My son is grown up

The day Suzuki Kenzo entered junior high school, his mother was overjoyed and specially allowed him to drink sake. The sake was intoxicating, and in his dazed state, his mother bathed him as usual. During the bath, she paid particular attention to his penis, washing it very carefully.
Suzuki Kenzo, reeking of sake, looked at his equally naked, snow-white body, and some thoughts stirred within him.
"Mom, let me scrub your back," Suzuki Kenzo suddenly said.
"Okay," his mother smiled, sitting on a stool, her snow-white back facing Suzuki Kenzo.
Suzuki took a towel and gently wiped his mother's shoulders and neck, gradually moving under her armpits to her soft breasts. Through the thin towel, the sensation in Suzuki's hands was intense—warm and elastic. He unconsciously increased the pressure, changing from wiping to kneading, his mother's breasts constantly changing shape with his hands.
His mother let out a moan, a sound he knew well, one he had heard countless times since childhood. He scrubbed even harder.
Lost in his own world, Suzuki's hand was suddenly grabbed by his mother. Thinking she was going to stop him, Suzuki felt a pang of regret.
Unexpectedly, his mother ripped the handkerchief from his grasp, and his right hand found no obstruction in her full breasts. She guided his hand, instructing him on how to massage. "Yes, harder, good, like that..." His mother's moans grew louder. Suzuki mustered his courage and placed his other hand on his mother's chest, massaging both hands in circular motions, his breath growing heavier.
His mother reached back and grasped his already erect penis, stroking it with increasing pressure and speed, until Suzuki cried out in pain.
Ignoring this, his mother turned and pushed him down, straddling him, supporting his swaying penis, and forcefully sat down.
"Ah—" Mother and son cried out simultaneously.
Suzuki felt his penis enter a warm, moist space, the layers of sensation indescribably pleasurable.
Tears seemed to well up in his mother's eyes. "That's wonderful, Kenzo, you've grown up, just like your father, ah..." His mother's moans filled Suzuki with strength, and he instinctively thrust his penis even deeper.
"Good...good...my Kenzo is so capable..." His mother's waist began to sway, her round buttocks swaying back and forth between Suzuki Kenzo's legs, her full breasts bouncing.
"Mom...I feel so good, ah..." Suzuki Kenzo cried out unconsciously, reaching out to grab her bouncing breasts and kneading them desperately.
The mother pressed down on Suzuki's chest, her large, white buttocks throbbing wildly. "My darling... my good child... you... are too long, too thick, too strong... you're inside my womb... oh... so good... you're going to kill... me..." A wolf-like howl escaped her lips as she squatted down, her body trembling slightly. Her large buttocks slammed against Suzuki's thighs, the sound as loud as slaps.
Suzuki felt his penis growing larger and larger, as if about to explode. He desperately thrust his lower body, trying to relieve the sensation. Just as he was getting used to how to exert force, he noticed something was wrong in the room. His mother stopped writhing and stared blankly at the doorway.
Lying on the floor, Suzuki Kenzo turned his head with difficulty and found his father, Suzuki Kyūzō, standing in the doorway. Overwhelmed with fear, Suzuki Kenzo suddenly lost all feeling in his lower body.
Suzuki Kyūzō's face showed surprise at first, then rage. He grabbed a wooden stick and began to beat the mother and son mercilessly.
"No, Dad, I was wrong!" Suzuki Kenzo cried out, dodging the wooden stick.
His mother, displaying the greatness of maternal love, disregarded the countless blows she endured, clinging tightly to Suzuki Kyūzō's leg, screaming at her son, "Run—" Suzuki Kenzo grabbed his clothes and ran out of the house, fleeing to his uncle's house in the countryside. Several years passed until he received news of his father's death and rushed home.
In those years, his mother had become much more haggard. She was overjoyed to see her son return. That night, mother and son, without any inhibitions, slept together again. Young Suzuki was excited; the two intertwined like judo masters. Suzuki kissed his mother from head to toe, but his lower body remained unresponsive.
No matter how much his mother licked, sucked, wrapped, or bit him, using every method she could think of, Suzuki's manhood remained limp and lifeless. Completely despairing, the mother sobbed softly.
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) [The End]

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