My Sexual Bliss with My Mother

My heart pounded with a mix of trepidation and anticipation as I rushed back to the third floor. I quickly showered, grabbed my laptop, leaned it against the headboard, plugged in the wireless receiver for the hidden camera, and eagerly turned it on, afraid I'd miss something if I waited any longer. The screen showed a view of my mother's room. That afternoon, I'd attached a camera lens to the side of the TV opposite my mother's bed. I hadn't intended to spy on her, so one external lens was enough; I hadn't even put in a microphone. I just wanted to know how my mother would react to the video. It was important to me; her reaction would measure how far I was from happiness.
The screen showed a bright ceiling light in my mother's bedroom. My mother wasn't in the room; she was probably still showering. On the closed laptop on the bedside table was the "gift" I'd just given her. After about ten minutes, my mother appeared in the bedroom wearing a red, low-cut, knee-length spaghetti-strap nightgown. She turned on the bedside lamp first, then turned off the ceiling light, instantly plunging the room into a dim, pinkish hue.
She leaned against the headboard, pulled the covers over herself, glanced at the things on the bedside table, reached for my "gift," emptied the disc from the small paper bag, examined it, then picked up the laptop from the bedside table, turned it on, and put the disc into the drive. The light from the computer screen illuminated my mother's beautiful face. My heart began to race, and I watched everything on the screen with a bit of nervousness.
Suddenly, my mother's expression turned to astonishment. One hand unconsciously went to her mouth, and then after about ten seconds, she slammed the laptop shut. The light from the bedside lamp above her chest dimmed again, and I could only clearly see the space from the bed to about her chest. I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I saw her pause for a moment, then smooth her hair, and then slowly lift the laptop, her face full of surprise, her eyes wide open, her right index finger to her lips, looking completely bewildered.
About three minutes later, my mother suddenly seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly took out the disc, and shut down the computer. She placed the disc on the bedside table, then threw it to the floor, finally getting out of bed to retrieve it and put it in the drawer. I saw her breathing become slightly rapid. She ran her hands through her hair, then placed her hands on her cheeks, sat silently for a while, then turned off the light and lay down.
The room became dark, with only a sliver of daylight filtering in from the window revealing my mother's body lying in bed. I silently stared at the now-blacked-out computer screen, noticing that my mother had changed sleeping positions three times in just a few minutes.
I shut down the computer, turned off the light, and sat silently in the darkness, trying to lie down several times, but I couldn't fall asleep. I don't know how much time passed, but I picked up the clock on the bedside table, pressed the night mode button, and saw that it was almost 1 a.m., yet I still couldn't fall asleep. I felt an indescribable emptiness mixed with a strange tension, making it impossible to calm down and sleep.
I wondered if my mother felt the same way I did. Suddenly, I had an urge to see her. I sat up abruptly, jumped onto the carpet, and tiptoed upstairs to the second floor. With the utmost care, I turned the doorknob and opened my mother's bedroom door. The familiar, faint scent of jasmine filled my nostrils. The room was quiet; I could hear my mother's soft breathing.
I stood at the doorway, hesitating for a few minutes before finally entering. I gently closed the door behind me and stood by the bed in the darkness for a while, until my eyes adjusted. From the faint light filtering through the curtains, I could tell my mother was lying on her side, the soft blanket clinging to her body, outlining the alluring curves of a mature woman. Lost in thought, I gently climbed into bed, snuggled under the covers, and embraced her beautiful body from behind. A feeling of profound peace washed over me. Did I really want to just stay there, embracing her, and fall asleep?
But after a short while, the restless thoughts within me started acting up again. My genitals, pressed against my mother's buttocks, gradually rose, creating an uncomfortable tent-like erection against my underwear. I tried to lower it to a more comfortable position against her lower abdomen, but once my hand touched the head of that little thing, I couldn't bear to let go, and involuntarily began to stroke and masturbate it… With each stroke, my lustful desires grew stronger, my breathing became heavy, and reason was gradually overwhelmed by desire. I lay on my side behind my mother, my lower hand seeking pleasure between my legs, while my upper hand restlessly moved up from her waist to her full breasts, kneading them through her soft nightgown. At this point, I no longer cared about whether my mother would wake up. There's a saying, "The appetite for desire is insatiable," and this applies equally to humanity's most primal desires.
I reached my hand under my mother's nightgown again, tracing her smooth thigh up to her lower abdomen. My fingertips lifted the edge of her panties, ready to slip inside, but a hand pressed down on her slightly protruding belly. I panicked, suddenly realizing that my mother's breathing was already uneven, her chest heaving rapidly—she was already awake! Yes, my antics would wake even the deepest sleeper, let alone my mother, who probably hadn't slept at all, just like me.
I tensed up slightly, like a thief caught red-handed, but understanding my mother's current state, I boldly pulled my hand away from hers and moved up her abdomen to her breasts. I pushed up her bra, freeing her full breasts to receive my gentle caresses. My fingertips lightly brushed against the nipples, then I cupped one in my palm, tenderly kneading it, using all the experience I had accumulated over the past 20 years in treating this sacred object with reverence.
My mother's breathing quickened, her body shifting gently in my arms. My other hand slipped under her neck, invading her other breast beneath the hem of her low-cut nightgown. My lips, burning with desire, kissed her neck and shoulders. A fire of passion ignited between us, quickly escalating; the only sound in the quiet bedroom was our increasingly heavy breathing.
My hand, resting on her upper body, again reached for the edge of her underwear, but was once again firmly pressed down by my alert mother. I understood her meaning; she wouldn't let me disarm her today. I wrote "I understand" on her palm with my finger. Then I pulled open my robe and removed my underwear, my erection pressing against her full buttocks.
I pushed my mother's nightgown up above her waist, shifted my hips slightly, and used my hand to place my throbbing erection between her thighs. I then used my hand to bring her bent legs together, thus enveloping my eager penis in the triangle formed by her buttocks and thighs. I gently lifted and lowered my hips, and my penis began to thrust in and out. As it rose, I could feel the warm, moist sensation emanating from her private parts, separated only by her underwear.
While this simulated intercourse wasn't as intense as actual vaginal penetration, the stimulation from breaking the taboo for the first time more than made up for it. I caressed her breasts and roamed over her shapely thighs, which felt wonderful to the touch. My mother's heavy breathing began to occasionally punctuate with low moans, each one enough to stimulate my senses.
My hands, no longer content with just exploring her thighs, suddenly climbed up to the area covered by my mother's panties, caressing her almost greedily like a thirsty fish finding water again. My mother, struck by this sudden stimulation, let out an uncontrollable moan, "Ah..." She then tried to cover herself with her hands in a panic, but my wrist was grabbed again.
I breathed heavily and kissed my mother's earlobe, whispering, "It's just outside," while continuing to point there with my finger. Although my mother still held onto my wrist, she relaxed, allowing me to act boldly. My hands braced against the bed, and I increased the speed of my thrusts.
"Mmm, uh... ah," my mother's short breaths and suppressed moans filled my ears. A warm, slippery sensation came from my hands—my mother's love fluid, which had soaked her panties and dripped onto my hands. That fluid also coated my penis, making the penetration smoother and the pleasure even more intense.
I knelt up, gripping my mother's waist tightly, and quickened the friction of my penis against her buttocks. Finally, an uncontrollable tingling pleasure surged up my spine. I quickly pulled my penis out, but it was too late; clumps of semen spurted out. I could only awkwardly let it finish, then hurriedly turned on the bedside lamp, intending to wipe it off for my mother. Most of the sticky clumps landed on her nightgown piled around her waist, and a few spots also appeared on the blanket in front of her.
I didn't know how to clean up this mess.
Fortunately, my mother silently got up a moment after the light was on, picked up her nightgown, got out of bed, and ran to the bathroom. I quickly got out of bed, rolled up the towel I had soiled, took it to the laundry room, and changed the blankets to a clean one. After finishing all that, I didn't know what to do again, sitting restlessly on the edge of the bed, naked. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but my mother locked the door when I opened it. The toilet and shower here are combined; the toilet is on the outside, and the shower room is separated by a glass door on the inside.
My mother heard me open the door and said loudly from inside, "I want some peace and quiet. Go back to the third floor!" "...Mom, are you alright?" "I'm fine, go back!"
I listened inside; all I could hear was the sound of running water.
After thinking for a moment, I turned around, grabbed my pajamas and underwear, and went back to the third floor.
I woke up the next day when the sun was high in the sky. Since it was the weekend, I hadn't set an alarm, but usually my mother would knock on the door to urge me not to stay in bed. Today, she didn't. I thought for a moment and hurriedly got up, going straight to the second floor without putting on any clothes. My mother wasn't there. I went down to the first floor, but she wasn't there either. However, I found a note she had left on the kitchen table. It said she was going to the yoga studio and then going to Guangshan Temple in the suburbs to visit a friend in the afternoon.
I knew that a very famous female abbess at that nunnery was a friend of my father when he was alive. She had helped the temple when it was in dire need. After my father passed away, all the monks and nuns in the temple spontaneously held a seven-day memorial service for him free of charge. So my mother later became friends with that old nun and would visit the nunnery every year to offer incense and pray for peace. My mother said this wasn't superstition; seeking peace of mind was a form of psychological suggestion, and the monks' self-cultivation was also a way to maintain health.
That day, I spent my time at home looking at some work documents and then just spacing out. At 3 p.m., I busied myself making dinner, cooking all the kinds of dishes I had learned to make in the past 20 years. It was only four dishes and a soup, but it still took me three hours. When my mother came home, I still hadn't finished. My mother seemed to be in good spirits, which made me feel much more at ease.
As she changed her shoes, my mother asked, "Which way did the sun rise today?" "From the west! Look, it's just rising!" After she said that, my mother and I laughed together.
My mother's smile was so radiant, even the faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes seemed to accentuate her mature charm. At the dinner table, I suggested having some wine, but my mother stopped me, telling me to sit down and eat, that she had something to tell me. I pretended to sit up straight and listened to her.
My mother smiled and said, "You seem different today. What? You've learned your lesson?" "Hehe, I've always been good, beautiful mother. What do you want to say?" "Really? Then will you listen to me?" I bowed and said, "Yes!"
"Heh, I ran into an old friend on my way back today, and we talked about you. I asked her to find you a girlfriend, and she said she knows someone who's a great catch. Go meet her tomorrow!" "Tomorrow?" "What, you don't agree? You just said you'd listen to me! Never mind, forget I said anything, and you didn't say what you just said either!" My mother angrily picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
I quickly said, "Okay...okay! I'll go. Don't be angry, it's not good to eat when you're angry." My mother's anger turned to joy, and she gestured for me to eat quickly.
I was so depressed that I had no appetite, so I ate hastily and went back upstairs. I felt a wave of disappointment and was thinking about how to avoid it tomorrow. But then my mother came over and told me that she had just spoken to someone on the phone and arranged a meeting place. She asked me to meet the other person at a tea restaurant at 3 pm the next day. I agreed listlessly.
I still couldn't think of a good plan. I thought about asking Qin Gang for help, but then I thought that he would laugh at me, so I gave up the idea. I decided that when I met the other person tomorrow, I would behave poorly and find an excuse to leave. Then the other person would naturally not like me.
The next afternoon, my mother helped me dress up carefully, gave me several instructions, and sent me out early. I didn't go directly to the agreed place. Instead, I went to an aquarium that was very close by and wandered around for half an hour later. I stared at my watch; time seemed to crawl by… Just as I realized it was almost time to go to my appointment, Qin Gang called to ask where I was.
I said I was wandering around.
He hesitated for a moment before telling me to come to his auto repair shop, saying there was someone there constantly on the phone, and judging from the conversation, I might know him.
I didn't quite understand what Qin Gang meant, and when I asked him, he stammered. I got a little angry and yelled into the phone, "When did you become like this? A sissy?" Qin Gang then said, "That guy knows Aunt Xiaolin, and he seems to have bad intentions. He keeps talking about Aunt Xiaolin on the phone, it's disgusting! I want to beat him up, and if you don't come, I'll do it myself!" I was furious and yelled into the phone, "Leave him to me!" After saying that, I went out, got in my car, and drove straight to Qin Gang's place. It wasn't far; I arrived there 15 minutes later. As soon as I got out of the car, a man in a white chef's uniform with a plaster on his face grabbed me. I looked closely and realized it was Qin Gang.
I asked him why he was dressed like that.
He said it was his company, and if he wanted to hit someone, he needed to disguise himself first. He was wearing his friend's clothes from the restaurant across the street, and asked if I wanted to change.
I said, "Change my ass! Where's the person you're talking about?"
Qin Gang pointed to a car repair shop not far away and said, "That's him. He's been talking there for almost half an hour." I saw a man pacing back and forth outside the shop, talking on his cell phone. He looked familiar, and as I got closer, I saw that he had a round face and a disgusting mole. It was the man who had come out of the hotel with my mother yesterday. I listened carefully to what he was saying.
Qin Gang quietly handed me an iron wrench.
"Hehe, Director Liu, once I've got that woman sorted out, I'll make sure you get your turn! Hehe, Zhou Xiaolin is a real stunner, hasn't been with anyone in all these years, her crotch is probably still red, haha!" The round-faced man chuckled lewdly. "If you have any good stuff, don't forget to share it with me, haha! I just love this kind of taste, young girls are boring, Zhou Xiaolin is just my type, top-notch!
We brothers have the same taste..."
He stopped there, and my wrench struck his spine. Qin Gang kicked him to the ground, but this guy was tough, yelling and trying to get up. I kicked him again, then pounced on him, punching and wrench indiscriminately.
"You damn shit-mouthed bastard, I'll teach you to talk! I'll teach you to talk!" If Qin Gang hadn't pulled me up and told me not to kill him, I would have beaten him to death! Qin Gang pulled me away quickly, got into the car by the roadside, started the engine, and drove off the street. On the way, Qin Gang asked me to drop him off; he needed to return the clothes and also check things out, since it was his territory. I nodded, let him out of the car, still angry, having long forgotten about meeting him. I found a bar, drank two bottles of alcohol, and then left.
Getting into the car to go home, I noticed the lights, which were usually on 24/7, weren't working today. I was a little surprised and found my parking spot entirely by the car headlights. I grumbled a few times as I got out of the car. The moment I closed the door, everything went black. I realized someone had put a sack over my head, and then I was hit several times with heavy blows. I only heard someone shout, "You little brat, you've got a death wish, daring to hit anyone!" Then a blow to the head came down, and I heard nothing more.
Chapter Seven (Extended Chapter)
This will be the final chapter of this essay contest. If there's enough support or the contestant ranks well, I might be motivated to write some related side stories. Now, let's look at the main text:
I opened my eyes again and saw the world. Everything was white—a white room, a white bed, a white ceiling, white curtains. My nostrils were filled with the smell of Lysol. This was a private room in the hospital.
I raised my hand; it hurt a little. My left arm was still bandaged, but I could feel that the bone wasn't broken.
Suddenly, I felt something strange on my head—numb and a little painful. I touched it; it was also bandaged, but I was shocked when I touched it—my hair! My hair had been shaved off. It seemed like a serious injury; they shaved it to prevent infection.
A sliver of pale red sunlight slanted in. I judged the time; it must be evening. I tried hard to remember what had happened. My head ached, and all I could recall was being hit on the head in the underground parking lot. Then I vaguely remembered people crying and shouting. Oh, it was my mother crying. I thought I could also hear Aunt Fei and Qin Gang's voices… The door opened, and I saw my mother walk in with a thermos. Her face was haggard, and her eyes were red. It was heartbreaking to see her like that. "Mom," I called out. My mother's face lit up with surprise, then tears welled up in her eyes. She went to the bedside, touched my hand, and said, "You're awake! You scared me to death!" I tried to control my emotions, forcing a smile as I said to my mother, "Mom, I'm fine. I'll be alright in a few days. It's just that my hair might take a while to grow back to its original size." "It's better that you're alright. Qin Gang told me everything. I've already called the police. Through the surveillance footage, they caught those people quickly. It was the one you hit." "They hired an unemployed person with a criminal record, but since you and Qin Gang also assaulted someone, the police will come here to question you. Qin Gang has already been detained. I paid some fines, and I hired a lawyer. He should be released on bail in two days at most, and there shouldn't be any problems then. Your situation is special, so you'll be spared detention, but you'll still have to pay a fine." "Qin Gang was detained?" "That's already pretty good. I asked a friend for help, otherwise it would have been at least half a month." "That bastard... I said you... you... deserved to be beaten!" I winced as I got agitated, my whole body aching.
My mother said, "Alright, don't worry about that. Getting better is the key now. Come and eat something. The doctor said you'll wake up at night. You're in good health, so you woke up a little earlier. I cooked some porridge, come and eat some." My mother opened her thermos, which was filled with a fragrant aroma of hot porridge. My mother gestured for me not to move and then fed me with a spoon. Every time she leaned over to bring the porridge to my lips, I deliberately slowed down, taking the opportunity to get closer to her face and smell her faint feminine fragrance.
"Eat your food properly, why are you looking at me?" My mother noticed my strange behavior. "She's pretty. I like looking!" My mother looked a little shy and glanced around. Even though it was a private room, she still instinctively glanced at me. "Mom!" "Hmm? What's wrong?" "Mom, please don't let anyone introduce me to girlfriends anymore, okay?" My mother nodded, sat on the edge of the bed, and took my hand, saying, "Mom really regrets it. If I hadn't let you go to meet someone that day, and if you had been home, I could have stopped you, and this wouldn't have happened. Do you know how dangerous it was? If it weren't for the other residents' car coming back, noticing the lights were off, and shouting for security, which scared away those three people, you would have... you would have been..." My mother's tears fell again as she spoke. "Mom, don't cry! You won't be pretty if you cry." My mother wiped away her tears and tidied up her messy things.
"Mom, I need to pee, can you help me?" My mother quickly told me not to move, and took out a commode from under the bed, gesturing for me to turn to my side. I endured the aches and pains throughout my body and, with her help, turned to my side. Seeing my pained expression, my mother simply reached under my blanket, pulled off my hospital gown and underwear, and inserted my penis into the commode. As I peed, I was somewhat surprised by how quickly my mother moved, and couldn't help but look at her. Only after I finished urinating, and she took the commode, her eyes meeting mine, did she realize I was looking at her. A slight blush immediately appeared on her face, and she said, "You little rascal, what mischief are you plotting now?" Then she turned and went out to clean the commode.
Before it got dark, two policemen came and took a detailed statement from me in the ward, questioning me in great detail about why we hit someone and how I was beaten. Before they left, I asked them how that fat guy with the mole on his face was doing. We said that the fat guy wasn't much better off than me, except his head wasn't like mine, but his body was in much worse shape. One of the policemen, after giving me a few words of advice, muttered to himself, "That guy's reputation is ruined now, and it's even dragged the TV station down with him. The headline in the newspapers is 'A Hypocritical Beast in Human Clothing'..." I had told my mother to go home and rest that night, saying there were nurses here, but she was worried and stayed, sleeping on the small bed next to me to keep me company. With the lights off, my mother and I lay on our respective beds. Through the light streaming in from the window in the hallway, I could see my mother lying on the small bed, facing me, looking at me. "Mom, why don't you... come and sleep here? I want to talk to you." "Isn't it the same here?" "It's a whisper, won't people overhear?" My mother hesitated for a moment, then took a blanket and pillow and lay down beside me, still facing me. I endured the pain and turned around to face her, taking her hand and whispering, "Mom, I love you, more than anyone else in the world." My mother tried to pull her hand away, but I held it back. "Don't find me any more girlfriends, okay?" My mother nodded this time and replied softly. "Mom, even if you can't accept me now, I'll wait, for years to come. I'm not afraid of you getting old, I'll wait!" My mother put her hand on my lips, stopping me from saying anything more, but I gently kissed her hand. My mother playfully pressed my philtrum with her thumb and whispered, "Little bandit!" "I am a bandit, Mom's little bandit." As I said this, I teasingly reached out to touch my mother's chest, but she quickly grabbed my hand. "No. Xiaoxiao, wait until you're better, after you're discharged from the hospital..." These words were a huge surprise to me, and I blurted out, "Mom, you accept me?" My mother immediately covered my mouth, her movements a little flustered. "You just said..." "Don't say it! Keep your voice down." My mother's voice was shy and nervous. "Then you still haven't answered me?" I took the opportunity to deliberately ask loudly. My mother quickly replied, "Alright, you win. We'll talk about it again when you're discharged." I was overjoyed. Then my mother whispered, "I talked with the nun at Guangnian Nunnery for a long time the other day. She noticed my worries and had me draw a fortune stick. I told her it was about marriage. After she looked at it, she said, 'The time for marriage has come. You can only let it be. If you don't resolve the relationship today, there won't be a tomorrow.'" After saying that, she picked up the blanket and went back to her small bed. My heart, however, flew to the future. I wished I could be discharged right now!
The next morning, when I woke up, I saw that my mother was already up, simply tidying her hair and clothes. My mind immediately recalled my mother's words from the night before, and I felt an indescribable flutter. Even my little brother, who was getting an erection, was excitedly standing at attention, but at the same time, the urge to urinate also came over me. "Mom, I need to pee!" Hearing this, my mother went to get the chamber pot, still helping me turn to my side, and placed it under the covers. I had already pulled my penis out myself. When my mother was helping me put it into the potty, she hesitated for a moment and tried to pull her hand back, but I, who had planned this all along, held it down.
My mother must have been a little embarrassed when she noticed my erect penis. I held her hand, and three of her fingers pinched my penis. I finished peeing, but instead of letting her pull her hand back, I took the opportunity to shove my entire erect penis into her palm. Then I gripped her hand tightly and started stroking it back and forth. My
mother tried to pull her hand away twice, but I grabbed it each time. Seeing that I was enduring the pain while doing this, she blushed and followed my lead.
My mother's hands were smooth and delicate; one hand couldn't fully enclose the length of my penis, the entire glans was outside her palm. She gently stroked the foreskin in rhythm with me, and pleasure spread from the center of her body to my entire body. I wanted to enjoy my mother's warm, smooth hands a little longer, but seeing her shy and anxious expression as she kept looking towards the door, I couldn't bear it. So I sped up, no longer enduring the pleasure, and let it erupt. Finally, I let out a soft moan, my thick, powerful penis trembled a few times, and all my semen shot into the toilet.
For the next two days, my mother spent most of her time at the hospital, except for work. After two days, seeing that I was much better, she no longer needed to shuttle between the company and the hospital so tirelessly. Aunt Fei visited me once during this time. On the third day, Qin Gang came to see me. I told him I had caused him trouble, but I said that I was the one who brought this upon myself, and besides, nothing serious had happened yet, so I wouldn't mention it! Before leaving, Qin Gang mysteriously asked how things were between my mother and me. I made an "OK" sign with my hand and told him I would get a gift when I was discharged. I looked forward to getting better and being discharged every day. Half a month later, the gauze on my head was removed, and the stitches were taken out. The doctor said the recovery was good, but there would be a scar, though it wouldn't be visible once my hair grew back. I eagerly asked the doctor if I could be discharged, but the answer was that I needed to be observed for a few more days until the soft tissue contusions healed. I said it wasn't necessary, but my mother insisted that I listen to the doctor. So, I had to spend another seven agonizing days in the hospital.
Finally, I was discharged from the hospital. My mother had a crucial meeting with a foreign client that day, so I told her to go about her business and had Qin Gang drive me home. It felt so good to be home. I threw away all my hospital belongings, plopped down on the sofa, and let out a long sigh. Qin Gang then said to me, "What, something good tonight?" He pulled a box from his pocket and tossed it to me, saying it was a gift to celebrate my discharge. I took it and saw it was a box of condoms… After Qin Gang left, I took a shower. In the bathroom, looking at my naked reflection in the mirror, I naturally thought of the box Qin Gang had given me, and then of my mother. In the past, I would have definitely masturbated in front of the mirror, but today I restrained myself. I decided to use my resources wisely; that "meat gun" wouldn't be wasted from today onwards.
I prepared a table of dinner early, waiting for my mother to return. While waiting for my mother to return, I felt a little uneasy, even having wild thoughts that she wouldn't come back. Until I heard the door open, I rushed over and hugged her tightly as she entered. "Mom, you're back!" my mother exclaimed, both surprised and delighted. "I couldn't avoid it today, so I didn't go to the hospital to pick you up." "I understand! But you have to make it up to me," I said, kissing her. She struggled shyly for a moment, but I still managed to kiss her lips. I savored the fragrance of her lips, my tongue exploring her mouth, entwining with hers, exchanging saliva. Of course, I wasn't satisfied with just a kiss; my hands instinctively roamed over her back and hips. Finally, one hand slipped under her skirt, running down her thigh. At that moment, my mother pushed my head away, panting, "No, not now..." I looked at her blushing face, kissed it once, and released her. My mother said,
"I'm going to the bathroom, let's get ready for dinner!" and then quickly went to the bathroom.
During the meal, my mother seemed rather quiet, her eyes constantly glancing at me with a flickering gaze. I kept putting food on her plate. After dinner, I also took over the task of clearing the dishes, while my mother, unusually, sat in the living room watching TV. My heart fluttered, and I sat down beside her, staring at the TV, but I couldn't concentrate on anything. My mind was elsewhere; I was just waiting for my mother to say she was done watching and go to sleep. But my mother seemed to be in high spirits today, constantly changing channels. I suddenly thought, perhaps she was still a little shy? So I got up first and said I was going to sleep, then whispered in her ear, "I'll wait for you." After saying that, I went upstairs to the third floor, taking my blanket and pillow to my mother's bedroom on the second floor. I took a nice shower and then crawled into bed to wait.
It was a long wait; I felt like several hours had passed and my mother still hadn't returned. I was getting incredibly impatient, but when I checked the time, less than 90 minutes had passed, so I had no choice but to wait patiently. Finally, my mother returned to the second floor. I had already decided to wait for her quietly, not to rush, otherwise it might be another wasted effort. So when she came in, I just lay there quietly. My mother went to the bathroom, and I could vaguely hear the sound of running water. My mind involuntarily conjured up images of my mother's voluptuous and alluring body, her smooth, silky shoulders, her full, rounded breasts, and her perfectly proportioned waist... I first stripped myself naked under the covers, waiting for my mother to get into bed. This time, my mother's bath seemed unusually long... My mother finally came out of the bathroom, wearing a white slip dress. She first dried her hair with a hairdryer, then turned around and turned off the lights in the room before carefully climbing into bed. The room became dark, with only a faint light filtering in through the curtains. My mother lay down on her side with her back to me, just like that day. I lay there nervously for two minutes, then slowly leaned over and hugged my mother from behind. She didn't resist, which emboldened me. My left hand slipped under her nightgown, winding around her smooth back to her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra today, and my hand immediately touched her full breasts. I opened my palm, pinching her nipple between my index and middle fingers, then cupped my hand over her soft breast, greedily yet gently kneading it until I heard my mother's breathing quicken. Then, my lips kissed her earlobe from behind, the wet kiss... I gently blew a warm breath, and the hand on the sacred object slid to another sacred peak, increasing the pressure of the kneading. My lips traveled down to kiss my mother's neck and shoulders... "Mmm. Ah..." A soft moan escaped my mother's breath, which was the best encouragement for me. My hand traced my mother's waist, lifted the edge of her panties, and slipped inside. Beneath the soft, fine tuft of pubic hair was a pool of warm, wet moisture. Instantly, my head felt dizzy with excitement, and my lips went dry as if they could breathe fire of desire. I really wanted to take up my gun right now and insert that hard penis. But I managed to remain calm and continued to caress her carefully. My middle finger gently explored and found that little protrusion in the pubic hair, gently stroking and kneading it. "Ah!... Hiss, mmm!" My mother's moan escaped clearly for the first time, and her body trembled slightly. My hand lingered greedily between her mons pubis, teasing her. Her moans rose and fell, and her body twisted and trembled incessantly. A slippery trickle of fluid wetted my palm at the base of her thighs.
I got up and pulled down my mother's panties from behind. My mother shifted her buttocks slightly to cooperate with me in removing her last line of defense. I pushed her nightgown up to her waist and leaned down to kiss her full, alluring buttocks. After a long while, I kissed her plump but not fat, smooth legs. But when I wanted my mother to lie flat on her side and kiss her inner thighs, she shyly turned her upper body over and lay face down on the bed, her lower body still lying on her side in my hand. It was a strange position. I understood what my mother meant, so I didn't force her. I released my hand from her legs and let her lie naturally on her side. Instead, I began to caress and kiss her legs and back. Finally, I buried my hand between her legs again. It was even more wet and sticky there. I parted her vulva with my middle finger and probed inside. A warm, moist sensation enveloped my finger. It seemed that my mother's private parts were well-maintained. Although they were not as tight as a young girl's, they were not as loose as most women of this age. "Ah, um!" My mother suddenly let out a loud groan, which quickly turned into a suppressed moan. This sound brought my excitement to its limit. I didn't want to wait any longer, I couldn't wait any longer! I decisively turned on the bedside lamp. The pale red light shone on the bed. My mother's smooth body was lying diagonally on the bed, her head buried in the pillow, her hands bent at her shoulders, gripping the sheets.
When my mother saw the light, she suddenly reached for the light switch. "No, don't turn it on..." She lay there, not quite grasping the switch. I quickly grabbed her hand, leaned down and kissed her shoulder, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I'll turn it off as soon as I've got the condom." After saying that, I opened the bedside table, took out the condom Qin Gang had given me, and deftly put it on my erect penis. Then I straddled my mother, who was now completely lying on the bed.
I slowly lowered myself, my hands on the bed, my hips moving to her buttocks, guiding my penis to her vulva. My heart pounded wildly, a mixture of tension and excitement from finally breaking a taboo. I gently kissed my mother's ear and whispered, "Mom, I'm coming in." She reached out and turned off the light.
In the darkness, panting, I guided my erect penis to her wet vulva, thrusting forward. My swollen glans entered the warm embrace, and my mother's body trembled. "Ah!" I used that soft moan to propel myself deeper. "Ah!" A feeling of fullness and envelopment immediately spread from my penis throughout my body, and I let out a soft cry of excitement. I slowly lowered my hips, and amidst my mother's heavy breathing, I plunged my hips down again, pushing my penis back into her vagina. The pleasure from the friction was intoxicating, and my mother's moans were a reward, further fueling my excitement. I lowered my head and began to thrust wildly. In this position, I couldn't insert the entire length too deeply, but each of my thrusts was of high quality. Sometimes I would pull quickly and push gently, and sometimes I would pull slowly and push quickly. After this series of thrusts, my mother's moans began to rise and fall, and the connection between our lower bodies became smoother.
"Ah! Xiaoxiao..." My mother unconsciously called out my name, which startled me. The thought of my mother being fucked beneath me at this moment sent an overwhelming surge of pleasure through me, almost causing me to ejaculate prematurely. I had never ejaculated so quickly before, so I took a deep breath and held back! I gently swayed my hips and stopped thrusting. I leaned down and kissed my mother's neck from her back, then gently bit her earlobe, saying, "Mom, does it feel good?" As I spoke, I thrust in and out with all my might. My mother let out a shy moan. "Mom, turn around, can we do it from the front?" I whispered in her ear. I felt my mother shaking her head and heard her softly panting,
"No."
But my current position made it difficult to maneuver, so I reached down and grasped one of her breasts, whispering in her ear, "Turn to the side." I tried to move her body, and she half-heartedly turned to the side. From behind, I straightened my penis and thrust it into her vagina from below, using my legs to slightly lift her upper legs for easier penetration. I felt like I was finally truly fucking her, and I quickly thrust in and out dozens of times. My mother's moans filled the air. My body continued to thrust backward until my hips were almost perpendicular to her buttocks, and my penis was fully inserted into her vagina. I lowered her legs, grabbed her back and waist, and gave her a rapid thrust, about 200 times. After that, I was sweating, and so was my mother. I knew I couldn't hold back much longer; the pleasure in my penis told me I needed to make my final thrust.
I withdrew my penis again, bent down beside my mother, lifted one of her legs, and folded it towards her with my arm, exposing her vulva. I kissed her face, and then, before penetrating again, I turned on the light. My mother's rosy face and fair body were immediately clearly visible to me. My mother, a little embarrassed and eager, got up to turn off the light, but I held her shoulder down, and at the same time, I accurately thrust my penis into her vulva, quickly pushing it all the way in through the muddy passage. She let out a soft "Ah!" before I finished my second withdrawal and penetration. The first few thrusts were quick pulls to the entrance, then immediately full penetration again. After a few more thrusts, my mother's body trembled, and my rhythm gradually quickened, until finally, I was thrusting almost frantically. My mother swayed like a boat in the wind. I held her bent leg and one shoulder tightly, my penis thrusting in and out, the sound of my hips hitting my mother's buttocks making a crisp slapping sound. Finally, an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over me. I let out a loud groan and thrust my penis deep into my mother's vagina... My mother and I both breathed heavily, then turned off the light and fell asleep in each other
's arms. I don't know how long I slept, but I was comically awakened by the urge to urinate. I opened my eyes and saw a sliver of dawn light streaming through the curtains opposite the bed; it was still early. My mother, whom I was holding tightly, was breathing evenly with her back to me, seemingly fast asleep. I quietly got up and went to the bathroom. As I urinated, looking at my large penis, which I had always been so proud of, I immediately thought of how it had penetrated my mother's honeypot the night before. That tension of breaking taboos and that soul-stirring pleasure surged through me. My only dissatisfaction was that I had ejaculated myself; my mother hadn't reached her climax. Now, looking at my thriving "little brother," I felt an irresistible urge to unleash my power. I quickly washed my hands, returned to bed, and lay back down. My hands lingered restlessly on my mother's smooth, white legs for a moment before moving upwards to her breasts, gently kneading them.
"You naughty thing… so early in the morning…" My mother, unable to sleep after my antics, had barely opened her mouth when my lips swept around her neck to kiss her own. Her lips were lightly sucked a couple of times, and then my hot tongue darted in without resistance. She could only open her teeth to welcome my heat. Turning her body around, my mother's passion was gradually ignited. Her breasts were sucked by my warm, wet lips, and she let out alluring moans, "Mmm, ah…" Her hands reached towards my head, stroking my thick hair. A large hand slid down her slightly protruding belly, exploring the final secrets of her mysterious grove… A finger parted the flesh, gently teasing the sensitive clitoris. “Ah…ah…” She was struck by the sudden pleasure, involuntarily arching her back, her snow-white body forming a beautiful curve, truly exquisite… Facing my mother’s increasingly heated body, I was already burning with desire. I tried my best to control my rising emotions, slowly parting her snow-white, plump legs, and pressing myself between them, pressing down on her body. My mouth kissed my mother’s face and neck passionately, and finally buried my head between her alluring breasts, which were now even fuller, with deep red nipples standing erect. My tongue slid up and teased a series of beautiful moans, perhaps the most beautiful notes between lovers, instantly arousing a man’s hormones to surge.
After last night's intimate contact, my mother, who had already been fucked by me once, was no longer as shy as she had been the first time.
My five fingers, which were clasped around my mother's vulva, were soaked with a wet, sticky substance. I smeared that substance on my mother's full breasts and her plump thighs. I saw my mother occasionally twisting her body slightly, her hands gripping and kneading the sheets beneath her, her moans rising and falling. I took a deep breath, took a condom from the bedside table, put it on, and straightened my hard, unbearably erect penis with one hand. I thrust my body upwards, aimed at the line of moisture in that clump of pubic hair, and plunged in! With another groan from my mother, I thrust my hips in forcefully, penetrating all the way in. That familiar pleasure from last night washed over me again. I gently smoothed my mother's slightly disheveled hair and whispered, "Mom, I'll make sure you experience the greatest pleasure!" With that, I withdrew my penis from her body, then thrust it back in with a sudden, powerful thrust. My hands reached under her armpits, gripping her beautiful shoulders, and I supported myself with my elbows, beginning my first round of fucking my mother that day.
The sounds of flesh colliding, the soft sounds of penetration, and my mother's increasingly clear moans filled the bedroom, creating a spring-like atmosphere. While most young people were still lazily asleep in bed, I diligently began my "work," cultivating the land of my mother.
My mother wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands gripping my back, her buttocks unconsciously undulating to meet each thrust of my penis. "Ah... Xiaoxiao... um... ah..." she called out my name with alluring, dreamy breaths.
I thrust wildly over a hundred times, then slowed down, first withdrawing my penis slightly, then slowly inserting it again, repeating this several times. Then, I suddenly pulled out sharply, leaving only the glans, before thrusting it all the way in. This teasing only heightened my mother's excitement. She lifted her legs onto my back, the angle of her vaginal opening making it easier for my penis to penetrate. So I went on another round of intense thrusting, until I felt her arch her back, letting out long, ecstatic moans, "Ah, ah! Hmm... ah!" Her hand on my back gripped my back tightly; I knew she was close. I lifted her up, sat her on the bed, one hand holding her body tightly, the other supporting her plump buttocks, swaying her up and down and side to side.
At this moment, my mother was a pure woman, not my mother; that taboo only excited her more.
"Ah... ah!" Finally, she let out a long moan, her lower body spasming uncontrollably, wave after wave gripping my erection. She had climaxed!
I waited for my mother's climax to subside before pressing her body down onto the bed again. I wrapped my arms around her long, shapely thighs, spreading them wide and pressing forward. I knelt on either side of her buttocks, inserting my penis into her honeyed depths. Then, with each rise and fall, I squatted and thrust, allowing me to clearly see my penis moving in and out of her vagina. The visual stimulation amplified my pleasure. What excited me most was seeing my mother's excited yet slightly shy expression, which was another kind of stimulation. I reached out and brushed the hair from my mother's face; her face, like her face, was covered in sweat. I lowered her legs, bringing them together in a sideways, forward-leaning position. I knelt behind her sideways, inserting my penis, ending my final thrust in my favorite "female side-lying doggy style" position, bringing us, mother and son, into a world of sexual bliss!
[The End]

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