Mother's Poem on Watching the Olympics, Loving Mom

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In the early morning of July 28, 2012, I had just landed on a flight from Singapore to Shanghai when I heard a silly girl next to me shouting in Shanghainese, "Hurry up and go home to watch the Olympic opening ceremony!" Her voice was so sweet and cheesy it made my hair stand on end. I glanced at this little slut, wearing a short skirt, with short hair and long legs. "Damn, you've been sitting for over five hours and still have so much energy? Did you take some aphrodisiacs?" I cursed inwardly. I hadn't seen this slut on the plane before, so she must be sitting in first class, because I usually take a good look at all the pretty girls on the plane. As my gaze followed this little slut into the crowd, a ringing bell pulled me back to reality. (The phone rings) "Hello, baby, where are you? Mommy can't find you..." "Ying'er, I miss you so much, I've been thinking about you ever since I got off the plane..." "You little rascal, stop being so cheeky, come here, I'm waiting for you by the pillar in the D aisle..." Dragging my suitcase, I squeezed into the crowded throng, wondering what my Ying'er (my nickname for my mother, whose full name is "Cheng Ying," which she accepted) looked like. She has never liked crowds or queues, which is one of the things I love about her. Who knows how many lecherous men like you readers might secretly sneak past her in the crowd, because her beauty is enough to make every man who passes by unable to resist.
Lost in thought, my mother was already in front of me. A warm hug, along with the fragrance emanating from her thin dress, melted me away. At that moment, all my glibness vanished; like a well-behaved child, I was immersed in my mother's body and scent. There were no more words. With red-rimmed eyes meeting her joyful gaze, we were both overwhelmed with the happiness of our reunion. My mother's eyebrows relaxed, her eyes shone, and her face was rosy… In the crowded sea of people, I could barely contain myself.
“Alright, you little rascal, you're sixteen now. You can't be carried around like a child, can you?”
“Ying’er, let's go home. I missed you.” “Okay, good girl, we'll go now. Mom's been waiting for you for a while.”
Arriving at the underground parking lot, I followed behind my mother, watching her swaying, full, round hips, and felt an urge to take advantage of her right there.
But knowing there were cameras everywhere in the garage, I took a step forward, wrapped my little hands around her slender waist, and we arrived at the familiar Audi SUV. As my mother opened the trunk to help me with my luggage, I couldn't resist hugging her from behind. She could probably feel my penis filling her cleft.
"Hey, you little rascal, get in the car and let's go home!" It was two in the morning, and the road was clear all the way. Through the car window, of course, I was looking at the left side, because I couldn't miss her beauty even while my mother was driving. The city's night view was exceptionally charming, but it could only serve as a backdrop to her beauty. What was truly captivating were her clear cheeks, firm breasts, and of course, her full hips.
Half a year of longing, now we meet again. Mom is thirty-six, her son has returned from abroad… (Some of you might ask why I didn't do it with my mom in the car? You guys are so mean, you always think of what I'm going to say, but today I won't talk about the car, my mom, or my story. Today I'll only talk about the story of doing it with my mom while watching the Olympics. I'll release a new album in the future to tell you more about my car sex with my mom. Haha. Please continue reading!) "Baby, the Olympics are opening tonight. If you're not tired, watch it with Mom." "Hmm, Ying'er, I'm not tired, I slept enough on the plane. I'll keep you company. You watch the Olympics, I'll watch you… Hehe." "You little devil (my nickname, the same as Wei Xiaobao, destined for a life of debauchery)…" I took the opportunity to lean in and kiss my mom. A blush of happiness spread across her face…
Back home, everything was ready. A table full of dishes, but I barely ate any. At this moment, my hunger wasn't in my stomach but in my soul. A table full of snacks, it seems Mom is ready to battle with me all night! You might ask, where's Dad? Novels usually tell you that your father dies, but he didn't. He's alive and well, probably just as happy as I am. He divorced my mother when I was in junior high school.
He works in the high-tech silicon materials industry and is now the vice president of a company. My mother studied art and now teaches at a university. The main reason for the divorce was that they couldn't keep up with each other's ideas. In the end, they separated amicably, with my mother receiving a house, a car, and a considerable sum of money. My father also paid for my tuition to study abroad. In short, he's a very loyal father. Actually, the most precious thing he left me is only one thing: "mother." I won't go into details about our family of three here; I'll write about it another time for my fellow readers to study.
Now, back to the Olympics, haha, my mother had prepared the bathwater and asked me to take a bath. My mother is strange; she never puts rose petals in the bathtub. Guess what she puts in? Chrysanthemums! Hehe, according to my research, it's because she always feels I have too much "heat" in my body and likes to cool me down.
"Ying'er, the chrysanthemum tea isn't enough to cool me down, come help me." "You pervert, soak it yourself first, I'm washing my face." After washing her face, Mom came over and helped me wipe my back and massage my shoulders. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and my hands started to wander. Just then, Mom kissed me and turned away. "Hehe, I knew you'd be restless, you got my clothes wet. Mom's going to watch the Olympics, I'll wait for you." She always managed the tension between us perfectly, keeping things fresh and exciting, while we endured half a year of separation.
Wrapped in a bath towel, I went to the living room.
"Ying'er, aren't you going to take a shower?"
"No, it's starting soon, I'll shower after I'm done." "Mom, do you mean we'll shower together after we're done?" As I spoke, I pulled my mother into my arms, kissing her fragrant face, my hands reaching into her bosom. "Ying'er, I missed you so much..." "Mmm, Mom missed you too, ah, it's been half a year, baby." My mother's hand had already slipped through the bath towel and slid down to my back, her other hand teasing my chest, gradually exploring down to my abdomen, firmly grasping that familiar and beloved penis.
I freed one hand to take half a glass of red wine, poured it into my mouth, and then brought it to my mother's lips, our favorite way to flirt and enhance the mood. At that moment, the opening ceremony of the London Olympics was beginning on TV, the majestic bells ringing. The music started, the fireworks display—it all seemed like a grand opening, and my reunion with my mother officially began. As my hands slid down to her round buttocks, she could no longer contain her excitement and lust, crying out, "Ah, baby, Mommy missed you so much, I love you so much, you love Mommy, you fuck Mommy..."
Did I have a choice? I pressed harder! I squeezed and kneaded her hard, eliciting intoxicating moans—the best response. My fingertips already felt the wetness, and my penis was rock hard! "Ah, baby, you fuck... I..." Our tongues intertwined again, our words indistinct, my penis rubbing against the base of my mother's thighs, following the direction of the fluid, gradually exploring the source of happiness!
"Ah! Oh..." One big, two big, three big! A rhythm like Uncle Benshan! Insertion, still so smooth, still so passionate. How could a few lewd words express that feeling of happiness? Grasping her large breasts, the treasures that nurtured me, inserting into her pink vulva, the place where I was born. No matter where I go and have affairs, home is always my safe haven…
The sofa was now a mess, my mother's lace, panties, and silk bra hanging from her feet. The sounds of a loving mother filling the room made me forget what time it was and where I was. I only knew that I loved my mother, and I wanted to love her well and fuck her well. My rhythm quickened, my mother's breathing became more and more rapid, and her full, elastic body went wild with my baton.
"Ah, ah, ah, little bastard, you're fucking Mommy to death, Mommy loves you to death, ah, ah, baby, I want, I want, I want more, I want more." "Mommy, you little slut, I'm going to fuck you to death, we'll die together, oh, oh," I couldn't take it anymore, I was about to ejaculate… No, I had to satisfy my mother after six months.
I changed positions, so that my mother's head was facing the TV, and she was lying on the table with her buttocks sticking up towards me.
“My dear Ying’er, didn’t you want to watch the Olympics? How about we do it while we watch?” “Okay, Mommy loves you the most, you’re the smartest, you’d better do me.” I shoved my cannon back into her wet pussy, this time I slowed down and turned my attention to the TV, doing it while we watched. Of course, Ying’er’s fat buttocks and moans were still the main theme of the living room.
But to be honest, this opening ceremony was truly awful. It completely dampened my excitement. It was unbearable. A bunch of idiots wearing big hats reminded me of imperialism. Damn it! I suddenly strained, "Ah! It hurts! Baby, be gentle, you're going to fuck your mom to death..." "Ying'er, do you want those black guys on TV to fuck you? It feels so good..." "I hate it, I only let you fuck me... If you're still not satisfied, Mom will let you fuck the Queen of England on TV." "No way! She's so ugly! Mom is the most beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the world! I only fuck my mom, let the Queen of England fuck 007!"
By this time, accompanied by this chaotic opening ceremony, we had been doing it for more than half an hour. My lower body was like a tropical rainforest. Mom continued to enjoy my love without showing any weakness, while my attention turned back to the TV because I really wanted to do it with Mom longer. The first team to appear was from Greece, and it felt like a funeral. They were all dressed in mourning clothes, which actually excited me a bit. It reminded me of Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing, who made love at a funeral, and Wu Zetian, who had an affair at a funeral—these were extraordinary people. My mother and I, on the other hand, just wanted to be ordinary people and stay happy like this forever!
"Bang, bang, bang, ahhh," my mother's lewd moans pulled my thoughts back to the present. My lustful mother was already struggling, her disheveled hair fluttering in the cold air from the air conditioner. We were both drenched in sweat. Most of the things on the table had been pushed onto the carpet, leaving only two naked bodies swaying on the table. My mother cried out again, "Xiaobao, Xiaobao, hurry up, Mommy wants you to do it, Mommy can't take it anymore, Mommy wants to love you to the point of collapse!"
Hearing this, I couldn't control myself anymore. I flipped my mother over, hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, and sprinted forward, determined to reach the bottom, each thrust with the spirit of winning a gold medal! "Ah, baby, ah, baby... hurry hurry hurry hurry..." "Ah, I'm going to die, Mom is going to die..." "Crack, crack, crack, creak, creak," the surrounding tables and sofas all cheered excitedly. The Chinese team finally appeared on TV, Yi Jianlian raised the national flag high. Maybe Mom saw this and felt something too, her body trembled, her lower body clearly contracted, and the sound was several times louder than the TV... How could I hold on any longer? With a 100-meter sprint, my cannon leaped over several hurdles, thrusting dozens of times and shooting thick semen into the bottomless abyss of love...
"Mom, I love you..." "I love you too..." "Mom, we'll be together every day this holiday..." "Yes, we'll watch the Olympics together every day." "And, love Mom... Heh..." "Bad!..."

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