Mother and son pleasure

My name is Li Xiaoqiang. This summer vacation was hot and boring. The screen on my computer kept flashing with images of PvP battles (I'm obsessed with Dungeon Fighter Online), but I felt restless, my mind racing. I'd already been defeated many times. Actually, I was thinking about my beautiful mother.
Looking at the time, it was already 3 AM, but my mother still hadn't come home, nor had she called to tell me what she was doing. I sighed, feeling even more anxious. I lost all interest in playing games, turned off the computer, and sat there blankly waiting for my mother.
This year, my mother has often come home very late. I know that since my father passed away three years ago, my mother has been very lonely and in pain. The changes in her over these three years have shocked me. She's become more withdrawn and has developed a drinking and smoking habit. She often stays in bars until late at night, which is why she's often home late.
Before, if I came home late from a classmate reunion, my mother would always stay up all night waiting for me before resting. But now, after the college entrance exam, I have to wait for my mother to come home late again.
Actually, I have a girlfriend. She's my high school classmate, named Shen Bing (borrowing the name of the female lead from "Beijing Love Story," please don't rip me off). We've been dating for quite a while now, a full two years, but her conservative nature has kept us only at the kissing stage. I've made advances many times, but she's always refused. Today, when I asked her again on our date, I was rejected once more. Thinking back on tonight's failed date, my desire was intensely aroused, yet unsatisfied, leaving me restless.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard the sound of a key turning in the door. I immediately stood up and ran to the door.
"Mom, is that your mom?" But there was no answer.
Reaching the door, I looked through the peephole and saw my mother lying on the floor, leaning against the door. Her still-attractive mother was breathing heavily.
I quickly opened the door. Oh, Mom. I sighed, put my arm around her arm, and helped her inside. Because my mother was on the fuller side, my small frame struggled to drag her inside before I collapsed. Her bedroom was on the second floor, and I couldn't lift her up. I took a breath and struggled again to drag her to the sofa in the living room. Even so, her top was torn open, and as I laid her flat on the sofa, her right breast suddenly popped out. Clearly, she wasn't wearing a bra again; her snow-white, full breasts were exposed, the high peaks and the brown areolas particularly striking.
Oh, what's wrong with me? My penis was erect. My mother's breasts strongly attracted my gaze, and memories of suckling her juicy breasts as a child resurfaced. Damn it, what's wrong with me? She's my mother!
But despite my thoughts and self-reproach, I unconsciously lowered my head and looked closer at what I considered the most beautiful thing in the world—
my mother's breasts. They were large and white, the snow-white skin gleaming against the brown areolas. My mother's areolas were large, their brownish hue incredibly alluring, and the equally brown nipples atop them were quite long, trembling slightly in the cold night air. Upon closer inspection, one could clearly discern the distinct pores at the tips of her nipples—the source of my mother's sweet milk, the milk I loved to suckle as a child.
Watching my mother sleep, a wicked desire quietly rose within me. After confirming she was completely unconscious, I slowly opened my mouth and carefully took her soft nipple into my mouth, gently suckling, trying to relive the sweet, warm joy of lying in her arms as a child, crying for milk. As I suckled, I felt her nipple subtly harden, becoming incredibly supple.
Seeing no sign of her waking, I grew bolder, reaching out to pull down her clothes, exposing her right breast, and then, as if possessed, began to suckle it wantonly.
My movements were frantic, but I dared not be too unrestrained lest I wake my mother. My lips kissed her full breasts, my tongue licking her soft, smooth skin, tracing the rounded curves of her chest. Every now and then, I took her nipples into my mouth, gently grinding the base of her breasts with my teeth while sucking hard, savoring their smoothness and softness.
As a result of my efforts, her nipples began to swell and harden, a physiological response I knew was her body's reaction to my actions.
If I hadn't failed to sleep with my girlfriend tonight, I would have been content with merely sucking my mother's breasts. But due to the failed date, my suppressed desire began to swell; I needed a more direct release. Since my mother was also a woman, and completely unconscious, she wouldn't stop me from doing whatever I wanted.
I carefully removed her clothes, completely exposing her body. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Looking at my mother's naked, beautiful body, I felt my blood rushing through my veins, and my penis instantly became erect and fully hard.
I lowered my head and kissed my way down her full breasts, past her lower abdomen, her navel, until I reached the forbidden zone between her legs.
Carefully observing my mother's beautiful vulva, which she would never normally open to me, I tried to find traces of my own birth.
My mother's vulva was exceptionally full, with a slightly protruding mons pubis forming a curved line, but thick, dark pubic hair covered most of her genitals, preventing me from seeing any details.
I reached out and carefully parted the pubic hair covering my mother's vulva, and her mature vulva was completely exposed before my eyes. I could clearly see, shrouded in thick pubic hair, two plump labia tightly closed, forming a deep slit. The dark red slit stretched for a long distance, completely enveloping the forbidden world within. Without exploration, I knew I would never uncover its secrets.
I knew this was my mother's vaginal entrance; it was from this very place I came into this world. But I never imagined I would one day be able to observe the place where I was born so closely.
I remember many of my friends talking to me about their mothers, telling me that they all wanted to have sex with their mothers, but never had the opportunity. Back then, hearing such words only filled me with disgust. I couldn't imagine that a son could be so inhuman, so depraved as to want to have sex with the mother he should respect most. But now, with my opportunity here, in this environment, I understand that a son's love for his mother is far more than just the pure attachment of childhood.
I slowly bent down and extended my tongue to lick my mother's tightly closed slit. My tongue parted her plump labia, skillfully licking the inner walls back and forth. In no time, her vulva began to secrete a slippery fluid; the warm, lustful liquid soaked my tongue, the tingling sensation sending shivers of excitement through me. My mother
's vagina was ready; it was wet! I had made it! The thought of making love with my mother soon made my heart pound even harder.
I climbed on top of her, positioned myself between her open legs, and, with my erect penis, forcefully thrust it into her wet opening. My penis slid smoothly into her vagina, slowly pushing inward.
Oh, my mother's vagina was so tight! When her narrow opening gripped my penis tightly, the intense urge to ejaculate almost made me ejaculate on the spot.
Before this, I had never had sex with another girl, but the unparalleled, wonderful feeling of having my penis inside my mother's vagina was something I could never have imagined a thousand times before. I thrust my hips forcefully, pushing my penis deep into my mother's vagina, experiencing the ecstatic pleasure of being tightly enveloped by her hot, wet vagina.
When my penis was fully inside, the physical and psychological satisfaction almost overwhelmed me. Oh, my mother and I were one!
I desperately suppressed my growing urge and began to pull my penis out, then inside her, I started a vigorous piston-like motion.
At the same time, my hands weren't idle either; one hand grasped my mother's firm, full breasts, kneading them vigorously in rhythm with my thrusts. My lips also kissed her soft, red lips, hungrily sucking her sweet saliva.
As if rewarding my hard work, my mother's body reacted incredibly strongly to my actions. With each powerful thrust, my mother's vagina contracted intensely, gripping my penis tightly, making every friction between our genitals exceptionally intense. The resulting immense pleasure almost made this novice lose his erection on the spot.
My mother's long, slender legs had unknowingly wrapped around my waist. With each thrust, her lower body moved rhythmically, instinctively welcoming my intrusion, deepening the union between us. As we moved, my somewhat forceful movements pushed her body up and down, shifting her position on the bed. She didn't move, remaining still, as if waiting for something. I thought to myself, my beautiful mother might already be awake.
I had never experienced such intense sexual pleasure before, especially since my first time was with my own mother.
Suddenly, I felt an urge to ejaculate, so I quickly stopped. I began kissing her lips, neck, and breasts, suckling at her breasts like I did when I was a child. Then I stopped moving, but my mother's large buttocks began to sway wildly, the intense friction of our genitals causing me to instantly lose control.
It lasted for about 20 minutes. "Oh... Mom... I... I can't take it anymore!" With all my might, I thrust my penis deep into Mom's vagina, and then hot, thick semen shot out instantly deep inside her. A fluid also leaked out from inside Mom. Her lower body arched considerably, her torso and waist forming a semi-arched bridge. All the semen I had accumulated over 19 years was poured into Mom's mature womb.
Mom suddenly opened her eyes, looked at me, and tears immediately rolled down her cheeks. I was stunned. I climbed onto Mom's body... I didn't dare move an inch, my limp penis trembling gently inside her vagina. Suddenly, she grabbed my head, sobbing uncontrollably, and began kissing my cheeks frantically. Faced with this sudden kiss, the greatness of maternal love was once again on full display. I offered her my rock, and for the first time, my mother's tongue and mine met face to face. Her cries of pain turned into soft, gentle breaths. Her lower body twitched gently again, and I, too, displayed the vigor of a young man, my limp penis quickly becoming erect again inside her vagina…
Two months later, her… Her belly was already slightly protruding, and the doctor told her she was pregnant. She didn't want to abort the child; it was her and her son's only child. Of course, her son had already taken on the responsibilities of a father; he was studying at a university in his hometown and could come home every day to be with his mother, making passionate lovemaking together at night, trying all sorts of strange positions.
A side note: Actually, the situation was like this: since her father's death, the mother, in the prime of her life, hadn't experienced a man's caresses, and the unfulfilled desires left her heartbroken. The mother often looked at her son's broad... Her son's silhouette, his strong muscles, would bring his image into her world. Every summer, when she woke him up, the sight of his erect penis would keep her awake at night, fueling her sexual fantasies and leading to masturbation until she was satisfied. But she couldn't share her feelings or thoughts with anyone. In truth, she was already awake when her son helped her in, her lower body already wet, but she had to pretend to be asleep. She was terrified of sleeping alone in the cold bed. She had planned everything; she was going to marry her son.
[The End]

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