Mom's stockings 2019

0. Foreword

There's a saying, "Rome wasn't built in a day," meaning many things accumulate gradually. Looking back,

I wonder if some decisions in my life might have prevented certain events.

What's certain is that many things that happened later might seem strange,

terrible, or unbelievable to most people. But I have no regrets about these unspeakable things; in fact

, I enjoy them immensely.

I was born into a family of four. My parents were ordinary office workers, and I have an older

sister who . What's unusual is that my father is of average appearance, not tall or handsome, while my mother is a

stunning beauty, 172cm tall (taller than my father), with curves in all the right places. As a child, I always found it strange

that my mother married my father, who was considered unattractive. But as I grew up, I learned that my father was a very hardworking person. To provide a better life for

the family often traveled for work or worked very late, almost ruining his health.

Because of this, my mother often told my sister and me to be obedient and to be filial to our father when we grew up. I heard these words countless times since childhood

and kept them in my heart, but the way I showed filial piety to my father as I grew up wasn't quite right.

As for me, as the saying goes, like father, like son. Unfortunately, I inherited most of my physical characteristics from my father—

not tall, not handsome. While not ugly, I look like a younger version of him. My

older

sister, on the other hand, inherited my mother's excellent genes. From a young age, she was taller and more delicate than her peers, considered the best future daughter-in-law by the neighbors. They often joked when visiting, insisting that my sister should marry their son. At first glance

, it seems unfair that children born to the same parents have such different genes—one a beauty, the other an

average-looking one? However, much later, I learned that while appearances may be what they are, everyone

has their strengths and weaknesses. My upbringing was filled with various mishaps and bad examples. I don't know where I went wrong, or perhaps I never really went the right way. My earliest memory of this is probably from kindergarten. Our kindergarten class had a nominal main teacher who was primarily responsible for our class. Our homeroom teacher had just graduated from university and was quite inexperienced when she came to teach us. We snotty-nosed little kids caused her a lot of trouble. Although I wasn't particularly cute back then, I was very obedient and always followed her around . So she took good care of me and let me be her little shadow. Sometimes, I would even follow her when she said she needed to go to the toilet! Although she was a little embarrassed, she let me come along, only saying that I had to look outside because boys couldn't watch girls pee. So I would follow behind her with my back to her and wait for her to finish . I was always sticking to her, and being short, I liked to hug her legs. Sometimes she would wear a skirt, but of course, you couldn't dress too glamorously in kindergarten, just a long, knee-length skirt with nude stockings. So when I hugged her legs, I was hugging her stockinged legs. I thought the stockings she wore were shiny and beautiful, and they felt nice to touch. When she was telling stories, I would touch her stockinged calves. Perhaps it was because I was young, but the teacher didn't stop me, treating me just like a clingy little brat. Looking back now, I think it was around that time that I started to think stockings were wonderful and embarked on the path of a stocking fetish, not only loving to look at them but also loving to touch them. Of all the teachers, I only liked to cling to my homeroom teacher, not only because she was younger and prettier, but also because she often wore stockings, which felt very comfortable to touch for a child still exploring . But touching them was one thing; I was too young to have any lustful thoughts, but you could say that the teacher wearing stockings planted a crooked seed in my young heart. Chapter Two: First Impressions of the Differences Between Naked Men and Women. One difference is that girls develop earlier than boys; many girls are almost fully developed by fifth or sixth grade, while boys don't complete development until high school or later. When I was in fifth grade, my older sister was already in seventh grade. She was already quite tall, standing over 160cm, and her figure was quite developed; her breasts and hips were barely concealed by her middle school uniform. In contrast, I was still struggling to reach just over 140cm, looking incredibly thin and frail. The first naked girl I ever saw, as far as I can remember, was my sister. It was a family trip of the four of us. We stayed in a room with two large beds; my parents slept in one bed, and my sister and I shared the other. Let me clarify, I didn't particularly want to see my sister's body at that time, as I didn't really understand much about such things. The situation arose because my parents needed to go outside the hotel to buy some necessities, and it was getting late, almost dinnertime. Before going downstairs, they told my sister and me to quickly shower, as we were going out for dinner soon. Because we were in a hurry, after my parents went downstairs, my sister pulled me into the bathroom to shower, and I stupidly took off my clothes and went in . My sister went into the bathroom and quickly took off her clothes. For me, a fifth-grader at the time, it was a completely astonishing visual shock. My sister, already in puberty, had breasts that had swelled into two firm, teardrop- shaped mounds (I later learned they were a D cup), swaying . Her skin, due to the surge of female hormones, was delicate and smooth. There was a few sparse hairs between her legs, and the water looked especially beautiful as it flowed over her full breasts and slender waist. At that time, I probably couldn't find any decent words to describe it; I just thought my sister's curvaceous body was incredibly beautiful, like an angel to someone who had never seen . My sister raised the showerhead and sprayed water over my head, and being a head shorter, I was directly facing her breasts. Seeing something so beautiful for the first time, I was completely mesmerized, staring at them. My sister...

My sister gently lathered my body with shower gel (I already knew how to shower by myself), her breasts

trembling slightly with each movement. Looking at her breasts, I felt a strong urge to touch them, but at that time

I had no knowledge of sex; it was just a primal instinct driving me. The visual

impact caused my penis to rise uncontrollably, my heart pounding as blood rushed into

its erection until it was rock hard. My sister finished lathering my upper body and was about to

change to my lower body when she saw my erect penis. She stared wide-eyed for a moment, wondering whether to

reach down and lather it, when my parents came in from outside carrying things. My sister, realizing what was happening,

told me to lather myself and then turned to rinse herself off.

My heart pounded, and I was inexplicably nervous. I quickly finished my shower and went out

for dinner with the family. But during dinner, my mind was still lingering on my sister's alluring figure as she took a bath. That beautiful image

was etched deeply into my mind like a brand, making me completely distracted while eating, constantly stealing glances at

my sister's pretty face and full breasts.

When it was time for bed, and I was sharing a bed with my sister, just thinking about the scene of us

bathing my heart race so fast I couldn't fall asleep. Because it was already quite late, my mother and sister

quickly drifted off to sleep with steady breathing (my father was snoring), leaving me the only one still awake.

I turned towards my sister, who was staring at the ceiling, and found her with her back to me, seemingly

asleep and motionless. At that moment, the urge to touch my sister's breasts returned, though the angel

and devil within me were struggling. Suddenly, my sister turned over to face me, startling me, but her eyes were closed, and she

seemed to sleeping soundly. Seeing the slight rise and fall of her breasts under her white t-shirt, my

inner devil instantly triumphed. I glanced at my sister's collar, trying to see above, but because of her large breasts, the clothes

were a bit tight, and I couldn't see anything above the collar. Consumed by lust, I crawled

under carefully lifted her t-shirt from the waist up. Seeing

the lower edge of her full breasts already thrilled me—she wasn't wearing a bra!

As I slowly lifted it to reveal her nipples, her breasts bounced like bouncy puddings as the t-shirt

pulled them. Even though I couldn't see her

breasts clearly in the darkness, it already excited me immensely. Shaking slightly with lust, I reached out and gently poked

my sister 's smooth breast. After confirming she wasn't awake, I slowly covered one of her rounded

nipples with my palm, feeling the impact of this beautiful female feature. My right hand slowly kneaded my sister's breasts

, my mind racing with excitement at how incredibly soft and comfortable they felt. My penis was fully

erect , pressing against my shorts, almost touching her thigh.

Just as I was lost in the sensation, gently caressing her breasts, enjoying the wonderful touch, my sister's body

trembled . Suddenly, she reached under the covers and grabbed my right hand, startling me. I quickly

pulled my hand away. Peeking out from under the covers, I noticed she had turned away from me, her back

to me. I wasn't sure if she was awake. Feeling guilty, I turned my back to her, pretending nothing was wrong,

my heart pounding with anxiety. After confirming she wasn't moving, I glanced back at her

, finding her still motionless, and finally relaxed, suppressing my lust and falling into a deep sleep.

Nothing else happened after that. I don't know if she woke up that night, or

if grabbing my hand was just an unconscious act in her sleep. But whatever happened, it was over.

As long as she'd had her fill of tofu, everything was fine. Her relationship with her sister remained normal, and she didn't react in any unusual way.

Chapter Three: Another Encounter with Stockings

. About a year later, when I was in sixth grade, my mother's original trading company underwent some job

changes . Unhappy with her work, she left and joined a new company. Her original company

didn't have any dress code, but the new company was in the banking industry, and large corporations have strict uniform and dress codes. Besides

the very form-fitting pencil skirt uniform, black stockings were required. The first day my mother

came home in her uniform and black stockings, I was completely mesmerized. It was as if those sheer black stockings had awakened

a long-forgotten fetish for stockings that I'd forgotten since kindergarten. That night, no matter where my mother went at home, my

eyes were glued to her long, beautiful legs in black stockings. That

night, I kept praising my mother, saying how beautiful her uniform was. My mother happily agreed, saying she thought so too, but

it was a little tight (quite noticeably around the chest and buttocks). I usually walk to school by myself in the morning,

but that evening I asked my mom to give me a ride because she's very pretty and I wanted to show her off to my classmates. She was overjoyed and agreed

, wanting her son to look good.

Usually, my dad drives the car to work, while my mom, whose workplace is closer, rides a motorcycle.

Sitting on had my arms around my mom's slender waist. Even through her clothes, touching her body felt wonderful.

I kept peeking at her legs, which were bathed in sunlight and clad in sheer black stockings, and it made me feel refreshed.

Because I was sitting on the back of the motorcycle, my thighs, clad in school shorts, were wrapped around

my mom's buttocks, which were clad in a tight skirt. Especially since her skirt was so narrow, it rode

up , exposing even more of her thighs. My legs were pressed against my mom

's buttocks, which were encased in a tight skirt, and my eyes were restlessly fixed on her stockinged legs as I sat behind her.

A year ago, I saw my sister's naked body and her pert breasts. As I was gradually becoming more aware

of sex, I started to react to it. Even if I didn't know what to do, I knew that touching a woman's body was very stimulating.

While our motorcycle was stopped at a red light, I moved my hand from my mother's waist to her thigh,

gently pinching her stockinged thigh as if adjusting my seat, but actually enjoying

the feel of .

The skin on my mother's leg, through the thin stockings, felt warm and silky, sending a tingling, electric sensation through my

palm penis also reacted, gradually hardening and

slowly pressing against my mother's buttocks from behind. Because I wasn't bold enough to press completely against her, my mother probably didn't

notice my penis was pressing against her buttocks through her clothes. During the ride, besides accelerating

, there were occasional braking moments, and I followed the motorcycle's movements, gently sliding back and forth along with my mother's slender waist. Although it wasn't intentional,

the movement of my crotch pressing against my mother's buttocks gave me a real, visceral thrill.

When we arrived at the school gate and were about to get off the bus, I rolled off while simultaneously placing my hand on my mother's stockinged thigh and

touching it. That morning, I enjoyed the wonderful touch of stockings one last time, and then entered the school gate amidst the envious gazes of my classmates (and

their fathers).

Chapter Four: Masturbation.

Back then, I didn't understand much; I only knew that looking at girls' bodies and stockings, and touching my mother's stockings, felt good.

Even when I got an erection, at first, I just felt a little swollen, but I didn't know how to release it. Until

one day, a bully in my class secretly circulated small volumes of pornographic comics in the class, and I began to realize

that my penis could be played with. I borrowed one from a classmate and took it home. The exaggerated scenes and

physical collisions in the pornographic comics made my penis fiercely erect because of the scenes in the book. I also imitated the actions of the female characters in the comics who helped the male characters

masturbate , and thus, I learned to masturbate without any instruction.

At first, it was just his penis throbbing with the pleasure of orgasm, and a little bit of clear

fluid would seep out from the tip. Then, as he masturbated more and more, the fluid that came out each time he felt good increased and

became thicker. What was originally a slow seepage turned into an increasingly forceful ejaculation from his urethra.

Initially, he masturbated while looking at comic books, then he remembered that touching his older sister's breasts could also help him masturbate, and finally

it became masturbating while reminiscing about the feel of touching his mother's stockings; from anything that could arouse his sexual desire, he was now almost always

fantasizing about women in his neighborhood, namely his mother. When he looked at the sex scenes in pornographic comics, he would think that it

would be great to have sex with women, preferably someone like his mother with a good figure and wearing stockings.

Back then, I had no concept of morality (and I don't think I still do). When I first explored desire

, all I cared about was pleasure; who the object of my affections was irrelevant. I just didn't have the courage to touch my mother's

stockinged legs most of the time. Only occasionally, when she drove me to school in the morning, could I pretend to touch them accidentally. That short

commute became the time I looked forward to most each day. My mother didn't seem to mind; she just thought her son

had touched them unintentionally. What she didn't know was that I was actually driven by lust. Every time I touched her, I would get an erection, and

after I would rush to the toilet to masturbate. If I rode home on my mother's motorcycle, I would also curl

up and ejaculate as soon as I got home.

While masturbating, I would want to find something to enhance the experience. So I would observe

how my mother usually wore stockings. If she wore stockings that had caught on, there would usually be a pair of worn black stockings in the bathroom trash can that night .

I would steal them, put them in my pocket, and take them back to my room. At first, I would masturbate by smelling the scent of the stockings, her private parts, and her toes—

a very aphrodisiac feminine and leathery smell. Just one whiff would make me hard. Later, I would put my hand inside

the stockings and hold my penis while masturbating. Finally, I would directly cover my penis with the stockings

and masturbate while wiping, then ejaculate inside the stockings. After ejaculating, I would switch to a section of the stocking that wasn't wet and continue masturbating. Each

stocking could be used about three or four times, and the entire stocking would be used up in about two or three days, drying and hardening.

Usually, by then, I could find a new pair in the bathroom, wrap up the old ones, throw them away, and put on a

new pair to continue masturbating.

After playing with the torn stockings in the bathroom for a while, I would want the ones my mother hadn't thrown away and was still wearing. So,

when no one was home, I would go to my mother's room and rummage through her closet drawers. My mother would have worn, washed stockings rolled

into balls and placed in one of the drawers. I would take them out, put them on my penis, wrap them around, and vigorously rub myself until I was close to orgasm before

pulling ejaculating on the floor. Because my mother would wear them again later, the pleasure of the orgasm was even more intense. Sometimes,

after holding the condom for only a few strokes, I felt so stimulated that I was about to ejaculate, but I didn't dare to ejaculate directly inside her, because I was worried about being discovered.

Sometimes, it was so pleasurable that I almost didn't have time to pull off the stockings, and I would spray the first drop inside the stockings, or some secretions

would get on the stockings, which I would then wipe off with toilet paper. Usually, hot semen is not difficult to wipe off,

but if you wet it a little, the stains will be much less noticeable. As long as you deal with it as soon as possible before it dries completely, it won't be very obvious.

The more familiar I became, the more I used my mother's stockings to masturbate almost every day, whether they were snagged and thrown away or were still going to be worn

, at least three or four times a day.

When asked if I had ever used my mother's underwear to masturbate, I said I had tried, but because I liked the feel of stockings the most,

I ended up using stockings instead. At first, masturbation was about recalling the feel of my mother's thighs in stockings, but later it was about fantasizing about inserting my penis directly into my mother's vagina, like in

comics , and it would be best if my mother was wearing stockings and I tore them open before having sex.

My thoughts became increasingly erotic while masturbating. Looking back now,

it's quite exaggerated that a sixth-grade kid wanted to have sex with his mother.
Chapter Five: Intimate Contact.

My mother, who didn't often wear stockings when I was little, started wearing them regularly after switching to the banking industry. Besides always wearing

sheer, , she also started wearing stockings in her daily life. Besides black,

which was the most common color, sometimes sheer nude stockings, sometimes off-white stockings, or iron gray/light gray stockings. The common

feature was that they were all ultra-thin, so her fair skin could be seen through the stockings, creating a hazy, alluring effect.

She looked incredibly sexy. As I grew older, I became more and more

aroused by seeing my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, especially when her hips were encased in a tight skirt or short skirt, paired with various colors of

sheer stockings, which was even more exciting.

However, I was the kind of person who was all lust and no guts. Apart from secretly touching her thighs and occasionally masturbating,

I didn't . The real world is different from pornographic comics and novels. It's not like if you touch a woman's butt

, she will want to have sex, or if you walk up to a woman with an erection, she will open her eyes wide and suck your penis. Back then

, despite my lust, I still had some common sense and rationality (although my common sense did not include the fact that I couldn't have sexual fantasies about my mother)

. I knew that such things were impossible, and I basically didn't dare to touch my mother's body or her stockinged legs.

I would sneak a touch on her thigh while sitting on the back of her motorcycle, put my arm around her waist, and sit slightly behind her, pressing my lower body against her butt. That

was probably the limit of my groping my mother. Therefore, my mother probably took these very

slight touches for granted, since some physical contact between mother and son wasn't considered excessive.

For a long time, I was satisfied with simply stealing my mother's discarded stockings to masturbate.

If I had the chance to sneak into my mother's room to steal stockings to masturbate, even though I couldn't ejaculate inside openly, it

was still very exciting.

This sneaky little pervert behavior changed when I was in the second year of junior high school. At that time, I was starting

to enter puberty; my voice began to change, I grew a little taller (although still quite short), and I

started growing pubic hair. The main reason for this was that my older sister's high school was a bit far from home, and considering

the long commute each day, it was too tiring to travel to school that way. Therefore, my parents enrolled my sister in

the school dormitory so she could live nearby and attend school, returning home only when she had more free time during holidays.

High school dorms don't require much luggage, but after packing clothes, a computer, and some miscellaneous items,

the trunk of my father's car was still full, and some other things needed to be piled up in the back seat. The day we helped my sister move her things over

, our whole family pitched in (though Dad and I did most of the physical labor). My sister gets carsick in the back seat

, so she sat in the front passenger seat. After I piled the things on the left side of the back seat, I got in. There wasn't enough room

for Mom, so she had to squeeze in with me. We initially wanted to sit side-by-side, but it was too

cramped . Mom adjusted her position and decided it would be better if we sat front-to-back. Since she had a map

and needed to help with directions, she sat in front of me. Later, realizing there wasn't enough space, she simply sat on my lap.

That day, since Mom didn't do much moving, she didn't wear comfortable pants. Instead, she wore her

recently favorite short skirt, paired with almost transparent, ultra-thin nude stockings. They were so thin they looked

like she wasn't wearing anything, but they gave her legs a slightly sheer, hazy look. Before

, I was usually the one sitting behind Mom, but suddenly Mom was sitting on my lap. I was already used to getting an erection riding on Mom's motorcycle, and this

time it was even harder. My erect penis was pressed directly against my mother's genitals through her skirt.

As the car moved forward, it bounced up and down, and my mother would bounce slightly as it passed through a hole. My father told me

to hold my mother properly. So I placed my hands on my mother's stockinged thighs from below, gently pressing down on her

legs.

I had never been so directly and intimately close to my mother's stockinged legs before, with my penis pressing directly against her lower body

. I was incredibly hard sitting underneath her. The sensation from my hands was like an electric current, making my

heart race.

My mother seemed to feel my erect penis pressing against her buttocks, occasionally shifting her hips

to try and adjust her position, which seemed to massage my penis with her beautiful buttocks, making me

incredibly aroused . My mother's skirt that day was tight and short, and after shifting her body a few times while sitting on me, the skirt

was completely lifted up above her buttocks. My mother tried to pull the skirt back up, but after a few attempts,

she found that it would just bounce back up, so she gave up.

Because I needed to help move things easily, I wore very breathable shorts. The already thin material

made my penis very noticeable against my mother's genitals. The excessive erection and the pressure made me

uncomfortable, so I pulled the shorts up slightly to adjust them. But adjusting them only made things worse; my entire penis

popped out from under my underwear and the top of my shorts. Initially, only the tip was visible, but after a few bounces, the whole thing

was stretched out. Since my mother's skirt was already up to her buttocks, my penis was now

pressing against her vulva through her stockings and underwear.

Because of its shape, heat, and hardness, it was quite obvious, and my mother probably noticed that my erect

penis was almost directly against her vulva. I could feel my mother's body tense up,

and my hand gripping her stockinged legs felt her thighs clench tightly, as if she knew our genitals

were incredibly close. I didn't mean to sexually harass my mother, but our current position and sitting posture

were really in a dangerous situation, especially since I had only recently started retracting my foreskin to expose my glans, which was extremely sensitive

. The entire glans was directly pressing against my mother's stockings, which was both sensitive and incredibly stimulating.

It was so stimulating that I felt overly excited with the bouncing of the car, and I gripped my mother's stockinged

thighs tightly, afraid to move. But even if I didn't move, the stimulation from my mother's stockinged buttocks was already excessively intense. My

penis rubbed against my mother's private parts through the transparent stockings, and a feeling of about to explode filled my groin. I

knew that if this continued, I would ejaculate, but I was powerless to resist. After one bounce through the hole,

I grabbed my mother's thighs, which were wearing skin-colored transparent stockings, and thrust from below, pressing my swollen glans

against the stockings of my mother's private parts, and violently ejaculated the most powerful semen of my life. With each

spasm, I felt the semen continuously spraying outside my mother's genitals. She must have felt it too.

We arrived. Because her whole body was tense, she quickly opened our side window to let the smell of semen dissipate.

Having just ejaculated, I was almost completely exhausted and could only cling tightly to my mother's stockinged thighs.

Fortunately, the car was almost at our destination. My mother quickly pulled out some tissues from her bag and used them to cover her genitals,

preventing the semen from dripping. She also gave me some to wipe my penis, then rushed out of the car to find a restroom

. I also used my bag to cover my genitals and quickly went to the restroom to clean myself. Because the semen was a

mess, wiping took a very long time. My mother even took off her sheer stockings, otherwise

the ejaculation would have been very obvious. My father and sister probably thought we needed to defecate, otherwise why would it take so long

? But at least they didn't notice anything had happened.

Chapter Six: The Narrow Space

After that incident, my relationship with my mother remained largely unchanged; life went on as usual. I just wondered if

she noticed how often I stared intently at her buttocks and stockinged legs. Sometimes, she would unconsciously adjust

her skirt to prevent it from riding up too high when she sat down. We both knew that what happened last time was somewhat unexpected, but it was just an accident

. It didn't seem like I intentionally made it happen; it was just a boy's uncontrollable physical reaction

. Perhaps my mother also realized that her son had grown up?

My father was often away from home because of work, and after my sister left, the house suddenly felt much emptier. Before

, my mother would sometimes ask my sister and me to help with chores, but now I'm basically the only one at home, so most

of the chores fall on my shoulders.

We have a storage room partitioned off in a narrow space,

where . Because the space was already small, it became even narrower after being filled with clutter, usually just

wide enough for one person to pass through head-on.

That night, my father hadn't come home yet, and my mother went to the storage room after dinner to look for some odds and ends. I don't know if it was because

there were too many things piled up, but sometimes when I took item A, item B would fall down from the other side. Mom called me in to help,

but it wasn't really anything I needed to do; I just needed to hold up the pile of clutter so it wouldn't collapse, allowing Mom to

concentrate on finding what she needed to look for.

Mom was stretching out her arms to find things on top, and since I'm a head shorter than her, I was responsible for

holding up the lower items. Mom hadn't changed her clothes that evening; she was wearing her work clothes—a close-fitting

shirt, a short skirt, and sheer black stockings. I was trying to keep a little distance, but because Mom

was rummaging through the old things, the clutter pile became a bit dangerous. In an emergency, I quickly stood on tiptoe and pushed

the clutter back into place, ending up pressed against Mom. At that moment, I deeply felt how soft

and fragrant Mom's body was, making it a little hard to breathe in the confined space.

Mom was rummaging through the clutter on the left, causing a dangerous pile to appear on her left as well, so she told me to

go hold up the clutter. Since the space was only wide enough for one person to pass through head-on, and both of us had to be sideways

, we could only pass

by . When I braced myself against the clutter with my left hand, I was pressed completely against my mother, chest to back. My mother's buttocks

were particularly pert, so her buttocks were in direct contact with my genitals.

We maintained this position in the narrow space, and my mother continued to tiptoe through the higher layers of clutter

, searching for something. Her shapely buttocks, clad in a tight skirt, constantly rubbed against my genitals with subtle movements, quickly

arousing me. However, because we were pressed so tightly together, my mother didn't seem to notice my physical

reaction . The

thing my mother was looking for seemed to be piled up higher, so she needed to step on the clutter to get a little higher.

The thing she was stepping on didn't look very stable, and she wobbled after stepping on it, so she asked me to help her support her. I

initially raised my hands to grab my mother's waist, but it was still not very stable, so my mother asked me to support her buttocks for stability, so I

did as she said, using both hands to support my mother's firm buttocks from below through her skirt.

My mother's skirt was already quite narrow, and

given made it feel excessively tight. As she rummaged through old things, her entire body

moved, including her hips. The already narrow skirt began to lift up, just like

when we sat on top of each other on the back seat before. Finally, it lifted completely over her buttocks and bounced up to her waist, leaving me directly facing

my mother's beautiful, stocking-clad buttocks. My hands, which had been supporting my buttocks through the skirt fabric, were now directly supporting them

beneath the black stockings. This was the first time I had direct contact with my mother's stocking-clad buttocks, with my face so close

to her buttocks, and the wonderful feel of it on my hands made my penis instantly hard.

Because my mother needed to rummage through the items, the slight movement of her body caused her stocking-clad buttocks to rub against my palms

, a sensation that felt incredibly good. I just wished this moment could last a little longer so

I could enjoy the feel of my mother's stocking-clad buttocks a little longer. Just then, Mom flipped over something and leaned back slightly to get

a better look , her entire bottom landing directly on my face. Mom apologized, saying she was sorry for making

me uncomfortable, and that it would be over in a little while. But I was focused on inhaling the alluring

scent of her stockinged buttocks, not feeling uncomfortable at all; it was a bonus, so pleasurable.

Finally, Mom bent her leg to step down, and I supported her stockinged buttocks as she slowly

bent her leg to steady herself. Just then, perhaps because the stockings were too slippery, Mom slipped and

fell onto me. The cramped space prevented us from sitting down, so I

half-squatted against the back wall, and Mom, with her legs bent, pressed against me. She struggled to

regain her balance , but being on top of me made us both unsteady. My left hand reached forward, only managing to grab

some loose debris, while my right hand flailing wildly ended up grabbing Mom's breast. It was the first time I had ever touched Mom's breast.

The feel of her breasts against my skin was incredibly elastic, even through her shirt and bra.

We were embracing, one in front of the other, in a slightly chaotic state. My mother probably knew I didn't

mean it, so she just tried to steady herself. Because of her tilted body, her stockinged

feet felt unstable, but she kept

slipping and falling onto me. When she finally regained her footing, she leaned back against me, pressing my lower body tightly against her

stockinged buttocks until I couldn't move. My

penis was already incredibly erect from constantly touching her, and

as she moved, her skirt was lifted above her buttocks, rubbing against my

penis in my shorts, making it almost unbearable. I could smell the faint scent of perfume on her neck,

and my right hand was tightly gripping one of her large breasts. Finally, I let out a cry, grabbing my mother

's thigh covered in black stockings with my left hand, squeezing her breast with my right, my lower body pressing against

her ejaculating into my pants. In the midst of the chaos, I could only

let out a few moans in rhythm with the pleasure of ejaculation, unable to speak. My mother was clearly confused, but because I was holding her so tightly, she didn't

struggle continued to lean back against me, allowing me to ejaculate from behind while holding her.

After half a minute, in the narrow space where only my heavy breathing could be heard, I finally

released my mother's soft, fragrant body, letting her step out of the storage room first, followed by me, panting and

weak in the knees. My mother, her top slightly disheveled from being rubbed, blushed as she saw my wet lower body and

quickly pulled her skirt, which had been lifted above her stockinged buttocks, back into place. She told me to go take

a shower and clean myself up, and then went back to her room.

Chapter Seven: Masturbating in the Bathroom.

My mother's body smelled so good and felt so soft—that was my biggest takeaway after that accident in the storage room. Although

both the incident and the previous ride-sharing incident were accidents, they made

the atmosphere between my mother and me a little strange (at least that's how I felt). My fantasies about my mother's body grew stronger, but

it seemed impossible to do anything about it. After all, the huge boundary between mother and son still existed; as long as we were related

, nothing else could be crossed.

As I mentioned before, many things accumulated one by one; I don't know whether to call these things opportunities

or fate. My lust grew bolder and bolder. At first, I would just steal my mother's discarded stockings or the ones she had washed

and kept in the closet to masturbate. Later, I would go directly into the bathroom and take the stockings that my mother had worn and taken off that day from the laundry basket.

Sometimes, they were still warm and fragrant from her body, and the most exciting thing was to ejaculate

inside . As long as my mother had already showered that day, I would go into the bathroom afterward to find the pair of

stockings she had taken off to satisfy my lust. Sometimes I would pretend I was going to shower, and sometimes I wouldn't pretend

at all; I would just go in and masturbate. After ejaculating in the stockings, I would simply wash them off with water and shower gel in the bathroom, so

the marks wouldn't be too noticeable. Because my mother wore stockings almost every weekday from Monday to Friday, and sometimes even on weekends,

you could say that I had a pair of stockings to masturbate with every day. At the time, I didn't know if my mother had

noticed, but since she didn't say anything to me, I guess she hadn't.

But you never know when you'll run into trouble. It was Saturday afternoon when the incident happened. Mom had

taken off her stockings early and thrown them into the laundry basket in the bathroom. I was waiting in my room. After hearing Mom come out of

the bathroom and return to her room, I immediately went in and rummaged through the laundry basket. Besides the clothes Mom was wearing that day,

the sheer gray stockings were also there. I picked them up and took a deep sniff. Mom's

unique body odor immediately filled my nostrils; the scent of her genitals and the leather smell of her feet were

incredibly alluring. I immediately pulled down my pants and used the stockings to cover my throbbing, erect penis. I started smelling

the stockings while using the sheer gray stockings to stroke my swollen penis.

Just as I was enjoying the soft, delicate feel of the stockings on my penis, tragedy struck. Mom suddenly

pushed open the bathroom door and stepped in. Consumed by lust, I suddenly realized I'd forgotten to lock the door. And shockingly,

Mom came in completely naked. We stared at each other, wide-eyed, before Mom quickly covered

her impressive breasts and genitals with her hands. I frantically covered my still-stockinged penis with my hands. Then I noticed

that besides the stockings, Mom's clothes for the day were also in the laundry basket. So she'd gone back to

her room naked and was now bringing back clothes she'd changed into after her shower.

The air between us hung heavy for about three seconds. Then I heard Dad's voice in the distance.

Mom quickly rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. I stood there, my swollen penis covered by

the stockings, completely bewildered.

Mom whispered what I was doing in the bathroom, but I couldn't answer. "You know what I'm

doing!" she said, clearly flustered, only able to ask what I was doing, even though she probably already knew.

Dad called from outside the door that he needed to pee, and Mom quickly told him to wait a minute, as she was using the toilet. Dad replied, "

Hurry up," and then fell silent for a while. It seems there really should be two bathrooms in the house!

Mom turned to look at me, who was in an embarrassed state. Her stockings from today were still hanging on my penis. She was

completely naked, holding the clothes she would change into after her shower. I looked at Mom's translucent naked body,

and her pair of large, white, teardrop-shaped breasts that her arms could barely cover the nipples—something I hadn't seen since I was old enough to understand;

her slender waist and round, pert buttocks, and of course, her

long

, shapely legs. At the time, I didn't know how big Mom's breasts were, but they were almost bigger than any I had ever seen in porn (later I learned they were an astonishing G-cup), and because of her thin waist, her breasts looked even more magnificent, almost disproportionate.

It was enormous, yet maintained an impressive elasticity, as beautiful as a work of art.

In a flustered and embarrassed state, my mother urged me to leave quickly in a tense tone. I,

my face flushed , covered my genitals and stammered that I was too hard to leave. Just then, my father called from outside, asking

if I was done yet, as he needed to use the toilet. My mother quickly replied, "Just a little longer," then took a step closer to me,

removed my hand, stared at my penis, still covered by stockings, for a few seconds, and then, as if making a firm decision, removed the stockings from my

penis and grasped my swollen, red penis.

What was going on? While my mind was still blank, my mother began to stroke my

penis , then said, blushing, "Hurry up and get out of here." Overstimulated, I stumbled backward

, leaning against the wall, unable to move. My penis, erect at the wrong time, was now being

rapidly rubbed back and forth in my mother's hand. My mother bent slightly, using her right hand to masturbate my hot penis, while her left hand rested on her

knee, leaving her chest completely exposed. Her large, snow-white breasts

swayed , and the pink nipples defied gravity, pointing directly at my eyes.

With my hands against the wall behind me, I enjoyed the intense pleasure of my penis being stroked by my mother's delicate hands

; my eyes were also fixed on her trembling, snow-white breasts. The excessive stimulation caused my

swollen glans to explode, violently ejaculating thick semen. My mother couldn't dodge in time, and the first scalding

semen hit her white, wet breasts before she quickly sidestepped, letting the remaining semen spray onto the bathroom

floor . During my intense orgasm that lasted for over ten seconds, my mother continued to stroke my throbbing penis, then

increased the pressure of her hands, trying to squeeze out the semen still remaining in my urethra.

After confirming that all the semen had been ejaculated, Mom released my dildo, took a towel from the shelf to wipe away

the large amount of semen that had shot onto her chest, and then observed my still throbbing penis, asking why it

hadn't subsided yet. I said that it wouldn't subside after just one time (which was true), I need two or three times myself. Mom

covered her chest, stared at me with wide eyes, sighed, and bent down again, grasping my erect

penis in the same position as before, and began to masturbate me quickly.

I didn't expect to receive a second masturbation service, and I was so aroused that I tilted my head back, not knowing what to say.

Coming back my senses, I looked down and this time Mom remembered to cover her chest, which was a bit of a disappointment. I told Mom that if she could see

her chest, it would come faster. Mom rolled her eyes at me, then put her left hand on her knee and, in the same

unguarded swayed her breasts while masturbating me.

This was the second time we'd been intimate, but unlike the first time, it wasn't almost instantaneous. I suppressed the waves of pleasure

surging through , trying to prolong ejaculation so my mother could masturbate me longer and allow me to enjoy

her service a little longer. My father urged me again from outside, but I showed no signs of ejaculating.

My mother said, "Hurry up!" I replied, "Then I'll use a stocking to cover it; it'll be faster." My mother glared at me,

muttered something I couldn't understand, and then put the stocking she'd just removed from my penis back on.

My mother asked if this was okay, and I said it felt great, much better than doing it myself, and thanked her. My mother's face

flushed red to her neck. She hadn't intended to masturbate me intentionally; she just wanted to get rid of me quickly. Instead,

she ended up using her own worn stockings to masturbate her son, using this perverse method to give me pleasure. She must have

felt a mix of emotions.

The smooth feel of the stockings against my penis, combined with the skillful touch of my mother's delicate hands and the sight of her bouncy

pink nipples, I couldn't hold on for long. My lower body thrust forward suddenly, and I

ejaculated a second time with great pleasure. This time, the gushing semen all shot into the transparent gray stockings, then seeped out in streams

onto my mother's hands, stimulating me so much that I almost couldn't stand. After the blissful ejaculation that left my mind blank, my mother

looked at my erect penis and found that it was still completely erect, without any reduction. She could only

stare wide eyed at my penis, which was still covered in white semen. Because the atmosphere of my mother masturbating me with stockings

was so lewd, I was also embarrassed and didn't dare to speak, my lust still lingering.

Then, my father, who seemed to be in a hurry outside, turned the doorknob. Startled, I cowered in the corner,

too afraid to move. Mom quickly turned and jumped out before Dad could open the door,

pulling him away from the bathroom to talk to him. Dad mumbled, "Why the rush? I need to pee first." Taking advantage of

this moment, I grabbed my pants, clutching my sheer gray stockings soaked in semen, and, while Dad was pulled away

, I bent low and rushed back to my room, ending this erotic saga in the bathroom.

Chapter Eight: Mom's Hand .

If the previous two times, in the car and the storage room, where I ejaculated, were accidents, this time in

the bathroom, Mom deliberately helped me ejaculate (though her intention was to get me out quickly). It was

clear this was no normal behavior between mother and son; it had reached a point where it was impossible to pretend nothing was wrong. For several

days, conversations between Mom and me were nothing but awkwardness, each lasting less than ten words.

However, Dad was with us these past few days, so Mom and I didn't have much time alone together.

On the night Dad worked overtime, after dinner, Mom watched TV in the living room without even changing her clothes.

Since I didn't have much homework to do, I went back to my room and, finding nothing else to do, sat down in the living room to keep Mom company.

We sat on the far left and far right of the sofa, with one person's seat between us, which felt a little awkward as we didn't know what

to say. I chatted with Mom about the TV program for a bit, and seeing that she wasn't ignoring me, just not actively engaging in conversation, I moved closer to her and continued with some mundane topics. When a funny joke came on, I casually touched Mom's leg...

I touched her black-stockinged thigh and said, "Mommy, look how funny that is!" Mom replied, "Yeah, I am," and then

glanced at my hand on her leg, but didn't say anything. Since Mom had tacitly agreed, my hand

didn't leave. I started slowly stroking the sheer black

stockings that Mom hadn't changed out of for work, back and forth. Only when my hand touched the inside of her thigh did she move slightly and say it tickled, so I stopped touching

the inside of her leg and only touched the upper part of her thigh.

Continuing to touch Mom's stockinged thigh, my lower body quickly became erect. Because it was the first time I had so

openly touched Mom's leg, the erection was quite intense, and soon a noticeable

tent formed under my shorts. Mom couldn't possibly not notice, because besides the obvious way my hand was touching her leg, the extent of my erection

was also quite exaggerated.

I couldn't help but slightly adjust the angle of my hard penis in my shorts to make it more comfortable. Mom

then looked at the TV, paused for a long time, and then asked me if it was very swollen down there.

I froze, sweating profusely, wondering how I could answer that question without ruining everything. Just as I

was quickly thinking of a suitable answer, Mom suddenly reached out and pressed her hand directly against my shorts,

grabbing my rock-hard penis. I looked at Mom's face in shock; she was still watching TV, her expression

unchanged, simply gently grasping my penis through my shorts. I then answered Mom, "Mmm, it's quite swollen."

Mom didn't say a word, but used that hand to unzip my shorts, rummaging around inside

to release my hot, erect penis, then grasped it with her hand, but didn't move it, just gently held it.

What was going on? I was a little confused, but the feeling of Mom's icy palm against my penis

was unmistakable. The atmosphere was just too strange; I really didn't know whether to relax and enjoy the feeling.

Mom asked me without turning her head how often I masturbated, and I honestly said about two or three times a day, sometimes

more if it was more exciting. Mom said with a slightly surprised tone, "Why so much? You need to control it, don't do it too much." Then

she asked me what I meant by "more exciting," and I said it was more exciting if I touched stockings that day. My mother asked if I

liked stockings, and I said yes. She didn't ask any more questions, but instead started stroking

my penis back and forth with her hand.

Honestly, it felt amazing, much better than when I did it myself. Especially being

stroked by my mother's delicate hands while simultaneously caressing her stockinged legs—it was a pleasure I'd never even

dreamed of . My mother asked if it felt good, and I said it felt incredibly good, truly incredible. My mother smiled but

didn't say anything, just turned to look at my swollen penis and focused on masturbating me. I didn't understand

why was doing this, but asking would be stupid. I just

needed to enjoy touching her black-stockinged thighs. When I touched her inner thigh, she trembled slightly, but this time she didn't say it itched or

stop me. I boldly continued to move my hand upwards, reaching between her legs, and gently rubbed

her private parts through the stockings.

Although I had no experience, I knew from erotic novels and comics that touching that area would make a woman feel good

, just like touching a man's penis would feel good. My mother seemed to have grasped

the angle and rhythm of her movements from the volume of my breathing, and her hand began to increase speed and pressure, making me feel incredibly good. In this

lewd atmosphere, I couldn't hold on for long before I felt myself climaxing. My palm, through the stockings, pressed against my mother

's vulva, rubbing against it, and then my thighs tensed as I ejaculated thick, cloudy semen onto the living room table. My mind went blank

as I throbbed, shooting out thick, copious amounts of semen.

My mother didn't stop, just like last time in the bathroom, her hand skillfully and slowly stroking

my throbbing penis, squeezing out all the lustful semen from within. Just as I reached the climax of my

ejaculation , she released my hand, grabbed some tissues from the living room table to wipe her hands and the

semen that had sprayed onto the table, told me to wipe it carefully with a cloth later, and then got up and went back to her room, leaving

me, exhausted from ejaculation, leaning against the sofa, panting and resting.

Chapter Nine: The Washing Machine .

It's hard to say what angle to use to look at the time when my mother masturbated me in the living room. She always

pretended nothing happened, so I went along with her and pretended nothing had happened. Anyway, I wasn't

scolded, so I guess nothing happened. But I kept thinking, since my mother had directly helped me masturbate last time and

even let me touch her stockinged thighs and genitals, just how far did her tolerance go? Could we

take it a little further? I didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly.

That day, Mom was hanging clothes out to dry on the balcony, wearing a tight black t-shirt and

a narrow beige skirt, paired with sheer white stockings. For some reason, lately Mom

has been dressing very sexily at home, unlike before when she would wear more casual clothes, like cotton-padded jackets and pants , unless it was for work

.

Especially now, she often wears stockings at home; it's a big change compared to before.

Mom called me to the balcony to help hang the clothes. She bent down and

took the rolled-up clothes out of the washing machine for me, and I hung them one by one on the clothesline. Because so much has happened lately

, I didn't know what to say to Mom, and what blurted out was, "Why are you wearing stockings at home so much lately

?" I immediately regretted it, because asking that didn't seem to help. Mom, with her back to me, stopped what

she was doing, seemed to think for a moment, and then asked, "Do you think they look good?" Of course, I said they looked good,

and it would be even better if she wore them more often. Mom paused even longer this time before saying, "It's because you said you liked stockings that I'm wearing them."

A little surprised and touched, I turned to see my mother still untangling knotted clothes in the washing machine,

bent over her bottom sticking out beside it. Suddenly, I couldn't control myself and hugged her from behind, straight...

I pressed my already swollen lower body against my mother's buttocks, which were covered by a short skirt, and her legs, which were clad in shorts. My penis was also

pressed long, beautiful legs, which were encased in sheer white stockings. My mother was clearly

startled by my action of hugging her from behind, and said, "What are you doing? Still acting like a child at this age?" I didn't say anything, but simply started hugging my mother's waist

and rubbing my lower body against her buttocks. My mother was suddenly hugged by me, but she didn't seem to want to break free, and

was thus pressed against the washing machine from behind.

I assumed my mother had tacitly approved of my excessive actions, and, emboldened by lust, I simply lifted my mother's beige

short skirt up to her waist, and then pressed my lower body against her stockinged buttocks through her shorts. After a couple of thrusts, I wasn't satisfied, and seeing

that my mother didn't say anything, I simply pulled down my own shorts and underwear, and rubbed my hot, erect penis

directly against my mother's stockinged buttocks. My mother must have noticed that I had taken out my penis and was touching her, but she didn't

stop me; she just quietly supported herself on the washing machine and let me do as I pleased. After that incident in the car,

finally being able to rub my penis directly against my mother's stockings again made me feel incredibly happy and satisfied. Because

my mother is taller than me, it was a bit difficult to rub my penis against her buttocks by standing on tiptoe, so I

lowered and inserted my penis between her thighs,

rubbing my hot penis against her private parts from behind through the stockings.

I don't know if it was because her genitals were being rubbed, but my mother seemed unable to resist the stimulation and

let out a slight moan. Encouraged by the moan, I thrust even harder into the base of my mother's thighs.

The stockings my mother was wearing today were of a very fine texture, unlike some cheap stockings that are rough; they were made of a smooth and soft material, so when my

swollen penis was between her thighs, I didn't feel any pain at all. On the contrary, the silky touch felt

incredibly comfortable.

I maintained this position of holding my mother from behind and slowly increased the amplitude of my thrusting. Because my

penis is quite long, the distance of the thrusting motion from when it was fully pulled back to when it was pressed against my mother's buttocks was quite long

. Even without a very forceful thrust, my mother was still slightly swayed back and forth with my movements. Originally, I was only

holding my mother's waist, but now that I was getting bolder, I made up my mind and moved my hands directly to my mother's chest,

grabbing her breasts that were still bouncing even though she was wearing a bra. My mother turned her head and glanced at

me, but didn't react in any other way. She just turned back and continued to lie on the washing machine.

I was already quite satisfied with drying her legs in stockings and grabbing her breasts through her clothes, but I

was startled by my mother's next move. My mother, who was supporting herself on the washing machine, suddenly pushed my hands away. Just as I thought, "I'm doomed

, is my mother angry?", my mother unexpectedly pulled up her t-shirt and

then lifted her bra as well, turning her back to me and letting her pair of huge, snow-white, tender breasts bounce out. Then she grabbed my

hands and placed them on her breasts.

This situation was absolutely erotic. The son was thrusting his penis into his mother's stockinged thighs, and then he could reach

behind and directly rub her firm, G-cup breasts. This was completely out of control. Encouraged

by my mother's actions, I felt the smooth touch of her breasts for the first time, and I was so aroused that I almost couldn't hold back

my ejaculation. I had to squeeze my mother's soft breasts hard to try to suppress the urge to ejaculate, but the thrusting of my penis

had already overstimulated me, and I was on the verge of exploding. I wanted to pull back and pause, but the

moment , I ejaculated directly. I could only forcefully press my ejaculating penis against my mother's shapely buttocks, which were covered in white

sheer stockings, and uncontrollably ejaculated, spraying all the semen onto my mother's skirt and stockinged

buttocks.

Perhaps I squeezed my mother's breasts too hard, because she couldn't help but moan softly as I ejaculated.

After I had ejaculated more than a dozen times, she stopped making noise and panted with me. Feeling completely exhausted after ejaculating

, I leaned against my mother's back, inhaling the scent of her neck as I rested.

My penis still throbbing and hard, pressed against her stockinged buttocks, savoring the afterglow of ejaculation. My hands

gripped her large breasts tightly, our bodies pressed close together.

After a long while, my mother finally grasped my hands, signaling me to let go. I wisely stepped back, releasing

her soft body. My mother touched the semen on her skirt and buttocks, gave me a disapproving look, then pulled

her skirt back and walked away from the balcony, telling me to clean myself up quickly. I stood there for about ten seconds before

snapping out of it and pulling down my pants to go into the bathroom to shower. I walked into the bathroom naked from the waist down. My mother

was already inside, completely naked, ready to shower.

I had initially worried that she wouldn't let me in, but now I didn't seem afraid anymore. Seeing me come in,

Mom coquettishly told me to let her shower first. I glanced back at her goddess-like naked curves one last time

before leaving the bathroom.
Chapter Ten: First Oral Sex.

Fate, once it starts spinning, is like a wheel, getting faster and faster. Or like a landslide, once the angle is too steep,

it accelerates all the way to the bottom. For two days in a row, just like before, Mom and I avoided talking about this, and

our interactions remained unchanged. Mainly because Dad was home at night, we couldn't do anything out of line

. But now, my eyes were filled with desire when I looked at Mom, and she must have sensed it, because her gaze towards me

held a mysterious and indescribable emotion. I didn't understand it before, but now I can tell it wasn't

negative. Every now and then, I would find an opportunity to touch Mom's buttocks or her stockinged thighs,

and she didn't react by stopping me, at most giving me a glare to remind me that Dad was still there.

On the third day, after dinner, Mom sat in the living room watching TV as usual. I asked Mom

when would be back, and she said he had a night meeting and might be back after 10 pm. Dad told us to go to sleep first. Hearing this

, I felt like I'd unlocked a switch and gotten a pass. So I sat down next to Mom and immediately reached out...

I reached towards my mother's black-stockinged thighs. Like before, she trembled slightly but didn't stop me. So

I took the opportunity to touch her inner thighs and private parts, while she continued watching TV without turning her head. Seeing that

she didn't stop me, I simply unzipped my pants and pulled out my erect penis

. I then took her cold hand and held it, letting her feel its heat.

She automatically and slowly began to stroke my penis. I sighed with pleasure. However,

her movements were very gentle and slow, not like she was trying to make me ejaculate immediately. Just as I was wondering

why she was going so slowly, she suddenly asked if I knew what oral sex was. I said I did. She asked

how I knew, and I said I saw it online. She laughed and said not to watch too much of that stuff, so I just said "

oh."

Then she seemed to think for a moment before finally asking, "Would you like Mommy to help you try?"

I was startled but didn't want to appear too surprised or excited, so I slowly and hesitantly said,

"Okay."

Mom told me to sit still, released my penis, and then knelt down in

front of me. Her beautiful face was right in front of my throbbing penis.

She then stroked it a few times, first pulling the foreskin back to the glans, and then opened her mouth wide to take my swollen

glans in.

It felt so good! The warm, moist sensation from Mom's mouth sent a rush of pleasure from my swollen glans to my head.

I never imagined such a wonderful thing would happen to me. The moment she took it in her mouth, my whole body

trembled . I immediately said, "Mommy, I can't hold back anymore." Hearing this, Mom quickly released my glans, saying, "Don't hold back,

just ejaculate if it feels good."

I nodded and said okay. Then Mom took my glans in her mouth again, not only swallowing and releasing it, but also

licking the tip of my urethra with her tongue. Because it was my first time being given oral sex, I couldn't bear the

tingling sensation. My penis thrust forward, and I convulsed as I ejaculated into Mom's mouth. Because

it was so incredibly pleasurable, the amount of semen felt astonishing. Mom initially didn't seem to intend to swallow it, just

holding the

glans in her mouth until it was all ejaculated. But there was probably so much that some was spilling from the corners of her mouth, so she had to start gulping down my lustful semen. After ejaculating more than ten times

, I finally stopped the spasms of orgasm. Mom swallowed the last mouthful of semen, then exhaled and spat out my glans.

After ejaculating, my penis, covered in semen and saliva, still showed no signs of softening, and was still pointing at

Mom 's face, twitching. Mom asked me if I wanted more. I said yes, and Mom lowered her head again and took my glans into her

mouth. Because I had just ejaculated, my penis was still very sensitive, and I was so aroused that I started

writhing on the sofa. Mom knew I couldn't handle that kind of stimulation all at once, so she only took my glans into her mouth without

swallowing or stimulating it with her tongue. Only after I calmed down a bit did she start using the tip of her tongue to entwine around my

hot glans.

Perhaps because my penis was too long and the size of my glans was a bit large, Mom had some

difficulty taking it in. Basically, after swallowing the glans, she could only take in a little bit of the shaft, with the rest of the penis exposed to

the air. Mom would hold the exposed part with her hand and then stroke it with her delicate hand. Occasionally, when I moved my

lower body to try to go deeper into Mom's mouth, she would use her hand to block me so that it wouldn't go in too much. She slapped my

thigh, and with my glans in her mouth, told me not to move on my own, saying that it was too long. I asked if it was really that long. When Mom heard this,

she suddenly spat out the entire glans, then told me to wait a moment, and stood up. She rummaged through the living room cabinet for

something and found it was a measuring tape. Mom measured my penis with a tape measure and exclaimed

that it was 18 centimeters! I asked stupidly if it was that long, and Mom laughed, saying it was practically a monster, no wonder I

couldn't take it in.

Putting down the tape measure, Mom then enveloped my egg-sized glans with her soft lips and began to suck

and spit it out. Taking advantage of the situation, I asked if I could see Mom's breasts. Without a word, Mom decisively unbuttoned her

white shirt, then loosened her bra, letting her two enormous breasts pop out and rest on my thighs. I asked Mom

what cup size they were, and she said G, finally solving the mystery I'd been wondering about. I

then asked if I could use Mom's breasts to hold my penis, and Mom said to try. She used her firm,

white breasts to hold my thick, long penis between her left and right sides, making my shaft rise and fall in the valley of her breasts. Although

Mom's breasts were large, because my penis was so long when erect, the glans would peek out from the top of her breasts

, and Mom would then lick it with her tongue.

This act of combining breast play and oral sex was incredibly arousing, both visually and tactilely.

My hands, which had been resting on the sofa, moved to my mother's breasts, caressing her large yet pinkish breasts. The two

enormous white mounds had relatively small pink nipples and areolas, which were quite adorable.

As I caressed her breasts, my mother moaned softly with my penis in her mouth, seemingly enjoying it.

As she gradually increased the pressure of her sucking on my penis, I squeezed her

breasts tightly due to the pleasure, preventing her from using her breasts to grip my shaft, and instead allowing her to caress my penis with her mouth.

Finally, the pleasure that had accumulated to its peak was released, causing me to ejaculate a second time, this time with a burst of pungent semen, into my mother's

mouth . Although the amount was much less than the first time, judging from my mother's

swallowing motions, it was still quite a large amount, with each ejaculation causing her to swallow large mouthfuls. After all the ejaculation

was over, Mom spat out my glans, which was almost purple from being red, and let out a long breath.

I asked Mom if it tasted weird, and she stuck out her tongue and said it was really weird, really awful, but

then she paused , her face suddenly turning red, almost to her neck, and she added in a small voice, "But I actually quite like it."

What was going on? It tasted awful, but I liked it? She turned around and asked me if I wanted to try it myself. I said

it was okay , and then Mom suddenly leaned in and kissed me. Before I could react in shock,

she pried open my lips with her tongue and slipped her tongue, which was covered in the taste of semen, inside, filling my first kiss with the smell of her own

semen . The taste was a bit like bleach, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that Mom initiated the French kiss. Although I

barely knew how to respond, Mom's nimble tongue explored my mouth, searching for my tongue

and licking it herself. At that time, I didn't know how to kiss, but it already made me feel so dizzy and

comfortable . I wanted to keep kissing Mom forever.

Mom's shirt was open on both sides, revealing her soft breasts, and she pressed me down on the sofa. I

lifted up Mom's work uniform skirt and started rubbing her stockinged buttocks. My penis, which was about to go

limp , became erect again, thrusting between my mother's legs, stimulated by our passionate kiss.

My mother pressed against me like that, our lips locked in a kiss that lasted for what seemed like an eternity, before finally releasing me, panting. She glanced at

the clock and said, "Dad'll be back soon, that's enough for now." Lying on the sofa, I asked, "Can we do this again next time?"

My mother asked what I meant, and I stammered, "Like oral sex, and kissing Mom like this." My mother,

blushing, buttoned up her shirt and said, "We'll talk about it next time when Dad's not around," before going into

the bathroom to shower.

Chapter Eleven: Intimacy in Bed

For several days, I was distracted in class, constantly thinking about my mother's

oral sex and the kiss, wondering when Dad would finally be gone. Unexpectedly,

a whole week passed without any opportunity. I could only watch my mother's beautiful legs in black stockings and swallow my saliva, swallowing hard.

Mom probably knew what I was thinking, but she only smiled at me when she noticed me looking at her stockinged legs

, without saying anything.

The opportunity finally came. After dinner, Mom was clearing the dishes, and with her back to me, she said Dad would be working

late. Hearing this, I immediately rushed behind her, hugging her waist tightly and rubbing my genitals against her

buttocks . Mom told me to take a shower first and then come to my room later. So I obediently rushed to

shower, and when I returned to my room, I found Mom still washing the dishes, so I just read comics and waited for her

.

The wait felt incredibly long. Finally, Mom knocked on the door and came in, her hands still

wet from washing the dishes. She wiped them slightly on her uniform skirt, then sat on the edge of the bed and asked what I wanted for the day. I said, "

Can I kiss Mommy first?" Mom said yes and opened her arms for me. I gently pounced on her,

pinning her to the bed, and we hugged each other tightly and began a passionate kiss. Having learned from my previous experience, I was quite

familiar with the feeling of kissing. I could intertwine my tongue with my mother's and even suck on her saliva. My mother

held my head in her arms, while I lifted her skirt and vigorously rubbed her buttocks, which were covered in sheer black stockings for work. Our

lips remained pressed together as we kissed passionately until we were both a little breathless before we separated to catch our breath.

Between breaths, I said I had been waiting for so long and was so happy, and that kissing Mommy felt so good. My mother blushed and said that I was

getting better and kissing, and that she felt good too. She said she had made me wait for many days and that she would do whatever I wanted to feel good. I

asked if we could use our mouths like last time, and my mother nodded, told me to lie down on the bed, and told me to take off my pants myself first.

As I was taking off my pants, Mom also took off her work uniform and white bra, revealing her

perfect, snow-white breasts. Before I could even admire those huge, tender breasts, Mom

lay on the bed and pressed her two G-cup breasts against my thighs. Then she took my hot, hard penis into

her mouth , making me moan with pleasure.

This time, she not only swallowed and released my penis back and forth like last time, teasing the glans with her tongue, but she also released the entire

glans and then licked the groove under the glans with her tongue, while sucking the shaft with her small mouth.

Mom said that because my penis was too big to swallow down to the bottom, she had to take care of the lower part as well. And

this time, Mom also licked my testicles, which was both itchy and pleasurable, making me tremble all over. While Mom was licking my

testicles had to hold down my thighs to prevent me from moving around, making me moan loudly from the stimulation and

almost roll my eyes back in pleasure.

While licking my penis, Mom asked me if I would like to ejaculate my semen into her mouth. I was surprised that my usually dignified mother

would say such a thing, and I replied with pleasure that I would ejaculate my semen into her mouth. Mom smiled, took my

swollen glans into her mouth, and stroked the shaft with her hand. Suddenly, she began to swallow and spit faster,

forcefully probing my urethral opening with the tip of her tongue.

Stimulated intensely, I lost control and thrust my penis into Mom

's mouth, ejaculating deep into her throat. Mom seemed to have swallowed too deeply from my thick penis, and she couldn't help but shed

a few tears, but she still held onto my throbbing penis tightly, accepting my fierce bursts. Mom swallowed

every drop of semen, not leaving a single drop.

After I had completely ejaculated, Mom swallowed the last mouthful of semen, then spat out the glans and

began to clean my penis with her tongue, rolling the semen off it into her mouth with the tip of her tongue, and then

sucking the semen from my urethra after taking the entire glans into her mouth. This unexpected act of sucking my semen sent me into a frenzy of pleasure,

my arms outstretched, gripping the sheets wide, my whole body trembling uncontrollably. It was pure ecstasy, almost driving me insane!

After Mom finished cleaning my penis, I opened my eyes wide, looking at the ceiling, and asked her, "

Mommy Thank you for your hard work, Mommy." Mom stroked my thighs, saying that her son's mommy just loves to eat.

Hearing Mom's passionate, wanton words, my penis, which had begun to soften after the intense stimulation,

suddenly became engorged and hard again. Mom also noticed the thick, long penis in her hand suddenly throbbing and asked if I wanted more.

"Really?" I said, and Mom asked again, "How can I make it feel good?" I sat up and looked at Mom's breasts, which were like

works of art , and asked, "Can I touch Mommy's breasts?" Mom said yes and took my hands, directly grasping her

two huge breasts.

It was the first time I had felt Mommy's firm breasts from the front, and the smooth touch in my hands moved me

deeply . Because her breasts were so big, my palms couldn't cover them, so I could only knead them vigorously,

deforming and overflowing the soft but elastic flesh between my fingers. Mommy blushed, lowered her head,

closed her eyes but let out barely perceptible soft moans from her slightly open mouth.

I said, "Mommy, can I lie down and touch you?" Mommy leaned back and let me press down on her to continue rubbing her

breasts.

Without me noticing, Mommy had already taken off her uniform skirt, and she was only wearing black transparent

pantyhose and a lace panty underneath. I excitedly rubbed

Mommy's breasts while rubbing her mons pubis with my erect penis. Even through the stockings and panties, I could still feel

the heat emanating from beneath them. As I rubbed my genitals, I glanced at my mother's vulva and saw moisture seeping through

the stockings, mixing with the fluid from my penis. Just seeing it excited me

immensely .

My mother, her large breasts being rubbed, gripped the sheets tightly, just like I had before, seemingly struggling to bear it

. I asked her if it felt good. She closed her eyes and said it felt great, which

encouraged me to rub her breasts even harder, occasionally teasing the pink nipples, making her

tremble with pleasure. Meanwhile, my penis rubbed against her vulva through the sheer

stockings , watching her slender legs in black stockings rub against each other—it must have felt

good too.

I was already touching her breasts; sucking on them shouldn't be a problem, right? I lowered my head and licked my mother's pink

nipple. She trembled slightly, and seeing that she didn't object, I put my mouth directly to one of her large breasts and started

sucking. Although I couldn't get any milk out, it felt

incredibly good to suck and lick such beautiful, snowy breasts. While I was sucking her nipple, my mother held my head, like encouraging a baby to nurse, full of

maternal love .

As I caressed and licked my mother's breasts, I tentatively asked, "Can I put it in?" My mother suddenly

opened her eyes and asked what? I asked again, "Can I put it in? I want to put it in Mommy's vagina." My mother looked into my

eyes without saying a word, and I stopped rubbing her breasts and my genitals, waiting for her response. After

a long while , my mother said, "Don't do it yet, okay? Can I just rub it until I ejaculate?" Although I

was a little disappointed by my mother's response, I still seized the opportunity, pressed myself against my mother, pinched her soft, snowy breasts,

and rubbed my hard penis against her lower body, against her smooth, black, transparent pantyhose.

Just as I was about to reach my climax, I looked directly into my mother's big eyes and said, "Mommy, I'm about to

come."

Hearing this, my mother said, "Shoot it all in Mommy," and then grabbed my head, pulling me towards her and

kissing . Overwhelmed by that kiss, I couldn't resist the surge of pleasure, and my glans

exploded as I ejaculated against my mother's vulva.

With each thrust, I felt my mother's body tremble. After more than ten spurts, my semen smeared all

over 's black stockings. Even after ejaculating, I didn't stop

kissing my mother. Only about ten minutes after I finished did we release each other and lie on the bed, panting.

After regaining my senses, Mom took off her sticky black sheer pantyhose and started tidying her clothes. She casually

reminded me to take the sheets to the balcony to wash later. I agreed and then asked if I could penetrate her next time.

Mom, while buttoning her shirt, blushed and said we'd talk about it later, then got dressed and left my

room.

Chapter Twelve: Crossing the Boundary .

Dad has been home a lot lately, making it difficult to find opportunities to be intimate with Mom. Occasionally,

I'd seize the chance to steal a few gropes of Mom's stockinged buttocks, but only a few times. A few times

when Dad was away, I'd quickly have my fill with Mom, ejaculating several times in a row. At first,

I'd ask Mom if I could penetrate her when I was about to lose control. Mom seemed hesitant but ultimately declined, so

I stopped asking. I simply enjoyed the pleasure of rubbing Mom's genitals and ejaculating through her stockings.

Although I've always wanted to actually have sex with my mom, it might be too much for her. I wonder

if she feels that without my penis penetrating her, it's not true incest, so what we have now is acceptable, at most just

excessive intimacy between mother and son.

It's been two weeks since I last slept with my mom. During these two weeks, my dad has

been home almost every day after work, and hasn't gone out on weekends. He's probably quite content enjoying family time at home, but I'm practically suffering from

internal pent-up desire. Especially after I started having my mom help me release my pent-up desire, I've almost stopped masturbating

. Since ejaculating on my mom is so pleasurable, why bother doing it myself? As a result, these past two weeks I

've been holding back so much that I'm practically spitting out my semen. My mom can probably tell I'm really suffering, because

lately, the way I look at her stockinged legs is practically spitting fire, like I want to devour her. My mom also tells me

to hold back , and not to be presumptuous when my dad's around.

Finally, my dad has to go on a business trip out of town for two days. After Dad left with his luggage and closed the door,

I couldn't wait to reach under Mom's skirt and rub her stockinged buttocks. I grabbed Mom and started kissing her. Mom

said I had been holding back for a long time and it had been tough, and that she had made me feel good all day. I happily pulled Mom towards the room,

but she told me to go back to my room first and she would come over later. Although I don't know why, Mom has been...

"It's mine now, it doesn't matter if I wait a bit." A few minutes after returning to the room, Mom pushed open the door and came

in

. As soon as she entered, she grabbed my head and we passionately kissed, our tongues entwined. Because I'm much shorter than Mom, standing and kissing for a long time while looking up was quite tiring, so I pushed Mom onto the bed to continue kissing.

While kissing, I lifted up Mom's top, then quickly unhooked her black lace

bra and began to vigorously rub and suckle her G-cup white, tender breasts hidden beneath the bra.

Under my caresses, Mom arched her chest and tilted her head back, emitting soft, sweet moans, looking

like she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Encouraged by Mom's charming reaction, I rubbed Mom's elastic, wanton breasts even harder

. While caressing Mom's breasts, my legs

intertwined with Mom's slender, beautiful legs clad in black sheer stockings, rubbing against each other. Feeling the smooth touch of the stockings on my legs was so comfortable that

I lost all sense of where I was.

I pulled out my massive member from my pants and rubbed it

against , leaving a trail of clear, sticky fluid on her legs clad in thin black stockings. My mother

, while passionately kissing me, gently stroked my 18-centimeter-long

penis back and forth. Because I hadn't ejaculated in so long, I felt like I was about to burst as soon as she touched my penis.

I quickly stopped her hand and told her to stop, otherwise I was about to ejaculate,

and I wanted to savor my first ejaculation. My mother smiled and stopped stroking, simply holding my

penis still.

Following the principle of reciprocity, I reached under my mother's skirt and touched her private parts

, feeling something hot and wet. Why was she so wet even though she was wearing stockings? I lifted her skirt and looked down

—she wasn't wearing any underwear! Beneath the sheer black stockings were my mother's sparse pubic hair and

a damp patch, the tantalizing glimpse almost making me faint from over-excitement. So, did Mom take

off ?

Even during our many intimate moments, when we were practically naked, Mom always insisted on wearing lace panties under her stockings

. This time, seeing her only in stockings was both surprising and delightful.

Although I'd been rejected many times before, I felt hopeful this time, so I sat up and tentatively

asked Mom again, "Can I penetrate you?" Mom held my penis, gently stroking it

while After a long while, she nodded, her face flushed to her neck. Overjoyed, I couldn't believe

Mom had agreed. I pounced on her like a puppy, kissing and licking her. Mom pulled out

an unopened condom from behind her back, saying I should wear it if she wanted to penetrate me. Since I'd never worn one before, I asked

Mom to put it on for me. Mom unpacked the condom, grasped my thick, long penis, and put it on from the top, then slowly rolled the rubber

sheath down. Just that simple action of Mom putting on the condom almost made me ejaculate,

but the thought of penetrating Mom's body soon kept me from ejaculating.

After putting on the condom, Mom took off her top and skirt, and when she was about to take off her stockings,

I stopped her. I said I wanted Mom to have sex with me while wearing stockings, and she scolded me, saying it was lewd, and then

kept wearing her black sheer stockings. Mom asked how to do it. I imitated the techniques I'd learned from watching porn and reading comics online

, tearing a hole in the crotch of Mom's thin stockings with my hand, and then trying to insert my erect penis into the

hole . But because I was a virgin and had never had penetration before, I

kept poking and prodding at Mom's genitals, sweating profusely. Knowing my inexperience, Mom

reached out and grasped my condom-covered penis, gently moving it to a position where it pressed against a warm, moist

opening.

Knowing that incest was about to begin, I said, "Mommy, I'm going to

put it in now," and Mom nodded in approval. I grabbed Mom's buttocks, clad in black stockings, and slowly pushed

my penis forward, forcing the head of my penis into that mysterious little hole. The moment the head entered,

Mom's whole body began to tremble, her hands gripping my arms tightly. I asked if it hurt, and Mom

said no, and then I thrust my hips, slowly penetrating the entire length of my penis into her vagina. As

my thick penis swelled to the hilt, Mom threw her head back and groaned, but it was unclear whether it was pleasure or pain.

After I fully inserted my penis into my mother's body, even through the condom, I

could feel that her vagina was not only narrow but also very wet and hot.

The pleasure was on a completely different level compared to when she held it in her hand or gave me oral sex. The tightness of

her vagina gave me such intense pleasure that just the insertion itself, the way it gripped me, was enough to make me almost ejaculate. Once it was fully inside, the pleasure was

unbearable; I couldn't hold back for even a second longer and just burst out. A wave of pleasure shot straight to my head, making

my vision go white, and my ejaculation began, my semen gushing out deep inside her vagina. Hearing

my screams and trembling, my mother knew I had ejaculated. She endured the feeling of my penis forcing her open,

letting me ejaculate deep inside her.

After a dozen or so intense spasms of orgasm, I finally released my first load of

virgin .

My mother nudged me, signaling me to withdraw from her body. Trembling, I slowly pulled my still-erect

penis out of her. The condom covering my penis had a small sac at the tip, now

filled a large ball of cloudy semen. My mother slowly rolled the rubber sheath up from the base of my penis,

pulled the condom off my glans, and then put her mouth to my glans, licking and sucking

away all the remaining semen with her tongue, which sent a shiver down my spine.

After confirming that all the semen had been licked away, Mom took out another condom and gently put it

on me. Then she held my penis against her vaginal opening. I spread Mom's long, black-stockinged legs into an M-shape,

placed my hands on her thighs, and then slowly inserted my rock-hard penis into her narrow

vagina.

We were both more prepared for the second insertion. This time, Mom leaned back against the pillow, watching

my thick penis gradually penetrate her vagina. Hearing Mom whisper, "It's so big, it actually goes

in," gave me a strange sense of accomplishment. I asked Mom, "Is my penis big?" Mom said

it was huge , like a monster, which made me smile smugly. Mom rolled her eyes at me and slapped my butt, saying

, "Hurry up and move!" So I slowly started moving my hips back and forth.

Because it was my first time with a woman, the movements were very awkward. But because the movements were awkward, I moved slowly,

so Mom wouldn't be hurt too much by my super thick penis all at once. We adjusted the relative positions of our

lower bodies , finding a way for me to exert force, and then I tried thrusting my hips to drain

my mother dry. Fortunately, I had already ejaculated the first time, so the second time I entered her body wasn't as immediate,

allowing me to slowly adjust the rhythm and angle. After a few minutes, the thrusting became much smoother, allowing

me to increase the speed and force, thrusting my hips back and forth while fucking my mother.

Although my penis was very thick and long, the large amount of vaginal fluid secreted by my mother due to her mating instincts

served as lubrication, and with my continuous thrusting, even more translucent vaginal fluid flowed out.

Her beautiful legs, which had been spread out on the bed in an M-shape, now swayed helplessly in the air because of my thrusting. I placed

my mother's long, black-stockinged legs on my shoulders, hugged her thighs, and turned to kiss her stockinged legs while thrusting,

it felt incredibly good. My mother's moans were initially mainly painful, but as time went on, the painful sounds gradually

transformed into sweet moans. I could tell from the sounds that Mom was getting more and more comfortable, which gave me even more motivation.

While thrusting, I pressed myself against Mom, kneading and sucking her G-cup

breasts , and Mom, while I licked her breasts, held my head, showing her maternal love.

The second penetration was much better than the first, which was so quick, but the overwhelming incestuous pleasure still made it

difficult for me to last long. At least this time I had the leeway to say, "Mommy, I'm going to cum," and Mom hugged me tightly, saying, "

Come on, cum." I squeezed Mom's stockinged buttocks with both hands, pressed my mouth against hers, and sucked hard.

Then, I thrust my penis to the very bottom, ejaculating a second round of desire deep inside Mom's vagina.

This time, the intensity and duration of the ejaculation were no less than the first. Even as I ejaculated, I continued to

thrust into Mom, the pleasure making us both tremble and cling to each other. Mom held me tightly, silently

enduring my thrusts and ejaculation, allowing me to kiss her lips comfortably, exchanging saliva with her. After a dozen

or so thrusts and ejaculations, I collapsed, exhausted, onto my mother, unable to move.

She gasped for breath, holding my head and asking if I felt good. I said it felt great, thank you, Mom. I asked her if

she felt good too, and she said it felt great, even though my penis was too big and it hurt a little at first,

but then it felt good. I asked if she had an orgasm, and she smiled and said it was okay, she felt

great. Knowing she hadn't had an orgasm, I felt a little disappointed, but I resolved to make her orgasm

next time .

Once I was less breathless, I pulled my penis out. Because it was almost fully erect

, the condom was still clinging tightly to the shaft. The reservoir tip was

full , only not as cloudy. My mother removed the condom from my penis, tied a

knot, and threw it in the trash. Then we lay down on the bed to rest, one on each side of each other.

Having already slept with my mother, I felt I could

ask her about many things I hadn't understood before.

I asked her why she agreed to let me penetrate her this time, and she said that after a few intimate encounters, she felt it was okay. Before, she felt

it wasn't appropriate for a mother and son to actually have sex, and since I had been holding back for so long, she felt

guilty and wanted to make it up to me by giving me a thorough and satisfying experience. Most importantly, my penis is

so thick and long that after looking at and touching it for a while, she really wanted to know what it felt like to be penetrated.

She said she knew about me masturbating with her stockings; the trash can had been rummaged through, and

there were always traces of sticky fluid on the stockings I wore in the closet—I had thought it was all perfect. I then asked if

she knew about the times I accidentally ejaculated while hugging her, and she said she knew, but she just thought it was a

normal physiological phenomenon for a son, and that there was nothing she could do about it when a man and woman's bodies were close together. I asked her when she felt

she wanted to have sex with me, and she said it was after he helped me masturbate in the bathroom. She said she'd never seen anything like it before

, and thought it was ridiculously big, imagining how pleasurable it would feel inside her.

I asked how big her dad was, and she said about two-thirds the size of mine, she hadn't measured it, but it was a normal size. I

asked if she ever had an orgasm with her dad. She said shyly that she didn't think she'd ever had one, just felt

very comfortable, but it didn't feel like the kind of orgasm others described. I asked if it was more pleasurable with me.

She said it was much more pleasurable, and she felt so glad she'd had sex with me, because she knew it could be so pleasurable. This

made me even more determined to make her orgasm, otherwise it would feel like a regret.

She also asked how long I could stay erect, and I said about fifth grade, but I didn't mention anything about my sister

(of course, I couldn't). She asked when I started wanting to have sex with her, and I said about sixth grade, that

constantly touching her stockings would excite me and make me want to have sex with her. Mom was startled and said it was too early. I said

that was only two years ago, and I'm only in the second year of junior high school now. Mom thought about it and agreed. Mom then asked if I felt it was too early compared to when I was fourteen.

My son's mother was so lewd and dirty when she had sex with him. I said, "What's wrong with me joining in? It's

comfortable, and nobody knows." Then, my mother said earnestly, "Our sexual relationship isn't good. If

others find out about incest, it'll be very serious. So we should be discreet and act like mother and

son ." I asked, "What about at home?" My mother blushed and said, "If Dad isn't home, it's okay to make my son comfortable

, but we should be moderate and not do it too often."

I asked, "Can we always wear stockings when we have sex?" My mother said, "I like it, so I always wear them." I asked, "Can we

always wear stockings at home?" She said, "Only when Dad isn't around can you touch me." I agreed.

As we talked, I got an erection again and immediately asked my mother if we could do it again. My mother looked at my hard, swollen penis in surprise

, nodded, and grabbed another condom to prepare for our encounter.

Chapter Thirteen: Unprotected Sex

. My mother seemed to enjoy our sexual relationship as well. Whenever Dad was away for more than two hours,

we would have sex at least once. As a result, my mom's stocking consumption and my condom consumption increased rapidly. Each time

, we had use a separate, secret trash bag specifically for collecting torn stockings and condoms. However, buying condoms

seemed a bit odd if I went to buy them myself, as they were too small. So, my mom always went to buy them. After our first time having sex,

we quickly made love more than ten times within a few days. But each time, my mom only felt very comfortable and

didn't seem to have an orgasm. Although she said it was okay and she felt very comfortable, I always felt

unsatisfied that only I orgasmed, and I still thought it would be great if my mom could orgasm too.

The opportunity to have sex came when my dad had an unexpected online meeting that night. Although it was online, he still went to the company

. Seizing the opportunity, I winked at my mom, and she smiled slightly at me, waiting for my dad to leave. After

my dad left, I grabbed my mom in the living room and started kissing her passionately. My mom stopped me, saying we should talk in the room.

I quickly pulled my mom into my room and we started kissing passionately. Mom quickly

said, "Hurry up while Dad's not around." I said okay, and then I started rummaging through the secret drawer where we usually kept the condoms. But

after searching, I found they were all gone.

Mom asked, "Didn't you buy any?" I said, "We used them all up last time because we did it too much,

and we didn't

have time to buy more." Mom blushed and scolded me for always talking about sex, saying, "Just say 'do it'!" I laughed and said, "Talking about sex feels so good!" Mom then smacked me. I asked if Dad had any condoms. Mom said she was afraid Dad would be cunning,

so she never took any from him. Besides, the size was too tight for me. I asked if we should go buy some now. Mom said

it felt strange to buy condoms at night, like being too horny or needing to solicit a prostitute. She added that we needed to hurry, and if we went to buy

more , we might not have enough time.

We stood facing each other, hugging and rubbing our genitals together, wondering what to do. Having already

taken off my pants , I lifted my mother's skirt and thrust my erect penis into her

thighs, which were clad in sheer light gray pantyhose. In a tentative tone, I asked, "How about we don't use a condom?" My mother paused, staring into my eyes

, seemingly lost in thought. After a long while, she blushed and nodded. Excited, I immediately cheered

. My mother scolded me, saying, "What's there to be happy about? It's just this once.

" Having won the "no-condom" award, I kissed my mother passionately, sucking her so hard she almost couldn't breathe.

After catching her breath, she asked me to take off her panties. I said no, and then had her turn around

and stand , intending to enter her from behind. Having obediently made love to her in the past, my mother probably knew what I

wanted, so she slightly opened her legs to accommodate my shorter stature. I tore open her sheer light gray

pantyhose , and was scolded for being so impatient. I chuckled, then

pulled aside my mother's black lace panties through the tear in her stockings. I pressed my hot, throbbing glans against her wet, warm vagina from behind, saying, "Mommy, I'm going in

!" My mother agreed, and I grabbed her stockinged buttocks, gently pushing my swollen glans into her

tight opening.

The unprotected sensation of my glans against her opening was already stimulating, and

as I began to penetrate, I felt an unprecedented, delicate sensation, especially the warm, moist, and wrinkled

feeling of the vaginal walls—like thousands of tentacles massaging my penis. Because my mother's vagina was so narrow,

the pressure on my penis during penetration was particularly strong, and the moist yet elastic passage

stimulated immensely.

"So this is what it feels like to not wear a condom," I

thought .

My mother, leaning against the wall, felt her legs go weak, letting out soft moans of pleasure, yet struggling to support herself on the wall—

a truly pitiful sight. I unbuttoned my mother's blouse and forcefully lifted her bra, letting her G-

cup breasts bounce out. I then used my hands to hold them from behind,

preventing them from swaying as I thrust into her. Whether it was because being penetrated from behind while standing was so pleasurable, or because

there was no condom between us, my mother's moans were particularly loud and sweet, almost bringing me

to ejaculation .

If I hadn't already had sex with my mother more than ten times before, I definitely wouldn't have been able to resist the stimulation of not wearing a condom this time

. I pinched my mother's smooth, snow-white breasts and repeatedly thrust into her

pert buttocks, which were covered in ultra-thin light gray stockings, from behind. My mother's elastic, stocking-clad buttocks rippled with each thrust

, a beautiful sight indeed.

My mother had initially spread her legs to accommodate my height, but as I thrust into her, the waves of pleasure she felt caused her to

bring her legs together but slightly bent, almost unable to stand. I noticed her body was getting lower and lower, so I quickly grabbed

her waist and moved her so she was leaning against the edge of the bed, allowing me to penetrate her from behind. I asked my mother if it felt good,

but she just kept moaning and couldn't speak. The pleasurable sensations from thrusting into my mother's genitals made me...

I accelerated my thrusts against my mother's stocking-clad buttocks, feeling the unobstructed, zero-distance contact between our flesh and skin.

My mother's slender arms and legs were too weak to support her, and she was lying on the bed, unable to move, as I fucked

her. I was pressed down on her back, and with each thrust, I was bounced back by her elastic, stocking-clad buttocks before I

immediately plunged back into her hot, narrow passage. My mother's moans from my thrusting grew louder and louder,

and I was also sweating profusely and panting heavily from the intense fucking.

Suddenly, my mother's hands gripped the sheets tightly, as if she wanted to tear them, and then she began to moan in a

sweet , tearful voice. Accompanying the alluring moans was the frantic contraction of my

vagina , the walls spasming in waves, gripping my hot, erect penis

so tightly I couldn't control myself. I was instantly brought to my climax, a jolt of pleasure coursing through my body. I thrust my glans

deep into her womb, ejaculating thick streams of semen. My

mother cried out incessantly, her grip on the sheets tightening dramatically, driving me to ejaculate even more forcefully, as if trying to pierce her cervix and penetrate her uterus. As I pressed against her silk-stockinged buttocks, I could almost feel my semen inside her, the almost synchronized, powerful contractions of our genitals . Only after my powerful, prolonged ejaculation did my mother cease her sweet moans, releasing her grip and collapsing onto the bed, panting heavily. I, too, was limp from the intense orgasm, lying on top of her, too exhausted to move. My penis, still inside my mother after ejaculating, continued to throb, savoring the afterglow of her ultimate orgasm . We rested like that, intertwined, for a few minutes before my mother softly said, "Mommy thinks I just had an orgasm." I was both surprised and delighted, "Really? How did you have an orgasm?" My mother said that before it was just comfortable, but just now it was amazing, so amazing that my vagina and head felt like they were going to explode, that must be an orgasm. I turned my mother over so were facing each other on the bed, and kissed her hard, saying, "I'm so happy, Mommy had an orgasm." My mother, panting, said, "Mommy felt so good just now." Realizing she had said "so good," my mother felt shy and lowered her head, saying, "It felt so good. " I said to my mother, moved, "Mommy, you're so cute, I love you." My mother kissed me back and said, "Mommy loves you too." Then, smiling, she held my hard penis and said, "Mommy feels so good, so comfortable, I can't live without you , what am I going to do?" I laughed and said, "Can't live without me or can't live without my penis?" My mother then smacked me on the head. Mom slowly stroked my penis, then asked if I wanted it again. I said I really wanted it, and it was true. Mom had me lie on the bed, then took off her shirt, bra, and skirt, rolled over, and straddled me. She slightly propped herself up, so my erect penis pressed against her still dripping hot semen . Then, with her hands on my chest, she opened her mouth wide and slowly sat down. Watching my thick, long penis being gradually swallowed inch by inch by my mother's vagina was visually stunning. Being rode by from above also provided a different, subtle sensation, completely different from entering from above or behind. Mom, with her hands on my chest, squeezed her large, white breasts, moaning lasciviously and rocking . Watching her white, teardrop-shaped breasts sway back and forth almost made my eyes blur. I gripped my mother's thighs, clad in sheer light gray stockings, which were sandwiched between my sides, struggling to suppress the urge to ejaculate. In truth, if I hadn't already ejaculated, I wouldn't have been able to resist being ridden like this. Especially since it was the first time I'd had sex with my mother without a condom; the close contact was almost unbearable. I wondered how I could ever use a condom again, especially the addictive pleasure . My mother bit her lip, suppressing the intense pleasure from her swaying lower body. Unlike me, who was craving pleasure and wanting to climax quickly, I was trying to hold back my ejaculation. As I stroked my mother's stockinged thighs, I felt almost dizzy from the sight of her swaying breasts. Afraid of losing control, I quickly grabbed her G -cup breasts to stop them from moving, but the elastic yet soft touch only intensified my impending ejaculation. Perhaps feeling that the back-and-forth motion wasn't enough, Mom shifted her light gray stockinged legs, which had been kneeling on either side of me, into a squatting position. She used her tight, beautiful vagina to manipulate my thick penis, moving it up and down . Watching my 18-centimeter-long shaft being pulled in and out of her hot, wet vagina, turning the semen I had just ejaculated into a white, foamy substance that flowed down my shaft, was incredibly pleasurable. Just as I was about to ejaculate, Mom reached her climax . She slumped down, completely engulfing my penis with her hot, wet vagina, and then let out another sweet , long, lewd moan, arching her back against my chest and convulsing wildly. With my mother sitting on me, I could no longer resist. I thrust upwards into her core, trembling as I ejaculated my thick, turbid fluid—I didn't know if it would impregnate her—deepest inside her vagina. We both reached an unparalleled climax, a blissful , melting sensation. Only after a long while did we collapse, panting and resting, ending this intense, passionate incestuous intercourse. Chapter Fourteen: The unprotected sex that night was unforgettable, but opportunities to do so without a condom were rare. My mother was still afraid of pregnancy. Although we both experienced extreme pleasure that time she let me penetrate her calculated her safe period beforehand, deciding it was a relatively safe time before we had sex without a condom. Such opportunities were rare. I asked my mother if she and my father always used condoms. She said they hadn't done it many times , and she always obediently asked him to use one. My mother also asked if I would be jealous since she and my father still occasionally had sex.

I told her that Mom is Dad's wife after all, and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm

already very satisfied to have sex with such a beautiful and sexy mom. Mom was very happy to hear that and promised to make me feel

comfortable .

However, we still had to agree on three rules. First, I absolutely cannot touch her when Dad is home;

second, I must still treat her as my mother, and our relationship is still mother and son, not as

a woman ; and finally, unless there are special circumstances, I must use a condom during sex.

But even the first rule was hard to bear. Dad is already quite often away from home, but the opportunities to have sex with Mom during these

breaks are far less than my desire to have sex with her. It's often

a case of "two days on, ten days off." Mom knows that I have a high sex drive during puberty, and

besides , she can only try to find time to be intimate with me.

The best opportunity came soon. My aunt's son was getting married in the east, and because it was a long drive,

many of us relatives who were going to attend booked hotels locally and stayed there one day before the wedding. My older sister

was at boarding school and couldn't attend, and Dad didn't like long trips, so he said Mom could go instead. I immediately

volunteered to go with Mom, and Dad agreed, saying we should take care of each other. Mom and I

exchanged a knowing smile behind Dad's back, knowing this overnight stay at the wedding banquet would turn into our

night of passion.

That day, Mom wore semi-transparent black stockings with a jacket and a pink dress, which

looked incredibly alluring on her curvaceous figure. On the way, seeing those beautiful legs in black stockings, I couldn't resist

reaching out to touch Mom's thighs. Knowing the journey was long, I couldn't do anything along the way, so

Mom could only give me a few eye rolls and let me harass her, letting me satisfy my craving for stockings.

After arriving at our destination, we took a taxi with our luggage to the hotel where we would be staying that night.

As soon as we closed the door, I pushed Mom down onto the bed and started kissing her passionately.

Mom knew I'd been holding back for so long, only able to touch her stockinged thighs, so she let me pin

her down and kiss her to my heart's content. While we were passionately kissing, I deftly pulled down my pants, pressing my 18-centimeter-long

penis against her thigh, rubbing it against her smooth, black-stockinged legs.

We exchanged saliva, sucking each other's tongues until we were both almost breathless, then

sat up on the bed, eagerly taking off our shirts, ready for a passionate encounter. As I took off my t

-shirt, Mom quickly removed her jacket and pink dress. That's when I

realized she wasn't wearing anything under her dress—or rather, just a

lace and a full-body pantyhose made of black stockings from the sleeves to the top and bottom,

without a bra. Mom had only worn the pantyhose, plus the dress and jacket, before we left for the bus!

Mom probably knew I'd be touching her stockinged thighs all the way to the hotel, so she was still wearing black lace panties

to prevent her juices from flowing too much, but she took them off immediately. Now she was only covered by a sheer

black bodysuit, her two G-cup breasts and slender waist accentuated

even more. Her sexy, mature body was almost excessively lewd; just looking at it made my penis

want to explode. I excitedly asked, "Mommy, when did you buy this?" Mom only said, "Do you like it? It was specially

prepared for me." Then she had me sit on the edge of the bed while she knelt on the floor, holding my hot penis and beginning to

perform oral sex on me. Seeing a large-breasted beauty wearing only a sheer black bodysuit kneeling on the floor,

carefully licking my glans, any male creature would probably be moved to tears.

I pulled my mother onto the bed, lay down first, and had her straddle me with her back to me. Then, using a position I'd learned

online , I performed oral sex on her in a 69 position. My mother seemed a little surprised that I

knew this kind of thing, but she quickly became engrossed in our mutual service. I

gently licked her sparsely haired genitals with my tongue, causing her already wet vulva to

overflow .

Occasionally, because I sucked hard on her labia directly, she would become limp from the overstimulation,

only able to weakly moan with my glans in her mouth, unable to move. When she tried to struggle to get her genitals away from my tongue,

I would grab her long, black-stockinged legs to keep her from moving, continuing to attack her most private parts, making it

impossible for her to concentrate on oral sex.

Feeling that my mother was almost losing herself, I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, pressing her long

, black-stockinged legs to her shoulders, preparing to thrust in. It was only then that Mom suddenly came to her senses and told me to

put on a condom before coming in.

Although I was a little unhappy about being interrupted, to respect our three-point agreement, I went to find

a condom , put it on, and then, in the same position where I had pinned Mom down, thrust my hot, hard penis into her wet vagina.

It had been so long since I'd made love with Mom; the feeling of relieving a drought was incredibly pleasurable, from head to toe. Even through

the condom, her moist, warm passage tightly gripped my thick penis, making every thrust

feel both incredibly pleasurable and suffocating, so tight I was almost about to ejaculate. I complained to Mom, "Mommy, your

vagina is too tight." Mom blushed and replied, "It's because your penis is too thick! Mommy is about to be stretched to the limit!"

Encouraged by my mother's praise of my powerful genitals, I began to thrust forcefully from above,

ravaging her exquisite honey pot.

I vigorously rubbed her soft, large breasts, flattened by her own legs, through her stockings.

The feeling was completely different from rubbing them directly with my hands; the added silky smoothness of the stockings satisfied

both the material of the stockings and the elasticity of her breasts, making me feel like I was about to ejaculate just from rubbing them. Those G-cup breasts...

Milk dripped from beneath her black stockings, constantly shifting and overflowing as I rubbed it in my hands. My mother

moaned repeatedly as I fucked her, giving me intense stimulation through touch, sight, and sound.

Because I hadn't made love to my mother in so long, and had just received her passionate oral sex, I was already

extremely excited. After penetrating her, I couldn't last long, so I pressed down hard,

unleashing my pent-up incestuous fluids within her. The intensity and pleasure of my ejaculation made me worry

whether the condom could hold up. As I ejaculated, my mother could only moan sweetly, her body trembling

as I brought her to a long-awaited, intense orgasm. Usually, after an orgasm, we would rest for a bit, change

the condom , and continue, but this time I was too excited. I flipped my mother over, supporting her on all fours, and

grabbed her waist from behind, her entire body covered in sheer black stockings. Without even pulling out, I continued to fuck

her relentlessly.

My mother, still reeling from her climax, was being relentlessly thrust into by me, moaning and groaning. She

had no chance to resist or speak, only to be repeatedly penetrated by my thick, long weapon, my

18- centimeter penis withdrawn completely, then thrust back in, repeating this cyclical piston-like motion. From behind

, like a male dog fucking a female dog, I immediately felt her vagina contract again, the muscles

gripping my shaft with incredible force, like a juicer, making me unable to hold back my ejaculation.

I squeezed her black-stockinged buttocks again, releasing my second load of semen with blissful pleasure.

After two ejaculations, I pulled out my erect penis, removed the condom that was overflowing with semen , quickly replaced it with a new one, and before my mother could even catch her breath, I fiercely thrust into her irresistibly alluring vagina

from behind .

My mother was bombarded with my relentless stimulation until she could only cry out

and moan. Her limbs, weakened by the excessive stimulation, could no longer support her body. So, I had

her lie on her side on the bed, wearing black sheer stockings, and grabbed one of her black-stockinged thighs, then began to thrust into her violently from the side.

Soon after, she experienced another orgasmic contraction, but because I had pinned her down, she couldn't move.

She could only grip the sheets tightly with her hands, trying to suppress her cries, biting her lower lip but unable to control her sweet

moans . Almost every time I heard my mother's alluring sounds during orgasm, I couldn't help but ejaculate

.

This time, upon hearing her sweet moans of reaching her peak, coupled with the continuous spasms and contractions deep within her vagina,

I was once again overwhelmed by her and ejaculated violently. Holding her stockinged leg, I thrust into her beautiful vagina,

wanting to make the ejaculation process even more pleasurable.

After ejaculating three times in a row, I finally released my mother's beautiful legs clad in stockings.

I lay down behind her, holding her, who was clad in smooth stockings, to rest. My mother, panting, asked me why I had been so rough this time. I said it was because

Mommy secretly wore this sexy stocking outfit, which made me incredibly excited. It had also been a long time since I had sex with Mommy, which was why I had

made her so exhausted. I then asked her, knowing the answer already, if she had enjoyed it. My mother, exhausted, replied, "Do you even need to ask?

You've made me feel like I'm falling apart. I've been having orgasms so many times I'm almost going crazy." I smiled smugly, then

held my mother's soft body and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Chapter Fifteen: Cheongsam

Because the next day was a wedding banquet at noon, my mother had to help with the reception. She had to get up early to get

ready before heading to the banquet restaurant. That day, my mother wore a very fitted, slit cheongsam,

with . Before leaving, my mother reminded me that I had to help with the banquet today, so I couldn't

do anything reckless. I nodded and secretly touched my mother's thigh, which was clad in sheer stockings, before obediently

following her out to the wedding banquet.

My mother had put on beautiful makeup and styled her long hair in elaborate updos, which, combined with her slit

cheongsam gave her a classic beauty. Her stockinged legs shimmered slightly, captivating my gaze. If

my mother hadn't warned me beforehand not to do anything inappropriate at the banquet, I would have already taken advantage of her at the restaurant. Even though I had already ejaculated many times with her

yesterday , seeing her sexy appearance in her cheongsam and stockings today still

made me uncontrollably aroused.

The entire banquet went smoothly. After helping collect the wedding gifts, my mother returned to our table.

While exchanging pleasantries with relatives and friends, they all praised my mother's beauty, exactly as I had imagined. Although

my mother usually beautiful, the form-fitting cheongsam today accentuated her ample bosom and shapely hips. Especially

her long legs, clad in ultra-thin stockings, were exposed due to the slit in her cheongsam, making one want to

lick those alluring thighs with their tongues.

During the meal, I kept reaching under the table to caress my mother's shapely legs in stockings. Of course,

my mother knew this, but with so many relatives and friends around, she couldn't directly embarrass me. She would only

slightly dodge my hands, and when she couldn't avoid them, she had no choice but to resign herself to letting me caress her. I was certain that

my mother was already aroused by my touching her stockings. Before, whenever I touched her stockinged legs, she would

get wet down there, and this was certainly the case now. However, with so many people around, she couldn't do anything, so she could only

pretend to be calm and nothing was wrong.

But I was so hard from constantly rubbing and caressing her stockinged legs that I couldn't stand it anymore.

When what was going on, glanced at me, probably thinking I had

something to say, and got up to follow me out of the venue. Before my mother could ask anything, I confirmed the men's restroom was empty

and shoved her inside. Then I opened the stall door, went in, and forcibly pulled her in as well.

Just as she was about to protest, she heard someone walk in and quickly covered her mouth in alarm.

We stood in the men's restroom stall, looking at each other silently, waiting for someone to leave. Once the footsteps faded away...

Afterwards, Mom scolded me in a breathy voice, saying I was asking if I was going to die for bringing me here. I said, "Mommy is so sexy today, I really

couldn't resist ." Then, without warning, I made Mom lean against the wall, quickly pulled down my pants, and

lifted Mom's cheongsam, tearing a small hole at the bottom of her pantyhose. The whole action was done in one smooth

motion

. Then, I pulled Mom's panties aside, raised my erect penis, and fiercely thrust it into Mom's already wet vagina. Mom was penetrated by my lightning-fast penetration within seconds, and didn't have time to react at all. She could only cover her mouth with one hand to try to suppress the stimulation and not

make a sound. I was afraid of making too much noise since I had already penetrated her flower path, so I could only pinch Mom's stockinged buttocks and slowly but

powerfully thrust in and out of that hot, beautiful hole.

In the narrow space of the men's restroom, under the stimulation that any sound would be discovered, I tried my best to

minimize the force of hitting Mom's buttocks, to minimize the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and

to seek . My mother's elbows were propped against the wall, her long legs in sheer stockings spread wide, allowing me to

penetrate her from behind on tiptoe. At first, she struggled, not wanting to have sex there, but once inside me, she

seemed to accept my lewdness, only able to enjoy it with her back to me. Even with minimal effort,

the impact of my genitals against her stockinged buttocks still produced soft slapping sounds, which could be serious if someone heard

. So I changed positions, with me sitting on the toilet and my mother straddling me,

slowly lowering her body so my erect penis could gently penetrate her vagina, starting from the glans.

Because my penis was so thick and long, my mother only needed to move up and down slightly to get enough

pleasure , and it didn't slip out—probably an advantage of a long penis. My

mother, already immersed in this incestuous act, held my head against her magnificent breasts, swaying and bobbing against me, occasionally lowering her head to

kiss me and exchange saliva—a truly lewd scene. I originally wanted to reach out and undo the cheongsam on my mother's chest, but she waved me

away . So I put my hand under her stockinged buttocks and rubbed it. I guessed she was afraid of messing up her clothes

and having trouble cleaning them up later, but it was also possible that she was afraid the stimulation of her breasts would be too much and she would cry out.

Suddenly, someone came in to use the restroom, and our bodies tensed up as we hugged each other.

But my mother, who was still stroking my penis with her vulva, didn't stop. She just slowed down a bit, making the

sticky, wet sounds of our genitals intertwining much quieter. After the footsteps of that person disappeared, she resumed her movements, vigorously stroking my penis. In this tense atmosphere, the pleasure soared to its peak in an instant. My mother felt my hand suddenly tightening its grip on her stockinged buttocks, and she probably knew that I was about to ejaculate. It was then that I realized I hadn't worn a condom. I wanted to lift her body up, pull out, and then ejaculate, but Mom was probably already overwhelmed by lust . She accelerated, using her vagina to lick my penis, which terrified me. In my extreme excitement, I managed to whisper, "Mommy, I didn't wear a condom. Should I pull out?" Mom watched me continue swaying her sexy body in her cheongsam and said it was okay, it would be easier to clean up if I ejaculated inside. Encouraged, I couldn't hold back any longer. I sat up and thrust upwards, grabbing Mom's beautiful buttocks covered in sheer stockings, and poured all my desire into the deepest part of her. Mom, drenched in my hot semen, also sat down forcefully one last time, trembling as she reached orgasm. Her back arched, her head tilted back, her eyes closed, her mouth wide open but she dared not make a sound, feeling the waves of pleasure coming from deep within her uterus. After we sat and enjoyed the afterglow of our final orgasm, Mom, panting, pulled out a tissue and held it against her genitals to prevent the semen from flowing out. My mother gestured for me to change positions, so I stood up and let her sit on the toilet, allowing the hot fluid I had ejaculated inside her to slowly flow out of her vagina. The sight was so lewd that my penis, which had softened slightly from the overstimulation after ejaculation, immediately became hard again. Seeing that my mother was sitting directly in front of my penis, I gritted my teeth and pressed my wet, slippery shaft against her rosy lips. My mother knew my intentions, gave me a disapproving look, and then obediently took my hard, semen-covered penis into her mouth, making me almost cry out in pleasure. Just as she had meticulously served me before, she held my penis and used her tongue to lick up every drop of the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid. After the entire penis had been licked clean, she began to tease it with both her mouth and hands, stimulating the glans with her tongue while rubbing my thick, hot penis with her hands. Still incredibly sensitive from just ejaculating, I was so aroused by my mother's passionate oral sex that I had to brace myself against the walls to keep from collapsing. Knowing we couldn't linger, my mother skillfully teased my glans with her tongue while simultaneously sucking hard on it, stimulating me so much I couldn't take it anymore. Less than three minutes into the oral sex, I ejaculated again into her cherry-like mouth. She thoughtfully swallowed every drop, not wasting a single drop. After my second satisfying ejaculation, she sent me out, leaving herself in the bathroom to let the semen drip away so she wouldn't be unable to leave. Half an hour after I returned to my seat, my mother finally back to join us for the wedding banquet, then pinched my thigh as punishment. Chapter Sixteen: Dramatic Change The overnight stay at the wedding banquet turned into an incestuous night, and even the wedding banquet the next day was turned into a toilet sex adventure by me. Although I was a little worried that my mother would be angry, her reaction seemed okay. Although she was a little upset, it seemed that she enjoyed it so much that she didn't say anything more afterward. I originally thought that would be the end of it, but the trouble happened a month later. That day, my mother's eyes were very different from usual. I couldn't find a suitable adjective, but it wasn't her usual flirtatious look . After breakfast, while my father was away, my mother asked me to sit at the table and then took...

A plastic stick was placed on the table. She asked if I knew what it was. I said no, and my mother said it was a pregnancy test.

I immediately tensed up, stammering about what it meant. My mother slowly revealed that she was pregnant.

This was a complete shock, leaving me speechless. After a long silence, I finally asked my mother, "Could it be

Dad's?" My mother said she hadn't had sex with Dad for over a month, only with me during that time, and

the father could only be me. I opened my mouth wide, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word. Finally, I said, "Is it because we didn't use a condom at

the wedding banquet That was the only time

we didn't use a condom in over a month."

I asked what we should do. My mother started to say something, then suddenly stopped, and tears silently streamed down her face.

My mother said it was all her fault, that she spoiled me too much. That time in the bathroom, she was so excited that she let me go in without a condom, and

she ejaculated all over me.

It was already incestuous sex, but now she's pregnant with a son. She's messed up all morals.

Will this child call you Dad or Brother? As I spoke, I broke down in tears. Getting my mother pregnant was just a habitual sexual

fantasy ; now that she was actually pregnant, I was also crying with anxiety. After all, I wasn't even fifteen yet,

and I'd never even considered being a father. I knew that incestuous pregnancies could result in children with birth defects,

and I had no idea what to do now.

We cried quietly for over ten minutes before my mother wiped away her tears and said, "Never mind anything else, you have

to get rid of it, otherwise Dad will find out you've been sleeping with someone else." I nodded. My mother added, "From now on, we'll just be good

mother and son; we can't do anything else." I asked, "Does that mean I can't have sex with Mom anymore?" My mother nodded, her eyes red

, and I sadly lowered my head and wept. Although I knew my sexual relationship with my mother was never good,

and I never expected it to last, this ending was truly unexpected, especially since

I was the one who ruined this incestuous relationship—because I was greedy for pleasure and had sex with my mother without a condom in the bathroom, even ejaculating inside

her.

After the abortion, Mom only told Dad she wasn't feeling well and rested at home for a while.

Feeling guilty, I tried my best to take care of her and let her do less housework. Aside from the black stockings she wore to work,

Mom rarely wore stockings at home anymore, and I stopped touching her body. I think that

's ; maintaining a mother-son relationship is already quite good. Although seeing Mom's familiar, sexy

body still arouses me, I just masturbate to relieve myself. And although I still use stockings to masturbate,

I'm afraid it will arouse my desire for Mom again, so I don't even use her stockings anymore. I'd rather buy my own to masturbate with; without

the warmth and scent of her body, I adjust the amount I use. Our family was back to square one.

Chapter Seventeen: The teacher

, like many men without sex, could only masturbate or go online

to see if he could find someone to have sex with. After ending my sexual relationship with my mother, I was offline for a while. In my third year of junior high,

I saw many of my classmates looking for boyfriends or girlfriends or chatting about sex on dating apps. Although I didn't know how many of them

successfully matched, I always wanted to try. I downloaded the app and tried it out for a while, but I found

that honestly saying I was fifteen years old didn't seem to work. I was too young and didn't know if I would have no market, so I lied and said I was eighteen.

Later, I did meet quite a few female chat partners, but I was probably not very good at chatting, and the conversation usually

ended after a few sentences.

The one I chatted with quite well was a thirty-four-year-old woman who claimed to be a teacher. Perhaps because I

was close to my mother's age, I was initially more interested in online friends over thirty. I told her I was eighteen

, and she didn't mind the age difference. We actually chatted quite happily. Of course, as we chatted on the dating app, the conversation

inevitably drifted into more intimate topics, eventually veerging towards adult themes. She said she'd never

had a relationship with someone so much younger, and I said I'd never been with older women either, only those around my age

(of course, I was bluffing), so I wanted to give it a try. I sent her a picture of my erect penis, and she said it was huge

and she was interested in trying it. I said, "Let's give it a try!" She sent me some photos of herself; she was a petite and

pretty girl. I don't know if it was because she was around my mother's age, but I had a vague sense of familiarity with her.

Anyway she was a beautiful girl. Should I say I was lucky?

After agreeing on the terms, I excitedly went out on the weekend with condoms. Before leaving, she said she'd been working for a long time,

so she could pay for the hotel, which I didn't object to. When we met, she was indeed a very beautiful

, mature woman.

Petite and quite cute. I had told her before, during our online chats, that I liked

stockings , so that day she wore a black chiffon top with a beige high-waisted skirt and slightly

sheer nude stockings, which made me a little itchy just looking at her legs. Although we met because we wanted to have sex,

it was inevitably a little awkward at first, but since we both agreed, we went to a hotel to get a room.

Although she looked very young, there was a noticeable age difference between us, which made me a little worried, as it was my first time

hooking up. I wondered if the receptionist would ask if I was an adult or check my ID,

but after checking into the room, the receptionist didn't react in any other way, which put my mind at ease.

After we went into the room, we took showers one after the other. When she came out, she was wrapped in a towel, looking

a little embarrassed. I helped her take the towel off and saw her figure; she was

indeed . Her two round breasts, while not as exaggeratedly large as my mother's,

were quite full on her small body. Her light brown breasts and areolas were quite adorable, and I couldn't resist caressing

them . She panted and said, "Aren't you supposed to put on stockings first?" I said, "Yes," and then she put the sheer, skin-colored

stockings she had changed out of in the shower back on. Beneath the ultra-thin stockings, her shapely but still thick pubic hair was visible, similar to my mother's.

The sparse sensation was quite different, yet also incredibly mysterious and alluring. I had her sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling between her legs and

passionately licking her genitals through her stockings, making her moan with pleasure. The relatively uninitiated oral service caused her

to produce a large amount of vaginal fluid, which dripped down her legs, forming wet streaks. Then she had me lie on the bed, and

she carefully served my 18-centimeter-long beast with her mouth, saying she never expected a man to be that big. I

proudly told her that she would feel very comfortable with it later.

She said mine was too big, and that it would be better for her to take the initiative and control her strength. So she had me lie on my back on

the bed , carefully putting on a condom with her small hands, then straddled me,

tore a small hole in the transparent stockings with her fingernails, and then pressed her wet vulva against my swollen glans, slowly lowering herself down. Clearly,

my penis was still too big for her, and she was quite petite. She was already panting after sitting down only a little bit,

and it took almost a minute to get the entire shaft into her vagina. After she was more comfortable with my length and size, I

grabbed her D-cup breasts and had her sit up and down, stroking my thick, hot penis.

She bit her lip, her face flushed, clearly unable to handle the stimulation. After moving on her own for a few minutes, she said it felt so good

and she couldn't take it anymore . I was almost the same, lying below being fucked. Even though there was

a condom between us, it had been so long since I had sex, and being inside her petite vagina felt incredibly good. She kept saying how good it felt and

managed to move a few more times before trembling and arching her back to reach a powerful orgasm. Seeing that she had reached her peak,

I, who was already incredibly aroused, grabbed her stockinged thighs and thrust upwards, ejaculating inside her through the condom.

Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with desire as she said she wanted more, and I quickly changed my condom and mounted her again. This time, I pinned her down

and thrust into her with all my might. She seemed to have gotten used to my size and was enjoying it; she

gasped and moaned as I penetrated her, then lay on the bed, wanting me to fuck her from behind. I readily complied, grabbing her

small stockinged buttocks and pounding into her from behind. Unlike her mother, who was reserved, her moans were seductive and drawn-out, showing

a desperate thirst for sex. I grabbed her firm breasts from behind and asked her how long it had been since she'd been fucked .

She tossed her long hair and said it had been so long she'd forgotten. I thrust into her in a doggy-style position, fucking her until she

orgasmed three more times, crying out that she couldn't take it anymore, that it felt so good, so good, that she really couldn't take it anymore, that she was going to be ruined,

ruined by her brother—a series of uncontrollable screams. Finally, I thrust in one last time with all my might, then quickly pulled out

my penis, ripped off the condom, and ejaculated all the pent-up semen onto her cute stockinged buttocks and snow-white

back , spraying her entire back with my thick, cloudy semen.

Ignoring the semen all over her back, I collapsed onto her back, exhausted, to rest together. Panting, we started chatting again

. I told her I was only fifteen, and she was surprised, saying how could that be? She said I was too good

for a middle school student. I explained that I was afraid some people wouldn't want to talk to me if they saw I was only fifteen. She said she couldn't resist trying it after seeing pictures of my

penis , and even if I honestly said I was fifteen, she'd probably still ask me

out. I asked her where she worked as a teacher, and she said kindergarten. I laughed and said it

was ridiculous for . She pushed me aside, pretending to be angry, and said she wasn't lewd at all; she hadn't had sex in years. I

asked her how many boyfriends she'd had, and she said three. She dated one when she was almost thirty, and they were supposed to get married, but he cheated on

her before the wedding and they broke up. After that, she had no boyfriends until now. I said that guy was a complete idiot,

cheating on his girlfriend with such a great figure. She said, "Yeah, he should just die."

Looking at her cute face, I suddenly felt a sense of familiarity and asked her again which kindergarten she worked at

. She said it was Kindergarten B. I asked if she'd attended any other kindergartens before, and she said she'd

worked at Kindergarten A for a few years after graduating from university before going to Kindergarten B. I suddenly widened my eyes and said, "Are you Teacher xxx?" She

was surprised and said, "How would I know?" I said, "I graduated from Kindergarten A! You were my teacher back then!" She suddenly

sat up, called my name, and said, "Are you ooo?" I said yes, and her face turned pale and she suddenly burst into tears, saying, "

How could this happen?!" I also felt that fate was too coincidental. The homeroom teacher who used to make me cling to her and touch her stockinged legs

was now being brought to orgasm by me, crying and screaming incoherently. I didn't know what to say for a moment.

She cried, saying it was so strange, how could it be you, how could this happen? After crying for a long time, I hugged her

and said it was okay, I'm all grown up now, not that little brat anymore. The teacher slowly stopped

sobbing and said, "You used to be so cute." I said, "That's okay, I always liked you, and I

still do." The teacher then smiled through her tears and said, "This feeling of liking you now is a little weird, haha." I said I didn't care about that,

and then reached out to stroke the teacher's beautiful legs clad in ultra-thin transparent stockings, and asked, "Will you regret having sex with me?"

The teacher blushed and said, "It's okay." I asked again, "Was it comfortable, teacher?" She nodded and said, "Yes, it was comfortable." I said, "That's good then

."

Saying that, I pushed her down onto the bed, pinched her D-cup breasts, and kissed her mouth passionately, then secretly took a new

condom and put it on.

That day, we extended the time until the teacher couldn't take it anymore, saying her vagina was too swollen and we really couldn't do it anymore, which lasted the entire

weekend afternoon. Later, I kept in touch with my teacher. Most of the time, we just chatted and didn't do anything.

Only occasionally, when I noticed she was wearing the stockings I liked, would I go with her to a hotel room for a different kind of

reunion. After that, she didn't seem to have any new boyfriends. When I asked her why, she just said that with

me as her bed partner, she didn't really want a boyfriend. Thinking about it, I really couldn't control her life. As long as

I could have sex with my cute stocking-clad teacher, I was content.

Chapter Eighteen: Sister.

After I entered high school, unlike my sister, I didn't live at school. Instead, I attended a high school not far from our home.

At the same time I entered my second year of high school, my sister graduated and went to university. Since the university wasn't far from home, she moved back

in . With my sister joining the family, the awkward atmosphere between my mother and me eased somewhat. Actually, my mother...

She said she was never angry with me, but the intense sexual intimacy we'd shared made it hard to pretend nothing was wrong and

go back to how things were. Anyway, after my sister came back, it was like there was a lubricant in the house, and our relationship

became much closer again.

However, some old habits were hard to break, which caused problems. Our house has two floors, and my sister and I

both have rooms on the second floor. Because I haven't slept with Mom for the past three years, she comes up less often, and most of the

time it's just me on the second floor. As a result, we've become very casual, the worst being that we rarely lock the door.

Besides, no one comes up, and if Mom does come, she knows I sometimes masturbate in my room, so she has

a habit of knocking. But my sister doesn't know that. The time she opened my door, I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear. I wanted to relax

before bed , so I was wearing black sheer stockings and masturbating—it was absolutely

awful.

I jumped up from my chair and yelled, "Why did you come in?" My sister was stunned for a moment, then retorted

confidently How was I supposed to know what you were doing!" Being scolded made me shrink back, sitting back in my chair, too

lazy to argue, letting her watch me look like a pervert wearing black stockings and sporting a huge tent. My sister

had initially looked for me, unsure what she wanted, but it didn't seem important anymore. She calmly looked at me and asked why I was

wearing stockings, if I liked boys.

I said no, I liked girls. She then asked why I was wearing stockings, and I said I just liked

them , they were comfortable. My sister asked if I preferred wearing them myself or if girls wore them, and I said I preferred girls

wearing them because they were comfortable and made masturbation more enjoyable. After a long silence, she sat on the edge of my bed,

looking at me and asking if I had any sexual experience. I froze, unsure how to answer. I thought about

how it was difficult to talk about my sexual partners, and what if my sister asked who I slept with? So I decided to say I had no experience.

After hearing that, my sister didn't say anything more, got up, and left my room.

I stood there, bewildered, wondering what kind of conversation this was. Just as I was debating whether to continue masturbating, my phone

buzzed. It was a text message from my sister. I glanced at it; it simply said, "

Would you like to try it?" What was I supposed to say? I replied, "Try what?" Several minutes later, she

replied with two more words: "Sex." Seeing those two words, my hand holding the phone trembled.

Memories of secretly touching my sister's breasts as a child flooded back, and that was so long ago. Her figure

must have gotten even better since then. It had been so long since I'd had sex, and like a pervert wearing black stockings, I instantly

got a huge erection. I can't lie to myself; regardless of my true feelings, it had been so long, and

physically, I really wanted to.

Lying in bed, I thought about how to reply, but after more than ten minutes, I still couldn't come up with a good answer.

Finally, I texted my sister, "Are you still awake?" She replied with a single word, "Mmm." I texted her again, "I'm coming over," and

she didn't reply again.

So I took off my stockings (surprisingly, I only took them off now!), put on my underwear, and left the room.

Then I pushed open my sister's door and went in.

The lights in her room were off, only the desk lamp was on. She seemed to be lying on the bed with her back to me, covered by

the blanket I crawled under the blanket and reached out to touch her. The moment I touched her body

, she seemed to shudder as if she'd been electrocuted; she must not be wearing any clothes. I quickly took off my underwear

and hugged my sister from behind.

I boldly reached out from behind and rubbed her breasts, and she let out a soft

moan as my hands rubbed them. I asked her how big her breasts were, and she said an F cup! Body shape is definitely hereditary, especially breast

size which is completely inherited from my mother. I had my sister turn over to face me. Although the light was a bit dim, I could still

see that her breasts were almost as big as my mother's, and the feeling of rubbing them in my hands was amazing.

Seeing that my sister didn't resist, I continued rubbing her breasts with my hands while lowering my head to lick her pink

nipples . She let out a sweet moan, seemingly enjoying it.

She asked if her breasts were too big, and I said big ones are beautiful, and I like them. Even though the light was dim,

I could see her blushing shyly. While caressing her large, white breasts, I

inserted my thick, long penis directly between her thighs, letting her feel its heat. She asked if I had measured my length, and

I said it was about nineteen centimeters (it had grown one centimeter). She said online the average was around twelve or thirteen

, and hers seemed quite large. I pretended to be clueless and said, "I think so."

After caressing her breasts for a while, I asked if she wanted to try it. She nodded,

then, quite prepared, took an unopened box of condoms from the bedside table, took one out, and handed it to me, asking

if I knew how to use it. I said I had used condoms to masturbate (of course, it was a lie). After putting on the condom, which was a bit too tight for me

, I climbed on top of my sister, forcefully spreading her tightly closed legs

a little to tell her to relax. Then I quickly located her vagina, placed my large glans at

the wet, warm entrance, and slowly penetrated before she could react.

My sister immediately trembled, grabbing my arm and crying out in pain. I also felt that even just inserting the glans was

difficult , so I stopped there for a moment. I held this position on top of my sister

for several minutes before she said it felt a little better and she could try to go in a little further. I had no experience with anyone other than my mother and

teacher , and I didn't know if a hymen existed, but the process of penetrating

definitely felt like there was resistance. However, because of the prolonged caressing of her breasts, her vagina

was already very wet. Although her vagina was frighteningly tight, I slowly pushed my penis in.

When my entire penis was inside, my sister opened her mouth wide but couldn't make a sound, just holding me tightly.

Her whole body was trembling violently and exaggeratedly. She told me not to move, but I couldn't move anyway, afraid that I would

ejaculate . Because it had been so long since I had sex, just the thought of penetrating my sister's wet and hot vagina was

incredibly stimulating. Moreover, my sister's vagina was even narrower than my mother's. My mother's vagina was elastic and tightly gripping

, while my sister's was naturally unreasonablely narrow. Or maybe that's just how virgins are?

After we held each other for a long time, my sister finally let me go and said I could continue moving. Only after hearing her permission did I begin my next

move , slowly withdrawing half of my penis and then slowly pushing it back in through her vaginal muscles.

But it was so tight and so pleasurable that after a few movements, I started to tremble with pleasure

. My sister noticed my increasing trembling and asked if I couldn't hold back anymore. I said yes, and she said, "Then don't

hold back." So I used the lightest force to push my penis all the way in, and then, unable to resist the throbbing sensation,

I sucked hard on my sister's nipple, ejaculating deep inside her vagina through the condom. As

I ejaculated, my sister, like my mother, held my head and endured my spray, making me suddenly nostalgic for

the passionate sex I had with my mother.

After ejaculating, I held my sister, slightly exhausted, and pressed myself against her, panting, enjoying the afterglow.

After resting, I asked my sister if it felt good. She said it hurt at first when she was stretched open, but it

gradually stopped hurting, and she felt a little comfortable when I moved. I said it might feel even better after doing it more times. My sister

said she would want to do it with me again. I said of course I would, my sister has such a great figure, and her vagina is so tight and feels so good.

She said maybe next time, because she felt a little pain now and probably couldn't continue. I said okay, and slowly pulled my still erect

penis out. My sister trembled and said to be gentle, and I tried my best not to make her feel any more pain. When I pulled it out,

I saw that she was indeed a virgin; there was a little blood on the condom. The astonishing amount of semen in the reservoir tip of the condom

left me speechless. It had been so long since I'd had sex; even when I masturbated, I didn't produce this much.

Back in my room, I lay in bed unable to sleep, thinking about how I'd had sex with my family again. Was

incest hereditary? I'd only had three sexual partners, one of whom was my

kindergarten teacher, and the other two were incestuous relationships. Although it was obviously wrong, being able to

have sex with my mother and sister, two women with such stunning beauty and amazing figures, felt like God had been very kind to me.

After pretending nothing had happened for three days, on the fourth night, my sister texted me again, asking if I wanted to try again.

I went to my sister's room wearing my boxer shorts and pushed open the door. This time, the main light wasn't off like last time. My sister

was standing there, having taken off her outer clothes and pants, leaving only a white bra and cotton underwear. Last time, because I was lying down and

the lighting was dim, I couldn't see my sister's figure very clearly. This time, when she took off her bra, I could see it clearly. Her

snow-white, huge F-cup breasts were perfectly teardrop-shaped, just like my mother's, and her pink nipples were defying

gravity , standing upright. Her slender waist and elastic buttocks were just like my mother's, only her skin was more

supple. Her fatal figure was incredibly alluring.

My sister took off her panties, revealing her sparse and cute pubic hair, and sat on the bed. I asked my sister if she could wear stockings. She

asked if she could just put them on like this. I said yes. She knew I liked stockings last time, so she didn't

question it . She found a pair of black velvet semi-transparent thong stockings in the closet, put them on, and then sat back

on the bed.

My sister's graceful figure paired with my favorite stockings immediately made my lower body erect.

I took off my boxer shorts, jumped onto my sister's bed, hugged her from behind, and began to rub her pair of snow-white breasts.

My sister immediately responded to my caresses with sweet sounds, and this time her moans sounded

much more , unlike the tense ones last time. The soft, alluring nasal tones were very pleasant.

After kneading her breasts vigorously for a while, I turned her around and, with her eyes still hazy, kissed her on the lips. She trembled

slightly but didn't object. Although she seemed inexperienced, she still enjoyed

the . While caressing her silk-stockinged legs, I tentatively pried open her lips

and explored with my tongue. She didn't respond yet but cooperated with my French kiss. Kissing my inexperienced sister had a unique,

exploratory charm.

I reached down to her lower body, clad in semi-transparent pantyhose, and found it instantly wet. My

fingers gently slipped inside the pantyhose, caressing her vulva. She sighed comfortably, her body writhing

uncontrollably . After foreplay, sensing my sister's body was ready, I had her lie on her back on

the bed . I tore a small hole in the crotch

of her pantyhose, then quickly put on the large condom I had prepared. I placed my large glans at the entrance of her vagina and slowly pushed it in.

Having experienced it before, this time my sister didn't cry out in pain; she just trembled slightly, clinging to my back.

Seeing that she didn't seem uncomfortable, I asked if it hurt. She said no, it felt quite good.

So I started moving my hips, letting my thick, long penis explore her tight, beautiful vagina. With

each thrust of my hot penis, my sister's lovely labia were pulled in and out, secreting more vaginal fluid, making

a slapping sound with each impact.

My sister shyly asked why there was a sound. I said it was because she felt good. I rubbed

my sister's soft, beautiful breasts while using my strong waist to thrust into her lower body. In just a few minutes,

my sister, who had been frowning, had watery eyes and her mouth slightly open, enjoying the incestuous pleasure I was giving her.

She suddenly tensed up and hugged me tightly, crying, "Don't move! Don't move! This is so strange!" I said, "That must mean you're

about to climax." She looked dazed and said, "Is that so? But it feels so weird." I said, "You'll see

soon enough," and then slowly and quickly began thrusting into her vagina, making a wet, splashing sound with each stroke.

A loud thud. Although my sister's vagina was ridiculously narrow, perhaps because we were born of the same mother, the fusion of

our sexual organs felt wonderful; it was tight, but not so tight that I couldn't move. On the contrary, the dense folds inside her vagina

made each thrust incredibly pleasurable, even with a condom on, it felt amazing.

My sister's grip on my back tightened, and suddenly, a pair of long legs clad in black semi-transparent pantyhose

clamped around my waist, letting out a long, sweet, erotic moan. Then, her whole body

gripped , reaching the peak of orgasm. I, who had been almost unable to hold back, also gave up at this moment, kissing

my sister's fragrant lips to silence her moans. After a few final thrusts, the pleasure surged through my brain, exploding inside my sister's hot body

. I originally wanted to continue thrusting while ejaculating, but my sister's slender, silk-stockinged legs

clamped tightly around my waist, making it impossible for me to move. I had no choice but to give up and instead press tightly against my sister's cervix, letting

my desire gush out like a tidal wave.

After our simultaneous, half-minute-long orgasms, we pulled out our still-erect penises, knotted and threw away

the condoms , and then collapsed into each other's arms to rest. Coming to our senses, my sister

placed one of her beautiful legs, clad in black semi-transparent velvet stockings, on top of me, silently rubbing her silk-stockinged leg against

me with a satisfied smile. I stroked her slender, stockinged legs and asked if she had an orgasm. She blushed and nodded,

saying she hadn't expected an orgasm to feel so good. I asked if she had ever masturbated before, and she said no. I then asked why she wanted to have

sex with me, and she said she was just curious, but didn't want to try it with just anyone. She'd seen me have a strong erection last time and

thought I must be pretty good, so she thought she'd give it a try with me. I said, "You don't have a boyfriend?" She said she

hadn't , and now she didn't need one anyway. I asked, "What do you mean by 'not needing one' now?" My sister blushed and didn't

speak for a moment, then said, "It's just like this now, it's okay if I don't want it." I quickly said, "I

want it, I want more." My sister pressed her lips to mine in a passionate kiss, then had me put on another condom, and

we continued our lovemaking all night.

Chapter Nineteen: Resuming the Relationship

My sexual relationship with my sister was very similar to my relationship with my mother before—we could only do it when no one was home.

We didn't have much money to go out to a hotel, so making the most of our time at home was the most practical thing to do. But

just like before, the opportunities to have sex were few and far between, and when we did, it was like animals

mating, endless and relentless. My sister and I were always careful to keep our distance, avoiding being too intimate in front of our parents. We would put

torn stockings and used condoms in a separate bag and throw them away to avoid my mother finding them when she cleaned the room. Also, because my sister's vaginal fluids were a bit of a problem, and we were worried about them wetting the sheets, we bought a waterproof mat to wear before having sex, making our privacy measures very thorough. After all, it was an incestuous relationship that was shameful, and we didn't know what to do if we were discovered. Although my mother had had sex with me many times before, she had stopped for quite some time. If you ask me if I want to have sex with my mom again, I'll definitely say I do. My sister is young and beautiful, with a great figure and skin , and she even cooperates by wearing stockings with me. But my mom, aside from being younger than my sister, has a more voluptuous figure. With diligent skincare, her skin remains supple, and she possesses a mature woman's allure and charm— something my younger sister doesn't have; only those who have experienced it can understand. But the reality is, after my mom's unplanned pregnancy and subsequent abortion, our relationship has reverted to that of a mother and son. Even if I really want to rekindle our past, I don't have the face to tell her I still want it. After all, I was the one who caused the trouble back then, and now I have to bear the consequences of returning to our old relationship. That day, my dad and sister weren't home, and my mom was cleaning the house. When she got to the storage room, she called me to help. Being there reminded me of that accidental intimate encounter with my mom, which led to ejaculation. Now, I don't dare think about those things anymore; I'm just simply helping my mom with . The air in the cramped space wasn't very ventilated. My mother's body scent mixed with a little sweat, making it almost unbearable to breathe. Even though I didn't dare to have any wicked thoughts, the aphrodisiac aroma still caused me to get a strong erection. Unfortunately, I brushed past my mother from behind while getting something, my hard penis brushing against her buttocks, which were covered by thin cotton pants. This made my sensitive mother let out a soft moan before covering her realizing that the sound was a bit off. Of course, I didn't mean to, and I knew that my mother had probably just made a sound accidentally, but I still felt a tickle in my heart. After all, I only heard those beautiful sounds when I was having sex with my mother in bed. After finishing what I was doing, my mother went back to her room to change clothes for a friend's wedding banquet that evening. I idly watched TV outside. Suddenly, my mother called me to her room to help her, so I went to see what she needed my help with. When I went in, my mother had her back to me, wearing expensive black sheer stockings, and her dress was only halfway up . She wanted me to zip up the back of her dress. Looking at my mother's fair back, I felt a little nervous, but I still helped her zip up her pants. Because I was so close to her neck, I could smell her light perfume, and I couldn't help but sneak a breath, letting that feminine scent fill my nostrils. My lower body immediately reacted as if I'd been electrocuted. However, my mother noticed this. She laughed and said, "Mommy's so old, and you're still sneaking a sniff?" I said, "Mommy 's not old at all, she's so hot I can't resist." But saying it made me feel a little embarrassed. Three years ago, such flirtatious words would have been acceptable, but now they sounded a bit disrespectful. My mother, while hanging the necklace around her neck, turned and glanced at me, noticing the large tent I'd made in my shorts. I awkwardly tried to cover myself, but because it was already so prominent, it only made it more obvious. My mother blushed when she saw my tent and asked, "What's wrong? Are you still sexually attracted to your mother?"

I didn't want to hide my desires anymore, so I honestly said yes, I often think about it. After saying that, we stood there awkwardly, not

knowing what to say, so I quickly went out and returned to my room. Thinking about it, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I took out a pair of

black pantyhose that my mother had worn and kept hidden for a long time, put them on my penis, and started

masturbating .

After a few strokes, there was a knock on the door, which made me jump up immediately, pull off the pantyhose, and try to find my pants to put on. But the door wasn't locked, and

my mother pushed the door open at that moment. She saw me without pants, with a big, hard penis, and a pair of

black pantyhose on the bed. Even if my mother is stupid, she probably knew what I was doing. She suppressed a laugh and didn't say anything, but just walked over and sat on

the edge of the bed , patting the person next to her and telling her to sit down too. My pants were off by the door, and going to get them felt even more awkward, so I

just sat next to my mother with my big penis erect. Anyway, it's not like I haven't shown it to my mother before.

My mother immediately asked me if I've been masturbating a lot lately? How often? I said I masturbate quite a lot, two or three times a day

, and it's been about the same for the past two or three years. Then came the old refrain: don't do it too often, it'll affect your mental health. I

boldly said that when I used to do it with Mom, I didn't experience any mental health issues. Mom looked at me, her face flushed red with

embarrassment , and asked if I still wanted to make love with her after all this time. I said I really wanted to, I thought about it every day. She said

, "But Mom is getting old." I said, "No, Mom is super beautiful, and has a sexy figure." This was true. Although my sister is much

younger , Mom had my sister and me a long time ago, and she's maintained herself very well over the years. Even though she's almost forty,

her figure hasn't changed at all. She doesn't have many wrinkles, and her skin is still as supple and youthful as a girl's, not

inferior to my younger sister at all.

Mom hesitated several times, as if she wanted to say something but found it hard to say, and finally blurted out, "

Mommy also wants to make love with you again, but I've always been too shy to say it." After hearing this, I happily hugged Mom from the side and kissed her

passionately, saying, "Mommy, I missed you so much!" She said, "Mommy missed you too." I boldly unzipped my mother's dress,

loosened it, and lifted her bra, sucking hard on her G-cup breasts. My mother said she was going to

wear this out and told me not to mess it up, but I said I didn't care, Mommy was too sexy and I couldn't resist. Then I

pushed my mother down on the bed, lifted her dress, and expertly tore

open the crotch of her black thong stockings with my fingernails, pulled aside her panties, and thrust inside.

The moment my swollen glans entered my mother's honey pot, we both cried out simultaneously. My mother probably

hadn't been penetrated by such a large penis in a long time, while I cried out from the tightness of her vagina. My mother,

disheveled , grabbed my arm and said to be gentle, that I was too big. I didn't reply, but slowly began

to thrust back and forth, savoring the thrill I hadn't felt in years. Although sex with my sister and teacher was very

pleasurable, I now deeply realized that sex with my mother was the most pleasurable. It wasn't just because of my mother's violent

figure and her elastic, wet, hot vagina; most importantly, it was the incestuous pleasure of raping my own mother—the one

born from here, and now being fucked back here. The perverse sense of transgression gave me the strongest psychological stimulation.

After I started thrusting faster, my mother was being fucked so hard that she swayed violently back and forth on the bed, no longer

suppressing her pleasurable pleasure, and let out unrestrained moans. It was as if I was trying

to make up for the years that had passed between my mother and me. I hoisted my mother's beautiful legs, clad in high-quality black sheer stockings, onto my shoulders and used all my

strength to fuck her wildly. My mother, who was supposed to be attending a wedding banquet, was wearing makeup and a sexy dress. Her

disheveled clothes accentuated her voluptuous figure even more. This beauty was being fucked by me, moaning and groaning, her hands

scratching wildly at my back because she couldn't bear the stimulation and pleasure.

Having not had sex with my mother for so long, I couldn't hold back for long. Grabbing her two soft yet elastic

, snow-white breasts, I ejaculated wildly into her hot vagina. My mother was also brought to a violent

climax . Her long, slender legs in black stockings stretched straight in the air, her toes taut to the extreme, her head thrown back as she

screamed wildly, enjoying the peak of pleasure. This incestuous intercourse with my biological mother again after three years

brought me such deadly pleasure that I trembled violently even as I ejaculated. When our synchronized climax finally ended, before we even

had time to catch our breath, I had my mother turn over and thrust my thick, long penis into her from behind again, like

fucking , in a bestial, animalistic act of reproductive mating.

My mother was so overwhelmed by my vigorous fucking that she cried out, unable to bear the continuous stimulation. I

grabbed my mother's slender waist and slammed it against her elastic, stocking-clad buttocks, the beautiful waves of her buttocks bringing me wave after wave

of overwhelming pleasure. Overstimulated, Mom's delicate arms went limp. So

I grabbed her arms, pulling her upper body up, and continued thrusting

into her black-stockinged buttocks from behind, pounding my thick, nineteen-centimeter penis

deep into her honeypot, enjoying the illicit act of our violent collision.

Mom, trembling from the penetration, experienced another intense orgasm, sitting back on my lap

, emitting long, sweet moans. I, too, was held tightly by Mom's climaxing honeypot, unable to move. I

gripped her round, snowy breasts from behind, thrusting my engorged penis

deep into her flower path, unleashing the strongest orgasm of my life against her cervix,

spraying the incestuous venom into the womb that had given birth to me.

As the dizzying, seemingly endless pleasure gradually subsided, I gently placed my disheveled mother on

the bed and we sat face-to-face, panting and passionately kissing. Having not kissed in so long, our tongues intertwined sweetly,

sucking each other's saliva, just like three years ago, but with an even greater love for each other.

My mother said she regretted saying she wanted to be my son again three years ago, and every day since then, her regret had

only deepened. I apologized to my mother, saying that my playful nature had caused her pregnancy, and she said my mother had never blamed me.

"It's over now, it's over. We'll never be apart again. You'll be my lover for life, as long as I don't mind you getting old

." I said, "Mommy will never get old, I want to fuck Mommy until I can't anymore." I also brazenly said that for the

past three years, I've thought about having sex with Mommy every day, and just thinking about Mommy's breasts and her beautiful legs in stockings makes me instantly erect.

Mommy blushed and said that having sex with me is so amazing and exciting. Just thinking about the feeling of being fucked by me makes her

completely wet. She really can't live without me or my penis. She said lewdly that she would

n't mind being my sex slave, as long as I could fuck her until she was satisfied. I followed Mommy's words and said lewdly, "Then we should be like

male and female dogs, mating and committing incest every day. "

Suddenly, I snapped back to reality and said nervously, "We didn't wear a condom when we had sex just now, and I ejaculated twice in a row.

Will something bad happen?" Mommy tapped my head and said, "Luckily, my period just ended today, otherwise, something bad would have happened

." But Mom rubbed her long, black-stockinged legs against my waist, shyly saying that she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant again

because she loved me so much that she felt it was okay to have a child for her son; at worst, the child would be born as the father's

offspring.

I didn't know if Mom was telling the truth or just saying it because of her love, but

I moved that I kissed her hard on the lips, then immediately pressed her down again,

thrusting my still-erect penis into her wet, foamy vagina, making her legs, clad in sheer black stockings

, swing wildly in the air, and we began another round of incestuous sex. I didn't care that Mom was supposed to

attend a wedding banquet; I just kept going until I couldn't ejaculate anymore.

Chapter 20

After that, I maintained two relationships simultaneously with both my sister and my mother, but I was afraid that if it got out to either of them, both would be

ruined . Sometimes I would have sex with my sister in the morning and then

have sex with my mother that night. Fortunately, my stamina was pretty good, and I replenished my semen quickly. The amount of semen inside the condom

seemed quite substantial, so I think I concealed it fairly well. When having sex with my sister,

I always used a condom because I was afraid of getting pregnant. My mother seemed to genuinely not care, as she had said. Usually, she would let me ejaculate without a condom if it was around

my safe period , and only let me use a condom during my most fertile period. She said that if she let me ejaculate without

a condom, she would find an opportunity to have sex with my father without a condom again, to avoid suspicion should I get pregnant. She also told me

not to be jealous of my father. I said no, that I owed my father for my incestuous relationship with my mother, and it

would be too immoral to dwell on it.

Looking back, all three relationships—with my teacher, my sister, and my mother—violated moral boundaries and were not normal

relationships between men and women. Especially with my sister and mother, the incestuous nature made it even more unspeakable, but also particularly

exciting . Maybe one day I will confess to both my mother and sister, but for now, I can only take it one step at a time,

being incestuous lovers with both sides. Perhaps we all have lustful blood flowing in our veins? Although I'm sorry, Dad,

I'm truly trapped in the quagmire of sex with these two women, unable to escape. I

admit to being promiscuous or morally depraved, but if you had two such stunning beauties in your own home, wouldn't you also

sink deeper and deeper into this mess ?

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