Mother's bedtime heart-to-heart talk

That evening, back home, I followed my usual routine: doing my homework, eating dinner, watching TV, and taking a shower. I thought my mom would half-cover herself with a towel and bathe with me, but she didn't appear even as I was getting dizzy from the hot water. So, I left the bathroom dejectedly, assuming she had probably forgotten.

After the hot bath, exhausted, I fell into a deep sleep, unaware that the locked door had somehow been opened.

I woke up cold in the middle of the night, intending to pull the blanket over myself and go back to sleep, only to find my clothes completely removed.

My mother was also awakened by my presence. Only then did I realize that she was also naked under the covers. Just as I was about to scream at this embarrassing situation, my mother gently placed her index finger on my lips and began to recount her journey of sleeping naked.

It turned out that since my father passed away, the pressure from work and family had been relentless, even in her dreams she couldn't sleep peacefully. She felt as if the neckline of her pajamas was tightly bound by hemp rope, so she had to unbutton her pajamas to expose her chest and abdomen to the moonlight outside the window. This made her feel somewhat relieved. However, as the pressure increased, she gradually removed her pajamas, until finally, after showering, she used her room as her own little world of nakedness, using her fingers as a medium... She felt her late husband caress her as always, but the unexpected events of entering high school caused her to clench her pants, blurring the image of her late husband during those caresses. Instead, her son would break down the door to ease the discomfort of her tight pants, forcefully pinning his naked mother to the bed and raping her. She herself would also experience repeated orgasms between waking and waking under the invasion of his penis, which was no less large than her late husband's. Their bodily fluids would overflow onto the bed.

After she finished speaking, I gave her a comforting hug, even forgetting that we were both naked. But this gesture of affection was quickly overturned by the contact of our genitals. Our lips met, and our hands caressed each other's bodies. For this mother and son who supported each other, the affection of mutual support had long since transformed into passion, and this hug became the fuse that ignited their lust.

At this moment, my mother pushed me away. I initially thought she was trying to rein in her already impulsive actions, but instead, she turned around and, with her varied oral skills, attacked my penis, saying, "The length is about the same as your father's, but the taste is a bit lacking. Your father was quite the meaty sausage back in the day!"

My mother's words, however, made me jealous of my deceased father, so I relentlessly attacked her vagina. Seeing that her provocation had worked, my mother, not to be outdone, also used her mouth and tongue, licking every part of my penis from the glans to the testicles. The two of them savored each other's genitals like gourmet food. Finally, the two of them... At the same time, with a thrust, saliva gushed out, covering both of their faces with each other's bodily fluids. Not yet satisfied, we began licking the saliva off each other's faces. Just as we were getting into it, Mom quickly slid her penis into her vagina with a slap. Faced with such a lustful mother, I was not to be outdone and began a new round of thrusting, moving my hips. At this moment, the two of us were no longer mother and son, but a pair of long-separated lovers. We instinctively caressed each other's erogenous zones, our movements perfectly synchronized. In the marital bedroom where our parents had once slept together, we craved each other's bodies like wild beasts.

Mom gradually shifted from being the one in control to being at a disadvantage, only able to respond weakly to her son's rhythm with her hips as he thrust, until finally, at the last moment, she sent her semen back to her homeland.

From then on, it became a family routine for my son and me to strip naked whenever we returned home. Whenever we were in the mood, we would make love all over the house. I think if we had a child, we would probably give him/her an unforgettable "health education" lesson.

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