Random kiss 1

Abnormal Feelings ~ (1) My mother's stockings

My name is Li Yuyang, and I am eighteen years old.

Sometimes when I think about my family, it is really unbelievable. After all, this is not something that ordinary people would experience. After several years, I finally figured it out and decided to write it down and share it.

When I was still confused and had no memory, my father was gone. When I was in elementary school, the school held an event and invited parents to the school. I asked my mother why we didn't have a father.

My mother's small lips trembled slightly and she said, "Xiaoyang, your father went to a very far place."

Of course, when I got older, I learned that my father was hit by a drunk driver in a fatal car accident. However, my gentle mother was afraid that if her son knew, it would have a bad influence on him, so she had to say it vaguely.

Without my father, my mother's life has not been easy these years.

My aunt told me that my mom was crowned the campus beauty by the boys as soon as she entered university. At a young age, she was pursued by my dad, who was rumored to be very handsome. She had her baby while still in university and got married at the same time—a campus couple that everyone envied…or perhaps "campus couple" is more accurate?

She gave birth to us during the summer break of her sophomore year, so she didn't even need to take time off work—it was incredibly convenient.

Why do I say "gave birth to us"? Because it's because my sister and I are twins, although we're fraternal (duh, identical twins can't have fraternal twins, right?).

We look very alike; it's almost impossible to tell us apart by our facial features. When our hair was half-grown, even relatives and friends couldn't tell us apart until we started school and I cut my hair short while my sister grew it long.

My sister and I probably inherited our parents' good genes; many people have said we're beautiful, although I'm a little annoyed, since I'm a boy! But seeing my mom's face, I know there's a reason we're so pretty.

Her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows complemented her bright, large eyes. Her small, exquisite nose had a high bridge, and her moist lips always wore a smile, the corners of her mouth gently upturned like a cute little cat's mouth.

Her long, soft, jet-black hair seemed weightless, always fluttering in the wind; I heard an advertising agency even approached her to film a shampoo commercial. Although she's thirty-seven now, probably because she takes good care of herself, she still looks like a girl in her early twenties.

After my father passed away, my mother devoted herself entirely to working to raise my sister and me. Although she always had many suitors, she never fell for any of them. Perhaps my sister and I were her everything, and she didn't need anyone else's involvement.

My mother especially doted on me, her younger brother. Even after I reached school age, she couldn't bear to let me go to school, only enrolling my sister. She took me to the company every day and continued to take care of me for an extra year, so while my sister is already in her final year of high school, I'm only in my second year.

Perhaps it's because Mom's position is high enough and her performance is good enough that no one says anything when she brings her child to work?

Mom works as a senior manager in a foreign company, which is why she has to wear a business suit to work every day. When I was little, I always followed Mom around, and I saw her always putting on something strange on her legs before going out. It looked like pants or socks, some were shiny, some were transparent, some were black, and some were gray—a whole variety of colors.

I asked Mom curiously, "Mom, what are those things you're wearing?"

Mom stopped halfway through putting on the pantyhose and smiled, "These are pantyhose."

I innocently asked, "Can I touch them?"

Mom's little cat-like lips curled up, "Sure, but you can only touch Mom's. You can't touch other girls' pantyhose."

"Okay, I know!"

Mom continued to put the pantyhose on her already smooth and delicate legs, lifted her tight skirt to pull the pantyhose up to her waist, and then smoothed the stockings on her legs.

My little hand gently touched my mother's stockinged calves. The sensation was like an electric shock, a sudden, earth-shattering shock. Looking back, that was my first experience with stocking fetishism!

My uncontrollable hand began to stroke them back and forth, the silky feel sending shivers down my spine, as if trying to memorize the sensation. After touching her calves, I was about to reach for her thighs when my mother blushed and stopped me.

"Little Yang, you're being naughty. You can't touch any higher."

"Why not?" I asked, my innocent eyes wide with confusion.

"Because..." My mother tilted her head, trying to explain seriously, "You can't just touch a girl's legs."

"Then Mommy can't let me touch them." I said, feeling wronged, my bright eyes almost brimming with tears. "Doesn't Mommy love me anymore?"

"Of course I do! You're the apple of my eye, Mommy loves you the most." My mother stroked my face tenderly.

"I want to touch Mommy's feet, I want to touch Mommy's pantyhose!"

I clung tightly to Mommy's leg, stubbornly resisting her. Finally, Mommy laughed, as if she couldn't take it anymore, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She gently picked me up and placed me on her lap. "Sweetheart, you win."

Then she pulled my little hand onto her thigh, which was covered in shiny pantyhose. "Look at you, you little pervert! What will you do now?"

I giggled happily, my hand continuing to stroke Mommy's smooth, pantyhose-clad leg. Although I didn't understand why I wanted to do this, my hand just kept touching it uncontrollably. At that time, touching Mommy's pantyhose wasn't driven by any lust; it was simply because it felt nice to touch.

This habit of touching Mommy's pantyhose every morning continued until about fourth grade. I was quite a big kid back then!

One morning, I woke up feeling like there was something in my pants. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, only to find that my penis had grown slightly and was sticking up. I was terrified, having never experienced anything like this before. I kicked off the covers and ran frantically to my mother's room.

"Mom! I'm sick!"

My mother, who was getting dressed for work, saw my panicked state and quickly bent down to hug me. "Xiao Yang, what's wrong? Where are you sick?"

"Mom, look at my penis, it's swollen!"

My mother was slightly surprised when she saw my penis after I pulled down my pants, realizing that her son was starting to develop. Although it wasn't very obvious, it was already erect.

"Oh, this means your penis is getting bigger, Xiao Yang is growing up." My mother reached out and patted my head. "Our Xiao Yang will soon be a grown-up."

"Really?" I finally smiled with relief, my right hand instinctively reaching for my mother's thigh and touching her smooth stockings.

It would have been better if she hadn't touched it. The moment she did, his previously half-erect penis rapidly grew larger and harder, eventually reaching an angle exceeding ninety degrees and continuing to point upwards. The mother, who had been basking in the joy of her son's growth, was stunned. How could her son have gotten an erection from touching her stockinged legs?

And this was only ten years old; although he wasn't very old, his penis was already erect like an adult's, or even more so, the vascularized shaft looking quite alarming.

Looking at her son's erect penis, the mother actually felt shy.

She casually brushed the little hand off his leg and gently said, "Xiao Yang, put your pants on. You're a grown-up now, why are you being so shy?"

"Yes, I'm a grown-up!" Happy, I didn't notice my mother waving my hand away. I happily pulled up my pants and ran back to my room to get dressed for school.

After that, Mom wouldn't let me touch her stockinged legs anymore. She

always said adults shouldn't touch stockings, that I was too ashamed to be without my mom, and that a little pervert would be laughed at. Whenever I put my hand on Mom's leg, she would push it away. Maybe I really did grow up and become more sensible, realizing that you really can't just touch a woman's legs, so I really stopped touching Mom's stockings.

But being sensible also means understanding women's affairs.

After entering junior high, a bunch of precocious kids started circulating adult magazines in class that

weren't actually erotic at all, featuring people wearing slit skirts or swimsuits (it seems so silly now), then screaming for ages, the kids quickly crowding together to see what was so interesting. Curiosity was inevitable, but that level of curiosity didn't excite me. It seemed that not only my penis, but even my lust matured early.

Only I knew what would excite me.

Stockings.

Walking home from school, seeing young women in suits, stockings, and high heels on their way home from work nearby stirred up a strange feeling within me, like a cat seeing a cat toy dangling in front of its eyes.

Since starting junior high, my mother no longer let me into her room when she changes clothes. I can only watch through the half-open door as she slowly puts on her pantyhose, her legs smooth and delicate. Although I don't know why, every time I see this, my penis instantly gets hard and hot, both uncomfortable and irresistible. But my lust is mature, yet my knowledge is not, and I don't know how to release this feeling.

Until one day during recess at school, a few classmates huddled together, secretly discussing something. I vaguely heard things like "big gun," "penis," and "it feels so good." Curious, I stood at a distance and listened for a while before pulling one of my best friends over to ask them what they were talking about.

"They're talking about how great it is to masturbate."

"What's masturbating?"

"Ugh! Are you kidding me, Li Yuyang? You don't even know what masturbating is?!"

"What is it?"

My classmate was incredibly arrogant, as if it were some huge secret everyone knew except me.

"Masturbating is when you hold your penis and keep moving it!"

"That feels good?"

"Please, do you have to act like an idiot?" He shook his head, looking exasperated, and turned away.

Having gotten this information, after school, while my mom and sister were still out, I went back to my room, pulled down my pants, and exposed my soft little brother. I swallowed hard and rubbed my penis together, as if I was about to try some new scientific experiment.

After grasping my penis entirely with my right hand, I slowly moved it back and forth. Sure enough, my penis started to grow bigger and harder, swelling up completely. At first, I only felt the penis getting bigger and didn't think much of it, but gradually, with the back-and-forth motion of my hand, waves of soreness and numbness rose from my penis. My mind gradually became unable to think, and my hand naturally moved faster and faster, hoping that the soreness and numbness would become stronger and stronger.

Finally, as the strange sensation on my hot penis reached its peak, a urge to urinate came from the glans, which was still half-covered by the foreskin. Panicked, I thought I was going to pee, and tried to walk towards the toilet, but found that both my legs were stiff and I couldn't move, while my hand continued to twitch uncontrollably. Unable to hold it in any longer, I finally ejaculated a thick stream of white semen from my urethra with waves of pleasure.

While ejaculating, my right hand continued to move mechanically until five or six more intense ejaculations ended, and then I breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

So this is what masturbation feels like…

From then on, whenever I saw a woman with beautiful legs in stockings on the street, my penis would secretly get hard in my pants. My classmates just thought Li Yuyang was strange, why did she suddenly rush home after seeing something, but they didn't know I was rushing home to masturbate.

One day in my third year of junior high, I was walking home again after seeing a working woman with beautiful legs in black stockings on the street. I couldn't wait to get home and masturbate, but I found high heels in the entryway. It turned out my mother had gotten home earlier than me.

With my erect penis, I was about to go to my room to relieve myself when I noticed my mother had thrown her clothes off the bed after work and was already taking a shower. I glanced into my mother's room and was shocked to find that she had also thrown her stockings on the bed. I remembered they were a pair of imported, iron-gray pantyhose.

For some reason, I slowly walked towards my mother's room. After looking at the gray pantyhose on her bed, my breathing became rapid. It was the pantyhose Mom wore…

It had been years since I last touched Mom's stockinged legs, and now this pair of pantyhose on the bed stirred up memories of her beautiful legs in stockings. Making sure the sound of Mom showering in the bathroom was still going on, I slowly reached for the pantyhose.

The instant my fingers touched the soft silk, an electric shock rushed back to my mind, and reason was quickly thrown aside. I quickly unzipped my uniform pants, pulled out my horribly swollen penis, and began frantically rubbing my shaft with my right hand, holding the pantyhose in my left.

Enjoying the soft, silky feel of the fabric, I instinctively brought Mom's pantyhose close to my nose, taking a deep breath at the transparent crotch. There was Mom's unique body scent, and a faint, indescribable smell that, though ineffable, incredibly aroused my lust.

Encouraged, my already erect penis swelled even larger. A few strokes with my right hand unleashed a near-maddening pleasure, and my entire shaft gushed forth thick streams of semen with unprecedented force, pumping continuously dozens of times, spraying a large patch of white, sticky fluid onto the wooden floor in front of me.

Luckily, I wasn't facing my mother's bed, or I wouldn't have had to clean up.

Coming to my senses after the frenzy, I dropped my stockings and rushed to the living room to grab a whole pack of toilet paper, then hurriedly began wiping up the stains on the floor in my mother's room. After haphazardly stuffing the semen-soaked toilet paper into my trash can, my mother, just then, finished showering and came out wrapped in a towel.

"Xiao Yang's home?" my mother asked, drying her hair with a towel.

"Yeah, Mom, why are you home so early today?" I replied guiltily.

"I went to a client's place to take care of some business today. After I finished, it was almost time to leave work, so I just let them know and came straight home." My mother walked towards me, steaming hot. "Hey? Xiao Yang, what are you doing with a pack of toilet paper?"

"Oh, well," I hurriedly explained, "I ran home and it was so hot, so I'm sweating a lot and I'm just wiping myself off like this." I grabbed another tissue and wiped my face.

"Why did you run home like that, you little rascal?" My mother chuckled. "I'll wipe you off for you."

With that, she actually used the towel she had just used to dry her hair to wipe my head. I, a third-year junior high student, am exactly the same height as my 168cm tall mother. As her head was lowered, my gaze was drawn to her chest wrapped in a bath towel.

Her chest was steaming, and she was breathing slightly. The bath towel couldn't cover her fair and rounded upper breasts at all, and her huge, snow-white breasts looked like they were about to burst out. The overly stimulating sight made my breathing even more rapid.

"Look at you, you're still panting from running." Mom scolded me with maternal love.

I was panting, but not from running, it was because I saw your huge breasts, Mom!

After rubbing the towel on my head for a while, Mom finally took it away. "Alright, Xiao Yang, if you're sweating, hurry back to your room and change your clothes, or take a shower."

So I hurriedly ran back to my room, glancing back one last time before entering. My mother, wrapped in a towel, walked back into the room with her back to me. Her mature, voluptuous body was almost bursting out from under the towel, her large breasts barely concealed, her slender waist, and her round, full hips. Oh my god…

From that day on, I began to realize that my mother was a “woman.” I started

looking at her more often, and that’s when I discovered that my mother was truly a rare beauty. She had long, flowing black hair, delicate and elegant features, a gentle yet slightly delicate voice, a devilish figure of 35D-24-36 (that’s what my mother told me later, of course), and a pair of long, straight, beautiful legs. Add to that her business suit and the alluring stockings she wore every day, and she was a completely captivating young beauty.

I also noticed that my mother always took off her clothes and showered as soon as she got home, and she would leave her clothes on the bed. Lace panties, a D-cup bra, and my favorite stockings gave me many opportunities to satisfy my lust.

Fortunately, one day in my first year of high school, I discovered that the vent on the bathroom door could see into the bathroom while my mother was showering (of course, normally no one would spy on someone in their own home). That very day, I immediately grabbed the flesh-colored stockings my mother had left on the bed, squatted under the vent, and shamelessly spied on her while masturbating with my large penis wrapped in the stockings.

Hot water washed over her fair skin, dripping down her breasts, which were pink and adorable, not at all like the ones my age should have. Her full breasts and slender waist and pert buttocks formed a fatal curve, and paired with her delicate and cute face, she didn't look like a woman in her thirties at all.

And then there were her perfectly proportioned legs. Just thinking about how the stockings I was rubbing were wrapped around those long, beautiful legs made my hot penis tremble uncontrollably.

At that time, I still didn't know what sex was all about. I only felt that my mother's body was incredibly alluring. Just being able to watch her delicate body release the hot semen from my penis was already an indescribable happiness.

As my mother rubbed shower gel on her large breasts, she also reached out and rubbed her smooth, white, and enormous breasts. When she touched her two cute pink nipples, she unconsciously let out a "ah ah" sound, which made my blood boil even more. My masturbation, still wrapped in pantyhose, quickened.

After washing her breasts, my mother turned around, showing me her front. Her large breasts showed no signs of sagging due to age; instead, they stood proudly upright in a pair of beautiful teardrop shapes.

Looking down, I realized a fact I had never noticed before: my mother had no pubic hair. Even I, a first-year high school student, had started to grow sparse pubic hair around my penis, but my mother had none.

My mother's delicate private parts had two very small and cute labia. Her entire genitals were small and clean, like those of an innocent young girl. At the time, I didn't understand the mysteries of this place; I only thought it was exceptionally beautiful, so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

My mother dripped shower gel onto her hands and slowly lowered them to her genitals to begin rubbing. My mother's delicate willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly, her large, watery eyes closed, and her kitten-like mouth opened gently, emitting sweet moans with the movement of her hands.

Listening to this angelic music, my already engorged penis could no longer withstand the pleasure. My left hand quickly pulled off the stockings still covering my penis, and my mind went blank as I thrust into the bathroom vent, ejaculating a torrent of thick, viscous fluid, some of which even sprayed through the vent onto my mother's calves and feet.

I was surprised by how powerful my ejaculation was. I quickly grabbed some toilet paper from the living room and carefully wiped away the large clump of male semen dripping from the bathroom door. It felt

so good, so incredibly good.

If I hadn't learned more later, I might have been content with that.

In my second year of high school, a group of friends brought over several well-worn pornographic magazines. For me, pornography was a new experience. The only sex education I had before was probably knowing how to masturbate, and the vague, incomprehensible stuff in my middle school health education textbook. Come to think of it, my sex education hadn't improved much since then.

These pornographic magazines were extraordinary; they not only had pictures of naked women, but also several images of men and women intertwined. For me, this was a new shock, and I quickly asked my classmates what they were doing.

"Come on, you don't even understand? This is masturbation, sex, going to bed, you know?"

"I just don't understand."

"Come on, Yu Yang, you're so pretty... Damn, I misspoke, wait, no need to bring out your fist. I mean, with such good looks, you're not still a virgin, are you?"

"Being a virgin isn't illegal!" I retorted angrily.

"Making sex..."

A classmate who seemed very experienced immediately began to explain his romantic escapades with some prostitute, and several other experienced guys next to him nodded in agreement. We virgins were dumbfounded, while some inexperienced guys pretended to be experienced and spoke fluently.

"Anyway, the feeling of your penis going into a woman's vagina is simply indescribable! You just want to thrust your whole body, penis and all, inside. It's a completely different world from masturbating!"

"Is that so?" I asked stupidly.

"That's it."

"Ugh, what are you boys talking about?!" High school classes are co-educational, and the girls in my class finally noticed our lewd talk and angrily came over to interrupt our continued fantasies. But I'd already absorbed the knowledge, so I guess I achieved my goal?

So sex is more pleasurable than masturbation? How come I never knew that before?

After school, I rode my bike home. On the way, I passed an office building, and a trading company was closing up shop. Several office ladies, chatting and laughing, came out of the main entrance. Looking around, I saw beautiful women in fitted suits and flesh-colored stockings clinging to their legs. This sight made my stocking and leg fetishist blood boil again.

Looking at their breasts and swaying hips, I wondered if having sex with them would be as pleasurable as they described.

Thinking about it, my penis started to bulge again. Riding my bike with my penis throbbing was incredibly uncomfortable, so I rushed home to give myself a good hard time to relieve the urge. Before I could even take off my shoes, I saw my mother had already arrived, putting on her high heels and heading off somewhere.

"Little Yang's back! Come on, let's go grocery shopping. The company closed a huge deal today, I'll cook something nice for you tonight."

"Ah… I…"

"What 'ah'? Come on, let's go."

My mother tossed my backpack aside and took my hand, pulling me out the door. I was about to say no, intending to retreat to my room for another good time, when her warm hand grabbed my heart.

Sitting in the passenger seat, my mother talked animatedly about what happened at work, but my attention was only on her ample breasts under her suit and her beautiful legs in black stockings under her tight skirt. The object of my fantasies shifted from the women at the trading company to my mother. Yes, my mother is prettier than them all.

And that's not just wishful thinking. Although she's in her mid-thirties, my mother takes excellent care of herself. Her already elegant and beautiful face shows no signs of aging; instead, with age, it has gained a mature charm.

Her full 35D breasts, though tightly bound by her suit, still seem to almost burst out of her white silk blouse. Her slender calves are encased in non-reflective black stockings, making her appear exceptionally sexy and beautiful.

Sex.

After hearing that word, lewd thoughts began to linger.

What was originally just fantasizing about young women I saw on the street, now that I was fantasizing about my mother, my desire was ignited.

Yes, physically speaking, my mother should be the best partner for sex.

My oblivious mother happily took my hand, selecting one high-end ingredient after another, occasionally rubbing her ample breasts against my arm, making me restless the whole way. Sometimes, pushing the shopping cart, I lagged behind my mother, and looking at her graceful figure and her beautiful legs tightly encased in black stockings, my penis would immediately get erect, forcing me to walk awkwardly to hide it.

I wished I could just grab my mother and experience the pleasure of sex right there.

Back home, my mother quickly cooked and served the dishes, several of my favorite lavish meals. Ah, my poor sister is still at school for evening self-study because she's a senior in high school; it's really hard on her.

"Xiao Yang, open your mouth, come on, ah."

Mom thoughtfully picked up some food and asked me to open my mouth to feed her, treating me like a little kid. But Mom seemed to be in a really good mood today, always wearing her signature little cat-mouth smile, looking much brighter than usual.

"I can just pick it up myself, Mom." I blushed and shrank back.

"No, this dish was specially cooked for you, Xiao Yang has to try it first to see if it tastes good."

"It's...delicious."

"Hehehe, that's good, eat more."

Mom suddenly got up and took out a bottle of what looked like expensive foreign liquor from the glass cabinet behind her, and placed two glasses on the table.

"I'm in a good mood today, why don't you have a drink with Mom? Clients always give me these things, but I don't drink them often myself." As she spoke, Mom unscrewed the cork and filled both stemmed glasses, placing one in front of me.

"Huh? I'm still a minor."

"Sigh, if your guardian says it's okay, then it's okay!"

Mom forcefully shoved the glass into my hand, then tapped it lightly against mine, forcing me to take a small sip.

Hmm, it was a bit astringent, but it felt warm after swallowing, so it wasn't too bad.

During dinner, I chatted with Mom about interesting things at school, and we downed glass after glass of wine. Mom, in particular, kept drinking one glass after another. Although the alcohol content didn't seem very high, at this rate, she'd be drunk soon, right?

Sure enough, after half an hour, Mom started showing signs of intoxication. Her beautiful eyes closed involuntarily several times, and her full upper body kept slumping towards the table.

Not long after, her eyes finally closed completely, and just before her body collapsed onto the table, I quickly got up from my chair and caught her. Mom rested her head on my shoulder comfortably, groaned "Hmm...", and then completely lost consciousness.

This was so embarrassing, how was I going to clean up this mess?

Now a high school sophomore, I've grown to 178 centimeters tall, 10 centimeters taller than my 168-centimeter-tall mother. I bent down, wrapped my other arm around her slender legs clad in black stockings, and lifted her horizontally. The delicate touch of the thin stockings sent shivers down my spine.

I carried her into her bedroom, gently placing her on the pillow. She let out a soft moan, "Xiao Yang..."

I thought she was waking up and calling me, so I quickly leaned in to kiss her face. But she was fast asleep; she was just talking in her sleep.

Looking at her beautiful face up close, my heart raced. Seeing her small, lovely red lips in her sleep, I was overcome by a sinful, almost impulsive desire to kiss her.

I wanted to kiss her.

A kiss wouldn't hurt, would it? My mother used to kiss me when I was little, though it was always just on the cheek.

My mind raced with wild thoughts, and though my mind was still racing, my face involuntarily moved closer to my mother's beautiful face. Then, I gently pecked her cute little lips.

Damn, I kissed my mother's lips! I kissed her!

Although it was only for a brief moment, the soft sensation had already reached my lips, making me savor it deeply. After kissing my mother's little lips, I felt like a string had snapped, and I began to lose my mind. I

got up and walked to the foot of the bed, unzipped my uniform pants with my right hand, took out my huge, erect penis that had grown to eighteen centimeters long, and began to stroke it fiercely.

"Ah, Mom, Mom..." I moaned, not caring whether my mother would wake up, stimulated by this immoral pleasure. My left hand was not idle either, reaching out to hold my mother's small feet covered in black stockings in my palm.

I started teasing my mother's stockinged toes. Even though she was asleep, her toes seemed incredibly sensitive, twitching a few times that startled me, so I stopped. After confirming she was still fast asleep, I continued masturbating, still holding her stockinged feet.

The smooth feel of her stockinged feet aroused my lust, making me cherish her like a precious treasure. I gently stroked her smooth, beautiful legs, the pleasure intensifying until it reached its peak, becoming uncontrollable.

Just before my swollen, purplish glans reached its zenith, and my semen was about to erupt, I, completely out of control, pressed my penis against the sole of her foot. Feeling the soft, silky sole, I suddenly ejaculated, releasing the life essence stimulated by my lust for her.

One after another, dozens of times, my semen filled her entire foot. The excruciating pleasure, like my brain being drained, lasted for several seconds before slowly subsiding.

After the incredibly satisfying ejaculation, I finally came to my senses and started thinking about cleaning up. I frantically grabbed a whole pack of toilet paper from the bathroom to wipe my mother's feet, which were soaked and smeared with my semen.

Because the amount of semen was astonishing, besides her stockings and feet, there was also a lot of liquid splattered on the bed. So I kept pulling out sheets of toilet paper. Only after I thought I had roughly cleaned up did I hurriedly stuff all the used toilet paper into the room's trash can.

"I'm home."

This "I'm home" startled me. It turned out my sister had come home after evening self-study. Seeing the dishes on the table and two wine glasses, it wasn't hard to guess who had been drinking.

"Hey, little brother, you've been drinking! Where's Mom?"

"Mom made me drink. She's drunk and sleeping in her room now." I wondered if my older sister had noticed the flush on my face.

"Your face is so red, did you drink too much?" My sister said, bringing her small face close to mine. Looking at our almost identical beautiful features from about fifteen centimeters away, I felt a strange flutter in my heart.

"Yeah, I haven't been drinking." Actually, I didn't know if the flush on my face was from the lingering redness after ejaculation or from the heat of drinking. I just hurriedly ran back to my room and collapsed onto the bed, carefully recalling everything that had just happened.

I masturbated and ejaculated while touching my mother's stockinged feet...

I wonder if I cleaned myself up properly, and if my mother will find out?

But, ejaculating while touching my mother's stockinged feet was really amazing, I've never had such an intense ejaculation before...

Lost in thought, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I woke up with a start the next morning, realizing I hadn't even changed my clothes before. Thinking about what happened last night, my face flushed and my heart raced again. I tidied my hair a bit and prepared to go to class, but my mother was nowhere to be seen. She had probably already gone to work.

I couldn't concentrate in class that day; all my thoughts were focused on the lewd act I'd committed the night before, ejaculating on my mother's feet. Adding to the anxiety was the worry that my mother hadn't discovered my shameless behavior when she woke up, and my head was throbbing with pain.

Distracted, I returned home to find my mother already there, wearing a different outfit and stockings than the night before. She greeted me with a smile, showing no sign of distress. Looking at my beautiful mother, I felt a pang of guilt, but also a sense of relief, believing she hadn't discovered what had happened.

Back in my room, after putting down my bag and trying to clear my head, I suddenly remembered I hadn't emptied my trash can. Looking down at the trash can under my desk, I was shocked to find it completely empty—the one that had been overflowing with toilet paper used to wipe away semen.

A wave of despair washed over me. Oh no! Why hadn't I just flushed the toilet paper down the toilet or emptied the trash in the morning? The trash can was now overflowing with toilet paper used to wipe up some kind of unidentifiable liquid. Even an idiot would know what that was, let alone a mother who had given birth.

"Um, Xiao Yang,"

Mom said, standing in the doorway as I was panicking. She looked at me, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating. I couldn't utter a word and could only wait for her to explain.

"Last night...you..."

"I..." Oh no, oh no, I'm really doomed.

"You..." Mom's lovely face turned completely red, and she couldn't say anything more. She started fidgeting with her hair, unsure of what to do.

An awkward atmosphere filled the room, and for several minutes, neither of us spoke a word, remaining in this stalemate. Finally, Mom broke the silence, came in, and sat on the edge of my bed, patting the bed and telling me to sit down too.

I obediently sat down beside her, like a little rabbit who had made a mistake, not daring to move. Mom turned to me, looking at me with loving eyes, and reached out to pat my head.

"Our little Yang has really grown up."

"I'm sorry, Mom, I..."

"It's okay, you're a boy, this is normal. Mom isn't angry or looking down on you, I just want to know why you did this?"

"I..." Looking down at my mother's legs, which were now wearing light white stockings, my penis began to swell uncontrollably again.

"I..."

"It's okay to say it, I'm your mother, it's okay to tell me what's wrong."

My longing for stockings and my mother's beautiful body over the years quickly echoed in my mind, several key scenes kept crashing in my memory, until I could no longer bear the throbbing in my heart.

"I love Mom, especially Mom's legs in stockings. Every time I see Mom wearing stockings, I get so excited. Ever since Mom stopped letting me touch her stockinged legs, I've actually loved looking at stockings even more, whether it's at home looking at Mom's or outside seeing other pretty girls, as long as they're wearing stockings, I can't stand it. Every time I come home, my genitals are so swollen, so that's why... that..."

I finally mustered up the courage to stop myself from continuing.

Startled, Mom gaped, speechless for a minute or two before finally recovering. "Do you like looking at other girls' stockings too?"

"Yeah, I do. Sometimes when I see them, I really want to touch them. Mom, am I a pervert?"

"Of course not, Xiao Yang, you're definitely not." Mom pulled me into her arms, my face pressed against her full breasts. The alluring scent of her body made my heart flutter. "Just don't touch other people's stockings, that's illegal."

"I can't take it, Mommy, I really can't take it..." I cried out, my voice trembling against Mom's large breasts through her clothes.

"You really can't take it, Mom, I'll let you touch them..." Mom's face flushed red.

"Really?!"

I jumped up in surprise, staring incredulously at Mom's blushing face, unable to believe the good news I had just heard.

"Hmm," Mom gently placed her hands on her thighs, which were covered in light-colored pantyhose, "It's better than you going out and touching other girls, right? Rather than that, you can touch Mom's legs, it's okay."

Trembling, I slowly knelt in front of Mom, unable to believe it, "Really...can I?" My left hand gradually reached onto Mom

's pantyhose-covered thigh. Mom just nodded shyly. With permission, I quietly placed my hand on Mom's thigh. The silky touch brought me familiar waves of pleasure. I stroked it back and forth, while Mom closed her eyes at some point, quietly enjoying the caresses from the thin pantyhose.

The pantyhose felt so good, and as a result, my penis started to throb in my pants, quickly forming a huge tent. Unable to bear it any longer, I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled out my hot, huge penis from my underwear.

"Oh dear, Xiao Yang, what's wrong with you..." Mom opened her eyes at the sound of the zipper and saw me displaying my enormous, 18-centimeter-long weapon. She stared in disbelief at her son's massive, veiny penis, so unlike his delicate features.

Without a word, I simply touched Mom's thin stockings with my left hand and began stroking my penis with my right. Mom blushed and braced herself on the bed, watching me shamelessly manipulate the giant penis in her hand.

Although the pleasure was incredibly intense, perhaps because Mom was watching or because of my nervousness, more than ten minutes passed, and I still couldn't ejaculate. My hand finally ached from stroking it. Mom watched me struggle, increasingly tired but unable to ejaculate, and felt a pang of heartache.

"I can't take it anymore, Mom, I'm so sad..." I cried out in a pleading voice, mustering my courage, I stood up and thrust my penis in front of my mother. "Help me, Mom, please..."

"Why don't you just use your hand? Why do you want Mom to hold your son's...?" My mother's face turned as red as a tender, ripe apple.

"I can't get it out, Mom, I know you're the best, please help Xiao Yang, please..."

Staring at the throbbing, huge penis in front of her, my mother thought for a minute before finally slowly extending her delicate hand and gently encircling the penis.

In an instant, a wave of pleasure surged through my senses. My mother's boneless hand only gently stroked it three or four times before my already swollen penis began to throb, ready to ejaculate.

"I want it... I'm almost there... Mom!!"

With a frantic roar, I reached up with my right hand and forcefully kneaded my mother's full breasts beneath her suit, while my left hand viciously grabbed her thighs, which were covered in light-colored stockings. Before my mother could react, my throbbing penis gushed out streams of white semen.

This continued for almost half a minute, my mother's hands didn't stop, and I continued to rub her breasts and thighs, spraying my semen all over her body.

The shirt concealing her large breasts, the tight skirt of her suit, the thin stockings, even my mother's beautiful face were accidentally splattered with my semen. Finally, it was all over. Almost exhausted after the climax, I collapsed onto the floor of the room, panting, looking at my mother, whose entire body was covered in my semen, frozen there helplessly.

"Oh, really!" Coming to her senses, Mom, with a shy look on her face, grabbed some toilet paper from the bedside table and started wiping away the marks I had left on her body, complaining coquettishly, "You came so much, and it's so sticky, how am I going to clean this up..."

Seeing my mother's alluring demeanor and hearing her soft voice, my still-erect penis became incredibly aroused again, standing erect and pointing directly at her, making her blush and feel hot and bothered.

"You naughty little Yang, I'm ignoring you."

After wiping away the remaining semen from her body, my mother looked at the murky fluid soaking her light-colored stockings, tilted her head for a few seconds, and then simply took them off and handed them to me. As she was taking off the stockings, I inadvertently saw the sexy lace panties she was wearing under her skirt, which made my little brother tremble violently again.

"You seem to really like the way Mom looks in stockings, just like your dad used to be. I guess you like playing like this too. You're lucky to have these stockings, you stinky little Yang."

With a tone that was both reproachful and teasing, my mother left me in the room, whistling happily as she walked out of the door. I was stunned, still pondering the meaning behind my mother's actions a second ago, but the next second I instinctively put the thin stockings on my still-erect weapon and quickly began to masturbate.

"Oh, Mom!" I groaned loudly, making sure my mother outside the door could hear me. I had just ejaculated once, and the purplish-red glans felt the smooth, tight stockings against my penis. A few seconds later, I shuddered again and ejaculated the remaining semen onto the toe of the stockings. The intense pleasure finally made me half-conscious.

Half an hour later, I finally had the strength to get up and clean up the mess. I removed the semen-covered stockings from my now limp penis, wiped the floor clean, and then, naked, walked out to the bathroom to wash.

I saw my mother, now in her pajamas, soaking her outfit, which was covered in semen. She turned around, saw me standing naked in the doorway with the stockings, paused for a moment, blinked her bright eyes, and then burst out laughing.

"What are you standing there for? You've made Mom's stockings even dirtier now. Here, Mom will wash them for you."

She then ignored me, who was still standing at the bathroom door with my semi-erect penis, and took the rolled-up stockings from my hand, putting them in the sink to wash.

"Mom, I thought these stockings weren't just for me..." I asked uncertainly.

"Mom didn't say you couldn't use them, but I still need to wear them, don't I?" Mom's face flushed slightly again.

"I can still wear the pantyhose you've handled, otherwise it's such a waste. I can just wash them. Anyway, they're my son's... Ugh, never mind. Anyway, if you want to take them in the future, just go to the third drawer in Mom's room."

I can imagine the look of joy on my face at that moment, but then I added, "But, actually, I like wearing them on Mom..."

"Huh?" Mom's mind went blank for a moment. "Then I'll take them off for Xiao Yang when I get home from work..."

"I like Mom wearing them right now. While wearing them... like just now..." Now it was my turn to be speechless.

"You little devil!" Mom turned her head away shyly, "You're so lewd!"

"Can I, Mom? Please?" I pleaded.

"Fine, whatever you want, you're so annoying." Mom said shyly.

"Yay!" I was overjoyed and almost jumped up. After so long, I finally confirmed the relationship between Mom and me—that Mom was the one who helped me masturbate to satisfy my sexual needs.

"Um, Mom, can I touch your breasts?"

"No, what breasts? That sounds awful. Oh, you pervert, why did you reach out like that?"

For more than half a month after that day, every day after Mom came home from work and I came home from school, she would come to my room and make me masturbate while wearing her work suit and sexy stockings.

At first, Mom was a little shy, but she gradually got used to this abnormal relationship. Even her request for me to touch her breasts, which she initially refused, is now basically ignored. She has improved a lot, of course, but it still has to be through her clothes. Although it's not quite as satisfying, it's still very arousing.

Especially Mom's legs, she wears all kinds of high-end stockings of different types and colors every day. I can see them and touch them. It's the ultimate pleasure to have such a sexy beauty like Mom masturbate me.

While rubbing Mom's stockinged legs, I accidentally discovered that as soon as my hand touched the inside of Mom's fleshy thighs, Mom's body would tremble. As long as I kept touching her, Mom would close her eyes and seem to enjoy my caresses, which excited me even more.

"Mom, I want to do something different." With one hand, I vigorously rubbed Mom's 35D breasts through her clothes, while the other hand gently stroked the inside of her tight gray stockings. My erect penis was being gently stroked by Mom's silky hand. Suddenly, I had a new idea.

"What's different?" Mom asked, puzzled, and her hand movements slowed down slightly.

"Like this."

After saying that, I had Mom sit on the bed, and I sat down facing her. Then I clamped Mom's sexy thighs, which were covered in gray stockings, together, and inserted my 18-centimeter-long erect penis between her legs from below. The fierce penis thrusting up and down between her stockinged legs created an extremely lewd scene.

"Oh, you little devil, where did you learn this kind of thing? I'm so embarrassed." Mom covered her eyes with her hands, too ashamed to look at the huge penis thrusting between her stockinged legs.

"This is called leg sex, I learned it from a book, doesn't it look like a giant python in a valley?"

"What giant python, you really are..." Mom simply turned her head away, not daring to look anymore.

My big penis, tightly gripped, moved up and down rapidly, enjoying the unparalleled silky touch between Mom's legs. Just as I was about to ejaculate from those beautiful legs, I paused, stepped back a little, and used Mom's stockinged little feet to grip my penis, starting another round of thrusting.

"You can do this? My god, Xiao Yang, you..."

"This is called foot sex. It feels so good, Mom, your little feet feel so good." I thrust rapidly between the soles of Mom's stockinged feet, watching Mom's shy, feminine expression, making me so happy I lost all sense of time.

Before long, my penis gushed out streams of semen like a fountain, spraying down and making Mom's stockings sticky again.

I let my mother's small feet continue to hold my semi-erect penis, which was still inside her, and sat on the bed to rest for a few minutes before releasing her feet so she could wipe the semen off her legs and the bed, and also wipe my penis.

Seeing my mother's charming expression of both reproach and tenderness as she cleaned the semen stirred my heart again, and I slowly became erect once more. As my mother got up to go to the bathroom to wash her stockings, I hugged her from behind to prevent her from leaving the room.

"What are you doing, Xiao Yang? It's still sticky on your legs," my mother gently tapped my head.

"No, stay with me a little longer." With that, I raised my now fully erect weapon again, and with both of us standing, I inserted my penis between my mother's legs from behind, rubbing against her genitals through the stockings, causing her to tremble slightly.

"Don't thrust like that, Xiao Yang, not there..." my mother tried to pull away.

"I'm just fucking your stockinged legs, Mom," I said, filled with lust.

"What do you mean by 'doing it'? It sounds awful, ah..." Mom couldn't finish her sentence because my penis was thrusting in and out between her legs while my hands reached behind her and grasped her two round breasts.

Even though it was just through her clothes, Mom was still too weak to speak, letting me knead her breasts while my penis continued to thrust between her legs. Mom's inner thighs were already sensitive, and the angle of my penis thrusting was just right to hit her private parts. Under this double attack, Mom quickly reached her climax.

"No...no...stop it! Ahhhhh!" After a series of shudders, Mom's body went limp. Through her stockings and panties, I felt a damp heat emanating from her underwear, even seeping through the stockings and wetting my penis. Had Mom reached her legendary orgasm?

Thinking this lewd thought, I thrust my penis in and out a few more times, releasing the last of my semen with a series of "plop plop" sounds, making a wet, sticky mess between Mom's legs—it was hard to tell if it was my semen or her post-orgasmic fluid.

"Okay, okay, Mom's going to wash up..." Mom blushed and pulled away from my hug, heading towards the bathroom in a disheveled state.

"Mom, did you just have an orgasm?" I boldly asked.

"Wh...what!? You little brat, talking nonsense! I'm ignoring you!" Mom was incredibly embarrassed and quickly scurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

After that, this incestuous play didn't last long. My mother said that this kind of thing had to be stopped temporarily. I was so disappointed that I almost cried, thinking that I had done something wrong. My mother quickly hugged me and comforted me, explaining that she was having her period and wasn't feeling well, so it wasn't convenient for me to have her use her thighs to hold my penis in and out.

"But I'm so engorged, what should I do?" I asked innocently.

"I also like Xiao Yang doing it to me like that..." My mother said shyly, revealing her true thoughts.

"But there's really no way. How about I help Xiao Yang with my hand?" My mother suggested warmly, after all, she couldn't bear to see her son suffering from holding back his semen. With no other options, I could only nod and agree to go back to the first solution.

My mother had me sit on the edge of the bed, pulled down my pants, and took out my already hard and huge penis to start masturbating. However, I don't know if I had started to get used to my mother's masturbation, or if my endurance was slowly getting stronger. After masturbating for more than twenty minutes, I still couldn't ejaculate. Finally, my mother's hand started to ache, just like mine had before.

"Has Xiao Yang gotten better? He's lasted so long! He's not like that little boy who would ejaculate so quickly after a little bit of pleasure anymore." Mom said, her tone a mix of happiness and worry.

"I don't know. I still feel so good, but I'm always just a little short. I can't seem to ejaculate." I frowned, making a pained expression as my penis was held in Mom's hand.

"What should we do?" Mom asked helplessly, wondering if she was doing something wrong.

"Then, Mom, can you help Xiao Yang with your mouth?"

"Huh?!" Mom recoiled in surprise. "What do you mean by helping you with your mouth?" "

It means you can take Xiao Yang's penis in your mouth and move it back and forth, and lick it with your tongue..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Mom quickly covered my mouth with her hand. "Don't say that again! Where did you hear this crazy idea?" "

My classmates told me. They say it's called oral sex, and it feels really good to be done by a woman like that." I looked at Mom with expectant eyes.

"What?!" Mom was a little angry. "Making a mother suck her son's... well... isn't that too embarrassing?"

"But I really can't ejaculate." I spread my hands innocently. "Mom, I know you love Xiao Yang the most, please help Xiao Yang."

I grabbed Mom's hand and swung it, acting like a spoiled child. Mom couldn't resist me and said, "Alright, you little devil!"

"I knew Mom was the best to me!" I happily stood up and held my penis directly in front of Mom's upturned lips.

"You knew it! You little pervert!" Mom reached out and stroked my veiny penis a few times. "Let me make it clear, Mom has never done this before..."

"Not even Dad?" I laughed when I heard that.

"That's right, you little pervert." Mom said helplessly. Then she hesitated for a moment, looked at the penis in front of her, and gently stuck out her tongue to lick it, making me shudder.

After confirming the taste wouldn't be too bad, she slowly enveloped the glans with her entire lips and began moving back and forth. Because my penis was too thick and long, my mother couldn't swallow the whole thing; she could only take in the front half of the shaft.

Receiving oral sex from my beautiful mother for the first time, I groaned with pleasure

, tilting my head back. Because she wasn't very skilled, her teeth would initially scrape the glans, but after I showed a pained expression, she quickly corrected herself, avoiding scraping the shaft. Her tongue was incredibly agile, tracing patterns on the glans, each stroke feeling like a thousand tiny needles stimulating my penis. I growled softly as I forcefully ripped open my mother's shirt, leaving only a few buttons undone.

My mother gave me a reproachful look with her bright eyes, but didn't stop me, continuing to stroke the back half of my penis back and forth with her small mouth.

With my mother's tacit approval… I swallowed hard and lifted my mother's lace bra. Her 35D breasts, which I hadn't seen in ages since I'd spied on her, bounced out and swayed before my eyes.

Her round, snow-white breasts were like elastic teardrops, their pink nipples seemingly defying gravity, standing firm and upright. They didn't look like the breasts of a woman in her thirties at all. The skin was so delicate and thin that you could see the bluish veins underneath.

Without a second thought, while she stood and sucked my penis, I reached down and vigorously kneaded her full breasts. As my hands rubbed her nipples, my mother trembled all over, and her mouth movements quickened.

The faster I kneaded her breasts, the harder her mouth sucked. I suddenly pulled out my penis and gently placed my mother on the bed. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. I quickly straddled her chest, using her large breasts to clamp my penis between them, and continued thrusting while her tender flesh enveloped it.

Because my penis was quite thick and long, and my mother's breasts were large, while thrusting in and out of her cleavage, the tip of my penis remained tightly inserted into her mouth. I enjoyed the dual pleasure of breast and oral sex, feeling as if I was about to fly away in bliss.

"Mom, I... I'm going to cum!"

Before my mother could react, my penis, inserted into her mouth, began to ejaculate in bursts. My mother tried to pull back and release my penis, but because I was straddling her upper body, tightly gripping her two large, white breasts, she couldn't get away.

I didn't release my mother's breasts until I had only ejaculated a few more times, then I knelt up and pulled my penis out of her mouth in one gulp, uncontrollably spraying the last few spurts of semen onto her beautiful face. My

mother, stunned by the facial, lay on the bed with her mouth half-open. Noticing the semen already dripping from the corner of her mouth, she snapped her lips shut and swallowed all the semen I had just ejaculated into her mouth.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I made you eat my dirty stuff..."

"This is my beloved Xiao Yang's stuff, how could it be dirty? But you little pervert, you didn't pull out, and then you ejaculated all over my face."

My mother gently tapped my head. "Are you satisfied now, you little pervert!"

"Satisfied!" I laughed happily.

So Mom got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. As she was leaving, I accidentally discovered that she scraped the semen off her face with her fingers and put it in her mouth...

The lewd games between Mom and me became more and more varied, including basic masturbation, stocking leg play, foot play, fucking stocking legs from behind, oral sex, and the newly added breast play.

Recently, my mother has developed a new technique: while I'm fondling her silk-stockinged legs and full, white breasts, she uses a delicate silk stocking to cover the tip of my penis before giving me oral sex. The sensation of the urethral opening rubbing against the thin stocking is almost intoxicating. Combined with my mother's increasingly skillful and agile tongue, I often ejaculate for almost half a minute at a time.

After ejaculating, I always lie down to rest for a long time, and my mother uses this time to continue sucking my penis through the stocking, as if she wants to suck every last drop of semen into her mouth. My mother

also said that semen doesn't taste good, but as long as she feels that it's her son's ejaculation, she can't help but want to eat it all up. This method of oral sex with the stocking over my penis has really kept me entertained for quite some time.

But I'm not satisfied. Many times, while being intimate, I've tried to touch my mother's genitals through her underwear and stockings, wanting to arouse her sexual desire and then have passionate sex with her. But my mother always refuses to let me continue, leaving me with a slight sense of regret.

This decadent lifestyle continued for several months until finally, things changed.

The change occurred because my mother's company was negotiating a massive multinational project. The representative from the other party stared at my mother, dressed in a suit and black stockings, and secretly asked my mother's boss if she could spend the night with him; in return, the project would be approved immediately.

My mother was furious and immediately refused this condition. However, because the potential profits from the project were so enormous, my boss threatened to immediately transfer her to a sinecure if she didn't agree.

Without hesitation, my mother still refused. My boss, unwilling to take direct action, gave her a week off to think it over and respond when he had a new idea.

That day, my mother returned home with a livid face. I was already home from school waiting for her. She took off her high heels in the entryway and entered the house. Upon seeing my face, she burst into tears, rushed to me, and hugged my neck tightly.

"Xiao Yang, tell me, are all men like that? They all just want my body!" Mom sobbed, questioning me. Unable to answer immediately, I led her to the sofa, gently hugging and patting her soft body to comfort her.

"Mommy, don't cry. Tell me what happened," I whispered, nuzzling her cheek.

Mom then poured out all the grievances she'd suffered at work, sobbing again as she spoke of her sorrows. Her arms tightened around my neck.

"Mommy, don't cry. Be good, be good. Xiao Yang feels sorry for you," I said, using the same words Mom used to comfort me when I was little. Hearing this, Mom paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter through her tears.

"Little Yang, you're so naughty, always trying to take advantage of Mom!"

I gently kissed Mom's cheek. "I don't want Mom to be sad. I love Mom the most, Mom is my precious little darling. It hurts me so much when you're sad."

"Is Little Yang telling the truth? Do you love Mom the most? Do you feel the most sorry for Mom?" Mom's beautiful eyes were still filled with tears as she pouted and looked up to ask. This kind of coquettishness from a little woman made my heart flutter.

"Yes, I love Mom the most, and I feel the most sorry for Mom."

"Do you love Mom the most?"

"Yes, I love Mom the most."

"My darling Little Yang, Mom loves you so much too, I love you so much, Mom can't live without you..."

As she spoke, Mom closed her eyes and brought her lips close to mine. I was shocked and didn't know what to do. Was she asking me to kiss Mom? Even when we were physically intimate before, Mom never let me kiss her on the lips. Now, wasn't she saying "Welcome, please kiss me"?

While hesitating, Mom, still with glistening tears in her eyes, opened her eyes and looked at me, seemingly undecided.

"My darling is only shy now!" She said, then closed her eyes and pressed her lips to mine. Her tiny tongue pried open my lips and slipped inside. I, who hadn't known what to do, instinctively intertwined my tongue with hers. The soft, smacking sounds of our kisses filled the living room, a truly moving sight.

At that moment, I felt no lust, only love for my mother. I simply held her soft body tightly, gently kissing her—a mother who was especially endearing today—unwilling to let go.

After a while, my mother finally released me, panting. We both breathed heavily, then laughed.

"Xiao Yang is so good at kissing, it felt so good." She then pressed her entire alluring body against mine.

"I…this is my first kiss," I said shyly.

"Really?" Mom said happily, "My son gave me his first kiss!" As she spoke, she reached out and touched my chest, which was gradually becoming thicker with age. "Mom... Mom wants another first time for her son..."

"Huh?" I didn't understand for a moment and just stammered.

"Silly Xiao Yang," Mom's soft, boneless hand reached to my still unresponsive crotch and gently stroked it a few times through my pants, making my ears turn red with embarrassment.

"Mom wants you to pamper Mommy with your body, to give Mommy Xiao Yang's most precious first time..."

At that moment, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. I stared blankly at my shy mother, and then my first reaction was to pick her up and rush to her room, placing her on the bed.

Standing by the bed, my desire began to burn fiercely. My crotch was stretched taut like never before by my engorged member. I stood there, staring at my alluring mother, still dressed in her suit and flesh-colored stockings, lying on the bed, but didn't act immediately. I simply built up the atmosphere.

"Come on..."

Hearing this soft call, I finally couldn't resist pressing forward onto my mother's body, kissing her passionately. I forcefully tore off her clothes and bra, then ripped them off and threw them aside. Her 35D breasts, which had been confined for so long, bounced out freely.

I grabbed my mother's bare upper body, her large, snow-white breasts, and kneaded them forcefully. The pink buds on her breasts quickly hardened under my stimulation, turning into two firm, pink clitoris.

My mother closed her eyes and tilted her head back in pleasure under my rough caresses, letting out seductive moans. Not content with just playing with her large breasts, I fiercely ripped off my mother's tight skirt and began caressing her most beloved stockinged legs.

Today, my mother was wearing very thin, very delicate high-waisted, shiny flesh-colored pantyhose, covering her perfectly proportioned legs, which I couldn't resist lowering my head to lick.

Especially her sensitive inner thighs, which quickly became completely wet under my continuous kisses, and her soft moans never stopped. While frantically taking off my own clothes, I continued kissing her stockinged legs with a sense of reluctance.

"It hurts a little here too..."

My mother turned her flushed face to the side, but reached into her pantyhose, untied the bows on both sides of her underwear, and then pulled the entire pair of panties out of the pantyhose and threw them on the bed.

It turned out that my mother was wearing lace-up panties today, so I could have sex with her without taking off her pantyhose. Seeing my mother's private parts aroused me, and my already large penis throbbed even more.

I first licked my mother's smooth vulva through the thin, shiny pantyhose. After not seeing her for so long, my mother's beautiful vulva was still very alluring, smooth and hairless, like a young girl's vulva, with two cute pink mini labia, and a swollen, engorged clitoris on them.

Not satisfied with just licking through her pantyhose, I gently tore a small hole in her pantyhose at her private area, allowing my tongue to pass through the tear and caress her vulva directly.

The moment my tongue touched her engorged clitoris, she immediately let out a sweet moan, gripping my hair tightly as if urging me to do more.

Encouraged, I licked her clitoris, her two lovely labia, and even inserted my tongue into her vaginal opening. Her juices flowed endlessly from her vagina, and I greedily swallowed all the sweet love juice.

"It's disgusting, Xiao Yang, don't eat it..."

"I love everything about Mom, how could it be dirty?" With that, I continued to knead her thighs clad in shiny stockings, licking her vulva, causing her to tremble violently before gushing out even more love juice.

"Ahhhhh!... Mom's dying... dying..." Her body remained tense for a long time before finally relaxing. It looked like she had already reached her climax.

This made me quite proud. This was my first time, and it seemed like I had some talent.

"Xiao Yang is so amazing, making Mommy feel so good..." After the climax, Mommy looked at me lazily.

Then she reached out and circled my swollen penis, saying, "Come on, let Mommy love Xiao Yang's little cock."

I straddled Mommy's chest, using her large 35D breasts to clamp my penis, and thrusting my glans into her small red lips, while her hands each grasped one of her large, white breasts and rubbed them vigorously.

In addition to using her hands to pull her huge breasts together to clamp my penis, Mommy also used her small mouth to love my glans.

"Xiao Yang's thing is so big, so hard and so hot." Mommy paused her mouth work, said these words with a seductive expression, and then continued to service my penis faster.

Under the multiple stimulations, I was almost about to ejaculate, so I quickly withdrew my entire hot penis and paused for a moment. My mother looked at me with confusion, wondering what I was going to do next. I gently tapped my mother's cute nose with my finger.

"Silly Mommy, how can you use your penis to hurt Mommy's tempting little hole right after you ejaculate?"

My mother laughed with relief, and I pressed my entire body against my mother, gently moving my hot penis to my mother's vulva. While stroking my mother's legs clad in shiny stockings, I tore the already torn pantyhose holes a little bigger, and passionately kissed my mother, while using my penis to search for the alluring little hole to insert into.

However, with my upper body pressed against my mother's large breasts and unable to see my lower body, several attempts to penetrate failed. Sweating profusely, I looked at my mother with pleading eyes.

Mommy gave me a look of utter exasperation, then reached her delicate hand down to her lower body, gently grasping my burning-hot penis and aiming it at her already overflowing vagina. The sensation was indescribable.

Having identified the entry point, I didn't rush in, but simply gently touched the tip of my penis against the entrance of Mommy's vagina.

Mommy's vagina was already soaking wet, with her juices flowing continuously, soaking the entire sheet beneath her. Seeing that I was only passing by without entering, Mommy became anxious.

"Hmm... Xiaoyang, be gentle with Mommy."

"What do I use to be gentle with Mommy?"

"You're naughty!" Mommy lightly slapped my chest.

"If you don't tell me what it is, I won't love Mommy anymore."

"You!" Mommy had no choice but to bring her mouth close to my cheek, gently sucking on my ear and licking it with her tongue. Then she whispered, "Use your hot, big cock to love Mommy..."

Hearing this encouragement, I couldn't hold back any longer. My 18-centimeter-long, fierce cock, already pressed against the entrance of her vagina, with a "plop," forcefully thrust into Mommy's vagina, starting from the egg-sized glans!

I used my penis to penetrate Mommy, I fucked Mommy, I finally made love with Mommy! I committed incest with Mommy!

"Ahhhhhh!" Mommy let out a long, sharp moan.

Because my cock was too thick and long, the entire shaft couldn't fully penetrate Mommy's vagina.

Mommy, who hadn't had sex for over ten years, obviously couldn't bear it for a moment. Tears streamed down her face from the pain. Her tight vaginal canal gripped my hot weapon tightly, making it impossible for her to go in or out. I didn't know what to do.

"It's alright, Xiao Yang," Mom saw the worry in my eyes.

"Mommy just hasn't done it in a long time, and yours is so thick and long, so I couldn't take it for a moment. You can... slowly start moving."

Having received the instruction, I began to gently thrust my large penis into her wet vagina. Mom's wet, hot vagina was so tight it felt like countless tentacles were gripping my shaft; whether I thrust forward or pulled back, it was incredibly difficult.

I sat up, placed Mom's two beautiful legs, clad in stockings, on my shoulders, and turned to kiss her stockinged feet, trying to relax her. Soon, Mom's legs and the tips of her stockings were covered in my saliva, the shiny stockings looking exceptionally lewd.

After a while, seeing that Mom's furrowed eyebrows showed signs of relaxing slightly, I confidently began to slowly thrust my already unbearable penis in and out. Mom watched our piston-like movements, her face turning completely red, and she simply turned her head away, refusing to look any longer.

Seeing that Mom was beginning to adapt to my thick, long penis, I started my thrusting. Each in-and-out motion was incredibly difficult, but with gradual expansion, less and less of it remained outside her vagina, until finally the entire penis was inside her.

"Mmm...oh...Xiao Yang...Xiao Yang...Mom's okay, move freely...Mom...Mom feels so good..."

With my increasingly rapid thrusting, the room was filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, and the squelching sounds of her fluids being drawn in and out.

"Oh...what's that sound? It's so embarrassing, Xiao Yang...Xiao Yang, harder...fuck Mommy harder..."

After starting the piston-like motion, being a novice, I couldn't hold on for long. Mom's tight vagina quickly became too much for me to bear, but I couldn't stop my desire to continue thrusting, just relentlessly continuing my ferocious thrusting.

"Ahhhhhh!! Mom!! I'm going to cum!!!"

"Cum inside me! Cum inside me! Xiao Yang, cum inside Mommy!"

While kneading my mother's violently shaking, full breasts, and biting her cute toes covered in stockings, I was already at the peak of pleasure and could no longer hold back.

The pent-up semen began to fill my entire penis. I tried to suppress the soreness in my glans, but it only increased my desire to ejaculate. Finally, a wave of pleasure rushed to my head, and in a blank state, I instinctively thrust my penis into the deepest part of my mother's vagina.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!!"

With my roar and the intense throbbing of my engorged penis, I ejaculated my pent-up semen deep into my mother's vagina, once, twice, three times...

After more than ten times, I finally felt exhausted. Still wanting more, I continued to suck on my mother's stockinged toes and thrust into her vagina relentlessly, making the entire intercourse even more pleasurable.

My mother also felt the surge of my semen within her vagina, the hot semen making her tremble all over, her entire vaginal canal filled with my male fluids.

I finally ejaculated inside my mother's body... The thought returned to my mind, and the exhilarating thrill of incest came flooding back. My throbbing penis didn't soften at all, remaining unusually hard, ready to continue the next round of intense battle without needing a break.

"Little...Little Yang...Do you want to rest a bit after you've ejaculated...Ahhhhh!"

My beautiful mother couldn't continue speaking as she felt my powerful, explosive thrusts again.

Her large breasts swayed with my relentless thrusting, and her small toes, clad in stockings, curled up from the pleasure.

I briefly withdrew my penis from my mother's body, flipped her alluring form over into a doggy-style position, and then, squeezing her buttocks clad in shiny pantyhose, thrust my eighteen-centimeter-long sex weapon deep into her enchanting flower.

"Oh! So deep! Xiao Yang is going in so deep, Mommy feels so good, harder, harder!"

Penetrating Mom from behind not only allowed me to knead her elastic buttocks clad in thin stockings, but also to thrust into her vagina at an even deeper angle. I felt each full-force thrust hitting something deep inside, I guess that was Mommy's clitoris.

With each powerful slam of my penis, Mommy was already disheveled and screaming, her rosy lips involuntarily drooling with uncontrollable pleasure.

Mommy's vagina was incredibly tight, giving my penis a more intense sexual pleasure than masturbation or oral sex. As I fucked Mommy wildly in this position, her two huge breasts swayed violently back and forth like pendulums, making me feel aroused from behind.

"Mommy, you're so tight, it feels so good on my little cock!"

"Baby...you're so big and thick...ahhh...fuck Mommy...ahhhhhh...fuck Mommy to death!"

Mommy's lewd moans seemed to urge me to fuck her harder. Being my first time experiencing this tonight, I didn't know how to control my strength or any thrusting techniques; I just used brute force to thrust wildly.

Fortunately, my widowed mother, having been widowed for decades, seemed to particularly enjoy her son's fierce, tiger-like thrusts. My left hand gripped Mommy's buttocks, continuing to rub the soft stockings clinging to her, while my right hand reached to her chest, forcefully scooping out her large, sagging breasts. At

this moment, Mommy was receiving stimulation from multiple directions simultaneously; an electric-like pleasure uncontrollably coursed through her body, especially as the tender flesh deep inside her vagina was constantly being pierced by her son's vicious penis. The soft inner walls tightly wrapped around the shaft, gradually bringing both of us to the peak of sexual pleasure.

"Mommy...I love you...I love your big tits, oh oh oh...I love your pussy, I love your stockinged legs, I love fucking you every day!!"

"Mommy loves you too...Let Xiao Yang fuck me every day, Mommy will let you...ah ah...let you fuck my stockinged legs every day, let you fuck my pussy every day...ah ah!"

Mommy was already babbling incoherently with my fierce thrusts, her usual restraint had been thrown away, and now the body under my crotch was just an incestuous slut craving her own son's penis to fuck her wildly.

"Oh oh...oh oh...I'm...I'm...I can't take it anymore ah ah ah ah ah!!" Mommy's honeyed spot was gushing out waves of pleasure under the thrusting of my huge penis, and Mommy could no longer withstand the continuous stimulation of the burning hot rod, she opened her mouth wide and moaned loudly.

Accompanied by the long moan, I felt Mommy's inner walls tighten beyond their limit, squeezing my penis so tightly that it was about to break, not just the sphincter muscles at the vaginal opening tightened.

Especially at the clitoris, the area where my glans was constantly being struck felt like it was being tightly gripped by tens of kilograms of force. At this moment, a gush of hot liquid spurted out from deep within her, drenching my glans with a wave of pleasure. My already ridiculously swollen glans instantly reached its maximum limit.

I finally couldn't hold back anymore. A strong pleasure shot through my spine. After a few rapid, heavy thrusts, I suddenly plunged my penis deep into my mother's womb, and a second torrent of hot semen gushed into the depths of her uterus.

My mother, who had already reached orgasm, arched her body upwards with this continuous stream of semen. She reached out and hooked her right hand around my neck, then opened her beautiful, bright eyes and mouth wide, unable to utter a word, frozen in that angle. Her body trembled continuously, enduring her son's explosive ejaculation, reaching another unprecedentedly intense orgasm.

My body was completely out of my control; only my wide-open penis could ejaculate semen into my mother's flower, watering her long-untouched secret garden, seemingly without end. My mind had drifted away to who-knows-where; I thought this moment might be heaven!

We remained in this position for several minutes before the climax slowly subsided and we collapsed onto the bed. My mother was too exhausted to say a word, only breathing heavily.

I, however, remained firmly behind her, one hand gripping her breasts and her pantyhose-clad buttocks. After a long while, my enormous penis finally shrunk.

I withdrew from my mother's vagina, leaving a trail of semen. With a "pop," like a plug being pulled, a large amount of thick, white liquid gushed out with my withdrawal, soaking the entire bed.

I was somewhat surprised by the astonishing amount of semen; this was the amount I'd get after seven or eight consecutive ejaculations when my arsenal was fully loaded. Perhaps it included the vaginal fluids my mother had released during her orgasm!

"Mom," I said, catching my breath, as I gently placed my penis between my mother's silk-stockinged legs, enjoying the smooth, silky feel of her thighs.

"Is it good, Mom?"

My mother turned and kissed me, her face flushed. "It feels so good! My little darling is so amazing, so thick and big, and you're so vigorous. At first it was so painful, but then it made me feel so good. And those two times you ejaculated, it was ridiculously much, like a hose was spraying hot water inside me. It felt so good, so good, like I was flying. I never thought my precious son could ejaculate so much."

My mother paused and whispered, "I love the feeling of you ejaculating a lot of semen inside me..."

"Mommy, I love you so much!" I kissed my mother's lips fiercely. I had been fantasizing about this for a long time, but I never imagined that my first sexual experience would be with my own mother.

My mother is so beautiful and charming; for so long, I've only dared to fantasize about her. Today, she's throwing herself into my arms. This incestuous pleasure between mother

and son is both lewd and exciting. My mother's delicate face, her devilishly alluring curves, and the sheer stockings on her legs, along with her constant moans during penetration—all of it is so pleasurable that I can't control myself. I think I've truly fallen in love with the feeling of having incestuous sex with my mother.

"Can we do this again in the future?" I asked my mother, holding her tightly in my arms. She nestled shyly in my embrace.

"You little rascal, you've made me feel so good I'm almost dying, and you're asking me if we can do it again?" I couldn't help but kiss her lips hard again.

"By the way, Mom, will you get pregnant?" Lost in the tenderness with my mother, I suddenly thought of this question. "I ejaculated all inside you; will there be any problems?"

"You only just thought of that now!" My mother chuckled and bit my lip.

"Mom's safe period today, there shouldn't be any problems... Mom can just take birth control pills from now on."

"Won't it be bad for her to take birth control pills all the time?"

"That's okay, the main thing is..." Mom paused for a moment and then whispered, "I just said I like the feeling of you shooting hard inside me..."

I held the beauty in my arms tightly, the satisfaction in my heart was indescribable. Perhaps the love between mother and son reaching its highest point is the result of incestuous sex!

"Oh, oh... fuck me... ahhhhhh..."

It was another evening after school. As soon as I got home, before I even had time to take off my shoes, I rushed into the kitchen and caught Mom, who was trying to escape. I nimbly pinned her to the dining table, unzipped my pants, and tore a slit in Mom's opaque black velvet stockings.

Without even foreplay, I thrust my erect penis deep into Mom's depths, because I knew that as soon as I got out of school, Mom's lower body would be soaking wet, ready for me to come home and fuck her.

At first, after tearing the pantyhose, I had to pull aside the thong to insert my sex weapon into my mother's flower. Later, my mother developed the habit of wearing only pantyhose when she came home, always waiting for her son to come home and engage in lewd incestuous mating with her.

I pulled out my mother's two full, round breasts from behind her shirt and began to fondle them happily. I also kicked off my pants so that my lower body could enjoy the smooth pleasure of my body pressed against her pantyhose while raping my mother's white tiger hole.

"Ah ah..." My mother let out a sweet moan, her bright eyes filled with infinitely charming coquettishness. She seemed unable to speak, only indulging herself in the repeated fierce thrusts of her handsome son, who did not match his appearance.

"Mom is so horny, she started moaning as soon as I put it in!" I placed my mother's legs, which were covered in black velvet pantyhose, on my waist, and my mother cooperated by automatically wrapping her legs around me, frantically craving her son to continue raping her.

"It's all your fault... You're so bad... My darling is so naughty and so good at it... Ahh, you're fucking me so hard I'm about to die, harder, harder, ahhh..."

Mother's cries grew louder and louder, her breasts swaying dizzily in front of her chest with her desperate moans, her long, slender legs in stockings tightening more and more.

Finally, at the peak of our intercourse, we reached our limit, pushing my lust to its highest point, forcing my glans deep into Mother's abdomen, through her flower core and reaching her uterus, ejaculating a large amount of hot, lustful fluid that couldn't be contained in Mother's secret garden, and began to flow out from the junction of my penis and Mother's vagina.

Mother's flower core was also scalded, welcoming another crazy orgasm, and she screamed loudly again, disregarding her image, and sweet tears of unbearable pleasure streamed from her beautiful eyes.

The lustful mother and the wolfish son, two beasts pursuing incestuous sex, seemed to melt together because of this orgasm, never to be separated.

Just as we reached the peak, I gently placed my mother on the dining table, my right hand lightly supporting her waist, while my left hand continued to stroke her thigh, clad in black velvet stockings, slowly helping her regain her breathing.

Just then, I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock and turning. I quickly put my mother down and pushed her back into the room, frantically putting on my trousers and grabbing a rag to wipe the table, pretending everything was normal.

"I'm home!"

For some reason, my sister, who should have been attending evening self-study at this time, pushed open the door and returned. Wearing black stockings because of the cold, her face, almost identical to mine, her curvaceous figure, and her slender legs suddenly overlapped with my mother's image in my eyes.

"Sis, why are you back so early?" I asked, trying to calm myself.

"The school had a power outage today, so I couldn't attend evening self-study… Little brother, why aren't you zipping up your fly?"

Only after my sister spoke did I hurriedly zip it up. Fortunately, the penis had already softened, otherwise it would have been strange if my sister hadn't noticed anything amiss if the fierce male organ was still in its original state.

After saying that, my sister went back to her room to change her clothes. I squinted at my sister's beautiful body from behind, and my penis, which had already tasted the flesh, stood up uncontrollably again.

It turns out that my sister also has a pair of beautiful legs in stockings, which is a good object for sex...

Perverted love~ (2) My sister's beautiful legs

In the living room of an ordinary house, there were sounds of violent collisions of flesh. Accompanying the sound of water splashing was a lewd symphony of a man and a woman panting.

"Hoo...hoo, so deep...ahhhhh, baby, harder, fuck Mom to death..."

"Mom! Your pussy is so tight, I feel so good fucking you ahhhh..."

The young boy sighed and carried the naked feet of the young woman on the sofa, which were only covered by black shiny pantyhose, onto his shoulders. While kissing the tight stockings on her calves, he vigorously kneaded the young woman's full buttocks pressed against the stockings in his palms.

Waves of frenzied thrusting caused the woman's smooth, hairless vulva to overflow with lustful fluids, spraying heavily onto the sofa. Her 35D snow-white breasts swayed back and forth with the rhythm of the boy's thrusts.

"Oh... Mommy's breasts are so beautiful, so big and white, I can never get tired of them!" With that, the boy lowered his head and gently took a pink, firm nipple—not the kind a married woman in her thirties should have—into his mouth. His tongue licked wildly, sending rapid electric currents through the so-called mother's ample breasts, causing her to tilt her head back and moan sweetly.

The boy's mouth held a pink cherry, incongruous with his delicate features, while his monstrous penis brutally pounded into the mother's garden, penetrating deeper and deeper, bringing tears of pleasure to her eyes. His hands weren't idle either, tirelessly stroking his mother's beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, as if he could find some treasure.

"Baby... hurry up, your sister's coming home soon..." His mother's beautiful face showed a mixture of pleasure and pain as she urged the boy, with whom she was engaged in incestuous acts, on.

The boy's face was still childish, yet he possessed a kind of inexplicable brute force, thrusting into his mother with a ferocious force, as if he wanted to shove his entire body into her vagina. Beneath his constantly piston-like penis, his two large testicles continuously slammed against her wet genitals, the sounds of their slapping echoing throughout the living room, making his mother blush even more.

"Oh...you slutty mom, I, I'm almost there...where do you want me to cum?"

"Cum inside! Cum inside mom's pussy! Make mom pregnant! Let mom give you a baby...baby...ah...you're so good at fucking,

mom's

being fucked to death by you, dying

, dying, pregnant ahh ...

The incestuous couple, with their exceptionally high level of coordination, reached the pinnacle of their sexual encounter at the same instant. Their synchronized climaxes united their minds, allowing them to reach the highest realm of love through their immoral incestuous union.

After their climax, the two fleshy creatures remained in the same position for a long time, only collapsing limply onto the sofa after several minutes. The boy withdrew his semi-erect penis from his mother's vagina, and a gush of fluid, a mixture of semen and vaginal secretions, flowed out.

"Look at you," the woman said, her large, watery eyes gazing reproachfully at the boy. "You've ejaculated so much again! You'd be happy if you got Mom pregnant!"

"Hehe," the boy chuckled, scratching his head sheepishly. "You always ejaculate so much when we make love. If it weren't for how alluring you are, Mom, I wouldn't have ejaculated like this..."

"You're just being cheeky," the woman said shyly, bringing her small face close to the boy's chest. "Alright, hurry up and clean up."

"No, Mom, I want to keep fucking you..." The boy reluctantly rubbed the inside of his mother's thighs, which were covered in black stockings. He knew this was his mother's erogenous zone; touching it would make her weak all over. The woman trembled for a moment.

"Good girl... Mom really wants to keep going with you too, but your sister will be back soon. It wouldn't be good if she found out."

"Okay, Mom, whatever you say." The boy then carried his still-soft mother back to the room, prepared her change of clothes, carried her into the bathroom, and then came out to clean up the battlefield they had just fought in the living room.

"I really want to keep going with you, Mom..." the boy said regretfully, wiping the sofa soaked from their lovemaking. "Silly boy, when your sister isn't home, I'll let you do whatever you want."

The sound of a key turning made the mother quickly close the bathroom door. The boy also made sure he was fully dressed. At the same time, the young girl pushed open the door and stepped in.

"Mom, little brother, I'm home..."

My name is Li Yuyang, I'm eighteen years old, and I grew up in a family where my father died when I was young. I have a gentle and beautiful mother and a twin sister who looks almost exactly like me.

My sister doesn't look like a man; on the contrary, she's very beautiful.

In other words, I actually look like a woman...

In the eyes of others, our family is a fairly ordinary and happy single-parent family, even though we lack a man to lead the household.

That's just an appearance.

In a series of unexpected events, or rather, driven by my demonic lust, my beautiful mother, who had been widowed for over ten years, had an irreparable physical relationship with me.

Unlike typical social news stories that escalate to the police station or court and become headlines in the newspapers, my mother and I, two sexually driven beasts, have fallen into an inescapable vortex of incest. This vortex spins faster and faster, drawing both mother and son into the mire of immorality. And at the center of this vortex, another member of the family, the innocent twin sister, is about to be dragged in.

"Little brother, what are you muttering to yourself?" "

Oh, nothing. I've been writing a web novel lately, and I wanted to read it aloud to polish the draft after I finished typing."

"What kind of novel is it?"

"Nothing much, just some funny things that happen in a happy family."

"Why does it sound like a bland novel without any climaxes?"

"Yes, it has climaxes, sometimes two or three in a row."

"If it's so good, remember to let me see it when you're done... If you don't come out for a late-night snack soon, it'll get cold."

"Okay..."

This is terrible. My sister just can't seem to break her habit of not knocking. She always says there shouldn't be any secrets between siblings, so no matter when or what I'm doing, she always just pushes the door open and comes in.

Luckily, my ears are quite sensitive, and I immediately stop what I'm doing when I hear my sister's footsteps. What I'm doing isn't anything special, just typing in some erotic novels...

I was so engrossed just now that I didn't hear my sister approaching the room, which was extremely dangerous... What? You mean, shooting and cannons? With Mom around, why would I need to masturbate? And I wouldn't be stupid enough to do it when my sister's home!

Mom had already showered and gone to bed early. At first glance, it seemed like she was just too tired from work to go to bed so early, but only I knew that Mom was exhausted from what I did and needed to sleep early… Therefore, it was just my sister and me eating late-night snacks in the dining room.

My sister, a senior in high school, spends her evenings at school studying every day. Sometimes, when she comes home too late, Mom will urge me to go to school to pick her up. Unlike me, whose grades are mediocre and who relies solely on looks, my sister attends a prestigious local high school and is in one of the top classes for college entrance

exams. Her grades are exceptionally good; she's usually in the top five or ten overall, and Mom never has to worry about her. Mom has long since given up on my grades; as long as I get into university, that's all that matters. She'd rather worry about my penis than my grades…

My sister knows I'm still developing, and if it's not too late when she comes home, she'll bring me some food from the night market. So, with Mom going to bed early lately, after 10 PM has basically become my sister's and my own late-night snack time.

We often use this time to chat about the funny things that happened at our respective schools. After all, since my sister started her senior year of high school, we basically don't have any other time together except for this time. My sister gets up the earliest in the morning to go to early self-study, not to mention the time she spends at school during the day.

Even after she gets home and takes a shower, my sister still wants to study a little more before going to sleep. We're twins and look so alike, so how come our minds are so different? In my eyes, my sister is all about studying, while my mind is full of nothing but eroticism.

"Little brother, I remember you have midterms coming up soon, right?" My sister took a sip of her noodle soup and looked up to ask me.

"Oh...I think so."

"Hey, be serious! Ask me anything you don't understand, or Mom will sigh again when she sees your report card."

I scratched my head sheepishly and said, "Well...it's okay, but I didn't quite understand that formula you asked me about last time, and I couldn't answer it when the teacher called on me in class today."

"Hey!" My sister gently tapped my head. Why does she have this habit of tapping my head, just like Mom?

"I'll tell you again, listen carefully this time." After saying that, my sister got up and went to the living room. She rummaged in her schoolbag, took out a pretty pink notebook, and came back. She

didn't hold the notebook properly and it fell to the ground, and a small white envelope fell out of the notebook, landing right at my feet. Looking down, I saw it was addressed to Li Yuxin.

"Don't look! Don't look!" My sister rushed over in a panic and squatted down to pick up the envelope.

For a moment, beneath the dark blue school uniform skirt, a pair of slender, beautiful legs clad in shiny black pantyhose revealed a mysterious triangle that I could clearly see. Because of the cold weather, all the schools had switched to winter uniforms, allowing students to choose trousers, but my sister continued to wear her skirt.

She liked to wear a layer of warm black pantyhose under her skirt, the same kind of pantyhose that Mom liked to wear… or rather, I liked her wearing when I was having sex with her. Therefore, Mom had quite a few pairs in her wardrobe, and my sister would often just take the pantyhose she wanted from Mom.

Unfortunately, many of those pantyhose were ones Mom had worn while we were having sex; they just weren't visible after washing. Otherwise, I had sprayed my thick semen onto several of those pairs…

My eyes were fixed on them, my mind was racing, and my pants were getting hard without me even realizing it. She temporarily shook off her lewd thoughts and asked her sister, "What's that... for Li Yuxin? Hehe, who wrote you a love letter?"

"Oh! Don't ask!" Her sister blushed and tucked the envelope back into the last page of her notebook. "Just a bunch of boring boys."

"It's a bunch, not just one, so you mean there's a huge Rainheart fan club?" I asked with amusement.

"Ugh! Don't ask! Look! This formula..." Although her cheeks were still flushed, my sister quickly flipped to a page in her notebook and began explaining the math formula I had asked about, almost as if trying to escape the question.

But seeing the love letter I had just received from my sister, my mind went blank, and I couldn't concentrate on the math formula. Actually, receiving a love letter wasn't surprising at all. My sister is very pretty, and her features are basically inherited from my mother and father's good genes.

Her long, flowing hair always seemed weightless in the breeze; her already delicate eyebrows, after being groomed by her mother, appeared even more refined; her large, watery eyes were always endearing; her small nose had a high bridge; her lips were small and thin, always a pretty pink, and like her mother, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, like a cute little kitten…

…Wait, I have all these facial features too, so why do I feel a little creeped out when I think about it?

I'm already 178 cm tall in my second year of high school, and although my sister is a bit shorter than me, she's still a tall and slender 172 cm. Her slender figure seems frail at first glance, and while she's not a voluptuous bombshell like her mother with large breasts, a slim waist, and a full bottom, she's definitely got curves in all the right places.

Although I don't know her exact measurements, when she wears revealing loungewear at home, you can see that she's quite voluptuous under her thin clothes.

Especially her long, beautiful legs. Not only was her waist taller than mine, but they were also slender yet perfectly proportioned. Not only did her long, fair legs attract my attention when she wore shorts at home, but they were even more alluring when she wore the same black stockings as my mother.

Several times, I saw my sister, wearing a school uniform skirt and black velvet stockings, bending down to pick something up without any precautions, her beautifully shaped buttocks sticking out, which made the beast in my crotch swell to an unbearable degree.

If I could push such a beautiful sister down on the bed, knead her soft, boneless legs, forcefully tear open her black stockings, and insert my huge penis into her sweet private parts...

"Little...little brother, why are you bleeding from your nose?!"

"Oh, it must be because the seafood feast Mom cooked tonight was too nourishing..."

My sister grabbed a tissue from the table, got up and plugged the blood in my nostrils, and placed her other hand on the side of my forehead so that I could look down, looking at me with concern.

At such close range, I could almost smell the faint fragrance emanating from my sister. Because I was looking down, I could gaze unabashedly at her beautiful legs clad in sheer black stockings, making my heart race even faster.

Seeing that my nosebleed showed no signs of stopping, my sister hurriedly moved even closer, completely unaware that her beautiful calves were now pressed tightly against my legs, which were clad in shorts.

Oh my god…

the delicate touch felt like a strong electric current running through my calves. My sister, flustered, unconsciously rubbed against me a few times. The friction between my skin and her stockings was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through me, causing my penis to quickly erect, and my nosebleed to intensify.

Letting it bleed a little more for a little longer isn't so bad.

Just like when I realized that my mother, whom I saw every day, was a "woman," I began to notice that my sister, who had grown up with me, was also a "woman."

Before starting junior high, my older sister Yuxin and I used to bathe together every day. Even as a child, I noticed differences in her body. Where I had a penis, she had a flat chest. Her breasts, which were originally identical to mine, began to grow slowly, and her buttocks started to become more fleshy.

I remember one morning in fourth grade discovering I could get an erection, which became even more pronounced while bathing with her. Especially when she took off her clothes, seeing her developing body and her fair skin would cause me to uncontrollably swell.

At the time, I didn't understand my own body and didn't find it strange; I just felt itchy when I washed my penis as it grew. My sister naively thought her brother was just something to aim for when she peed.

After she entered junior high a year earlier than me because I started school later, our home hours became significantly different due to different dismissal times and tutoring. Without realizing it, we no longer had the chance to bathe together.

Lost in thought about these random childhood memories in class, I didn't realize it was lunchtime. It felt like I'd just sneaked a bite of braised pork rice from the school cafeteria this morning, and now it was lunchtime again?

"Li Yuyang, looking for me outside!"

A classmate's voice interrupted my reverie. Turning around, I saw the classmate who had called me sitting by the window. Two girls from some class were standing outside, awkwardly pushing each other forward.

Confused, I got up and walked out of the classroom. As soon as I appeared, one of the girls stammered, "Li Yuyang, could you talk to me under that tree over there?"

"Oh, what's up?" I followed the two girls, still a bit dazed, to a phoenix tree not far from the classroom.

As soon as I stopped, the two girls turned around. One of them, a petite and cute girl with long, flowing hair, bowed her head and forcefully handed me a light blue envelope. "This...this, please accept this!"

Completely bewildered, I reached out and took the envelope. The two girls turned and ran away the instant I reached out. The petite girl shouted happily, "I gave it to him! I gave it to him!"

Huh?

So this is a love letter?

To be honest, I've received a few love letters before, but in the past, they were always quietly placed in my drawer after I entered the classroom early in the morning. Being called out and receiving a love letter in front of everyone is a first for me.

"You fucking beast!"

"Well done, Li Yuyang, you animal!"

"Two big ones, threesome, Yuyang, you're awesome!"

"Damn it, what are you guys doing! Get out of here and eat your shit!" Hearing this bunch of troublemakers shouting nonsense, I cursed in terror, afraid the whole world would know.

Several girls from my class noticed and gave me resentful (at least that's what I thought were resentful) looks. Sorry for ignoring you guys.

After the chaos subsided, the students in the classroom began to calm down, some eating lunch, some chatting, some eating shit... Huh? ...I sat back down in my seat at the back of the classroom and slowly opened the light blue envelope.

The pale yellow letter paper decorated with daffodils had a faint perfume scent, and the handwriting in black ballpoint pen was round and cute.

The gist of the message was: "Dear Li Yuyang, I'm sorry to bother you. I've noticed you for a long time and think you're very special. If possible, could we be friends?"

It included her class and name at the end.

"Ugh, being too popular is such a problem, what should I do?"

"Who asked you to utter my innermost thoughts!?"

I don't know when, but two classmates secretly read the love letter with me from behind my shoulder, and even recited my innermost thoughts like a double act... Damn, they really did... perfectly capture it. A few girls in the class stopped eating lunch—or was it my imagination—and their gazes towards me seemed even more mournful?

Suddenly, I remembered the letter that fell out of my sister's pink notebook last night: To Li Yuxin. I wondered what the circumstances were when my sister received the love letter, and how she felt afterward.

Holding a love letter from a girl in my hand, even though it wasn't the first time, I still felt a little smug and proud. Right? Everyone, even if they pretend to be indifferent, still secretly longs to be noticed by the opposite sex. So, when my sister received the love letter, did she feel a little happy and proud like me?

For some reason, I suddenly really wanted to know.

Before I knew it, it was past nine o'clock at night, and my sister still hadn't come home.

During this time, I had already ejaculated two large loads of semen into my mother's flower, the intense fucking leaving her legs weak. The semen overflowing from her hairless, white tiger's honey hole had soaked through her light gray stockings, yet I still didn't let up, gently thrusting my semi-erect penis inside her vagina.

Based on past experience, whenever I had sex with my mother, after reaching orgasm and ejaculating, I could regain my erection within two or three minutes and continue the fight, a frighteningly fast recovery compared to masturbating with my mother's stockings.

Especially tonight, my mother was particularly languid and alluring, her slender legs clad in stockings wrapped around my waist, refusing to let go, her delicate hands caressing my sweat-soaked chest, yearning for me to make love again.

"Little Yang, you were so fierce and capable today... Mommy just fainted from all that...

How about fainting again, Mommy?" With that, I grinned lewdly and thrust my now fully-energized 18-centimeter-long penis into Mommy's tight flower cave.

Mommy's beautiful legs in gray stockings, wrapped tightly around my waist, tightened again, making me even more excited as I continued to thrust. After many lewd battles with Mommy, I had learned to vary the depth of my thrusts, raping her with a nine-shallow-one-deep rhythm.

Each deep thrust after the nine shallow pokes brutally penetrated to the deepest part of Mommy's flower path, as if trying to shove my testicles into Mommy's vagina all at once.

"Baby... why are you doing this to Mommy... ahh, so thick, so strong, love me more, Xiao Yang love Mommy more!"

Watching Mommy's 35D breasts sway back and forth under my piston-like movements, I reached out and grasped Mommy's two large, tender breasts that were too big to be held in one hand, kneading them vigorously while rubbing her already erect pink nipples with my fingers.

"Hoo hoo, how is Mommy? Is my cock going well?"

"You still ask... ahh, ahhh, you're making Mommy feel so good... so good I'm dying!"

Maintaining our lower bodies connected, I lifted Mommy's upper body and slowly fell back onto the soft bed, so that Mommy was straddling my penis, while saying lewd lines: "If you want to keep going, Mommy will move herself."

"You... you're so bad..." Mommy, already caught in the quagmire of sex, bit her lower lip tightly, tears streaming down her face as she couldn't bear the intense pleasure.

To continue craving the stimulation of her son's penis, she could only brace herself on my chest with both hands and begin to twist her slender waist, using her tight vagina to continue stroking her son's huge penis.

My hands were not idle either; one hand continued to knead her snow-white breasts, while the other reached to our already sticky, joined genitals, gently rubbing her smooth, white vulva and the swollen, engorged clitoris.

"Ahhh! Not there!"

"Not there?"

I heard my mother's high-pitched, lewd cries, and I pinched her clitoris even faster. After she had lost the strength to continue moving her waist due to excessive pleasure, I continued to thrust upwards into her vulva with powerful force, pushing her to the highest peak again and again.

"I'm dying... Mom is dying... Ohhhh!" With a long, sharp, lewd cry, my mother reached orgasm, her clitoris squeezing tightly around my huge glans, releasing a gush of hot fluid that made my glans tremble.

But I wasn't satisfied with that, not yet at my limit. I got up and pushed my mother down again, pounding her with my thick penis in a missionary position. My mother, already climaxing, couldn't take it anymore, arching her back, her eyes rolling back, drool dripping from her mouth in uncontrollable ecstasy.

I pulled her legs together, vigorously kneading her slender, grey-stockinged feet with both hands, and inhaling their alluring scent from her soles. In the final few thrusts, I shoved her small toes, along with the tips of her stockings, into my mouth, gently biting them with my teeth.

Her sensitive feet arched, and her vaginal opening clenched so tightly it hurt my penis, finally stimulating it to the point of eruption. With each thrust, I began to ejaculate thick, lustful fluids into her vagina.

Halfway through ejaculating, I released my mother's stockinged feet, pulled out my still-erect penis, and shoved it into her mouth. During this process, hot, white semen splattered all over her lower body and beautiful face. Then, I continued to ejaculate the last drops into her cute little mouth.

My mother, dazed by the climax, received my ejaculation from her alluring vulva to her flat stomach, her large, white breasts, her oval face, and her delicate mouth, unable to recover for a moment.

Several minutes later, she slowly licked the semen from the corners of her mouth with a seductive expression, swallowed it all with a gulp, and hugged me from beneath me, whispering, "You naughty Yang, you've covered Mommy in your stuff again..."

Even though it was already the third time, it was still as if it were the first time. I was also surprised by my enormous ejaculation volume; with each increasing incestuous intercourse, it seemed to be growing.

After catching her breath, Mom gently pushed me away and began cleaning my sexy body, which was now a mess of white, sticky fluid. Then, with a languid, sticky feeling after her orgasm, she said, "Baby, it's getting late. Hurry up and get ready to pick up your sister from school."

I glanced at the clock; it was already past 9:30. Without realizing it, I'd been having sex with Mom for over an hour. "Okay, I'm going now." Ignoring the thick taste of my semen still lingering on Mom's mouth, I smiled and kissed her deeply for a while before getting off the messy bed to go pick up my sister from evening study.

The night was dark, with a slight chill in the air. In our relatively remote community, on such a chilly day, we could still see a sky full of twinkling stars. It was

about a ten-minute walk from our house to my sister's school.

Although there's a bustling night market right outside my sister's school, the road leading to our community is practically deserted except for a few streetlights. Even the buses only come every thirty minutes or more, making the wait too long. Therefore, whenever my sister's evening study sessions go on for a while, we always tacitly wait at school for me to pick her up.

Mom used to drive her out at night, but lately she's been letting me go out on missions. According to Mom, I'm an adult now and can protect my sister, so she's making me her protector.

But why do I feel like I'm actually a womanizer? ... My sister didn't mind walking home with me instead of taking the car. She said she'd been sitting at school all day, so a walk would be good exercise and some fresh air. It's not good to always bother Mom with driving, since she's already tired from work and should rest at home.

Sigh, that's not really the case...

I guess I'm saying Mom's legs are too weak from all the stirring I did, and she doesn't want to move?

Speaking of which, am I any better off? Every time I'm fucking hard all night, my back aches, I ejaculate several times, I'm dizzy and lightheaded, and then I'm thrown out to walk for ten minutes.

However, since I've gradually realized that the girl I always walk with is also a beautiful "woman," this ten-minute walk has become much easier.

It was on a night like this that I followed the familiar route, greeted the security guard at the school gate, and said I was picking up my sister. Then I walked through the dark school paths towards her school building.

My sister's school is a prestigious university with a very large campus. The schoolyard was filled with trees, which might be fine during the day, but at night it felt a bit eerie. I wondered if some strange creature might emerge from the depths of the woods. No wonder my sister always insisted I come to pick her up. I guess parents can just drive in if Mom is coming, right?

As I approached the building where my sister's third-grade students were located, even though it was almost 10 pm, the lights were still on. How come all schools are so crazy? I don't remember our school ever having evening study sessions. A few people who wanted to study would reluctantly go to the library, but most people, like me, either went home for dinner, slacked off, or did some casual sex… wait?

Upstairs, most of the classrooms were empty, with only one or two students still buried in their books. Reaching the floor where my sister's class was, I turned around and there was her classroom.

Just as I was about to go in and call her home, I heard someone quietly talking inside. Hearing the noise, I paused outside the door and saw a tall boy standing beside my sister's seat, whispering to her.

They had their backs to me. For some reason, I suddenly took a step back, not rushing in to interrupt them, but wanting to hear what they were saying.

"Yuxin, can you look up and talk to me?"

"..."

"You read the letter I wrote to you, right?"

My sister didn't reply. The boy paused, then continued, "Stop making a fuss. It's my fault. Let's go back to being together."

What?!

So that letter I saw last time wasn't just a love letter, but a letter to reconcile.

Overwhelmed with shock, my mind went blank. I couldn't believe my dear sister was someone else's girlfriend.

I know that for high school students, having a boyfriend or girlfriend is perfectly normal, but deep down, I just couldn't accept it.

The thought of my gentle and sweet sister, being held by another man, kissed on the lips, embraced in his arms, his arms around her waist, touching her legs… even…

everything went dark. With my left hand braced against the wall, I almost collapsed, but accidentally made a sound.

"Who's there?"

My sister and the boy both turned around alertly. I had no choice but to pretend I'd just arrived and confidently stepped into my sister's classroom. My sister smiled sweetly when she saw me, quickly packed her reference books into her bag, stood up, and, her slender legs in black opaque stockings slapping her black flat shoes, she ran towards me in a few quick steps, taking my hand and leading me out.

The boy remained standing there, motionless, glaring fiercely at our departing figures as if a thousand knives were being stabbed at my back. My sister ignored him, simply holding my hand gently like a lover as we continued down the stairs.

We didn't exchange a single word. Only after we left the school building did my sister quietly release my hand and whisper, "Little brother...did you hear me?"

It took me a long time to answer before I finally nodded slightly and said, "Mmm."

My sister pursed her rosy lips, remaining silent, maintaining a delicate distance after letting go of my hand, and walked alongside me slowly towards home. I wanted to ask my sister something, but I didn't know how to begin.

Dating is commonplace, and it seemed like it wasn't my place to comment. But if I did ask, what grounds would I have to ask—as a younger brother, as family, or...?

A silent tension hung in the air between us. My sister and I continued walking in this frozen silence.

The next day at school, I was severely spacing out.

While it was not uncommon for me to be absent-minded in class, even my classmates could see that I was acting particularly strangely today. When the English teacher called on me to translate a sentence, I replied with a trigonometric formula. The history teacher called on me to answer a name, and I told him it was a temperate continental climate.

"Yu Yang, are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Xiao Yang, are you out of your mind?"

"Oh."

"Li Yu Yang has Alzheimer's, doesn't he?"

"Ah."

"Li Yin Yang has had too many women and got syphilis in his brain, hasn't he?"

"Damn it, do you think I'm a toy if I don't talk?!"

I gave each of them a good elbow and sent them all packing. I sat back down, opened the lunchbox I bought from the school store, and prepared to eat lunch. But then I caught

sight of the short girl who had given me the love letter last time, standing at the classroom door. She spoke to one of my classmates, nodded, and then shouted, "Li Yu Yang, love letter to go!"

"Get out of the way, you little brat!"

After taking down the lazy bum, I followed the girl to the phoenix tree where I had the letter last time.

Although she was alone this time, for some reason, I was more scared than when she came with her friend.

"Um, um... I'm Lin Yuping from Class 4, Grade 1. Did you read my letter last time?"

"Oh... um."

"Um... what did you think?"

This first-year student named Lin Yuping lowered her head, her hands clenched tightly together until they turned white, showing how nervous she was.

"I... I... Ah... junior, I'm actually not a very good person." To be honest, I was probably even more nervous than her.

After clearing my throat, I continued, "My grades are average, I swear a lot, my special skill is joking and sleeping, and my friends are all jerks... You saw that yourself, didn't you?" "

But you're not pretentious!" Yuping raised her head, her words unusually firm.

"I often see you at school. Although you're surrounded by... strange friends, you treat everyone very sincerely. There's a relaxed atmosphere around you, so I... I... I really... you..." As she spoke, her head gradually lowered again, her small ears turning red.

To be honest, this junior is very cute. Although she was a bit thin and frail, her long, flowing black hair and bright, captivating eyes made her quite charming; she was definitely a little beauty in the making.

But today, for some reason, I felt completely listless, as if I couldn't even muster the strength to say something simple like "good" or "bad.

" "I'm going back for lunch..."

Damn! What kind of answer is that?! As soon as I said it, I wanted to slap myself on the back of the head. The letter only said we should be friends! Not only did it not give a clear answer, but it didn't even ask me to think about it. It was utterly stupid.

"I'm going back for lunch..." Li Yuyang, you son of a bitch!

Leaving my junior, Yu Ping, standing there dumbfounded, I regretted it, but turned and walked towards the classroom without hesitation. I reached the classroom door and received a boisterous welcome from the other students, before glancing back.

Under the phoenix tree, a small figure stood there, shoulders trembling slightly, seemingly sobbing softly...

That evening, unusually, I didn't have sex with my mother again. Although she found it a little strange, giving my body a day off now and then was fine. I sat in the living room, holding my mother's waist, quietly watching a pirated DVD of anal and penile torture that my classmate had brought me... Huh?...

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