Mom's buttocks

Friday arrived quickly, but this Friday was a bit unusual. The birds were chirping more passionately than usual, and the sun seemed to be peeking out coyly. Finally, something big had happened at school.
Just before school ended, Wang Qiang ran excitedly to tell me that this afternoon, a senior high school boy and a junior high school girl were caught red-handed having sex on campus.
The dorm supervisor, for some reason, had suddenly decided to patrol the dorms this afternoon. He heard a girl moaning coming from one of the rooms and was immediately alarmed. He wondered if one of the girls was sick, and quite seriously at that. Luckily, he'd come at the right time; otherwise, something terrible might have happened. It seems he needs to do more housework in the future.
Just then, he opened the dormitory door and looked up to find a blatant erotic scene unfolding before his eyes. Fortunately, the position was fairly traditional, but it still nearly made the old man faint. He frantically pointed at the two young, even immature, bodies on the bed, unable to utter a single word for a long time. It was only when the girl beneath him screamed that the old man snapped out of his daze, and the boy on top of him also woke up. The boy turned around as if he'd seen a ghost, nearly tumbling off the single bed again. The old man ultimately didn't utter a word, slammed the door shut, and shakily went to the administration office.
The final result was that the girl wasn't sick, but the old man was taken to the hospital. Anyone who saw two students of their grandchildren's age openly having sex in the school dormitory would be haunted for life.
As a prestigious high school, the school naturally wouldn't allow this to get out; otherwise, society would explode! Teachers who educate and nurture students produce such results that they don't even know to lock the door when they're having sex. With such a lack of safety awareness, there's nothing to expect from them. They might as well just teach and nurture students directly.
But nothing stays secret forever. Some rumors are still circulating among the students, and of course, the more they spread, the more outlandish they become. Some say a senior high school boy angrily stabs a junior high school girl with a silver spear; some say two people have been having a three-hundred-round, shirtless battle in the dormitory, trying every position, only to find that the old man who opened the door was standing there watching for a long time, and the boy couldn't resist and even ejaculated inside her... Wang Qiang vividly described the scene to me, spitting as he spoke. Yin Junzi, standing to the side, frowned. I didn't care about the expression of this real scoundrel and slapped Wang Qiang on the head: "You heard the rumors too, didn't you?" To my surprise, this kid whispered to me mysteriously: "I have connections, first-hand information." To this, I rolled my eyes at him.
The birds chirped all day in heat, finally bringing a touch of life to the stagnant waters of the school, where no amount of pebble-thrown-in-the-mud would cause a ripple. But two young people in the prime of their lives became the victims. The boy was alright, but what about the girl?
Hearing about this incident, I felt no excitement, only a chill. My mind was preoccupied as I returned to my dorm, grabbed a few books, and listened to the recordings from today. There was nothing unusual. For some reason, I felt a sense of emptiness. Something had to happen on this Friday to make it memorable. I put the recorder back where it was; I couldn't be careless about what happened last week.
Sitting in my mother's car, I felt a special warmth looking at her after a long day. But my attention was quickly drawn to her beautiful legs in a tight skirt. I stared at the hem of the skirt, silently praying, "A little higher, a little higher." But beautiful wishes rarely come true, and my desire, as expected, failed.
When my gaze shifted to my mother's breasts, something suddenly occurred to me, and my spirits lifted, and my mood improved.
"Mom, do you remember what you promised me last week?" I asked nervously.
"What is it?" Mom blushed slightly, her voice a little awkward.
"Of course it's..." I didn't finish my sentence, but my gaze drifted to Mom's chest, and I swallowed nervously.
Seeing my action, Mom's pretty face flushed crimson, and her grip on the steering wheel tightened.
"I forgot!" Mom said, blushing.
I could tell she hadn't forgotten, but she didn't seem to refuse; she was more like a coquettish young woman. I knew I was in the right place.
"Mom, show it to me tonight, okay?" I ignored her "forgot" and launched my attack.
"Your dad's home tonight? Don't you want to live? There's another day!" Mom's face turned bright red.
Didn't that mean she agreed? Another day... that was intriguing. Looking at Mom's shy expression, I was tempted. Now was the perfect time to tease her.
"Mom, does that mean you can wear it for me when Dad's not home?" I asked innocently.
This time, Mom didn't reply, biting her lip, seemingly still struggling with her earlier inappropriate remark.
I didn't give up, continuing to tempt her, "Mom, how about wearing something sexy tomorrow?" Mom finally gave me a reproachful glare and uttered a single word: "Get lost." If Mom hadn't forbidden me from bringing my phone, I would have definitely taken a picture of her adorable expression right now; it was enough to make my mouth water!
"Mom, please?" I started pestering her relentlessly, my left hand resting improperly on Mom's beautiful leg, stroking it back and forth, like a child pleading, but a child who knew how to appreciate a woman. The smoothness of Mom's thigh felt like jelly, something you could easily swallow. Plump yet elastic—that's the best state of a mature woman, and every part of Mom's body maintained that state.
Before I could enjoy it for long, Mom slapped my hand down: "Take it away! We're driving! Are you out of your mind?" I persisted, continuing to stroke her, moving slightly closer: "Then Mom, promise me!" My grip tightened, almost sliding towards her thigh.
Seeing my determination, Mom tensed up and finally relented: "Okay, okay, you're so annoying! Even your dad isn't as fussy as you." Hearing her affirmative answer, I reluctantly withdrew my hand: "That's because Dad doesn't appreciate Mom's beauty, but I know what makes Mom most beautiful!" "You're so unreasonable!" Mom cursed herself for agreeing to such an outrageous request, wanting to stomp her foot in frustration, but found herself simultaneously pressing the accelerator and the brake, causing the cars behind to honk incessantly.
Seeing my mother's ashamed and indignant expression, I turned my face to the window. The streetlights all switched on the moment I turned, shining brightly on my face. I closed my eyes briefly, feeling uncomfortable, and when I opened them again, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun and the city lights as night fell, a smile curved my lips.
The long night passed quickly. Thinking about my promise to my mother, I was naturally excited all night. However, the thought of my mother's alluring figure about to be revealed to me instantly invigorated me, and my body felt like it was in a furnace, my lower body burning with heat.
I got up early, made the bed, and sneaked to the kitchen. As expected, my mother was busy making breakfast in her pajamas.
Even the somewhat bulky pajamas couldn't hide my mother's graceful figure. Her curvaceous body swayed occasionally under the loose pajamas as she moved her hands, a sight that was pleasing to the eye.
Looking at my mother's pert, round buttocks, accentuated by her forward lean, I could no longer suppress the desire I'd been holding back all night. Silently, I walked behind her, gently placing my right hand on her right buttock. I carefully brought my head close to her delicate neck and breathed into her ear, "Mom, are you dressed?" Feeling my breath, my mother trembled slightly, tensing up as if she'd forgotten my hand on her buttocks. She glanced around the living room a few times.
"Mom, it's okay. I checked. Dad hasn't gotten up yet. He'll probably sleep in a bit this weekend." My left hand supported my mother's slender yet shapely waist, while my right hand slowly and restlessly slid across her buttocks through her pajamas. My
mother finally sensed my touch, shifting her buttocks uneasily, preparing to slap my hand away, but I easily dodged it.
Feeling my mother's buttocks become even more enticing to my fingers as she writhed, my penis instantly throbbed with blood. "Mom, don't you know how alluring your movements are?"
"Take your hand away, get out of here! Your father's still home. What's the rush?" My mother's face flushed slightly. Feeling my hot breath on her ear, she became restless and aroused, a strange thrill stirring within her. Especially the playful hand on her buttocks; her genitals were shamefully wet. She wanted to cover her blushing face, but the thought of her husband at home, her son shielding her in such a shameful position, offering his incestuous advances, brought a sudden clarity. She jolted awake, turning to look at me with a hint of anger.
If I couldn't even handle this negligible anger from my mother, how could I possibly conquer her?
I naturally ignored the anger on my mother's face, instead staring intently into her beautiful eyes: "Then tell me, Mom, did you wear anything today?" As I spoke, I gradually increased the pressure in my hand, but one hand was no match for my mother's plump buttocks. Before I knew it, it was deeply embedded within, making me never want to pull it out. However, I still preferred the alluring fleshy feel and elasticity of my hand as my mother's buttocks rose and fell. So, I alternated between applying pressure and relaxing, making my mother's buttocks like a fleshy spring, constantly compressing and bouncing, like a few balloons being squeezed and kneaded by a child. Unfortunately, we were still wearing pajama pants, and for a moment I had the urge to slip my hand inside her pajama pants, but I resisted.
Unexpectedly, under the kneading of my palm, my mother suddenly let out a moan. Hearing that long, drawn-out "Mmm~," as if it came from ancient times and lingered, I almost couldn't hold back and ejaculated. What an alluring enchantress! I never imagined my mother's buttocks were so sensitive!
Mom seemed startled by her own groan, struggling to break free of my grasp. She stammered, "I...I'm wearing it! Can't you tell? I...I'm much bigger than usual! You're so annoying! Take your hands off me, your dad's about to get up! Hurry up, be good!" Mom felt aroused by her son's touch and began to panic, realizing how absurd she was. Her roles as mother, wife, and teacher constantly reminded her of how shameful her feelings were.
Hearing Mom's words, I finally looked at her chest. Although her clothes were buttoned up, her large breasts didn't escape my notice. They were different from before. Mom, to avoid suspicion, wasn't one to casually display her breasts; she usually wore bras that were too small. Now, her ample breasts, encased in a well-fitting bra, appeared even fuller, rounder, and more dazzling. At that moment, I wanted to strip Mom's pajamas off, my penis throbbing uncontrollably. Feeling the increasingly restless writhing of the full, delicate body in my arms, I suddenly had another idea.
I smirked, but my hands didn't stop because of my mother's words. Instead, I pressed my genitals against her buttocks with even more force. The moment my penis touched her deep cleft, it felt like it had found its home, and it started rubbing itself involuntarily.
"Mom, you haven't helped me for a week. Can you help me come today?" I tried to push my penis deeper, but because of my pajama pants, I couldn't go any further, which frustrated me.
My mother felt the movement of my genitals, and her face immediately showed fear. She struggled even more violently, trying to turn around and push me away with both hands: "Quickly, take that away, be good." Because I've never lacked nutrition since childhood and have good genes, my body is quite robust. With my nearly 1.8-meter height restraining her, my mother couldn't move. She could only turn her head, frantically enduring the indecent friction from my genitals, while pitifully looking at me for help. But I clearly saw a trace of longing in her anxious, tense, uneasy, fearful, and resistant eyes, though it quickly disappeared. I couldn't help but shake my head. It must be because I haven't been sleeping enough lately, and my eyes are starting to hallucinate.
Just as I was staring blankly into my mother's eyes, suddenly the sound of the bedroom door opening came from the living room. My mother and I were both startled.
Just as I was about to use this opportunity to threaten her a bit more, my mother spoke first, saying, "Let go quickly, I promise you. Hurry up, your dad's coming out." Having received a positive response, I naturally let go. To be honest, I was terrified when I heard the door open. If my mother had been more resolute and refused, I would have had no choice but to let go. Seriously, if my father found out I was being so indecent with my mother, what would happen? He'd probably beat me to death, or at least skin me alive, and I'd be out of the picture. Thankfully, in this power struggle between mother and son, my mother gave in first, preventing today's plan from falling through.
I peeked out and saw Dad was still washing up in the bathroom. Taking the opportunity, I quietly slipped back to my room, lay on the bed, and inhaled the lingering scent on my fingertips. With my other hand, I started stroking my swollen penis. To last longer later, I had to masturbate first to reduce the stimulation from Mom. As I stroked it, I couldn't help but recall Mom's flustered expression earlier. Suddenly, I realized she seemed to have a particular fear of Dad. I narrowed my eyes.
Soon, Mom finished making breakfast. At the table, naturally, I turned away from Dad, who was reading the newspaper, and stretched my leg over Mom's lap, sliding it back and forth, teasing her. Mom's face flushed slightly, her pearly teeth chewing the rice grains vigorously, but she didn't dare make a sound. Her shy appearance was exactly like a resentful little wife. Hmph, sooner or later I'll make you cooperate willingly.
After Dad finished eating and tidied up, he prepared to leave. Before leaving, he reminded me that with exams approaching, I should work hard and try to make a breakthrough in my studies. Indeed, my current grades were around fifth in the class, so "breakthrough" was the only way to describe it.
Watching Mom carefully tidying Dad's clothes by the door, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. But then I remembered he was my father, and Mom was his lawfully wedded wife, and I chuckled at my own inexplicable jealousy and shook my head.
Once Mom was back at the table, I brazenly stared at her face. She quickly noticed my gaze, glared at me fiercely, and then, as if in retaliation, kicked me hard under the table. I cried out, instinctively bending over to clutch my foot in pain. But that kick was worth it for my frivolous behavior towards Mom that morning.
Mom realized she had really kicked too hard, and her eyes showed concern. However, remembering what I had done to her that morning, she hardened her heart, lowered her head to eat, and ignored my pain. "You naughty son, all you do is bully your mother! I'll kick you to death!" Mom thought to herself, feeling a bit better afterward. Then, remembering the heat on her bottom that morning, her body involuntarily trembled again. Realizing her lapse in composure, she looked up at me, still in pain and oblivious to her embarrassment, and finally let out a long sigh. She gripped her chopsticks tightly, cursing herself inwardly.
After a while, feeling the pain in her foot lessen, I resumed my playful grin, staring at Mom's nightgown, which was stretched taut by her breasts, and asked, "Mom, what about what we agreed on this morning?" Mom felt the burning gaze on her chest and unconsciously pulled her clothes down a little, making her beautiful breasts even more prominent before my eyes. I immediately swallowed hard; they were such a feast for the eyes.
Under the table, I got kicked by my mother again, but this time much less forcefully: "Are you in such a hurry to die? Can't you clean up after we finish eating?!" Of course I could! I quickly replied, "Okay, okay, Mom, I'll do whatever you say." My mother looked at my impatient, lecherous expression, and thought about how she had actually agreed to let her son see her body today. Although she was still wearing underwear, she was practically naked... and she was even going to help him with that kind of thing. She couldn't help but wonder what had possessed her. Perhaps she was spoiling him too much. My mother shook her head.
Of course, I had no idea what my mother was thinking. Looking at her increasingly flushed face, I was completely bewildered. But seeing that she had spilled porridge on her face, I still kindly reminded her, which earned me a shy and angry scolding from her. I
ate breakfast very slowly today, and I even suspected that my mother was deliberately delaying. But I had a whole day to spend alone with my mother, so I wasn't in a hurry.
Finally, Mom finished eating and went to the kitchen to clear the dishes. I waited a while longer, and seeing that it was almost time, I sneaked into the kitchen and hugged Mom tightly. Mom was startled, and almost dropped the bowl. I remembered the last time Mom was startled, she patted her chest. I grinned wickedly and patted Mom's chest, saying, "Mom, don't be afraid." Mom was so embarrassed that she tried to stomp her foot at me and slap my hand, but I dodged her every time. Finally, unable to move, Mom could only give up and said weakly, "There are still two bowls left, can you wait a little longer?" Seeing Mom's helpless look, my gaze softened. I nuzzled my head against Mom's shoulder and affectionately touched Mom's ear, saying, "Okay, Mom, your breasts are really big!" After patting Mom's chest, I didn't stop. Instead, I began to boldly cover Mom's breasts with my hands and gently press them. The softness that one hand couldn't fully grasp made me feel a little lightheaded. Even through the clothes, I could feel a kind of invasive pleasure.
"Ah!" Feeling the pressure on my feet, I pulled back a little, but I didn't remove my hands. "Mom, don't move, I'll just hold you like this while I wash the dishes. Mom, do you know, you look beautiful even when you're washing dishes!" Mom really did look beautiful while washing dishes. Her beauty and extraordinary temperament always made her do something very mundane in a way that felt so elegant and refined. At this moment, Mom made me feel warm and serene. At this moment, Mom belonged to me alone, and I secretly resolved that Mom would always belong to me alone. Thinking this, I hugged Mom even tighter, and my hands sank deeper into Mom's plump breasts.
Mom felt the strength in my hands and seemed to enjoy the warmth of the moment, but then felt it was inappropriate. Her face flushed as she said, "Little thing, take your hands away, are you trying to strangle me? You always say such sweet things to coax me." "Mom, you're really biting the hand that feeds you. I'm sincerely praising you. Mom really is beautiful no matter what you do." I didn't miss any opportunity to praise Mom, but I didn't let go of her hands, and Mom didn't object again.
My mother's face flushed even more. My words were clearly quite accurate; I guessed my mother rarely received such praise from my father.
"Who are you calling a dog?" my mother suddenly asked, displeased.
"Of course I'm talking about Mom. Mom is a female dog who gave birth to me, this little dog," I said, my voice trembling slightly as I smelled the fragrance of her hair.
Sure enough, my mother immediately objected, stomping her foot accurately on mine. "You're talking nonsense! You can't expect anything nice to come out of a dog's mouth!" "Ouch!" I cried out in pain, but I persisted, "Mom, you see, you called me a dog, so aren't you a female dog?" Hearing my words, my mother was speechless for a moment, only able to reveal a little girl's expression: "You dare to bully your mother? I don't want to talk to you anymore." Her eyes even welled up with tears.
See, this wasn't a conversation between mother and son; it was more like the playful banter of a young couple deeply in love. I savored the inexplicable allure of the kitchen, and a pang of heartache shot through me when I saw the tears welling in my mother's eyes . My mouth didn't stop, though:
"Mom, I'm sorry, I was just joking. You won't really be angry with me, will you?" Then, for the first time, I kissed my mother's eyes, trying to dispel the tears.
But the kiss only made the tears well up and roll down her cheeks. I panicked; this was completely unexpected.
I hurriedly apologized, "Mom, I'm so sorry, so sorry. Please don't cry. I won't say anything more, okay?" I didn't dare hug her anymore, looking at her anxiously. "Mom, if you don't like me kissing you, I won't. Please don't cry, I'm so scared." I tried everything to comfort her, but only a few weak words came to mind. Although I wanted her, I didn't want to force her. I wanted her to give herself to me willingly, but her current state was completely beyond my control, leaving me utterly helpless.
To my surprise, Mom smiled through her tears after hearing my words of comfort. "Silly Tian, Mom isn't mad at you," she said, gently stroking my temple.
I was stunned by her tenderness, completely bewildered. "Then why did you cry just now, Mom?" I asked. Mom blushed slightly and turned away like a little girl. "I won't tell you." I knew she really wasn't mad at me, so I boldly hugged her. "Just tell me, Mom!" But she wouldn't have it. She ignored me and continued washing the dishes.
I was glad she was alright and didn't press the matter. Just when I thought it was all over, Mom said something that left my mind blank: "Give me another kiss." "Huh?" I couldn't believe Mom would actually ask for a kiss. I didn't believe my kiss had any magic, like a prince in a fairy tale waking a princess instantly. Mom wasn't like a heroine in a drama, instantly captivated by a handsome man's kiss. To be honest, I was completely bewildered. It all seemed so out of the blue.
To my surprise, Mom patiently repeated in a barely audible voice, "Kiss me again..." Yes, things happened so illogically, happiness arrived so unexpectedly. Listening to Mom's dreamlike voice with her head slightly lowered, I couldn't see her expression, but I didn't hesitate any longer. I turned Mom around and kissed her alluring little mouth. I knew that in novels, men and women exchange saliva when they kiss, so I stuck out my tongue and put it in Mom's mouth. But Mom's pearly teeth were tightly clenched. Mom asked me to kiss her, so why wasn't she reacting at all?
I opened my eyes in confusion and found Mom staring at me with wide eyes and an incredulous expression. When she saw me open my eyes, she pushed me away without saying a word: "You little rascal, I gave you my eyes, but who asked you to kiss me?" Mom stamped her foot, her face flushed. Only then did I realize that I had misunderstood. Savoring the smoothness of Mom's little mouth and the sweetness of her pearly teeth, I couldn't help but want to try again, but I still didn't dare to offend Mom again.
A little embarrassed, I scratched my head and said, "Mom, shall we do it again?" I looked at her nervously.
Mom turned around, leaving me with an irresistible back view: "No way, you ruined the mood. I have to wash the dishes, stop messing around." Mom verbally refused, but I instinctively felt that another kiss wouldn't hurt, and I should take the initiative. So I went up and hugged Mom again, lowered my head and gently kissed her eyelids. Mom didn't refuse, and I felt confident. I boldly stuck out my tongue and carefully licked Mom's eyes.
"Don't move around, it tickles! It's all saliva, isn't it disgusting?" I could tell that Mom didn't want me to leave. Instead, she gave me a shy smile. Perhaps she was really ticklish, or perhaps it was a kind of happiness I couldn't understand. But that smile was so beautiful, so beautiful that I only remember seeing it once, so beautiful that I had no desire left, so beautiful that I just wanted to hold Mom like that forever.
"Okay, stop kissing, you can't see anymore. There's still one bowl left, let me wash it... Aren't you hot after hugging me for so long?" Hearing my mother's words, I came back to my senses, and I felt that the bond between us had deepened considerably.
Feeling the warmth in her arms again, my body felt an irresistible urge. I whispered in my mother's ear,
"Even if Mom is a furnace, I'll still hug you like this, hug you like this for the rest of my life." "For the rest of your life? If you find a girlfriend later, will you still hug Mom like this and spend the rest of your life with your girlfriend... Ah!" I didn't notice that my mother's eyes were somewhat dazed at this moment. I only saw that she dropped the last bowl in her hand, and I couldn't wait to pull my mother to the living room. As we walked, I said to my mother, "Then Mom, will you be my girlfriend?" "Pah, no manners." But I could tell that my mother was somewhat happy.
My mother probably realized what I wanted to do by pulling her to the living room so hastily, and her face lowered unnaturally, not wanting to look at me anymore.
The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became a little awkward. Seeing that Mom had no intention of speaking or making the first move, I, as a man, felt obligated to take the initiative: "Mom, okay, take it off..." "Ah!" Mom seemed a little dazed, then snapped back to reality.
I pointed to her chest, then to her pajamas.
Mom immediately understood, her face flushed red, and she began to fidget like a girl experiencing her first love. After a long pause, she finally spoke, "Let's go to your room, I don't want to be here..." "Okay." I replied, ignoring her reaction, and scooped up Mom, whose body was slender except for her breasts and bottom, carrying her to my room. Naturally, Mom screamed repeatedly along the way. Once
inside, amidst her screams, I tossed her onto my bed. The next move, according to the script, should have been a tiger pouncing on its prey, but I didn't.
I gently braced myself against the bed, pressing my chest down to the level of my mother's nipples, intentionally rubbing downwards. Looking into her slightly flustered eyes, I said, "Mom, do you want me to help you undress?" Seeing my hand about to move, she quickly pushed me away, saying, "No, I can do it myself. You, you go close the door, close the door." I could tell my mother was very nervous. Even though it was safe, perhaps closing the door would give her more security. Without further hesitation, I went to close my bedroom door. Just as I was about to turn around, I heard my mother say, "Don't turn around!" Women are sometimes like that; even when they're about to be seen naked by the man in front of them, they still want to maintain their composure.
After waiting for a while, I couldn't resist any longer and secretly turned my head away.
What came into view was my mother, her face flushed, her loose hair cascading over her rounded shoulders, her hands tightly clutching her untouched breasts. The pressure from her hands made her breasts seem to want to escape her thin bra; their plump allure was indescribable. Was this the charm of a mature woman? I was stunned
.
My mother gave me a reproachful look, pouting slightly, and said, "I knew you were a little pervert! I hadn't even told you to turn around yet!" I looked innocent: "Mom, you broke your promise first. You told me to turn around and didn't call me for ages. It was obvious you didn't want me to see." "Hmph, I just wanted to test your willpower. I didn't expect you to be so weak-willed. You'll be a pervert from now on!" "Then I'll only be perverted by Mom for the rest of my life." I slowly walked towards my mother. She tried to back away, a little embarrassed, but found herself pushed against the headboard.
To ease her embarrassment, Mom could only try to banter with me: "Who cares about you? If you're only interested in Mom, well, you're being lecherous. Then you'll never find a girlfriend! Our family line will die out!" Mom said it with difficulty. Die out
? Well… but I didn't dare say it aloud.
"I said I wanted Mom to be my girlfriend…"
"Don't be so disrespectful." Mom rolled her eyes at me.
I looked at Mom's half-naked body; we looked like we were of different ages… "Mom, can you take your hands off my chest?" I looked at Mom's hands, which were tightly clutching her chest.
Mom ignored me, her eyebrows lowered, remaining motionless for a long time. I could see that Mom still had too much pride and reserve, and her worldly status made her instinctively feel that what we were doing was immoral. I knew I had to take the initiative and slowly break down the shackles in her mind.
I went to my mother's side. Despite the sweltering heat, I could clearly feel her trembling slightly. She was a wife, a mother, a teacher—how could she cooperate with her son in such a thing? Yet, she had promised him… My mother was torn.
I leaned down and gently opened her hands. She looked up at me, somewhat resistant. I met her gaze firmly and whispered in her ear, "Mom, you can't lie. You can't break your promise. Mom always told me to be an honest child." "Mom, I've already touched you there, haven't I? Letting me see won't hurt. Besides, your son is just admiring them, not doing anything to them. Come on, relax." My persuasive words struck at her heart. She thought: That's right… I've already touched them, what's wrong with just looking? And it's for my son… to admire, not for a stranger. It's alright, Huixin.
Gradually, she convinced herself, and her hands slowly relaxed. I easily opened her hands.
Without Mom's hands to cover them, her two plump breasts bounced up in her bra, making my eyes water and my saliva involuntarily increase, forcing me to swallow repeatedly.
Mom, seeing my lecherous look, quickly looked away, her face flushed with embarrassment.
But I soon became dissatisfied, because Mom was wearing a pure white full-coverage bra, as conservative as it gets. Her entire beautiful breasts were almost completely hidden inside, with only a few glimpses of flesh showing, etched into the bra. Although it wasn't a push-up bra, Mom's firm, full breasts still managed to create a deep cleavage on their own.
"Mom, your breasts are so beautiful. It's such a shame Dad doesn't have any taste. But Mom said she'd wear something sexy!" I asked, dissatisfied.
"You should be content. It wasn't easy finding this set."
Mom seemed to have gotten used to the atmosphere. Her face flushed even more after hearing my praise. Thinking about her husband's neglect and even dissatisfaction with her body, she felt a little sad. Hearing her son's affirmation made her happier than ever before. However, she still turned her head and glared at me. She hadn't exposed herself to a man so shamefully many times, even if it was... "Hmm? Mom said she found a set, could it be Mom's underwear...?" My gaze moved downwards.
Mom couldn't help but punch me with her small fist: "You wish! Keep your little thoughts to yourself." I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when I looked at Mom's tight pants. Disappointed as I was, I was actually quite satisfied with this. There was something more important to do next.
Before Mom could react, I pulled down my pants and held my penis in front of her: "Mom, it's time to help me." Mom looked at the large penis so close to her and smelled the overwhelming masculine scent. She couldn't help but feel agitated and turned her head away.
I knew Mom wasn't completely open yet, but I wasn't in a hurry. I continued, "Mom, sit up, it's hard to do it like this." Although Mom ignored me, she obediently sat up, turning her face to the side, unaware that this resistance only fueled a man's desire to conquer.
I didn't say anything more, but instead reached out and took Mom's hand, slowly guiding it to my penis. Mom's hand on my penis didn't pull away, but it didn't move either; it really needed some training.
However, I liked this commanding sense of conquest, so I reminded her at the right moment, "Mom, move it." The shy, beautiful woman, looking at the fiery erection before her, finally began to slowly stroke it, her eyes no longer wandering. After a few tentative attempts, she began to focus intently on my penis. After all, we had already had some experience, and now we were familiar with each other.
Looking at the still-growing penis in her hand, the mother couldn't help but tremble. She was doing this for her son again! She was a teacher, standing on the podium educating students—it was utterly shameful. But it was all Tian Tian's fault; she wanted to resist, but she had already agreed… The mother mentally justified herself, feeling less repulsed by this immoral behavior. After all, it wasn't the first time; a few more times wouldn't hurt. Speaking of which, Tian Tian's penis was so big, much bigger than her husband's, and he was just a child… Thinking of this, the mother felt a little fluid flowing from her genitals. Ugh, Hui Xin, are you really that lewd? Doing this for your son and getting wet down there, it's so embarrassing! But Tian Tian's smell was quite nice; shouldn't a man's penis smell bad, especially since he's just a child… Thinking this, she even took a deep sniff.
Lost in her own thoughts, Mom didn't notice for a long time that my hand had already slipped inside her bra and was gently kneading her breasts. The tingling sensation on her nipples instantly sent a jolt through her body, and she trembled involuntarily. She said softly, "Tian Tian, don't touch Mom like that, take your hand away..." "Mom, I've already touched all your breasts, one more won't hurt." I didn't remove my hand; instead, I used even more force. Faced with such a pair of large yet firm breasts, I couldn't find any reason not to caress them properly.
My mother stretched out one hand to stop me, but her other hand didn't let go of my penis. However, one hand could block the left side, but not the right side; it could block the top, but not the bottom. In the end, my mother had no choice but to give up and let me violate her breasts.
My purpose, of course, wasn't just that. I secretly reached behind her and, before my mother could react, unhooked her bra. Then I ripped off her shoulder straps, and the bra hung on her arm as she raised her right hand, adding a touch of eroticism to the scene. What finally escaped the bra and breathed fresh air were a pair of absolutely stunning breasts, plump and round, a bold stroke against my mother's slender body. The two mounds, too large to be grasped with one hand, were full of milky moisture, yet also seemed to bear the weight of history. On the snow-white flesh, there were dots of innocent pink, like those of a young girl. The areolas, of moderate size, had slightly erect nipples, and the entire breasts were perched upwards with an astonishing curve and resilience, like a spoiled child pouting.
Seeing such a beautiful sight, I was stunned for a moment, but my male instincts made me reach out and grab them. The beauty of a woman is meant to be defiled by men, and thinking this, I couldn't help but increase the pressure on my hands.
Mom seemed to only then realize what was happening, feeling the pain in her breasts. She let out a startled cry, released my penis, and retreated while still clutching her large breasts, her bra hanging loosely on her chest. Her eyes were filled with pitiful pain, as if she had been violated by a bad uncle.
Looking at this beautiful flesh before me, my eyes already reddening, I wasn't about to let her escape. I stepped forward, grabbed one of Mom's hands, and forcefully pulled it back onto my penis: "Mom, this is much more convenient. With a bra in between, I had to worry about ruining it and hurting you. This way, there's no obstacle. Let your son see, not some outsider, right? It's all in the family!" As I spoke, my hand climbed back up to Mom's large breasts.
"Ah, be gentle, it hurts!" Mom's face showed pain, but her eyes began to glaze over. "It's precisely because you're my son that you can't do this. How can you treat your mother like this?" I didn't answer her, but instead asked, "Can Mom do this in front of other people?" Mom's body visibly trembled, and even though she recovered quickly, I still noticed it clearly. I knew what this meant; her eyes were filled with pain and coldness.
"Of course not, I..." Faced with my question, Mom felt an unprecedented tension. A person appeared in her mind, but she had never taken off her clothes in front of him. Suddenly, she felt confident. "I can only do this in front of your father..." Looking at Mom beneath me, I didn't hate her, but I unconsciously felt some resentment and confusion about her behavior. I also felt that Mom had deceived me, but I didn't want this to ruin my conquest of Mom today. I firmly believed that I would take Mom back and possess her completely.
"Move your hand." Under my probing, Mom seemed unusually obedient, and under my almost commanding tone, she began to move as if in a trance.
I removed one of my mother's hands from her chest: "Take off your bra." Although I also wanted to tease my mother while she wore her bra, I was more interested in knowing her reaction.
Although my mother seemed reluctant after regaining her senses, under my firm gaze, and remembering some things she had been thinking about, she finally let go of my hand and released my penis, allowing the bra to slip completely off. This meant that my mother's breasts were beginning to open up to me.
Naturally, I didn't hesitate to use both hands, grabbing one breast in each hand, feeling the smooth, milky texture, plump yet not greasy, and these were my mother's secret forbidden zone. I was momentarily intoxicated.
Seeing my mother's embarrassed posture under her son's caresses, I became even more playful. As if reminding my mother, I used my hand to support the bottom of her plump breasts and weigh them. They were indeed quite heavy; I wondered if my mother would get tired walking.
"Mom, it's so heavy!"
Seeing my mother's embarrassed expression, I stopped teasing her. Too much of a good thing can be bad, and I was going to destroy her self-esteem little by little. I grabbed my mother's breasts and increased the pressure in my hands, watching her breasts, which looked like two white clouds, change shape at will in my hands.
Mom felt the pain in her breasts, and the tingling sensation that symbolized pleasure. She wanted to cry out, but remembering her place, she forcefully suppressed it. In the face of sex, women seem to have an innate vulnerability. Mom looked up at me pleadingly, "Tian Tian, don't, don't be so rough. If you leave marks, your dad will find out..." I was startled by Mom's words. I had been so engrossed in playing with Mom's beautiful breasts that I had forgotten about Dad's presence. If Dad found out, it would be terrible. My grip loosened slightly, but the thought of Dad enjoying this beautiful flesh every day ignited a nameless fire within me. My hands then grabbed Mom's tender nipples and rubbed them forcefully in a defiant manner. With her son wantonly rubbing such a sensitive spot like her nipples, and with such force, Mom finally couldn't help but cry out.
"Does Mom have to be intimate with Dad every night?" I met Mom's reproachful gaze without flinching.
"No, I... I didn't know him..." The mother blushed instantly at the thought of discussing marital sex in front of her son. She hadn't expected her son to already understand adult matters, and she involuntarily tightened her legs.
"Dad's so lucky, having a beauty like Mom warm his bed every day." Of course, in this hot weather, it should be called "relieving pent-up desire," I said the word "lucky" with a strong hint of jealousy.
The mother lowered her head and ignored me.
I didn't want to dwell on this anymore, and for a moment, we fell silent. Only the soft sounds of her hand stroking herself and the sounds of us swallowing were heard. Of course, if her breasts could make a sound, it would be the most beautiful sound I had produced. Suddenly, I
felt the urge to ejaculate, and I quickly shifted my attention, remembering what Wang Qiang had told me yesterday about the first-year high school girl and the second-year high school boy, so I asked the mother about it.
To my surprise, my mother's reaction was much more intense. She berated the boy fiercely: "That girl is only a first-year high school student! How could that second-year boy be such a beast? What will become of her in the future?" Seeing my mother's unusual anger, as if her daughter had been caught having sex, I was stunned and didn't know what to say.
After a while, my mother suddenly looked up and asked, "Tian Tian, if I did something that would hurt you and your father, would you blame me?" I was somewhat surprised by my mother's question. Although I knew she must have a secret, I didn't know what to say for a moment. Yes, even if I knew the truth, my mother was still my mother. Would I blame her? I felt an instinctive unease about the unknown.
I said somewhat awkwardly, "Mom, what are you saying..."
Seeing my shifting expression, Mom seemed a little disappointed. "Ah, I was just asking." Looking at Mom's pitiful appearance, like a little girl who had lost her doll, I was instantly filled with a protective instinct. No matter what, I would take Mom back to my side and cherish her. That man deserved his punishment; Mom wasn't the woman he should have slept with, I thought coldly, but outwardly I still smiled, reluctantly reaching out to stroke Mom's head. "Of course, Tian Tian won't blame Mom. No matter what Mom did, you'll always be my most beloved Mom in my heart." Mom, who had just lowered her head, raised it again, her eyes moist. She reached out her other hand to hold my waist and moved closer to me. The warm breath from her slightly parted lips landed on my penis, giving me an urge to shove it into her mouth.
"Thank you, Tian Tian." Mom seemed to sense the agitation of my penis and lowered her head again.
"Since Mom wants to thank me, then tell me if Mom changed her underwear today?" Of course, I wanted to take more territory from Mom.
After hesitating for a while, Mom finally mustered up the courage to nod.
I was instantly thrilled. Mom had even changed her bra and underwear specifically for me! How could I not be excited? I now firmly believed that I held a very high place in Mom's heart.
I stroked Mom's smooth back and said gently, "Mom is so good to Tiantian. I will love you for the rest of my life." "What nonsense are you talking about?" I couldn't see Mom's expression.
"Mom, from now on, when Dad's not home, can you dress like this?" I continued to coax. If Mom could dress according to my wishes, I believed she would feel closer to me.
Mom felt like she was under a spell today. Not only had she taken off her top to help her son masturbate, but she was also being played with by his hands. However, she couldn't feel any objection to her son's request. Instead, she seemed to be looking forward to it. Perhaps to compensate her son, Mom finally gave a barely audible "hmm," which was her agreement.
With Mom's affirmation, I felt like I was about to explode. A woman's willingness to dress for you symbolizes a kind of conquest, a sign that she cares about your feelings. I felt the urge to ejaculate growing stronger.
"Mom, like last time, let me lie on top of you, okay? I'm going to cum!" I started pushing Mom's shoulders.
Thinking of the spot I had pinched until it was bright red last time, Mom felt incredibly shy, but she still lay down on the bed with me:
"Be gentle, you made me all red last time..."
"Okay, Mom, don't use your hands, I'll do it myself."
Mom was still wondering when she felt me place my hard penis between her legs and start thrusting. This position was very close to having sex. Mom felt uncomfortable but didn't know how to refuse, so she just stared blankly as I moved up and down on her body.
"Mom, squeeze your legs together."
"Okay." Mom responded instinctively, then tried to bury herself in the floor.
"Mom, lift your butt up a bit." Mom
thought I just wanted to go deeper, and since we were already like this, she felt an uncontrollable excitement from the friction in her genitals. After hesitating for a moment, she used her waist to lift her butt.
But my intentions were not so simple. I suddenly reached my hand into Mom's pajama pants from behind, but I don't know if Mom's butt was too big or her underwear was too small, but the underwear was so tight that I couldn't get it in for a moment.
"Ah!" Mom felt the movement of her hips and immediately became restless. "No, Tiantian, don't put it in, okay?" Seeing Mom's tearful eyes, I didn't force my way into her underwear. "Mom, it's okay, there's still underwear between us, this way I can go faster." Seeing that I didn't make any further moves, Mom's heart relaxed a lot. I pressed my whole body against Mom and breathed into her ear, saying, "Mom, your butt is so big, so much flesh, it's so fat, it feels so good to touch, Dad is so lucky to be able to play with such a perfect butt every day." I started to try to say some lewd words, and after saying them, I wanted to squeeze it hard a couple of times, but Mom noticed my intention.
Mom hurriedly pushed me away and said, "No, you can't squeeze it, it'll turn red. He's not like you, he doesn't like it..." Mom's face was almost bleeding.
"Then from now on, let me like Mom's fat butt, okay?" Unexpectedly, Mom, whose eyes were red with embarrassment, nodded directly and simply, which surprised me. I knew she hadn't noticed my adjectives.
I moved my mouth to the corner of my mother's eye: "Mom won't let me pinch, but let me just tease it." As I spoke, I moved my hand to my mother's anus and began to slide it, then gently teased the indentation of her panties.
My mother's anus was stimulated, and she suddenly hugged me tightly, straightening her body, her large breasts pressed directly against my chest. Feeling the elasticity of her breasts after they deformed was incredibly pleasurable.
"Ah, Tiantian, stop! You bad son, you little rascal, how can you touch Mom there? Take it away... Ah, take your hand away... It hurts so much..." "Mom, Tiantian isn't small!" I said, poking my penis against my mother's vulva.
"Ah, you bad boy, take it away... How could you use that to poke Mom..." I didn't know if my mother was telling me to take my hand away or my penis away, but I continued moving as before. Actually, although my mother said to take it away, her body seemed to hug me even tighter, her legs clamping tightly together, and the feeling of ejaculation suddenly surged through me.
I pressed a few fingers against my mother's anus, feeling my middle finger sinking deep inside. Then I broke free from her embrace and, under her bewildered gaze, for the first time since weaning, I held her nipple. As my other hand kneaded her breast and my mouth sucked hard on her nipple, the strange sensations in her anus and vagina assaulted her simultaneously. My mother finally moaned, a soul-stirring "Mmm~". I couldn't take the stimulation any longer, and a stream of semen sprayed onto my mother's mysterious opening. Even through my pants, it was enough to excite me for a long time.
I lay on top of my mother for a while. My mother finally realized I had ejaculated and felt the strange sensation in her nipple. She angrily pushed my head away, saw the line of saliva between my mouth and her nipple, and could no longer contain her endless shyness. She pushed me away again, but in a flash, I had another idea. I pulled my mother, who was about to run away, onto my lap: "Mom, can we do this again?" "No." My mother refused as expected.
And I was determined to tear down her dignity: "If it's not good, I won't let you leave." Saying this, I hugged her even tighter. "Okay?" Mom looked at my persistent attitude, her face flushed with embarrassment: "Let go of me..." This time, Mom didn't refuse. I figured it was unlikely I'd get a direct agreement, so I said again, "Mom, not refusing means you agree, right?" Mom naturally only said "Let go," but her tone softened considerably. I was overjoyed. I released Mom and watched her run into the bathroom, not coming out for a long time. My smile deepened; my good days were not far off.
Lying in bed, thinking of Mom's beautiful body, smelling the scent of her breasts on my fingertips, and the slightly fragrant smell of her anus from being kept clean, my penis, which had just softened, immediately became erect again.
While stroking it, I inadvertently thought of Mom's words earlier that day. I unconsciously gripped my already hard glans, thinking to myself, "Next week I must find evidence that only I can penetrate Mom's vagina!" Thinking of the allure of Mom's black lower body, the soft, enveloping feeling, my penis grew even larger.
[The End]

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