Beautiful Mom (Absolutely a Classic)

My mother graduated from a dance academy in France and returned to Taiwan to work as a ballet dancer. She was once very popular and appeared on the covers of many magazines. Later, she married my father and stopped her stage career after becoming pregnant. After giving birth to me, she became a dance school teacher, a position she still holds today.
My mother is 34 years old now, but she is still very beautiful and radiant. Not long ago, something quite interesting happened: One day, I was playing basketball on the middle school court when a classmate rushed over to tell me that a girl was looking for me in the gatehouse. I asked who it was. He said, "The girl is probably under twenty years old, very beautiful, and looks just like you. She might be your older sister."
I thought about it and concluded that my mother had come. I burst into laughter and said to my classmate, "I don't have a sister. It must be my mother who has come!"
My classmate was taken aback and argued, "No, no, that woman is at most twenty years old!"
I said, "My mother is over thirty! She just looks young, so you can't tell."
That was indeed my mother. My mother was extremely beautiful; she possessed a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in history, with bright, sparkling eyes, pearly white teeth, delicate eyebrows, cherry-like lips, flawless skin, and a graceful, elegant demeanor. She was slender, 165 cm tall, with measurements of 35-23-34. My mother had a lively personality and was warm and genuine. Although she was thirty-four years old, she looked no more than twenty.
Although I was only sixteen years old that year, I was as strong as my father, but my appearance was rather mature, looking no less than twenty. In addition, I looked very much like my mother, so when my mother and I walked on the street, people who didn't know us thought we were siblings, and some even assumed we were brother and sister!
From the age of fourteen, I developed an interest in the opposite sex and secretly read many books on sex and pornography, and even frequently watched adult films. So, although I had never had any contact with women, I knew a lot about sex, and I longed to one day see a woman's naked body, to see what a woman's breasts and genitals looked like.
I observe women every day, but I've found that none of them surpass my mother in beauty and charm.
From a young age, I deeply admired my mother, but from this point on, I gradually began to see her as the object of my sexual fantasies. I also secretly began to admire my mother's beautiful and delicate face, her slender yet voluptuous figure, and her fair and smooth skin. I especially loved her large, expressive, dark, naturally shy, and bright eyes, particularly when she was excited, her long eyelashes fluttering up and down, incredibly alluring. I felt that every smile and gesture of my mother's was captivating. I often imagined the color and shape of her flesh beneath her clothes… I truly longed to see my mother naked one day.
However, my mother always dressed very conservatively. Except for her long, slender legs and delicate arms, which were visible in the summer, nothing else was actually seen. Moreover, my mother was always very dignified, virtuous, and elegant. Although she loved me very much, she never joked around with me casually. Therefore, I never had any improper thoughts about my mother.
My mother has many friends and often goes out in the evenings for social events and celebrations. If my father is home, he usually accompanies her. But since he went abroad, she's been going alone.
Because my mother was so beautiful and looked so young, she attracted a lot of attention and was often harassed and assaulted by hooligans and delinquents. Once, she was almost gang-raped by several thugs, but was fortunately discovered by patrolling police officers, thus avoiding further humiliation. From then on, I accompanied my mother whenever she went out. At dances, she only danced with me and never with other men. According to my mother, this was to avoid misunderstandings and trouble.
One day, I accompanied my mother to a friend's birthday party. My mother was dressed very beautifully, wearing an apricot-yellow sleeveless silk shirt, a rose-red short jacket, and a woolen skirt of the same color as the jacket. Her long, slender legs were covered with flesh-colored pantyhose. She had lightly painted eyebrows, applied a touch of powder, and her hair was styled in a high bun, making her look even more youthful and pretty.
For over two hours at the ball, I danced with my mother the whole time—quickstep, slow waltz, cheek-to-cheek, swaying… We were both incredibly excited. My mother, being a former dancer, moved with graceful, light, and lithe movements. We quickly became the center of attention; many times, everyone stopped dancing to watch us twirl and dance around the hall, which made me incredibly proud.
As my mother and I danced cheek to cheek, our bodies pressed tightly together. I felt her firm yet soft breasts against my chest, and my heart fluttered. Without thinking, I tightened my embrace around her waist. At that moment, her head was resting on my shoulder, and I whispered in her ear, "Mom, don't we look like lovers?" My mother blushed, hugged my waist tighter, and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense!"
I said, "My mother loves me very much, and I love my mother very much too. Does that count as being lovers?"
Mom chuckled, kissed me on the cheek, and said softly, "Mom loves you very much too, but our love is only that of a mother and son. Romantic love is similar to the love between husband and wife. Mother-son love is simply a connection of emotions; while romantic love, in addition to emotional fusion, also involves a physical union. Do you understand?"
"Mom, do you have a lover?"
"No!" Mom smiled sweetly, her cheeks instantly turning red.
Her head slowly moved away from my shoulder, looking into my eyes, and she suddenly said softly:
"Zhizhi, you are so beautiful! I used to only see you as a son, but when you mentioned lovers just now, I tried to look at you through the eyes of a lover. I found you to be handsome, tall and strong, gentle and refined, understanding, and your pair of bright and charming eyes are very captivating. You are indeed the standard for a woman to choose a lover! If I weren't your mother, I might really have taken the initiative to pursue you and become your lover!"
I whispered, "Mom, let's be lovers! That way, Mom will have a husband and a lover, two men who love you, wouldn't that be wonderful!"
My mother blushed again, glanced at me, and said:
“How can a mother be her son’s lover! You are the apple of my eye, the person I love most in the world, even more than your father.” She said, kissing me on the cheek.
Just then, the lights at the ball suddenly dimmed, and gradually it became almost pitch black.
"Mom, why did the lights suddenly go out?" I asked my mom.
"This is something that happens at every ball; it's a dream moment arranged for lovers."
What are lovers doing at this time?
Mom didn't answer immediately. She rested her head on my shoulder again, pressed her face close to mine, and whispered with a sweet laugh:
“Alright, then let you experience it! We can be party lovers for five minutes! Don’t think of me as your mother, but imagine I’m your lover, a girl you like. Love is in the air, and she’s already throwing herself at you! What are you going to do?” As she spoke, she tightened her grip on my waist with her other arm around my neck. A surge of heat rose within me; I wanted to experience being with a lover too, so I hugged my mother tightly around the waist. I felt her breasts pressing hard against my chest. My hand, which had been on her shoulder, moved to her neck, and I whispered:
"Mom, can I kiss you?"
My mother chuckled softly, "Of course! We're lovers now! In the dark, lovers can do anything!" As she spoke, she turned her face towards me. Although I couldn't see her face clearly, I could clearly feel her tilted head, her pursed lips, and the fragrant breath that wafted onto my face with her even breathing. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, then her forehead, cheeks, ears, chin…
"Mmm! Ugh!" Mom hummed a few times. Then, she stuck out her tongue and licked my lips, and then put it into my mouth and gently licked my teeth, tongue and palate.
我从来没有与女性接触过，更没有接过吻，所以一切都是新鲜的。于是，我也把舌头伸进了妈妈的嘴里，胡乱搅着。
妈妈“唔”了一声，把我推开，小声说：“不是这样乱搅，要温柔些，轻一点。你再体会一下我的舌头在你嘴里的动作。这样才有情调！”说着，她又伸出小舌在我嘴里表演了一会儿。
我本来是个很聪明的孩子，所以一学就会。我搂着妈妈的脖颈，与妈妈热烈地亲吻在一起，两个舌头在二人的嘴里进进出出地纠缠着。
妈妈的情绪表现得很沖动，她的一只手在我的后背上抚摸、搓捏着，还捏了几下我的屁股；我也情不自禁地一只手在妈妈的后背上、圆臀上轻轻抚摸。
我听到妈妈嘴里发出了似乎很享受的阵阵呻吟声，她搂得我更紧了，饱满的胸脯在我的胸前摩擦。
我与妈妈的身体从上到下都紧贴在一起，我的阴茎不知何时膨胀起来，顶在妈妈的小腹上。她也感觉到了，小声说：“什么东西这么硬，顶得我的肚子好难受！”说着，伸手探下去，隔着裤子握到了我的阴茎。
“呀！这么粗大、这么硬！小坏蛋，不许胡思乱想！”她想把它移开，但是刚推到一边，马上又弹了回来。妈妈无奈，只好让它顶着。我觉得她踮起了脚尖，使顶的位置下移到小腹下面。由于是脚尖落地，站不稳，所以妈妈的身子贴得我更紧了。
我们拥抱着、亲吻着，四只手互相抚摸着，身子互相摩擦着……
灯光开始渐渐亮了。妈妈娇喘着推开我，小声说：“好了！别让别人看到，到此为止！”我们又恢復常态，跳起了慢四步。
妈妈这时两颊飞红，满眼羞涩，显得十分俊俏而动人。
她笑着小声问：“志志，体会到做情人的滋味了吗？”
我说：“温馨极了！妈妈，我们回去后继续做情人好吗？”
“不可以！”妈妈娇嗔地说：“儿子怎么能和妈妈做情人呢！刚才我只是借这里的灯光变化告诉你情人们在这时干些什么，增添点小乐趣而已。”
有了刚才的经历，我发现妈妈在我心目中的形象完全变了。她已不完全是妈妈，而是一个我十分爱着的美貌的女郎。
我两眼不眨地盯着妈妈看，觉得她显得那么俏丽动人，使人为之倾倒，为之迷恋。过去我为什么没有发现妈妈的美！我真恨不得再次紧紧地拥抱她、热烈地亲吻她。我甚至渴望能与妈妈做爱，能娶妈妈为妻！
正当我十分痴迷地想入非非时，妈妈突然在我耳边说：“志志，你在想什么，为什么用那种眼光看我，象一个小色狼，看得人不好意思！”
我说：“妈妈，你要是我的妻子就好了！”
“胡说！”妈妈的手在我背后打了一下：“不许异想天开！”
“妈妈，刚才做了一会儿情人我才发现：你真的非常可爱呀！”
妈妈不理我，脸一下子变得通红，把头扭向一边。
“啊！妈妈简直美极了，真是天生的尤物、上帝的杰作呀！”我继续在她的耳边小声贊叹着，并悄悄在她的耳根处吻了一下。
妈妈微微颤抖了一下，仰脸娇羞地看我一眼，低下头，把脸贴在我的胸前，小声道：“乖孩子，求求你不要再说了，你说得我心里卜卜直跳！继续跳舞吧。”
我发现妈妈抱得我更紧了，我明显地感到她那两颗发硬的乳头顶在我胸前。
今天妈妈的表现一反平时的端庄、凝重，显得格外热情、柔媚，而且很容易害羞，不时地脸红，红得那么鲜嫩妖艳。特别是她用那种羞涩的眼光看你时，啊呀，简直迷死人了呀！我真恨不得一口将她吞下去！
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舞会后紧接着是酒会。妈妈今天特别高兴，喝了不少葡萄酒，连走路都有点摇摇晃晃的。回去的时候只好让我开车。
车子到家，妈妈由于酒精的作用竟在车上睡着了，我连喊带摇都没有醒。于是，我只好抱起她从车里出来回房间。我长这么大，还没有抱过别人，当然也没有抱过妈妈。妈妈的身材比较高，但由于苗条，体重才５２公斤，所以抱起来一点也不觉沈重。
这时妈妈完全处于昏睡状态，娇躯柔若无骨，我两手托在她的腰和腿弯处，两腿下垂，臻首后仰，雪白的粉颈伸得很长，一条胳膊也向下垂着。
上楼后，我把妈妈放在床上，为她脱去外衣和裤袜，原来妈妈在外套和衬衫里面只穿了粉红色的三点式比基尼。因为比基尼是半透明的，故而妈妈高耸的乳房、深深的乳沟、雪白的粉颈、平坦的小腹、修长的美腿，都一览无余，特别是那隆起的阴阜以及隐约的阴毛，使我心旌荡漾，几难自持。我在妈妈的唇上亲吻了一阵，又大胆地隔着衣服在三个高高的凸起上各轻轻吻了一下，然后为她盖上床单便离去了。
睡到床上，我的心情还久久不能平静，妈妈那雪白的肌肤和透剔玲珑的娇姿时时在脑海中萦绕。因为今天是我第一次看到女人的裸体呀！
第二天是星期天，妈妈睡到十点钟才起床。
我看到她从房间出来，便叫：“妈妈早上好！”
“儿子早上好！”妈妈回答我，然后笑着说：“昨天喝得太多了，我连怎么回家的都不记得了！志志，是你扶我回来的吗？”
“妈妈喝得酩酊大醉，在车上睡得好香。我开车到家后，使劲叫、大力摇你都没有醒来。是我把妈妈抱回房间的。”
“哇！让儿子抱回来，真不好意思！我的身子那么重，你抱得动我吗？”妈妈揽着我的腰亲切地说。
“一点不重，我轻而易举就抱起来了。不信你看！”说着，我一把将妈妈抱起，在屋子里边走边旋转。
“啊！快放下我，我的头都被你转晕了！”妈妈边叫边挣扎。
我轻轻放下妈妈。她两手环着我的腰，把脸贴在我的胸前，娇喘着说：“我的儿子长大了，这么有劲呀！”
“妈妈，你的身体好美呀！”我喜形于色地说。
“怎么？”妈妈仰起头，不解地看着我。
“我看见你的裸体了呀！好美哟！”我有些得意忘形地说。
“你什么时候看到的？”妈妈的俏脸微红。
“平时妈妈穿得很保守，当然看不清你的身体。昨天晚上，妈妈喝得太多。我把你抱回房间后，为你脱去外衣，看到你穿三点式比基尼，妈妈这时的娇姿苗条丰腴、凸浮玲珑、肌白似雪，啊，简直美极了！”
“啊！原来我的衣服是你脱的！我还以为是自己脱的呢，我好奇怪，平时我是不穿内衣睡觉的，只穿睡衣。后来我想大概是昨天喝多了，连怎么回家、怎么进房都不记得了，估计是还没等脱光衣服换上睡衣，就睡着了！”
“我不知道妈妈的习惯，下一次，我一定先为你脱光衣服、穿上睡衣，再安排你睡下。这样，我还可以欣赏妈妈美丽的……！”
“志志，不许对妈妈这样做！”妈妈有些不好意思，娇嗔地说：“志志，千万不能对妈妈产生非份之想哟！妈妈就是妈妈，是不能当作普通女人看待的！”
“可妈妈的身体真的是上帝的杰作呀，是一个不折不扣的美女嘛！难道你不知道自己长得很美吗？”
“我当然知道！还用你说？”妈妈有些生气了。
我走上前，拥着妈妈的腰，调皮地说：“请妈妈不要生气，我刚才说错了，其实，妈妈是个丑八怪！”
妈妈“卟哧”一声笑了，伸手拍着我的脸颊说：“淘气包！”
我继续抱着妈妈的蛮腰说：“妈妈，再让我们做一会儿情人好吗？”
“不行！”妈妈娇斥道，同时两手推拒我的拥抱。妈妈的力气当然没有我大。我将一只手揽着妈妈的粉颈，张口向樱唇吻了下去。
“停下！大白天的，小心来人看见！”妈妈嚷着。
“不会的，妈妈，大门锁着的，来人会按门铃的！”我说着，继续吻下去。
她心慌意乱地地极力推我，嘴里喊着“不要”，娇首左右摆动以回避我的吻。后来可能见我执意不肯罢休，也可能是没有力气了，便停止了挣扎，一动不动地任我抱着亲吻。
到后来，妈妈不但不反抗，反而变得热情起来，也搂着我的腰，主动伸出小舌与我缠绵，喉咙里渐渐发出阵阵的呻吟声。
直到妈妈被我吻得喘不过气来时，才推开我。她羞涩地小声说：
“好了！你吻得我浑身都没劲了！调皮鬼，肚子饿了吧！乖乖地回书房写作业，妈妈要去给你做饭了。”
从这天开始，我便常常要求与妈妈拥抱接吻。可喜的是，妈妈都不再拒绝，让我随意亲吻。
I suspect her thinking was: since I've already kissed her, a few more kisses won't make a difference, so she no longer had any reservations. And I noticed that my mother was particularly engrossed in each kiss.
Sometimes it's my mom who takes the initiative to hug me and kiss me.
My analysis is as follows: My mother, after all, is still a young woman in the prime of her life, and she deeply desires intimacy and affection from men. With my father away for extended periods, she naturally experiences sexual frustration with no outlet, which must be causing her considerable distress. Initially, when I tried to be intimate with her, she undoubtedly longed for it deep down; this was evident from her enthusiasm, initiative, and devotion when she asked me to temporarily play the role of her lover at the dance. However, due to her rationality, she dared not act inappropriately with her own son, repeatedly suppressing and controlling herself. But once she was in my arms, she was quickly conquered by my passion and strength, infected by my masculinity, and soon lost her reason, her mind going completely blank, leaving only the pleasure of contact with a man…
From then on, my mother stopped avoiding me and sometimes even wore very sexy clothes at home.
One day, it was extremely hot, and the air conditioner at home was broken. My mother and I were both unbearably hot. I was only wearing my underwear, while my mother was still wearing many clothes, all of which were soaked with sweat. I urged my mother to take off her outer clothes. She said that would be too embarrassing and insisted on not taking them off.
I said, "Mom, take off your coat. I'm afraid you'll get sick from the heat. Anyway, there are no strangers at home, so don't be shy!"
“Don’t forget you’re a grown man now! How can I be naked in front of you?” Mom said.
"Mom has so many rules and regulations! But I've already seen you in a bikini before! Look at you again, you still look the same!" I continued to persuade her.
Mom thought for a moment and said, "That's true, anyway, you've already seen it. Okay then, I'm really too hot to stand it." With that, she took off her outer clothes, leaving only a pink three-piece bikini.
"Wow! Mom looks even prettier standing up in her bikini than lying down!" I couldn't help but exclaim.
"You little rascal! I'll teach you a lesson!" she said, grabbing my arm with one hand and lightly slapping my bottom twice with the other.
I took the opportunity to hug her and kiss her.
Mom struggled and said, "No, it's so hot! I'm covered in sweat!"
I naturally couldn't bear to let her go, so I hugged her even tighter and kissed her frantically on her face, lips, and neck.
She gradually stopped struggling and let me kiss her. Later, I simply picked her up, walked to the sofa, sat her on my lap, and continued kissing her.
We were lovers for two hours this time. When we parted, we were both drenched in sweat. Mom, panting, got off my lap, pinched my ear, and said in a sweet voice:
"You little rascal, you've made all the bones in my body feel so soft!"
While my mother was taking a shower, I noticed a puddle of water on my leg. I initially thought it was her sweat, but when I touched it, it felt sticky and didn't seem like sweat. Then it dawned on me: it must have been her vaginal lubrication from being intimate with me. This was something I learned from a book.
Since that experience, my mother often wears only a bikini at home, no longer avoiding me. That's how women are; once they've revealed a private part of their body to a man (even if forced or unwillingly), they won't be shy about it again, probably thinking deep down: "I've already revealed it to him." I think this is probably related to women's desire to show their beauty to men!
Once, a book my mother wrote about dance theory was published. It was beautifully printed, and included over twenty photos of her dancing on stage, each one stunningly beautiful. She was overjoyed. As soon as she got home, she excitedly told me the good news and sat on my lap, showing me those lovely old photos. She introduced each one, leaving me in awe. Hearing my praise, my mother was especially excited, hugging me and kissing me passionately and fervently.
Infected by my mother's enthusiasm, I returned the favor by kissing her cherry lips, cheeks, earlobes, and neck wildly... Under my passionate kisses, my mother closed her eyes and nestled in my arms, her body limp and boneless, emitting moans as if she were intoxicated.
That day, for the first time, I secretly touched my mother's body through her clothes, kneading her firm breasts and round, firm buttocks. One hand gradually slipped under her skirt from her calf to her thigh. My mother seemed completely unaware and didn't object at all. Only when I pinched her nipples did she become unusually excited, arching her chest and twisting her waist, moaning and trembling.
"Oh!... You're pinching me so hard!... You naughty boy... You've loved playing with Mommy's nipples since you were a baby... Ah... It's so tingly and numb... It feels completely different from when you touched it as a baby... Ah..."
"Mom, does it feel good to be pinched like this?"
"Oh! It feels so good... yet so bad... I can't describe the feeling... You... please stop... If this continues... I... can't take it anymore..."
At that moment, my hand, which was wandering on my mother's thigh, felt a strange sensation: it seemed as if some sticky liquid was seeping from the edge of her panties. I really wanted to stick my fingers inside her panties and touch my mother's genitals, but I didn't have the courage.
My fingers stopped moving, but continued kissing her cherry lips and cheeks. My mother nestled in my arms, closed her eyes, and gradually fell asleep, her rosy face looking very beautiful.
My analysis suggests that my mother was completely immersed in the joy of success, and reason had no place in her mind; my caresses actually fueled her excitement and passion. Therefore, she was completely unprepared for my advances.
It was already dark. I picked up the remote control from the sofa and turned on the living room light. Mom was still in my arms, sleeping so soundly. I quietly lifted her skirt to peek underneath. I saw that Mom was wearing a small, pink pair of panties, and her mons pubis was high and round, like a little bun, with a few pale yellow pubic hairs peeking out from the edge of the panties. The bottom of the panties was already soaked. I really wanted to remove that small piece of fabric to see what was really going on, but I didn't have the courage. So I just placed my palm on that bulge and stroked it for a while.
My stomach was growling loudly, so I patted my mother's cheek and whispered:
"Mommy, Mommy, wake up!"
Mom opened her beautiful eyes slightly and asked in a sweet voice, "What's wrong? Was I asleep?"
"I've been asleep for an hour, my sweetheart! I'm hungry, I should go make dinner!"
My mother glared at me and said coquettishly, "Get lost! Who's your little lover!" With that, she struggled out of my arms and got down to go cook. But after standing up and taking a few steps, I heard her let out a soft cry of "Ouch!" as she touched her genitals through her skirt.
"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.
"You're still asking me! It's all your fault, you little rascal! You made this place all wet!"
"Mom, I didn't spill any water on you! Let me see!" I pretended not to know and stepped forward.
"Get out of here! You don't even understand this, yet you want to be my lover!" My mother pushed me away.
I deliberately asked, "Mom, tell me! I really don't know."
Mom said in a low voice, sounding annoyed, "Okay, I'll tell you something about sex: When a woman's libido is aroused, her vagina will secrete a lot of fluid, called vaginal fluid or love juice. Do you understand?"
"Mom, what's the purpose of secreting vaginal lubrication?" I asked, pretending not to know.
"Lubricant!" Mom answered without thinking, then suddenly realized she shouldn't have said that to me, and said, "Hey, you're just a little kid, why are you asking this! You'll understand when you grow up and get married."
I asked again, "Mom, were you aroused just now?"
Her mother blushed and said softly, "Oh! You're such a handsome and charming man, which woman wouldn't be captivated by you? Besides, just now you held me in your arms, kissing and touching me. No matter how much self-control I have, I couldn't resist your teasing! Do you think I wouldn't be overflowing with lust?"
I was stunned by my mother's blunt words. It turned out that she was infatuated with me! I didn't know what to say and just stood there dumbfounded.
Mom said, "You can wait a little longer! I'll go change my clothes first, then I'll cook."
Afterwards, I felt a pang of regret: if I had continued my efforts that afternoon, when my mother was at the peak of her passion and lost in ecstasy, she probably wouldn't have objected. If I had, I could have admired her genitals and breasts.
Alas! What a pity! I let go of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
I long for another opportunity like this!

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