My sexy mom

What a charming and alluring mature woman my mother is!

As a woman just over forty, she maintains a remarkably good figure—a classic "S" shape, curvaceous and alluring. My mother is tall and well-proportioned, with full, firm breasts (a 40D, based on my visual estimation and bra cup size), large, rounded buttocks, and long, shapely legs, all exuding irresistible charm. Her face is delicate and alluring, with pearly white teeth, full, rosy lips, and beautiful, flowing gray-brown hair that always draws attention.

No wonder my mother flaunts her charm in front of men—like the day I inadvertently discovered it—as a beautiful and sexy woman, she has the right to do so!

It's not just my perspective on my mother that has changed; now I pay closer attention to her relationships with others. Zade's words, "But when Brad isn't around, she behaves like a prostitute!" often echo in my mind, piercing my nerves like a needle. Such sharp and biting words had humiliated me deeply at the time, making me almost want to disappear. But now, the thought of using the word "prostitute" to describe what she did to my friends that day gives me a morbid sense of pleasure.

The following weekend, my whole family went to my aunt's house for a holiday and to celebrate my cousin's coming-of-age ceremony. It was a grand family gathering, where I saw my cousins, uncles, aunts, and so on—almost all the family members were there.

Since some family members had to leave early Saturday morning, the birthday celebration began after breakfast, and many people were still in their pajamas. My aunt presented the birthday cake with a beaming smile, and everyone began to sing "Happy Birthday" in unison. The atmosphere in the hall was warm and peaceful.

Suddenly, my dog broke free from my leash and dashed out. I chased him all the way to the kitchen window before catching the mischievous fellow. It was a gloomy morning, as if all the light was confined indoors. Standing by the window, I could see the figures of various heights in the hall.

My father stood in the middle of the crowd, his back to me. My mother wasn't with him; she was positioned far back, next to my uncle Bill.

My mother wore a loose, oversized navy blue nightgown, continuing her usual conservative and unfashionable style. The oversized nightgown almost covered her entire hips, concealing her alluring figure in a plain and unremarkable way. I noticed she was wearing a white crew-neck shirt under her nightgown.

My gaze shifted to Uncle Bill beside my mother. He was my father's older brother, probably a year or two older than him. He looked more robust and well-proportioned than my father. However, his hair was thinning, making him appear prematurely aged.

Uncle Bill and my mother stood side by side in the back of the crowd, huddled together. I stared at him for a moment, about to look away, when I suddenly saw Uncle Bill do something astonishing! He reached out his large, hairy hand, wrapped it around my mother's waist, and placed it on her right hip!

Oh my God!

I stared in disbelief at the hand Uncle Bill had placed on my mother's ample buttocks!

Everyone in front of us was offering their blessings, watching my cousin unwrap his birthday presents one by one. No one noticed this lewd scene except me.

My mother glanced quickly at Uncle Bill, and the two seemed to exchange a subtle look. Then they both looked forward at the same time, staring intently ahead, as if nothing had happened. Then I saw Uncle Bill lower his hand and slowly caress my mother's right hip.

My mother did nothing to stop this shameless and lewd act. If she reacted at all, it was that she moved even closer to Uncle Bill, and the two of them pressed even closer together.

Their eyes were fixed on the presents as my cousin excitedly opened them one by one, and my mother would occasionally clap in support. Uncle Bill's large hand didn't stop there; it did more—slowly lifting Mom's nightgown, sliding down her blouse, and disappearing into her pajama bottoms. A large bulge appeared in Mom's clothes around her buttocks, but she seemed oblivious.

Watching Mom and Uncle Bill's filthy behavior from afar, my anger rose within me. Dad was only inches away, and these two lewd people dared to be so shamelessly involved! At the same time, I felt a throbbing pain in my groin as my penis inappropriately began to erect.

Uncle Bill's hand roamed over Mom's plump buttocks. Occasionally, a bulge would appear in her clothes, then fall back down, smoothing out—Uncle Bill seemed to be kneading her flesh. Mom remained calm and unmoved, as if Uncle Bill wasn't playing with her buttocks at that moment.

I glared at the large, mischievous hand, watching it slide up and down between my mother's buttocks... A feeling of shame and indignation filled my chest.

The celebration continued noisily. Everyone else chatted and laughed, oblivious to the lewd couple enjoying themselves. I stood outside the window, filled with resentment and jealousy.

All the clothes in my family were in a bedroom upstairs. After the celebration ended, my mother got up to change. I quickly settled the puppy and followed her. The door was slightly ajar, and my mother was about to change. I barged in and slammed the door shut behind me.

My mother stared at me in surprise. Before she could speak, I blurted out, "Mom, I saw you and Uncle Bill outside the window—you let him touch your butt!"

"What...you...what did you say?" my mother stammered, her face pale with shock. She was speechless for a moment, just staring at my fiery eyes in panic, before finally reacting after a few seconds.

“Oh, it’s nothing, he just patted me on the back,” she said, blushing. “We’re family.”

“He didn’t just pat me, he did more!” I said in a low voice. I’d already experienced her sophistry before.

“Honey, it’s nothing,” Mom said softly. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. Also, don’t tell anyone what you saw.”

“Really? If it really is nothing, you wouldn’t mind if I told Dad—and Aunt Jenny—about everything I saw today,” I said coldly, turning towards the door.

Mom quickly blocked my way. “Brad, wait! Don’t tell anyone about this.”

I looked into Mom’s eyes; they were tense and flustered, as if she were desperately trying to cover up this shameful affair.

“Why shouldn’t I?” I said casually, stepping aside to stand diagonally towards the door.

“What do you want—from me?” she asked.

Was Mom trying to bribe me? Yes, she was in a bind. What could I do? Take the opportunity to ask her for pocket money? Oh, of course not! I knew my true desire.

“Because ‘that’s nothing,’ I want to do what Uncle Bill does.”

Mom looked furious, her brows furrowing and face turning frosty. Even I, who was usually so composed, felt a pang of anxiety, thinking perhaps I was going too far.

But her expression quickly softened. “Is that the price you pay for remaining silent?”

Mom looked at me quietly, and we stared back at each other silently. The room was silent, the only noise coming from the faint sounds of the crowd downstairs.

Mom took a deep breath. She reached out and grabbed my wrists, pulling them closer to her body, wrapping them around her waist. She placed my hands on her full hips.

At that moment, Mom and I were so close, almost embracing each other. I suppressed my excitement, tilting my head back slightly, gazing at Mom’s beautiful face, feeling the roundness and fullness of her breasts beneath my touch.

I stood frozen for a moment, motionless. A mocking smile suddenly bloomed on my mother's previously stern face.

I steeled myself and began to move my slightly numb fingers, tracing and caressing her fleshy, elastic buttocks.

Now I was doing what Uncle Bill had done. My hands caressed and embraced my mother's plump, round, and firm buttocks. I could feel her taut buttocks gradually relaxing. I squeezed the soft flesh, letting it overflow between my fingers. My hands pressed against my mother's pajama bottoms, roaming over her full, firm buttocks, fully enjoying the wonderful touch. This

silent ecstasy lasted for what seemed like an eternity, until, as if a glacier had melted, my mother raised her arms and naturally wrapped them around me, her hands resting on my buttocks! This unexpected "attack" sent a shiver down my spine. Before I could even be surprised, she playfully pinched my buttocks, just as I had done to her! Meeting my surprised gaze, my mother's eyes were full of a playful smile.

We were now close to the door, my mother's back pressed against it. She pulled me closer, her legs slightly parted, her lower body slowly undulating forward, causing my swollen penis to rub against the curves between her legs. The sensation was as exhilarating as touching my mother's buttocks!

My erect penis pressed tightly against my mother's vulva through her clothes; I could almost feel the shape of the crevice.

She slowly moved her lower body, rubbing her vulva against my penis. The forbidden contact, the excruciating pleasure, made me gasp for breath, like a fish out of water.

I used to hug my mother often, so I thought I was used to being close to her body. But this time was different—in fact, everything was different.

I looked directly into my mother's eyes, only centimeters away from them. My mother's full, soft breasts pressed against my chest, and our lips were already touching. An urge to kiss her surged within me, but after several hesitations, I ultimately hesitated to try.

The rule of the deal was that I could do what Uncle Bill had done, but I also tried something he hadn't: I cupped my mother's firm, full buttocks and swayed them up and down and side to side for half a minute. My mother didn't stop my "transgression"; instead, she closed her eyes slightly, letting me do as I pleased. She seemed to enjoy it.

So I pressed my advantage, extending my right middle finger and carefully slipping it under the elastic band of my mother's pajama bottoms, exploring her bare skin.

Unfortunately, I only made it a few centimeters before my mother withdrew her hands from my buttocks. She grabbed my arms, preventing me from exploring further.

"That's enough," she whispered firmly. She placed my hands back at her sides. The spell was broken, and she reverted to the mother I knew.

"Now I need to change," my mother said, dismissing me. She turned and opened the door, urging me to leave immediately.

I reluctantly went out, watching her slam the door shut. But in that instant the door closed, I saw my mother smile at me, a smile that was both mocking and provocative.

Good heavens, my mother is such a slut!

[The End]

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