Mature Mother's Foot Fragrance

My parents divorced after I started working (my father had always worked in another province and continued working there after retirement; my mother was 51 at the time). I was 25, single, and living in the same city as my mother. I had never married and always lived with her. My mother was a bit overweight, about 160cm tall, nearsighted and wore glasses, had very fair skin, ran a lingerie shop, loved dressing up, and was a mature woman who liked wearing stockings.
My story with my mother begins after their divorce. My
parents' relationship hadn't been good since I went to university; they were always arguing whenever my father came home for holidays, probably because they rarely spent time together and didn't trust each other. Finally, shortly after I graduated and returned to work, they divorced. The house and some savings went to my mother, and since I worked in the same city, I naturally stayed with her.
After working for a few months, I found the company unacceptable. I had to work overtime every night, and the salary was low—less than what I earned from my online sales, which generated tens of thousands of yuan in revenue each month. After getting my mother's consent, I quit and stayed home to focus on my online sales. When I was in college, I was so busy playing video games that I didn't have a girlfriend. Now it's even harder to find one, and my mom is always nagging me, which is really annoying. Oh, and I forgot to mention, I've always thought my mom is beautiful, especially when she wears stockings. Even though she's 51 now, she still has a certain charm. She has wrinkles, but she still looks incredibly alluring. During this time at home, I've started paying more attention to my mom.
No matter the season, she always wears flesh-colored stockings. Her nail polish is rather old-fashioned, and her hands and feet are always a deep red. She leaves home at 11 am every day to open her shop and comes home at 9 pm, where she just watches TV. Yes, during this time at home, I've been cooking for her every day.
I also go to forums every day to download adult videos. I never watched incest videos before, but ever since I downloaded a video about mother-son incest, I've been hooked. Now my folders are full of incest videos and novels.
This afternoon, I masturbated while watching "My Mom Loves Wearing Stockings." My mind was filled with phrases like "licking my mom's stockinged feet" and "my mom thrusting wildly on me while wearing stockings." Still feeling unsatisfied after masturbating, the image of my mother in stockings popped into my mind. I started fantasizing about licking her stockinged feet and then vigorously fucking her, her hoarse cries beneath me. Now that my mother is divorced, she probably doesn't have a sex life anymore, because she comes home on time every day. I'm becoming increasingly interested in my 51-year-old mother.
I'm distracted while cooking, fantasizing about whether my mother masturbates at night, and if so, whether she's wearing stockings. The more I think about it, the more aroused I get, and as a result, I burn the food. I cursed and went out to cook lunch for my mother.
"Mom, I brought you lunch."
"Coming, put it down. Why is it a lunchbox? Have you eaten?"
My mother got up and walked to my side. Today, she was wearing a shirt, trousers, and high heels, and her feet in flesh-colored stockings looked very alluring.
"The food was burnt, so you're eating takeout? You look so beautiful today!"
"Oh, not at all. I'm a 51-year-old, and I wore the same thing yesterday."
"I think Mom looks beautiful today." Maybe it was just my imagination, but I really did think Mom looked incredibly alluring today, so beautiful that I wanted to take off her high heels, pin her against the counter, and smell and lick her stockinged feet.
"You're so smooth-talking. Since you've complimented me, I'll just eat takeout myself tonight. You can rest at home; you don't need to bring me anything." Mom adjusted her glasses and said. "Okay, I'm going home now, Mom. You should go home early too."
Actually, what I really wanted to say was, "Go home early so your son can see your stockinged feet."
After getting home, I searched for hidden cameras online and finally found one that could secretly film. It was wireless, and the videos were all stored on an internal memory card. Although it was expensive, I ordered it immediately.
I spent the whole afternoon at home reading a novel about mothers and sons. Later, I took out Mom's high heels from the shoe cabinet, smelled them, and ejaculated. I made up my mind to repay Mom with sex, to let her feel my power.
At 9:30 PM, Mom came home. I came out to greet her, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw her stockinged feet. Mom turned on the TV. "Why is there no picture again? Looks like we have to get a new TV." "Then I'll go buy one tomorrow, a smart TV with a flat screen." Suddenly, an idea struck me. Smart TVs can play movies and novels from USB drives. Could I let Mom discover our shared love of movies and novels by accident? It would be good for her to be exposed to them.
"You're paying?" Mom said with a smile.
"Of course! I eat your food and live in your house, how can I not buy you something?"
"Okay, then I'll wait." After saying that, Mom took off her slippers and lay down on the sofa. Her ten burgundy toes were quite alluring. "Want me to massage you?"
"Why are you being so nice?"
"Just so you don't get tired."
"How do you want me to massage you?"
"Can I massage your feet and legs?"
"Then come on, serve me."
"Yes, ma'am,"
I said, touching my mother's stockinged feet and pinching them slightly. She seemed to enjoy it. I deliberately stared at her feet and said, "Mom, I never noticed before, your feet are so beautiful, even whiter and softer than the little girls' feet at school!" "Of course! You've never paid attention to your mom before. I'm very particular about skincare. The girls in the shop next door are all young, and they all taught me. I've tried foot masks, hand masks, and face masks." "No wonder, Mom's feet are so soft, I love them." "
You like them? Then you'll have to take care of Mom more often."
"Of course!" I hoped to take care of her in bed
. "I never thought that Mom, over 50, would have a young man in his twenties willing to give me a massage!" "Lie down quickly, I'll massage your back," I said with a laugh. After the joke, we both fell silent.
I started massaging from the soles of her feet, my fingers gently stroking her thighs, then casually brushing against her buttocks several times. After a few times, her face began to flush. "Mom, you've had WeChat for so long, but I haven't seen you use it. Why?" "I find it boring, there's nothing to say."
"Haven't any perverts added you?"
"I'm 51 years old, who would want to add me?"
"That's true, your profile picture is a rose. If you posted a picture of yourself, maybe someone would add you." "I don't know how, can you help me?"
"You really want people to add you?"
"Nonsense," Mom said angrily.
"Just kidding, don't take it seriously, I'll change it for you right now."
So I picked up Mom's phone and changed her WeChat profile picture to a photo of her in stockings and a cheongsam. Although she looked a little plump, she wasn't greasy. At least it would get me hard. I suddenly had another idea. I added my mom using my alternate account, then changed the people nearby in her profile. That way, I could pretend to be a stranger and test her to see if she needed a man.
"I've changed it! I think this photo is beautiful, what do you think?"
"You look too fat, not good-looking."
"Who says? It's the best-looking one!
You look so fair and sexy!" "If you say so, then it's good."
"I think someone will add you soon."
"I don't want strangers adding me," my mom said
. "What if it's a young person? Haha."
"I don't mind someone in their twenties, they're just kids."
After a few jokes, Mom went to take a shower, and I quickly added her on my alternate account. I even changed the name of the alternate account to "Adult Lover" and the age to 22. The greeting was very straightforward: I like pretty aunties. I wanted to see if my straightforward mom would accept my request. If not, I would switch to my regular mom's name. After Mom finished showering, I quickly went to shower myself. I knew Mom would check her phone soon, so I showered quickly.
When I came out, I checked my phone—nothing! A little disappointed, I deliberately asked Mom, "Did anyone add you?"
"I haven't checked yet, I'll check later," Mom said while watching TV. Apparently, there was a picture on TV.
I could only go to sleep. Maybe I could have a passionate chat with Mom in bed that night.
I lay down, fantasizing about Mom's plump but not greasy body, fantasizing about her watching me gently lick and smell her silk-stockinged feet, fantasizing about thrusting hard on her body every day in her room, her mature flesh trembling under my impact. I even fantasize about playing SM with my mom. I imagine my mom, who wears glasses, being tied up with her stockings stuffed in her mouth, and me licking her feet and thrusting into her body. She's 51 years old, how exciting!
My phone rang a moment later, and Mom actually answered! Holy crap, I almost yelled. Looks like Mom's lonely. "Do you like pretty older women?"
"Yeah, pretty older women in stockings."
"You're 22? That's so weird! You like women that old? I could have given birth to someone that big! You're younger than my son!" "Auntie, you have a son?" "
Yeah, he lives with me every day."
"Isn't he married yet? Where's your husband?" I asked deliberately
. "My son doesn't have a girlfriend. Introduce him to someone? I'm divorced."
"I don't like young women. I like 40-50-year-old women. I have a thing for mature women. Auntie, you live with your son now, and he doesn't have a girlfriend. Maybe your son likes pretty older women in stockings like I do." "Really? But my son seems to enjoy looking at my legs lately."
"What does 'having a thing for mature women' mean? Does it mean you like women in their 40s and 50s?"
"Yes, I only want to have sex with them. I don't like young women."
"Does your mom know and not hit you?"
"Actually, I've already had sex with my mom."
"With your mom?"
"Yes, my dad's always away, only coming home a few times a month. My mom was having an affair, and I found out. I beat up her lover, then threatened my mom to have sex with me. The first time, I tied her to the bed and forced myself on her. That night, I gagged her with her underwear and ejaculated four times. After that, my mom cooperated with me willingly." "You're really unreasonable." My mom seemed very angry. "Actually, I've liked Mom for a long time. I've masturbated to all the stockings she's worn. On a side note, Auntie, you're so beautiful, maybe your son has masturbated to your stockings and high heels." "My son would never do that."
"Maybe, you can observe next time if you don't believe me." I deliberately led my mom to observe, to see her reaction. "How was your mom the next day? You treated her like that."
"The next day, Mom ignored me, but I knew she had needs. When she came home from work the next day, I hugged her and confessed. I knelt down in front of her and licked and kissed her feet to apologize. Mom also apologized for her infidelity and asked me not to tell Dad. Later, we hugged and did it again on the sofa. This time, Mom called me her son. After that, it became natural, and I would do it with Mom whenever I had time." "Then why did you add other women on WeChat?" "
Just for fun. I just like to talk to them about Mom and me. When Dad comes home, we do it secretly." "I can't believe it." It took Mom a long time to reply, and then I found that Mom had deleted me.
After this test, I felt that although Mom was disgusted, she should be able to accept it. I couldn't sleep that night, so I went to the washing machine, found Mom's underwear, white underwear with yellow urine stains, and I put it on my face and sucked hard. "It smells so bad, it's so exciting, Mom." I sneaked back to my room and stuffed the crotch of the underwear into my mouth, fantasizing about Mom's anus and stockinged feet, and ejaculated. Because I was having so much fun, I forgot to put my mom's underwear back; it was still on my bedside table. "Get up and have breakfast," my mom said, pushing the door open. "Okay," I replied, still half-asleep. I opened my eyes and looked at my mom, noticing she was staring at my bedside table with a hint of surprise. Realizing what I'd done, I regretted it. "Get up, it's almost 10 o'clock! What were you doing tonight?" I said, closing the door and leaving. I could tell my mom was a little embarrassed. "Okay," I said, quickly going out to put the underwear back in the washing machine. My mom didn't dare look me in the eye. She had changed her clothes—a wool coat, a short skirt, and flesh-colored stockings. Her heels were so alluring. Although her legs were thick, I figured a mature woman in her fifties would be great to have sex with. While eating breakfast, I thought to myself, "Remember to bring me lunch. I'm off." At
lunchtime, when I got to the shop, my mom was serving a customer, another mature woman in stockings. I stared at her for a while. "You're here! Want to sit for a while before going back?" my mom asked
. "No, I'm going to buy a TV, Mom," she said.
"Your son? He's grown up so much, quite handsome," the customer said
. "Handsome? He doesn't even have a girlfriend," the mother laughed
. "It's good he doesn't have a girlfriend. My son doesn't have one either. Every time he comes home for vacation, he stays with me. Think about it, I'm so lonely after my divorce. If he brought a girlfriend home, I'd be jealous," the mature woman said. "Really? I don't look for one either, Auntie. It's so good to stay home with Mom every day. Nobody's prettier than Mom," I replied deliberately. "Hahaha, you're quite the charmer. You're so lucky, ma'am."
"Oh, my son's just talking nonsense."
"He's right. You are very pretty and know how to dress. My son always compliments me on my looks and always makes me wear stockings and high heels. When I get tired of wearing them, he even massages me. My son is much better than my husband." Damn, could this mature woman's son also want to sleep with his mother? I thought to myself. "I'm leaving now, Mom."
"Remember to bring dinner tonight!"
I went straight to the electronics store and picked out a 60-inch flat-screen TV. I had them deliver it to my home and install it immediately. I read the manual for a bit, and it really could connect a USB drive to watch movies and documents. That's great. That
evening, I
waited for Mom to bring dinner. When I closed the door, she couldn't reach the roller shutter, so I offered to help. I deliberately stood behind her and pulled it down, even making a pushing motion. Mom turned around and looked at me, saying, "Be careful."
Looking at Mom's red lips, I almost wanted to kiss her.
All the way home, I kept praising how great the TV was, and Mom couldn't wait to watch it.
"It's so big, it must be expensive."
"Not expensive, it's a gift for you."
"Not bad, let's open it and see." Mom said, taking off her ankle boots; her toes looked especially sexy against the backdrop of her stockings.
Then I taught Mom how to use the TV, showing her where to watch TV series and movies online, and where to read novels.
Mom happily pointed and clicked.
"Take your time watching, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."
"There's nothing good to watch anyway, can you find me some good movies to watch?" My mom complained to me after I came out of the shower. "Okay, fine."
After Mom finished speaking, she went to change her clothes, took out the stockings and underwear she had worn for several days, threw them in the washing machine, and went to take a shower. I went to the washing machine and took Mom's stockings into my room. Then I copied a few renamed novels from my computer—including a legitimate movie, a subtitled incestuous mother-son game, and novels about a mother's humiliation and the Ten Commandments of Sex with her mother—to a hard drive. I plugged it into the TV and waited for Mom to randomly click on it and watch it. I didn't even check the progress; it was all at 0. I just checked periodically to see if Mom would watch it. Mom probably didn't expect me to be back in bed so quickly. I smelled the blackened toes of Mom's stockings and fantasized about licking her beautiful feet while pressing down on her, making piston-like movements. Mom's breasts moved with my movements, her hair disheveled. I thought I could make Mom orgasm several times.
"Mom, I want to smell your stockinged feet, lick your feet and fuck you!" I couldn't help but shout loudly. "Slap!" It turned out that my mother had seen me naked and masturbating while smelling her stockings outside the slightly ajar door. She was so scared that her clothes fell off.
"Mom," I called out awkwardly, holding the stockings
. "You're such a grown-up, why aren't you dressed for bed?"
Mom tried to pretend not to notice, trying to ease the awkwardness
. "It's so hot, you finished washing so quickly?" I said casually
. "I wanted to show you how to switch channels on TV, I don't know how."
"Okay," I replied, completely forgetting I wasn't wearing underwear. I jumped up with Mom's stockings, ready to leave. "Put on pants! What are you doing?" Mom said angrily. "Ah, okay, okay, I forgot." I'd been so out of line tonight, but surprisingly, Mom wasn't angry, which made me feel like my chances were getting better. "It's done. If you want to go back and watch online, just press the menu button."
"Go to sleep now, and remember to get the movie set up."
"It's done. Just press the menu and select local resources to watch it."
"Pretty fast," Mom said, lying on her side on the sofa, her white soles facing me. I went back to my room, thinking about Mom's performance that day, and fell asleep excitedly. You see, I'd been caught masturbating with her things for two days in a row! That night, hearing Mom go back to her room, I couldn't help but tentatively send her a WeChat message: "Mom, I love you so much! Your stockings, your underwear, everything about you, I love it all." My heart raced as I waited for a reply. "What's wrong, son? Mom loves you too," Mom replied immediately. "Nothing, it's just that Mom is so beautiful now, I don't even want to find a girlfriend, I just want to be with Mom forever. Mom, you look so beautiful in stockings." "Mom is over 50, where's the beauty?"
"Mom is beautiful everywhere, I wish I could kiss you from head to toe every day."
"You have a serious Oedipus complex, son."
"I want to take care of you in Dad's place."
"You're already taking care of Mom, Mom is very happy."
"Mom, don't you have any sexual needs?"
"What are you saying? This is outrageous!" Mom was angry
. "Why? You must have needs, right? You two haven't had a good relationship for so many years, you must not have done it for a long time. Your son can take your place, Mom can make you younger." "Go to sleep. I'm your mother. Go find a girlfriend."
"Okay."
The next day, Mom didn't dare to look me in the eye. After delivering the food, I went home. On the way, I ran into that mature woman in stockings from last time. I had a plan. I pretended to be this mature woman and added my mom on WeChat. So I chatted with this mature woman for a few minutes and got her WeChat. I immediately ran home and saved all the photos in her WeChat, then used them as the profile picture of my alternate account to add my mom. I have to say, this mature woman is really something else, even the photos are so tempting.
Suddenly, a phone call came in. It turned out that the pinhole camera had arrived. I installed it high up in the closet in my mom's room, so I could record my mom's every move.
That night, when I delivered food to my mom, I did something I never expected at her shop.
Because of what happened last night, we were a little embarrassed. Mom was about to close the shop, and she took some underwear down into a small room in the store—basically a small storage room. Looking at Mom's short skirt and stockings, desire suddenly overwhelmed my senses. After Mom went in, I pulled down the roller shutter and locked the sliding door. I went into the storage room. Mom saw me come in and thought I was rushing her. "Almost there, almost there, wait a minute..."
"Mom, I...I love you so much, really..."
After saying that, I pushed Mom to the ground. Mom was surprised
. "What do you want to do?"
I quickly tore open a pack of stockings, stuffed one into Mom's mouth, and tied the other hand around her hand. Mom struggled and cried out loudly, "Mmm...ah..." "Don't cry, Mom, everyone can hear us," I said. Mom realized this couldn't be discovered, so she fell silent. I took the stocking out of Mom's mouth and then locked the small storage room door. "You beast, what do you want?" Mom said softly, her voice slightly choked with tears. "Mom..." "Don't cry, I just want to confess my love to you. You must have sexual needs, right? I really love you so much. Your stockinged feet, your butt, I want to kiss them every day, Mom. Do you know, I fantasize about you wearing stockings and making love to me every day." After saying that, I stuffed the stockings into Mom's mouth again. Mom shed tears. After I licked them clean, I started to take off all my clothes. My penis was hugely erect. "Mom, look, this is my love for you." "Mmm..." Mom shook her head, crying and struggling. I started to roughly take off Mom's skirt and shoes, leaving only stockings and underwear on her lower body. I held my mother's stockinged feet in my hands and said, "Mom, your stockinged feet are what I've always dreamed of. I really want to smell your stockinged feet every day, lick them, and then fuck you hard." After saying that, I licked the soles of my mother's feet. At first, she resisted fiercely, but as I licked, she seemed to blush. It turned out her feet were her genitals. I became even more focused, holding her feet to my face and inhaling deeply. The sour and leathery smell filled my nostrils—it felt amazing! I bit open the toe of her stocking, and her right big toe popped out. I put it in my mouth, my tongue swirling around it.
"Mom, does it feel good? I really want to suck on it every day,"
she said. Her struggles lessened. I pulled off all of her stockings, and her toes clenched tightly. I pried them apart one by one with my tongue, took them in my mouth, and carefully licked and kissed the skin of her feet. "Mmm," Mom made a sound. In a small room, a mature woman's legs were held by her son, who was licking and smelling her tender white feet. The mature woman's eyes were tightly closed behind her glasses. She couldn't bear to see her son violating her, but her son's licking made her feel very comfortable. A forbidden pleasure was stimulating her, so she cried out. At this moment, she fantasized that her son would call her "Mom" while forcefully thrusting into her vagina, which hadn't been entered for years.
"Mmm...ah..." Mom's moans grew even more alluring.
I licked and bit my way down her toes to her panties. Since I was already incredibly hard, I roughly pulled down her panties, sticking out my tongue to lick and suck the fluid that flowed out. I couldn't hold back any longer. "Mom, I'm going to go in, stockings Mom, open your eyes, okay? I can replace Dad too." I thrust in forcefully, starting to pump wildly. "Ah...mmm...mmm..." Mom shook her head and growled softly.
“Mom, ah…Mom…I want to fuck you every day, fuck you to death…fuck you to death…lick your stockinged feet…so tight…Mom, you haven’t done this in so long, have you…51-year-old Mom…I love you…I want to smell your stockinged feet…” I grabbed Mom’s left foot and licked it passionately. “Mmm…ah…um…” Mom suddenly tightened her whole body, and I felt my lower body getting tighter and tighter. I knew Mom was about to climax, so I increased the intensity, sucking on Mom’s toes and fucking her hard, also screaming for Mom wildly, faster and faster. “Ah…Mom…” I growled and ejaculated inside. After catching my breath, I kissed Mom’s tears and came to my senses, realizing I had done something I shouldn’t have done. I quickly apologized while putting Mom’s skirt and shoes on, then untied Mom’s hands. Mom slapped me directly, then took the stocking out of her mouth and said, “What a sin! My son raped me. I’m 51 years old and had sex with my son.” Because she was afraid of being heard, Mom cried softly, and I didn’t say a word.
Mom sat up and rested for a while. I lowered my head and said
, "Sigh, I'll let it go this time, but there can't be a second time." Mom sighed and said, "I really couldn't control myself... Mom, you're so beautiful. I love your long hair, I love your figure, I love everything about you. I won't find another girlfriend; I only want to stay with you." Mom looked at me without saying a word, then walked out. I followed her out and locked the shop door. We went home in silence.
Seeing Mom like this, I felt embarrassed to stay with her any longer, so I quickly went back to my room to sleep.
Although I felt apologetic, thinking about how my mother looked enjoying herself with her eyes closed that night, I decided to impersonate that mature woman and use WeChat to seduce her again. After all, we still live together, and it's not good to keep things so awkward. It would be best if our sex life could continue harmoniously. Unexpectedly, my mother quickly agreed to add me. "Beautiful boss lady, do you remember me?" I said, impersonating the mature woman in stockings. "Of course I remember, you're a regular customer."
"Adding you on WeChat is more convenient. We're getting older and want to make more friends."
"Yes, let's be friends."
"Are you home with your son?"
"Sigh," my mother hesitated for a long time before replying
. "What's wrong? Why are you sighing?"
"Nothing, just a little annoyed." "
What's annoyed about? Annoyed that you don't have a boyfriend? Haha, as long as you have your son, that's enough." I said deliberately. "Your son has gone astray."
"What happened? Is he doing drugs?"
"Nothing, no, I don't want to talk about him."
"At your age, divorced, and with a bad relationship with your son, how will you live your next life?" "My son might have a mother complex."
"So what if he has a mother complex? I don't see it as a big deal."
"I saw him masturbating with my stockings and underwear."
"Finally found someone like my son! To be honest, mine is too. I've caught him a few times." "Your son too? How did you handle it?"
"My son, my little sweetheart. I only found out when he came back for summer vacation, not long after my divorce." "What did you do after you found out?"
"I talked to him. I asked him if he liked my stockings, if he wanted a girlfriend. My son is very good; he tells me everything. He said he has a foot fetish, likes my feet, and wants to lick them every day." "..."
"I didn't say anything, just told him to find a girlfriend quickly. Let him play with my stockings; it's his own son who'll get sick from holding it in." I launched into a long, fabricated story. "That's true."
"Later, on my birthday, my son took leave to come home and celebrate with me. We drank a little, and got a bit drunk. I was lying in bed when he suddenly came over and grabbed my stockinged feet, licking and smelling them. I wanted to stop him, but I hadn't had sex since my divorce, and it felt so good, so I kept quiet to see what he would do next." "You had sex?" the mother asked in surprise. "Yes, we did it. I regretted it immediately, and so did my son. But the next night, I don't know why, I didn't even want to close the door; I just wanted my son to come in and keep me company." "And then he came to your room?" "
Yes, and we ended up having sex all night. It felt so good. I called him 'son,' and he called me 'mom.' Young people have so many tricks up their sleeves, all sorts of positions. He licked my feet and my anus. My husband never did that before." "Do you still do it now?"
"Yeah, he does it every day when he's home. Sometimes our son even takes Viagra. After all, nobody knows what we're doing at home, and we do it anywhere in the house. It's a secret between us. I'll stop after he gets married. Actually, I don't want my son to get married. After he graduates, I'll buy a house where he works, where nobody knows us." "That's good." Mom seemed to be swayed by my words. "So, boss lady, you're single now, and so is your son. Let him do what he wants. You can't call the police, can you? Besides, the mother-son relationship will be even better. My son and I are like husband and wife now, and he's an obedient little husband who does whatever I ask." "Okay, I understand. I'm going to sleep now, thank you."
I was getting hard from what I was saying. It seemed Mom had completely accepted it; it was just a matter of how to break the ice.
Mom went to sleep, but I couldn't sleep because I was hard.
So, I boldly went into Mom's room. Mom's feet were outside the covers. I knelt at the foot of the bed, smelled Mom's feet, and then started licking and biting them. "What are you doing?" Mom woke up.
"Mom...I..." I was a little flustered
. "Go back inside!" Mom said angrily.
I don't know why, but this time I was scared and went back to my room. Then I heard Mom lock the door. It seems I still have to break the ice; this was too sudden.
The next day, Mom didn't call me and just went out. I decided to make some fake pictures of that mature woman to continue deceiving my mom. I made more than a dozen pictures of that mature woman having sex with her son in various positions and backgrounds. I was about to send them to Mom while she was cooking dinner when I suddenly remembered that the camera should be able to show it today. She was masturbating, and I could see her facial expression clearly. One hand was moving in and out of her genitals, and the other hand was pinching her nipple. The whole process lasted for more than ten minutes. Finally, Mom opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked her lips, having an orgasm. It seems that the "50 sitting on the ground sucking the dirt" method was right. As long as I continue to develop, the mature woman in stockings will eventually be mine. I could lick her feet anywhere in the house and do whatever I wanted to her. After she finished reading, I quickly made dinner and brought it over. Mom ignored me. I kept helping her with chores, cleaning, and trying to amuse her. Finally, Mom smiled, and I happily said, "Mom, I'm glad you're smiling. I'm going home."
"Be careful," Mom said
. "Okay."
I picked Mom up from school as usual that evening. Mom came home with me after dinner at 6 pm today. On the way, I asked her if she could watch the movie I downloaded for her, hoping it would cheer her up. As soon as we
got home, Mom turned on the TV and went to the local streaming service to find a movie. I noticed her eyes lingering on several mother-son stories, so I quickly made an excuse to go back to my room.
I opened my room about ten minutes later and found Mom reading a novel. All the novels in the room were about mothers and sons; I wondered which one she was reading.
I seized the opportunity and sent my mom a few fake photos using a secondary account, saying, "Boss, these are photos of me and my son from before. My son is amazing!"
My mom didn't reply; she was probably still engrossed in her novel.
Half an hour later
, I sent her a message: "You're so sexy, wearing stockings while making love with your son. I read a novel today called 'The Ten Commandments of Making Love with Mom,' which my son put on a USB drive and I found. It's very well-written. I've figured it out; now I'm just waiting for my son to confess." "Really? I want to see it too! Good luck, mother and son!"
I was so happy.
Suddenly, I heard Japanese music playing in the living room. Mom must have found that movie, "Mother and Son Incest Game." The parents divorced, and after Mom got drunk and had sex with her son, it became a life of revelry—no, day and night. There were Chinese subtitles. I wondered what Mom would think if she watched it. I quietly left my room. On the TV, the son was helping his mother take off her pants. I looked at Mom; she was constantly touching her genitals,
her toes in stockings tightly clenched. So sexy. Mom probably couldn't resist. I went back to my room, lost in thought. Soon, the sounds of the AV outside became increasingly stimulating. The son in the movie must have already pressed himself against his mature mother. I imagined Mom's hands moving faster and faster.
Half an hour later, there was no more noise outside. I went out to check and saw Mom taking a shower. It seemed she had already reached orgasm. I went to the bathroom door, picked up the flesh-colored stockings Mom had taken off and put in the basket. The crotch was wet. I put the wet part in my mouth, then put the toe of the stocking to my nose and smelled it. Such a strong scent. Fifty-year-old jade feet, still my mother's, so fleshy, both the smell and the feeling were incredibly stimulating.
"What are you doing standing here?" I'd just taken off my stockings when my mother came out. "Nothing... getting ready to brush my teeth."
"Then I'll go to sleep."
"Okay."
My mother hadn't even locked the door, and it was half-open. Looks like she was inviting trouble. After I finished showering, I quietly stood outside the door and found my mother unbuttoning her bathrobe, masturbating. Her
entire body trembled under my touch, her legs curled up, her nipples erect. "Mmm... bite Mom harder." Sure enough, my mother was starting to fantasize about me. The effect was amazing; hearing those words made me hard.
I decided to play hard to get. I took my mother's stockings back to my room, and a dozen minutes later I sent her a WeChat message: "Mom, I really love you so much. Let me penetrate the place where I was born and bring you pleasure. Your son will serve you every day, licking and kissing your stockinged feet, your vagina and nipples, even your anus. We'll make love anywhere in the house every day. You'll wear stockings and tell your son to go harder, and I'll suck your toes and call you 'Mom.' We'll be a mother and son, a husband and wife, and no one will know what we do at home. Okay?" "Okay," my mother replied a few minutes later. "I'll bring you lunch tomorrow. When I get to the shop, I'll close the roller shutter door, okay?" "What do you want to do?" "
After I close it, we'll go to the small storage room, turn on the lights, and your son will massage you. You have to wear stockings and boots, okay?" "Okay, I promise," my mother replied quickly. I was so excited that I got a huge erection, so I took my mother's stockings, put them on my penis, and started pumping them in and out. I sent my mother a short video.
"Mom's stockings smell so good, her stockinged feet smell even better."
"Go to sleep, son, Mom's sleepy."
"Okay, Mom."
The next day, I slept until 11 a.m. When I got up, I eagerly took out the memory card from the webcam and was surprised to find that Mom had masturbated again after chatting with me. This time, the movements were much more intense; her hands were twitching so much her buttocks were raised. I
had to make sure Mom had a good time at noon.
I cooked lunch, ran to the pharmacy, and bought a Viagra pill.
I took it right there at the entrance. When I went inside, Mom was sitting with her legs crossed, looking at the computer, wearing thin brown stockings and ankle boots.
"Mom, let's eat. You must be hungry. Eat quickly."
"Coming! Mom's eating right now."
Watching my mother's lipstick-covered lips move up and down, I felt a surge of desire. "How about we eat in the warehouse?"
"Ah...okay..." Mom hesitated for a moment
. "Then I'll pull down the roller shutter."
"People will think things through in broad daylight," Mom said, a little worried
. "No, look, there's no one outside. Everyone's gone to eat."
“Okay…” Mom adjusted her glasses.
I pulled down the roller shutter and locked the sliding door.
Mom ate slower and slower, her face flushed.
“Go inside and eat,” I said softly, walking behind her and pressing her shoulders. “Mom’s full,” Mom put down her chopsticks, not daring to look back at me. “Are you tired today? Let me give you a massage,” I whispered in her ear. “Okay,” Mom trembled as if she’d been electrocuted
. “Where do you need a massage? A full body massage, or just here?” I knelt down and gently touched her inner thighs. “Whatever…” Mom whispered. “Then I’ll massage here,” I whispered in her ear.
After saying that, I pushed Mom’s chair into the corner. Because the counter space was small and I was blocking the exit, I felt like I was imprisoned.
"Mom, can I take your boots off?" Since there wasn't a second stool, I had to kneel down and start caressing and kissing my mother's legs. "Mmm...uh..."
I took off my mother's boots, and the smell of sweat mixed with the leather filled the air. Holding my mother's feet, the soles were wet, and the thick brown pantyhose with light gray toes made her burgundy toes look especially alluring. "Mom, are you tired from wearing high heels? Let me help you relax." I gently pressed my mother's stockinged feet, and her feet sometimes held mine and sometimes struggled slightly.
"Mom, can I smell your stockinged feet?"
"Whatever you want..."
I held my mother's feet and pressed them against my face
. "Oh...it smells so good, Mom's feet are amazing. I finally smelled Mom's beautiful feet. Mom, do you know how much I want to smell and lick them every day?" I rubbed my mother's feet against my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked my mother's feet. It felt like savoring a delicious meal. The mature woman's sweaty feet smelled wonderful and were very stimulating, mixed with the scent of her shoes and the warmth of her feet. The effects of Viagra were immediately apparent. I felt like I was about to burst through my pants. My tongue roamed over my mother's feet, sometimes sucking on her five toes, sometimes teasing between them.
"Ah...son...mmm..." My mother took off her glasses, closed her eyes, and then gripped the armrests of the chair, letting out a comfortable moan.
"Mom, your feet are still so soft and taste so good at 50, I love you so much!" I took Mom's left toe into my mouth, my tongue playfully licking it. "Mmm...like this...baby...son..." Seeing how comfortable Mom was, I put her right foot in my mouth.
After a while of licking, Mom's stockinged feet were completely wet with my saliva.
I licked my way up, slipping under Mom's skirt, my tongue starting to lick her crotch through the stockings and underwear.
"Ah...ah...mmm..." Mom's body twisted violently.
"Keep it down, Mom. People will hear us." "Mom then covered her mouth with her hand. I wrapped my arms around the back of the chair, trapping her between me. I pressed my shoulders against the base of her thighs, and she put her legs over my shoulders. I buried my face in her crotch, which became increasingly wet.
"Ah...son...so good...mmm...uh...faster, baby...ah!" Mom couldn't help but scream. Afraid of being overheard, I pulled off her pantyhose and stuffed them into her mouth. Then I took off her skirt and panties and threw them aside. My tongue probed her clitoris, licking and sucking her juices. Mom kept moaning, "Mmm...mmm...mmm," but this time her voice was much softer. "Mom, your son is here. Your son is going to fuck you. Your son's cock has been rock hard for a while now." After saying that, I watched as Mom took off all her clothes.
My mother's mouth was stuffed with stockings, and some saliva was dripping out. Her lower body had white, plump thighs, and her fair, tender feet painted with wine-red nail polish were on her boots. It seemed that my mother knew that I was going to lick her feet later, so she deliberately didn't step on the ground.
"Viagra really worked! My penis is noticeably thicker and bigger than before." "Mom, let your son make you happy this afternoon. I'll definitely make you feel good." After saying that, I lifted Mom's legs and slowly inserted myself. "Mmm..." As soon as I went in, Mom looked up and cried out. Just like that, I pressed Mom down on the chair behind the counter and started thrusting into her violently. "Is it good, Mom? Hmm...? Is it good...? Your son is fucking you. Look at me, Mom. Open your eyes. It's so tight, so comfortable, my wife, Mom..." "Ah... um... uh... ahhhhhh..."
I pushed one of Mom's legs up to her chest with one hand and grabbed Mom's fair right foot with the other, licking and biting it. I straightened my body and thrust in and out quickly. "Ah... ah..." Mom suddenly hugged me tightly with both hands, her buttocks rising to match my thrusts. A few minutes later, Mom made a sound. "
Mom
, did it feel good?" I asked, licking her feet. She smiled contentedly, unable to speak because of the stockings stuffed in her mouth, and could only nod. "Let's go into the storage room, Mom." Without waiting for her agreement, I picked her up and carried her into a small room filled with underwear and stockings. I kicked the boxes of underwear and stockings to make room enough for her to lie down, then turned on the light and locked the door.
"Mom, let's do it in this little room all afternoon," I said, taking the stockings out of her mouth. She didn't look up at me, but nodded shyly.
I suddenly grabbed her head with one hand, and she instinctively flinched. Then I quickly pressed my lips to hers, my tongue entering her mouth, sucking on her tongue and saliva. She hugged me and cooperated. With my other hand, I pulled off my mother's top, then guided my penis back into her birthplace. "Ah, son... ah... son, you're so good," my mother said, stroking my head with both hands. "Mom, do you want to make love with me every day, like in movies and novels, in your bed, in my bed, on the balcony, in the kitchen, in the bathroom—anywhere we can make love," I said as I thrust in and out. "Mmm... Mom will fuck you, I'll make love with you while wearing stockings... harder, baby... bite me," my mother said aroused. "Five times a day, okay?" Okay, Mom, I want to lick your stockinged feet and do it with you five times a day. "Oh...every day...five times...ahh...Mom will be fucked to death by you...mmm..." "Okay, stockinged mom, stockinged wife, okay five times...okay, mmm..." I thrust hard a few times. "Ah...okay...okay five times, fuck Mom five times a day...I'll fuck you while wearing stockings...mmm...it feels so good, baby..." "Mom, will you put your stockinged feet into your mouth every day? I want to lick them every day." I lifted Mom's legs and licked Mom's feet. "Okay...lick my son's feet...Mommy loves it when my son licks my feet...fuck me...harder...oh my god...it's been years since I've felt this good...fuck...son...fuck me...fuck mommy...uh ah..." "Fuck you, fuck your stockings mommy...fuck you to death...ah ah..." I yelled and thrust hard. "Harder, baby, faster...Mommy's coming...oh..." Mommy climaxed, eyes closed, neck red, hands gripping the packaging box askew. "Son, Mommy feels so good," Mommy said, holding my head. "I haven't..." "Mommy, how many times have you orgasmed?" I said, unhooking my mother's bra. Her large breasts fell out, and I licked and bit her nipples. "Mommy, how about I make up for the pleasure I've missed over the years?" "Mommy is already very satisfied, baby. Since your senior year of high school, Mommy hasn't slept with your father for five years. Luckily, we're divorced, and I'm with my precious son." "Did you enjoy it when I raped you here last time, Mommy?" "Actually, it was very enjoyable, but Mommy still can't get over that hurdle."
"Anyway, no one knows. Mom and I both have sexual desires. Is it okay to live like this? I'll be with you for life. Even when you're seventy, as long as you still have desires, I'll make love to you while you wear stockings." "Yeah, anyway, no one knows. If they do, we'll go to another city. Mom has over 800,000 yuan saved up. We'll buy an apartment in a county town in another province and open a shop." "I'll earn money to support you." "Baby, you're so great."
Looking at my plump, fair-skinned mother beneath me, I remembered that my penis was still inside her vagina, so I started moving again.
"So fast? Mom will kill you today."
"Mom, let's change positions. You sit on me."
After saying that, I lay down and let my mother sit on top of me.
"Mom has never tried this position before."
"Son, let you try it today."
I hugged my mother's buttocks and thrust upwards a dozen times
. "Ah... I've reached the top, baby... So good... Mmm...
" "Mom, you can move up and down yourself."
My mother looked down at me, and we held hands tightly. I moved upwards, she moved downwards, our movements perfectly synchronized. Soon, Mom was about to climax again. "Son, this position feels so good… Mom's coming!" Mom's movements slowed, then her buttocks pressed against my crotch, moving back and forth, before suddenly going limp.
"Climaxed?" I asked
. "Mmm."
"So fast?"
Mom didn't answer.
"Want more, Mom?" "
Okay."
So I had Mom lean back, placing her feet on my face
. "This way I can lick Mom's feet and fuck Mom, Mom, move a little." Mom started moving back and forth. I grabbed Mom's white feet, licking and biting them while thrusting upwards in sync with her. "Mom, next time you wear stockings, can we use this position? I love Mom's smelly stocking feet." "Okay… baby…" Mom closed her eyes, supporting herself with her hands behind her. I then stood up, hugged Mom, and began thrusting wildly. Neither of us spoke, only our breathing was heavy. "Mmm… um… ah…"
"Mom, I'm going to cum, Mom's going to cum inside!"
"Shoot, Mom's got an IUD...shoot, shoot, baby...mmm...mmm..." I thrust for a few more minutes, and my semen gushed out.
"Ah...stocking-clad Mom...I'll fuck you to death!"
I tightened my grip on Mom and ejaculated .
I collapsed on the ground
. "Don't lie on the ground, you have a cold."
After saying that, Mom ran out to get her clothes
. Viagra was great; I didn't go soft even
after I ejaculated. I followed her out and saw Mom bending over to pick up my clothes. Because she wasn't wearing shoes, her big toe was sticking up, so tempting. I went straight over and pressed myself against Mom, then penetrated her from behind.
"Stop messing around, son, Mommy's picking up clothes."
"Mommy's position is stimulating. Let's move forward a bit, you hold onto the wall with your hands." We slowly approached the wall. "Mommy, don't scream too loudly, bite my clothes." Mommy obediently bit my clothes,
and I grabbed Mommy's buttocks and started thrusting wildly
. "Ah...ah...mmm...ah ah ah...mmm...oh..." "Heh...heh heh...Mommy, is it good...is it good?"
"Mmm...mmm..." Mommy spat out my clothes and said...
"Son...ah...how...how did you get hard so quickly...mmm...mmmmm..." "Because Mom's toes are so sexy, can you change your nail polish tomorrow? I want to see purple, I want to lick Mom's dark purple toes, wear stockings and lick me...fuck you...it feels so good, Mom." "Okay...Mom will change tomorrow...harder...baby son...husband...son." "Stocking Mom...tell me who's better, me or Dad...mmm...?" "You...son is better...good son...harder...mother is much better...from now on ,
Mom will only fuck you
." "Slap s ...
"That felt so good, Mom!"
"Mom too!"
"But I'm still not hard, Mom..." "
What's going on? Twice already!"
"It's already past 2 o'clock, Mom, we've been doing it for 2 hours!"
"Answer my question, are you on drugs?" "
This... um...
" "I knew it. Don't do it again next time, it's too tiring.
" "Okay, Mom."
"Mom, put on your clothes, stockings, and shoes."
"What do you want now?" Mom said with a smile.
"Put them on."
"I really can't help it."
Mom put on her clothes. Since I tore her stockings, she couldn't wear them, so she picked out a pair of flesh-colored stockings at the store. After Mom put on her shoes, I pressed her against the wall and launched my third attack. "Um... son... you're so bad... um..." "Let's do it here until I can't get hard anymore, Mom.
" "Baby... um... so bad."
We continued like this until after 5 pm before Mom and I finally stopped.
Over the next few hours, we kept changing positions. I took off my mother's boots again, and while licking and biting her stockinged feet, I vigorously fucked her. My mother orgasmed seven times, and I ejaculated once more. Finally, my mother slumped into the chair and fell asleep. I knelt on the floor, lay on my mother's legs, and fell asleep as if apologizing to her.
Part Two: A Thrilling Life
One evening, on the rooftop of an apartment building, in the master bedroom of a family's home,
a 51-year-old mother with wavy hair and a slightly plump figure was stimulating her son's nipples with her stockinged feet. A few minutes later, the son was holding the stockinged woman's feet, smelling, licking, and sucking them intensely. The woman seemed to be enjoying it. "I've been holding back all day, Mom. Why do you only want to come home and make love with me?" I asked, smelling my mother's stockinged feet that had been covered all day. "Yesterday you made a mess of my shop, and I was afraid people would hear us outside. You always call me 'Mom,' and I'm stimulating you by calling you 'Son.' If people hear us, we're finished." "Okay then, Mom, let's go to another city, okay? I have over 100,000 here, and you have over 800,000 there. We can live a very happy life there." I replied, licking my mother's feet. "We'll leave after this year." My mother said, putting her feet into my mouth. "I bought purple and black nail polish today. Do you want to paint them, son?" "Yes, but first, let me have my pleasure."
"You bad boy, you like it even though Mom's feet in stockings stink so badly."
"Son loves Mom's smelly feet in stockings." Saying this, I pulled down Mom's panties and slowly inserted myself. With one hand guiding my penis in and out, I held Mom's feet with the other, smelling and licking them. "Ah...smelly son...mmm...you love Mom so much...Mom doesn't wash her feet anymore, she lets you use them all...mmm...harder...suck Mom's toes...mmm...oh..." "Dry stockings Mom...the smellier Mom's feet, the better, this is the fragrance of a mature mother's feet."
[The End]

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