widow's mother

My name is Li Ran, and I'm nineteen years old. My mother is a renowned beauty, and many people pursued her after my father passed away, but she refused all of them.
We live in an upscale neighborhood in H city. Thanks to my father's inheritance and insurance payouts, we have enough money in our bank account to last two lifetimes.
However, no one knows that a morally depraved act of incest is taking place in this building.
My mother, a teacher, is riding on top of her son, writhing and thrashing, the boy's thick penis thrusting in and out of her vagina.
"Husband, faster, my good son, Mommy's almost there," my mother moans, drool dripping from her mouth. The sounds of their thrusting grow louder, their fluids splattering, and my mother groans uncontrollably.
"Deeper, husband, son, deeper!!" Suddenly, Mom's honeypot tightened, and her juices gushed out. The folds of her vagina tightly gripped my penis, sucking like a baby's mouth. Mom's body trembled with each orgasm, her hands gripping my back tightly.
The climax made the proud teacher mom abandon morality and ethics, becoming a prisoner of her son's penis. I sucked on Mom's black-stockinged feet, my tongue licking her delicate toes, making Mom laugh with ticklishness.
"Good boy, I can't take it anymore, Mom's coming." Mom lowered her head and kissed my lips with her cherry-like mouth, her snow-white buttocks slamming against my thighs.
I effortlessly lifted Mom up, supporting her tender buttocks with my hands. Mom's black-stockinged legs tightly gripped my waist, the crotch of her stockings torn open, allowing my penis to enter. My
penis moved in and out of Mom's narrow honeypot, the friction at the point of contact causing thick, foamy fluid to flow out, slowly running down my scrotum.
"Ah...ah, harder, fuck me to death, oh oh...harder, my good son, fuck me to death! Ah..." Mom's cries grew louder, her small feet in black pantyhose tensing from the stimulation.
[Mom, I can't take it anymore.] I gripped Mom's plump buttocks tightly, thrusting with all my might, my glans slamming against her cervix. The next second, thick, strong spurts of semen erupted continuously.
[Ah!] Mom exclaimed, her beautiful legs in stockings clamping tightly around my waist, using her last bit of strength to firmly grip my continuously ejaculating penis.
We, this incestuous mother and son, continued to enjoy the incestuous pleasure brought by sex. My
limp penis slowly slid out of Mom's honey hole, the thick semen slowly flowing out and dripping onto the floor.
———————————————————————— My illicit affair with Mom began that year.
My father died in a plane crash, but the insurance payout and his inheritance were enough for my mother and me to live on for two lifetimes.
My mother, devastated by his death, cried all day, even refusing to eat or drink, and eventually fainted due to low blood sugar.
With the help of the neighbor, she was taken to the hospital.
We returned home the next day, but she was still in a daze.
To help her cheer up, I began my journey of becoming an adult.
My first attempt at cooking was terrible; I didn't know how much salt to add, resulting in dishes that were either too salty or bland.
But pointing to the dishes on the table, I said to my mother, "Mom, I will become an adult you can rely on!" Her small lips trembled slightly, but she didn't speak. She hugged me and cried. Like comforting the neighbor's daughter, I gently patted her back and whispered, "Mom, don't cry." She cried until she fell asleep, and I carried her to bed. For a 12-year-old like me, this was truly difficult.
But I climbed into bed and fell asleep hugging my mother.
The next day, Mom recovered and was no longer in a daze. I moved from my bedroom to Mom's.
Mom also quit her job and began to take meticulous care of me, doing her best in everything from my food and clothing to my studies.
As time passed, I began to feel curious about women. Mom and I always bathed together; our bathtub could easily fit an elephant.
Looking at Mom's sexy, fair body and full breasts, my little hand climbed onto her snow-white breasts. Mom was initially startled and grabbed my hand, but later let me touch them.
At first, I only touched Mom's breasts and thighs. When I tried to move upwards along her thighs, Mom blushed and refused.
"Sweetie, you can't touch higher."
"But I want to touch them!" I pleaded with Mom.
But Mom held firm to her boundaries and wouldn't let me touch higher. I could only sullenly knead Mom's breasts.
Looking at my mother's pink nipples, I felt a surge of emotion. I hugged her as she washed my hair, burying my face in her chest and sucking hard on her nipples.
My mother tried to push me away, but after a few gentle pushes, she gave up and instead gently stroked my head. However, my engorged penis was pressing against her soft abdomen. My mother blushed, bit her lip, and slowly reached out to grasp my throbbing penis.
Her delicate, white hands began to stroke my penis, sending waves of tingling sensations through it. Her hands moved faster and faster, the glans making a "squeaking" sound as she stroked it. Under
her caresses, I couldn't hold on much longer. I felt a strong urge to urinate, and I squeezed her breasts hard. Thick, foul-smelling semen uncontrollably shot onto her hands and stomach, slowly flowing between her legs.
My mother silently washed away the semen from her body and my penis, then turned to continue washing me.
From then on, I would hold my mother and nurse every time I took a bath, even though there was no milk in her breasts. She tacitly allowed it and would also use her hand to relieve my sexual desire, but she still wouldn't let me touch her inner thighs.
One day in July, the weather forecast predicted a typhoon, so my mother and I planned to buy water and groceries early so we wouldn't have to go out.
My mother and I carried large and small bags of things to go home, but the arrival of heavy rain interrupted our plans.
Soaked by the rain, we could only find a hotel and wait for the rain to stop.
In the hotel bathroom, in the cramped space, my mother and I squeezed into the small bathtub, almost without any gap. The boy and the beautiful woman were pressed tightly together. Because the bathtub was too small, my mother had to spread her legs so that I could sit between them.
I finally saw my mother's genitals. Her two pink labia were slightly parted, and there was a slightly engorged clitoris. My mother's face was slightly red, and she reached out to cover her vulva.
My penis was throbbing painfully, and my hands kept stroking my mother's beautiful legs, my penis gently rubbing against the soles of her feet.
[You brat, all you do is bully your mother.] Mom's cute little face flushed red, her legs gently clamping my penis and stroking it. One of her beautiful feet skillfully rubbed against my glans, her red-painted toes gently massaging my scrotum.
[So good, Mom.] Mom gave me a coquettish glare, increasing the speed of her stroking. I leaned against Mom's beautiful breasts, caressing her thighs, feeling her milk-like smooth skin.
Before long, I ejaculated on Mom's jade feet, thick semen splattering all over her little feet. Mom continued massaging my limp penis, spreading the semen evenly on her jade feet.
After showering, my mother and I lay on the large hotel bed. The sound of the television couldn't drown out the thunder and rain outside. Since our clothes were soaked, we were only wearing the hotel bathrobes.
I lay in my mother's arms, my hand sliding down the opening of the bathrobe, kneading her breasts. Feeling the soft, tender flesh change shape in my hands, my penis involuntarily hardened again.
[The End]

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