Crossing the Mother River

Chapter One.

Every protagonist in a novel told in the first person has a name. Please call me Ah Hao, or any name you like if you prefer, as it's not important to the story I'm about to tell you.

This is a story about my beautiful and sensual mother, a story of love and sacrifice.

I was born in the 1970s in a small town in southern China, a picturesque place. According to the older generation, my hometown was settled here during the Southern Song Dynasty, when people migrated from the Central Plains to escape war.

Because the surrounding area was inhabited by ethnic minorities, after centuries of development, although the main lifestyle remained Han Chinese, we also adopted many customs from the original inhabitants of the border regions. For example, newlyweds would go to a temple to worship a thick wooden stake painted in the shape of a tiger's head to pray for peace and children (I later learned from books that this was just a remnant of primitive genital worship), and the husband would give his new wife a silver necklace, and so on...

My mother's name was Fang Min. She lost the joys of girlhood at a very young age, learning to become pregnant and give birth. My father seduced my mother at a bonfire party when she was fifteen, taking her virginity, and that's how I came to be. My younger sister was born on their wedding night. My

father worked in a mine and was quite chauvinistic (most men in our hometown were like that). After he rose to a minor foreman position, he developed a drinking problem, often drinking until he was unconscious, requiring my mother, me, and the rest of the family to help him to bed. However, he didn't beat or scold anyone in the family when he was drunk. Therefore, considering other factors, you could say he was actually quite good to my mother (at least compared to other families in town), and it was clear that my mother loved my father, or perhaps it was "a kind of respect."

However, I often sensed that my mother seemed a little melancholy. Of course, at that time, I didn't quite understand why. Our family's circumstances were considered upper-middle class compared to other families; my mother never had to work to help support the family.

Whenever I had the chance, I would help my mother with chores. My dad was always working in the mine, which naturally brought my mom and me closer. She often came to me for help, and I, in turn, tried to cheer her up. It was clear my mom enjoyed having me around; it eased some of the boredom of housework.

My dad always left early and came home late, almost always looking disheveled. I felt that romance had long since faded from their marriage. Most of the time, he was either busy working, in meetings, or drinking. Under these circumstances, my mom was actually quite lonely. However, I believe my dad still loved my mom very much. They would sometimes joke around or tease each other, but the romance they had when they first got married was very rare… practically nonexistent.

After graduating high school (few of us went to university back then), I started working and also took a job driving a taxi, hoping to earn extra money to help support the family. But as you can imagine, this meant I didn't have much time to date or engage in the social activities that most young men enjoy. My life wasn't anything special; sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn't, just like any other ordinary person.

At night, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed, my mother and I would often sit together at the kitchen table and chat. I knew she loved having me with her… Over time, my mother and I became very close. She would even hug me and whisper that my presence was like the sunshine illuminating her life.

I was a precocious child, knowing many things that should have been vague concepts at my age. When I turned sixteen, I began to see my mother with entirely new eyes. I discovered that she was indeed a woman, and a very beautiful one at that.

My mother had very black, thick, and long hair. When she let it down, the jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist. She had a great figure, a slender, southern-style figure, and her eyes were still bright and expressive.

We talked about almost everything. I told my mother about my favorite celebrities, and she told me about her life before she got married. Talking about those carefree days, she still longed for them, but my mother told me she didn't regret her marriage because it gave her the most important things in her life—her husband and children.

At that moment, I realized that my mother, with her traditional virtues and beauty, was a woman very attractive to me. So I began to consciously seek her embraces and compliment her, saying she was still a very beautiful woman. These words usually made her blush, but she would still accept them with a smile.

Later, every day when I came home, I would bring her some flowers or desserts. On Sundays, I would ask her to go to the movies with me.

In the theater, I would intentionally or unintentionally lean against her or hold her warm hand, and then, when she wasn't looking, quickly put my arm around her shoulder. At this point, my mother would naturally lean back and rest her head on my shoulder.

I knew that my mother looked forward to the days I took her to the movies because she always picked out the films for us in advance.

After watching a movie, I like to sit with my mother in a small park nearby. There, we can watch the night view of the whole town and exchange playful, affectionate words.

One day, my mother said to me, "Son, shouldn't you be thinking about dating? You're almost seventeen."

Without considering the consequences, I blurted out, "Mom, I don't want to get married. I want to be with you forever."

Hearing her son's bold confession, my mother was clearly taken aback, turning to stare at me in disbelief. After a while, her dazed gaze silently shifted to the distance.

"Mom, did I make you worry?"

My mother thought for a long time before slowly saying, "I think we should go back."

Seeing my mother's attitude, I began to curse the words I had just blurted out. But then I thought, well, it can't be ignored anyway; spilled water can't be taken back. So why not take it a step further?

"Mom, I'm sorry if what I said embarrassed you. But you know, your son isn't stupid, and he's more mature than his age suggests. I love you very much, and I'd do anything for your happiness, Mom. Please don't hate me."

Mom remained silent for a long time, then looked at me sadly and said, "Son, it's my fault. I shouldn't have let this continue. It's all because I was so lonely that I sought your company, which led you astray." "Mom

, I didn't want this to happen either. But since it has, I'm still happy to have fallen in love with a woman like you."

"No! No way! You're my own son!" Mom retorted. "How can such a thing happen between a mother and son? Besides, I'm a married woman." "

Mom, I can't worry about that anymore. I'll take the risk if I have to. It's already happened, and I don't want to lie, and I don't want to take back my love for you. Mom, for your own sake, can't you carefully consider my... request?"

Mom remained silent for a long while, then two clear tears silently slid down her jade-like face. Gazing at my weeping mother, I felt guilty. I pulled her to my chest and hugged her tightly. At that moment, Mom whispered, "Son, we should go home."

After this incident, the relationship between my mother and me cooled considerably. Despite my repeated pleas, Mom refused to go to the movies with me again, telling me instead that she should go with a girl about my age.

I could tell that Mom was suffering just as much as I was. As the days passed, Mom became depressed and taciturn. When Dad noticed the change in Mom and asked her why she wouldn't go to the movies with me, Mom just shook her head and asked why Dad wouldn't take her.

Dad said, "You know I'm very busy. Sunday is my only day off. It's better to rest at home."

Of course, that day, he drank as usual. Then, Mom raised her voice, as if she was saying something to him, and finally slammed the door and left the bedroom.

This Tuesday, when everyone else in the family (Dad and my sister) was out, I pleaded with Mom again. Unexpectedly, she didn't speak, but simply nodded. Overjoyed, I rushed forward and hugged my mother tightly. She didn't resist, gently resting her head on my shoulder.

"Mom!" I was so happy, I tightened my embrace, signaling to her that with her consent, our previous relationship was over, and a new chapter had begun.

I silently but very gently stroked my mother's back, my hands lightly gliding over her snowy shoulders and back. My mother remained still, leaning against my shoulder.

I stepped back slightly, staring into my mother's eyes, gazing into their depths, and said in a calm tone, "Mom, I love you, I will always love you." Then, I leaned down and kissed my mother's slender, lovely neck, slowly moving upwards to her face. Finally, I bravely pressed my lips to hers.

Unexpectedly, my mother didn't push me away. When her soft lips finally responded, I was so happy I almost jumped for joy.

After that, the flowers I brought back for my mother always earned me a gentle kiss on the cheek. When we were alone together, the long-lost embrace returned; and unlike before, I could now boldly caress my mother's back.

Every Sunday before our date, my mother quickly reverted to her old self, impatient and restless. My sister noticed and jokingly asked her why she couldn't sit still. To this, my mother simply said she was going to the movies with her son. My sister laughed at me, calling me

a sissy, still clinging to my mother at this age. I muttered that as long as my mother was happy, I was willing to cling to her forever.

Chapter Two:

This Sunday evening, my mother wore a very sexy outfit. Despite having two children, her figure was still slender like a young girl's. The clothes, though not very tight, had a great effect, cleverly highlighting her full breasts and shapely hips. With a light touch of makeup, my mother

looked incredibly young, and I was immediately captivated by her stunning beauty. On the way to the cinema, my mother was the center of attention for all the men in town, receiving admiring glances from everyone. As her son, I felt incredibly proud.

That evening, the movie was a romantic drama. As usual, I naturally put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and she rested her head on mine in return. After the movie, we went to our usual park. Outside, the temperature was quite cool.

Quietly, Mom gazed at me and said softly, "Son, Mom wants to thank you for your patience, and thank you for giving me such a wonderful evening."

I looked at Mom and said, "Mom, you look beautiful tonight, very... um! very sexy."

My bluntness made Mom smile, but her face also flushed. She whispered, "Xiao Hao, if you weren't my son, I really would think... you're seducing your mother." At that moment

, I looked at her and said, "Mom, yes."

As I confessed, my body temperature and blood instantly felt like they were on fire. My mouth was dry, and the intensity of my excitement—if there were a measuring instrument, my heart rate would definitely exceed 120.

Turning my head away, my mother whispered, "But son, I am your mother, and I have married your father."

"Mom, do you really care about Dad? I feel he neglects you too much, and I feel you're unhappy. Mom! Give me a chance, I will make you happy!"

My mother didn't answer. After a long silence, she slowly said, "Son, I think we should go home, otherwise… one of us… might do something that we'll both regret for the rest of our lives." She

didn't specify which one of us, and my heart was pounding in my chest. Was my mother also struggling to control her feelings, just like me?

"Mom, I'm sorry, but you are so beautiful. I can't control myself. Many times, I feel like a beast, but I still hope, I hope you're not my mother, so that I might… feel more… I might…" Overwhelmed with

emotion, I couldn't fully express the intense feelings surging through my chest at that moment. But my mother didn't seem to dislike this confession; on the contrary… on the contrary, she seemed somewhat pleased. I could truly feel it in my heart, and I was certain that Dad had never said that to Mom.

Like a dream, a pair of soft, delicate hands gently caressed my cheeks. Mom cupped my face and softly said, "Son, I'm so glad you're my son. Do you really think Mom is beautiful?"

I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms, saying, "Yes, Mom, you're really beautiful, very sexy." Then, unable to resist the urge of my emotions, I suddenly lowered my head and kissed my mother's rosy lips recklessly.

Mom didn't move, only passively leaning against my chest, her body stiffening slightly. I continued kissing her, my joy and anticipation rising higher and higher. Then, Mom suddenly responded with the same passion, her delicate lips pressing heavily against mine. At that moment, I almost cried; I had finally broken through the defenses in my mother's heart.

Seizing the opportunity, I passionately kissed the beautiful woman in my arms, starting with her face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, and then returning to her warm red lips. I explored with my tongue, prying open her tightly closed teeth, teasing her delicate tongue, and kissing her passionately for a while. We finally separated, breathless, and gazed at each other for a moment.

My mother suddenly turned her head and whispered, "We should go home, son..."

We drove home, and my mother naturally rested her head on my shoulder. Through the rearview mirror, I secretly glimpsed a joyful smile on my mother's lips. So, halfway home, I suddenly pulled the car over to the shoulder, stopped, and began to kiss my astonished mother, while simultaneously reaching for her chest and kneading her full, round breasts through her clothes.

The first time a man other than her husband touched her chest, Mom trembled violently. She pushed me away forcefully, gasping, "Son! I...we...can't do this."

Clearly, Mom still had reservations about her husband and her own chastity. However, I ignored her protests, using the cramped space of the car to force myself on her, kissing her hesitant lips again, silencing her words. At the same time, my right hand climbed onto her chest, kneading her breasts.

The breasts of a mature woman felt wonderful; two heavy mounds of flesh twisted and contorted under my pressure, full of elasticity. Mom's initial struggle gradually turned into sweet moans, and she began to passionately respond to my kiss.

After a while, Mom suddenly broke free from my embrace, lowered her head, and whispered, "Son, we should go home."

"Okay, Mom," I replied meaningfully, noticing her slightly trembling shoulders.

When we arrived home, it was quiet; everyone else was asleep. As usual, Dad was probably drunk again. Before we even got to the living room downstairs, I started hugging and kissing Mom passionately again.

At first, Mom protested, "No...don't do this, you'll wake everyone else up."

Gently, I replied firmly, "Mom, I love you more than anyone else in the world. I want to keep kissing you like this. Don't worry, Mom, Dad and my sister are already fast asleep."

"Son, I know, Mom loves you too! But I am your father's wife, and no matter what his flaws are, I still wear the collar he gave me..."

"But Mom, we're just kissing, I don't think this will hurt anyone."

"Son, what if someone gets woken up? What if we're discovered?"

In the living room, we were at an impasse. Suddenly, I had an idea and whispered, "Mom, let's go to my room. We can lock the door. Dad's definitely drunk; he won't know where you went." After

a few seconds of silence, I almost thought Mom was going to turn around and leave. However, unexpectedly, she sighed, nodded, and finally gave in to her son's unreasonable demand.

"Go to the room and wait for me. I'll go check on your father and come right back."

I paced anxiously in the room. Just before my patience gave out, the door was gently pushed open, and my mother came in, closing the door softly behind her. She said, looking down, "Son, your father's drunk again."

I couldn't be mistaken; I detected a hint of disgust in her voice. This was my perfect opportunity.

"But I don't think we should do this," my mother sighed softly. "I...I don't want to betray your father!"

"I know, Mom. Trust me, your son won't hurt you. No matter what happens, I'll always protect you and be filial to you."

I hugged my mother, lay down on the bed, and began to kiss her.

The kisses grew more and more passionate. Through her thin cotton underwear, I could feel my mother's excitement. My hands eagerly explored her entire body, sometimes her full breasts, sometimes caressing her rounded buttocks. My trembling hands reached for her breasts to unbutton her clothes. Instantly, my mother's body stiffened, but then relaxed again.

"Son, Mom is so scared..."

"Mom, don't be afraid, your son has grown up, I will protect you."

"Yes, son, Mom believes you." Mom said shyly, then leaned against my strong chest and gently kissed her son's cheek.

"Mom, your son loves you."

Afraid that she might suddenly change her mind, I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, while simultaneously hugging and kissing Mom repeatedly, not giving her a chance to back out.

With her shirt off, Mom's full, snowy breasts were encased in a simple white bra, rising and falling with her breath, incredibly alluring. In the dim light, her bare skin appeared even whiter. I took a deep breath and focused my attention on her bra, this time reaching behind Mom's back.

My mother resisted weakly, whispering, "Son, think of your father, think of the ancestors in the ancestral hall. This time, we've gone too far!"

"Mom, I don't regret it. Humans are inherently selfish. Tomorrow, I'll go with you to the ancestral hall to burn incense and pay respects."

I kissed my mother's lips, thus stopping her resistance. Suddenly, my mother's high, firm breasts pressed against my chest. The novel stimulation made me groan softly, instinctively reaching out to knead them, eliciting a series of soft moans from my mother beneath me.

My mother's breasts gave me a warm feeling from my childhood. I couldn't help but lower my head to kiss her pink nipples. In a short while, the delicate nipples stood erect from the areolas.

"Mom, I love you. I know I can't be with you, with you… but I don't care. Mom, your son wants to make love to you." I confessed to my mother, lowering my head to kiss her lower abdomen, licking her small navel, imagining the wonderful feeling of my brother and I conceiving within it years ago.

After a series of intimate touches, my mother seemed to feel pleasure, unconsciously pushing her snow-white body towards me. I licked away the beads of sweat on her skin, tasting the slightly salty flavor, which made her let out a joyful moan beneath me, almost a cry. Then, I began to caress her long, beautiful legs.

My mother's thighs were as smooth as silk, and very soft and delicate to the touch. Following the curves of her beautiful legs, I gradually moved upwards to her groin, where I felt my mother's panties, which matched her bra, both made of cotton.

I focused on passionately kissing and sucking on my mother's fragrant lips, my tongue prying open her lips, making her moan ecstatically in a series of passionate kisses, her whole body relaxing, and unconsciously, she parted her legs slightly, opening her most private parts to me. It

was truly unbelievable. My mother, the mother who gave me life and raised me, was now like a blooming lily, waiting for me to pluck her. Through the rough cotton cloth, I groped for the opening of my mother's vulva, gently rubbing it. Soon, her white panties were soaked with a steady stream of honey-like fluid.

I stood up, quickly stripped off my clothes, and slid down my body to her crotch, burying my face inside. Now, the vulva I had longed for, exuding an intoxicating, mature fragrance, was separated from me only by a thin layer of cotton cloth.

"Mom, your son has come to honor you." I took a deep breath and began to lick my mother's vulva through the rough cotton cloth, my tongue pushing the fabric of her panties into the crevice of her labia, admiring the beautiful contours of her vulva, and then sucking at the honey-like fluid that kept seeping through the fabric.

Under this stimulation, my mother weakly twisted her body. Then, I hooked the sides of her panties and pulled them down, a movement that made her body shudder.

"Son, turn back! You have a bright future ahead of you, it's not worth... not worth it for a woman like your mother..."

"Mom, I've told you, I love you. I know this world doesn't allow mothers and sons to do this, but if you truly love someone, then this kind of thing is unavoidable."

"But what if we get found out..." Mom said.

"As long as we keep it a secret, no one will know. Mom, we'll be very careful, then no one will know."

I comforted the most important woman in my life, kissing her fragrant black hair and sparkling eyes, and finally kissing her lips again. This time, Mom softened in my arms and began to kiss me back, our tongues intertwining.

I reached down and pulled at the last piece of clothing covering Mom's body. This time, Mom didn't resist. When I threw her underwear on the ground, Mom instinctively reached up to cover her thighs, trying to block her son's beast-like, burning gaze. I gently but firmly pulled Mom's hands away, gazing at that lush black bush, as if in a dream, and whispered in admiration.

Mom straightened up, pressed against my chest, and gently kissed me. I kneaded Mom's vulva, while gently biting her full breasts, a finger sliding into her wet opening. Even in the most alluring erotic dreams, I had never been able to pull down my mother's panties and caress her mons pubis like this. Her

vulva was already very wet. I moved my mouth to the base of her thighs, kissing her honeyed lips, then moving upwards, teasingly nibbling at her pubic hair. During this process, Fang Min… my dear mother, kept moaning with pleasure, immersed in waves of ecstasy.

After kissing for a while, my tongue pushed open her honeyed lips, breathing in the delicate feminine fragrance. I raised my head, admiring the alluring scenery of my mother's private parts, noticing a small pink opening—that was where my mother urinated. Ignoring the strong smell, I was completely captivated by every part of my mother, gently licking, then licking her entire inner wall, especially around her vagina.

When my tongue moved to the most sensitive clitoris, my mother couldn't help but cry out. Then, I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust, while still continuously sucking and kissing her genitals.

The mature, beautiful middle-aged woman's breathing became increasingly rapid. I relentlessly stimulated her clitoris, and her genitals overflowed with fluid, soaking my fingers in the slippery nectar.

Finally, with a suppressed, sharp cry, my mother arched her snow-white body, and then her whole body began to spasm. I seemed not to hear her, continuing to stimulate her, gleefully knowing that I had brought my mother to orgasm.

After a while, Mom, panting, her firm breasts rubbed against my chest. With a shy blush, she whispered, "Son, I've never been so happy in my life."

"Mom, you know what? You're so beautiful and sexy. Making love with you has been my dream for so long."

"Son, tell me honestly, do you really think Mom is beautiful?"

"Of course, more beautiful than any movie star."

Tears welled in her eyes as Mom gently embraced my neck, kissed my lips, and shyly reached down to grasp my penis, slowly stroking it, guiding it to her inner thighs, rubbing it up and down against her wet vulva.

"Mom!" I whispered, "I love you."

As if silently expressing her agreement, Mom spread her legs, placing my penis at the entrance of her vagina. I gazed into the depths of her eyes as Mom pushed me inside her.

"Mmm! Son..."

For a boy my age, my penis was large and thick, and my mother's vagina, under my thrusts, bloomed like a flower petal, ready to embrace my burning hot shaft.

My mother arched her back, allowing my penis to reach its hilt deep inside her vagina. Despite having given birth to two children, my mother's vagina was still very tight, the inner muscles gripping my penis like a pair of clamps.

I pulled out, then slid back in, and began thrusting wildly. My mother swayed her hips and waist with the same passionate rhythm, matching my thrusts, and my penis was quickly soaked with love juice.

My mother and I were like machines born for lovemaking, perfectly coordinated. Each time I thrust in, my mother arched her back to meet me, her full breasts swinging in a sexy arc. Each time, I felt the head of my penis pressing against her cervix, and my mother began to breathe more and more rapidly. We

went on like this for about fifteen minutes, and then my mother's body stiffened again. At the same time, she gripped my buttocks with her hands, her fingers digging in tightly, her warm, tender flesh gripping my penis tightly inside her vagina. I felt a tightness in my lower body; for the first time in my life, I ejaculated my virgin semen back into my mother's body. One ejaculation after another, a considerable amount, and soon my penis felt the semen begin to flow back.

And so, my mother and I intertwined, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasm.

After a while, my penis hardened again inside my mother's vagina, and I gently thrust in and out. This time, because it was more gentle, we lasted a long time, finally reaching orgasm together again.

The long night felt far too short for us, mother and son. After our last intimate moment, my mother whispered shyly in my ear, "Son, you're so big. Your father and I have never experienced anything like this. Ah! I've almost forgotten when the last time I felt this happy was."

My mother's words filled me with a sense of pride as a man. My first time with my mother was more satisfying for her than all the times she had with my father since their marriage.

"Mom, it's probably because I love you so much!"

"Xiaohao, my dear son, this is the best orgasm Mom has ever had." Mom confessed to me again, kissed me goodbye, and said, "My good son, Mom should go back now. I think neither of us wants anyone to suspect anything!"

Mom and I kissed for a while longer, said some sweet words, and she stood up and wiped herself clean.

"Mom, can you leave these panties with me?" I asked softly.

Mom was silent for a while, then asked me with a little unease, "As a memento of our first time?"

I nodded quickly.

"I promise you, but you have to keep them safe." So, Mom put on her clothes, left her panties with me, and quietly left my room.

That night, we, mother and son, made love four times. Finally, I remember pressing Mom's panties to my face and falling asleep. Even in my dream, all I could hear was Mom's sweet, tearful moans.

Chapter Three

: But when dawn broke the next day, everything from the previous night seemed to vanish like mist. As the family sat around the table for breakfast, Mom was unusually cold. She not only didn't speak to me but also avoided eye contact.

I felt like I was in an ice cave, yet I still refused to give up. So, while Dad and my sister left for work and school respectively, I pretended to be unwell and stayed in my room, fiddling with the white underwear stained with Mom's juices, waiting quietly.

A short while later, the door opened, and Mom walked in as I had hoped. Seeing the underwear in my hand, her face immediately flushed red with embarrassment, and she said in a trembling voice, "Son, we can't repeat last night's mistake."

Before I could defend myself, Mom gestured for me to be quiet. "Last night was indeed very happy, and I will always remember everything we had. But I am, after all, a married woman. Son, we can't make the same mistake again."

"Mom," I protested loudly, pulling her into my arms. "I love you! You know you love me too. Give your son a chance!"

I tried to kiss her, but Mom turned away, pulled away from my embrace, and shook her head. "No, son." Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, "Because you are my son."

"Mom!" I cried out as she was about to leave my room. "I won't stop loving you, and I will continue to pursue you."

Tears streamed down Mom's face, but she still left me. From then on, our relationship cooled. I could tell that Mom's decision was painful for her, but her resolve remained unwavering.

Time flew by, and months of effort proved futile. I almost gave up hope of repairing our relationship. My mother was busy finding me a partner, contacting everyone she could find, asking if they knew any good girls; she even consulted all sorts of random books to see if our horoscopes were compatible, and if so, she would arrange for us to meet.

I felt extremely distressed because the only woman I loved—my mother—was about to cruelly push me away from her. In the end, I chose a girl because, in my eyes, she looked somewhat like my mother, and the engagement date was set.

Then, some strange things started happening. My mother's attitude towards me changed; she acted like a jealous woman, scolding me for even the smallest mistakes I made.

I jokingly asked her, "Are you unwilling to give your son away?" My mother wouldn't admit it, but when I pointed out her recent change and said it was just a lover's jealousy, she fell silent, went into her room, and didn't come out all night.

The next day, when it was just the two of us at home, Mom said, "Son, shall we go see a movie again on Sunday?"

It was a little strange, but I was still very happy, thinking Mom was probably just trying to comfort me. I nodded and said, "Mom, that's great!"

I don't know how I got through the next few days, constantly looking forward to Sunday. When the long-awaited day finally arrived, Mom had dressed up carefully for our outing. I could hardly believe that the beautiful woman sitting next to me was my mother.

After the movie, we went back to our private spot, and I hugged Mom again. She didn't resist, and we began to kiss passionately.

My hands started to roam over her body, and from her tightly clenched legs, I could tell she was excited. We were intimate for about an hour before returning home. Just like last time, Dad and my sister were asleep.

"Wait for me in your room, I'm going to check on your dad," Mom said softly.

When she went into the room, I had already taken off my clothes and was lying on the bed. Mom turned and locked the door, then walked towards me. Mother and son began a long-awaited, passionate kiss.

I couldn't wait any longer; I quickly undressed her, pinned her down, and kissed every inch of her delicate skin. Holding her rounded buttocks, I kissed her genitals wildly, bringing her to orgasm. Then, I climbed on top of her, letting her hold my rock-hard penis, placing it at her entrance, and thrusting forward, easily entering her already wet vagina.

I gripped her rounded buttocks and fucked her hard. With each penetration, she would throw her head back and moan with abandon. We rolled around on the bed, sometimes Mom on top, sometimes I on top, and so it went on for a long time until I finally ejaculated inside my mother's warm vagina.

This time, Mom also reached orgasm; I had never seen her with such a satisfied smile.

"Son, you were amazing."

"Mom, are you still going to force me to get married?" I asked her, a hint of unease in my voice.

"Ah, son, Mom loves you. As your wedding day draws closer, Mom feels increasingly overwhelmed, almost like she's going crazy. I know I'm just jealous. Mom loves you more than anything in this world."

"Like a lover, right?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes, not just a mother's love for her son, but a love like a lover's. Mom can't let you leave my side again, not even for a second," Mom said softly.

"Do you love me more than you love Dad?" I asked, embracing Mom again, kneading her round breasts, letting her full mounds swell, then kissing her swollen nipples.

In joy, Mom murmured, "Ah, son, Mom respects your father…my husband, but Mom doesn't love him. After being with you, I know what love is. My dear son, Mom wants to be your wife. I feel so happy when I'm in your arms."

Hearing these words from my dear mother, I was shocked.

"Mom, you made me the happiest man in the world. I don't want to share your love with anyone else, not even Dad. You are mine. I want to possess your body and soul. I want you to always lie in my arms like this. I want to be one with you, Mom."

Mom hugged my back tightly, rolled over, adjusted her position, and straddled my waist until my penis was fully inside her. Then she kissed me passionately, thrusting her plump white buttocks up and down.

"Son, this is wonderful, but our union must be a secret between us. Your dad and your sister can't know, otherwise we can't be together."

"Of course, I know."

Holding Mom's mature buttocks, I thrust hard, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the speed. Suddenly, Mom's tongue intertwined with mine like crazy. Then, in her climax, Mom's body trembled violently, letting out a silent scream.

I knew Mom had reached her climax, so I quickly rolled over and pinned her beneath me, thrusting forcefully. My beautiful, voluptuous body trembled with each thrust, her breasts and buttocks heaving. As waves of pleasure coursed through her, she finally cried out, and at the same time, my penis plunged into her uterus, ejaculating a torrent of my semen, filling her womb with the seeds of incest.

After the frenzy, we embraced, her genitals still connected to mine. She pushed me down onto the bed and began kissing my entire body. When she reached between my legs, she took my penis into her mouth and began oral sex. I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated again. Without a hint of disgust, this time she swallowed her son's semen with a charming smile.

The next day, my mother and I went to a jewelry store to order a silver necklace for our wedding. No one knew that I was marrying my dear mother. I also bought a wedding dress for her, and of course, I bought one for myself.

Chapter Four

A week later, Mom chose an auspicious day, and in the dead of night, when no one knew, my mother and I secretly went to the town temple. Mom wore her bright red wedding dress with gold trim, looking absolutely stunning; I also wore my new clothes.

My bride shyly lowered her head before me. I took the necklace Dad had given her from her snow-white neck and then put the one I had made for her on her head, signifying that from this moment on, Mom was my wife.

After the ceremony, we prayed for our happiness before that strange wooden tiger. After a festive feast, we made love passionately there.

"Son, every time I'm with you, it feels like my first time. You give me so much happiness, but tonight is our special first night. Tonight, I am not only your mother, but also your wife."

"Mom, now that you are my wife, can I call you Amin from now on?"

Mom blushed slightly and nodded shyly. Then I said to her, "Amin, tonight is a special night. Tonight is your first time, and I want you to give me a little baby."

My mother buried her head in my arms and said, "Son, in our customs, a woman's primary responsibility as a good wife is to bear a child for her husband. I'm happy to bear children for you, and besides, your wife is pregnant tonight!"

That night, my mother and I made love repeatedly. Perhaps the wooden tiger really worked wonders; I ejaculated five times inside my mother's womb, hoping she would conceive my child soon. Finally, I put on my clothes, held my naked mother in my arms, and took her to a nearby stream to wash.

At the riverbank, I found a secluded spot, laid my mother down, and spread out her bright red phoenix-patterned dress. The moonlight was beautiful; my mother's skin was very white, even shimmering with a soft, pearly glow under the moonlight, clearly visible. Although my mother and I had been intimate many times before, this was the first time I had truly appreciated the beauty of my mother… this woman who had become my wife.

My mother shyly closed her eyes, letting me help her up. Her breasts weren't large or perky, but rather gracefully curved across her chest. I felt incredibly lucky to have such a woman as my mother.

I lifted her into the water and let her stand, scooping water to wash her lower body. Afterward, I let her wash herself while I swam around her for a while. Gradually, watching her graceful figure, I became excited again, and quietly swam behind her. The water was just up to her mid-thighs. I grabbed her slender waist, and she gasped, then, realizing it was me, quieted down, letting me caress her two snow-white buttocks. After playing for a while,

I cupped her rounded mounds with both hands and pulled them apart. My mother grabbed my hands, trying to stop me, but I grabbed her hands and placed them on her buttocks, kneading them with all four palms.

After a while, I released her hands, letting her spread her buttocks herself, admiring my mother's back door. The back door was tightly closed, like a chrysanthemum bud. I reached out to touch it, and my mother tensed up. I poked it a few times, but the little chrysanthemum remained tightly shut.

I stood up and had my mother straddle my waist, walking into deeper water until the water submerged her pink buttocks. I held my mother's forearms, making her lean back, and my penis slid in. I began to thrust again. Because of the buoyancy of the water, I used this position to bring my mother to orgasm. By the time we got home, it was already four in the morning.

From then on, whenever we could find an opportunity, we would be together. My mother always initiated it; she was currently at the peak of her sexual desire, always having a strong urge. Every time I took off her underwear, her genitals were already soaking wet. My mother told me that just thinking about me made her very wet; no one had ever excited her so much.

Sometimes, we were like madmen; as soon as the desire arose, we would immediately find a place to have sex.

Once, when everyone else was still at home, I saw my mother go into the bathroom and quietly followed her. My mother hadn't locked the door. When I opened it, she was urinating when she saw me. I ignored her protests, picked her up, and without even wiping her with toilet paper, pressed her against the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high, and fucked her from behind.

"Son, someone might come in," my mother whispered, but I ignored her and continued until we both reached orgasm.

When I left, I pulled up my mother's panties to prevent her from wiping. Although our affair wasn't discovered, for the rest of the day, just seeing my mother constantly pressing her lower abdomen and frowning in embarrassment aroused me, knowing that my semen was flowing from her vagina and soaking her panties.

One night, I woke up very aroused and really wanted my mother, so I quietly went into the master bedroom. My mother was lying next to my father, the thin blanket slipping off her body, revealing her extremely sexy figure. I gently shook my mother awake, signaling her to be quiet, and whispered that I wanted her, then went back to my own room.

Two minutes later, Mom came in. I picked her up and placed her on the bed, then began undressing us.

"Son, Mom knows I'm your wife. I should be there for you when you need me, but you coming into my room like this is putting us in unnecessary danger,"

Mom protested. But I kissed her, stripped her naked, and began giving her oral sex. Soon, Mom was wet. I climbed on top of her, penetrated her, and started having sex with her.

Later, as she left me, she told me, "Son, from now on, when you want me, you can come to my room and wake me up, like tonight, and I'll come to you."

I was excited, but the next night, Mom came into my room with a smile on her face, carrying her bedding, and said, "I told your dad he gets drunk every night, and I can't stand the smell, so I'm sleeping in your room. Your dad agreed, so from now on, I'm yours every night."

I grabbed her and showered her with kisses. Mom, from now on, we can be like a real couple.

For the next two years, my mother and I were extremely careful, seizing every safe opportunity to indulge our incestuous love. Sometimes, we would simply spend two days away from home, meeting like wild animals in a cave or dense forest.

My father never suspected our frequent outings, only thinking I was a dutiful son. In fact, I think he must have been very happy; with his nagging wife and son gone, he could get drunk without worry.

Two years later, my sister got pregnant by a man from another province and married him. I, on the other hand, had a good opportunity to go to Shanghai to learn how to do business. If I did well, I might even be able to go abroad someday.

Being so far from home, I once sadly thought that my relationship with my mother would end there. However, the bond between mother and son was deep. My mother, who had never left her hometown in the southwest, actually learned to take the train and travel thousands of miles to Shanghai to see me and help me take care of my life.

Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, but when news came from our hometown that my father had been poisoned by alcohol and had been found dead in front of a tiger statue, my mother and I felt lost and bewildered. However, this also meant that we were free from all ties from then on.

My mother officially moved in with me, and we became inseparable, like newlyweds. I was also very happy. Having experienced the vibrant atmosphere of the big city, she became bolder in our sex life, readily accepting my burgeoning libido and my passionate kisses, caresses, and even my rough approach of lifting her skirt and grabbing her buttocks for sex. We had sex at least twice a day.

Three weeks into our cohabitation, my mother shyly told me that her period hadn't come. Then came the anxious wait. When she told me she was pregnant, we were both incredibly excited.

The rest of the time, watching my mother with my child inside her, her face radiating the unique happiness of a pregnant woman, especially now that she was carrying my child—her own son's—I felt incredibly proud.

Nine months later, we had a lovely daughter. This was our new family member; our previous family seemed like another world to us.

With our first success, my mother's face beamed with joy, and she hoped to have more children for me. After my eldest son was born, my company sent me abroad. With the money I had saved over the years, I applied for foreign citizenship, allowing my family to settle overseas.

Cutting ties with the past, my mother and I became a real couple, and no one doubted our identity. While I was at work during the day, my mother stayed home to care for our two bright and adorable children; and every night, when our children fell asleep in their crib, it was our happy time together.

My mother remained as gentle, sensitive, and understanding as ever. Whenever I removed her underwear, her snowy buttocks were already soaked with honey-like fluid, awaiting the affection of her own son.

After showering and drying each other, we would return to the bedroom and, again and again, make our never-ending, tender love.

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Another version:

The mother, Fang Min, was in her early thirties, a beautiful and kind woman. She had lost the joys of girlhood at a young age, becoming pregnant and giving birth, living the life of a wife and mother. That was when my father seduced and raped my mother at a bonfire party when she was fifteen, taking her virginity and making her pregnant with me. A year after their marriage, my younger sister was born. My

father worked in the mines and was quite chauvinistic. After he rose to a minor foreman position, he developed a drinking problem, often drinking until he was unconscious, requiring my mother, me, and the rest of the family to help him to bed. However, he didn't beat or scold anyone in the family when he was drunk, so considering other factors, you could say he treated my mother quite well. It was clear that my mother loved my father, but I often sensed a slight melancholy in her eyes. Of course, at that time, I didn't understand why my mother was unhappy.

Compared to other families, our family was considered upper-middle class; my mother never had to work to support the family. Whenever I had the chance, I would help my mother with housework. My father was always at the mines, which allowed me more time to be close to my mother. She often came to me for help when she had problems; and I, in turn, always tried to cheer her up.

It was clear that Mom liked having me around; it eased some of the burden of housework and the loneliness when Dad wasn't home. Dad always left early and came home late, and nine times out of ten he was drunk. I felt that romance had long since vanished from their marriage; most of the time, he was either busy with chores, in meetings, or drinking. Under these circumstances, Mom was often very lonely. However, I believe Dad still cared about Mom; they would sometimes joke around or tease each other, but most of the time they were silent together.

After graduating from high school, I started working and also took a job driving a taxi, hoping to earn extra money to help support the family. However, this meant I didn't have time to date or participate in the social activities that most young men enjoy. My life wasn't anything special; sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn't, just like any other ordinary person.

At night, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed, my mother and I often sat together at the kitchen table chatting. I knew she loved having me with her. Over time, we became very close; she would even hug me and whisper that my presence was like the sunshine illuminating her life. I was a precocious child, knowing many things that at my age should have been just vague notions of relationships between men and women. When I turned sixteen, I began to see my mother with a completely new perspective. I realized she was, in fact, a woman, and a very beautiful one at that.

My mother had long, black hair. When she let it down, it cascaded down to her waist like a black waterfall. She had a well-proportioned figure, full breasts, captivating eyes, and fair, delicate skin. Even after having two children, she still possessed a charming waist and shapely hips. We talked about almost everything. I told my mother about my favorite celebrities, and she told me about her life before she got married. Talking about those carefree days, she still longed for them. But my mother told me she didn't regret her marriage because it gave her the most important things in her life: her two children, especially me, whom she loved dearly.

My mother was a very attractive woman to me. So, when no one was around, I would intentionally or unintentionally touch her body, consciously compliment her figure, and shower her with compliments on her appearance, saying that even with us, she was still a very charming woman. These flattering words usually made my mother blush, but she would still accept them with a smile. Later, every day when I came home, I would bring her some flowers or desserts. On Sundays when I had time off, I would ask my mother to go to the movies with me.

In the theater, I would intentionally or unintentionally lean against my mother or hold her warm, delicate hand, and then, when she wasn't looking, I would quickly put my arm around her shoulder. At this time, my mother would naturally lean back and rest her head on my shoulder. I knew Mom looked forward to the days I took her to the movies. After the movies, I liked to sit with Mom in a nearby park for a while, where we could watch the night view of the whole town and exchange playful, affectionate words.

One day, Mom said to me, "Son, shouldn't you be looking for someone? You're almost seventeen." Without considering the consequences, I blurted out, "Mom, I don't want to marry another woman. I just want to be with you forever." Mom was clearly shocked, turning to stare at me in disbelief. After a while, her dazed gaze silently drifted into the distance. I felt guilty, pulled her to my chest, and hugged her tightly. Mom's unusually full breasts pressed against my cheeks, making my heart flutter. Mom whispered, "Son, let's go home."

After this incident, Mom refused to go to the movies with me anymore, telling me I should find a girl my age to go with. This Tuesday, when everyone else was home, I pleaded with Mom again. Unexpectedly, she didn't say anything, just nodded. Overjoyed, I rushed forward and embraced my mother tightly. She didn't resist, gently resting her head on my shoulder. I silently but very gently stroked her pink back, my hands lightly gliding over her snowy shoulders and back. My mother remained still, leaning against my shoulder.

I leaned down and kissed my mother's slender, lovely neck and earlobes, then slowly moved up to her face. Finally, I bravely pressed my lips to hers. My mother didn't push me away. When her soft lips finally responded, I was so happy I almost jumped for joy. From then on, the flowers I brought back for my mother always earned me a gentle kiss on the cheek. When we were alone together, the long-lost embrace returned. But unlike before, I could now boldly caress my mother's back and occasionally kiss her full lips. Every Sunday before our date, my mother quickly reverted to her old self, both impatient and restless. My sister noticed it too and asked her with a smile why she couldn't sit still. To this, my mother simply said that she was going to see a movie with her son.

On Sunday evening, Mom wore a very sexy outfit. Despite having two children, her figure remained as slender as a young girl's. The dress, though not very tight, looked great, subtly highlighting her full breasts and shapely hips. Even at nearly forty, her still-beautiful figure was beautifully accentuated. With light makeup, Mom looked incredibly young, and I was immediately captivated by her stunning beauty.

On the way to the cinema, Mom was the center of attention for all the men in town, meeting countless admiring glances. As her son, I felt incredibly proud. The movie that night was a romantic drama. As usual, I naturally put my arm around Mom's shoulder, and she rested her head on mine. I kissed her cheek from time to time. After the movie, we went to our usual park. Outside, the temperature was quite cool. Mom nestled into my arms. A feeling of happiness welled up inside me.

My mother's soft, delicate hands gently caressed my cheeks. She cupped my face and whispered, "I'm so happy I have such a loving son." I smiled and pulled her into my arms, embracing her tightly. Unable to contain my passion, I suddenly lowered my head and kissed her rosy lips passionately. My mother didn't move, only passively leaning against me, her body trembling slightly.

I kissed her lips desperately, my joy and possessiveness growing stronger. Suddenly, my mother opened her tightly closed teeth, her tongue darting out and fiercely intertwining with mine. Overjoyed, I sucked on her tongue, swallowing her sweet saliva. My excited tongue roamed freely in her mouth. My mother, amidst my passionate kisses, couldn't help but gasp softly.

Seizing this opportunity, I made my move, kissing the beautiful woman in my arms, my own mother. My gaze traveled from her face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, to her snow-white breasts, her translucent earlobes, and back to my mother's warm, red lips. I teased her small, delicate tongue, playing with it wantonly. I tried my hand at it, exploring territories my mother had never been touched by my father.

Perhaps my mother had never been kissed like this before, and her desire was slowly ignited. She went from being passive to responding with equal passion, kissing me back. We held each other in a passionate kiss for a long time, until we were breathless. Only then did we reluctantly separate, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. The passion in our hearts lingered. Suddenly, my mother turned her head and whispered, "We should go home." Reluctantly, I drove home, and my mother naturally rested her head on my shoulder.

Through the rearview mirror, I secretly glimpsed a joyful smile on my mother's lips. My passion reignited, and I decided to take a bolder step. I suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road, braked, and, facing my mother's stunned expression, passionately kissed her lips again. At the same time, I resolutely reached for her chest, tentatively kneading her breasts—the very breasts that had nurtured me as an infant, still full and round.

My mother, with years of marital experience, knew what was coming next when a man, especially her own son, suddenly caressed her breasts. She couldn't accept it; her body trembled violently, and she pushed me away forcefully, gasping, "Son, we're mother and son, we can't do this." However, ignoring her protests, I used the confined space of the car to force myself on her, kissing her hesitant lips again, silencing her with my tongue. Simultaneously, my right hand slipped inside her clothes, lifting her bra and vigorously kneading her full breasts.

My mother's mature breasts felt wonderful; the two heavy mounds of flesh twisted and contorted under my pressure, full of elasticity. Her nipples, stimulated intensely by my hands, slowly hardened. Feeling the long-awaited sexual stimulation, Mom's initial resistance and struggle gradually turned into sweet moans, and she began to passionately respond to my kisses.

I played with Mom's breasts for quite a while, and just as I was about to advance on her lower body, Mom suddenly broke free from my embrace, lowered her head, and commanded: "Son, we should go home." Looking at my mother's flushed cheeks and slightly trembling shoulders, I reluctantly agreed, still wanting more. When we got home, the house was quiet; everyone else was asleep. As usual, I figured Dad was probably drunk again. So, before even entering the living room downstairs, I grabbed Mom and began passionately kissing her red lips.

At first, Mom protested: "Don't do this, you'll wake everyone else up." "Mom, we were just kissing. What if someone gets woken up? What if we get caught?" Suddenly, an idea struck me. I whispered, "Mom, let's go to my room. We can lock the door. Dad's probably drunk; he won't know where you went." After

a few seconds of silence, I almost thought Mom was going to turn around and leave. But unexpectedly, she sighed, nodded, and finally gave in to her son's unreasonable request. "You go to your room and wait for me. I'll go check on your dad and come right back." In the room, I paced anxiously. The door was gently pushed open, and my mother came in, closing it softly behind her. She sighed, head bowed, "Son, your father has drunk too much again. I don't think we should do this." She sighed

softly, "I don't want to betray your father." She sighed again, standing beside me with a look of sorrow and longing, gazing at her familiar yet suddenly strange son. Her expression overwhelmed me; I instinctively embraced her, lay down on the bed, and began to kiss her passionately. She returned my kisses. I knew that from tonight, my mother would become my most intimate lover in the world.

The kisses grew more and more fervent, and I could feel my mother's excitement beneath her thin cotton underwear. My hands frantically tried to explore my mother's entire body, sometimes kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples, sometimes caressing her round, beautiful buttocks from behind... slowly... My mother's body relaxed under my continued caresses. "Son, Mom is so scared," she said, still hesitant. "Mom, don't be afraid, I'm all grown up now. I will love you well," she said, pressing herself against my strong chest and gently kissing my cheek.

Trembling, I unbuttoned her blouse and quickly pulled it off, kissing her lips even more passionately. With her blouse gone, her full, snowy breasts, encased in a simple cotton bra, trembled with her breath, incredibly alluring. In the dim light, her bare skin appeared even whiter. I took a deep breath and reached behind her to unhook her bra. For the first time, her mature, full breasts were fully revealed before my eyes, plump and firm, with small, pink, tempting nipples. The scent of a mature woman wafted towards me.

My mother didn't resist my actions, only whispering, "Son, think of you..." "Dad, think of the ancestors in the ancestral hall. This time, we've gone too far," I said, pressing my lips to hers to stop her final hesitation. I held her tightly in my arms, her high, firm breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples stimulating my nerves. I let out a soft moan and instinctively reached out to grasp and rub them. Soon, her delicate nipples stood erect from the areolas, so lovely and alluring. Suddenly, childhood memories flooded back, and I couldn't help but lower my head and kiss those pink nipples passionately, occasionally licking them gently with my tongue and lightly biting and sucking with my teeth.

My mother's body writhed beneath me with my teasing, emitting soft moans and groans. I lowered my head and kissed her lower abdomen, licking her small navel, imagining the wondrous sensations my siblings and I had experienced years ago, conceived within it. With each intimate touch, my mother seemed to feel... Overjoyed, she unconsciously thrust her snow-white body towards me. I licked away the beads of sweat from my mother's skin, tasting its slightly salty flavor, which elicited a near-weeping moan of pleasure from beneath me. Then, I began to caress her long, beautiful legs.

My mother's thighs were as smooth as silk, incredibly soft and supple to the touch. Following the curves of her legs, my hand gradually moved up to the base of her thighs, where I felt her panties, a matching set with her bra, both made of white cotton.

I passionately kissed and sucked on my mother's fragrant lips, my tongue prying open her lips, causing her to moan ecstatically amidst a series of passionate kisses. Her entire body completely relaxed, and without realizing it, she slightly parted her legs, opening her most intimate genitals to me. It was truly unbelievable. My mother, the mother who gave me life and raised me, was now like a blooming lily, waiting for me to pluck her.

Through the rough cotton fabric, I groped for the opening of my mother's vulva, gently rubbing it. Soon, her white panties were soaked with a steady stream of honey-like fluid. I stood up, quickly stripped off my clothes, and slid down my body to her crotch, burying my face inside. Now, my mother's vulva, which I had longed for so long, was so close, exuding an intoxicating, mature fragrance. Through the thin cotton fabric, it was barely visible, occasionally revealing a few alluring pubic hairs.

I took a deep breath, buried my face between my mother's legs, and recklessly licked her vulva through her panties, admiring the beautiful sight of my beloved mother's genitals. My tongue pushed the panties between her labia, and through the fabric, I forcefully sucked the honey-like fluid that kept seeping out. Stimulated by my tongue, my mother writhed violently.

Then, I pulled on the sides of her panties and yanked them down, a movement that made her body shudder. She pushed my head away forcefully, trying to hold onto her last line of defense: I kissed her fragrant black hair, her bright eyes, and finally kissed her lips again. This time, my mother softened in my arms, and then began to return the kiss, our tongues intertwining and sucking each other.

Seeing that the time was right, I reached down again and pulled off the last piece of cloth covering my mother's body. This time, my mother did not resist at all, but in the instant her genitals were exposed, she instinctively reached up to cover her inner thighs, trying to block her son's beast-like burning gaze. I gently but firmly pulled my mother's hands away, gazing at that lush black forest, the pink and trembling flesh of her vulva.

I felt as if I were in a dream. My mother turned her face away shyly, and I took the opportunity to leave my first lip print on my beloved mother's clitoris and labia. My mother trembled and straightened up, her full breasts thrusting out, and she cupped my head and gently kissed me. I gently rubbed my mother's clitoris with my hand while lightly biting her full breasts and pink nipples, my fingers sliding into her already wet vagina.

It all felt like a dream. My mother's vagina was incredibly wet. I moved my mouth to her inner thighs, kissing her labia majora, then teasingly biting her clitoris. Stimulated by my full-body stimulation, Fang Min, my dear mother, moaned with pleasure, immersed in the overwhelming sensations her own son was giving her. After kissing for a while, I parted her labia with my tongue, inhaling her alluring feminine scent, and occasionally looked up to admire the seductive beauty of her genitals.

I used my fingers to part her labia and saw a small pink opening above her vaginal opening—that was where she urinated. My mother's genitals emitted a rich, alluring scent of a mature woman, completely captivating me. I gently licked every inch of her vulva several times with the tip of my tongue, then inserted it into her vagina, scraping and licking the vaginal walls, especially the labia minora.

My face was covered in the lustful fluid secreted by my mother's passion, which intensified my stimulation. Every time my tongue moved to my mother's most sensitive clitoris, she couldn't help but cry out. Then, I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust rapidly, while continuing to suck and kiss her clitoris.

The mature and beautiful middle-aged woman's breathing became increasingly rapid. I kept stimulating her clitoris, and my mother's vagina overflowed with lustful fluid, soaking my finger in the slippery honey. I rapidly thrust my finger in and out of my mother's vagina, increasing the number of fingers from one to two. Finally, with an uncontrollable, sharp cry, my mother arched her snow-white body and began to convulse. I seemed not to hear her, continuing to stimulate her, joyfully knowing I had brought my beloved mother to orgasm.

After a while, my mother stood up and hugged me tightly, rubbing her firm breasts against my chest, breathing shyly, and whispered: "Son, I've never been so happy in my life." My mother gently embraced my neck, kissed my lips, and shyly reached down to grasp my penis, slowly stroking it, guiding my penis to the base of her thighs, rubbing it up and down against her moist labia. I closed my eyes, my swollen glans touching my mother's wet opening, throbbing with excitement, I couldn't wait to penetrate her. As if silently expressing her consent, my mother spread her thighs to the sides, placing my penis at her entrance. I gazed into the depths of her eyes, my mother was full of love, I knew she had decided to give herself to me completely.

Finally, my mother aligned my penis with her vaginal opening, and I smoothly inserted it into her body.

With a suppressed moan of pleasure from my mother, I finally returned to the place where she gave birth to me and raised me. I was immersed in boundless happiness. I felt my penis tightly enveloped by my mother's warm, moist vagina, and I desperately wanted to thrust, but I wanted to prolong this hard-won moment of bliss. I knew that when you're too eager for sex, you often ejaculate prematurely after penetration.

I wanted to calm down inside her for a moment before thrusting, so that each time I could penetrate my hard penis deep into her vagina, allowing her to experience an intense sexual pleasure she had never felt with my father. This would make her need me even more and unable to leave me. Moreover, for a boy my age, my penis was long and thick, and my mother's vagina, under my thrusts, bloomed like a flower petal for her son's burning hot shaft. My mother also tried her best to arch her lower body to meet my penis, so that my penis could reach the deepest part of her vagina.

Despite having given birth to two children, my mother's vagina was still very tight, the inner muscles of her vagina gripping my penis like a pair of clamps. It felt incredibly good to me. I could sense that my mother was still a little reserved, and I had to make her feel at ease. So I used my imagination, imagining my mother lying beneath me with her legs spread open for me to penetrate, as the woman who looked like my mother that I had always wanted to rape. So I grabbed my mother's buttocks, thrust my penis in and out forcefully, each time making the base of my penis hit my mother's clitoris. Under my savage thrusting, my mother gradually forgot her restraint and let out a happy moan. Her hands began to gently caress my naked back. I thrust even harder with the incestuous excitement of my maternal love, especially when my mother lifted her buttocks and crossed her legs behind me, gripping my buttocks. I knew she wanted me to penetrate her even deeper.

I thrust in and out of my mother's body relentlessly, occasionally kissing her breasts and licking her nipples. I felt an overwhelming excitement throughout my body. My mother hugged me even tighter, often raising her hips to receive the thrusts of my penis. I straightened my legs, tensing every nerve in my body, which made my penis even harder. I held my beloved mother tightly, thrusting deeper and harder into her. I worked like this for over ten minutes until my mother let out another long moan, her body stiffening. At the same time, she gripped my buttocks with her hands, her fingers digging into my back. My penis was tightly gripped by her warm, tender flesh, and I could clearly feel the rhythmic contractions of her vaginal walls, one, two... I knew Mom had reached her climax, but I didn't stop thrusting. My penis, still gripped, continued to push in. I felt a warm, hot sensation on my glans; I knew it was Mom's vaginal fluid overflowing. Mom's tongue entered my mouth, frantically swirling around my tongue tip. I felt every cell in my body relax. Then, my penis tightened, and a surge of heat rose from my feet, a tingling, numbing sensation spreading through my glans. I thrust a few more times, and streams of hot semen shot into Mom's vagina. I felt weak and sore all over, panting heavily as I collapsed onto Mom, motionless. After a while, I felt the semen begin to flow back out.

And so, Mom and I intertwined, caressing each other, enjoying the afterglow of our climax. After a while, my penis hardened again inside Mom's vagina, and I gently thrust in and out. This time, because it was more gentle, we lasted a long time, finally reaching climax together again. That night, my son and I made love four times. After our last intimate moment, my mother whispered shyly in my ear: "Son, yours is so big and amazing. Your father and I have never had such an experience when we made love."

Mom had almost forgotten when she last felt this happy. I'm so grateful that Mom, in her thirties, can still enjoy this kind of pleasure. Mom's praise made me feel a sense of pride as a man. My first time with Mom was more satisfying than all the times she'd had with Dad since their marriage. No wonder Mom no longer had feelings for Dad; he couldn't give her orgasms anymore. I was secretly very pleased. Mom and I kissed for a while, saying some sweet words. She stood up and cleaned herself. Mom put on her bra, dressed, and quietly left my room.

The next day, when I woke up, everything from the night before seemed to have vanished like fog. It was as if nothing had happened. When the family sat around the table for breakfast, Mom was unusually cold, not only not speaking to me but also avoiding eye contact. While Dad and my sister left for work and school, I pretended to be unwell and stayed in my room, playing with the white panties stained with Mom's juices, quietly waiting. Not long after, the door opened, and Mom walked in as I had hoped.

Seeing the underwear in my hand, her face immediately flushed red with embarrassment, and she said in a trembling voice, "Son, we can't repeat what we did last night. Last night did make me very happy, and Mom will always remember everything we had, but Mom is, after all, a married woman, your biological mother. And you will get married and have children to carry on our family line. We can't do anything wrong again."

I protested loudly, pulling her into my arms. I tried to kiss her, but Mom turned her head, pulled away from my embrace, and shook her head. "No, son." "My mother, tears welling in her eyes, whispered, 'It's because you're my son.' Tears streamed down her face, but she still left me. From then on, our relationship cooled. It was clear her decision caused her great pain.

Time flew by, and months of effort were in vain. I almost gave up hope of repairing our relationship. My mother busied herself finding me a partner, contacting everyone she could find, asking if they knew any good girls. She even consulted all sorts of random books to see if our horoscopes were compatible. If they were, she would arrange for us to meet.

I was in immense pain because the only woman I loved was my mother, yet she cruelly pushed me away. In the end, I chose a girl because, in my eyes, she resembled my mother somewhat. The engagement date was set. Then, this future daughter-in-law appeared..." Some strange things happened. My mother's attitude towards me changed; she acted like a jealous woman, scolding me for even the smallest mistakes.

The next day, when it was just the two of us at home, my mother said, "Son, let's go see a movie again on Sunday, okay?" She had dressed up carefully for this outing, and I could hardly believe that the beautiful woman sitting next to me was my mother. After the movie, we went back to our private spot, and I hugged her again. She didn't resist, and we began to kiss passionately. My hands started to roam over her body, and from her tightly clenched legs, I could tell she was excited. We were intimate for about an hour before reluctantly parting. When we got home, just like last time, my father and sister... "Your sister is already asleep.

Wait for me in your room, I'm going to check on your father," Mom said softly. When she entered the room, I had already taken off my clothes and was lying on the bed. Mom turned around, locked the door, and walked towards me. Mother and son began a long-awaited passionate kiss. I almost roughly ripped off Mom's clothes, pressed her down, and kissed every inch of her delicate skin, lovingly playing with and sucking her full breasts for a long time.

I held her round buttocks tightly with both hands, spread her legs, and frantically licked her clitoris and labia. When Mom's vaginal fluid was abundant, I frantically thrust my fingers into her vagina. Just as I was about to bring her to orgasm, I rolled over and straddled Mom, holding my rock-hard penis, pressed it against her vaginal opening, and pushed forward forcefully. My penis easily penetrated deep into Mom's already very wet vagina.

I held Mom's... Her rounded buttocks throbbed with force. Knowing this might be the last time I made love to my mother, I thrust in with all my might, all the way in. My mother let me play with her body as I pleased, trying her best to respond to my movements. With each thrust of my penis, she would tilt her head back and moan softly, as if giving me silent encouragement. We made love passionately on the bed, I tried my best to control myself from ejaculating to prolong the intercourse, savoring the pleasure of our mother-son union.

We were completely uninhibited at this point, trying every possible way to enjoy the sexual pleasure each other brought. Sometimes my mother straddled me, actively responding to my thrusts; sometimes I climbed behind her, inserting myself into her vagina in an animalistic manner, playing with her breasts. We kept changing positions like this, and after more than an hour of frenzied intercourse, I finally let go. He forcefully injected his hot semen into his mother's warm, moist vagina.

His mother, moaning softly, also reached orgasm, her face filled with a satisfied, long-lost smile. "Son, you're amazing," his mother couldn't help but praise him. "Mom, are you still going to force me to get married?" I asked her with a hint of unease. "Son, Mom loves you. As your wedding date draws closer, Mom can't take it anymore, I feel like I'm going crazy. I know I'm jealous. Mom loves you more than anything else in this world. My love for you is no longer just a mother's love for her son, but also like a lover's. Mom will never let you leave my side again, not even for a second,"

his mother murmured. He hugged his mother again, kneading her round breasts, letting her full mounds swell, then kissed her swollen nipples. His mother held him tightly. She climbed onto my back, adjusted her position, and straddled my waist until my penis was fully inside her. Then she kissed me passionately, her plump buttocks undulating. "Son, this is wonderful. But our union must be a secret between us, mother and son. Your father and sister can't know, otherwise we can't be together."

Gazing at his mother's panting body, her eyes filled with boundless, infatuated love, he gripped her snow-white buttocks tightly and began thrusting vigorously, from slow to fast, from deep to shallow, until her vagina was overflowing with lustful fluids, yet he felt no urge to ejaculate. A dozen minutes passed, then an hour. Suddenly, his mother trembled all over, leaning forward and onto me. Her lips pressed quickly against mine, her tongue frantically intertwining with mine, and a sob escaped her lips.

I knew his mother was almost... Reaching my climax, I quickly rolled over and pinned her beneath me, thrusting my penis rapidly inside her vagina. My beautiful, voluptuous mother trembled with each thrust, her breasts heaving, her buttocks swaying, her labia majora opening and closing smoothly, taking in and out my penis with ease. Seeing all this, how could I not love my own mother? Suddenly, my mother held me tightly, and I felt the intense contractions of her vaginal walls on the head of my penis.

Her body trembled with each contraction, and as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, she finally let out a soft moan. At the same time, my penis thrust forcefully into her uterus, ejaculating a large amount of my semen, filling the love nest where my mother had once nurtured me with the seeds of incest. After the frenzy, we embraced and caressed each other, my mother's genitals still... We were inseparable.

After a long while, she pushed me down onto the bed and began kissing my entire body. When she kissed between my legs, my mother resolutely took my penis into her mouth, licking the glans and coronal sulcus with her tongue, her fingers constantly stroking it. I watched my mother's lewd behavior, my hands also constantly playing with her breasts. Finally, under this lewd visual stimulation, my penis, under my mother's loving oral sex, I could no longer hold back, groaning, and milky white semen gushed out of my mother's mouth.

My beloved mother, the most lovable woman in the world, did not find her son's semen dirty at all. With a charming smile, she swallowed all of her son's semen, mouthful by mouthful. Seeing this, I lovingly cupped my mother's lips, which were covered in my semen, and kissed them forcefully. Our tongues, lubricated by my semen, sucked each other's tongues with a slurping sound.

The next morning, we drove to the outskirts of the city and found a deserted, grassy area. We took off our clothes and laid them on top of my mother, using the ground as our bed and the sky as our blanket. After a passionate kiss, we engaged in a long, naked sexual encounter in nature. Several times, my penis ejaculated wildly inside my mother, bringing her to repeated orgasms. Her usually suppressed moans naturally turned into loud cries in the deserted wilderness. It was the first time in my life that I had heard my mother's moans, and they sounded so beautiful.

Stimulated by her cries, we made love again and again. When we got tired, we would rest on top of my mother, my penis still inside her vagina. My mother's vagina was constantly being penetrated, and it was always wet with her juices. We released our most primal instincts in nature, fully enjoying the extraordinary pleasure that our mother-son sex brought us. It wasn't until sunset that we reluctantly separated, got dressed, and rushed home.

That night, my mother and I made love repeatedly. Perhaps it was the week of abstinence, or perhaps the wooden tiger truly had a miraculous effect; my sexual prowess was astonishing that night, ejaculating five times inside my mother's womb, hoping she would conceive my child soon. Finally, I put on my clothes, scooped my naked mother into my arms, and intended to take her to the nearby stream to wash. At the riverbank, I found a secluded spot, laid my mother down, and spread out her bright red phoenix-patterned dress. The moonlight was beautiful that night; my mother's skin was very white, even shimmering with a soft, pearly glow, clearly visible. Although my mother and I had been intimate many times before, this was the first time I had truly appreciated the beauty of my beloved mother.

My mother shyly closed her eyes, letting me help her up. My mother's breasts, slightly sagging from breastfeeding my brother and me, weren't large, but the nipples were rosy and erect, hanging gracefully on her chest, drawing soft curves in the moonlight. Her buttocks were smooth and still elastic, her lower abdomen firm, and her pubic hair dark. Apart from a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, her delicate face showed no signs of her being a woman in her early forties with a son and a daughter. I felt incredibly lucky; heaven had arranged for such a beautiful and kind woman to be my mother.

I carried her to the water, had her stand in it, and scooped water to wash her genitals and anus. Gradually, as my hands caressed my mother's alluring genitals, and I gazed at her firm breasts and white buttocks, my penis inexplicably became aroused again. I then moved behind my mother, the water just reaching mid-thigh, grasped her slender waist, turned her body around, and freely caressed her full breasts, snow-white buttocks, and cleft. Holding her naked, firm, and elastic buttocks in my hands felt indescribably wonderful.

I played with them for a long time, squeezing them together and then trying to pry them apart, like kneading two large white dough balls. After a while, I grabbed her round mounds with both hands and pulled them apart. My mother grabbed my hands, trying to stop me, but I grabbed her hands and placed them on her buttocks, kneading them with all four palms. After a while, I released her hands, letting her spread her buttocks herself, allowing me to admire my mother's anus. My mother's back door was tightly closed, like a chrysanthemum bud. I reached out to touch it, and my mother tensed up. I poked a few times, but the little chrysanthemum remained tightly closed.

My loving mother seemed to understand my desire, turning around and looking at me affectionately, saying: "Ah Hao, do you want to insert it into Mom's asshole, hmm?" I didn't want to put my mother in a difficult position, but I didn't want to lie. My mother hesitated for a moment, then resolutely said: "Come on, Mom will give you a real first night on your wedding night." I was puzzled and at a loss. My mother smiled coquettishly: "Just think of my anus as a virgin's vagina. I've never let your father penetrate me. I no longer have a virgin's vagina to offer you, so I'll offer my first time from my anus to my Ah Hao." With that, she resolutely turned around and immersed her lower body in the river water. After carefully cleaning her anus, she inserted her fingers into her anus and poked around several times before turning back to me with deep affection. She said, "Come, my beloved son, deflower your wife." Then, she leaned forward, raising her white buttocks, spreading them apart with her hands. Her alluring anus, glistening with water droplets in the moonlight, was incredibly tempting. Her two full breasts swayed gently on the water's surface, also quite lovely.

I couldn't help but embrace my mother's beautiful buttocks. My penis, aroused by emotion, hardened, and slowly rubbed against the crevice between her white buttocks. My mother's little anus writhed shyly under the stimulation of my glans, looking both alluring and adorable. I couldn't resist lowering my head and licking it with my tongue. "Don't kiss

there," my mother gasped, her beautiful naked body trembling, her breasts shaking even more violently, and a little bit of vaginal fluid overflowing from between her labia majora and minora. Flowing into my mouth, the mature woman's taste was slightly salty and fresh, this flavor from the depths of my mother's womb excited me to the point of penile throbbing. I forcefully spread my mother's plump buttocks and frantically licked her delicate anus, even pushing my tongue tip deep inside, constantly sending saliva into my mother's slightly open flower, fully moistening her anus, preparing for the insertion of my penis.

My mother's anus was very clean, and my tongue could not taste any odor, but with the moistening effect of my saliva, the area around my mother's anus was quickly dripping with fluid. My mother protested fiercely, but the flow of vaginal fluid from her vulva only increased, and her clitoris grew harder. It was clear that my licking of her vulva and anus was arousing her. My mother's body trembled violently, and she involuntarily let out pleasurable moans, her hot vaginal fluid covering my face.

Her full breasts swayed precariously, and her nipples were clearly hard. I licked my mother's anus with smacking sounds, while simultaneously reaching between her legs with my fingers to part the thick, dark pubic hair, accurately touching her protruding clitoris, my fingertips teasing the tender clitoris and labia. My mother moaned even louder, the fluid gushing from her vagina flowing profusely, trickling down her thighs into the river.

I straightened up, grasped my thick penis, as large as the one my mother had given me, moistened it with the vaginal fluid that had overflowed from her, and aimed my already erect glans at my mother's already blooming anus, slowly pushing it inside. My beloved mother let out a series of groans, her anus involuntarily contracting inward. It was clear that the first time my mother's anus had been penetrated by such a large penis, it was indeed making her somewhat uncomfortable. Although anal sex was more stimulating than vaginal sex, the pain my beloved mother was experiencing was unimaginable, and I felt extremely sorry for her.

So I withdrew my penis and gently comforted her: "Good mother, if it doesn't work, let's stop. I don't want you to be uncomfortable; I just want you to enjoy yourself. Indeed, anal sex is much more difficult than normal vaginal sex." My mother frowned in pain, her body twisting, but she said to me: "It's okay, it hurt much more when your father took my virginity the first time. If you put more saliva on it, I'll try to relax my anus as much as possible, and then your baby will be able to go in. Good son, try again." My mother placed her hands on her knees, lowered her head, took a deep breath, and slowly relaxed her anal sphincter, her anus opening little by little. It was as if she was beckoning to me. Seeing my mother's persistence, I had no choice but to obey.

I smeared saliva on my glans, spread her buttocks apart, and aimed at her anus. I tentatively launched another assault on my beloved mother's anus. Finally, amidst my mother's painful sighs, I forced my glans into my mother's relatively dry and narrow anus. But as soon as my glans entered, the feeling of friction against the tender rectal flesh was so pleasurable that I couldn't stop. I was both loving and excited. I lowered my head and repeatedly kissed my mother's smooth, bare back, while frantically rubbing and thrusting my fingers in and out of my beloved mother's clitoris, labia, and vagina.

I patiently pushed in inch by inch, watching my thick, long penis slowly sink into my mother's anus. It took more than ten minutes before my thick, long penis was fully inserted into her round, perky buttocks. "Mom, we did it!" I whispered excitedly, overwhelmed with emotion. My penis was tightly gripped by the sphincter muscles inside my mother's rectum, and even the slightest movement brought intense pleasure, making my penis grow harder and harder. "Good son, Mom has finally given you your first time. Mom is so happy," my mother said happily, reaching out to touch my testicles. It seemed that my mother's anus had adapted to the insertion of my penis, and the initial pain seemed to have lessened a little.

So I relaxed, took a deep breath, suppressed the intense stimulation of my first anal sex with my mother, and forcibly controlled the urge to ejaculate. I began to tentatively thrust in and out slowly. My mother's breathing quickened, and she began to sway her body back and forth, actively cooperating with my thrusting movements. Her originally delicate and small anus was stretched open by my penis, and with each thrust, her chrysanthemum opening rose and fell, and yellow vaginal fluid seeped from the crevice, looking extremely lewd. I gradually quickened my pace, enjoying my mother's firm and elastic buttocks to my heart's content.

The slapping sounds of my penis hitting her buttocks when I entered were exceptionally crisp in the night air. After experiencing the initial pain, my mother's anus gradually adapted to the rhythm of my movements. Every time I penetrated, she would automatically relax, allowing me to penetrate deeper; and when I withdrew, her anus would automatically tighten, giving me immense stimulation. Slowly, I heard her groans of pleasure, different from before.

Suddenly, a desire to conquer surged within me. I gasped for breath, clenching my teeth, as if venting my resentment over my mother's long-standing physical abuse at the hands of my father. My penis pounded harder and harder against her naked, snow-white buttocks. Her body trembled violently, her two full, high breasts heaving, and she whimpered in pain again. My mother clearly felt the pain from my penis, but I ignored it like a madman, my hands still gripping her swaying breasts tightly.

With a high-pitched scream, I desperately gripped my mother's buttocks, and in waves of intense pleasure, I thrust my penis as deep as possible into her anus, ejaculating hot semen into her rectum. Only after a long while did my limp penis slip out of my mother's lovely anus. My mother felt a slight pain in her anus. Touching the blood seeping from it, she felt a sense of relief, turning to me with satisfaction and saying, "I gave you my first time in my anus. It's a way of fulfilling my duty as your husband. My body belongs to you alone; you can have it whenever you want." I lay contentedly on top of her, breathing softly.

Under the moonlight, the semen and traces of blood from my mother's anus dripped into the river. The sight of my mother's anal blood filled me with boundless guilt and love. I suddenly turned her body, pulling her tightly into my arms, and gave her another passionate kiss. My mother responded, opening her red lips to gently suck on my tongue. Though we were silent, we could both feel the surging love within us. In the flowing water, we, naked, embraced and kissed passionately for a long time, everything around us seemingly frozen in time.

In the quiet night sky, even the moon shyly hid behind the clouds. In the silent darkness, the only sound was the soft smacking of our tongues as we, mother and son, sucked on each other. Time passed in this way, until my penis, rubbed against my mother's vulva, became erect again. I lifted my mother's legs, letting her wrap them around my waist, and walked deeper into the water until it submerged her pink buttocks. Using the buoyancy of the water, I lifted her buttocks with both hands, letting her hug my neck tightly with her arms. Leaning back, I aimed my penis at her vagina and thrust it in, then began to pump forcefully.

Because of the buoyancy, this position allowed my mother to quickly reach orgasm, finally making up for my earlier roughness towards her. We dried each other off and caressed each other for a long time before getting up and heading home. By the time we arrived home, it was already five in the morning.

From then on, my mother wholeheartedly treated me as her husband, and the incestuous notions between us vanished completely. My mother and I devoted ourselves entirely to each other, giving our love selflessly. Whenever we had the chance, we would make love. It was always my mother who initiated it; she had long suffered from sexual frustration before our union, and now her libido was at its peak. Except for her menstrual period, she always had a strong desire, which I found incredibly pleasurable. Every time I took off her underwear, without any teasing, her genitals were already soaking wet.

This allowed my penis to move freely inside her vagina, filling me with intense pleasure. My mother told me she found it strange; just thinking about me made her so wet, and no one had ever excited her like this before. I told her that perhaps it was a special arrangement by heaven for our union, and she readily agreed. The harmony of our sex life made my mother love me even more, and the sexual satisfaction I found in her made me love my wife and mother even more deeply. We were like madmen; whenever the desire arose, we would immediately make love, without any restraint.

Once, when everyone else was still home, I saw my mother go into the bathroom and quietly followed her. My mother hadn't locked the door. When I opened it, she was urinating when she saw me. Ignoring her protests, I picked her up, not even bothering to dry her with toilet paper, and pressed her against the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high. I thrust into her vagina from behind.

My mother was completely unprepared; her vagina wasn't fully lubricated. I applied some saliva to my glans to lubricate it, so as not to hurt my beloved wife. "Son, someone might come in," my mother said nervously in a low voice, but I ignored her. Under extreme stimulation, we both reached orgasm in less than ten minutes. When I left, I pulled up my mother's underwear to prevent her from wiping. Although our affair wasn't discovered, for the rest of the day, just seeing my mother constantly pressing her lower abdomen and frowning in embarrassment excited me. I knew my semen was flowing from my mother's vagina and soaking her underwear.

One night, I woke up very aroused, wanting my mother intensely, so I quietly went into the master bedroom. Mom was lying next to Dad, the thin blanket slipping off her body, revealing her incredibly sexy figure. I gently shook her awake, signaling her to be quiet, and whispered that I wanted her, then went back to my room. Two minutes later, Mom came in. I picked her up and placed her on the bed, then ripped off our clothes. "Son, Mom knows she's your wife. I should be there for you when you need me, but you coming into my room like this is putting us in unnecessary danger." Mom had only offered a few gentle protests when I kissed her, stripped her naked, and after playing with her breasts for a while, I began to give her oral sex.

After licking her clitoris for a bit, Mom was soaking wet. I then climbed on top of her, thrusting my erection into her love nest, and spread her legs to vigorously penetrate her vulva. My mother, eyes tightly closed, fully enjoyed her husband's ministrations. Her beautiful, alluring breasts trembled silently with the piston-like movements of my penis in her vagina, swaying up and down, utterly adorable. I reached out and freely fondled and kneaded them. Soon, amidst the trembling of my mother's vagina, I ejaculated deep inside her.

After a long while, as she got up to leave me, she told me: "Son, in the future, whenever you want me, you can come to my room and wake me up, just like tonight, and I'll come to you." I was thrilled. But the next night, my mother, smiling, came into my room with her bedding and said: "I told your father that he gets drunk every night, and I can't stand the smell, so I'm sleeping in your room. Your father agreed, so from now on, my body is yours every night." I hugged my beloved mother tightly, showering her face and body with kisses like raindrops. My excitement was indescribable. Tonight, I could only express my joy and gratitude to my beloved mother by letting her fully enjoy the incredibly pleasurable sex I gave her. For

the next two years, my mother and I were extremely careful, seizing every safe opportunity to indulge in our incestuous sexual acts. Sometimes, we would lie and say we were going out to do odd jobs, choosing times when my mother was safe, packing enough food, and staying away for a few days, in a cave or a deserted hut in a dense forest, indulging in the wild pleasures we had tried before.

While staying in the cave or hut, we wouldn't wear outer clothing for days, and could have sex whenever we wanted. In this environment, my mother was always exceptionally aroused, her vagina always moist, her breasts erect, and her buttocks high. Her moans of orgasm would rise and echo in the cave, further arousing my lust. Each time I brought my mother to orgasm for the first time, my penis remained as hard as a steel rod. I would not pull out of her vagina and would continue to thrust until my beloved mother had multiple orgasms before finally sparingly ejaculating deep into her vagina.

My mother, who was enjoying myself immensely, would often take my still-dripping glans into her mouth, and under her loving gaze, she would carefully lick my thick penis clean with her fragrant tongue before letting me rest for a moment. Sometimes, when I still couldn't ejaculate, my mother would patiently and meticulously perform oral sex on me with her red lips or cup her full breasts to create cleavage for breast sex. She tried every means to give me sexual pleasure. The milky white semen became a delicious meal in my mother's mouth or she would smear it on her breasts, saying it was a good moisturizer. Hearing that my semen had such wonderful uses, I was naturally willing to ejaculate it as much as possible into my beloved mother. My father

never suspected anything about our frequent outings. In fact, he had long been an alcoholic and impotent. He had already lost interest in sex before my mother and I became engaged. No wonder my mother gave herself to me so easily; my father deserved some credit for that. Now, alcohol is his only friend. I think he'll be quite happy about our outing; his nagging wife and son aren't bothering him at home, so he can get thoroughly drunk. And so, the days passed in our joyful incestuous sex.

Under the protection of the gods, my mother's belly remained unharmed. Nourished by my semen, she seemed to radiate youth. My special lotion made her skin fair and rosy; my countless daily breast massages made her previously sagging breasts firmer, and her buttocks became fuller from the impact of our intercourse. Her vagina, stimulated by my penis and nourished by my semen, became more contracted and powerful. Her anus could open freely, accepting my penis and absorbing every drop of semen, which I loved dearly. Anal sex with my beloved mother became our first choice for spiced sex. Now, making love with my mother and wife is even more ecstatic.

Two years later, my sister got pregnant by a man from another province and married him. And I also encountered a good opportunity to go to Shanghai to learn how to do business, hoping to earn more money to support my beloved wife and mother. In the initial days away from home, every day felt like an eternity. I never had, nor wanted to, have any woman other than my mother in my life. My mother, who had never left her hometown in the southwest, surprisingly took the train repeatedly, traveling thousands of miles to Shanghai to see me, helping with my life and satisfying my physical needs.

In Shanghai, our separation felt like a new marriage, and we resumed our passionate married life. However, I was even more careful, always using condoms when making love with my mother, because Shanghai wasn't home, and my mother's health was paramount. Traveling back and forth would be inconvenient with her pregnancy. After a year of this, each short reunion with my beloved mother felt like an even longer wait.

During the few days my mother visited Luzhou, I took leave to be with her, making love all day long. My kind and beautiful mother, exhausted from the long journey and the constant intercourse with her son, was often exhausted, and I was anxious seeing this. So I stopped her from visiting me in Shanghai, so she could stay home and recuperate in preparation for my visit. Just as I was preparing to go back to my hometown to reunite with my beloved mother, news came that my father had died of alcohol poisoning and was found dead, having smashed his head against a tiger statue. My mother and I weren't particularly saddened, but we were somewhat lost and disoriented. However, this also meant that we had no more ties to our hometown.

After my father's funeral, my mother officially moved to Shanghai to live with me. Like a newlywed couple, we loved and cared for each other. With less long-distance travel, my mother's health returned to normal, and she became more sexually active. I was also happy to have my mother by my side day and night. Gradually, she became more daring in our sexual life, going from being hesitant to actively accepting my increasingly strong sexual desire. When we were at home together, I would kiss her passionately, caress her breasts, and request various sexual positions anytime, anywhere. Sometimes, on a whim, I would lift her skirt, grab her snow-white, plump buttocks, and have sex—a crude approach that my loving mother would gladly accept.

During her periods, we would have sex at least three or four times a day. Condoms were no longer necessary; my mother said they affected our pleasure. Of course, I gladly obeyed my mother's loving wishes. After three months of unprotected sex, my mother shyly told me one day that her period hadn't come. Then, as we anxiously awaited her return, she told me that she, at thirty-six, was confirmed pregnant. We were both incredibly excited. Especially knowing that my mother was carrying her own son's child, I felt extremely proud.

Watching my child grow day by day in my mother's womb, her face radiated the unique happiness of a pregnant woman. The joy of becoming a father for the first time also filled me with immense happiness. Of course, after my mother became pregnant, our sexual activity decreased. For the safety of the baby in her womb, she tried to satisfy our sexual needs through back-to-back sex, oral sex, breast sex, and even anal sex. My

mother's love for me during this difficult time made me feel deeply happy and responsible. I also did my best to take care of my pregnant mother, ensuring her safe passage through this challenging period so we could resume our normal marital sex life as soon as possible. Finally, nine months later, we had a healthy and lovely daughter. With the success of our first time, my mother's face radiated confident joy. She said she hoped to give me a son so the Wang family could have an heir. In subsequent sexual encounters, my mother tried every possible method to ensure that my semen was completely inside her vagina, without any leakage.

Thanks to my mother's persistent efforts, when our daughter was one and a half years old, our son was born. Later, due to my outstanding performance at work, my company sent me on a business trip to New Zealand. With the money I'd saved over the years and my connections abroad, I successfully applied for New Zealand citizenship. I brought my mother and children to live with me, and our family settled in the beautiful and prosperous New Zealand.

Living abroad, my mother and I became a real couple, and no one in the area doubted our true identities. While I was at work during the day, my mother stayed home to care for our two bright and adorable children. Every night, after our children fell asleep in their crib, it was time for our loving and intimate time together. My understanding and loving sex with my mother was a nightly ritual for us, because she knew how much I loved and adored her body. Despite having two more children, she, nearing forty, still maintained a good figure and a normal libido. Our perfect nightly sex was the best way for me to recharge, forget my worries, and strengthen the bond between us, this match made in heaven.

Now, after several years of being husband and wife, my mother is even more gentle, considerate, and understanding, filling me with boundless love and happiness. Every night, when I wanted her body and removed her nightgown, her pink nipples were already proudly erect, her plump, white buttocks were already glistening with honeyed fluid, and her labia were wide open, waiting for me—her beloved son's cherished pet. Of course, I wouldn't disappoint my mother's good intentions; I wouldn't go to sleep until we both reached orgasm.

Every night, after we showered together and dried each other, we would return to our bedroom, lie naked, and caress each other. Then, again and again, we would do the same beautiful lovemaking we never tired of. Only after my mother's high-pitched moans had echoed several times, and I had deeply ejaculated into her womb, would our spacious, comfortable bedroom return to a brief moment of peace.

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