Finally registered and posted a motherly message.

My parents once had a happy and fulfilling sex life, but when I was fifteen, my father went to work at an embassy or consulate abroad, only able to return home for a month's vacation each year. Only my mother and I remained at home. My mother was not yet forty that year (though many people said she looked only in her thirties), the golden age when a woman is most mature, beautiful, charming, and attractive.
My mother was a beautiful woman; women her age possess a unique grace that beautiful women in their twenties lack. My mother was tall and slender, with a full figure and a curvaceous body, exuding an indescribable charm. In my teenage mind, my mother was beauty, the embodiment of perfection. I was deeply captivated by the unparalleled elegance she displayed; her beauty was breathtaking!
That year, I had just entered high school. Since elementary school, I had always been a student in the traditional sense—academically outstanding and multi-talented. Although only fifteen, I was already 170 centimeters tall, attracting many beautiful girls, but I disliked them, thinking they were too shallow. Perhaps because my mother was so outstanding, I passionately loved mature, beautiful, and voluptuous women. But I was, after all, an excellent boy in people's eyes, and I suppressed these unspeakable desires, burying my longing for mature, beautiful, and voluptuous women deep in my heart.
Like all teenagers, fifteen-year-old me often had sexual dreams. The heroines in my dreams were often beautiful, voluptuous, and mature women around my mother's age, sometimes even my mother herself. Waking up from these dreams, I often felt regret and self-reproach, but more often I felt a kind of sweetness. Sometimes, I would even conjure up many fantastical and vivid sexual fantasies based on my dreams.
My mother was a very confident person, always having a high opinion of herself. But at the same time, she is also a very cultured and sophisticated person. Although she is almost forty, sometimes her pursuit of love is like that of the young girls in our class who are just beginning to experience romantic feelings. After Dad went abroad, Mom was very lonely. For a while, she was very depressed. I knew this was because of a lack of love, because women her age cannot live without love. Deep in my heart, there was a faint, lingering desire. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but for me, it was a taboo, yet also a thrill.
To help Mom escape her loneliness, I consciously started spending more time at home with her. I often chatted with her, talking about everything under the sun; I often watched TV and played cards with her; sometimes we went out to see movies and go to concerts together. Of course, what made Mom happiest was when I often helped her with housework, such as cooking, washing dishes, and tidying up the room. Gradually, Mom regained her former radiance and charm. In her presence, I felt all the beautiful women I knew paled in comparison. Facing my stunning, voluptuous, and maturely alluring mother every day, I felt my self-control rapidly dwindling, teetering on the brink of collapse. Yet, reason constantly kept me alert, suppressing the outburst of these forbidden and complex emotions.
My mother also grew increasingly fond of me, often reminiscing about her youth during our conversations. Whenever she spoke of these things, I would listen intently, and she was happy to have such a loyal listener. This continued until I was sixteen, a sophomore in high school. By then, my mother and I had begun to express our affection through hugs. I didn't know what my mother was thinking, but each hug ignited a burning desire within me, like the summer sun. I became increasingly intoxicated by hugging her, gradually adding kisses to the embraces. At first, we only kissed each other's cheeks, fleeting touches, but later I deliberately intensified these kisses, often sneaking a quick kiss on her rosy, sweet lips when she wasn't looking. Several times, when my mother and I embraced, inhaling the unique, fresh, and elegant fragrance of a mature woman, and as I gently rubbed my face against hers, I heard her breathing quicken. She would push me away, a blush rising to her beautiful face. That delicate expression truly captivated and enchanted me.
My mother paid great attention to her appearance and demeanor; unlike those fashionable, superficial women who used expensive cosmetics, she was always natural, truly "a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without adornment." Except for work and formal occasions, when she wore elegant business attire, she usually wore faded designer jeans and a pale yellow silk sweater. In this way, the tight jeans accentuated her long, shapely legs and full, rounded hips, making her even more sexy and alluring. In the summer, Mom would wear beautiful dresses, sometimes flowing floor-length gowns, sometimes vibrant short skirts. But no matter what she wore, Mom's stunning figure and face made me feel that no woman in the world could compare to my mother.
Perhaps it was true that familiarity breeds affection; I vaguely sensed that the bond between Mom and me had transcended that of mother and son. My love for my mother deepened, and my desire for her grew stronger; moreover, I sensed that Mom was also adjusting the dynamic between us. Mom often displayed a shyness in front of me, the kind of shyness only lovers share; she also frequently, intentionally or unintentionally, subtly revealed her mature, voluptuous, sexy, and captivating body in front of me. She often wore semi-transparent, milky-white silk robes in the evenings or mornings. These robes obviously couldn't conceal her body, and I could clearly see the beautiful curves of my mother's body; I could clearly see the outline of her firm, full, and rounded breasts; I could see her sexy and alluring body faintly exposed beneath the silk robes. At these times, I would feel a strong urge.
Eventually, it happened.
In the summer of my sixteenth year, my feelings for my mother and I had reached an almost inseparable level. I clearly remember that moonlit night. When it was time to say goodnight, my mother and I embraced tenderly. When I pressed my lips to her rosy, sweet lips, she didn't push me away as usual, but let me kiss her rosy, sweet little mouth. I even felt her tongue tentatively probing twice. At that moment, I felt the warmth of my mother's full, mature body beneath the silk robes. However, when I tried to put my tongue into her mouth, Mom suddenly pushed me away, blushing, and went upstairs to her bedroom. That night, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt unexpectedly refreshed. Mom and I both have the habit of bathing in the morning. Before I got up, Mom was already up and had finished bathing. I went into the bathroom and washed myself thoroughly.
After bathing, I felt so refreshed. With this feeling, I went to the dining room, where Mom was preparing breakfast. Mom was wearing a milky white, semi-transparent silk robe, her long, black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. I could vaguely see her pink bra and small, delicate panties, and the outline of her full, round, and sexy buttocks was faintly visible. In that instant, the infinite allure of Mom's curvaceous, mature, and voluptuous body intoxicated me, and I couldn't help but let my mind wander. In that instant, I really wanted to rush forward and hug my mother, to caress and play with her plump, full, round, and pert buttocks. But reason warned me not to act rashly; a woman's heart is unfathomable, who knows what she's thinking? I approached my mother, pressing close behind her. My mother, caught off guard, was startled and immediately said,
"Wuji, stop fooling around, come sit over there, Mom will make breakfast soon."
As she spoke, she turned around and kissed me on the cheek. Everything was so natural, without the slightest affectation.
I obediently went to the dining table and sat down. After a while, Mom brought out breakfast, stood beside me, and gently asked,
"My dear son, would you like milk or coffee this morning?"
A faint fragrance wafted into my nose, and my heart skipped a beat. I turned slightly, reached out my left hand to hug Mom's soft waist, pressed my face between her full, round breasts, and murmured,
"Mom, I...I love you..."
Mom was taken aback at first, then smiled gently. She stroked my head and said:
"Silly child, Mommy loves you too!"
I pressed my face against her full, firm breasts, gently caressing them. My left hand slowly slid down to her round, plump, luscious buttocks. Then, I reached my right hand between her legs, tentatively stroking her smooth, delicate, long, and rounded thighs.
Mommy seemed to be electrocuted; her body stiffened abruptly, and she lowered her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on mine, her gaze filled with a hazy, sweet tenderness.
As if encouraged, I pulled Mommy down onto my lap with my left hand. When her soft, round, and plump buttocks landed on my thighs, Mommy let out a soft moan, wrapped her arms around me, and our lips met in a tight kiss.
A moment later, our lips parted, sweet saliva glistening on our mouths.
My mother sat on my lap, and I held her voluptuous, mature, and sexy body, my left hand kneading her smooth, round, and plump buttocks. Her soft, round buttocks must have felt the touch of my already hardened penis; she shifted restlessly, her beautiful face flushed with a charming blush, as if waking from a dream. She tried to break free from my embrace and caresses:
"Oh, Wuji, let go of Mom, don't do this."
I held her trembling body tightly. For a moment, we both froze, unsure what to do, as if waiting for what was to come. Now that things had come to this, everything that needed to be done had been done. The ice had been broken, the thin veil between us had been pierced; there was no other choice but to move forward without looking back.
Perhaps it was telepathy, but when I resolutely continued to hold my mother on my lap, my right hand around her full, soft waist, and my right hand caressing her firm, round, and full breasts through her thin silk robe and pale pink lace bra, my mother no longer struggled. Instead, she gently wrapped her rounded arms around my neck, breathing softly. Both my mother and I were a little nervous; it must have been our fear of what was about to happen—a feeling both romantic and forbidden. For a long time, I simply massaged my mother's breasts beneath the thin silk robe and bra, while she gently wrapped her arms around my neck, occasionally kissing my cheek with her rosy lips.
Gradually, Mom could no longer bear my caresses. Her breathing became rapid, and she occasionally let out a few soul-stirring moans:
"Ah...ah...Wuji, my darling son...ah...ah...no...ah...quick...quick...let go...let go of Mom...Mom...ah...ah..."
As she said this, she pressed my head tightly against her soft and firm breasts, her voluptuous body twisting and her plump buttocks swaying. I knew what she was thinking. She was still shy about what was about to happen; after all, it was a super taboo that violated ethics, and I was, after all, her own son. But Mom's heart was already stirred, her desire was already burning, only the last bit of reason remaining in her subconscious had not yet been extinguished.
"Mom, dear Mom, I love you, I want Mom to be my lover, ah, Mom."
I held Mom tightly on my lap, passionately caressing her. Mom couldn't help but giggle softly, wrapping her arms around my neck. She gently nibbled at my earlobe, whispering,
"You naughty boy, you're quite experienced! How did you learn that? Confess now!"
"Wuji, come here, carry Mommy, shall we go upstairs?"
I knew that my lust, like mine, was burning ever brighter, eagerly anticipating that forbidden, unethical moment.
Mom was 168 cm tall and weighed 63 kg, yet the power of love made me lift her up in an instant:
"Yes, Mommy, I'll carry you upstairs, I love you, Mommy."
Both Mom and I knew clearly what "upstairs" meant.
I held Mom's voluptuous, mature body in my arms, her arms wrapped around my neck, her beautiful eyes gazing at me tenderly. We gazed at each other, and I carried my beautiful, voluptuous, sexy, and mature mother upstairs, into her romantic, feminine bedroom.
I gently placed her on her large double bed. Aroused by sexual desire, my mother's beautiful cheeks flushed a faint blush. Her eyes were half-closed, half-open, her gaze hazy, her eyes and brows filled with tenderness and affection. She writhed her voluptuous body, her curves perfectly accentuated—full breasts, a slender waist, and plump hips.
I lay on top of her, kissing her, my hands caressing her all over. My mother breathed softly, letting me soothe her.
"Mom, I love you. I want you to be my lover. I want you." I pressed her body beneath me, my hands roaming over her entire body, quickly exploring every inch of her flesh.
My mother, panting softly as I caressed her, her voluptuous body writhing incessantly:
"...Ah...ah...my good baby...ah...ah...Mommy...ah...Mommy promises you...ah...ah...***my little darling..."
"Mommy, am I dreaming? Can I really...can I really be with you...with you...is this real?"
My erect, hard penis touched my mother's body through my shorts. For a moment, I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or in reality.
My mother held me close, her rosy, sweet lips kissing mine. She breathed heavily, her face flushed with embarrassment, and whispered intermittently,
"It's true... um... um... silly boy... um... um... Wuji... ah... ah... um... ah... ah... bad son... um... um... help... help Mom... um... help Mom... ah... ah... take... take off your clothes... um... um..."
My mother's intoxicating voice was truly mesmerizing. The last vestiges of incestuous, forbidden guilt in her mind were burned away by the raging fire of desire.
I could hardly believe it; my long-awaited dream was about to become reality. Excitement made my hands tremble, and for a moment I didn't know how to remove my mother's long dress. *** A hand gently grasped my trembling hand and slowly guided me to her lower body to unzip the zipper at the back. "

Mom, come out, let me help you wash." After a while, I gently hugged my mother, nibbling her soft, smooth earlobe with my lips, and sweetly whispered,
"Hmph, you're up to no good, what new tricks are you going to play now?" "Mom nestled in my arms, her head swaying gently.
We stood up from the bathtub, and she turned to embrace me tightly. My hard penis touched her smooth skin, and she moaned softly as we kissed.
I lifted her out of the tub, and she lay on the water mat. Her shapely, curvaceous figure outlined the voluptuous body of a mature and beautiful woman. Especially her plump, white, and smooth buttocks, like a mysterious dream, could evoke endless fantasies.
Shower gel was applied to her body, creating colorful bubbles. My hands smeared the gel, sliding from her smooth back to her full waist, and finally to her plump, round buttocks.
My hands slipped between her thighs, exploring between her plump buttocks. The slippery shower gel made her already smooth skin even more moisturized. My hands roamed between her buttocks, and Mom giggled as she parted her legs."
"You little pervert, what are you doing?"
I lay on my mother's back, kissing her from her neck down her back and waist, until I reached her soft, plump, round, and smooth buttocks. I left my kisses on her firm, plump buttocks. My mother slightly raised her plump buttocks, her thighs slightly parted, revealing her small, beautiful, dark red anus between her two snow-white, smooth, plump buttocks, as beautiful as a chrysanthemum bud. Her body was covered in shower gel, slippery and smooth, including her buttocks. My face and mouth caressed and licked her plump, soft buttocks. The shower gel overflowed with snow-white foam, covering her buttocks, my face, and my mouth. My mother and I were truly in sync, our movements perfectly synchronized. With a gentle pull, I caused my mother's hips to buckle, her legs involuntarily kneeling on the waterbed. Her plump buttocks arched upwards, her two snow-white cheeks parted as wide as possible, revealing her smooth cleft, dark red anus, and a perineum sparsely covered with soft hair. I lay on top of my mother's smooth buttocks, my tongue licking and kissing the smooth cleft. My mother giggled softly as I kissed and licked her, her plump buttocks swaying. Following the smooth cleft of my mother's buttocks, my tongue slowly kissed her dark red, delicate anus, like a beautiful chrysanthemum bud. Her anus was smooth and moist. As my tongue touched it, my mother's buttocks trembled, and her anus contracted. Her plump, white buttocks arched even higher, her thighs spread even wider, and her upper body was now lying face down on the waterbed. My hands gripped my mother's smooth, plump, white buttocks, and I opened my lips to kiss her dark red, beautifully patterned anus, like a chrysanthemum bud. My tongue gently licked her anus. ***His anus contracted and writhed, his body twisted, his upper body swayed on the waterbed, and he let out seductive moans. Years later, I will still remember that image: a boy kneeling behind a middle-aged woman, passionately kissing and licking her small, beautiful anus, like a chrysanthemum bud, while the woman moaned wantonly. But who would have guessed they were mother and son?
The mother trembled from the kisses and licks, her plump, white buttocks parted wide, sticking up high. My hands gripped her smooth, white, plump buttocks, my tongue kissing and licking her smooth, moist cleft, touching her dark red, beautifully patterned, small, chrysanthemum-like anus; gliding over the sparsely covered, soft pubic hair of her perineum, briefly touching her wet vaginal opening. Of course, at that moment, I was completely captivated by ***'s beautiful and alluring anus. My tongue, coated with saliva, shower gel, and the vaginal fluid overflowing from deep within my mother's vagina, entered her anus, licking and touching it. My mother, her plump, snow-white buttocks swaying, moaning softly, lay completely prone on the waterbed, her sexy, wanton, plump, snow-white buttocks raised high. My tongue pressed hard against her anus, trying to penetrate. Her anus had probably never been played with before; it was tight. My tongue licked the dark red, patterned, chrysanthemum-bud-like anus, licking every fold. My mother's upper body was now completely limp on the waterbed, but her sexual instincts compelled her to keep her sexy, wanton buttocks raised high.
Finally, my mother's entire body collapsed onto the waterbed, and I, exhausted, lay on her slippery body.
After a while, I got up from my mother, pulled her, still immersed in pleasure, and laid her on her back on the waterbed. Before her son, the mother, lying naked on her back, resembled Venus, the goddess of love and beauty. Her smooth, fair skin outlined the rounded, alluring curves of a mature, sensual middle-aged woman; those curves undulated gently with her soft breaths. Although she was nearly forty, her smooth, fair skin remained so supple and resilient. Her full, white breasts, which had once nourished and nursed me, stood erect, their round nipples like two ripe, plump grapes; with her soft breaths, the high peaks of her breasts and round nipples trembled slightly.
Because she was lying on her back, naked, before her son, the mother instinctively brought her legs together. A blush spread across her beautiful face. Her shyness fueled my desire to conquer her. I knelt beside my mother, poured some shower gel onto my hands, and gently rubbed it onto her body. My hands roamed over her voluptuous body, caressing every inch of her skin. Of course, what fascinated me most were her firm, round, and full breasts and the mysterious, alluring, and gently flowing valley between her snow-white thighs. My hands grasped her firm, round, and full breasts, massaging and gently pinching her nipples, which were as full as two ripe grapes. The rich foam enveloped her body. My hands slowly slid down to her smooth, flat abdomen, feeling the slight rise and fall of her body with her soft breathing. Her skin was quite sensitive; even the lightest touch of my fingers caused her skin to tremble. I saw her beautiful navel below her abdomen, gently caressing it with my fingers, and then I lay down on her body, licking the indented navel with my tongue.
"Ah, my good son, you little pervert, my little husband, my son, my baby, Mommy, Mommy, you're doing this to me, ahhhhh!"
Mom finally couldn't help but cry out. Her hands pressed my head down, pushing it downwards. At this moment, her two snow-white thighs were already spread apart, and the half-open labia, hidden among the thick pubic hair, made the private parts of this mature and beautiful married woman exceptionally alluring. I buried my face between her two snow-white thighs, letting Mom's thick pubic hair touch my face. I deeply inhaled Mom's intoxicating, faint body fragrance, and then began to kiss and lick from the base of her two round and plump thighs. My tongue lightly brushed against my mother's long, smooth thighs, gently licking from bottom to top along the cleft between her thick, slippery labia majora and the base of her thighs, down to her hip bones. Then, I slowly kissed and licked down her thighs to the Zusanli acupoint below her knees, and then down to her beautiful, shapely feet. Then, I started kissing and licking upwards from the other foot, returning to the base of her thighs. During this time, her legs involuntarily swayed, her buttocks occasionally arching upwards, and she let out soft moans. My tongue passed through her thighs, grazed her anus, and licked upwards from her perineum to the lower part of her vagina. Accompanied by my mother's wanton moans, her vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluids.
She pressed my head firmly between her two snow-white thighs, her pubic hair, wet with her fluids, shower gel, and my saliva, brushing against my face. My tongue kissed and licked my mother's thick, slippery labia majora, gently sweeping and teasing them from the outside in; her two dark red labia minora, like peach petals, shyly parted slightly; I took one petal into my mouth, gently sweeping it with the tip of my tongue, and my mother twisted her plump, full buttocks, moaning with pleasure; after a while, I took the other petal into my mouth and gently swept it with the tip. Later, I gently took both labia minora into my mouth and sucked them together, the vaginal fluid from my mother's vagina flowing into my mouth. My tongue teased the two petal-like labia minora in my mouth, probing between them, licking the tender flesh inside. My mother was now completely limp from my caresses, utterly immersed in the pleasure of sex, already lost in the pure pleasure of animalistic sex. However, I remained conscious; I wanted to awaken my mother from her trance, to let her continue to receive my caresses in a semi-conscious state. While Mom was lost in her reverie, I gently bit the two labia minora of her vulva that I had in my mouth. I heard Mom let out a soft "Ah," her body jerked suddenly, and her legs reflexively kicked out. Luckily, I was prepared, so I wasn't kicked off the waterbed. Before Mom could speak, I quickly took her two petal-like labia minora into my mouth again, gently teasing them with the tip of my tongue. The "Ah" she had just uttered turned into a soft "Oh." Mom's body relaxed again, her two round, slender, and smooth legs wrapped around my neck, her hands caressing my head, twisting her naked body, and moaning lasciviously.
***Her clitoris was already erect, pointed and lovely like a cardamom bud. I felt that my mother really wanted me to kiss and lick her clitoris. Listening to ***'s wanton moans, I released my mother's two petal-like labia minora, and extended my tongue, using the tip to slowly and gently lick upwards along the perineum where soft pubic hair grew sparsely, towards the clitoris. As my tongue touched the vaginal opening, I gently moved it from side to side, parting my mother's two petal-like labia minora with my tongue while continuing to lick upwards, inching closer to the clitoris; just before I reached my mother's lovely cardamom clitoris, I lightly, almost imperceptibly, swept and touched ***'s clitoris with the tip of my tongue, then moved away, and then licked downwards to kiss ***'s vaginal opening, which resembled a flower stamen. That almost imperceptible touch made my mother tremble all over for a long time.
At the entrance of my mother's beautiful, alluring vagina, my tongue forcefully plunged into her overflowing, lustful vagina, the tip licking the slippery, beautifully folded inner walls. The slightly salty, lustful fluid from her vagina flowed down my tongue and into my mouth.
At this moment, I had her clitoris in my mouth. I gently touched the tip of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, flicking it upwards and occasionally moving it from side to side. Her penis throbbed gently, almost imperceptibly, in my mouth. Her body writhed, her two round, snow-white legs kicked, and her buttocks thrust upwards so that I could more thoroughly kiss, lick, and suck her vaginal opening and inner walls.
My mother's legs were spread wide, and my head was buried between them. I was licking her clitoris with my mouth, one hand caressing her plump, soft buttocks, and the other kneading her thick pubic hair. Occasionally, I would move my fingers to her buttocks, teasing her anus, and sometimes gently inserting them into her vagina. My mother moaned and groaned, urging me to quickly insert my hard penis into her vagina. But I wanted to "teach" her a lesson, to make her never forget me. My mouth was filled with her clitoris, my tongue licking it. My mother's round legs were tightly wrapped around my neck, her two plump, soft buttocks spread wide, her body arching upwards. Her clitoris was completely enveloped in my mouth, and I would occasionally tease it gently with my tongue, sometimes even lightly biting it with my teeth. Each time, my mother would tremble all over, her legs would instinctively kick, and she would occasionally let out a few seductive moans. The scent of her vaginal fluids and her seductive moans stimulated my penis to a hard throbbing.
I held my mother in my arms, and she nestled tightly against me. My hard penis was pressed against her slippery body, and her delicate hands grasped it. I carried my mother back into the large bathtub. The water was clear. My mother faced me, her legs spread wide. Her smooth, alluring, and enticing vaginal opening, like a lovely flower bud, was right in front of my hard, erect penis. My penis in the water was like a reef standing upright. I held onto my mother's plump, fleshy buttocks. My mother held onto the edge of the tub with one hand and my erect, large, and hard penis, which resembled a sword reaching for the sky, with the other. Her body slowly sank down, and her slippery vaginal opening touched the glans of my penis. The vaginal opening was slippery, and the large, smooth glans slid in effortlessly. Kneading my mother's soft, white, plump buttocks, looking at her fair, rounded body, feeling the suppleness and tightness of her vagina, I felt intoxicated, as if I had drunk a fine, aged wine. Using the buoyancy of the water, I thrust my lower body upwards, and with both hands holding my mother's plump, large buttocks, I pulled her down forcefully. With her eyes slightly closed, she savored the slow insertion of her son's penis into her flesh. My mother was unprepared and immediately straddled me. My large, thick, and hard penis was completely enveloped by her vaginal sheath in three strokes. The smooth, round glans was immediately on the soft, warm, and almost imperceptible flesh at the end of my mother's vagina.
My mother involuntarily let out a soft "Ah!" Her beautiful eyes, which had been slightly closed, snapped open, her face now directly facing mine. Seeing my mischievous grin, she acted like a girl experiencing first love, gently tapping me with her delicate fist:
"Ah, you're so naughty, naughty son, naughty son, you don't even care about me..."
Face to face, I was captivated by her alluring beauty, my eyes glued to her lovely face.
My mother then realized what she had done, a little embarrassed, her face flushing crimson. She lowered her eyelids slightly and said softly and coquettishly,
"You little rascal, what are you looking at? What's there to see?"
"Mom, you're so beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I love you, I want to be with you forever."
My mother, her face flushed with shyness, leaned against my shoulder, her full, firm breasts pressed tightly against my chest. I held her waist and hips tightly, my penis firmly inserted into her vagina. That was the passage through which I came into this world: sixteen years ago, my tiny body entered this world through this passage in my mother's body; sixteen years later, through the same passage, the strongest part of my body, the part that brought my mother pleasure, returned to her body. Not long ago, my semen cleansed my mother's long-neglected vagina, and those countless sperm returned to the birthplace that nurtured me sixteen years ago—my mother's womb.
Using the buoyancy of the water, my body easily arched upwards. I embraced my mother's plump waist and hips, thrusting upwards with force, my penis pumping in and out of her vagina.
My mother let out a soft moan, her plump, soft buttocks pressing down as she straddled me, her smooth, tight, wrinkled vagina tightly enveloping and stroking my penis. My mother swayed her plump hips, and I thrust upwards with force, the water in the large bathtub rippling like waves on the sea.
After a while, my mother and I emerged from the bathtub, completely entranced, and embraced tightly. I kissed her, and her small, delicate tongue, like a clove, swirled in my mouth. My erect, hard penis rested on her soft, flat abdomen. My mother lifted one leg and wrapped it around my waist, positioning her smooth, beautiful vaginal opening directly against my erect penis. I held her plump buttocks and thrust forward, her body also arching forward. With a soft "plop," followed by a soft cry, my penis plunged into my mother's beautiful, mature, and alluring vagina. My mother clung tightly to my shoulders, thrusting her body forward forcefully. I held her full waist with one hand and her soft, smooth, plump buttocks with the other, my penis thrusting forcefully in and out of her vagina. The tight, wrinkled walls of her vagina gripped my penis, her labia minora tightly enveloping it. Our tongues collided and intertwined. I hugged my mother tightly, and she wrapped her plump arms around my neck, her shapely legs around my waist, her vagina tightly gripping my penis, her long black hair fluttering behind her head with each thrust. Her face was flushed, she was panting, and said intermittently,
"Oh...good son, little husband, darling baby, I love you, son's big cock is fucking your little cunt...oh..."
I hugged her plump buttocks, her long legs tightly wrapped around my waist, my penis deeply inserted into her vagina, her vaginal opening tightly gripping my penis. I held my plump and beautiful mother in my arms, my penis inside her vagina, and walked out of the bathroom into the living room. I placed her on the sofa, stood beside it, put her legs on my shoulders, pressed my body against hers, and thrust my penis deep into her vagina, swaying my hips, my penis grinding inside her vagina, the glans touching the soft, warm flesh at the end of her vagina. My mother's eyes were glazed over, her face flushed, and she was panting heavily, moaning softly.
"Oh... Jiang, my darling, my dear son, Mommy's being fucked to death by your big cock... Oh... Harder... Oh..."
"Mommy... My sweet, horny mommy... Your beautiful cunt is stroking my cock so beautifully... I want to fuck Mommy... Oh... Oh..."
After a while, my mother got up and lay on the sofa, sticking out her plump buttocks, revealing her beautiful vulva. Her labia majora were engorged and parted, her labia minora had turned a deep pink, her clitoris was erect, and her dark purple, chrysanthemum-bud-like anus was particularly alluring against the backdrop of her white, plump buttocks.
I understood perfectly and placed my hand on her snow-white, plump buttocks. My erect penis touched her vulva, eliciting giggles from her. She twisted her body, swaying her hips, and grasped my penis with one hand, rubbing the glans against her erect, small, budding clitoris. Seductive moans escaped her lips:
"Oh... little darling... my dear husband, my good son... you're so clever... ah... I'd let you fuck me every day... ah... it's so good... ah... ah..." "
Mom, look how well we coordinate! The moment you stick your ass out, I know how you want me to fuck you. Mom, there's a saying, 'If a female dog doesn't stick her ass out, a male dog won't go to the trough.'"
"Ah, you little pervert, how dare you laugh at your mother, calling her a female dog." "Mom blushed and smiled coquettishly, swaying her plump, round, full, and white buttocks in a coquettish manner.
While coquettishly gesturing, she guided my hard penis from behind into her vagina. My body slammed against her plump buttocks, my penis thrusting in and out of her tight, slippery vagina. I held her plump buttocks, my lower abdomen colliding with her snow-white buttocks. With each thrust, the glans of my penis struck the soft, warm flesh deep inside her vagina. Her labia minora, like vibrant flower petals, fluttered with each thrust. My arms encircled her supple waist, one hand caressing her already erect, small, bud-like clitoris, my fingers gently massaging it with the fluid flowing from her vagina. Her other hand also touched my scrotum, gently kneading it with her fingers. She twisted her body, swaying her plump buttocks, moaning ecstatically:"
"Oh...Mommy feels so good, so good...Oh...My darling...Your big cock feels so good inside my pussy...Oh...Oh...Harder...Oh...Yes, just like that...Oh...Oh...Oh..."
After a while, Mommy and I moved the battlefield to the floor. Mommy lay on her back on the floor, her two snow-white, plump, and slender legs spread wide and raised high. I lay on her soft, boneless body, rubbing my hard penis against her vaginal opening, rubbing it with the lustful fluid flowing from her vagina, rubbing it against her labia minora, rubbing it against her clitoris, rubbing it against her vaginal opening.
"Oh...you little rascal...you little pervert...it feels so good...faster...oh...faster...oh...put your big cock in...oh..."
Mom writhed, moaning wantonly, thrusting her hips upwards. One hand guided my hard penis towards her overflowing, wet vagina, while the other hand pulled me down from behind. With a "whoosh," my penis slid into her vagina. My chest pressed tightly against Mom's firm, white breasts, squeezing from side to side and back to back, while simultaneously lifting and lowering my hips, accelerating the thrusting of my penis into her vagina. Mom She writhed, her vagina tightly gripping my penis. We explored sexual techniques, sometimes plunging my penis deep inside her, twisting my hips, the large glans grinding against the soft, warm flesh deep within; other times withdrawing, leaving only the glans at the entrance, then forcefully thrusting it back in… The sofa, coffee table, dining table, dining chair… everywhere became our battleground. In my mother's beautiful, mature, and alluring vagina, my penis thrust in and out for almost a whole day, until she was weak and limp, her juices flowing freely. She was drenched in sweat, panting heavily. Amidst her intoxicating, wanton moans, I ejaculated several times into her vagina, stimulating her uterus.
That night, I slept on the same bed, holding my mother in my arms. She nestled gently in my embrace, my penis inside her, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.
I don't know when, but I woke up to find it was already broad daylight. Opening my eyes, I saw my mother was no longer beside me. I got up and left the bedroom. I heard sounds coming from the kitchen downstairs. I went down and entered the kitchen, where I saw my mother in her pajamas preparing breakfast. Looking at my mother… Her voluptuous and alluring figure reminded me of the sweetness and madness of last night. Looking at my mother's slender waist and rounded hips, my penis slowly hardened. I went over and hugged her from behind. My mother turned around, blushed when she saw me, gave me a charming smile, kissed me, and then turned back to continue her work. My hard penis pressed against my mother's soft buttocks through her pajamas. I slipped my hand inside her pajamas—ah, she wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas! My hand moved towards her groin, my fingers probing her vagina, gently stirring and massaging her clitoris. My mother chuckled softly, saying,
"You little rascal, you're such a little devil. Ah, I don't know what I did to deserve this in my past life." I
lifted the hem of my mother's nightgown. Her legs were already spread apart. I knelt behind her, cupping her plump, white, and smooth buttocks, kissing them. I stuck out my tongue and licked her buttocks cleft, her dark red anus, across her perineum, and kissed and licked her vaginal opening. Her vagina gradually became wet, and her hands slowly stopped, resting on the countertop, softly panting. I stood up and inserted my hard penis into my mother's wet vagina. With a "whoosh," my penis went all the way into her vagina. My mother let out a soft cry, her vagina tightly gripping me. My penis, with both hands gripping her plump buttocks, thrust forcefully, my scrotum slapping against her mons pubis. At first, my mother supported herself on the counter, but I forced her to lie face down on it, panting heavily. Her pajamas were already on the floor. My mother and I were having sex naked in front of the kitchen counter, my penis thrusting in and out of her warm, wrinkled vagina; her vagina tightly enveloped my thick, hard penis, her labia majora and minora powerfully stroking it.
After a while, I picked my mother up and placed her on the dining table, letting her lie on her back. My mother spread her legs... I stood between her legs, my penis deeply inserted into her vagina, thrusting in and out with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. At this moment, Mom's eyes were hazy, she was panting heavily, her face flushed, and she was covered in fragrant sweat. Her vagina overflowed with passionate fluids, wetting our genitals and flowing onto the dining table.
At ***'s prompting, I sat on the dining chair, and Mom straddled me. I held her slender waist with one hand and her plump buttocks with the other, my thick penis thrusting upwards into her vagina. Mom arched her body back, bouncing, her warm, wrinkled vagina tightly gripping and stroking my penis. I... My penis was thrust upwards, while I gently sucked on my mother's beautiful nipples, which resembled ripe grapes, kissing and licking her full breasts. My mother's long, black hair flowed behind her head like a dark brown waterfall.
Breakfast was ready, but I showed no signs of ejaculating. My mother got off me and brought the breakfast to me. I pulled her to my side and had her sit on my lap. She was as gentle as a wife, her plump, soft buttocks resting on my thighs as she fed me bite by bite, sometimes even feeding me mouth-to-mouth. My mother blushed and said,
"You are my own son, you are only seventeen, but I am almost forty. It's shameful to commit incest with my own son. But, my dear son, you don't know, your father is away most of the year, and even when he comes home, he's often not there. I simply can't control my burgeoning desires, I can't suppress my insatiable lust." "My beloved son, sooner or later, it'll just be the two of us at home. Who knows when something might happen? My darling son, don't you love your mother? From now on, your mother is yours. These breasts, this body, I'll make you happy." Saying this, she spread her legs and inserted her penis into her vagina again.
That breakfast, my mother and I ate and did it until 9:30. From then on, whenever it was just my mother and me at home, we would both be naked, always ready to insert my penis into her vagina.

That summer vacation, I went to the most famous coastal city in Northeast China to visit my aunt—my younger sister. There, I had another affair with my beautiful and sexy aunt. With my aunt, I discovered a different kind of pleasure than with my mother. Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and I returned to the provincial capital with endless longing for my aunt's body.
That day, when I got off the train, the first thing I saw was my beautiful mother. I was surprised to find that she looked even more stunning in her long dress. On the platform, I gave her a light hug, but once we boarded the train, we kissed passionately. My mother sucked on my tongue, while I swirled my tongue in her mouth. After a while, we came to our senses.
Back home, after my mother finished bathing, I washed up. When I came out, she said she needed to prepare dinner. I hugged her and said,
"Mom, I'm hungry now. I want to eat now."
My mother nestled gently in my arms like a little bird, giggling softly, a blush spreading across her face:
"Wuji, Mom is hungry too. Mom wants to eat too."
I picked up my mother's full figure, her rounded arms wrapped around my neck, and I carried her into the bedroom. On the large double bed, we embraced and kissed passionately. In a daze, we were both completely naked. My mother straddled me, her head buried between my legs, her rosy lips enveloping and sucking my already erect penis. Her plump, round buttocks were raised in front of my face, her vagina, as beautiful, mature, and alluring as a blooming flower, and her small, beautiful anus, like a chrysanthemum bud, were right before my eyes. I held my mother's plump, white, smooth, and round buttocks, tilting my head back to kiss and lick her vaginal opening, licking her labia, clitoris, buttocks, and anus. My mother twisted her body, swaying her buttocks, and waves of vaginal fluid flowed from her vagina. I don't know how much time passed, but I rolled over and pinned my mother beneath me. She spread her long, shapely legs into an "M" shape, and with her thumb, index, and middle fingers, she held my hard penis and aimed it at her wet vaginal opening. I slowly pressed down, and my penis gradually slid into her slippery vagina.
As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder; my mother and I hadn't seen each other for almost three months
. "Mom, Auntie said you had surgery, is that true?" I asked, gently thrusting my penis in and out.
"You little pervert, it's all because of you! I never thought I'd get pregnant so easily..." *** blushed and squeezed her legs together tightly: "You almost made Mom lose face!" "
Mom, what's wrong?" "
You little rascal, you still ask? It's all your fault." Mom scolded me gently, her face flushed with shyness
. Seeing my still puzzled expression, she said bashfully, "Silly child, you've gotten Mom pregnant." She closed her beautiful eyes shyly as she spoke.
I was shocked. So, just a few times and I had gotten Mom pregnant. My mom and I never used condoms when we had sex, because we both felt that it created a barrier between us.
After a while, Mom opened her eyes, saw my surprised expression, and said softly, "I never expected a little kid like you to have such abilities. It really startled me. Thank goodness for your aunt. Luckily, it was handled in time, otherwise, otherwise..." Mom said shyly, "Otherwise, what would we do after the baby is born? Should it call you brother or father?"
As I thrust my penis in and out, I thought to myself, "So the seed I planted in your belly did sprout, and almost bore fruit."
Mom continued, humming and hawing,
"Your father isn't home. If word gets out that *** is pregnant, it'll be the talk of the town. Everyone'll know I've been unfaithful, and I'll be too ashamed to face anyone. But no one would ever imagine that the one who got me pregnant was my own son. Sometimes I wonder how your sperm and ***'s egg could combine so easily? We've been doing it all these years since you were born, even before your father went abroad, but it never worked."
I was captivated. I hoisted ***'s fair, long, and shapely legs onto my shoulders and thrust my penis in and out forcefully, using the "old man pushing a cart" technique. My body slammed against ***'s, my penis pumping in and out of her vagina. The vaginal fluids flowing from *** made our genitals sticky, and with each thrust, a "plop plop" sound came from ***'s vagina.
Beneath me, my mother moaned wantonly, her bones and muscles limp from my thrusts. Her beautiful face was flushed, her eyes glazed, she was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and her fair body glowed with a rosy hue. Her firm, round breasts trembled rhythmically with each powerful thrust of my penis, like a pair of white doves in flight. Her vagina gripped my penis tightly, her labia like a small mouth, stroking my hard penis. The head of my penis touched the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh deep inside her vagina with each thrust. With each touch, my mother let out a pleasurable moan, her whole body trembled, and her vaginal walls and labia contracted powerfully.
"Ah...ah...good boy, dear baby...ah...ah...baby, you're fucking Mommy so good...ah...ah...my beautiful cunt is about to be fucked to the point of bursting by my good son's big cock...ah...ah...good baby...ah...ah...child...ah...ah...Mommy is being fucked so good by you...ah...ah..."
Beads of sweat dripped from my forehead onto my aunt's chest. My mother opened her legs, hugged me to her chest, wrapped her legs around my waist, pressed my chest tightly against her full breasts, her perky, round breasts pressed against my chest, her rosy, sweet little mouth kissed my mouth, her tongue slipped into my mouth, intertwining with mine. Below, my penis was inserted into my aunt's vagina; above, my aunt's tongue was in my mouth. My mother and I were truly inseparable, each other in the other. The taboo of incest spurred me and my mother; the age difference also added to the allure of our sex life. My mother's mature, alluring vagina, that of a middle-aged beauty, was filled to the brim by the hard, thick, long, and large, childlike penis of a sixteen-year-old boy just entering adolescence. Some say that women between the ages of thirty and forty-five are the most attractive. Many years later, when I was over thirty and my mother was around fifty, my middle-aged mother still retained her former charm. Her skin was still fair, smooth, and elastic; her vagina was still tight and slippery. She was still as gentle as water beneath me and in my arms. When my penis was inside her, she was still incredibly aroused, full of energy, and her seductive moans were still intoxicating. But that's a story for another time, to be told in more detail later.
My mother held me in her arms, my penis inserted into her narrow, tight vagina with its folds, my hips trembling, the penis buried inside her vagina grinding against the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina. My mother moaned and groaned as I rubbed her, her plump buttocks thrusting forward to meet the thrusts of my hard penis. As the saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." My mother and I hadn't seen each other for almost three months, and today's reunion was an opportunity to make up for those three months of separation.
After a while, my mother and I got out of bed, and my hard penis slid out of her vagina. My mother lay face down on the bed, her plump buttocks raised, revealing her mature and beautiful vulva. Her labia majora were engorged and parted, her labia minora were a deep pink, her clitoris was erect, and her dark purple, chrysanthemum-bud-like anus, wet and glistening, was particularly alluring against the backdrop of her white, plump buttocks.
"Good boy, come here," Mom said in a sweet voice, one hand on the bed, the other touching her wet vulva. "Put your big cock into my pussy from behind."
I held Mom's snow-white, plump, smooth, and round buttocks with my hand, my hard penis touching her vulva, eliciting bursts of giggles from her. Aunt twisted her body, swaying her plump hips, one hand holding my penis, rubbing the glans against her erect, small, budding clitoris, while she let out seductive moans:i=25>\"Oh...good baby...your big cock is so...oh...quickly put baby's big cock in...harder...oh...push harder...baby's big cock is fucking mommy so hard she's almost dizzy...oh..."

I lay on top of her, inserting my hard penis into her vagina from behind. This position was like dog mating; I was on top of her, supporting her white, smooth, and plump buttocks, my body thrusting against her full, round bottom as my penis pumped in and out of her tight, slippery vagina. With each thrust, the head of my hard, thick, long, and large penis struck the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh deep inside her vagina. Her labia minora, like vibrant flower petals, fluttered with each thrust. My arms encircled her supple waist, one hand caressing her already erect, small, bud-like clitoris, my fingers lightly massaging it with the vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina. Her hand also touched my scrotum, gently kneading it with her fingers. She writhed, swaying her ample hips, moaning ecstatically:
"Oh…my cunt feels so good being fucked by my son's big cock…oh…my darling…it feels so good to be fucked by his big cock…oh…oh…harder…oh…oh…oh…oh…oh…"
My mother and I changed positions constantly, the entire building becoming our battlefield of lovemaking—on the bed, the floor, the sofa, the stairs. My mother and I fully unleashed our imaginations. Who could imagine that after such a long separation, my mother and I would go at it for hours? Finally, when we both reached orgasm, amidst our cries, a powerful stream of semen gushed from my penis, forcefully spraying deep into my mother's vagina, the ejaculation lasting several minutes.
Exhausted, we lay on the large double bed, embracing each other. My still-erect penis, fresh from ejaculation, remained inside my mother's vagina, feeling the occasional contractions of her vagina. My mother held me in her arms, and we gazed at each other happily. My mother told me about her first time on her wedding night, about her feelings when my father's penis entered her vagina, and about the loneliness and helplessness she felt during the years after he went abroad.
I held my mother and kissed her; my voluptuous, beautiful, and mature mother was the embodiment of beauty in my eyes. Her hand gently held my penis, while my hand wandered and teased her vulva. After a while, my mother got up, turned her back to me, lay on top of me, buried her head between my legs, and kissed and wrapped her lips around my penis again. Her snow-white, plump buttocks were raised in front of my face, and her small mouth held my still limp penis, which had just ejaculated, sucking and licking it, while her hand gently kneaded my scrotum. I held my mother's white, tender, plump buttocks and kissed and licked her vulva, my tongue parting her labia majora and minora, probing into her vagina, licking the inner walls, and thrusting my tongue in and out of her vagina. I wrapped my lips around her small clitoris and sucked on it. My penis became hard from my mother's licking and sucking. She took it entirely into her mouth, and I felt the glans touching her throat. Her small, rosy lips enveloped my hard penis. I held my mother's snow-white, smooth, and plump buttocks, my tongue thrusting and swirling inside her vagina. My nose touched her small, beautiful, pale purple anus, like a chrysanthemum bud. Her vaginal fluids flowed, dripping into my mouth and onto my face. My tongue licked her perineum and her buttocks. My mother wiggled her buttocks, giggling. Her buttocks were wet from my licking. Later, I used my tongue to lick her small, beautiful, dark red anus. Her small, beautiful, pale purple anus, like a chrysanthemum bud, was so captivating and beautiful. My mother giggled as I kissed and licked her, letting my tongue lick and kiss her anus, inside and out. Her tight, small anus was very beautiful. My aunt spread her legs wide, and my tongue licked her anus, making it wet with saliva. She moaned and cried out. I used my tongue to try to penetrate her anus. At this time, my mother used her mouth to stroke my penis, licking the glans with her tongue, and sometimes she would take my scrotum into her mouth and suck on it.
"You little rascal, your *** anus is so itchy from your licking, ah, good boy, ah."
Later, my mother and I remembered seeing anal sex on TV and wanted to try it. So, my mother knelt on the bed, raised her plump buttocks high, spread her legs wide, revealing her anus, which was wet from my kisses and licks. Against the backdrop of her snow-white, smooth, plump buttocks, her pale purple anus looked exceptionally beautiful and charming. I couldn't resist lying down on her plump, fleshy buttocks again, kissing and licking her delicate anus. My mother giggled, saying,
"My good boy, your licking makes my heart tremble."
Her anus was virgin territory, never before explored. My tongue tried to penetrate it, but couldn't, leaving her anus wet. My mother was so weak from my licking that she gasped for breath, her upper body collapsing onto the bed, moaning and groaning lasciviously. After a while, I knelt behind her, one hand supporting her round, plump buttocks, the other supporting my hard, erect penis. I aimed the head of my penis at her delicate, beautiful anus, like a chrysanthemum bud, and slowly lowered it. Her anus was covered in my saliva, acting as lubricant. Although her anus was tight, my penis entered her narrow, tight anus without much effort. When my enormous glans entered her anus, my mother cried out:
"Ah...ah...good boy...ah...ah...Mommy has never...ah...ah...been fucked in the anus before...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...gently...gently...ah...ah..."
It was also my first time being fucked in the anus, and I slowly moved my enormous glans in and out of her anus, saying:
"Mom, this is my first time anal sex too, I'll get it in a bit, Mom, my darling wife, soon my big cock will be all the way in."
My glans was thrusting in and out of her anus. Gradually, her anus became slippery, and my penis slowly slid in, until it was completely inside. Mom spread her buttocks wide, her anal sphincter tightly gripping my thick penis. I lay on top of her, my arms wrapped around her waist, one hand touching her vagina, two fingers inserted into her vagina, thrusting in and out. My fingers felt my hard penis thrusting in and out of Mom's anus. Mom moaned and twisted her body. I slowly thrust my penis in and out, my thick, hard penis pumping in and out of her anus. Mom cried out,
"Ah...ah...*** anus...ah...ah...being fucked...ah...ah...too...ah...too good...ah...ah...my dear husband...ah...ah..."
The anus is different from the vagina; the sphincter muscles gripped my penis tightly. Mom swayed her plump hips, letting me thrust my thick, hard penis in and out of her anus. My body slammed against her fat, white, soft, round buttocks, making a slapping sound. *** One hand touched my scrotum, moaning happily. My penis thrust in and out of ***'s anus, her anal sphincter muscles tightly gripping my penis. My thick, hard penis thrust forward and in and out of her anus; Mom twisted her hips, arching her back, and inserted her fingers into her vagina, feeling my hard penis thrusting in and out of her anus through the fleshy walls. Mom and I moaned lewdly and obscenely, calling each other all sorts of things like darling, brother, sister, husband, wife, mother, and son. In her anus, my penis was being stroked by the sphincter muscles of her anus, and her fingers were touching it through the fleshy walls of her vagina. In her anus, my penis thrust in and out for a long time, and amidst Mom's lewd moans, I forcefully ejaculated into her anus.
Mom lay on the bed, and I lay on top of her. I don't know how much time had passed, but my penis had gone soft, but her anus was so tight that my penis was still inside her. I climbed off her, and my penis was pulled out of her anus. Mom and I hugged each other and kissed.
After a while, we went to the bathroom together, embracing each other. Sitting in the large bathtub, I held my mother in my arms, and she sat on my lap. Her full, soft buttocks pressed tightly against my penis. I kissed her firm, round breasts, sucking on her ripe, grape-like nipples, my hands roaming and teasing between her thighs. My mother giggled and swayed her body, letting me caress her.i=17> "Wuji, have you missed your mother these past few months?"

"Mom, what do you think? I want to come back to you as soon as possible every day."
"You little rascal, always trying to sweet-talk me." "
No, Mom, with such a beautiful, sexy, alluring, and sweet mom waiting for me, how could I not want to?"
*** blushed slightly, smiled sweetly, and said shyly,
"Then, what are you thinking about?"
"I want Mom's voluptuous figure, her fair skin, her rounded thighs, her perky breasts, and her alluring pussy. What I want most is to hug my darling mom and fuck her."
Mom pressed her blushing face against mine, giggling,
"You little pervert, is all you think about is fucking Mom? Confess, when you went to your aunt's house, did you fuck her too?"
I was startled and looked at Mom. Seeing my frightened expression, Mom kissed me and said, "My darling son, you're such a womanizer! Your aunt and I must have owed you something in our past lives, because you've seduced us both."
Mom asked me shyly, "My dear son, tell me, between Mom and your aunt, who do you like more?"
I hugged Mom tightly, my hands mischievously kneading her plump, soft buttocks, and said with a grin,
"Of course I like Mom! My darling Mom is beautiful, wanton, sexy, and sweet. I wish I could hold Mom in my arms every day and fuck her every day."
Mom blushed, buried her face in my chest, and giggled, saying,
"You little rascal, all you do is sweet talk. Your aunt looks younger than Mom, so when you're with your aunt, do you forget about Mom?"
"How could that be?" I kissed my mother, speaking softly, "I just love you so much, Mom, that I couldn't control myself and raped Auntie. Mom, you and Auntie look so alike. When I was fucking Auntie's cunt, I thought I was fucking a cunt." "
My dear son, Mom didn't mean to blame you. I was saying that your auntie is beautiful, voluptuous, and alluring, exactly the kind of mature woman you like. Plus, you're handsome and charming, so I knew Auntie would become your lover."
My penis hardened again. I hugged my mother, kissing her beautiful face, and asked,
"Mom, did you miss me? You've forgotten me these past few months, haven't you?"
"You little ingrate," Mom playfully slapped her lightly with her small hand. "I think about you every day, hoping you'll come back and fuck me. Wuji, every time you're on top of me and fuck me, I feel a forbidden incestuous pleasure. Every time you fuck me until I'm in ecstasy. Every time I feel like you're on top of me, with your penis inside me, my vagina is made just for you, and your penis fits perfectly inside."
I held her naked body in my arms, my hard penis pressing against her plump, soft buttocks.
After a while, we emerged from the bathtub, completely entranced, and hugged each other tightly. I kissed Mom, and her small, delicate tongue, like a clove, swirled in my mouth. My erect, hard penis rested on her soft, flat abdomen. My mother lifted one leg and wrapped it around my waist, positioning her smooth, beautiful vaginal opening directly against my erect, hard penis. I held her plump, full buttocks and thrust forward, her body following suit. With a soft "plop," and a delicate cry, my penis entered my mother's beautiful, mature, and alluring vagina. My mother tightly embraced my shoulders, thrusting her body forward forcefully. I held her full waist with one hand and her soft, smooth, plump buttocks with the other, my penis thrusting forcefully in and out of her vagina. The tight, wrinkled walls of her vagina gripped my penis, her labia minora tightly enveloping it. Our tongues collided and intertwined. I hugged my mother tightly, and she wrapped her full arms around my neck, her shapely legs around my waist, her vagina tightly enveloping my penis, her long black hair fluttering behind her head with each thrust. Her face was flushed, and she was panting heavily, saying intermittently,
"Oh... my little husband, my darling, I love you, your big cock fucking my little cunt... oh..."
I hugged her plump buttocks, her long legs tightly wrapped around my waist, my penis deeply inserted into her vagina, her vaginal opening tightly gripping my penis. I held my mother in my arms, my penis inside her vagina, and walked out of the bathroom into the living room. I placed her on the sofa, stood beside it, put her legs on my shoulders, and pressed my body against hers, my penis deeply inserted into her vagina, swaying my hips, my penis grinding inside her vagina, the glans touching the soft, warm flesh at the end of her vagina. My aunt was dazed by my fucking, her face flushed, panting heavily, moaning intermittently.
My high school life was spent on my mother's beautiful, voluptuous, mature, and wanton body. After school, whenever I got home, if my mother was home, no matter what she was doing, I would hug her and be affectionate with her. Whenever my mother was home alone, every evening, just before I got out of school, she would strip naked, prepare a bath, and wait for me in the living room. When I walked in, the first thing I saw was my mother's snow-white, smooth, and voluptuous naked body. At that moment, I would pounce on her and hug her tightly, my hands caressing every part of her body, my mouth kissing and licking any part of her skin. My mother would giggle coquettishly, pushing and rubbing against me, until she had completely removed her clothes. By then, her vagina was already flowing with slippery, lustful fluid, her vaginal opening was already wet, and my penis had been played with by my mother until it was hard and thick. Sometimes, I would pin my mother down, thrusting my penis deep into her vagina, pumping wildly without restraint, until she was in ecstasy, her hair disheveled, panting heavily, her eyes glazed, her face flushed, moaning, drenched in sweat, overflowing with vaginal fluid, her whole body feeling incredibly comfortable. Other times, my mother would straddle me, her vagina tightly gripping my penis, her plump buttocks heaving, the folds of her vaginal walls tightly stroking my penis. At these times, Mom would sway her slender waist, her breasts shaking wildly, emitting intoxicating, passionate, and unrestrained moans:
"Ah...ah...Wuji...baby...ah, my good son...my lover...you little rascal...ah...Mommy will make you feel completely comfortable...ah...ah..."
With the swaying of her body, Mom's full, firm, and round breasts bounced up and down, making me dizzy and mesmerized. I couldn't help but reach out and grasp her breasts, kneading and rubbing them to my heart's content, making her already full breasts appear even firmer and her nipples even more vibrant. Mom would then thrust faster and faster, her vagina often involuntarily contracting, tightly enveloping my thick, hard penis. Until she ejaculated into her vagina again and again.
Then, I would hold Mom in my arms, and we would go to the bathroom together to shower and play. I spent three years of high school on Mom's beautiful, mature, and voluptuous body. For the past three years, I've spent every day with my mother. She remains as young, beautiful, and charming as ever. Everyone says that only a woman who fully enjoys sex can be so radiant and hydrated. I've discovered that *** has an exceptionally strong sex drive. Even when she's exhausted and unable to move from the bed, her vagina remains wet, as if that wellspring will never run dry!
Later, when I was seventeen, my father returned to China for a work report. He stayed at home for over a month, and during that time, my mother and I resumed our normal mother-son relationship, with my mother giving way to my father. That day, my mother and I saw my father off at the airport. After returning home, we couldn't wait to embrace and devour each other. I pinned my mother down, my penis inside her vagina, thrusting in and out, asking her who was doing it between my father and me. My mother, embarrassed, kept pinching my buttocks. Her mature vagina, which had been tightly gripping and stroking my penis for days due to my father's almost daily penetration, made us ecstatic that day. My penis was almost never withdrawn from her vagina, filling it completely with semen.
Ever since my mother's pregnancy, I had been afraid she would become pregnant with my child again, so I always reminded her to take her medication before bed. But on this day, my mother had just been freed from my father's body, and our long-suppressed sexual desire made us forget everything.
A month later, on my mother's large double bed, as I ejaculated into her womb, my still thick, hard penis remaining inside her slippery, wet vagina, her naked body nestled in my arms, her beautiful face flushed, she said shyly,
"My dear son, Mommy's pregnant again."
I was both surprised and delighted, holding my mother tightly in my arms, staring intently at her, my eyes full of questions.
My mother seemed to understand my gaze, her delicate little hand forming a small fist and gently pounding my chest, saying,
"Silly boy, what are you staring at? It's your seed. It's all because of you, you little rascal, that I got pregnant again." Saying this, she buried her face in my chest, her face flushed with shyness.
Ah, I had impregnated my dear mother again; my seed was in her womb, my sperm and her egg had united once more.
"Oh! Mom, it's amazing! I'm going to be a dad!"
Mom pinched my bottom with her delicate hands, saying shyly, "Look at you, so happy! Mom got pregnant by her son, Mom is carrying her son's child, how am I going to explain this to your father?"
"Mom, you must give birth to this child this time, it's the crystallization of our love." I hugged Mom, one hand touching her lower abdomen.
"Mom has always wanted to have a child for you, and now I finally have the chance, but, but I'm worried about our child's health." Mom gently pressed her face against my chest like a bride, murmuring.
I sat up, lay on her belly, and pressed my ear against her soft, smooth skin, wanting to hear the baby's heartbeat.
Mom patted my head and laughed, "Silly child, it's still early! You won't hear it until four months later!"
My face rubbed against Mom's smooth, soft belly, gently listening to another world. Seventeen years ago, I was conceived in her belly; seventeen years later, my sperm and her egg combined, and a new life was growing in her belly.
"Baby, when I was pregnant with you, you were so restless, always moving around in my belly. I never imagined you'd be so naughty," Mom gently stroked my hair, speaking softly and shyly,
"In the blink of an eye, I'm pregnant with your child again."
I sat up and looked at Mom. She was embarrassed by my gaze and gently slapped me, saying coquettishly,
"You little rascal, what are you looking at? You're making me feel so awkward." She closed her beautiful eyes slightly.
I lay on top of her and gently kissed Mom. She hugged me and kissed me sweetly.
Suddenly, Mom opened her beautiful eyes, a charming smile playing on her lips. Her smile was so complex, a mixture of cunning, wantonness, shyness, and happiness:
"Baby, tell me, what should the baby call you after he's born? Dad or brother?"
"Dad, of course!" My gradually hardening penis touched the entrance of her vagina, which was slippery.
"You're so happy. If he calls you Dad, what should he call me?" Mom's delicate hands pinched my buttocks, her legs spread, letting my large, round glans grind against her vaginal opening: "You and this child are both Mom's children, so he should call you brother."

But Mom got pregnant from my penetration; she was carrying my child, so he should call me Dad. I wrapped my arms around my mother's plump buttocks, thrusting my hips forward. My thick, hard penis slid into her slippery, moist vagina with a "whoosh," the large, round glans touching the warm, soft, almost imperceptible flesh at the end.
"Oh, you little rascal," my mother cried out wantonly, her plump thighs wrapping around my waist, her round, white arms tightly embracing my back. Her slippery, wrinkled vagina gripped and stroked my hard, thick penis:
"My good son, my dear brother, my precious darling." "Mom, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, writhed her body, enjoying the physical and mental pleasure brought to her by her son's hard, thick penis, moaning lasciviously. Mom and I were once again immersed in the blissful, intoxicating pleasure of our forbidden incestuous relationship.
Nine months later, Mom gave birth to a girl, very healthy and very beautiful, like Mom, with a hint of my features in her brows. It was obvious she was my daughter with ***, but I looked very much like Dad. Everyone who saw her said the child was just like her 'brother,' both so beautiful.
Mom called Dad and told him that he had inadvertently gotten Mom pregnant while he was back in China, and that she had given birth to a daughter. Dad was naturally very happy when he found out.
I finally became *** at the age of eighteen. What did I become?
Six months later, after *** had fully recovered (for ***'s health, Mom and I had abstained from sexual intercourse for six months after Mom gave birth to our daughter), that night, I came home from school, and Mom was waiting for me in front of the living room door downstairs. Mom had been prepared for this." Now, my mother, with her voluptuous figure, looked even more sexy and alluring after giving birth. A sheer dress lightly draped her delicate figure, her dark red nipples faintly visible, and the dark forest between her rounded thighs was like a mysterious valley, captivating and enchanting.
My mother and I embraced and kissed tightly. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on her cherry lips. Our tongues mingled in my mouth, and my hands roamed restlessly over her body, teasing her... My mother, dressed in a gauze skirt, kneaded and squeezed her soft, plump buttocks, my erect penis hardening beneath her lower abdomen. Her body writhed in my arms, her breathing quickening, a series of soft, plaintive cries drifting in like a gentle breeze. A flush rose on her fair face, her half-closed eyes becoming hazy, her breasts hardening against my chest. My hand moved towards her vaginal opening, already overflowing with vaginal fluid.
"Mom, are you in a hurry?" I kissed her, gently probing her vagina with my fingers, stirring lightly. "Look, your cunt is all wet."
"Hmph, you little rascal," she said shyly, slapping me lightly, burying her face in my chest, hugging me tightly. "It's all your fault, always bullying your mother." I tackled my
mother to the floor, pressing down on her limp body and kissing her. I gently removed her white, semi-transparent gauze dress, revealing her fair, smooth, and soft naked body. My mother closed her beautiful eyes slightly, her delicate nostrils twitching gently, her cherry lips slightly parted, and her full breasts rising and falling gently. Her two round, fair thighs were slightly parted, and thick, dark pubic hair concealed the murmuring valley. Her labia minora were as vibrant as blooming petals, and the entrance to her vagina, which had given birth to me and then to my daughter—my sister—was wet and as delicate as a flower stamen.
I excitedly embraced my mother's plump, fair, and smooth body, rolling around on the floor! After a few rolls, I pinned her beneath me. My mother gently held me, and I buried my face in her soft breasts, suckling at them. I could feel her body trembling slightly; she seemed to be getting excited too! My hands explored her entire body, sometimes her breasts, sometimes her buttocks. I even reached out to knead her breasts, not wanting to miss a single inch of her skin, vigorously kneading her buttocks and breasts. I lay on top of her, my hard penis touching her vaginal opening. We kissed, my tongue darting into her mouth, mingling with her delicate tongue. Her breathing grew heavier, her plump body began to sway beneath me, my round, large glans grinding against her slippery, wet vaginal opening. While my mother was lost in her tender intimacy, I thrust forward with all my might. With a "whoosh," my thick, hard penis plunged into her slippery, moist vagina. The large, round glans touched the warm, soft, and barely perceptible flesh at the end of her vagina.
Caught off guard, my mother was taken aback by my sudden entry:
"Oh, you little rascal, are you trying to fuck your mother to death?"
she cried out wantonly, her two round, plump thighs wrapped around my waist, her two round, white arms tightly wrapped around my back. Her moist, slippery vagina, with its slightly wrinkled inner walls, gripped and stroked my hard penis. It had been almost a year since my penis had entered my mother's beautiful, alluring vagina again.
"Mom, you've suffered so much for our daughter, your son has to make you happy." I jiggled my hips, thrusting my penis in and out quickly and forcefully, each time the large, round glans touched the warm, soft, and barely perceptible flesh at the end of her vagina. Mom was panting heavily as I fucked her, moaning repeatedly, twisting her hips to match my thrusts, her vagina contracting rhythmically, the stimulating and ecstatic "plop plop" sounds filling the entire room.
"You little lecher, how could she be our daughter?" Mom opened her beautiful eyes slightly, her gaze sparkling, and said with a hint of shyness, "You are my precious son, and she is my sister's daughter, your little sister."
"No, Mom, this daughter is the one you and I had together. She should call you Mom and me Dad." I lay on top of her, my hard, thick penis deeply inserted into her vagina, the large glans touching the place where it had been nurtured eighteen years ago, the place where my mother and I had incestuous child had been nurtured again half a year ago.
"Nonsense." Mom pinched my bottom with her slender little hand. "We were all born from Mom's belly, we're all your babies. You're Mom's son, not your husband, so how can I call you Dad?"
"Mom, I don't care. You're both my mom and my lover, and that girl is both my sister and my daughter. You're both her mom and her grandma, and I'm both her brother and her dad. Who told her to be my and Mom's child? Besides, besides..."
"Besides what?"
"Besides, she's still the fruit of my love."
"Oh, you little rascal, you're making Mom so embarrassed, saying such awful things," Mom buried her face in my chest and said coquettishly, "It's all because of you, you little rascal, that Mom is like this."
Mom writhed beneath me, her vagina, which had given birth to me and my sister, slippery and wet, tightly gripping and stroking my penis.
"Mom, have we had another son?"
"Hmph, you wish!" *** Her vagina gripped my penis tightly, then she said shyly, "I don't want another naughty boy, whether he's a son or a grandson, bullying me." My mother's beautiful, charming face lit up with a blissful smile, as if she were in paradise. Her curvaceous, fragrant body, glistening with beads of sweat, lay limply beneath me. Her plump, fleshy buttocks thrust upwards, her smooth, wrinkled vagina tightly gripping and stroking my penis. Deep inside, the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh rhythmically sucked and sucked my large, round glans.
I felt an intense, piercing itch, as if countless tiny creatures were crawling and biting at my glans, and waves of indescribable, soul-stirring pleasure swept through my entire body, penetrating to the very marrow. My penis contracted sharply, and the semen that had been stored up for so long gushed out, forcefully injecting into my mother's vagina. My mother was overwhelmed by my semen and cried out ecstatically, holding me tightly to her body.
After the passion subsided, I lay on my mother's soft, smooth, and voluptuous body, gently kissing her earlobe, and said, "Mom, I know."
My mother's eyes still held a hint of spring, her pretty, delicate face flushed, and her alluring eyes, half-opened, looked at me with a charmingly coquettish expression, saying, "What do you know?"
I reached under my mother's body, placing my hand under her soft buttocks, and said, "I know when Mom reaches orgasm."
My mother smiled shyly, "How did you know?"
I kneaded my mother's buttocks and said, "When Mom reaches orgasm, her buttocks rise high and she hugs me tightly, and then a warm liquid gushes out from deep within her vagina..."
My mother's heart skipped a beat, and a blush welled up within her. Her bright, radiant cheeks flushed crimson, and she said shyly, "You naughty son, you're so embarrassing." My mother's blushing, captivating beauty, like a drunken hibiscus, was my favorite sight.
"Did you ask me to say it yourself?" I continued with a deliberate smile, "The most obvious thing is that when Mommy orgasms, her vagina gets very tight, squeezing me..."
Her face flushed a beautiful, sunset-like blush, her delicate hands pinching my buttocks, and she said coquettishly, unable to contain her shyness, "You little rascal, you still dare to say that? Let's see how Mommy punishes you." With that, Mommy kissed my mouth with her warm, soft red lips, her wet, sweet tongue silencing my words. I was happy to accept this punishment, and I greedily sucked on her wet, fragrant tongue.
In an instant, the room was filled with the allure of spring, the sounds of their voices filling the air.
Mommy did her best to express the wild, seductive instincts of a mature woman, her naked body beneath me gently swaying, her beautiful eyes slightly open, a blush rising on her fair cheeks. Her hazy eyes, like autumn water, shimmered with longing, and her soft breaths seemed to tell me her needs.
"Mom, I know what you want," I whispered, kissing her earlobe.
"What?" Mom opened her eyes slightly, letting me caress her.
"Mom wants her son to kiss your beautiful
, wet cunt." "Oh, you little rascal!" Mom cried shyly, pulling me off her and giggling as she ran upstairs.
I sprang to my feet and chased after her. She giggled and dodged, finally being pulled into my arms on the stairs. She lay prone, her plump, white buttocks right in front of me, her legs slightly parted, her vagina, which I had just penetrated, wet and sticky, overflowing with milky white semen. I cupped my mother's plump, smooth buttocks, kissing and licking along her cleft. The vaginal fluids flowing from her vagina mingled with my semen, making a mess of her vulva. When I kissed and licked her wet anus, she giggled and panted, saying,
"My darling son, you're always teasing your mother. That's too dirty. Let me go wash it."
"Ah, Mom, I want to wash with you."
"Who's going to wash with you? You're always teasing your mother." My mother freed herself from me, laughing and swaying as she ran upstairs.
I ran into the bathroom and hugged my mother from behind. My penis was against her soft buttocks. My mother turned her head like a girl experiencing her first love. I kissed her rosy lips, my tongue entering her mouth, our tongues intertwining. After a while, our lips parted.
My mother and I embraced and entered the large bathtub.
I held my mother in my arms, her naked body nestled against me. She gently caressed her body with warm water, her small hands gently stroking and washing my penis. Under her caresses, my penis gradually hardened. My mother laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to do something naughty again."
My hands continued to roam over her body, gently washing her vulva with warm water. Hearing her words, I used the buoyancy of the water to lift her up, straddling her and opening my mouth to take her vulva completely into my mouth, kissing her passionately. My tongue licked the entrance of my mother's beautiful, flower-like vagina, parting her labia and probing inside. The tender vaginal walls immediately contracted and tightened around my tongue. My tongue stubbornly broke through the contraction, occasionally probing deeper into her vagina, licking and scraping the smooth, wrinkled inner walls. Her vaginal fluids gushed forth from deep within her.
"Mom, how's my oral skills? Does it feel good?"
"...Ah..." As my tongue teased her erect clitoris, she let out a seductive moan, expressing the turmoil within her. She writhed, letting out increasingly pleasurable moans. Her legs wrapped around my neck, thrusting her plump buttocks upwards so I could more thoroughly kiss and suckle her vaginal opening and inner walls.
Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer. She pulled me up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her rosy, fragrant lips tightly against mine. We kissed passionately.
After a long while, I finally separated from Mom. She giggled seductively and said,
"Pah, your naughty son's mouth is so stinky. I'll never kiss you again."
I pulled Mom onto my lap, one hand touching her vaginal opening, which was dripping with lust from my kisses, and said,
"Mom, where does the stinky smell on my mouth come from? Tell me, Mom, tell me!"
Mom pounded my chest with her small fists:
"You little rascal, you naughty son, you only know how to bully Mom. Mom's not coming anymore."
I hugged her body tightly, and Mom straddled my legs. My hard penis touched her vaginal opening. Mom twisted her body, wanting me to insert my penis into her already overflowing vagina. I deliberately teased Mom, letting the head of my penis rub against her vaginal opening without inserting it.
"Mom, tell me, where did that fishy smell on my mouth come from?"
"It's...it's..." Mom buried her face in my chest shyly, whimpering, "It's from when you kissed my pussy."
Looking at Mom's shy and alluring appearance, I felt a burning desire. Using the buoyancy of the water, I let her lean against the edge of the bathtub. Mom leaned back, gripping the tub tightly, her legs stretched straight and raised high towards the ceiling, displaying her alluring vaginal opening before me. My hard penis aimed at Mom's slippery vagina, the large, round glans squeezing into her vaginal opening. Mom was already burning with desire, and with the buoyancy of the water, she thrust upwards, my penis fully penetrating her vagina. I was excited by her wantonness and initiative, thrusting my penis forcefully. Her vagina tightly gripped and stroked my penis, her buttocks splashing with each thrust. The bottom of the tub was slippery, unable to support my weight. I gripped the edge of the bathtub with both hands, most of my body pressed against her delicate form, the steam filling the air with ecstatic moans.
"...Ah...Wuji, hold Mom tight...hold tight...harder, ah...ah...son...it's too much...thrust harder...harder...don't stop...oh..." Mom cried out wantonly, it was hard to imagine that a woman who had given birth to two children could be so sexually aroused. The root cause was that it was her own son who had driven her to ecstasy and intoxication. Perhaps my semen had nourished Mom; under her son's caresses, she seemed younger, her mature woman's sexual desires completely ignited by the pleasure of incest. Whenever I had sex with Mom, I called her "Mom," and she liked hearing me call her that. Once Mom became obsessed with making love with her son, she no longer hid her pleasure, so every time she reached orgasm, she would scream loudly. Anyway, each house was a separate unit, so no one could hear her screaming.
The pent-up sexual desire of many years, once awakened, is terrifying; lately, I've been somewhat at a loss. "...Mmm...so beautiful, Mommy loves you...ah...don't be afraid, Mommy doesn't hurt..." A woman of my mother's age, even without years of penile friction, can't possibly have a vaginal wall as sensitive as a young girl. That's why mature women and young girls behave completely differently in bed.
A young girl's vagina is tender and sensitive; she doesn't need much force to feel anything. An experienced mature woman, to achieve pleasure, will try to arouse a man's desire, often shouting things like "...use..." to encourage him to go harder. I think this is why many people enjoy having sex with mature women, especially why sons are willing to commit incest with their mothers.
The bathroom was soaked by two writhing bodies; the mother's originally snow-white body, now a vessel for releasing heat, gradually turned rosy. Her wanton moans led me to the peak of sexual pleasure. Satisfied, my mother slowly slid her taut, jade-like legs off my shoulders, embracing my nearly exhausted body as we curled up in the bathtub. She whispered sweet nothings to me in a soft, tender voice…

My mother had been a mother of two, yet her appearance remained so young and beautiful, her skin delicate, her figure graceful, and her demeanor always elegant, refined, and dignified. The mature feminine charm she exuded was captivating and intoxicating. What pleased me even more was that her libido, like that of all mature middle-aged women, was vigorous. In bed, she was sensitive, passionate, and wanton. A little teasing was enough to send her into a trance, her body supple and limp. She was truly alluring, captivating, and holding her in my arms was exhilarating; I never wanted to let go. She was utterly captivating.
I imagine that her captivating, intoxicating shyness in bed, her enchanting moans, her hazy, dreamy eyes, and her wanton, fiery movements must be unparalleled in the world.

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