Thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger

You might not think my mom is pretty. Walking down the street, you might not even notice this
woman nearing 50. Yes, that unassuming woman, wearing a dark red shirt and black
pants , carrying a bunch of vegetables and a plastic bag containing a dozen eggs, is here. Pay
attention! Her slender yet full figure, her firm breasts, her graceful waistline, and her confident,
feminine posture—if you only looked at her body, could you guess her age?

Look! Doesn't my mom's face exude the charm of an intellectual woman? It's an influence of kindness, gentleness
, and refinement. Oh, yes, there's a mole above her eyebrow, but that doesn't detract from her overall beauty.
Wrinkles? Of course! My mom is 49; wouldn't she be a monster without wrinkles? It's precisely those wrinkles that bring out her
mature charm.

Look again! My mom's breasts... well, they're the kind of breasts that easily evoke the image of a papaya.
They're not very big, not very small. Thanks to her bra, we can't see any sagging. All we can
see are two full, soft breasts inside her shirt...

Please look again! My mom's waist... isn't it unlike other middle-aged women's, which are often bulky? This is
what I'm most proud of! It's the essence of a woman. Because of my mom's slender waist, I've always thought my mom
has a better figure than my 25-year-old wife. Although my wife's waist isn't thick either, she doesn't have my mom's curves. Hmm
, the problem lies in her hips. My mom's hips are big, so they form a soft S-curve with her waist. My
wife doesn't have that S-curve.

Please look again...

Wait, we need to get down to business first.

I know men's eyes are always attracted to young, beautiful women, but I guarantee that if my mom
took off her pants in front of you, your dick would be rock hard, like a club! My mom
was very
beautiful when she was young . Even though she's 49 now, she still has a lot of charm, and her figure is better than many young women. I think she could still attract a lot of young men.

You may not like mature women, you may think this is a bit extreme, and of course, you can immediately express your
righteous anger and accuse me of being a perverted man. However, there's one fact you can't
deny: if you're a normal, healthy man—and by healthy, I mean you're sexually active and can get an erection
—and my mom takes off her pants, revealing her private parts, her blushing face and alluring
eyes…

you'd still want to sleep with her.

At least I think so. Oh, well… I haven't thought about it for a long time, but it's started again recently.
Why I'm single… it's a long story… I'll tell you later.

Maybe you'll think that if you're very horny, don't have other women, and don't want to abuse your precious penis
, then having a woman like my mom is a no-brainer. If you had a young, beautiful woman, well
… Well, that's not necessarily true. I don't think so. Of course, I'd like to sleep with young women too, but I
absolutely cannot leave my mother alone, because that feeling is something you can never experience with a girl…

I love my mother, that's undeniable. Writing this isn't a desecration of my mother. It happened, and I'm
telling it. Is that wrong? Millions of people with Oedipus complexes have their own thoughts. The hundreds
of incestuous literary works here truthfully reflect how our ranks are constantly growing and escalating. This
is art, do you understand what art is? Now I'm about to tell you the true story of my mother and me. If you don't want to
read it, you can close it now. If you do want to... you can fantasize about my mother. Anyway, in your
lewd mind, my mother is just a woman you imagine, not real. Oh,
don't misunderstand, what I'm saying is true...

I only decided to write this at noon today. My wife is away on a business trip, so I went home for lunch. My mom bought
eggs and vegetables. After I finished eating, my mom let me take a nap in my old little bed. This little room
used to be mine, but after I got married and moved to a new house, it became my mom's study. My mom is addicted to the internet now
; she goes online here every day, checking stocks, farming, and playing Farmville. My mom is an artist and very trendy. My mom often sleeps in
this little bed. I've noticed that my mom might not be sleeping in the same bed as my dad anymore. Why? Can I ask
?

I had just fallen asleep when I found something on my pillow—my mother's underwear. One was white, and the other was white
with small green floral patterns. Seeing the door was closed, I indulged my extremely perverted Oedipus complex and picked
up her underwear to smell it. Just from the smell, I knew both pairs hadn't been washed yet;
there was an indescribable odor, a mix of pungent and sweet, but definitely the smell of a woman's flesh. I was
excited.

I unfolded the white underwear; it was much larger than my wife's. It was obvious my mother had a very full bottom
. I had seen her at lunchtime while she was cooking; she was wearing loose-fitting loungewear—I don't know
how to describe it. It was the kind of loose, floral cotton pants that reached mid-calf, only suitable for
home wear. Of course, some women might wear them to the market to sell vegetables, you know. My mother has a pretty good figure;
she's not fat, except for her large bottom, she's rather slender, which makes her appear tall.

These pants are loose, but when my mom wears them, the buttocks area becomes quite large, with two prominent, slightly
drooping buttocks forming smooth curves. It easily reminds me of
the image of my lower abdomen touching those fleshy, white buttocks when penetrated from behind—the sight of that undulating, white flesh excites me.

Another feeling is that because of the fullness of her buttocks, the cleft is very deep, so a man's penis must be
very long to penetrate from behind; otherwise, it would be completely squeezed between her buttocks before even reaching her vagina
.

But that's not the point. The point is my mom's underwear. When I unfolded it, I saw a yellowish
stain at the bottom. Smelling it, the smell was strongest there—that was the part that came into contact with her vagina. I kept imagining what my mom's vagina looked like
between her thighs—something I'd seen before, which I'll talk about later. As I touched my penis, I thought,
my mom doesn't sleep with my dad. Actually, I've had a feeling they haven't had sex for a long time. Doesn't my mom want a man's penis?

Of course she does! As the saying goes, at thirty one is like a wolf, at forty like a tiger, and at fifty one is like a sitting duck sucking the dust dry. My mother is in good health.
And then there's the allure, that ripe, juicy pussy hasn't seen a man's penis in ages, how could it not crave it? Probably because she
often can't sleep at night, her pussy itching and dripping with lustful fluid, wetting her underwear.
Over time, the constant soaking of her underwear caused some kind of chemical reaction, leaving a
yellowish stain.

Oh dear, I'm getting so excited touching my own penis, what should I do?

Should I masturbate? Hmm, that's decided. I was stroking my penis under the blanket, eyes closed.

Then there was a knock at the door. I stopped, what a spoilsport.

My mom came in and said, "I'm checking the stock market, will that disturb your sleep?"

Of course I said it wouldn't. My mom sat in the chair at the desk, turned on the computer, and my head was between
the desk and the wall. We couldn't see each other's faces, but I could see her body,
so close!

My first observation was of her breasts. My mother was leaning slightly forward, looking at the screen, and her breasts, due to gravity
, sagged in a cone shape. Even through her cotton pajamas, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because I
noticed her nipples! Seeing my mother's breasts so close was very stimulating. They were rising and falling with her breathing. Then I
observed my mother's crotch. After sitting down, her originally loose pants clung tightly to her legs,
revealing her full thighs and exaggerated waistline. The curve between her slender waist and plump hips was incredibly sexy. Her crotch, directly in front of my eyes,
had folds in her pants forming an inverted triangle, vaguely revealing the bulge of her vulva…

As I carefully observed, I secretly touched my penis, almost ejaculating twice, but I held back.

Seeing me fidgeting, my mother said, "Am I keeping you awake by surfing the internet here? Should I
watch it ?"

I quickly said, "No, go ahead and watch, I can sleep." To avoid arousing her suspicion, I simply turned around
, facing the wall, closed my eyes, and went to sleep. I can't masturbate in front of my mother!

I wasn't asleep; my mind was wandering:

I don't even know when I started having this Oedipus complex. I only remember when I was very young—I can't even
remember that my penis would get hard, especially when I needed to pee. It was always hard and erect, and I remember
being very bothered by it. Once, I had my first ever sexual dream, absolutely my first! I remember it
vividly.

In the dream, my mother was squatting on the ground. I think I knew I was dreaming, and I was on her back, like an adult
carrying a child. My mother was carrying me, but she didn't stand up. I was pressed against her back, and it seemed like
one of her colleagues, a man, was watching. I woke up, my penis was incredibly hard, and I didn't
feel like I needed to pee. I was confused. When I saw my mother, I actually
felt like I wanted her to carry me.

Yeah, that was my first sexual dream. Later, I had the exact same dream several more times.
Thinking about it it's still strange. Why would such a scene appear in my dream? Is there anyone who can interpret dreams and understands psychology? Could you please help me analyze
this? Thanks.

Gradually, I started to become curious about women's bodies. Of course, the only woman I could interact with was my mom
. My mom thought I was too young to understand matters between men and women, hehe, she underestimated me. Because I liked my mom hugging me
, not my dad. I felt comfortable when my mom hugged me, though I couldn't quite explain why, hehe,
kids are just silly. To be able to hug my mom, I would stand on the bed as soon as she got off work, wanting
to wrestle with her. My mom would stand by the bed, and I would stand on the bed, her arms around my waist, her big breasts
pressing against my belly. I would twist and turn, it felt great, but I've forgotten
if . If it was, oh, how embarrassing…

Once, my mom was going to cook and didn't want to wrestle with me anymore. I didn't want to, so my mom said, "Let your dad wrestle with you
." I was helpless, hugged my dad and twisted a few times, but I didn't feel anything at all, sigh…

There are many things from my childhood that I can't remember, so I'll just tell you some that I can clearly recall
. However, the timeline might be out of order, those are not important.

The first time I had a strong feeling for my mother was probably when I was in elementary school,
around 11 or 12 years old. My mother was 24 when she gave birth to me, so she was under 40 at the time. I had just learned to swim and was very addicted to it, pestering my father to take me swimming
every day . One time, my mother went with me. She had never been in a swimming pool before; that was her
first time.

She bought a swimsuit by the pool—one of those old-fashioned swimsuits, you know, those
boxy women's swimsuits, they must have been pretty ugly, haha. I stood in the water and shouted to my mom, "Come on down
... the water's shallow..."

My mom slowly got in. I don't know if it was the cold water or her fear of the water being her first time, but she
excitedly shouted, "Hey, give me a swim ring, give me one..." The swim ring was already around my waist.
I emerged from the water and pushed the swim ring towards my mom. She reached out to grab it, but she missed.
The swim ring floated away with the current. My mom was terrified. I rushed over and hugged her. She clung tightly to
me, shouting loudly. But!

At that moment, I suddenly felt an extremely strong desire. How can I describe it? My mom's body was so flexible
. My first thought was: So soft! So incredibly soft! So damn soft! Soft, big breasts, soft belly,
soft thighs, those thighs wrapped around my waist, I was a little dazed, that feeling I'll remember for a lifetime, no, for most
of my life. Even now, writing this, my dick is hard again!

I've dreamt countless times of turning back time, of going back to that swimming pool… that feeling was fucking
amazing !

There's another story.

Back in elementary school, I had two best friends, one named Zhang San, the other Li Si. Oh right
, my name is Wang Wu. We played together all the time, inseparable. Our most frequent destination was my house. Our curiosity and understanding of
women began with my bookshelf. My mom taught music and had a great love for art.
My bookshelf was full of her magazines, mostly music and dance magazines. We were most interested in
carefully looking at the photos of the dancers, dressed very scantily and revealingly, which excited us.

Once, Zhang San and I were discussing a ballet still, because the female dancer's thighs
looked bulging, like she was holding something in them. We were very curious, women don't have penises, right? Why is it also?
What's bulging inside? We studied it for ages without finding anything.

We were still studying it after school that day when my mom came home. We quickly put a bunch of magazines back on the bookshelf. My
mom, of course, had no idea what we were doing. She thought we were still kids, clueless little kids who were just
playing around. As soon as my mom got home, she changed her clothes. I remember she was wearing long johns; I can't remember
what The light yellow long johns were very tight, clinging to her thighs and buttocks. Why do I remember the long johns so vividly?
Because all three of us noticed that the tight long johns clearly outlined the contours of my lower body—
a round large buttock, full thighs, and the crucial area was just like what we'd seen in the magazines, bulging
and protruding!

It was like Columbus discovering a new continent! We were incredibly excited!

After we left, Zhang San insisted that I have a chance to see my mom's genitals, to see what was bulging inside.
I said I was too scared, and the other two laughed at me, saying I was a coward, that even my mom was too scared to look? "Of course! I really don't dare,
but you do?"

From then on, we never went to the riverbank, the stadium, or any other boring places to play. We'd all go to
my house after school, insisting on waiting for my mom to come home before leaving, all because we wanted to see her swollen vulva.
Once Zhang San and Li Si both said it was really exciting to see my mom's vulva, that it made their dicks really hard, and I did too.
But they said that at school, to other classmates. I remember very clearly what they said
: "Wang Wu's mom's pussy is really swollen. We saw it at his house, we've seen it several times!" At the time, my mom was considered the prettiest female parent in
the whole class. She was a music teacher, very elegant, and knew how to dress. Other classmates envied
them for being able to see my mom's vulva.

I was furious and resolutely refused to let them come to my house after class. They pestered me to go, threatening to never speak to me again if I didn't let
them . Sigh, I was so spineless; I took them there, feeling like I'd betrayed my mom. When I got home
, my mom was still wearing those tight thermal underwear, which annoyed me. They got their way again, but actually,
I really wanted to see.

We sat in the living room, and my mom said something to Zhang San and Li Si that I can't remember. I only remember my mom going to
the bathroom. We looked at each other, and they were grinning mischievously. We could clearly hear
the sound of someone urinating coming from the bathroom. My face turned red. Ugh, how could my mom urinate so loudly? They could hear it!
Zhang San was naughty. He ran to the bathroom door, listened carefully, and even pretended to push the door open. Li Si
was laughing beside him, and I grinned stupidly too, but I felt really uncomfortable.

Later, I insisted on going to Zhang San's house. When we got there, his mother looked like a persimmon, with a face full
of wrinkles , and when she spoke, it sounded like she was shouting. We really had no interest in looking at her. Zhang San even said that he
had noticed his mother's vagina often bled, and that he often found blood-stained toilet paper in the trash can. I found it incredibly disgusting
. We went to Li Si's house again. Li Si's mom was alright, not as pretty as my mom, but acceptable. However, she
didn't wear those tight long underwear, so we had no way of knowing if her vagina was bulging like my mom's.
But I'm almost certain that all women are the same, just like men's penises are all pretty much the same—stick-shaped
. I've never heard of anyone having a triangular or square penis.

Your potential for learning about sex is amazing. The three of us quickly learned that men and women
can't have children without sex. I used to think that if a man and a woman slept together for a long time, the woman would
get pregnant. We also learned various things about intercourse: what is impotence and premature ejaculation, what is an orgasm,
and masturbation.

I couldn't help but laugh when I thought about masturbation, hahaha, it was so funny!

I covered my mouth with a towel, afraid my mom, who was online, would see me laughing. Why was I laughing? Because
we didn't know the word "淫" (yin), it sounded like "浮" (fu), so we pronounced it "浮". Zhang San asked me, "
Have you ever done 'masturbation'?" We both said no. Zhang San said painfully, "Don't do 'masturbation' anymore, it'll make you impotent." I
was startled . Actually, I had just learned how to do it, and I had done it several times. The first time, I was terrified—why was
water coming out of my penis? I realized it wasn't blood, oh, it was the legendary semen!

Zhang San said that 'masturbation' would cause impotence, which really scared me. But every time I saw my mother's swollen
vagina, I couldn't help but want to do 'masturbation' again. Later, I saw an advertisement in a magazine claiming that a Chinese medicine could
treat impotence, and it even had a recipe. I hid the magazine, intending to keep it until my wedding, so that if
I ever became impotent, I could drink the Chinese medicine mentioned in the article.

That magazine... is long gone...

Just like that, I was lost in thought, reminiscing about the funny things from my childhood. Now that I think about it, it's really good to write it down. Hehe
.

I was about to get up when I saw my mom had stopped checking her stocks and was watching something with her headphones on. Seeing I was awake,
she took off her headphones, smiled, and said, "You're awake! I'm watching our dance. Take a look."

I leaned closer and saw it was a video of my mom and a group of retired women performing a fan dance at the senior university
. My mom was the youngest there; she was the instructor, so the camera was mainly focused on her. She was wearing
a pink performance outfit, holding a fan, and dancing intently. Her figure
stood out , like a swan among ducks—perky breasts, a plump bottom,
and a slender waist. Wow, my mom is really something!

I said, "Oh, Mom, you're the prettiest one in this group!"

My mom immediately beamed, her face flushed, and her eyes revealed a shyness and a hint of excitement. I said modestly
, "Oh, what are you talking about? I'm the youngest here, they're all over 50..." But the expression on my face was
so happy, I could feel her joy. Hehe, I guess it's been a long time since I complimented my mother
, I had to make her happy.

So I said, "Mom, with the figure you're maintaining now, you won't change much when you're their age
, you'll still be very beautiful."

My mother was very excited, her face turned red like a young bride.

Actually, what I wanted to say was, "Mom, look here, your breasts are the perkiest, your butt is the roundest, and your waist is the thinnest...
" I didn't dare say it out loud, if I did... hehe, I don't know how embarrassed my mother
would be, maybe even itchy between her legs, her vagina, which hadn't tasted a man in years, would produce a gush of moisture...

I said, "However, your hip-twisting posture is wrong. Your upper body can't twist along with it, or it'll look like you're
unsteady."

My mom listened attentively to my advice and said, "Oh, I feel it too, but why can't I
control ?"

I said, "It's very simple. I'll teach you. You just need to find the feeling of hip swaying."

My mom stood up with her back to me, gracefully spread her arms, and twisted her waist from side to side: "Like this...
is a little better?" I looked at my mom's plump buttocks, feeling a surge of desire. I deliberately said, "Your upper body is still
moving along with it..."

"Huh? But how can you not move your waist?"

"Like this, let me hold you, um... sway your hips... yes... keep your upper body balanced..."

I placed my hands on my mom's waist, and as she twisted her body, her clothes slid up, and my hands directly touched
the soft flesh of her waist. Ah, it was really smooth and soft, and my penis uncontrollably hardened.

Under my guidance, my mother swayed her large hips, letting my hand lightly caress her waist, saying as she swayed
, "Is this right?" Her movements caused an electric shock-like friction between my palm and her plump, fleshy waist
! I had a strong desire to pull this writhing, mature body into my arms, to hold it tightly!

No! This is my own mother!

I silently screamed in my heart. Just then, my father woke up and came in, making a loud noise, saying, "Wang Wu
, are you awake? It's time, don't be late for work..."

At this moment, my mother suddenly removed my hand from her waist, stopped swaying, and my father came in
. My mother said, "I'm up, watching my performance." I noticed that my mother's face was actually a little red.

I've been very excited all afternoon, why? Fellow wolves, why is this happening? Why did she quickly remove my hand from her waist when my father
came in ? Is she hiding something? And
what's with the slight redness on her face? Is it due to blood circulation caused by the activity or something else?

This gives me endless imagination and an irrepressible sense of excitement. Could it be that the legendary thing
will become a reality for me? This is so exciting!

But, maybe not. Maybe my mom doesn't have those thoughts at all. It's all just my own
wild imagination Hmm, maybe. But, there's still a chance tomorrow. My wife
won't be back until the day after tomorrow. I'm going to mooch lunch tomorrow. I'll talk about it tomorrow. I'll stop writing here tonight. I really need to torture my dick
. Just thinking about it is exciting. I'll write about what happens tomorrow.

Good night, everyone.

My mom called me home for dinner (2).

Actually, I only wanted to write one word today: No chance!

Sorry, I wrote two.

This was expected. In this world, where are there such messy and strange good luck?
It's like I bought a lottery ticket, but I've never won a big prize.

Yes, nothing happened. Could it happen? Incest? Go to hell... Men always have
unrealistic fantasies. In our fantasies, we become heroes, towering figures atop majestic mountains, wielding grand strategies to
rule the world. In our fantasies, we become millionaires, driving our own top-of-the-line automatic fighter jets
, flying from London to New York in a flash. In our fantasies, we consume ginseng buried for two hundred million years beneath Changbai Mountain,
suddenly gaining superpowers. After quelling the chaos in the Middle East, we are revered and begin interfering in
the hegemonic policies of a certain superpower. In our fantasies, our penises become as magnificent as a donkey's, causing every
woman to exclaim in awe: "Oh my god!" In our fantasies… we commit incest with my mother…

These are all fantasies, aren't they?

It's impossible, right?

But fantasizing isn't too much to ask, is it? Because of the harsh realities of life, we can only
satisfy our psychological needs through fantasies bordering on ecstasy, like a child holding a water gun, shouting, "?!
?!" while another child clutches their chest, grimacing and yelling, "Ah… ah…"

Yes, we learn to fantasize from a young age.

I fantasized all day today, I'm exhausted.

When I got home and saw my mom, dinner was already ready. I ate a little something and went to bed. Then I
noticed my mom's underwear was gone, probably washed. So I called out to her, "Mom, go check your stocks
, I'm fine." My mom stood at the door, smiling gently, and said, "I'm not checking today, you
go to sleep ." She closed the door behind her.

Yeah, that's it. Over. Over

? No!

Where there is oppression, there is resistance! You can stop my body, but you can't stop my mind from moving forward
! You can cut off my head, but you can't take my soul. I'm just fantasizing! It's none of your business!

Actually, I fell asleep at noon, not thinking about anything, not even recalling those exciting childhood memories. What follows
is what I wrote as I recalled things, haha, my wife isn't home, I can write whatever I want, who dares to stop me?
I'm writing with my pants down and my dick showing! So what? Even if she were home! I... I wouldn't dare to mess around like that
...

Where were we in our reminiscing yesterday? How could I forget? Let me check the first chapter...

Hehe, I saw everyone's replies, thank you so much! However, you all thought I was making up
a story and offered valuable suggestions, but what I'm about to say is true, believe it or not. Just treat it as a story, it's pretty
much the same anyway.

But I still want to emphasize this!

This is true! I can't change my 49-year-old mom to 39, I can't change my 26-year-old self to 16, I can't write about
things that didn't happen, or things that did happen, and I can't make up yesterday as yesterday and today as today. Ugh, it's infuriating!

Also, I don't know if this is a long story or a short story, I don't know what will happen tomorrow, where I'll
end up, maybe this will take years to write, maybe it'll end the day after tomorrow when I finally confess to my mom and we sleep together.
Who knows?

Oh, speaking of which, I'm being silly, hehe, this silliness is intentional, don't nitpick! I'm starting
to like saying it this way, and I've decided to say it like this from now on: "Flip, flip, flip, flip, flip...flip...flip
...it'll drive my Chinese teacher crazy.

" Zhang San says that flipping your hand can cause impotence, which is terrible news, because I've tried it, and I enjoyed it!
Exhausted. Therefore, I deeply hate my lack of willpower. Every time, I resolve that this is the last time! But
the last time has become so many times, even now. Yesterday, I thought the same thing—the last time, haha
, the last time after more than ten years, yet I still can't stop.

The longest I've gone without lifting my fingers was almost half a month. Then one thing completely made me lose my grip.
Exams were approaching, and my grades had always been good; I studied very hard. I studied until very late every day, and then I'd feel sleepy during the day
. That noon, it was very hot. My mom and I were lying on the same bed. She was holding review materials, reading
multiple-choice questions , and I had to answer them. It was very hot, and I was only wearing underwear. My mom's image has been
replayed in my mind countless times. Let me tell you in detail: My mom was wearing a white,
sleeveless . I could almost see my mother's fair and voluptuous body through her vest. Her breasts swayed inside
, the nipples a deep color. When she lay down on the bed, her breasts drooped to the sides, making me
incredibly excited. My mother was only wearing underwear, revealing her pair of snow-white, full thighs. Of course,
her swollen vulva was even more clearly visible, like it was holding something inside. It was even more swollen than my penis! It was
unbelievable .

My mother and I lay side by side. My mother asked me questions while answering them. I don't know why, but now I think it
must have been an unintentional action of hers. As she asked me questions, one of her full, smooth thighs was placed on my leg
and rubbed back and forth. That softness, that slipperiness, I still miss it to this day. And it was the inside of her thigh! My God
, it was more stimulating than an electric shock, the soft, smooth feeling was so comfortable!

I was facing away from my mom at the time, my penis was hard, and I was completely absorbed in feeling her full, soft
thighs. I didn't hear her ask any questions, nor did I answer. My mom said, "Wang Wu! Are you
asleep?" I quickly said, "No."

My mom stopped rubbing her thighs against me, and I really wanted to feel it again! Even now, I still
think a woman's thighs are the most sensual part of her body, and that incident has shaped my sexual orientation to this day. My mom
asked me why I wasn't answering, and I said I needed to pee. I was on the inside of the bed, and my mom was on the outside. I had to
crawl over her to get off the bed. As I crawled over, I touched her thighs again, and I could even
feel the trembling of her fleshy thighs.

As I passed over her, I smelled a wonderful scent on her body, a woman's scent
, and I could see her plump, tender flesh faintly visible under her white tank top. It was so tempting;
I could almost see the shape of her nipples on her full breasts!

Of course, I didn't pee. I went to the toilet and my hand was tingling. I held it in for half a month, and finally I couldn't hold it anymore. Don't laugh at me
; you wouldn't be able to hold it in either. So, I want to advise all the wives of my fellow "wolf lovers": never think that
just because your child is young, you can have overly intimate contact with him. What might be an expression of love for you could
be an unparalleled sexual stimulation for a young child! However, parents nowadays should understand this very well, unlike my mother's
generation , where people didn't understand.

Now, analyzing this incident, I realize my mother definitely didn't do it intentionally; you can't blame her. My mother is a
woman with sexual needs, and her sexual desires weren't being met. Why? I'll tell you why later
. For now, her natural actions unintentionally revealed her body's sexual needs. At that moment, she was actually
enjoying the pleasure of her thighs rubbing against me. Because I was her precious son, she had no psychological defenses
, nor was she consciously aware of it; it was instinctive. The intimacy with her son took on a strong sexual connotation.

Hmm, I have to mention this again because this incident has played out countless times in my mind!

Each time, there's a different version. I often fantasize that if I had a time machine, I would go back to that time
, and when my mom rubbed her alluring thighs against me, I would recklessly roll over and pin her down…

Back then, it was practically impossible to take off her pants; I could only forcefully hold her down, using my hands
to pry open the bottom of her panties and insert my penis. My mom struggled, panting, and
said urgently, “Oh! Wang Wu! What are you doing! Don’t do this!” But her struggles were futile.

“What am I doing? Heh heh heh…” I grinned lewdly.

My penis plunged into my mom’s vagina!

It felt incredibly smooth and comfortable inside her. Ah, that place where only my dad could insert
his penis , I finally tasted it!

“Ah!” My mom let out a humiliating moan.

I started thrusting my penis in and out. My penis was hard, and my mom’s vagina was soft.

Soon, my mother accepted the fact that she was already inside me. What was the point of resisting?
Besides , being penetrated by her son's penis felt...so good...

My mother painfully resisted the pleasure inside her vagina, but she couldn't resist. She had been craving a man's penis for a long time
, and my penis inside her made her feel unbearably good. She held onto my shoulders with both hands, panting and
moaning , "Wang Wu! Don't do this! Xiao Wu! Ah...ouch...Wang Wu..."

My mother's vagina was plump and soft, and very wet. Sticky love juice kept gushing out as I fucked her
. I lifted her vest and saw her pair of white, plump, papaya-shaped breasts swaying back and forth.

My mother experienced a hardness and pleasure that she had never felt with my father. She submissively hugged me, letting the pleasure overwhelm her. Her
big buttocks welcomed my defilement, her face flushed with shame as she closed her eyes, not daring to look at me. She was enjoying
the good show of incest between mother and son. During her climax, she cried out her name urgently: "Oh! Xiao Wu! Ah! Wang Wu! Ah! Ah
! Wu..."

This version of the fantasy cost me at least 4 ounces of sperm.

There was another version that cost me half a pound, but that was a more refined version. The beginning was the same; my
mom struggled and resisted. Until my penis slammed in! In this version, her panties were pulled down.
How were they pulled down?

Well… I really hadn't thought about it.

In the blink of an eye! I thrust my hips forward, and my penis slammed in!

"Ah…" my mom cried out softly, her mouth wide open, her eyes suddenly changing from fear to tenderness. Her
expression showed extreme pleasure, like a parched land receiving rain. Then she stopped struggling, letting
my penis remain inside her vagina, her breath coming in soft gasps.

I slowly pulled my penis out, then, catching her off guard, I thrust it in deeply again!

"Ah! Hmm..." Mom let out a cry of extreme pleasure, her eyes tightly closed, her face turned to one side
like a shy new bride, her hands trembling as she gripped the sheets, her full breasts
heaving . She moaned shyly, "Mmm...no...don't...don't do that to Mom..."

I cupped Mom's plump buttocks with both hands, and slap! slap!...I started fucking her.

My mother's voluptuous body writhed like a worm, her entire body trembling under my thrusts
. She groaned uncontrollably. My penis was incredibly powerful inside Mom's greasy cunt, conquering her as if she were in
an empty field!

The immense pleasure my father had never given her before made my mother lose all restraint. She gripped my penis tightly with her
vagina, her hips heaving violently. At the peak of her orgasm, she pulled me close and whispered urgently in my ear, "Ah! Xiao Wu
! Ah... harder... fuck Mommy!" (Note: This version is based on a true story I created

after actually having sex with a woman in her forties .) 　　Besides the two versions above, there are nearly 20 other versions, which I'll recount one by one: 　　Hehe, forget it. I'm annoyed even if you're not. 　　Then there are other things, like discovering other men were lusting after my mother, and Zhang San, who was eyeing her, and my mother also... wait a minute, there's no end to these things. 　　I still want to discuss yesterday's events. Why did my mother quickly ? Could it be that when I touched her waist, she felt pleasure from the caress? Did she deliberately not say anything and just enjoy it? What was my mother thinking at that moment? 　　Maybe she was thinking, "Oh, my son's hand is touching my waist, how embarrassing! But, hmm, it's a man 's hand, it feels so good… Is he doing it on purpose? Sigh, what am I thinking? Hmm, touch forward… touch Mom 's belly… Is it soft… 　　Don't go down! Ah… that's Mom's… pussy… Ah! Don't think about his penis, I'm his mother." 　　If the above isn't true, why is she blushing? 　　Hmm, maybe it's because she just exercised, that makes sense. 　　I think… everyone should wash up and go to bed, it's getting late, it's already 1 a.m.

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