Falling in love with a beautiful mother in stockings

My name is Ashui, I'm 19 years old, and I have a 39-year-old mother named Shuyun. My father died in a car accident when I was 10. He ran a clothing company, and after his death, my mother, who had been a wealthy housewife, had to take over his business and become the company's chairman. After graduating from high school, I didn't get into university, so I went to work at the company as the general manager.
Actually, I didn't know anything about the business; my mother was mainly responsible for the operations, since the company made business suits for women. So my mother always wore the company's products, all kinds of women's business suits, as well as stockings and high heels of various colors.
Although other women in the company also wore stockings of various colors and walked around in front of me, only my mother's beautiful legs in stockings attracted me. Every time I went to my mother's office and saw her legs in stockings crossed as she sat in the boss's chair, my penis would involuntarily become erect. I really wanted to pick up those stockinged feet and rub them against my penis.
My mother looks a lot like the Japanese mature actress Shiori Endou, so I have many AVs featuring her in stockings on my computer and phone. Whenever my mother gets aroused, I watch these videos to relieve myself. But this can't go on forever; only real sex can bring true pleasure.
So I came up with a wicked idea. I bought the latest drug through an acquaintance. I heard that this drug can induce a semi-conscious state, not a complete sleep, leaving the person somewhat conscious but unable to open their eyes. After the drug wears off, it creates a dreamlike feeling. This drug is a real treasure to me; after all, it's not fun if my mother is completely asleep.
That morning, I put the drug in my mother's coffee. A while later, I went to my mother's office. At the door, I specifically told my mother's secretary that I had important business to discuss with the chairman and that no one should disturb us. The secretary, of course, knew that my mother and I were in charge of the company, and readily agreed. I entered my mother's office and locked the door.
Today, Mom had her hair up, wore gold-rimmed glasses, a pink business suit, flesh-colored pantyhose, and black high heels. She was holding her forehead, so the medicine seemed to be working. I quickly went over and said,
"Mom, are you feeling unwell?"
"Ah, Shui, I just had a cup of coffee, and I suddenly feel a little dizzy." "Then let me help you lie down on the sofa over there for a while." I helped Mom sit down on the sofa next to me. I bent down and gently took off Mom's black high heels, greedily bringing them to my nose to smell. Immediately, I smelled Mom's usual perfume mixed with the smell of leather and the sweat from her feet. This strange smell immediately made me hard, and I blurted out, "Mom's shoes smell so good." Mom was already reclining on the sofa, her eyes already a little squinting. "Silly child, what's so good about shoes?" "Mom, let me massage your feet." I played with Mom's beautiful, flesh-colored feet in my hands, and when I looked up, I saw that Mom couldn't open her eyes at all. I mustered my courage, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my already burning-hot penis. I rubbed it against my mother's stockinged feet, the silky sensation spreading through my urethra, penis, and prostate, all the way to my entire body. I grabbed my mother's stockinged feet, watching her flesh-colored toes vividly presented before me. I immediately put them in my mouth, my mouth instantly filled with the strange taste of my mother's high heels. Just as I was licking them with pleasure, my mother suddenly cried out,
"Husband, no!"
It turned out that my mother was half-asleep, thinking she was dreaming, having a wet dream, dreaming about my deadbeat father.
I was just wondering how to get my mother to cooperate, and now this was perfect, I'd play along.
I got up and pressed my face against my mother's: "Wife, let's do it." My mother closed her eyes tightly, her face overflowing with lust, and softly hummed in agreement.
My mother is 39 years old. Her skin isn't as delicate as a young girl's; she has some wrinkles on her face, which she needs to cover with makeup. Therefore, she often wears heavy makeup. Mature actresses like Honami Kousaka, Maki Hojo, and Maki Tomoda also wear heavy makeup when filming. But this brings a unique flavor. Every time I watch a film, when the male actor ejaculates on these mature actresses' faces at the end, the semen smudges their makeup. This scene often makes me unable to resist; I especially love those scenes.
My mother, who looks a lot like Shiori Emido, also wears heavy makeup to conceal the ravages of time. So today, I feel like a dream come true; I feel like I'm going to have sex with Shiori Emido.
Stop thinking about it; my beautiful mother is right in front of me. Let's begin.
I press my lips to my mother's lips, and I naturally insert my tongue. My mother's tongue responds, intertwining with mine, our tongues becoming one. I wrapped my left arm around my mother, and with my right hand, I reached inside her stocking-covered private area. Even through the stockings, I could feel pubic hair. Looking down, I realized she wasn't wearing underwear; her private area was only covered by the stockings. Seeing this, I became even more excited.
I tore a hole in the stocking, right where her private area was covered, and inserted my fingers into her vagina. To my surprise, it was already overflowing with fluid. Because the effects of the drug were temporary, I didn't hesitate. I immediately thrust my burning-hot penis through the hole in the stocking and into my mother's vagina. Previously, I'd only masturbated while watching AVs; this time it was real. I was incredibly excited. The moment my penis entered, it was completely enveloped by my mother's vagina. It was very wet; as I thrust, I could hear a squelching sound.
I enjoyed the feeling of being tightly enveloped by my mother's vagina. Her vagina was warm, and the temperature was rising, causing my penis to swell with heat. I thrust rapidly, each stroke seemingly filled with deep affection, a way of thanking my mother for her years of care. My lower body throbbed, my hands ceaselessly rubbing against her stockinged legs, while my mouth never stopped, locked in a passionate kiss with hers. My tongue, like another penis, moved within her mouth.
The feeling of thrusting into my beautiful mother in stockings while simultaneously French kissing her was incredibly stimulating. I felt the urge to ejaculate, but the opportunity was too precious to miss. I withdrew my penis, then picked up my half-asleep mother and carried her to my desk. I placed her on the desk, parted her stockinged legs, and allowed my large penis to re-enter her honeypot. Then I placed her stockinged legs on my shoulders and thrust forcefully. My mother moaned softly with each thrust.
I curled my mother's stockinged leg, which was resting on my left shoulder, and then put it in my mouth, greedily sucking on her toes encased in the stocking. While I held my mother's stockinged foot in my mouth, my penis didn't stop, continuing to thrust rhythmically, each thrust hitting my mother's G-spot. Then I lowered my mother's stockinged leg and wrapped it around my waist.
Although my mother was unconscious, she was still aware of my movements. Perhaps she thought she was having sex with her husband, and she cooperated with my actions, her stockinged legs tightly clamping my waist, her stockinged feet rubbing against my buttocks. With each thrust, my mother's stockinged feet bumped against my buttocks. As my thrusting speed increased, my mother's stockinged feet swayed faster and faster.
Finally, I felt the tip of my penis getting hotter and hotter, and suddenly a stream of liquid spurted out. I unabashedly ejaculated my hot, viscous semen into my mother's vagina, filled with an ambition to get her pregnant.
Even though I had already ejaculated, I didn't stop thrusting. Instead, I held onto my penis before it completely went limp, savoring the pleasure of the thrusting one last time. But it was too short; a few seconds later, my penis was completely limp. I didn't pull out immediately, but let it rest in my mother's vagina. I collapsed onto my mother, panting heavily. Only my mother's stockinged legs were still tightly wrapped around my waist, her stockinged feet rubbing against my buttocks. After catching
my breath, I pressed my lips to my mother's mouth, and once again used my tongue to thrust in and out of her mouth. I kissed my mother passionately, my limp penis resting inside her vagina. I was completely immersed in this scene, completely forgetting that the drug's effects had worn off. My mother was gradually waking up.
When Mom slowly opened her eyes and saw the scene before her, her face suddenly flushed red with embarrassment. She then forcefully pushed me away, causing me to fall to the ground with a thud. My limp penis touched the floor, and a few drops of semen still lingered at the tip. Mom, now sitting up at her desk, had her stockinged legs dangling down, and fluid was flowing from her vagina. I was staring intently at her, and Mom immediately noticed what I was looking at. She quickly pulled out a few tissues from the tissue box beside her, first wiping her genitals, then pulling out a few more and throwing them at me, saying, "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?" At that moment, I suddenly stood up, rushed forward, and hugged Mom, saying, "Mom, I love you. I'll take responsibility for you." "How can you take responsibility? You're still a child. Go out first, let Mom have some peace and quiet." With that, she pushed me away.
I could only wipe my penis, pull up my pants, and leave Mom's office dejectedly.
After that incident, my mother and I seemed to deliberately act as if it had never happened, continuing our lives and work as before. But I knew that some things had changed.
One day, as I was sitting in my office, staring blankly at the computer, an idea suddenly flashed into my mind. I immediately registered a new email address and used it to send my mother many novels about mother-son relationships. In these novels, the mothers initially resisted but gradually accepted, and ultimately had happy endings with their sons. Some novels even described how the mothers married their sons and had children with them.
A few days later, my mother and I were having dinner together when she suddenly said, "Ah Shui, let me introduce you to a girlfriend. What do you think of my secretary, Xiao Hui?" "No way! Look at her, always so flirtatious. If you marry her, you'll be cheated on every day." "Look at you! If she's not good enough, I'll find you someone else." "Mom, I'm not even 20 yet. It's not time for me to settle down." "Sigh, I'm afraid you'll go down the wrong path." "What wrong path could I possibly take, Mom? You keep telling me to find a girlfriend. Let me ask you, Dad's been dead for so many years, why don't you find a companion?" "I have you, that's enough. Besides, I'm an old woman now. What man would truly love me?" "Yes, there has always been someone who truly loves you." "Who is it?"
"Me? I've always loved Mom, the kind of love between a man and a woman." "Don't talk nonsense. We're mother and son. Besides, what do you know about love between men and women?" "Of course I know. If you love someone, you should be reckless and ignore societal prejudices." "You're still young. You can say it all, but doing it is hard." We finished our meal in silence and then went to our rooms to rest.
Back in my room, I turned on my computer and habitually logged into QQ. To my surprise, I found Mom online. I remembered that I had registered this QQ account for her, but I had never seen her use it. Suddenly, an idea flashed into my mind. I opened another QQ account I had registered as female and sent Mom a friend request. After a while, she accepted.
Then I sent a message: "Hello, big sister.
Hello."
We then talked about our family situations. I made up a story about myself as a single mother, living with my son. Mom also told me about her situation and then sent a message with a sigh.
I quickly replied: "What's wrong, sister? Are you troubled?" "Yes, it's about my son and me." "
Can you tell me?" Then she told me about being drugged and raped by me, and finally said she didn't know what to do. "
Sister, you know what? I also had a relationship with my son, but I don't have your troubles." "

So how did you resolve it?" "
Sister, let me ask you, do you love your son?" "
Of course I love my son, the kind of love a mother has for her son.
Actually, what's the difference between this kind of love and romantic love? Isn't it all about a strong possessiveness and the desire to spend a lifetime together? If one day, your son marries another woman and no longer lives with you, and you see him being tamed by another woman, wouldn't you feel a pang of pain in your heart? Think about why you haven't remarried for so long—isn't it because your son is the most important person in your heart?"
That's true, but it's not good for a mother to have something like that with her son.
Sister, your views are too old-fashioned. I don't think it's bad at all; on the contrary, I think it's very good. Think about it, your son originally came from your body, and now he's entering your body again. This is in accordance with the laws of nature. Women need men's love and care, and what could be more natural than a son loving and caring for his mother?
But what will others think?
Sister, you're so cute. Why go around publicizing this? As long as you and your son are happy, why care about what others think? Besides, if you don't say anything, and your son doesn't say anything either, who will know about what's going on between you? Like my son and me, at home we're a couple, but in public we're mother and son. Even if we hold hands and walk together, people will only envy our good mother-son relationship; what else can they say? It
can be like this?
Of course you can! Let me tell you, finding your own son is much better than finding a man outside. Your own son is clean, unlike those promiscuous men outside. Plus, it has a beauty effect. Since I got together with my son, I feel much younger than before. I really regret not being with him sooner. And my son is becoming more and more attached to me. We're planning to immigrate overseas so we can be husband and wife openly. I'm even planning to have his child.
But…
Sister, no buts! Don't you feel bad when you're alone in your room late at night? Why don't you give him oral sex tonight while he's asleep? You can even try the woman-on-top position. Just a little tip: dress sexy, like stockings and high heels. You know how much men like that these days
.
Don't think too much about it. If you think too much, your son will be snatched away by someone else, and you'll be the one who suffers. I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to make love with my son now. I'm going to have anal sex with him tonight.
After sending the message, I immediately logged off, turned off the computer, lay down on the bed, turned off the light, closed my eyes, and wondered if I had gone too far. However, I then thought that my mother was a conservative person, and she probably wouldn't come to my room and give me oral sex just because someone said a few words to her. Such a scene would only happen in my dreams. Stop thinking about it, go to sleep. With these random thoughts, I drifted into a half-awake state.
Just as I was dozing off, I heard my mother gently calling my name outside the door. I excitedly shouted, but I held back, knowing that if I wanted things to go well, I couldn't lose my composure. So I deliberately ignored her, not only continuing to pretend to be asleep but also making soft snoring noises for my mother to hear. My mother called a few times, and when I didn't respond, she pushed the door open and came in. Since it's just my mother and me in our house, I usually don't lock the door when I sleep.
In the darkness, I slightly opened my eyes and saw my mother walk to my bedside. She then gently got into bed, and when her legs touched mine, I immediately became hard. I could feel that my mother was wearing stockings. At that moment, I really wanted to turn on the light to see what color they were, but I didn't. I felt my mother lift the blanket. Because I like to sleep naked, my mother easily found my penis.
Then, my mother began to stroke my penis with her warm and loving little hands. Perhaps afraid of waking me, she stroked very gently, with just the right amount of pressure. If I hadn't been pretending to be asleep, I might have thought I was having a wet dream, not that someone was masturbating me.
After stroking for a while, I felt my mother's lips touch my glans again. She gently took the tip of my penis into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the glans and urethral opening. I felt a little ecstatic as she licked me, and I really wanted to shout out that I was going to enjoy it. But I knew that if I scared my mother at this moment, I might lose her forever, so even though it was hard to resist, I held back. My mother continued to stroke my penis and lick my glans.
I closed my eyes, savoring this wondrous moment. I deliberately and unintentionally placed my hand on my mother's beautiful legs in stockings. When my hand touched her, she was startled and immediately stopped what she was doing with her hands and mouth. After a while, realizing that I hadn't woken up and was snoring even louder, she relaxed and continued to gently stroke and lick my legs. Although I couldn't see the color of her stockings, the silky smoothness was enough to make me feel good. Unfortunately, since I was pretending to be asleep, my hand couldn't touch her stockinged legs; it could only rest there. But it wasn't bad either; I could still feel the cool touch of my mother's high heels on my legs.
Although Mom was only gently stroking and licking, after a while, I felt the urge to ejaculate. She sensed my penis's reaction, so she slightly increased the frequency of her stroking and the speed of her oral sex. My penis twitched in her warm mouth, and I ejaculated a thick stream of semen into her mouth, which she swallowed entirely. She felt my penis soften, but still licked up any remaining semen before letting go. Then she quietly got out of bed and left my room.
[The End]

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