Homegrown flowers always smell sweeter than wildflowers - Chapter 4

My mother said that a woman's sexuality hibernates, but she knows when spring will break and welcomes spring, just like a butterfly emerging from a pupa. Once that cocoon is torn open, she can no longer resist the temptation to fly.
I vaguely understood why my mother doted on me so much: it was because I was her most beloved son and the man she loved most. But at the same time, it was also because I helped her break free from that cocoon and let her taste the happiness of flying freely in the sunshine.
Actually, more than me, my mother longed to be entangled with me day and night. This was an irrepressible desire for a woman nearing forty, and it took me some time to understand this.
Because her second older sister and younger sister were present, her mother dared not reveal too obviously the torment she was suffering from desire.
In the room where the two of us were alone, in a corner where my second sister and younger sister couldn't see, my fingers probed and kneaded my mother's hot, fleshy cleft and her full breasts.
My mother's sensitive body trembled incessantly, her eyes flashing with a strange light as she reveled in the relentless assault of my hot, large penis on her little mouth.
As a young and ignorant child, I was content with my mother's obedience and enthusiasm, and often took pleasure in teasing her, unaware that beneath that beautiful body beat a heart that was suffering greatly.
A ripe, juicy peach is completely different from a still-green apple. I didn't understand this until my mother and I had enough time and space.
That was the second weekend after I confronted my second sister. She took my younger sister back to our hometown, deliberately creating an opportunity for my mother and me.
After dinner, Mom was taking a shower in the bathroom. I pushed open the door and walked in naturally. Mom didn't say anything, stood up from the bathtub, casually wrapped a towel around herself, and came over to help me take off my clothes. We naturally started to hug each other, caressing each other while lathering each other with soap and washing carefully.
Her bath towel quickly fell to the floor. She bent over, using her tongue and warm mouth to wash my penis, her cute head bobbing gently beneath her, her white buttocks raised high. I reached under my mother and grasped her swaying breasts, kneading them incessantly, gently squeezing her small nipples. My penis thrust forward powerfully, penetrating deeply. I could feel my mother's tongue darting around, and a surge of excitement and inexplicable happiness welled up inside me.
I pulled my penis out; it was already erect from my mother's skillful tongue. My mother let out a choked gasp, and as she was about to straighten up, I pressed her down, trapping her head between my legs. My penis throbbed against her snow-white neck, and I could feel the smooth, tender flesh of her full body beneath my scrotum.
I lay on my mother's plump back, gently parting her dazzling white buttocks. The slit of her mature flesh exhaled heat, slightly protruding and swollen. Her mons pubis, washed by the hot water, looked as if it were red and swollen. The usually shy clitoris stood proudly red, surrounded by sparse black pubic hair, which looked delicate and lovely against the backdrop of her snow-white skin.
I turned my mother around, stood behind her, and thrust my erect penis deep into her alluring slit. I slowly pumped in and out, each thrust reaching its full depth. My hands roamed over her body, finally settling on her delicate, red clitoris…
The mother's breasts swayed back and forth as she twisted her hands around the edge of the bathtub, letting out choked moans.
"Ahhh...good! Good...ah...that's it...ah...put it in! Ah...more!...more...I'm coming!...I'm coming!...ah!"
With a loud scream, Mom could no longer support her body with her hands and collapsed onto the bathtub, panting heavily. Her legs were also bending, but they were held in place by my penis. We remained locked in this state, experiencing the peak of sexual pleasure.
I pulled out my penis, sat on the edge of the bathtub, hugged my mother, and inserted my fingers into her opening and closing honey hole. Sweet moans rang out again. I pulled my fingers out again, let my mother lie on my lap, and inserted them again, but my thumb went into her tightly contracting anus.
The sounds echoing in the bathroom were no longer groans, but rather agonizing sobs and weeping...
"Ah...ah...good! Good...good son...ah...you're so strong...so strong...woo...woo ah...woo..."
My mother knelt on the floor, her hands supporting her weight. I knelt behind her and inserted my penis into her vagina, while simultaneously inserting my middle finger into her anus and stirring rapidly.
My mother trembled all over, her buttocks thrusting out, whimpering softly. Then, with my outburst, her whole body tensed up, and she collapsed to the ground...
However, before she was fully awake, I lifted her up. My strong right hand wrapped around my mother's slender waist, while my nimble left hand ravaged her vagina like a venomous snake, my burning hot penis rubbing against her snow-white buttocks.
My mother let out a sobbing sigh, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back on my shoulder. One hand was pressed against her snow-white breast, and the other against my wicked hand that was ravaging her vagina. It seemed like she was both rejecting and inviting: "Don't... ah... touch there... ah... just... there... ah!"
I gently nibbled on my mother's earlobe and whispered in her ear, "Mom, does it feel good?"
"Ah...that feels so good!"
"Then, open your eyes and take a look!"
Encouraged by me, Mom opened her eyes, then immediately closed them again...
Her sensitive body trembled violently, and she groaned weakly, "No...don't look...ah!"
In front of us was a full-length mirror, from which we could clearly see my mother's beautiful body moaning under my cruel torment.
My mother's labia parted slightly under the touch of my fingers, and a drop of fluid dripped out. I knew this wasn't the semen that had just been ejaculated inside. The semen that had been sprayed so deeply was still deep inside my mother's body, perhaps even reaching her uterus.
Her sparse pubic hair was wet, the honey-like fluid secreted during her orgasm, now flowing out, making her pubic hair glisten as it lay around her slightly swollen labia. Her delicate labia majora were parted by my fingers, revealing her pink labia minora and her sensitive clitoris.
My mother twisted her body uneasily, and clear, sticky fluid slowly flowed out from that beautiful peach blossom cave, dripping down her thighs onto the ground, getting all over my hands.
"No...don't look!"
The mother groaned and pleaded, yet her skin was flushed and burning hot with excitement.
When I put my sticky fingers into my mother's sexy red lips, she sucked on them without hesitation, and even inserted her own fingers into her vagina to dig around.
"Open your eyes and watch carefully, Mom, see how your son is fucking you!"
I whispered obscene words in my mother's ear. She blushed with shame, but opened her bewildered eyes and secretly watched as my thick, dark penis parted her snow-white thighs and slowly entered her wet, cunt from behind.
"Ah... Waaah... No... No... Don't... Bully... Mom... Ah!"
My mother was about to lose her mind. She put her hands on the mirror, leaned forward, and prepared for my next round of criticism.
Her hair was disheveled, her sexy lips were sucking on my fingers, and her face was flushed with extreme excitement. Although she kept saying not to bully her, her eyes were fixed on our genitals, watching my penis quickly go in and out of her cunt, bringing her thick and tender labia in and out.
Such a lewd scene completely numbed her mind. Her mouth was wide open, saliva flowed uncontrollably, her eyes became hazy and obscene, and she let out meaningless cries from the deepest part of her throat. She had no strength left to support herself, and all her weight was on my arm. Her pink face was vigorously rubbing against the cold mirror.
When I forcefully inserted my finger into her anus, my mother's vagina spasmed violently, her cervix gripped my glans tightly, and she released her most intense vaginal fluid, which made my glans throb.
After the climax, the mother had no strength left and could only lean limply against the mirror.
I made her lie face down on the sink and thrust deeply into her from behind again. My mother let out another soft moan, crying and begging for mercy. She was practically dying from my fucking, her naked body covered in sweat, and her face, flushed with excitement and satisfaction, was reflected in the mirror.
At that moment, I remembered my second sister's lewd appearance in her anus, so I pulled my dripping penis out of my mother's vagina.
My mother let out a sigh that was hard to tell whether it was relief or disappointment, but then she cried out in surprise because my penis was already aimed at her open anus and slowly inserted.
My mother futilely twisted her buttocks, letting out painful moans, begging me not to penetrate her anus. But these moans only aroused my nerves more; my penis seemed to grow larger, and accompanied by my mother's scream of "Ah...", it broke through the obstruction and entered my mother's anus.
I thrust in and out in short, quick strokes, and my mother's anus began to contract again, gripping the base of my penis tightly. My glans pushed forward forcefully, one hand rapidly rubbing my mother's vulva, the other hand vigorously kneading my mother's full breasts, pressing down hard on the woman beneath me.
The mother's screams soon turned into low moans, and then rose in pitch.
"Ah...I didn't expect this...Ah...Good...Good...Ah...So good...Ah...I'm going to die...Ah ...
As her rapid, brief moans turned into whimpers, my penis throbbed violently inside her rectum, ejaculating a large amount of semen inside.
Stimulated by this, Mom convulsed twice, and a large amount of honey gushed out, slapping against the walls with a rustling sound. Then her eyes rolled back, and she fainted. I couldn't hold on any longer either, and we both collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily.
This "bath" lasted for a long time, almost two hours. By the time we finally got back to bed, we were both exhausted and quickly fell asleep.
To my surprise, the next day I woke up to find my mother wearing pajamas, even though I had fallen asleep embracing her naked body. She was completely naked underneath. My mother still maintains the habit of always putting her pajamas back on after sex; I suspect it's a small comfort she finds in preserving her maternal dignity, so I haven't forced her to.
Even though they share the same enthusiasm, my mother and my second sister are still different.
Perhaps because of my personality, my second sister is willing to fulfill all my requests, but there are some things I still need her prior approval for, otherwise she'll kick me off the bed without giving me any face. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a pampered little man, not really a conqueror.
My mother is different. Even if she has an opinion, she will never do anything to ruin the atmosphere. Instead, she will explain to me afterwards or express it in some kind of hint, making me feel that she truly belongs to me.
So I can be really tough on my second sister sometimes, making her writhe on the floor without holding back. But I'm more reserved with my mother, knowing where her bottom line is and not crossing it.
However, the mere fact of incest had completely unleashed the dark side of my mother's personality. She later told me that she had sex with me with a "what's the point" attitude. Having sex with her own son already proved she was an irredeemable, wanton, and wicked woman, not to mention the unprecedented pleasure she derived from it. Having completely abandoned morality and ethics, what wouldn't she dare to do?
During my first two years of high school, my mother endured the moral condemnation within herself, constantly reminding herself that this was the last time, yet she couldn't resist my temptations and indulged in the pleasure of incest. Therefore, she, who was always dignified and elegant, was particularly lewd in bed, but particularly indifferent in other situations.
The torment of ice and fire nearly drove her insane, which allowed her to derive the greatest liberation and pleasure from my abuse of her, only to regret it afterwards.
My mother said it's like being addicted to drugs. You know it's harmful, but you get more and more addicted and can't get out. As a result, you get deeper and deeper into it.
For this reason, my mother satisfied my first crazy "abuse" the very next day. I was really crazy at that time, captivated by the lewd scenes in pornographic books, and determined to train my beautiful mother into a slut.
For an entire day, I wouldn't let her wear clothes and made love to her anytime, anywhere: we made love on the sofa, on the floor, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, on the desk, in bed. I fucked her vagina, fucked her mouth, fucked her asshole, and even did nipple play.
My semen sprayed all over my mother's body, and our love juices were scattered in every corner of the house. The smell lingered for days. My mother was driven almost crazy by my torment, constantly crying and begging for mercy. My energy was so abundant that I barely gave her any rest, and all three of her orifices were red and swollen.
She then slept in bed for a full day and night, and avoided me for two whole weeks.
Of course, I didn't get any credit either. In fact, I was more tired than her, but I was just holding on because of my young body.
Furthermore, when my second sister came back, she smelled that odor and gave me a severe scolding, saying that my mother was too indulgent and compliant with me, and did not care about my health at all.
Don't you know that the effects of "old yin" and "young yang" are the most harmful? I'm not made of iron, do you want to die young? Or do you want to become impotent in the future? As she spoke, she wanted to go and talk to her mother, which startled me. I said, "Are you really willing to say that?" My second sister then realized what I meant, sat there silently for a long time, and finally said that she would have to be exposed eventually.
However, she ultimately didn't have the courage to expose us, and my mother only found out about our relationship later.

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