After Dad left

My father had already left before I even woke up. My mother woke me up for breakfast; it was already past nine.
I got up and asked her why she hadn't gone to work. She told me her job was flexible and she didn't need to go to work on time. Since I was at home, I quickly washed up and ate breakfast. My mother also started to get ready. After eating, I went up behind my mother, hugged her, and whispered in her ear what I had promised her last night. I slipped one hand inside her clothes and massaged her breasts. My mother's ears turned red, but she didn't say anything despite my harassment. I didn't need her consent, just her not to object. It was winter, but our house had a self-heating earthen stove. It was warm inside, and I didn't need to wear many clothes. I was only wearing shorts when I pulled my mother into my room. My mother didn't resist much and sat on the kang (heated brick bed). I pushed her down onto my quilt. My mother's face was very red. I knew she was probably embarrassed because it was broad daylight. But I didn't care about that; I was already feeling incredibly pent-up. As I kissed my mother, I slipped my hand inside her clothes. She was only wearing a shirt, and as I unbuttoned it, I kneaded her breasts. Our tongues were intertwined, and her eyes were half-closed, her flushed face incredibly alluring. I parted our lips and pressed myself against her chest, biting down on her nipple and sucking on it with my tongue. She began to moan softly and pant. But it wasn't over yet; I started to pull off her underpants. When I took them off, I realized she wasn't wearing underwear, just a underpants. I smiled inwardly; it seemed she was ready to have sex with me this morning, but was hesitant because it was daytime and we were mother and son. I quickly stripped her underpants off, and now she was completely naked before me. Because it was early morning, I could look closely at her body. Her nipples were erect in the slightly red areolas, and her breasts were slightly full, not appearing soft despite her lying down. I parted my mother's legs, revealing a tuft of soft pubic hair scattered somewhat haphazardly. As mentioned earlier, my mother's pubic hair wasn't abundant, and it appeared neatly trimmed, distributed uniformly above her clitoris. It looked quite beautiful. Because her legs were parted, her slightly dark labia minora were also slightly separated, revealing some pinkish flesh inside her vulva. It was already glistening with moisture. I knew that was vaginal fluid secreted by my mother, and I realized that she probably wanted it but was too embarrassed to say it. Otherwise, her vulva wouldn't have started flowing with fluid after my slight teasing. Looking at my mother's slightly parted labia, I bent down and used my tongue to part her very small vulva, licking her clitoris. My mother trembled slightly and let out a hissing sound. This time, my mother didn't resist my licking of her vagina, and I didn't smell any unusual odor from her vulva.
While licking her clitoris, I occasionally took her labia minora into my mouth, and each time, my mother would moan. I gently bit her labia minora with my teeth, pulling them up. Then, my mother clamped my head between her legs. While licking her lower body, I inserted my tongue into her vagina. The slippery, sticky fluid inside flowed out in large quantities as my tongue teased it, getting my mouth smeared with her vaginal fluid, giving off a slightly fishy, salty taste. I kept sucking it into my mouth, slowly savoring the taste. This taste didn't disgust me; it only further stimulated my penis, making it hard. I watched as the vaginal fluid flowed down her vulva, slowly dripping onto her anus. Her pink anus glistened with moisture. And the contractions of her anus were very visually striking. I resisted the urge to immediately insert my penis into her vagina, only continuing to play with her labia and clitoris with my tongue and teeth. At this point, my mother couldn't control her moans anymore, moaning continuously, pulling at me with both hands, wanting me to insert my penis. Because I had already masturbated once last night, I wasn't in a hurry. Because it was at home, and I knew my father wouldn't come back easily, I deliberately held back, wanting my mother to say so herself. After my constant teasing, she finally couldn't bear it any longer and whispered, "Hurry up and put it in." I deliberately asked, "What do you mean, 'put it in'?" She paused for a moment before saying, "Son, hurry up and put your penis inside me." After she said that, I rubbed my hard penis against her labia a few times before thrusting it in. She tried to avoid me while letting out a satisfied moan. Then she rolled up a pillow and put it under her stomach, and I began to thrust forcefully. Perhaps because I had been holding back for so long, this time I fucked her for over half an hour. I used doggy style and top position. Eventually, she couldn't even moan anymore; her face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, and she looked at me, her hands on my shoulders, her legs weakly resting against my hips. Finally, with the intense thrusting and gushing of fluid inside her vagina, I ejaculated a large amount of semen. I felt my penis ejaculate seven or eight times in spurts. As I ejaculated, my mother's body suddenly tensed, held for about ten seconds, then collapsed, utterly exhausted. Both of us were covered in sweat. When I pulled out my penis, a large amount of my semen flowed from her vagina, which had been stretched open by my thick penis. I lay beside her, stroking her nipple with one hand while kissing her. She was weakly being played with. After a while, she sat up to clean the semen from her vagina. Her face flushed, she said, "You clean yourself up. I have to go. It's not good to be going too late." I agreed, saying, "Mom, you go ahead. Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself." Only then did she quickly get ready and go to work. Before leaving, she came to my side, hugged my neck, and kissed me on the lips. She looked at me with a strange expression and said, "Go back to sleep for a while." I agreed, and then she turned and left. I recalled the look in my mother's eyes just now, and I clearly felt that it wasn't the look she gave her son. Although I haven't experienced love yet, I could feel the way she looked at a lover. (
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