Delicate Mother and Child's Ecstasy

My hometown is surrounded by mountains, with a mountain stream in front of the house. The scenery is beautiful and the air is fresh.
September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival, and my mother and I went back to pay our respects. I hadn't been back
to my hometown for many years; after graduating, I was unemployed at home, so on September 9th, I went back with my mother to pay our respects, hoping to refresh myself and adjust my mindset before trying to find a job again. My mother and I took an overnight bus and arrived in my hometown at 9 am. My ancestral home, due to years of disrepair and its long history, collapsed in a storm. Now we can only stay at an uncle's house, which is located halfway up the mountain. The house is small, so there aren't many beds. At night, I can only share a bed with my mother.
The weather on the mountain is strange; it's quite warm until 11 pm, very cold after midnight, and quite chilly until 11 am. There's a high mountain in front of our house, so we don't see the sun until after 11 am, making the mornings generally very cold.
My mother and I arrived early, so we hadn't started the ancestral worship yet. That time, the whole family worshipped, and it was a large-scale event. My family only needs to provide financial assistance; we don't need much help, like repairing the ancestral temple. My mother and I have a very good relationship, though we sometimes have a generation gap and are quite open in our communication. That day, my mother and I took a bus to the city center to see what local specialties we could buy.
My mother is a very cheerful woman, 41 years old, with a fair complexion and a face shape somewhat resembling Zhao Yazhi. She is neatly dressed and enjoys skincare and grooming, looking somewhat like a wealthy lady. She is about 160cm tall. My mother and I went to an amusement park outside the city for a while, then went shopping and bought some local specialties. We had lunch outside the city and returned to my uncle's house around 3 pm.
That evening, we ate some local specialties; the taste was okay, but quite bland. My mother and I were a bit tired from playing, so we showered around 8 pm and went back to our room. I watched TV in my room while my mother chatted with relatives outside. Around 10 pm, my mother showered again and returned to her room.
My mother had just finished showering; her hair was still a little wet. She was wearing a rather cute set of pajamas, pajamas from many years ago. She started arranging the things she had bought that day. I called to her, "We can do that tomorrow; let's watch some entertainment." It was a type of program she liked, so she agreed and sat next to me, chatting with me about the celebrities on TV.
I don't like watching TV (I prefer the computer), and as we chatted, my eyelids started to get tired. So I leaned on my mother's shoulder, holding her left hand with both of my hands, and closed my eyes to rest. My mother saw me and told me to go to sleep, but I don't like going to bed early. I said, "Just wait a bit; let me close my eyes and rest." So we leaned against each other like that, chatting. My mother's body was neither too fat nor too plump; her body had a moderate amount of fat, making her very comfortable to lean on—at least I couldn't feel any hardness.
I said, "Mom, it feels so comfortable leaning against you, so soft, and there's a faint scent of soap." My mother replied, "If you're comfortable, lie down a little longer. Is this wooden bed uncomfortable?" I nodded. My mother continued, "We were poor before, and your father and I slept on this kind of bed. Thinking back, I was working to earn money while your father continued his studies. Now he's an engineering designer, it really wasn't easy..." I nodded again, and my mother continued talking. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
When I woke up, my mother was holding me to her chest, preparing to lift me up. I was woken up, my eyes still blurry, probably from playing too much that day. I lazily wrapped my arms around the base of my mother's head, vaguely feeling the elasticity of her breasts, which felt incredibly comfortable.
My mother tried to lift me up, but she couldn't. Seeing me still half-awake, she shook me awake. I wanted my mother to lift me up, but it was too late. Once awake, I jumped directly into bed and went back to sleep. Holding the blanket, my mother turned off the light and got into bed. My mother slept next to me. The wooden bed was small, just enough for the two of us. After she lay down, I soon turned to my side and wrapped my arms around her right arm, my head close to hers, my body resting against her lower left side—just touching, nothing more. My mother let me be.
We slept like that. Sometime in the middle of the night, it was very cold outside. I'm sensitive to the cold, so I woke up, but my mind was still hazy. My body seemed to instinctively move towards warmth. My hand was gripping the top of my mother's right arm, my legs wrapped around the inside of her thighs, my head pressed against the side of her neck. It was so cold! I curled up.
Even under the covers, I still felt shivering. My mother's left hand was around my back, urging me to sleep closer for warmth. Gradually, I became more awake, but too lazy to move, so I remained curled up beside her.
Half an hour passed, and my mother seemed to fall asleep. Her warm breath warmed my face, and I felt increasingly attached to her. At this moment, I became awake. My right hand and right foot were constantly touching my mother's hands and feet to warm them, which felt very comforting. My mother seemed to be sleeping soundly.
As I touched her, I moved my hand up her right arm, touching her face. I felt her loveliness, and my heart was instantly moved (the kind of love between mother and child—she is such a good mother). After touching her for a while, unintentionally, my hand simply moved downwards, and accidentally touched my mother's breast. My mother's breasts were medium to large, soft and tender, not very elastic. I accidentally touched them, and suddenly my attention shifted to my mother's breasts.
But I didn't dare to reach out and touch them. At that time, my head was between my mother's necks. I deliberately moved my head down, slowly bringing my cheek to the front of my mother's breasts, only touching a little bit of soft, swollen flesh. I thoroughly enjoyed that comfortable and tender texture. At that moment, my body felt a little hot and I was also very nervous, but I still rubbed against her very, very gently.
A minute later, my mother was still asleep. My right hand, trembling, slowly moved upwards, my palm resting on her right breast. My palm touched a bit of her clothes, but it was very hot, almost sweaty. I slowly pressed down with my right middle finger, gently stroking her right breast. The sensation was incredibly stimulating, but I was afraid of waking her. My right middle finger pressed against the flesh beside her breast—it felt so good! As I pressed, I began to gently press on her nipple. Her nipple was very soft, with a slightly tingling sensation.
After a few presses, I began to gently press down with my palm, from below her breast, my fingers on the nipple. I paused for a moment, a chill running through me, my mouth watering slightly. Then I gently grasped my mother's right breast (my hand was below her breast), pressing lightly from below, squeezing from both sides with my little finger and thumb, while my middle finger gently rubbed around the nipple. It was so soft, so comfortable, so stimulating.
At this moment, I kept a close eye on my mother, afraid she might suddenly wake up.
My right hand continued to caress her breasts, very gently pressing and rubbing her nipples, lightly pinching them with two fingers and rubbing them in a circular motion. My lower body was burning hot, and I pressed my abdomen against my mother's thigh. She was wearing pajamas, and my penis was pressed against the side of her leg. I could feel a strong, tingling sensation from her thigh. My penis was hard and erect, and I wanted to rub against her, to stimulate her, but I was afraid of waking her, so I could only keep my penis against her side leg.
Because my right hand was touching my mother's breast, she didn't seem to be awake. Her pajamas were short, and I boldly reached my hand down from under her pajamas, slowly moving my right hand. I felt the distance was very far, and it took a long time before I finally touched my mother's breast. Instantly, I felt a thunderous sensation, my heart and head burning. My whole hand was on my mother's breast, and I dared not move. After a while, my hand felt like a worm crawling on my mother's breast, very warm.
My right hand, absorbing her body heat, felt incredibly comfortable. As I touched her, it gradually moved to her entire breast. My thumb and the finger between my thumbs gently circled her nipple, swirling it lightly. At first, the rotation was very gentle, but as the stimulation intensified, I became bolder, gently pinching and squeezing her nipple.
After a while, her nipple hardened, and her entire breast seemed to come alive, softening and swelling. At that point, I didn't care anymore; I simply used my right hand to gently squeeze her breast, pressing my palm against it, feeling as if it had grown even larger. I began rubbing her breast with my palm, gently massaging it from bottom to top.
I rubbed my palm against my mother's nipple, and a continuous electric shock surged from my palm, traveling to my heart like an electric shock. My palm was suspended in mid-air, with my mother's nipple only partially touching it. I moved my palm left and
right, up and down, until my mother's nipple just barely touched my palm. The feeling was even more dynamic than touching a breast (you must try it if you have the chance). Waves of electric shocks traveled through my heart, and in my excitement, I squeezed my right palm harder than before. At that moment, my mother moved slightly. She turned her head towards me, shifted her waist back, and leaned slightly towards me. I was instantly terrified and froze, my breath catching in my throat. My hand remained on her breast, still gripping it, but I dared not let go for fear of waking her.
After about three minutes, my mother didn't move. My right hand, which was still gripping my mother's breast, felt a little wet. I gently released my mother's breast.
I slowly reached out to touch my mother's breast. I was terrified she would wake up, so I stopped all further intrusion.
After about ten minutes, the initial shock subsided, and I calmed down. Once I was sure she was still asleep, my heart started racing again. This time, I was much bolder. I gently pushed the blankets covering us down, and lightly lifted her nightgown. I shifted back to make it easier to lift her clothes. After a while, her breast popped out.
It turned out that while lifting her clothes, I had accidentally pushed her breast up as well, and her nipple had lightly touched my left hand. This time it was her left breast. I continued to lift her nightgown, and with my right hand, I began to gently scratch her breast, my four fingers making a "tap-tap" motion, my thumb pressing and pushing upwards on her nipple. The bumps near her nipple (I can't type the word) stood up (those small bumps around the breast), becoming more and more noticeable with each rub. Then I rubbed them in a circle, and then with both fingers interlaced, swirling them like a turbine.
After playing with it for a while, I grew bolder, moved my head down a little, grabbed the entire breast with my right hand, squeezed it, and brought it to my mouth. My lips touched my mother's nipple, and I felt a slight itch. I then wiggled the nipple up and down against my lips. Stimulated and aroused, I suddenly opened my mouth and took my mother's nipple into my mouth.
After a while, I stuck out my tongue and touched my mother's nipple. Instantly, my mother's right breast twitched and shuddered. The movement was a bit too big, and I was startled and stopped. I looked at my mother and felt that her breathing seemed to have become heavier, and the temperature of her breath had risen. I felt a warm, enveloping feeling.
After a while, I began to suckle my mother's nipple. My mother's nipple deeply touched my tongue, and I also felt the bumps around it. My head and tongue swirled around the upper part of her breast, while my right hand was also busy, grasping my mother's right breast and making palm and finger movements, but the grasping force was still light.
However, my mother's right breast and nipple were unusually sharp. I grabbed them with my fingers and rubbed them upwards, stretching them longer and longer until the nipple, like a flower petal, parted slightly. The center of the nipple resembled a volcano crater, opening outwards. I used two fingers to pinch the sides of the nipple, while my thumb pressed down firmly on the center of the parted nipple, rubbing it. As I rubbed, the opening widened, and I could feel it getting slightly wet.
My tongue wasn't idle either; it was sucking. I opened my mouth wide, taking half of my mother's breast deep into my mouth, my saliva soaking most of her breast. As I sucked and held it, my mother's heart pounded, and I could feel the rhythm of that throbbing in my mouth—a subtle, dynamic art. My tongue, sucking and swirling around the nipple, was like my fingers clamping down, the pressure varying, and my mother's breast rose and fell with it.
Strangely, as I suckled, I felt the nipple of my mother's left breast gradually shrink from its initial sharpness. The more I kissed, rubbed, and sucked, the smaller the nipple became, eventually turning into a small, round, but slippery one. My tongue greedily swirled and stirred that tiny nipple. My right breast's nipple and clitoris were both erect from my right palm's caresses; the right breast seemed slightly larger than the left (in my opinion).
I half-propped myself up, my left hand grasping my mother's left breast, both hands attacking her firm breasts. At this point, I stopped suckling, enjoying the feel of my mother's soft breasts. I then touched my mother's nipples with both palms, hovering them above my head, making circles with my palms just touching them.
The sensation of my mother's nipples against my palms was indescribable (try this with your wife when you see this), the pleasure grew increasingly pleasurable, and my movements became faster.
The nipple of my mother's right breast (the one I was suckling) quickly became sharp again under my rapid and intense touch, and it even grew longer and longer with each rotation of my hand. The nipple was so long that it began to circle along with my palm.
Waves of pleasure surged through my heart and mind. After rotating my hand, I switched to a flag-raising gesture, using my thumb to rub my mother's nipple from the inside out, hoping to lengthen it. During my vigorous rubbing, my mother slightly shifted her body, arching and moving closer to me. I was already burning with desire, and my hands continued rubbing.
Because my mother's breasts were relatively large, I brought her nipples together with both hands, rubbing them together with increasing force, feeling the agitation in her body become even more intermittent.
I opened my mouth wide and took both of my mother's nipples into my mouth at once, my tongue intertwining between them. To make it easier for me to suckle my mother's breasts, I moved my body down a little, moving much closer. I straddled my mother's leg with my left foot, and my lower body, almost unconsciously, pressed against my mother's smooth thigh, moving up and down. The pleasure wasn't very intense.
However, I felt my penis burning hot, and all other sensations paled in comparison to the heat of my penis. But the paler it felt, the more restless my desire became, and the more I wanted to move, the more intense my movements became. Especially during the movements, I deliberately pulled my lower body back, offering my lower body, putting my penis in a penetrating position, or pressing it downwards, and that feeling was slightly more intense. The
sensation in my lower body surpassed the pleasure my lips received from my mother's breasts, but my lips still unconsciously licked my mother's breasts and the skin of her chest.
After rubbing my lower body for a while, I released my mother's breasts and began to caress the skin around them. I stretched out my tongue and traced lines on her chest, from her left breast to her right, as if drawing or writing. Then, I slowly traced lines down her neck.
For some reason, when I touched her neck, I felt the veins throbbing intensely. I then began to suck and rub my tongue against her neck, sucking particularly hard, and her reaction was very noticeable. I grew bolder and moved my body upwards, grabbing her ears with both hands, licking and sucking her neck with my tongue and saliva. My lower body moved further and further upwards, pressing against half of her lower abdomen.
The more I suckled, the stronger my mother's reaction became. I could feel her breath growing stronger, her exhalations making me feel a rush of air against my head. At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else. I continued sucking, slowly kissing my mother's cheek, only sticking out my tongue to trace patterns on her face. My lower body gradually covered my mother's entire lower body.
At this moment, my penis was very long and hard, pressing directly above my mother's private parts. I increased the force of my lower body movements, rubbing against her lower body and feeling the bones of her lower body pressing against the bones on both sides of my body, which was a little painful. So I moved down a little, my penis almost pressing against my mother's tender private parts. We were wearing relatively thin clothes, and I could feel the heat from my mother's lower body surrounding my penis. The alternation of hot and cold during the movement was incredibly pleasant.
With this hot and cold pleasure and the warm throbbing of my mother's flesh, I moved my lower body more and more vigorously. At this point, I stopped sucking on my mother, propped myself up with my hands, and allowed my lower body to have the greatest possible contact with my mother's private parts.
As I moved my lower body, it felt as if I were making love to my mother. Her body was being pushed up and down by my rather forceful movements, shifting across the bed. She didn't make any other movements, just remained still, as if waiting for something. I already knew she was awake.
The movement continued, my lower body moving gently up and down, back and forth, through her clothes, feeling the warmth of her private parts. It felt like fantasizing, a bit like buttock sex on a public transport, but more real, more intensely stimulating. We were locked in a physical struggle, and during this struggle, my penis gradually lost interest. I began to feel the increased friction of the clothing against my penis, but it was uncomfortable.
I gradually stopped this movement and started kissing my mother's skin again, pressing my body closer to hers, kissing her neck. My left hand roamed and caressed her right side; her body was very warm. After a while, my hand moved down, touching the outside of her thighs, but after less than two seconds, I moved to the inside, avoiding her genitals. Her inner thighs were very warm, and her skin was smooth.
My mother was wearing those thin, soft boxer shorts-style pajama bottoms. I stroked her inner thighs, my fingers sometimes applying more pressure, sometimes pinching the flesh; her thighs were very supple. Slowly, my hand unconsciously moved to the area above her genitals. Her genitals were prominent, large but soft, and warm—a sensation no less pleasurable than stroking her breasts, each with its own unique characteristics.
I was excited. My left hand covered her entire mons pubis, like grabbing a nipple, in a rather rough way. The process felt slightly rough, and I could feel her pubic hair moving as I stroked it. My rough caresses of her mons pubis, with moderate pressure and speed, felt like playing with sand.
My lips were also kissing her body, skin, and various parts of her breasts. I slipped my thumb inside my mother's mons pubis, pressing and massaging it against the top. It was still through her underwear, but the area above it was incredibly wet. When I pressed, it felt sticky, and my thumb was surrounded by a layer of fluid.
The more I pressed and rubbed, the slipperier it became. I rubbed it with a little more force, and my mother seemed to move quite strongly. I ignored her (I knew she was awake). Because she was on her side, I could only insert my fingers and rub them against her underwear.
As I touched her, I pulled her underwear down with my thumb, and my thumb touched her mons pubis. This was her vulva, incredibly slippery and wet. It felt like my entire thumb wasn't touching it. I started by gently sliding it, slowly sliding it. During this process, I felt a small clitoris, and I lingered there, increasing the pressure and rubbing it.
My mother's lower body moved with each rub, her body twitching with each upward movement. The mons pubis, so rhythmic and uniquely charming, I rubbed against it, then moved down towards the clitoris, pressing down hard. My thumb felt like it was entering another world, a unique realm.
Indeed, inside my mother's vagina, my thumb was halfway in, and I began to stir and squeeze it. My mother's vagina was very moist, and because my thumb was quite large, it almost filled the entire vagina. The process of my thumb pressing in and out had a unique sensation. At first, it was slow, but then the force and speed increased, becoming continuous, like pressing the space bar on a keyboard, pressing in and out forcefully.
My mother went down and I pressed in and out, constantly shifting back and forth, her lower body movements varied and fascinating. As I pressed deeper and deeper, almost my entire thumb entered my mother's vagina, beginning the in-and-out motion. As the saying goes, getting in is easy, getting out is hard (a somewhat exaggerated analogy). My thumb slid deep into my mother's mons pubis, and as I pulled it out, my mother's vagina seemed to be sucking on my thumb (a rather strong sensation). After a few minutes of thrusting, I began to carefully feel the inner walls of my mother's vagina with my thumb. The inner walls were incredibly smooth and tender
, even smoother than lubricant. It felt like the skin of the inner walls was touching real flesh. I started moving in and out of the inner walls, and with more force, I could feel a slightly rough, granular texture. Perhaps this is something women intentionally create naturally to stimulate a man's penis. As I played with her inner walls, my mother felt even more intensely than before. The more intense it was, the harder I rubbed them, at a very fast speed and with great force. I felt my thumb getting very tired, but I enjoyed it. The intense memories of my mother's body gave me a unique stimulation and thrill.
After about 10 minutes, a liquid leaked out of my mother's vagina. Why did it feel a little cold? Perhaps it was because my thumb was warm from rubbing, making her liquid seem cold in comparison. When it leaked out, my mother's lower body arched up considerably, her torso and waist forming a semi-arched bridge.
My mother woke up!
I was stunned for a moment, everything stopped. My mother moved her body back slightly, and I quickly pulled my hand out of her vagina. At that moment, my body was pressing against my mother. I froze, not knowing what to say or do... I could only stand there, those few seconds felt like an eternity. Because I couldn't see my mother's expression very clearly, she just stood there for a moment, looking at me, and I looked at her too.
My mother paused there, as if pondering something, or perhaps angry, or maybe waiting for something. At that moment, I was absolutely terrified, even losing all feeling in my penis.
Looking back, that moment was actually very short, about 30 seconds, but the mix of emotions I felt made me feel like every second was a cruel joke, every millisecond was a ticking time bomb.
Suddenly, my mother grabbed my head and thrust her long tongue into my mouth. Faced with this sudden attack, I was stunned. But my mother seemed incredibly enthusiastic, her long tongue filling my mouth, and I almost couldn't breathe. My mother pulled my body against hers.
After 10 seconds, I regained consciousness and began to use my inner strength to forcefully suck and pull on my mother's tongue. I sucked on her tongue so hard that I held it in my mouth, pulling it to its limit, then suddenly released it. Her tongue retracted, and I extended my tongue to interact with hers, like a pair of lovebirds.
My tongue swirled and formed all sorts of shapes. The hardest part was when our tongues intertwined, one on top and the other on the bottom, swirling around. Because my kissing skills were terrible, it was practically a mess. I was drooling a lot, and my mother was tasting it.
My hands moved from my mother's back to her breasts. This time, I let loose and grabbed her firm, powerful breasts, pressing them against my nipples with my thumbs. My mother seemed to enjoy it. I felt her lips kissing me intensely, her tongue plunging deep into my mouth, almost completely filling it.
My mother's hands weren't idle either. She was haphazardly stroking my back, then suddenly pulled down part of my pants, grabbing my buttocks with both hands. She seemed obsessed with my buttocks, kneading, stroking, and swirling them around.
My mother forcefully pressed my lower body up, so that my lower body was now on top of her vagina, pressing against my skin. My penis was pressed against her vagina, and she lifted my buttocks, pushing against them.
My penis rubbed against her vagina through my clothes, making it incredibly hot and swollen.
My mother seemed to really enjoy this "brother-vulva" intercourse; the waves of stimulation were indescribable. My
mother had already started kissing me freely, and my lower body moved in rhythm with her. Each time she pressed down, she thrust hard, adjusting the opening of my penis, indirectly touching each other, experiencing waves of pleasure, heat, fleshy sensations, and a slightly wet feeling—it was truly indescribable. I braced myself on the bed with my hands, afraid of hurting my mother,
but my lower body was cooperating with her movements. After rubbing for a while, I raised my lower body and stopped having sex with my mother. I took off all my pants and shirt. My mother then took off her shirt, revealing her breasts, but I couldn't see them very clearly.
I was completely naked. As my mother prepared to pull down her pants, I immediately pressed myself against her. Her pants were only pulled down to her knees. I pressed down on her, my penis moving against her underwear, the friction feeling uniquely comfortable, different from the friction between her pants. It felt very real and very sensual.
My mother's underwear was already soaked with fluid, and my penis was actually quite wet when it touched her, but that felt incredibly pleasurable. My mother's hands were on my back, just supporting me without making any other movements. I rubbed against her underwear.
Besides the soft, wet, and slightly elastic texture, there was also the friction of her pubic hair. Even through her underwear, her pubic hair brought a leap in texture. I pressed my chest against her breasts, the friction of my lower body against her upper body.
Especially my mother's hard nipples sliding and moving against my chest, so shapely and delicate, like tiny strands. My lower body felt like I was fantasizing about a beautiful woman, while my upper body was truly throbbing with desire. The more I rubbed, the more intense it became. As I rubbed, my mother arched her back, her legs supporting her weight. She used her feet to push off her pants, which were still on, and we began a rhythmic but rapid rubbing motion.
After a few minutes, I arched my back, aiming my glans at my mother's vaginal opening, and thrust slightly, rubbing against her through her thin panties. My glans slid in a tiny bit, and her panties followed suit—the feeling was absolutely uniquely comfortable.
If you have the chance, buy some very thin panties for your woman to try; that feeling of wanting to penetrate but not being able to, that psychological sensation, is absolutely unique. It's like wanting to have sex with a woman on a bus, wanting to penetrate her vagina but unable to—but only slightly less intense.
At this moment, I continued arching my body, my erect penis thrusting into my mother's vagina. My mother seemed to be experiencing this feeling of wanting to do it but being unable to; her legs even rose above my buttocks, her feet following my movements, as if urging me—"Go in faster, go in faster!"
We continued this mutual arching motion. Slowly, with increasing force and frequency, the head of my penis entered my mother's vagina. Although there were underwear in between, I couldn't feel the underwear's effect; it only served as resistance. My mother's vagina was very moist, and this stimulation seemed to bring a unique flush.
I sat up, grasped my penis, and rotated it left and right, up and down, within my mother's vagina, sometimes pushing it deeper, sometimes swaying it against her. My mother was also thoroughly enjoying this unique pleasure. Although neither of us had spoken a word since then, I could feel her throbbing and sensation; it was incredibly pleasurable.
After stirring for a while, I leaned over my mother again and suckled her breasts. Her nipples remained firm and erect, clearly from excessive pleasure. My penis was still inside her. After a while, I used my hand to push the bottom of my mother's panties to the other side, completely exposing her vagina; she was still wearing only panties.
I began to touch my penis against my mother's mons pubis. The texture of that flesh was unparalleled; the wetness of that flesh truly attracted my glans. I thoroughly enjoyed this kind of illicit pleasure. I rubbed my glans against my mother's vaginal opening, and my mother seemed to tremble; I sensed her reaction.
I sat up, pushing up my underwear with one hand and gripping my penis with the other. I forcefully rubbed the head of my penis against my mother's mons pubis, thrusting it upwards and downwards. My mother's body moved up and down, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, bumping against my penis. Perhaps due to her own reflexes, my penis began to rub against her clitoris, then against the entrance of her vagina.
The breaths she exhaled and the movement of her chest revealed her deep enjoyment. I reveled in this as well. After a while, I lay on top of her, my penis head partially inside her vagina. I began to thrust, but not fully inside. The stimulation of her vaginal muscles against my penis head created a thrilling sensation.
My mother's lower body continued to move and thrust upwards, as if trying to fully penetrate me, but I wasn't in a hurry. My mother arched her back, and I continued like that for a while. When she arched her back, I suddenly thrust my penis completely into her vagina. How incredibly comfortable and pleasurable that moment was!
It's best not to let your partner know your next move during sex; that's what makes it exciting and stimulating… After penetrating, I paused for a moment, then thrust in again with great force. My mother's body moved with each thrust.
I held my mother, slowly and repeatedly thrusting my penis into her with varying force, each time with different pressure. Her reactions varied, but each time she breathed heavily; I could feel the heat and power of her breath on my neck. Because of this, each thrust was relatively forceful, but not very fast.
After a forceful collision, I suddenly accelerated, and the impact began to crackle, becoming slightly louder. The sound was incredibly stimulating to my eardrums and heart. My mother's panties weren't pulled down; the edge of her panties pressed against the side of my glans. With each thrust, the edge of her panties slid against the edge of my glans, a sensation no less intense than sex.
You must try it if you have the chance; buy the kind of panties that are a bit looser!
My mother's genitals were almost completely wet. As I thrust faster and faster, the sound echoing in the room, my mother's legs spread wider and wider. I didn't know if she was being forced open or if she was deliberately making it easier for me to thrust.
The faster I thrust, the more I slowly shifted my body, facing my mother. Her eyes were closed, but they were closed quite tightly, as if she was struggling. Her mouth was open, and she was breathing heavily through her nose. Her head was tilted slightly, so although I couldn't see very clearly, I could still make out what was happening. My mother was enjoying the penetration, the impact, the plunging, and the pounding of my penis. Her expression was strange; she was just frowning.
During the thrusting, I got a little tired and slowed down. The moment I touched my mother's lips, she responded with a passionate kiss, her tongue still lingering in my mouth.
My movements slowed, but my mother's lower body began to arch and thrust upwards, though not entirely comfortably. With a sudden burst of strength, I pulled my mother up and lay down on top of me. My mother's body climbed onto mine, remaining silent and still.
At that moment, I felt her and whispered, "Mom." My voice was very soft. I held her head, and after a while, I began kissing her hair, face, eyes, and mouth. As I kissed her, she slowly released me, and our tongues intertwined. I began to caress her arms, slowly moving one of her hands to my penis, grasping the back of her hand and touching it. I was very wet. At first, my mother wasn't very willing or proactive.
I whispered to my mother, "Mom, don't worry. In this dark night, it's just us. Don't worry too much." Then I continued to kiss her deeply. My mother didn't answer or make any further movements for about three minutes. Then,
she started moving her soft hands to caress my penis and glans. At first, she just pressed her palms against the base of my penis and rubbed it gently. As time went on, she started to grasp my entire penis with her palms and fingers, rubbing it up and down. I really enjoyed the tenderness and gentleness of her hands. It seemed like my mother was rubbing someone's penis for the first time, and she seemed very awkward.
I told her to just rub around the base with her fingers. My mother followed my instructions and rubbed. Her vaginal opening pressed against my thigh. I arched my legs and lifted my mother up about 20 centimeters. My mother was very wet down there; I could feel the wetness on my thighs. That position wasn't very stable. My mother gripped my penis tightly, and as my legs went up and down, my mother's vagina also went up and down with them. My mother was also arched up, but she would slide down when she was at the top. Every time I put my legs down, my mother would move back to my knees.
In this arched position, the skin of my mother's vaginal opening was rubbed against my thigh. More than 60% of her body weight was pressed against her vaginal opening, rubbing against it. Each time I thrust, she would grip my penis tightly, and we continued rubbing and kneading.
After a while, I pulled my mother into my arms, and as we faced each other, I kissed her lips deeply. I spread my legs, placed my mother on top of me, and gently inserted my penis into her vaginal opening. As I slowly inserted it, a little fluid flowed out (it was only inserted at the opening, not inside).
After a while, I whispered to my mother, "Mom, is it okay?" My mother didn't respond, but simply moved her hips, aligned her vaginal opening, and I inserted it. The sensation of entering and merging was incredibly warm, unlike the previous one-sided release of desire, but a union of bodies, imbued with emotion and desire. My mother wasn't fully inside me. I lifted my hips slightly and thrust forward, and we were completely joined together. At that moment, it wasn't just the pleasure of sex, but an immense pleasure.
My body slowly sank in, and my mother initially only symbolically cooperated, continuing this physical intertwining.
Each time I penetrated, I felt the lubrication of my mother's vagina and a sharp pain from the pubic hair mingling with it. I used my hand to move my hair aside; the pain was like plucking hair. Following this, I leaned back, grabbed my mother's buttocks, and thrust upwards forcefully. My mother seemed to enjoy this position; each time I pressed down, she cooperated very hard, pressing deeply. She would pull back after a few seconds, then continue pressing down.
Because of my hands, this sitting position while holding my mother during sex was very frequent. With each thrust, I noticed her vaginal lubrication increased, making my thrusts smoother, but it wasn't as comfortable as it had been at the beginning. However, I could see my mother was enjoying this support; she moved closer to me, her hands tightly embracing my head, her breasts pressed against my chest.
Because it wasn't as comfortable as before, I increased the force and speed, and my mother responded with high speed. Each high-speed thrust was followed by a quick rebound, but each time it penetrated deeply. Her mons pubis bumped against the flesh beneath my penis, very quickly, sending waves of pleasure through me. My mother's breasts moved rapidly across my chest, brushing against it, the soft, silky texture like a drawing, but the speed of the drawing was too fast.
My mother's head was almost touching my ear, and her warm breath near my ear was incredibly hot. I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying the impact this position brought her, the indescribable pleasure it gave her. I could only follow the movement, trying my best to make my mother comfortable (though I wasn't exactly comfortable myself). The position felt very intimate, but also somewhat empty. My mother's buttocks and upper body moved instinctively towards me.
We continued like this for a full half hour. At the very last moment, a cool, moist fluid flowed from my mother's lower body, directly onto my throbbing penis. She stopped, resting her face on my shoulder, exhaling heavily, her body twitching slightly. Her face was hot, but also very sexy, leaning against me. I rested my face against hers. My mother had sweat on her face and seemed to be enjoying herself.
I also felt very tired, so I moved to lie down and rested for a moment. I placed my mother's legs between my legs, my legs spread wide, her legs between mine. I inserted my penis; it was very lubricated inside her, making it uncomfortable.
I pulled my mother's legs together, her vaginal opening squeezed tightly. I moved my hips up and down like that, her vaginal walls gripping my penis, very tight, but incredibly pleasurable. My movements were exaggerated, and my mother sensed that I really enjoyed it.
She pressed me down, signaling me not to move. She placed a pillow under my arm, raising my hips.
My mother kept her legs together, her hands on the bed, rubbing and moving vigorously up and down. The speed wasn't fast, but it felt like her vaginal walls were forcibly sucking out my semen. Each insertion and withdrawal felt different.
My mother's mons pubis was very tight; during insertion, I felt a very strong sense of possession and penetration. When I pulled out, I felt squeezed and sucked, waves of pleasure washing over me (I suggest you try it). It was very comfortable, and I made humming sounds (a kind of wanting to hum but not quite), moaning sounds (maybe everyone thinks only women get penetrated, but maybe it was too pleasurable, and I couldn't help making those sounds).
My mother realized this and increased her speed, grinding up and down. I thoroughly enjoyed the pressure and rhythm, especially the incredibly real and immersive feeling of oneness between the sexes. It felt like my mother's vagina was part of my own body, and waves of sensation, like electric currents, coursed through my mind and nerves. It was so pleasurable that I tried to control myself, wanting to savor this rare feeling of union.
My mother was enjoying it immensely, exerting a great deal of effort in her penetration. As I neared ejaculation, I felt like I was about to collapse. In the end, my mother's speed was no longer enough to satisfy my urge to ejaculate, so I immediately spread my mother's legs wide apart on either side of my stomach. I gestured for her to speed up, and she lay on top of me, her buttocks arching back as I thrust into her again. The wet, sizzling sounds of our bodies colliding were very loud, and I could hear them clearly, but my mother didn't seem to care.
I held my mother's waist, but she didn't move her waist at all. She just arched her back and thrust in, like a hoe, but the handle didn't move; it was the hoe itself that moved. My mother's measurements were perfect. Each time she extended her hips, my penis was inserted right at the entrance of her vagina. The speed was incredibly fast. My entire penis was being rubbed against the vaginal walls, sending jolts of electricity through my glans.
I thrust my hips a few times, and my mother continued to thrust in and out. My glans and genitals were being whipped by the rough, granular texture of her vaginal walls. My groans grew louder and my breathing became heavier. At this moment, I gripped my mother's breasts very tightly with both hands. My mother sensed that I was about to ejaculate and increased the force and frequency, thrusting to the deepest part of her vagina each time (I felt something inside my mother's vagina resisting my glans; it must be what people call the clitoris).
With each powerful thrust of my mother's hips, I suddenly couldn't feel her thrusting into my penis. My mind went blank; the electric current numbed my mind and body. At that moment, the only sensation I felt was in my penis. My lips were white, my mouth was dry, and even my breath seemed numb. As my mother pushed in and out, the semen I had been forcibly suppressing gushed out without any resistance.
My mother felt my ejaculation but didn't stop, continuing to increase the speed of her thrusts. It went on like this, my semen seemed to gush out in spurts, very quickly, with very short intervals, but the pleasure in those intervals was a series of floating sensations coming from inside my penis. All my semen surged into the embrace of my mother's vagina.
After I ejaculated, my senses went blank for a moment. My mother was still moving on top of me, her pace actually quickening. Suddenly, I felt another gush of cool liquid welling up inside. The pleasure from her movements hadn't subsided. After a minute or so, I signaled for her to stop. My penis was still inside her vagina. She didn't pull it out but instead rested on top of me.
We rested like that, her body against my chest, her hands roaming gently over it. I gently kissed her hair… Then she got up, dried herself, and gave me some water. Perhaps because she was too tired, or for some other reason, she slept naked with me, but she held me tightly. My legs were between her thighs, and she squeezed them together tightly. I could feel her pubic hair and wet labia. We were so tired that we fell asleep like that.

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