Homegrown flowers always smell better than wildflowers.

(IV)
My mother said that a woman's sexuality hibernates, but she knows the dawn of spring and welcomes it, like
a butterfly . Once that cocoon is torn open, she can no longer resist the temptation to fly.

I vaguely understood why my mother was so obedient to me: it was because I was her most beloved
son, because I was the man she loved most, but at the same time, it was also because I helped her tear open that cocoon, allowing
her to taste the happiness of flying freely in the sunlight.

In fact, more than me, my mother longed to be entangled with me day and night. This was an uncontrollable desire for a woman
nearing forty, and it took me some time to understand this.

Because my second sister and younger sister were there, my mother dared not show too obviously the pain she was suffering from desire.

In the room where the two of us were alone, in a corner where my second sister and younger sister couldn't see, my fingers
probed and kneaded my mother's hot flesh, and vigorously kneaded her full breasts.

My mother's sensitive body trembled incessantly, her eyes gleaming with a strange light as she reveled in the relentless assault of my burning
, large penis on her lips.

Young and naive, I was content with my mother's obedience and passion, often finding pleasure in teasing her, unaware that
beneath that beautiful body beat a heart tormented by suffering.

A ripe, juicy peach is entirely different from a still-green apple. I only
understood this when my mother and I had enough time and space.

It was the second weekend after my confession with my second sister. My sister had taken my younger sister back to our hometown, deliberately
creating an opportunity for my mother and me.

After dinner, my mother was taking a shower in the bathroom. I pushed open the door and naturally walked in. My mother didn't say
a word , stood up from the bathtub, casually wrapped a towel around herself, and came over to help me undress. We
naturally began to embrace, caressing each other while lathering each other with soap and washing carefully.

Her bath towel quickly fell to the floor. She bent over, using her tongue and warm mouth to wash my penis, her
cute head bobbing gently beneath her, her white buttocks raised high. I reached under my mother
and grasped her swaying breasts, kneading them incessantly, gently squeezing her small nipples while my penis thrust forward powerfully,
penetrating deeply. I could feel my mother's tongue darting around, a surge of excitement and inexplicable happiness welling up
inside me .

I withdrew my penis, which had been thoroughly washed and was now erect by my mother's skillful tongue. My mother let out a choked
gasp , and as she tried to straighten up, I pressed her down, trapping her head between my legs. My penis
throbbed against her snow-white neck, my scrotum feeling the smooth, alabaster-like flesh of her full body beneath.

I lay on my mother's plump back, gently parting her alluring, white buttocks. The mature
flesh of her vulva exuded heat, slightly protruding and swollen. Her mons pubis, washed by the hot water, seemed red and swollen. Her
usually shy clitoris stood proudly red, surrounded by sparse, dark pubic hair, appearing delicate and alluring against her snow-white
skin .

I turned my mother around, standing behind her, my erect penis deeply inserted into her fiery vulva,
slowly thrusting in and out, each stroke reaching its full depth. My hands roamed over her body, finally resting on her
delicate, red clitoris…

My mother's breasts swayed back and forth, her hands twisting and gripping the edge of the bathtub, emitting choked moans.

"Ahhh...good! Good...ah...that's it...ah...put it in! Ah...more!...
more...I'm coming!...I'm coming!...ah!"

Mom screamed, her hands could no longer support her body, she lay on the bathtub panting, her legs
were bending but held in place by my penis, and they remained frozen in this state, experiencing the peak of sexual pleasure.

I pulled out my penis, sat on the edge of the bathtub and hugged Mom, inserting my fingers into her opening and closing honey hole,
sweet moans rang out again, I pulled out my fingers again, let Mom lie on her legs and inserted them again, but my thumb was inserted into
her tightly contracting anus.

What echoed in the bathroom was no longer moaning, but whimpering and sobbing that made people go crazy...

"Ah...ah...good! Good...good son...ah...you're so strong...so strong...woo...woo
ah...woo..."

Mom knelt on the floor, her hands supporting her on the ground, I half-knelt and inserted my penis into her slit from behind, while
my middle finger was inserted into her anus and stirred quickly.

My mother trembled, her buttocks thrusting out, whimpering softly. Then, with my climax, her body tensed
and stiffened, before collapsing to the ground...

However, before she could fully regain her senses, I lifted her up. My strong right hand encircled
my mother's slender waist, while my nimble left hand, like a venomous snake, ravaged her vagina, my burning hot penis
rubbing against her snow-white buttocks.

My mother let out a soft sigh, her eyes closed, her head tilted back against my shoulder. One hand pressed against
her snow-white breast, the other against my wicked hand ravaging her vulva, seemingly both rejecting and
inviting: "Don't... ah... touch there... ah... just... there... ah!"

I gently nibbled at my mother's earlobe, whispering in her ear, "Mom, does it feel good?"

"Ah... good!"

"Then, open your eyes and look!"

Encouraged by me, my mother opened her eyes, then immediately closed them again...

her sensitive body trembled violently, weakly moaning, "No... don't look... ah!"

In front of us was a full-length mirror, from which we could clearly see my mother's beautiful
body writhing and moaning under my cruel touch.

My mother's vulva parted slightly under the touch of my fingers, dripping a little sticky fluid. I knew this wasn't
the semen that had just been ejaculated inside her; what had been deeply sprayed was definitely still deep inside her body, perhaps even reaching her uterus.

Her sparse pubic hair was wet, the nectar secreted during her orgasm, now flowing out, making it
glisten as it lay around her slightly swollen labia. My fingers parted her delicate labia majora, revealing her
pink labia minora and sensitive clitoris.

Mom writhed restlessly, clear fluid slowly flowing from her beautiful vulva,
dripping down her thighs and onto the floor, covering my hands.

"No…don't look!"

Mom moaned, pleading, yet her skin was flushed pink and burning hot with excitement.

When I placed my sticky, viscous fingers into my mother's sexy red lips, she sucked
on them , while her own fingers were also inserted into her vagina, probing and digging.

"Open your eyes and watch carefully, Mom, see how your son fucks you!"

I whispered obscene words in my mother's ear. She blushed with shame, but opened her dazed eyes,
secretly watching my thick, dark penis part her snow-white thighs and slowly enter her
wet, cunt from behind.

"Ah... ooh... no... no... bullying... Mom... ah!"

My mother was going crazy, her hands gripping the mirror, her body leaning forward, welcoming my new round of assault.

Her hair was disheveled, her sexy lips sucking on my fingers, her face flushed with extreme excitement.
Although she was saying not to bully her, her eyes were fixed on our sexual union, watching my
penis rapidly move in and out of her cunt, pulling her thick, tender labia in and out.

The lewd scene completely numbed her mind. Her mouth gaped open, saliva
drooled uncontrollably, her eyes became hazy and obscene, and she let out meaningless cries from the deepest part of her throat. She had no strength left
to support herself; her entire weight rested on my arm, her pink face rubbing vigorously against the cold mirror.

When I forcefully inserted my fingers into her anus, her vagina spasmed violently, her cervix gripping
my glans tightly, releasing her most intense vaginal fluid, making my glans throb.

After her orgasm, my mother had no strength left and could only lean limply against the mirror.

I made her lie face down on the sink and thrust deeply into her from behind again. My mother cried out again, begging for
mercy. She was almost dead from my fucking; her naked body was covered in sweat, and
her face, flushed with excitement and satisfaction, was reflected in the mirror. At that moment, I remembered my second sister's lewd appearance in her anus, so I pulled

my dripping penis out of my mother's vagina. 　　My mother let out a sigh that was hard to tell if it was relief or disappointment, but then she screamed because my penis was already aimed at her swollen anus and slowly inserted. 　　My mother futilely twisted her buttocks, letting out painful moans, begging me not to penetrate her anus. But this moan only stimulated my nerves more, and my penis seemed to grow larger. Accompanied by my mother's scream , it broke through the resistance and entered my mother's anus. 　　I thrust in and out in short, rapid strokes, and my mother's anus began to contract again, tightly gripping the base of my penis . I pushed the head of my penis forward, one hand rapidly rubbing my mother's vulva, the other hand vigorously kneading my mother's full breasts, pressing the woman beneath me down hard. 　　My mother's screams soon turned into low moans, and then rose higher. 　　"Ah...I didn't expect this...ah...good...good...ah... 　　so good　　... ah　　... 　　I'm going to die...ah... ahh ... 　　Even with the same passion, my mother and second sister were different. 　　Perhaps it was due to their personalities; my second sister was willing to fulfill all my requests, but there were some things I still needed her prior consent for, otherwise she would kick me off the bed without any regard for my feelings. Sometimes I felt like a pampered little man, not really a conqueror. 　　My mother was different. Even if she had objections, she would never do anything to ruin the atmosphere, but would explain afterward or express it through some kind of hint, making me feel that she truly belonged to me. 　　So I was sometimes very fierce with my second sister, making her writhe on the floor without holding back. But I held back with my mother, knowing her bottom line and not crossing it. 　　However, the incestuous affair alone had completely brought out the dark side hidden in my mother's personality . My mother later told me that she had made love to me with a "what's the use" attitude. Making love to her own son proved that she was already an irredeemable harlot and a wicked woman, not to mention that she derived unprecedented pleasure from it. Having betrayed all morality and etiquette, what wouldn't she dare to do? 　　During my first two years of high school, my mother endured the moral condemnation within herself, constantly telling herself it was the last time, yet she couldn't resist my temptations and indulged in the pleasure of incest. So, this usually dignified and elegant woman was exceptionally lewd in bed, but exceptionally cold in everyday life. 　　The torment of ice and fire nearly drove her insane, allowing her to derive the greatest liberation and pleasure from my abuse of her, only to regret it afterwards. 　　My mother said it was like drug addiction; knowing it was harmful, yet becoming increasingly addicted and unable to extricate herself, sinking deeper and deeper. 　　Because of this, my mother satisfied my first frenzied "abuse" the very next day. At that time, I was truly insane, captivated by the lewd scenes in pornography, single-mindedly wanting to train my beautiful mother into a lewd beast . 　　For an entire day, I wouldn't let her wear clothes, and I made love to her anytime, anywhere: we made love on the sofa, on the floor, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, on the desk, on the bed. I fucked her vagina, her mouth, her anus, and even did nipple play. 　　My semen sprayed all over my mother's body, and our love juices filled every corner of the house; the smell lingered for days . My mother was driven almost crazy by my torment, constantly crying and begging for mercy because of my semen...

Her strength was so great that she barely had time to rest, and all three of her orifices were red and swollen.

She slept in bed for a full day and night afterward, and avoided me for two whole weeks.

Of course, I didn't fare any better; in fact, I was even more exhausted than her, only managing to hold on thanks to my youthful body.

And when my second sister came back, she smelled that odor and gave me a severe scolding, saying that Mom was too
indulgent and indulgent towards me, completely disregarding my health.

Didn't she know that premature ejaculation was extremely harmful? I'm not made of iron; did she want to die young? Or
did she want to become impotent in the future? She then wanted to go and confront Mom, which startled me. I said, "You really dare to say it?"
My second sister then reacted, sitting silently for a long time before finally saying that she would eventually have to confront them.

However, she ultimately didn't have the courage to do so; Mom only discovered our relationship later.

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