A virtuous wife and loving mother making love with her mother next to her father.

A Virtuous Wife and Loving Mother (Making Love with Mom Next to Dad)
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On a hot summer night, Dad was reading in his study, the old air conditioner vibrating slightly. At my desk, I held Mom's waist, she sat on my lap, I leaned forward, pressing against her full, soft breasts, my lower body moving rhythmically, rubbing against her. The sound of Grandpa and Grandma watching TV in the living room masked our breathing and the sounds of our bodies colliding. Mom's bra, pink panties, and my trousers were scattered on the floor, looking a bit messy. Dad thought Mom was helping me with my homework; he didn't know that my hand was now moving from Mom's smooth thigh to her soft belly, then slipping inside her white short-sleeved shirt to grasp her full, elastic breasts, kneading them incessantly. To make it easier to get back, neither of us took off our shirts. Mom only took off her underwear and bra, her short skirt lifted up to her waist.
We suppressed our pleasure, but our movements became increasingly passionate. Suddenly, Mom's lower body tightened, and she cried out, "Ah!" Dad happened to be going to the bathroom and passed by my room. The wooden door wasn't very soundproof, and he heard Mom's cry and knocked, asking, "Wen, what's wrong?" We were startled by Dad's voice and froze. My hands, which were rubbing Mom's breasts and wrapped around her buttocks, stopped instantly. Mom remained in a half-standing position. My penis slipped out, feeling a little wet and sticky. It twitched in the air twice
and remained still for about two or three seconds before we could hear each other's soft breathing. Mom said to the door, "It's nothing, there are a lot of mosquitoes in the summer, I got bitten." Dad said, "I'll get you some mosquito coils!" Mom quickly said, "No need, the air conditioning isn't very ventilated, and mosquito coils are harmful to the body..." From the other side of the door came: "Then be careful, getting bitten by mosquitoes can easily lead to a cold." "Xiaolong, you need to be careful too. Don't study too late. Your school has a sports meet tomorrow, and your mom and you both have to get up early!" I swallowed hard and said, "Okay, I know!" Then, hearing his footsteps disappear, we breathed a sigh of relief. But my lower body also went limp. My mother smiled and gently tapped my head, saying, "I told you to be gentle, you almost caused a problem!"
Seeing my mother's action and her gentle smile, I suddenly felt a surge of impulse. I stood up, hugged my mother, pressed her against the desk, spread her legs, climbed on top of her, and rubbed my genitals against her vulva. I quickly became hard and penetrated her. Her wet, tight vagina enveloped my penis, and an indescribable pleasure quickly overwhelmed my entire body. I pulled my mother's clothes up from her waist to her chest, revealing her round breasts. I grasped and kneaded them with both hands, the fullness of her flesh constantly stimulating my brain. I increased the speed of my thrusts. My mother's body was limp, letting me do as I pleased, but her breath became heavy. After only three or four minutes of rapid thrusting, I was on the verge of exploding. The sound of my father's footsteps coming from the bathroom passed by the door, but the pleasure of approaching climax made me reckless. My mother was about to signal me to stop, but I ignored her and thrust violently into her genitals, then pounced on her, pressing her breasts against her body and holding her tightly. My mother couldn't help but moan, her legs clamping around my waist, her hands encircling my neck and stroking my back.
The sound of my father's study door closing came from behind me. My movements were almost out of control, causing a series of slapping and smacking sounds from our bodies. I thrust deep into my mother's vagina; the inner walls of her vagina contracted rapidly and rhythmically, her cervix sucking at the head of my penis. My penis felt like it was being sucked by a tender little mouth and a wet, mysterious tunnel, and I could no longer hold on. My testicles twitched, and a thick stream of semen was about to ejaculate. Suddenly, Mom grabbed and blocked my penis, saying, "Don't ejaculate inside..." But I was already at the peak of my arousal. Although Mom grabbed and gently blocked my penis from thrusting, it still excitedly thrust in and out of Mom's vagina a dozen times, throbbing and pulsating. It took a while for me to feel the contractions and warmth of her vagina before I could calm down a little. I
lay on top of Mom for over a minute. Mom told me to get up, but my penis was still erect. I turned Mom over and made her lie face down on the desk. Her breasts pressed against the surface looked even more alluring. I touched Mom's round, firm buttocks and slapped them twice. Mom scolded me, "Are you trying to kill me? It'll be bad if someone hears us. Hurry up and finish..."
I said, "Mom, I'm swatting mosquitoes. You look so beautiful. Mosquitoes like to bite in places with good views!" My mother's face flushed slightly as she said,
"You're just a smooth talker." I held my penis with my right hand and placed my left hand on my mother's waist, rubbing and gently pressing my penis against her buttocks and perineum as I said, "I'm telling the truth, Mom. You don't know how many of my classmates with pimples dream of you..."
This conquering perspective, like riding a horse, and my mother's snow-white, submissive body beneath me quickly caused my throbbing
penis to ejaculate. Watching the milky liquid slowly flow down her buttocks, I took advantage of the fact that the engorgement hadn't completely subsided and mounted my mother's buttocks hard. I thrust hard several times until it completely softened before pulling away.
My mother helped me wipe my genitals, then dressed herself and said, "I'm going to take a shower first, you can come and shower later..." I replied with an "Mmm," leaning back in my chair, comfortably closing my eyes. For some reason, images of my classmates fantasizing about my mother flashed through my mind. These images made me very uncomfortable because, in my heart, my mother could only belong to me, and I even felt dissatisfied with my father...
My mother is a teacher at our school, considered very beautiful in our town. She has fair skin, a curvaceous figure, and beautiful curves. I dare say she wouldn't be inferior to most women in the city, especially her mature femininity, which makes her irresistible. One of my classmates once said enviously, "If my mother were half as good as yours, I would be satisfied."
He said without hesitation, "My ideal woman in my dreams is someone like Teacher Zhang." Once, I was playing video games at home with a neighbor who dropped out of elementary school and became a delinquent. He said, "Your mom is amazing, your dad must be having a blast." I was annoyed by his rudeness: "What nonsense are you spouting? Are you still playing games or not?!" He got bored and played for a while, then said he needed to go to the bathroom.
He was in there for ages and didn't come out. I'd drunk a lot of cola and was engrossed in the game, so I held my pee for a long time and went to urge him. He slowly came out, and as soon as I went in, I smelled a strong odor of smoke. I said, "You're smoking in my house, making this a smoky mess, you deserve a beating!" Squatting on the toilet, I noticed something was wrong: my mom's underwear was messy, with signs of being turned over. I picked up a pair of underwear and found a thick, yellowish liquid on it. It smelled like semen, still fresh and warm. This guy was using my mom's underwear to masturbate! Holy crap!
I washed the underwear and gave him a piece of my mind. He grinned shamelessly, "I can't help it, your mom smells just too tempting, way better than any of the prostitutes I've ever slept with. Just thinking about it makes me ecstatic." I thought to myself: You little punk, trying to eat swan meat! From that day on, I stopped inviting him over and tried to avoid him as much as possible. What angered me most was that my mom came home that day and found a pair of unwashed lace underwear missing. He was the only one who came to our house that day, so he must have taken it!
At 10:30, I turned on the computer and listened to music for about half a minute when my mom knocked on the door and told me to take a shower. My grandparents had already turned off the TV and gone upstairs to their bedroom to rest, and my dad had also gone back to his room; he had to go on a business trip the next day to catch the first flight at dawn!
Seeing that no one was in the living room, I secretly grabbed my mother's breast through her thin nightgown. My mother scolded me in a low voice, "Are you crazy? Your father isn't asleep yet." I hugged my mother with a coquettish smile and buried my head in her chest, "It's only natural for a son to drink his mother's milk. How could my father be unreasonable?" My mother said, "Okay, stop joking. Go take a shower. I'll cook you a midnight snack when you come out!"
I went into the bathroom, and the lingering scent of my mother's body after her shower filled the air. I took off my dirty clothes and underwear, stained with the sticky fluid, and let the hot water pour over my head. The relief after satisfying my desire was incredibly refreshing.
While lathering myself with soap, the force of the showerhead's water flowed over my genitals. The youthful energy and sensitivity caused my penis to become erect again. The concentrated water jet stimulated it, making it hard and erect again. I stroked my penis a few times with my hand, then couldn't resist picking up my mother's underwear, still stained with our passionate fluids, and smelling it. The image of that neighbor thug masturbating with my mother's underwear flashed through my mind. This feeling must be very similar! He must have been imagining my mother's beautiful genitals while smelling that suffocating scent, then his imagination wandered to her lower abdomen, breasts, nipples, mouth, or perhaps, in a perverted way, wanted to penetrate her anus… No, he probably imagined my mother's long, smooth thighs clamping around his waist as she moaned. Just look at the way he always stared at my mother's thighs!
"Xiaolong, are you done washing?" Mom called out to me when she saw I wasn't making much noise.
I replied, "Mom, I forgot my clothes, could you go get them from my room?"
Actually, I had some unspoken ulterior motives for asking Mom to come into the bathroom. As soon as Mom came in, I hugged her and pulled her into the bathroom, stroking her up and down and showering her face with kisses. Mom was caught off guard and breathless, afraid to make a sound, lest Dad come out and
whisper, "Are you trying to kill your mother? You're hugging her so tightly, she can't breathe. Close the door!"
I hurriedly pushed the door with my right leg, and it slammed shut. Mom and I were both startled; the door slammed shut loudly! It was all because of my hasty actions and carelessness.
My mother glanced at my erect penis and muttered, "You, you don't even know how to plan ahead when you're sneaking a bite. I must have owed you something in my past life!" I laughed twice and pressed myself against my mother's body. Her thin nightgown was already a little damp from my water droplets,
but she was afraid it would get dirty, so she said to me, "Let me help you with my hand. It's troublesome if the clothes you just changed into get wet. You'll have to go to your father's room to change!" My mother had me lean against the wall next to the bathtub, and she knelt down to caress me. I would occasionally grab my mother's breasts, enjoying the full and delicate feel they gave me.
My eyes scanned my mother's body, admiring her beautiful figure, especially her round and perky buttocks, which were fully visible in this bent-over position, making me have impure thoughts.
"Mom, can you suck me with your mouth? It's so uncomfortable, I can't ejaculate!"
My mother is usually not very willing to do this. She had only given me oral sex three times before, and that was only when I asked her repeatedly or when she had no other choice. The first time was in a small orchard in my grandmother's village. She was afraid of being discovered and didn't want to take off her clothes, so she had to give me oral sex.
That was incredibly pleasurable; I ejaculated in just four or five minutes. The second time was when my mother was menstruating. I touched her entire body but couldn't penetrate her to ejaculate. I remained in a state of arousal and erection for over an hour, even trying breast sex without ejaculating (my mother didn't object to this, and ejaculating on her full breasts or smooth abdomen was another kind of enjoyment). My mother gave me oral sex. The third time was when my mother and I were traveling. We were less reserved and more relaxed. I pulled my mother to a side wall of a Taoist temple, and she lay on the ground. I inserted my hand from behind, reaching around to her chest and grasping her breasts. Each thrust she made was accompanied by her lifting her hips. There were occasional noises from tourists near the entrance, so we tried to keep quiet. So for over half an hour I still hadn't reached orgasm. This place was too dangerous, so Mom gave me oral sex…
This time in the bathroom, when I asked for oral sex, Mom didn't say anything, just had me lie in the bathtub. She took off her pajamas and underwear and hung them on the door, then naked, she knelt down and sucked my penis.
Mom's full breasts pressed against my thighs and knees, moving back and forth gently, her rosy lips soft and moist, her peach-like labia sucking on the glans. The prone position caused her curvaceous waist to sink downwards, her hips… My mother's round, perky vulva was raised to eye level, and through the dressing mirror opposite, her entire full vulva and
long, slender legs were clearly visible. I mischievously looked in the mirror, raised my foot, and used my toes to rub against my mother's anus and the cleft of her labia. My mother, with my penis in her mouth, was suddenly stimulated and let out a soft "Ah!" "You naughty boy, behave yourself, or Mom will get angry!" I said. "No wonder Qiangzi said the most beautiful vulva in the world is a vulva full of sensation. Mom, your vulva is so obviously sensitive!"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll hit you! Who is that Qiangzi? Don't always hang out with these indecent people."
"Qiangzi is that cockroach in the orchard!"
My mother chuckled, then blushed. That time in the orchard behind my grandmother's house, when my mother was giving me oral sex, we were both flustered, and although I was enjoying it immensely, I was also looking around to see if anyone was coming. I leaned against a small tree trunk, and the tree swayed whenever I moved. In the countryside, especially in the woods, there are many mosquitoes and caterpillars. In the summer, I was so focused on whether any strange insects would fall from the leaves above that I forgot about what was happening below.
My mother was kneeling and giving me oral sex, her skirt trailing on the ground. A cockroach crawled out from a pile of dead leaves, slithered up the inside of her white dress, and crawled into her underwear. My mother jumped up in fright. I was already close to orgasm when my mother's hand, which was gripping my testicles, suddenly loosened. My penis slid out of my mother's mouth, and the pressure was released instantly. I ejaculated uncontrollably, and my face, chest, and skirt were all splattered with semen. I didn't even need the tissues I had prepared to wipe it off. I had originally intended to ejaculate on my mother's... The accidental spitting of cockroaches into a tissue became a secret joke between us. Every time we talked about it, Mom would blush, and I felt an indescribable joy. From then on, cockroaches became a sexually suggestive term for us.
Once, I played a prank. When the family and guests were eating, Mom was bringing out the dishes. I threw a chicken bone to our big white female dog named "Hua Hua" and said, "Here you go. Hold on tight, don't let the cockroach snatch it!" Mom's ears turned red instantly. She said a few words to the guests and went into the kitchen.
I went into the kitchen under the pretense of serving rice. When Mom saw me, she glared at me with a hint of anger. I went over and hugged her. She quickly pulled away and whispered, "Are you kidding me? What time is it? Why are you making jokes like this?"
I said, "It's mealtime! My little cockroach will be hungry too."
"Alright, hurry up and get the rice, stop fooling around!"
I handed the bowl to my mother, asking her to serve me. She was wearing an apron, a white and pink short-sleeved women's shirt, and a knee-length lace skirt. She looked elegant and poised, with a well-proportioned figure. The way she bent down to serve me rice exuded the charm of a virtuous wife and mother, and a mature young woman.
I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around my mother's waist, and kissed her on the cheek. My sudden action almost made her drop the bowl she was holding. Just as she was about to scold me for my impulsiveness, I whispered in her ear: "Mom, you're so beautiful, I love you, you're mine!" She gently placed a hand on the back of my hand and said, "Mom knows, let go quickly, the guests are still eating outside. Mom will let you have your way tonight, okay?" I kissed her, feeling happy, and went out with my dad, grandparents, and others to toast the guests. Before leaving, I casually touched my mother's breast through her thin shirt…
The moonlight was bright outside the bathroom window. My mother was stroking my penis, her mouth sucking on my testicles. Her snow-white buttocks were a strong visual impact on me, and I felt a full, comfortable sensation in my glans. My mother said she had never given my dad oral sex, yet her movements were very gentle and skillful. She had never even watched porn. Her grandparents had given her a very traditional and formal education since she was a child. So when we made love at the Taoist temple, I laughed at my mother for being self-taught.
Actually, what men want is nothing more than a sense of conquest and possession. My mother's submissiveness and gentleness towards the man she loved, coupled with her body and emotions, made her a woman who could satisfy a man's desires. This is probably the inherent nature of a virtuous woman.
I turned on the hot water, stroked my mother's smooth, shiny black hair with one hand, occasionally pressing her head down, and held the showerhead with the other hand to spray water onto my mother's shoulders and back. I watched the water, as transparent as my mother's fair skin, flow down her fragrant shoulders, down her back, and finally converge at the curve of her waist, then split back into the bathtub on both sides of her waist. My penis had the urge to ride on my mother's slender waist and rub against her. It instantly became quite hard.
My mother said the water was too hot, so I stood up to cool it down and inserted it into the wall hole, letting the water mist spray down from above. I turned around and went behind my mother. She was kneeling. I touched her shoulders, then bent my hands down to her round, full breasts, cupping them in my hands. My middle and index fingers pinched her slightly pink nipples, moving and shifting with the undulations of her breasts
. Then I turned my head and kissed her passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, exchanging saliva, our teeth occasionally brushing together. My erect penis pressed against my mother's back, mimicking the motions of thrusting.
The feeling of conquest overwhelmed me once more. My mother and I made two soft "hmm" sounds as we joined our lips. I pressed her down, making her support herself on her hands, and straddled her, my legs clamping around her slender waist. I reached for the showerhead, and while thrusting my hips back and forth, I slightly turned to the side, spraying warm water onto her firm, fleshy buttocks and genitals. My mother couldn't help but moan softly as the water caressed her, her buttocks and body trembling slightly, as if there was a thrusting force from behind.
I also placed my other hand on her buttocks, squeezing and slapping them forcefully. The sound of the slap was crisp and mesmerizing, and my mother would let out a groan. I felt like a valiant knight urging a beautiful mare to gallop across the boundless, mysterious grassland.
"Giddy up!" I shouted in a daze. My mother, beneath me, chuckled again. She said, "You really think you're riding a horse? Your immersion makes you look like an actor." I said, "I am riding Mom, riding my own mother! Haha!" With that, I squeezed my legs together and slapped my mother's bottom, shouting "Giddy up!" again.
Mom's face flushed red. "You naughty boy, your dad isn't as frivolous as you!"
"It's precisely because he's too serious that he doesn't appreciate Mom. And that's why Mom chose him, isn't it?"
"Your dad is a talented man. I value his talent and responsibility."
"Bullshit! If my dad understood responsibility, he wouldn't have gotten a 17-year-old girl pregnant at 21!" "
You…don't talk about your dad. Look at how much he's sacrificed for our family. Don't you have any conscience?"
Dad and Mom grew up in the same village. Dad lost his mother at a young age. He was two years older than Mom and started school three years later, just in the same grade as her. The difficult environment forced him to shoulder the family's burdens early. Every day, he would get up before dawn to cook for his younger siblings, then feed his ailing father, wash him, and then go to school in the village center.
Mom was a kind and sensitive girl from a young age. Seeing Dad's diligence, she often helped him catch up on his missed lessons. The two gradually developed a deep affection. From elementary school to middle school to university, they were in the same school, and naturally, they fell in love. When my mother was 17, she and her husband had an affair under the big magnolia tree in the village. She became pregnant with me
, and my grandfather beat her severely for the first time. My father was also frequently chased and beaten by my grandfather when he came to visit. But people in the countryside have traditional values, so since it had happened, they had no choice but to silently accept it and secretly agreed to let them register their marriage, without holding a wedding banquet. My mother had to take two years off from school because of this, and after giving birth to me, she took a period of recovery before returning to school—of course, she went to the same school as my father. They rented a house off-campus, and during class, my mother often left me alone in the dormitory.
My mother felt sorry for me and would often skip class to come back and breastfeed me. At that time, my little purple mouth would always suckle fiercely, as if expressing my dissatisfaction. My mother once joked that when I was little, I was like a little hungry wolf. Whenever I saw my mother, I would touch her breasts, thirstily exploring her nipples, and sucking and biting them fiercely, which hurt my mother so much that she almost cried several times! Although taking care of me distracted her a lot, she never fell behind in her studies. This was probably inherited from her grandmother's intelligence and beauty.
My mother and father's past often made me inexplicably jealous. I would strangely think, "My dad got lucky." A remark from that neighbor's rascal came back to mind: "Your dad must be having a blast!
" "Mom, you like magnolias because of your beautiful memories under the magnolia tree in your youth, right?"
"I'll hit you! Don't joke about Mom!" Mom said softly
. My penis hardened again. Jealousy and a possessive desire made me press against Mom's back and thrust forcefully. "Hmph, Mom, that little rascal Dad got a taste of a swan, and you're helping him twist justice. Grandpa didn't whip you enough back then, so now I'll punish you again on his behalf..." Saying this, I slapped Mom's buttocks three or four times. My actions made Mom chuckle. I said: "Don't laugh, be serious!"
Seeing my feigned seriousness, Mom smiled and cooperated with my actions, saying, "I won't do it again, brother, please be gentle, okay?"
I lowered the showerhead, letting it slide to the center of the bathtub, spraying it upwards towards Mom's lower abdomen and perineum. Mom let out a soft moan. I touched her plump buttocks, letting her gently rotate her waist around the water jet. The ample stimulation quickly aroused Mom, and her vagina became wet. With
my hands free, my movements became much easier. I pulled a towel from the shelf and wrapped it around Mom's neck, breathing heavily in her ear. The breath made Mom itch and let out a weak moan. "Mom, you are my woman. No one but me can touch your body at will! I am your only man. Dad is a scoundrel!"
Perhaps it was the unusual words and the constant stimulation of the water jet from her lower body, but Mom didn't respond to my unreasonable words as she had before. Her rebuttal only fueled my aggression, for our heightened lust drove us mad, oblivious to everything else, demanding everything from each other. I sat upright, clamping my legs around my mother's neck, lifting my buttocks slightly before straddling her lower back, or forcefully teasing the small indentations on her smooth spine with my penis. My testicles pressed against her flesh, and her swaying hips around the water jet caused my testicles to rub against her. I felt as if I were rubbing honey in cotton; the trembling, the pleasure, and my weight made my mother limply lie down, supporting herself with her elbows. She would occasionally lower or raise her buttocks to adjust the intensity of the water jet's stimulation on her lower abdomen and genitals. Astride her, I felt the up-and-down motion of riding a horse across the grasslands. I thought, if I had a whip in my hand at that moment, I would not hesitate to lash my mother's fleshy buttocks and long thighs. I couldn't help but utter a powerful and lewd statement: "The man who rides his mother is the happiest man in the world!"
Before I became a man, my mother's man, I also considered myself the happiest boy. As mentioned earlier, I spent my infancy in a rented room near the school. Being far from home and without any relatives or friends made my mother especially dote on me. She would try her best to satisfy my many willful demands. Occasionally, when I made her angry, she would scold me a few times, then coax me a bit, just like a typical mother who loves her son, and that would be the end of it. So when my father asked my mother to wean me when I was a little over two years old, it never worked.
After my father said it too many times, my mother would secretly let me suckle her breast while touching her breast when he wasn't around, because she couldn't resist my affectionate pleas. Every day, I would sleep in the same bed with my mother, and I would always stroke her body until I was tired before falling asleep contentedly. Sometimes, my father would make heavy snoring sounds from the bed next door, separated by a wooden partition, and my mother and I would hug each other affectionately—of course, at that time, it was mostly a display of motherly intimacy and closeness between mother and son.
After my father graduated, he was initially assigned to work in the local municipal government office and lived in the staff dormitory, returning to our rented room once a week on Sundays. Therefore, I spent most of my time at home with my mother before I turned ten (she was assigned to teach at a middle school in the city, but applied for a three-year leave to take care of me). During the day, my mother taught me to read and play the piano. I would sit on her lap, and she would hold me and teach me word by word, her breath blowing against my ear as she spoke. When I played the piano, her large hands would press down on my small hands to press the keys, like lovers with their fingers intertwined. The sunset shining through the window at dusk was like a classical picture of mother and son playing music.
In the evenings, when we had nothing to do, we would lie on the sofa and watch TV. I would cling to my mother, and if there was a scary scene, I would hide in her arms, with one leg straddling her waist and abdomen. At that time, my height was exactly between my mother's breasts and the junction of her genitals and thighs. Whenever I was being affectionate or watching a scary movie, I would bury my face in my mother's breasts, and my heels and toes would touch my mother's protruding, round vulva. Her pajamas and underwear were mostly thin cotton and silk, so it felt almost like they were touching her skin. This comfort made me naturally and often put my feet on my mother's vulva, but at that time I didn't know how to appreciate women. Whenever this happens, Mom gently strokes my head with her maternal instincts: "Baby, Mommy's here, it's okay!" I'll scratch and rub all over Mommy, pretending to be scared: "Baby's scared, Mommy's going to kiss me!"
Mommy will always smile and kiss my face and lips. I'll playfully suck on Mommy's full lips and tongue for a long time, and Mommy will pretend to struggle and say, "Baby, let go, Mommy can't breathe!" Sometimes, I'll roll over and straddle her belly, and she'll tickle me, and the two of us will roll around on the narrow sofa.
We experience a joy and a sense of closeness that we don't usually get from playing intimate games with our mothers. In fact, I still love kissing my mother's lips because she used to blow on the food to cool it down before feeding me, and she would test the temperature in her mouth before feeding me. When I threw a tantrum and refused to eat, she would say, "Baby, be good. You need to eat more so you can grow up quickly."
"No, it's too hard to eat!" "If it's hard to eat, Mommy will eat half and you can eat the other half, okay?"
She would scoop up a mouthful of rice with a spoon, hold it in her mouth, and then feed it to me. I would protest loudly, "Mommy is lying, you didn't eat!"
After I said that, no matter how she coaxed me, I wouldn't eat. She had no choice but to say, "Mommy won't lie to you anymore. Mommy will eat most of it first, and you can eat a little bit, okay?" Mommy would put a big mouthful of rice in her mouth, and I only needed to eat the part that she spat out.
From then on, I loved the game of scooping rice from Mommy's mouth, and my appetite increased a lot. Mommy was very happy to have found a way to coax me to eat more. Every time we ate, she would hold me in her arms, and I would hold Mommy's full breasts with both hands and knead them. My mouth and tongue would explore Mommy's mouth. The rice and vegetables, coated with Mommy's saliva, were incredibly nutritious and helped me grow tall and strong. So my top-notch kissing and French kissing skills were built on a solid foundation laid by my mother.
During the ten years we lived in a rented apartment, my close relationship with my mother seemed to exclude my father. He often joked that he was jealous, that his wife was not good to him, and that his son only recognized his mother.
Especially on Sundays when he was home (at which time my willfulness and mischief would be much less), if my mother and I were whispering something and he wanted to eavesdrop, I would say to my mother, "Mom, let's kiss and talk, so Dad won't eavesdrop, he's a bad guy!" My mother would also deliberately say, "That's right, baby is so good, Dad is not good at all, Mom will kiss you!"
My mother and I would kiss as if no one else was around, occasionally making "smack" kissing and sucking sounds. My father would look helpless and pretend to be angry or innocent, saying, "How annoying, son is giving Mom back to Dad!"
My father would pounce on us and playfully tease us. I knew that this was one of the few times he and my mother were close. His hands would take the opportunity to explore my mother's body, and when the time was right, he would even send signals to my mother asking for sex. My mother would occasionally use excuses to send me away to satisfy my father
. Fortunately, these moments that made me unhappy were not many. Whenever they did this, I would act out of childish jealousy, retaliating against my mother or playing pranks on her while watching TV, roughly touching her, pressing her body down, and kissing her harder. Perhaps this is how my possessiveness was unintentionally cultivated. This jealousy also made me experience the pleasure of my lower body rubbing against her soft flesh when I vigorously rocked against her breasts or waist, especially the ecstasy of my testicles pressed against the base of her breasts. From whispering sweet nothings to venting my jealousy by riding on my mother's breasts, I gained a sense of power as a man, even though I was only five or six years old at the time...
"My mother's saliva is the superior nutrition that makes me a man!" I thought, releasing the towel wrapped around my mother's neck, stepping back and straddling her elastic, snow-white buttocks, pressing my glans against the edge of her anus. I clearly felt her anus contract slightly
before my whole body pressed against her. One hand reached under her ribs to grasp her breasts, which were like crystal cotton, while the other hand wrapped around her neck, turning my head to kiss her lips that exuded the scent of a mature and beautiful woman. Our tongues skillfully stimulated each other's mouths. My mother's body trembled weakly as she knelt in the bathtub. I wrapped my body around every inch of her skin, repeatedly rubbing my penis against her perineum and anus.
Each time the head of my penis entered her anus, I felt inexplicably excited: it was my mother's sacred place, where nothing had ever been inserted or withdrawn except for excrement—I was ashamed of this sordid thought, but even more so, I felt stimulation and pleasure. I thrust forcefully into her anus, feeling its elasticity as it dipped inward, grinding against it persistently. My mother let out a soft "hmm" from my sucking mouth; I knew it was her protest, that she was afraid I would actually penetrate her.
The intimate "communication" my mother and I had cultivated since childhood allowed us to easily understand each other's meaning based on a small gesture or the intensity of a sound. This intimate communication might be why my mother didn't object to breast play; because I often rode and touched her breasts when I was little, the act of breast play reminded her of my childhood self, triggering her maternal love and making her even more tender. I regret not being more intimate with my mother's anus back then; that way, she wouldn't have felt uncomfortable with me inserting it.
It's just that comics, books, and computers weren't as widespread back then, otherwise I would definitely have a clear understanding of women and wouldn't have kissed and hugged my mother like a clueless child. I really envy kids these days who can get enough sexual knowledge from the internet and books, becoming so knowledgeable even before reaching adolescence, absorbing plenty of pornographic content. Once, I almost realized my dream of ejaculating through my mother's anus. Six months ago, my father was promoted to deputy division commander in the military region. His colleagues and friends booked a five-star hotel for him to hold a celebration party. Our family and my father's closest friends and superiors frequently raised their glasses in a large private room. My father got very drunk all night, and my mother shielded him from a lot of drinks. The regimental commander, who often had inappropriate thoughts about my mother, leered at her body all night. I really wanted to punch him. Meanwhile, my father's superior, a man in his fifties, kept touching and teasing his wife, who was in her twenties, even performing a kissing game with half a piece of fruit in his mouth amidst everyone's cheers. Around 1 a.m., we went back to our room. Dad immediately fell asleep and started snoring loudly.
I had also drunk some red wine (Mom had jokingly warned Dad's colleagues and friends not to give students
alcohol, as it would corrupt the pillars of the nation, so she only let me have soda and a little wine). Mom's face was also flushed from the alcohol. Ignoring Dad lying on the edge of the bed, I grabbed Mom, picked her up, and kissed her passionately, my hands grabbing her buttocks and breasts. I threw her onto the bed, pulled down my pants, and pounced on her, straddling her pelvis. My erect penis was pressing against her navel, my testicles and her vulva making close contact through her silk skirt and thin lace panties.
Dad, lying beside us, bounced up and down under the pressure of my attack. He wiped his mouth, the wine dripping onto his collar; he was probably dreaming he was on a boat rocking at sea. The opportunity to have sex with Mom in front of Dad gave me immense sexual excitement and a sense of conquering everything. Although Mom was still somewhat sober, she was also a little drunk. The alcohol made us less restrained, and she didn't stop my recklessness. Occasionally, she would cooperate with my actions.
I flipped Mom's skirt up to her waist, and reached back to pull off her panties. She lifted her thighs as I did so, letting the panties slide out and hang on her right knee. She bent her legs to support my back, and my testicles were nestled inside Mom's thighs, tightly interlocked with her vulva.
I began to thrust wildly back and forth, my glans rubbing against Mom's navel as if it were a vagina. Pleasure traveled from her anus to my lower abdomen, rising to my nipples and lips. I couldn't take it anymore. I climbed onto Mom's body, tearing and ripping her skirt off her waist. I ripped off her bra, and her snow-white, swollen breasts immediately jumped out in front of me. I immediately grabbed them and sucked on the entire areola,
like a starving wolf eager to devour Mom's breasts, fiercely expressing a man's insatiable desire for the curves of a mature woman. The "pop" sound as my tongue left my mother's breast, combined with her alluring moans and my father's snoring, became the most captivating melody. My thrusting hips caused the bed to undulate, and from the side, my father's body moving with the bed resembled an upward thrusting motion, perfectly matching my downward thrusting into my mother—it was practically a 3P: I was on top, penetrating my mother's vagina, my mother in the middle, and my father "penetrating" her buttocks!
In my mind, I imagined my father vying with me for my mother's body, and that part of my mother's moans was an immediate reaction to my father "penetrating" her… I couldn't tolerate this thought, yet it also attracted and stimulated me. I couldn't help but increase the force and speed of my attack on my mother's body, as if a final battle horn was urging me to launch a frenzied attack, determined to occupy my mother's beautiful "fortress" before the enemy, to possess her before the enemy defiled her!
I shifted my hips from my mother's pelvis to her waist, my chest pressing against her round, bowl-like breasts, our nipples touching and sticking together. After a while, I breathed heavily and whispered in her red ear, "Mom, I want to fuck your ass!" My mother closed her eyes slightly, the alcohol making her moan alluringly. Ignoring her consent, I flipped her over and straddled her, thrusting my penis into her buttocks. Lust quickened my blood flow, and the alcohol permeated my entire body, making my penis even harder and more powerful.
I half-squatted, one hand holding my mother's soft, smooth hand, pressing her breasts half against the sheet, the other guiding my penis up and down, searching for her anus. The alcohol had significantly impaired my ability to accurately calculate distances, and after several attempts, I still couldn't reach
her buttocks. In my eyes, it looked like a deep, underwater valley in the Atlantic Ocean. The hotel's orange-yellow lights shone darkly on my mother's snow-white buttocks, making it impossible for me to find the black chimney that could erupt like an underwater volcano. "Mom, where exactly is your black chimney, your anus?" I said, shaking my head slightly, my eyes glazed.
Finally, my glans touched a circle with a slightly warm sensation. I knew that must be my mother's anus. I thrust diagonally in the direction of the opening—it was so tight! With only half of my penis inside, the sudden insertion stimulated my mother's rectum, causing her to open her eyes and become much more awake. She tried to turn over to stop me, but I pressed down on her back tightly, my movements on her buttocks continuing. She knew I was in the throes of passion, and with the alcohol numbing her senses, she only said, "Put on a condom. Your dad has some in his bag; it's dirty there." So I took the
condoms from my dad's bag. The condoms my mom and I had specially picked out at a specialty store yesterday to celebrate today's banquet. They were ultra-thin and slightly fragrant, almost like wearing nothing at all, and they even had an aphrodisiac effect.
He was drunk and hadn't used them, so I was going to use them for him. I got off my mother and went to the sofa. I rummaged in my dad's briefcase and found two condoms. Holding the condoms, I turned around and saw Mom lying on the bed beside Dad's slightly protruding belly, her smooth, round buttocks exposed. I grabbed a piece of Mom's silk dress that was scattered on the floor and smelled it. The intoxicatingly feminine scent made me dizzy. I
slapped Mom's buttocks twice; they bounced like a spring mattress. I couldn't help but slap them a couple more times. Mom groaned a few times but remained motionless with her eyes closed. I knew Mom had drunk quite a bit with the guests, and the alcohol was making her drowsy. Thinking of this, I put the condoms I had taken out back in my briefcase, stroked Mom's buttocks for half a minute, and then mounted her. Mom was half asleep and didn't know I wasn't wearing a condom. She just whispered for me to be gentle because her anus was too tight and there was no lubrication. My glans felt a little uncomfortable when I inserted it. I bent down and sucked on my mother's anus for two or three minutes before inserting my penis, but the effect was still not good. So I lay down on my mother's lower body and started to tease her labia with two fingers. When it was a little wet, I inserted my fingers into her vagina. Soon, my mother's vaginal walls secreted a lot of lubricating fluid.
I stood up, spread her buttocks, and inserted my penis into her vagina, moving it back and forth until my penis was covered with my mother's feminine fluid. Then I first used my fingers to spread her buttocks a little, then aimed at her anus and rubbed the anus-like opening, slowly inserting it. With the help of my mother's lubricating fluid, it went in much more smoothly
. Two-thirds of my penis was already swallowed by my mother's tight and elastic rectal sphincter. That is the most powerful internal structure of a woman, controlling the peristalsis of the intestines and the excretion of feces. It allows the waste in the 5 to 6-meter-long large intestine to move and be expelled smoothly.
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