Drunk mother

When I was fifteen, my father and mother divorced, leaving just my mother and me to depend on each other. I don't know
when it started, but I developed an interest in women, especially beautiful ones.

Maybe it was because I was growing up, but my mother was quite voluptuous. Entering middle age, she was thirty-four
, with fair skin and two large breasts. My mother was still quite pretty. She was with me every day, and because I was
her son, she didn't know I was grown up and had some understanding of sex. She was still the same as when I was a child,
without any inhibitions in front of me.

In the summer, she always wore very little, just a thin nightgown, open, revealing a small
pink . Sometimes when we ate together at night, I would inadvertently glimpse her genitals, which really aroused me;
I could clearly see two full mounds of flesh.

My mother didn't have many hobbies, except for drinking. One night, she came home wearing a skirt,
looking somewhat sad, and had drunk a lot. She couldn't even speak clearly before going to her room.

I heard her stumble several times on the way, but she finally returned to her room and closed the door.

I peeked through the keyhole into the bedroom and saw my mother sprawled
on the bed, still dressed and with the light on.

It seemed she wasn't unwilling to change; I figured she was truly drunk. A long
time as I watched her slumbering body through the keyhole. Hearing her loud snoring, I knew this was
a golden opportunity.

Knowing she was completely intoxicated, I immediately became aroused.

I stripped naked, entered my mother's bedroom, and walked to her bedside, reassuring myself that she wouldn't
catch a cold .

Lifting her skirt, I moved my hand under her plump, white buttocks, removing her pink panties, leaving one side on
her leg for easy repositioning.

The close-up view of her vulva made my penis almost throb; the glans even
turned purple with urgency.

I was instantly overwhelmed with excitement. My mother's plump, white flesh, the vulva between her two white legs, made
the semen in my scrotum painfully yearn for release.

I spread my mother's legs and positioned myself between them, using one finger to caress her vulva
, exploring its juicy interior.

Amidst her snoring, my mother began to moan softly, her body shifting gently.

My penis dripped with pre-ejaculate, and when I placed it at the entrance of her vagina,
a long, thin, pale line stretched from the glans.

With almost no effort, a gentle push, and my entire penis slid into her.

Incredibly, my mother's vagina gripped my penis tightly, as if by magic, beautifully
entangling it .

This was a completely involuntary reaction; I was certain my mother was still asleep, not yet
fully .

Even so, my mother's moans continued, responding to my
thrusts .

I began to thrust earnestly, faster and deeper, abandoning all caution, striving
to penetrate her vagina, controlling the rhythm of my penis, pushing as deep as I could.

Soon, I felt the first pull on my waist, the signal that I was about to ejaculate.

If I had any reservations about ejaculating inside my mother, now was the time to stop, but I
only paused for a moment, just a moment.

The thought of ejaculating a large amount of semen inside my mother was so exciting, so interesting, that I
couldn't stop.

I loved the thought.

I loved the idea.

I wanted to do it.

I wanted to shoot my hot semen inside my mother's pussy.

I loved the thought, and, if my mother knew, she might like it too.

Losing all self-control, I erupted deep inside my mother's honey pot.

My penis, deeply wet inside her honey pot, kept shooting forward, shooting and shooting. The semen
splashed into the cervix, frantically competing to rush into my mother's uterus, searching for the egg.

Spasm after spasm, wave after wave of semen was sent from my young testicles, until she
could no longer hold all my seeds. The warm, viscous fluid flowed down my penis,
over her buttocks, and onto the bed, soaking the sheets.

The intensity of the orgasm still resonated with me; before I cooled down, I lay on top of my mother, and time
seemed to stretch on forever.

When I awoke from this dreamlike state, my penis had softened, but it was still inside my mother's vagina.

Twenty minutes later, the penis inside her vagina had undoubtedly thickened again, clinging tightly to her. I
regretfully pulled it out, but my mother's vagina seemed to pull back forcefully, as if unwilling to let go.

I pulled my underwear back up, put it back on, and covered my mother with the blanket.

Her snoring continued; I thought my mother would never know what had happened that night.
By morning, most of my semen would have entered her uterus, and the semen remaining inside her vagina would be
absorbed by her body.

Some of the dried semen left on the bed and in her vagina would be considered her own secretions. We'll see
the results tomorrow.

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