Online Mother-Child Relationship

Although my mother is 43 years old, she remains as beautiful and charming as ever. Due to middle age, she has inevitably accumulated some weight, but this doesn't detract from her appearance; rather, it adds to her fullness. Therefore, my infatuation with her hasn't diminished at all. Everything about her becomes an object of my sexual desire—her underwear, stockings, bra, even her high heels, especially her panties. I often deliberately... I don't know when I became infatuated with my mother. When I was very young, my father divorced her for another woman, and she raised me alone.

My mother is an extremely beautiful woman, tall, with alabaster skin and long, slender legs. Her fair and delicate face is without wrinkles, making her look nothing like a woman in her forties. She works in the planning department of a large company; perhaps it's due to her job, but she always possesses an indescribable air of nobility.

When I was in fifth grade, I began to develop feelings for my mother that were hard to describe at the time: a deep attachment and a strong desire for closer contact. Sometimes, seeing my mother's soft, white feet, I would even have the urge to bend down and kiss them, and my penis would even become erect. As I grew older, this feeling intensified. Every time I saw my mother's bare feet in high-heeled sandals, I would involuntarily fantasize about holding them in my hands, caressing them, kissing them, and even imagining my mother's beautiful body hidden beneath her clothes.

Especially after I learned to use the internet and read a lot of incestuous stories online, I began to realize that I had inevitably fallen in love with my mother and longed to have sex with her. I even tried to test my mother using the methods described in those incestuous works.

Once, while I was showering, I suddenly asked my mother to bring my underwear into the bathroom. I intentionally made my penis hard and erect, my 15-year-old penis, neither very big nor small, standing erect. When my mother came in, she only paused for a moment before handing me the underwear and leaving. I also secretly went to my mother's bedroom door at night, trying to hear her masturbating, but I was disappointed; she seemed completely calm.

My mother would only enter the bathroom after showering, her purpose being the lace panties she had carelessly left on the washing machine. I would always eagerly grab the little thing that clung to my mother's most private parts, burying my face in the soft triangle of underwear, deeply inhaling the unique scent that blended the fragrance of my mother's mature body and the aroma of her private parts. Sometimes I could even find a few strands of her pubic hair on it. What excited me even more was that a few times I found a small, sticky, wet patch on it, emitting a fishy, pungent, yet incredibly exciting fragrance.

From some pornographic online articles, I learned that this was vaginal discharge, also called vaginal fluid.

At that moment, I would recklessly lick this liquid flowing from my mother's most private parts, savoring its salty and sour taste, while imagining my mother's beautiful naked body and her alluring and mysterious mons pubis, constantly stroking my penis until I ejaculated wave after wave of thick semen.

The internet exposed me to a wider world. In an incest chat room, I met many like-minded friends. We talked about incest, imagining the wonderful things about mother-son incest...

Later, a netizen claiming to be female and I got along best. We gradually moved into private chats, and then we left the chat room and started chatting via QQ. She told me she was in her forties and had a child. Since divorcing her husband, she had transferred her affections to her son, even yearning to have a relationship with him someday. She often fantasized about making love with him, imagining him inserting his immature penis into her vagina, excitedly calling her "Mommy." I told her I also loved my mother and wanted to have sex with her. I longed to hold her snow-white feet and lick them, to lie between her legs and lick her mysterious mons pubis, and of course, to insert my penis into her vagina and feel her tender maternal love. So, I recognized her as my mother, and she treated me as her son. We often simulated sex online, and I always imagined her as my mother.

She told me that after each chat, the vaginal fluid that flowed out soaked her outer skirt. I said I had ejaculated a few times...

Fortunately, her mother was never home during our chats.

"Why don't you just tell your son?" I asked her once.

"This is incest, after all! I'm afraid he'll be under a lot of pressure if he doesn't accept it," she replied. "And I'm even more afraid of ruining his future." "If it were me, I'd be overjoyed." "Then why don't you confess to your mother?"

"She's my mother! I think it's better if my mother brings it up with me first. Or, you could subtly hint at it to your son; maybe he feels the same way I do." "I hope so. Let me think about it." Later, I finally asked her, "Can we meet?" She hesitated for a long time, but surprisingly agreed to my request: "I really enjoy the thrill and excitement of incest." "Me too," I replied happily. "I've never actually had sex with a girl before. Can you teach me?" ...

"Of course, I love that feeling. I love seeing my son nervously and timidly insert his penis into my vagina." "Then I'll still call you 'Mom,' and you'll still call me 'Son,' okay?" "That's exactly what I wanted." So, we arranged a time and place. It was a Saturday morning. My mother left early. After she left, I took out my saved allowance from the bedside table and went straight to a four-star hotel not far from our home. I booked a single room and waited anxiously. We had agreed to meet at 9:30, and there was still more than an hour to go, but my heart was pounding. This was my first time, and the other person was a woman I had never met before. Was she pretty? What should I say when we met? What should I do? These questions kept swirling in my mind, especially the thought of having sex with a mature woman older than myself. I was both nervous and excited, imagining the scene of us making love, imagining the woman's private parts...

At 9:30, I walked to the door, my heart pounding. I thought I would open the door immediately if there was a knock. As I approached the door, trying to calm myself down, the knocking started. This time, I hesitated, and my hand reaching for the doorknob trembled. Finally, I steadied myself, abruptly turned the doorknob, and flung it open.

I froze, completely stunned: standing outside was—my mother! Today, she was wearing a white off-the-shoulder dress, looking elegant and graceful, with transparent high-heeled sandals that made her jade-like legs and feet appear even more translucent. However, her expression mirrored mine: surprise, confusion, and bewilderment.

"Mom, you…" I stammered, unsure what to say. "Why are you here?" "I think you must have invited me," she said, seemingly regaining her composure.

"Me?" My mind raced. "Could it be…" "What? Since you invited me, won't you let me in?" She smiled alluringly at me. "It's not good for anyone to see me standing here." …

"Oh." I seemed to understand something and quickly ushered her into the room. After Mom came in, she turned around and gently closed the door, inserted the anti-push chain, and then walked straight to the bedside and sat down: "Come, child, come and sit down too." Mom gestured for me to sit on the bed opposite her.

"...My beloved baby...ah...ah...I can't take it...Mommy will let you...oh...you lick...lick so...so good...ah...ah...I...ah...I want...ah...ouch...ah...ah...want...want...ah...ah..." I held my mother's fair, smooth, and plump buttocks, my tongue probing as far as possible into her vagina, sucking and licking her smooth, tender vaginal walls, unhesitatingly swallowing the sweet and sour vaginal fluid secreted by my mother. I felt it was the sweetest and most delicious thing I had ever tasted in my life. My mother's vagina was truly amazing—the inner walls were both smooth and wrinkled. From the depths of my mother's vagina, streams of vaginal fluid flowed out like a babbling brook. My mother's whole body trembled as if electrocuted, bending her round, smooth, and white thighs, raising her plump buttocks even higher so that I could more thoroughly kiss, lick, and suck her vaginal opening and vaginal walls

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"Ah...ah...Mommy's vagina is so...ah...ah...dear Mommy...your...your vagina is all wet." "Ah...ah...you little rascal...my little darling, this is...it's because...ah...ah...because of you...ah...ah..." Mommy swayed her body, sweating profusely, panting heavily. She used both hands to grasp her full, firm, and round breasts, squeezing and rubbing them incessantly. She thrust her plump buttocks upwards, so that my tongue could penetrate deeper into her vagina to kiss and lick her vagina and suck her clitoris. Accompanied by trembling sensations, streams of vaginal fluid flowed from deep within Mommy's vagina, making her vagina slippery and sticky inside and out, covering my face and mouth. The streams of vaginal fluid flowed down her perineum to her anus. Against the backdrop of her snow-white, plump buttocks, her small, dark red anus resembled a pale purple chrysanthemum bud about to bloom, intoxicatingly beautiful. Ah, this is Mommy's beautiful and sexy anus!

I pressed my entire mouth tightly against my mother's vulva, which was covered in vaginal fluid, and sucked hard, even drawing her labia into my mouth to savor them. When my lips and tongue slid over my mother's perineum and licked her small, beautifully patterned anus, resembling a chrysanthemum bud, my mother let out a loud moan, raising her entire buttocks and lifting her beautiful vulva and anus high, pushing them directly into my mouth. What an obscene and alluring scene it was! A beautiful, sexy, mature woman, naked with her snow-white, voluptuous body, completely exposing her mysterious vulva and anus, allowing her own son to caress and lick her. After a while, I got off my mother and looked at her, still immersed in excitement. Lying naked before her son, the mother resembled Venus, the goddess of love and beauty. Her smooth, fair skin outlined the rounded, alluring curves of a mature, sensual middle-aged woman; those curves undulated gently with her soft breaths. Though nearing forty, her smooth, fair skin remained remarkably supple and resilient. Her full, white breasts, which had once nourished and fed me, stood erect, their round nipples like two ripe, plump grapes; they trembled slightly with her soft breaths.

Lying naked before her son, she instinctively brought her legs together. A blush spread across her beautiful face.

Her shyness fueled my desire to conquer her.

"Silly child, what are you looking at?" she said playfully.

"Mom, you're so beautiful!" I exclaimed, overwhelmed with emotion.

"So, are you still going to do it with Mom?" Mom asked, her face beaming with happiness.

"Of course!" I said, about to pounce on Mom, when suddenly I remembered something and quickly pulled a condom from under my pillow.

"What, do you like wearing this while making love with Mom?" Mom asked, seemingly puzzled.

"No... I..." I didn't know how to answer for a moment. I only knew that not many people wore this thing when having sex with women outside.

"Are you worried that Mom isn't clean down there?"

"No... no... I'm... I'm worried that Mom will get pregnant." I was really incoherent.

"Silly child, Mom has an IUD, she won't get pregnant, so you don't need to worry about Mom. I don't like the feeling of making love through a layer of something." Mom took the condom from my hand and threw it aside. "Come on, child." "Yes." I responded excitedly, leaning over Mom's smooth, delicate naked body. Mom opened her legs, letting my lower body enter between her thighs. I probed my mother's soft vulva with my erect penis, trying to find the way I came, her alluring vagina. But after several attempts, I couldn't get it in. Sometimes it seemed to touch, but then it would slip away...

I tensed up: "Mom, help me."

"What do you want Mom to help you with?" Mom asked, looking at me slyly.

"I..." I blushed, "I want Mom to help me put my penis into Mom's vagina." I felt Mom's body tremble: "Son, Mom likes to hear you say that." As she spoke, Mom reached her soft, delicate hand between our bodies, gently grasping my penis. Then she slightly lifted her body, placing her other hand on my buttocks: "Come on, child, thrust forward." Following Mom's instructions, I thrust forward with my erect penis, guided by her hand, and felt my penis slide into a place: soft, smooth, and tender, warm flesh tightly enveloping my penis.

I never imagined that although my mother had been married for many years and had given birth to me fifteen years ago, her vagina was so tight and narrow. Her smooth vaginal walls tightly enveloped my thick penis, rhythmically contracting. When the head of my penis touched that soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina, that flesh felt like my mother's rosy lips, sucking on my glans—it was truly intoxicating…

"I've finally entered my mother's vagina, entered the passage through which my own mother gave birth to me!" I felt incredibly excited; an indescribable pleasure was rapidly transmitting from my penis to my brain. I quickly imitated the movements from the porn I downloaded online, thrusting my penis in and out of my mother's vagina. However, after less than twenty thrusts, that wonderful pleasure exploded. I felt a strange tingling sensation in my brain, my penis throbbed violently, and countless sperm gushed from my seminal vesicles into my mother's vagina.

"Ah! Son, you came!" Mom exclaimed. After a while, when I came to my senses, I suddenly felt guilty: in those online novels, sons could go at it with their mothers for over an hour, making them moan and groan, while I had only lasted a few thrusts.

"Mom, I'm sorry," I said guiltily, burying my head in my mother's full and firm breasts.

"Silly child, what's there to be sorry about? Most men are like this the first time, and besides, you're just entering puberty, full of energy. If Mom hadn't helped you come before, you probably would have come before even entering my hole." Mom comforted me by stroking my head. "

Really?" I looked up at my mother's pretty face, kneading her high breasts with one hand.

"Of course, why would Mom lie to you? You'll get used to it after a few more times." "Mom, will you let me do it again?" I asked in surprise.

"What? Don't you want to?" Mom said coquettishly.

"Mom, thank you, I promise I won't let you down." I buried my head in my mother's snow-white, full breasts again.

"Okay, okay," Mom said, gently patting my head. "Come on, gently pull out and go wash up first." As she spoke, she tore a piece of paper from the roll of paper on the bedside table and folded it neatly. Honestly, I really didn't want to leave my mother's warm little pussy, but I couldn't disobey her. I propped myself up with my hands and slowly pulled my penis out of my mother's pussy. Mom quickly stuck the tissue to her mons pubis and sat up. "Child, come, come with Mom to wash up." "Okay," I replied, getting out of bed and going into the bathroom with my mother. ...

[The End]

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