A different kind of incest

My name is He Yu, and I'm 17 years old. I started playing some special games with my mom in high school. Back then, I was naive and ignorant, but now I enjoy these games.
My mom, Hua Li, should be forty-one years old this year, but she's always maintained a youthful appearance, and her figure has never changed. Sure enough, when I unhooked my mom's bra
, a pair of extremely full breasts sprang out.
I immediately helped my mom take off her pants and underwear. Her dense pubic hair, delicate and snow-white skin, bright red nipples, and long, beautiful legs
exuded the charm of a mature woman.
My mom stepped into the bathtub, letting the water wet her body first, and then gently hugged me. In that instant, I felt incredibly peaceful.
My mom's hand slid to the bruise on my chest, gently stroking it.
I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my chest, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. I felt so comfortable, so happy.
"Mom," I called out meaninglessly. One hand hugged my mom, and the other hand involuntarily reached between my mom's legs.
In that moment, we seemed to find solace in each other, to release the pain that had accumulated over the years. We forgot
our identities, the distance between us, and our kinship.
My mother's hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts, gently pinching my hardened nipples, my waist, my thighs, my
lower abdomen , my…
The cool water made my mother's body slippery, her soft labia covered in sticky fluid. I drew small circles around her clitoris with my middle finger, and with a little
force, slid it into my mother's vagina.
In an instant, my mother groaned "Ah." Her five fingers, which were holding my breast, tightened. My feelings were soaring to the heavens. I trembled
and groaned, and I raised my left leg and hooked it around my mother, so that my genitals could rub against the outside of her thigh. At the same time, I increased the number of fingers
moving in and to two. I found that my fingers were covered with sticky love fluid.
My mother raised my raised thigh with her right hand, and we lost our balance and fell down together. Thus, my fingers
slid out of my mother's vagina, and she parted my legs, bringing her tongue to my genitals.
My mother, as expected of someone so experienced, first licked the inside of my thighs, circling the outside of my labia majora. Only when I couldn't bear it any longer, my breathing
becoming heavier, did she begin her assault on my clitoris.
I felt my lower body already leaking fluids, mingling with my mother's saliva, moistening my sensitive area. My mother's tongue moved faster and faster,
occasionally probing inside me. I couldn't resist; my hips unconsciously swayed up and down with the movements of her tongue. I caressed my
breasts, my wet pubic hair, and tried to spread my legs wider to achieve a more intense orgasm. I moaned and
gasped, "Ah! Ah!" No, I couldn't take it anymore. A tremor ran through me, and I finally reached my climax. I pulled my mother closer, pressed my lips to hers, and kissed her
deeply . My mother's lips were covered in my vaginal fluids. A strange smell mingled with a sour taste, and I couldn't help but insert my fingers
into .
Her vagina was already engulfing my three fingers like fire, and I kept thrusting in and out, sucking on her dark red nipples. I
sucked hard, and a little milky fluid overflowed from her nipples. My mother bit her lip, closed her eyes, and her flushed cheeks were enjoying
supreme pleasure.
Her love juices flowed continuously, making her lower body increasingly soft, her entire vulva turning a deep red. I casually picked up a bar of soap and slowly
rubbed it around my mother's clitoris. Unexpectedly, following my mother's vaginal fluids, the soap "plop" slid into her vagina, leaving only a third
of outside.
At the same time, my mother let out a loud "Ah!" I took out the soap, turned around, and spread my legs so that my vulva
met . Whether it was the soap or our love juices, the slippery feeling made our friction smoother and more intense.
I deeply felt the softness and heat of my mother's labia. Our clitoris were both erect, and we could even feel each other's. Our moans,
the sound of the water splashing, and the friction of our vaginal fluids made our pleasure unbearable; we reached another climax.
My mother and I washed each other for a while. I felt a little ashamed; after all, she was my mother, how could I… My mother seemed a little embarrassed too. Had
we gone too far? Or perhaps we hadn't ignored our family bond, but were instead trying to bridge the generation gap of the past few years in another way
!
We dried ourselves off, put on our pajamas, and I led my mother into my room: "Mom, can you sleep with me tonight?"
My mother smiled and nodded.
I had never imagined that one day I would enjoy sexual pleasure with my mother, and now I not only masturbated with her, but we even
enjoyed it immensely . Although my mother and I were both a little embarrassed, that intense and excruciating climax had prompted me to lead my mother to my room.
Mom seemed reluctant to give up, silently putting on her pajamas and entering the room with me.
I don't know if what happened in the bathroom just now was considered sex; I experienced an unprecedented orgasm, but my hymen probably hadn't broken yet.
I casually closed the door, turning back to see Mom taking off her pajamas, preparing to get into my bed. Mom was only wearing a half-cup bra,
two fabric that couldn't cover her large breasts at all, the deep cleavage like a burning fire.
Mom's panties were also pink, seemingly semi-transparent; a closer look revealed their alluring, barely concealed parts.
As women, we have one advantage over men: we can experience continuous sexual arousal. So when I saw Mom's alluring
body, an unnamed desire arose unconsciously.
I also took off my pajamas, even my bra, leaving only my panties, and crawled into bed.
"Mom, I... I want more," I shamelessly told Mom how I felt. I knew today might be the only
day in years I could feel maternal love.
My mother took my hand and led me to caress her entire body, from her face to her soft lips. She slightly opened her mouth and licked my fingertips with her tongue.
Then she took my hand to her slender neck, her smooth shoulders, and then her breasts and nipples.
I then used one hand to caress my mother's breasts, rubbing and playing with them. I buried my head between her breasts, carefully biting and licking them.
My mother's waist began to move, swaying up and down. She parted her legs and straddled my lower abdomen. I felt my mother's panties were soaked,
rubbing against my lower abdomen, the wetness revealing her red lips, almost spilling out.
Trembling, I pulled down my mother's panties, the scent of soap from her recent shower wafting towards me. I moved my body, bringing my mouth to my mother's vulva, using
my tongue to comb through the pubic hair near her labia majora.
My mother swayed her hips more vigorously, rubbing her full breasts, pinching her hard, red nipples, softly making meaningless
"mmm, mmm" sounds
. Soon, my mouth was full of my mother's vaginal fluid, slippery and wet. I straightened up, moving my erect right breast towards my mother's vaginal opening,
continuing to rub my hard nipple against her sensitive area. Her soft breast met her hot labia, merging into one.
My left hand wasn't idle either, constantly inserting into my wet vagina, stroking my erect clitoris. We felt each other's passion, waiting for the ecstasy of
orgasm .

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