Give Mom sleeping pills

My younger brother is 25 years old and studying for his master's degree abroad.
This summer, my mother flew from China to visit me. It had been over half a year since I'd last seen her, and my mother, in her forties,
was still as elegant and beautiful as ever. Her figure was as good as it had been over a decade ago; the only
difference was that her breasts had sagged slightly, but they exuded a unique mature charm.
My mother is not only my mother, but also the goddess in my heart during my youth.
During my youth, my mother had a gentle side—at that time, my father was hiding from creditors after
losing money , leaving only my mother and me at home.
She shouldered all the burdens of the family on her slender shoulders. She loved and cared for me; every time she held me in her arms, pressing my face tightly against
her full breasts, I felt safe and warm.
My mother also had a wild side—perhaps we shouldn't blame her, because in many situations, she was
forced into it: when ruthless creditors came knocking, and faced with our mother and son failing to collect the debt,
their reaction upon seeing my beautiful and charming mother was predictable.
Countless times I've seen my mother pinned down by strange uncles and elders, her snow-white, firm
breasts being kneaded and sucked in their hands or mouths, her thick and thin, black
and white penises thrusting wildly into her wet, overflowing vagina. My mother didn't
resist much; on the contrary, sometimes I felt she even craved it…
Not every forced sex brought her to orgasm. Sometimes, after the strange uncles quickly finished
and left, my mother would lie naked on the bed, still wanting more, and begin masturbating. More than once
, I saw her stimulating her sensitive, erect nipples while
rapidly rubbing her swollen, engorged clitoris with her slender, white fingers. Her pink vagina contracted rapidly, each contraction
releasing milky white semen…
… After picking
my mother up from the airport and bringing her home, we had a simple dinner. Then she took a shower, preparing to
go to bed to the time difference. After her shower, her hair was still wet, and her beautiful face glowed slightly,
making her look charming and alluring. My mother was wearing a light gray, thin silk nightgown, her upper body clearly bare,
as her large breasts bulged against the front of the robe, her nipples erect and protruding like two cherries . The robe had a high slit, and when she sat down, her rose-red silk thong
was inadvertently revealed . To be honest, I hadn't expected my mother to dress so sexily, and a strange urge stirred within me… My mother took a sleeping pill and went to bed early to adjust to the time difference. I told her I was going out to buy some things, and after she closed the bedroom door, I pretended to leave. But I didn't go; instead, I quietly slipped into the bathroom and found her unwashed underwear. It was a set of light purple underwear . The bra was very thin, just a transparent layer of lace. "Won't it be easy for my nipples to show if I wear this? Will strange men notice on the plane?" I thought to myself, a strange excitement rising within me, as if I were back in those restless nights of my youth. My mother's underwear was also very thin, and the crotch area was damp, smelling of a mature woman. For some reason, my penis started to get erect. I took it out and pressed the head against the crotch of my mother's underwear; even this indirect contact with bodily fluids seemed to bring me immense excitement… At that moment, I faintly heard a buzzing electronic vibration coming from the bedroom. The sound wasn't loud, but the frequency was high, making it easy to hear. I quietly walked to the bedroom door, and my mother suddenly let out an uncontrollable moan. I realized—my mother was masturbating! To be honest, this surprised me greatly. First, I didn't expect my mother to carry a vibrator or similar device with her (is it really true that thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger?), and second, I didn't expect her to be masturbating on my bed! I couldn't resist reaching into my pants, masturbating while listening to my mother's low moans. Her moans were still so melodious, her orgasms still so intense… until the sleeping pills took effect, the storm of orgasms turning into my mother's peaceful breathing… At this point, I could no longer restrain myself. I quietly pushed open the bedroom door, and after , I went to her side. The bedroom was dark, but I didn't dare turn on the light. I turned on my phone's flashlight and saw half of my mother's delicate white breast exposed under her half-open robe. My body trembled uncontrollably, as if struck by lightning. With trembling hands, I gently lifted my mother's robe. Oh my god , I saw my mother's still erect nipple again . Almost unconsciously, I bent over and lay on top of my mother, closed my eyes, and gently pinched my mother's erect nipple between my burning lips, gently feeling the texture of her nipple with the tip of my tongue. Time seemed to stand still, oh no, it flowed backward. I seemed to have returned to my youth ten years ago…

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