Taste Mom's cooking

That evening, I watched TV with a mixture of anticipation and absentmindedness. Hearing the washing machine coming from the bathroom filled me with a sense of accomplishment; after all, it was the sheets my mom and I had washed! I felt so proud, and the more I thought about it, the more impatient I became. But I still had to wait, until my mom went to bed. She usually goes to bed after 9:30. Looking at the time, I figured she'd be ready to sleep as soon as she finished washing the sheets. Sure enough, I heard her shaking the sheets. I thought it was about time, so I went back to my room to wait. In my room, I listened carefully to the sounds outside. A little while later, I heard my mom's door close. I suppressed my excitement and waited for about 15 minutes... I opened my door, walked to my mother's bedroom door, and gently pushed it, only to find it locked from the inside. I thought, "Looks like Mom's really wary of me." Luckily, I had the foresight to open the window a crack (my bedroom and Mom's bedroom are next to each other; we live on the third floor, and I can step directly into Mom's bedroom from my window). So I went back to my room, opened the window, checked that no one was outside, and then slowly opened Mom's bedroom window. I stepped one leg over and stuck my head out, listening for any sounds from inside. Then I slowly opened the window completely, and after I was all the way in, I closed it behind me. Inside the bedroom... It was very dark. After adjusting for a moment, I went straight to my mother's bedside, threw my underwear aside, and, without caring whether she would wake up, roughly pulled off the towel covering her. This time, I decided to properly savor my mother. I slowly stroked her skin, feeling her body tremble. I ignored it and continued to gently caress every inch of her skin. Her skin was very well-maintained, smooth and delicate to the touch. I moved one hand to her breasts (she didn't wear a bra to bed at night) and gently kneaded them, while my other hand slid down her lower abdomen and directly into her vagina. I felt my mother's entire... My body was trembling, and my breathing was heavy. One hand slowly caressed my mother's pubic hair, clitoris, and labia. Her body grew increasingly hot. Suppressing my excitement, I slowly pulled down her panties, then inhaled her scent inch by inch from her neck, moving to her breasts. I sucked and bit her nipples while my other hand continued to knead them. Hearing her rapid breathing, I released her breasts and continued my assault. My face rubbed against her lower abdomen, slowly moving towards her vulva. Finally, I reached my destination. I stood up, spread her legs, and lifted them in a V-shape... My mother was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide and raised to the sides. I lowered my head and smelled her vulva; it had a fragrance, probably because she had just taken a shower. I slowly took her clitoris into my mouth, and her body trembled violently, as if it were the greatest encouragement for me. I began to lick her clitoris, and her vagina became increasingly wet. Her breathing became rapid, and she tightly gripped my head with both hands, looking extremely helpless. Finally, her waist suddenly arched upwards, and one hand pressed down hard on my head, almost suffocating me. Just a few dozen seconds later, her vagina gushed out a stream of vaginal fluid, and then she collapsed... Lying on the bed, my head finally felt relieved.

I got up, opened the door, went to the bathroom to wash off the semen that had sprayed on my chin, and rinsed my mouth. Then I returned to the bedroom and looked at my mother lying limply on the bed. Recalling the past, looking at her alluring body, my lust grew stronger and stronger. I roughly climbed on top of my mother and shoved my almost bursting penis directly into her vagina, which had just been filled with cum. I once again experienced the slipperiness and softness of my mother's vagina, the layers of flesh scraping against my large glans. This feeling was truly irresistible. I began to thrust my penis. My mother still lay there like a dead person, but I was confident that she would come back to life in a while. Come here, I propped myself up, secured my mother's legs to my waist with both hands, then, holding her slender waist, I thrust hard into her buttocks, making a slapping sound. I watched my penis go in and out, the vaginal fluid flowing freely, watching my mother's vagina tightly grip my penis with her two large labia, as if afraid I would run away. Slowly, my mother let out a soft moan again. I knew my mother had come back to life, so I fucked my mother even harder, launching a fierce attack on the place where I was born with my penis. My mother's vagina contracted and relaxed, and I realized that my mother and I were so perfectly in sync, just like a married couple. Looking at my mother's flushed face and her tightly clenched lips, I felt a surge of excitement. So I kissed her lips and tried to tease her teeth with my tongue. My mother cooperated by opening her teeth and letting me in. And so, an obscene scene unfolded in the bedroom: the son and mother's tongues were intertwined, the mother's breasts rubbed against the son's chest, the son stroked his mother's back with one hand and held her waist with the other, the mother's legs were wrapped around the son's waist and her vagina was tightly holding his penis, the son's penis was going in and out of the mother's vagina. No one would have thought that they were a mother and son, doing the sweetest thing between a man and a woman like a husband and wife.

About half an hour later, I couldn't hold back any longer and started thrusting wildly. My mother seemed to know I was about to climax, and her vagina cooperated by contracting faster. Suddenly, my glans went numb, and I ejaculated my hot semen into my mother's vagina and uterus again. My mother, scalded by the heat, convulsed again and ejaculated as well. I could feel my glans being enveloped by the hot liquid. Ignoring the emptiness after ejaculating, I pulled my mother back onto me. I gently stroked her back and waist, and my face rubbed against her smooth, white skin. At this moment, my mother lay quietly on top of me, feeling fulfilled, happy, and conflicted. After all, we were mother and son, and if people found out about this incestuous act, we would be doomed. However, my mother did enjoy this sense of fulfillment that she hadn't experienced with my father. The main problem was that she didn't know how to resist her son's behavior and didn't want to cause embarrassment in the family. So, in the end, my mother silently decided to neither oppose nor approve of this matter, accepting the sexual relationship between her and her son as long as it wasn't brought into the open. How could I know what my mother was thinking? But based on my understanding of her, this was the guarantee of my sexual happiness, and I felt a surge of pride. About ten minutes later, I rolled over and pinned her beneath me again. Looking at her tightly closed eyes and the pupils moving beneath her eyelids, I kissed her lips again. Perhaps because she had come to terms with it, my tongue entwined with hers without any resistance. After kissing for a while, I felt a soft little hand grasp my penis, and it instantly became erect. Then I felt that trembling hand guide my penis into that slippery, soft place. I felt that my mother had actually accepted me, and I was overjoyed. So, while thrusting my penis, I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, from now on, even if Dad isn't around, I'm your man, I'm your husband." After saying that, I heard my mother softly hum in agreement. My goal was achieved, and I began to thrust into her tender little pussy again. I ejaculated inside her vagina once more. However, after the orgasm, my penis was a little sore, and my lower abdomen felt a bit bloated. It seems I should do it less often in the future. I did it five times today alone; if I did this every day, I'd die of exhaustion! I thought to myself. But then I looked at my mother, her head resting on my arm, her arms wrapped around my waist, and at her sleeping face. I saw satisfaction and happiness on her rosy cheeks. I felt that as long as my mother was happy, I would be willing to die on her belly. So, I didn't go back to my room. Looking at my mother's face, I slowly fell asleep…

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