Playing sex games with mother

In just one short week, my mother had become almost a different person. Perhaps the passion of the past week had rekindled her long-dormant desires and passions. As a son, I was attempting to replace my mother as her man—perhaps arrogant, but undoubtedly a significant test for both of us.
Over the past few days, from my initial reaction to my mother's increasingly enthusiastic response, it was clear she was indeed somewhat moved. Furthermore, the premise of "no intimacy" was a huge excuse; my mother genuinely wanted me, but she couldn't let go of her "mother" identity. I was awakened from
my sleep by a deep, passionate kiss. Opening my blurry eyes, I saw my mother's kind, smiling face. This was how she had been waking me these past few days.
"My little darling, did you sleep well last night?"
My mother brought breakfast into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Let's have a European-style breakfast in bed today," she said.
I don't know where this idea came from, but I was happy that my naturally simple mother had finally learned the joys of life. Suddenly, a new idea struck me, and I immediately crawled out of bed.
"Mom, since you're in such a good mood today, how about something even more special?"
"You little rascal, what kind of crazy idea have you come up with to prank your mother now?"
"It's called 'Human Cutlery.' It means both of us use our bodies as cutlery to feed each other. As for which part of our bodies to use? That's up to our imagination."
To demonstrate, I first held a large mouthful of juice in my mouth, using my mouth as a cup, and then fed the juice to my mother. This game of indirect contact was novel to my mother, but also a little embarrassing, because she knew I would definitely come up with many lewd methods to force her to comply.
"Your turn." "
My mother took off her top and bra, revealing her two round, full breasts, which she then smeared with strawberry jam. Just seeing her breasts made me want to suckle them hard, let alone with the delicious jam on them! I couldn't help but praise myself for my clever idea.
My tongue, like a greedy leech, clung tightly to my mother's breasts, licking the jam with its milky fragrance along the perfect curve of her breasts... 'Mmm... mmm...'
My mother let out a comfortable moan, enjoying the tingling sensations coming from her chest. I gently took my mother's erect nipple into my mouth, biting it lightly with my teeth, teasing it with my tongue, squeezing it with my lips, and sucking it with my mouth... a series of playful actions that made my mother begin to get excited."
"Mmm...like a little baby...sucking Mommy's breasts..."
After licking my mother's nipples, it was my turn. I skewered toast onto my erect penis and smeared jam all over the glans. The amusing sight made my mother laugh.
"This is called a sausage sandwich, it's delicious!"
Without hesitation, my mother put the toast and my penis into her mouth together, chewing the bread while licking the jam off the glans. The friction almost made me ejaculate.
"Your turn, Mommy. Now, please take off your pants."
"You don't mean to..."
"Don't worry, I'll keep my promise. I just want to use Mommy's penis to play today's game." "
My mother looked puzzled, but still took off her skirt and underwear. Naked, she lay on the bed like a lamb to the slaughter. I told her to first squeeze her legs together, then poured the cold juice into the hollow of her genitals. Using my mother's genitals as a cup—I was so clever!
The cold juice made her shiver. Then, like a puppy drinking water, I knelt between her legs and began licking the juice from her crotch... 'Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle...'
My tongue sizzled... " I kept licking my mother's vulva, the cold liquid seeping from between her tightly closed legs into her labia... Finally, my mother couldn't help but open her legs, the juice soaking the sheets, but I didn't give up, licking the residue stuck to her labia... "Oh...no...don't do this..."
But my mother didn't stop me; on the contrary, her legs opened wider and wider. I boldly used my fingers to spread my mother's labia, licking her swollen pubic flesh.
"Little baby...is the juice...good enough...?" "
It's truly a delicacy... I want more..."
My tongue roamed between her labia, and I sealed my mother's vulva with my mouth, sucking the remaining fluids inside her vagina. A liquid with the sour taste of fruit juice, the pungent smell of urine, and a few strands of my mother's pubic hair was swallowed down my throat, and I truly tasted what was called "the taste of motherhood."
"Mom... you eat with me too..."
I turned my body around, and my mother lay on the bed, while I pressed myself against her head-down, adopting a 69 position to perform oral sex on each other until we both ejaculated.
For almost half a month, I played this sexual game with my mother without any actual sex. Every time it came to the crucial moment, my mother would use masturbation or oral sex to make me ejaculate. But gradually, this kind of game became boring and disappointing for me. So, another evil scheme rose in my mind... "Mom, you have so many interesting toys, how do you want to play with them? Can you show me something new?" "

My mother seemed displeased upon hearing this.
'These are torture devices that man used to torment me; they're not fun at all.'
'You're wrong. The objects themselves are innocent; it depends on who uses them. Just like sex can cause a woman excruciating pain, it can also bring her ecstasy.'
My mother knew I was sharp-tongued, and although she was still somewhat reluctant, she finally agreed to demonstrate how to use an electric dildo for masturbation in front of me after my persistent pleading.
It was a delicately crafted black plastic dildo, much thicker than a regular dildo. My mother turned the switch, and the dildo began to 'squeak' and spin. Holding it in my palm, I could feel a tingling sensation.
Asking my mother to use a dildo for masturbation in front of her son was more embarrassing than running naked. After all, masturbation is a private, personal act, and now it had become a performance. My mother had mustered up a lot of courage.
I leaned against the headboard, while my mother had her back to me, nestled against me. I put my hands inside my mother's shirt and unbuttoned it through the fabric." To arouse my mother, I caressed her breasts and stimulated her nipples.
After a while, she began to feel something. She closed her eyes, her breathing becoming rapid. Then, she slowly opened her legs and pressed the dildo against her vulva through her panties.
Stimulated by the vibrations of the dildo, her panties began to wet, stains spreading across them. I knew her arousal was overflowing, and I urged her to hurry up while biting her ear.
Instead of taking off her panties as expected, she pulled them aside, revealing her reddened labia. After adjusting the position, she slowly inserted the dildo into her wetness… “Mom… does it feel good…?”
My mother nodded, appearing completely intoxicated.
“Am I right? The same thing can still bring great pleasure.” "
My mother slowly moved a few times, her vaginal fluids overflowing with each thrust, soaking the sheets. Since a dildo is different from a real penis, the vibrations from the motor alone were enough to drive a woman wild. But wanting to see something even more stimulating, I took a string of beads of varying sizes from my mother's toy box.
'Mom, how do you play with this?'
I asked knowingly. My mother blushed and told me not to touch it, but I insisted, so she finally told me.
'It's… for… for inserting into the anus…'"
"Let me see too! Okay, Mom?"
The dildo was still vibrating inside her vagina, sending waves of tingling sensations that aroused her. The beads, which she had always despised, now seemed like a toy she wanted to try.
She turned over, lying face down on the bed, her round buttocks raised, the dildo still inside. I first licked her anus to lubricate it, then inserted the first bead... "Mmm... mmm..."
A flicker of pain crossed her face, but it was quickly replaced by excitement. The beads, large and small, were inserted one by one into her anus, then slowly pulled out, inserted again, pulled out again... This went on dozens of times. Under the dual stimulation of her vagina and anus, she experienced a novel sensation she had never known before. Those sex toys that she had once loathed now seemed so endearing!
“Let me serve Mom!”
I took the dildo from my mother’s hand, turned the motor to maximum speed, and thrust violently.
“Ahhh…ahhh…please have mercy…I can’t take it anymore…I’m going to lose it…”
My mother’s vaginal fluids gushed out like a flood bursting its banks. I quickly pulled out the dildo, like a black bear licking honey from a tree hollow…At this moment, my mother lay motionless on the bed as if unconscious. I knew she was immersed in boundless orgasm…
Actually, I had ulterior motives for constantly coming up with strange ideas to play sexual games with my mother. My mother was not a promiscuous woman. As I once said, in some ways, she could even be considered a conservative Chinese woman. The reason she is like this today is all the fault of two men: my father and her lover.
From the moment my mother reappeared in my life, I had already silently vowed to use my body to liberate her soul. Throughout the past month of intimate contact with my mother, I have remained true to my promise to her, engaging only in sexual games but unable to actually make love. What pains me even more is knowing that my mother also needs a man, yet watching helplessly as she suppresses her overwhelming desire due to blood ties and societal norms.
While engaging in sexual games with my mother may somewhat relieve our urges, the ultimate goal is actually to completely break down her defenses.
[The End]

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