Lewd photos of mother

The scorching summer sun was like a raging, enraged man, unleashing its fury upon everything in its path as soon as it appeared. Zhao Jiajie squinted at the heatwave outside the floor-to-ceiling window, which seemed to be baking the earth, then closed his eyes again, dazzled. He thought, "In this awful weather, what kind of outdoor photography can I take?"

Zhao Jiajie was a wealthy second-generation college student. Unlike some other rich kids, firstly, he wasn't keen on studying abroad. He believed that China's education, economy, and cultural environment had caught up and weren't much behind Europe and America. Secondly, even if he did study abroad, it depended on the major; while some foreign universities were of higher caliber, it depended on the specific program.

With this mindset, when filling out his college application after high school, he chose a top-tier university in China. His second difference from many other rich kids was that he disliked their ostentatious displays of wealth, considering them tasteless nouveau riche. However, he wasn't without his own hobbies; he loved photography. He enjoyed the feeling of "capturing the most moving moments."

There's a saying, "DSLRs bankrupt three generations, photography ruins a life." This certainly doesn't apply to Zhao Jiajie. On one hand, he's not short of money; on the other hand, he has plenty of time. This means he doesn't need to rush for results or worry about equipment; he only needs to focus on how to take satisfactory photos. Starting in high school, over the years, his photography skills have reached a remarkably high level. While not quite masterful, it's no exaggeration to say he's more adept than most aspiring photographers. As a result, many people seek his services. But he doesn't take photos for money; it's all about his mood.

However, for today's photoshoot, regardless of whether Zhao Jiajie likes it or not, the result must be excellent.

This directly affects how much money he earns. Of course, he genuinely enjoys today's photoshoot because the subject is his mother, Song Ruyu.

Song Ruyu, true to her name, though past forty, possessed a gentle, jade-like beauty. Her skin was as firm and delicate as a young girl's, yet she exuded a mature charm, and her figure was full, firm, and curvaceous. Zhao Jiajie inherited his mother's good looks, which also raised his aesthetic standards. When he saw a woman, he would unconsciously compare her to Song Ruyu, which naturally meant that most women didn't meet his standards.

Song Ruyu fully supported her son's passion for photography, but not because she appreciated the art itself. In fact, she didn't know much about photography and had little interest in it; she simply felt that her son's interest in photography was better than his spending money and causing trouble with his friends. It wasn't until recently, when she saw a colleague's portrait, that she suddenly became interested. Her colleague, whose looks and demeanor weren't particularly outstanding, looked radiant in the photos, and she immediately thought of her son. So she sent the photos to Zhao Jiajie. Unexpectedly, Zhao Jiajie replied, "If my son takes the photos, your looks combined with his skills will definitely blow this photoshoot out of the water." Thus, today's shoot was planned.

Song Ruyu seemed oblivious to the weather; her mind was preoccupied with what clothes to wear and how to style herself, completely unaware of the sweltering heat outside. It wasn't until Zhao Jiajie said the weather was completely unsuitable for an outdoor shoot that she realized what was happening. "What should we do then? Another day?"

"How about we shoot at home? Our home is perfect for a photoshoot." Zhao Jiajie offered a backup plan without hesitation.

But Song Ruyu, who didn't know much about photography, didn't seem to understand. "Shoot at home? A photoshoot? Is that possible?"

"Of course. This kind of photography is also called boudoir photography. Boudoir photography comes in many varieties, but generally speaking, it focuses on showcasing the model's sexiness. Well, with your figure, if we're talking about sexy photos, then it's simply perfect.

One word: amazing." Song Ruyu, still wearing a light, loose-fitting bathrobe after just waking up, didn't hinder the display of her figure at all. Instead, it made her mature figure appear even more alluring under the light nightgown.

Zhao Jiajie admired her like a perfect work of art, examining and commenting as he went.

Song Ruyu was already used to her son's gaze. In fact, his gaze was similar to that of most men, except that men's gazes were more lustful, while her son's gaze held more love for his mother. She had never felt inferior about her appearance and figure.

"Okay, you're the photographer, you must be right." Song Ruyu seemed to know what to do. "

Hmm, to emphasize sexiness, then it must be a nightgown or a cheongsam, right? But a nightgown seems a bit too private, so I think a cheongsam is more suitable, son, what do you think?"

Zhao Jiajie wholeheartedly agreed with Song Ruyu's idea. "Yes, yes, that's right, Mom, you're so smart! Then get ready, I'll go get the equipment, just come downstairs to the living room, we'll shoot in the living room."

When Song Ruyu appeared in front of Zhao Jiajie, the visual impact on him was undoubtedly enormous. He had seen his mother wear cheongsams before, but perhaps because he hadn't paid much attention, he had never felt such a strong feminine attraction as he did today—a primal, almost animalistic urge from the depths of his heart.

Song Ruyu wore a modified short pink floral cheongsam. The already short hem, accentuated by her long legs, seemed even shorter, barely concealing what lay beneath. Her shapely, long legs, like jade stripped of its veil, exuded a captivating charm. The high slit added even more allure to the already exposed cleavage, as if it might draw one in at any moment, making one unconsciously fantasize about the paradise hidden within. Her proud breasts and full, rounded buttocks seemed about to burst from the fabric, almost spilling out.

Her hair was styled in a high bun, further enhancing Song Ruyu's allure.

Zhao Jiajie felt his throat was a little dry, swallowed, and said, "Mom, you look so sexy and alluring."

Song Ruyu wasn't surprised by Zhao Jiajie's reaction. She looked at herself in the mirror again. "I've always thought this dress was too revealing, so I've never worn it out. Since we're taking photos at home today and don't need to go out, I thought I'd give it a try. What do you think, son?" "

Of course, of course! This isn't just okay, it's fantastic!" Before Song Ruyu could finish, Zhao Jiajie interrupted, eagerly saying, "Mom, let's get started. Just relax and strike a pose that suits you. I've connected the camera to the TV, and the photos will be displayed in real-time. That way, you can compare and adjust them anytime."

Song Ruyu truly lived up to her reputation as a woman of both beauty and intelligence. Although she had no modeling experience, she seemed to have a natural talent. Without Zhao Jiajie's special reminders, she always managed to strike excellent poses, even her expressions were impeccable. Several photos were quickly taken. Although Zhao Jiajie was very satisfied, Song Ruyu didn't seem particularly pleased. After taking a few more photos, Song Ruyu finally called a halt. She looked at the photos displayed on the large screen TV repeatedly, thought for a moment, and said, "Son, do you feel like something's missing?" Zhao Jiajie looked at them for a while longer. "No, I think they're great."

"Hmm, I feel like something's missing," Song Ruyu said thoughtfully. She looked at them for a while longer, as if suddenly remembering something. "I know! Wait for me a minute." With that, she quickly walked towards the wine cabinet, leaving Zhao Jiajie looking at his mother's graceful, swaying, voluptuous figure, feeling dazed and parched.

Soon, Song Ruyu picked out a bottle of red wine with a relatively high alcohol content, took a big gulp, and said, "Your eyes lack that alluring, dreamy quality, so they look too normal, even a bit dull. This look wouldn't be a problem normally, but it doesn't fit the style of the photos."

"So you wanted to have a drink, a little tipsy, and naturally your eyes would look a bit dreamy! Mom, you're so incredibly smart. It's such a shame you didn't become a professional photographer and model," Zhao Jiajie exclaimed, suddenly understanding.

Song Ruyu simply held up her wine glass, sipping her wine while striking alluring poses for Zhao Jiajie to photograph. Several more shots were quickly taken. Then, Song Ruyu stopped Zhao Jiajie again. "Son, it seems like after a while, your inspiration seems to stall," she said. Zhao Jiajie awkwardly scratched his head. "Okay, Mom, you're the first person to criticize my photography skills. But I just wanted to say that every outfit has its limitations; there can't always be new ways to express oneself. How about we change outfits and take more pictures?"

But Song Ruyu disagreed. She handed Zhao Jiajie her wine glass and made him drink the entire glass of red wine. Zhao Jiajie, who didn't drink often, immediately blushed slightly, just like his mother. “Mom’s so smart. Hehe.” He said while drinking, “There’s another way without changing clothes. If you don’t agree, fine, but don’t hit me.” After getting a signal from Song Ruyu, he continued, “That is to try showing a little bit.”

Song Ruyu thought her son was going to say something, and chuckled, “Mom has seen many models do this in photoshoots, right?

What’s the big deal? Why would Mom hit you? It’s just that you’re a grown man now, and Mom is afraid you can’t handle it.”

As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at the small tent that was already bulging in Zhao Jiajie’s crotch and said with a wicked smile.

How could Zhao Jiajie bear such “insult”? He blurted out, “Tch… what am I afraid of? As long as Mom dares to show, I dare to take the picture. What can’t I handle?”

Song Ruyu liked her son’s fearless spirit. “Okay!” she said, putting down her wine glass and starting the pose.

This time, she put her finger to her lips, pretending to lick her finger, and slightly lifted her skirt with her right hand, revealing her underwear.

In an instant, Zhao Jiajie’s brain exploded, and he almost fainted.

It turned out that Song Ruyu was wearing a pair of white silk lace panties, through which one could vaguely see her full, thick pubic hair. Moreover, through the magnified display on the large screen TV, not only could one clearly see the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of the panties, but even the slits inside the panties seemed visible. Zhao Jiajie exclaimed "Wow!" and couldn't resist quickly zooming in for a close-up.

This close-up was a projection of Zhao Jiajie's inner desire to see Song Ruyu's genitals, something Song Ruyu was well aware of.

The thought of her son so intently looking at her genitals immediately made her embarrassed, her face turning even redder. After all, he was her own son, and she felt this was inappropriate. But then she thought, it's just taking a picture, not doing anything else, so it shouldn't be a problem. Besides, her son's reaction was just a normal physiological response for a man; it was nothing. If her son didn't react, that would be a bigger problem.

Moreover, she did indeed possess an unprecedented charm and allure in the photo, which made Song Ruyu very satisfied. She poured herself another glass of wine, drank half of it, and then handed the other half to her son. Before Zhao Jiajie finished drinking, Song Ruyu continued posing.

This time, Song Ruyu lay on her side on the sofa, her buttocks raised high. The tight, short hem of her cheongsam could no longer restrain her already unrestrained buttocks, and it slipped down to her waist, the perfect lines of her buttocks outlining an incredibly erotic picture. From the side, it looked as if she wasn't wearing underwear. Zhao Jiajie seized the opportunity and decisively pressed the shutter. Immediately afterward, a photo of his mother "naked" appeared on the big screen.

"Mom, this photo is so hot, you look like you're not wearing underwear," Zhao Jiajie said, licking his dry lips. He felt as if his manhood was about to burst through his pants, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't help but tug at his pants, but when he thought that the other person was his mother, he couldn't help but curse himself as a beast. However, under the influence of alcohol, this self-reproach was more like a forbidden temptation, making him even more unable to control himself.

The same mentality was playing out in Song Ruyu's mind, only more intensely because she had drunk more. While these poses were revealing and could be considered taboo, she wasn't completely naked in front of her son, nor was she engaging in any forbidden acts with him. Therefore, she tried to release her inhibitions. "What's the big deal? Don't models take nude photoshoots?

Besides, I'm not naked here. Even if I were, it wouldn't be in front of strangers."

Thinking this, Song Ruyu relaxed considerably, preparing to relax even more to take beautiful photos.

At this moment, the buttons on her chest felt like a mountain pressing down on her breasts, extremely uncomfortable. Moreover, whether due to the weather or the alcohol, she felt incredibly hot, seemingly desperately needing to unbutton them to feel better. Of course, deep down she knew there was an irresistible reason for her heat, but she didn't want to confront it, lest she feel indecent, feel she had broken a taboo, and fall into deep self-reproach. In short, she extended her slender fingers and unbuttoned the cheongsam at her chest.

The straps of the white bra that matched her panties were revealed, silently exuding a primal feminine charm. Zhao Jiajie seemed eager to pounce on her and tear off the rest, like peeling corn, to rip open the barrier containing his mother's beautiful and alluring body. He tried to banish his lewd thoughts while pressing the shutter.

"Mom, you're amazing! So seductive!" Zhao Jiajie tried to ease his embarrassment and inner turmoil with conversation.

Song Ruyu said in a seductive voice, "If even the photographer can't feel the seduction, how can he take seductive photos? Don't you think so? Mom can see your reaction is quite obvious, are you too scared to take the picture?" She couldn't believe she was speaking to her son in such a teasing tone. She knew it might be inappropriate, yet a desire to challenge herself seemed to be at play. This feeling was exactly like the first time. The thought of "This is wrong, I can't do this" flashed through his mind, but was immediately overwhelmed by a completely opposite voice, "It's okay, it's just taking pictures, and I'm not completely naked."

His mother's half-joking, half-teasing words made Zhao Jiajie even more unable to control himself. Although he was also telling himself not to think too much, not to continue, his mother's almost encouraging words made him unconsciously more relaxed. "It's just taking pictures, it's not like I'm doing anything, and besides, Mom made me do it.

She doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, so why should I think too much?" Thinking this, he continued to press the shutter while saying, "Hey, what am I afraid of? At most, it's just a normal physiological reaction, what's there to be afraid of? It's just that this is the first time I've taken such revealing photos, and it's even taken of my own mother, I really didn't expect it."

Song Ruyu chuckled, "This is considered revealing? If you were to take really revealing photos, wouldn't you just faint?"

Zhao Jiajie was not to be outdone, "I've only heard of models who are afraid to take off their clothes, I've also heard of photographers who are afraid to take pictures. If you dare to take off your clothes, I dare to take pictures."

"There's no one else around, what's there for Mom not to take off?"

“If you dare to take it off, then take it off. Don’t just talk the talk.” Zhao Jiajie retorted, provoking his mother.

Song Ruyu chuckled, “Little brat, trying to provoke your mother? You’re still too green. I’m afraid if I take it off, your pants will tear.” Zhao Jiajie spat, “It doesn’t matter if my pants tear, Mom doesn’t need to worry. I just want to see if you dare to take them off and let your son take pictures.”

“No rush, let’s start with this position.” Sitting on the sofa, Song Ruyu suddenly spread her legs, her lower body almost completely exposed to Zhao Jiajie in an instant, as if saying, “I’m open, are you up for it?” Song Ruyu’s underwear was too small, so when her legs were spread, the edge of her labia was almost exposed, not to mention the large expanse of pubic hair, which brushed against Zhao Jiajie’s racing heart like a brush, making him unbearably itchy.

When the photo Zhao Jiajie took by zooming in was enlarged and displayed on the huge TV screen, Zhao Jiajie realized that his mother’s underwear was wet. How could Zhao Jiajie miss the opportunity to tease his mother? "Mom, you said you were afraid your son couldn't handle it, but you're the same. You're all wet."

Song Ruyu then realized her physical reaction and blushed, spitting out, "You're allowed to react, but Mom isn't? You're a normal man, and Mom is a normal woman too, okay? This isn't the first time Mom's been photographed like this, especially by her own son."

Zhao Jiajie chuckled, "It's the first time for both of us, so it's fair. Mom, I haven't taken a picture of your butt from the front yet, want to take one?"

"Of course!" With that, Song Ruyu lay on the sofa, her buttocks facing Zhao Jiajie, sticking up high. Her damp panties seemed to make her full breasts even more clearly visible, half-concealing her face and conveying a fiery passion. Not only that, Song Ruyu's seductive expression towards the camera seemed to say, "Come on..." "

Mom, your pose and expression are too seductive, it's like you're inviting the camera." Zhao Jiajie couldn't help but touch his rock-hard genitals again.

"Isn't this the effect I wanted?" Song Ruyu chuckled. "Next, Mommy will really take her clothes off, so you'd better hold back." With that, she unbuttoned another button, revealing almost half of her snow-white breasts. The deep cleavage seemed like an endless black hole, drawing all eyes. "Her breasts are so big! Her cleavage is so deep!

I want to rub them! I want to lick them!" Zhao Jiajie blurted out.

"You can only pat them, no rubbing, no licking!" Song Ruyu chuckled, taking off her bra, holding the neckline to cover her burgeoning breasts, then slowly lifting it. The high, firm peaks and the cherry-like, rounded cleavage finally shyly revealed themselves. Although Song Ruyu appeared calm on the surface, she was experiencing a fierce internal struggle. One voice said, "He's my son, how can I expose my nipples in front of him? It's so wrong, stop immediately!"

Another voice said, "What's there to be afraid of? He's my son, not a stranger. He's seen them before, he even ate them when he was little. Besides, there's no one else around, it's just looking and taking a few pictures." Song Ruyu also discovered that she had an urge to let her son see and take pictures, an urge that even drove her to let him see more. "Perhaps it's the effect of the alcohol?" she thought.

Zhao Jiajie, at this moment, couldn't care less about saying anything. He only wanted to take as many pictures of his mother's naked body as possible, as if he would disappear in the next moment. At the same time, he was like a wild beast trying to break free of its cage, the cage of reason seemingly increasingly weak in restraining the beast. While he was still captivated by his mother's proud, firm breasts and rosy nipples, Song Ruyu did something even more shocking.

Song Ruyu spread her legs again, reaching out to pull aside her panties. It was like parting the leaves that had been obscuring Zhao Jiajie's vision, finally revealing the captivating beauty. Song Ruyu's full, moist vulva was now displayed before Zhao Jiajie's eyes. Hidden beneath thick pubic hair, her moist vulva resembled a spring of water in the desert, and Zhao Jiajie, like someone who had endured long, scorching heat in the desert without a drop of water, had finally found the spring of his dreams. At that moment, he had only one thought: to kneel before the spring and drink deeply.

Finally, her son had seen her most private and shameful place. However, Song Ruyu found that while she felt ashamed, she felt even more stimulated and excited, especially when she saw the close-up photos of her private parts taken by her son displayed on the big screen. She felt even more excited, and unconsciously, her lower body became even wetter. "It's just taking pictures, we're not going to do anything," she thought to herself, refuting the moral and ethical dictates.

“Wow… Mom, that’s awesome! Your pussy is so beautiful! I can’t help but want to lick it! Hehe, who would have thought I came out of such an alluring place?” As he spoke, Zhao Jiajie showed his mother several close-ups of her private parts.

The big screen continuously projected close-ups of Song Ruyu’s private parts from different angles, which made her even more excited. Hearing her son’s words, she giggled and said, “Mom, although this place is alluring, it’s a one-way street. You can only come out from here, but you can’t go back in.”

Zhao Jiajie became even more uninhibited and continued to joke, “Although I want to go in, I don’t have the pass. But it’s already good enough to just look.” He then said, “Mom, do you want to take off your panties? I feel like the photos aren’t quite clear enough.”

His words were exactly what Song Ruyu wanted. Zhao Jiajie’s meaning was quite obvious; he wanted to see her pussy more clearly and completely. Song Ruyu knew this perfectly well, but unlike a normal look, her son not only wanted to see her pussy, but also wanted to film it. "It's just looking and patting, it's not like..." The thought of that taboo word made Song Ruyu's heart race, and the inner condemnation made her even more uneasy, yet at the same time, it seemed as if a rope was pulling her in that direction.

She quickly banished those thoughts, thinking, "It's just looking and patting, and at least I can leave behind traces of my past allure. When I'm old, I won't be able to do anything."

So, she reached for her underwear. Seeing Zhao Jiajie's fiery eyes and the prominent tent in his crotch, Song Ruyu was particularly eager to see just how big her son's "assets" were, after all, she hadn't seen them since he grew up.

"Son, why don't you take your pants off too? Mom sees your pants are about to tear, it's not good for your health to keep them pressed down like that."

Zhao Jiajie readily agreed, watching his mother gracefully remove her underwear while he pulled down his own shorts. Finally, the mother and son completely exposed their genitals to each other.

This time, it was Song Ruyu's turn to almost faint. She hadn't expected her son to be so well-endowed, like a thick, long rolling pin, only slightly darker, with bulging veins, angrily displaying its power to Song Ruyu. Song Ruyu felt weak all over, unconsciously thinking, "If this were inside me, my whole world would be filled!" She then berated herself, "How could I think like that? He's my own son! How could I have such lewd thoughts? Song Ruyu, how could you be so shameless! Focus on taking pictures, don't think like that!"

While she was struggling with this internal struggle, she heard Zhao Jiajie say, "Mom, how about we take a picture of you lying face down with your butt sticking up? You were wearing underwear before, so the wanton feeling wasn't obvious. Now that you're not wearing underwear, if you stick your butt up, your vulva will be more fully exposed, and the picture will look even more sensual."

"More sensual? More seductive, you mean?" Song Ruyu said with a giggle. Zhao Jiajie chuckled, "How could I dare say Mom's slutty? You know what I mean."

Song Ruyu didn't say anything more, just smiled seductively and did as Zhao Jiajie said, lying on the sofa with her buttocks raised high. As Zhao Jiajie said, since she wasn't wearing underwear, her vulva was completely exposed when Song Ruyu raised her buttocks. Moreover, due to the series of stimulations, Song Ruyu unconsciously felt excited, making her vulva even wetter than before. Zhao Jiajie licked his lips, suppressing the urge to rush over and lick it, and pressed the shutter. The large screen continuously displayed Song Ruyu's posture of raising her bare buttocks and exposing her vulva.

"Mom, do you want to spread your legs wider? That way we can get a clearer picture of what's inside." For some reason, Zhao Jiajie said this.

"Is it clearer to take a picture or to see clearly? You naughty boy, making Mom bend over naked so you can pat my pussy isn't enough, you also want Mom to spread your legs so you can see and pat it." Song Ruyu originally wanted to complain to her son, but unexpectedly, after she spoke, not only did her tone lose its complaining tone, but it also became more teasing and charming. Song Ruyu couldn't help but blame herself again, but she still had this thought: "It's just looking and patting, I won't do anything, it's okay."

At the same time, she obediently spread her legs, and instantly, a real black hole was completely exposed in front of Zhao Jiajie. That was her mother's private parts, her mother's most mysterious place, where she herself came from, and now, her mother was spreading it open so that she could enjoy and pat it to her heart's content. Perhaps because she didn't do it often, although she was over forty, Song Ruyu's labia still had the pinkness of a young girl, only more plump and full than a young girl's.

Zhao Jiajie pressed the camera even closer to his mother's private parts, as if trying to penetrate her, striving to capture a clearer picture and see even deeper inside. Song Ruyu, meanwhile, arched her back and spread her legs, seemingly welcoming her son's lewd gaze. The sensation was so stimulating that her reason was gradually being washed away, leaving only an increasingly intense surge of lust.

"Mom, don't you think the more lubrication you have, the sexier and more alluring it looks in the photos?" Seeing his mother nod, Zhao Jiajie licked his lips and said, "Why don't you touch it yourself to make it more lubricate?"

"I don't feel anything when I touch it myself, why don't you touch it?" Whether it was the intoxication of alcohol or the drive of desire, Song Ruyu uttered a sentence she immediately regretted. Her face flushed even more, and she even wished she could find a hole to crawl into. "I've already said it, I'm going all in. Besides, it's just touching, nothing else, what's there to be afraid of?" she thought to herself.

This was a sentence Zhao Jiajie had been waiting for a long time to hear. Just as his mother's ethical defenses were being constantly eroded by desire, Zhao Jiajie's ethical defenses were also crumbling bit by bit, especially with his mother's encouragement, which accelerated their collapse. At this point, the so-called private photoshoot was practically just a title; only the mother and son knew the specifics of what had happened.

Zhao Jiajie held the camera in one hand and reached for his mother's plump, round buttocks with the other. Song Ruyu felt a huge, powerful hand cover her buttocks, greedily caressing and kneading her as if it wanted to touch every part of her body in an instant. Soon, two fingers slid up the crevice of her private area, and then the entire hand covered her genitals. Song Ruyu couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" and groaned. The large screen displayed photos of young men's huge, powerful hands caressing mature women's plump buttocks and vulvas.

Sure enough, Song Ruyu's vaginal lubrication increased, quickly wetting Zhao Jiajie's hand. While playing with his mother's private parts, Zhao Jiajie said, "Mom, you asked your son to touch you, so don't blame me."

He licked the fluid from his mother's vagina onto his hand, then looked at the large screen and said, "Look, there's even more fluid now. Doesn't it look even more tempting on screen?"

Having not experienced male caresses in a long time, Song Ruyu was already hopelessly immersed in lust, and the lewd images on the screen further stimulated her long-suppressed desire. "Wouldn't it be even more tempting to insert your big cock into Mom's hole?" Song Ruyu finally voiced the thought that had arisen in her mind upon seeing her son's enormous penis. After being suppressed for so long, she finally spoke it out, like finally releasing a long-held breath. She felt incredibly relieved and incredibly stimulated.

The large screen displayed a photo of Zhao Jiajie inserting two fingers into his mother's plump vagina, accompanied by fluid being squeezed out like a spring. As Zhao Jiajie felt his mother's moist, smooth vaginal walls with his fingers, he said, "But that's incest, isn't it? Didn't you just say that it's a one-way street, only allowing your son to come out from there, not to go in?" He paused, then added, "Hehe, I wonder if my penis can fill your hole."

"Whether it can fill it or not, you'll know once you try!" Song Ruyu seemed somewhat annoyed. "Just put it in and pull it out immediately. It's just a test, it should be fine, right?" Song Ruyu said this to Zhao Jiajie, but also to herself. After all, if her son were to penetrate her, it would truly be incest, which was fundamentally different from taking a picture. But at the same time, her intense desire had almost driven her to madness. So, clinging to a sliver of hope, she uttered, "Just one try, just one."

Zhao Jiajie seemed to have been waiting for his mother to give him the "permission." Before she could finish speaking, he said, "Then spread your legs a little wider, I'm coming. But I need to get the camera, so I need your cooperation."

Then, on the big screen appeared an image that filled Song Ruyu with unprecedented shame, stimulation, and satisfaction. She was sticking her buttocks high in the air, struggling to spread her wet, plump vulva. A thick, hard penis slowly pushed open her labia and pierced her vagina. More vaginal fluid was squeezed out, flowing down her thighs. She couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a satisfied moan, until her son's thick penis was fully inserted deep into her vulva.

Zhao Jiajie felt as if his mother's vulva was a warm treasure, tightly enveloping and swallowing his penis, feeling an extraordinary excitement and stimulation. This was his mother, and he was now inserting his penis into her vagina. "Mom, is your son filling your hole?" Zhao Jiajie didn't thrust after inserting, seemingly keeping his promise. Song Ruyu closed her eyes, fully savoring this long-lost satisfaction. "Full, full... your penis has filled Mom to the brim... ah."

"Should we pull it out then..." Zhao Jiajie teased deliberately.

Song Ruyu was completely immersed in the fulfillment of sexual desire. She had only just begun to feel satisfied, how could she possibly stop there? The last vestiges of her ethical consciousness had long been thrown to the winds. "If it goes in, it's incest. One thrust is incest, many thrusts are incest. You've already inserted it, you've already done it, what's a few more thrusts?

Hurry up and do it!" Song Ruyu finally abandoned even the last shred of modesty. She didn't want to hide anything anymore. She only wanted to be violated by her son's thick penis. So, she no longer bothered with pretense and lewdly urged her son to "do" her quickly.

Seeing that his mother had completely abandoned ethics, Zhao Jiajie, encouraged, naturally became even more uninhibited. "My mom is asking me to fuck such a sexy and alluring woman, what am I standing there for? Of course, I'll fuck her without any hesitation!"

Thinking this, he held a camera in one hand and held Song Ruyu's plump buttocks with the other, and began to thrust vigorously. Before long, Zhao Jiajie had already fucked his mother's fat hole hundreds of times. The living room was immediately filled with the slapping sounds of genitals colliding, Song Ruyu's loud moans, and the clicking of the camera. One high-definition photo after another of Zhao Jiajie's penis penetrating deep into his mother's vagina was displayed on the big screen. This live-streamed incestuous act amplified the lust of both mother and son. Zhao Jiajie thrust dozens more times, then said, "Mom, wait a minute, let me mount the camera on a tripod. It's too inconvenient to hold it like this

while I'm doing this to you." Completely conquered by her son's large penis, Song Ruyu turned and nodded coquettishly. When she saw how enormous his penis, covered in her own fluids, was after it was pulled out, she called to her son. Zhao Jiajie was about to ask what was going on when Song Ruyu said seductively, "Let Mom lick it," and knelt down between Zhao Jiajie's legs, taking his fluid-covered penis into her mouth and licking it.

Zhao Jiajie hadn't expected his mother to do this, and he excitedly moaned, "Oh...oh." His own mother was kneeling between his legs, licking his penis lasciviously—how could he miss such a stimulating scene he never dared to imagine? So, while enjoying his mother's oral sex, he filmed this lewd scene.

[The End]

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