Mom's Kiss

Mom's Kiss

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On your eighteenth birthday, I really wanted to give you a very special birthday present," Mom said to me. It was evening, and Mom and I were both stuck in the kitchen, but I didn't know what to give you.
Ah, of course I could think of a birthday present I really wanted Mom to give me, but I wasn't stupid enough to just tell her directly. To be honest, even when I only had a vague concept of sex, I started fantasizing about Mom's mature body day and night. In these fantasies, I had intertwined with my beautiful, mature mother thousands of times, caressing, kissing every part of her body, while simultaneously spraying my semen everywhere during intense masturbation.

To be honest, my mother isn't the kind of woman who would evoke all sorts of lustful thoughts the moment you see her. Her hair had started to fade earlier than I expected; she's 45 this year, and a significant portion of her hair is already gray. However, her skin remained remarkably smooth, her fair complexion tinged with a slight reddish hue. She had large, brown eyes and stood 5'7" tall. To some, her figure might be considered slightly plump; she didn't possess the so-called alluring breasts, nor perfectly proportioned ankles, nor a sexy, pert bottom. But her breasts were full, and her hips were wide, which made her hips look comfortable. Her legs, though somewhat overly full, were very beautiful, especially her thighs. She often wore very short loungewear, and when sitting, she was often quite casual; when she crossed her legs, the hem of her skirt would climb up to her thighs, revealing her beautiful thighs and hips. Overall, her figure gave you a very comfortable and pleasant feeling, even though her lower abdomen was slightly protruding. But to me—to me, she was the most beautiful in my heart, my favorite.

Eighteen is a special age in your life... "On other days, you should have a gift you especially want," Mom continued. "

Yes, Mom, my dear Mom, what I want most is a tight hug from you, a kiss from you."
"Ha, whenever you want those, Mom will give them to you," Mom said with a smile. "

But, Mom, you know, I'm going to be a man soon, so what I want isn't... well, not just a mother's kiss, but a woman's kiss."

"Yes, many mothers also want to be women," Mom joked. "

But, Mom, what I want most is a kiss from you, you know what I mean."

"Hmm, I'm not so sure."

"Hmm, okay, but I think you said you wanted to give me the gift I want most." "You weren't just joking with me, were you?" "

Stop saying that!" Mom protested. "Yes, I'm not joking, but you, you're not joking—well, I mean, about that kiss.

Mom, I'm not joking, I really want a real kiss from my beautiful mom, a kiss between a man and a woman. Of course, compared to the thousands of times I've done with Mom, this is the least sexually suggestive thing, but, after all, to do anything, you have to find a starting point." "

Stop it," Mom said, still smiling, but this time, I felt a little embarrassed. "Mom, I'm really not joking, but if you really feel a little... well, just forget about it. Just buy me a pair of socks, or underwear or something." "

Don't say that, I really want you to feel like this is a special day for you." That day, Mom patted my cheek. "Have you really thought this through? You want that kind of kiss, right?" "Of course, Mom," I replied. "A real kiss from you means so much more to me than just a kiss." Mom smiled again, but this time, she seemed a little unsure. After all that talking, I knew she still wasn't sure if I was serious. "Mom," I said, holding her hand, "I'm almost an adult. In a few weeks, I'll graduate high school. Who knows where I'll be in a few years? To me, you're the woman I cherish most in this world. Is it too much to ask for a genuine kiss from such a woman?"

Mom's expression hardened. She looked at me with a tender gaze. "Honestly," she said, "you really want it. I couldn't want it more, Mom." This was the gift I had been longing for.

At this moment, Mom seemed a little flustered. "Since you say so, when do you want this gift?" (My birthday is less than a week away.) "

We can practice now, I think that way you'll know how much I want this gift." I smiled at Mom.

Mom smiled, her face already blushing shyly, looking exceptionally beautiful. "I think you just want a kiss, don't you?" I thought. "Oh, Mom, look how much you've worried about me! I just don't have that experience yet. Maybe you'll need some time to adjust, but I think you want to be like me, just like me, right?"

Mom smiled again; she was truly immersed in the game. I don't know where this dangerous game will lead us, but you know, using... Speaking to my mother in that tone gave me a completely new sense of excitement. "You little rascal," Mom said, but I think I was a little out of control myself. She stared at me for a moment and said, "Okay, big boy, let's do it."

She took a few steps closer to me, and I reached out and put my arm around her. Then, she hooked her soft arms around my neck, lifted her head, and as I lowered my head, she closed her eyes…

Kissing her like that felt so warm and sweet. It was just that she seemed a little numb, and her beautiful lips were tightly closed. "

Mom, it feels so good, but I think this still feels a bit like a mother's kiss. I think it would be better if you could relax a little more, make it softer, and make it last a little longer." "Mom, let's try it again, okay?" "
How could I let you do this to me?" Mom whispered. She muttered something, then shrugged, as if to say, "Whatever, it's already like this." She looked up at me again.

This time, her lips were much softer, and slightly parted. Her warm, soft body pressed against mine, and my penis, already erect, was pressing against her lower abdomen. Good heavens, she must have noticed! And her full breasts were pressed tightly against my chest. This time, it continued like that. It was as if my mother was trying to prove her sincerity, as if she was waiting for me to initiate the kiss, but I didn't want to. I felt my heart pounding, and excitement and pleasure made me dizzy. I had kissed some girls at school before, but this one, good heavens, had never been as wonderful as today.

Finally... I sensed she was almost unwilling. Mom slowly pulled away from my arms. She was a little breathless, as was I.

Oh, this should have been a man's kiss.

Ah, Mom, one more time, please?

I pulled her into my arms again, and she struggled weakly, protesting, turning her head away to prevent me from kissing her. "Unfair! Liar! Liar!" she cried, but at the same time, she laughed happily. Gradually, she calmed down, pressing her soft, beautiful body against mine once more, hooking her arms around my neck. Okay, you little glutton, so she gave me another sweet kiss. This time, she quickly pulled away from my arms, though to me, it didn't seem like she was doing it on purpose. A little embarrassed, her face flushed, but she still smiled.

That evening, seeing she was alone in the kitchen, I went over, somewhat roughly grabbed her, and gave her a very passionate kiss. At first, she struggled a few times, then relaxed, opening her beautiful lips to respond. But this time, she quickly pulled away, looked at me tenderly, and said, "Goodnight, big boy."

The next afternoon, rushing home from school, I was much more polite this time. "Try it again, Mom," I asked. "

When you say 'just once,' I don't know if I should believe you," Mom smiled. "Of course," she said, throwing herself into my arms again and giving me a wonderfully gentle kiss, this time lasting longer. Her arms were against my neck, her soft breasts against my chest, and her lower abdomen pressed against my penis—it felt absolutely wonderful, incomparable. Finally, Mom tilted her head back, her arms still around my neck, and said, "These kisses are starting to get more and more real."

Real? I find that very interesting, don't I?

Mom looked at me for a long time before replying, "Yes, darling, I haven't kissed like this since my honeymoon." Then she met my lips again…

As time went on, these kisses evolved into a series of warmer, longer, and more passionate kisses. When we embraced in a very adult way, these kisses could last for five minutes. Mom's kisses had completely become a woman's kiss for a man. In fact, I started to fear that my engorged penis would burst out of my pants. I was sure she could feel its throbbing and its pressure against her abdomen. If it weren't for one thing I was worried about, I would have been in heaven: I felt I might ejaculate on the spot from the stimulation. On the other hand, I also noticed that Mom was trembling and breathing heavily.
Finally, Mom decided to push us apart and said, "I think we've practiced enough today. If we don't stop, I think our lips will be too sore to kiss before your birthday!"
Thank you, my dear mother. But will I ever really live to see that day? Hearing this, Mom just smiled, a slightly awkward smile, and continued preparing dinner for us.
Soon after, everyone else in the family returned, and that was it; I didn't get another chance that day.

The next day, around the same time as yesterday, I returned home. Mom was alone in the kitchen. This time, I went straight over, put my arms around her waist, and pressed my lower back against her soft buttocks. Then, I began to gently kiss her beautiful neck, occasionally moving to her face. Mom shook her head, chuckling softly, and said, "Oh, here we go again, you rude fellow."

She didn't stop what she was doing, so I continued to hold her, occasionally planting a kiss on her neck or face. This time, she didn't try to stop me. My penis was already hard and inserted into her buttocks. Finally, I started gently biting her earlobe. Oh, it tickled! Mom couldn't help but cry out. She finally turned around, hooked her arm around my head, and leaned on her heels to lean towards me. "Do you want Mom to practice with you again?" she whispered.

This time, Mom and I kissed for several minutes, so tenderly and lovingly.
Then, we heard someone coming, so we quickly broke our embrace. I quickly sat down to avoid my sister noticing my erect penis. For the rest of the afternoon, Dad, my sister, and my brother kept appearing in front of us, and Mom and I didn't have any more opportunities.

The following day, aside from a quick farewell kiss, I didn't get a real chance. I spent the whole day wandering around, filled with desire and frustration, hoping to create one or two opportunities.
At first, I thought Mom was oblivious to my eagerness, but when I saw her looking at me with amusement and winking, I realized she at least sympathized with my situation, and I hoped she felt the same way.

The next evening, everyone else in the family went to bed according to their normal routines, while Mom told them she had a book she wanted to read. I always went to bed later than the others, so I thought this might be my golden opportunity.

When I thought everyone else was asleep, I quietly approached Mom. She was sitting at one end of the sofa, so I sat on the armrest, turned around so I could face her, and then lowered my head to kiss her. This time, neither of us spoke; Mom simply leaned her head back against the sofa, waiting for me to kiss her. She had her eyes closed, but sitting in my seat and looking down, I could see inside her blouse, at the top of her soft, beautiful breasts. As I wrapped my arms around her, I gently brushed against one of her breasts, and she trembled slightly. We remained locked in a warm kiss.

Our necks intertwined, our emotions growing more intense. I moved down from the armrest and sat on her lap, our mouths opening wider and wider. Finally, I felt her tongue and began to respond passionately. Soon, our tongues were locked together, saliva dripping down our faces, and quickly, our mouths and chins were wet. At that moment, I felt bolder than usual, I guess it was instinct. I slowly reached out, wanting to caress her breasts. I think she must have known my intentions, but maybe not. I made a mistake; I acted too quickly, consciously grabbing her soft breasts in one go.

She immediately pushed me away, struggled to her feet, and told me she should go to sleep. I stammered an apology, but she ignored me and went straight upstairs. I was left alone, cursing my foolish impulse, and wondering if I'd ruined everything I'd worked so hard to build. I barely slept that night.

The next day was the day before my birthday. My mother woke me up warmly in the morning and even kissed me, which made me feel much better. I was about to apologize for what I'd done the night before, but she just put her index finger to my lips and gave me another gentle kiss. I walked into the classroom more easily and forced myself to stay awake through all the classes. But after dinner, I was incredibly tired and fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up, everyone else was already in bed—except for my mother.

She was sitting at the dining table, clearly writing a letter. As I looked at her, she turned to face me, her legs crossed, her skirt lifted high, revealing one of her beautiful thighs all the way to her buttocks from my position. After admiring the beautiful view through the two doors for a while, I stood up and walked towards her.

She smiled warmly at me and said, "I've been waiting for you to get up, you sleepyhead."

I knelt beside her chair, tentatively leaning forward. My mother's response was as passionate as ever. With kiss after kiss, I slowly moved closer to her until I rested my hand on her leg that was crossed over her other leg. When I put my arms around her waist, our movement pushed her skirt up even higher—this time, I swear it wasn't intentional. Before me lay my mother's incredibly smooth, incredibly soft, naked legs. Our kiss quickly became as intense as yesterday's. When my mother gently bit my lips, exchanging her sweet saliva with me, her passion was indescribable.

Finally, when we paused to breathe, my mother took out a handkerchief to wipe our mouths. Her skirt was now lifted high, even bordering on indecent, but she didn't think to pull it down.
I don't think I learned anything from last night's lesson, because I found myself instinctively leaning down to kiss her bare knees. At that moment, Mom placed one of her hands on my head, not pushing me away, but rather as if encouraging me. I was filled with dread. I began kissing Mom's thighs, moving upwards. The skin I touched was pleasantly smooth, incredibly soft, yet firm. After a while, I placed my right hand on Mom's thigh, continuing to kiss her without pause. Then, my hand slowly moved to the upper part of Mom's thigh, actually grasping her buttocks. My kisses had moved to the high hem of her skirt, pushing it even higher. I felt like I was in heaven! I was kissing the beautiful legs of my mother, the legs of my dreams, the legs I could never have. I loved how she exposed them to me; I wanted to look at them forever, to see their radiant beauty. Being able to kiss them felt like a dream, an unbelievable dream, and in fact…

Darling, Mom cupped my face in her hands and whispered, “Tomorrow is your birthday, your important day. I think we should call it a day. Tomorrow I’ll watch you receive the gift you want most, but now, I think it’s time for us to go to sleep.”

Reluctantly, I let her leave my embrace, giving her another tender kiss to wish her goodnight. That night, I drifted off to sleep with the wonderful sensation of my mother’s gentle thighs—the best dream I’ve ever had.

Finally, the most important day arrived. It happened to be a Saturday, and of course, everyone in the family was home. My family doesn’t place much importance on birthdays, so they just cut a cake at lunchtime and gave me two small gifts. But I wasn’t particularly excited because I didn’t know if I would get a chance to be alone with my mother. But actually, I didn’t need to worry about that.

Mom had actually made all the arrangements. She persuaded Dad to take the family to see a movie that afternoon. I've forgotten the name of the movie, but it was definitely a good one. Everyone wanted to see it. In fact, I had already seen it, and because of my special position as the eldest boy in the family, I didn't often go out with the rest of the family. Of course, Mom initially wanted to see the movie too, but just as they were about to leave, she suddenly said she wasn't feeling well and it would be best to stay home. However, she felt it would be better for Dad to take them out. In the end, I saw Mom give Dad some money, asking him to take my younger siblings out for dinner after the movie. Mom said she didn't want to cook.

Mom stood at the window watching the other people drive away, then turned to me, gave me a kiss, and told me she would be back in a bit. Then she went upstairs. I stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do. I felt that Mom had arranged for us to be alone together, but I also wondered if she really wasn't feeling well, and if she wanted me to go to her bedroom to find her? My mind raced for a moment. I thought Mom might be ready to do "that" with me, but what if I was wrong? I didn't want that. If I messed up, I might lose everything I had now… I grabbed a Coke and sat on the kitchen table, trying to figure out what to do. Just

as I was getting stuck, Mom came downstairs without me noticing. Suddenly, I looked up, and Mom was standing in front of me. She was wearing a knee-length cotton robe, the fabric very thin. As she passed by the window, sunlight filtered through the robe, not very clearly, but I felt it was enough for me to tell that she wasn't wearing anything else underneath. Then Mom was standing in front of me, and I was still sitting there dumbfounded on the kitchen chair. She leaned down and kissed me tenderly and gently, whispering, "Happy birthday, my darling. Your present is all ready."
I remained seated, my arms wrapped around her hips. Mom extended her tongue, gently licking my lips, and I reciprocated. "Mmm, tastes good," Mom murmured softly.

We embraced, our tongues intertwined, kissing passionately. I moved my hands to Mom's bare knees, caressing them gently, then slowly tracing them up her bare thighs beneath her robe. She didn't stop my bold actions; on the contrary, our kisses grew more urgent. Finally, my hands reached their target. As I suspected, she wasn't wearing underwear. I gently caressed and kneaded her smooth buttocks, then slowly reached up with my other hand, gently brushing her pubic hair.

Then she fumbled in front of her robe, and in no time, it was completely open. She held my head, pressing it against her soft, full breasts. Like a child, I nestled against her chest, feeling her soft, smooth, and elastic touch. She then led me to one of her breasts and put her firm nipple in my mouth.

At the same time, my hands roamed pleasurably over her buttocks and vulva, and she spread her legs wide, revealing her mons pubis to me without any covering. I then began to caress her already wet labia and tried to insert a finger. Mom thrust her lower body towards me, allowing my finger to penetrate deeper into her flesh. I began to finger her, while Mom pressed her lower body harder against my hand. After a while, Mom began to writhe wildly in my hand, thrusting her body in and out of my hand, rubbing her clitoris harder and harder. Then, Mom reached her orgasm on my finger; her orgasm was beautiful, accompanied by her moans and the undulations of her beautiful body. Ah, dear, ah… ah… darling… the walls of her vagina spasmed and tightened around my finger inside.

A few minutes later, as Mom's rapid breathing began to ease, she said to me in a slightly rougher voice, "But I haven't given you your gift yet! Come and hug Mom, carry me to your room. Mom is your gift today! Haven't you always wanted this gift from Mom?" "

Mom, for me, there's nothing more certain than this in the world!" I shouted. "I think this is probably the best gift any boy in the world could ever receive." Then, Mom and I went upstairs together. As she went up, I gently lifted her nightgown so I could see her lower body moving as she climbed the stairs, and Mom kept giggling at me.

Once in my room, I wasted no time, pulling open Mom's robe to reveal her beautiful body. In my haste, I even tore it slightly. Mom was also busy helping me take off my shirt and pants. When I was down to only my underwear, Mom asked me to wait while she took them off. She then knelt down and slowly pulled down my underwear. Mom watched as my engorged, thick penis gradually revealed itself as the underwear slid down, until it finally sprang free from the confines of the underwear. At that moment, Mom burst out laughing. "Ha, finally free! Beautiful little guy! Now I can let it do more than when it's kissing me!" she said, taking my penis in her hand and kissing its head, occasionally gently biting the glans with her teeth.

Then, Mom jumped onto my bed, spreading her legs wide apart. "Come on, your gift is ready for you. Come and take it, darling, while it's still warm."

I couldn't wait any longer, but I stood by my bedside for a few more minutes, wanting to feast my eyes on the beauty before me. There was my mother, her erect nipples slightly dark, her breasts firm and erect, her snow-white, full thighs spread wide, revealing her slightly raised triangle below her flat stomach, covered with a thick, dark forest. Through her forest, I could see her labia, swollen and engorged with blood, parted to reveal her delicate vulva, the vulva I had longed for. Now, it looked like a blooming rose before me, below which was her tightly closed anus, and below that, a thin slit in her buttocks created by her legs spread wide. My mother was like a blooming, beautiful flower, waiting for me to pluck it, for me to penetrate her.

I leaned over, letting my mother's eager hand grasp my penis, guiding it to her moist entrance. "Come on, take Mommy," she whispered encouragingly.

I slowly thrust my lower body, inch by inch, inserting my penis into my mother's moist, hungry, and tender vagina, until it reached the deepest part of her vagina, my testicles pressing against her soft buttocks. My mother's vagina was so hot inside, almost scalding my deeply inserted penis. This feeling was something I had never experienced before; it was simply wonderful. I remained motionless for several minutes, carefully savoring the pleasure my mother was giving me, enjoying the real pleasure of having my penis inserted into my mother's luscious and juicy vagina. My adolescent dream had unbelievably become a reality. I had completed my rite of passage into my mother's vagina by inserting my aggressive penis (which Mom always called my penis)! Ah, Mom, I love you, I really, really love you. At this moment, I am filled with gratitude and sincere love for the woman lying
beneath me who has given me the best gift that all mothers in the world can give to their sons
—my mother.

Darling, I love you just as much. Come on, come on... Godmother... Tell Mom how much you love Mom, fuck Mom!

At this moment, if I hadn't already dreamed of doing it with Mom so many times, I probably would have already ejaculated inside her. I started slowly thrusting in and out of Mom's beautiful body, first slowly pulling out of her tight, wet hole that was gripping my penis, and then feeding it back to her. During the thrusting, I could feel every inch of her tight flesh. I brought my mouth to Mom's mouth, and the two of us started kissing, like two secret lovers who had been in love for a long time. It was no longer the pure kiss between mother and son. However, at this moment, in my first intimate contact with Mom that was not allowed by society, I felt more strongly than ever before that I was her son. Yes, the person I was making love with at this moment was my lover, my most intimate baby, but especially—my mother!
My mother twisted her body, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. Her waist moved back and forth like a piston, lifting and lowering her vagina. She began to moan sweetly, which swayed me, and I started to utter sounds of pleasure myself. "Mom, your vagina is so beautiful!"

Gradually, I began to thrust harder and faster, each thrust more forceful than the last. When I reached the deepest part of her vagina, I would grind against it. My mother seemed to be one with me, her waist and hips perfectly complementing my movements. I couldn't understand it, yet I had endured it for so long. My penis felt like it was on fire, a burning sensation. I gripped my mother's firm buttocks tightly with one hand, while the other caressed her breasts. My mother's hands were on my buttocks, guiding my thrusts.
Finally, we both seemed to sense the approaching climax simultaneously. I began my faster and more powerful movements, while Mom arched her lower abdomen to receive my thrusts. Suddenly, Mom let out a long "Ah...Dear...Godmother, fuck Mom harder, ah...ah ah..."

At the same time, I began to violently thrust into Mom's lower body, slamming her perfect, white, and beautiful buttocks hard onto the bed. Each time, she would lift up again, waiting for me to thrust into her again. I was really fucking her hard, and she happily welcomed each of my thrusts, and even asked for more. My bed now made beautiful sounds in sync with my thrusts into Mom's overflowing, tender flesh. With each thrust, my testicles slapped against her beautiful buttocks. Mom had already raised her knees high so that my big cock could better penetrate her little hole.
I felt a tightness in my testicles, knowing I was about to climax. "Mom, I'm coming," I gasped. Mom was also breathing heavily, and her hips seemed to be dancing wildly beneath me, the frenzied rhythm unimaginable to me, given how beautiful her hips could be. Finally, my cannon fired, ejaculating my hot fluid into Mom's tight hole, scalding the inside of her body. Mom let out a long sigh from her nose, and then her body beneath me stiffened instantly, followed by intense trembling. Her body arched like a bow, lifting us both off the bed. For a while, Mom trembled, her rainbow-like body taut, the muscles of her vagina gripping my penis, spasming wildly. Mom and I reached climax together.

Then, Mom's body gradually relaxed, and we lay exhausted on the bed together. Mom's body was still wide open, her thighs spread apart, her beautiful breasts exposed on her chest, and her lips slightly parted below mine. I was still lying on top of Mom, but I was completely relaxed, though my penis remained hard, inserted into Mom's overflowing vagina. A large area under Mom's buttocks was wet with our love juices, and every now and then I felt a ripple in Mom's ripe body, the afterglow of her orgasm.

Gradually, I began to regain my senses. I felt a shock I had never experienced before. My life with my mother would never be the same again. Our relationship would no longer be the slightly provocative, nostalgic, and strangely intertwined mother-son relationship we once shared, like a cocoon. It had undergone a metamorphosis. My mother, my biological mother, had given her body to me, and had personally inserted her son's incestuous penis into her vagina, moaning seductively during intercourse with her son, experiencing forbidden pleasure. In my fantasies, our intimate union was already… but when this fantasy became reality, God, the pleasure was indescribable…

I couldn't help but begin to caress my mother's beautiful body. Her sensitive body trembled under my touch. Finally, my mother whispered to me, "Ah, darling, this is truly the most wonderful orgasm of my life!" Ah, I feel like I've never had an orgasm before, darling, you make Mom feel so beautiful. As she said this, I felt her vagina grip me tightly again, and my body began to tremble with pleasure. To be honest, this was the first time I'd heard my mother speak to me with such a vow-like tone, but I understood her. What we had just done was so different from her usual life that she needed such a strong tone to express the emotions she felt at that moment.

Mom, thank you, thank you, thank you. This is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. Mom, I don't think I can find any words to tell you how much I love you! At this moment, my whole body and soul are immersed in boundless love for my beautiful mother, unable to extricate myself.

Mom lay beneath me, smiling happily, her body still trembling. Ah, look at your bed. I know my bed is covered in the love fluids left from our lovemaking. For some reason, we were just together, excitedly exchanging meaningless words we couldn't quite decipher. I think we were just expressing our happiness. We laughed together. I lay on Mom's soft, fleshy body, the laughter making my penis gently rub against her vulva again, my penis hardening once more. Ah… um, I think this is good. We can clean the bed again, and then… um, prepare for our next time, and the time after that… Ah…

We maintained our previous position and continued talking, talking about how we came together, how we came together, and made love on my bed. When you first asked me to kiss you, I knew what you wanted me to do. But as I let you kiss me again and again, I knew I also wanted to make love to you. You know, I don't feel guilty doing this. I just love you, love you more than anyone else in the world. I think, including your sister and brother, even your father, I really wanted to tell you all this in this way. Mom, you might find it a little strange, but I love you as my mother more than ever before. Yes, your body fascinates me, and your ass is truly intoxicating, but I still see you as the best mother a person can have. We

talked, kissed, and caressed each other, and before we knew it, we were making love again. This time, Mom rolled over and straddled me, so she was on top. As she moved up and down on my penis, it was so beautiful it made my eyes almost pop out. It gave me an unforgettable sexual experience. Then we got up and had some snacks, and then went back to bed. Before the rest of the family arrived, we quickly made love again.
From then on, Mom became my lover. She constantly created opportunities for us to be alone, and sometimes we were even quite daring. For example, there was a large closet downstairs, big enough for a person to walk through, right opposite the dining room door. Twice, when everyone else in the house was still there, we hid inside, undressed, and made love standing up. Several times, late at night, when everyone else was asleep, we were together in the bathroom. I sat on the bathroom stool, and Mom straddled my lap while we did it. Sometimes, Mom would even come into my room in the middle of the night for a quick but very passionate sexual encounter. However, we also often had an afternoon just for the two of us. During these times, we would usually lie naked in bed for hours, kissing, caressing, sucking—ah, those happy times.

Whenever it was just my mom and me in the room, we would kiss, a wet kiss. My hand would slip under her clothes, exploring her vulva or grasping her breasts, while she would rub my penis through my pants. If it was safe, she would even unzip my pants… Actually, several times we almost got caught by others, but we always managed to get away with it. I think my sister had some suspicions about us, but she never mentioned it to either of us.

I got into a university not far from home so I could continue living with my mom. After graduation, I found a good job at a local company. Finally, with my mom's encouragement, I started dating a girl who reminded me of her, and eventually married her. She was a wonderful woman, warm and lovely like my mom, and I loved her very much. In bed, she was as passionate as my mom, her sweet and juicy body as full and mature as my mom's—exactly the woman I had always dreamed of.

Even during my courtship, my mother and I maintained an active romantic relationship. So much so that on the night before my wedding, I skipped my final bachelor party and instead spent the entire night making love with her. During my honeymoon with my wife, I had plenty of sex, but I couldn't wait to return and have a secret sexual escapade with my mother. This went on for many years. Every few days, I would try to return to my mother's side, to reconnect with the vagina that had given birth to me, while simultaneously enjoying a good sex life with my wife.

However, our sex life gradually cooled down, and finally, when my mother was in her sixties, we ended our sexual relationship. But we still often talked about it and still deeply loved each other. My mother is no longer with me, but she left me with a beautiful memory for life. This is not only because of her stunning figure or her delightful skills as a lover—in both aspects, my wife is comparable to her. I think it's because naturally, there exists one of the strongest human emotions between mother and child. And when this mother and child share a physical relationship that transcends ethical taboos, this union of spirit and flesh creates one of the strongest and most enduring relationships in the world. Thank you, dear Mom, for making my life so happy and so colorful.

[The End]

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