Passionate Mom

When I got home, Mom called Dad. I only heard her say that my work was arranged and that I was home, and then she mentioned going out for dinner that night. I knew it would be just Mom and me at home. We looked at each other, and everything was understood without words. The first thing I did when I entered the house was to hug my beloved Mom. Then we started tearing at each other's clothes. I didn't unzip her skirt under her armpits, nor did I slowly take off her underwear. All we did was tear at each other. One of Mom's high heels was left in the living room, her skirt was pulled up to the bedroom doorway, her underwear was thrown on the bedside table, and her bra flew off. When we got to the TV (a bit of an exaggeration, but I was really excited; they asked where my clothes were? Of course not, I didn't notice; all I noticed was my erect penis, sticking up like a rooster inspecting the troops), without any foreplay, my penis plunged straight into my mother's honey pot. It was hot and tight. At the edge of the bed, my buttocks pounded against my mother like a pile driver, like a tireless warrior. My mother's legs were wrapped around my buttocks, and with each deep thrust, I reached the innermost, softest spot of her. From the rhythmic moans of my mother, I knew she was satisfied. This time, it seemed like I was going to use up all the strength and "energy" I had accumulated over the past three years. More than 20 minutes passed without me ejaculating. I don't know how many times my mother's hole tightened, until we were both too tired to move. Only then did I ejaculate my pent-up semen into my mother's uterus. And it was also the first time I had pulled out my penis, getting a close look at the sight of my mother's hole after being penetrated, with semen flowing out. My mother asked me to turn on the fan (strangely, at home, the air conditioner is only turned on when guests come or there are many people, and there is a fan in the bedroom). After I turned it on, we went to take a shower. Just like three years ago, she washed me. But this time, I saw her squatting on the toilet and urinating my semen. There was a lot of it. My mother "squeezed" it out several times before it gradually stopped. At this moment, she seemed a little shy (maybe so, it was probably the most shameful thing that a boy saw. Yes, I was a boy at that time, but I didn't have any other thoughts. I only felt excited, thrilled, and satisfied).
Back in the bedroom, the initial passion hadn't faded, but we lay side by side, talking slowly. It felt like a couple in a long-distance relationship, with endless topics to discuss. Like a mischievous child, I took her hand and placed it on my penis. She understood and slowly played with it until it became erect again. This time, I used plenty of foreplay, starting from my mother's forehead, then her eyes, lips, neck, and her 75B nipples. I slowly moved to her lower abdomen, where her C-section scar remained, and finally to the entrance of my longed-for vagina. I pressed my mouth against it, slowly inserting my tongue to lick her thick, purplish-black labia and bite the clitoris above the vaginal opening. At this moment, my mother would always grab my head tightly, her throat emitting a suppressed, alluring moan. This sound was the best aphrodisiac, urging me to climb onto my mother's fair body. As always, my mother used her slender fingers to guide my penis into her alluring vagina. I was still "working hard," and the result was that even after half an hour, I still hadn't ejaculated. My mother and I even felt that our genitals were dry from the fan's airflow, and it felt a little rough when we pulled out and put them back in. After finishing work at noon, having lunch, and until we got in the car to go home, around 2 PM, until Tang's father called in the evening to ask us to go to the Hujin Restaurant we had booked, my mother and I spent the whole time making love. We showered three times, and a few times we rested when we got tired, then tried again. Until the last time, no matter what we did, I couldn't ejaculate. Now, thinking back, I can still hear my mother's soft moans, and whenever I recall these memories, I can't help but smile. My mother was truly wonderful, what happened back then was truly wonderful, and I, young at that time, was truly wonderful too.
From then on, I began my work journey in Wuhan, and I'm still here today. My mother's home is in Wuchang, and I'm in Hankou. I often send my mother messages, expressing my feelings, wishing Sunday would come immediately so I could go home.
You live at the head of the Yangtze River, I live at its tail. Night after night I think of you, yet I cannot see you. We both drink from the same Yangtze River, and so it is with my mother; even though we don't see each other often, I miss her every night.
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