Entering the mother's three points

I'm 31 years old and still unmarried. I'm handsome, financially comfortable, and surrounded by beautiful women,
so no one understands why I'm not married. It's a secret between me and my mother.
My mother, Xu Yujuan, is a retired 61-year-old female cadre at the power bureau. She's 1.64
meters tall, quite attractive, full-figured, and fair-skinned. She's from the south, with large breasts, a wide bottom, and beautiful legs, and exceptionally delicate, fair, and
petite feet.
This happened over ten years ago, when I was a middle school student. Perhaps it's genetic, but I matured early
; in my teens, I became interested in my mother's body.
We live on the fourth floor of a building in the power bureau's residential area. I remember it clearly. One afternoon, I
accidentally saw my mother's body. She had come home from work and was changing clothes. I saw her unusually full and white
breasts, and I felt an intense urge to ejaculate. While
my parents were having lunch in the other room, I wandered between the kitchen and the bathroom. Suddenly, I noticed a pair of flesh-colored stockings that
my mother we didn't have washing machines; we washed our clothes
in the tub with a washboard. We had just finished washing clothes, and the only thing in the tub was my mother's stockings, which she
had just taken off. For some reason, from that moment on, I felt that my mother's stockings were the sexiest
treasure in the world.
I picked up the stockings, smelled the blackened toe, and then put the toe in my mouth.
From then on, my mother's stockings became my favorite. Two years later, I ejaculated for the first time
on the blackened toe of my mother's stockings. After that, I often stole my mother's stockings, smelling them before ejaculating. Over the past ten years ,
how many unwashed stockings of mine have I ruined!
When I was fourteen, I couldn't hold back any longer. My mother was in her forties then. One day, my mother was trying on a cheongsam at
home She didn't wear these clothes outside; she only wore them at home to admire herself in the mirror. Looking at my mother
's graceful body, and the plump thighs revealed by the cheongsam's high slit, I couldn't resist any longer. I went up to my mother, hugged her, and
boldly said, "Mom, I like you. You're so beautiful! I want to fuck you!"
My mother was shocked, her face turning bright red as she looked at me. I had never seen my mother so angry. My mother was very
angry , but she didn't lash out, because she had said that I was the most important person in her world. She first asked me
where I knew all this. I honestly told her that I often eavesdropped on my father fucking her. Although I had never seen it, I
had secretly read the medical books at home, and combined with what I had overheard, I understood. My mother patiently told me that her son shouldn't penetrate
her, that he should study hard and marry a beautiful wife like her in the future. I was rejected.
After that, I continued to secretly ejaculate on my mother's stockings.
My mother was a very respectable female cadre in public, but at home she dressed very casually, often only wearing a white tank
top and white semi-transparent panties, revealing her soft armpit hair and plump, fair thighs, her bare white
feet in slippers, and her pubic area vaguely visible. I reminded my mother not to go to the window so that
people in the opposite building wouldn't see her body, while I drooled over my mother's sexy body, my lust burning.
After a while, I couldn't resist the temptation of my mother's body anymore, and I asked her to penetrate me again
, but she refused me once more. I was heartbroken and ran away from home in anger. My father was away on a business trip at the time, and my mother
was frantic, searching everywhere for me for a whole day before finally finding me.
I became very ill. After that, I lost all interest in school, my grades plummeted, and I skipped
classes , ejaculating on my mother's stockings more than ten times a day. Eventually, I became completely pale.
My mother saw this and was very worried, so she found some time to have a serious talk with me. I confessed
my love for her and said that if she wouldn't let me penetrate her, I would kill myself and make her lose her beloved son forever.
My mother told me that it was incest for a son to penetrate his mother, and she would never commit incest with me. But for my studies
and my future, my mother couldn't bear to see me continue like this. She compromised and agreed that I could kiss her crotch.
But there was a condition: I could only lick my mother's crotch if I scored above 95 in every subject.
That day, my mother blushed, took off her panties, and I was stunned! My mother's fair abdomen was covered with
thick black hair. My mother sat on the sofa, spreading her beautiful legs, and I plunged my head between her legs, greedily licking
the mysterious hole where I was born.
From then on, the delicious taste of my mother's vagina motivated me to study hard, and I scored
over 98 points on my midterm exams. I excitedly went home, showed my report card to my mother, and then eagerly flipped her onto the bed,
pulled down her panties, and plunged my head between her legs, licking her vulva beneath her thick pubic hair. My mother
moaned incessantly as I licked her, and it seemed she was even wet, which I ate.
After that, licking my mother's crotch gradually became a daily routine. My grades also improved. My
technique for licking my mother's vagina also improved, and my mother's moans became more and more unrestrained.
Once, my mother couldn't help but urinate from my licking, and I drank her urine—it was a supreme
beverage. After that, my licking posture changed: I would lie on the bed, and my mother's beautiful legs would kneel on
either side of my face, her vulva directly facing my mouth, her soft pubic hair brushing against my lips. Or my mother would squat above my face
.
When my mother couldn't bear the licking anymore, she would urinate directly into my mouth. I drank her urine and then licked her urethra
clean . My mother urinated in my mouth at home, so she didn't need to go to the toilet. She jokingly called me her chamber pot, and I
gladly accepted this affectionate nickname.
I tried to penetrate her many times, but she was a very upright female cadre and resolutely refused incest. She said that
if I forced myself on her, I would even lose the right to lick her vagina. From then on, I stopped thinking about it;
I was already satisfied with just being able to lick my mother's vagina.
Later, I started licking my mother's anus. Her anus was very delicate, with fine
anal hair around it—extremely sexy. Today, I can lick any part of my mother's body. As long as my father isn't home, I
can eat my mother's large, brown nipples, lick her armpit hair, and more…
The deliciousness of my mother's crotch made me a good student; I later got into a prestigious university, and now I'm
successful , with a house and a car. All of this is thanks to my mother's crotch.
I can enter all the orifices of my mother's body with my tongue, so I call it "Entering Mother's Three Parts."
This is a secret between my mother and me; my father doesn't know, and nobody else does.
I only love my mother; those so-called pretty girls are worthless in my eyes. My dad is more important than my mom.
Two years younger, I estimate he'll live to be seventy at most, while my mother is 61 this year, very well-maintained, looks no more than
fifty, and will live to ninety without a problem. And even at ninety, she'll still be very sexy in my eyes. Once my father is gone
, I'll secretly marry my mother. I've been waiting for this day. This is my secret with my mother, and
the reason I'm called "Three-tenths of an In-Mother's Love".
(II)
This is the experience of one of my junior high school classmates. We are like-minded, so he told me his
story with his mother. We regularly exchanged each other's mothers' stockings, smelling them before ejaculating. Below is his story. His experience is
somewhat similar to mine.
I am a young man in my twenties, and have only been working for a few years. My mother and I work in the same unit.
We both work at a certain architectural design institute. My mother is an architectural designer, a senior engineer, and is 63 years old this year,
but she continues to be a key member of her unit. My mother, Xia Yuqiao, is 1.64 meters tall, beautiful, plump and fair-skinned,
of Nanjing descent, with exceptionally beautiful and fair feet, and exceptionally full and heavy breasts. She usually wears
a suit with leggings, flesh-colored pantyhose, and low-cut leather shoes, looking exceptionally sexy. My mother's hairstyle is often long and neat.
Influenced by my mother, I went to architecture school and was assigned to work at the design institute where my mother worked after graduation.
My mother has very beautiful feet. I started stealing my mother's stockings when I was a teenager. Later, after I became able to ejaculate,
I would often steal my mother's stockings, smell them, and then ejaculate, a habit that continues to this day.
My mother has many adorable habits. For example, she often wears dozens of pairs of
stockings in various colors and styles at the same time, including pantyhose, stockings, and stockings. The colors include flesh-colored, brown, light flesh-colored
, tan flesh-colored, dark flesh-colored, flesh-colored tan, plain, white, black, gray, gray flesh-colored,
and so on. I counted at least fifteen different kinds. On the same day, my mother wears different
stockings for different occasions, so she often wears dozens of pairs at once. She washes them all at once about once a month,
which makes the dark toes of her stockings smell particularly fragrant. Also, my mother often throws her stockings
everywhere – on the bedside table, pillow, sofa – making them convenient for me to use. Even if she loses one or two pairs,
she won't notice.
Sometimes, if she can't find her stockings, she'll just wear another pair. She doesn't care about losing one or two; to her
, they're worthless, but to me, they're treasures. If my mother knew
how attractive her unwashed, fresh stockings were to me, she probably wouldn't be so indifferent to losing them. However, this is also part of my mother's charm,
and a blessing for me.
Another adorable habit of my mother's is that she often wears her panties over her stockings, making
the crotch area of her stockings smell quite strong. Another adorable habit is that she often unconsciously half-takes off her high heels to air
her feet, without even realizing it. Those beautiful stockinged heels are so tempting!
Another adorable habit of my mother's is that when she's nervous or particularly excited, she often unconsciously
raises her beautiful, white toe high, as if enticing me to suck it.
My mother now often wears pantyhose without a crotch, mainly for my father's convenience, so he can penetrate her without removing the stockings
. My father is four years younger than my mother, and they have a very good relationship. It's no wonder my father often penetrates her; my mother is so
sexy, many people want to penetrate her, but she only lets my father penetrate her.
Every day I smell my mother's fresh stockings, like an addiction. Smelling them makes me energetic,
otherwise I'm listless. Smelling them makes me ejaculate.
I often eavesdrop on my mother being penetrated by my father. At the same time, I put the blackened toe of my mother's stockings on my glans, listening to my mother's
soft moans, and I can't help but ejaculate through the blackened toe.
In the summer, my mother walks around the house barefoot in transparent slippers, her snow-white feet exposed. It makes me incredibly horny.
I stole my mother's stockings, sniffing the blackened toes, then put them on my penis... After ejaculating, I
waited for the semen to dry before putting the stockings back. My mother, unaware of this, wore the stockings and high heels to work.
Just thinking about my mother's beautiful, fair toes covered in my semen, walking down the street in high heels, made my penis hard!
I did this many times.
When I was fourteen, I decided to make my move on my mother. She was not yet fifty then. One day, my mother
came home from work and, as usual, sat on the edge of the bed, unhooking her bra and taking off her stockings. I knelt in front of her, startling her, and
she asked, "What are you doing?" I grabbed my mother's beautiful little feet and said, "Mom is tired, I'm here to massage
your feet to relieve your fatigue. From today on, I will take good care of you."
A woman's feet are another sexual organ, and although my mother didn't know the attraction her feet held for me, she instinctively
struggled a couple of times, but couldn't break free, so she let me have my way.
From then on, I used the excuse of massaging my mother's feet every day to relieve her fatigue, and took the opportunity to play with her beautiful feet in every way possible.
Later, my mother got used to it and said, "My son knows how to care for his mother now. My
feet must be so tired after a long day of work. It feels so good to massage them." I was secretly pleased with myself.
Finally, one day, while I was massaging my mother's feet, I suddenly grabbed her foot and first lowered
my
head to smell her beautiful, upturned toe, saying, "Mom's feet don't smell bad." My mother blushed. Then, I suddenly put her beautiful toe in my mouth and sucked on it. This was a bit serious. My mother blushed and struggled
to get her foot out of my mouth and hand, but she didn't succeed. I continued to suck, and my mother blushed and said, "
Spit it out, it's unhygienic."
I continued to suck, and my mother continued to struggle, finally managing to free her foot from my clutches. My
penis stood up straight, and I said, "Mom's feet smell so good, Mom's feet taste so good."
The next day, my mother would never let me massage her feet again.
I suddenly fell ill, quite seriously. My mother stayed by my side day and night, and it took many days for me to recover. But afterwards, my
grades plummeted
. I spent my days shooting my mother's stockings, neglecting my studies, becoming pale and thin, and on the verge of collapse.
My mother panicked. For the sake of my studies, she finally agreed to let me continue massaging her feet and sucking
her toes . I was overjoyed, and my grades soared. My skills in playing with my mother's feet also improved. Finally,
one day, when I sucked her toes, she couldn't help but urinate.
I demanded to drink her urine, but she refused. So I ran away from home. Half a month later,
my mother, nearly driven mad with worry, found me and brought me back from out of town. She agreed to let me drink her urine, but only on the condition that I did well in my studies. I was
ecstatic. I immediately began sucking her toes, licking until she couldn't help but urinate again, and I drank all of it.
From then on, whenever we were home, my mother would give me her urine to drink. Later, I would often lie on the floor while
my mother stood above me, putting her delicate feet into my mouth for me to suck on. When she needed to urinate, she would squat
above my face and give me her urine to drink. Or she would lie on the sofa while I sucked on her toes, and when she needed to urinate, I would catch it in a beer
glass and drink it.

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