My mother's deep love for me

Life went on peacefully, and I was too busy with my studies to see him. When my mother heard this, she wasn't upset at all, only reminding me to focus on my studies and that I could spend more time with him during the holidays. At that moment, my mother was like a young girl in love, completely oblivious to everything else.
Time passed day by day. Although I didn't see my mother again during this time, our feelings for each other grew stronger through text messages and phone calls. Now, I could clearly feel my mother's deep love for me over the phone.
I also constantly teased my mother on the phone, and she had long since gotten used to me calling her "wife" on the phone, and whenever that happened, she would gently call me "husband." I also continued to tease my mother with words, saying some lewd things. Each time, I could see her blushing face through the security camera, but she was gradually getting used to it all.
She would also use obscene language to please me. I noticed that through these repeated teasings, my mother had become somewhat sexually frustrated. After all, she hadn't had sex for a while, and she hadn't had a chance to release her desires.
Of course, being a traditional and conservative woman, my mother didn't use masturbation to satisfy her desires either.
After discovering this, I began to look forward to how my mother would react when my father asked for sex. After all, this would be the best opportunity to test my mother's feelings for me. Judging from her accumulated desires, she was very eager for sex. If she still refused my father's advances at this time, it would further prove that she was obedient to me, which would be of great help to me in doing even more outrageous things to my mother in the future.
However, during this period, I don't know if my father was too busy with work or for some other reason, but he still didn't ask my mother for sex. This surprised me a lot, because given my father's age, he should also have this need. However, I wasn't in a hurry, because I believed that sooner or later my father would make this request to my mother.
However, seeing my mother's growing attachment to Zhang Feng, I felt a deep unease. I worried that if things continued this way, she might become indifferent to my feelings and reserve her heart entirely for her little lover.
Therefore, I behaved very obediently during this time, constantly seeking opportunities to spend time with my mother to solidify my position in her heart.
At the same time, I even unusually helped my mother with housework. While she was cooking, I would offer to hold her hands, which surprised her, but she still accepted my kindness.
While helping her with chores, I would occasionally flirt with her, intentionally or unintentionally touching her, but she never seemed to have any other thoughts, simply believing it was her son expressing his love for her. After this happened once or twice, my mother seemed to get used to it.
One day, while I was helping my mother wash vegetables, I deliberately pretended to trip and fall. My mother quickly dropped what she was doing to help me, and I took the opportunity to touch her breast. Feeling her soft breast through her clothes, it was the first time I had ever truly touched my mother's breast. However, my mother didn't seem to notice my hand on her breast, and instead asked with concern,
"Son, are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"Ah—I'm fine, I just slipped—"
Hearing that I was alright, my mother finally breathed a sigh of relief. My hand remained on her breast until she finally noticed it. Her face flushed, and she moved a few steps away from behind me before removing my hand. Then, as if nothing had happened, she continued with her work.
I don't know what my mother felt just now; did she just think it was an accident? However, seeing that my mother wasn't angry with me, it was clear she didn't dislike my actions. She probably just thought it was a son's way of being affectionate with his mother and didn't connect it to sex. This still disappointed me greatly, because if I couldn't arouse even the slightest sexual desire in my mother, I couldn't do anything. Conversely
, if my mother was sexually interested in me, even just a little, I could use that as a breakthrough, and eventually, I would definitely achieve something. It seemed I needed to intensify my testing of my mother, see where her bottom line was, and see how to arouse her sexual interest.
Gradually, my physical contact with my mother increased. Every time this happened, my mother would laugh and say to me, "You're such a grown-up, still acting like a child with your mother, aren't you ashamed?" This made me feel deeply frustrated, but of course, I wouldn't give up easily.
That morning, my father wasn't home, and I was being affectionate with my mother as usual. My mother smiled and watched me, letting me do as I pleased.
"Mom, you're so beautiful."
My mother was startled by my sudden remark, not knowing what I was up to. But soon Mom laughed and said,
"No way, Mom's old, how could I be pretty?"
"Nonsense, Mom's still so young, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Although I emphasized the word "woman," Mom didn't seem to notice and continued.
"Really, what nonsense are you talking about so early in the morning?"
Although Mom said this, the smile on her face betrayed her. How could a woman not be happy to be praised for her beauty, even if it's her own son's praise?
"How could I not? I'm very serious."
Saying this, I deliberately put on a serious look, which amused Mom.
"Okay, okay, Mom knows. Why don't you go get ready and don't be late for school." "Don't worry, there's still plenty of time, how could I be late? Mom, can I kiss you?" Mom was a little taken aback by my sudden words. Looking at my expectant face, Mom thought that her son was probably trying to coax her, so she looked at me with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, but still nodded.
Seeing that Mom had agreed, I hugged her tightly, a happy smile spreading across my face. My smile clearly infected Mom's heart. Just then, I quickly kissed her on the lips, then let go and dashed out of the house with my schoolbag.
Mom was left standing there, stunned. She hadn't reacted immediately; she had assumed her son would kiss her on the cheek, but he had been so bold as to kiss her directly on the lips. Thinking about how she had just kissed her son, she didn't know what to do.
The warmth of my kiss still lingered on her lips. She felt her heart pounding wildly during the kiss. She didn't know why she felt this way about her son's actions, but she quickly put it out of her mind and stopped thinking about it.
At school, I kept replaying that kiss from that morning in my mind. I wondered how my bold action would make my mother feel. After all, it was extremely risky for me. If she reacted negatively or became wary of me, it would be a huge blow, making my future much more difficult.
I took this risk because I hadn't achieved anything yet. If I succeeded, it would definitely bring me closer to my mother. I spent the day in a state of extreme tension. After school, I rushed home, wanting to see my mother's reaction.
When I opened the door, I found my mother preparing dinner in the kitchen as usual. She greeted me warmly when she saw me.
"Son, you're back. Go and rest for a bit. Your dad's home for dinner too." I didn't sense anything unusual in my mother's voice. After putting down my schoolbag in my room, I went into the kitchen and started helping my mother. Seeing me help, she just smiled gently at me, saying nothing, just like always.
As I helped her, I carefully observed her expression. Finally, I got my answer: my mother didn't seem to care about what happened that morning, which reassured me. Just then, my father came home. Seeing my mother and me busy in the kitchen, a faint smile appeared on his face.
Dinner was ready quickly. I helped my mother bring the dishes to the table one by one, then called my father, who was watching TV, to eat. Hearing my words, he turned off the TV and sat down at the table.
And so, the three of us ate dinner, chatting and laughing. Mom showed no unusual expression, as if nothing had happened that morning. I didn't believe my actions that morning wouldn't have had any effect on her, so I ate while secretly observing her. But I was soon disappointed.
"Son, Dad saw you helping your mom in the kitchen." "Yes, our son is different from you. He already knows how to help me. Unlike you, you're practically never home." Hearing Mom's words, Dad couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, his face showing an awkward expression as he apologized.
"I'm sorry, honey, I've been dealing with a tricky case lately, so I haven't been able to get away. Once the case is over, I'll definitely spend some time with you and the baby." "You look so nervous. It's okay. I know you're busy at work, and I don't mean to blame you. Just be careful out there." "Okay, I know, thank you, honey." Listening to their conversation, I couldn't help but speak up.
"Mom and Dad, why are you still whispering sweet nothings during dinner? Am I being a third wheel?" "You little rascal!" Dad chuckled and scolded me after hearing what I said, while Mom seemed a little embarrassed. Since what happened last time, Mom's attitude towards Dad has changed a lot. If you didn't know the details, you wouldn't realize that beneath her outward appearance, Mom no longer cares about Dad.
Dinner ended in a cheerful atmosphere. After finishing, I put down my chopsticks and said with a smile,
"Alright, I'm going back to my room to do my homework. I won't disturb you two's sweet talk anymore." "You little rascal, you're getting more and more disrespectful, joking with your parents like that." Dad said with a smile, clearly not angry at all. Back in my room, I started analyzing the day's events. Although I couldn't tell from Mom's expression whether the other person was really affected by what happened this morning, I also didn't notice any signs of her distancing herself from me. This reassured me a bit, since the outcome wasn't bad.
However, it seems I need to test my mother further. So I decided to find an opportunity to do "that" and see how she would react. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but chuckle.
A few more days passed. That evening, Dad was still working overtime and didn't come home, leaving only Mom and me.
"Mom, I'm going to take a shower."
"You're such a grown-up, do you still need to report to your mother when you take a shower?" Mom said, sounding rather annoyed. I ignored her and went into the bathroom. This time, I deliberately didn't bring any change of clothes, intending for Mom to bring them in. I wondered what Mom would think of my naked body. I couldn't help but feel excited.
So, I slowly started showering in the bathroom, and time passed by. I calculated that it should be about time. So, I deliberately made my penis hard, because if Mom only saw my limp penis, it would probably be hard for her to feel anything. After
I finished drying myself, I made a sound.
"Mom, I forgot to bring my underwear in. Could you bring it in for me?" "Honestly, you're such a grown-up, and you're still so forgetful." After saying that, I didn't answer, but just listened quietly to the sounds outside the room. After a while, I heard my mother's footsteps approaching. Knowing that she was about to come in, I put my hand on my penis again and stroked it a few times to keep it erect.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and I saw my mother carefully walk into the bathroom. I guess she knew that I was probably naked at that moment. After entering the bathroom, she put her underwear aside and casually said,
"I put your underwear here. Hurry up and dry yourself off, be careful not to catch a cold—" After saying that, my mother suddenly stopped talking. I noticed that her eyes were staring straight at my penis. After all, it had been a long time since my mother had seen me like this since I grew up. Seeing my mother's stunned look, I pretended that nothing had happened and continued speaking.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
I said, taking a few steps closer to her.
"Ah—no—nothing—"
Mom seemed to realize her embarrassment, stammering as she fled the bathroom. In the instant she turned, I could clearly see her neck was flushed, her expression one of deep embarrassment. Seeing her awkwardness, I slowly picked up the underwear she had brought in and put it on, thinking to myself, "My plan seems to have worked. I didn't expect Mom to be so distracted by seeing my penis."
Mom hadn't had sex in a long time; I think deep down she must have longed for it, but she was subconsciously suppressing her desires with her reason.
Now, as soon as Mom left the bathroom, she pressed her hands tightly to her chest, her face turning bright red. She thought to herself, "I can't believe my son has grown up so much; I still treat him like a child." Then, remembering my penis she had just seen, her face turned even redder.
If a cock like that were inserted into my pussy, it would definitely feel so good, right? Mom herself didn't know why she was thinking that. But when she thought of this, she quickly shook her head. How could she have such inappropriate thoughts about her son? Was it because her body hadn't been satisfied for so long? Mom sighed and sat down on the sofa to watch TV, but her eyes were always wandering, showing that her mind was clearly not on the TV.
Just then, I came out of the bathroom and sat down next to Mom, saying gratefully,
"Mom, thank you so much. I was in such a hurry to take a shower that I forgot to bring my underwear." "Ah—no—it's nothing. Be careful next time. You're a grown-up, don't be so forgetful." "Okay, I know." Listening to Mom's intermittent words and the wandering look in her eyes, I knew that my plan had worked. I noticed that Mom was secretly glancing at my genitals every now and then, at my underwear that was being pushed up high by a cock. Her face turned even redder.
"Oh, Mom, why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?" I said, placing my hand on her forehead. I could clearly feel her body tremble slightly the moment my hand touched her.
"Ah—Mom's fine, just a little tired. I'll go back to my room and rest for a bit." With that, Mom stood up and fled. Seeing her panicked state, I smiled and sat on the sofa, thinking, "Finally, Mom's feeling a little strange towards me. If I'm not mistaken, her vagina should be wet by now."
After returning to my room, I waited a moment and then called Mom.
"Honey, I miss you."
Unexpectedly, Mom was so proactive today, saying things like that right away. I figured it must be related to my behavior earlier.
"Hehe, your husband missed you too. By the way, since you missed me so much, are you wet down there?" "Ugh—I won't tell you—" "Tell me, wife, your husband wants to know!"
"Yes, I am, you little rascal."
"Hehe, just thinking about your husband makes you wet."
"Hmph, if you keep teasing me, I won't talk to you anymore."
Hearing Mom's coquettish words, I couldn't help but sneer inwardly. It seems the impact I had on Mom earlier really had a huge effect on her; her pussy was wet. Of course, I knew it wasn't because Mom missed me.
It seems my plan was going very smoothly.
After that, I chatted with Mom for a while longer before hanging up. I didn't bring up the idea of meeting up with Mom, and Mom, perhaps out of modesty, didn't bring it up either. I wasn't in a hurry to see Mom right now; after all, I needed Mom to accumulate a little more desire, which would be very beneficial to my next plan.
However, when I hung up the phone, I sensed a hint of resentment in my mother's voice. I wondered if it was because I hadn't asked to see her. I thought if I had made that request, she definitely wouldn't have refused.
Time flew by, and winter break was fast approaching. Strangely, my father hadn't made any advances towards my mother. Or perhaps he had, but I hadn't noticed. Although I'm now in my final year of junior high, thanks to my intense studying in the past few months, I've completely caught up on the lessons I'd missed. I've also mastered a lot of material that wasn't covered in class due to pre-reading. I can't help but feel like I have a real talent for learning.
My grades have been very stable lately, so my parents haven't been interfering with my studies much. However, they still seem to have high expectations after each exam, and thankfully, I haven't disappointed them. This has made them even more at ease with me. They don't question anything I do anymore, giving me a lot of space to plan my own schedule.
Just as I was about to give up on figuring out whether Mom would refuse Dad's advances as planned, an unexpected opportunity arose. After dinner that day, I saw Dad whispering something to Mom, and Mom responded somewhat awkwardly. Although I couldn't hear clearly, I still caught words like "it's been a long time since we've had sex" and "making love."
I knew Dad had finally given in and was asking Mom for it. This was a perfect opportunity to test Mom's feelings for me, so to avoid disturbing them, I obediently went back to my room. After I left, Dad seemed much more relaxed; it seemed he was afraid I'd overheard something.
Back in my room, I quickly turned on the security camera. The screen showed Dad and Mom. Since I was gone, they stopped whispering. I heard Mom say to Dad...
"Honestly, I'm still busy, how can you be thinking about this kind of thing? We're an old married couple." Hearing this, Dad became embarrassed. Mom then ignored him and continued doing her chores. Seeing Mom's expression, Dad didn't say anything, turned around and went back to the bedroom. After Dad left, Mom breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of disgust flashing across her face, before she returned to normal and continued with her work.
After finishing everything, Mom took a shower and went into the bedroom. Dad saw Mom enter the room and hurriedly stood up, but Mom seemed not to see him and lay down on the bed.
"Wife—"
Mom had her back to Dad, and he leaned close to her body and whispered,
"We haven't done it in a long time, tonight—"
Mom still ignored Dad, leaving him with only her back. Seeing this, my heart tightened. After all, this was a crucial moment. Would Mom keep her promise to me? The answer was about to be revealed.
Seeing that Mom didn't react, Dad's hands began to roam over her body. Mom felt Dad's strong hands caressing her. Having not been touched like this in a long time, Mom became momentarily aroused, but quickly suppressed the surging desire.
She slapped Dad's hand away, saying irritably,
"Stop it, I'm exhausted lately. Let's talk about it later."
Seeing that Mom seemed genuinely tired, Dad didn't insist. He realized he hadn't been home much lately, leaving everything on Mom's shoulders, which was probably why she was so tired. Thinking this, Dad didn't blame Mom; on the contrary, he felt deeply sorry for his wife. It seemed he must spend more time with her after this case was over, and not let her work so hard anymore. With that thought
, Dad lay back down, ready to sleep. Seeing this, Mom looked at Dad and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Watching from the monitor, I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Mom still valued me highly. To keep her promise, she was willing to do something that might offend Dad. She even restrained her own sexual desires for my sake. Satisfied, I turned off the monitor.
The next evening, I called Mom as usual. After we told each other how much we missed each other, Mom suddenly fell silent. After a long while, she slowly said,
"My husband asked me to have sex yesterday?"
"Ah—so what did you do?"
I didn't expect Mom to bring this up. Actually, I had been planning to ask her about our promise at a suitable time, but since she brought it up herself, it saved me a lot of trouble. I pretended to be nervous and asked. Hearing my nervous voice, Mom was clearly very pleased and said,
"What? You really want to know the result?"
"Of course, my dear wife, tell me quickly."
"What if I say I did it with him?"
Mom said playfully.
"Then my husband is very sad and disappointed. My wife clearly promised me—" I paused deliberately, my voice sounding like I was about to cry. Sensing my sadness, my mother finally stopped teasing me and honestly said,
"Alright, how could I forget what I promised you? I just made up an excuse, saying I was too tired, and rejected him." "Really?" "Of course it's true, why would I lie to you?" "Wife
, I love you so much, come here and let your husband give you a good kiss." "You're so annoying—" Although my mother said this, she couldn't suppress her happy laughter.
"By the way, wife, I have my final exams soon. After the exams, I can spend more time with you, right?" "Hmph, so you know you should spend time with me? You haven't offered to see me for a while, I thought you didn't want to see me anymore." My mother said in a deliberately angry voice, but there was a hint of excitement in her words. It seems Mom really wants to see me again, but I wonder if she'll miss the taste of my cock even more then. I sneered inwardly.
"How could I? I've really just been busy studying lately, that's why—honey, you're not mad at me, are you—" "Okay, just kidding, of course I'm mad at you. Your studies are your priority." "Thank you for understanding, honey." "By the way, you'd better make up for this during winter break." "Yes, honey." Then, I heard giggling laughter from the other end of the phone. After a long while, we hung up.
For the next period of time, I used the excuse of studying hard for my final exams to stop talking to Mom. Although she was a little reluctant, she didn't say anything. After all, as a student, my studies were my priority.
My plan was that if my mom and I didn't talk on the phone for a long time, she would miss me even more. That way, when we finally met, she wouldn't be able to control her feelings for me, making it easier for me to do some inappropriate things. After all, occasionally ignoring someone only intensifies their feelings.
So, in the days that followed, I studied like a madman. My parents warned me several times not to study so hard and to take care of my health, but I paid no attention because I had my own plans.
Time flew by, and with my relentless efforts, the final exams arrived. I was full of confidence for this exam; I had mastered everything I was supposed to know, and even things I wasn't supposed to know. Under these circumstances, I couldn't think of any reason not to get a high score.
After the exam, my parents asked me how I felt. I mysteriously replied that I'd know the results soon. They just laughed and scolded me a few times for my secretive manner, but didn't say much more. After all, they had seen my hard work recently, and even if I didn't get good results this time, I believed they wouldn't say anything.
These past few days, I've noticed my mother staring at her phone whenever she has a spare moment. Several times, I stood behind her without her noticing. I knew she was waiting for Zhang Feng's call. After all, the exam was over, and he hadn't contacted her yet, which made her a little anxious. Several times, she almost called me first, but she held back at the last minute.
Seeing this, I was naturally quite pleased with myself. I decided not to contact my mother before the results were announced, deliberately keeping her waiting a few more days. I wondered if she would finally give in and contact me.
The day the results were released arrived quickly, and my mother still didn't contact me. I felt a little disappointed, but quickly let it go. The report card I received this time was nothing short of phenomenal. I can still clearly remember the astonished looks on my classmates' faces when the teacher announced the results.
But the most surprised of all was my deskmate; his mouth was practically agape. I achieved second place in my class and fifth place in the entire school. For someone who had previously hovered near the bottom, this was nothing short of a miracle. The teacher even used me as a role model, encouraging everyone to learn from me. I'm now a prime example, a symbol of a dramatic turnaround.
That evening, when I gave the report card to my mother, she was so happy she shed a few tears. The son who had once caused her so much trouble had now brought her such a wonderful surprise. The son she had almost given up hope for was now filled with anticipation. She even started thinking that I might get into the provincial top school—a thought she had never had before.
After ignoring my mother for so many days, I finally called her again.
"You jerk! The exams are over and you still haven't called me! Humph—" Mom complained as soon as she answered the phone, her voice filled with the resentment of a wronged wife.
"I'm sorry, my dear wife. I just wanted to wait until the results came out before surprising you. What if I didn't do well? How could I face you then?" "Hmph, so how did you do?" "As expected, I did well. I didn't get first place, but I got second, not by much." "Congratulations!" "Oh, right, honey, I said I'd spend time with you after the exams." "Hmph—I thought you'd forgotten—" "Hehe, how could I? Are you free this weekend, honey?" "What? I'm free, so what?" "If I'm free, I'd naturally like to spend time with you, honey. It's been so long since we've seen each other." "Hmph, at least you have some conscience. How about we meet on Saturday afternoon?" Mom said nervously, her voice trembling slightly. After all, she was about to meet the person she had been longing for, so how could she not be excited?
"Okay, then let's meet at xx, see you there!" "Hehe, okay." After agreeing on the meeting time, we talked for a while before hanging up. After hanging up, Mom couldn't help but hum a little tune excitedly. Finally, she could see the person she had been thinking about day and night again, and she radiated an unusual happiness.
Because we had agreed on a meeting time, Mom had been looking forward to it for the past few days, and a faint smile was always on her face. Seeing that Mom was completely immersed in love, I didn't say much and started planning what to do on Saturday.
Soon it was Saturday. After lunch, Mom told me that she was going shopping with her colleagues in the afternoon and told me to stay home and play by myself. Of course, I replied that I knew.
Then Mom went into the bedroom and carefully put on makeup. After a long time, she came out and saw me watching TV in the living room. She said something and left. Looking at Mom looking so beautiful, no one would believe that she had gone shopping. After Mom left, I also went into my room and started getting ready. I didn't leave the house until almost the agreed time.
When we arrived at our destination, I saw my mother standing there nervously, looking around anxiously, trying to find the person she had been longing for day and night. My mother looked absolutely stunning today, attracting frequent glances from passersby, who seemed oblivious, continuing their search quietly.
"Ah—I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting—"
"Not at all, I just got here a little while ago."
She then took my arm, and seeing her like this, the passersby cast envious glances at me.
"By the way, where do you want to go?"
Although I already had a plan in mind, I still asked for my mother's opinion.
"Wherever you say, that's fine."
My mother said, looking at me with eyes full of dependence.
"How about we go to karaoke?"
"Great! I haven't sung in ages."
So we went to a karaoke bar and booked a rather secluded room. After all, I didn't want to waste this precious time just singing with my mother.
Entering the private room, the dim lighting felt like the perfect aphrodisiac. Closing the door, I pushed my mother onto the bed. She didn't say anything, just stared at me intently.
I gently pressed my lips to hers. Feeling my breath, my warm lips, she closed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth. Our lips met tightly. As my tongue gently moved within her mouth, she finally released all her pent-up longing, responding passionately.
I felt her response was surprisingly intense; she sucked on my tongue, her breathing quickening. It seemed the neglect of the past few days had had a significant effect. Looking at her closed eyes, I smiled slightly.
Then I began to feel her passionate response. Soon, her tongue entered my mouth, swirling wildly, swallowing everything whole. And so, we kissed passionately, sucking each other's saliva without a second thought, not even considering what songs we hadn't chosen yet.
After a while, we finally separated, and I saw Mom looking at me with hazy eyes, her face filled with an indescribable happiness.
"Honey, let's choose some songs."
"Hmm?"
Hearing my suggestion, Mom obediently nodded. After I released my hands from Mom, she went straight to the song selection area and began choosing songs. She chose love songs, songs that reflected her feelings for me at that moment.
Then, one beautiful song after another flowed from my mother's lips. It was the first time I had ever sung with her, and I was amazed by how beautiful her voice was. I was completely captivated. As she sang, she came to my side, and at the climax of her song, she gazed at me tenderly and placed her hand on my body.
Only when she was tired did she hand me the microphone. I then continued singing, of course, another love song. As I sang, I couldn't help but kiss her, and she responded happily.
Soon, I felt a little tired, so I sat down beside her and pulled her into my arms. She nestled against me like a little bird, and we let the music fill the room.
"Darling, it's been so long since we've been intimate. Don't you want to be affectionate with your husband?" I said, taking her small hand and placing it on my crotch.
"You're so naughty—"
my mother said, but she still knelt down in front of me. She gently pulled out my penis, and looking at my swollen penis, Mom laughed and said,
"It's been so long since you've done it, you must be itching to, hehe." Hearing Mom's playful words and explicit language, I could hardly believe that the person in front of me was the mother I knew. However, I just nodded and said,
"Hehe, you too, wife."
Hearing me say that, Mom just rolled her eyes at me, opened her small mouth, and slowly took my penis into her mouth. I watched as Mom stroked my penis while giving me oral sex, looking up at me affectionately, as if asking if it was comfortable.
At this moment, I was already too comfortable to control myself, and I closed my eyes and moaned softly. Hearing my moans, Mom stroked even more vigorously. The man in front of her was everything to her at this moment, and making the man she loved so much comfortable was a kind of happiness for her.
While Mom was sucking my penis, she was also stimulating my testicles with her hand. I noticed that Mom's technique had improved a lot since the first time. It seemed that Mom had been studying a lot during this time, or perhaps she had an extraordinary talent for this.
"Wife, you're so amazing, you're sucking me so well."
"Hehe, feels good, right?"
Mom then spat out my penis and stroked it with her soft little hands, while the music playing in our ears served as the perfect background sound.
Mom would sometimes rub my penis with her little hands, and sometimes carefully suck it with her little mouth. Several times I almost couldn't hold back and ejaculated, but thankfully I managed to hold back. After all, we still had plenty of time today, and it would be a waste not to enjoy it properly.
"Hehe, wife, is your husband's cock tasty? You seem so happy eating it." "Mmm, it's delicious. Your husband's cock is the best." "By the way, wife, is your pussy wet?" "
Ugh, I'm not telling you—"
"Hehe, since you won't tell me, I'll have to test it myself." Before my mother could react, I reached into her panties and immediately touched her pussy. At that moment, her pussy could only be described as overflowing. Feeling this, I teased her again.
"Hmph—you still won't tell me—it's already this wet—" "Ugh, you're always teasing me." My mother lowered her head shyly, no longer looking at me, and just took my cock into her mouth.
Seeing my mother like this, I had an indescribable feeling.
Under my mother's focused licking, I finally felt I couldn't hold back any longer. My mother clearly sensed I was close to climaxing, so she moved even more vigorously, thrusting my penis deep into her throat. I noticed that deep-throating wasn't as difficult for her as last time; although there was still some discomfort, her expression showed she wasn't in pain.
"Ah—wife—you're so amazing, I'm going to cum—" "Ugh—ugh—" My mother made whimpering sounds upon hearing my words, as if saying, "Cum it all into her little mouth." Finally, with my mother's continued panting, I released my pent-up desire, and streams of semen gushed out. Because I hadn't ejaculated in a long time, the amount of semen I ejaculated this time was obviously enormous, quickly filling my mother's little mouth, with a considerable amount of semen dripping from the corners of her mouth.
After my mother felt I had ejaculated, she spat out my penis. Looking at her swollen lips, I knew they were full of my semen. Just as I was wondering how she would deal with it, she swallowed the entire mouthful of semen with a slight movement of her throat. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked away the remaining semen, as if she didn't want to waste a single drop.
Next, she used her tongue to lick away the remaining semen from my glans, little by little, until it was completely gone. I was completely stunned. I never imagined the power of love could be so strong, making a conservative woman like my mother do something like this. Before I could fully recover, I saw my mother smile slightly at me.
Then she lay on my chest and whispered...
"How was it, honey?
Pretty good, huh?" "Honey, you're amazing! When did you become so good? Were you born that way?" The moment the words left my mouth, I knew something was wrong. Wasn't that implying Mom was a naturally promiscuous woman? Sure enough, after hearing that, Mom's face showed a hint of displeasure, and she pouted, saying,
"You're the one who's naturally promiscuous! I haven't seen you lately, and I've been working so hard to learn. I never expected you to say that about me!" Mom's voice was full of grievance, as if she was about to cry. I quickly hugged Mom tightly and apologized.
"I'm sorry, honey, that's not what I meant. I never expected you to go to such lengths for me. I'm so ashamed to say that." After saying that, I pretended to hit myself. Seeing this, Mom quickly grabbed my hand and said gently.
"Hehe, I'm not angry, honey, don't feel bad. Besides, I'm very happy to make you feel so good. At least all this learning hasn't been in vain." "Wife, you're so good to me." I leaned down and kissed my mother. As I kissed her, I could taste my semen in her mouth, and she seemed even happier in response.
Looking at her, I thought to myself, she probably never dreamed that one day she would be drinking a man's semen and lying in his arms. I gently stroked her hair, played with her breasts, and occasionally teased her clitoris.
This made her writhe on top of me. With my continued stimulation, she was clearly aroused. Her already watery eyes became even more watery, and her face turned as red as if it could bleed. After a while, she seemed to have made up her mind and said...
"Honey—"
"What's wrong, wife?"
"You're making me so itchy—"
"What's so itchy?"
"This—this—my pussy is so itchy, you bad boy, you always make me say such embarrassing things." "Hehe, what do you want me to do?" "I want this."
As she spoke, Mom couldn't help but stroke my penis.
"Oh? What do you want this to do?"
Mom had already realized that he really liked hearing her say lewd things, so she spoke more freely.
"I want your big cock, to go inside my pussy—" Mom said, looking at me expectantly. I felt she'd already gone to great lengths, so I stopped teasing her and had her stick her butt out and lie face down on the sofa. Hearing my words, Mom immediately climbed off me, her body sprawled on the sofa, her buttocks raised high, wiggling her hips and looking at me with longing.
So I stood up behind her, grabbing her buttocks tightly with both hands. When my hands touched her, her body tensed, and her pussy released glistening fluid again. It seemed Mom was already prepared for my cock to enter. Looking at
Mom's longing expression, and remembering her firm refusal of Dad, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. His wife clearly craved a cock, yet she wouldn't let her husband penetrate her. What did that mean?
Thinking this, I gripped my cock, aimed at Mom's opening, and thrust it in hard.
"Ah—it's in—my husband's big cock is in—ah—it feels so good—" Hearing my mother's satisfied voice, I began to thrust in and out of her vagina. With each thrust, streams of vaginal fluid were drawn out. Perhaps because it had been a long time since we'd had sex, my mother was unusually wet today, and it quickly dripped down her body. Not long after I started thrusting, a puddle of water appeared on the ground beneath her.
What a wanton mother I am, I thought as I thrust deeper and deeper into her body, as if punishing her for her infidelity.
"Ah—husband—it's so deep—ah—husband's penis has become even thicker than before, ah—so comfortable—" "Hehe, what's wrong, wife? Don't you like your husband's penis to be even thicker?" "No—no—ah—wife loves husband's big penis the most—ah—insert—it's so deep—ah—gently—gently, ah—it's reached the cervix—ah—so comfortable—so amazing—" My mother's vagina wasn't very deep to begin with, and I was still growing, so my penis was naturally developing as well. But I never expected that I could actually penetrate my mother's cervix, which made me excited, and my thrusting became more and more rough, as if I wanted to insert my penis into my mother's uterus. Just
then, I heard a conquering voice, and I had a sudden idea, so I said to my mother,
"Wife, sing this song now."
My mother naturally knew what I meant, but she didn't say anything, and just sang along with the music.
"Just like that, I'm conquered by you—"
As she sang this song, Mom became even more excited than before. With my continued thrusting, I felt Mom's vagina begin to contract violently, and at the same time, I heard Mom's voice.
"Conquer—ah—husband—wife—wife is coming—ah—" Then I felt streams of vaginal fluid flowing out, and her vagina tightly gripped my penis. This intense stimulation was indescribably wonderful.
After her orgasm, Mom's hands were too weak to support her body, and she lay on the sofa, continuing to endure my thrusts, while constantly moaning.
Next, I continued to work inside Mom, watching my penis go in and out of her body. Once upon a time, this was the place where I was born, and now I had returned to this place, and become the master of this place. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and my body unconsciously increased its speed.
"Ah—wife—husband—husband's coming too—" My mother, who had already experienced several orgasms, was completely exhausted. However, upon hearing my voice, she seemed to regain her strength and said,
"Ah—husband—shoot it all in—shoot it into your wife's body—ah—" Just like that, my mother and I reached orgasm simultaneously. After my orgasm, I lay on my mother's back and noticed that her back was covered in sweat from the intense exercise.
We remained motionless to the music, my penis still inside my mother's vagina. Time passed by, and I finally managed to regain some strength and climbed off my mother.
Sitting on the sofa, I hugged my mother. She still had her eyes closed. As I looked at her, I played with her breasts. My mother's breasts were really big. I wondered how much milk they contained. I couldn't help but have some impure thoughts.
Gradually, Mom opened her eyes, gazing at me tenderly, letting my hands caress her breasts inside her clothes. At that moment, it seemed Mom had surrendered her body and soul to me.
We stayed like that, nestled together, until the phone in the karaoke room rang, and we realized how much time had passed. After tidying ourselves up, we left the karaoke bar. I walked Mom to my doorstep, kissed her goodbye, and told her I would come to visit her whenever I had time. Hearing this promise, Mom was clearly very happy.
Mom stood at the door, watching me leave with lingering reluctance, until I completely disappeared from her sight before opening the door. Of course, I wasn't home, but Mom didn't think much of it, humming a little tune as she went into the bathroom.
I wandered around outside for a long time before returning home, only to find Mom already dressed, sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw me return, she didn't greet me with any unusual behavior.
After saying goodbye to my mother, I returned to my room. While waiting for dinner, I pondered my next move to tease her. A smile involuntarily crept onto my face as I thought about it.
Judging from her behavior today, I figured she wouldn't refuse next time. A slight smile escaped my lips.
[The End]

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