Just for you to get an erection

Under the blazing sun, I was running on the basketball court.

Receiving a pass from my teammate, without hesitation, I dribbled quickly, preparing to shoot a layup for another point for the team. However
, the moment I jumped, I suddenly felt a shadow loom over me. The shadow was an opposing player, blocking
my way and trying to stop me from scoring.

The moment the ball went in, the echo in the court wasn't cheers, but screams. I landed hard on
the back of my head, thud!

When I woke up, I looked around and found myself back home, lying on the sofa.
After a moment of dizziness, I remembered the basketball game and the jerk who had knocked me down. Just as I was thinking about whether I should go to school
to settle the score with him tomorrow, my mother's voice rang out: "Are you alright?"

I looked up and saw my mother sitting beside me, her face full of worry. "It's nothing, just a little dizzy."

Mom wiped my forehead with a towel, grumbling, "Didn't I tell you to be careful when playing ball? Look,
you fainted from playing."

"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time."

"Good that you know you're wrong! Go take a shower, dinner's almost ready." With that, Mom got up and walked towards
the kitchen .

Back in my room, I turned on my computer and checked the progress of the BT download of adult videos. It would take another fifteen minutes to finish
, perfect timing to take a shower.

Swish! After exercising, letting hot water wash over you is one of life's greatest pleasures. However, while happily enjoying my shower
, I never expected something that would happen next that would leave me speechless with regret.

Finally, the download was complete, and I eagerly opened the file. On the screen was one of my favorite actresses
: "Murasaki Ayano". Her mature charm always made my heart flutter. Watching her slowly
undress , I slowly slipped my hand into my pants.

Damn! What's going on? My little brother was lifeless and limp, like a lump of mud!

The shock was unimaginable. To test it, I tried desperately to wake his dormant head. When
even the performances of actresses like Shiono, Riko Tachibana, and Anzu Nanba couldn't make him stand up, I had to admit I
was "incapable"! Oh my god! Was it a side effect of the fall during the ball game? Could I have injured my spine? I landed headfirst
, not my lower back! I'm only a senior in high school, and I've already lost my sexual ability—how am I supposed to live my life
? Besides, I'm still a virgin. Does this mean I'll never be able to enjoy the pleasures of sex with a woman?

Just as tears were about to fall, my mother's voice called for dinner. During dinner, my
face was pale, my mind filled with thoughts of my lost virility. My mother noticed my strange expression and
kept asking me what was wrong. How could I bring it up? This is something no one can easily talk about…

It's three in the morning, and I can't fall asleep. Staring at the ceiling, I felt like my soul was about to leave my body.
I could only emulate Ah Q, constantly comforting myself that this aftereffect would heal by tomorrow.

You can fool everyone else, but you can't fool yourself.

But life is unpredictable. For the next six months, I had no physiological reactions. Pornography and adult books
meant nothing to me; orgasms and ejaculation became a thing of the past. Those six months were a living hell. Afraid of others knowing about my disability,
I always forced a smile in public, then secretly grieved when alone. My grades plummeted, and my mother was worried but helpless (not knowing the cause or how to treat it). She even mentally prepared
herself for her son to only graduate high school . 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　But, as the saying goes, there's always a way out. During winter break, an accident, alone, brought back the soul of my penis . And that one erection led me into a completely different world. 　　I've forgotten what made me rush into my mom's bedroom that night, but I remember the moment I opened the door, my penis regained its erection! 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　At my mom's bedroom door, I forgot to knock and reached for the old-fashioned horn lock. Unexpectedly, I saw a naked woman. My mom had just finished showering and was standing by the bed, getting dressed. Although we were a bit far apart, I could still see her full breasts, coin-sized nipples, slender waist , fair thighs, and the dark triangle between her thighs. Even more shocking than the sight was the strange reaction I felt in my groin. I hadn't felt this way in a long time, like my pants were about to burst. I knew my heartbroken penis had finally come back to life! 　　I was incredibly excited, but my mom wasn't. Her face was flushed, and she pulled the blanket over herself. She tried to sound calm and asked, "Is something wrong?" Oh no! I forgot! While I stammered, she said somewhat angrily, "If there's nothing else, close the door!" 　　It was truly a bittersweet night. I regained my erection, but it drove my mom crazy (afterwards, she didn't speak to me for a whole week). 　　However, my joy didn't last long. When I went back to my room to watch the long-forgotten porn, my penis lost its vitality again. It lay limp between my legs, unmoved by the sights I saw . 　　How could this be? Was it just my imagination? Does not being able to get an erection for so long lead to mental illness? Looking at the folder on the screen labeled "incest," a sudden thought struck me— 　　could it be...? If only my mom could make me feel like a man again, then God has really gone too far with this joke! I'm not the protagonist of a porn movie or erotic novel; how could such an absurd scenario happen to me ? 　　The best way to resolve doubts is through experimentation. Although I felt somewhat ashamed of my actions, I still took the test the next day . The test was simple. Because it was winter break, I was home all day (my grades were so bad that the teacher told me I didn't need to attend tutoring classes). Taking advantage of my mom's work hours, I went into her bedroom, opened the closet, and took out her underwear. Touching my lace bra, and unable to resist recalling the image of my mom completely naked last night, I got an erection again ! 　　Good heavens! This is ridiculous! Humans don't play like this, do they? Why do I only have a physical reaction to my own mother ?

*** *** *** ***

Unless a person possesses a very noble character, when faced with a life-or-death situation, they
are capable of even the most despicable acts. I am not a saint, just a young man who hasn't ejaculated in six months. So, knowing it was
wrong, I still did it. I thought of my mother's naked body, masturbated, and let the semen that had been dormant for so long
ejaculate three times in one day.

It's slow for a person to improve, but quick to fall into depravity. At first, when I fantasized about my mother, I always felt guilty
. However, as time went on, I no longer felt guilty; on the contrary, I began to carefully observe
my mother.

My mother is nearly forty years old this year, but thanks to her skill in makeup and skincare, her skin still looks flawless
. She is used to covering herself up tightly, yet her well-fitting clothes accentuate her shapely figure.
Her full breasts stretch her top into a beautiful curve, and her full hips create a perfect arc in her skirt.

I began to feel grateful for having such a beautiful mother, and also regretted my father's untimely death.

However, feelings should be kept within bounds of propriety. Although my mother was the only one who could keep my little brother energetic,
I only dared to imagine it but not to act on it. Although I occasionally had the naive thought of making love with my mother, it
was always fleeting. I dared not ask for more than enough to bring my penis, which had been dormant for half a year, back to its former glory
.

But when fate plays such a cruel joke on you, will it let it go easily?

*** *** *** ***

Winter vacation wasn't cold at all; at least my heart was warm. In the week before the end of winter vacation, maternal love illuminated
my life.

On Friday night, I sat in the living room watching TV. My mom seemed determined to end our cold war,
saying, "Tomorrow, let's go to the hot springs and do some sightseeing nearby!"

"Huh?"

Seeing my bewildered expression, she couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Aren't you about to start school?
School will be tough, right? Rest is for a longer journey, so I want to take you to relax before school starts!"

Actually, I wanted to refuse. I'm afraid of being alone with my mom because it reminds me of
things related to my "lower body." However, thinking of my mom's good intentions and her busy work schedule, I finally nodded in agreement.

But unexpectedly, this nod revealed that the farce fate had orchestrated for me was only halfway through
…

*** *** *** ***

Perhaps the promotion worked, or perhaps everyone shared my mom's mindset, but anyway,
when we arrived at the hot spring resort, I was dumbfounded. All I saw was a sea of people, and all I heard was a cacophony of voices. My mom and I exchanged
a glance. She said, "It's okay, I booked a room last night." With that, she pushed her way through the crowd.

I watched her talk to the receptionist from afar, and suddenly I saw her frown. Finally, she
seemed to reluctantly agree to something, as if someone had a gun to her head. When she returned to my side, she simply said
, "Let's go!" I thought she was leaving, but instead, she pulled my hand and led me into the lobby. Come to think of it
, a high school student being led by the hand by his mother—how embarrassing!

When we reached the door of room number [number], I saw my mom take a key out of her pocket. I held out my hand and asked, "Where's my key
?"

"No!"

"No?"

"There's only one double room left," my mom said calmly.

I finally understood why my mom had looked so reluctant earlier. "Then I'll wait for you outside."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Come in! Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" she joked.

It wasn't funny at all. I wasn't afraid she'd eat me; I was afraid I'd devour her. Besides, if Mom knew her son
had lustful thoughts about her, she certainly wouldn't find it funny.

Entering the room, I saw a double bed. Damn it, looks like I'll be sleeping on the floor tonight. Mom seemed
completely unconcerned, tidying her clothes in her luggage. Looking at her back and her shapely buttocks, and remembering that it was just
the two of us tonight, my penis inexplicably got hard. To avoid Mom discovering this awkward situation, I quickly
tried to distract myself. I asked, "Mom, why didn't you book
a room with two single beds?"

"Originally. But when I asked, the staff said there was a computer error, and they booked
this room instead. Then, because there were too many people, if we didn't accept it, we had to give up."

"Oh." Not knowing what to say, I turned on the TV to try and break the silence.

Damn! This is a lousy hotel! Shouldn't they have turned off all services when checking out? When the TV showed
"exciting content," I cursed inwardly that the previous guests must have been lewd men and women. "Eek, ahh,
ooh, ooh," the screen showed a scene of a man and woman making love. It was too late to change the channel; Mom blushed.
Before she could say anything, I immediately turned off the TV. I stood there, unsure what to do.

Old foxes are wise; Mom threw her clothes at me and said, "You've been playing all day, go take a shower first
."

Even more embarrassing, before showering, I couldn't resist having sex. However, I
forgot to check the layout; the thin mosaic glass allowed Mom to clearly see what I was doing inside.
How did I know? Because while Mom was showering, I clearly saw a dark figure undressing
and cleaning herself. Damn it, it was rare that Mom's expression wasn't different when I came out of the bathroom
.

After dinner, I accompanied Mom for a walk in the clubhouse's garden. A gentle evening breeze blew, making Mom's long hair
dance lightly . Looking at her profile, Mom was truly breathtakingly beautiful. Avoiding the crowds, we chose a quiet
corner of the garden to sit down. It's so nice to be in a place untouched by civilization. Gazing at the starry sky, my heart felt open
, and I temporarily forgot about the whims of fate. Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the sky, and I couldn't help but
shout, "Mom, make a wish!" After shouting, we looked at each other and laughed like children.

As we chatted, what should have been an ordinary night was changed by my mother's question.

"Mingsen (duh, of course it's my name), Mom's asking you, your grades used to be so good, why
have they dropped so much in the last six months?"

Hearing this question, I was startled. My first thought was to not tell the truth. "Nothing
, it's just that I suddenly feel studying is meaningless, the textbooks are so boring."

"Is that so? Mom knows there are problems with education in Taiwan, but if you don't have a degree, it'll be
hard to find a job later. Have you thought about that?"

"I know, but you don't necessarily have to study to succeed. I can support you with my labor..."

"Don't say that. My son wouldn't be so useless." Mom suddenly frowned, and
I felt uneasy. "Sigh, it's all my fault. How can I face your father like this?
Before he died, he told me to raise you well..." Mom didn't finish her sentence because she cried.

Now I panicked; a woman's tears always make me uneasy. I quickly comforted her, saying, "Mom, don't
cry, it's my fault! I'll study hard for the next six months and definitely get into university to show you."

My mother's next reply was like a bolt from the blue, leaving me dizzy and disoriented: "I'm happy to hear you say that
. But I'm not crying because your grades are bad, it's because you...are...dishonest!"

"I..." I stammered, what could I say?

"You know what? When you lie, your eyes blink five times in a row. Just now
, when you mentioned the textbook was boring, I could tell you were lying just by looking into your eyes."

What? Do I have this habitual action? People always succumb to habit, and I never thought I couldn't escape this fate either
.

"Aren't you going to tell me the truth?" My mother's tears fell larger and larger, leaving me heartbroken and embarrassed
. Heartbroken because I made my mother sad, embarrassed because should I admit that my "impotence" was the reason I couldn't concentrate on my studies
?

Seeing that I still didn't say anything, my mother snorted and prepared to get up and leave. At that moment, I grabbed her
hand.

"Mom, I didn't mean to lie, it's just... I just felt the truth would be unbearable for you!"

"Is Mom that fragile?" Seeing my serious expression, she laughed through her tears.

Oh dear, Mom is so naive. When she hears the truth, I'm afraid she'll be filled with endless tears and burning anger!
Reluctantly, even though telling the truth might result in Mom never speaking to me again,
the tears made me choose to be honest. I began to recount the events of the past six months, from the day I injured myself playing basketball until
now. When she heard that I could only get an erection for her, her eyes widened like saucers, her mouth agape as if she'd
seen a ghost!

"...That's it." Having said that, I mentally prepared myself for Mom to storm off. After all,
what mother could accept such a fantastical story from her son? Sure enough, she quickly got up and
ran to her room. I, on the other hand, sat there dumbfounded, feeling both laughable and pathetic about my absurd fate.

In the fleeting moment the shooting star streaked across the sky, knowing it was wrong, I still secretly wished to kiss my mother.
However, now that things have turned out this way, I truly wish my wish could turn back time so I wouldn't have confessed
…

Some places you have to go, like school. For me now, the hotel room felt like
a devil's island, making me not want to go any further. But I reaped what I sowed, and the ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws eventually. No matter how helpless I felt
, I still had to face my mother. Either way, it's a dead end, so I might as well be a man.

As expected, as soon as I entered the room, I felt a chilling atmosphere. My mother sat on the bed without saying a word, exuding an
aura of impending storm. She glanced at me, then deftly patted the edge of the bed twice, gesturing for me to sit down.
I sat down beside her tremblingly, my mind blank. As I sat down next to her, I smelled a strong stench
of alcohol . Glancing at the bedside table, I was horrified to find a bottle of whiskey, only half full. It seems Mom was
really hurt, and thinking about it made my guilt even deeper.

"To be honest, I find it hard to believe what you just said. That's ridiculous! But I don't want to wrong my
son, so I'm going to give you a chance to prove it," Mom said, breaking the silence.

"Prove it? How can I prove something like that?" I muttered to myself.

The answer was revealed; Mom's method of verification was truly laughable. She wanted me to take off my pants, watch
porn, and then observe my physical reaction. Can you believe it? I couldn't resist
Mom's demands because she used a command: "Take it off!"

This was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. I slowly took off my pants, leaving only my
boxer shorts. The word "courage" on the floral underwear was the biggest irony for me at that moment. Mom turned on the TV
, and the porn channel was showing an adult film I'd seen before, starring my busty girlfriend, Saki Aki, called "Shameful Big-
Breasted Mother." My mom probably never imagined that adult films these days would have incest as a central theme. She involuntarily gasped
.

Great! Hot spring resort, room, two people, mother and son, watching adult films together. For a moment, I thought I
was dreaming. Nobody would believe this.

I glanced at my mom out of the corner of my eye and saw her gaze fixed on my crotch. Ten
minutes passed, and no matter how passionate the scenes on TV were, my penis remained unmoved. My mom was very surprised; she hadn't
expected her almost 18-year-old son to be impotent. I guessed she'd already half-believed my confession.

The moment she turned off the TV, I thought she'd tell me to put my pants back on. But instead, she
told me to take off my underwear too: "Maybe your penis is too small! I need to
verify its 'property'!" she said seriously.

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. This was my current state of mind, and also my theme song.
It's incredibly embarrassing for a man to be told his penis is too small. Now that things have come to this, I'm going to take the plunge! I pulled down my pants, letting
my penis breathe freely. My mom's expression was strange when she saw it; her eyes gleamed with an odd light
. I couldn't fathom what she was thinking.

"You said only I can make you... have... a reaction, right?" My mom can still be shy,
her face was really red.

I nodded in agreement.

My mother's next words left me completely bewildered.

"You, go into the bathroom now."

No way? Was she going to lock me in the bathroom? The toilet isn't my home, and my hometown doesn't have crystal chandeliers. Did
my mother hate me to the point of wanting to avoid me altogether? Regardless, my mother's words were like a royal decree,
and as her subject (a subject under her skirt), I could only obey.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, one minute, three minutes. Time passed incredibly slowly, and I was on the verge of collapse, sitting in the bathtub
. Suddenly, I slipped and fell into the tub. It wasn't my mother entering the bathroom
that shocked me; it was her appearance in only her underwear that caused my shock.

Seeing my panic, my mother actually laughed. That laugh instantly eased the tension between us
. She covered her chest with one hand and pulled me out of the tub with the other.
After standing up straight, I couldn't help but look at my mother's body. Her fair skin looked smooth and alluring, and her light purple
lingerie looked incredibly captivating under the soft yellow light. The cleavage peeking through her arms, her perfectly proportioned waist
, and her long, straight legs made her figure unbeatable. Soon, my penis stirred. My

mother seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze, and seeing my hard penis, her face flushed crimson.
"Cough...cough...don't...don't look at me like that." As she spoke, I realized that my
shirt had been removed without my noticing.

My mother's words and actions brought back a wave of embarrassment. Coming to my senses, I quickly covered my
genitals with my hands.

"I believe you!" my mother laughed.

Oh, my innocence was finally cleared! I couldn't help but shout inwardly. It seemed my mother wouldn't be
speechless with me forever. However, my excitement was fleeting, quickly followed by intense unease. She
grabbed the showerhead with one hand, and with the other, she poured shower gel over my body.

The moment her palm met my chest, my heart pounded, I felt incredibly hot, and sweat
poured from my forehead. My mother didn't seem to be doing any better; her hands were trembling, and her lips were tightly pressed together as if
she had made a momentous decision. To ease the awkward atmosphere, I said, "Mom, I told you,
I may not have many good points, but I never lie."

My mother suddenly stopped, instead poking my head hard with her finger, saying, "Okay, okay, I lied to you.
Mom apologizes! I'm so sorry!" Then, her hand moved directly to my inner thigh
. I thought this was where she had set her bottom line, but unexpectedly, she used the slippery
texture created by the shower gel to first caress my genitals before grasping my penis.

"Mom!" I cried, trying to stop her. Of course, I wanted to continue, but my conscience wouldn't
let me rest.

"Shh! Do you want anyone to hear? This is Mom's apology!" Her fingers circled my
glans, her palm cupped my penis, sometimes stroking my testicles, sometimes playing with my pubic hair. She
was actually giving me a handjob. Mom's really drunk, I thought.

Never mind! To hell with fathers, Mencius, and Confucius! Live in the moment, I decided to enjoy this
one.

"Ah...ah...Mom, I...I'm going to cum!" A spasm ran through my body, and my semen shot onto
Mom 's hand.

Mom didn't seem to notice anything wrong; she smiled and continued washing me. Finally, she
rinsed me with the showerhead and gestured for me to leave.

Through the thin glass, I knew Mom was taking a shower. I quietly recalled that incredible moment
, staring blankly at my penis. Although going out for a trip can change one's mood, seeing my mother's
inexplicable behavior after her fit of rage and grief (isn't it strange that she shot a gun for her son?), I started to worry about her
. I worried that she might have gone insane due to excessive stimulation. And if she was acting erratically because she was drunk
, how should I face her after she sobered up?

My mother came out of the bathroom, still only wearing her underwear. Seeing my thoughtful look, she spoke
: "Do you think Mom is drunk? Or do you think I'm crazy?" As expected of my mother, she hit the nail on the head
. She sat down next to me and handed me a dry towel to dry her hair: "Actually, I'm very
sober. To be honest, I've struggled for a long time. But thinking about the past six months, how you've felt realizing you can't 'stand up
,' it makes me very sad. It's too hard for someone your age to suffer like this."

My mother's considerate words suddenly moved me.

She continued, "Perhaps this is a cruel joke of fate, making my son only respond to me. If
it's destiny, what can we do?" She paused, took the towel from my hand, and wiped herself
. "Speaking of which, now that we know why your grades are slipping, we should find a way to solve it."
She turned to look at me, then, as if summoning immense courage, said, "From now on, if you have any physical needs
, just tell me. Don't get the wrong idea; it's just like what we did. I know you have several big exams coming up.
If you do well on these exams, I'll give you an extra reward. What do you think?"

I was almost dizzy. My mom was going to give me a handjob? And there would be a reward for doing well on the exams? Was it buying the latest computer
equipment or…? "Mom, don't joke with me!" I still thought my mom was drunk.

"Ah!" I exclaimed. My mom put her hand inside my pants and started stroking my
penis again.

"What do you think?" she laughed. "However, I want to make three rules for you: unless I allow it, you can't
touch any part of my body, okay?"

Isn't this like forcing someone to agree to something? It seems I'm in a bind. When
my mother 's love reaches this level, how can a son refuse? Besides, I'm really fed up with not being able to get an erection
. Since the only woman in the world who can arouse me is willing to help, what am I worried about? "Goodbye
, fuck your traditional values!" I thought to myself.

"Mom, this is your suggestion! Don't go back on your word later."

"And then, you get the benefit and act innocent! That's so unfair!" Mom feigned anger, but then extended her little finger
and made a pinky promise with me. That promise foreshadowed a completely different future for me.

After bringing me to my second climax of the night, Mom yawned and said, "My hand is so sore, Mom's so tired,
let's go to sleep."

I quickly grabbed my pillow and went to the cupboard to get another quilt.

"What are you doing?"

"Weren't you going to sleep? I'm sleeping on the floor."

Mom smiled brightly and said, "No need, you silly girl. Sleep on the bed!"

The moonlight was particularly enchanting tonight, and looking at Mom sleeping beside me, I felt a surge of happiness. I
wondered how things would develop in the future? I also wondered how long this close relationship with Mom would last? However
, as I said, live in the moment, and let everything unfold naturally...

*** *** *** ***

There are no fools in the world; success depends solely on whether one has the motivation to improve. Fortunately
, I do.

To live up to my mom's expectations, I unusually poured all my energy into my studies. I hoped that
my tireless studying would bring a genuine smile to her face. (Okay, I admit, I really wanted to know what the reward would be
.) From the day I returned from my trip until the start of the new semester, my mom hadn't broken her promise; whenever I asked
, she would immediately give me a "hand." Even so, sometimes I would still
protest to her because she was so engrossed in her TV dramas that her "help" was rather sloppy.

After the start of the semester, the results of the first midterm exams were finally released. My grades had improved dramatically,
jumping from the bottom of the class to within the top twenty. On the day the report cards were handed out, I was even called in for a talk with the teacher. Damn it! She actually
suspected me of cheating! Anyway, I was still very happy. Indeed, with a little effort, anyone
can learn something.

After school, I ate a quick lunchbox and waited for my mom, who was working overtime, to come home. Around 9:30 PM,
the person I was waiting for finally appeared. Seeing her changing her shoes, I said, "Mom, I have a gift for you
."

"What?" Mom looked puzzled.

Looking at my report card, her face was filled with disbelief. Her previous weariness was instantly replaced by
an undisguised smile: "I knew it! My son could still be saved!"

I said smugly, "Next time, you wait and see, I'll definitely be in the top ten."

Mom complained, "Oh dear, you're starting a sex business. If you don't keep your word, see how I deal with
you then."

I had thought about making Mom masturbate for me at the door like in porn movies, but remembering how tired she was from working overtime, I
had to abandon the idea and went back to my room to go online.

However, Mom is always considerate. At 10:40 PM, Mom dialed the internal phone and asked me to come to her bedroom to
collect my reward. I was incredibly surprised for two reasons: first, Mom hadn't forgotten her promise; second, she
had already prepared the prize. Did she have precognitive abilities and foresee my grades would improve dramatically?

I knocked on the door and entered Mom's room. She was sitting at her vanity, applying lotion.
I stood about five steps behind her, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mom asked.

"Huh? It's a must. There are opportunities to admire beautiful women every day!"

Mom was amused by my answer. She got up, took my hand, and sat me on the bed. Without further ado,
she pulled my underwear down to my knees, gently teasing my penis. After a while,
she had me lean against the headboard and said, "What do you think I'll give you as a reward?"

I blurted out, "Can I touch your breasts?"

Ugh, another head-poking technique! Mom said, "Dream on!"

"What else?"

Mom smiled mischievously and said, "Better than touching breasts, how about a blowjob?"

Good heavens! Is this the reward? It seems God is really kind to me. How could I refuse?

At this moment, Mom shifted her body to face my penis and then opened her mouth. When her tongue
swirled around my glans, I felt as if I was being electrocuted and couldn't help but gasp. Then, I felt her tongue slide
down and lick my penis, and finally, when she licked my scrotum, the pleasure made my body twist a few
times. Then, she looked up at me and said, "Then I'm going to get started!" After saying that, her head sank down, and
I watched my penis disappear into her sexy mouth, the warm, wet feeling spreading throughout my body.

Mom started sucking my penis, and watching her head go up and down, I felt like I was about to explode. Her
technique was really amazing, and my penis was being blown loudly by her. "Tsk...tsk..." This sound is so...so lewd
! She would occasionally look up and ask if I was comfortable. I didn't answer, just made "hmm" sounds. My expression must
have pleased her, because she worked even harder.

I don't know how Mom knew I was about to ejaculate. I had planned to sneak it into her mouth, but she
pulled her mouth away a dozen seconds before my climax. She deftly grabbed my penis and
began stroking it with very rapid movements. As I kept moaning, my semen finally erupted, landing near my navel.
Mom touched the semen on my body with her index finger and asked, "Do you like this encouragement?"

Answering "no" would make me an idiot, but I chose to be an idiot! "It's alright!" I said. Seeing
the look of unease on Mom's face, I knew things were going badly, so I quickly explained, "It's alright refers to my performance. As for Mom
's skill, I'd give it a perfect score."

"Get lost! You dare joke with me?" Mom's expression finally returned to normal.

"Mom, can you tell me what the reward is next?"

"It's a secret, you should focus on your studies!" She gave me a knowing
smile.

During breaks from studying, I always liked to watch porn to relax. Although I didn't have any physical reaction,
watching the actresses' acting, whether fresh or seasoned, was still quite enjoyable.

Saturday night, a rare day off from school. At midnight, my screen was playing another raw "movie."
"Watching porn." Suddenly, Mom came into my room with a late-night snack. Although my relationship with Mom has reached the oral sex
stage, it's still weird for her to know I watch porn, so I quickly left-clicked to close the file
.

"Tired? Mom cooked a bowl of beef noodles, eat it while it's hot," Mom said with concern.

While I was eating my late-night snack, Mom was playing on my computer. Suddenly, her question almost made me spit out
my noodles : "Don't you have erectile dysfunction? Why are you watching so many porn videos?" I
looked at the screen, damn it, Mom had opened File Explorer. I should have known better than to name the folder so explicit,
"Paradise of Lewdness," anyone could tell what was in there.

"Hey... just watching for fun! It's not too much to appreciate a girl's body once in a while, right?"

"Yeah," Mom replied casually. Once is never enough, and Mom started again: "Why
are most of your videos featuring mature women or incestuous relationships? Wouldn't watching younger girls be more suitable for your age?"

Good grief, lesson 2: when you name your folders badly, you need to change the names of the video files inside
.

"Mom, you should know the answer, right?" I said.

"Huh?"

"You know, only...only you can...so..." I stammered.

Mom looked enlightened, then fell silent, instead opening the file to watch
"Incestuous Relationships" starring Yurika Sakurada. I didn't dare interrupt Mom, just kept my head down eating noodles.

After finishing my late-night snack, I looked up and saw the female lead masturbating. Glancing at Mom's back, I couldn't help but
ask, "Mom, there's a question I've been thinking about for a long time, can I ask you?"

"Hmm." Mom was getting more and more perfunctory.

"Dad's been gone so long, you...you don't have any needs?" As soon as I finished speaking, I felt my heart pounding
in my chest, and I braced myself for a scolding. Mom finally turned to look at me.
The , I quickly said, "You don't have to answer!"

"Of course I do!" To my surprise, Mom answered without batting an eye.

"So what do you do when you want it?" I was really pushing my luck!

Mom paused for a moment and replied, "DIY. What else?"

"But that's always missing something, isn't it? The happiness of being embraced is something no one can replace." Good
heavens, how could I say something so philosophical? Seeing my mother's silence, a sentence that surprised even myself slipped
out: "Maybe, I can help you?"

"Don't talk nonsense, we can't..."

I interrupted her, saying, "I know what you're going to say. Actually, what I mean is, just like you helped me
, I can lend a hand. No need to take off our clothes, that should be okay, right?"

I thought this suggestion would anger my mother, but she simply said calmly, "Let's not talk about this. Have you
finished your noodles?" She got up, took the noodles out of the room, leaving me alone, feeling
uneasy about my words.

*** *** *** ***

A week later, I finished another small mock exam. As usual, after important exams, I
would ask my mother to "perform" for me. The difference this time was that my mother actually suggested showing porn to enhance
my sexual desire. Her reasoning was that after this period of time, I might even be able to react to other women. Although
I thought her reason was lame (who could make me hard? She should know perfectly well), I endured it for half an hour and
burned off a DVD in my room that could be played on a DVD player.

When I returned to the living room, I found a bottle of whiskey on the table, and not only that, there were
two . "Have a drink," Mom said.

As I put the freshly burned DVD into the player, I asked, "Can I really drink it?"
I was quite interested in alcohol; having read too many Gu Long novels, I always longed for the heroic spirit of the heroes after drinking
. After the first sip, I exclaimed, "It's so spicy!"

Mom laughed, "It's like this the first time you drink. Drink more, and you'll love it."
As she spoke, she had already finished her glass. It seems Mom's alcohol tolerance is unfathomable!

Business still had to be done, so I lay on the sofa and enjoyed the service Mom provided. Looking at her pert buttocks,
I really wanted to grab them. A few minutes later, Mom picked up a tissue to wipe her hands, which were stained with my semen, while her eyes were fixed on the TV
screen. "Do you remember our conversation from a week ago?" Mom suddenly asked.

I thought for a moment and said, "You mean... me asking you for that thing?"

I hadn't seen Mom blush and blush like that in a long time. "Yes. That thing. I asked you, were you serious
?"

I heard the unspoken meaning. I nodded vigorously and said, "Mom, only you can make me not
lie!"

"Without taking off my clothes?"

"I mean it."

"Then can I... can I test the skills you learned from porn?"

Mom's words were so subtle, but I liked this tone.

On the sofa, I sat up straight, opened my arms, and gestured for Mom to come into my arms. When her buttocks sat in the space between my thighs
, I could feel her tension. I gently breathed into her ear and said, "Mom, relax, let me repay you tonight ." Even through her clothes, I still managed to touch Mom's breasts, which were more elastic and larger
than I had imagined . 　　"Mom, what's your bra size?" I asked, gently rubbing her breasts. 　　"F!" 　　A single word, utterly astonished. I have a mother with huge breasts! How wonderful! 　　I slowly slipped my hand inside her shirt and lifted her bra. Warm and cozy, now my hand was directly touching my mother's breasts. The feel was indescribably amazing! I couldn't help but grab them hard . 　　"Hmm, too hard, it hurts!" Mom said. 　　"Sorry, I got too excited." I softened my grip, rubbing her large breasts. At the same time, my other hand pulled her loose shorts down to her crotch, gently brushing back and forth along the inside of her thighs. I teased her with my fingers .

As I touched her nipples, my right hand was already at the center of her panties. Like it had radar, my index finger naturally
traced the indentation created by the cleft in her panties. By this time, Mom couldn't help but moan,
her legs trembling intermittently.

Unable to remove her clothes, I could only find a general location to attack. I slipped my hand inside
her panties, first through her pubic hair, then to her labia. Following the contours of her labia, I tentatively
pressed my thumb against the upper part of her labia. Mom suddenly cried out; it seemed I was right, I had found her clitoris
. As I began to apply gentle pressure, Mom's breathing became heavier.

Then, I slowly pushed my finger towards the entrance of her vulva. Before even entering, my finger felt a
wetness. I gently scratched the cleft, then forcefully pushed my index finger forward. "Ah...so good
..." Mom lost her usual reserved demeanor.

"Mom, is it comfortable?" I asked.

Mom seemed to be in a daze, just moaning softly.

My middle finger finally joined the fray. I was quite pleased with myself for being able to touch a woman's vulva without even taking off her pants;
after all, this was my first time touching a woman's private parts!

The speed of my finger thrusting in and out of her vagina increased, and suddenly I heard a familiar sound—
the sound of her juices mingling with my finger. Suddenly, Mom's body convulsed violently, and she collapsed onto me
, her legs involuntarily spreading wider and wider: "No more, Mingsen, I'm about to... I'm about to pee!"
I disobeyed; Mom's words only made me increase my strength and speed. "Ahhhhhh..." Mom's
body continued to sway more violently.

Luckily, I disobeyed, because in less than a minute, I felt a large amount of liquid
gushing from Mom's vagina. I knew it wasn't urine; it was the legendary "squirt"! Oh my god! By sheer luck,
the technique I learned from porn actually worked on my first try!

I stopped when Mom collapsed into my arms. I couldn't resist kissing her neck, then pulled
my fingers out. Under the fluorescent light, my hands seemed to glow, covered in
Mom 's love juice. Mom kept panting, and after a few minutes, her breathing returned to normal. Her
first words were "Thank you!"

"Mom, have you ever had this experience?"

She just kept shaking her head.

"Was it good?" I asked deliberately.

She shyly buried her head in my chest, nodding slightly.

"Mom, maybe you can give me a massage later?"

Mom looked up, her eyes full of questions.

"My hands are about to cramp up. If you don't massage me, how can I massage you?" I said with a sly smile.

Her face turned even redder, and she pushed me away, standing up. When I saw her pants, I
exclaimed, "Mom, you're showing too much!" It turned out that Mom's silk pants were soaked with her own fluids, and under the light
, her red panties were clearly visible, even the lace details were crystal clear.

"Ouch!" Mom cried out and ran away from me.

It was obvious she was going to have to take a second shower tonight.

After the experience of squirting, every Saturday night became our agreed-upon
time to service each other. Of course, because my skills weren't quite up to par, I couldn't make Mom squirt every time. However
, she was quite satisfied with my skillful touch.

Naturally, as our interactions became more intimate, my behavior became bolder.
For example , I deliberately forgot Mom's previous agreement not to touch me without permission. I

would sneak up behind her while she was cooking, or put my arm around her waist and grope her breasts .
Or, when she took a nap, I would lie down next to her and let my hands thoroughly explore her
body.

One night, close to the second term exams, I sat down next to my mom while she watched an 8 PM drama. She
naturally placed her hand on my crotch and said, "After you're done, hurry up and study."

I took her hand away and used my own. I said, "Mom, I'll just lend you my breasts, you can watch TV
." You could say I was too picky, but I really didn't like the perfunctory way my mom serviced me while watching TV
.

As I continued, I turned my head and looked at my mom's perfectly shaped breasts, and
a question suddenly occurred to me: "Mom, why won't you let me admire your naked body?" To be honest,
at this point in our intimate relationship, the most she would do was like the first night she helped me masturbate—she wouldn't take off her bra and panties
.

My mom didn't answer, and I didn't dare ask again. I thought she must have some special reason. As a result,
during the advertisement, Mom spoke up, "What did you just say?"

What? It turned out Mom hadn't been listening to me at all! I had to repeat myself.

Mom hesitated for a moment before answering, "Do you really want to see this?"

I nodded.

"Actually, it's not that I'm afraid you'll see it, but I'm afraid we'll cross the line. You know, no matter how close we are, we
're still mother and son. We absolutely cannot cross that final line," Mom said seriously.

"You have so little faith in me? From the beginning, when have I ever disobeyed you?"

"Yes. Didn't I say you can't touch me unless you allow it? But lately you've been sneaking around with me, haven't you?"

Looking at Mom's smiling eyes, I said, "That doesn't count, you've tacitly approved. If you
make a sound or resist even slightly, how dare I do anything rash?"

"Is that so?" Mom's smile became even more sly.

"Mom, did you just mention the final line of defense?"

"Huh?"

"You mean we can't go all the way to the end? So, there's still room for us to progress, right?" I
said. Actually, Mom always controls the pace, but this time I want to take the initiative, meaning
I should decide the reward for the second midterm exam.

"You mean…" Mom looked confused.

"If I promise not to penetrate, then we can do the other steps of sex, right?" I was very…
A serious suggestion.

"This..."

I could tell Mom was wavering. As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot, so I quickly added, "How about this
, I'll raise the bar. Change the top ten to five, what do you think?"

Mom was still hesitant. She waved her hand and said, "Let me think about it some more."

Of course, I wouldn't give up easily. After this conversation, I would look for opportunities to brainwash her. I
would tell her things like, "As long as there's no physical intimacy, it's not incest." Sometimes, I would use a pleading tactic,
deliberately showing a pitiful expression when she tried to stall.

Anyway, the second midterm exam arrived. I was confident about this exam;
studying isn't too difficult if you find the right approach. Sure enough, a few days later, when the results were released, I had indeed made it into
the top five. Thankfully, this time the teacher didn't call me in for a talk. Instead, he praised me highly and
said in class that the students should take me as a role model. I wasn't grateful for his change in attitude; I was just
secretly laughing offstage. Partly, I laughed at his pragmatism, and partly at his ignorance of why my grades had improved so dramatically.

"Did you get your report card?" That was the first thing my mom asked me when I got home. Surprisingly, she
didn't have to work overtime tonight.

I deliberately teased her, saying, "Help me with this first, then I'll tell you."

Wow! My mom was really decisive. I was still standing at the door, shoes still on, backpack still in the air, when she started
unzipping my pants. Judging from her actions, I guessed she was anxious to know the answer. Seeing her so
eager, I actually felt a little apologetic towards her. Oh, I came.
My wish to enjoy oral sex as soon as I got home was finally fulfilled. This was truly an unexpected bonus! As my mom went to the living room to wipe her mouth, I placed
the report card on the table in front of her.

She smiled, a smile as radiant as the summer sun: "Actually, Mom also has some good news to tell you.
I got promoted!"

This was wonderful! Before, I always thought Mom's boss was blind, letting hard-working people go
unrewarded . But now, her efforts have finally paid off. Mom has been promoted to sales manager, getting rid of that good-for-nothing who only knew
how to pose. I kissed her cheek, then picked her up and spun her around a few times. This was my
way of showing my happiness for her.

"Okay, okay, go change your clothes. Today is a double celebration, let's go out for dinner to celebrate
."

Fifteen minutes later, I stood at the door waiting. When Mom appeared, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Mom,
you look amazing!" She was wearing a one-piece dress, the low-cut neckline creating a deep
cleavage with her large breasts. The skirt stopped at about her knees, revealing a section of her beautiful calves. She wore light makeup, which made her pretty
face even more captivating. My God, the thought of dining out with such a beauty made my
heart pound.

"What are you saying? That's so indecent. What kind of son describes his mother as 'amazing'?" Her lips curled into
an undisguised smile.

Sure enough, while dining out, passersby gave my mother admiring glances, then looked at me with disdain
. They probably couldn't understand what good fortune I had accumulated to be able to dine with such a beauty. However, the more they
envied me, the happier I was, because didn't that mean everyone could see how beautiful my mother was? However, during the meal,
many lecherous men appeared, desperately trying to flirt with my mother, but thankfully they were all
scared away by the fierce look I learned from Stephen Chow's kung fu movies. (Luckily they ran away, because I'm at most a "fake axe gangster.") After the meal, we spent another hour or two shopping at a department store. Whether intentionally or not, my mother lingered for a long time

in front of the lingerie counter, leaving me standing there, unsure what to do.
What's even more disgusting is that she didn't buy a single bra and
then made a face at me—wasn't that just playing me for a fool?

On the drive home, Mom suddenly said, "Look, I heard from a colleague that that newly opened motel is really
nice."

I glanced out the window and casually replied, "Oh, right. Let's go check it out."

"Okay! It's a deal." With that, Mom suddenly slammed on the brakes, turned the steering wheel, and
drove towards the motel.

"Hey, hey, I was just kidding! Who doesn't go home to sleep? We're not on a vacation."
Mom 's audacity was really hard for me to handle.

"It's okay. Everyone has to try new things, otherwise life wouldn't be worth it."

As Mom checked in, I had no idea that my earlier brainwashing had worked. Neon lights flashed, pedestrians came and went—how many people would have thought that a mother and son were taking their physical relationship a step further
in a street-side motel ? 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　Stepping into the room, my first thought was, "Damn, this room is really arousing!" 　　The lighting was a soft, warm yellow, and a large round bed with pink sheets sat in the center of the room. Even more striking was the large mirror at the head of the bed—clearly designed to evoke feelings of both love and shyness. Various types of condoms were displayed on the bedside table: flavored, vibrating, textured…etc. (Of course, I bought them all ). 　　Because the space was large enough, there was a jacuzzi near the window, obviously for shared bathing. A transparent screen separated the tub from the bed, perhaps for watching one's partner bathe? The television was flat- screen, with karaoke equipment underneath, and the karaoke tapes were all of naked women— I don't know if they wanted people to sing or… 　　While I was surveying the room's furnishings, my mother casually tossed her purse onto the floor. She stretched, then spread her arms and lay back on the bed. She looked at me, who was glancing around, and said, "Mingsen, sing a song for me. I've never heard you sing before!" 　　"Oh no! My singing is terrible! I'm practically tone-deaf," I replied, looking embarrassed. 　　Mom laughed, "The more you say that, the more I want to hear it. Sing! Or I'll make you sleep on the floor !" 　　Under Mom's pressure, I had no choice but to belt out a song. Since this room was so arousing, I decided to sing "Taking Off..."

"Okay, I'll take it off." I selected the song, picked up the microphone, and halfway through, I looked at my mom and gestured for her
to dance according to the lyrics. Of course, she refused, so I had to entertain myself by taking my clothes off while singing. My mom didn't expect me to do this
, and her laughter was almost as loud as a loudspeaker; her smile captivated me.

When the song ended, I was completely naked. I bowed to my mom and said, "Singing over,
time for the next act !" My mom immediately shook her head in refusal, just shouting for an encore. I said, "No encore! I have no clothes to take off, so I'll just have to take off my skin." I pulled on my still-unremoved foreskin, pulling it up and down, and my mom was amused
by my exaggerated and silly actions. 　　I rushed to my mother's side and hugged her tightly, saying, "Should you play the flute first, or should I attack the Jade Gate Pass first?" 　　My mother laughed and replied, "Jade Gate Pass? Take a bath first, I sweated a lot while eating!" After saying that, she stood up, and seeing that I didn't move, she turned to me and said, "Idiot! What are you still lying there for? Didn't you want to see my naked body? How can you see it if you don't take off your clothes?" 　　"Oh!" I roared with joy in my heart. I never expected that my mother, who had been ambiguous in her attitude, would actually ask me to help her undress. This was the first time I truly felt that studying was a good thing. How could I refuse? I jumped up and came up behind her. 　　"What are you daydreaming about? You don't even know how to take off your clothes?" After 　　being "tricked" by my mother, I immediately reached out and pulled the zipper on the back of her dress. With a "whoosh ," my mother's dress was down to her ankles. I put my hand on her shoulder and turned her around. Only face-to-face could I truly appreciate her figure. Reaching out, I gently stroked the sides of her pink bra, glancing at my mother and noticing her extreme nervousness. Although everything tonight might have been her plan, people often feel nervous and shy when things are about to happen. 　　Seeing her unease, my emotions were affected, and my hands trembled slightly. What had to be done , I did. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then pulled down . When I saw my mother's breasts, I couldn't help but gasp. 　　They were truly beautiful! Her breasts hadn't lost their ability to defy gravity despite her age; the shape was like that of actress Sakura Akane, with light brown areolas that appeared perfectly proportioned, and two small, adorable nipples. Seeing this, I couldn't resist lowering my head and gently biting one of my mother's nipples. 　　"Ouch! I told you to use your hands, not your mouth," my mother protested. 　　"Sorry, I couldn't help myself, what can I do when your breasts are so beautiful!" 　　"You, you're all talk. Take a shower first, and after you're done..." Mom paused, then continued, "After you're done, you can bite them all night long!" 　　Seeing fair breasts but not being able to touch them is painful, but seeing a perfect figure with something covering it is even more unbearable. I didn't want to be uncomfortable, so I took off Mom's underwear. The moment she was completely naked, I couldn't help but tease, "Mom, which hair salon offers pubic hair trimming? I want to go too." 　　"Go to hell! I did it myself." Mom didn't expect me to say that, and her whole face turned red. 　　"Ha, really? Being vain doesn't mean you can't have a runny nose, but be careful your little sister doesn't catch a cold!" Just as I was about to say something else, Mom pinched my ear hard. 　　"Say it again, and I'll see how I deal with you!" Mom's expression of seemingly angry but not angry was always so beautiful. 　　After soaping each other and rinsing off briefly, we sat side-by-side in the bathtub. My hands, of course, weren't idle; they were grabbing and rubbing my mother's large breasts. And my mother, not to be outdone , was stroking my penis with her delicate hands. Life is short, and I was already intoxicated by this moment, needing no wine. 　　"Mom, I suddenly thought of something." 　　"What is it?" 　　"We haven't kissed yet?" It's funny, even after all our relationship, I had no idea what her lips tasted like. 　　"I don't want to steal your first kiss," my mother said with a laugh. 　　"But I want to give it to you!" With that, I pouted and leaned in towards my mother's face. 　　I thought she would dodge, but instead, she accepted it head-on. The moment our lips met, I felt a warm current flow through my body. So this is what kissing feels like, especially when the other person is someone you love. That said , my kissing skills seem rather lacking, so Mom switched from defense to offense. She pried open my mouth with her tongue, her tongue first swirling around before entwining with mine. I finally understood the taste of a deep French kiss. I 　　don't know how long we kissed, but it took quite a bit of effort before our passionate lips finally separated. Before parting, it was like a farewell scene, our lips sticky and lingering, intoxicating. 　　After the kiss, I was still in a daze, lost in the moment. Mom brought me back to reality : "Mingsen... Mingsen!" 　　"Huh? What?" I awoke as if from a dream. 　　"What are you thinking about?" 　　"Nothing, just wondering if you've been secretly practicing your amazing kissing skills?" 　　"Practicing your big head! Not everything needs practice." 　　"Really? But I think I need to practice." With that, I turned slightly, grabbed my mother's breasts and rubbed them vigorously, then lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth, my tongue sometimes circling the areola and sometimes licking her breast randomly. "Mom, drink milk." After saying that, I started sucking on her nipple, occasionally biting it lightly. 　　"Mmm...mmm..." As my mother's breathing became heavy, I held her waist and said, "Mom, would you like to sit on the edge of the bathtub?" My mother obediently pressed her head against the ground and, with a little effort, sat on the edge . 　　When I placed my hands on her knees and spread her legs apart, my mother let out a soft gasp and then closed her eyes, like a young woman experiencing love for the first time. I then moved my gaze downwards and lingered on the place I had been longing for, my mother's vagina, my birthplace. "Mom, your abalone is so beautiful!" I couldn't help but exclaim. Between her thick labia majora was a dark slit of flesh, and I stretched out my index finger and moved it along the slit.

"What's an abalone? Ah..." Mom asked, letting out a moan as my fingers stimulated her.

"It's your little sister, or more academically, your genitals," I replied, parting her
labia majora.

"Hmm, so what does that have to do with an abalone? Oh... oh oh oh..."

"Want to see what an abalone looks like?" I searched diligently for her clitoris, and once I found it, I unceremoniously
let my tongue tease it. This was the first time I'd given Mom oral sex, and her honeypot was truly delicious.

"Ah? Oh, you pervert! How could you even think of that? Ahhh... ah..."

"Tsk tsk, that's not what I thought, that's a term that's been around for a long time." What a bad habit, licking her vulva and still
talking back. My tongue treated Mom's vulva like a dance floor, dancing on it. After licking for a while, a little bit of her juices flowed
into my mouth, and it was time for my fingers to join the fray. My middle finger began thrusting in and out of my mother's body. I sat beside her
, letting her hands rest on my shoulders, so I could lower my head and suckle her breasts.

My mother was overwhelmed by my simultaneous assault from above and below; her juices flowed more profusely, and her body began to tremble
: "Ah... Oh... Hmm... Ahhh..."

With three fingers inside, who could compete? Ignoring the aching in my hand, the more my mother's body trembled, the faster my hand moved
. My mother's moans turned into roars, and her juices gushed continuously from her vagina. This dual
enjoyment of sight and sound was beyond words.

"Ah... Oh... Hmm... Ahhh..." As if breaking through the limits of her vocal range, my mother's
voice grew higher and higher, giving the illusion of lingering echoes. Then, when the moans reached their peak,
waves of juices gushed out, flowing into the bathtub.

My mother's panting continued, but my assault did not stop. I picked her up, tossed her onto the bed,
lifted , spread her hips, and began to lick her with my tongue, kiss her with my mouth, caress her with my palms, and thrust with my fingers
—a series of actions that quickly brought Mom to another climax. Perhaps only
seemingly inexhaustible honey could rival the raging wildfire! The sheets were soaked, a huge wet patch.

Perhaps influenced by me, Mom became quite funny. Before I could launch another attack, she gestured for me to
pause: "Take a break, Mom, Mom's a little weak in the knees."

I gently stroked her hair, teasing her, "Mom, you sprayed so much water, won't you die of dehydration?
Maybe you'll be on the headlines, 'So-and-so died of dehydration from excessive blowing due to over-excitement.'"

"Get lost. It'd better be like that!" Mom's breathing had returned to normal: "Okay, now it's my turn
to play a tune."

Good heavens! If my tongue had tendons, I probably would have cramped up. My mom was giving me oral sex, that's true, but she was on
top of me, her buttocks facing my face. The meaning couldn't be clearer: she wanted me to continue with oral sex. Mom was
busy, so I went for it; I had a whole night to rest anyway!

The whole room echoed with lewd sounds; it was intoxicating. Speaking of which, Mom
sacrificed a lot this time; she even used her "dragon drill" technique, giving me a different kind of pleasure. Damn it, I thought
only girls moaned during sex, but this time I did too.

"Mmm, Mom, I want... I want to cum in your mouth..." I tried to make my request.

"Tsk... tsk... slurp..." Mom didn't answer; the only sound I heard was the sound of her sucking my penis hard
.

Then, after about half a minute, Mom suddenly turned 180 degrees, her buttocks away from my
face, her head parallel to my penis. Of course, her tongue never left my penis; that's what I thought
made Mom so amazing.

Usually, my mom, who can anticipate my ejaculation, would always remove her mouth at the right moment. However
, this time, she didn't! I ejaculated into her mouth, and she lifted her face, extended her palm, and slowly
opened her mouth, letting the semen flow into her palm. I love watching actresses ejaculate; my mom is my personal actress!

"Mom, thank you!" I used a tissue to wipe my mom's mouth.

"You're welcome. Maybe I owed you something in my past life?" My mom smiled faintly. "You saw my naked
body, what's the big deal?"

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