Mom tempted me

From a young age, I loved being with my mother and unknowingly developed a fascination with her, including her body. Every man has some degree of Oedipus complex, and I was no exception. When I entered puberty and my sexual awareness began to emerge, I learned to masturbate. At first, I fantasized about pretty girls. I was in junior high school then, and not many girls in my class were well-developed, so the pleasure wasn't very intense.
During summer vacation, because of the hot weather, my mother and I slept on the floor at home, and I was only wearing underwear. That night, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw my mother sleeping soundly beside me. Suddenly, I felt an unprecedented sexual urge. My mother was wearing a thin shirt, and because the hem was blown up by the fan, her fair belly was exposed, and occasionally the hem was blown up to her bra, making the bottom edge of her bra faintly visible. My mother's skirt had been pulled up to her thighs while she slept, revealing her bare, beautiful legs. I was restless and couldn't sleep, staring at the sight. A fierce internal struggle raged within me; on one hand, I thought about my mother's alluring body, and on the other hand, I felt a deep sense of guilt, knowing she was untouchable. Finally, my thoughts settled. I decided to do nothing more than enjoy my mother's beautiful legs during the summer vacation, even just touching them would be enough. I fell asleep that night, still confused.
I hadn't paid much attention to my mother's figure before, but that night I discovered how incredibly alluring she was. I began to secretly observe every part of her body. I discovered so many alluring features: 1. Firm breasts; 2. Fair and smooth skin; 3. Beautifully shaped legs. So, during the day, I tried every means to get close to my mother, and she didn't seem to mind, perhaps because she had been spoiled as a child.
While Mom was cooking, I would often press myself against her back and whisper secrets, making her laugh uncontrollably and stick her butt out, which landed right on my engorged penis. I didn't move much, quietly enjoying it. Mom probably noticed something, because she straightened up, and everyone fell silent. When Mom sat on the sofa watching TV, I would peek at her breasts through her sleeves from the side; sometimes, when she got engrossed in TV, she would cross her legs on the sofa, making it even easier for me to admire her beautiful legs. Because Mom liked to go dancing, she often wore sexy tight-fitting clothes, white mini skirts, and sexy flesh-colored stockings, showcasing her beautiful thigh curves to their fullest, which always made me incredibly aroused.
Perhaps God was catering to my insatiable desires, because even in the hot summer, I caught a cold and felt dizzy all day. Of course, Mom was there to take care of me; I rested on the sofa, and Mom sat beside my head with me. Because my mother was wearing a short silk skirt, her snow-white thighs were very close to my face. Sometimes I would close my eyes and breathe in her sweet fragrance; other times I would stare at her thighs and quietly admire their alluring curves.
Strangely, in the following days, my mother rarely stayed at home. She was either going out dancing or shopping. I really didn't know what she was thinking. I also felt very disappointed. Weren't we getting along well at first? Did she become afraid of my groping hands after calming down? I didn't believe it. My actions weren't that excessive, and I didn't touch her genitals.
Being alone at home was boring, so I resumed my busy summer vacation, often playing soccer with friends. Because I was covered in sweat when I came home in the evening, my mother would always take the initiative to wipe my sweat with a damp towel. After wiping my sweat a few times, I suddenly realized the subtlety behind it. My mother wouldn't wipe my sweat before. Was it because of the touching I had the other day?
Sigh, women's minds are so complicated, so hard to guess. So I started paying attention to how my mother wiped my sweat. Sure enough, when I got home and took off my clothes, shirtless, she liked to wipe the sweat from my chest first, then my back. She was especially careful with those two areas, massaging me like she was giving a massage, while she just quickly wiped the sweat from my head. On
a hot summer night, my father was reading in his study, the old air conditioner vibrating slightly. At my desk, I had my arms around my mother's waist, and she sat on my lap. I leaned forward, pressing against her full, soft breasts, my lower body moving rhythmically, rubbing against her. The sound of my grandparents watching TV in the living room drowned out our breathing and the sounds of our bodies colliding. My mother's bra, pink panties, and my trousers were scattered on the floor, looking a bit messy.
My father thought my mother was helping me with my homework. He didn't know that my hands were now moving from my mother's smooth thighs to her soft abdomen, then slipping inside her white short-sleeved shirt to grasp her full, elastic breasts, kneading them incessantly. To make it easier to get back in, neither of us took off our shirts. Mom only took off her underwear and bra, lifting her skirt up to her waist.
We suppressed our pleasure, but our movements became increasingly passionate. Mom's lower body suddenly tightened, and she cried out, "Ah!" Dad happened to be going to the bathroom and passed by my room. The wooden door wasn't very soundproof, and he heard Mom's cry and knocked, asking, "Wen, what's wrong?" We were startled by Dad's voice and froze. My hands, which were rubbing Mom's breasts and wrapped around her buttocks, stopped instantly. Mom remained in a half-standing position. My penis slipped out, feeling a little wet and sticky, and it twitched twice in the air.
After about two or three seconds of silence, we could hear each other's soft breathing. Mom said towards the door, "It's nothing, there are a lot of mosquitoes in the summer, I got bitten." Dad said, "I'll get you some mosquito coils!" Mom quickly replied, "No need, the air conditioning isn't very ventilated, and mosquito coils are harmful to the body..." From the other side of the door came: "Then be careful, getting bitten by mosquitoes can easily lead to a cold." Xiaolong, you need to be careful too. Don't study too late. Your school has a sports meet tomorrow, and your mom and you both have to get up early! I swallowed hard and said, "Okay, I know!" Then, hearing his footsteps disappear, we breathed a sigh of relief. But my lower body also went limp. Mom smiled and gently tapped my head, saying, "I told you to be gentle, you almost caused a problem!"
Seeing Mom's action and her gentle smile, I suddenly felt a surge of desire. I stood up, hugged Mom, pressed her against the desk, spread her legs, climbed on top of her, and rubbed my genitals against her vulva. I quickly became hard and penetrated her. Her wet, tight vagina enveloped my penis, and an indescribable pleasure quickly overwhelmed my entire body. I pulled Mom's clothes up from her waist to her chest, revealing her round breasts. I grasped and kneaded them with both hands, the fullness of her flesh constantly stimulating my brain. I increased the speed of my thrusts. Mom's body was limp, letting me do as I pleased, but her breath became heavy. After only three or four minutes of rapid thrusting, I was on the verge of exploding. The sound of my father's footsteps coming from the bathroom passed by the door, but the pleasure of approaching climax made me disregard everything else. My mother was about to signal me to stop, but I ignored her and thrust violently into her genitals, then pounced on her, pressing my breasts against her and holding her tightly. My mother couldn't help but moan softly, her legs clamping around my waist, her hands stroking my neck and back.
The sound of my father's study door closing came from behind me. My movements were almost out of control, causing a series of loud smacking sounds. I thrust deeper into my mother's vagina; the inner walls of her vagina contracted rapidly and rhythmically, her cervix sucking at the head of my penis. My penis felt like it was being sucked by a tender little mouth and a wet, mysterious tunnel, and I could no longer hold on. My testicles twitched, and a thick stream of semen was about to ejaculate. Suddenly, Mom grabbed and blocked my penis, saying, "Don't ejaculate inside..." But I was already at the peak of my arousal. Although Mom grabbed and gently blocked my penis from thrusting, it still excitedly thrust in and out of Mom's vagina a dozen times, throbbing and pulsating. It took a while for me to feel the contraction and warmth of her vagina before it subsided slightly.
When I got home on Friday night, Mom wiped my sweat as usual after I came home from playing soccer. However, unlike usual, Dad wasn't home, which made me especially excited. I was sitting on the sofa, and Mom was sitting to my right, her left hand rubbing my back through a towel. I was already having impure thoughts, but I was afraid Dad would come home, so I didn't dare to do anything indecent. After considering for a while, I softly asked, "Mom, where did Dad go?" "It's the weekend. He went to entertain clients. Your dad was recently promoted to deputy director of the marketing department, so he'll have plenty of opportunities to play around from now on, sigh..." Mom sighed. "Oh? A promotion is a good thing, why is Mom sighing?" I asked, puzzled. I was young and naive, and didn't understand these adult rules of society. "You're still so innocent, you don't understand," Mom said casually, not intending to continue the discussion. "So, what time do you think Dad will be home tonight?" I asked cautiously, suppressing my excitement. "Probably very late. What's wrong, you little rascal? Why are you so concerned about Dad today?" Mom smiled slightly.
Only then did I realize that Mom had placed the towel on the sofa and was directly touching my back with her palm. Mom's cool fingers pressed against my back, and I felt a burning desire ignite within me. Without thinking, I blurted out, "Dad's not home today, so Mom can have more time to massage me." I leaned my head on Mom's shoulder, looking into her smiling eyes, and softly said, "Mom, it's been so long since I've touched you. How about I touch you today?" Mom laughed, "You little rascal, I'm ignoring you!"
Seeing an opportunity, I ignored her protests and wrapped my right arm around Mom's waist, while my left hand lifted Mom's legs onto mine. Mom was wearing a dress that only reached her knees, and she wasn't wearing stockings. With my hand on top of her, her thighs pressed against mine. Because Mom's knees were bent, the dress slipped down, revealing her fair thighs. I felt like I was about to explode. My right hand caressed Mom's waist, while my left hand roamed over her legs. I grinned wickedly, inserting the five fingers of my left hand side by side between my mother's thighs, my palm and the back of my hand sliding up and down between her tender legs.
My mother, shy, clamped my hand between her legs, making the action appear even more lewd, as my hand moved between her tightly pressed thighs, as if I were raping her. My mother started pinching me, struggling. "If you keep doing this, I'll really ignore you! Let me go!" My mother suddenly became agitated, seemingly angry.
Suddenly, I realized that my right hand, which was around her waist, had moved upwards, inadvertently touching the lower edge of my mother's right breast. I began to take the initiative, and once again, through her tight clothing, I pulled up her bra strap, but this time I didn't let go, just constricting her breast. Sitting to my side, I could clearly see that her breasts, constricted by her bra, appeared even firmer. Seeing this scene, my penis was about to explode. At this moment, Mom quickly leaned back on the sofa, pressing her back against my right hand so that I wouldn't pull up her bra strap.
"You're going to die, someone's thigh isn't for you to kiss so easily." Mom said in a deliberately serious tone. The feeling of conquest once again overwhelmed me. Mom and I made two "hmm" sounds as we joined our lips, then I pressed Mom down, making her support herself with her hands on the ground. I straddled her, my legs tightly clamping around Mom's slender waist. Mom couldn't help but moan softly a few times, her buttocks and body trembling slightly back and forth, as if there was a thrusting force from behind. I also put my other hand on Mom's buttocks and squeezed them, slapping them hard with a crisp, soul-stirring "smack." Mom would also let out an "ah" moan. I was like a brave knight spurring on a beautiful mare, galloping across the boundless, mysterious grassland. "Giddy up!" I blurted out in a daze. My mother, sitting between my legs, burst out laughing again. She said, "You really think you're riding a horse? You're so into it, you could be an actor!" I said, "I am riding Mom, riding my own mother! Haha." After saying that, I squeezed my legs together and slapped my mother's buttocks, shouting "Giddy up!" again... My only thought was to ejaculate my thick semen into my mother's uterus...

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