Mom's pencil skirt

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My name is A-Jie, and I'm seventeen years old. My mother is forty and works as a doctor. She maintains a great figure and has a beautiful face, making her very eye-catching on the street. My mother has always been the object of my sexual fantasies. One afternoon, after shopping with my mother, we took the subway home. The train was crowded. I stood looking down at my mother's beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, their soft beauty and perfect shape captivating. Looking up, I saw her alluring pencil skirt, her tight white shirt, her fair neck above the neckline, her beautiful hair, her sensual lips, her large, watery eyes, and her slender eyebrows. My mother possessed a mature beauty, more alluring than a young girl, radiating the charm of a mature woman.

Looking at my mother, I saw her long, shapely legs beneath her skirt, the flesh-colored stockings highlighting her full thighs and exuding the softness of a mature woman. Unable to resist the temptation, I pretended to drop my keys and bent down to peek under her skirt. I could see that my mother's panties were white and semi-transparent, with elegant lace embroidered around the edges. The fabric itself was thin and transparent, and through this thin layer, I could clearly see her pubic hair and the slight bulge of her mons pubis. Seeing my mother's panties clinging tightly to her white lower body, my heart felt like it was going to explode. After I stood up, my mind was filled with thoughts of my mother's genitals.

After a while, I couldn't resist the temptation again and pretended to tie my shoelaces, squatting down to... But then I saw something unbelievable: I saw a hand roaming under my mother's skirt, and my mother's thighs kept shifting positions, as if desperately trying to escape.

Whose hand was that? I wondered to myself. The more I thought about it, the less I could believe what I was seeing: a sleazy-looking teenager was pressed tightly against my mother's back. His left hand had already slipped under her armpit, unbuttoning a button on her shirt and reaching inside from the front. His right hand was caressing between her legs. My mother was holding onto a handrail with one hand and carrying her purse with the

other, so she had no way to resist. And because he was holding her so tightly, she was powerless to escape. No wonder she looked so uncomfortable. As I thought this, I stared intently at his hand. His hand was scratching outside her white lace panties. The area between my mother's legs was already wet. His index finger and thumb were pinching and rubbing her most sensitive area. To avoid the violation, my mother kept her legs tightly closed, afraid that if she relaxed even slightly, his fingers would enter her body. This sight made me hard without realizing it. My mother's legs were very shapely. Although she had given birth to two children, she was still a beautiful woman, retaining her charm. This was the first time I had seen my mother's legs so closely, and my eyes were practically burning with desire. I almost couldn't resist wanting to devour them—this was much better than porn!

Suddenly, the boy's left hand pulled out of my mother's clothes and quickly stuffed something into his pocket. I think it looked like her bra! Sure enough, my mother's firm nipples were visible through the thin shirt. He again reached his left hand into my mother's shirt and played with her nipples, while his right hand gradually slipped into her pantyhose, quickly pulling them down to her knees and her underwear to the side. The old man rubbed my mother's breasts with his left hand, while his right hand was not idle either, reaching down to play with my mother's vulva. My mother was both shocked and ashamed, but dared not cry out. She could only remain in this position, allowing him to ravage her at will. She could not resist, yet she had to force herself to be aroused. My mother's face turned red with suppressed desire.

I stared wide-eyed at my mother's most secret place. As the old man teased and probed, my mother seemed unable to resist any longer; her legs gradually spread wider and wider, trembling slightly. Through the old man's fingers, I saw my mother's two bright red labia sliding back and forth in his hand, the lustful fluid seeping from the cleft soaking his fingers completely.

He pressed his entire palm against my mother's vulva, rubbing it a few times, then wiping the wet lustful fluid onto the thick, shiny black pubic hair below my mother's abdomen. My mother frantically twisted her body, trying to get rid of that hand; to me, it looked as if she was rubbing her vulva against his dirty hand, making my penis hard and bulging in the front of my pants. I watched the man playing with my mother's genitals while my eyes were lewdly eyeing the delicious flesh before me.

My mother tried to suppress her composure, painfully trying to hide the intense desire in her lower body. The hand wasn't idle either; it raised its fingers, ready to shove them into my mother's wet, warm vagina. My mother desperately squeezed her legs together to resist the lewdness, but the man harassing her used his foot to forcefully spread her thighs apart, allowing his fingers to penetrate her warm, moist opening.

I suddenly realized I should be saving my mother, not watching—how could I let this lewd little thing defile my mother! I straightened up, moved closer to the boy harassing my mother, and stomped on his foot hard. He endured the excruciating pain and immediately withdrew his hand, glaring at me angrily. My mother took the opportunity to adjust her pantyhose and shirt. I glared at him back, and he quickly became flustered and got off at the next stop.

Many people boarded at that stop, and I was jostled by the crowd, ending up pressed against my mother from the front. The contact with her soft, full body made my heart race. Because of the crowded conditions, I could only press myself even closer to my mother. She seemed to notice my restless movements and gently swayed her body. Oh no! Her inner thighs were pressed against my manhood. I felt my penis gradually swell and harden. Ah, Mom, so elastic! My slowly hardening penis was pressing against her genitals. Mom instinctively tried to pull away, but the bus was too crowded to avoid it. The friction only stimulated my penis, making it even harder, almost reaching under her skirt.

My penis inside her underwear pressed against her elastic, recently played-with vulva. Ah, Mom, such a soft hole... if only I could touch it! But what if Mom screamed? When Mom was harassed earlier, I just had to be careful. My desire was already burning like fire. With lust rising, I didn't care about anything else and began to gradually press my legs against the inside of Mom's thighs. I slowly, very slowly, exerted my strength, gradually spreading my mother's beautiful legs apart. I was still hesitant, moving so slowly it was almost imperceptible. Due to tension and the effort I was putting in, my legs were trembling slightly. My mother began to sense something was wrong; she realized my legs were spreading hers apart. She tried to move her legs away, but was powerless.

I quietly slipped my hand under her skirt, quickly touching her full thigh. She trembled as if electrocuted, glanced at me in surprise, then lowered her head, trying her best to avoid me, but daring not to cry out. The sensation of her skin through the stockings and my mother's delicate appearance further aroused my animalistic desire. I extended my right leg and thrust it even harder between my mother's legs, rubbing against her mons pubis. Her twisting, evasive body put even more pressure on my right leg, and I felt the intense heat of her mons pubis. The combination of my cold right knee exposed under my athletic shorts and the burning heat of my mother's thigh, along with the friction of the stockings, gave me a strange sensation.

My left hand roamed over her slender waist and pink buttocks, while my right hand boldly reached between her legs, forcefully tearing her pantyhose and reaching her genitals through the hole. Without a second thought, my fingers darted further towards her plump vulva, a surge of lust overwhelming me. I forcefully pressed my middle finger against her opening through her panties.

Caught off guard by this renewed attack, my mother let out a muffled groan. She shifted uncomfortably, gently pulling my hand away, but I wasn't about to give up. I pressed on, pressing myself tightly against her from the front, while my left hand gripped her slender waist, immobilizing her. Then, my right hand launched another attack.

My mother felt my bold hands relentlessly kneading the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Sometimes, my hands would forcefully penetrate, creating immense pressure and my burning body heat, pushing her long, slender legs open further; other times, they would gently glide over the tips of her fine pubic hairs, causing her an unbearable tingling and itching sensation.

Waves of light, electric currents continuously burrowed into her inner thighs, into her wet, tender flesh, swirling within the delicate folds of her vagina, stimulating her sensitive, erect, red, and plump clitoris, which was completely exposed from its foreskin, causing waves of vaginal fluid to flow continuously outside her tender flesh. At other times, I would forcefully squeeze the tender flesh encased in stockings on her inner thighs, causing her excruciating pain. My mother almost gave up resisting, allowing my lewd and indecent hands to defile her beautiful, shapely thighs.

As I kneaded the tender flesh of my mother's inner thighs, I slowly moved forward, gradually feeling the warm, moist radiance emanating from her. My heart suddenly pounded even harder. A soft, warm touch spread from my fingertips; my mother's opening was already overflowing. I pushed my hand forward slightly and immediately felt an endless, gentle sinking in.

So this was my mother's opening! I felt an indescribable surge of emotion. I never imagined that my fingers would be pressed against my mother's sweet, tender opening. Although there was still a layer of panties between us, they were completely soaked with her juices, clinging seamlessly to her labia majora. Only her erect clitoris cutely pushed against the wet, semi-transparent white panties.

My mother shifted her waist, trying to move her body away, but her body didn't quite obey her commands, only trembling slightly. The subway stopped briefly at the station, and another group of passengers boarded. There was no escape; my mother's body hung suspended in mid-air, her lower body, which I was touching, seemed to move in response.

Through her nylon panties, I could feel the presence of her mature, clam-like petals. I spread my fingers and gently stroked the inside of her thighs and between her buttocks. As she trembled involuntarily, I couldn't resist caressing her mons pubis with my index and middle fingers through her semi-transparent white lace panties. The warm, moist breath traveled through the tightly pressed lace to my fingers.

My mother twisted and trembled, pressing her body against my chest, her hips swaying as she desperately tried to escape. My hand persistently touched her lower body, playing with the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her panties like curled strands of hair. My penis no longer wanted to stay in my pants; it wanted to penetrate her vagina, rubbing against her walls with a ravaging force.

A lewd smile appeared on my face. I grabbed her panties and pulled them upwards forcefully. My mother couldn't help but moan softly; the intense stimulation arched her back, her full buttocks pressing against my penis. I pulled on her panties with varying pressure, constantly rubbing against the crevice between her labia.

I held the base of my penis, gently lifted my mother's skirt, and then attacked the depths of her cleft. My mother stiffened as my hot, erect penis rubbed against her beautiful, peach-like cleft. The chaotic pressure on my chest grew increasingly intense, and the swelling in my pants both frightened and excited me. The intense, youthful, and fantastical lust made me lose my reason; no one could stop my desire.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, I was burning with lust. My right hand moved from her left hip into my mother's white lace panties, my palm gently caressing her mons pubis, my right index and middle fingers teasing her labia and then rubbing her clitoris. As my right hand spread its fingers from her thigh to between her thighs, her body involuntarily arched and twisted. I couldn't resist moving my entire hand inside her lace panties, and she trembled even more violently.

My mother grabbed my hand tightly, but I almost pulled her delicate hand into her panties as well. As I caressed her, she slightly opened her mouth and let out a soft moan. I gently parted her labia with my fingers, and her lower body twisted slightly, a sweet nectar slowly seeping from between her labia; I pressed my fingers against her labia and rubbed them from side to side, and she tried to escape even more, but I held her firmly with my left hand.

I parted her labia with two fingers, pushed up the clitoral hood, and gently rubbed the exposed clitoris with my fingertips, a movement that made her unconsciously arch her buttocks and mons pubis. My fingertips stroked upwards from the inside of her fully opened labia, and my mother's slender, snow-white neck stretched back as she panted, her beautiful forehead covered with stray hairs. No, my mother let out a dreamlike moan.

Now that things had come to this, how could I give up halfway! My palm pressed rhythmically against my mother's wet vulva, and I felt her vulva slightly clinging to my palm. My mother lowered her head and tried to push me away, but I grabbed her underwear. She resignedly stood there, letting me play with her, not daring to look me in the eye.

Seeing her reaction, I felt even more comfortable ravaging her. I held her tightly to my chest, using my knee to spread her legs apart, opening her vulva. My hands slowly roamed between her thighs, carefully caressing her, discovering her vulva was very full, with large, protruding labia minora. Her

pubic hair was thick and curly, covering her vulva. As her full thighs parted, I felt the cleft of her labia under her skirt; beneath the soft hair, her clitoris bulged, and from that tender crevice, a cute little bean sprout shrank.

I parted the labia with my fingers, pinched the tip of her clitoris, and rubbed it with my thumb and forefinger. My mother made a painful sound but couldn't escape. My fingers moved up and down, and the wet clitoris slowly emerged from the petals. A small bead protruded from the intricate vaginal walls. I stroked the clitoris and her vulva with my fingers; her vulva felt so soft!

I occasionally poked her vulva with my middle and index fingers, stroking it up and down, pulling on her clitoris, and spreading her labia. The small clitoris gradually swelled under my caresses. By this time, Mom was probably feeling considerable pleasure; her vulva was covered in vaginal fluid, making my touch even more slippery.

My fingers followed the cleft, inserting one by one into Mom's vagina. After three of my fingers were fully inside Mom's warm, wet vagina, I used my little finger, leaving it outside, to probe Mom's anus, while my thumb stroked the clitoris. Mom tried to close her legs, but my knees prevented her from doing so. My

three fingers expanded inside her, and I inserted them into Mom's vagina, thrusting in and out. I felt my mother's vagina tightly gripping my fingers, her snow-white throat trembling. She was held tightly, unable to escape, and had no choice but to give up resisting, letting me play with her. I probed deeper with my fingers, and a honey-like fluid flowed from them, some running down her perineum and soaking into her underwear.

After playing for a while, I began to carefully search for the G-spot described in textbooks. I patiently tried little by little, and finally, I found it! I discovered a small area about two finger joints deep above her vagina. Every time I stimulated this spot, my mother would shudder, and her vagina would tighten.

I began to concentrate my efforts, attacking this most sensitive, most hidden G-spot again and again. With each attack of my fingers, my mother trembled, her body gradually going limp on me. I used my left hand to hold her slender waist and lifted her up, while my right hand continued to play with her.

With each attack and each thrust, I felt my fingers being tightened more and more by her vagina, the labia opening and closing with each thrust. As I played with her, admiring her semi-conscious, delicate state, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing penis, rubbing it between her thighs. She couldn't resist the stimulation and moaned softly. I forgot about everyone else; with the swaying of the train, my penis rubbed back and forth against her labia. Doing this in front of so many people provided extra stimulation, quickly bringing me to my climax, and soon I ejaculated onto her panties. As soon as

the subway stopped, I released my delicate mother, and before she could recover, I quickly slipped through the crowd, got off, and ran home. When my mother returned home, she saw me sitting in the living room watching TV. True to her profession as an office lady, she had emerged from her nightmare and regained her usual calm and elegant demeanor. "Come

here," she said, staring intently into my eyes for a moment. "I have something to tell you." "What is it?" My heart skipped a beat. My mother was about to confront me. What should I do? What if she told the teacher or the police? "

You...you're so outrageous!" My mother's beautiful face flushed red with emotion: "You actually teased your mother!" I hurriedly stood up, waving my hands and saying, my face burning red, "Mom, I'm sorry about today. There's something I'm ashamed to say." I put on a pitiful look. "

Is something wrong? Tell Mom." Seeing my flushed face, my mother's anger turned to confusion. "What's there to be ashamed of? What happened?" My mother patted the seat next to her, gesturing for me to sit beside her. "

If I tell the truth, Mom can't laugh at me!" I made up my mind, wearing a pained expression, and sat down next to my mother. "

Of course! Mom definitely won't laugh at you, hurry up and tell me!" My mother's curiosity was piqued. "

Uh, I've been having trouble sleeping lately." "

Insomnia! Why?"

I felt restless, dizzy, and sometimes even had suicidal thoughts. There have been many recent suicides among middle school students; even the slightest setback can trigger suicidal impulses. My mother was startled, and her initial accusations turned into concern: "I understand how you feel. Tell me, let's solve this together." She leaned closer, gently patting my thigh, encouraging me to speak.

I was secretly pleased, but my face showed worry: "I feel like I'm going crazy. Whenever I see a girl from my school, my blood boils, I feel like I'm about to explode!"

My mother nodded deeply: "It's normal for teenagers in puberty to be interested in the opposite sex. Don't take it to heart. Is this why you're acting this way towards me?"

"Yes, but Mom, I really want to see women's bodies, I even want to run out in the middle of the night and molest women."

"Absolutely not! Doing that will ruin your life!" Thinking of the boy from earlier, my mother cried out. "That's why I'm desperately trying to restrain myself. What's the difference between a woman's and a man's body? This idea has been stubbornly nagging at me." "

Mom, what should I do?"

My mother was momentarily speechless under my questioning. She understood my troubles, but didn't know how to express them. "Just once, please let me look closely at a woman's body. Maybe that will make me feel much better and allow me to study in peace." I asked innocently and curiously. "

You want to see a woman's genitals, right?" My mother asked, trying to sound calm. "Would knowing the differences between their genitals and men's make you feel much better?" "

Yes! That's it."

My mother considered for a moment, then resolutely stood up and locked the door. It seemed she had been persuaded and was ready to grit her teeth and use her body as a teaching tool for her son. Solving her son's troubles was equivalent to solving everyone's troubles, wasn't it? "Your mother's genitals can be used as a reference. I hope you won't have any more troubles after seeing them, understand?"

I almost laughed out loud. My mother had indeed fallen for it. I never thought that I could now legitimately observe my mother's beautiful genitals again after just playing with them, and even agree. I quickly nodded in agreement.

The room, with the curtains drawn, immediately became somewhat dark. For the sake of education, my mother turned on the wall lamp. Mom took off her high heels, lifted her short skirt, and pulled her pantyhose and underwear down to her knees. The torn pantyhose and wet underwear I had made immediately aroused me. Mom's cheeks flushed: "Okay! You're only allowed to look!"

Lying back on the sofa, Mom's lower body was exposed, her legs slowly spreading open, revealing her private parts to her son. My throat moved, I swallowed, and put my head between Mom's knees, hot breath constantly exhaling from my nostrils.

Indeed, it was a very alluring posture. What came into view was Mom's high mons pubis and neat, shiny pubic hair, while her labia minora were slightly parted from their tightly closed vulva. Through the bright light in the room, I spread Mom's thighs apart and looked down carefully at Mom's soft pubic hair, beautiful labia, and tightly closed anus.

Wow! This is the female genitalia! Mom's genitals are so beautiful! I looked at the little bean sprout at the top of Mom's vulva, shyly peeking out. My breath warmed her vulva, and Mom trembled slightly. "

Is it done?" Mom sat up, her cheeks flushed, revealing her genitals—something even her husband hadn't observed so closely—to her son. "Let me see again, there's still something unclear." I quickly grasped Mom's slender foot, encased in stockings, with my left hand, forcing her to lie back down. Then, my fingers gently peeled back the thin skin, revealing a small, adorable pink clitoris. I grasped the trembling bud, and Mom inadvertently arched her back. Ah! A soft moan escaped her throat, for I had grasped the sensitive bud. "

Mom! What's this protruding bud?" I asked innocently, while gently rubbing Mom's clitoris with my fingers.

"Oh! That's the clitoris, also called the clitoral hood. Ouch! Don't touch it like that!" "

I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to!" Like an innocent child, I immediately stopped, but reluctant to let go of what I was touching, stubbornly stroking it for a while before gently releasing it.

"Mom!" What are those two drooping fleshy pieces on the left and right? So many wrinkles! I gently touched Mom's labia again.

"Hmm, those are the labia majora! Ah, don't touch them like that!" My fingers kept stroking her labia. Mom resisted slightly, but because her legs were raised, she couldn't escape. Mom's labia were thick and soft, and felt very smooth. "

Mom, what's this called?" Mom felt a little helpless at my insistence on confirming everything with my fingers before asking questions, and her buttocks often swayed involuntarily. "

Those are the labia minora. Are you done yet?" Mom's breathing became more and more rapid: "Are you done yet? But there are still many things I don't understand." I said, then put my fingers into Mom's secret place again, playing with it continuously: "Mom! What's this little hole for?"

"Ah! Ah!" Mom's body twisted violently: "This is the urethra." "Is that where urine comes out?"

"Yes! Yes! Don't touch it like that! Don't play!" As soon as my fingers left, Mom's lower abdomen undulated like waves.

"Mom, there's a pink little hole here, what's it for?" I parted Mom's labia, revealing her beautiful vulva.

Mom's mysterious opening opened, and I saw the glistening red walls of flesh filled with honey-like fluid. I brought my face close to Mom's vulva, smelling the thick, sweet scent. Unable to control my desire, I gently licked her vulva with my tongue when she couldn't see. The overflowing fluid became sticky and tasted sour. Then I slowly slid my fingers into Mom's vagina. After my ministrations, her vagina was very wet, and my fingers moved in and out smoothly.

"Ah! No, you can't touch that! That's the birthing hole! Don't touch it!" "Ouch! Pull your fingers out!" Mom screamed. "

Oh! The birthing hole... Mom gave birth to me from here, didn't she?" I said, rotating my fingers inside Mom's petals like a stirring rod. The wet, open petals involuntarily tightened around the unruly learner. My middle finger had already penetrated to the base, the soft flesh completely wrapped around it. My finger stirred inside, the wet flesh possessing a powerful elasticity, as if trying to suck it in. I was not only surprised, but also somewhat moved, that my beautiful, middle-aged mother, a mother of two, had such a sensitive vagina.

My mother's beautiful face flushed and paled, her legs trembled, and a stream of vaginal fluid slowly leaked out. "

Mom! You're acting so strange! There's so much fluid coming out of your vagina! Mom, what's wrong with you?

It's all your fault, it's all because you touched me so carelessly that I'm like this.

Just playing with my finger will cause this?" I inserted my finger into my mother's vagina again, repeatedly probing the vaginal walls while rubbing her engorged clitoris. This repeated motion until my mother lost all strength to resist. Suddenly, she arched her back, allowing my finger to penetrate even deeper, and she fell into a semi-conscious state.

Ouch! "Stop digging! I can't take it anymore!" Mom tried to rouse herself several times, but I grabbed her legs and lifted them high, leaving her powerless to resist my manipulation. Mom's vulva presented a very lewd sight. Her split labia, under the force of my fingers, had turned a bright red color, revealing the inner walls covered in sticky, lustful fluid. There was a round hole in the middle, where my fingers had passed. My fingers not only went in and out of Mom's vagina, but also into the cleft of her buttocks. My fingertips explored Mom's anus, caressing her chrysanthemum bud. When I did, Mom's body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. Seeing Mom's strong reaction, I felt very satisfied. I used my fingers to scoop up the nectar from her vulva and smeared it on her anus, continuing to rub it.

Ah no, Mom's chrysanthemum bud, which no other man, even Dad, might have had the chance to violate, was now being wantonly dug and ravaged by my fingers. Mom's naked genitals were being touched and dug at randomly by my fingers. Her confused mind was being pushed into a tide of excitement. Her body convulsed, and her body temperature rose higher and higher.

Mom arched her back, swaying her full hips; her beautiful black hair was completely disheveled, and her usually dignified face, like a violet, wore an almost incredulous, seductive expression. Mom couldn't help but groan, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing.

Suddenly, the wall clock chimed; it was already seven o'clock. Mom snapped back to reality, jerking off my grip: "That's enough, your sister'll be back soon. That's enough. You know enough. Mom still needs to make dinner."

Mom quickly regained her composure, dressing and putting on her shoes while advising me to focus my energy elsewhere, saying that my sexual urges were just due to puberty and would pass in time.

Just then, I heard the sound of a key turning in the door; she was back. Mom had already gone into the kitchen and started working. For the next few days, whenever I had the chance, I would hug my mother from behind, pressing my swollen penis against her buttocks through her clothes, and desperately poking and prodding her anus through her skirt or pants. Or I would slip under the table to get a good look at what was under her skirt and deliberately touch her beautiful legs in stockings.

Sometimes, when my mother wasn't paying attention while cooking, I would pretend to help and peek through a small mirror from behind her to see the alluring view of her sexy panties and sheer stockings under her tight skirt. Sometimes, if I was lucky, I could even lie down and peek directly. Being able to masturbate while peeping at what was under my mother's skirt was really great!

One afternoon, I returned home and saw my mother cooking in the kitchen. She was still wearing her favorite pink short jacket over a slightly sheer white shirt, and a light white silk skirt with sheer flesh-colored stockings on her slender legs, which aroused endless fantasies (how wonderful it would be to push her down on the stove and rape her like in an adult film). My pants unconsciously swelled to match my fantasies.

I first quietly crouched down behind my mother and peeked at the base of her beautiful legs. I noticed she was wearing white underwear today—a white lace panty with alluring white garter belts and flesh-colored stockings—which made my penis even more swollen. I really wanted to penetrate her from behind.

Suddenly, I thought of a way to satisfy my desire. So I quietly left the kitchen, unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and loudly announced to my mother: "I'm home!" Before Mom could turn around, I ran over and hugged her from behind: "Mom, today I solved a math problem on stage for everyone, and the teacher praised my method, saying I'm very smart!" Wow,

Mom smells so good! The feeling of my penis rubbing against Mom's silk skirt is so wonderful! I pressed my legs against Mom's beautiful legs, gently rubbing against her legs in sheer flesh-colored stockings—it feels so good!

"That's great," Mom said, "Keep it up!"

"Okay, I will keep it up." Slowly moving my hips, through the silk skirt, I pressed my penis against the crevice between Mom's two fleshy buttocks, moving it up and down, gradually pressing my semen-filled penis against the area of her wet vulva through her panties. "

Hmm, okay, I will keep it up." It feels so good to keep it up; the opening at the tip of my penis has already leaked some semen due to the excessive stimulation. "Are you feeling unwell? Why are you moving around like that, and why is your voice sounding strange?" My mother asked me (It feels so good, ah!).

It's okay, Mom, my body is a little itchy for some reason, probably from a mosquito bite. Afraid that my mother would notice, I quickly pulled my still trembling, swollen little brother back into my pants.

Mom, I'm going back to my study to read. Back in my room, I sat down at my desk, recalling the desecration I had just committed, and began to masturbate, reaching orgasm. Suddenly, I heard my mother call me: Lunch is ready.

After lunch, my mother went to take a nap, but I couldn't fall asleep: Dad happened to be away today, so I quietly went to my parents' bedroom door. The door wasn't closed properly, and I saw my mother fast asleep. She was still wearing her usual clothes, but she had a blanket covering her stomach, and her snow-white legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were exposed. I swallowed hard, and since I had just masturbated, it was practically torture for me!

With a bit of curiosity, I carefully tried to peek at what kind of underwear she was wearing, but her legs were tightly closed, and I couldn't peek through the gap in her skirt. A wicked thought crossed my mind. If she was fast asleep, I could sneakily lift her skirt without her noticing.

I gently called "Mom," but she didn't respond. Still unsure if she was asleep, I pretended to cover her with a blanket, but she didn't move. I patted her lightly, but still no movement. My heart was pounding, I felt like I was suffocating. I took a deep breath and reached for her skirt, carefully flipping it over her stomach. Perhaps she was too tired and was sleeping soundly, as she didn't stir.

The short skirt lifted, revealing my mother's almost dazzlingly sexy thighs, making me almost forget to breathe. My mother was wearing extremely thin flesh-colored stockings, the stockings covering her sexy thighs only reaching a few centimeters below the groin, with two white garter straps. Between her legs was a high-slit thong, revealing pubic hair through the white lace trim.

My mother's white panties had a small flower on the waistline below her navel, and the pubic area was openwork! A few fine, not very curly pubic hairs were visible. Upon closer inspection, near the dark pubic hair, thin, semi-transparent panties clung tightly to her vulva, fully revealing the shape of her labia, exuding an incredibly lewd aura.

When I gently touched my mother's labia with my fingers, even through the panties, I could still feel the heat and softness of her mature, clam-like flesh. My mother had a well-proportioned figure and a beautiful face. I stole a glance at her; her lips were thin and very moist, making me want to kiss them. Her cheeks were flushed slightly—so beautiful! Her legs were white and straight. I couldn't resist the urge to steal another look at my mother's private parts; and I really wanted to touch them again to see if they were as soft as they had been the previous two days. Anyway, it wouldn't hurt for her son to play with her lower body a little more!

So I straightened my mother's skirt, pretended to cover her with a blanket, and gently took my mother's delicate, soft feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, in my hands and stroked and played with them. My mother didn't move. My mother's feet were less than five inches long, with neatly arranged toes and a beautiful, captivating shape. Her delicate, shapely feet were just the right size to hold in one hand; they felt soft and supple to the touch through her stockings, incredibly comfortable, and I couldn't resist

touching them. I wanted to touch her breasts too. I quietly covered her skirt, then, with trembling fingertips, unbuttoned her top, gently and slowly pulling it up until I finally reached her breasts. My mother was wearing a bikini-style bra, shaped like an "8," the rounded cups perfectly filling her full breasts, covering them without the obvious flaws of some women who, lacking substance, deliberately wear larger sizes to conceal their size.

The center of the rounded cups was slightly pointed—that must be her nipples. I opened my mouth, too nervous to speak, and slowly rose closer to her, my arms involuntarily extending, my palms cupped inwards, only a centimeter away from her breasts. I didn't dare to actually squeeze it, only stroking it from a distance, imagining my hands caressing her breasts. My breathing was rapid, and my hands almost wanted to reach down and play with her full breasts, then slip inside to grasp her mysterious nipples.

I held my breath and quickly touched my mother's breast. I was so glad she didn't react, so I placed my whole palm on her breast. Wow! So big! Even though there was a thin barrier between us, the soft, warm feeling made my breathing extremely erratic, and my mind went blank.

I squeezed it a little, and my mother didn't move. I squeezed harder, haha, she really was fast asleep. But the important thing was still to get to the point, so I quickly ran to lift her skirt and gently opened my mother's legs. My mother was wearing a white lace panty, so thin it was almost transparent, vaguely revealing the shape of her dark forest.

With her honeyed vulva partially visible, I suddenly became frantic and frantically explored it with my tongue, prying aside the thin layer of cloth and heading straight for my mother's plump labia. At the entrance of her vulva, a faint scent of vaginal fluid stimulated my sense of taste and smell, making me even more excited. I used the tip of my tongue to tease my mother's vulva, and at this moment, my mother let out a moan. She was probably having a wet dream, as she did not wake up.

Now the question is, how can I see my mother's vulva? So I gently spread her legs wider, then carefully knelt between them, leaning down to try and pull her panties away from her vulva, but they were a bit tight. So I grabbed the bottom edge of her panties and pulled them down a little, finally giving me enough space. I carefully pulled her panties down to her left side with my left hand, revealing her entire vulva.

I finally saw my mother's vulva again. I pressed my face against it to get a closer look. Her labia majora were slightly parted, and I saw two pink labia minora inside. My eyes were fixed on the labia minora with their fuzzy edges, and I couldn't help but place two fingers on either side of the vulva, slowly parting the closed petals, like a flower suddenly blooming.

Spreading the fleshy mucous membrane, I saw my mother's clitoris. So I carefully parted it a little more, revealing a moist, glossy, bright red opening surrounded by fleshy tissue. My mother's vagina was so beautiful! I put my nose over and smelled it; it even had a sweet scent.

I pressed my cheek against my mother's deep triangle, slowly moving my head back and forth, letting her dark, soft pubic hair rub against my skin. I couldn't resist the urge to lick my mother's vulva like in porn movies, so I gently licked her clitoris, my tongue circling around it.

Strangely, my mother was even producing vaginal fluid in her sleep, so I took advantage of this to carefully touch her labia majora and minora. It was a strange feeling—warm, soft, and slippery. Gradually, her vaginal fluid soaked the sheets, and I began to feel so excited that I wanted to ejaculate immediately.

I easily parted my mother's engorged labia, poking and probing her plump vulva. My fingers moved upwards, touching the woman's sensitive clitoris, and finally, when they reached all the way in, I touched the cervix. I circled the cervix with my fingertips, and my sleeping mother's hips rose and fell gently with my hands in excitement.

So I climbed up, supporting my weight with my left hand, and pulled out my rock-hard penis. I rubbed it against the crevice of her vulva, and the touch of her thick pubic hair made my penis swell even more; when I touched my mother's honey pot, which was flowing with nectar, my penis swelled to its maximum size. I felt it was so soft and slippery, and I wished I could thrust it in immediately.

Suddenly, my mother moved, and I realized she seemed to be waking up, so I quickly slipped under the bed. When my mother woke up, she seemed a little confused, but thankfully she hadn't noticed my presence. My mother went out for a while, and when she came back, she was still muttering: "Why did this child run off without taking a nap today?" Little did she know that I was under her bed, masturbating while thinking about her beautiful vulva!

One night, my mother had just taken a shower, and it was my turn to shower. I accidentally found my mother's white panties that she had just changed out of. Driven by desire, I couldn't help but pick them up and found that my mother's panties were very small, probably just covering her vulva and half of her buttocks. The center of her underwear was slightly yellowed, and it smelled of sweat and a woman's urine, like yogurt. My penis involuntarily hardened, and I used my mother's underwear to cover it while masturbating in the bathroom.

The next day, my mother probably discovered the semen I had left in her underwear; her face turned red when she saw me, making me very embarrassed. But for several days in a row, I found my mother's unwashed underwear while showering, and I felt that she might be showing it to me on purpose. Why not take advantage of it? When I needed to, I would use her little underwear to masturbate. After that, we seemed to have formed an unspoken agreement; I knew every single one of her underwear very well, and sometimes I could even find a few dark pubic hairs that had fallen out. Until one day, my mother fell ill, and all of this changed. One

morning, my mother didn't get up early as usual. It was almost time for her to go to work, so I went to her room to call her. After calling several times, she finally opened the door, still wearing her pajamas. Through the thin pajamas, I could vaguely see her full breasts.

Today, Mom looked haggard. Leaning against the door, she said to me, "Son, I think I have a fever. My body aches terribly, and I have no energy."

I touched her forehead; it was alarmingly hot. I quickly helped her inside to lie down and took her temperature—39.5 degrees Celsius. The next thing I did was ask for leave from work and for Mom's too, and then I took her to the hospital. At the hospital, the doctor diagnosed her with an upper respiratory infection and said she needed an IV drip. While she was getting the injection, I couldn't help but smile at her. She looked at me, puzzled, and asked, "Son, what are you laughing at?"

I said, "Mom, I never thought that you, who give injections every day, would be the one giving you one today."

Mom smiled too and said, "Of course!"

After the injection, it was already noon, and I helped Mom home. Perhaps because of her illness and weakness, Mom leaned lazily against me, clinging to my arm like a child. Her left breast pressed tightly against my right arm, and my heart began to pound. I could feel the softness against my arm.

Today, Mom wore a tight-fitting shirt that accentuated her bust, and a form-fitting skirt that showed off her slender waist and rounded buttocks. Her slim legs were visible beneath the short skirt. Perhaps due to her illness, her skin appeared even whiter.

Having been away from a woman for a long time, the unique scent emanating from Mom made my penis slightly erect, and my gait became somewhat unnatural. Mom probably noticed my embarrassment; her breasts, which had been pressing against my arm, relaxed slightly, but didn't completely leave. Mom had been in bed all day. That evening, her fever finally subsided, but she remained weak. I placed a stack of blankets behind her, allowing her to sit up half-reclined, and I fed her her medicine.

Back home, Mom changed into her pajamas. I could vaguely see that she wasn't wearing a bra; her full breasts pushed the pajamas up, revealing the outline of her nipples, and the silhouette of her panties. Mom's appearance made my breath quicken.

"Son, what are you looking at?" Mom asked coquettishly. My face flushed, and I quickly looked away. My mother looked at me like a child. After I fed her a spoonful of medicine, she seemed to think of something, and suddenly blushed and lowered her head.

An intimate atmosphere filled the air between us. To think that I had no impure thoughts while with my mother would be self-deception, but this was my mother! Morality and ethics restrained my thoughts. We talked, enjoying each other's company immensely; it was rare to have such a good chat. The clock struck ten o'clock. I stood up to leave, but my mother grabbed my hand and said,

"Son! Sit a little longer. Can you check if I'm still hot?"

As she spoke, she took my hand and placed it on her breast. Even through the thin fabric, I could feel the firmness and softness of her breasts. In that instant, I understood the needs of the woman beside me. Looking at my mother's hopeful face, a warm current flowed through my body. I also wanted to stay with my understanding mother a little longer.

My mother's delicate hand held mine, the warmth and softness emanating from it stirring my heart. She gazed at me, and I looked back at her, our eyes conveying unspoken words. After a long while, she spoke softly of her loneliness since Jianjian left. As she spoke, she suddenly leaned against me, wrapping her arms around my neck. Seeing her tearful eyes, I felt a sense of bewilderment. I didn't need to say much; I understood the loneliness of a woman without a man's touch.

The faint scent of perfume mixed with the disinfectant from the hospital wafted from her hair. Even through her clothes, I could clearly see her firm, prominent breasts pressed against my chest; months of abstinence had triggered an involuntary reaction.

My mother clearly felt my movement, her body recoiling slightly before pressing against me again, her lower abdomen pressing so hard that my penis ached. She trembled slightly, radiating a strange heat, and her languid voice seemed to come from a distant horizon: "Hold me."

At that moment, lust overcame reason. Even without her saying so, one of my hands was already around my mother's waist. Her warm breath searched my face, and finally, her moist lips touched mine. Like a drowning person grasping at a straw, my daughter-in-law forcefully sucked on my lips, her long, moist tongue, carrying a hint of mint, entwining with mine with practiced ease. As our tongues explored each other passionately, my hand slipped under her pajamas, caressing her smooth buttocks. Even through her underwear, I could feel the firmness and softness of her flesh. My

mother's hand then grasped my erection, gently rubbing it. Perhaps because it had been so long since she had been caressed by a man, as my hand explored along her buttocks, I found her crotch was already soaking wet. I lifted my mother and laid her flat on the bed. After all, she was my son's wife; I went over and turned off the light. I quickly took off my clothes and lay down next to her, only to find that she had also taken off her pajamas sometime earlier.

Although the room was dark, the bright moonlight shone in, and I could vaguely see my mother's firm breasts. Her body was snow-white, and her perfect breasts were slightly upturned. I only rubbed them a few times, and her nipples became erect as if in defiance, swollen like grapes. My mother, breathing heavily, pushed me down onto the bed, rolled over, and straddled my stomach. She bent over, held my head, and pressed it against her breast, putting her nipple into my mouth like she was nursing a baby.

I sucked and licked her hardened nipple. My mother's nipples were completely different from my wife's; they weren't large, but they were very elastic. As I licked them, my mother

's little bottom wiggled against my stomach. When I had licked both nipples, my mother's tongue went into my mouth. Like a greedy child, she greedily licked every part of my mouth, and even a lot of sweet saliva flowed into my mouth. Having finally broken free from my mother's tongue, I whispered in her ear,

"Mom! You've just recovered from your cold, are you feeling alright?" My mother hummed softly,

"I want it!" She rubbed her firm breasts against my chest, her hand grasping my erect penis and kneading it up and down. When I lifted her buttocks, I found her labia were already soaking wet. I guided my already hard penis, parted her labia, and thrust inside.

"Ah...it's so big..." my mother moaned involuntarily. The moment my penis entered that narrow passage, I felt the softness and tightness of her vaginal canal, and my mother's buttocks and thighs tensed.

"Ouch..." my mother cried out softly.

"It hurts so much, son... your little brother is too big, I can't take it!... It hurts... it hurts..."

Seeing my mother in pain with tears streaming down her face, I tenderly licked away her tears with my tongue, no longer daring to thrust rashly. Instead, I used a rotating motion, slowly twisting my hips. My penis went in and out of her tight little hole a few times. With a burst of strength, the head of my penis finally hit my mother's clitoris. My mother's body trembled. "Ah..." My mother's voice became a little hoarse due to excessive excitement.

"Ah... son... son... I... my little hole... um... so... so sore... so... numb... ah... oh... oh... son... son... you... you're fucking me... um... so... so beautiful... so... so comfortable... oh... you're fucking me so good... oh... Mom... you're fucking me to death... oh..."

My hips kept moving up and down, intensely stimulating my mother's hot little hole, which began to writhe beautifully again, the tender flesh inside her hole starting to wrap around my penis. Each insertion caused Mom to twist her snow-white buttocks back and forth, her full, snow-white breasts bobbing up and down with each thrust. Mom's wanton reactions further aroused my lust.

"Ah... son, your big cock... oh... fucking me... I feel so good... oh... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die... oh... you... you're a devil... um... beautiful... so beautiful... I can't live without... you... your big cock... um... um... you... you're my good husband... good brother... so good... so good... um... son... Mom likes you to fuck me... let you fuck me... um..."

Each friction inside her vagina produced a "plop, plop" sound, and I could hear Mom's breathing become rapid, knowing she was experiencing pleasure. Indeed, Mom's movements became faster and more intense, each time completely swallowing my penis into her vagina, and the overflowing nectar flowed down my penis onto my scrotum and thighs.

"Mmm...so good...my big cock brother...mmm...my little hole is about to break...mmm...so good...so beautiful...sister...dear brother...mmm...your big cock is fucking...Mommy...sister...almost...almost flying to heaven...oh...faster...faster...fuck me harder...oh..."

Mom moaned lasciviously in an excited tone, pressing down on my mouth from above. Mom's whole body stiffened and arched, a sign of orgasm, her pink face tilted back, her sweat-drenched breasts trembling. My hands rubbed and caressed Mom's breasts, sometimes pinching her erect nipples.

"Ah...son, your big cock...oh...it's fucking me...I feel so good...oh...my little hole...oh...faster...I can't take it anymore...ah...no...I can't...I'm going to die...oh...fuck...fuck me to death...ah...dear brother...I love...I love you so much...ah..."

I held my mother's fragrant shoulder with one hand, while the other hand was still gently rubbing her breast. My big cock was thrusting faster and faster, harder and harder, into her opening and closing little hole. My mother also kept moving her lower body up and down, matching my thrusting. I used all my strength, desperately fucking my mother's tender hole, my big glans hitting my mother's clitoris like raindrops.

"Oh...good mother...good sister...I'm almost...almost coming..."

I let out a loud cry of pleasure, my hands wrapped around my mother's waist, my cock erupting like a volcano, constantly shooting upwards. When Mom felt my scalding semen at her cervix, her body shuddered instantly, and a warm flow gushed from her uterus, drenching my glans. She reached the peak of her orgasm. Completely paralyzed on top of me, she felt she had no strength left to breathe, like a woman in the throes of death.

After the passion, Mom lay limply on top of me, her snow-white body slowly sliding off me and collapsing onto the bed, covered in sweat. Her hands clung tightly to me, as if afraid I would leave. She couldn't move an inch, only her chest rising and falling with her breath, but she felt an indescribable beauty slowly melting through her body…

After her orgasm, Mom held me tightly, her head pressed against my chest. My penis was still inside her tender vagina, our thighs intertwined tightly, showing no sign of separating. My left hand gently roamed over Mom's back, enjoying her still-burning passion, while my right hand slowly caressed her breasts and nipples. Mom closed her eyes like a docile cat, accepting my caresses.

We were still immersed in the pleasure of our recent sexual encounter. Gradually, I felt tired, my wandering hands slowed down, and my eyes closed tightly. My mother, too, fell asleep in a state of fulfillment and comfort.

The next evening, when I came home from school, I found my mother cooking in the kitchen. Today, she was wearing a tight-fitting dress that fully exposed her alluring figure; her slender waist and plump, pert buttocks were always so captivating. I quietly walked up behind her and hugged her from behind. My mother's body trembled, and she leaned into my arms, whispering to me,

"Son! Good brother! Why do you bully me as soon as you get home…" She turned her head and slightly opened her mouth, allowing me to kiss her lips. I swirled my tongue in her mouth, and she passionately returned my kiss. After having sex with my mother, morality and ethics ceased to exist; my heart was filled only with lust and love.

I turned off the stove, gently picked her up, and carried her into my mother's bedroom. I placed her on the bed, removed all the obstructions from her body, and spread her long, slender legs. Yesterday, although I had been intimate with my mother, I hadn't had a chance to properly examine her genitals. Today, I wanted to thoroughly enjoy playing with my beautiful mother's lovely little, tender vulva.

My mother's vulva, like my mother herself, was very demure. Above was a plump mons pubis covered with a thick patch of glossy black pubic hair, below were light pink labia. The labia were thin and parted to the sides, already moist inside, with whitish mucus sticking to the area around the vulva. The vulva resembled rose petals, with intricate folds, glistening with nectar, as if panting. Slightly above, the small urethral opening was clearly visible. Under my gaze, my mother's pretty face flushed, and nectar slowly flowed from the tender, red opening.

"Ah...son! You...you stop looking, it's so embarrassing..." Mom tried to close her legs, but with my support, they spread even wider. Since Mom had only been married for a little over a year and hadn't had children, her thin labia were still pink. At this moment, I gently probed her clitoris with my fingers, and the clitoris swelled up like a peanut from the external stimulation.

"Oh...son...you...you're so naughty...why...why are you probing my...little...little bean...ah...oh...it's so...so itchy...no...don't...don't tease me anymore...oh...oh..."

Listening to Mom's proud and wanton words, and looking at her girlish vulva, the beautiful sight intoxicated me. When my head approached her pubic hair and mons pubis, I smelled an alluring scent, mostly a sweet mixture of sweat and a little urine, like fermented milk.

"Son...son...um...my little sister's...good brother...don't smell...don't touch...ah...oh...I haven't showered yet...it's...it's dirty there..."

Mom moaned. The lewd smell made my heart race, making me even more excited. I brought my mouth close to her clitoris, stuck out my tongue, and gently licked her swollen clitoris before taking her two red labia into my mouth. Mom's buttocks kept throbbing, her breathing became rapid, and she unconsciously uttered lewd moans.

"Oh...oh...son...my dear brother...ah...stop licking...ouch...oh...sister...sister...it's so itchy...I can't stand it...ah...I'm going to get horny again...ah...I'm going to be horny for...good son...dear brother...ah...oh...oh...don't bite...it's so sore...sister...it's so...so uncomfortable...oh..."

My tongue lightly licked the entrance of her vagina, then I stuck out my tongue and licked my mother's clitoris, sometimes fiercely, sometimes passionately, licking and sucking, even gently biting the clitoris with my teeth, and occasionally pushing my tongue deep into her vagina to stir it. The deeper I went into my mother's vagina, the hotter and smoother it became, and fresh nectar kept overflowing from her vagina, all of which flowed into my mouth.

Perhaps because she hadn't showered all day, the smell of my mother's genitals was particularly strong. Actually, no matter how quiet a girl is, the smell of her vagina is the same. My mother usually looks very quiet, but her behavior in bed is completely different from usual.

"Mmm...mmm...son...I'm so beautiful...ah...so comfortable...oh...son...dear brother...Mommy's pussy feels so good...mmm...oh...don't lick anymore...mmm...mmm...my little...little pussy is so itchy...mmm...it's itchy...and feels good...mmm...I can't take it...oh...good son...dear brother...Mommy's little pussy is so itchy...quickly use your big cock...oh...come and fuck my cunt...ah...don't lick anymore...son...good brother...please...use your big cock to fuck me...quickly...don't lick anymore...mmm..."

Mom became even more excited by the subtle touch of my tongue. She was moaning, but her buttocks were desperately raised and thrusting, towards my mouth for me to suck. In her heart, she longed for my tongue to go deeper and stimulate her more, to relieve her itching. The wonderful feeling of being completely oblivious, the waves of passion and pleasure, made her body tremble slightly. My tongue gave her waves of pleasure, quickly overwhelming her reason. Her uterus was overflowing with even more vaginal fluid, like a raging torrent. At this moment, she was only pursuing the waves of pleasure. She was intoxicated by the excitement and passion, accepting every move and trick I made without hesitation.

"Ah... son... my good brother... um... mother... dear sister... I... I really can't take it... oh... my pussy can't take it... ah... so... so comfortable... my pussy is so happy... um... son... your delicate tongue... um... licking so deep... so deep... ah... insert it again... ah... yes... it's too stimulating... I can't take it... ah... my uterus can't take it... my pussy is numb... ah... my sister is going to... going to come out... oh... oh..."

As she finished speaking, another thick, warm stream of vaginal fluid flowed into my mouth from her pussy.

"Am I doing a good job?" I asked, looking up.

"Good...good...I've never felt so good before..." Mom replied shyly, her cheeks flushed.

"Did Dad lick your pussy?" I asked. Mom's face turned even redder, perhaps my question made her both shy and excited. Her vaginal opening opened and closed repeatedly, and another thick stream of vaginal fluid gushed out, flowing towards her pink anus.

"Licked...licked..." Mom whispered softly. Gazing at Mom's plump, mature buttocks, I noticed her small, tender, pink anus that opened and closed with her vaginal opening. I gently pulled open her anus, which resembled a wild chrysanthemum, revealing the inner membrane. As my nose approached, I smelled a faint scent of sweat. The membrane glistened because of Mom's own vaginal fluid. When my tongue touched the inner membrane of her anus, Mom's whole body began to tremble violently. She gripped my shoulders tightly, eagerly pulling me up.

"Quick...quickly put it in...oh...son...my good brother...mmm...my little hole...it's so...so itchy...quick...quickly use...brother's big cock...mmm...it'll help...stop...stop the itch...oh...oh..."

Mom pleaded softly, her beautiful little hole and anus appearing lewd due to excessive mucus. I climbed on top of Mom, holding my thick cock and rubbing it against her wet clitoris. Mom suppressed the urge to scream, closed her eyes, and then in that instant, my burning cock thrust powerfully, deeply penetrating her wet vagina.

"Ah...oh...my pussy is so full...so swollen...oh...so...good...oh...so...beautiful...oh..."

For a moment, Mom frowned, her body trembling uncontrollably, enduring my thick penis as it continued to penetrate her cunt. But the pain was only momentary. As the glans passed through the already wet vaginal membrane and entered her body, a sweet pleasure immediately flowed through her entire body, and Mom cried out in ecstasy.

"Ah...um...so...so comfortable...so good...oh...son...you're fucking me so good...oh...oh...you're such a good brother...harder...fuck harder...Mommy's cunt...ah...um...thrust...oh...thrust harder..."

Mom's lewd moans stimulated my pent-up emotions. Every time my penis went back and forth in her cunt, the flesh inside her made a squeezing sound, making Mom unable to control her moans. My thrusting speed gradually increased, the pleasurable squeezing intensified, and my penis continued to penetrate my mother's body. My mother's wanton body had reached a point of no return, but she accepted the pleasure brought by my penis entering and exiting her vagina without reservation.

"Ah...ah...yes...son...faster...faster...ah...oh...fuck your mother...my dear sister...um...fuck me to death...oh...I can't take it anymore...oh...it feels so good...ah..."

I thrust in and out relentlessly, my mother's snow-white legs wrapped around my waist, her round, jade-like buttocks swaying from side to side. With each thrust, her swollen, plump labia constantly stimulated the base of my penis, and with each withdrawal, a little bit of her juices flowed out. My mother moaned incessantly under my thrusts:

"Ah...ah...so good...oh...oh...faster...harder...harder...I'm going to die...son...dear brother's...big penis...so hard...so thick...mmm...mmm...fuck your mother...dear sister's cunt...so beautiful...so good...ah...faster...faster...thrust harder...fuck harder...ah...oh...mother...sister...I...can't hold back anymore..."

I felt my penis enveloped in warm, moist flesh, the contracting, juicy walls bringing me boundless pleasure. I was now very jealous of my father, having such a beautiful mother and such an alluring cunt. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's sexy lips. She responded passionately, sucking on her firm breasts a few more times. Then I looked up and asked,

"Mom! My dear mom... my little sister... is my penis bigger... or Dad's?" My mother's face flushed red, and she shyly punched my chest with her small fist, saying,

"You're going to die, asking such an embarrassing question!" Seeing my mother's shy appearance made my penis grow even bigger.

"You won't tell me, will you?" I said, pulling my penis out and then thrusting it in hard, each time like shooting a goal, hitting the very core of my mother's vagina, making her body tremble and unable to speak, only making incoherent "Ah... ah..." sounds. After a few thrusts, I stopped and smiled at my daughter-in-law. My daughter-in-law's cheeks were flushed with desire as she squinted her eyes contentedly and said,

"Ah...you...you're so naughty, you're making me unable to move." I laughed and said,

"Who told you not to say anything? If you hadn't said anything, I would have done it a few more times." As I said this, I made a move to insert it, but my mother hurriedly begged for mercy, saying,

"No...no...I'll say it, okay...you...good son...my dear brother's...penis...um...is...bigger than...bigger than Jianjian's...oh...oh..."

As she spoke, she covered her flushed face with her hands, and a little bit of lustful fluid flowed from her little hole. I started to gently thrust in and out again, and after forty or fifty thrusts in a row, my mother was covered in sweat, her cheeks were flushed, one of her legs was placed on my shoulder, and the other snow-white thigh was now raised high, wrapped around my waist, swaying back and forth with my thrusts.

"Oh...son...dear brother...you're so good at fucking...you're fucking Mom...I...it feels so...so good...um...uh...so wanton...wanon to the bone...oh...oh...so tingly...so numb...so beautiful...um...fuck...fuck again...ah..."

I paused for a moment and then started thrusting hard into Mom's tender hole again, pulling my penis to the vaginal opening each time before plunging it in. My scrotum slapped against Mom's plump buttocks, making a 'slap slap' sound. Mom could no longer contain her excitement. Waves of intense pleasure assaulted her, causing her to moan incessantly, her voice growing louder and her breathing heavier, occasionally letting out uncontrollable cries.

"Ah... um... yes... right there... quick... big dick... dear brother... I love you fucking... I love you fucking... oh... uh... I want... I want to cum... oh... so good... ah... I'm cumming... I'm cumming for big dick brother..."

Each moan was accompanied by a long exhale, the flesh on her face tightening and relaxing, as if in pain, yet also as if in pleasure. Mom could no longer control herself, moaning incessantly.

"Oh...oh...son...my big cock brother...oh...oh...my pussy is so beautiful...so beautiful...ah...um...son...your cock...is so thick...so hard...Mom...my little sister's pussy...is being fucked...so beautiful...so itchy...so comfortable...um...son...my pussy...is almost...almost being...fucked to pieces by you...oh...oh...almost...almost flying to heaven...oh...oh...it's...so comfortable...ah...um..."

I could only feel my mother's vagina contracting in waves. Every time I thrust deep inside, it felt like a little mouth was trying to suck up my glans. Streams of vaginal fluid flowed down her buttocks onto the bed as my cock was pulled out, soaking a large area. My mother's full breasts swayed like waves on her chest.

After a while, as my mother's vagina contracted again, I finally ejaculated hot semen into her body. My mother trembled all over. When I withdrew my now-shrunken penis from my mother's body, she remained lying on the bed, unwilling to move. A stream of milky-white semen flowed from between her slightly swollen labia. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

I don't know how much time passed, but when I awoke, I found my mother still asleep in my arms. Looking at her delicate face, I couldn't help but smile. My hand returned to her breasts, pinching her small pink nipple, thinking to myself, "Mature women are the best."

My mother woke up from my caresses and couldn't help but snuggle into my embrace again. My hand gently touched her buttocks, still smooth and tender. When my fingers entered her cleft, I found it was still a wet expanse. I held my finger up in front of my mother's face, and her pretty face flushed again. She said coquettishly

, "It's all your fault! You're so naughty, you got it all over me. You're responsible for cleaning me up." I quickly laughed and said,
"You're blaming me now? You didn't see what you were like just now. I never thought you, usually so quiet and gentle, could be so fierce and lewd in bed." My mother playfully punched my chest and said,

"It's all your fault, you deliberately seduced me. I haven't had any meat for years, my little hole was so itchy, and your penis was so big. My little hole has never been able to hold something so big before, and now it's still swollen."

I picked up my mother and carried her into the bathroom. The warm water felt so comfortable on our bodies as we washed each other. After the baptism of sex, our feelings for each other seemed to have grown even closer. Under the hot water, Mom slowly regained her energy. She mischievously made me lie flat on the floor, gently stroking my body and lightly rubbing my penis until it was erect again.

Then she stood up, straddling my body, looking down at me with tender affection. Just as I was wondering what she was going to do, a stream of water suddenly gushed from between her legs, hitting my chest and lower abdomen. It was warm, washing away the foam on my body; she had urinated on me.

As she urinated, Mom moved her body, deliberately letting the urine fall on my erect penis, then moving it back and forth between my abdomen and chest until the force of the urine weakened. Then she squatted down, straddling my face, pressing her wet vagina against my lips. I couldn't help but open my mouth and stick out my tongue to lick her urine-scented labia. The droplets on her labia were so warm, carrying the body temperature of a young girl, with a slightly salty taste. I couldn't help but put the urine I licked into my mouth and swallowed it.

"Mmm...mmm...son...I feel so beautiful...mmm...so good...mmm...son...Mommy's pussy feels so good...mmm...oh...don't lick anymore...mmm...mmm...my pussy is so itchy...mmm...it's itchy and feels good...mmm...I can't take it...mmm..."

Mom held my penis in her hand, preparing to lower her head to suck it. Semen was slightly leaking from the tip of my penis, making her feel extremely excited. Her tongue circled the glans.

"Oh...so...so good...oh...Mommy...my good mommy...my dear sister...oh...you also use your mouth...to suck your son's penis...oh...yes...like that...suck harder..."

Hearing my excited cries, Mom took my entire penis into her mouth and moved it up and down, one hand playing with my scrotum, the other gently stroking my pubic hair. Her tongue moved like a small snake over the glans, making me feel my penis growing in her warm and comfortable mouth.

"Oh...so good...so good...oh...Yue...Yue...your mouth is so good...it feels so good on my cock...oh...oh...it feels so good...I'm so happy...oh...oh..."

Seeing that my penis had returned to its previous hard and thick state, Mom got up, turned to face me, and gave me a passionate and sweet kiss. She slowly opened her legs, grasped my hot penis, and guided the glans into her vagina, her labia slowly sucking it in inch by inch. When my penis was fully inserted into Mom's vagina, a look of pleasure appeared on her face. She tilted her head back and exhaled deeply, rubbing her hands against my chest, and began rhythmically stroking my penis up and down.

"Mmm...mmm...son...you're the best...your big brother's big cock...so hot...so thick...so hard...mmm...it's so hot and warm in my pussy...my pussy feels so full...my pussy feels so good...mmm...mmm...so...so comfortable...oh..." My cock felt so good being sucked by my mom's pussy that I couldn't help but say:

"Oh...oh...Mom...your pussy is so good...your pussy is so good at sucking...mmm..."

"Oh...son...your big cock is so good...mmm...good son...Mom feels so good...I love you so much...ah...ah...my pussy is so beautiful...my pussy feels so good...ah...ah...my pussy is going to heaven...ah...I feel so good...ah..."

I lay quietly on the floor, watching my mom's hips move up and down, and her full breasts swayed along with them. I greedily stretched out my hands to rub those charming breasts, and my lower body cooperated with my mom's thrusting, my buttocks thrusting upwards, inserting my cock into my mom's cervix.

"Ah...son...my dear brother...oh...I...I'm so beautiful...oh...um...your penis is hitting my G-spot...mmm...so good...oh...ah...ah...your big penis hits my itch every time...I'm so happy...ah...son...Mom's pussy is so beautiful...um...um...son...I feel so good...oh..."

"Mom...rotate your ass a few times...oh...yes..."

"Oh...so good...son...my pussy feels so good...um...how can it feel so good...um...so beautiful...oh...son...your big penis is fucking...oh...my pussy is so beautiful...um..."

At this moment, Mom was even more lewd than when she was in bed, and her moans filled the entire bathroom. Her body leaned back, constantly shaking her slender waist and sliding forward wildly, her vaginal opening constantly impacting my glans, making me even more excited.

"Oh...so good...oh...my pussy feels so good...ah...son...Mommy's pussy feels so good...mmm...mmm...good...son...you're so good at fucking...my pussy is going to be so beautiful...oh...so good...oh...my pussy feels so good...oh...ah..."

"Oh...Mommy...my good mommy...dear...dear sister...squeeze your big cock tighter...oh...turn your ass a little...it will make you feel even better...even better...oh...yes...yes...that's it...ah...so good...so good..."

"Ah...son...I will love you forever...my pussy is about to be so beautiful...dear brother...faster...oh...faster...oh...my pussy...ah...my pussy is about to cum...my pussy...ah...ah...I'm going to heaven...ah...ah...so good...oh...my pussy feels so good...ah..."

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... Son, you're making Mom feel so good... Oh... I'm coming... My pussy feels so good... Oh..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mom fell backward, a warm stream flowing continuously from her pussy, and I sat up as she fell. I wrapped my arms around Mom's waist, my penis still hard inside her pussy, this position made my penis tightly wrapped in her pussy, making my buttocks keep thrusting upward.

"Oh... Mom... Your pussy is so tight... Ah... It's squeezing my son... I... feel so... so good... so happy... Oh... Your pussy... is sucking my penis even more... so... so good... Ah..."

Mom's pussy gripped my big cock tightly, the tender flesh inside her pussy kept contracting and squeezing it, hot vaginal fluids spraying from her uterus, directly onto my glans, making me feel extremely comfortable all over, the tingling pleasure coming from my big cock made me hug Mom's body tightly and speed up my thrusting.

"Moon...son's...dear sister...good mother...quick...quickly squeeze with your cunt...ah...I...I'm almost...almost coming..."

As soon as Mom heard that I was about to ejaculate, she mustered her last bit of strength and quickened the twisting of her smooth, plump buttocks. Her cunt contracted and sucked incessantly, and her labia gripped my big cock tightly. As I was about to ejaculate, I felt an intense, tingling sensation on my glans. I used my last bit of strength to lift my buttocks and thrust into Mom's cunt. After a few thrusts, my big cock finally trembled with pleasure, and a thick, hot stream of semen shot straight into Mom's flower core.

"Oh... dear sister... ah... oh... so good... so good... I'll give you all my offspring... um... shoot... ah... oh..."

"Ah... good son... dear brother... ah... so... so hot... um... um... Mom... sister... so... so much love you... shooting... so... so comfortable... hot... hot... hot... hot... hot... hot... hot... hold me tight... oh... I... came... again... ah... oh..."

After reaching our climax, we tightly embraced each other's bodies, our genitals still tightly joined together, showing no intention of separating. Quietly enjoying the afterglow of passion, I couldn't help but kiss my mother's lips, and she responded affectionately, her tongue swirling in my mouth, intertwining with mine, thus ending this lewd and delicious sexual encounter.

Today was truly exhilarating; several hours of passion left us both exhausted. I picked up the showerhead and casually rinsed us both before we embraced and went into the bedroom to sleep.

From then on, my mother and I slept and woke up together like a married couple. To outsiders, we were son and mother, but at home, we were husband and wife, and we even had more ways of making love than ordinary couples.

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