I became my mother's new man.

(I)

My parents enjoyed a happy and fulfilling sex life for the first 16-17 years of their marriage. However, after my father climbed to a leadership position in his company, work became his entire life, which greatly damaged his marriage. When I was almost seventeen, my father was assigned to manage the factory's second shift. His salary increased accordingly, but so did his responsibilities. This meant he had to work from 3:30 PM to midnight, with the possibility of overtime at any time. He also had meetings on Saturdays and sometimes had to visit other production sites on his days off. He

came home very late, often not going to bed until the early hours of the morning, and most of the time he looked exhausted.

My father is definitely a hardworking and responsible person; he always puts 110% of his energy and time into his work. But our family isn't short of money, and I really don't understand why he's so busy working all day without having time to enjoy life.

At home, my father increasingly felt superfluous; he and my mother became increasingly incompatible, and he couldn't participate in almost anything my mother cared about. Their sex life had effectively ceased to exist. However, my mother was a woman who enjoyed sex (I only learned this later), and in the first few months, she tried to arouse my father's interest. Sometimes she would dress very sexily and wait until late at night until he came home, but he always disappointed her. This wasn't his fault; he was simply too tired to do anything else. In the afternoons, he was always busy preparing for his evening work, having no time for my mother. Occasionally, on Sundays, they would have a quick and perfunctory encounter. Gradually, my mother gave up, becoming quiet and withdrawn, and my busy father, of course, didn't realize this.

To be fair, if you paid a little attention, you would find that my mother was actually a very beautiful woman. And by "woman," I don't mean the petite, beautiful, but simple-minded women that are popular these days. My mother was quite tall, standing 5 feet 7 inches and weighing 140 pounds. She had round, firm breasts, a full and shapely bottom, firm and upright buttocks, rounded and full thighs, well-curved calves, and neatly trimmed ankles. When she smiled, deep dimples appeared on her cheeks. Combined with her straight nose, bright mouth, bright dark brown eyes, and soft, wavy tawny hair, she was stunning, especially to me. The reason for this detailed description is simply to tell you that my mother was a great beauty; wherever she went, she was the center of attention.

As for myself—the last member of the family—I was then a high school senior, a model student in the traditional sense, excelling academically and also an excellent athlete, especially fond of football, and a member of the school team. I was 5 feet 11 inches tall, weighed 175 pounds, muscular, and athletic; I was the second fastest runner on the team. However, I have some social problems. For example, I hate having boring conversations with others, and I feel awkward and unsure of what to say when facing girls. Although I have a strong desire for the opposite sex, I often hide this longing.

I have had experience dating women before, having had two girlfriends in total.

The first girl was the kind of woman who only wanted to dominate men and boss them around. During our relationship, she was always finding fault with me, finding fault with everything I did. Fortunately, I quickly grew tired of her. I admit she was a great kissing partner; the only thing I remember about her was that she liked to kiss, but I never considered entering her world. Now she's married to a lewd man who likes to whip her with a belt from time to time, so of course she has no right to tell him what to do.

The second girl was a shy, short girl, at least to me. It took me a long time to teach her how to kiss. Although she studied hard, seemed to like me, and slowly learned to enjoy kissing, she was still very sensitive. The moment I carelessly touched her breasts, she would scream and threaten to tell her parents. Our relationship had to end. Later, a playboy at our school got her, and she quickly became a slut, available to anyone who approached her.

Once, she hinted that she would be happy to cooperate if I wanted her, but I had lost all interest in any part of her body; I wouldn't waste my passion and semen on a promiscuous woman.

Okay, enough of that, let's get back to the point.

I, a hot-blooded young man, not bad-looking, could only cope with my many sexual frustrations through masturbation. My mother, a beautiful woman with a strong sex drive, was neglected by her work-obsessed husband. I often had many vivid and imaginative sexual fantasies, and the most frequent object of these fantasies was my beautiful and sexy mother. Think about it: your husband and father are away from home most of the time, leaving two lonely, sexually frustrated people to spend the nights alone. And you have a very obvious solution—indeed, very obvious—incest (if you approve of it). It's the most natural thing to do.

But sometimes, things don't go as planned.

I approve of incest, at least I have this idea. I don't think incest is immoral. In traditional thinking, incest is condemned, but I believe that in family relationships, the relationship between parents and children is closer than anyone else's. Blood ties make them rely on each other, and it's natural for them to have feelings for each other, and it's not impossible for it to develop into a sexual relationship. To be honest, I thought about it, but I never thought it would actually happen, even though I had dreamed about it countless times with my beautiful mother, and I eagerly hoped that one day my dreams would come true. But when it came to putting it into practice, I was at a loss. I spent a long time observing and thinking, and finally came to an unbelievable conclusion: my mother had always been interested in me—sexually.

Realizing this, although not entirely sure, I decided to make my move. From casual, premeditated teasing to subtle flirting, everything unfolded so naturally and gradually. I knew my mother wasn't feeling well about herself, even doubting her own charm, all because of my father's coldness towards her. So I started trying to cheer her up with compliments, letting her know how beautiful and charming she was to her son. At first, I was clumsy, often failing to express myself clearly, frequently blushing from saying the wrong thing, but my mother always understood me quickly. I could tell she liked it; she knew I was sincere, even though my words didn't sound as eloquent as orators'. She could understand the meaning behind my words. With each compliment, my eloquence improved, and my words became sweeter, often rewarding me with a warm hug from my mother.

I started spending more time at home with my mother, comforting her from her husband's neglect. We talked about everything. From our conversations, I learned about my mother's life experiences in her youth, all her interests, hobbies, and dreams. My mother is no longer as aloof and distant as before, but rather so close to me now, like an interesting friend, deeply attracting me. I find I can talk about anything with her, even things I've never dared to say to anyone else.

Honestly, although I often go to the movies and play games with a group of friends, I've never had any real friends. Now, my mother has become my closest friend, and I feel both confused and fulfilled about this relationship. We watch TV together, play cards, and occasionally go out for meals or concerts. I often help my mother with housework, cooking, or cleaning up, and even do her laundry. However, I have always had an extremely strong desire for her body, and this desire grows stronger every day. I can only barely suppress this unhealthy desire through frequent masturbation and dreaming of having passionate sex with her. I've tried to peep at my mother while she showers, but her bathroom is in her room, and unless she leaves the door open, I have no chance. Yet, facing my mature and sexy mother every day, I feel my self-control rapidly declining, and I'm getting closer and closer to the brink of collapse. However, on the other hand, I also appreciate our current close friendship.

I could sense that my mother greatly appreciated me as her companion. She seemed more relaxed and happier than before, and more passionate about life. She seemed unwilling to discuss her growing estrangement from my father, and had given up on trying to change it. She often told me about her relationship with my father, from their first meeting to their falling in love and finally marriage, subtly and indirectly making me understand that she had lost the sex life they once shared and cherished. Whenever this happened, she would gently shake her head, looking melancholy, telling me how much she longed for someone to comfort her and talk to her. Every time, I almost blurted out, "Mom, let me take Dad's place and keep you company!" But each time, the words stuck in my throat. I hated my cowardice and weakness; I was so useless.

Now, my mother has started caring about her appearance again. She's started using cosmetics again, getting a fashionable hairstyle, and paying attention to her clothes. She often wore faded jeans and a loose-fitting top, sometimes a tight-fitting short-sleeved t-shirt, as if showing off her dazzlingly beautiful thighs, her prominent, full, and alluring breasts, and her curvaceous body. Later, as the weather warmed and summer arrived, she wore a very daring and revealing golf skirt, something I had never seen her dressed like before. All of this made me incredibly aroused, especially when I caught a glimpse of her white underwear.

Of course, these changes gave me more opportunities to praise her, sometimes even in a rather unrestrained and cheesy way, but honestly, I genuinely appreciated her transformation. My mother, on the other hand, was clearly more delighted by my praise and would take the opportunity to hug and cuddle me as a reward. My mother increasingly tended to use her body to subtly suggest how much she loved her son. This game of push and pull continued, intoxicating me. Each hug made my desire burn as fiercely as the summer sun.

Our hugs became more and more frequent, and I grew increasingly eager for what lay ahead. There were things in between that I had never experienced before; I was no longer a child. Every morning when I go to school, I hug my mother goodbye. When I come home from school, I'm greeted with another warm hug, and we hug each other to say goodnight and good morning. When I greet her, I receive a hug, and when I help her with chores, I receive another warm hug.

Gradually, kisses were added to the hugging routine. At first, we only exchanged fleeting kisses on the cheek, but it quickly developed into deep kisses, and eventually, naturally, into mouth-to-mouth contact. So I started actively seeking out these kisses I longed for, instead of just waiting for them to come. For example, after dinner, while clearing the table, I would take the opportunity to hug my mother, give her a kiss, and tell her how sweet it was. When she tried on new clothes, I would pretend to observe intently, then let out an envious whistle, hug her tightly, and give her an eager kiss. As time went on, these kisses gradually became gentler and sweeter. I think that if we didn't sleep in separate beds, my mother and I would look like a very happy couple.

My love for my mother grew stronger with each passing day, and so did my desire for her alluring body.

You might think my mother would explicitly express her love for me, but unfortunately, that never happened. I could only try to understand, probe, and sense her love through observation, speculation, and physical contact. If I misunderstood her intentions and acted rashly, only to be kicked out of bed by her, guess what the consequences would be? A woman's heart is the most unpredictable thing. Fortunately, my mother gave me many hints, but I didn't know which hints might bring me good luck. However, my mother gradually stopped hiding her body and stopped concealing her sexy and charming figure.

She often wore a semi-transparent robe in the morning, and she also developed the habit of making her full breasts appear and disappear when she bent over, or letting me vaguely see her underwear underneath. At these times, I could clearly see her erect nipples, and sometimes I could even see her dark pubic hair through the thin silk. Sometimes when I passed by her bedroom at night to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, I would see her alone in her pajamas. These silk pajamas obviously couldn't conceal her body, and I could clearly see the beautiful curves of my mother's body. So captivating! It's good to be alive! Although I couldn't truly experience ecstasy, it was still a feast for the eyes.

(II)

Twice I saw my mother completely naked, and she clearly intended for me to see her.

Once, when I came home from school and was going up the stairs, my footsteps were a little louder, definitely not sneaking up the stairs, and then my mother suddenly appeared in the stairwell, completely naked, her full breasts and thick, hairy pubic area fully exposed in front of me. I was startled, and my eyes involuntarily stared at her proudly erect breasts and her bushy pubic area.

But my mother looked even more "surprised" and said, "Oh, I didn't know you were home." It seemed that she was not in a hurry to cover her body, but instead deliberately turned around with a charming air so that my lustful eyes could get a good look at her alluring buttocks, and then slowly walked back to her room.

Another time, the bathroom door was open, and I went in and found my mother inside, having just taken off her clothes, her body naked, obviously, she was about to take a shower. I was momentarily embarrassed and stammered an apology before slipping out of the bathroom, my face flushed.

"It's okay, honey," Mom didn't seem angry, "I forgot to close the door." She wasn't trying to hide her sexual desires anymore—that was good! I was quite pleased with what I was seeing. The only odd thing about this was that my parents' room also had a separate bathroom, where Mom had always showered.

As I said, Mom had started wearing very short golf skirts (she didn't like playing golf), but only at home and after Dad had left. That day she wore one that barely covered her hips, and when she sat down, her beautiful thighs were completely exposed, her white panties always peeking through—I noticed they were always white. Mom was increasingly careless about her posture; she sat opposite me, her thighs sometimes brazenly spread open, sometimes her knees bent, her legs parted, revealing everything beneath her skirt, seemingly oblivious to the lustful gleam in her son's eyes. White panties frequently appeared in my field of vision. Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, it was enough for me to clearly see the style of the panties: a transparent, high-waisted white pair that clearly revealed the alluring black pubic area.

I stared greedily at that dazzling black area when suddenly, as if my mother had seen through me, she gave me a flirtatious and alluring glare, which startled me. But she didn't seem angry; instead, she sat down beside me, staring at me with a mischievous look, gently stroking my head. A familiar yet unfamiliar feminine scent wafted into my nose, instantly making my whole body tremble with excitement. I only hoped that my mother truly desired me, and that I could have my way. My mother was so close, almost within reach. I wanted to suddenly pin her down, but at that moment, I was at a loss, unsure of what to do next. If I made a move on my mother and found that it was just wishful thinking, it could ruin the good relationship we had worked so hard to build. I didn't want that to happen. After all, she's my mother, and morally, I couldn't do anything bad to her unless she initiated it or there was any further intimacy.

(Later, I learned that she was also very conflicted at the time, trying hard to restrain herself from taking that step that could forever change our lives.)

Nothing happened that day, and I was somewhat disappointed, but also relieved. I longed to break through, yet I was also afraid of breaking through.

One evening, I was lying on the carpet watching TV, casually placing the newspaper I'd finished reading on the floor beside me. My mother came over, wanting to pick out a few pages. She bent over, half-kneeling, her back to me, legs spread, her full buttocks right in front of me, almost within reach. She was wearing a golf skirt, her white panties barely covering her tight buttocks. Through the white, transparent panties, I could clearly see the outline of her thick labia. Just as I was staring at them, imagining the wonderful sensation of rubbing and grinding them with my penis, I suddenly noticed my mother peeking at me through the gap between her legs with a half-smile. I immediately turned my head away as if electrocuted, my face flushed with embarrassment. My mother didn't say anything, continuing to read the newspaper as if nothing had happened, while I, like a thief, would occasionally glance at my mother's alluring figure, until she finished the newspaper and sat back on the sofa. Only then did I realize she was barely suppressing a laugh, seemingly quite pleased. It turned out my mother had planned this all along, only for me, the pathetic spectator, to get away with it.

When it was time to say goodnight, Mom's kiss was exceptionally gentle and lingering, lasting twice as long as usual, almost like a passionate lover's kiss. I can swear her tongue tentatively darted in twice. She seemed reluctant to part with me; I was sure she really wanted me to stay with her all night, but I hesitated. I was afraid that once things started, they would get out of control. Although in my dreams, I could do anything with Mom in bed, I wouldn't hesitate to give her everything I had, and she would reciprocate accordingly, including her passion, even her body. But in real life, I couldn't, and I wasn't entirely sure what Mom was thinking. Ah, my dream! I was practically going crazy. That night, I masturbated all night long.

The next morning, I got up, took a shower, and surprisingly felt refreshed. As I shaved, I heard Dad drive away. It was Saturday, and I knew he wouldn't be back tonight because he had a long meeting at nine o'clock the next morning. Poor Dad. After shaving, I went downstairs for breakfast. Mom came in quickly, wearing another golf skirt (I knew she must have put it on after Dad left) and a t-shirt, without a bra underneath.

My God, she looked so hot and vibrant, and I was only wearing shorts. I couldn't take it anymore; my penis started to slip out of my control. She made me my favorite pancakes, and I sat down. She carried the pancakes to my right and placed them on my plate.

Everything was so natural, completely unpretentious. I put my right hand between her legs and gently stroked the inside of her thigh. She suddenly stiffened, staring into my eyes, her dark brown eyes suddenly radiating a dazzling desire. I knew what to do next.

As if electrocuted, the feeling when my fingers caressed Mom's soft, satin-smooth skin was indescribable. We both froze for a while, waiting for what was to come.

Well, I've done everything I could. I've broken through this ice, pierced the thin veil between us. I have no choice but to move forward. At this point, if I were to back down like before, I wouldn't be a man. So I began to stroke the inside of my mother's soft thighs, slowly moving from her knees up to the groin. My mother's breathing immediately quickened, but she didn't stop me. Instead, she slowly, slowly placed the pan of pancakes on the table, showing no intention of leaving me, simply standing there letting me caress her body. Finally, she couldn't resist any longer. She gently wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing my penis against her left breast, breathing rapidly. I guessed she also had some fear of what was about to happen.

For a long time, I simply patted and stroked my mother's alluring thighs, and she just gently held my neck. My left hand also rested on my mother's thigh, stroking her thighs with both hands. My left hand slowly moved upwards along the outside of my mother's thigh, quickly reaching the height of her usual underwear. To my surprise, it touched soft, warm skin – it was unbelievable. My left hand continued its exploration of her buttocks, finally realizing that my mother wasn't wearing underwear at all!

My mother, unable to bear my caresses, let out a groan, pressing my head tightly against her soft, firm breasts.

My right hand wasn't idle either, beginning to move deeper into the inside of my mother's thigh, very carefully approaching the area I had longed for day and night. My mother quickly moved her right leg away, opening her thighs to facilitate the exploration of her beloved son's eager hand.

I tentatively reached towards my mother's genitals, touching soft pubic hair. A little further, my hand touched my mother's vulva, and I gently, tenderly stroked my mother's warm, moist labia. At that moment, it felt like returning to a place I knew all too well. I swear, from the day I was born until now, I never imagined that one day I could caress my own mother's vulva like a lover; that was just a dream. It was

all like a dream.

As if in response, as my hand touched my mother's vulva, her body trembled violently. Then, she suddenly and quickly pulled off her t-shirt, facing me directly, yanked her obstructive golf skirt over her head, and pressed my face against her bare, soft, and full breasts, while my hands continued their roaming over my mother's alluring body. My left hand teased her labia, while my right hand vigorously rubbed her buttocks. I seemed to be driven only by instinct.

I parted her labia and inserted my fingers; it was already soaking wet, with vaginal fluid constantly flowing out.

My mother, panting heavily, guided my mouth to lick her nipples. Without her guidance, I instinctively used the tip of my tongue to gently flick back and forth across my mother's erect nipples, lightly biting the base of them with my teeth, then passionately sucking and gently nibbling at her full, high breasts.

My mother was clearly most averse to the subtle movements of my fingers beneath her; her hips began to sway rhythmically from side to side, protesting my illegal intrusion. Her vagina was already very lubricated, and my fingers encountered no resistance at all.

Finally, unable to suppress her physical urges, my mother couldn't help but cry out, "God, it's so wonderful, darling! Don't stop, don't..."

Heaven knows, I had no intention of stopping; I only wanted to go further, a thought that had driven me mad.

My mouth greedily searched between her breasts, while my fingers continued to tease my mother's vulva.

"Oh...oh...God!" my mother moaned, her body seemingly melting, trembling from the continued passion.

“Oh…oh oh…God! So…so…darling! Oh…ah…so…so beautiful!”

If you’ve never stuck your fingers inside your mother’s vagina or pressed your face against her bare breasts, I bet you’ve never experienced the most wonderful sexual pleasure in the world.

Oh, my penis is about to burst through my shorts.

Just then, Mom suddenly left the table and dragged me away.

“Hurry up, baby!” she commanded, “Take off your pants!”

At the same time, she quickly unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, while I, with the fastest speed I’d ever been, ripped off my extra shorts, revealing my ugly, swollen, purplish, hot, thick penis.

“Oh God, it’s huge!”

She was surprised by the thickness and length of my penis as she grabbed it and pulled me to the counter. But she quickly turned around, leaning against the counter, her back to me, and thrusting her arrogant buttocks in front of me. “Here, baby,” she said impatiently, “Quick! Hurry up and insert it into Mommy from behind.”

I stared in awe at my mother’s beautiful, snow-white, and plump buttocks. I swear, I desperately wanted to do as my mother instructed, but I had never seen a woman’s vulva before, had no idea how it was structured, and had never even inserted my penis into any girl’s body from the front, let alone from behind. How was I supposed to do it?

Mom reached back and grabbed my penis again.

"Come on, baby!" she urged, "I want your penis inside me right now!"

She leaned over the counter, raising her buttocks, urging me to hurry up.

I couldn't care less. I walked between her wide-open legs, straightened my penis, aimed at her buttocks, gritted my teeth, and thrust forward. Surprisingly, my penis entered Mom's vagina smoothly.

God, what does this feel like?

I felt Mom's warm flesh walls tightly surrounding my penis, and I was so excited I almost jumped up.

"Baby, push it in," Mom cried, "I need your big cock to fuck Mom hard."

So I pushed in with my penis erect, while Mom arched her buttocks back until my penis was completely buried in her juicy, lovely pussy.

“Oh…it’s so beautiful, baby!” Mom murmured, “Fuck me, fuck me hard…fuck your mom to death with your big, juicy cock…”

(III)

I gladly obeyed and began to thrust my cock back and forth. She moved her hips rhythmically to match my movements, which was a truly wonderful experience. Mom’s beautiful, dazzling buttocks swayed lasciviously under my fierce thrusts, intensely stimulating my nerves. An uncontrollable sense of conquest and satisfaction welled up in my heart—Mom is mine, I am Mom’s man.

I leaned forward, freeing one hand to grasp her breasts, kneading and squeezing them forcefully. Mom rhythmically pushed her breasts toward my hand, and then she also freed one hand to find her clitoris. I could feel her fingers and my cock going in and out of her vagina together.

I was glad that Mom knew how to use her fingers to pinch her clitoris, because this would accelerate her orgasm. I felt that I couldn’t last any longer. I had already far exceeded my expectations, which was probably thanks to the masturbation last night.

Soon, Mom's breathing became more and more rapid, like a female dog in heat, and her movements became more and more intense.

"Oh... God... Baby! Oh... Oh... I'm going to die... Mom is going to die of pleasure! Baby, my dear husband, my good husband, your big cock is so amazing, Mom is going to die! Oh oh... Oh... Oh... Oh!... Fuck... Fuck me hard... Fuck Mom to death... Ah..."

In my memory, I had never heard Mom say such lewd and wanton things. Even when I eavesdropped on Dad and Mom making love, Mom had never been

so wanton. You can imagine how excited I was when I heard such wanton moans.

Even in my countless absurd fantasies, I had never imagined that my seemingly traditional mother was so passionate about sex, that such amazing passion was accumulating in her body.

I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusts, and soon, Mom's vagina began to contract violently, tightly sucking on my cock.

"Oh...God...God...Child, hurry...hurry...I'm coming! I'm coming...coming...coming..."

Mom screamed, her buttocks swaying wildly. I had to hold her buttocks tightly to prevent my penis from slipping out of her vagina.

I thrust into Mom's body with all my might, inserting my penis deep into her body. I felt my glans starting to heat up, on the verge of collapse, the desire to explode filling my entire body.

I roared, "I'm coming!"

I ejaculated all my love and desire into Mom's convulsing vagina in an instant.

At this moment, Mom suddenly stopped her convulsions, completely frozen, only her body trembling violently unconsciously.

My semen continued to spray into Mom's uterus.

I held Mom's trembling body tightly, my abdomen pressed against Mom's slightly trembling buttocks, feeling the warmth of Mom's body.

The convulsions continued.

Until finally, I stopped ejaculating, Mom let out a long breath, and collapsed heavily onto the counter, I half-lying behind her.

When we both came to our senses, our breathing was still catching in our throats. My penis hadn't fully shrunk; it was still inside my mother's warm vagina, and I could still feel the slight throbbing of her vaginal walls after her satisfaction.

Thank God, I thought, I had truly slept with my beloved mother.

My long-held desire had miraculously come true, even more than I had ever dreamed of. And this moment had arrived so suddenly; I had never felt so happy and blissful.

After a while, my mother stood up, and my penis slid out of her vagina with a "plop."

My mother turned around, her eyes brimming with uncontrollable lust, and smiled at me, revealing her teeth: "Oh, child, that was truly a great lovemaking experience!"

My penis was still dripping with semen, the thick fluid flowing down my mother's thighs, but she didn't seem to care. I immediately realized that my mother actually really enjoyed this dirty stuff during sex.

Thinking of that crazy moment just now, and that it was my first time, and how passionate my mother's body was, my penis involuntarily became erect again.

My mother gripped my now erect and vibrant penis tightly, watching in amazement. "This damn monster's trying to move again!" she exclaimed with delight. "That's exactly what I need."

How could I say no to such a long-deprived, lustful middle-aged woman?

My mother had me lie down on a chair, then straddled me, straightening my penis and positioning it against her still-dripping vulva. She lowered herself, completely engulfing my penis with her warm, juicy flesh. Then she leaned down, wrapped her arms around my neck, rubbing her large, soft, full breasts against my chest, and covered my mouth with her sexy, moist lips.

We kissed passionately and wildly, my mother's tongue darting in, our tongues intertwining intensely, desperately seeking each other's pleasure.

God, I felt like I was in heaven.

After a while, Mom straightened up, reached behind her onto the dining table, dipped some jam into my plate, and held her finger out to me. I opened my mouth, wanting to suck on her finger, but she said, "No, close your mouth." I did as she said.

She smeared jam on my lips and then licked them clean.

"Ah!" she whispered in my ear, "My lovely, big-dicked son who dares to fuck his mother has a mouth as sweet as honey."

Then she dipped more jam in and smeared it on my face, from my forehead to my chin, not even sparing my ears. Then she carefully licked it clean.

She kept moaning, sounding like a kitten in heat.

Her body rose and fell, working hard on my penis, and our joined bodies played a joyful melody, making "plop, plop" sounds.

Even now, I still can't quite believe it's real. I feel like I'm immersed in a ridiculous, blissful, erotic dream, unable to pull myself out, yet it all feels absolutely real.

If you, like me, harbor desires for your mother, simply imagine her sitting on your lap, frantically stroking your penis, her bare breasts occasionally rubbing against your chest, her soft tongue lightly licking your cheek.

What could be more alluring than that, man?

Mom poured some more jam into the plate, this time smearing it on her face.

"Alright, my little man, now it's your turn."

I happily began licking Mom's beautiful face, making her giggle and twist her alluring waist to dodge my advances.

I slowly licked her eyes and forehead, her nose and chin, her cheeks and smiling lips.

I loved this game, especially with my penis still inside her, throbbing.

Next, Mom smeared jam all over her breasts, arched her back, and made her full breasts stand erect.

I kissed her entire body; her body was so smooth, soft, and supple. Then I focused on her firm, full breasts, sucking and gently biting her already erect nipples, just like when I was a newborn.

Mom said excitedly, "I want to lower my body a little so you can penetrate me more easily."

But then she realized, "Oh, I'm so stupid, let's do something sweeter."

She suddenly leaned back, almost pulling my penis out of her vagina. Then she smeared jam on my penis and the sides of her labia.

"Would you like some butter?"

Mom said, scooping a small spoonful of butter from the plate and using it to give our genitals a thick, heavy makeover.

“Okay, that’s it.” Then she thrust her hips forward again, allowing my penis to slide in again.

“Quick!” she said, “Let’s go all out.”

Mom started moving up and down again, and I gave up the initiative, letting her do as she pleased.

Mom was truly a stunner, an excellent sexual partner, with a wealth of sexual experience, knowing how to make a man happy.

I felt so sorry for Dad; he missed out on the most wonderful thing in the world, and I was so lucky.

Mom would occasionally press her full breasts against my chest or gag my mouth.

When she leaned back, her large breasts would bounce excitedly, and I could see my genitals going in and out of her hairy vulva.

The jam and butter foamed from the intense friction, mixing with my first ejaculation. I wondered what they tasted like now—perhaps a completely new taste, a mixture of jam, butter, and semen.

"Oh, damn it!" Mom grumbled under her breath. "It's happening again. I wasn't like this before."

Mom's face twitched, and her expression changed from a smile to a mixture of extreme pain and pleasure. It looked like Mom was about to have another orgasm.

Perhaps because it had been a long time since she had sex, Mom's orgasm came particularly quickly.

She began to breathe rapidly, her words incoherent, interspersed with excited shouts and obscene language. I wasn't much better off.

“Oh, baby! I love you… I love your big cock!… Good son… Good son… No no… My dear husband… Good brother… I want you to fuck Mommy’s cunt hard… Oh… I can’t take it anymore… Faster… Harder… Good… Good… Darling… Mommy’s cunt is about to be torn apart by you… Oh… Oh oh… Oh oh… Oh oh oh… You rascal… You scoundrel… You fucking Mommy’s bad son… Oh… So… So beautiful… Good son… You’re making Mommy so happy… Oh oh… My most… most… most beloved son… So good… You’re making Mommy feel so good…”

I started to thrust upwards forcefully to keep up with Mommy’s increasingly frantic movements. Mommy became even more incoherent: “Oh… Sweetheart… Baby… Darling… Fuck Mommy hard… Fuck Mommy hard with your big cock, your big meat stick… Oh… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck me… Oh… Oh… Ah…”

Mommy’s movements became bigger and more intense. Her face turned as red as if she were drunk, her expression was very painful, and her face was severely distorted. She looked terrible at that moment, but I felt that my mother was the most beautiful at that moment.

I couldn't hold on any longer; I was about to explode.

In an instant, I ejaculated a second time.

I poured my hot, thick, viscous semen deep into my mother's convulsing vaginal walls with unrestrained pleasure.

My mother's face finally relaxed, her mouth gaping open helplessly, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, her full breasts bouncing with my thrusts.

I violently pounded her body until I ejaculated my last drop of semen.

The frenzied lovemaking ended, and my mother trembled as she collapsed into my arms.

(IV)

We held each other like that until our breathing calmed down a bit. My mother seemed much better, though she still moaned occasionally.

My penis was still inside my mother's vagina, and I could feel the aftershocks of her intense orgasm.

We were both soaked, sweat mingling together, and semen mixed with jam and butter dripped from the chair onto the floor.

I was exhausted, feeling weak all over, but filled with a feeling of happiness and joy.

My penis shrank slightly, but still filled my mother's lovely vagina.

Finally, my mother stretched and sat up.

She looked at me tenderly and said in a very soft voice, "I love you, my good boy. Nothing in this world is more important to me than you. Today is the happiest day of my life, and I will never forget it."

Then she gently kissed me.

Although I was still immersed in the afterglow of the pleasure we had just shared, savoring the wonderful things we had done, I knew I should tell my mother how I felt.

I'm not a good speaker, and I spoke somewhat incoherently and haltingly, but I was sure my mother understood what I meant.

I told her how much I had wanted her all these years, and my mother said she had known all along, that she had been aware of my unusual behavior for a long time, and that she knew I often secretly watched her. But she was pleased and satisfied with her attraction to her son. Later, she felt the repressed flames within her being ignited by her son's lustful eyes. She had struggled for a long time with these perverse thoughts, but finally succumbed and began masturbating, imagining her son penetrating her. Now, she only hoped to quickly adapt to this incestuous feeling so that we could continue our spiritual and physical communion and no longer waste our precious time.

We promised each other that this was just the beginning of love. I sincerely assured my mother that she was my all-consuming love, and she promised me that from now on, her love and body would be offered to me whenever I desired.

This was more intoxicating than any vow of eternal love.

Finally, my mother reluctantly left my embrace to clean herself of the filth.

The result of our frenzied lovemaking was that our genitals were very dirty.

My mother cleaned the filth from my penis with her hands, and then, to my surprise, licked it with her mouth.

"Hey! That's great," she exclaimed. "You try it too."

She pressed my head against her vulva, and I eagerly licked the already congealed filth from her plump labia, licking incessantly.

Mom was right, it tasted really good, but that alone wouldn't make me lick it. The most important thing was that I could savor and feel Mom's pleasurable, beautiful vulva, letting her know how much her son loved her and how intensely he needed every part of her body.

I appreciated the ticklish feeling of Mom's thick pubic hair on my nose. I definitely wouldn't like it if it were hairless. I prefer truly mature and sexy women, not innocent and cute little girls.

Mom's pubic hair was dark brown, thick and curly, covering Mom's full, mounded vulva. Her swollen, moist labia looked like a beautiful sight.

Mom sat up against the table, letting me rest my head on her open thighs. I became restless, teasing, licking, and sucking Mom's lovely vulva with my tongue, probing inside.

My mother held my head with both hands, guiding and encouraging me to continue. Her moans and lewd words told me how much she enjoyed my enthusiastic and attentive service.

In just a short while, my mother began to writhe impatiently, screaming as she rubbed her thick pubic hair against my face, pressing her soft, wet vulva tightly against my mouth as I worked so hard, almost suffocating me. She pressed my head so tightly against the base of her thighs that I could barely breathe.

I loved the feeling, the scent, the taste, loved her pubic hair, her moist, slippery labia, her constantly rising and falling abdomen.

Suddenly, my mother squeezed her thighs together, clamping my ears, and I could hear the uncontrollable passion and restlessness within her body.

My face was covered in the mixture of our love.

Ah, heaven has been kind to me. For a young man who had never had any sexual experience, I had enjoyed the experience of making love to my mother from behind, and also the wonderful feeling of entering her body from the front. Now I could freely lick and suck my mother's beautiful vulva—nothing could be more satisfying.

In just over an hour, I transformed from a naive, disillusioned virgin into a man with rich sexual experience, fully enjoying the wonderful experience of sex between a man and a woman.

And the instigator of all this was a great mother.

My mother's breathing became rapid again. She straddled me once more, holding me tightly, letting her full breasts press against my chest. My penis was as hard as an iron rod, wanting only to penetrate my mother's body again. My

mother was panting, clearly not yet recovered. It seemed that after a long period of celibacy, she was suddenly subjected to such intense stimulation and seemed somewhat overwhelmed by my passion.

I thought that my mother must not have experienced such intense lovemaking with my father. I ejaculated so much semen, but it still seemed unsatisfying.

So my mother and I sat there, embracing each other, listening to each other's heartbeats, motionless.

The living room was quiet, with only my mother's panting heard.

After a long time, my mother's panting calmed down, and then I began a new round of actions.

I gently stroked my mother's back, from her shoulders down to her hips, and then to her thighs. Her body trembled slightly where I touched her. I loved this feeling, because sitting on my lap was my own mother, my blood relative, and she was so sexy and beautiful.

Oh God, how much I love my beautiful, sexy mother!

After a long while, my mother finally let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back on the table, a happy smile on her lovely face.

Seeing the mess on my face, she burst into laughter.

"Look at the mess you've made, child!" she said.

She continued cleaning me, rubbing my face with her wet, pink tongue, like a mother cat cleaning her kittens, making strange gurgling sounds in her throat, which really did sound like a cat's meow.

I thought, my mother is so cute, just like a kitten.

Soon, my mother kissed me with a very open French kiss, and I responded passionately.

My mother lifted herself up, looked down at my erection, and took it in her hand.

“Oh, baby, I—love—your big cock, it seems tireless! I’ll show you how much I love it!”

She lowered her head, nestled between my legs, kissing the still-slicked-with-semen glans, stroking my scrotum, all the while uttering obscene words.

“Oh, my little bird, my little cock, you’re such a beautiful thing, thank you for making Mommy feel so good, Mommy will soon have you serving Mommy again, you big, hard, and cute little rascal.”

Mommy gripped my penis like an ice pop, licking and sucking, making muffled, indistinct sounds, then used her mouth to stroke my cock up and down. She squeezed my scrotum with both hands, gently licking my glans with the tip of her tongue, and sucking my cock hard.

Since I had already come twice, I could still hold back for now, but the stimulation from Mommy’s skillful mouth strokes was getting stronger and stronger, and I knew I was about to climax.

Mom felt my abdomen contracting, knowing I was about to reach my limit, and quickly spat out my penis, saying, "Don't rush, just hold on, I'll make you cum. Let's go to your room, baby!"

She stood up, pulling my penis along; she loved walking around like that. I told her she could take me anywhere, any way she wanted.

"Hurry up, baby!" Mom said, "I want you to fuck me again! Mommy needs her big-dicked son to fuck her cunt!"

We hurried up the stairs to my room.

Mom leaped onto my bed, spreading her legs as wide as possible.

"Come on, darling! Climb up and fuck Mommy's cunt hard with your big cock!"

I stood there dumbfounded for a while, staring at my beautiful mother lying on my bed, legs spread, waiting for me.

Her face was filled with longing and happy anticipation, revealing deep dimples, her full lips slightly upturned with a sweet smile, and her dark brown eyes shimmering with the flames of love. Her high, full breasts were slightly sagging, but her rosy nipples stood proudly erect. Her slightly rounded belly and shapely, rounded thighs formed a large "V" shape, at the apex of which was a plump vulva covered in dark brown pubic hair.

"Oh my God, you're so beautiful, Mom!" I swallowed hard.

"Thank you, baby, but right now I just want you to fuck me with your big cock! That's all I'm thinking about! Hurry..."

I didn't say anything more, jumped onto the bed, and knelt between my mother's legs. My mother grabbed my penis and frantically shoved it into her cunt.

I immediately thrust forward, and my mother arched her body to meet me. I thrust in deeply, leaving only my scrotum outside.

"Ah!" she groaned loudly, "This is exactly what I need! Your big thing is fucking my cunt so beautifully!"

Soon, my mother and I began to fuck each other fiercely, heaving violently, frantically seeking extreme pleasure, making the bed creak and groan, making me worry that it would suddenly collapse.

No other contact was needed; the mere union of our genitals was enough to give me a tremendous shock.

We were like fulfilling an obligation, constantly giving to each other.

Holding my mother's hot body beneath me, I thrust wildly and violently, each stroke of my large penis slamming my mother heavily onto the mattress, the withdrawal of my penis causing her flesh to flip up as well.

My mother bent her knees, bracing her feet on the bed, using leverage to increase the force of my thrusts. Every time I penetrated my mother's well-lubricated love nest, she would powerfully arch her body, thus increasing the force of our piston-like motion.

She pulled my head down, and we kissed passionately as we fucked. We were both groaning, roaring, and panting incessantly, but the most exquisite sound was undoubtedly the "plop, plop" of our bodies moving in and out.

I felt my glans getting hotter and hotter, and my scrotum began to contract violently. I knew my orgasm was approaching; the pleasure of entering and exiting my mother's juicy vagina was truly irresistible.

I worried that I would ejaculate before my mother reached her climax.

But my worries were unnecessary, because my mother began to scream wildly, breathing rapidly, her hips swaying violently, her hands gripping my buttocks tightly, urging me to increase the speed and force of my thrusts.

I finally couldn't hold back any longer. After a few quick thrusts, I plunged my penis into my mother's vagina, ejaculating all of my hot semen deep into her uterus. My mother suddenly let out a muffled groan, her body jerking upwards to bear my weight, then froze, her body trembling violently as she reached an incredibly intense orgasm.

I felt a sudden heat inside my mother's vagina, a gush of hot liquid flowing out, scalding my glans. This stimulation sent my soul soaring, as if I were floating in the universe, my body completely out of my control, only my semen gushing out endlessly.

We felt as if we were in a little Eden, just the two of us, surrounded by rosy clouds. When we collapsed together, satisfied, my love for my mother began to overflow, filling my entire being.

Oh, nothing could be more intoxicating, I thought, I deeply felt my mother's love.

(V)

We were both exhausted, lying on the bed in a tight embrace, caressing, kissing, and talking to each other, until Mom mentioned her and Dad's sexual frustrations. But she immediately explained that this wasn't the main reason she approached me. For a long time, she had been conflicted, unsure if she was still attractive to me. Of course, now she was relieved; she could feel my strong desire for her.

She said it didn't matter if I tried to spy on her whenever I had the chance; what mattered was that it showed her she was still attractive to me. So, several times, she managed to get me to satisfy my attempts.

Of course, she tried to keep things from getting out of control, and that continued until breakfast.

Later, she decided to take things a step further and see what would happen.

She didn't intend to blatantly seduce me, but she wanted to create an opportunity for me to take it a step further.

This morning, she planned not to wear underwear or a bra, and if possible, she would create opportunities for me to see her buttocks and vulva so that I would know without difficulty that she was intentionally seducing me.

As I placed my hand on the inside of her thigh, she was filled with the triumphant pleasure of her scheme succeeding. She knew that from now on, we would have a new and infinitely exciting life together.

My mother casually played with my penis, while I caressed her vulva.

I discovered how utterly captivated I was by my mother's beautiful body; no matter how many times we did it, I would never be satisfied.

I told her that before, I could only make love to her in my dreams. She immediately asked if she was better in my dreams than she was now. I swore that my mother was perfect, that I had always considered her my best lover and my perfect sexual partner. I vowed that, as both a mother and a lover, I would always be faithful to her.

We poured out our hearts to each other.

This was not merely the love between a mother and son, nor merely the love between a man and a woman, but a union of both, far exceeding the taboos of blood ties.

I was certain that nothing could be greater than the naked sexual love between a sexy mother and a strong son.

Before I knew it, it was already the next morning. During that time, I had sex with my mother three more times, brought her to orgasm once by licking her vulva, ejaculated once in her beautiful, wet mouth, and shared countless passionate kisses and licked each other's entire bodies.

We achieved a perfect union of body and soul, and this was just the beginning of a beautiful future.

I felt we had become one, completely transcending the relationship between husband and wife.

I knew I could do anything to my mother's beautiful body.

I also knew my mother was completely liberated and willing to do anything for me.

A powerful surge of love coursed through my body. I tried to describe my feelings to my mother, and although she didn't speak, I knew from her loving eyes that she felt the same way.

This world is truly wondrous. My mother's previously disillusioned life had suddenly become fulfilling. I had inadvertently entered the forbidden zone of her life, and then we were able to walk hand in hand into a new world full of happy dreams.

We should both thank God.

No one could be more fulfilled and happier than we are now.

Finally, the fatigue from the continuous struggle was swept away by the burning fire of love; it would be a disservice to our bodies not to make love.

This time, Mom was on top, my penis deeply inserted into her vagina. We both slowed our movements, gently shifting our bodies, caressing each other romantically like the French, as if to remember this thrilling, wonderful feeling.

We both appreciated this exhilarating union, a mixture of lust, incest, and love.

I quickened my thrusts, and Mom frantically rotated her hips, quickly bringing us both to sexual climax.

Later, Mom said she found it hard to believe I had never had sex with other girls before, because she had never experienced such intoxicating, utterly overwhelming sex in her life.

I think it might be because we are so similar, or perhaps we are both naturally gifted.

Of course, undeniably, the subconscious pleasure of incest also played a significant role.

Afterwards, we had to clean up the evidence of our love in the restaurant, which was a complete mess. Saliva, semen, and sweat were scattered on the floor and chairs, clothes were strewn about, and the air reeked.

Mom put on a skirt, but didn't wear a shirt or underwear, just in case I needed her anytime.

When Dad came home, we had everything sorted out, and we were all back to normal, as if nothing had happened. But when I heard Dad announce that he was going to Houston for a week-long business trip the following Monday, I couldn't hide my excitement.

You can imagine what that week meant for Mom and me.

It was a crazy week; you wouldn't believe how many times we did it.

In fact, sometimes even I didn't believe it.

All of this happened 11 years ago. Now I'm 28, and Mom is 51.

Due to her age, Mom had to dye her hair, but otherwise, almost nothing had changed.

Mom was tired of her marriage with Dad and told him her feelings. Unexpectedly, Dad confessed to her that he was having an affair with his secretary, and they had even traveled together twice.

Dad filed for divorce; he clearly thought Mom had seen through the affair.

Dad's company, fearing a bigger scandal, wanted to settle the matter privately.

Mom threatened to sue Dad, and he compromised, giving Mom a large sum of money, leaving her the house, and agreeing to pay her a monthly allowance. Then they divorced.

I couldn't fathom why Dad would be so foolish as to choose another woman over Mom. Who could be better than Mom? Dad was a complete idiot!

Later events proved me right.

I met the woman who had caused Dad's unhappiness; they were already married.

Honestly, I was shocked when I saw her. She was pretty, but petite, with a narrow bottom and flat chest—far inferior to Mom.

I wondered if Dad was a pervert, managing to seduce a woman like that.

She was 14 years younger than Mom, perhaps her biggest advantage.

In any case, this marriage wouldn't last long.

Soon, after squeezing every last penny out of Dad, this woman abandoned the elderly man.

Guess what happened next? Dad came back to Mom, wanting to beg for her forgiveness, but Mom refused.

Of course, she wouldn't tell him that she already had another man and no longer needed him.

At that time, I was admitted to a university very close to home so I could have sex with my mother more often, for which I turned down all extracurricular activities.

After graduation, I found a good job in my hometown and was assigned an apartment.

I lived with my mother, sometimes in our old home, sometimes in my apartment.

We still loved each other as much as before, and had sex frequently.

My mother fully utilized her creativity, constantly coming up with all sorts of new ideas to keep our sex life fresh.

Occasionally, we would take a vacation and travel as a couple.

Those were sweet days.

We spent all day in our hotel room, naked, making love wildly from morning till night, completely forgetting the world outside.

I think everyone understands my love for my mother by now.

She still had a huge attraction for me, and every time we made love, it felt like I was in heaven.

We rarely stood up when we were facing each other.

At home, she always wore a short skirt, no underwear, and no bra, allowing me to touch her at any time and satisfy her with my tongue and penis.

Whenever I'm with her, she can't resist my physical allure; she's always the first to succumb and beg for my pleasure.

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Postscript:

While writing this story, I often had to stop to deal with my mother's nagging. Only after thoroughly fucking her and pinning her to the ground could I continue writing.

I wouldn't let her see any of this before I finished it (except for this postscript). Later, when the story was completed, my mother became the first reader, but she only read half of it before jumping up and grabbing me. How could I not understand?

After a frenzied encounter, my mother straddled my lap, leaving my penis still inside her.

She suddenly told me she hoped I would add something to the story—that she was the happiest and most sexually skilled mother in the world.

The next morning, I woke up to find my mother sitting gracefully by the bed, gently telling me that she wanted to relive that jam battle from years ago.

What was I waiting for?

I sat at the dining table. My mother, wearing a short skirt and a t-shirt, wasn't wearing a bra. She was holding a frying pan filled with my favorite pancakes. She walked to my right and placed the pancakes on my plate. My hand naturally reached towards the inside of her thigh…

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