A handsome young man, and a beautiful mother.

I'm thirty-three this year. When I was a child, I never had any impure thoughts about her. Many people think that when sons grow up, they will have inappropriate thoughts about their mothers, but I didn't.
However, I have a very strong sex drive. Perhaps it's because I've grown up; I've had a girlfriend since I was sixteen, and sex is a major part of my life. I was like that when I was young, and I still am.
Let me tell you about my mom. She's 55 and my dad is 59. After retiring, they lead a quiet life. My dad likes to stay at home, sometimes with friends.
My mother was always by his side, doing whatever my father told her to do. In the eyes of the world, they were a good couple. That's true, but I later learned that at her age, my mother still wanted a little more, a little more excitement in her life.
She found what she wanted with me.
I still don't understand how she managed to hide her other side so well all these years. She told me she had never cheated on me, and that I was the third man she had slept with.
Yes, I sleep with my mom, and it happens frequently. Besides me, she had a relationship before she got married, and then she married my dad.
She told me that her sex life used to be good. After giving birth to me and my brother, she was quite satisfied. But in the last eight or ten years, her sex life has become bland and monotonous, only happening occasionally.
In comparison, our sex life is absolutely fantastic! This isn't me bragging, it's what she said. She also told me that since we started this relationship, she feels more open and confident than before, enjoying every moment of life. A woman who is in love and has a fulfilling sex life can be seen on her face. My mother always has a sweet smile, letting everyone know she's a happy woman.
My mom is 170 cm tall, neither fat nor thin. She's obsessed with fitness and slimming, and she maintains a pretty good figure. I can't think of the right words to describe her figure and physique. Anyway, if you've seen her body, you'll understand that my mom is really great.
She had blonde hair (not dyed, but natural), straight, and long enough to reach her shoulders. Her breasts were absolutely stunning (Hong Kong slang for "amazing"). Her two breasts were round and large, drooping slightly naturally, and her arms and legs were smooth and fair.
Her buttocks were perfectly rounded, and
occasionally, when she bent over or squatted, a glimpse of her underwear would be revealed, drawing your soul through that tiny opening into her panties. Her labia were thick, like a kitten's, and though she wasn't a virgin anymore, they could be as tight as you wanted them to be. Golden pubic hair should also grow on her mons pubis.
I forgot to mention, she has a lovely face and a big mouth. She has many assets that can only be appreciated when she's naked. Don't misunderstand her as some kind of promiscuous woman; she's a typical housewife. Normally, she'd walk past you on the street and you wouldn't notice her—just an ordinary wife. But once you get her into bed, it's a completely different story.
She is both virtuous and wild, and she is willing to do it!

(II) Our first time together began like this… There was absolutely no premeditation involved, neither did I, nor did my mother. I swear, I had no ulterior motives towards her.
I never imagined I could make my mother my sexual partner. But that day, we finally went to Wushan together, and I truly experienced ecstasy with her. It was because I was shameless and bold enough, seizing every opportunity and persisting to the end would bring benefits! That started in early September 2003.
It was Wednesday or Thursday, a day when I went home for dinner and to visit my parents. My dad asked me to accompany my mom to a wedding on Saturday.
My cousin is getting married, and my mom is going to the wedding banquet. My dad, as usual, doesn't go because he's afraid of social obligations, so he'd rather stay home. My aunt and uncle's house is very far away; it would take a whole day to drive there.
Normally, I wouldn't be so filial as to offer such service. Unfortunately, I broke up with my boyfriend, and I haven't had a girlfriend by my side for two weeks. I thought it might be good to travel to another city to clear my head. I figured if I could rest along the way, book a hotel room, and maybe even pick up a girl, then I wouldn't have to sleep alone.
I readily agreed and began the journey. It would actually be a day's drive, but I was afraid of being too tired to arrive on the same day. So, I decided to leave on Friday noon, planning to drive until the afternoon, find a hotel to stay overnight, and then continue the journey more easily the next day.
The weather was clear and sunny that day, incredibly hot. All we talked about on the way was the wedding. My mother told me I was at the age to be thinking about marriage and should have started thinking about it sooner. I told her I wasn't considering it yet. Around 7 pm, I told her I was tired and couldn't drive anymore, asking her to keep an eye out for hotels along the way. Five minutes later, we saw the first hotel parked there.
It was a small hotel. The man behind the counter said there were two rooms: one with a double bed and the other a triple room with three single beds. I wanted to take both, but my mother said she wanted the one with the three single beds. She said, "Why pay for two rooms? All we need is one bed to sleep in."
She took a shower first, and after I paid, I followed her into the room with my luggage. I also took a shower, and the two of us went to a nearby restaurant for dinner and drank a bottle of wine.
None of us were drunk, but the alcohol helped us relax. The journey had worn us out, and around nine o'clock we returned to our room. I sat on my bed, which was near the wardrobe where I had put my luggage. Mom went to the wardrobe, approached me, took a robe from her suitcase, and unbuttoned her shirt. She was also wearing a skirt and sandals.
Although we were used to seeing each other in our underwear since childhood, I had never seen Mom naked before.
Getting back to the point, Mom took off her shirt, but not her bra. Not wanting to stare at her chest, I turned around to take off my shoes. She took off her socks too, but then came in front of me, still wearing her bra, and asked me to scratch her back. Following her directions, I scratched her itchy spots, and I heard her moan with pleasure. Seeing how much she enjoyed it, I said to her, "Mom, sit down, sit here. I know what you need." I sat on the bed and massaged her back.
At that very moment, this woman, who was right in front of me and hadn't been on my radar, suddenly made me feel a connection. My eyes lit up; the woman in front of me, dressed very scantily, only in a bra and panties (not the sexy, alluring kind), turned out to be a very attractive woman.
I would never have looked at her like this before. Her blonde hair brushed against my arm, her soft moans, her scent, her smooth skin, and her black lace bra and panties all made my penis hard instantly. The thought that I could do "that" with her flashed through my mind, and I almost came.
You might imagine I would pounce on her and have sex with her right away. I didn't. At that moment, I did nothing; it wasn't sex, it was rape. I continued to massage her as if nothing was wrong, stroking her neck and bare back above her bra straps, until she said to me, "That's enough, thank you."
I remember when I was little, when I was with her, she would put on a bathrobe in front of me, and then, with a woman's nimble hands, take off her bra under the bathrobe.
I assumed she would put on her robe and take off her bra the same way, but instead, she asked me to unhook her bra for her, saying she was too tired to do it herself. I complied. She stood up and used both hands to hold the bra in place on her breasts, preventing it from falling down. She ran to the corner of the wardrobe, where there was a chair, and draped her robe over the back of the chair.
I thought she would grab her robe and go into the bathroom to change. But instead, she turned her back to me and took off her bra right there. Just as she was about to put on her robe, I spoke.
我不知道何来勇气去说这些话，可能正因爲我根本没有想过才会沖口而出。话儿自然而然的在我嘴边，我爲她的倩影而着迷，她一举手一投足都有催眠作用，叫我不由知主的对她说：“妈！不要穿睡袍。”
她听见了，拿着睡袍，呆呆地站着，片刻，问我说，我刚才对她说什么？
她仍然背向着我，我只看见她的裸背，和乳房侧的轮廓，但看不见她的表情。我想，要就趁着这现在这个时机，一鼓作兴，否则机会过去，后悔莫及。我走到她身边附在她耳边，声调非常镇定的说：“妈，您转过身来面向着我，我要看看你的乳房。”
她楞住了，久久不能言语。她开口说话时，声音颤抖着说：“吉米，我是你妈妈啊！你爲什么要那样做？”
“你不信任我么？”我说。
“我当然信任你。不过，我不明白你爲什么要我这样做。”她说。
“我也不知道。我只是想看一看你的身体。可以吗？”我告诉她。
她站在那里，几秒的时间，对我好像是几个世纪。然后，她慢慢的转身。站在那里，神情尴尬，两手捂着乳房。
我坐在床上向她招手要她过来，等她，她稍爲犹疑下就过来了，站在我面前。
我叫她把两手挪开，等了一会儿，她把双手稍稍挪开，迷人的乳尖和乳晕在指缝间乍现。就在那里，我第一次正面见到她一双乳峰，巍峨耸峙，一览无遗。
那一双乳又圆又大，饱满乳汁，她虽五十五岁了，可是她的乳房美极了，那是一对充满着母爱的乳房，和我女友们坚实而年轻的乳房不一样。
我想立刻去摸摸它，但害怕这样会吓怕妈，所以提起手慢慢的移动，让她明白到我想要摸她。
我的指头贴着她的乳晕绕了一圈，却没有碰她的乳尖。她全身直哆嗦着，却仍站着不动，眼睛朝天，不看我和摸抚她的手。
“不用怕。”我说着，轻轻抓住她捂着乳房的双手，把它完全挪开，由我的双手代替她守护那神圣的峰峦。
我没有盖住她的乳房或是什么，只是爱抚，放得很轻，很从容，然后摸她的乳尖，都己经坚挺起来，和别的女人一样。
我不知道一下步会做什么。说得准确点，我不知道妈会让我放肆到什么地步。不过我知道，当时我最想做的就是吮妈的乳头！
我对妈用平和的语气和她说话，请她坐下来，然后静静地等待她反应。她听我的话，在我身旁坐下，两手不期然又护住胸前双峰。我对她说你最好躺下来，躺在床上，不要捂住乳房，都已给我看过了。此时，她转过头来看着我，四目相投，她没作声，只是看着我的眼神有点困惑。
我等她说话，想象要和我说些什么道理，不过她什么也没和我说，反而照我说的做了。她脱掉凉鞋躺在床上。我不知道爲什么会有这个想法：她如果上床前脱鞋，我就有希望了。我的希望是什么？欣赏妈妈的裸体？和妈妈做爱？
我俯下身子贴近她，两手覆盖着她的乳房开始犘挲，她的乳尖坚挺的抵住我掌心。她直看着我，眼睛对着眼睛没躲闪过，女人在床上被我这样看，通常会躲开我的眼睛或闭上眼，老妈却定睛看着我，于是，我也在她身旁躺下。
不过和妈睡在一张床上，还是有些尴尬，我竟不知跟着做些什么，于是任让天性作主，我的嘴巴找到她的乳头，开始吮妈的乳头，另一个乳头用指头捏弄。
她呻吟了，不是大声叫唤，而是轻轻的哼，多么的感性，十二分情色。爱抚了一会儿，把手移过隔邻的乳头，又是摩挲又是搓捻。妈的叹息愈来愈重，把手放在我头上，用手指抚摸我的头发。
在寂静之中，我吸吮她的乳头，她抚摸我的头发，良久，她的泪水滴在我的脸上，才发现她哭了。
我没说话，恐怕说错什么，我先自己拉下裤子的拉炼，因爲我的鸡巴涨的受不了了，接着我从妈的乳房吻上去，直吻到她的脸儿。
我抹掉她的泪，爱抚她的脸，在她脸上每一寸肌肤，轻轻的啄下去。吻到她的唇儿，她打了个战，我轻轻的和她接吻，可是我试一下把我的尖头放进她嘴里，她就错过脸。
我没有硬把舌头塞进去，回头再吻她的脸颊，和老妈一起躺在床上到现在，我的手没离开过她的双乳，轮流的捏着，爱抚着。她的反应和别的女人一样，两颗乳头己充实挺立。
我揍近她的耳朵，悄声的对她说：“妈，你很美，"
她不回话。我说：“妈，我要你，我好想要你。”
我说的温柔和气，生怕得罪她。她把头转过来，拨开我的手，面向着我，对我说：“够了，到这爲止！”
“我们才开始。”我说。
“我们不能再下去了。”她说。
“不行！妈，我停不了。”
“不行，这样不对。就到此爲止，好吗？该睡觉了。”她说着眼泪又再从她脸上掉下来。
我吻她，她侧过面要避开，但我追着她，终于给我吻上她的嘴儿。
“那是最后一个吻，好吗？”她说。
我对她说：“到了这个地步我哪能睡得着，我知道你也不想到此爲止，是吗？”
我的手游到她裙下，把她的裙子逐寸掀起，直到在她紧紧合拢着的大腿的交会处，摸到她内裤，不由分说把手塞进她的内裤，在里面摸索起来
。
“噢！不要，吉米，不要摸我，不要摸那个地方。”她说着，透身颤抖。
我没听她的，将一根指头剌进她的“猫咪”里（英文俗语叫小屄做ｐｕｓｓｙ）。
我的天啊！她的小屄湿透了，好像是条流过的河。我爲之惊叹，以老妈的年纪来说，别的女人早要涂润滑剂，而她竟然那么湿，我将中指一并插进去，开始用手指来肏我的亲妈。
她口头说不，但她的身体背叛了她，向我降服没再抗议。
我翻身下床。这一下动作令她爲之愕然，问我下床来做什么？
我对妈说，我要脱衣服。在她面前，我脱去ｔ恤，裤子和内裤，我的大鸡巴弹跳而出，在她眼前晃动，她双眼却躲闪开了。
我绝不耽搁时机，再上床来，打开她的大腿。我试着脱她内裤时，没有阻力，她甚至把屁股略爲提起来给我帮忙，这助长我了的胆量。
我脱下她的内裤，慢慢欣赏着她小屄的景色，那里鬈毛丛生，看得出很少修剪，头发天然金黄，配上金毛小屄，并没有因年龄而变色，我妈真是罕见的极品！
我提起她的大腿，把她的脚架在我肩上，妈的眼睛己闭上，满脸红晕。
我吸了一口气，腹部向前一挺，我这儿子的大鸡巴，对准妈妈的小屄就肏进去了，顺势再顶几下，就全根没入妈妈的阴道里。
当时就听到老妈的喉头哼起娇嗲的呻吟声，我就神魂颠倒了。
我有心痛快的和她做爱，不过我没有莽动，只爲她是我的老妈，我只是用鸡巴肏着她，钉住她，动也不动。
我拥抱着她，在她屄里面和她黏着，让她小屄的湿润和温热吞裹着我。
顷刻我看到前所未见的情境，她全身开始不受控制般颤抖、摇摆，好像透不过气来，好像要唿出最后一口气一样。
我看得出是个性高潮的反应，是我从没看过的情境，更未曾试过，也不会有过。
看见自己的妈妈在自己的身下，被我这儿子的鸡巴肏的这样“来了”。想到这里自已也撑不住，不用抽插就在她屄里面射了。
完事了我看她全身汗浸浸，但她的脸不再生紧，神情舒畅开了。
我这才发觉我的鸡巴仍然坚硬地插在她屄里面，就放下她两条腿，压在她上面，十指和她紧扣。我感觉到她的乳房贴着我的胸，她的腿盘缠着我，想法子吸住我，把鸡巴留在她屄里面，愈深入愈好。
这个交合的位置叫我畅快，我也明白妈原来喜欢这样子。于是，我在她上面仗着鸡巴还有的硬度，轻抽快插，感觉妈妈的小屄越夹越紧，惊讶老妈的小屄有上佳的弹性。这时妈把嘴巴贴在我的耳边悄声说：“不要停，使点劲。”
我吻她唇儿找她的舌头，她回吻舌吐着我的舌头。我们激情地互吻，找着一个做爱的韵律，我们放慢着，从容不急的肏着，享受着每一个动作，做一个香甜美丽的爱。
这是梅开二度，本应多享受这美好的时刻，可是我们两个谁也顶不住，很快就激烈的疯狂起来，老妈她高潮不断，我也狂射不已，我们倒在对方的怀里，妈妈和儿子紧紧地搂着睡着了。
多讽刺，三人间里有三张床，我们两个却同睡在一张单人床上。
第二天清早，醒来妈不在身边，在旅馆餐厅找到她，她独个儿吃早饭。一看见她脸上的表情，就感到那里不对劲了。
她说声早，就低头继续看着咖啡杯，我也没敢多说话，我们随即离开旅馆再上路。
在车上，我忍不住开口说话。
“妈，有什么事，把心里的话说出来吧。”
“我们没话好说。”她一句就打住。
“你说什么？我们做过的事……”
“不要再提这事。我们都是成年人，我们都有需要，我们做了，做过是做过，不过以后不会再做，明白吗？这是我们两个人之间的事，不要和别人说，答应我，不要再提起这件事。”
我哑口无言。
我并无预谋过要和妈发生关系，或是对她心存不轨，正如妈说，发生了就发生了，不会有下次。
我有过不少雾水情缘，都是萍水相逢，之后不相来往，没有下文的，我不知道是否应该把和妈上过床这件事叫做“雾水情缘”。因爲她是我的妈妈，和她发生了性关系之后，我仍要见她，比互不认识更尴尬，甚至有点内疚。
不过，我还是憧憬着这段近乎不可能的情缘，不甘心就此划上句号。心想总会有下文吧？虽然不知道会怎样发生，但我相信一定会发生。
“听到我说吗？答应我吗？”她打断我的思路。
“答应。”我能说什么，她是我妈哟。这是我们最后一句谈话。一路上我们默默无言，直到中午，来到姨妈家里。
到达后，妈马上换上更衣，与姨母谈兴不休。我们在姨妈家坐几个钟个，就到旅馆休息。姨父安排了一切，我和妈各住一个房间，到婚礼时才离开。
婚礼后是宴会，我没心情跳舞和泡妞，独个儿留在自己的位子，没走开过。妈妈与姨父和别的男人跳舞，尽力叫自己看起来没事，整个晚上，我都盯住她。
有一两次，我们的眼神偶然相遇，捕捉到她脸上极爲迷惘，不安的心情。遮掩不住的，是她骨子里打量着我的神情。
舞会未完妈就说要走了，妈对姨父说她旅途疲倦，明天还要赶路回家。
回到旅馆，她问我明天何时起程，就说上午。独自回去房间，整个晚上辗转反侧，搜索枯肠，爲这两天发生的事找个解释。
第二天气氛更糟，我们整天同困在车厢里。倏地，我们不知道如何相处，尴尴尬尬，浑身不舒服，每一次我们想要开口说话，总是说不出来。
终于我们放弃了，在归家路上默然不语，漫漫长路，回到爸妈家里己是上晚上七时。我在门前放下妈就走了，我不想见到爸爸。
（三）食髓知味
男女之间发生过性关系，要在心里埋葬了它，原来是不容易。有过一次，就会有第二次、第三次……和老妈也一样。
自那个礼拜天晚上，送老妈回到家门，我们再没有见面，也没谈话。只有两次，爸爸打电话给我，问我要不要回去吃饭。两次都找个藉口推了。我明白妈妈不好意思和我再相见，所以不想勉强她，让她爲难。我也下了个结论；她是我的妈妈，幻想着和她男欢女爱，不切实际。
一次偶发的事件只能回味，不能重演，不过，一直以来脑袋里老是盘旋着老妈的影子。第二个礼拜，我决定不再想她，又四出猎艳，寻开心去了。
除了和妈上过一次床外，己一个月不知“肉”味，我差不多做了个禁欲主义者。我要赶快找个女友，有了女友就会把老妈快点忘掉。
可是，运气不佳，没遇上能上眼的。
意想不到的事发生了！那是月中的一个周末，大概下午一点，百无聊赖，只穿着裤头，摊在沙发上看报纸。
门铃响了，我问是谁？门外的人说“是我！”
我一听就认出是老妈的声音，我深深吸了一口气才开门。
“早啊！”她说。
“不早了，下午一点了。”
“我可以进来吗？”
“噢，当然可以。”我稍爲退后，侧身让开路。她进来的时候，和我擦肩而过。
她进来，四围探视，说：“不打扰你吗？”
“我没事做。”我装成懒洋洋的样子。
她出其不意驾临，我竟然有些儿紧张。从前怕她抓到我和别的女孩子上床，所以我坚持不要她来我家的原因。
我心情紧张心跳加促，不是心虚，而是预感到有事要发生。我看她的神情，和她谈吐举止，在最小的骨节眼里，就知道她的心情很靓很好。
另一件怪事是，在这穿ｔ恤也会满身汗的大热天里，没风没雨她却穿着风衣来，着实令人奇怪。
进到客厅，我请她坐她不坐，反要我坐。我坐在沙发上，她站在我面前，再次问我：“只有你一个在家？没别的人？”
“都说了，只有我一个人。”
我意味到有些事情将要发生，不过，我以爲她想和我说话而已。她站着片刻，低头看着地板。
我等她说话，然后她脱掉外衣，露出一身薄薄的夏季衣裙。我看到布料隆起处她乳房的形状，微微的下垂，两颗乳尖，在衬衣下突起，若隐若现。第一、二颗钮扣没扣上，露出深不可测的乳沟。
她上面真空，没戴乳罩，下面有没有穿内裤，我看不见。现在作兴些无痕内裤，让人摸着女人的“底”，除此之外，她只穿上一双凉鞋。
她直看着我，与我四目交彙说：“如果你不想要我，叫我走开就可以。不过，我以爲你会喜欢替我剥乳罩，像上次一样。”
“妈，上次你有戴，现在你没戴乳罩。”我认真的回答她。
“是吗？噢，是的。那么，我要你帮我做别的。”说着，她开始以极度诱惑的姿势，拉起裙子，裙摆下，一双玉腿徐徐暴露。
不过，最大的惊喜在后头，她对我绽出淫荡的笑容，然后将裙子一下就揭起，让我看她没穿内裤，而且把阴毛剃光净了，变成只“白虎”，看到老妈这个样子真让我吃了一惊，说不出话来。
她说：“我以爲你喜欢我这样子，这样可以解决你问题吗？”
她指着我勃起的鸡巴，此时我那鸡巴已从裤裆间那缝儿钻了出来。
她那么一指，令我登时异常尴尬，马上用手捂着，看来想做爱的不只是我一个。
妈妈一直拉高裙子，让她干净的小屄和我的视线同一水平，让我正面无遮的看个饱。我向她招招手，拍一拍身旁的位置，妈就坐在我身边。
我伸过手去，搭住她的腰，揽着她，她就向我倒过来，二话不说就吻她。她立刻反应，回吻给我。我们嘴对嘴互相吸住，正想可以和她来个湿吻，她就推开我，说：“慢着。”
她想干什么？又反悔了？我毫无头绪的看着她。她对我笑一笑，说：“儿子，如果你想和妈做爱，现在就来肏我。”
我第一次听到妈妈说“肏我”这么粗俗不文的字眼。不过我知道她不是开玩笑，喜极加激动，脱掉裤头，立即上马。妈妈把裙子翻起，打开大腿，让我趴在她身上，让我的大鸡巴一下肏进她的湿屄里。
她小屄别来无恙，一样的濡湿，我不必再挑逗催情，她已欲火中烧了，我只顾拼命的肏她，不想到其他的事了。
我知道和妈妈做爱，应该要特别温柔体贴，但是她似乎不介意我的急色，她乐在其中，比我更觉享受，差不多叫唤起来。
听到我们的肉体相碰的声音、加上老妈呻吟、浪叫，连我自己也觉得太淫荡了。我勐肏了不多时，就忍不住，浓浓的精液射进妈妈的小屄里。信不信由你，她来了两个高潮，是她告诉我的。
高潮落下，我的鸡巴仍插在妈的屄里面，和她拥抱着，不愿退出来，享受着做爱之后的余炽。此时，大家都需要喘息一下。
歇息之后，她说去我的睡房，我说当然可以。
扶起她软绵绵的身子，拥在怀里，她看见我的鸡巴雄纠纠的翘起，抵住她的大腿，有点羞答答。她衣裙凌乱，也不整理，就随着我，走入我的睡房，她叫我躺在床上，我躺在床上，心跳得更厉害，等待好戏上演。
老妈弯腰脱掉凉鞋，裙子，一丝不挂的来到床前。她赤裸的胴体逐步迫近，我不能不看她。
She not only took off her clothes, but her mons pubis was also smooth and hairless. I never imagined that my mother's pussy would be hairless. That was the most naked thing she ever showed me.
She got into bed, picked up my penis in her hand, and I thought to myself, "Mom, don't masturbate me, I want to put it inside your pussy." She touched it, kissed it lightly, and caressed my testicles in her hands, stroking and rubbing them up and down along the motion of my penis.

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