Mother and Son's Marriage 2

Having heard all that, and considering her tone, expression, and reaction just now, I was pretty sure she was moved by my sincerity, but she still seemed to have some reservations. However, I decided not to let those reservations become a barrier between us. Now that I understood her feelings, I was determined not to let happiness slip through my fingers again. If I didn't pursue it now, when would I? Suddenly, I kissed her. My mother struggled slightly in my arms for a few moments, then quieted down, though her breathing became rapid. I breathed heavily, passionately kissing her fragrant lips, while simultaneously extending my tongue, trying to breach her teeth. My mother seemed a little overwhelmed by my forceful kiss, her head swaying slightly, tilting back, trying to escape my pursuit, but I wasn't about to let her go. Throughout the kiss, my eyes remained open, watching my mother's facial expressions. My mother seemed afraid to look at me; her eyes were closed, her face flushed with embarrassment. After a half-minute kiss, with nowhere left to hide, my mother finally loosened her teeth a little, and I seized the opportunity to slip my tongue inside. Instantly, my tongue touched hers, which seemed to be trying to pull away. I took the opportunity to probe even deeper, our tongues intertwining. The moment our tongues met, I felt my mother's body tremble slightly, stiffen for a moment, and then relax again. I also felt a surge of excitement, as if an electric current had rushed through my entire body. Just at this beautiful moment, a loud shout abruptly interrupted our conversation. "Old man, hurry up, don't block my way, hurry!" My grandmother's anxious and excited voice came from the stairs. I hadn't expected my grandparents to be back so quickly; they probably hadn't gone far from home. Hearing my grandmother's voice, I quickly released my mother and sat back behind her, supporting her. My mother blushed and lowered her head, seemingly afraid that her grandparents would see her embarrassed state. In that short moment, my grandparents rushed into my mother's bedroom. My grandmother took a step forward, ran to my mother's side, looked at her excitedly, then opened her arms and hugged her tightly, burying her face in her shoulder and bursting into tears. Between sobs, she choked out things like, "Daughter, Mom was so worried." Hearing her grandmother cry, my mother reached out and hugged her back, calling out "Mom," before also sobbing. Seeing the two of them like this, I stood up and made way for them. My grandfather, his face filled with excitement and joy, stood by, his eyes red, gently patting their backs to comfort them. After a long while, my grandmother finally stopped crying, and just then, the medical team arrived. They then gave my mother a thorough examination and confirmed that she was out of danger. Afterwards, the medical team saw that my mother was still very weak, so they gave her two bottles of IV fluids. During the IV drip, my grandmother held my mother's hand the whole time, talking to herself, pouring out all her worries and fears from the past year, constantly asking about my mother's condition and whether she felt any discomfort, leaving my grandfather and me no chance to interject. I didn't mind being temporarily neglected; after all, I completely understood my grandmother's deep love for her daughter. Moreover, I didn't feel neglected, especially after receiving a tender and apologetic look from my mother. While listening to their conversation, I heard my mother tell my grandmother that she had accidentally hit the car in front of her because she was distracted while driving. Hearing this, a slight thought struck me, and I immediately realized that my mother was indirectly caused by me; my bold confession back then had probably disturbed her peace of mind. "So, Mom wasn't truly indifferent to me back then," I thought to myself with a sigh. Chapter NineAfter the tumultuous period of our courtship, peace finally returned to our home. My mother, still weak from her IV drip, fell into a deep sleep. Seeing her asleep, I was quite anxious, worried she might not wake up again like before. So, I insisted on staying in her bedroom, waiting for her to wake up. My grandparents, seeing my insistence, let me be. Fortunately, my worries were unnecessary; three hours later, my mother slowly woke up. As soon as she was awake, I quickly dropped the newspaper I'd been reading for three hours without understanding its contents, rushed to her bedside, sat in the chair beside her, and looked at my mother, still sleepy and with a delicate expression. "Qian, you're finally awake," I said softly. Hearing me, my mother gently turned her head to look at me and smiled. Seeing this smile, so different from her professional, formal smile at work, I suddenly felt the world brighten up. "Are you afraid I won't wake up again?" my mother asked softly. Knowing she'd guessed my thoughts, I gave an embarrassed, silly smile. Instead of answering her directly, I gently took her hand and said, "If you really do become Sleeping Beauty again, then I'll protect you for the rest of my life." Hearing this, a blush immediately rose on my mother's face. After looking at me quietly for a few seconds, her smile suddenly vanished, and she asked seriously, "Yi, don't you really care that I'm so much older than you? I could probably be your mother by now. And even if you don't mind my age, what about your parents and family? Will they accept me? Also, I have to be honest with you, I used to be with another man and had a son, but we separated, and I don't know where my son is now. Don't you mind that?" After asking, she stared at me intently, her expression seemingly a little nervous. I met her gaze and said sincerely with a smile, "I really don't mind how much older you are than me. If I really did, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you. As for my family, you don't need to worry about them either. I live alone; my parents have passed away, and I don't have any siblings. Since my father was an orphan, I don't have any uncles or other relatives. Besides, even if I did, I wouldn't care what they think. I'm the one who loves you, not them. As for your past, I don't care. What I care about is our future." After saying that, I added in my mind, "Of course you can be my mother. You are my biological mother." Seeing me say this, my mother's slightly tense expression finally relaxed. After I finished speaking, I leaned over to kiss her lips. This time, she didn't stop me, closed her eyes slightly, and let me kiss her. After the kiss, I sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at her, and said to her half-seriously, half-jokingly, "Sister Qian, you said you could be my mother. If I were really your son, I would be so happy. How many people in the world have such a beautiful and wonderful mother like you?" Hearing this, my mother said shyly, "Nonsense! Since you like being my son so much, why are you still chasing after me? I might as well just let you be my godson." She couldn't help but chuckle softly, seemingly imagining my embarrassment at her words. Unfortunately, I wasn't embarrassed; instead, my heart pounded wildly. "Okay, then I'll recognize you as my mother for now, hehe, Mom," I said, pretending to joke along with her. "Yes, good son," my mother responded with a smile, looking at me happily, seemingly amused by my "joke." Hearing her respond to my address, I felt both excited and moved. I never imagined that the first time I would call my mother "Mom" would be under such circumstances. "My dear mother, please marry me, okay?" I continued, pretending to joke. My mother chuckled and replied, "I went through so much to give birth to you, and now I have to be your wife? Wouldn't I be losing out?" She seemed to be happily caught up in the joke, echoing my words. I never expected that beneath her usually dignified and serious exterior, she would have such a humorous and cheerful side. She said it without thinking, but I, the listener, felt my blood boil. This kind of conversation was so exciting, I decided to take the excitement to the extreme. Thinking so excitedly, I continued, "How could it be losing out? You gave birth to a son, and he gave you a husband in return, isn't that even?" "Even if it's even, then in the future I'll have to give your son another son, isn't that losing out?" my mother said without thinking. However, after saying that, she seemed to realize that I had led her to discuss such a taboo and outrageous topic as incest, even bringing up incestuous offspring. Feeling embarrassed, she immediately turned her head away, gave a soft "humph," and pretended to ignore me. I chuckled and could only regretfully stop the conversation. Grandma happened to come up from downstairs at that moment, smiling broadly at us, and said, "I think I just heard you talking about having a son. What, you haven't even had your wedding banquet yet, and you're already discussing having a son? Isn't that a bit too hasty?" I continued to chuckle, speechless. My mother, caught off guard by my grandmother's words, was momentarily speechless. Turning to her grandmother with a blushing face, she said, "Mom, what are you saying? Who's in a hurry to discuss having a son? We're not even close to having a son yet." My grandmother walked over, not arguing, pulled up a chair and sat down. She looked at my mother and me, then said seriously, "I don't care if you've discussed it or not. Seriously, when are you two planning to get married and have a banquet? I really want to hold my grandson soon." "Soon, very soon," I quickly replied. After saying that, I smiled at my mother and saw her give me a slightly embarrassed glare, but she ultimately didn't refute me. Hearing my answer, my grandmother smiled and nodded, then began to nag about my mother's past, saying that she'd been urging her to find a partner for twenty years, but she'd always dragged her feet. She wondered if her standards were too high, as she seemed to find no one suitable, causing her and her husband endless worry. Now, finally, someone had come along who could tame her, and so on. Grandma's nagging made Mom's face flush red and then pale. She tried several times to interrupt Grandma, but Grandma ignored her and continued talking. Finally, Grandma finished looking at Mom and talking to her, and went downstairs satisfied. When it was just the two of us, I looked at Mom with a smile, while Mom pretended to glare at me. Over the next four or five days, with careful care, Mom quickly recovered and was no longer so weak. Through these days of spending time together, my relationship with Mom deepened considerably. I noticed that Mom was increasingly showing a girlish side in front of me; perhaps this was the magic of love. However, there were also many times when she truly felt like a mother. This seemingly contradictory feeling, I liked very much, even enjoyed. That morning, after everyone had breakfast together, I saw the weather was very nice and suggested taking Mom out for a walk. Mom readily agreed. Then, Mom said she needed to change clothes and went back upstairs first. My grandparents went out for a walk. After a while, she came downstairs again. I glanced at her and my eyes lit up. She had her hair styled in a mature and elegant way, and she wore a sleeveless white cheongsam with blue floral patterns, the hem of which just covered her thighs a dozen centimeters above her knees. On her feet were a pair of crystal high-heeled sandals. This outfit perfectly accentuated her snow-white neck, her well-proportioned and shapely figure, and her long, slender, fair legs, giving her a classical and elegant beauty. My mother saw me staring at her intently and gave me a confident yet reserved smile, walking towards me gracefully. As she moved, the slit in her cheongsam revealed glimpses of her fair skin, making my eyes widen even more. A surge of excitement coursed through me as I silently thought, "In the near future, Mom's alluring body will be entirely mine." "Silly boy, what are you looking at? Haven't you had enough? Get out of here!" My mother walked up to me, playfully scolding me. Over the past few days, since we'd both become aware of each other's feelings and opened our hearts, I'd occasionally revealed my true colors, displaying a bit of a lecherous side in front of her. She was used to it and didn't see anything wrong with it, so I wasn't afraid of her seeing me looking at her with a slightly lecherous gaze. Of course, if someone else looked at her like that, she'd probably get angry on the spot and immediately label them a pervert. Hearing my mother, who was also my future wife, speak, I quickly straightened up and accompanied her out the door to the SUV parked on the side of the road. Suddenly, my mother stopped, covered her mouth with her hand, and burst out laughing. I was startled, then followed her gaze and saw a scene that made me laugh too. It turned out my car hadn't been driven in ages; it'd been parked here by the roadside. Now, a few clumps of wild grass had sprouted from a patch of mud clinging to the front tires. After finally managing to suppress my laughter, my mother asked, "Why is your car covered in grass? How long has it been since you drove it?" I thought for a moment and said..."Hmm, it's been almost a year since I drove it. Anyway, ever since you were transferred home from the hospital, I've been with you the whole time and haven't gone out at all, so I haven't driven." As I said this, I started to worry a little about whether the car could even start. After hearing my answer, my mother suddenly looked at me tenderly, then leaned in and gently kissed me on the cheek. My heart fluttered instantly. I thought to myself, "So this is the benefit of having grass growing in the car. I should have planted some grass in it on purpose." Afterward, I opened the car door and checked the car's condition. I found that the interior and engine were still in excellent condition. It was indeed a high-end car that I bought at a high price; the quality was excellent. After checking the car, I drove my mother to a forest park outside the city. In the park, I whispered sweet nothings to my mother and took pictures of her. My mother was like a bird that had flown out of its cage, leaving countless laughs on the forest paths as we walked. Of course, during that time, I took the opportunity to hug and kiss my mother three times, each time with ecstasy; the wonderful feeling was truly indescribable. At noon, having had a great time, we returned to the city, found a Western restaurant, and booked a small private room for lunch. When we first sat down, she and I sat on opposite sides of the table. After the waiter brought our food, I got up, went to the door, locked the door from the inside, and then sat down next to my mother. "Why didn't you sit in the perfectly good spot over there? Why did you squeeze in here? Are you up to something again?" My mother seemed to have guessed my ulterior motives and said to me with a light laugh. I didn't answer her immediately, but instead focused on quickly cutting a piece of steak, and then put my left arm around her waist from behind. "Because I want to feed you. I'm afraid my future wife will go hungry," I said, as I used my fork to pick up a small piece of steak, dipped it in sauce, and brought it to her lips. My mother made a token struggle, seemingly displeased that I was feeding her like a child, but then obediently opened her mouth and ate the steak I offered, leaning her upper body slightly towards me. We finished the steak quickly, taking turns eating bite by bite. After finishing, I put down my fork and casually placed my hand on her thigh. My mother instinctively pressed down on my right hand, but then released it, closing her eyes slightly and resting her head on mine. Seeing her consent, I felt a surge of excitement. My hand moved from her thigh, gently caressing her smooth, supple leg, gradually slipping under her skirt. Sensing my movement, my mother squeezed her legs together, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't stop me. Seeing that she remained acquiescing, I boldly slipped my right hand inside her skirt, tracing it down her thigh to the groin, until my trembling fingers touched the soft flesh beneath her thin panties. When my fingers touched that alluring spot deep within her skirt, my heart roared with excitement, "God, I've finally put my hand under my own mother's skirt, touched her genitals!" When my fingers touched her genitals, I felt her body stiffen slightly, but she didn't stop me. Of course, I wasn't satisfied with just that. At that moment, I felt my blood rushing, and a wave of excitement washed over me. I quickly glanced at the locked door and the lowered blinds, then pushed the table in front of me to the opposite side, making room. Then, I pushed my mother down onto the wide leather seat. As I pinned my mother down, she let out a soft cry, her hands instinctively reaching to her chest as she gently pushed me away. She then gave up resisting, her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes closed, letting my upper body press against hers. Her breathing, however, became noticeably rapid and labored, her full breasts, tightly encased in her clothes, heaving. After pinning her down, I wrapped my left arm around her neck, while my right hand, still inside her skirt, hooked my fingers onto her panties and pulled them down her thighs. Because my mother was lying diagonally on the leather seat, only her upper body could fully rest on it; half of her buttocks and legs were still protruding from the seat, supported by her feet. Therefore, I easily pulled her panties down to the back of her knees, which were bent at a ninety-degree angle. The moment I pulled down my mother's panties, I felt my blood boil even more. I eagerly reached my trembling right hand back under her skirt, my hand landing on her vulva at the end of her beautiful legs. Because my mother's legs were still tightly closed, my touch only reached her soft, full, inverted triangular mons pubis, my fingers clearly feeling a patch of soft pubic hair. After rubbing her mons pubis a few times, I joined my fingers together and probed downwards along it. Instantly, my fingers touched a slightly moist, smooth slit. Continuing to push along the slit, I felt it getting deeper and wetter until finally, my middle finger was completely inside, my fingertip probing a warm, moist little opening. "Ah, this is my mother's vulva, her labia, this little opening, that's her vaginal opening. I was born from here!" At that moment, I shouted with incredible excitement and stimulation, feeling my penis become incredibly hard. The instant my right hand touched her labia and vaginal opening, I clearly felt my mother's body tremble; her legs clamped even tighter, and her hips twitched slightly restlessly. Her lips parted slightly, letting out a soft, trembling moan. Just as I was about to insert my finger into her vagina, wanting to savor it, my mother suddenly opened her eyes, breathing heavily, and said shyly in a low voice, "Yi, no." Hearing this, I forced myself to stop, overcome with excitement. I really wanted to experience her body, especially her genitals, but only if she didn't object or show any aversion. "What's wrong?" I asked softly, trying to keep my voice calm as I suppressed my excitement. "Not here, okay? I'm scared," my mother said softly. I kissed her, nodded in agreement, and reluctantly pulled my right hand out from under her skirt, helping her up and holding her waist with both hands. "Yi, I hope... I hope I can give myself to you on our wedding night, okay?" my mother said shyly, looking at me. It seemed she was worried I would take advantage of her on the spot. I pulled her close to my chest, my face pressed against hers, and said with a smile, "Okay, but I need to collect some interest first." "You're so annoying, you pervert!" My mother said coquettishly, relieved. Then, she stood up, her face flushed, and with her back to me, pulled her white panties back up to her lower body. As she pulled up her panties, the hem of her cheongsam was also pulled up to her waist, instantly revealing her round, snow-white buttocks and the tender pink labia peeking out from her cleft, all of which came into my view. Of course, her pair of fair and beautiful legs were also fully displayed before my eyes. Seeing this scene, I almost had a nosebleed from the stimulation. I barely managed to control the excitement and impulse in my heart, and didn't put into action the thought of rushing over to hug her and immediately thrusting my hard, engorged penis into her vagina from behind. After my mother put her panties back on and rearranged the hem of her cheongsam, she turned around. When she saw my obviously lustful expression, her face turned even redder with embarrassment. She smiled faintly at me, then gracefully walked back to my side and sat down. I then pulled the table back to its original position and continued eating with my mother. However, as I ate, my mind kept replaying the ecstatic sensation of my hand slipping under her skirt, and my penis remained erect for a long time. Seeing my somewhat dazed appearance, my mother found it both amusing and heartbreaking. After a moment's hesitation, she boldly used her fork to feed me her steak, seemingly trying to make amends. She acted much like a mother coaxing a child to eat. However, I, like a restless child, found myself wandering off to her thighs, gently touching them. This time, my mother didn't interrupt my caresses, but whenever my hand ventured deeper under her skirt to tease her genitals, she gently pressed my hand down. Finally, under my pleading gaze, my mother surrendered. After finishing the last piece of steak, she blushed, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "What's the rush? I'll always be yours. I'm just afraid you won't want me anymore." Hearing her words, my heart instantly blossomed like a hundred flowers; the whole world seemed to brighten, and every breath I took felt full of passion and vitality. Then, in my excitement, I returned her a long, passionate kiss. A dozen minutes later, my mother and I walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. A faint blush lingered on her face, while I looked radiant with pride. Afterward, we went straight home. After dropping her off at her doorstep, I mysteriously...I changed buses and went for another drive. When I returned home, I found a dazzling diamond wedding ring in my pocket. Chapter TenThat evening, after dinner, my grandparents watched TV in the living room with my mother. I said goodbye and went upstairs to my room. After fussing for a while, I excitedly came back downstairs. As soon as I entered the living room, I was immediately stared at by all three of them. I was wearing a very formal suit, something I had never done in front of them before. Under their gaze, I walked straight to my mother and looked at her affectionately. Just as my mother blushed slightly under my gaze, I suddenly did something that surprised them all. I knelt down on one knee, took out a red heart-shaped box containing a diamond ring, presented it to her, and then, with utmost sincerity and excitement, said to her, "Meiqian, will you marry me?" Hearing me call her by her name for the first time and formally propose, my mother seemed unaccustomed to such a scene, her face flushed with embarrassment as she froze. "Daughter, say yes!" Grandma said, beaming from the side, while Grandpa also wore a smile. This time, Mother finally reacted. She looked at me with loving eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and then shyly agreed, "I say yes." Her ears turned completely red with embarrassment. Although I knew she would definitely say yes, hearing her agree to marry me in person still filled me with boundless joy: my dream was finally beginning to come true. I excitedly took out the ring, took her hand, and slipped it onto her finger. After doing this, I stood up, picked Mother up, spun her around a few times, and shouted with joy. Grandpa and Grandma, seeing this, couldn't stop laughing. After spinning her around, I gently put Mother down. At this moment, my mother's face was still flushed with embarrassment, seemingly still unable to process what I had just done in front of her parents. However, beneath the blush, the deep happiness on her face was undeniable. After we stood up straight again, before I could say anything, my grandmother began to comment on us. She said that my suit and my mother's modified cheongsam matched perfectly, making us look like a match made in heaven. My grandfather nodded in agreement with a smile. My mother seemed embarrassed by my grandmother's comment, so she took my hand and we ran together to the rooftop terrace on the third floor, which made the two elders laugh heartily again. Once on the rooftop, my mother stood in front of the railing, and I put my arms around her waist from behind. Because I am 1.8 meters tall, although my mother is not short either, she still looked petite and delicate against me. After embracing my mother, I pulled my right hand out, reached into my pocket, and magically produced a vibrant red rose. I held it to her nose. My mother took the rose, holding it in one hand and using the other to cover my hand that was resting on her lower abdomen. Then, she tilted her head back slightly, turned to face me, and pressed her red lips to my cheek. "Do you like it?" I returned her kiss and asked gently. "Mmm," my mother responded softly, leaning her head closer to mine, our faces touching. For a moment, neither of us spoke, just embracing each other tenderly, bathed in the moonlight. The next morning, after breakfast, my mother and I, carrying our identification documents, went to the marriage registration office to register our marriage, legally establishing our marital relationship. The process went smoothly; the staff carefully checked our identification documents and quickly processed our paperwork. When I finally received the bright red marriage certificate, I immediately opened it. Looking at the intimate photo of my mother and me, and the names Zheng Yi and He Meiqian in the couple's information section, an overwhelming feeling of excitement, thrill, and happiness instantly filled my heart. From this moment on, my biological mother officially became my legal wife. I examined the brand-new marriage certificate for a while, then turned to look at my mother, who was shyly and happily handing out wedding candies to the staff. I thought to myself, "Mom, perhaps you will never have the chance to know that I am your biological son, but I will always remember that you are my biological mother, and now, my wife. Whether you are my mother or my wife, I will dedicate my life to loving you and making you truly happy." Thinking this, I felt a sense of maturity, a new sense of responsibility within me. While I was reflecting on this, my mother had finished handing out the wedding candies. She turned around, saw me looking at her tenderly, and quickly walked to my side, taking my hand. After smiling at her, I led her out of the marriage registration office and drove home together. On the way home, my mother and I discussed the upcoming arrangements, specifically the wedding arrangements. However, after much discussion, we realized that the key issue was timing. Only after confirming the specific wedding date could we plan everything else. When we got home, we found my maternal grandparents there. I immediately told them that my mother and I had officially registered our marriage. When I addressed them as "Mom and Dad," their faces lit up with immense relief, joy, and happiness; they couldn't stop smiling. Actually, when I called them "Mom and Dad," my heart skipped a beat, a strange sense of excitement welling up inside me. Then, my grandmother pulled my mother aside and asked when she could hold her grandchild, making my mother blush and frequently look at me, as if seeking my help. I could only offer her a helpless smile. There was nothing I could do about Grandma's nagging. Then, I told Grandpa about the wedding date. After listening, he thought about it seriously and said that it was best to have someone calculate the date to be on the safe side; we couldn't just decide on a random date. Grandma, hearing our discussion, quickly joined in and agreed with Grandpa's point of view. Now that we had a direction, the rest was easier. After Grandpa asked for my exact birth date, he immediately went out excitedly to find a fortune teller. An hour or so later, he returned. He told us that the wedding date had been chosen—a weekend six months from now. With the date set, we started discussing other preparations. After a long discussion, we finally decided to hold the wedding in H city. Anyway, I don't have any relatives in G city, and G city isn't really my hometown, so it doesn't matter where the banquet is held for me; the important thing is to be able to accommodate my mother's relatives. Regarding the new house for the wedding, my in-laws initially suggested I decorate it in my current home, but I disagreed. I felt that having the new house in my in-laws' house would make it seem like I was marrying into their family, which wouldn't be appropriate. My plan was to buy a house in H city, preferably a detached villa. Since there were still six months until the wedding, we could renovate it immediately. When I proposed this, my grandparents initially objected, saying it was too wasteful of money. However, after I roughly explained my assets to them, they were surprised for a moment and then had no further objections. With the major aspects settled, we didn't delve into the remaining details. I took care of everything except sending invitations to the bride's relatives. During the discussions, my mother mostly remained silent, adopting a hands-off approach. This attitude filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction and deepened my affection for her. After discussing the common issues, my mother and I went upstairs to her bedroom to continue discussing our own matters. Since my mother's supervisor position at the hotel hadn't been revoked, two days ago, after learning of her recovery, the hotel management came to visit and offer their condolences. They also suggested that if her health had fully recovered, the hotel hoped she could return to work as soon as possible. My mother decided to return to work for the time being. She said she had worked there for over ten years and had developed a strong attachment to the hotel, so she didn't want to resign immediately. I respected and understood this. Although I'm quite wealthy, I don't want to completely confine my mother to my side; as long as she's happy, that's fine. Actually, besides respecting her wishes, I also had a selfish reason for not objecting to my mother continuing to work at the hotel. I've always found my mother most attractive in her uniform skirt, and I hope to see her like that more often in the future. Of course, even if she didn't do that job anymore, if I suggested she wear something similar, she would probably try her best to accommodate my preference, but then it would lack a certain authentic charm. Over the next few days, my mother and I went to the villa area in the suburbs to investigate. Finally, we bought a villa near a small lake in a secluded environment and finalized the renovation arrangements.For several days, my mother was in high spirits, completely embracing her role as the lady of the house. Especially when discussing renovation details with the company, her focused and dedicated demeanor made me, the husband, feel quite ashamed. However, since my mother was in charge of the renovation, I didn't feel any sense of loss or discomfort; in fact, I was enjoying it. Since we had officially established our marital relationship, my usually dignified and reserved mother had become much more open with me during these few days, treating me entirely as a wife. Hugging and kissing went without saying, but what excited me most was that once in the car, after kissing and groping her, I excitedly told her I wanted to see her genitals. My mother was extremely embarrassed, but she still granted my wish. She was wearing a rather casual skirt suit at the time. She reached under her skirt, pulled down her panties, and then turned to face me, shyly opening her legs. She tried to lift her skirt to her waist, but I stopped her, only telling her to spread her legs as wide as possible until her alluring thighs stretched the skirt to its limit. I found that peeking at her genitals like this was even more exciting and stimulating. This was the first time I had ever seen my mother's genitals, and the feeling from that sight was completely different from touching them; it was a unique and stimulating pleasure. Imagine your mother wearing a skirt, spreading her legs, and letting you see up close her bare genitals—the sight of her white inner thighs, full mons pubis, dark pubic hair, delicate and shy labia, and the half-open vaginal opening—all clearly visible to you. How would you feel? Anyway, I was so stimulated that I couldn't help but tremble, and my penis instantly became rock hard. At that moment, I not only looked, but also reached down and slowly touched the inside of her smooth, white thighs, slipping my hand inside her skirt. As I looked, I teased her labia and clitoris with my fingers. Finally, after teasing her until she couldn't help but gasp and her lower body was incredibly wet, I even inserted my fingers into her vagina, which was constantly overflowing with clear, sticky love juice, gently stirring the tender vaginal walls inside. While I was playing with her, I was naturally excited and my blood was boiling, while my mother kept her eyes tightly closed, her face flushed, her head slightly tilted back, and she couldn't help but let out faint moans. Her hands were tightly gripping my arms, I didn't know if she wanted to stop me or pull my hand deeper into her skirt. After watching and playing with my mother's genitals for a while, I was so aroused that I wanted to take her right there and then, eager to insert my penis into her vagina or even her uterus, to fully enjoy the thrill of incestuous intercourse with my own mother. Fortunately, just as I was about to act, a group of students walked towards my car. Their loud laughter and chatter startled me, forcing me to abandon my next move against my mother, and I reluctantly pulled my hand out from under her skirt. After I pulled my hand out, my mother slumped weakly against the seat, her chest still heaving rapidly, unable to calm down for a long time. After this interruption, I did not continue to violate my mother, but restrained my impulse, started the car, and drove straight home. When we got home, my mother still felt weak all over and almost couldn't walk steadily. In the end, I had to half-support her to help her walk. After walking a few steps, I noticed a damp patch, several fingers wide, on the back of my mother's skirt. I immediately guessed it was from the vaginal fluid that had seeped out earlier. This discovery stirred a surge of desire within me, but I didn't say anything. I helped my mother upstairs to her bedroom. Luckily, my grandparents weren't home; otherwise, seeing my mother in such a disheveled state would have been incredibly embarrassing for her. After this experience, for the rest of the time, until our wedding day, I tried my best to restrain myself, avoiding touching her body excessively, especially her genitals. I was afraid I might lose control and take her body. I had promised her that I would take her body on our wedding night, and I didn't want to break that promise. Moreover, I genuinely hoped that our first sexual encounter would be on our wedding night. Of course, my obsession with this was, to put it bluntly, self-destructive and self-torturous. The feeling of seeing and touching something yet deliberately suppressing one's primal urges was truly agonizing. "Why did I set the wedding date so far in the first place? What a mistake!" I often lamented to myself. Fortunately, my mother's admiring and caring gaze, and her ever-growing affection for me, provided much comfort and encouragement, helping me get through it. During this time, my mother returned to work at the hotel for a while, even taking a week off to have our wedding photos taken. As for me, while spending time with my mother, I also took the time to gradually put my previous plans into action, and everything went smoothly. Chapter ElevenAfter all the preparations for my grand wedding with my mother were completed well in advance, the most exciting day of my long wait finally arrived. Because I had spent a considerable sum hiring a renowned wedding planning company to plan and oversee the entire wedding, and also entrusted several close friends to help me receive my classmates, friends, adoptive parents, and old acquaintances, I didn't have to worry about anything except being the groom. I got up very early that morning. After being fussed over by a large group of people for half the day, once I was all ready, seeing that the auspicious time had arrived, amidst the cheers and farewells, with immense excitement and trepidation, I led a long, luxurious motorcade straight to my maternal grandparents' house to pick up my bride, my mother. The wedding procession went smoothly. When I carried my mother, dressed in a classic, elegant yet subtly sexy white wedding gown, into the car, my heart was struck by the first wave of happiness of the day. After picking up the bride, the motorcade turned back to my new villa. On the way back, I sent the best man and bridesmaids to the front row so my mother and I could enjoy our brief honeymoon time together. In the back, I held my mother close, gazing at her dignified and beautiful bride face, momentarily mesmerized. After careful makeup and styling, my mother's face, which already looked like she was in her thirties, appeared even more delicate, yet possessed a captivating mature charm—truly breathtaking. Seeing me staring at her, my mother smiled at me, her face radiating happiness, and whispered, "You've been looking at me for so long, aren't you satisfied?" I hugged her tighter and replied, "Of course I'm satisfied, I could look at you for a lifetime and still not be satisfied. I wish you were my bride every day." "You're fickle," my mother playfully scolded. Then, whispering sweet nothings, the motorcade returned to the villa. Guided by the emcee, my mother and I completed a series of ceremonies according to custom. After a short rest, around 5 or 6 pm, we returned to the car and headed to the five-star hotel where the wedding was being held for the welcoming ceremony and the grand wedding ceremony. My mother and I arrived at the hotel and stood at the entrance to greet our arriving relatives and friends. While my classmates and friends were being polite, many of my mother's relatives and friends, seeing me, the young and handsome groom for the first time, showered my mother with compliments, saying she had found a truly excellent husband. This made my mother even more shy and happy, frequently casting me sweet, blissful glances. Finally, the arduous but joyful welcoming ceremony ended, and it was time for the important final moment of the wedding ceremony. My mother and I waited anxiously and nervously outside the banquet hall for a moment before the wedding march finally began. As the music began, the doors slowly opened, revealing a long red carpet adorned with countless dazzling crystal chandeliers and roses. At the end of the carpet was a large stage, its backdrop a huge banner displaying our sweet wedding photos. The words "May you have a long and happy marriage" were prominently displayed. "Do you like it?" I asked my mother tenderly before taking her hand and stepping down the aisle. "Yes, I love it. Yi, my heart is pounding," she said excitedly. "Then remember to call me 'husband' louder later," I said with a smile, because she had said she would only call me "husband" after the wedding. Hearing this, my mother blushed and pretended not to respond, but then nodded slightly. Then, hand in hand, my mother and I walked down the red carpet, step by step towards the stage amidst the cheers and gazes of countless relatives and friends lining the aisle. Along the way, firework tubes were continuously opened by the staff, spraying out colorful confetti that rained down on us, adding to the romance of our walk hand in hand. Finally, the red carpet was over, and I gently put my arm around my mother's waist as we stepped onto the stage. Once we were in the center of the stage, turning around to see so many relatives and guests staring at us, my heart was filled with immense excitement and satisfaction. Tell me, who else in the world could walk down the aisle with their own mother in front of so many eyes, rightfully marrying her into their family? After we stood in place, the emcee guided us through the planned wedding ceremony, one step at a time. When the emcee finally announced, "Next, let's witness the couple's exchanging vows. Shall we give them a round of applause?" my already excited heart began to pound even faster. Once this ceremony is completed, my mother and I will be united in the traditional sense, and that union will be finalized. From that moment on, the world, both legally and traditionally, will have to acknowledge our marital relationship. Finally, after my grandparents took their seats, the emcee, amidst applause from the guests, solemnly announced the steps of the ceremony. "First bow to Heaven and Earth!" "Second bow to the parents!" "Husband and wife bow to each other!" With the announcements, my mother and I perfectly completed the mutual bowing. At the moment the ceremony concluded, I looked up at my mother and found her looking at me as well. We gazed at each other with deep affection, as if this moment were forever. "Alright, the wedding ceremony for the newlyweds is now successfully completed. Now, let us all give the newlyweds another round of applause, wishing them a lifetime of love and many children," the emcee announced at the opportune moment. After another round of enthusiastic applause subsided, the emcee turned to face us and asked with a smile, "The wedding is now complete. Do you two have anything to say to each other in front of everyone?" Hearing this, I took the microphone from the emcee, faced my mother, and excitedly said loudly, "Wife, I swear, I will spend my whole life loving you and making you happy. If there is a next life, I will definitely find you in the vast sea of people and marry you again. Wife, I love you!" Hearing my heartfelt declaration, my mother was deeply moved; I could see her body tremble slightly. She took the microphone from me, held it to her chest, opened her mouth, but didn't speak. I didn't know if it was from excitement or shyness, or perhaps both. Seeing this, I took a step closer to her, stood in front of her, opened my arms, gently hugged her waist, and looked at her face to face, my eyes full of encouragement and expectation. After I embraced my mother, amidst the applause and cheers of the guests, she glanced at me shyly, then finally boldly confessed her love for me: "Husband, I love you too. Marrying you is the happiest thing in my life. I hope I can be your wife for all eternity." A thunderous applause erupted from the audience. In that applause, my heart was captivated. My mother's call of "husband" made my entire soul tremble with excitement. I had waited for over a hundred days and nights to hear her say that, and now, I finally did. And with that "husband," it meant that from this day forward, she truly belonged entirely to me. Her heart, her body, everything about her would bear my mark, and no one could take her away from me. Amidst the long and enthusiastic applause, I embraced my mother for a brief, joyful moment before finally separating. Afterwards, guided by the emcee, my mother and I went down from the stage to change into our formal attire, preparing to toast the guests and relatives one by one to thank them for their presence and blessings. As we were about to separate and enter the dressing room, a sudden thought struck me. I turned and whispered excitedly in my mother's ear, "Wife, don't wear underwear later, okay?" The moment I finished speaking, I saw my mother's face turn completely red with embarrassment. She turned to look at me, giving me a slight, slightly annoyed glare. However, just when I was utterly disappointed, thinking she wouldn't agree, I saw her shyly and softly give me a soft "Mmm." In that instant, my heart was overwhelmed by intense joy and excited anticipation. It seemed my mother was indeed a very obedient wife; my "sexual" happiness was assured. A few minutes later, I emerged from the dressing room, wearing a different outfit. Actually, it was still a suit, just a different color. After I came out, I waited for about two minutes before my mother gracefully emerged from the women's dressing room. She had changed out of her slightly bulky wedding dress and was now wearing a red, sleeveless, high-necked cheongsam. That cheongsam was custom-made for her by a renowned tailor; the cut was perfect, hugging her voluptuous and shapely figure, perfectly highlighting her slender neck, full breasts, slender waist, shapely hips, and the curves of her beautiful legs. I stared intently at my mother as she walked towards me, my gaze traveling from her tender, expressive face downwards, finally settling on her long, shapely legs, which were glimpsed intermittently beneath the cheongsam as she moved. My mother wasn't wearing stockings, but even without them, her legs appeared remarkably smooth, white, and full of flesh.Sensuality and sensuality. Just as I was staring at her, almost drooling uncontrollably, my mother finally came to my side. Seeing my lecherous look, her face beamed with happiness, revealing a shy and proud expression. After my mother and I stood side by side, I reached out and put my arm around her waist, my hand quickly and lightly touching her waist and hips through her clothes. After touching her, my heart started pounding wildly, because through the touch, I could feel that my mother was indeed not wearing any underwear. The thought of my mother accompanying me to toast the guests while completely naked under her cheongsam instantly stimulated me with a strange and intense excitement, causing my penis to instantly become erect, and my blood to rush through my veins. Fortunately, my underwear was quite tight, so it barely contained my erection, preventing me from getting an erection on the spot. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know how to deal with such an embarrassing situation. At this moment, the emcee and photographer, seeing that we were ready, came over. I quickly composed myself, regaining my composure, and temporarily suppressed my wonderful daydreams, preparing to go with my mother to toast the guests in gratitude. For the next hour, accompanied and guided by the emcee, my mother and I went from table to table toasting the enthusiastic guests. Since I was drinking pure water disguised as liquor, after dozens of tables, I wasn't drunk, but I had drunk a lot of water, making my stomach feel slightly bloated. My mother fared better than me, as she didn't need to finish every glass; most of the time she just took a small sip. After toasting, my mother and I had finished our tasks. By then, it was dark, and without waiting for the guests to leave, my mother and I quietly slipped out of the lively banquet hall, planning to immediately drive back to our new villa in the suburbs to enjoy the infinite bliss of our wedding night. Chapter TwelveAfter our blissful wedding night, my mother and I left the banquet hall and went straight to the hotel parking lot, where I had parked my SUV. Before driving off, as my mother stepped into the car and sat down, I quickly slipped my hand between her legs, beneath her cheongsam, and touched her exposed genitals. My fingers brushed against her labia, finding them wet. My mother was startled by my sudden action and instinctively let out a soft gasp, but she didn't try to stop me. After touching her, I suppressed my overwhelming excitement and pulled my hand out from under her cheongsam, smiling at my mother and waving my wet hand in front of her face a few times. My mother, blushing, said softly and affectionately, "Honey, let's go home quickly. Wait a minute, I'll let you touch me as much as you want, okay?" Hearing this, my heart trembled, and the flames of desire burned brighter within me. A moment of passion is priceless, and I didn't want to waste any more time. So, after hearing my mother's alluring offer, I kissed her fiercely, started the car, and sped home. Soon, we arrived back at the villa. As soon as the car stopped, I got out and ran to the passenger door, opening it for her. The moment my mother stepped out, I excitedly grabbed her legs and lower back, lifting her into my arms. Knowing that the moment was about to arrive, my mother's face flushed with nervousness, anticipation, and shyness. Her breathing became rapid, and she dared not meet my burning gaze. I glanced at my mother, who was blushing shyly in my arms, and then, feeling excited and restless, I walked up to the new house on the third floor of the villa. On the way back, neither my mother nor I spoke, because at that moment, there was no need for words; everything was conveyed in the deep affection between our hearts. The new house was large and decorated festively, especially the large red double happiness characters pasted on the wall above the bed, eye-catching and inspiring. However, my attention wasn't on those things, but on the specially made bed, which was over two meters wide. This bed, now covered with pink sheets, would bear witness to my mother and me's first physical union, and many more in the future. My mind raced with the exciting scenes of passionate intercourse with my mother in bed, as I quickened my pace towards the bed. Reaching the bedside, I bent down slightly and gently placed my mother on the bed, helping her sit with her legs bent to the left near the edge. Once seated, my mother reached out to take off her red high heels, afraid of soiling the sheets. I stopped her, sat down close to her on her right, and put my arm around her, saying softly, "Don't take them off. I think your legs are most alluring when you wear high heels. We can wash the sheets later if they get a little dirty." As I spoke, my right hand was already touching her fair, tender thigh, most of which was exposed outside her cheongsam. My mother obediently stopped taking off her shoes, glanced at me shyly, and then leaned her head back slightly on my shoulder, her eyes half-closed, leaving only a slit, as if waiting to be taken. At this point, I could no longer control my excitement and impulse. I held my mother's soft waist tightly with my left hand, breathing heavily, and lowered my head to kiss her red lips. At the same time, my right hand lifted the hem of her cheongsam, freely caressing her smooth, delicate legs, savoring their beauty. My mother responded enthusiastically to my kiss, opening her teeth to allow my tongue to easily enter her mouth, entwining with her fragrant tongue. In the midst of a passionate kiss, my right hand, after caressing my mother's smooth, full thighs several times, slowly moved down her inner thighs, slipping inside her cheongsam to her groin. I touched her full mons pubis, soft pubic hair, and the moist labia beneath. My fingertips teased her clitoris and labia. My mother, attacked from both sides, trembled slightly. She gripped the hem of her cheongsam tightly with both hands, her legs clenched together and rubbing slightly, her upper body twisting slightly. She let out intermittent, weak moans, seemingly unable to bear my advances. After teasing my mother for a while, she was completely limp and panting, while I myself was aroused, my hands trembling slightly, and my penis hardening to the point of a slight ache. "Mom, I'm about to truly become your man. I'll make sure you never forget the feeling of being possessed by me for the first time!" I roared excitedly in my heart, pulling my right hand out from inside my mother's cheongsam. While continuing to kiss her passionately, I used both hands to tear off my own clothes. In no time, I was naked. After taking off my clothes, I knelt on the bed, embraced my mother's upper body, and slowly laid her down on the bed, straightening her legs so that her body was in a supine position. After my mother lay down, I lay diagonally on her right side, my upper body pressing against her right breast, my right leg between her legs, rubbing against her beautiful legs, while my left hand continued to support her back, which was pressed down by her, and my right hand began to unbutton her blouse. In a few moments, all the buttons under her collar were undone, and her pair of full breasts, tightly wrapped in a pink bra, were immediately presented before my eyes. Without hesitation, I ripped open the front of her dress, then hooked her bra and pulled it down, freeing her breasts from their confinement. After doing this, I paused my passionate kiss with my mother, looking up at the fruits of my labor. When my eyes fell upon her full, firm, snow-white breasts, my passion surged even more intensely. Without hesitation, I grasped her left breast with my trembling right hand and kissed it. Instantly, my mouth and hand felt a soft, smooth, and elastic sensation. When I unbuttoned my mother's blouse earlier, her breathing had become even more rapid. Now, as I caressed and sucked on her breasts, her chest heaved violently, and she couldn't help but let out soft moans from her slightly open mouth. Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets, curled up and rested on my shoulders, seemingly trying to push me away instinctively, but ultimately she didn't, only gripping my shoulders tightly. While using my hands and mouth, my right leg wasn't idle either, rubbing and entwining between my mother's legs, feeling the smoothness and delicacy of her thighs. After rubbing for a while, I simply pulled my hand away and pulled her cheongsam up to her thighs. After casually touching her already wet and soft vulva, I returned my hand to her breasts to continue caressing them, while simultaneously pressing my right thigh against my mother's thighs, gently rubbing her vulva. As my thigh rubbed against her genitals, my mother trembled slightly, then couldn't help but bend her legs, clamping them tightly around mine, her high heels clicking on the sheets. With my ministrations, her moans grew more rapid, her chest heaving, and her body began to writhe. After teasing and savoring her movements for a while, my desire burned intensely, the urge to immediately unite with my mother filled my mind. "I want to have Mom, to insert my penis into her body, to make her my woman completely," I roared inwardly. Then, I released my mother's breasts, pulled my left hand from behind her back, propped myself up with both hands, and then pulled my right leg from her tight grip, kneeling again on her right side. Sensing that I had stopped teasing her breasts and genitals, my mother slightly opened her eyes and looked at me. When her gaze fell upon my thick, erect penis, which stood menacingly before her, I noticed a flicker of tension immediately appear on her previously shy face. Her hands, which had slid to her sides, gripped the sheets tightly, as if she were frightened by my weapon—the very weapon that would soon penetrate her vagina and take her virginity. Seeing my mother's expression, I felt a surge of pride and excitement mixed with a touch of pity. At the same time, a thought flashed through my mind. I grasped my mother's right hand, guiding it to my penis, wanting her to feel its hardness and size before I penetrated her. When her soft hand touched my penis, we both trembled slightly. After truly feeling the hardness of my penis, my mother, somewhat flustered and shy, turned her head slightly to the left, unable to look at me any longer. I only meant to do it as a formality; I didn't intend for my mother to use her hand to stimulate my penis. It was already hard enough; any more and it would probably explode. I chuckled smugly, then turned and used my right hand to grab the back of my mother's legs, lifting them high. I then used my knees to move my body, kneeling down to her genitals. Next, I spread her legs apart on either side of my waist and pushed her cheongsam, which was already pulled up to her thighs, up further to her abdomen, completely exposing her genitals and buttocks. After adjusting my mother's cheongsam, I lowered...Seeing that the head of my penis was only a few centimeters away from the entrance of my mother's tender, moist vagina, and that with just a slight thrust, I could penetrate her vagina, the excitement and stimulation I felt was indescribable. If I could still hold back at this point, I wouldn't be a man. Of course, I was a genuine man, and a man driven to a frenzy of excitement. So, with my slightly trembling right hand, I grasped my penis, pushed my lower body forward a little more, raised my penis, and placed the head between my mother's labia. Then I released my hand and gently thrust my lower body, letting the head slide upwards along the labia until it passed the clitoris above the labia, touched the pubic hair below her full mons pubis, and then withdrew. With repeated movements, the glans and shaft of my penis rubbed against my mother's delicate labia several times, giving my penis a taste of an appetizer before the main course, while simultaneously arousing my mother's desire to its peak. "I never imagined that just having my penis rub against my mother's vulva from the outside would be so pleasurable and stimulating. How stimulating and pleasurable it will be when I actually insert my penis into her vagina!" I thought excitedly, trembling with anticipation. "Husband..." At this moment, my mother let out a rapid, soft cry, seemingly unable to bear my "torture." My mother's cry made me immediately abandon the idea of continuing to savor a few more "appetizers." I once again guided my penis with my right hand, aligning the glans with my mother's vaginal opening. When the glans finally touched the tender flesh of my mother's vaginal opening and sank in slightly, I suddenly couldn't help but tremble, and my mother's body seemed to stiffen for a moment as well. "My penis is finally touching Mom's vagina. Mom, I'm coming!" I couldn't help but roar excitedly in my heart again. Then, I released my right hand and used both hands to hold one of my mother's legs, spreading her legs as wide as possible to facilitate the full insertion of my penis. After preparing, I excitedly shouted to my mother, "Meiqian, I'm going in!" As soon as I finished shouting, I looked down at my genitals and thrust my penis forward. Instantly, I saw the glans of my penis force open my mother's narrow vaginal opening and squeeze into her vagina, making the tender flesh around her vaginal opening look like it was about to split open. After the glans was inside the vagina, the thick, long shaft was gradually swallowed up by my mother's vaginal opening. During the insertion of my penis, I not only witnessed the entire process of my penis and my mother's vagina uniting and copulating, but I also felt with crystal clarity and intensity the warm, moist walls of my mother's vagina tightly enveloping my penis as it entered. Instantly, a powerful, tingling, and pleasurable sensation surged from my penis, sweeping through my entire body, making my very soul tremble and become intoxicated. When my thick, long penis was finally fully submerged inside my mother's vagina, at that moment, while being overwhelmed by boundless pleasure, I was also deeply stimulated by a strange feeling—the feeling of breaking taboos through incest. At this moment, the woman whose vagina and penis were so tightly intertwined with mine was not only my wife, but also my biological mother. As my biological mother, according to normal ethics, her body should not be allowed for me to peep upon or desecrate. If there's anyone in the world who should least have impure thoughts about her body and should least touch her virginity, it's undoubtedly me. But now, the things I should least have done have happened. Not only have I impure thoughts about her body, but I've also inserted my penis into her vagina, engaging in incestuous intercourse with her. And besides this, there will be many more incestuous encounters with her in the future; she might even bear my children, because she is also my legal wife. In short, at this moment, the dual incestuous feeling of identity and body is intensely stimulating my soul. The incestuous factors in my blood are all activated, making me more passionate and sexually aroused. So, after my penis completed its first intimate contact with my mother, I excitedly thrust my lower body, repeatedly pumping my penis in and out of my mother's vagina, fully enjoying the wonderful sensation of intercourse with my own mother. As I thrust in and out, I looked up at my mother's blushing face. She had her eyes closed, biting her lower lip tightly, her brows sometimes relaxed, sometimes furrowed, struggling to endure the intense pleasure of intercourse, seemingly too embarrassed to moan. Her breasts, those two snow-white mounds, swayed back and forth with each thrust. Seeing this, a strong desire to conquer surged within me. So, I slightly increased the speed of my thrusting. Instantly, my thick penis caused her genitals to overflow with lubrication, and the walls of her vagina contracted rhythmically from the friction of our intercourse. After a few minutes of this, when I once again thrust my penis deep into her vagina, the head hitting her cervix, she finally lost all restraint and uncontrollably cried out, "Ah!" Hearing her moan, a surge of satisfaction and conquest welled up within me. Maintaining my thrusting motion, I bent down and embraced her. As soon as I held her, her hands, which had been gripping the sheets tightly, lifted and clung to my back, her nails digging into my flesh. Ignoring the slight pain from her nails digging into my back, I buried my face in her chest, nibbling and sucking on her full breasts. Simultaneously, I grabbed one side of her blouse with each hand and pulled it down towards her shoulders, stripping her upper garment from her shoulders down to her elbows. Her bra was removed, leaving her breasts and back completely exposed. Once the blouse reached this point, I couldn't pull it any further. Her cheongsam was meant to be pulled off from the bottom up, but I was forcing it down, and it got stuck at the narrower part below her chest. However, this was exactly the effect I wanted; I found the sight of her half-exposed upper body alluring and seductive. Because her clothes were only pulled down to her elbows, my mother's arms were bound by the fabric, pressed tightly against her sides, unable to move. Only her forearms could be slightly bent and moved. This made it easier for me to do whatever I wanted with her, and it further aroused my urge to violate her. After removing her clothes, I immediately launched a new round of fierce assault on my mother. I kneaded and caressed her exposed breasts with my hands, took her tender pink nipples into my mouth, and gently bit and licked them. Meanwhile, my lower body increased the frequency and force of my thrusts, and I rotated my lower body from time to time, making my hard penis churn in her tender flower, powerfully scraping and piercing the flesh walls inside her vagina, until her vaginal walls and the tender flesh of her vaginal opening contracted in waves, tightly gripping my penis. In the throes of this intense intercourse, my mother's seemingly ingrained reserve and restraint were repeatedly shattered by the near-limitless pleasure I exerted. Despite her deliberate attempts at shyness and restraint, she couldn't help but let out sharp moans from time to time. These moans were very different from typical wanton cries; each one was a scream uttered when I had brought her to the peak of pleasure, when she could no longer control herself. Each cry was high-pitched and short, filled with a deep, ecstatic tremor. These moans blended restraint and passion, making my blood boil and igniting a powerful desire to possess her. And so, under the extreme stimulation of incestuous desires, I listened to my mother's intoxicating moans and screams, passionately kissing her pretty face, red lips, pink neck, and soft breasts, kneading her jade-like breasts and pert buttocks, caressing her smooth back and beautiful legs, and thrusting into her tender, tight vagina. I poured my youthful, vigorous energy onto her body, leaving traces of my possession on her body and every inch of her skin. With the body she had given me more than twenty years ago, I brought her to the peak of desire

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