Sexual experiences with a repressed mother

My family isn't wealthy; we're slightly above average, middle class. My father works in a steel factory, and my mother
runs a small business (selling underwear) on the pedestrian street. Due to the global financial crisis, the steel factory where my father works is struggling,
resulting in over six months of unpaid wages. Therefore, the family's income basically depends on my mother's small shop.

Seeing my mother worrying every day about my father's drinking and daily expenses, I resolutely gave up the
internship arranged by the school and went straight into the workforce. Currently, I work in sales at an electronics company
. My monthly salary, including various benefits and bonuses, adds up to over ten thousand yuan, plus an annual bonus. This is enough to
cover my own living expenses and, to some extent, help my mother support our precarious family.
Although my family is ordinary, the relationships within it are astonishing.

When I was in junior high school, my parents had a very good relationship. My mother is sweet-looking and has a great figure.
At 1.66 meters tall, her legs are long and shapely. Her face shows almost no signs of aging
; her fair complexion glows with a rosy hue. My father would go out drinking and joking with his friends, often boasting that marrying
my mother was his proudest achievement. His cronies, without arguing, would jokingly threaten to steal
her away. In the evenings, our family would go for walks after dinner; looking back, it all seems so warm and harmonious.

The story begins when I was in my senior year of high school, nineteen and my mother thirty-four.
My father developed hemorrhoids. At that time, the steel mill where he worked was doing quite well (his monthly bonus was around two thousand
yuan, bringing his total monthly income to about ten thousand).

He went to the city's most expensive hospital, where the hospital fees alone exceeded five thousand yuan.

I took leave from work to take him there that day; my mother and I carried bags of necessities
. The room was on the third floor of the inpatient ward. At that moment, only the three of us were in the hallway: my father was in front,
shuffling along, my mother in the middle, and I carrying fruit behind. Mom was carrying a basin in both hands, filled with
shampoo, laundry detergent, soap, and other things; it was quite heavy.

Dad, suffering from hemorrhoids, walked slowly. After climbing about twenty steps, Mom's arms got tired, so she put the basin down
on the steps and rested her head on her hands.

Standing on the steps, Mom's plump, shapely buttocks were right in front of me, and my thoughts immediately drifted back to
the day before yesterday.

That day, because it was Grandma's birthday in the countryside, and Dad couldn't move around easily, Mom and I went back to celebrate with her.
Because there were many relatives going, Mom and I had to squeeze into one bed in one room. To be honest,
I hadn't slept in the same bed with my mother since third grade.

That night, because I had traveled a long way, I went to bed early after dinner. Going to bed early meant
I couldn't fall asleep in the middle of the night.

It was the height of summer, and everyone was dressed lightly, sleeping without blankets. My mother and I slept in the room she used to sleep in before she got married
, on the second floor, by the window. Now it was my cousin's room, so the bed was naturally small.

I woke up in the middle of the night to a bright moon. By the moonlight streaming in through the window, I was startled to find my mother with her back to me.
Her skirt and underwear had somehow been pulled down to her knees, exposing her round, white buttocks to the moonlight,
almost within reach.

Now I'm not the clueless newbie I used to be. When I entered junior high, I met a really close friend, a true buddy.
Thanks to him, I gained a lot of experience. It was around that time that I started to yearn for the opposite sex.
In my first year of high school, I took a bold step and asked a quiet, academically gifted girl in my class out, losing my virginity
. Of course, she was a virgin too. So, instead of just randomly going to a cheap hotel like others
, I spent my allowance from the past two years, saying I wanted to ask her for some help with some problems.
I found a five-star hotel in the city and arranged a romantic candlelight dinner. That very night, I won her over,
and now she's my girlfriend.

Getting back to the point, since I now know everything I should and shouldn't know, and have done
things others haven't done, seeing my mother almost completely naked made me feel hot all over, a certain part of my body
swelling up intensely but with nowhere to go.

To be honest, ever since I came into contact with those pornographic books, I've had some unrealistic fantasies about my mother
. But those fantasies only stayed at the level of wishful thinking. In my eyes, my mother was usually a
very dignified and virtuous person, a model of a good wife and mother. Except for necessary situations, she wouldn't
have much contact with men other than my father and me.

Those scenes of incest between mother and son were just thoughts that crossed my mind in the dead of night. I
never imagined that one day I would see my mother in such a state.

A mature woman's body, already in a state of mating, was right in front of me; I could touch it with just a reach of my hand.
It would be a waste not to enjoy it. I only glanced at that buttock a few times and my blood was already boiling. If
something could happen that night, it would be incredibly ecstatic. I'd peeked at my mom showering before, only vaguely seeing
her body. Then, when I was in second or third grade, I showered with her, and back then I saw it clearly, though I
couldn't appreciate such a beautiful sight. Now, my memories were hazy. Seeing
my mom's alluring body again, how could I not be excited?

My lower body grew increasingly engorged, and my hand slowly, inching, reached towards my mom's body.

Ten centimeters… eight centimeters… two centimeters…

The closer I got, the more excited I became, and my hand trembled more and more.

Finally, my trembling hand touched my mom's skin. For the rest of the time, I was panting,
my hand on my mom's buttocks frozen in place, afraid that any sudden movement would wake her. If that happened,
this wonderful moment might turn into hell!

Touching my mother's smooth skin, I don't know how much time passed—perhaps ten minutes, perhaps an
hour—time seemed to drag on. Listening to her even breathing, I gradually calmed
my excitement. After a long while, I cautiously began to stroke my mother's buttocks.

At first, I only dared to stroke her buttocks, but slowly I grew bolder, extending my touch to
her thighs. Perhaps my movements were too forceful, because I heard my mother's breathing suddenly quicken, and I...
I froze, but thankfully I reacted quickly, pulling my hand back in a fraction of a second.

After I withdrew my hand, Mom's breathing became steady; perhaps she was in a state between sleep and wakefulness
. I didn't delve into it at the time. Since Mom wasn't awake, she remained almost completely naked
. After a while, presumably until Mom was fast asleep, the fire of desire tempted me to reach my mischievous hand back towards Mom
's snow-white buttocks.

This time was the same; at first it was fine, but after a while Mom's breathing became rapid again, and I
could only abandon my hands that were roaming over Mom's body.

Just like before, Mom's breathing soon returned to normal. Unwilling to give up, I reached out again.
Similarly, her breathing quickened again in a short while, and this time the area I touched was larger. Accompanying her rapid
breathing was a slight tremor in her body. Even if I were stupid, I knew Mom was pretending to be asleep. Later, Mom
told me that because of Dad's health, they hadn't been intimate for a long time. That night, sleeping next to me
, a man exuding youthful hormones, how could Mom not feel flustered and agitated?
Seeing me sound asleep, she thought of masturbating to satisfy her craving. Who knew that not long after, I
woke up suddenly, in a panic... So Mom pretended to be asleep, not even having time to pull up her skirt and underwear. She thought I
'd fall asleep soon, but little did she know I'd be so audacious as to try and molest her. The first time, I thought a little touching would
be enough, but I grew bolder and bolder, and Mom's body reacted. I stopped, thinking it
would be over, but soon I started again, again and again, becoming increasingly bold.
Mom, already aroused from masturbation, was even more unbearable, her body reacting more and more intensely. The end result was
Mom left in a state of limbo, while I endured the agonizing pain of my genitals about to explode,
unable to relieve myself despite the beauty before me.

That night was destined to be sleepless!

As darkness dissipated and light began to break, Mom suddenly jumped out of bed, her back to me, frantically pulling up her
skirt. In her haste, I thought I saw the dried wetness between her legs. After getting dressed,
Mom turned around and looked at me resentfully. We remained silent.

After breakfast, my mother said she was going to dig some bamboo shoots on the mountain to take back home and asked me
to come with her. Being with my mother was always nice, so I asked my grandmother for a sickle and a bamboo basket and set off with her.

The bamboo grove at my grandmother's house was halfway up the mountain. The path was lush and green, with unidentified
wildflowers blooming along the way. On a whim, I started picking flowers as I walked, and soon I had woven a flower wreath.

"Wait a minute, beautiful lady, this wreath is for you!"

Because my mother was walking ahead of me, and it took me a while to weave the wreath, I called out to her as I ran.

Hearing my words, my mother turned around, and I placed the wreath on her head. Looking at her
face, which was slightly sweaty from the climb, I thought of how her clothes were half-exposed last night, and my lower body instantly
became aroused, almost making me unable to resist the urge to kiss her.

"You're being naughty..."

Mom was still quite pleased. Seeing my expression, she probably remembered what happened last night. She reached out and poked
me, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed me on the cheek before running away, blushing. After

Mom left, I endured her kiss, suppressing the swelling in my lower body, and awkwardly made my way to
my destination. Mom had already been resting there for a while. Seeing my embarrassed state, she covered her mouth and laughed heartily
, looking incredibly alluring.

I carried a large bamboo basket, mainly to dig up a few things to take back to the city to eat; more wouldn't be easy
to carry. I finished digging in no time

. Before leaving, Mom said she had drunk too much water that morning and needed to relieve herself. As she spoke, she walked a few steps away from me
and started lifting her skirt and taking off her underwear to relieve herself. Of course, she was facing away from me, but even with
her back to me, her entire plump buttocks were exposed in front of me.

I was extremely surprised; this benefit came so suddenly. To be honest, in the countryside, if you need to relieve yourself, you
just find a secluded spot. This is very common in the countryside. I remember once
visiting my grandmother's house; they didn't have a bathroom. That night, I saw my aunt taking a bath naked in the backyard.
Her breasts, buttocks, and pubic hair were clearly visible.

Listening to the soft gurgling sounds of my mother urinating, I couldn't resist the temptation. I walked up
to my mother and stared at her. My mother knew I was watching her, but she didn't react at all. She simply stood up calmly,
pulled up her underwear, and lowered her skirt. In that instant, I saw my mother's private area. There wasn't
much pubic hair, like a young girl's, just a few sparse strands adorning her pubic mound, which was incredibly alluring.

After that, we went back to my grandmother's house and then took a bus back to the city.

Although it was only for a short time, it completely changed my perception of my mother. Now, whenever I see her buttocks
, I'm reminded of the passionate encounter the night before last. Perhaps I was distracted, or maybe I was too close, because I accidentally
bumped into her plump buttocks.

"Ah!" My mother jumped in surprise, and her buttocks landed squarely on my face. She was wearing a short dress and
flesh-colored stockings. Wow, a sweet fragrance mixed with a slightly fishy smell wafted from her buttocks, pressing tightly against my nose.
I was startled, my mouth slightly opening and closing, as if I had kissed her beautiful buttocks.

Then I felt a tightness in my nose, and her plump buttocks on my face relaxed slightly. Ah…so good, my mother's
buttocks were soft and warm. The only drawback was that she was wearing flesh-colored stockings, so I didn't get the full pleasure of touching her buttocks,
but there was a kind of friction mixed with a slightly erotic feel.

The immense stimulation, coupled with the events of the past two days, had me hardened up early.
A gentle rub of my face against
my mother's plump buttocks almost made me lose control; what an ecstatic feeling! The warm flesh of her buttocks pressed tightly against my face; I wanted to rub my face against her cleft.

My father, walking in front, heard my mother's cry and asked, "What's wrong?" Because of her buttocks, he couldn't
turn around to look down. "Oh, nothing," my mother replied calmly, perhaps because it was her son.

She placed a basin on the steps with both hands, removed her buttocks from my face, and looked completely normal.

Losing the soft touch, I felt a wave of loss, as if my precious treasure had suddenly vanished
. Looking up at my "precious treasure," a fleeting glance at what I saw made my penis even
more erect. Good heavens! My mother was wearing lace-trimmed, see-through underwear.
I'd never felt anything when I saw her wearing lace-trimmed, see-through underwear while hanging clothes before, but this time it was different. A surge of lust rushed to my head,
and my penis swelled from the intense stimulation.

My mother's buttocks were partially covered by a short skirt, and her flesh-colored stockings
shimmered in the sunlight streaming into the hallway. My Oedipus complex began to take hold from that moment on, and I developed
a habit of masturbating with my mother's stockings and underwear. But that's another story.

My mother, perhaps embarrassed, didn't turn around to look at me, picked up the basin, and continued walking upstairs, while I,
with my erection, followed unsteadily.

The ward was a private room with a private bathroom. After settling Dad's belongings in, I quickly
slipped away. I was afraid to meet Mom's gaze, so I kept my head down the whole time and didn't see her
expression.

Two days later, I received news that Dad's surgery was successful. I wondered if I should go see him. For some
reason, Mom's round, plump buttocks instantly flashed into my mind. A surge of lust made me determined
. I had to go.

Knowing Dad might not be able to eat, I bought dinner for Mom and myself.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Come in." It was Mom's voice. Because of what happened the day before yesterday and my guilty conscience, I was still
quite uneasy.

Entering the room, I found Dad wasn't there. "Mom, where's Dad?" I asked weakly.

"The doctor took him to change his dressing," Mom said calmly, probably not dwelling on what had happened a few days ago
. I felt reassured.

I placed dinner on the table. "Mom, have some food. I didn't buy any for Dad because I'm afraid the doctor won't let him eat." My
anxiety vanished completely.

"You eat first, I'll make up the mattress for Dad."

It was late afternoon, and the last rays of the setting sun slanted in. Mom was wearing a loose shirt and fitted sweatpants
; her shapely figure looked incredibly alluring in the afterglow. I forgot about dinner
and just stared at Mom. When I saw the bulge under her sweatpants, a
ticklish feeling rose in my lower abdomen.

Dad didn't come home until late. We talked about school, and when I checked the time, it was already past eleven. Dad said,
"Don't go home tonight. You and Mom can share a bed. Go straight to school tomorrow."

"Okay!" I replied immediately. For some reason, at that moment, I didn't see Mom as my own mother at all
. It felt like I was taking advantage of a strange woman at night, and a surge of secret joy filled my heart.

I have a habit of sleeping naked, but I don't take off my underwear. My mother went to the bathroom to change into a pair of big shorts and a small
tank top. When she came out, my eyes lit up. "Mom, why do you have such a great figure? Tell me, and
I'll tell your daughter-in-law later!"

"Get lost, you brat, daring to flirt with your mother? You want a beating?" My mother was still very childlike. My father
chuckled beside her. What they didn't know was that at that moment, my mind was fantasizing about my mother's
lewd posture in bed.

The only drawback of the private room in the hospital was that there was no bed for a companion, only a single folding bed. My mother
could lie on it by herself without any problem, but if I squeezed in, it would be too small.

So my mother and I were close together. My mother was lying on her side facing my father, her plump buttocks sticking back against
me. Originally, I was facing the window with my back to my mother, but when I touched my mother's buttocks, my penis immediately became erect. I
also turned over because of the lust and faced my mother's back.

Because we were in the room, and it wasn't cold, we didn't cover ourselves with a blanket. The moonlight illuminated my mother's slender waist,
making me want to wrap my arms around her. My mother sensed my movement and pulled her buttocks forward slightly, probably to avoid being squeezed . She
slowly fell asleep.

They slept soundly and peacefully, but I tossed and turned, wide awake, my penis throbbing with lust.
Around 2 a.m., lust finally overcame reason, and I actually wanted to masturbate, and to my mother no less. I

quietly pulled down my underwear and slowly stroked my penis with my hand. My lust made me exceptionally bold, and my other hand
reached towards my mother's buttocks. Ah… the round, soft feeling. I didn't dare use too much force, just gently caressing her.
My mind fantasized about rubbing my penis against my mother's buttocks, and the feeling was so intoxicating.

After stroking for ten minutes, both my hands were a little numb, but I didn't feel any urge to ejaculate. Those who have tasted the sweetness
never know the danger, because the inner satisfaction made me forget everything around me. I wanted to turn my fantasy
into reality; I wanted to rub my big cock against my mother's buttocks!

Listening to my mother's deep breathing, I knew she was sleeping soundly. I gently pulled down my mother's shorts with my right hand.

The feeling of tension made me sweat profusely, sticky and very uncomfortable.
When I pulled my mother's shorts down to her mid-thighs, my mother's knees squeezed together, and I was so frightened that I stopped immediately. I just stood there, holding the edge of my mother's shorts,
frozen in place.

After about five minutes, making sure my mother hadn't woken up, I boldly inserted my hard penis into
my mother's buttocks, slowly rubbing it through her panties.

The sensation from my glans and my hand told me that my mother was now wearing the same lace-trimmed transparent panties I had seen that day
, now damp with some fluid secreted from my glans!

Oh my god, this feels like incest! It's just like actually penetrating my mother's vagina, giving me a blissful
feeling. I slowly rubbed and moved, but a man's heart is never truly satisfied. I boldly
placed my hands on my mother's waist, pulled her back, and then thrust my hips forward in response.

This action gave me immense satisfaction. Just as I was lost in enjoying this forbidden pleasure,
a sudden sharp pain in my leg almost made me scream! My mother was awake!! I was so frightened that my penis went limp, and I
quickly rolled over and turned my face away.

Listening to my mother's heavy breathing, she seemed very angry. I thought, "This is bad, what do I do?!"
My mind went blank. I lay there quietly for a while, noticing that my mother still hadn't moved, and there was no
scolding as I'd imagined. Thinking about this, I shamefully got an erection again. "Mom, maybe she doesn't blame me? Is she afraid Dad
will find out?" This thought emboldened me.

I turned around and noticed my shorts were still half-off. What did my mother mean? Was she hinting at something
?

Did she want it too? Or was she just subconsciously pinching me earlier, and now she was asleep? But if
she was asleep, why was her breathing so heavy?

However, these thoughts didn't affect my next move. I held my engorged penis with my left hand, and with my right hand, I gripped
my mother's buttocks and inserted it again. There was no pleasurable friction, because the sharp pain in my legs
prevented me from focusing on it.

My mother wasn't asleep either; her hand was twisting my thigh without moving. Slowly, I got used
to the pain and even mustered the courage to thrust. Mom felt my movements and the force of my twisting motion
increased. Haha, okay, let's see who can't hold back first.

I tightened my grip on Mom's buttocks, pulling her back. My penis rubbed against
Mom's vulva through her thin, lace panties. The waves of pleasure from my penis, combined with Mom's heavy breathing
, made me feel like I'd die right then and there.

Perhaps it was the reduced pain that made my penis more sensitive, or perhaps Mom was afraid Dad would discover our lewd actions,
or maybe she'd had enough of my lewdness and wanted to end this battle quickly. She did something I never expected:
Mom reached out her right hand and pressed my penis against her vulva, squeezing her legs together. God, was Mom
masturbating me?

Not only that, the panties my penis was rubbing against became increasingly slippery. Besides the secretions from my penis, Mom's
vagina was also flowing with a lot of vaginal fluid, which could even be seen reflecting the moonlight. A warm, slippery sensation accompanied the sizzling
, wet sounds as I thrust.

The little hand that had been "mischievous" on my left leg moved to my buttocks, pressing down to help my penis
move more effectively.

I was incredibly excited, placing both hands on my mother's waist and thrusting forcefully, the sizzling sounds filling the air.

A lewd scent slowly filled the room. My breathing became heavy; each
thrust of my penis, accompanied by my mother's love juices, rubbed against her panties, the tingling sensation driving me
to thrust wildly.

Because I pulled my mother's hips back too hard, the folding bed creaked loudly, startling both my
mother and me. We both stopped, listening quietly to my father's reaction.

We had both forgotten that my father had taken a
sleeping pill before bed to help him sleep better and aid his recovery, so he hadn't woken us. My mother and I became very careful, slowly shifting our positions.
The squelching sound lasted for over ten minutes, and I began to tire of the monotonous action. I pulled out my penis, knelt up
, and, holding my mother's waist, pulled her towards me.

My mother felt the hot, throbbing penis suddenly disappear from her lower body and let out
a soft "hmm." Then, feeling my hands, she obediently followed. I pulled my mother to the center of the bed and
pressed her face down. Now she was completely lying on the bed. I slowly pulled down my mother's shorts. My mother was
probably a little nervous and resisted for a moment, but after sensing my persistence, she softly muttered "you little beast" and let me do
as I pleased.

Hearing that coquettish moan gave me immense satisfaction. After taking off my own underwear, I knelt
on the bed and looked down at my mother's posture. Her slender waist and round buttocks didn't look like a woman in her thirties at all
; she looked completely like a young girl.

Her lace panties were covered with my mother's vaginal fluid, glistening in the moonlight. I couldn't resist leaning down to smell
it. A fishy, lewd scent followed, followed by my mother's displeased "leg-pinching technique." Suddenly,
I realized how cute my mother was, just like my own woman.

Thinking this, I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled my mother's panties down halfway and thrust my hard penis
inside.

Perhaps wanting to preserve a dreamlike feeling, or perhaps the taboo hadn't been fully
broken in my heart, I didn't insert my penis into my mother's vagina at that moment. Instead, I let her labia majora gently rub against my penis.

My mother's panties were the kind with very little fabric, tightly binding my penis and making it completely nestled within her labia.

And so, I supported myself with my hands on my mother's... On either side of her chest, we performed the most primal movements. Although our organs were in close contact,
there was no true penetration.

Each time I thrust downwards, the glans would slip out of her labia with a soft "slippery" sound.
The slippery, warm feeling on the glans, the close friction between her labia and the glans, combined with the forbidden psychological impact, surged through my body and
rushed to my mind. My hips also rose and fell slightly, making soft slapping
sounds on my mother's buttocks, which seemed extremely lewd and stimulating.

I supported my body with my hands and moved up and down like this for more than ten minutes, feeling my arms getting sore. I then
lay on my mother's back, my hands reaching down to grab her breasts through her loose tank top.

"Hmm?"

"Hmm!"

The first sound was mine, because I realized my mother wasn't wearing a bra! The second sound was a
soul-stirring moan from my mother. The two intense sensations made me lose control. My penis suddenly thrust forward, embedding half of the glans
into my mother's labia, and I ejaculated a large amount of thick semen! Because my penis wasn't deep inside my mother's vagina, some of the semen flowed out

from where my penis met my mother's labia shortly after ejaculation . Some ran down my mother's panties onto the sheets, while others ran down her pubic hair onto her stomach, creating bright streaks in the moonlight, eventually soaking the sheets. The rest, due to the force of the ejaculation, went into my mother's vagina and flowed towards her uterus. 　　"Huff, huff, huff..." The powerful ejaculation brought my mother to orgasm, her breathing incredibly heavy. 　　My mother's labia and slippery panties tightly gripped my large penis, as if it were inside her vagina.

I quietly enjoyed the baptism of the copious love juices flowing from my mother's climax!

I lay on top of her, both of us panting. After a few minutes, "pat, pat, pat,"
my mother patted my buttocks, signaling me to get up.

Having tasted the sweetness, how could I let this opportunity pass? Who knew if my mother would let my big cock penetrate
her tender little hole again, letting my semen return to the womb that nurtured me! My big

cock, still hard inside my mother's labia after ejaculation!

Ignoring my mother's hints, I continued to squeeze and knead her breasts, my big cock
thrusting back and forth inside her labia!

My mother seemed to understand my thoughts, and stopped patting my buttocks. She reached back and pressed my
buttocks down hard, as if trying to merge with me. Feeling my mother's movements, I loved
her to death, and my movements inevitably became more vigorous!

Dad was fast asleep after taking sleeping pills; I doubted he'd wake up even if I
blasted loud music. My large penis rubbing against Mom's labia, making the folding bed creak, didn't wake him!

This emboldened me further. I pulled my hand away from Mom's breasts and gently
lifted her buttocks.

"Hmm," Mom noticed my movement, glanced back in confusion, and immediately understood
what I was about to do. She playfully scolded me, "You rascal," before turning her head back and obediently lifting her buttocks.

After Mom lifted her buttocks, I didn't rush to thrust. My large penis didn't penetrate Mom's tender vagina
; instead, I used her panties and labia to grip my penis and thrust up and down, just like before.

While my penis was thrusting, my hands weren't idle either. I grabbed a corner of Mom's tank top and pulled it
up to her armpits!

Then I climbed onto my mother's back, kissing her skin, my hands continuing to knead her breasts. Her
nipples were already hard!

"Ah...ah...um...um...ah..."

As my tongue roamed over my mother's back, and her breasts changed shape in my hands
, her body trembled, and suppressed moans escaped her lips, incredibly stimulating
. My penis grew even bigger!

"Plop plop..."

My penis continued to thrust, my mother's anus already soaked with copious amounts of vaginal fluid. When my penis slid down into my mother
's labia, I felt a gush of vaginal fluid gushing from her tender vagina. Combining what I had read in the book,
I knew my mother had reached orgasm again!

My mother had reached orgasm, but I still didn't feel the urge to ejaculate. I continued to thrust my penis in and out of my mother's labia, the
abundant vaginal fluid lubricating, turning her labia inside out!

"Ah...ah...ah...it's coming again..."

Overcome with climax, Mom collapsed onto the bed, heavy breathing and low moans escaping her nose
.

Lying on the bed, utterly weak, I let my hands leave her breasts and lifted her
hips again, beginning to thrust in and out of her vulva once more.

One hand helped Mom steady herself, while the other groped outside her tender vulva, quickly finding the legendary
clitoris, and pressing my finger down on it.

"Ah...good brother...don't torture...torture...your sister...ah ah...it hurts so much
...ah...no...no...harder...ah...ah..."

Stimulated by my fingers, Mom became incoherent, her body
constantly adjusting its position to meet my thrusts.

"Ah!" My mother and I both let out a low growl before stopping our thrusting. Because of my mother's cooperation,
her buttocks lifted as my large penis plunged downwards. And so, at the perfect angle, my
large penis naturally slid into my mother's tender vagina, completely inside!

I cried out because I felt my large penis suddenly enter a warm place; the feeling was simply
wonderful, incomparable to the thrusting inside her labia earlier. It was heavenly, irresistible. My mother, on the other hand, felt
her tender vagina filled with a large penis, satisfying her loneliness and relieving her itch!

Actually, another reason was that my father's illness had prevented him from having sex with my mother for over half a year. Usually,
my mother satisfied her sexual needs with her hand, and since my father's penis was short and not as thick as mine, my mother
's tender vagina had long since become tight, like a virgin's!

If they hadn't abstained from sex for over half a year, I might not have had the chance to possess
my mother, who is still moaning beneath me, tonight. It's because of her long-awaited drought that I can now do whatever I want!

My mother's tight vagina is so tight that without the abundant lubrication, it would be difficult to swallow my large penis
. Even with so much lubrication, my penis, reaching deep into the clitoris, still makes her
frown. My penis is thick and large, far superior to my father's, who frequently penetrates her.

The sudden deep penetration caused my mother to grip the pillow tightly, trying to alleviate
the fullness it brought.

My mother didn't move, and neither did I.

"Son... good brother... move a little..."

After a long while, my penis remained inside my mother's vagina, and she
said, twisting her hips.

"Call me husband!" I whispered in her ear.

"No...it's so embarrassing...good brother...good little brother...hurry up and move your big cock...
"

Hearing my words, Mom turned to me, her eyes filled with seductive allure, and pleaded, "Call me husband," but I didn't
answer!

"Oh...little sister is too shy to call me...just move...okay...son...brother...
okay...hurry up and move, little husband..."

Mom finally succumbed to my lewd power and called me husband!

Hearing Mom call me that, I straightened up and slowly pulled my cock out, and Mom's labia majora,
like blooming petals, kept turning outwards with my movements, bringing out a large amount of vaginal fluid.
Under the moonlight, my penis glistened, and the flowing vaginal fluid soaked my balls, staining the sheets
!

As my penis slowly withdrew from my mother's tender vagina, I felt the flesh inside her vagina tightly
gripping my large penis, preventing it from leaving. My penis slowly pulled out until I saw the glans, then stopped,
the glans inserted into her labia. Enveloped by her labia, I slowly pushed my penis back into my mother's tender vagina!

"Ah..." Feeling my penis pushing in, filling my mother's tender vagina, and pressing against her clitoris, my
mother and I both let out a satisfied growl!

"Good son...good husband...move faster..." My

mother, having tasted the pleasure, turned her head and continued to call out!

After a few slow thrusts, I could no longer resist. I grabbed my mother's breasts with one hand and kneaded them incessantly, while pressing down on
her clitoris with the other, and my penis began to thrust in and out of my mother's tender vagina!

"Ah... um... ah... hmph... ah..."

"Good son, harder... don't stop... harder..."

"Good brother... good husband... your cock is so big... so long... fucking your sister to death..."

"Husband... harder... ah... I can't take it anymore, my cunt is going to be fucked to pieces by you... ah...
ah..."

Mom kept moaning as my big cock thrust in and out. Her current posture was completely that of a little slut,
her back aching and surrendering to my cock!

"Ah... harder... harder... husband, I'm coming again... fuck me harder..."

"Ah... husband... I'm coming... fuck my tender cunt... cunt... fuck it to pieces
... ah..."

My cock kept thrusting more than two hundred times, almost hitting Mom's clitoris every time. Before long, Mom
had another orgasm!

My penis was thrusting in and out of my mother's tender vagina. The flesh inside her vagina contracted and sucked on my penis, refusing to let it leave. A large amount
of vaginal fluid mixed with my mother's vaginal fluid continuously washed over my penis!

I couldn't hold back any longer and began to thrust rapidly!

"Ahhh...husband...I can't take it anymore..."

"Ah...good brother...harder...ah husband...don't stop..."

"Son...harder...you're going to fuck your mother to death...little husband...so strong...ahhh...
"

"Ahhh...shoot it into me, husband...ahhhh...so much...my tender pussy is going to be pierced
...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm coming again...husband...harder..."

Finally, amidst my mother's moans, I tightly embraced her, thrusting my penis deep into her tender hole.
My ejaculation gate opened, and a large amount of hot semen gushed out, shooting into my mother's vagina. The hot semen directly
breached her cervix and sprayed into her uterus. My mother's body trembled uncontrollably under the onslaught of my semen.
The afterglow of her last orgasm hadn't faded, and now it happened again!

I lay on my mother's back, enjoying the pleasure brought by this incestuous relationship with her!

After four orgasms, Mom was now completely exhausted. My large penis was still inside her tender
vagina, rock hard even after ejaculating, its virility undiminished. The area where Mom and I were joined was a mess,
covered in traces of her vaginal fluids, but I didn't intend to wipe them away. These were the marks left by our battle
. Mom gave me a coquettish look and let me be!

I pulled my penis out, "pop," it made a sound as it left Mom's tender vagina.
In the moonlight, I saw that Mom's vagina was swollen from being fucked!

I had Mom lie on her side, took off her shorts, and then put her lace
panties, soaked with a mixture of her vaginal fluids and my semen, into my bag. There were hardly any dry spots on the panties;
the vaginal fluids on them proved how intense this battle had been. This was Mom and I'd had our first time, and I wanted to keep it!

Then I found a thin blanket and covered us both. At this point, my mother and I were both half-naked from the waist down.
After lying down, I guided my penis to my mother's buttocks.

"Good brother...husband...no more...please..."

Feeling my movements, my mother turned around and said shyly, her face flushed.

"Husband, just put your big penis in your wife's cunt, give it a resting place, I won't move
!"

Saying this, I thrust my penis again, and amidst my mother's satisfied moans, it entered her tender cunt that gave birth to me!

True to my word, I stopped moving as my penis pressed against my mother's clitoris. I hugged
my mother tightly, holding her large breasts, and intertwined my legs with her fragrant feet. I fell into a deep sleep,
making love with my mother again in my dream!

The next day, my mother had already left, and the sheets beneath her had been changed. Not only that, but my underwear had also
been changed—a clean pair!

Was everything last night just a dream? How could it feel so real? I sat up, turned my back to my dad, and rummaged through my
bag. Seeing the lace panties stained with my semen still inside, my heart relaxed. Last night
wasn't a dream; it was real!

"Dad, where did Mom go?"

My dad was still lying on the bed next to me, reading a newspaper. "Oh, she went to hang up the laundry
. Why would she wash clothes so early in the morning?" Dad muttered, puzzled.

Of course, I knew why she went to wash clothes—the sheets were covered in
a mixture of our semen and vaginal fluids from when we made love.

"How should I know? Dad, I'm going now, I'll be late for school." I got up, quickly washed up
, and rushed off. I didn't know how to face my mom.

They say you touch what you fear most. Just as I reached the lobby, my mother, having finished hanging up the laundry, was there, heading back inside
. My heart skipped a beat, and my penis started to stiffen.

"Be careful on the road, buy yourself some breakfast!"

Mom seemed completely unfazed, giving her son the same instructions she always gave. I, however, was stunned.
Was I dreaming last night? But the lace panties stained with her fluids told me it really had happened
.

It was hard to accept the reality before me.

"Oh. I understand!" My voice was so soft I could barely hear myself as I hurried away. But
what I couldn't see was the faint sadness in my mother's eyes and the blush on her face, so beautiful it was almost unbearable!

Later, my mother told me that when she saw me, her mind was filled with the scene of me raping her the night before. Slowly, her
lower body became wet, overflowing with vaginal fluid. Naturally, she couldn't say much to me. After going upstairs, fearing my father would notice something amiss,
she quickly went to the bathroom and took a cold shower to calm her restless heart!

That evening, I went to the hospital again. My father's condition was much better than yesterday. By the time I arrived,
it was already seven o'clock!

Because his wound hadn't healed, my father could only lie in bed and couldn't do anything else. When I arrived, he was reading the newspaper
!

When I got to the hospital, I met my mother outside the ward, who was going to get hot water. Under the dim streetlights, my mother
had a unique charm!

"Son, you're here!"

Mom said, practically running into the ward. Under the bright white light, I saw
a blush on her face; she was breathtakingly beautiful!

"Come on, Mom'll take you to buy some clothes!"

I didn't stay at the hospital long before going out with Mom. Since we had nothing to do that evening, she wanted to take me to Times Square
to buy clothes.

Because we were going to a shopping center in the city, it was quite a distance, so we took a taxi.

However, we couldn't get a taxi on the way back, so we had to squeeze onto a bus. We finally managed to get on one,
but it was the last bus, and naturally, it was packed!

"There are a lot of people on the bus, so you have to protect Mom!"

Mom whispered in my ear as we boarded. Her sweet breath aroused my desire. Thinking of
how Mom had writhed and yielded beneath me last night, my penis started to stir again!

The bus was crowded. My mother held onto the handrail with one hand and lifted her clothes with the other. I stood behind her,
looking down at her beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings. They were soft and shapely, exuding a gentle beauty.
Looking further up, I saw an alluring short skirt, a tight white shirt, a fair neck above the neckline, beautiful
hair, sensual lips, large, watery eyes, and slender, dark eyebrows. My mother possessed a mature beauty,
more alluring than a young girl, radiating the charm of a mature woman.

Looking at her, I saw her long, slender legs beneath her skirt, full and shapely in flesh-colored stockings,
conveying the delicate softness of a mature woman. Unable to resist the temptation, I pretended to drop my keys and bent down
to peek under her skirt. I could see that her panties were white and semi-transparent, embroidered with elegant lace. The fabric itself
was thin and transparent, and through this thin layer, I could clearly see her pubic hair and the slightly raised mons pubis.

Seeing my mother's panties pressed tightly against her white lower body, my heart felt like it was going to explode. After I stood up, my
mind was filled with images of my mother's genitals and the scene of making love with her last night.

A lot of people got on at this stop, and I was pushed by the crowd, ending up pressed against my mother from behind.
The contact with her soft, full body made my heart race. Because of the crowded conditions, I could only press even closer to her…
She seemed to notice my restless movements and gently swayed her body. Oh no! Her inner thighs were
pressed against my penis! I felt my penis gradually becoming engorged and erect!

"Ah!"

My mother's elasticity… My slowly hardening penis was pressing against her buttocks. My mother instinctively tried to pull away, but
the train was too crowded to escape. The friction only stimulated my penis, making it even harder, almost reaching under her skirt.

My erect penis pressed against my mother's elastic vulva, which I had played with last night. Her soft,
fleshy opening... if only I could touch it...

Last night, my mother didn't say anything when I fucked her tender little pussy, but now we're on the bus. Will she
scream? What if she screams? My desire was already burning fiercely, like a fire. Once
lust took hold, I didn't care about anything else; I just needed to be careful. Without further ado, I slowly pressed my legs
against the inside of my mother's thighs. Slowly, slowly, I exerted force, gradually
spreading my mother's beautiful legs apart! But I was still somewhat hesitant, moving so slowly it was almost imperceptible. Due to tension and the effort to control myself,
my legs were trembling little by little! My mother began to sense something was wrong. She realized my
legs were spreading her own, and she wanted to move her legs away, but she was powerless.

I stealthily slipped my hand under my mother's skirt, and soon I touched her full thigh. She trembled as if electrocuted
, glanced at me in surprise, then lowered her head, trying her best to avoid me but not daring to scream.

The feel of her skin through the stockings and my mother's delicate appearance further aroused my animalistic desire. I stretched
out my right leg and thrust it harder between my mother's legs, rubbing against her mons pubis. Her twisting and turning body made my
right leg feel even more compressed, and I could feel the high temperature of her mons pubis. The combination of my cold right knee exposed under my athletic shorts
and the burning heat of my mother's thigh, along with the friction of the stockings, gave me a strange feeling.

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

Caught off guard by the attack, my mother let out a muffled groan. She shifted uncomfortably
, gently trying to free my hand, but I wasn't about to give up. I pressed closer, hugging her tightly from behind
, my left hand gripping her waist tightly, immobilizing her. Then, my right hand launched
its attack on her once more.

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

Waves of light, electric currents continuously burrowed into her inner thighs, into the slippery, tender flesh, swirling
within the delicate folds of her vagina, arousing her sensitive, erect, red, and swollen vulva, which was already fully exposed.

The tingling, itchy sensation of her clitoris , peeking out from under her foreskin, stimulated waves of vaginal fluid, which flowed incessantly to the outside of her tender vulva. At times, I would squeeze the soft flesh of her inner thighs, encased in stockings, causing her excruciating pain. My mother almost gave
up resisting, allowing my lewd and obscene hands to defile her beautiful, shapely thighs.

While kneading the tender flesh of her inner thighs, I slowly moved forward, gradually feeling
the warm, moist radiance emanating from her. My heart suddenly pounded even harder, a soft, warm touch spreading from my fingertips.
My mother's vulva was already overflowing. I pushed my hand forward slightly, immediately feeling an endless,
gentle penetration.

Feeling my mother's tender vulva again filled me with indescribable emotion. I never imagined that my fingers
could once again touch my mother's sweet, tender vulva. Although there was still a layer of underwear between them,
it was completely soaked with her vaginal fluids, clinging seamlessly to her labia majora. Only her erect clitoris
cutely pushed against the soaked, semi-transparent white underwear.

Mom tried to move her hips, but her body didn't obey her commands, only
trembling slightly. At that moment, the bus stopped briefly at a station, and another group of passengers boarded. Unable to escape,
Mom's body hung in the air, her lower body seemingly moving in response to my touch.

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

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

A lewd smile spread across my face as I grabbed her panties and pulled them up forcefully!

"Mmm..."

My mother couldn't help but moan softly. The intense stimulation arched her back, her full buttocks pressing against my
penis. I pulled the panties with varying force, constantly rubbing against the crevice between her labia.

I held the base of my penis, gently lifted my mother's skirt, and then attacked the depths of her cleft. My hot,
erect penis rubbed against her beautiful, peach-like cleft through her pants, and my mother's whole body stiffened. The chaotic pressure on my chest
grew increasingly intense, and the swelling reaction of my penis made me feel both afraid and excited.
The intense lust of youth, full of fantasies, made me lose my reason; no one could stop my desire.

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

My mother tried to grab my hand, but I almost pulled her hand into her panties as well.

Under my caresses, she slightly opened her mouth and moaned softly. I gently parted her labia with my fingers, and her lower body
twisted slightly, a sweet fluid slowly seeping from between them; I pressed my fingers against her labia and rubbed them from side to side, and she tried to escape even more
, but I held her firmly with my left hand.

I parted her labia with two fingers, pushing up the clitoral hood, my fingertips gently rubbing the exposed clitoris. This action caused her
to unconsciously arch her hips and mons pubis. My fingertips stroked upwards from the inside of her fully opened petals. My mother's
slender, snow-white neck arched back as she gasped, her beautiful forehead streaked with disheveled hair.

"No...don't...don't do this..."

my mother murmured dreamily.

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

Seeing my mother's reaction, I felt even more confident in ravaging her. I held my mother tightly to my chest, using my knee to force her
legs apart, her legs were spread wide, and her vulva opened as well. My hand slowly wandered
between my mother's thighs, carefully caressing her. I discovered that her vulva was quite full, with large labia minora
protruding from the outside.

Her pubic hair was thick and curly, covering her vulva. As her full thighs parted, I felt under her
skirt at the cleft of her labia. Beneath the soft, downy hair, her clitoris was raised, and from that tender crevice, a cute little bean sprout
shrank there.

I parted the labia with my fingers, pinched the pointed clitoris, and rubbed it with my index finger and thumb. My mother made
a sound of discomfort but couldn't escape. My fingers moved up and down, and the wet clitoris slowly emerged from the labia.
The little bean protruding from the complex walls of her vulva... I stroked the clitoris and her vulva with my fingers; her vulva felt so soft!

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

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

My three fingers expanded inside her tender vulva, and I inserted them into Mom's flesh, thrusting in and out.
I felt Mom's vagina tightly gripping my fingers; her snow-white throat trembled. Holding her tightly,
unable to escape, she had no choice but to give up resisting and let me play with her. I probed deeper with my fingers, and
a honey-like fluid flowed out, some of it running down her perineum and soaking into her underwear.

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

I began to concentrate my efforts, attacking that most sensitive, most hidden G-spot again and again.
With each strike of my fingers, Mom trembled, her body gradually going limp against me. I
lifted her up with my left arm around her slender waist, while my right hand continued to play with her.

With each attack and each thrust, I felt my fingers being tightened more and more by her vaginal opening, her labia
opening and closing with each stroke. As I played with her, I admired Mom's semi-conscious, alluring
state. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing penis, rubbing it
back and forth between her labia as I had done the night before.

"Mmm...mmm...hum..."

She couldn't bear the stimulation and moaned softly. I had forgotten the presence of anyone else; with
the swaying of the carriage, my large penis rubbed back and forth against Mom's labia.

Because we were almost at the station, there wasn't much time for a proper finish. After ample foreplay, Mom's vagina was incredibly slippery
, and my penis easily slid into her. The feeling of fullness instantly filled her
, causing her to let out a satisfied moan.

With limited time, I had to finish quickly. Holding Mom's delicate body, I began thrusting, starting slowly and gradually increasing the speed.
Mom, however, endured the intense pleasure, biting her lip tightly to avoid making a sound,
gripping my waist harder and harder. With

so many people around, thrusting was difficult; the space was too small to maneuver. But the stimulation and the environment
allowed me to quickly ejaculate inside Mom. When the bus stopped at the station, my penis
was just pulled out of her wet vagina. I zipped up her pants, helped her put on her skirt and underwear,
and helped her off the bus. Back at the hospital, I kept my head down, afraid to look at Mom, lest she scold me.

Back at the hospital, Mom didn't scold me. She just quietly went to the bathroom to clean up. We
didn't do it again that night because I felt guilty towards her. I imagined
how devastating it would be for both of us if we had been discovered in the car. I was very grateful for her indulgence and tolerance, and I
was determined to protect her and prevent her from getting hurt. So, I held her while I slept,
quietly falling asleep in her arms. Mom nestled silently in my arms, and we both drifted off to sleep peacefully.

The next morning, I quietly returned to school and attended classes for two days. On the afternoon of the fourth day, the first period was
PE. During class, I looked at the diverse youthful figures on the playground, their agile bodies jiggling with activity. Some of
their overdeveloped "assets" jiggled with movement. Coupled with my "first taste of forbidden fruit" a few days earlier,
my desire reached an unprecedented breaking point! My mind was filled with images of Mom's plump buttocks and long, full legs. Blood
rushed to my head, making my eyes red.

"Teacher! I need to go home because of something at home!"

Seeing my somewhat distressed expression, the teacher assumed something serious had happened and said, "If it's urgent
, go quickly. Call me if you need any help." I barely heard the rest of his words and rushed
home. I rummaged through drawers and found all of my mother's stockings and underwear, spreading them all on my
bed. Looking at "them," I found a perverse satisfaction.

With trembling hands, I rubbed the black sheer stockings, the flesh-colored sheer stockings, and the partially lace panties
against my already erect penis, slowly massaging them. Smelling the sweet
fragrance emanating from a pair of red and black-trimmed panties, I ejaculated four or five times that afternoon.

From that day on, I used my mother's stockings and underwear to masturbate whenever I had sexual needs, which made me deeply
infatuated with my mother's beautiful legs and buttocks. Sometimes I would masturbate using my mother's underwear or stockings that she had just changed out of
, ejaculating on them and fantasizing about deeply penetrating her vagina and ejaculating inside. Afterwards,
I would soak them in water to remove the traces, claiming that soaking them would make them easier to wash off. (At the time, I didn't
know that semen couldn't be completely removed by just soaking in water; white spots would appear. I always thought my mother hadn't discovered my
crimes.)

One day, about two weeks later, I was on vacation at home. I couldn't sleep at midnight, my mind filled with
images of having sex with my mother. I decided to steal a pair of stockings from her room to masturbate!

My father had already been discharged from the hospital, but today he was working the night shift at the factory and wouldn't be coming home all day
. I tiptoed into my mother's room, heading straight for the closet where she kept her underwear (because my mother owns an
underwear shop, she's very particular about her underwear and has a dedicated closet for it). Without much thought,
I grabbed a pair of stockings and was about to head back when the scene from that night at the hospital incongruously flashed into my mind. I paused
, looking at my sleeping mother.

It was already quite hot, and the blanket lay quietly on the floor; my mother probably doesn't sleep very
soundly. She lay on her side, wearing only a tank top and underwear, her right hand folded across her chest, as if caressing
her breasts. Her buttocks were slightly raised, and her shapely legs, like jade, were crossed and bent, gleaming with
a warm, jade-like hue in the moonlight.

"Mom's skin is so beautiful." I tossed the stockings aside, my raging desire ultimately taking over from reason
. I lay down on my side behind my mother, my hands trembling slightly as I nervously grasped her exposed,
plump buttocks, gently stroking them.

Perhaps because of the heat, she wasn't fast asleep; my slight movement made her
flinch in her sleep. But I mustered my courage and, without hesitation, reached directly for her vulva.

I was stunned; what I touched wasn't warm, smooth pink labia, but a thin white panty
liner.

I slid my hand back, the panties rubbing against the liner with a hissing sound.

My mother suddenly sat up, and I was startled by her sudden movement,
half-sitting, half-lying on the bed in a panic. There was a crescent moon in my mother's eyes. Her large eyes stared straight
at me, her face expressionless.

I felt a chill run down my spine under her gaze, and dared not move an inch. We stared at each other for a moment, then suddenly Mom raised
her right hand and punched me hard in the chest. The sudden attack made me lose my balance and I crashed onto the bed with a thud. I thought to myself...
"It hurts so much, I might as well just pretend to be dead."

Mom noticed I wasn't moving and asked, puzzled, "Dead?"

"Yeah, I'm dead." I noticed Mom wasn't angry; she just replied playfully.

"Pfft." Mom couldn't help but laugh. And that laugh actually gave me a very comfortable
feeling, like I'd done something good for her, bringing her pleasure, and the slight guilt I felt vanished.

"Go ahead and keep pretending!" Mom gave my waist a cute kick and got out of bed.

I thought, "If Mom didn't have her period today, would she be as compliant as last time?" Thinking about
this, my penis started to revive.

Mom didn't seem to care about my state. After getting out of bed, she started rummaging through drawers and cupboards in the room,
doing something I didn't know. After a while, I heard rustling sounds of dressing, and I curiously looked up
.

"If you dare look, I'll beat you to death!" Mom said fiercely.

I was still a little afraid of my mom, and my hard penis immediately went limp. I thought, "Oh no, she's angry
!"

Just then, I felt a tightness on my face. My mom had covered my upper body with a towel. This puzzled me
. What was Mom up to? Before I could even guess, a thieving hand pulled down my underwear, and
another soft, boneless hand grasped my limp penis.

Wow. It was Mom. Mom was masturbating me. Her technique was very skilled, lightly stroking the glans or gently stroking it.

It made me instantly erect.

"Ptooey!" Mom spat lightly. So Mom was going to satisfy me. I lay back, pointing my erect
penis straight at Mom. I pointed to my penis to indicate that Mom could begin.

"Smack!" Mom playfully slapped the head of my penis. The slightly painful yet tingling sensation made me unconsciously
thrust my hips upwards.

"Don't move," Mom said, slightly breathless. A moist, enveloping sensation followed.
When my penis was about a third covered, a small, nimble tongue began to move along the glans.

"Hiss, ah..." I couldn't help but groan; it was so stimulating. Each movement of the little tongue was
accompanied by a suction force.

Only the words "Mom is giving me oral sex" flashed through my mind. Knowing I wouldn't be satisfied with that, Mom
began to suck deeper. When two-thirds of my penis was covered, she found there was no more room for the glans,
so she had to stop. And so, Mom's little tongue lingered beneath my penis, her mouth moving up and down, gradually increasing the speed
, occasionally licking around the groove of the glans.

I was panting heavily under the covers. The room was quiet, filled with the slurping
sounds of Mom's sucking and her long sighs from shortness of breath. We were both completely absorbed in the moment.

Then it suddenly occurred to me why my mother hadn't let me see her. She was clearly getting dressed.
While she was completely absorbed in her task, I secretly pulled back the blanket covering her head.

The scene that greeted me is unforgettable. It was such a lewd sight. My mother was wearing a
tight red cheongsam and black stockings. Drawn by my action of pulling back the blanket, she stopped
sucking and looked up at me. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, a small strand of hair playfully
falling to the left side of her face. Her mouth was slightly open in surprise, a trickle of saliva running down to
the tip of my penis. Her left hand rested on my right leg, and she stared at me. This was my mother! What a lewd
scene! It was hard to reconcile this with the gentle woman who usually urged me to study hard and gave me advice on the little things in life.

A hint of anger, a touch of madness, a dash of lust.

I jerked to my feet, the sudden movement startling my mother. I roughly helped her up, and she
knelt before me, her back to me. My left hand held her waist, pushing the hem of her cheongsam up to her hips. Looking at the
square padding of her panties tightly encased in black stockings, my right hand gripped my large penis and rubbed it relentlessly against her vulva
.

However, the hardness of the padding made me uncomfortable, and my mother noticed, tightening her legs. Fortunately,
she had produced plenty of saliva during oral sex. The friction between my penis and her legs made a hissing
sound. Because the saliva wasn't very lubricating, I didn't dare thrust too hard, slowly inserting deeply and
then pulling out completely. I also grabbed my mother's arms, pulling her towards me. The lack of lubrication,
combined with the friction of the stockings, doubled the stimulation of my glans, and soon I felt the urge to ejaculate.

No, I couldn't ejaculate. Heaven knows if my mother would make me do it a second time after I did. Then I had a
good idea. "Mom, can you put on your high heels?"

"Hmm?" Mom turned her head to the side without speaking, but hooked my leg back with her right foot,
signaling me to continue. Looking at Mom's lewd and frenzied expression, I felt an extreme sense of conquest. Ignoring her
feelings, I pulled out my penis, released her arm, laid her down on the bed, and walked straight out. I searched the shoe cabinet for a long
time before finally finding a pair of white high heels that Mom didn't usually wear.

I carried them into the room and found Mom lying on the bed rubbing her breasts. I thought, "If only she
weren't my mom, she's so lewd. But it doesn't matter if she's my mom or not." I grabbed her two
restless little feet and carefully put the shoes on them. The red cheongsam, black stockings, and white high
heels were visually stimulating.

I hoisted my mother's legs onto my shoulders, placed my hands on her knees, and layered them together
, inserting my penis into the base of her thighs. I began the primal thrusting again.

My hands grasped my mother's two jade-like legs, caressing them and changing their position and angle to satisfy
the sensation of my penis. After a while, I heard my mother let out a soft moan. I then grasped one of her legs with each hand
, spreading them apart, the white light reflecting off her white high heels tracing a graceful arc. My mother,
her eyes half-closed, kneaded her breasts with both hands. Seeing my gaze, she released one of her large breasts with her right hand and
reached out to me, as if gesturing for me to give it to her quickly. I offered her my left hand, which was holding her legs, and my mother
grasped my hand, pressing it against her breast and kneading it forcefully. So soft, so big. Was this the breast I had nursed from when I was a child
?

I leaned forward, spreading my mother's legs apart, and rubbed the base of my penis forcefully against her vulva, as if in
the final sprint before orgasm, thrusting my body rapidly back and forth.

"Ah, um, um..." My mother relaxed a bit, her voice groaning with my friction. Her jade-like legs, clad in white high heels and black stockings, swayed and bent in the air, her breasts changing shape

under my forceful grasping . 　　"Mom, I'm going to cum." My throat felt like it was being choked, and I couldn't make a sound. 　　"No, no." Hearing that I was about to ejaculate, my mother pushed me back and immediately knelt down, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked on my beloved treasure. 　　But I wasn't satisfied with this shallow indulgence. I held my mother's head with both hands and pulled her back, my entire penis disappearing into her mouth, accompanied by a dry heave from my mother, and a clear "gurgle " as it was pulled out. 　　But Mom didn't seem to dislike this action, wrapping her arms around my waist to reduce the pressure. 　　Every three seconds, I pulled out to let Mom catch her breath. After a few thrusts, an uncontrollable tingling sensation shot from my glans to my abdomen. "Ah! Ugh!!!" With a low growl, my semen shot down Mom's throat and into her belly. 　　"Huff, huff," I breathed heavily afterward, the intense exhaustion causing me to collapse onto the bed. This forbidden journey didn't evoke any guilt in me; instead, a sense of conquest welled up inside me. 　　Seeing my tired expression, Mom smiled slightly, took off her cheongsam, kicked off her high heels, and seductively straddled my lower abdomen, leaning down to nibble at my earlobe with her teeth. 　　"Little rascal, go to sleep." Then she guided my hands to cover her breasts, tilted her head to the left, and we both fell asleep. I 　　woke up in the morning to find the sheets still a mess, while the protagonist was already in the kitchen, busily stir-frying vegetables. Had I conquered Mom? Yesterday felt so exciting; the shackles of taboo seemed to have completely broken. 　　I rolled over and found a pink note on the bedside table. I picked it up and read, 　　"Once a week, too much will hurt your health." Haha… 　　A sense of satisfaction welled up inside me. I rushed out of bed without even putting on my clothes, only to be startled by Mom's icy expression at the kitchen doorway. "Go back and get dressed! Anyone who sees you is asking for trouble!" 　　Oh my god… Mom, what is it that you've become? So seductive at night, yet during the day you've transformed back into the awe-inspiring queen I once knew. I was starting to lose track of reality. But the days that followed were just as the note had predicted. Every week, we would find a day when Dad wasn't home, or before he got off work, to do things we both loved. Breast play, oral sex, foot play, leg play. Kitchen, bedroom, balcony, living room, bathroom. We tried it all in 　　over six months . My mother probably discovered my fetish; all sorts of sexy lingerie, stockings, and high heels were piled up in a large box in the corner of the basement. 　　Although we had several months of "intimate contact," apart from that one time at the hospital, we never really "went deeper" into each other's lives because we both had an insurmountable hurdle. 　　This relationship continued until a month after I graduated high school, when the international financial crisis broke out, and many private companies went bankrupt. My father's steel mill was hit hardest. Because my father's salary was relatively high, he usually spent money lavishly. The sudden change made him lose himself; he would come home late every night, drunk and cursing. 　　At the time, I was working as a temporary worker at a battery factory assigned by the school, and I was digesting the knowledge I had learned that day . I heard arguing coming from my mother's room, accompanied by heavy objects falling and a loud bang as the door slammed shut. I knew they were arguing again. 　　In the nearly six months of chaotic relationship with my mother, I no longer knew whether to see her as my woman or my mother. Hearing the faint sobbing from next door, my heart ached. 　　I silently went in, and my mother was burying her face in her hands, sobbing. I gently approached her, stroking her face and lifting her up. My eyes fell upon a shocking red handprint on her left cheek. Seeing the handprint, an intense surge of anger welled up inside me—I wanted to kill him! 　　But then, seeing my mother's pitiful, tearful expression, my heart sank to the bottom. Yes, he was my father. I had done something to betray him, and a deep sense of shame washed over me. I pulled my mother into my arms, letting her cry softly. 　　Holding her in my arms felt like finding a safe haven, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. The "storm" lasted for a full half hour; it was past 1 a.m., and my mother was probably exhausted from crying. 　　She pouted wearily and rubbed her face, her adorable little face filling me with tenderness. 　　The dim light on the desk had a strange beauty. The chair had no backrest. "Mom, lie down on the desk, I'll massage your shoulders," I said tenderly. 　　"Mmm," Mom obediently lay down on the desk, and I stood behind her, gently massaging her shoulders. 　　Soon, Mom began to moan softly, grabbing my hand and pulling it towards her body. 　　I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her shoulder. 　　"Love me," Mom's voice was soft and gentle, like she was confessing to her lover. 　　Looking into her watery, yearning eyes and hearing her gentle tone, my penis pressed erect against her lower back. 　　We both knew that this time it was "real love." Before, when we "fake love," Mom was always alluring and seductive. But this time, I noticed Mom was shy, burying her blushing face in her arms, lying on the desk. 　　Her plump buttocks arched back, gesturing for me to help her remove her "mask." I carefully peeled them off, afraid of accidentally harming the delicate body beneath. Then, in a few swift movements, I stripped myself naked. Only half of my mother's buttocks were visible, but her juices were already flowing down her thighs onto the bench. My mother was truly aroused . 　　I gently pushed her upwards, my right hand reaching down, touching something slippery, her soft labia...

A slight tremor ran through me. The temperature inside her labia was beyond my expectations; I dared not penetrate any further, afraid of interrupting this
warm moment. Holding my hard penis, I aimed for the entrance and slowly pushed in.

My mother's fluids were plentiful and slippery, but that couldn't stop her child from returning precisely to her embrace.

"Sizzle...ah..." It went in. The process wasn't as difficult as I'd imagined. When
my penis was halfway in, it felt like a small mouth inside, sucking it in with a slurping sound. The warm, slippery sensation, the wet

touch, almost made me ejaculate.

"Ah..." It seemed my first penetration had brought my mother to orgasm. Her uterus
sucked at my glans in waves, my penis tightly enveloped by her vagina, the abundant fluids binding it tightly. I
couldn't ejaculate! Absolutely not! I held it in, and after a full two minutes, the urge to ejaculate completely disappeared.

And I could finally twitch slightly.

"Squeak...sizzle...squeak...sizzle..."

"Ah...ah..." Each thrust of mine was met with a soft moan from my mother. The slippery friction was incredibly
pleasurable, and each time I withdrew my penis, I couldn't help but thrust it back in completely. My mother also lifted her face from her arms
, moaning softly.

In this tender space, mother and son were engaged in intimate communication. The mother lay on the table, her buttocks fully
exposed on the stool, while the son stood upright behind her. The mother spoke of love, and the son expressed his tenderness. To avoid
shattering this dreamlike feeling, I didn't thrust quickly or penetrate deeply. Each time was very
slow, inserting to the root and then pulling out completely, the "sizzling" sounds echoing incessantly.

Perhaps my mother was more easily aroused; her vaginal fluids flowed down my thighs, forming three
streams. After about five minutes of thrusting, I got a little tired, so I pulled out my penis and helped my mother sit up, straddling
half of the stool. Perhaps because it made me more comfortable, she turned around, spread her legs
, and placed them on my thighs, sitting on the front half of the stool with her back against the table.

Although I had seen my mother's vulva many times through her stockings, this was the first time I had seen
it up close without any covering. There was only a small tuft of dark hair on her vulva, the tips of her labia were slightly dark, and her entire vulva
was soaked with vaginal fluid, gleaming with a lewd sheen under the dim lamplight. It felt slippery to the touch.
A pungent, musky smell filled the air.

Afraid the edge of the table would hurt my mother's back, I embraced her, supporting her back with my arm. I
inserted my entire penis, just enough to reach her vagina. My mother wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in to kiss me
.

"Mmm," this was the first time my mother had kissed me since we had sex. Every time we made love, she wouldn't allow
me to kiss her lips or her genitals. This kiss today held deep meaning; it meant she was now my woman.

A nimble little tongue darted across from me, searching for its playmate. My penis began to slowly
thrust in and out.

Besides the "sizzling" sounds from our bodies, the room was filled with the heavy breathing of our tongues swirling together
. Soon, the stimulation of my glans rubbing against her, combined with my mother's deliberate teasing, made me want to ejaculate
. I pulled slightly away from my mother's red lips. "Mom, I'm coming!" "Ah...ah...don't ejaculate inside
..."

Afraid the edge of the table would hurt my mother's back, I embraced her, my arm supporting her back. I
inserted my entire penis, just as it entered her vagina. My mother also wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in to kiss me
.

"Mmm," this was the first time my mother had kissed me since we had sex. Every time we made love, she wouldn't allow
me to kiss her lips or her genitals. This kiss today held deep meaning; it signified that she was now my woman.

A nimble little tongue darted across from me, searching for her playmate. My penis began its slow,
rhythmic thrusting.

The room was filled not only with the soft, wet sounds of our bodies, but also with the heavy breathing from our tongues swirling together
. Soon, the stimulation of my glans rubbing against her, coupled with my mother's deliberate teasing, made me want to ejaculate
. I pulled slightly away from my mother's red lips. "Mom, I'm coming!"

"Ah...ah...don't ejaculate inside..."

My mother immediately pushed me back, a movement that only intensified my desire. I pulled out of her, which was pressed
tightly against her lower abdomen, and ejaculated in a series of spurts, the milky white semen shooting out, a few
drops even landing on her face.

Afterwards, my mother gently wiped the semen from her abdomen with a tissue. I went to the side, lay on the bed, and watched
her intently, suddenly realizing how truly happy I was. Not every mother is like mine
. I feel like I've entered paradise.

Today, Mom was unusually gentle, helping me bathe and scrubbing my back, completely devoid of her usual allure.

After washing up, we lay in bed in tacit silence, quietly enjoying this peaceful moment. I slowly
fell asleep…

The next morning, there was still a pink note on the bedside table. "Just this once, no exceptions!"

Hehe, Mom. I love you!! As I got dressed and prepared to open the bedroom door, I suddenly noticed
a pink note on the door, identical to the one on the bedside table, that read: "If you want to break the rule, remember to use a condom!" Ah!!!
Good heavens, Mom, tell me, are you a demon?! Are you a savior sent by Sun Wukong?! I also know deeply that
I will never see that gentle mother from last night again, nor do I want to, because I will never let her get hurt again.
Let her spend the rest of her life as her happy little demon!

Since having a real relationship with Mom, our relationship has become even more harmonious. But that
intimate "communication" was gone. Perhaps we've started to truly respect each other like a married couple, but I'm also
a normal man with needs, in my adolescence, and constantly subjected to my mother's playful "sexual teasing." Two
months of "abstinence" made me think I had the potential to become a monk.

My father's negative state no longer affected my mother's mood; frankly, she had abandoned him, or rather,
found someone else. I also quit my internship and found a job myself.

Today was a holiday, and I excitedly went to the pedestrian street to help my mother with the shop, only to suddenly realize...
I discovered... My mom sells women's underwear. Who would dare come in and buy anything if I were standing there?

So, extremely frustrated, I wandered around all day, finally managing to stay until 9 PM when all the shops on the pedestrian street started
closing. I ran back to help my mom, looking at all the trendy women, feeling they
couldn't even match one ten-thousandth of my mom's style. Thinking back to that experience, a wicked thought popped into my head!

"Mom, sit down and rest for a bit, I'll help you clean and close the shop," I said, secretly plotting.

"Okay, go ahead, I'm exhausted," my mom replied, oblivious to my ulterior motives, happily
sitting on the sofa and dozing off. Hehe, a perfect opportunity! Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I quickly closed the door and turned off the lights,
locked it from the inside, and covered the floor-to-ceiling windows of the ground floor shop with a cloth.

Listening to the scattered footsteps outside, the laughter and chatter of passersby, and my mom's even breathing inside, a wicked thought
instantly arose. The pitch-black surroundings gave me a feeling of illicit affairs. I tiptoed to my mother's side and
gently shook her.

"Ah...what's wrong..."

I immediately covered her mouth, "Mom, it's me." I grinned lewdly.

"You little rascal, what are you doing?" My mother seemed to understand. Looking around at the surroundings, she adopted
a wanton and seductive expression.

"Mom, it's been two months already, I'm almost as old as Fahai!"

"You can talk about it when you get home. Don't you know where you are? There are people outside. If they find out, you'll be dead
." My mother was still a little nervous, after all, this was where she worked year-round.

"It's okay, I'll be quiet. It's so dark, and the room is covered by a cloth, so no one can see us from outside
. This feeling is definitely exciting! Hehe." I grinned lewdly.

"Get lost, you little rascal, see how I deal with you!"

My mother slapped me and got up to grab me. How could I let her succeed? I swiftly pulled
her into my arms.

"Mom, change your clothes, something a little more seductive, okay?" I coaxed her gently.

Mom glanced at me, knowing my tastes, and moved out of my arms, heading towards the inner room. I
thought, "This is it!" I sneaked to the door, lifting a small part of the curtain to peek at the passersby, imagining Mom's
seductive expression. My erection was high.

Time ticked by, and after more than ten minutes, just as I began to suspect Mom might have sneaked
away through the back door, the inner room door opened.

Because most of the French windows were covered by curtains, the light from the pedestrian street was dim, and
I was mesmerized by Mom's beautiful body. Her long, flowing hair was coiled at the back of her head, shaped like a phoenix tail, cascading down
. She wore an old-fashioned swimsuit, but unlike regular swimsuits, it was made of a
light red, semi-transparent silk. Her breasts were clearly defined; below the nipples was dark red satin,
and above were transparent black silk. A tuft of cute downy hair was faintly visible in her pubic area, and the fabric covering her vulva,
due to the indentation of her vulva and the tightness of the garment, formed a W shape.

Her two jade-like legs were encased in black stockings, the edges only reaching about a third of the way up from her knees.
Four straps along the white lace trim extended to a white "belt" around her waist.

"What...what's going on?" I stammered, swallowing hard.

"Hmm..." Mom groaned, her large eyes half-closed as she swayed her hips as she walked towards me.
When she was less than half a meter away, she slowly blinked her watery eyes and licked my lips with her small tongue.

"Is this something only my precious son likes?"

The intense temptation made my penis almost burst. "Clothes or the person?" I asked hoarsely.

Mom didn't answer my question. She gently stroked my cheek with her right hand, then leaned forward,
rubbing her large breasts against my chest and sliding down. The gentle movements removed all obstacles, and my penis
could already feel Mom's heavy breathing due to arousal.

I held onto the edge of the counter with both hands, standing upright in front of Mom, slowly closing my eyes and
tilting my head back slightly. Mom saw that my little thing desperately needed "soothing," and knew it was time for her to show off
. Her left hand was around my waist, and her right hand reached up to rub my nipple. Her mouth also slowly opened, first
gently biting the glans with her teeth, seemingly testing its hardness. My penis, dissatisfied with her teasing, throbbed powerfully
twice, making Mom chuckle.

My mother's head began to move back and forth, her lips forcefully enveloping the entire penis,
sucking vigorously with each movement. "Suck... gulp... suck... gulp..." The only sound in the small space was
the sound of my mother's mouth sucking on the penis.

My mother's oral skills were impressive; each time she sucked backward, she would lick the urethral opening with her tongue, and when she sucked forward, she
would stir the glans with her tongue, sending a continuous warm, tingling sensation through me. Her hair swayed back and forth with her head.
My mother knew that today's game wouldn't end there. After sucking for a while, when she felt the penis becoming somewhat red and swollen,
she looked up at me with a pitiful expression. Seeing her pitiful, pleading expression, I knew that
she wouldn't be satisfied unless I went all out today.

I lifted her delicate body with both hands, pressing her shoulder with my right hand and pushing her onto the counter, while my left hand continuously fiddled with
her vulva, my mouth licking her breasts back and forth. After a few strokes, I felt her vaginal fluid seep through the cloth
and onto my hand.

"Mom, I want to lick it..."

Although Mom was somewhat aroused, she still maintained her rationality. "No, it's dirty down there!"

"Please, Mom, it's not dirty, I want to lick it." Ignoring Mom's objections, he used his right hand to pull aside
the small piece of cloth tightly outlining her vulva, pressing his mouth against it. The entrance was extremely lubricated, warm and slightly pungent. It was
like drinking warm milk.

"Ah!!" Mom gasped, but realizing they were in a "public place," she immediately covered
her mouth with both hands instead of pushing me away. Although it was slightly fishy and pungent, the sensation in her mouth was irresistible. She couldn't help but
stick her tongue into her opening, stirring it back and forth, increasing the suction in her mouth, drawing mouthfuls
of her vaginal fluid into her stomach.

The teasing of her tongue seemed to intensely arouse Mom's desire; her mouth, tightly covered by her hands, continued to emit...
She made sounds like "Mmm...mmm...oh...oh..." and "Mmm...ah...you...you little bastard...you're
so...so awful...ahh...I don't want it anymore...mmm...stop...ahh..." Seeing my mother's
excitement, my lust also boiled. My right hand played with my penis, while my left hand flicked the erect clitoris on her vulva
, increasing the frequency of my tongue's movements.

"Ah...no...mmm...ah..." My mother's body trembled, and she quickly grabbed
the panties from the counter with her right hand and stuffed them into her mouth, making an extremely hoarse and seductive sound.

"Mmm..." A stream of hot liquid rushed into my mischievous mouth, soaking my entire chin.

My mother, teased by my tongue, gave me her "first" orgasm of the day. Watching my mother's slightly trembling
body, I waited for her to enjoy the afterglow of her orgasm. Almost ten minutes passed.

"Mom, what about me?"

Startled by my voice, my mother glanced at me seductively, "Wait a minute!" Her coquettish tone carried a hint of lust
. I watched as she picked up a small bag and took out a four-pack of condoms with
the word "Durex" written on it. "I've been preparing for this for a long time," Mom said, seemingly teasing me for taking so long
to pamper her.

"How do I put it on, Mom? Help me." Actually, I really didn't know how to put on a condom; I'd given my virginity to my mom.

And only once.

Mom tore open a package, blew on the condom, and touched my penis with her left hand. "Huh?"
It turned out my penis was covered in Mom's saliva. She gripped it and sucked hard on the glans.
"Pop!" "Ah!" Mom sucked hard, and my penis became less wet.

Mom peeked through the crack at the sparse pedestrians outside. She successfully put on the condom,
then stroked my condom-covered penis with her hand. I gestured for Mom to turn around, bent over on the counter, and
rubbed my penis against her labia, because I had just reached orgasm. My mother's labia were very wet, and
my glans made a "squeaking" sound as it rubbed against her. Feeling my penis was hard enough, I slowly pushed it in, the head of my penis
pressing against her. "Ah," I couldn't help but groan, and with a "plop," my penis instantly slid into my mother
's vagina.

The condom didn't provide much friction, making it easy to insert it all the way in.

"Mmm, so big..."

As soon as I entered, my mother's hips began to sway, and I kept my penis straight inside her
, letting her move on her own. But it didn't seem quite satisfying, so I pulled my mother's arms, signaling her
to stop, and then began thrusting back and forth. Gone was the tenderness of the first time; we, mother and son, were now engaged in intense intercourse like lovers. "Slap slap slap..." My lower abdomen repeatedly slammed against my mother's plump buttocks. I pulled my mother up
from the counter with a forceful movement . "Mom, let's walk around the house." So, my mother was bent over in front, and I held her arms from behind, thrusting my penis deeply 　　with each step . This action seemed to stimulate my forbidden pleasure even more. I walked around the room a few times, making "slap slap, sizzle" sounds. 　　I don't know if it was the sixth or seventh lap, but when I passed the door, I heard a lot of girls playing around outside, seemingly young women leaving work at a shopping mall. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned my mother around and pushed her against the glass door behind the curtain . My mother cooperated by wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, so that she was completely hanging on me. She used her hands to guide her son's penis into her vagina. I held my mother's plump buttocks and thrust my penis in and out forcefully... 　　"Ahhh... you little beast, slow down... slow down... there are people outside..." My mother couldn't take my fierce attack, but she was afraid of crying out, so she could only suppress her voice and ask me to slow down. 　　I was in the throes of pleasure and didn't listen to my mother's advice at all. Each time, I went all the way in, and the "slap slap" sounds became even louder. I pulled back a corner of the curtain, watching the youthful figures outside playing and running around, while I, in the quiet little space, thrust into my mother's vagina, watching them frolic. 　　After the girls outside left, I turned around, lowered one of my mother's legs, and placed the other on my shoulder. I licked her little feet while caressing her full thighs. Looking down at the part where my mother and I were joined, a dark, veiny penis thrust in and out of the dark red opening , each thrust accompanied by a "gurgling" sound. Under the light, her vaginal fluid flowed from my mother's vagina onto my penis, and with each deep penetration, her vagina pushed the fluid up to the base of my penis, then dripped down my testicles to the ground… 　　"Ah… Mom… Mom… Ah…" The visual impact made me unable to hold back any longer; my vas deferens loosened, and a large swell of semen filled the condom. 　　Around midnight, if there were still people on the pedestrian street, you could hear faint moans coming from within. Since the space had become more open, Mom started moaning loudly, and they had already used four condoms. 　　Inside the shop, I lay on my back on the floor, Mom half-kneeling around my waist, her large buttocks rising and falling rhythmically, "splat splat splat..." My labia and lower abdomen were covered in vaginal fluid; each time she lifted her hips, several strands of fluid clung to them, forming thin lines. Beside me lay a condom filled with semen. 　　"Mom, stop." 　　Mom looked at me, somewhat frantic and confused. 　　"Come on, let's go outside, okay? There's no one outside." At this, Mom's eyes lit up, and a wanton, seductive look appeared on her face. 　　We walked to a streetlamp in front of the shop, Mom gripped the lamppost with both hands, her buttocks raised high. I saw the glistening fluid ; her vagina, after several hours of my "explosion," was starting to loosen. I guided my penis in with a sliding motion and continued thrusting. 　　"Mmm, Mom, so good. I love you." 　　"You little beast, you beast...you little beast...ahhh..." Mom was still hesitant to make a sound outside , only letting out soft moans. Looking at Mom's wanton body in her sexy lingerie, a sense of conquering satisfaction filled my body. 　　A moment later, I changed positions, telling Mom to lie back, grab the lamppost with both hands, and then I...

Legs together, ankles held high above head, vulva perfectly aligned with my erect penis, thrust
in with a precise entry. What a lewd move! My mother's body was suspended in the air, passively receiving each powerful
thrust, while I licked her ankles with my tongue, soaking her black stockings with my saliva
.

"Sizzle...sizzle. Slap...slap..."

"Ah...um...you little beast, shallower...too deep..." Sometimes I
would quickly thrust my hands apart her legs, sometimes I would gently rub them together.

Who would have thought that in the bustling pedestrian street during the day, a mother and son would be passionately engaging in intercourse in the early morning?

We got home close to 2 AM. My father wasn't home; he was probably drunk and staying at a friend's
. My mother, however, was wearing a full set of sexy lingerie, with a trench coat over it, and we walked home together.

When we got home, my mother served me like a wife, helping me wash up, and then we snuggled together and fell asleep.

Last night's several encounters completely voided my weekly agreement with my mother, and we began our own married
life. Sometimes, when my mother was cooking in the kitchen, I couldn't resist taking off her clothes and penetrating her. My mother
never seemed to mind my various teasing and sexual acts, as long as I used a condom.

I really don't know what my mother is thinking, because sometimes when she's so aroused by my teasing that she's drooling and overflowing with vaginal fluid
, she'll forcibly stop me if I forget to buy a condom.

My first time ejaculating inside my mother was during a trip. It happened when my mother and I went to
Mount Tai. After a day of sightseeing, we were still very excited when we returned to the hotel.

This was our first long trip after two years of "love" between mother and son, and we stayed in a relatively
high-end star-rated hotel. Looking at the clock, it was almost ten o'clock. My mother was taking a shower in the bathroom, while I was lying
on the sofa watching a movie.

"Snap!" Mom emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, the white towel barely covering a small portion of her breasts
, the edge just reaching the base of her buttocks. Her loose hair still steamed.

"Go take a shower,"

Mom commanded, but I ignored her, picking her up from the floor. "What's the point of showering
? It's pointless." I sat on the sofa, letting Mom sit across my lap.
I opened a pre-prepared condom from the cabinet next to the sofa and handed it to Mom.

We'd been making love for over six months, so there was no shyness left. Mom flicked my
forehead and carefully put on the "condom."

"You're so impatient, aren't you? You can't resist seeing Mom's body?" She put on the condom, then adjusted her
vulva, supporting herself as she inserted my penis.

"Slap...slap...sizzle..."

"Ah...little thing, Mom really likes you." Mom tossed her flowing hair, her body
writhing like a snake. Soon she felt tired.

"It's your turn. I'm a little tired from climbing today, let me relax." "Come on, let's go to the bed." The sofa
was a bit cramped, making it difficult for me to stretch out. I let Mom cling to me, supporting her hips
as I placed her on the bed. I stood below and began thrusting rapidly.

"Slap...slap...sizzle..."

"Ah, so good...mmm..." Mom tasted the fruits of her son's labor, moaning ecstatically.

"Mom, your son will take good care of you." I changed positions, varying the frequency of my thrusts. After nearly
20 minutes of thrusting without any sign of ejaculation, "Mom, you do it. I can't ejaculate by myself." "Mmm..." Mom
got up and sat on my back, beginning the classic lotus position. If it weren't for this movement, one wouldn't notice Mom's
agile body; her slender, rounded legs unleashed astonishing power, her body undulating dramatically.
The sounds of their intercourse were loud and lewd.

Perhaps due to my heightened arousal, I showed no signs of ejaculation.

"What's going on? Why haven't I ejaculated yet?"

I wondered, a sudden inspiration striking me. I pushed Mom onto the bed, my penis squeezing into her vagina with a
"pop." Mom was still puzzled by my actions, but I swiftly removed
the condom and slipped it into her vagina with a "slip.

" "Ah." Years of using condoms had made me unfamiliar with direct intercourse; the intense
friction between my vagina and penis made me ejaculate instantly, "Gurgle, gurgle..." "Ah! What are you doing? Get up!"
Mom pounded on my chest, struggling to get me to leave.

I thought to myself, "No, I can't let this go after finally having sex with Mom without a condom!" Thinking this, my almost
limp penis gradually began to revive, continuing its thrusting rhythm.

Perhaps it was the close contact between my son's penis and the flesh of her vagina that gave Mom immense pleasure;
she was now almost frenzied. She writhed wildly, accepting her son's brutal trampling.

"Ah... um... ah..." Mom's voice was almost a scream, radiating feminine allure. The
soundproofing in the five-star hotel suite was excellent, so I didn't have to worry about anyone outside hearing, allowing me to indulge myself to the fullest
.

(The End)

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