home; they couldn't have done *that*." "What are you thinking?" "Bad husband...you're so amazing right now. Ah...husband, husband, did you sleep with Mom while I was away?" "..." "Ah...you get excited every time I mention this. So amazing, husband, ah...can I play the role again, good son? Come on, I'm your mom, fuck me now." "Ah..." "Husband, I'm coming too, I want you to fuck me. Son, good son...Mommy's inside me. Ah..."

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