Playing with Mother Project

December 25, 2019, Chapter 1. My name is Xiao Zhe. I was born in 1993 into an ordinary urban family in City C. My parents divorced early, and I've lived with my mother since I was five or six years old.

My mother is 45 years old this year and works as a local civil servant. Her appearance is actually quite ordinary, but she's very attractive and has a gentle personality. As for her figure, she's 158cm tall, and her weight is unknown, but she doesn't seem overweight at all, so

she shouldn't be too heavy. As the saying goes, children from single-parent families mature early, and that's exactly what happened to me. Around elementary school, I was exposed to pornography and learned to masturbate. At that time, I didn't really have much of a concept of incest. What really piqued my interest was reading a novel about mother-son incest one day. It was about a son who took advantage of his mother's drunkenness and forced himself on her while she was half-drunk. This immediately drew me into this pit, and I never came out. After that, I only read about mothers and sons.

With the exposure to various incestuous stories, I became increasingly sexually frustrated. But I also knew that at my age, there was no way I would have the opportunity to have sex with a mature woman. Around middle school, my gaze truly turned to my mother. Before that, although I had read many erotic novels, I hadn't projected my own mother onto her; rather, I had imagined a mature older woman. When I discovered my mother was also a woman, things changed. While my mother wasn't particularly beautiful, she had the mature woman's figure I loved most, and most importantly, she was my own mother.

Thanks to the unique advantage of our home environment—it was just the two of us—I naturally had countless opportunities.

At first, I would just use her pantyhose and underwear from the bathroom to masturbate, paying attention to every unintentional glimpse of her cleavage. Later, I started secretly filming her, and secretly filming her under her skirt during meals became commonplace. Desires escalate step by step, and secretly filming and masturbation gradually lost their magic. I began to seriously research how to actually have sex with her. But a mother and son are mother and son; wanting to sleep with my own mother was absolutely impossible. Especially for a traditional woman like my mother, even her underwear was the most conservative plain cotton, and her stockings were only the flesh-colored stockings most common for women her age. I didn't dare to ruin this family, so I suppressed these feelings until high school.

Our school's second-year campus is in the suburbs, so it was only natural that I would go there. However, I really couldn't get used to the school dorms (my roommates smoked, chatted all night, etc.), so my mom, seeing how hard I was working, rented a two-bedroom apartment near the school. Because of her job as a civil servant, and her age and experience, her work wasn't very busy; she could even leave whenever she wanted at lunchtime. So she simply moved in with me to take care of me, doing chores and cooking. Frankly, life after renting wasn't much different from being at home; it was just my mom and me. However, with the room getting smaller, there were more opportunities for fantasies.

Another change was A-Yang, who lived next door. A-Yang was my elementary school classmate; we weren't together in middle school, but we went to the same high school. We've been best friends since childhood, and now that we live next door, we have a lot of fun together. We also share a common hobby: scavenging pornography.

A-Yang's father is a businessman, so they're quite wealthy. His mother, Aunt Yang, quit her job to become a housewife, and now that her son was going to another campus, she simply rented an apartment and moved in with him. Aunt Yang is 44 years old, a typical northern woman, quite tall at about 167 cm, with full thighs, large breasts, and a large bottom. However, her face is just average, even less attractive than my mother's. And Aunt Yang wastes her impressive figure by not knowing how to dress. Despite buying all sorts of expensive clothes and jewelry, she still looks like a middle-aged woman. But for me, who's indiscriminate in my fantasies, Aunt Yang is a woman I've fantasized about since childhood. When I was little, I even secretly smelled her stockings when I visited her house. Like my conservative mother, Aunt Yang's stockings were almost all flesh-colored.

Although I still fantasize about Aunt Yang, I haven't told An Yang directly out of consideration for our friendship. Until one day, An Yang came to visit. My mother had gone out to buy groceries, so he decided to come to my house to find some space to vent. So the two of them watched porn together. By a twist of fate, they happened to find a newly released mother-son porn film.

As I was looking at them, A-Yang suddenly said, "These moms all look so young! It's so unrealistic." I replied, "Yeah, there aren't any moms like that in real life. They're all quite old." Unexpectedly, A-Yang seemed quite excited. "Actually, I do like older women, don't you? I saw the way you looked at my mom."

I realized I'd been exposed and felt a little embarrassed, so I said honestly, "You know… don't hit me, although Aunt Yang isn't particularly beautiful, I do like her figure."

He smiled a little sheepishly, "Actually… I've also fantasized about my mom, you know. But compared to my mom, I prefer your mom's petite, mature woman type."

Hearing this, I didn't know whether to be stimulated or embarrassed. It's definitely easier to talk about other people's moms, but when it comes to my own, I always feel a bit possessive.

"Haha, you're so blunt. You've done a lot of bad things at home, haven't you? And you're always just with your mom."

"Big brother, I won't say anything more about second brother, but you live with your mom all the time now, you have way more opportunities than me."

"That's true, sometimes I just get carried away."

So, our weekly appreciation time developed into a conversation about mothers.

One day, A-Yang mysteriously said to me, "I have to tell you something about my mom."

What's so mysterious? "You promise to keep it a secret!"

"Is that even a question? We're practically family."

A-Yang sat down and slowly said, "Actually, I've made some progress!"

Holy crap, what progress? Tell me!

My mom recently got really drunk… “Holy crap, are you making this up? This is straight out of a novel!”

“Let me finish. She came back and went straight to bed without even changing her clothes. I saw she was sleeping soundly.

I tried touching her breasts, but there was no reaction. Then I played with her legs. I thought she wouldn’t wake up no matter what I did, so I tried putting my hand inside her underwear. After just a few touches, she clearly reacted and rolled over. I didn’t dare to continue.”

I took a deep breath. “Damn, that was so exciting. It was worth it even though.”

“Yeah, but drunk people really do wake up easily. Now I understand that those stories in novels and movies where someone falls into a deep sleep after getting drunk are all fake.”

“Sigh, that’s true… Looks like there’s no hope of getting anything done while she’s drunk.”

“We can only do this kind of thing, otherwise how can we expect them to be willing? It’s ridiculous.”

“I don’t believe there are many mothers in the world who would willingly give themselves to their sons.”

A-Yang and I were in complete agreement. Actually, we’d long thought that getting my mom to be willing was absolutely impossible. But I wanted an outlet for my desires without damaging my family relationships, so drugging and raping seemed like the best solution. Ah Yang's example was like Pandora's key; this thought suddenly grew wildly in my mind. If getting drunk didn't work, then finding a reliable drug would solve everything, right? Just then, my mother returned from grocery shopping. Seeing her back to me as she bent down to put on her shoes, remembering my wicked thoughts, I couldn't help but get an erection.

Ah Yang, seeing my mother return, stood up and said, "I'm leaving now. Don't forget what you promised me last time!"

After he left, my mother asked curiously, "What are you going to give him?

Your stockings, hehe." But I didn't dare say it directly, so I said, "I just promised to do my homework for him to refer to."

After listening, Mom just nodded and went into the kitchen to cook. Looking at her slender figure, I secretly resolved to sleep with her. December 25, 2019, Chapter Two: The last semester of my second year of high school passed in the blink of an eye. Summer arrived, and women, both at school and on the street, dressed more lightly, making me itch with desire. I couldn't wait to go home and conquer my mother's fortress. The summer vacation after my second year of high school was only a short month. Thinking that I might not have much energy for anything else after entering my third year, I briefly went home for a few days before returning to my rented room under the pretext of studying, and began planning my plan to seduce my mother.

The most important thing, of course, was to solve the problem of medication. After much searching, trying, and even testing the drugs on myself, I finally found reliable medications in a group. There were two types: oral first, and rectal injection later. They told me that oral medications rarely achieved the desired effect and had serious side effects. No wonder A-Yang's tranquilizers failed so easily.

After several attempts, I had almost spent all my savings, but I finally obtained the magical device I had always dreamed of. Fortunately, the shopkeeper was honest; even at a rate of once a month, I had enough pills for many more uses. So, I secretly waited for my opportunity.

It was Friday, and my mother had just returned from a meeting at work. I went out to greet her. Today, she was wearing a business suit, and watching her slip her heels into slippers, I couldn't help but get an erection.

My mother noticed it was already past eight o'clock. She said apologetically, "Are you hungry? The meeting at work went on so late today. I'll cook right away." "

It's okay! I'm not hungry. I ate a little earlier. After all, I'll be eating you later." I smiled to myself.

By the time my mother finished cooking, it was already past nine. While she was in the bathroom, I secretly slipped the oral medication into her bowl of soup. She didn't notice at all and finished the whole bowl. It was indeed a lucky moment; there was just enough soup for the two of us left, so we each had a bowl. Even if the medicine is placed in a communal bowl, it's hard to guarantee that it will all be absorbed.

I eat quickly, and after finishing, I chat with my mother while washing the dishes, observing her reaction. The topic is the same old high school topic: grades and the college entrance exam. Since entering senior year, every second feels incredibly long. I'm excited yet nervous, and incestuous desires are constantly stimulating me. I don't know if it will work out tonight, and I even have a feeling of what the hell I'm doing.

My mother's gaze gradually becomes vacant, and she seems to be resting on the sofa with her eyes closed. So I said, "Mom, if you want to sleep, go to your bedroom, don't sleep here."

My mother said, "Okay, I'm a little tired today, I'll go take a shower first." "Then go ahead and take a shower." Although I responded casually on the surface, I was a little worried. How effective was the medicine? What if my mother fell asleep while showering? It shouldn't be, right? My mother is usually quite quick when she showers.

I comforted myself like this, and sure enough, my mother finished showering in about ten minutes and went into the bedroom. Another half hour passed, and I thought it was about time. I tiptoed into my mother's room and saw her asleep on her side.

I was extremely nervous. "Mom, Mom!" If she wasn't asleep, I would use my prepared excuse to say I was going to the bookstore to buy books tomorrow.

I called her twice more, but she still didn't respond. I mustered my courage and went to the bedside. I rubbed my hands together to warm them and squeezed her arm. No problem! Now it was time to prepare to give her the injection. It wasn't time to play around yet.

Since my mother was wearing a nightgown, it was easier for me to do it. I lifted her nightgown from the back. Today, she was wearing black cotton underwear. I gently pulled down her underwear from behind until it just revealed her cute anus, and injected the solution.

Another twenty minutes of waiting, it should be ready soon. I patted my mother hard again, but there was no reaction. Considering that things would be a mess after I played with her, I didn't want to expose her if I messed up her room. So I picked up Mom and carried her back to my room. I have to say, carrying a woman isn't easy, especially for someone like me who's a bit sedentary. It took me a while to finally lay her down on my bed.

I had already laid out the towels I'd prepared beforehand and put a blindfold on her. I also went to the bathroom to get the stockings she'd changed out of during the day but hadn't washed yet. Tonight was going to be a long night, and I was going to enjoy myself. Since this was just a trial run, I figured I wouldn't need her own stockings anymore; it would be more convenient to buy some myself, and even if I tore them, no one would notice.

Now Mom was lying on the bed in a starfish position. I suppressed my excitement, turned on the room light, and climbed onto the bed. The bed creaked.

Mom didn't seem to wake up at all and was even snoring softly. I patted her cheek hard, but there was still no reaction. Now I could finally have my way with the Mom I'd been longing for. I felt like a kid who only had 5 yuan a week for pocket money who suddenly found 100 yuan and didn't know how to spend it all.

Moreover, I suddenly felt a little awkward and couldn't get excited. The manifestation of this was that my penis had shrunk into a ball, completely lacking any erection; I was probably still nervous.

I'd spent so much money and devised such a meticulous plan, and it had finally succeeded—how could I give up so easily? I checked my watch; it was only a little before 11 o'clock, the drug's effects were still a long way off. After hesitating for a while, I decided to let things take their course and try touching my mother's body first, to see if there would be any change in her mindset. I took off all my clothes (since it was summer, it was basically just a short-sleeved shirt and shorts) and leaned against my mother, gently stroking her beautiful hair. Looking at her small lips, I couldn't resist bringing my own lips close and gently kissing them. The more I kissed her soft lips, the more I couldn't resist. I gradually increased the intensity of my kisses, my tongue restlessly trying to pry open her tightly closed teeth. My mother's originally tightly closed mouth was finally opened by me, my tongue touching her soft tongue. Although my mother was unconscious and couldn't give me any response, her breathing and lips gradually aroused my desire.

Like an instinct, my hands climbed onto my mother's nightgown. Feeling the softness of her breasts through the fabric, I couldn't resist any longer. I reached up and lifted her nightgown, gently pulling it off and folding it aside. My mother was now lying naked on the bed, wearing only a pair of black underwear. She probably never imagined she would appear before her son in this state. My eyes were completely fixed on her body, scrutinizing her closely. My mother's breasts weren't very large, probably only a B cup. Because she was lying flat, they sagged to the sides, and due to her age, they were slightly sagging. Her nipples and areolas were a common deep red, and the size was normal. I couldn't help but lean over and play with them, gently rubbing the nipples. Watching them respond to my touch, the nipples slowly awakened until they were fully erect. I couldn't resist lowering my head and beginning to suckle intently.

Even though I knew there wouldn't be any more milk, I still used my tongue to tease her, while my other hand climbed up to her other breast, kneading it, feeling its warmth and elasticity, and sensing her increasingly rapid heartbeat. Sucking on her hardened nipple, I became even more excited and greedy, turning to her untouched right breast, licking and sucking both with my tongue. I was completely absorbed in my mother's breasts, almost forgetting what I was going to do next. Then I remembered I wanted to kiss her entire body, so I started moving down her breasts, her arms, armpits, her navel, spreading her legs, kissing her vulva through her panties, her thighs, her soft calves, and her little feet, each toe painted with red nail polish dripping with my saliva.

I kissed, bit, and kneaded her forcefully, wanting to swallow her whole. The last vestiges of restraint vanished; all I wanted now was to have sex with this woman I spent every day with, to have sex with my own mother!

At this moment, I was truly at the peak of excitement. I put down my mother's bound feet, ripped off her black cotton panties, and tossed them aside. Then I spread her legs apart and lowered my head to her tender vulva. My mother had so much pubic hair. Everyone says that women with lots of pubic hair are promiscuous, but my mother didn't seem to have that at all. The thick pubic hair covered her entire pubic bone, completely different from the neatly trimmed pubic hair of AV actresses; it was full of natural beauty.

I pushed my mother's thighs back, turning her into an M-shape, exposing her entire vulva to me. My mother's vulva was indeed very thick, and her two labia minora were tightly closed together. Compared to my mother's fair legs, the color of her vulva appeared darker. I lowered my head and kissed her. Since it was my first time giving a woman oral sex, I didn't know any techniques. I just licked her labia minora, quickly flicking her clitoris back and forth with my tongue, and occasionally sucking and pulling it with my lips.

As I licked my mother's labia minora, they parted, and I finally saw the small opening. I then thrust my tongue deeper, ignoring the itching sensation from her thick pubic hair, and lay between her thighs, ravaging her with my tongue. Her tender vulva gradually secreted a sour, salty liquid, mixing with my saliva, making her entire genital area incredibly wet. My nostrils were filled with the most private scent of her hidden territory.

It's said that women who are drugged and raped are very dry, and after my licking, my mother seemed to have adequately lubricated herself. Now came the main event. I put on a condom, just like in porn movies, sat up straight, and spread my mother's tight thighs. For the first time, I planned to use the traditional position, thinking penetration would be easy, but I unexpectedly encountered a slight setback. My penis slid around the outside of her vulva, and I had to use one hand for support and thrust forcefully. With a soft "plop," my mother's labia softly opened, tenderly welcoming her son's return.

I penetrated my mother's body. My mind suddenly went blank, a wave of regret flashed through my mind, followed by a wave of forbidden pleasure. After entering, I stopped. I felt that my mother was already a little tight, her vagina was warm. They say that older women become loose, but I felt that my mother's vagina gripped my penis tightly. I had no experience with other people, but my mother's tender vagina should still be relatively tight, after all, it hadn't been used for so many years.

Then, I started to thrust my waist, using my hard penis to thrust into my beloved mother. When my genitals and my mother's genitals began to rub against each other, an unprecedented pleasure rose up. My long-cherished wish had finally been fulfilled. At this moment, my mother, who was sleeping beneath me, unconsciously groaned softly. I

felt as if I had lost control. I grabbed my mother's ankles and spread them open, thrusting back and forth forcefully. I only felt that my mother's inside was becoming more and more slippery and more and more comfortable. And I became more and more excited, my movements became bigger and bigger, thrusting into my mother's vagina with great force, making squelching sounds from time to time. Watching my biological mother, whom I've known day and night, sleeping beneath me, her legs spread wide as I fucked her, she had become, in my eyes, a fleshy toy to be defiled at will. A ripe body, her tender, long-untouched vagina tightly gripping and sucking my penis—this fatal sight made me unable to resist. In less than a minute, my uncontrollable semen gushed out like a torrent, exploding inside her. A powerful, tingling sensation, completely different from masturbation, shot straight to my head.

Damn, that was too fast. I pulled out my penis in frustration; the tip of the condom was already full of the semen I'd just ejaculated. This was probably the most I'd ever done. They say the first time is quick, but this was faster than I expected—I practically came as soon as I entered. After ejaculating, a pang of regret washed over me. My mother had been so good to me, and I had done something so beastly. But this regret didn't last long. The intense lust surged back. Wasn't it pleasurable? A voice inside me said, "It was so good! Nobody's as pleasurable as my mother!"

What would my waking mother think if she saw her son so easily defeated? I breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, I managed to knock her unconscious, otherwise, I would have been incredibly embarrassed. I turned to look at my still-sleeping mother, her middle-aged yet still toned figure, her soft breasts, her still-firm nipples, her long legs… A wicked desire surged within me. So what if I ejaculated prematurely? Using my mother's body as a practice ground for sex was perfect, wasn't it? I even jokingly set my next thrusting target at ten minutes. After all, I had to take it one step at a time. So

I quickly changed the condom and opened my mother's legs again to begin the second round. Perhaps my mother's tender hole had already been opened by me, because this time the entry was quite smooth. Without any support, I went straight for the heart of the matter, penetrating my mother's flesh.

Similarly, there was no technique involved. I only knew to hold my mother tightly and thrust into her vagina forcefully, faster and harder with each thrust.

My glans kept pounding into the depths of my mother's vagina, which seemed like a bottomless pit. No matter how hard I pounded, I couldn't reach the so-called cervix described in novels. My scrotum kept hitting my mother's labia. I knew my mother wouldn't wake up, so I became even more violent.

This time, I clearly felt less like ejaculating, so I slowed down my movements, wanting my sleeping mother to feel my penis. I even boldly removed my mother's blindfold. I saw my mother's brows slightly furrowed, and she breathed softly with each thrust. I felt greatly encouraged and began to fuck my mother with the so-called "nine deep, one shallow" technique. My mother's vagina, which hadn't been used to intercourse in a long time, gripped me tightly. The tender flesh inside scraped against my penis, it felt so good. My movements became more and more vigorous, and several times I almost slipped out completely. I thrust faster and harder, and the point of contact made a constant squelching sound. My scrotum slapped against my mother's labia, the sounds were a beautiful symphony. My lust was completely aroused by my mother. I didn't care about whether she was awake or not, I put her legs on my shoulders and squatted down to fuck her hard. Because her buttocks were raised high, each thrust went very deep. A huge wave of pleasure rushed to my head. I was like a madman, thrusting in and out continuously. I looked down at the point where my mother and I were joined. Her vaginal flesh flipped in and out with my penis. Perhaps because of the position and the force, my mother's moans were even louder than before. I felt a great sense of accomplishment. The woman in my arms, who was being fucked until she was slick with lustful fluids, was my own mother.

Naturally, I didn't neglect my mother's breasts, which swayed rhythmically with her body. Since I had lifted her legs, I could use both hands to tightly grasp and knead her breasts, occasionally rubbing and flicking her erect nipples with my fingers.

At this point, I no longer felt any guilt about incest; all I wanted was to deeply experience the forbidden thrill of playing with my mother's body. Thanks to this drug, I was able to play with my mother, and there was still plenty left. Thinking about the days to come, I couldn't contain my joy and happiness.

I thrust vigorously, enjoying the pleasure of my penis pumping in and out of my mother's soft, moist vagina. The amount of vaginal fluid scraped out by my penis increased. I lay on my mother's soft breasts, sucking on her nipples desperately, occasionally biting them, stretching and squeezing them. Then I moved my hands away from my mother's breasts and to her back. I hugged her tightly and took her hard nipple into my mouth. Thrusting in and out was too tiring, so I pressed my penis against my mother's mons pubis and began to rub it vigorously. My penis, which had been moving back and forth, became like a lever, churning up and down inside my mother's vagina. This gave me immense stimulation. My penis felt like it was churning soft flesh, and each churning felt like an electric current.

"Mom, your tender hole feels so good... your pussy is really... so fucking tight!" I couldn't help but shout out during the frenzied thrusting. Although my mother couldn't hear me, the sensation in her body seemed to become even more intense. I touched down and found that her originally tender clitoris had already become hard from my playing. Looking at my mother's increasingly rosy cheeks, it seemed that my mother was enjoying herself. However, she had no idea that the person on top of her, playing with her pussy, was her own son who was with her day and night.

"Mmm...mmm..." Mom's breathing grew heavier... Just then, I suddenly felt Mom's vagina begin to spasm irregularly. Holy crap, was Mom about to climax? Thinking of this, I tried even harder to increase my speed, thrusting in and out while teasing Mom's hard clitoris. "Ah..." A long breath escaped from Mom's throat. I felt Mom's soft vagina begin to contract rhythmically and tighten violently. I was squeezed like that, and I couldn't hold back anymore, I was about to ejaculate too. I pressed my penis firmly against Mom's lower body until I couldn't ejaculate anymore.

After two intense battles, I felt that most of my strength was gone. I looked at the clock, it was midnight. According to the effects of the drug, Mom wouldn't wake up until at least tomorrow morning. Considering the cleanup work afterward, I could play for at least two more hours tonight. I lay on Mom's body, panting and thinking, silently playing with Mom's breasts, rubbing her hard nipples, feeling the feeling of being in my mother's arms when I was a child. My other hand was gently stroking my mother's thick, soft pubic hair. I noticed that some of it was wet with the fluids from our earlier defilement, and I played with it.

I thought that if it weren't for the drug, I would never have been able to touch my mother's body in my life. Now, my mother was lying there asleep, sprawled out, and I could do whatever I wanted to her, satisfying my wicked desires.

The drug seemed to be working, and from now on, I could enjoy a feast of my mother's flesh every month. I felt a bright future beckoning me.

While I was touching and playing with my mother's body, my penis revived. This might be the last time tonight; otherwise, staying up all night would be too tiring, and I needed to allow time for cleanup. I decided to try something different this time. I took out the flesh-colored stockings I had found in the bathroom, grabbed my mother's fair legs, and with some difficulty, managed to put the stockings on her. After putting them on, I took a deep breath, and a scene from my dreams appeared before my eyes. The image of a middle-aged woman in flesh-colored stockings deeply aroused my lust.

I grabbed my mother's ankles with both hands, playing with her beautiful, flesh-colored feet. My mother's feet were beautiful, long and full, with high arches—the kind of curve I liked the most. Looking at her toes encased in flesh-colored stockings, so vividly presented before me, I couldn't help but bury my face in them and take a deep breath. After all, the stockings had been worn, so there was a slight smell, but it wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary, the scent of my mother's feminine hormones intoxicated me. I couldn't help but greedily lick my mother's stockinged feet, sucking on her toes as if I wanted to devour them. Under my licking, my mother's two stockinged feet were covered in my saliva. Licking wasn't enough. I pulled out my already burning hot penis and rubbed it between my mother's two stockinged feet. To be honest, the stockings provided some resistance, making it not so smooth. Looks like I'll have to buy some lubricant next time. So I gave up rubbing and instead grabbed my mother's stockinged feet and started stroking them through the foreskin of my penis. Watching my mother's two long, fleshy legs stretch and contract with my strokes was much more stimulating than before. The feeling spread through my urethra, penis, and prostate, all the way to my whole body.

I saw that I had played with my mother's feet enough, so it was time for one last thrust. Perhaps knowing that my mother wouldn't wake up, I roughly threw my mother's legs aside, and the fleshy legs fell limply onto the Simmons bed. I got up and opened another condom package.

Seeing my mother slumped helplessly on the bed, I suddenly wanted to try the woman-on-top position. I picked her up and laid her on top of me (my mother, though petite, was quite heavy). I straightened my penis and with a "whoosh," it slid through her labia. Luckily, my mother was wearing stockings this time, so I could enter without taking them off (tearing them would definitely be discovered). Because we had just finished, her vaginal walls were still quite slippery, making penetration very comfortable. However, the tightness still made me marvel at how tight her vagina was, something I hadn't used in years. Fortunately, I had already ejaculated twice, so this time it would probably last longer, unlike the first time when I ejaculated too quickly. I gripped my mother's plump buttocks, lifted her up so that my penis, still sticky with her vaginal fluid, withdrew from her vagina, and then forcefully pressed her buttocks down until it reached the depths of her vagina, making a loud "whoosh" sound as I thrust in and out.

My mother's head rested on my shoulder, her breasts swaying and rubbing against my chest. Her nipples, erect from my ministrations, hadn't gone down. I released her buttocks and simply thrust my lower body, while my hands cupped her limp head, licking her face and earlobes with my tongue. My tongue opened her mouth, licking her lips in the same way I thrust below. Her dry mouth was filled with saliva, which dripped down her chin and dampened her hair.

In this small room late at night, my gentle and virtuous mother was unknowingly being frantically raped by her own son. This excited me immensely. My usually conservatively dressed, usually gentle and virtuous mother, stripped naked by her son, limply bouncing under the foreign object inserted into her lower body, her small but mature breasts swaying with my thrusts. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have my awake mother sitting on top of me, swaying her slender waist and moaning. This thought would never come true, but it excited me immensely.

I straightened up, flipped my mother over so she was face down on the bed, and then raised her buttocks so they faced my wet penis. My mother wasn't very tall, but her buttocks were really big and not sagging at all. I happily kissed her buttocks, then spread her buttocks apart and thrust my penis all the way in. I had always fantasized about having sex with my mother from behind, and today it finally came true. Because it was from behind, I could see my mother's anus completely, but I wasn't very interested in penetrating her anus. Firstly, I felt it wasn't very clean, and secondly, I knew I would be discovered. Her vagina might not be as obvious, but looking at my mother's erect clitoris and the constant seeping of her juices, I realized that her vagina had actually been thoroughly ravaged by me, and I would have to clean it up properly later.

I fucked her hard, curling my mother's two stockinged legs up to my waist, thrusting into her without restraint in an extremely lewd, floating position. This position was essentially lifting Mom up, which was too tiring. After a short while, my arms started to give way, so I lay down on the bed. Mom was essentially kneeling with her back to me. This position was less strenuous, and I could still play with Mom's little feet. I grabbed one of her stockinged feet and put it in my mouth, greedily sucking on the toes covered by the stocking. My penis, however, didn't stop, continuing to thrust rhythmically, each stroke hitting Mom's G-spot.

"I'll fuck you to death, xxx (my mom's name), I'll fuck you to death!" I muttered to myself. Although Mom was unconscious, she probably still felt something, seemingly responding to my movements. Her two stockinged feet were taut and tense. The sight was incredibly lewd. After grabbing Mom's buttocks and thrusting forcefully, I ejaculated inside her again. This was probably the last time for tonight. After finishing, I entered a brief period of post-coital bliss, collapsing onto Mom, panting heavily. About ten minutes later, I got up to clean up the scene…
The next day, around ten o'clock, I finally woke up to the recurring ringing of my alarm clock.

My head was heavy, and my back ached… Last night's lewd sex scene resurfaced before my eyes, but after a night, all the scenes felt unreal, like a dream.

I had drugged and raped Mom… This fact shocked and excited me.

Last night, after relieving myself three times with Mom's body, the extreme exhaustion made me unable to stand. After a short rest, I fought off sleep and began cleaning up as planned. I fetched hot water to wipe away the bodily fluids I had left on my mother's body. Because of my vigorous handling, her vagina was now very swollen; her small clitoris was engorged and erect, and her dark labia were wide open, glistening with vaginal fluid. I had to repeatedly wipe her inside and out with cool water. Finally, I dressed her, combed her hair, and carried her back to her bedroom. After repeatedly making sure nothing was missed, I dragged my exhausted body back to my own bed. Even though the sheets were still stained with our fluids, I didn't care and collapsed into bed.

Wait, how is Mom? This was something I had to check. I jumped up, opened the door, and casually headed to the bathroom to wash up, my eyes constantly searching for Mom.

Strange, where is she? My heart tightened. Had something happened? Had she been discovered?

Just as I nervously finished rinsing my mouth and washing my face, and returned to the living room to turn on the TV, the doorbell rang. It was Mom; she'd gone out to buy groceries earlier that day.

"You're up? Did you stay up late again last night?" Mom asked casually, just like every morning before, seemingly oblivious to anything amiss.

But her unintentional remark made my heart skip a beat. I thought she'd discovered something, but I quickly recovered.

"Oh, it's the weekend, you're so busy during the week, so you played a little longer this weekend." "

You should rest earlier on weekends. A colleague told me her high school senior stayed up all night doing homework, and her hair is falling out badly. If you don't take care of your health now, how will you manage?"

"I know, I know..."

Once Mom starts nagging, it never ends, so I switched to the remote and changed the channel. Mom started doing housework, and suddenly I wondered if she'd discovered my bedsheets. I started to feel anxious again. When my mom was cleaning my room, I quickly said, "Mom, don't clean my room! Every time you finish cleaning, I can't find my things."

This was the truth. My mom always likes to neatly arrange everything according to her own ideas when cleaning, while I prefer things to be easily accessible. The result is that my books and notebooks often disappear, only to be found neatly categorized and placed on the bookshelf by my mom. This always makes me unhappy.

Since this wasn't the first time I'd complained, my mom sighed and said, "Okay, okay, I won't touch your things. I'll just use the robot vacuum to clean the floor. I don't want to be so tired." I breathed a sigh of relief. As for the traces left by my mom from playing with my things last night, I'll clean them myself later.

Watching my mom's ever-diligent figure, I suddenly felt a surge of emotion. After all, I've finally won this woman over.

Because I didn't mention her much in the first chapter, I'd like to give a brief overview of my mom. I'm not good at describing appearances, so I can only try to describe my mother as realistically as possible. My mother's surname is Jiang, and her given name is Jiang Zhiping. She is 158 cm tall, a full 20 cm shorter than me at 178 cm (I don't know if that counts as the cutest height difference). Although she is over 45 this year, her figure is really well-maintained for her age. Even so, 45 is 45, and it's impossible to say that she looks like she's in her twenties or thirties. You can see this when I undressed her in bed yesterday; there's a difference between imagination and reality. My mother's breasts aren't large; when she lies flat, they're flat. Only when she stands up (like yesterday when I put her upright on my lap) can you see the original shape of her breasts—the kind of slightly sagging breasts that mature women often have. Generally, women my mother's age are either very fat or very thin, but my mother is more moderate, with a certain amount of flesh, and some extra fat on her lower abdomen and buttocks, which feels very nice to the touch. My mother's skin has always been good, fair and clean, and what's especially commendable is that her feet are also well-maintained with no calluses or dead skin.

As for clothing, it's always been the same style. My mom has shoulder-length, slightly wavy hair, which she usually wears tied up or in a bun, giving her a gentle and mature look. In summer, it's a simple t-shirt and jeans, or a dress that doesn't reveal too much skin; in winter, it's a turtleneck sweater and a down jacket. Although my mom wears flesh-colored stockings, she always wears them underneath, so you can only see her feet and part of her calves. Like the long stockings I wore yesterday when I was playing with her—the lace was quite erotic, but she only wore them with trousers, perhaps just because she thought the color and thickness of the stockings were nice.

Speaking of which, after last night's intimacy with my mom, the comfortable feeling of her body beneath her conservative exterior kept lingering in my mind. Since this morning, I've actually been feeling a bit restless. Should I do it again tonight? No, no, reason immediately dispelled that thought. This drug is so potent; I definitely can't use it in large quantities in a short period just for my own desires—it's my mom! According to the recommendation, using it about once a month shouldn't be a big problem. I decided to suppress my impulse and patiently wait for the next opportunity.

About two weeks later, senior year officially began. As you all know, the daily routine for senior year is like this: classes from Monday to Saturday, with Sunday off, waking up at 6:30 am and going to bed at 12:30 am every day. Perhaps it's not as brutal as some provinces with highly competitive college entrance exams, but for me, it was already a very demanding schedule. My mom felt sorry for me seeing this, so starting from the first week of senior year, she thoughtfully prepared extra meals for me after evening self-study sessions, and various nutritional supplements were gradually prepared at home. For several weeks, this mundane life continued. My contact with my mom was limited to chatting about daily life during meals and watching TV news discussions. My masturbation, which usually happened every two or three days during holidays, was now only possible on Saturday nights (because I didn't have classes the next day and it wouldn't affect my studies), after my mom had gone to sleep, secretly in my room. But after experiencing a real woman's body, masturbation felt tasteless. I constantly longed to touch my mother's body again. I continued to secretly try to have sex with her, and although there hadn't been a suitable opportunity for several weeks, that opportunity finally arrived.

This Saturday morning, as I was eating breakfast, Mom suddenly said, "Xiao Zhe, Mom might be home late today. You'll have to eat out."

"Okay, what's up?"

"Well, my company is having a team-building event. We're going hiking today, and then having dinner tonight." Mom's tone wasn't very happy. After all, Mom doesn't exercise much, and hiking is sure to be tiring.

No wonder Mom was wearing a black tracksuit today. Wait a minute, does that mean there's something going on tonight?

My heart was pounding. Given Mom's stamina, even if she came home drugged, she'd just think she was too tired from hiking and wouldn't suspect anything. It's been over a month since we last had sex.

And Mom's body after exercising… Just thinking about it made me aroused.

As a result, I spent the whole day immersed in the joy of impending success. I had to make the most of this opportunity. There was no evening study session on Saturday, so as soon as school was over, I didn't even wait for A-Yang and ran straight out of school.

My destination was a sex shop. As a young man under 18, I naturally didn't dare to go in openly, so I bravely walked in wearing a mask.

The shop wasn't big, but the layout was a bit convoluted. There was only one middle-aged female clerk at the counter. "Handsome, feel free to look around, what would you like to buy?"

"I'll just look around myself." I wasn't used to telling strangers about my sexual preferences, plus I didn't even know what kind of things they had.

"Okay, please feel free to look around. You can ask me any questions at any time. I can also recommend some good ones."

The clerk said with a smile.

So I looked along the shelves, a dazzling array of all kinds of adult toys, making my head spin. But I couldn't find what I wanted.

"Uh, do you sell those stockings?"

The female clerk immediately replied, "Yes, yes, over here." Saying that, she led me to another shelf further inside, where a huge array of all kinds of stockings stunned me.

"What kind of stockings do you like, handsome? I can recommend some to you. What type is your girlfriend?"

I chuckled to myself, actually I was buying them for my mom.

"Hmm... on the more mature side, I guess."

"Then these would be more suitable..." The salesperson skillfully picked up one item after another, pointing to the pictures on the mannequins and recommending items to me... Business people are really shrewd; I couldn't resist the salesperson's recommendations, and ended up buying several items. Stockings were a must-buy; although my mom's own stockings are better, I can't just buy any. Lubricant was a lesson learned last time, just in case. Also, there was the recommended discounted vibrator. I was worried it might be too stimulating, but remembering how my mom didn't even wake up after what I did last time, I figured I'd give it a try if I got the chance.

Back home, everything was ready; I was just waiting for my mom, this fat fish, to take the bait.

The latest update came back around 7:00...8:00...9:00... I was bored at home, so I started reading a few random stories as a warm-up. This scene reminded me of a trip I took with my mom a few years ago when I was in junior high. We stayed in a hotel, and I secretly put some sleeping pills I'd found at my grandma's house into my mom's drink. Then I crawled into bed, took my MP4 player, and started reading stories about mothers and sons, all the while watching my mom sleeping soundly in the next bed. Although that experience ended in failure (the pills were too weak and she woke up too easily), today was different . Today, I would truly possess my mother. Just

as I was getting excited, my mom finally came home, looking extremely tired. She sighed as soon as she entered the door.

"Oh, today must have been exhausting for your mom."

"So tired?" I asked, half concerned and half excited. My mom didn't notice the odd tone in my voice. "But it was still quite fun..." My mom started chatting about the trivial things from today's team building activities, but I had no interest in listening to her. All I could think about was finding a chance to slip the pills into her drink. I used the old method again and put them in her water.

Mom seemed genuinely thirsty, as she downed the drink in one gulp. She then sat on the sofa, looking at her phone, but showed no sign of taking a shower. What to do? If Mom didn't fall asleep as usual, wouldn't she become suspicious?

Never mind, she'd already drunk it, might as well go all the way. Just as I was thinking this, Mom said, "Xiao Zhe, go to bed early, don't play too late. Mom's a little sleepy, I'll just sleep in the living room."

"How can that be? Go back to bed, what if I wake up and disturb you?"

Mom agreed, "Okay, I'll go back to sleep then, don't play games too late." Saying this, she dragged her heavy steps slowly back to the bedroom.

I also went back to the bedroom, and since I couldn't just wait idly, I played a game of King of Glory with A Yang. About half an hour later, I figured it was about time, so I went to Mom's door and knocked. There was no response. I pushed the door open and went in. Although the lights weren't on, I saw Mom lying on her back on the edge of the bed, her slightly curly hair disheveled and hanging over her face. She hadn't changed her clothes, and her legs were dangling off the edge of the bed. She must have succeeded. Then came the same routine: injecting the medicine… Fifteen minutes later, Mom was fast asleep on my bed, her sweatpants pulled down. Surprisingly, she was wearing pink boxer briefs today—so traditional! The black briefs she wore last time at least had a touch of sexiness; today was far too conservative. I lifted her white t-shirt, and sure enough, her bra was the same pink, covering most of her breasts. This was the first time I'd ever seen Mom wearing a bra. My hand slipped inside, gently kneading her right breast. Ultimately, the bra felt too cumbersome, so I turned her over and unhooked it from behind. Compared to my clumsiness last time, this time I was much more skilled.

After unhooking the bra, I didn't intend to take it off completely, leaving it hanging. I lifted her white t-shirt to reveal her breasts; she looked even sexier with her half-undressed than completely naked.

I pounced on her greedily, sucking on her left breast while kneading her right. I found I preferred her left breast (would it make one breast bigger than the other if I sucked too much?). After a day of running around, the smell of sweat mixed with the scent of a mature woman was incredibly stimulating. Perhaps because of the sweat, even her nipples tasted a little salty.

Her nipples gradually hardened, standing erect in my saliva. On her otherwise flat chest, the two firm nipples were particularly noticeable, seemingly preventing her bra and t-shirt from slipping down. The rolled-up hem of her t-shirt and the edge of her bra were thus kept above her nipples.

I felt a sudden dryness in my mouth and couldn't resist pulling out my penis and rubbing it against one of her small feet. After taking off her sweatpants earlier, I discovered she was wearing flesh-colored short stockings. After a day of running around, her small feet already exuded a faint smell of sweat and leather, which was the best aphrodisiac for me. While rubbing my penis against my mother's feet, which were covered in short stockings, I grabbed her other ankle and brought it close to my face to kiss and lick.

"Ah... Mom's taste, it feels so good." Looking at my mother's toes with their red nail polish, enjoying her footjob, the soles of her stockinged feet rubbing against my penis, the dual stimulation of taste and touch almost made me explode. I consciously stopped to catch my breath.

Thank goodness, I felt like I was about to reach the limit. It's better to take it slow. Ironically, to calm my penis which was on the verge of exploding, I even decided to get up and pour some cold water on it.

When I returned from the bathroom, the cold water did indeed reduce the urge quite a bit. My mother was still lying on her back with her legs wide open, just like when I left. However, there was some sticky residue on her two short stockinged feet. Although I was reluctant, I decided to take them off and stack them to the side, opening my mother's legs to examine the forbidden area between her legs.

Ding-dong, the doorbell rang.

Huh?? I was completely confused. What's going on? Why is someone coming at this time?

I quickly put on my shorts, while my mom hurriedly slipped on her sweatpants. She didn't even have time to fasten her bra, so she just hastily pulled down her t-shirt and bra together, then covered herself with the blanket. Anyway, she figured no one would come into her room.

When I opened the door and saw Ah Yang's silly grin, I wanted to punch him.

My erection hadn't completely subsided, and while pulling at my pants to hide the commotion, I said irritably, "What are you doing so late?"

Despite my attempt to hide it, I couldn't escape Ah Yang's gaze. He grinned mischievously and said, "Were you jerking off just now? That's why you opened the door so late, hahaha?"

I chose not to answer directly. "Tell me, what are you doing so late? My mom's asleep." As I spoke, I glanced into the room. Ah Yang had no idea that my mom was actually lying in my bedroom, completely disheveled. If he wanted to come in, I was determined to refuse.

"Well, I just wanted to ask if you're going to the anime convention tomorrow. There's a famous cosplayer there! I've messaged you so many times before and you never replied, so I just knocked on your door to ask."

Ah... I see. "Sure, sure. See you tomorrow." Anime is one of my biggest hobbies, but I had something more urgent to do, so I turned and closed the door after saying that. I heard Ah Yang complain, "You're so impatient just watching a movie."

Forgetting what had just happened, I went back to my room and threw the covers over my mother. The sudden situation earlier had reduced my patience for leisurely play. I quickly pulled off my sweatpants along with my mother's pink boxer shorts and threw them on the bedside table.

I crawled on my knees, spreading my mother's legs, and her vulva opened a little. As my face drew closer to my mother's lush, grassy pubic area, the scent of a mature woman, a mixture of various aromas, filled my senses. After all, my mother had been out all day and hadn't showered, so she naturally had a certain odor (which is what I really wanted to say; it's normal for women, especially mature women, to have a slight odor in their genitals, it's definitely not a sweet smell). But I didn't care about the smell at all. I cupped my mother's buttocks in my hands and began to kiss and lick them like a delicious feast.

At the same time, I kept glancing up at my mother's reaction.

My mother was practically a high-class sex toy at that moment, letting her son play with her most precious part of her body at will, without any resistance, only knowing to spread her legs and let her lewd fluids flow.

Her two dark labia minora were already slippery from my licking. I turned my attack to my mother's slightly erect clitoris, and gently pried open her vulva with two fingers. I saw that the pink inner walls were already a little wet, and the tender flesh of my mother's vaginal walls contracted slightly like breathing. So I inserted two fingers directly, and they were immediately enveloped tightly by my mother's vagina.

It was really tight. I thought those two fingers couldn't possibly be as thick as my penis, but there was practically no space after inserting them. No wonder my little brother ejaculated after only a couple of strokes. I was amazed by the incredible elasticity of my mother's vagina. At over forty years old, it was still so tight; she must have been incredibly strong when she was young. I wondered if my father had finished even faster than me back then. Thinking about this suddenly made me a little sad. My mother had lost my father so many years ago, and she had endured so much hardship for me, never finding another partner. This exquisite, tender vagina—I wonder how long it had been closed off before I reopened it. I rarely saw my mother masturbate, and since moving here to accompany me to school, she hasn't done it at all. She must have accumulated a lot of sexual desire; it's such a waste.

As I thought this, my fingers moved back and forth inside my mother's vagina, the flesh pressing against them from all sides. A trickle of vaginal fluid flowed down my fingers onto the back of my hand. I felt the vagina tightening more and more, and my tongue quickened its teasing of her clitoris. My mother's previously steady snoring changed rhythm, and she let out a soft "uh," as if her throat was constricted. Then, a small stream of fluid flowed from her vulva down my hand, and she went limp again. The tender flesh inside her vagina seemed to have lost its magic, relaxing her grip on my fingers.

Had my fingers brought my mother to orgasm? I suddenly felt ashamed. I felt so sorry for my mother; if it were my penis, it probably would have been gone in no time. No wonder she didn't react like this last time. Thinking this, I chuckled softly. Even if my mother subjectively resisted or could suppress her sexual desire, no one can truly escape their animal instincts. I pulled my wet fingers out of my mother's vulva, intending to wipe them with a napkin, but instead, I simply inserted them directly into my mother's mouth and played with her tongue.

"Mom, your juices, oh, do they taste good?" The juices on the back of my hand were wiped directly onto my mother's cheeks. Her dignified face was now covered in juices from my play, reflecting a lewd glow under the light.

The time was almost up; now came the main event. I admired myself for enduring over a month, still able to play so calmly for most of the day before making my move.

I sat between my mother's legs, took out the packaging of the stockings from under the bed, and dressed her feet in the white lace stockings I'd bought that day. Looking at my sleeping, beautiful mother in white stockings beneath me, I satisfiedly grabbed her white-stockinged feet and licked them. The new stockings didn't have much flavor, which was a bit of a disappointment, but I was very pleased with her appearance.

"Mom, you're over forty, why are you wearing white stockings to look young?"

I grinned wickedly, rubbing my penis against my mother's tender vulva. Because her slit was already thoroughly wet, I easily spread her labia and inserted the entire length. At this moment, Mom was the same as before. Her breathing quickened slightly, but as I fully entered her, it returned to normal, and her slightly tense thighs softened.

"Ah... Mom, I'm coming again, Jiang Zhiping, I'm coming to fuck you again," I murmured as I began thrusting, my lower body slamming against Mom's fleshy buttocks, the bed creaking softly.

It was still a chaotic, unstructured thrusting, requiring no method whatsoever—that's what serving a woman requires. But now Mom was unconscious; all I had to do was spread my legs and serve her son.

Mom's vagina seemed to adhere to this principle, tightly gripping my penis. I lifted Mom's white-stockinged legs, which had been drooping on either side of me, and brought them together vertically. This position almost doubled the tightness of her vagina; the soft flesh inside was winding and very narrow, while the vaginal opening gripped my penis tightly. I held my mother's white-stockinged legs in my arms, burying my face in the beautiful arches of her feet, sucking and kissing them deeply. My thrusting became increasingly smooth; I felt I was nearing my climax. So I released her legs, folding them into an M-shape, and gripped her firm thighs, beginning my final thrust.

"Ah...so good, Jiang Zhiping, you fat cushion, so good!" I couldn't help but moan, wantonly insulting my mother with the filthy language I would never normally utter. My body pounded with all my might, my mother's two slender white-stockinged feet swaying violently. My small room was filled with the wet, sizzling sounds of my penis thrusting.

"I can't take it anymore...how can you be so tight...fuck..."

Ignoring the gushing of my pent-up semen, I continued to frantically thrust into my mother's genitals, my hands grasping her swaying breasts, changing their shape, pinching her nipples, releasing this final frenzy.

Ha...ha...I pulled out of my mother's body, panting heavily. The amount I ejaculated was still astonishing, far exceeding my usual masturbation output. But my penis showed no signs of softening; although still in the post-ejaculation sensitive period, it remained as hard as iron.

"Looks like Mom, you'll have to work hard again tonight," I said with a smile to my mother on the bed.

My mother didn't respond. Her breasts were erect, her dark areolas seemed even larger than before, and her white-stockinged legs were spread wide, as if saying: If you're still going to do it, then come again.

Well, I won't hold back then. I flipped my mother over, sat on her fleshy buttocks, and thrust into her wet slit again...

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