Mom, let me give you a woman's happiness!

Today I'm going to tell you my story with my mother. Whether it's fiction or true, it doesn't really matter. What matters is sharing that captivating passion with friends who have a thing for mature women or a mother complex. I'm not a professional writer, and I hate those kinds of articles that are just rambling on and on. Today's story is one I want to write in depth, with subtlety and realism, full of emotion. If you're interested, please continue reading.
The story should start when I was twelve or thirteen. Back then, the small town in the 1990s wasn't as prosperous as it is now. Many families lived in single-story houses allocated by their work units, without heating, mostly using stoves. These things don't seem important. What's important is that due to the limited conditions, I still shared a bed with my parents. The so-called "bed" was a wooden plank placed next to my parents' double bed, about a hand's breadth lower than the double bed. It was on this plank that I began my most innocent sexual development.
I wonder if anyone else feels the same way. I'm usually a heavy sleeper, but I always wake up startled whenever my parents make love. Maybe it's a natural law, a kind of sexual awakening. Regardless, this intentional or unintentional voyeurism sparked my initial desire for women's bodies. The low moans my mother made under my father always left me restless the next day. Two times stand out in my memory. One was after my parents finished making love, my mother was using a chamber pot to urinate (it's worth noting that the bungalows in our workplace didn't have private bathrooms; people had to use the public toilet at the back of the yard to get up at night, so everyone carried a chamber pot). My father was already asleep. It had been over ten minutes since they finished, and the heart-pounding sounds of their bodies colliding and my mother's ecstatic moans kept me awake for a while.
Suddenly, I heard the click of the light switch on. I squinted my eyes to observe what was happening. I watched as Mom lifted the covers, slowly moved to the foot of the bed, and bent down to retrieve the chamber pot. What came into view was a woman's smooth, white buttocks. And, because they had just finished making love, Mom wasn't wearing underwear. Between her snow-white buttocks were two thick labia majora, sparsely haired, the purplish-red flesh glistening with the lingering moisture.
At that moment, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest, my breath quickened, and my mouth went dry. Whether it was my uneven breathing that caught Mom's attention or something unconscious, she glanced back at me. To be honest, it terrified me. Just as I was wondering how to pretend to be asleep, Mom casually turned back and placed the chamber pot under her, squatting over it. A swishing sound reached my ears. Later, I learned that not all women make a swishing sound when they urinate; it varies depending on the structure of their genitals. My mother's vulva made that melodious, whistling swishing sound because her labia were large and thick. Finally, there was the tinkling sound of a few drops of urine falling into the basin, a sound that seemed to pound against my heart...
Another time was in early summer. The weather was already quite warm, but the nights were still a little cool, so a light blanket was needed. That night, my parents were making love with the 17-inch black-and-white TV on. I don't remember what show was playing now; perhaps I didn't even know what was on, because my attention wasn't on it. Maybe because the TV was on, they thought it would mask the sounds of their frenzied pleasure. This time, my mother seemed especially engrossed. She straddled my father, her hands on his chest, squeezing her two snow-white breasts out of shape. Her buttocks slammed rapidly up and down against my father's abdomen, making a slapping sound. Her neck was covered in sweat, and even strands of hair at her temples stuck to her cheeks. My mother demanded more and more, like a maddened beast. At the moment of climax, her body trembled and convulsed on top of my father.
My blood boiled, and my lower body was rock hard. I couldn't bear to watch any longer. For a young child like me, and for someone who had already gone through puberty, this erotic scene was simply too much to handle. After the lovemaking, there was a brief silence. Later, I heard them turn off the TV, and then I heard my father snoring. The hot weather, combined with my aroused state, made me stick one leg out. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that my penis, which had been uncontrollably hard since the erotic scene, was now slightly softer, but its shape kept shifting, causing it to peek out from under my pants. Because of the tension, I didn't dare move, remaining in one position, my body almost frozen.
I was sleeping on my mother's side. Perhaps because she had calmed down from the intense sex, she noticed me beside her and, worried I might catch a cold, reached out and tugged at the blanket covering my leg that was sticking out. This tug revealed my erect penis. In my hazy memory, my mother stood there, propped up by the blanket, stunned for about half a minute. Then, I felt a warm, delicate hand tuck my penis back into my underwear. In that instant, I desperately tried to control myself, afraid it would get even bigger, but things didn't go as planned. When my mother's hand touched my penis, it still jerked violently. What my mother thought during that half-second pause, I still don't know. Did she realize I was spying? Was she ashamed of discovering my spying? Or something else? Later, after having sex with my mother, I asked her about it. She said she didn't remember, so I didn't press her further, but I know she wasn't telling the truth. Regardless, this incident may have been the initial prelude to my illicit affair with my mother. That early summer night, I witnessed my mother's madness; she touched my penis…
At this point, I think I should introduce the characters in this story. I am 32 years old, born in the 1980s, and a senior executive at a company; my mother, the protagonist of this story, is a bank employee in a county town; my father is a minor bureau chief in a county town; my aunt, two years older than my mother, is the chief physician of the obstetrics and gynecology department at the county hospital; and my uncle is the factory manager of a tableware factory in the county town. I'm introducing my aunt and uncle here because their story will be involved later, which I will tell you slowly.
Later, during a meal with my parents' friends, I inadvertently learned that my uncle had pursued my mother first, but my father's intervention led my mother to ultimately choose him, and my aunt and uncle eventually became lovers. Sometimes, I am very grateful to my uncle and mother. If my uncle hadn't backed down, and if my mother hadn't insisted on marrying my father, there would be no me, and no story like the one I'm about to tell.
Getting back to the point, when I was about fourteen, the bureau built a new building, and our family moved into a two-bedroom apartment. From then on, my parents and I slept separately. Fortunately, my father was always away on business trips, and my mother, being timid, would ask me to sleep with her on the days he was away. My mother and aunt were both naturally beautiful. In their youth, it wasn't just my father and aunt's husband who pursued them. They shared common characteristics: full and rounded figures, fair skin, and tall stature. Even now, they look to be around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, perhaps because both families were well-off and they took good care of themselves.
It was precisely because of this, or perhaps because of that unforgettable voyeurism, that whenever I slept with my mother, fantasizing about her full, fair body, I would always toss and turn, unable to sleep. Even worse, I masturbated next to my mother several times. Once, I had barely lain down when I couldn't wait to take out my penis and start masturbating, fantasizing about my mother's body and recalling her ecstatic moans.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, my mother spoke: "Xiao Jian, are you asleep?" I jolted awake, pretending to be half-asleep, and mumbled, "Mmm...what's wrong?" My mother said, "Nothing, I just felt the bed shaking. Is it an earthquake? Did you feel it?" I said, "No." My mother stopped talking. I knew I had been too loud and disturbed her, so I stopped. About ten minutes later, I couldn't hold back anymore and started masturbating again, but this time the movements were much gentler…
Time slipped by unnoticed. At 18, I went to university in another province, leaving the small county where I had lived for nearly twenty years. The day my family took me to school was lively and bustling. I suddenly realized my father had aged. Working for the government, business trips, overtime, and social engagements made a 45- or 46-year-old look like an old man, with many more gray hairs. My mother and aunt, however, remained alluring, like ripe cherries, tempting one to take a bite. That year, my mother was 38, and my aunt was 40…
University life wasn't as exciting as I'd imagined. Besides classes and playing games, dating became another source of fun for guys, and I was no exception. But what was unbelievable was that all my girlfriends were two years older than me, upperclassmen, which my roommates often teased me about, saying I had a "strange taste." I don't know if it was influenced by my mother, but I always compared my girlfriends to her—their looks, figures, even their expressions during sex. I even fantasized that the woman moaning with pleasure beneath me was my mother…
My mother would call from time to time to check on me, but besides studies and life, she'd also ask if I had a girlfriend. When I told her I did, she'd be silent for a moment. Then she'd ask: "Is she pretty? Is she prettier than Mom?" Whenever this happened, I'd proudly say: "She's very pretty, Mom, you'll definitely be satisfied." Looking back now, I realize I really went too far, completely disregarding my mother's feelings. At that time, her other kind of love for me was already beginning to show…
During my first summer vacation in college, I used the excuse of participating in a school work-study program to stay home, hoping to have some fun with my girlfriend. I called my mother, and she seemed disappointed and a little angry—of course, I only understood this later in retrospect. My girlfriend and I rented a small house in a village outside the school, spending every night in passionate embraces, and within ten days, I felt I had lost a lot of weight. I remember it was a Sunday morning; I hadn't even woken up yet when my phone rang. It was my mother calling.
Mom: Xiaojian, where are you? Mom's at your school gate.
I jumped up: Mom, what brings you here?
Mom: Why aren't you welcoming me?!
Me: No, no, I'm so happy! Wait here, I'll come pick you up.
My girlfriend was woken up by our call and asked me sleepily what was going on. I said my mom was here, and she immediately panicked.
Me: It's okay, I'll just introduce you to my mom.
Girlfriend: Is it appropriate?
Me: What's there to be afraid of? My mom won't kill you, and my darling is so beautiful. As I said this, I pinched my girlfriend's cheek.
After a quick tidying up, my girlfriend and I arrived at the school gate. When we introduced ourselves, I carefully observed their expressions. My girlfriend seemed embarrassed, while my mother pursed her lips, only nodding slightly before biting her lower lip and scrutinizing my girlfriend for a while. After picking up my mother, I led her to our rented apartment. Seeing the mess and the lack of even a place to step, my mother looked unhappy and grumbled a few times. She said things like, "I can't eat well, I can't live well, I've lost weight, and I don't even know how to clean the house..."
As she spoke, she helped us clean. My girlfriend wanted to help, but my mother wouldn't let her. But embarrassingly, my mother actually found used condoms under the bed, I don't know when she threw them away. At that moment, my mother was stunned, and her face turned somewhat ugly. Because of my mother's visit, my girlfriend went to stay at a classmate's house in the city, while my mother and I stayed in our rented apartment for two days. Since it's a university town, far from the city center, staying in a hotel wasn't convenient. It was during this holiday, during these two days in our rented apartment, that the trajectory of my mother's and my lives changed…
After dinner, my mother talked to me a lot about family matters: my father's promotion to section chief was about to be announced, meaning he'd have even more social engagements, spending eight or nine days out of ten away from home; my cousin was graduating and preparing for the civil service exam; my uncle's factory was doing exceptionally well this year, and so on—she talked about all sorts of family matters. I felt like my mother had endless things to say. We chatted until late at night, and then she said, "Go to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the city for a stroll." "Oh, do you have a small basin? We've been traveling all night; I need to wash up quickly. You should wash up too, or you'll all smell." She emphasized the word "smelly" when she said "smelly."
I found a small basin for my mother, but found there was nowhere to wash. Luckily, there was a clothesline in the middle of the room, so I found some clips and clipped the sheets to it, effectively dividing the small room into two. With everything ready, my mother went behind the sheets, and I heard the rustling sound of her taking off her clothes, followed by the splashing of water. I suddenly noticed the light was on my mother's side, and under its glow, an alluring woman's body was reflected on the sheet. My 38-year-old mother's breasts were still so firm, and her buttocks were still round and shapely. I couldn't help but swallow hard, trying not to look, but I couldn't resist.
Mother: Xiaojian, when did you and her start living together? She paused for a moment when she said "her."
Me: No, not long ago, just this summer vacation. We haven't been back. I stammered my answer. Actually, I started dating my girlfriend not long after I started university, and we moved in together in the first semester of freshman year, but we dared not say it.
Mother: When you're still growing, there are some things you can't… you know?
Me: Hmm.
Mom: What's with the "hmm"? Mom's serious. Everything should be done in moderation. Tomorrow, Mom'll go to the supermarket to buy you some goji berries and turtle soup to make you something nourishing. Oh, give me the pajamas from Mom's bag.
Hearing this, I turned around, took Mom's suitcase, and unzipped it. On top were several dresses for changing, large floral tube skirts, the fitted kind. I thought they would look good on Mom. Flipping down, there was a light pink pajama set, the kind made of cotton. I pulled this out, and out came a sheer, flesh-colored panty, very thin, almost transparent, with lace trim, and it was a thong. Touching this panty, my lower body immediately swelled up.
Mom: Did you find it? Oh, and that panty too, give me both.
Oh! I composed myself and quickly handed it over.
After Mom finished showering, she urged me to shower too. After a quick wash, I went to bed and saw Mom leaning against the headboard, flipping through a magazine. Her pink pajamas clung to her body, outlining her alluring curves. Mom wasn't wearing a bra, and her two breasts were faintly visible through the fabric. Because it was low-cut, her two white mounds of flesh created a deep cleavage below her neck. This sight aroused me, and I slowly got an erection. Afraid that Mom would see, I quickly bent over and lay down on the bed, turning to my side and curling my legs up.
Me: Mom, go to sleep.
Mom: Okay.
Putting down her book, Mom turned off the light switch by the bed. The room went dark for a moment, but slowly, the light from outside returned. Half an hour passed, and I still couldn't fall asleep. It seemed Mom was too; I couldn't hear her sleeping soundly. We both seemed to be waiting for something. The room was quiet, save for the soft breathing of two people. I turned over and saw my mother with her back to me. Because her legs were curled up, her round buttocks appeared even more full. Perhaps because of the constant turning, the hem of her nightgown had been rolled up to her hips, a thin, flesh-colored strip of fabric digging into her crotch, clearly revealing half of her white buttocks. This sight instantly overwhelmed me, my mind going blank. As if possessed, I reached for that place I had longed for countless times in my dreams and in masturbation. My hand trembled, and when my palm touched my mother's full buttocks, I let out a long sigh of relief. Heaven was on my side. My mother didn't react at all, letting me caress her. My excitement grew hotter and hotter. I was no longer satisfied with just caressing her buttocks. I boldly pulled up my mother's nightgown higher, exposing her entire buttocks and waist. My mother's waist was very slender, without an ounce of excess fat...
Just as I was lost in my sweet dream, I suddenly felt something touch my penis. Yes, it was my mother's hand. Her slender fingers were rubbing back and forth through my underwear, and a tingling sensation instantly spread throughout my body. What I didn't expect was that after a while, my mother's hand actually reached inside my underwear. The moment it gripped my penis without any resistance, my mother let out a muffled "Uh...".
At that moment, I disregarded everything and pressed myself tightly against the mother of the person who posted the previous post. My hands roamed freely over her breasts and buttocks, roughly tearing at her nightgown and panties. She cooperated, pulling her panties down to her ankles and removing her nightgown, revealing her snow-white body. But she didn't turn around; later, she said she was too afraid to face me the first time. I reached between her legs; her wet, slippery vulva felt like cleaned clam meat, completely soaked with her fluids. When I touched her labia, her body trembled slightly, and her grip on my penis tightened, becoming very strong. I felt like I was about to ejaculate.
Me: Mom, can I go in?
Mom: Mm. The mm was so soft it was almost inaudible.
As if granted a royal decree, I pulled down my underwear, pressed myself against my mother's back, and thrust inside her. The slippery, wet vaginal fluid made entry effortless, and I reached all the way in. My mother let out a long, drawn-out "Ahhh!" I thrust in and out with all my might, my hands on her waist as I pulled her body down while my penis pushed upwards. My mother buried her head in the pillow, one hand covering her mouth to try and stifle her sounds, the other gripping the pillowcase tightly. Within minutes, I was drenched in sweat, and it seemed my mother was too, with even more fluid flowing out. The sounds of our buttocks slapping against each other, and the squelching of my penis going in and out of her vagina…
This time it didn't last long, less than 10 minutes, before I felt myself ejaculating. I tried to control myself, but at that moment, my mother's vagina began to contract tightly. Without me noticing, she bit the pillowcase into her mouth, letting out muffled groans. The pleasure surged through my brain, and I erupted instantly. Streams of semen, accompanied by the trembling of my penis, shot deep into my mother's core. At that moment, she threw off the pillowcase and cried out in ecstasy: "Ah~~ Ah~~~" She grabbed my hand that was supporting her waist and pressed it forcefully against her breasts. Her screams seemed to shake the house, her body trembling uncontrollably, her hips no longer restrained, but thrusting back with all her might…
After the climax, everything returned to calm. I embraced my mother from behind, kissing her neck. My penis tried to withdraw after a long while, but as soon as I moved, my mother immediately grabbed my buttocks with her hands.
"No, don't pull out…" she whispered.
I obediently remained inside her, and neither of us spoke again, drifting off to sleep. I was
awakened from my slumber by the hustle and bustle of the urban village. Opening my eyes, I found my mother lying quietly in my arms, like a newlywed wife, a slight smile on her face in her sleep. I couldn't help but kiss her forehead. Unexpectedly, this kiss woke my mother. She opened her eyes, and the moment she saw me, she hurriedly covered her chest with her hands, her face flushed.
Mother: Xiaojian, get up quickly, isn't it late?
Before I could react, my mother had already quickly sat up and reached for her clothes on the chair next to her. I pulled her into my arms, preventing her from moving.
Me: Good Mom, I want you.
Mother: Baby, no... You're still growing, you can't be so indulgent. I'll give it to you tonight, okay?
Me: No, I want it now, good Mom, good Ruolan.
As I spoke, I kept running my hands over my mother's breasts. They were so full that one hand could barely cover them, and those little cherries stood firmly, the ones that had nourished my growth. The moment I called out "Good Ruolan," I clearly felt my mother's body shudder as if she had been electrocuted. I knew that the moment I called her name, my mother and I had transcended the simple definition of mother and son, adding another layer of fusion—the sexuality and love, the spirit and the flesh—between a man and a woman. After a brief pause, Mom suddenly turned around, her hot lips seeking my kiss. When lips meet, it's an instinctive, passionate response; the entanglement of tongues, the clinking of teeth, the flow of saliva—it was so beautiful in that moment. I turned Mom's body around, pressing her down beneath me, my tongue and lips roaming over her alluring body, her neck, earlobes, chest, armpits…
The weather was beautiful that day; sunlight streamed through the thin curtains of the rented room, making it bright and clear, unlike the previous night. Now, I could truly admire the beauty on the bed, a woman I'd been with day and night for nearly 20 years. From her breasts down, my tongue traced her flat stomach, touching her sparse pubic hair. Yes, Mom didn't have much pubic hair, just a few strands above her clitoris, wavy and sparse. I looked up and saw Mom straining to lift her head off the bed, watching my movements, her eyes somewhat glazed. I didn't know if it was longing, anticipation, excitement, or nervousness. I mischievously lifted my mother's legs high, spreading them into an M shape, her glistening vulva staring at me.
Mother: "Ah~~~ Xiao Jian, no!"
she cried, frantically covering her genitals with her hands. At that moment, I was frantic; how could I bear such half-concealment? I roughly pried her hands apart, pressing them against her inner thighs. This opened her vulva wide, her glistening love juices still flowing out. I suddenly leaned down, my mouth heavily sucking on her slippery flesh.
Mother: "Oh~~~~ Ah~~~ Xiao Jian, no, it's dirty~~ dirty~~ Ah~~"
Mother pushed my head away forcefully, but her love juices continued to flow uncontrollably, my tongue darting between her labia majora, making smacking sounds. Slowly, Mother stopped resisting, her buttocks arching upwards involuntarily, responding to my licking, her body trembling incessantly, my cheeks glistening with slippery fluids.
Mom: Oh~~~ Hiss~~~ Ah~~ Baby, deeper, oh~~ go in a little deeper with your tongue, oh~~ yes, ah~~ mmm~~ In my excitement, I felt my mother's voice was tinged with tears. Looking up at my mother's face, I saw two tear tracks running down her cheekbones to her ears. I stopped sucking, crawled up on my stomach, and gently wiped away the tears from her cheeks when we were face to face.
Me: Mom, what's wrong?
Mom: Good boy, Mom is happy, excited, excited to be a woman. You've let Mom taste the feeling from so many years ago again. Come on, baby, don't stop, make Mom feel even better.
As she spoke, Mom reached out and grasped my penis, guiding it deep into the hot spring. The slippery, lustful fluid made its entry incredibly smooth. Once, in the large house that nurtured me, I explored freely, searching every fold, every protrusion, every cell. I was naked, my flesh pressed tightly against my mother's. This was another man besides my father, so completely entering this mysterious place. I don't know what my mother was thinking. She possessed more than one penis in this world. At this moment, the penis moving in and out between her honeyed flesh wasn't her husband's, but her son's…
The deep and shallow thrusts were accompanied by my mother's joyful moans and the splashing of love fluid, along with her choked sobs that were both crying and laughing. My mother gripped me very tightly; I felt a burning sensation on my back from her grip. Her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, making it difficult for me to move. I paused, waiting for her legs to lower, then stood up, pulled out of her body, and, supporting her waist, turned her around.
Mother: "Ah~~ Xiao Jian, what are you doing?"
In the blink of an eye, the full buttocks of a mature woman were presented before me.
Me: Mom, kneel here, I want to enter from behind.
Mom: No, this position is too…
She stopped abruptly. I knew she was shy. It's a woman's instinct; when a woman makes love to you in this position, she's exposing everything to you—her genitals, her anus, her white buttocks. Although Mom said not to, she still cooperated by curling her knees up, her upper body pressed tightly against the bed, exposing more of her buttocks. I have to say, Mom's figure is so good. This position makes her waist look even thinner and her buttocks even bigger, forming a perfect "convex" shape. Because her front body was pressed tightly against the bed, her high buttocks and upper body were almost at a right angle, like an inverted "L". The love fluid that had flowed out earlier had formed a white milky fluid on her perineum due to constant friction, some even flowing to the edge of her anus.
I didn't rush to enter her, but instead savored the beautiful figure that God had bestowed upon Mom, the visual feast He had given me. I stuck out the tip of my tongue and slowly slid it around my vulva, then took the entire vulva into my mouth and sucked it out forcefully.
This triggered another hysterical growl from my mother, like a beast just released from its cage. The sound spurred me to thrust my penis in quickly and deeply. The moment I entered, I felt her vagina contract, and I saw her grip the sheets tightly with both hands. She let out a soft "uh," as if she had stopped breathing—she had orgasmed… My mother: Ahhh… After about twenty or thirty seconds, she seemed to awaken, letting out a long cry. I pulled my penis out, and my mother's buttocks continued to heave, twitching and trembling. Just as my glans completely left her vagina, a few drops of urine spurted out with a "sizzle." Once she calmed down a bit, I entered her again, thrusting rapidly. This time, I enjoyed the ultimate pleasure I had created with my dear mother; we both orgasmed simultaneously.
After the passion came calm, and my mother and I fell asleep in each other's arms again. When I woke up, the aroma of food filled the air. My mother had prepared lunch for me on the gas stove in the hallway of our rented apartment. It was around three in the afternoon, though it was lunchtime. I got dressed, but Mom wasn't there. Looking around, I found a note on the small dining table.
"Jianjian, Mom's back. I bought a train ticket for tonight. My leave is very short. Eat well; I made some of your favorite dishes, including turtle soup. Take good care of yourself and don't overwork yourself. Be moderate with both me and her—your girlfriend. These past two days, Mom has been very happy and well. It's all thanks to you, and Mom will remember. Come home for the National Day holiday; Mom will be waiting for you. —Love, Ruolan"
After reading the note, I quickly called Mom, but she didn't answer. I called again, still no answer. About ten minutes later, I received a text from Mom: "
Xiaojian, Mom doesn't know what to say to you right now. I need some peace and quiet. The train at 5:50 PM is about to board; you don't need to see me off. I'm not a child anymore. I'll wait for you to come back."
Me: "Then be careful on your journey. Let me know when you get home. Kisses!"
Mom: Hmm.
There was a comma after "Hmm" in the text message. I guessed she meant to type "Kiss you," but didn't, or maybe typed it and then deleted it. Later, she told me the truth, just as I suspected.
After enjoying a delicious lunch made by Mom, I lay in bed, lost in thought, thinking about many things—about myself, about Mom and me, about my girlfriend and me, about my family… The day after Mom left, I contacted my girlfriend. Naturally, she moved back and we resumed living together, but it felt different than before. After summer vacation ended, the more normal school life returned to its dullness and monotony. A week before National Day, I received a text from Mom.
Mom: Jianjian, can you come back for National Day?
Me: Of course, I miss Mom.
Mom: Mom misses you too.
Me: Miss me for what?
Mom: You brat, what nonsense are you talking about! If you say anything unreliable again, don't come back. Me
: Okay, Mom, I won't talk nonsense, I'll wait for you to come back.
Mom: Okay, let me know when you confirm your trip home. Kiss you!
Me: Kiss you, baby.
Such text messages seemed commonplace, and Mom gradually let go of her initial guilt and unease, no longer hesitant to answer my calls. During the summer vacation and National Day holiday, or more precisely, after Mom returned home, we exchanged text messages, expressing our longing for each other, like lovers in their first love, everything so natural.
I arrived home a day early, and Mom picked me up at the station. Dad was away in the provincial capital for training and wouldn't be back until the 3rd, so he couldn't pick me up. I was very excited to see Mom. She must have dressed up carefully before leaving home: a black fitted skirt suit, a white low-cut t-shirt, black stockings covering her straight legs, and beige high-heeled sandals that made her 1.66-meter height appear even taller. She clearly wore light makeup, not at all glamorous, the kind that would make any man's heart flutter. Seeing me get out of the car, Mom greeted me with a smile. She didn't say anything, just silently took the bag from my hand with a gentle smile, like a young girl experiencing her first love, so endearing.
Mom drove on the way, and we didn't talk much. Entering the apartment complex, we parked the car downstairs. I quickly walked to Mom, grabbed her hand, and ran towards the stairwell—yes, a jog. Our apartment is on the sixth floor. We held hands, one in front of the other, climbing the stairs. My palms were sweating, and I gripped Mom's hand even tighter. Mom did too, responding tightly. "Bang!" With the sound of the door closing, Mom and I stood in the doorway, our eyes meeting, only our breaths catching in our throats. Mom's chest rose and fell, her mouth slightly open, just looking at me. For a moment, it was quiet; neither of us knew what to do next. Finally, Mom spoke first: "Go on, you've been on the train all night. Go wash up. I'll run you a bath."
The sound of running water filled the bathroom, and soon after, Mom called me. I went into the bathroom, hugged my mother who was bending over to test the water temperature, and smelled the fragrance of her hair. I whispered, "Thank you, Mom!"
Mom: "Silly child, what are you thanking me for? Hurry up and wash, or the water will get cold."
I let go of her and started taking off my clothes. Mom took them one by one, and soon I was completely naked. Because Mom was beside me, my lower body involuntarily hardened, standing straight and proud. Mom chuckled at this, then quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Mom: "You little pervert."
Her words were full of love, and the flirtatious ambiguity between a man and a woman. Mom's smile faded, and she gazed at me intently, slowly reaching out to gently stroke my chest.
Mom: "My darling has grown up, grown into a real man."
I grabbed Mom's hand and pulled her into my arms. Mom let out a soft moan, and the clothes in her hands silently fell to the floor. I slowly kissed her neck, gently breathed into her ear, searched for her fragrant lips, and slowly removed her clothes. I pulled this mature beauty into the bathtub with me… We kissed passionately, slowly shifting from initial passivity to an eager response. Her lips left mine, moving downwards to kiss my chest and lower abdomen.
One hand played with my testicles, the other stroked my penis. There was a brief pause when the head touched her chin, then a wave of warm, wet sensation enveloped my hard shaft. I staggered, letting out a cry of pleasure. To my surprise, my mother's oral skills were so adept, without a single tooth. Unable to withstand the intense stimulation, I plopped down in the bathtub. My mother quickly squatted down, lifting my buttocks with both hands, and accurately took me into her mouth again. I felt ecstatic, enjoying the waves of pleasure brought by this familiar yet unfamiliar woman. Within just two minutes, I felt a tingling sensation, about to ejaculate.
Me: "Mom, I'm here, stop." I said, pushing my mother's head, but she seemed not to hear me, sucking even more frantically. I felt like there was a suction cup in her throat, and before I knew it, a thick stream of semen gushed out. My mother stopped, tightly enveloping my penis in her mouth, and slowly released it, a white, milky liquid spilling from the corner of her mouth. I quickly sat up, cupped my mother's face in my hands, and kissed her deeply. Saliva mixed with semen, lingering on our tongues. The taste wasn't pleasant, but my mother didn't complain, quietly enjoying it... Youth is wonderful. Stimulated by the kiss, my body became hard again in two or three minutes. My mother accidentally touched it, pushed me away, and said: "Why are you hard again so quickly?!"
Me: "Because of beautiful mother, it was born of mother, and it was born for mother."
Mother: "Nonsense."
As she spoke, my mother stroked my penis, her breathing becoming more and more rapid.
Mom: Help Mommy~~
I thought Mommy wanted me to enter, and I was just about to get my gun ready when I saw Mommy get up, grab a towel, and lay it on the edge of the bathtub. She turned around, placed one foot on the wider end of the tub against the wall, and the other on the towel-covered end. She slowly squatted down, pressing her two plump buttocks against me, and her fingers rubbed back and forth between her labia.
Mommy: Baby, help Mommy~~~
Only then did I realize that Mom wanted me to perform oral sex on her. So I quickly adjusted my position, sticking out my tongue and rubbing it against her slippery vulva. Mom let out a long "oh," almost losing her balance. Once I was steady, I frantically sucked the juices flowing from Mom's pink vulva, while Mom accelerated her stroking of my penis. The intense mutual licking left us both a little tired, perhaps due to the limitations of our positions.
Finally, I sat on the edge of the bathtub, and Mom sat in my lap, her hands on my shoulders, using her arms to press against my shoulders and legs for support as she moved up and down, almost entirely on her own. I held her waist, desperately sucking on her breasts that trembled slightly with each movement. A woman nearing forty, her breasts were still so elastic, so full, so white—so white you could see the blue veins. In this union, I released inside Mom for the third time.
On October 1st, we didn't go out. We made love passionately in my bed (Mom wouldn't let me into her room). While resting, I downloaded a few Japanese adult films about mother-son relationships and showed them to Mom. She got excited and started mimicking the positions in the films. The day's activities left us almost exhausted. That evening, Mom made ginseng soup and a delicious meal. We ate until 11 pm before finally falling into a deep sleep.
On the morning of the 3rd, Dad returned from the provincial capital, and my life with Mom began to return to normal. However, seeing my beloved by my side every day, yet unable to have physical intimacy, was incredibly painful. Sometimes, while Mom was cooking in the kitchen, I would secretly follow her and give her a couple of nice touches on her buttocks to quench my thirst. At those times, Mom would always glare at me resentfully and then gesture towards the living room, indicating Dad's presence.
On the afternoon of the 5th, at the dinner table, Dad suddenly said to Mom: "The tranquilizers you got last time will run out tomorrow. Go to Dr. Zhou's place tomorrow and get some more." Hearing this, a mischievous idea suddenly popped into my head. I took off my slippers and rubbed my feet against my mother's smooth calves a couple of times. My mother quickly pulled her legs back. Our eyes met, and a hint of anger was written on my mother's face. While my mother was washing dishes in the kitchen, I followed her in.
Me: Mom, when did Dad start taking sleeping pills?
Mom: More than a year ago. Now he basically can't sleep without them.
Me: Does taking tranquilizers work? Those things are quite stimulating to the brain.
Mom: They definitely work. There's no way to stop the stimulation.
Me: Is it because he sleeps so soundly after taking sleeping pills that you can't wake him up?
Mom: Who knows? After he takes the pills, he finally falls asleep. How could I dare to wake him? If I wake him up, he'll get really angry at me. (My father has a bad temper. He's even hit my mother a few times. I've seen it with my own eyes, but I was too young then to protect her.) Me: Oh.
Before going to bed that night, I made sure to check if my dad had taken his medicine. Only after seeing him take it and go to rest did I slowly return to my room. Because it was premeditated, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, yet time seemed to pass incredibly slowly. I finally managed to stay awake until 1 a.m. before tiptoeing to my parents' room. I listened intently; my dad's snoring was unusually loud. I gently pushed open the door, tiptoed to their bedside, and knelt down. I slowly slipped my hand under the thin blanket, touching my mom's smooth calves, stroking them repeatedly from bottom to top and top to bottom. Then I buried my head under the blanket and kissed my mom's lower abdomen. My mom clearly felt it by then. She pulled back the blanket, pushed my head away, and shook her head, signaling me to leave. But I wasn't about to give up. I continued to bury my head in her lower abdomen and on her head, kissing her, and tried to take off her underwear.
My mother clung to me desperately, her face a mixture of anxiety and anger. But how much strength could a woman possibly have? Besides, she was afraid that any rough handling would wake my father. Finally, after several rounds of struggling, I stripped her naked. I spread her legs and sucked on her clitoris. My mother shuddered; her vulva was already soaked with fluid. She stopped resisting, instead trying her best to control herself, tightly covering her mouth, afraid to make a sound. But as I licked her with increasing fervor, she couldn't help but release her grip, letting out a long, low sigh. When I felt it was about time, I pulled down my underwear, stood by the bed, and brought my penis to her face. My mother kept shaking her head, gesturing for me to go to the other room, but I wouldn't listen, insisting on poking her mouth with my penis.
In the end, my mother couldn't resist me and gently took my penis into her mouth, slowly swallowing and releasing it. Perhaps the scene was too stimulating; after only a dozen or so thrusts, my ejaculation was complete, and all my semen shot into her mouth. Afterwards, Mom didn't dare move, frowning as she swallowed the semen. Seeing this, I suddenly felt incredibly shameless. I hadn't considered anyone else, only my own momentary pleasure. Moreover, such a dangerous act could almost ruin the entire family; if anything went wrong, I would regret it immensely.
I slunk back to my room, feeling both ashamed and afraid. The direct consequence of that night was that Mom and I were angry for several days until I returned to school after the holidays.
The next two years seemed to fly by. My girlfriend and I eventually broke up; there were many reasons, which I won't go into. In the first semester of my senior year, we started looking for jobs, and I was also busy with that. My relationship with Mom during those two years was basically limited to about seven or eight sexual encounters a year, mostly during holidays when Dad was at work and I was home, and Mom would sneak back. Being a nobody in a strange city, facing rejection after rejection in my job search, made me very frustrated. In August, I applied for a civil service exam in my hometown, with the actual exam in October. I didn't tell anyone about this, wanting to surprise Mom when I went home for the exam. But this surprise shocked me greatly.
That day, I rushed home after getting off the train. Because I couldn't get a taxi, I had to take two buses, and it was already noon when I arrived home. I thought, "Perfect timing, Mom must be home." I eagerly climbed to the sixth floor, stopped at the door, composed myself, and was about to take out my keys when I saw the door was ajar, just a crack. I
gently pushed it open. I tiptoed into the house, only to find the doorway a mess. Mom's skirt, high heels, underwear, and thong that looked like two strings were scattered on the floor, along with a pair of men's leather shoes, jeans, and a shirt. My first thought was that Dad was home, but then I remembered Mom said he was away on a business trip. Had he come back early? Just then, I heard sounds of a struggle coming from the living room, along with Mom's pleasurable moans.
Mom: Deeper, ah~~ You're hitting me so hard, oh~~ um~~
That voice was so familiar. My legs moved towards the bedroom against my will. As if possessed, I slowed my steps and walked forward with a trembling heart. Although I had seen my father and mother make love before, I still felt an immense bitterness and unease. I knew my mother didn't belong to me; I was the one who had wronged my father. But our physical intimacy had crossed the line between mother and son. In the past two or three years, I had possessed this woman. When I reached the bedroom, I found the door wide open. No wonder I had heard so clearly. I looked inside and saw my mother's plump buttocks straddling a large, dark penis, thrusting up and down. She wore black fishnet stockings with large cutouts. Because of the angle, I couldn't see anything else, only my mother's bare back.
My head buzzed. Judging from the physique, the thick leg hair, and the large penis, the man beneath my mother wasn't my father. I'd seen my father and mother make love before, but in my hazy memory, his penis wasn't this large, and he didn't have such thick leg hair. As I was analyzing the situation, I saw my mother roll over, her legs wide open, her hands covering her buttocks, using her fingers to spread her vulva. The man also rolled over, moving towards the foot of the bed, bringing his head close to my mother's genitals. At that moment, I saw clearly, and my mouth dropped open in shock. It was my uncle! He extended his right index finger and pressed it against my mother's clitoris, which was spread open, or perhaps erect due to excitement, and slowly rubbed it. My mother's cries rose higher and higher with this stimulation, her buttocks trembling incessantly.
Mother: Oh~~~ Ah~~ Ah~~ Brother-in-law, hurry, hurry and help me, lick~ lick~ down there.
Uncle sucked on Mom's labia, his lips clamping her vulva and pulling the two fleshy parts out of shape. He then stuck out his tongue and slid it back and forth at the wet vaginal opening. Mom stuffed her hands into Uncle's hair and pressed down hard.
Mom: Good brother-in-law, good~~husband, lick it in, lick it in~~so good~~yes, right there~~oh~~hiss~~~ Uncle suddenly raised his head, pulled Mom's foot over, hooked the string of her fishnet stocking around her toes, tore it apart forcefully, and took Mom's toes into his mouth, sucking hard. Mom's soles arched excitedly, and the bright red nail polish was deeply imprinted in my mind.
Mom: Oh~~hiss~~good husband, have you ever licked~~~my sister's feet?
Uncle: No, I only like licking yours. Your fair and tender feet always excite me. I love your beautiful feet, baby.
Mom: Ah~~ So exciting! From now on, from now on, you are only allowed to lick Ruolan's. Ruolan's feet are only for brother-in-law to lick, only~~ Oh~~ Only brother-in-law to lick. And, and her pussy, only brother-in-law to lick. You can't~ You can't lick sister's anymore~~ Ah~~ Ah~~ Brother-in-law, put it in, I want~~ I want brother-in-law's flesh~~ penis~ Oh~~ As if receiving an order, Uncle pulled down Mom's legs and forcefully thrust his huge penis into Mom's pussy.
Mom: Ah~~~~ It's so hard, all the way in, brother-in-law's is so big, so long, so thick~~ um~~~ um~~ oh~~ The sounds of his penis going in and out of her vagina were in my ears, along with the slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh. In front of me were Mom's legs wrapped around my uncle, and his back moving rapidly. My mind went blank... Mom: Oh~~ brother-in-law, I, I'm almost there~~ Uncle: Good Lanlan, brother-in-law is thirsty, I want to drink Lanlan's spring water.
Mom: Mm~~ Here you go, all of it~~ all of it, everything on Lanlan's body belongs to~~ ah~~ brother-in-law.
In the middle of the conversation, I saw my uncle roll over and lie flat on his side next to Mom. Mom got up and left my sight. Next, I heard Mom urinating, swish swish swish~~, and my uncle drinking water gulping. I think I understand now. Mom must have been riding on my uncle's head, spreading her white buttocks wide, exposing her vulva completely to his view, and urinating into his mouth. Because she had completely released, Mom let out a comfortable "oh," followed by a squelching sound. I think my uncle was sucking on Mom's labia; because she had just urinated, that's why she made that sound.
Mom reappeared in my sight; she tightly gripped my uncle's penis, stuck out her buttocks, found her vulva, and sat down. The sounds of slapping against each other echoed again with the rise and fall of Mom's hips. Mom pulled Uncle's hand over her ample breasts, kneading them wantonly until they were deformed. Mom's cries grew even more heart-wrenching, almost hoarse...
Uncle: Lanlan~ Huff~~ Huff~~ I'm almost there, faster~~ Mom: Husband, ah~~ Today~~ Oh~~ Today I'll ejaculate inside, I want to give you a~~ give you a baby, oh~~ Ah~~ Ah~~ Almost simultaneously, both Mom and Uncle let out low growls. Then, Mom's upper body stood straight, as if frozen, before collapsing forward onto Uncle's body a few seconds later. White foam covered Mom's labia, perineum, anus, and the base of Uncle's penis.
Mom: Huff~~~ Huff~~ Don't pull out yet, I like it this way.
After about two or three minutes, Mom lifted her buttocks and slowly pulled the dark penis out of her body. She then got up and retreated to the foot of the bed, lifting Uncle's dark penis into her mouth. Although it was somewhat limp, her mouth seemed to be filled to the brim. From the glans to the testicles, Mom carefully licked every inch of skin…
I must admit, I am not a gentleman, much less able to remain unmoved. My illicit affair with Mom demonstrates the obscene thoughts hidden within me. Witnessing Mom and Uncle's sexual intercourse, my lower body involuntarily hardened, filled with anger, but even more so with intense stimulation and desire. I wanted to turn away; I urgently needed to satisfy my physical needs. But I also wanted to witness the lewd scenes unfold. At that moment, I was conflicted. Seeing Mom making her final caresses, I tried my best to control my emotions. I should do what a son and a lover should do, even though the sensual pleasure was very enjoyable. I had to decisively end Mom's illicit affair. I calmed myself down, waiting for my lower body to return to normal. I strolled into the bedroom…
Me: Enjoyed it, huh?
My sudden appearance and question threw the lewd atmosphere of the bedroom into chaos. Mom jumped off the bed with a scream, squatted on the other side of the bed, and used the bed frame to cover her body. My uncle hurriedly sat up, covering his genitals with his hands, staring blankly at me.
Me: It's already happened, and I saw it all. What's the use of hiding now?
Mom: Xiao Jian! You…
Me: Shut up!
I didn't even look at her, clenched my fist, walked to the bed, and punched my uncle.
Me: You fucking bastard!
The punch made him shudder, and he seemed to come to his senses. He hurriedly got off the bed, didn't care about anything else, and ran towards the living room. I turned around and chased after him, seeing him frantically picking up his clothes scattered in the living room and haphazardly putting them on. His underwear, left in the bedroom, was simply not on. I walked up to him, raised my leg, and kicked him to the ground.
Me: From today onwards, stay far away from my mother. If I find out you two are still seeing each other, I'll chop you up!
Uncle: Xiao Jian, don't tell your aunt, and definitely don't tell your father. For the sake of this family, you… Me: You have no right to negotiate with me. I only want you to leave my mother. Get out!
A young man in his early twenties, nearly 1.8 meters tall, in his prime, I think he should have some intimidation. Of course, they couldn't be completely justified in their shameful deeds. So, my anger didn't provoke any retaliation from my uncle. He stood up from the ground, his clothes almost finished, and mumbled: Xiao Jian, let's talk.
Me: I just want you to get out of here right now, button your shirt up, and don't go out and embarrass our family.
Uncle didn't say anything more, straightened his clothes, turned and left, leaving me with an uncontrollable rage in my eyes. I turned back, almost falling, my emotions filled with frustration and bitterness. Entering the bedroom, I saw Mom curled up on the bed, a blanket draped over her shoulders, her face streaked with tears, her body trembling slightly. My anger subsided considerably. I went to the bedside and sat beside her. My hand touched her feet, painted with bright red nail polish, and she immediately shrank back under the blanket.
Mom: "I'm sorry..."
Her voice was choked with sobs.
Me: "I want to know the truth. Don't hide anything from me."
Mom remained silent for a long time, her low sobs gradually subsiding before she looked at me timidly with red eyes.
Mom: "I won't hide it from you, and you've seen it yourself. I... I just hope this matter ends with you, and that no one else knows. Also... I just hope you can forgive me, I... sigh..." Mom sighed mournfully, her words striking my heart heavily.
Mom: "Your dad almost lost his ability in that area four years ago, around the time you took your college entrance exam. We only had sex once every few months, and it always failed. He couldn't get an erection, so he simply gave up." I think this is related to his work pressure and drinking at social events. I can't blame him, but Mom is a normal woman with normal sexual needs. Perhaps you see Mom as lowly, but everyone has innate desires.
Especially after our first time, I thought I wanted to die for doing something so shameful, but you stirred up Mom's desires that had been dormant for over a year, making me unable to resist. I tried to end our mistake, and I tried to resist during our first time, but ultimately I couldn't resist the venomous snake in my heart. The problem is, you only stay home for a few days a year?! Every time I look forward to your return, I'm also afraid of your return because I always feel deep remorse for what happened between us. To satisfy my physical needs, I often go to the Rose Ballroom near the Post and Telecommunications Building. It's a shady ballroom, a mixed bag, with all sorts of people, and even has small private rooms for these people to have sex.
Of course, I only heard about it from others; I've never been inside. The main reason I went to the dance hall was to relieve my inner turmoil. When dancing with strange men, they would grope me in the dark, some even reaching down to my genitals. Whenever this happened, I would comfort myself, saying it was just touching, not sex, not betraying your father. Actually, conversely, I longed for it; it's a woman's most ordinary desire, a kind of self-deception. Unexpectedly, last summer, I bumped into your uncle at the dance hall. At first, I didn't see him. When the lights went out, someone pulled me onto the dance floor, and I naturally followed. He held me and we danced for a while without saying a word, his hands very proper.
Just as I was wondering what was going on, he called my name, startling me. I immediately realized it was your uncle's voice. I reflexively tried to pull away from him, but he held me even tighter, making it hard for me to breathe. In the midst of my struggle, the lights came on, and the people on the dance floor dispersed. He pulled me towards the outer edge of the room. I didn't dare look him in the eye, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he was wearing sunglasses and his hair was disheveled. He later told me he was disguising himself to avoid being recognized.
He led me to a nearby seat to watch some young girls dance. I got up to leave, but he held me firmly. When the lights went out again, he pulled me into his arms, his hands groping me. I struggled and resisted, but to no avail. In the end, desire overcame reason, and I succumbed. Perhaps it was what I had always wanted. As if possessed, I followed him to a small hotel in the suburbs, where we had our first time…
My mother's voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible.
Me: Continue. I want to know everything, including the details of your first time.
My voice was firm, like a command. My mother bit her lip, staring blankly at me.
Mom: Entering the room, he impatiently stripped off my clothes, carrying me naked from the bathroom door to the bed. He spread my arms and legs wide and entered me, his hard penis inside me. This was the first time I'd experienced sex without foreplay or caresses. I squinted, afraid to look, but I could clearly feel his thick, long penis; when it was fully inserted, it even reached the very entrance of my vagina. Even without caresses, I quickly reached orgasm, involuntarily moaning. Influenced by me, his strength increased. Before the previous orgasm had subsided, he brought me to an even higher peak. After two or three orgasms, I felt his speed slow down, but his strength increased, and each time he reached deep into my uterus.
Suddenly, just as my orgasm subsided slightly, a hot torrent shot into my vagina, splashing inside me. With several intermittent ejaculations, he finally lay still on top of me. Perhaps it had been a long time since I'd experienced that feeling, for I climaxed several times in a row. He made me feel like a woman again. I nestled in his arms like a little bird, my emotions completely restored, devoid of the initial guilt, shame, and disgrace. His hands gently roamed over my body, his tongue occasionally dancing on my nipples. I gently closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and curled my legs around his waist, my body trembling slightly with his caresses.
Suddenly, his tongue left my nipples and moved to my lower abdomen, kissing around my navel for a moment before parting my legs and beginning to suckle my genitals. Waves of tingling, pleasurable pleasure surged through my mind, and I trembled uncontrollably, my hands stroking my breasts to balance the stimulation in my lower body. Your father never performed oral sex on me. I had never experienced the wonderful sensation of a man's tongue nibbling and sucking. As his tongue continued to penetrate deeper, the pleasure in my body was like a small boat in a typhoon, constantly being tossed to the crest of a high wave, only to surge to another peak before it even subsided…
He turned around and straddled my head, pulling my legs up with both hands and burying his head between my thighs. This position made his tongue even more agile, and the stimulation became even more intense. His penis had swelled up again, hard and pounding against my face. He freed one hand to grab his hard penis and put it in my mouth. Stimulated by his licking and nibbling of my clitoris, I couldn't help but open my mouth and take his hard penis in.
His hot, thick penis filled my mouth. I stroked it up and down, licking the tip with my tongue. Gradually, the frequency of his thrusts in my mouth increased, penetrating deeper and deeper into my tongue. Suddenly, I felt like vomiting. I turned my head, trying to throw his penis out of my mouth, but by then he couldn't stop. The thrusts became faster and deeper. I soon couldn't breathe and desperately tried to push him away. Finally, his penis pierced my throat. My chest heaved uncontrollably. At that moment, a thick, salty, hot stream shot from his penis into my throat. I involuntarily swallowed this and the subsequent stream of semen. As his penis slowly softened, I realized that I had swallowed his semen for the first time in my life…
I don't know how others feel when they hear such lewd descriptions coming from a woman's mouth, but at that moment, I felt like my lower body was about to explode. My breathing became heavier and heavier. By the time my mother finished telling the story, I had stripped myself naked. My penis was erect and hard, the veins bulging. I grabbed the blanket covering my mother and threw it to the floor, then grabbed her legs and dragged them down from the headboard, spreading them into an M shape to expose her wet vulva to me. Before she could react, I sucked on it. It was covered with her and my mother's remaining white fluid, as well as freshly flowed clear nectar, sour and salty.
Mother: Ah~~~ Ah~~~ Baby, no, it's dirty, there~~ Oh~~~~ There's~~ Ah~~ Dirty stuff.
Ignoring her forceful pushes, I sucked and licked desperately, my mouth and nose becoming wet. Sometimes I would use the tip of my tongue to rub her clitoris, sometimes I would suck hard on her vulva with my mouth. My mother was panting heavily, sometimes she would lift her buttocks to meet my mouth, each suck lasting about a minute, making my face turn red. When I released her, our lips parted with a "pop" sound.
Just then, a gush of fluid erupted from my mother's lower body, spraying onto my face. As I instinctively flinched, the fluid shot upwards half a meter, arcing beautifully before cascading onto her full, pinkish-white breasts.
I seemed to suddenly awaken, and before the fluid could fully flow, I hastily sealed the source of the gushing water with my mouth. My mother's legs spread wider, her hands pressing down on my head, as if trying to shove me back to where I was born. Her fingers buried in my hair, pulling at the tips of a few strands, causing me pain, but I couldn't care less. My mouth was already full of my mother's fluid, and before I could spit it out, some had already gone down my throat. I simply swallowed it, savoring its salty, pungent taste.
When the gushing stopped, my mother's entire body convulsed, and she pulled me up by the shoulders. I obediently climbed on top of her, and her soft lips kissed me, her slippery tongue exploring my mouth. Her hands groped my genitals, and the moment she touched my penis, she gripped it tightly and began to stroke it rapidly. Our tongues intertwined, relentlessly pursuing each other, until our brains went blank from lack of oxygen, and we parted our lips. Only then did I notice that my mother's hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to her cheeks, her hair a disheveled mess, and two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks to her neck. "
My darling, let me die, I feel so good,"
she said, turning me over so I could lie flat. She knelt on the bed, licking from my chest down to my thicket, finding my erect penis in her mouth, her warm, soft touch instantly enveloping my hardness. Her full, white buttocks were raised high to one side, swaying up and down, left and right, with each lick of my penis; her vulva and even half of her buttocks were dripping wet. I rubbed my round buttocks back and forth with my hands, and my mother, as if on cue, crossed one leg, her white, fleshy buttocks covering my face.
Excitedly, I pressed my hands against her buttocks, pushing down hard to better enjoy my mother's clitoris and nectar. The whole room reeked of debauchery. We kissed each other's private parts passionately, forgetting the passage of time and where we were...
My tongue swirled around on my mother's tender clitoris, but I still wasn't satisfied. I secretly slipped my index finger to her anus. With just a light touch, my mother trembled and let out a muffled groan as my penis remained in her throat. I dabbed some of the secretions around her vulva and gently rubbed it against her anus. Then, mischievously, I inserted a finger. My mother's buttocks tightened, she released the penis from her mouth, and let out a long moan.
Mother: Oh~~~ You're killing me, you bad~~ bad~~ Oh~~ you bad boy.
I slowly moved my fingers, the folds around her anus stretching and contracting with each movement. My mother swallowed my penis again, retaliating by increasing the speed of her sucking. Suddenly, I felt I couldn't hold back.
Me: "Mom, stop... ah... listen." My mother
didn't listen, frantically sucking my penis, one hand gently teasing my testicles with her fingernail. This stimulation made me erupt instantly, a thick stream of semen gushing out. My mother didn't dodge; all the semen was in her mouth, slowly being drawn to the tip of my penis. I heard her swallow… The passion subsided, and my mother and I washed up. Back in bed, my mother lay quietly in my arms like a docile lamb, her fingers tracing circles on my chest.
Mother: "Do you think I'm cheap, not a good woman?"
Me: "No, in my heart, Mom will always be the most beautiful." Mother
: "From today onwards, Mom gives everything to you, every part of my body, even down there."
Me: "Where?"
Mother: "You're so annoying!" Mom gently patted my chest, smiling slightly.
Me: "Has no one touched that area? The two of them?"
Mom: "Yes, this is the only first time I can give you."
Me: "Will you still do it with him?"
Mom: "Who?
" Me: "You know, Dad doesn't have that ability anymore, who else could it be?!"
Mom: "...
" Me: "I understand, but it's best if I don't see it again."
Mom: "Sigh... No, Mom has you, that's enough. Come back to work, stay by Mom's side.
" Me: "I came back to take the civil service exam, I don't want to see..." Mom: "Really?!
" Me: "Of course, for you, for us.
" Mom: "Sigh... I feel sorry for your dad, he...we..." Me: "The sins of the father are visited upon the son, what Dad couldn't do, I will make up for to you."
Mom: "But after all...
" Me: "There are no 'buts,' you gave birth not only to a son, but also to a man, a man who can bring you physical and mental pleasure."
Before Mom could say anything more, I lowered my head and kissed her lips, and she responded passionately. Youth is wonderful; in a short time, I regained my previous erection. Kissing my mother's wet lips, I kneaded her full breasts. Her breasts were wonderful; they didn't seem to have nursed a child, still firm and elastic. I breathed and kissed her earlobes and neck, then touched her sparse pubic hair, which was now a vast expanse of moisture.
Mother: Oh~~ baby, come in, Mommy wants it, make Mommy feel good, oh~~ I straightened my penis and slowly entered, like a foot dipping into a spring full of fine sand, a strong suction gripping me. I adjusted my position, spreading my mother's legs. Her hazy eyes gazed at me longingly, her hands unconsciously cupping her breasts, kneading them forcefully. Her nipples stood erect, like ripe cherries.
Mother: Baby, move faster, reach the very core~~
I didn't do as she said. Instead, I lifted one of her legs, grasped her small, white foot, and gently licked the groove between her toes with the tip of my tongue. I admit I have a foot fetish, especially for my mother. Whenever she wears high heels, revealing glimpses of her toes, I can't help but glance at them and swallow hard. My mother's feet are beautiful, fair, and calloused, with bright red nail polish, like a jade sculpture.
Mother: "Ah~~ I'm going to die~~ You're so bad~~ You're so bad~~ Oh~~"
My mother mumbled incoherently, thrusting her body upwards to tighten the connection. I released one foot, picked up the other, and performed the same caresses.
Mother: "Good~~ Good son, hurry, I want it~~"
This time, I thought the foreplay should satisfy her, so I began the first wave of my assault. Perhaps the pleasure of licking her feet stimulated her; her vagina was full of slippery fluid. With my powerful thrusts, there were both the slapping sounds of skin against skin and the squelching sounds of walking on mud. My mother cooperated by spreading her legs as wide as possible to facilitate my thrusts.
Mom: Sss~~ Oh~~ Oh oh~~ Ah~~ Gently~~ Gently, baby~~ It's hitting the spot~~ Oh~~ Yes, don't move~~ Ah~~ Right there~~ Oh~~ Deeper.
Mom was already incoherent. I didn't know if it was deep enough or not, but I knew she was enjoying a woman's pleasure. She would bite her lip, open her mouth wide, clutch the sheets tightly, and then wrap her arms around my waist and press down.
Me: Whew~~ Does it feel good?
Mom: Mm~~ Oh~~ So good~~ Ah~~ Mm~~ So good~~
I pulled Mom's arm and sat her up in my arms. I kissed Mom deeply and then sucked on her trembling nipples. She moaned comfortably. Mom pressed me down, and I put my hands on her shoulders and pressed down hard, penetrating her all the way in. Mom's cries grew louder.
Me: Baby, move yourself. I want to see you move by yourself. Huff...huff...Mom obediently squatted on me. I propped my head up with my elbows, clearly seeing the area where we were joined. It was already a mess, with sticky fluid stretching into a line with each rise and fall of Mom's body. Perhaps she was tired, after a few dozen thrusts, Mom leaned back, her arms supporting her on the bed, moving her hips in and out. This time, I could see even more clearly: my penis was hard and purplish-red, and Mom's labia tightly enveloped it. I marveled at the greatness of the Creator, allowing people to enjoy the most beautiful experiences while enduring human suffering. Men and women, regardless of status or beauty, can all experience the pleasure of sex.
Me: Baby, turn around, whew~~ whew, I want to see that big ass I can never get enough of in my life, whew~~ Mom: Oh~~ I'm going to die~~ Ah~~ You're so bad~~ Hmm~~ Although she retorted verbally, Mom stopped moving and tried to turn around, not wanting to pull my penis out of her vagina. Unfortunately, she didn't get it right, and the dark thing still came out. Mom softly said "You're so annoying," and then focused on adjusting her position, sitting down and holding my penis, slowly sitting down.
The scene was indescribable. Her fair, plump buttocks were wrapped around her mons pubis, and her purplish-red vulva was dripping wet. Mom gently rubbed my penis against the entrance, aimed, and sat down deeply, followed by a comfortable groan. Another wave of thrusting began with Mom's up-and-down movements. She held onto the wall with both hands, and the rhythmic slapping of her buttocks was like a tamping machine.
In no time, I saw my mother's movements become erratic, her cries growing louder and louder until they faded away, as if she had fainted. What excited me even more was that after a few vigorous thrusts, my mother suddenly lifted her buttocks, and a thin stream of fluid gushed down, warmly drenching my penis. My mother, leaning against the wall, her legs trembling uncontrollably, was about to pull her to a different position when she grabbed my penis again, slammed down on it, and began to frantically stroke it. Deeply stimulated by what I had just witnessed, and drenched in the warm fluid, coupled with my mother's frantic stroking, I felt I was about to ejaculate.
I quickly sat up, hugged my mother from behind, and pulled her back forcefully, forcing her to kneel. My penis slipped out with this movement. I helped my mother raise her buttocks and pressed her front down, so that she was completely exposed to my view. A few sparse hairs on her vulva playfully beckoned. I opened my mouth wide and took it in, my ears filled with my mother's pleasurable moans.
My mother's most mysterious place was already soaking wet, and with the stimulation of my tongue, it kept gushing out new waves. As soon as my tongue left her clitoris, it could pull out long threads, and some even dripped down the gap between her labia like honey, bouncing back up after each drop. I sucked passionately, and my mother moaned passionately. When it was about time, I straightened my penis and thrust it in smoothly.
Without hesitation, I held my mother's waist and thrust hard, the rhythm of the slapping becoming faster and faster.
My mother gripped the sheet tightly with one hand, while the other reached behind her, searching for my hand. When she found it, she guided me to grasp her full breasts. I obediently kneaded her large breasts, which were swaying back and forth from being pushed against her… Mother: Ah~~~~~ Ah~~~~~ Hmm~~ Ooh~~ Hmm~~~ Me: Huff~~ Huff~~ Does it feel good? Hmm? Do you want more? Hmm?
Mother: Oh! It feels good~~ Oh~~ Ah~~ It's killing me, baby, it's so long~~ So thick~~ So~~ Ooh~~ So full~~ I~~ I'm going to come again, thrust~~ thrust~~ thrust faster~ thrust deeper~~~ Ah~~~~~~ Me: Huff~~ I'm asking you~ huff~ do you want more?
Mom: Yes~~ Ah~~ Yes~~ Oh~~ Good baby~~ Darling~~ Baby~~ I want~~ to~~ um~~ to kill Mom, oh~~ so good~ so good~~ Mom begs you, please shoot inside~~ shoot inside~~ ooh~~ Before my eyes was Mom's white body, in my ears were the woman's lewd cries, I finally ejaculated after more than ten intense thrusts, almost at the same time, Mom arched her body, her buttocks pushed back hard, her vaginal cavity tightening and loosening, gripping my penis, like breathing. She came too.
Mom: Oh~~~ Baby~ Mom~~ came~~ Ruolan is going to~~ be killed by you~~ ah~~ We remained in the position of intercourse, limp on the bed, panting heavily, after calming down a little, I prepared to pull my penis out, Mom seemed to know what I was going to do, quickly grabbed my waist with her hand, not letting me move.
Mom: No, don't come out.
She hurriedly uttered a "No," but the words "Don't come out" were barely audible. I knew she was shy. When the frenzy of intercourse subsides, a person's rationality becomes much clearer, but she didn't want my penis to leave her honeypot too soon. A man who had ejaculated thick semen into her flower core, who was also her son, was now inserting his thick penis into her vagina, without any barrier, their flesh pressed tightly together, glued together. She was conflicted, yet also enjoying it.
That afternoon, all the way into the evening, my mother and I made love frantically—in the living room, the bathroom, her bedroom, my bedroom—we changed places countless times, tried countless positions. I wanted to mold her into a wanton woman, to turn her into a harlot. I made her call me "husband," deliberately calling her "dear mother" to stimulate her senses, telling her that we were committing incest. I made her say lewd things, comparing me to my father, to my uncle, to my father, to her and my ex-girlfriend, making her say she had a big butt, big breasts, a white butt, a tight vagina, and delicious flesh, letting her find primal sexual climax in her sins…
Looking back, I felt deeply sinful, but the venomous snake of lust had already swallowed me whole; I couldn't escape the impulsive, primal animalistic desires.
I thought the story should end there. I successfully passed the civil service exam in my hometown and was temporarily transferred to work in the city. My mother often came to see me, pretending to see her son, but really to see her lover. This distorted love affair made it difficult for both of us to extricate ourselves. My mother said my aunt's husband had approached her once, and she agreed, as compensation for the sex he provided when she needed it. I didn't blame my mother.
Although I know that my aunt's husband brought my mother to her peak sexually, and that I sometimes couldn't satisfy her physically—his penis could bring her to ecstasy—my mother loves me, a love that transcends motherly love. She sacrificed her peak pleasure for so much of me, and I remember it deeply. Moreover, fearing I would overwork myself, our intercourse was always intentionally controlled.
My mother has also told me about marriage and children; at her late thirties, her beauty will fade, but I still want her to comfortably live a few more years as a complete woman. I love her.
[The End]

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