Mom in a short skirt

(I)

My name is A-Guang, and I am seventeen years old. My mother is forty years old and works as a doctor. My mother maintains a good
figure, and with her beautiful face, she is very eye-catching when she walks on the street. My mother has always
been the object of my sexual fantasies, until one day...

That afternoon, after shopping with my mother, we took the subway home. The train was crowded. I stood with my head down, looking at my mother
's beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, full of soft beauty and very well-proportioned. Looking further up,
there was an alluring narrow skirt, a tight white shirt, a fair neck above the neckline, beautiful hair, sexy
lips, big, watery eyes, and slender eyebrows. My mother has a mature beauty, more charming and attractive than a young girl
, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

I looked at my mother, and under her skirt appeared her long, slender thighs, full thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings,
making one feel the tenderness 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 my mother's panties were white and semi-transparent, with elegant lace embroidered around the edges. The fabric itself
was thin and transparent, and through this thin layer, I could clearly see her pubic hair and the slight bulge of her mons pubis.

Seeing my mother's panties clinging tightly to 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.

After a while, I couldn't resist the temptation again and pretended to tie my shoelaces, squatting down to prepare to… but then I saw
something unbelievable: I saw a hand moving inside my mother's skirt, and my mother's thighs
kept shifting positions, as if desperately trying to dodge.

"Whose hand is that?" I wondered to myself. The more I thought about it, the less I could believe what I was seeing: a lewd-looking
old man was pressed tightly against my mother's back. His left hand had already slipped under her armpit, unbuttoning
a button on her shirt and reaching inside from the front. His right hand was caressing between her legs.

My mother was holding onto the handrail with one hand and carrying her purse with the other, so she had no way to resist. And because the old man was
holding her so tightly, she was powerless to escape.

"No wonder Mom looks uncomfortable," I thought, staring intently at his hand.

His hand was scratching outside her white lace panties. The area between my mother's legs was already wet.
His index finger and thumb were pinching and rubbing her most sensitive area. To avoid the violation, my mother kept her legs
tightly closed, afraid that if she relaxed even slightly, his fingers would enter her body. Seeing this, I found myself
getting an erection.

My mother's legs were very shapely. Although she had given birth to two children, she was still a beautiful woman, retaining her charm. This was
the first time I had seen my mother's legs so closely, and my eyes were practically burning with desire; I almost couldn't resist wanting to devour them… This was
much better than any pornographic film!

Suddenly, the old man's left hand slipped out of my mother's clothes and quickly stuffed something into his pocket.
I thought it looked like a bra… my mother's bra! Sure enough, my mother's firm nipples peeked out from under her thin shirt
.

The old man again slipped his left hand inside my mother's shirt, playing with her nipples, while his right hand gradually slipped
inside her pantyhose, quickly pulling them down to her knees and her underwear to the side. The old man
rubbed my mother's breasts with his left hand, while his right hand wasn't idle either, reaching down to play with my mother's vulva.

My mother was both shocked and ashamed, but dared not cry out. She could only remain in this position, allowing the old man to wantonly ravage her
. Unable to resist, yet forced to suppress her own desires, she blushed deeply.

I stared wide-eyed at my mother's most intimate place. As the old man probed and teased, my mother seemed unable to restrain herself any longer
; her legs gradually spread wider and wider, trembling slightly. Through the old man's fingers, I saw my mother's two
bright red labia sliding back and forth in his hand, the vaginal fluid seeping from her vulva soaking his fingers.

The old man pressed his entire palm against my mother's vulva, rubbing it a few times, then wiping it, still wet with her vaginal fluid,
onto the thick, glossy black pubic hair below her abdomen. My mother frantically twisted her body, trying to get rid of his hand.
To me, it looked as if she were rubbing her vulva against his dirty hand, making my penis hard
and causing a large bulge in my pants. As I watched the man fondle my mother's genitals, I also
leered at the delicious-looking vagina before me.

My mother struggled to maintain her composure, painfully trying to conceal the intense desire raging within her. Meanwhile, the man wasn't idle either,
raising his fingers to probe into my mother's wetness .
My mother desperately clenched her legs to resist the lewdness, but the man harassing her forcefully spread her thighs with his feet, allowing his fingers to penetrate her warm, wet vagina.

I suddenly realized I should be saving my mother, not watching—how could I let this lewd old man
defile her! I straightened up, moved closer to the old man harassing my mother, and stomped on his foot hard. He
endured the excruciating pain and immediately withdrew his hand, glaring at me angrily. My mother took the opportunity to adjust her pantyhose and shirt. I
glared back at the old man, who quickly became flustered and got off at the next stop.

Many people boarded at that stop, and I was jostled by the crowd, ending up pressed against my mother from the front. The contact with her soft, full
body made my heart race. Because of the crowded conditions, I could only press myself even closer to my mother. She
seemed to notice my restless movements and gently swayed her body. Oh no! Her inner thighs were pressed against
my manhood. I felt my penis gradually swell and become erect…

“Ah…Mom…so bouncy…” My slowly hardening penis was pressing against my mother’s genitals.
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.

The penis inside my underwear pressed against my mother's elastic vulva, which had just been played with. "Ah... Mom
... Mom's pussy is so soft, if I could touch it... But what if Mom screams... wouldn't I
... No, when Mom was being harassed just now..."

"As long as I'm careful..." My desire was already rising high, burning like fire. Once
lust arose, I didn't care about anything else and began to slowly press my legs against the inside of my mother's thighs. I
Slowly, slowly, I exerted force, gradually spreading my mother's beautiful legs apart...

But I was still hesitant, moving so slowly it was almost imperceptible. Due to tension and the effort to control myself, my
legs were trembling slightly! My mother began to sense something was wrong; she realized my legs
were spreading hers apart. She tried to move her legs away, but was powerless.

I quietly slipped my hand under her skirt, quickly touching her full thigh. She trembled as if electrocuted
, glanced at me in surprise, then lowered her head, trying her best to avoid the sensation, but daring not to cry out.

The feel of her skin through the stockings and my mother's delicate appearance further stimulated my animalistic desires. I extended
my right leg and thrust it even harder between my mother's legs, rubbing against her mons pubis. Her twisting, evasive body
pressed even harder against my right leg, and I could feel the intense heat of her mons pubis. The contrast between my
cold right knee peeking out from under my athletic shorts and the burning heat of my mother's thigh, along with the friction of her stockings, gave me a strange sensation.

My left hand roamed over her slender waist and pink buttocks, while my right hand boldly reached between her legs,
forcefully tearing her stockings 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, Mom's private parts were attacked again, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan: "Mmm..."

Mom shifted uncomfortably, gently trying to free her hand from mine, but I couldn't give up halfway. I immediately followed up
, pressing myself tightly against Mom from the front, while my left hand forcefully wrapped around her slender waist, immobilizing her. Then,
my right hand launched another attack on Mom.

Mom felt the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs being relentlessly rubbed by my bold palm. Sometimes, my hand would forcefully
squeeze in, making her feel immense pressure and my burning body temperature, pushing her long, slender thighs open even wider; other
times, it would gently glide over the tips of her fine pubic hair, making her feel an unbearable tingling and itching sensation.

A series of light, electric currents continuously burrowed into the inner thighs, penetrating the slippery, tender flesh, swirling
within the delicate folds of the vagina, stirring the sensitive, erect, red, and plump
clitoris, now fully exposed beyond the foreskin, causing waves of lustful fluid to flow incessantly to the outside of the tender flesh; at other times,
I would forcefully squeeze the tender flesh encased in stockings on the inner thighs, causing my mother to feel a piercing pain. My mother almost gave up
resisting, allowing my rude and lewd hands to defile her beautiful, shapely thighs.

As I kneaded the tender flesh of my mother's inner thighs, I slowly moved forward, gradually feeling
the warm, moist radiation emanating from her. My heart suddenly pounded even more violently, a soft, warm touch spreading from my fingertips
; my mother's vaginal opening was already overflowing. I pushed my hand forward slightly, immediately feeling an
endless, gentle sinking in.

So this was my mother's vagina! I was overwhelmed with indescribable emotion. I never imagined that my
fingers would be pressed against my mother's sweet, tender little hole. Although there was still a layer of panties between us,
they were completely soaked with her juices, clinging seamlessly to her labia majora. Only her erect clitoris
cutely pushed up the semi-transparent white panties.

My mother moved her hips, trying to move her body away, but her body didn't really obey her, only
trembling slightly. At that moment, the subway stopped briefly at the station, and another group of passengers boarded. There was no way to escape .
My mother's body was suspended in the air, and her lower body, touched by me, seemed to move in response.

Through the nylon panties, I could feel the presence of my mother's mature, clam-like petals. I spread my fingers and gently stroked
the inside of her jade-like thighs and between her thighs. As she trembled involuntarily, I couldn't help but
caress 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 dodge. My hand persistently touched
her genitals, playing with the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her panties like curling 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. "Ugh..." 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, and my mother's whole body stiffened. The chaotic pressure on my chest
grew increasingly urgent, and the swelling reaction in my pants made me feel both afraid and excited. The intense lust of youth and fantasy
made me lose my reason; no one could stop my desire.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, I was burning with lust. My right hand moved from her left hip
inside my mother's white lace panties, my palm gently caressing her mons pubis, my right index and middle fingers teasing her labia... then rubbing her
clitoris. As my right hand, spread open, 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 labia. My mother's
slender, snow-white neck arched back as she gasped, her beautiful forehead streaked with disheveled hair.

"No...don't..." 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 her...
She stood there resignedly, her underwear tucked under her arm, letting me play with her, avoiding my gaze.

Seeing her reaction, I felt even more emboldened to ravage her. I held her tightly to my chest, using my knee to force
her legs apart, opening her vulva. My hand slowly roamed
between her thighs, carefully caressing her, discovering her vulva was quite full, her labia minora
large and protruding.

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 bulged, and from that tender crevice, a cute little bean sprout
shrank there.

I parted the labia with my fingers, pinching the pointed clitoris, rubbing it with my index finger and thumb. She made
a painful sound, unable to escape. My fingers moved up and down, and the wet clitoris slowly emerged from the petals.
A small bead protruded from the complex fleshy walls. I stroked the clitoris and her vulva with my fingers; her vulva felt so soft!

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

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, leaving it outside, to probe Mom's anus, while my thumb stroked the clitoris. Mom
tried to close her legs, but my knees prevented her from doing so.

My three fingers expanded inside her, and I inserted them into Mom's vulva, thrusting them in and out. I
felt my mother's vagina tightly gripping my fingers, her snow-white throat trembling. She was held tightly, unable
to escape, and had no choice but to give up resisting, letting me play with her. I probed deeper with my fingers, and
a honey-like fluid flowed down them, some running down her perineum and soaking into her underwear.

After playing for a while, I began to carefully search for the G-spot described in textbooks. I patiently
tried little by little…

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 this most sensitive, most hidden G-spot again and again.
With each attack of my fingers, my mother trembled, her body gradually going limp on top of me. I used
my left hand to hold her slender waist and lifted her up, while my right hand continued to play with her.

With each attack and thrust, I felt my fingers tightening around her vaginal opening, the labia
opening and closing with each stroke. As I played with her, I admired her semi-conscious
state, her delicate beauty. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing penis, rubbing it between her thighs
...

"Mmm...mmm..." she moaned softly, unable to bear the stimulation. I forgot everyone else
was there; with the swaying of the train, my penis rubbed against her labia.
Doing this in front of so many people provided extra stimulation, quickly bringing me to my climax, and soon I ejaculated
onto her panties. As soon as

the subway stopped, I released my delicate mother, and before she could react, I quickly slipped through the crowd, got off, and ran
home.

(II)

When my mother returned home, she saw me sitting in the living room watching TV. As expected of an office lady, Mom had already
emerged from the nightmare and regained her usual calm and elegant demeanor.

"Come here," Mom stared into my eyes for a moment, then said, "I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" My heart skipped a beat. Mom was going to settle scores with me. What should I do? If Mom told
Dad, he would definitely kill me.

"You...you're so outrageous!" Mom's beautiful face flushed red with emotion. "You actually...

did this to Mom!" I hurriedly stood up, waving my hands and saying, my face burning, "Mom...today
...I'm sorry...I...there's something...I...I feel ashamed to say it..." I put on a pitiful expression
.

"Is something wrong? Tell Mom." Seeing my face turn red, Mom's anger turned to confusion.
"What's there to be ashamed of? What happened?" Mom patted the seat next to her, gesturing for me to sit beside her.

"If I tell the truth, Mom, you can't laugh at me!" I said, my mind made up, a pained
expression on my face, as I sat down next to my mother.

"Of course! Mom definitely won't laugh at you, hurry up and tell me!" My mother's curiosity was piqued.

"Uh... I've been having trouble sleeping lately."

"Insomnia! Why?" "

I feel restless, dizzy, and sometimes I even have suicidal thoughts."

There have been many suicides among middle school students recently; even the slightest setback can trigger impulsive suicidal thoughts. So, Mom
was quite startled. Her questioning turned into concern: "I understand how you feel. Tell me so we can
solve the problem properly." Mom leaned closer to my knees, gently patting my thigh, encouraging me to speak.

I was secretly pleased, but my face showed melancholy: "I feel like I'm going crazy. Whenever I see a girl from my school,
my blood boils, I feel like I'm about to explode!"

Mom nodded deeply: "It's normal for teenagers in puberty to be interested in the opposite sex. Don't take it
to heart. Is this why you... you're talking to me this time?"

"Yes... but, Mom, I really want to see women's bodies, I even want to run out in the middle of the night and molest
women."

"Absolutely not! Doing that will ruin your life!" Mom exclaimed. "That's why I'm trying so hard to endure it .

I've been stubbornly clinging to the idea that a woman's body is no different from a man's . 　　Mom, what should I do?" 　　My mother was speechless for a moment when I pressed her with my question. She understood my troubles, but she didn't know how to express them.

"Just once, let me take a good look at a woman's body. Maybe that will make me feel much more relaxed and able
to study in peace." I said innocently and curiously.

"You want to see a woman's genitals, right?" Mom asked, trying to sound calm. "Would knowing
the differences between their genitals and men's make you feel much more at ease?"

"Yes! That's it."

Mom considered for a moment, then resolutely stood up and locked the door. It seemed she had been persuaded and was ready to grit her teeth
and use her body as a teaching tool for her son. Solving her son's problem was the same as solving everyone's problem, wasn't it
?

"Mom's genitals can be used as a reference. I hope you won't have any more problems after seeing them, understand?"

I almost laughed out loud. Mom had indeed fallen for it. I never thought that
I could now legitimately observe my mother's beautiful genitals again, and even... I quickly nodded in agreement.

The room, with the curtains drawn, immediately became somewhat dark. Mom turned on the wall lamp because she needed light for the lesson.

Mom took off her high heels, lifted her short skirt, and pulled her pantyhose and underwear down to her knees. The torn
pantyhose and wet underwear I had made immediately aroused me.

Mom's cheeks flushed red: "Okay! You can only look!" Lying back on the sofa, Mom's
lower body was exposed, her legs slowly spreading open, revealing her private parts to her son.

My throat moved, I swallowed, and put my head between Mom's knees, hot breath constantly
exhaling from my nostrils.

Indeed, it was a very alluring posture. What came into view was Mom's high mons pubis and neat, shiny
pubic hair, while her labia minora were slightly parted from their tightly closed vulva... Through the bright light in the room, I
spread Mom's thighs apart and looked down carefully at Mom's soft pubic hair, beautiful labia, and tightly closed anus
.

"Wow! This is a woman's genitals! Mom's genitals are so beautiful!" I gazed at
the shyly peeking clitoris at the tip of Mom's vulva. My breath warmed her vulva, causing her to tremble slightly
.

"Is it done?" Mom sat up, her cheeks flushed,
revealing her genitals—something even her husband had never observed so closely—to her son…

"Mom, let me look again, there's still something I don't understand." I quickly grasped Mom's
slender foot, encased in stockings, with my left hand, causing her to lie back down helplessly. Then, my fingers gently peeled back the thin skin, revealing the pink
clitoris, small and adorable.

I grasped the trembling clitoris, and Mom unintentionally arched her back, letting out a soft
moan, because I had grasped the sensitive bud.

"Mom! What is this protruding clitoris?" I asked innocently, while gently rubbing
Mom's clitoris with my fingers.

"Oh! That's the clitoris, also... called... clitoral... Ouch!... Don't touch it!"

"I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to!" Like an innocent child, I immediately stopped
, but reluctant to let go of what I was touching, I stubbornly touched it for a while before gently releasing it.

"Mom! What are those two drooping fleshy pieces on the left and right? They have so many wrinkles!" I
gently touched Mom's labia again.

"Hmm... those are the labia majora, ah... don't touch them!"

My fingers kept stroking her labia, and Mom resisted slightly, but because her legs were raised by me,
she couldn't dodge. Mom's labia were thick and soft, and felt very smooth.

"Mom, what's this called?" Mom felt a little helpless about my attitude of needing to use my fingers to confirm the feeling of everything before asking questions
, and her buttocks often swayed involuntarily.

"That...that's the labia minora. Are you all better yet?" Mom's breathing became more and more rapid. "Are you all better yet
...?"

"But there are still many things I don't understand." I said, and then put my finger into Mom's secret place again,
playing with it incessantly. "Mom! What's this little hole for?"

"Ah!...Ah..." Mom's body twisted violently. "This is the urethra."

"Is that where urine comes out?"

"Yes!...Yes! Don't touch it like that...Hey! Don't play with it..." As soon as I removed my finger, Mom's lower
abdomen undulated like waves.

"Mom, there's a pink little hole here. What's that for?" I parted Mom's labia, and
Mom's beautiful fleshy hole was fully exposed.

Mom's mysterious hole opened, and I saw the red fleshy walls inside, glistening with honey-like fluid. I brought my face
close to Mom's vulva, smelling the thick honey-like scent. I could no longer control my desire. When Mom couldn't see, I
gently licked her vulva with my tongue. The overflowing honey-like fluid began to become sticky, and I tasted a sour flavor.

Then I slowly slid my fingers into my mother's vagina. After my play, her vagina was already
very wet, and my fingers easily moved in and out of her honey pot.

"Ah!...No, don't touch...that's the birthing hole...don't touch it!...Ouch
!...

pull your fingers out!" my mother screamed.

"Oh! The birthing hole...I was born from here, right?" I
said, while rotating my fingers inserted into my mother's petals like a stirring rod.

The petals, open in the wetness, involuntarily tightened around the unreasonable "learner." My middle finger had already entered to the root
, the soft flesh walls completely wrapped around my finger, and as my finger stirred inside, the wet flesh walls had
a strong elasticity, as if trying to suck my finger in. I was not only surprised that my beautiful mother, who was middle-aged and had given birth to two children,
had such a sensitive vagina, but I was also somewhat moved.

Mother's beautiful face flushed and paled, her legs trembled uncontrollably, and a stream of vaginal fluid slowly leaked out.

"Mom! You're acting so strange! There's so much fluid flowing from the birth canal! Mom,
what's wrong with you?

" "It's all your fault...it's all because you touched me inappropriately...that's why I'm like this."

"Just playing with my fingers will make you like this?" I inserted my fingers into my mother's vagina again, repeatedly
probing the vaginal walls while rubbing her engorged clitoris.

This repeated action weakened her resistance; she arched
her back to allow my fingers to penetrate deeper, falling into a semi-conscious state.

"Ouch!...Don't dig anymore...I can't take it anymore..." My mother tried to rouse herself several times,
but I held her legs high, unable to resist my manipulation.

My mother's vagina presented a very lewd scene; her labia, exposed by my fingers, were a bright
red color, revealing the inner walls covered in sticky vaginal fluid. There was a round hole in the center, where my fingers had passed
. My fingers not only went in and out of my mother's vagina but also into her buttocks,
exploring her anus with my fingertips. When I stroked her clitoris, her body trembled as if she had been electrocuted
. Seeing my mother's intense reaction, I felt incredibly satisfied. I used my fingers to scoop up the nectar from her vulva
and smeared it on her anus, continuing to rub it.

"Ah...no..." My mother's anus, which had never been violated by any other man, not even my father,
was now being wantonly dug and ravaged by my fingers. My mother's naked genitals were being touched and dug at haphazardly by my fingers, her confused
emotions being pushed towards a surge of intense desire. Her body convulsed, and her temperature rose higher and higher.

My mother's upper body arched backward, while she twisted her plump buttocks; her beautiful black hair was completely disheveled, and
her usually dignified, violet-like face displayed an almost unbelievable, seductive expression. My mother couldn't help
but moan, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing together.

Suddenly, the clock on the wall chimed; it was already seven o'clock in the evening. Mom suddenly snapped out of her daze, straightened her body
, and broke free from my grasp: "Alright, your father will be back soon. That's enough. You know enough
. Mom still needs to make dinner."

Mom quickly regained her composure, and while putting on her clothes and shoes, she advised me to focus my energy elsewhere
, saying that my sexual urges were just due to puberty and would pass in a while.

Just then, I heard the sound of a key turning in the door; Dad had returned. Mom had already gone into the kitchen and started working.

(III)

In the following days, whenever I had the chance, I would hug Mom from behind, pressing my swollen penis against
her buttocks through her clothes, desperately poking at her anus through her skirt or pants, or sneaking
under the table to get a good look at what was under Mom's skirt and deliberately touching her beautiful legs in stockings.

Sometimes, when my mom wasn't looking while cooking, I'd pretend to help and secretly peek through a small mirror from behind her back
at the alluring sight of her sexy panties and sheer stockings under her tight skirt. Sometimes, if I was lucky, I could even lie down and peek directly,
masturbating while watching what lay beneath her skirt – it was so satisfying!

One afternoon, I returned home and saw my mom cooking in the kitchen. She
was still wearing her work outfit – my favorite pink short jacket over a slightly sheer white shirt, and a light white
silk skirt with sheer flesh-colored stockings on her slender legs, sparking endless fantasies
(how wonderful it would be to push her down on the stove and rape her like in an adult film!). My pants unconsciously
bulged to match my fantasies.

I first crouched down behind my mother, peeking at the base of her beautiful legs. I noticed she
was wearing white underwear today—a white lace-trimmed pantyhose with alluring white garter belts and flesh-colored
stockings. This made my penis swell even more; I really wanted to penetrate her from behind.

Suddenly, I thought of a way to satisfy my urges. So I quietly left the kitchen, unzipped
my pants, took out my penis, and loudly announced to my mother, "I'm home!" Before she could turn around, I ran
over and hugged her from behind. "Mom, today I solved a math problem for everyone, and the teacher
praised my method, saying I was very smart!"

(Wow, Mom smells so good, and the feeling of my penis rubbing against her silk skirt is so wonderful!) I then pressed
my legs against her beautiful legs, gently rubbing against her legs in the sheer flesh-colored stockings. So good!!

"That's great," Mom said. "Keep it up!"

(Oh, I'll keep it up.) Slowly moving my hips, I pressed my penis against
Mom's fleshy buttocks through her silk skirt, moving it up and down between her buttocks, gradually pressing my semen-filled penis against
her wet vulva through her panties.

"Okay, I'll keep it up."

(It feels so good to keep it up; the opening at the tip of my penis has already leaked some semen from the intense stimulation
.)

"Are you feeling unwell? Why are you moving around like that, and why are you making strange noises?" Mom asked me.
(It feels so good, ah...!)

"It's nothing, Mom. My body is a little itchy for some reason; I guess I got bitten by mosquitoes." Afraid that Mom would notice
, I quickly pulled my still trembling, swollen penis back into my pants.

"Mom, I'm going back to my study to read."

Back in my room, I sat down at my desk, recalling the earlier act of defilement, and began masturbating. Just as I was about to reach
climax, I suddenly heard my mother call me, "Lunch is ready."

After lunch, my mother went to take a nap, but I couldn't fall asleep: Dad wasn't home today, and I thought…

I quietly went to my parents' bedroom door. The door wasn't closed properly, and I saw my mother fast asleep. She was still
wearing her usual clothes, only a blanket was covering her stomach, and her snow-white legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were exposed. I swallowed hard, and combined with my recent masturbation, it was practically torture! 　　Driven by curiosity, I cautiously tried to peek at what underwear she was wearing, but her legs were tightly closed, and I couldn't peek through the skirt. A wicked thought crossed my mind: if she was sound asleep, I could lift her skirt without her noticing. 　　I softly called "Mom," but she didn't respond. Still unsure if she was asleep, I pretended…

I tried to cover her with the blanket, but she still didn't move; I gently patted her, but there was still no response. My heart was pounding, as if I were
suffocating. I took a deep breath, reached for her skirt, and carefully flipped it over her stomach. Perhaps she was too
tired and was sleeping soundly, for she didn't stir.

The short skirt lifted, revealing my mother's almost dazzlingly sexy thighs, making me almost forget to breathe. My mother was wearing extremely
thin, flesh-colored stockings that hugged her sexy thighs, only reaching a few centimeters below the groin, with two
white garter straps; between her legs was a high-slit pantyhose, revealing pubic hair through the white lace trim.

My mother's white panties had a small flower on the waistline below her navel, and the pubic area was openwork
! A few pubic hairs peeked out, fine and not very curly. Upon closer inspection, near the dark pubic hair, the thin
, semi-transparent panties clung tightly to her vulva, the shape of her labia fully revealed, exuding an incredibly lewd message.

When I gently touched my mother's lips with my fingers, even through her panties, I could still feel
the heat and softness of her mature, clam-like labia.

My mother had a well-proportioned figure and a beautiful face. I stole a glance at her; her lips were thin and very
moist, making me want to kiss them. Her cheeks were flushed slightly—so beautiful! Her legs were white and straight.
I couldn't resist sneaking another look at my mother's private parts; and I really wanted to touch them again
to see if they were as soft as they had been a few days ago (duh!). Anyway, it wouldn't hurt for her son to play with her lower body a little more
!

So I straightened my mother's skirt, pretended to cover her with a blanket, and gently took her small, soft
feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, in my hands, stroking and playing with them. My mother didn't move. My mother's feet were less than five inches long,
with neatly arranged toes and a beautiful, captivating shape. Her delicate, shapely feet fit perfectly in my hand, soft and supple against my skin through her stockings—it
felt wonderfully comfortable, and I couldn't resist touching them.

I wanted to touch my mother's breasts too. I quietly covered her skirt, then, my fingertips trembling, unbuttoned her
top. With the slowest, gentlest touch, I lifted it
, finally reaching her breasts. My mother was wearing a bikini-style bra, shaped like an "8," the rounded cups perfectly filling her full breasts.
It covered her ample bosom without being like some women who, lacking substance, deliberately buy larger sizes to hide
it.

The center of the rounded cups was slightly pointed—that must be her nipples. I opened my mouth, too nervous to speak
, and slowly rose closer to her, my arms involuntarily reaching out, my palms cupped inwards,
only a centimeter away from her breasts. I didn't dare to actually squeeze it, only stroking it from a distance,
imagining my hands caressing her breasts. My breathing was rapid, my hands almost wanting to reach down and play with her full
breasts, then slip inside to grasp her mysterious nipples.

I held my breath and quickly touched my mother's breast, relieved she didn't react. So I placed my whole
palm on her breast—wow! So big! Even through the thin barrier, the soft, warm
feeling made my breathing extremely erratic, and my mind went blank.

I squeezed it a little, my mother didn't move, I squeezed harder… haha, she really was asleep. But business was more important
, so I quickly ran to lift her skirt and gently opened her legs. My mother was wearing white lace panties
, so thin they were almost transparent, vaguely revealing the shape of her dark forest.

With her honeyed vulva barely visible, I suddenly became frantic, frantically exploring with my tongue. I plucked the thin
fabric and headed straight for my mother's plump labia. A faint scent of vaginal fluid at the entrance stimulated
my senses, further arousing me. I teased my mother's vulva with my tongue, and she moaned softly.
She was probably having a wet dream; she hadn't woken up.

Now the question was, how could I see my mother's vulva? So I gently spread her legs
wider, carefully kneeling between them, and leaned down, trying to pull her panties away from her vulva
. But they were a little tight, so I grabbed the bottom edge of her panties and pulled them down a bit. Now I finally
had enough space. With my left hand, I carefully pulled her panties from under her crotch to her left side, revealing her entire vulva
.

I finally saw my mother's vulva again… I pressed my face against it, wanting a closer look. Her
labia majora were slightly parted, and I saw two pink labia minora inside. My eyes were fixed on the
labia minora with their downy edges, and I couldn't resist placing two fingers on either side of the cleft, slowly parting the closed petals, like a flower
suddenly blooming.

Spreading the fleshy mucous membrane, I saw my mother's clitoris, so I carefully parted it a little more,
revealing a moist, glossy, bright red opening surrounded by fleshy tissue. My mother's vagina was truly beautiful! I
put my nose close and smelled it; there was a sweet scent.

I pressed my cheek against my mother's deep triangle, slowly moving my head back and forth, letting her dark, soft
pubic hair rub against my skin. I couldn't resist wanting to lick my mother's vulva like in porn movies, so I gently licked
her clitoris, my tongue circling around it.

Strangely, my mother even had vaginal fluid flowing in her sleep, so while she was wet with it, I
reached out and carefully touched her labia majora and minora. It was a strange feeling—warm, soft, and slippery.

Gradually, her vaginal fluids soaked the sheets, and even I became so excited I wanted to ejaculate immediately.

I easily parted my mother's engorged labia, probing her plump vulva. My fingers moved upwards, touching
her sensitive clitoris, and finally, fully penetrating her, reaching her cervix. I circled the cervix with my fingertips
, and my sleeping mother's hips rose and fell gently with my hands in excitement.

So I climbed on top of her, supporting my weight with my left hand, and pulled out my rock-hard penis
, rubbing it against the slit of her vulva. Touching the thick pubic hair, my penis swelled even more;
when I touched my mother's honey-drenched vulva, it swelled to its maximum size. I felt so soft and slippery, I wanted to
thrust inside her immediately.

Suddenly, my mother moved, and I realized she seemed to be waking up, so I quickly slipped under the bed. My mother woke up.
When she came over, she seemed a little surprised, but thankfully she hadn't noticed my presence. My mother went out for a bit, and when she came back,
she was still muttering, "Why didn't this child take a nap today?" Little did she know I was under her bed,
masturbating while thinking about her beautiful vulva! (The End)

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