My Mom and I

It was an ordinary evening, and the three of us were having dinner together. I picked up my bowl and wolfed
down my food, glancing sideways at my dad and asking, "Dad, do you want more rice? If not, I'll take it all." Dad
finished his bowl, put it down, stretched, and casually said, "No, you and Mom finish
what's left." He then turned on the TV and lazily lay down on the sofa to watch the news. Mom finished eating and got up to
clean up the dishes in the kitchen. Seeing this, I quickly finished the leftover rice in my bowl, leaving the rice in the pot,
and then went to the kitchen. I put the bowl in the sink for Mom to wash, secretly watching her body:
her round, perky buttocks, tightly encased in her office suit trousers, which she hadn't changed out of since coming home from work and rushing to do housework,
and I could vaguely see the edge of her panties. My gaze shifted to my mother:
the back of her white silk short-sleeved lace-trimmed suit shirt was soaked with sweat, revealing the clearly visible straps of her purple bra, exuding an alluring fragrance unique to middle-aged
mature women. I swallowed hard, my hands trembling slightly. I reached around her back,
slipped them under her armpits, and gently grasped her proud 36C breasts, kneading them through her clothes. My mother was startled, then lowered her voice
and cursed fiercely, "Roll it off! Your dad's in the living room! You want to die?!" Our kitchen and living room were separated by a
frosted glass door. I leaned out and saw my father already asleep on the sofa, his head propped up on one elbow,
watching TV, completely unaware of what was happening here. I turned back and said in a low voice, "It's okay, Dad's watching TV."
My hands didn't stop kneading my mother's breasts, while my lips began to lick her sweaty, white neck
(my mother is 168cm tall, and I'm only 165cm; the height difference was just enough for me to lick her neck). But
Mom still pushed me away abruptly, lowering her voice to say, "Now's not the time. I'll get your dad out of here after I finish washing the dishes."
I had no choice but to wash my hands and go back to my room to play on the computer.
Yes, dear readers, don't be surprised, there really is an unusual relationship between my mother and me. And
it's going on for about four or five months. I don't even know why it started; it was just a momentary impulse that led to this incestuous relationship.
I regretted it deeply, but driven by intense lust, I lost my reason and repeatedly
made demands of my mother. After several semi-forced encounters, she finally acquiesced to our clandestine
relationship. But don't misunderstand, my mother and I have only had
sex two or three times in these six months, and in most cases, at least on the surface, our relationship is still a normal mother-son relationship
. My mother often asks about my studies at school, and I'm quite afraid of her lectures.
Anyway, it was almost six o'clock in the evening. I was absentmindedly surfing the internet in my room when I suddenly
heard my mother's voice from the living room: "Old Zhang, why aren't you up on the roof watering the plants
? The sun is so strong this afternoon, it's almost gone." I, who was feeling listless, suddenly perked up. Of course, I knew what this meant. My father loved to
tend to his plants on the roof and wouldn't come down for at least half an hour. Now that my mother had sent my father away, things would
be much easier . Upon hearing my dad climbing the iron ladder to the balcony, I immediately rushed out of my room. My mom, who was already at the door, gave me
a wink and whispered, "Go do it in Mom and Dad's room." Our house is a three-bedroom, one-
living room, one-balcony-to-rooftop apartment. The master bedroom and study are on the east side, separated from the outside by another balcony, making it rather dark. My room and the toilet are on
the west side . The master bedroom also has a toilet, a sit-down toilet. The iron ladder to the rooftop is on the balcony, and the only way to get
there is through the living room. This means you have to go around in a circle to get back to the master bedroom. The safest place to do "that" is my
parents' master bedroom. The master bedroom and balcony are separated by a mosquito net. In the evening, you
can't see anything from outside if the room is dark, but you can see out onto the balcony from inside.
Mom told me to turn on the living room light to give the master bedroom a little light and to leave the door slightly ajar. My mom, still
in the same clothes, sat on the edge of the bed and quickly started taking off her pants. She glanced warily at the balcony and whispered to me
, "Hurry up, I'll take a shower and do the laundry when I'm done." Overjoyed, I laid her upper body flat on
the bed and clumsily unbuttoned her blouse. My mom slapped my hand and scolded, "Don't you know how to undress a woman
? If you do this, your dad will be downstairs long ago. Go, go, go, take off your own pants, I'll do it myself."
My mom quickly unbuttoned all the buttons, opened her blouse, and reached behind her back to unhook her bra, pushing the purple
lace bra up to her breasts. A pair of perky, snow-white 36C breasts, mixed with the salty, pungent
smell 's sweat, exuded a seductive fragrance that could arouse any man. Although it was already dusk and the light was dim
, my mom's white breasts were still dazzling, leaving me stunned. I had my pants halfway down
, but my underwear was still on. My mom bent her right leg and kicked me with the back of her foot, yelling, "You idiot, are you going to do it or not? If not,
I'm going to take a shower!" I snapped out of it and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, Mom, you're so sexy!" Mom replied irritably,
"I'm 46, my figure's all out of shape, what's sexy about me..." I quickly took off all my clothes, and guided my already
rock-hard penis between Mom's snow-white, plump thighs. I tried to thrust in and out, but couldn't get in. Mom slapped
my hand to stop me and then guided me into that most mysterious peach blossom cave of a woman.
Mom's vagina was still quite dry, making the tip of my penis a little sore. I tried to start thrusting, but it still hurt
terribly. Mom told me to stop, grabbed my hands and gestured for me to rub her large breasts, saying, "Silly boy,
we need to do foreplay first. Why are you in such a hurry? Don't you know how to handle a woman?" I suddenly realized, and slowly withdrew my penis
, leaving it at the entrance of her vagina. I began to rub my mother's breasts like a wolf, pinching
her nipples a few times with my index finger and thumb, then lowering my head to suckle her right nipple. My mother closed her eyes, and I think she made a soft "hmm" sound from her nose.
A fragrant scent wafted onto my face, and her lips parted as she said, "Bite, bite once." I gently bit her
right nipple and pulled it upwards, while my left hand was busy kneading her left breast like dough. "It hurts, rub it gently,"
Mom said, panting heavily. "Mom, your bra's in the way," I said. Mom pushed me away, propped herself up on her elbows,
took off her silk white shirt, pulled off her bra and threw it aside, then lay back down, spread her legs, and used her right hand to pry open her labia. Her voice
trembled slightly as she said, "It's ready down there, come in quickly." I immediately hugged Mom's legs tightly, and after a few thrusts,
guided by Mom's right hand, I smoothly entered her vagina. The feeling of being wet was completely different; it was sticky and slippery, and
the folds of flesh inside her vagina tightly gripped my penis. A surge of pleasure rushed to my head. Having had some experience with Mom before, I
didn't thrust wildly, but instead slowly began to move back and forth, an unparalleled pleasure coming from the head of my penis. I adjusted...
I took a breath, swallowed, and was just about to thrust into Mom's clit when suddenly
the iron ladder on the balcony creaked open—Dad was coming down! I instinctively pulled out my penis and scrambled
under the bed, my mind blank. Just as I was thinking, "Oh no, oh no," Mom was calm enough
to grab my clothes and throw them at me, whispering, "Don't move, your dad can't see us from outside!" Then she grabbed
a shirt and buttoned it up.
After Dad came down the ladder, he didn't go into the living room. Instead, he turned on the tap outside the master bedroom window, filled a bucket with
water, and then turned to try and peek through the mosquito net. Of course, the lights weren't on inside, so
it was almost completely dark from the outside; you couldn't see anything. Dad spoke up, "Lihua, what are you doing in there? The water tank
on the rooftop is empty, come help me!" Mom replied, "What am I doing? You're a grown man, carrying water like this
, and you need a woman to help you? I need to change clothes and take a shower, I don't have time for you!" Dad said "Oh" and turned back to get water
. Seeing this, I felt a huge weight lifted from my heart. I boldly and quietly climbed back onto the bed, placed my left hand on Mom's thigh, and
used my right hand to rub her right breast. Mom didn't object at all; instead, she boldly lay down and spread
her legs indicating that I should continue. By this time, I had put my clothes back on, and Mom wasn't wearing pants, so you couldn't see
much of her skin. Being able to sneak around with Mom in front of Dad gave me immense excitement, and my penis
instantly became hard again, throbbing. I easily found Mom's moist entrance and slowly entered.
I felt my penis being tightly enveloped by her flesh, the veins at the base of my penis throbbing. Overwhelmed by pleasure and stimulation,
my whole body trembled, and even my hands became unresponsive. Mom reached out and held my head, making me lower
my upper body . Then she grabbed my left hand and made me grab her breast, and I cooperated by grabbing her right breast in return. My
palms were sweaty as I kneaded Mom's breasts beneath her smooth silk shirt. The thrill of having sex with Mom in front of Dad made me
excited and hot all over, my clothes completely soaked.
At that moment, Dad outside turned off the tap, picked up the bucket, and climbed up the iron ladder. Hearing Dad
step onto the rooftop, I completely relaxed, boldly rising up and grabbing Mom's thighs
. I began to thrust violently, forcefully pumping my penis into Mom's vagina. After letting me thrust for a while, Mom reached out and held my head, making me lower
my upper body and kiss her lips. I wasn't used to the taste of my mom's saliva, but I couldn't refuse her, so I just frowned
and exchanged saliva. It's strange, but when I was little, my mom would chew the food herself
and then spit it back into the bowl before feeding me. Now that I'm older, I find her saliva disgusting. After a while
, the taste became too strong, so I pushed away her hands that were holding my head, pressed her arm down on the bed, and
sped up my thrusting. Knowing I'd ejaculate quickly, she said, "Slow down, slow down, grab my
breasts." I listened, lifted her shirt, and started kneading her soft, full breasts, slowing
down
thrusting. After a while, I leaned down and licked the hair under her left arm. Strangely enough,
although I didn't like the taste of her saliva, I really liked the smell of her armpit. That area was sweaty, emitting
a strong, pungent woman's scent. I swallowed, inhaling the aroma intensely, as if it were invigorating.
Mom seemed to be getting a little impatient with the tingling sensation in her armpits, gently swaying her body beneath me. Her nipples
were erect , her breathing quickened, and her body was even hotter than mine. She seemed to be struggling to hold back something
, saying intermittently, "Bigger, harder! Bigger! Mom, Mom feels good!" I increased the force of my thrusts, and
after a while, suddenly a gush of fluid shot out from Mom's lower body. She climaxed, which,
catching to ejaculate instantly. Mom trembled as if electrocuted, collapsing like a limp rag, her chest heaving
as she gasped for breath. My penis, having also suddenly lost control and ejaculated,
was still twitching violently. The tendons in my penis seemed to spasm, making me collapse completely, our bodies pressed tightly together.
Mom and I were both panting heavily.
Half a minute later, Mom patted my shoulder, "You damned bastard, you actually managed to get your mother into this mess! Oh dear, what a terrible thing
!" I suddenly understood—I had made Mom orgasm! This was the first time I'd ever made Mom orgasm, and I was incredibly
excited . Mom shoved me away as I grinned foolishly, hastily putting on her clothes while shooing me off the bed. She
grabbed a roll of toilet paper from the bedside table, wiped herself down there, then grabbed another roll and carefully wiped the bed clean. She told me to go back to my room and clean
up , then clutched all the paper and went to the bathroom to shower. I had wanted to do "that" with Mom, but when I turned the bathroom
doorknob, I found it was locked, so I reluctantly went back to my room. Everything was normal after that night. I
eavesdropped outside my parents' room while they slept, but didn't hear anything. It seemed Dad wasn't suspicious at all, so I happily went back
to sleep.
There's a saying that women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty. At this age, women reach a certain stage in life
, and their sexual needs and abilities decrease. I used to eavesdrop on my parents' room at night
, but I rarely caught them doing it. Even when they did, it was over in four or five minutes.
I was certain my mom hadn't had an orgasm in a long time, and this orgasm would ensure she could
n't refuse me anymore. However, after that, we did it two or three more times, but I couldn't get her to orgasm.
I reflected on that experience and concluded that the exciting situation of doing it in front of my dad was the biggest factor. But
after that, my mom refused to do it for me when my dad was home.
About two months later, I came home from school on the weekend. After dinner, I went back to my room to play on the computer. My dad washed
the dishes, watched TV for a while, and then went down to the garden to play cards. My mom was in her room with the lights on, putting on makeup
to watch a union party. As soon as my dad left, I slipped into my parents' room. Mom sat in front of her dressing table, adjusting her outfit.
Tonight, she was wearing a thin, black embroidered suit. Her hair was styled up, revealing a large expanse of soft, white flesh
on her shoulders, adorned with transparent bra straps. The waist was tightly fitted, and the skirt hem only reached three or four inches above her elbows,
exposing a large expanse of her smooth, fleshy thighs. Her eight-centimeter black stiletto heels made her already
long sexy legs even more alluring. Mom noticed me come in and knew what I wanted to do. She casually said,
"Don't do it tonight. I'm rushing out the door after finishing my makeup. Don't ruin it." Then she stood up and turned around in front of
the dressing table , checking the overall effect. Mom, in her high heels, was a good half a head taller than me.
The dress clung tightly to my mother's sexy, voluptuous body, the tight fabric accentuating her breasts to create the shape of two cups.
Her high, plump breasts were mostly exposed, forming a deep, alluring cleavage. Although her waist
was tight and showed a bit of extra flesh, her full, rounded buttocks and long, shapely legs exuded an unparalleled, mature woman's
seductive charm. The room was filled with the scent emanating from my mother, further arousing me.
I felt my penis already hard and erect in my pants, the tip of my erect penis secreting
a sticky fluid. A fiery desire boiled within me, making my cheeks burn and my whole body sweat.
Reason could not suppress the urge to act; I rushed forward and hugged my mother tightly, lowering my head to desperately nibble at the exposed, tender flesh of her two
full plump breasts. Mom was startled and yelled, "You're going to die! The people across the street
will see us with their lights on!" She grabbed my arm with one hand and tried desperately to pull me away, while slamming the curtains shut with the other. My eyes
blazed with fury as I said, "Mom, I won't let you go until you give it to me!" "You little lecher! It's not that Mom doesn't want to give it to you, it's just that I'll be late for the union
party and the boss will scold me!" I replied, "The party doesn't start until after 8:30, there's still
more than half an hour, isn't there?" Mom was still struggling: "It will take me more than half an hour to get there, and if you ruin my makeup, I
'll have to spend another half hour redoing it!" I still wouldn't agree: "Mom, I'll be gentle, I won't ruin your makeup
, you can just sneak in a little later." Seeing that she couldn't escape being fucked, Mom had no choice but to reluctantly agree
, urging me to hurry up.
I was overjoyed at the sight, and I laid Mom down on the bed and took off my pants, ready to fuck her. Mom quickly grabbed me, saying, "Use a condom, use
a condom. Mom's fertile period today. Go get your dad's condoms from the bedside table." Watching me get them, Mom started taking off her skirt,
folding it neatly , and setting her hair down in a bun. I quickly stripped off all my clothes, found Dad's
condoms, tore open the packaging, put one on my hot, throbbing penis, and pounced on Mom on the bed. Mom was still
reaching for her black lace bra when my sudden attack caused her to lose control and fall onto the bed.
I kissed Mom's lips tightly, my tongue swirling inside hers. After the previous times, I was already
used to the taste of Mom's saliva. With both hands, I helped Mom unhook her bra and pushed it up her full, soft breasts,
then my hands began to grab and knead, changing the shape of her large breasts.
Mom broke free from my passionate kiss, panting, and said, "I haven't taken off my high heels yet!" Hearing this, I became even more excited and
said, "Mom, don't take them off! It's more exciting with them on!" Mom reluctantly spread her legs to let me in.
Just as I was about to penetrate, a brilliant idea suddenly occurred to me. My penis, instead of going in, retreated. I peeled off the condom and threw it
aside , told Mom to take off her bra, then straddled her upper body, thrusting my lower abdomen forward, and placed my penis between her two full, snow-white
breasts, saying, "Mom, help me squeeze." Mom, both amused and annoyed, said, "You little pervert, what are
you up to? Fine, as long as I help you get it done quickly, Mom will be free." She pushed and pressed her breasts from both sides to
clamp my penis, but my penis, coated with condom lubricant, was slippery and difficult to clamp completely. I had Mom move her palms
in a little, her fingertips interlocking, and then slowly thrust in and out. Even with some lubricant,
the friction was still quite strong. "Mom, spit a few times on it." My mother, who was sitting below me, struggled to lift her head
and spat several times on my penis. I pressed my right hand down on my penis to spread the saliva evenly, had my mother's hand clench, and began to thrust.
Although my penis spurted out several times, the feeling of my penis being tightly wrapped by her soft, tofu-like breasts still made me
grit my teeth and desperately hold back my ejaculation. After a few thrusts, I almost ejaculated, so I quickly moved my penis away,
stood up, and stood in a horse stance, panting, to let my penis relax for a while. Seeing this, my mother chuckled and scolded, "
You brat , see if you still don't come?"
I took a breath, turned around, and tried to get my mother to play 69 with me, imitating what you see in porn movies. To my surprise, Mom
showed no mercy. She tried to get up, propping herself up on her elbows, and yelled, "It's filthy! Are you going to do it or not?!
Stop giving me this junk! If you don't do it, I'm getting dressed and leaving right now! What junk?!"
There was nothing I could do; reality isn't like in porn. Besides, she was a conservative, traditional woman of her generation.
It was a miracle she even helped me, her son. I retreated, trembling with fear, and finally
managed to coax her into continuing. Even after returning to the traditional doggy style position, I was still a little unwilling.
After putting on a condom, I secretly brought my head close to Mom's vulva and sniffed. A strong
smell of hit my nose, almost making me vomit. I thought to myself, how could the male actors in porn
endure licking women's genitals all day? Reluctantly, I adjusted my penis, nudged Mom's labia, and with a little force, began
thrusting.
But I wasn't willing to just hand it in like that. A sudden idea struck me. I lifted Mom's legs up in a
wide V-shape, and seeing her 8cm black high heels, my lust flared. Like
a hungry wolf, I licked her glistening white calves. I've always been somewhat insecure about my height, and my tall,
beautiful mother constantly complained about how she gave birth to such a short and stocky person like me. This has influenced my sexual orientation,
so being with my tall, sexy mother at this moment was incredibly exciting. I was licking with gusto, so I pulled out
my penis and, while holding Mom's heels and lifting her thighs, licked down her right calf to her thigh
and then her buttocks. After taking a few bites of her plump buttocks, seeing that she didn't object much, I ignored the strong smell of female urine and
thrust my head between her legs, frantically licking her wet, messy pubic hair,
biting -red labia majora and pulling them outwards, then inserting the tip of my tongue into her contracting vagina and stirring it around. The smell of urine,
the fruity scent of condoms, and the smell of Mom's vaginal fluid mixed together, making me even more excited. "Mom,
that's dirty, don't lick!" Mom tried to push me away, but I resolutely refused, continuing to wolf down the sticky fluid flowing from her dark red
vagina . After a while, Mom began to moan softly, her legs already limply hanging down on the bed
, spread wide apart.
I licked for a while longer, but couldn't bear the throbbing pain in my penis any longer. I quickly adjusted my position,
thrusting deeply into my mother's vagina and starting to pump vigorously again. At the same time, my hands weren't idle either; I grabbed my mother's two pear-
shaped , snow-white breasts and squeezed and kneaded them hard. "It hurts, don't be so rough, suck on my breasts." Hearing
my mother's words, I obediently bent down and sucked and bit my mother's breasts like a baby. After a while, my
tongue focused on my mother's right breast, circling the hard, brownish-red nipple clockwise.
I licked and sucked around her tender, red areolas again, feeling the bumps of all sizes on them. The
lingering , the rich aroma of Mom's saliva, and
the alluring fragrance of a mature woman emanating from her body—this unique maternal scent gave me a tremendous
olfactory stimulation .
Mom's long hair was spread out on the bed, her face flushed, and she gasped, saying intermittently, "Mom feels so good,
child, suck on Mom's mouth..." I adjusted my position slightly and kissed Mom's fragrant lips, our tongues
swirling together, exchanging saliva. I quickened my pace, my
penis thrusting forcefully into Mom's vagina, clearly feeling the increasing amount of sticky fluid inside her vagina filling the space between my
penis and the walls of her vagina. The room was filled with
the sounds of my scrotum slapping against Mom's buttocks, Mom's moans that seemed both painful and pleasurable, and my heavy breathing. My
mind was blank except for the pleasure of sex. I gradually felt myself losing control and, in a panic, I reached to lick my mother's
armpit Suddenly, my climax came, and my glans gushed semen into her vagina. Even through
the condom, my mother could clearly feel my scalding semen and couldn't hold back either.
Warm liquid gushed out from deep within her like a flood.
After the orgasm, my mother and I were both panting heavily, covered in sweat, and too exhausted to move. But I
struggled to get up and grabbed a few rolls of toilet paper from the bedside table to wipe the large beads of sweat off Mom's body. Then I wiped clean her
vulva, which was opening and closing and leaking vaginal fluid. I took a breath and said, "Mom, hurry up and touch up your makeup, we'll be late for the party." Mom
caught her breath, glared at me, and scolded, "You bad boy, you're quite good at dealing with women, aren't you? You've made me go again. Oh, it
felt so good, I almost lost my mind. Go, go, get me some clothes. Clean up the rest, don't let your dad
see anything." I happily hummed, "Use the nunchucks, hum hum ha hee..." and
did as Mom instructed. Mom also took a roll of toilet paper and wiped the remaining vaginal fluid and my saliva on her thighs. Even after drying,
there was still a smell, so she had to go to the closet and take out a pair of flesh-colored stockings to put on. As she dressed, Mom frowned and said,
"You naughty child, why did you have to lick my legs like that? You're acting like a hooligan. You can't be
a hooligan to your female classmates at school, do you hear me?!" After saying that, she picked up the bra from the dressing table and put it on. She checked herself
in the mirror, adjusted the cups, and covered her two full, pear-shaped breasts that swayed slightly in front of her. The brownish-red nipples
were only half covered by the half-cup bra, revealing the areolas that stood proudly outward. Then she put her hands behind her back
to fasten the clasp.
In this situation, coupled with Mom's long, full thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings, and
her private parts protected by soft white lace-trimmed panties and flesh-colored stockings, my penis became erect again. I grinned and
hugged Mom, my right hand stroking the smooth texture of the stockings on her full buttocks, my penis restlessly
poking around on her legs. With a shameless face, I said to Mom, "Mom, so you mean I can be a pervert
at home " Mom angrily pushed me away, "You rascal, you're so hard again. No, no, Mom
is really going to be late. I'll let you do it when I get back. Help me button up the back!" Helpless, I had to suppress my lust and
button up Mom's clothes. The buttons were fastened very tightly, squeezing out the slight underarm fat of Mom. After fastening her bra, Mom
glanced at the time and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear, it's almost 7:50! Move aside!" She hurriedly slipped on her skirt,
fastened it, and adjusted it, fixing her hair as she walked out. She told me to get ready before rushing off. After Mom left, I
cleaned up everything that needed cleaning, tidied up, flushed the tissues and condoms down the toilet, and went back to my room to play on the computer
. That night, Mom didn't get home until very late, exhausted. I had wanted her to wait until Dad was sound asleep before
we did anything, but seeing that it wasn't possible, I had to give up on that idea.
The following Saturday, I rushed home, suppressing my pent-up desire from the entire week. Unfortunately, my dad
stayed me no chance to make a move. My mom, seeing my listless state, knew what I was thinking. Taking advantage of my dad going to the bathroom, she quietly
pulled me aside and whispered, "Mom will sneak out tonight after your dad falls asleep so you can have your way!" So I waited anxiously until
after 11 p.m., when my parents went to their room to sleep. I stood outside the door, listening for any sounds from inside, waiting for my mom to come out. My
parents talking in hushed tones on the bed for a long time, and I heard my mom muttering angry curses at my dad
several times. Finally, it quieted down, and my mom, wearing her pajamas, opened the door. As soon as she saw me outside, she pulled me aside, closed
the door , went into the bathroom, turned on the light, closed the door, and whispered to me, "It's not going to happen tonight. Your dad
got some Viagra or something and wants to have sex with me. That old bastard is just wasting money! You'll have to take care of it yourself tonight. Oh, and here
, Mom's giving you this," as she took off her underwear and stuffed it into my hand.
Upon hearing it was Viagra, I was extremely reluctant but had no choice. I made one last request to my mother, "Mom, give
me your bra again." "No, it's in my room. I'm going back to my room." "Mom, I've been holding back for a week.
Please help me get it done. I'll be quick." My mother sighed and reluctantly agreed, saying, "I'll help you get
it done quickly. If it takes too long, Dad will come." Then she took off my pants and helped me straighten them. With my left hand, I grabbed my mother's underwear
and sniffed the yellow stain on it desperately. With my right hand, I reached under my mother's pajamas and grabbed one of her large breasts, kneading it
hard . My mother straightened it very forcefully, making my penis hurt a little. I ejaculated shortly after. My mother washed
and dried her hands, told me to go back to my room, and went into her own room without taking back her underwear. Afterward, I hid outside my parents' bedroom door, listening to
the creaking of the bed inside, sniffing my mother's underwear, and masturbated again.
The next day, Dad stayed at home all day, even less of a chance than the day before. After dinner, I lied and said
I didn't have class on Monday and wanted to go back to school the next day. Dad glanced at me and sighed, "University is so easy these days, so
easy to get in. I tried my best back then and still couldn't get in. You little rascal, cherish this opportunity!" Mom wasn't so
easily fooled. She looked at me suspiciously but didn't say anything. When Dad walked away, she pulled me aside and asked, "Mom
knows what you're thinking, but you should focus on your studies right now. Skipping class just tonight for a chance to do 'that' with Mom isn't
right. Honestly, I really don't have class tomorrow." I quickly said, "Mom, really not! I'm lying
, I don't have a penis!" As soon as she heard the word "penis," Mom quickly covered my mouth and whispered, "What are you doing! What will your dad think if he hears this!" I
shook off Mom's hand and said with a low laugh, "Mom, don't be so sensitive. The more you act like this, the more suspicious Dad will become." Mom
had no choice but to go do housework. Having finally managed to fool my parents, I anxiously waited until evening, but...
Yes, to my mom's and my utter surprise, Dad actually wanted to stay up all night watching the Premier League! Hearing this
, half my anger vanished. I thought to myself, "What's wrong with him? If he wanted to watch it, he should have said so earlier! Now I've wasted another day of my time and even skipped
Monday morning's class." Mom, seeing my reaction, naturally understood what I was thinking and teased
me, both amused and annoyed, "What, you want to watch it with Dad too? If not, go to sleep early! Mom will make you a nice breakfast tomorrow morning
and take you back to school!" That darn Dad, ruining my plans again!
The next morning, after breakfast, just as I was about to leave, Dad said, "Lihua, I'm having
lunch with my colleagues, I won't be back. Just buy a little something and make do." My chance had come! I suppressed my excitement and
tried to appear nonchalant, saying, "Mom, I'll eat with you. My class is at 2:30 this afternoon, so I
can still make it after I finish eating." Mom immediately understood what I meant and calmly replied, "Okay, but
hurry , okay?" I nodded gratefully. After seeing my parents off to work, I went back to my room and
absentmindedly played on the computer to kill time. Before
1 p.m., Mom rushed home, bringing ready-made meals. I understood
everything . Mom! I'm so grateful to you! Mom and I quickly finished our meal, then silently
went into the master bedroom, locked the door, and drew the curtains. Mom sat down on the edge of the bed, took off her hair clip, tossed her long hair, and
began to unbutton her thin black and white striped silk office shirt. Her proud, high breasts seemed about to burst through the shirt
. As she unbuttoned the third button, her full breasts, clad in a red lace bra, swayed and were freed .
Her high, firm breasts were separated from me only by a thin layer of lace bra, and her two large breasts
swayed , exuding an incredibly sexy and alluring womanly charm.
Seeing me approaching her with ill intent, Mom said irritably, "Look at your lecherous face! Let Mom take off her clothes
first! I have to go to work this afternoon, don't get me dirty!" Mom didn't unbutton her bra first. She folded her shirt and put it aside before
starting to take off her pants. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she scolded, "What are you looking at! Hurry up and take off your clothes!" Mom's scolding brought me back to my senses,
and I hurriedly started to take off my clothes. I was wearing casual clothes, and I stripped off completely in no time. Mom was wearing office trousers, and I
had only taken them halfway off when I was fully off. I went to the closet and found a pair of flesh-colored stockings for Mom, and gave them to her, telling her
not to take off her panties and to put on the stockings first. Mom was stunned for a moment, "I just took them off! Why do you want me to put
these on again!" "Mom, put them on, it'll be much more romantic." "You little devil, you always have
so many weird ideas! Fine, hurry up and get ready to go back to school, I have to go to work at three o'clock!"
After Mom rustled as she put on the stockings, I pounced on her on the bed, my hands
grabbing and scratching at her large breasts through her red lace bra, while I kept kissing her lips, which were painted with light transparent lipstick,
and flushed cheeks. I kissed her for a while before letting go, then lifted my upper body, spread my legs, and knelt on the bed. I took a breath and said
to Mom, "Mom, turn over and lie face down on the bed. Yes, yes, stick your butt up, stick it up higher." Then, along with
her red embroidered lace panties, I pulled down her thin, flesh-colored stockings, down to about three inches
below and thighs. Mom immediately understood and hurriedly said, "Use a condom, use a condom. It's not safe for Mom today.
Go to the bedside table and get your dad's condom." I quickly ran to find a condom, tore it open a couple of times, put it on
my penis , and returned to the bed.
Mom was kneeling on the bed, her plump, sexy buttocks surrounded by thick, dark pubic
hair, exuding a strong, alluring scent of urine. I trembled as I aimed
my penis at Mom's vulva, pushed a few times to find her labia, and then thrust it in with a little force. Mom
was already wet inside, and with the lubricant from the condom, although it was a bit tight, I was still able to thrust in and out smoothly.
"Go easy, Mom's not fully open yet." "Mom, didn't you just do it with Dad the other night? Your penis isn't familiar with it yet."
"Gulp! That's so dirty! If you say that again, I won't do it for you!" "Yes, yes, I won't say it anymore, Mom, does it feel good?"
"Get out of here, you're just saying hurtful things!" I excitedly slapped my mom's fat buttocks. "Ouch! What are you doing
! I'm letting you fuck me properly, why are you slapping my ass!" I laughed when I heard the word "fuck," "Mom,
does it feel good to be fucked by your son?" "You bad boy! It feels good! Is that enough?!" Mom turned around and looked at me, saying, "You little rascal!
Where did you learn that? You're going in so deep inside me." "What? Where did you learn that?" I didn't react for a moment.
Mom said angrily, "You rascal! I'm saying you fuck like a dog on the street, where did you learn that?" "Oh, I didn't
learn it, Mom, I'm self-taught!" If Mom found out I watched porn at school, that would be terrible, so I quickly made up an excuse
. "You're full of bad ideas! How did your dad give birth to such a rascal?" "Mom, is it more comfortable when Dad fucks you than when I fuck you?"
"Roll! You've rebelled! No respect for your elders! How dare you act like this in front of Dad? Do you hear me?!" "
Yes , yes, I heard you! I didn't mean it, Mom, I just wanted to ask." At this moment, I thrust deeply into Mom's
clitoris. Mom let out a soft "hmm" before saying, "No! You made Mom feel good! Okay?!" Hearing Mom's
words , I was incredibly excited. I said, "Mom, this is called rear-entry, it feels really good," and then with a "pop," I pulled out my penis and
slapped Mom's buttocks. "Mom, lie on your back on the bed and give me a nipple play." "What kind of play?" "The
one where you used your breasts to clamp my penis last time." "You're such a jerk! All this nonsense. Okay, come on."
Mom pulled her panties and stockings back up to her waist, turned around and lay on the bed. She reached back to try and unhook the back of her bra
. "No, no, no, just like this, don't unhook it." I took off the condom and put it aside. I pressed my penis down,
pulled open the part of Mom's bra at the cleavage, and inserted my penis. "You've dirtied Mom's bra. Go away, Mom
has to go to work this afternoon." "Who's looking at you inside? It's fine like this. Help me clamp it tighter." Mom didn't object anymore.
She pushed her breasts inward from both sides with both hands. Seeing that it wasn't working, she moved her hands inward a little, poking and pressing
the part of the bra at the cleavage with her fingertips, securing my penis through the thin fabric. I figured it was about time, so I leaned forward onto the bed
in a push-up position, bending my legs to save energy and spreading them on either side of Mom. Maintaining my balance, I began thrusting.
Mom's soft, smooth breasts, the fabric of her bra, her fingertips through the fabric, and my penis rubbed against each other. Even though
it wasn't perfectly covered, it still sent waves of pleasure through me. "Did you not pee properly this morning?
That thing smells so strong, Mom can't stand it." "Mom, you'll get used to it. Didn't I lick your pussy last time?"
"Go to hell! 'pussy,' don't say that outside, you hear me?" "Mom, I'm only talking to you at home."
"Roll! You pervert! That's where Mom pees, it's dirty, it's not good to lick it." "Mom, you let me lick it last time, and I
enjoyed it." "Roll! I can't argue with you." At this moment, I accidentally used too much force, and I couldn't control myself.
A stream of hot semen shot out from my urethra, hitting Mom's fair neck and chin, forming thick puddles
. I was dumbfounded. What the hell? I hadn't had enough fun yet. Mom chuckled, "Look at you, silly!
What's wrong? Can't do it anymore? Fine, fine, hurry up and pack up and go back to school." I was full of resentment, "Mom,
no, it's not enough yet." "Mom knew you naughty boy wouldn't give up so easily. Oh dear, Mom must have owed you a debt
in her past life . Okay, Mom will help you get hard again, get down."
Mom told me to get some tissues to wipe the semen off my body. "Oh dear, didn't I tell you? Mom's bra is stained too, you're just
making Mom upset, you little rascal!" I quickly apologized and took the tissues to wipe it off. Mom took off her bra and threw it
under the bed , straightened her long hair and tossed it behind her back, made me lie down on the bed, and then started stroking my penis with her hand. I
got hard almost immediately. I looked up and said, "Mom, give me a blowjob." "It stinks!
No way !" "Mom, the condom smelled like oranges, it wasn't that smelly." Mom still refused. I suggested again, "Mom,
how about I lick your pussy first?" "This child is so dirty-minded, I can't do anything with you. Fine, Mom doesn't need you
to lick my pussy, Mom will give you a blowjob, kiss Mom's mouth first."
I was overjoyed and quickly got up to hug Mom. Mom held my head and stuck out her warm, fragrant tongue to attack my
mouth. Mom seemed very enthusiastic about kissing, her tongue actively swirling in my mouth. Mom poured
a lot of saliva into me, making me choke a few times and almost unable to breathe. Mom patted my buttocks, indicating that I should sit on her lap,
and reached out a hand to gently stroke my foreskin. Mom and I were both extremely hot, and large beads of sweat
rolled onto the bed. I started sucking hard on Mom's tongue and pulling it, then I held her entire tongue in
my mouth, and then suddenly released it. Taking advantage of her loss of control, I thrust my tongue into her mouth and stirred it around. When Mom and I first started kissing,
I wasn't used to the taste of her saliva and felt a little nauseous, but after a few times, I tried to get used to it, and
now get extremely excited whenever I smell her saliva.
I thought it was about time, so I pulled away from Mom's mouth, stood up on the spring mattress,
and made Mom suck my hot, throbbing penis. Mom was quite resistant, frowning for a while before finally taking my glans into her mouth. "Mom,
take it in deeper, yes, yes, and your tongue too, lick that spot for me with your tongue." Mom's warm tongue stirred my glans somewhat
clumsily , and the pleasure it brought was very enjoyable. I excitedly started thrusting. Mom seemed
to be having a hard time, and she mumbled something incoherently before choking and spitting
out . She knelt on the bed, dry heaving. "Mom, are you alright?" I quickly knelt on the bed, patting Mom's back.
"Mom, are you feeling better?" Mom looked up, panting heavily, tears welling in her eyes. "You...
you filthy thing, you poked Mom's throat!" I comforted Mom apologetically, repeatedly apologizing. "Alright
, alright, let's continue, we're in a hurry!" Mom glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and urged me to hurry up.
At this time, Mom was still wearing her panties and stockings. I thought I would take this opportunity to have some fun, so I had Mom lie flat on
the bed , curl her legs up and spread them apart, and I got off the bed and knelt on the edge of the bed to lick Mom's vulva. I found that the position was not
very good and it was a bit difficult, so I had Mom move a little further out until her calves were just hanging off the edge of the bed and on the floor.
I licked Mom's bulging vulva through her stockings and panties, it was so sexy, but it excited me. In no
time, Mom's stockings were soaked with my saliva, and her bright red panties were stained a darker
red. A few pubic hairs peeked out from the hem of her panties, and the pungent smell of a mature woman's urine was even stronger. Mom seemed to be
enjoying my licking, her whole body trembling, her thighs swinging restlessly. Suddenly, Mom's left leg caught
on the edge of the bed, and with a ripping sound, her flesh-colored stockings were torn open. "Ouch! Such a big
tear ! I just bought them a few days ago!" Mom exclaimed in surprise, quickly sitting up on the edge of the bed to check the tear. The torn tear greatly
aroused me, and in a fit of lust, I pushed Mom back onto the bed and roughly tore several large gashes open at the base of her thighs.
"What are you doing! Don't ruin Mom's stockings! Roll them off!" "Nothing, Mom, they're ruined anyway," I
stuck a few fingers through the torn stockings, pulled aside the bottom of Mom's panties, and thrust my cock into her wet
, throbbing cunt. "Use a condom! Use a condom!" Mom hurriedly kicked me away, screaming in terror.
Damn! I forgot to use a condom! I quickly searched the bed, picked up the condom I had just used, put it on, and rushed back
to continue fucking Mom's cunt.
I wrapped my arms around Mom's curled-up thighs, maintaining the doggy style position, and thrust
into . I didn't dare to go too fast, just kept
the rhythm of Mom's low moans with each thrust as I fucked her. "Mom, I hope I'm not pregnant!" "Not so easy! I was just worried you
wouldn't be able to control
yourself and would get that naughty thing inside!" "Mom, actually, it's because you licked my dick clean that I'm so relieved, right?" "Get out of here! 'Dick,' that sounds awful." "Mom,
what's that place you licked called?" "You pervert! I can't argue with you. Your naughty thing is called a dick, are you satisfied now?" "Mom,
do you like being fucked by your son's big dick?" "Go to hell! I've let you have your way, and you're pushing your luck. If
you say another word, I won't let you do it." "No, no, no, I won't say it anymore!" I quickly surrendered. But Mom clearly
derived immense pleasure from our sexual conversation, her face flushed with excitement, her chest heaving more and more violently, her high, full breasts
swaying slightly up and down like fruit pudding. Mom noticed me watching her, and shamefully turned her head away,
biting her lower lip, desperately trying to suppress something. "Slow down, slow down, Mom can't take it," Mom said through gritted teeth.
"Mom, I'm not going to slow down anymore, don't stop!" "No! Then be gentle!" "Mom, I'm not going to be gentle anymore, you're about to come!"
"Um, no, no, um, you're making Mom want to do it, slow down!" I had no choice but to stop and let Mom relax for a while.
Seeing that Mom's breathing had eased a little, I grabbed Mom's ankles, lifted her legs, and turned the soles of her feet towards my face.
I sniffed Mom's feet a few times through the thin flesh-colored stockings, and then started licking them. Mom was now used to
my various strange ideas (at least in her opinion, I actually learned these tricks from porn
), and didn't object much. Mom had worked all morning, and her feet still gave off a strong sour smell through the stockings
, but it wasn't as overpowering as Mom's urine smell. Although it was my first time smelling it, I could still tolerate it. Mom was licking me until she felt numb.
A ticklish, itchy sensation made her shift uncomfortably.
Seeing that Mom's excitement had subsided somewhat, I lowered her legs, resumed the doggy-style position, and began thrusting into
her again. But to my surprise, her excitement surged again, much more intensely than before.
She gasped for breath, moaning loudly, a mixture of pain and pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.
"Mom, Mom can't take it anymore, Mom wants it deeper, deeper, from behind!" I understood what she meant, quickly
adjusting to the rear-entry position, then gripping her plump buttocks tightly and thrusting hard. After only a few thrusts,
I suddenly felt a surge of heat shoot out from deep within her vagina, hitting my glans. At the same time, Mom
trembled as if electrocuted, detaching from my penis and collapsing forward onto the bed, gasping for breath.
After climaxing, Mom lay face down on the bed, panting heavily. Her entire back was covered in fine beads of sweat,
and her large breasts were pressed against the floor, the exposed parts trembling slightly with the rise and fall of her chest. "Mom, Mom can't take it anymore,
hurry up, we're in a rush." Seeing that Mom was too weak to change positions, I had no choice but to press down on Mom's buttocks and pull them apart,
exposing her mons pubis. I aligned my penis and easily entered Mom's vagina, which was full of vaginal fluid. I glanced at the
alarm clock on the bedside table; it was past two o'clock. I could skip another class, but it would be a problem if Mom was late for work. There was no other way
but to finish quickly. I lowered my upper body and pressed against Mom's back, kneading
the parts , licking the tender flesh below Mom's neck, my lower abdomen pressed against Mom's buttocks, and I thrust my penis deep into Mom's vagina
. I thrust with extraordinary force, and after a dozen or so thrusts, I ejaculated, pulling out my penis with a pop and lying limply
next to Mom.
Mom turned to face me, took my right hand and placed it on her breast, staring at me and saying, "Son, tell me honestly,
you skipped class this morning to do 'that' with Mom, right?" Nothing can be hidden from your own mother, so I had no choice but to admit,
"Mom, it's pointless to go to class anyway, as long as I pass the exam." Mom shoved my
hand away from her breast, angrily saying, "Grumble!
You don't know your place! Do you know how much effort and suffering your parents have put into sending you to university?!" Hearing Mom's words, I felt utterly ashamed.
Here I need to explain: I failed my college entrance exam. Back then, I was young and impetuous, resolutely refusing my parents'
request for me to retake it, believing that life is precious and youth is fleeting, stubbornly insisting on attending this third-rate university. My parents
worked at a long-established state-owned factory in my city. My dad was in management in the technical department, which
was an awkward position, though he was in charge of people. My mom worked in the labor union as a clerk. Our family's standard of living was comfortable,
but not wealthy. Moreover, my dad had many poor relatives who often helped us out. To support me in studying
international trade at that 3B college, which sounded very fashionable, our family was under considerable financial strain.
I was speechless. Mom sighed and continued, "You're still young, you should focus on your studies. Your parents
hope you can get into a four-year university. We're worried that your education level will be lower than others, and you'll suffer in the future, understand?" "Mom,
I know I'm wrong, but you don't know, the major I'm studying is actually very abstract. Many
students can't find jobs after graduation, and those who do rely on connections. The school isn't responsible to us, they only care about collecting money. Mom,
I really don't want to continue studying." Mom turned around, lay back, and sighed deeply, saying, "Then tell me,
what can you do now?" I was speechless. I'd been drifting aimlessly for two years, and after
several internship interviews, I'd been looked down upon. Now I was lost. "Your parents have considered your situation and think we
should try to pull some strings to get you a job at the factory. However," Mom paused, sighed, "there's been
a that our factory is going to be restructured, and a lot of people might be laid off. I'm not afraid of being laid off, but your dad's job is
unemployed. If he's laid off too, the factory will take back the house we were allocated to him." I was living a carefree life at school
and had never known my family's worries, which made me even more ashamed.
Mom continued, "A new leader came to the union. I heard he used to be a leader in the provincial capital, but he made a mistake and was transferred to
our factory to lay low. He has a lot of connections, and he knows people in the factory too. A lot of people are trying to curry favor with him." Mom paused,
hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "Actually, Mom and Dad scraped together some money to ask him to help us out, and he seems to have said he'd be willing to help."
She stopped there, biting her lower lip as if hesitating about something. I grabbed Mom's hands and asked urgently, "Mom,
just tell me, there's no one else here." Mom sighed deeply, turned to look at me sadly, and said in a low voice through gritted teeth:
"After Mom delivered the money, the man said he was willing to help, but he didn't accept the money," Mom sighed again,
and continued , "Now that Mom and you have this kind of relationship, let me tell you the truth, that guy has his eye on
Mom's body. Although Mom didn't agree to be with him, she didn't dare to refuse either. He laid out his conditions: Mom had to sleep with him
before he would help." This shocking revelation stunned me like a bolt from the blue. Before I could react,
Mom continued, "Mom couldn't refuse him, you understand? Your dad doesn't know yet, and even if he did
, there's nothing he could do. For the sake of the house and his job, he can only pretend not to know and watch his wife be taken advantage of
." I, who had always been carefree, now realized the cruelty of life. Even though I was unwilling, reality
left me powerless to resist.
Seeing my silence, Mom comforted me, saying, "Silly boy, don't overthink it. Mom hasn't lost her virginity yet. Don't worry,
your parents will look for other ways." I knew Mom was just telling a white lie, so I gritted my teeth and said, "Mom,
don't worry about me. Mom did this to protect our family. I won't look down on you. You'll
always be great in my heart." Mom smiled with relief at my understanding and support, patted me, and said,
"Alright, it's getting late. Mom's in a hurry to get to work. You should pack up and go back to school too. Don't keep skipping classes;
it's not good ."
After our battle, the sheets were covered in stains, Mom's curly pubic hair and locks,
and smelled of vaginal fluid, Mom's strong saliva, and the fruity scent of condoms. It was almost 2:30.
Mom was running late, and without even bothering to get her clothes clean, she took off her ripped stockings,
adjusted the crotch of her bright red lace panties (which were still soaked with semen and condom lubricant), and started putting on
her old office trousers, saying, "Quick, get Mom's bra! Hurry, Mom's going to be late!" I quickly
picked up the red lace bra, now stained with my dried semen, from under the bed and handed it to Mom. She took it, sniffed it,
and scolded, "You bad boy! You've made Mom's bra filthy!" But she put it on anyway. I wisely turned to Mom...
I helped Mom fasten the hook behind her back. Then, Mom quickly picked up her shirt, put it on, buttoned it up
, got up, grabbed a hair tie from the dressing table, and tied her hair as she walked towards the door. She put on her shoes, grabbed her handbag from the shoe cabinet, and left. I finished packing
the rest, changed my clothes, and rushed off to catch the bus back to school.
On the bus back to school, I took out my MP3 player, selected Jay Chou's "All the Way North," and put it on repeat. My hazy
mind was filled with Mom's words, as if the pressure of the whole world was surging towards me like a tidal wave. I was filled with
frustration and shame, yet unable to release it. Facing reality, I felt so small and ridiculous. "I headed north, leaving
the season with you. You said you were so tired, unable to love anyone else..."

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