widowed mother

My mother became a widow when I was very young and never remarried, raising me alone.

I slept in the same bed with her every night since I was a child. Even as a child, she was my ideal
woman, not only with delicate and beautiful features but also with a full, voluptuous figure. Every night, she
would lie on her side next to me with her back to me. Under the dim light of the nightlight, her full breasts, shapely waist,
plump buttocks, and long, fair legs created an indescribably beautiful image.

My mother worked as a saleswoman in a department store, selling high-end cosmetics. The store required employees to stand while serving customers and
were not allowed to sit down even when there were no customers. My mother, being of advanced age, suddenly suffered a back ailment at work one day and was rushed to
the hospital. By the time I arrived, the doctor had already diagnosed her with acute myelitis caused by long-term overwork
. She was unable to move her lower limbs on her own, but thankfully, she still had sensation. The doctor said the only
treatment for her condition was rest at home, which could take anywhere from a year and a half to three to five years. With proper care, she could completely
recover, but after recovery, she couldn't stand for long periods like before.

With the help of my mother's colleagues, I took her home. They sat for a while,
exchanged left. Only my mother and I remained in the house. Finally, unable to contain her grief, she embraced me
and wept bitterly.

"My son, I'm paralyzed. What will I do for the rest of my life? Waaah..."

As she cried, her large breasts, pressed against my chest, trembled. I hadn't
expected them, though they looked a little saggy, to be so elastic. "Mom, it's okay, I'm here,
don't be afraid of anything!" I gently patted my mother's back, continuing to comfort her. "Besides, the doctor said that you'll recover
after a period of rest, it's okay, okay, don't cry!"

My mother gradually calmed down under my comforting words. She still held me tightly with both hands, as if afraid of losing me
. "Son, I'm counting on you for the rest of my life... Waaah..."

Through my mother's thin clothes, I could clearly feel how soft her body was, and
her fragrance carried a captivating allure. My hand involuntarily slid down, covering my mother's
round , large buttocks. "Good boy, don't cry anymore, or I'll spank you!" I said, raising my hand
to gently pat my mother's big, fat buttocks. I vaguely remembered that my mother punished me like this when I was little.

"Bad son, even you bully your mother." Despite saying that, my mother was finally coaxed into smiling through her tears.

Seeing that my mother wasn't angry, I boldly continued to place my hand on her buttocks, feeling their
softness and warmth, and then slowly moved my hand towards the deep crevice of her buttocks.

"Son... what are you doing... let go of Mommy." My mother murmured softly, her full
upper body gently twisting and struggling in my arms.

Although my mother's lower body couldn't move on its own, it hadn't lost feeling. She had been a widow for many years, and this ripe
body had been starved for desire for years. Her body clearly told her
how much she longed for the immoral things her own son was doing to her. Even though she foresaw what was about to happen, she
didn't want to leave her son's embrace, and her body gradually softened in his arms.

"Mom."

"Hmm... let go... let go!" Although my mother said this, her body didn't move at all
. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and a strange flame burned in her heart.

My hand continued to probe and tease my mature mother's buttocks through her thin clothes. "Good Mom, let me hug
you a little longer!" Finally, my fingers touched my mother's anus, and her delicate body trembled violently.

"You already have a girlfriend, why are you still hugging me?"

My mother's words seemed to carry a strong hint of jealousy, which emboldened me. "Mom, you mean
Xiaohong , right? We're nothing, she's the one who keeps bothering me, but my heart only belongs to you, Mom. Besides
, how can she compare to you? You're much sexier than her! Mom, I love you!" As I spoke, I raised my hand again, wrapped it around my mother's
thick waist, and gave her a solemn hug.

Hearing my obviously provocative hint, my mother was not angry at all, but rather felt a little excited.
"It seems my son really likes me. His penis against my thigh is so hard and hot, it's hurting me!"
Thinking of this, my mother's vagina shamefully began to flow with a trickle of honey-like fluid.

Mom felt her upper body go limp and out of her control. "Son, Mom can't sit still anymore
, help me."

I adjusted my position, hugging Mom from behind and letting her lean against me. "Is this more
comfortable ?"

"Mmm... Ah... No!" As Mom said no, I slipped my hand under her skirt and gently placed it on her vulva
through her panties. "Bad son, don't touch me... Mom can't take it anymore!"

Seeing that Mom wasn't angry, I boldly pulled down her panties, my fingers directly caressing
her already overflowing, plump vulva. At the same time, my other hand wasn't idle either, cupping one of Mom
's large breasts and kneading it wantonly. Mom involuntarily let out a series of intoxicating moans.

After playing around for a while, I rolled over and helped Mom lie down, lifted her skirt, ripped off her panties, and
spread her snow-white thighs, exposing her already glistening, horny vulva to my eyes. I got up and quickly
stripped naked, then turned around and knelt between my mother's legs, my already erect penis in hand.

"Son, we can't go on...we're mother and son!" My mother made her last stand.
I hesitated. Yes, we were mother and son. If I took advantage of her and raped her, how could I face her
afterwards ? But my mother's next words shattered the last
vestiges of my sanity.

"At least close the curtains!"

I got up, closed the curtains, and locked the door to the outer room. When I returned to the bedroom, Mom had already taken off her
clothes. She reached down to her crotch, using her middle and ring fingers to separate her thick labia majora, while using her other
hand to prop herself up on the bed. Her sexy body—full hips, large breasts, fair skin, and a wet vulva—was now completely naked
before me. She urged me, "My little rascal, come here quickly. This is where you were born…
Okay… hurry back into Mom's body!"

I pounced on Mom, kneeling between her legs again. "Oh my god, this is Mom's vagina…"
"The vagina that gave birth to you!"

"Yes... I gave birth to you from here..."

"Can I lick it?" Although it was a question, I bent down as soon as I finished speaking, and gently
licked the beautiful pink slit with my tongue.

"No... Ugh... Dirty..."

My mother gently pushed my head away, not letting me continue. I got up and masturbated a couple of times, then
aimed my large, shiny black glans at my mother's cunt. "Come on, Mom can't take it anymore... Hold your cock,
aim at this little hole in the middle, and put your cock in... Oh... Ah... Slower..."

Under my mother's guidance, I returned to the place where I was born for the first time. This was the first time my mother and I had incest,
and also the first time I had sex with a woman.

"Ah... Mom... so good... Mom... good Mom!"

"Son, slow down... Mom hasn't done this in so long... you have to be gentle with her!"

"Mom, your pussy is so warm, tightly wrapping my cock, it feels so good!"

Although Mom's lower body couldn't move on its own, she still had sensation, and the pleasure from sex was unaffected.
"Mom feels so good too... good son, you're so good at fucking!"

While I was frantically thrusting into Mom's old pussy, I was also sucking on one of Mom's purple grape-like nipples,
greedily murmuring, "Mom... um... Mom..."

"Hmm... still sucking on Mom's breasts... you're such a child..."

After fucking for a while, Mom's pussy felt so good, warm, soft, and wet, like a baby's little mouth sucking
on my cock. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, but I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly on the first time, so I was about
to pull out and rest for a bit. Suddenly, Mom cried out, "Ah... Mom can't take it anymore... I'm coming, I'm coming..."

Having been widowed for many years, her body was incredibly sensitive. She orgasmed the first time I fucked her, and her
orgasm quickly aroused me as well, prompting me to increase the frequency of my thrusts. "Mom, I'm already..."

Mom felt my increased thrusting frequency and knew I was about to ejaculate. "It's okay, just
ejaculate inside Mom!"

"Mom... Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?"

"It's alright, Mom's getting old, it's not that easy for me to get pregnant."

"Ah... I'm coming!" With a series of rapid thrusts, I finally ejaculated deep inside Mom's vagina,
pouring my thick semen into my biological mother's long-parched uterus.

"It's so hot...so comfortable...oh my god...Mom came again..."

I rested on my mother's body for a moment, regaining some strength. I got up and
kissed her full, slightly thick lips deeply. This was my first kiss. I had always thought kissing meant two people touching lips, but
my mother took the initiative, extending her nimble little tongue into my mouth, gently teasing my tongue tip, teaching me what
it meant to cherish each other.

Our lips parted, and my mother and I looked into each other's eyes. My eyes were filled with deep love, while my mother's gaze
held love, affection, and a hint of guilt.

After a long while, my mother spoke, "Son, will you look down on your mother?"

I shook my head in confusion, "Mom, what are you talking about!"

"Mom is a shameless woman, committing incest with her own son...sob...Mom is a bad
woman ..." As she spoke, my mother started crying again. "I'm so sorry for your deceased father... and even more sorry for you
... Waaah!"

I hugged my mother and comforted her, "Mom, don't cry, your crying breaks my heart. It's all my fault today,
but I truly love you, and my love for you was overwhelming. We haven't done anything immoral, and
we haven't wronged anyone!"

My mother continued to sob, her cries so pitiful and heartbreaking. I lay down beside her, holding her close, gently stroking
her smooth back.

My mother cried for a while, then gradually stopped. "I don't blame you for what happened earlier, but I'm a widow, and
widows must remain chaste. If I indulge myself like this today, I'm afraid I won't even be able to enter the ancestral grave in the future." I
was about to argue when my mother continued, "Although I won't take the initiative to be intimate with you, if you really want
me, you don't have to torture yourself... Anyway, if you want to defile my body, I
can't resist, can I?"

I finally understood that my mother was still bound by traditional values and couldn't face our new
relationship , but she was also enjoying it, so she simply retreated to advance, finding a reason to convince herself. Understanding this, I
finally felt relieved. My hands, which were around my mother, moved down her smooth back,
pausing briefly on her plump buttocks before continuing, circling around to the front and gently caressing her plump vulva. At this moment,
white fluid was flowing out of her vulva, a mixture of my semen and her love juice.

"Good Mom, since that's the case, then your son will continue to ravage your body!"

Mom reached down to my crotch and touched me, exclaiming with a mixture of love and hate, "My God, you're hard again so quickly?!"

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's just that your body is too alluring."

"Come on... use your big cock to ravage Mom!"

I lay on top of Mom again, skillfully inserting my cock back into Mom's fat cunt. I had just
ejaculated inside her vagina, so it was very lubricated, and it went in easily.

"Mmm... you little devil... be gentle..."

"Good Mom, your old fat cunt is so slippery, so comfortable... it feels so good!"

"Oh... your son's big cock is so amazing... Mom is in heaven again..."

My hands tightly hugged Mom's fat white buttocks, and my big cock pounded into
her cunt, her uterus, and her flower with unprecedented speed and power!

"Mom, I'm going to fuck you to death!" I breathed heavily, my words incoherent.

"Baby, fuck Mommy hard, Mommy doesn't want to live anymore." Mommy's words were also slurred.

Nearly twenty years of widowhood was undoubtedly cruel for a beautiful and mature woman. Her
body, sealed for so many years, was once again opened to her own son. The pleasure of lust, the tenderness of motherhood, and the thrill of incest
mixed into an untamed, primal savagery, causing the lust hidden deep within her to erupt like a volcano, uncontrollable.

Mommy's eyes glistened with tears, her upper teeth biting her thin lower lip. She moaned and cried out
incoherently. Her whole body trembled, her two smooth, white arms tightly gripping
her son's buttocks, pressing down hard, wishing she could squeeze my testicles into her little cunt!

I held her round, big buttocks and shook them wildly! I thrust, swayed, and plunged, sowing the seeds of our illicit affair deep within her
womb !

The bedroom was filled with the warmth of spring all night.

The next morning, the shopping mall where my mother worked called, asking me to go to the finance department to collect her workers' compensation insurance
. It took me a long time to count that long string of numbers; this huge sum was enough for my mother and me to live a luxurious life together
. After leaving my mother's workplace, I went to school to apply for a leave of absence, citing the reason that I needed to stay home to care for
my mother, who was ill and unable to care for herself. But the more important reason was that I didn't want to lose a single second with her.

Every cloud has a silver lining; who could have imagined that my mother's injury would turn a new page in our mother-son relationship?

Postscript:

Time flies. Six months later, one morning,

the sun shone brightly outside, but the curtains in my mother's and my bedroom were tightly drawn. Inside, Mom lay naked
in the center of the double bed, one hand desperately covering the two purplish
-red , the other gently stroking her forehead, as if she dared not look at her own son kneeling between her legs, thrusting like a piston.

Even though they had made love countless times, she still blushed with
shame each time he demanded it. After a series of rapid thrusts, with a deep, powerful groan from her son, hot fluid
filled her lower body. She knew that her own son had ejaculated inside her once again.

I got up and kissed Mom's forehead. Mom gave me a reproachful look. I knew it was because we had
agreed to take her to the hospital for a check-up, but I couldn't help myself and had sex with her again before leaving.

I cleaned Mom's lower body, dressed her, helped her into her wheelchair, and then pushed her out the door.

Mom's back injury had recovered well over the past six months; she could now sit on the bed and slightly raise and bend her legs. However,
it wasn't for a follow-up checkup on her back injury, but because my mother hadn't had her period in a long time. The day before, she asked me to buy
a pregnancy test, and two bright red lines appeared before us—she was indeed
pregnant with my child.

"We can't keep it!" my mother and I said in unison. Although it was easy to say, deep down
we were both struggling, but after much deliberation, we finally reached this consensus.

The doctor's expression was clearly strange that a young son was bringing his paralyzed biological mother for an abortion.
Fortunately, the doctor didn't seem particularly curious and didn't ask questions like, "Where's the father?"

After the ultrasound, the doctor told me, "Your mother is more than three months pregnant, so an abortion is not possible;
we can only induce labor."

"Then let's do an induced labor." Actually, I didn't understand the difference between an abortion and an induced labor, but I knew
they both served the same purpose.

The doctor shook his head. "As an older pregnant woman, inducing labor when the cervix is immature is very dangerous and can easily cause
severe bleeding . I suggest you wait until you're eight or nine months pregnant before trying to induce labor."

Since my mother's life was at stake, I naturally accepted the doctor's advice. Pushing the wheelchair back home

, my mother told me she was very happy. She had been able to love her beloved son and
conceive for him, even knowing it wouldn't work out, but the process itself was the happiest thing in her life.

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