Mother

I. A Warm First Impression
This is a true story. It happened when I was sixteen. I was a high school sophomore.
My father was abroad for a long time, and my mother and I lived together in Taipei.
My mother graduated from a dance academy in France and returned to Taiwan to work as a ballet dancer. She was very popular and appeared on the cover 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 now 34 years old, but she is still very beautiful and radiant. Not long ago, something very interesting happened: One day, I was playing basketball on the high 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,
"That woman is probably under twenty years old, very beautiful, and looks just like you. She might be your older sister."
I thought for a moment and concluded it was my mother. I laughed uncontrollably and said to my classmate, "I don't have an older sister! It must be my mother!"
My classmate was shocked and argued, "No, no, that woman is at most twenty!"
I said, "My mother is over thirty! She just looks young, you can't tell."
It was indeed my mother. My mother was extremely beautiful, truly possessing a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers. She had bright, expressive eyes, pearly white teeth, delicate eyebrows, cherry lips, fair skin, and a graceful, elegant demeanor. She was slender, 165 cm tall, with measurements of 35-23-34. My mother was lively and warm-hearted. Although she was thirty-four, she looked no more than twenty.
That year, although I was only sixteen, my physique was as strong and robust as my father's, but my appearance was somewhat mature, making me look no less than twenty. Because I look so much like my mother, when we walk down the street, strangers often mistake us for siblings, some even believing we're 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, even frequently watching adult films. So, although I had never had any physical contact with women, I knew a great deal 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 observed women diligently every day, but I found that none of the women I saw could surpass my mother in beauty and charm.
I had always admired my mother since childhood, but from this point on, I gradually began to see her as the object of my sexual fantasies. I also began to secretly admire my mother's beautiful, delicate face, her slender yet voluptuous figure, and her fair, smooth skin. I especially loved her large, expressive, dark, naturally shy, and bright eyes, particularly when she was aroused, her long eyelashes fluttering up and down, extremely alluring. I find my mother's every smile and gesture incredibly captivating. I often imagine the color and shape of her body beneath her clothes… I long to see her naked one day.
However, my mother always dresses very conservatively; aside from her long, slender legs and delicate arms in the summer, nothing else is visible. Moreover, my mother has always been very dignified, virtuous, and elegant. Although she loves me very much, she has never flirted with me casually. Therefore, I have never had any improper thoughts about my mother.
My mother has many friends and often goes out at night for social events and celebrations. If my father is home, he accompanies her. Since my father went abroad, my mother has gone alone.
Because my mother is so beautiful and looks so young, she attracts a lot of attention and is often harassed and assaulted by hooligans and delinquents. Once, she was almost gang-raped by several thugs, but fortunately, a patrolling police officer discovered her and saved her from humiliation. From then on, I accompanied my mother every time she went out, and at dances, she only danced with me and never with other men. According to my mother, it was to avoid misunderstandings and trouble.
One day, I accompanied my mother to a friend's birthday dance party. My mother was dressed very beautifully, wearing an apricot-yellow sleeveless silk blouse, 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 stockings. Her eyebrows were lightly painted, her makeup was light, and her hair was styled in a high bun, making her look even more youthful and beautiful.
For more than two hours at the dance party, I danced with my mother the whole time. Quickstep, slow waltz, cheek dance, swaying... My mother and I were both very excited. My mother was, after all, a dancer, and when she danced, her figure was graceful, her steps light and nimble, and her movements were graceful and charming. My mother and I quickly became the center of attention at the dance party. Many times, others stopped dancing to watch us twirling and dancing in the hall, which made me feel extremely proud.
When my mother and I danced cheek dance, our bodies were pressed tightly together. I felt my mother's breasts against my chest, firm yet soft. My heart fluttered, and I unconsciously tightened my arms around her waist. Just then, Mom's head was resting on my shoulder, and I whispered in her ear, "Mom, don't we look like a couple in love?" Mom blushed, hugged my waist tightly, and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense!"
I said, "Mom loves me very much, and I love Mom very much too. Does that count as being in love?"
Mom chuckled, kissed me on the cheek, and said softly, "Mom loves you very much too, but our love is just that of a mother and son. Lovers' love is similar to the love between husband and wife. Mother-son love is simply a mutual understanding; while lovers' love, besides emotional fusion, also involves physical union. Do you understand?"
"Mom, do you have a lover?"

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") "No!" Mom smiled sweetly, her cheeks instantly turning red.
Her head slowly moved away from my shoulder, her gaze fixed on my eyes. Suddenly, she said softly,
"Zhizhi, you're so beautiful! I only ever saw you as a son, but when you mentioned lovers, I tried to look at you through that lens. I found you handsome, tall, and strong, gentle and understanding. Your eyes are bright and captivating, truly the ideal lover for any woman! If I weren't your mother, I might have actively pursued you and become your lover!"
I whispered, "Mom, let's be lovers! That way, Mom will have a husband and a lover, two men loving you—how wonderful!"
My mother blushed again, glanced at me, and said,
"How can a mother be her son's lover! You're the apple of my eye, the person I love most in the world, even more than your father." She kissed me on the cheek.
Just then, the lights at the ball suddenly dimmed, until it was almost pitch black.
"Mom, why did the lights suddenly go out?" I asked.
"This is a part of every ball, a dreamy moment arranged for lovers."
"What do lovers do then?"
Mom didn't answer immediately. She rested her head on my shoulder, pressing her face close to mine, and whispered with a coquettish laugh,
"Alright, then let you experience it! We can be ball lovers for five minutes! Don't think of me as your mother now, 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 warmth filled me; I also wanted to experience being with a lover, so I hugged Mom tightly around the waist. I felt Mom's breasts pressing hard against my chest. My hand, which had been on Mom's 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!" 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!" my mother hummed a few times. Then, she stuck out her tongue and licked my lips, then gently licked my teeth, tongue, and palate.
I had never been in contact with a woman before, let alone kissed, so everything was new. So, I also stuck my tongue into my mother's mouth and rummaged around with it.
My mother made a soft "Mmm," pushed me away, and whispered, "Don't just rummage around like that, be gentle, a little lighter. Feel the movements of my tongue in your mouth. That's what makes it romantic!" She then stuck out her little tongue and performed in my mouth for a while.
I was a very clever child, so I learned quickly. I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck and kissed her passionately, our tongues entwining in and out of our mouths.
My mother was very emotional; one of her hands stroked and kneaded my back, and even pinched my buttocks a few times. I couldn't help but gently stroke her back and round buttocks with one hand as well.
I heard my mother moan softly, seemingly enjoying herself. She hugged me tighter, her full breasts rubbing against mine.
Our bodies were pressed tightly together from head to toe, and my penis, which had somehow become erect, pressed against my mother's lower abdomen. She felt it too, and whispered, "What's so hard? It's making my stomach hurt!" As she spoke, she reached down and grasped my penis through my pants.
"Oh! So big and so hard! You little rascal, don't think like that!" She tried to move it away, but it bounced back as soon as she pushed it to the side. Helpless, my mother had no choice but to let it press against her. I felt her tiptoe, lowering her head to below her abdomen. Because she was landing on her tiptoes and was unsteady, her body pressed even closer to mine.
We embraced, kissed, our hands caressing each other, our bodies rubbing against each other…
The lights began to gradually brighten. My mother, panting softly, pushed me away and whispered, “Okay! Let’s not let anyone see, that’s enough!” We resumed our normal routine, dancing a slow waltz.
My mother’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes filled with shyness, making her look incredibly beautiful and captivating.
She smiled and whispered, “Zhizhi, did you experience what it’s like to be lovers?”
I said, “It was so cozy! Mom, shall we continue being lovers when we get back?”
“No!” my mother said coquettishly, “How can a son be a lover with his mother! I was just using the changing lights here to show you what lovers do at this time, just to add a little fun.”
After that experience, I realized that my image of my mother had completely changed. She was no longer just my mother, but a beautiful woman I loved dearly.
I stared intently at my mother, finding her so beautiful and captivating, so alluring and mesmerizing. Why hadn't I noticed her beauty before! I longed to embrace her tightly and kiss her passionately again. I even yearned to make love to her, to marry her!
Just as I was lost in these fantasies, my mother suddenly whispered in my ear, "Zhizhi, what are you thinking about? Why are you looking at me like that, like a little pervert? It's embarrassing!"
I said, "Mom, I wish you were my wife!"
"Nonsense!" My mother slapped my back. "Don't daydream!"
"Mom, I only realized how incredibly cute you are after we made love for a while!"
My mother ignored me, her face turning bright red as she turned her head away.
"Ah! Mom is absolutely gorgeous, a natural beauty, a masterpiece of God!" I continued to whisper my praise in her ear, and then quietly kissed her earlobe.
Mom trembled slightly, looked up at me shyly, then lowered her head, pressed her face against my chest, and whispered, "My dear child, please don't say anymore, it's making my heart pound! Let's keep dancing."
I noticed Mom was holding me even tighter, and I could clearly feel her two hardened nipples pressing against my chest.
Today, Mom's behavior was unlike her usual dignified and solemn self; she seemed exceptionally warm and charming, and easily embarrassed, blushing frequently, a blush so fresh and alluring. Especially when she looked at you with those shy eyes, oh my, it was absolutely mesmerizing! I really wanted to devour her whole!
II. Mutual Affection
After the dance, there was a cocktail party. Mom was particularly happy today and drank quite a bit of wine, even walking a little unsteadily. I had to drive her home. When
we got home, Mom, due to the alcohol, fell asleep in the car, and I couldn't wake her up no matter how much I called or shook her. So, I had to carry her out of the car and back to her room. I've never hugged anyone before, let alone my mother. She's quite tall, but because she's slender, she only weighs 52 kilograms, so she doesn't feel heavy at all when I hold her.
At this moment, my mother was completely asleep, her delicate body supple and boneless. I supported her with my hands around her waist and the back of her legs, her legs dangling down, her head tilted back, her snow-white neck stretched out long, and one arm hanging down as well.
After going upstairs, I placed my mother on the bed and took off her outer clothes and stockings. It turned out that my mother was only wearing a pink three-piece bikini under her coat and shirt. Because the bikini was semi-transparent, my mother's high breasts, deep cleavage, snow-white neck, flat stomach, and slender legs were all clearly visible. Especially her mons pubis and the faint pubic hair, which stirred my heart and made me almost unable to control myself. I kissed my mother's lips for a while, and then boldly kissed each of her three high bulges through her clothes, before covering her with a sheet and leaving.
Lying in bed, my emotions were still running high. My mother's snow-white skin and exquisite figure kept replaying in my mind. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman naked!
The next day was Sunday, and my mother didn't get up until ten o'clock.
Seeing her come out of her room, I called out, "Good morning, Mom!"
"Good morning, son!" my mother replied, then smiled and said, "I drank too much yesterday, I don't even remember how I got home! Zhizhi, did you help me back?" "
Mom was completely drunk and slept soundly in the car. When I got home, I tried calling and shaking you hard, but you wouldn't wake up. I carried you back to your room."
"Wow! I'm so sorry to have my son carry me! I'm so heavy, can you even lift me?" my mother said affectionately, putting her arm around my waist.
"Not at all, I lifted you up easily. See for yourself!" With that, I picked my mother up and carried her around the house, spinning her around.
"Ah! Put me down! You've made my head spin!" Mom cried out, struggling.
I gently put her down. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressed her face against my chest, and said breathlessly, "My son has grown up so much, he's so strong!"
"Mom, your body is so beautiful!" I said, beaming.
"What?" Mom looked up at me, puzzled.
"I saw you naked! So beautiful!" I said, a little carried away.
"When did you see it?" Mom's pretty face flushed slightly.
"Mom usually dresses very conservatively, so of course I can't see your body clearly. Last night, Mom drank too much. After I carried you back to the room, I took off your outer clothes and saw you wearing a three-point bikini. Mom's figure was slender and voluptuous, curvaceous and beautiful, with skin as white as snow. Ah, it was simply gorgeous!"
"Ah! So you took off my clothes! I thought I did it myself. I'm so confused. I usually don't wear underwear to bed, just pajamas. Then I thought I must have drunk too much yesterday. I don't even remember how I got home or how I got into my room. I guess I fell asleep before I could take off all my clothes and put on my pajamas!"
"I didn't know Mom's habits. Next time, I'll definitely take off all your clothes and put on your pajamas first before putting you to bed. That way, I can admire Mom's beauty...!"
"Zhizhi, you're not allowed to do that to Mom!" Mom said a little embarrassedly, coquettishly, "Zhizhi, you mustn't have any improper thoughts about Mom! Mom is Mom, you can't treat her like an ordinary woman!"
"But Mom's body is truly a masterpiece of God, a real beauty! Don't you know you're beautiful?"
"Of course I know! Do you need to tell me?" Mom was a little angry.
I stepped forward, put my arms around my mother's waist, and playfully said, "Please don't be angry, Mom. I misspoke earlier. Actually, Mom is an ugly duckling!"
My mother chuckled and slapped my cheek, saying, "You naughty boy!"
I continued to hug my mother's waist and said, "Mom, can we be lovers a little longer?"
"No!" my mother scolded coquettishly, pushing away my embrace with both hands. Of course, my mother wasn't as strong as me. I put one arm around my mother's slender neck and kissed her cherry lips.
"Stop! In broad daylight, be careful someone sees us!" my mother shouted.
"No, Mom, the door is locked. Anyone will ring the doorbell!" I said, continuing to kiss her.
She panicked and tried her best to push me away, shouting "No!" and swaying her head from side to side to avoid my kiss. Later, perhaps seeing that I was determined not to give up, or perhaps because she had no strength left, she stopped struggling and let me hold her and kiss her without moving.
Later, instead of resisting, Mom became more passionate, wrapping her arms around my waist and actively using her tongue to kiss me, her throat gradually emitting soft moans.
She only pushed me away when she was breathless from my kisses. She said shyly in a low voice,
"Okay! You've made me weak all over! You naughty boy, are you hungry? Go back to your study and do your homework, Mom's going to cook for you."
From that day on, I often asked to hug and kiss Mom. Thankfully, Mom no longer refused, letting me kiss her as I pleased.
I guessed 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. Moreover, I noticed that Mom was particularly engrossed in each kiss.
Sometimes, Mom would even initiate the hug and kiss.
I analyzed: Mom is, after all, a young woman in the prime of her youth, and she deeply desires intimacy and affection from the opposite sex. With Dad away from home for so long, Mom naturally experiences sexual frustration with nowhere to release it, which must be very painful. At first, when I wanted to be intimate with her, she was, of course, yearning deep down. This was evident from the time at the dance when she asked me to temporarily play the role of her lover—she was so passionate, proactive, and engaged. However, due to reason, she dared not do anything inappropriate 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 completely blank, leaving only the pleasure of contact with the opposite sex…
From then on, my mother no longer avoided me, sometimes even wearing very sexy clothes at home.
One day, the weather was particularly hot, and the air conditioner at home was broken. My mother and I were both unbearably hot. I was only wearing a pair of briefs, 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 was 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. There's no one else in the house, 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! But I've already seen you in a bikini! You still look the same!" I tried to persuade her further.
Mom thought for a moment and said, "That's true, you've already seen it. Okay then, I really can't stand the heat anymore." Saying that, she took off her coat, leaving only her pink bikini.
"Wow! Mom looks even prettier standing up in a bikini than lying down!" I couldn't help but exclaim.
"You little rascal! I'll spank you!" 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, saying, "No, it's so hot, I'm covered in sweat!"
Naturally, I couldn't bear to let her go, so I hugged her even tighter, kissing her face, lips, and neck passionately.
She gradually stopped struggling and let me kiss her. Later, I simply picked Mom up, walked to the sofa, sat her on my lap, and continued kissing her.
This time, we were lovers for two hours. When we separated, we were both drenched in sweat. Mom, panting, got off my lap, pinched my ear, and said sweetly,
"You little rascal, you've made my whole body feel weak!"
While Mom went to shower, I noticed a puddle on my leg. I initially thought it was Mom's sweat, but when I touched it, it felt sticky and didn't seem like sweat. Then it dawned on me: Mom must have been aroused during our intimacy, secreting vaginal lubrication. This was something I learned from books.
Since that experience, Mom often wore only a bikini at home, no longer avoiding me. That's how women are. Once they've revealed a secret part of their body to a man (whether forced or unwillingly), they won't be so reserved next time. Deep down, they probably think: "I've already revealed it to him." I think this is probably related to women's desire to show their beauty to men.
Once, my mother published a book on dance theory. It was beautifully printed, with 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 charming old photos. She introduced each one, and I was full of praise for every single one. Hearing my praise, my mother was especially excited, hugging me and kissing me passionately and eagerly.
Infected by my mother's passion, I returned the favor, kissing her cherry lips, cheeks, earlobes, and delicate neck wildly… Under my fervent kisses, my mother closed her eyes and nestled in my arms, her body limp and boneless, emitting soft moans, as if intoxicated.
That day, for the first time, I secretly caressed my mother's body through her clothes, kneading her firm breasts and round, firm buttocks, one hand gradually slipping under her skirt from her calf to her thigh. My mother seemed completely unaware, offering no resistance whatsoever. She became unusually excited when I pinched her nipples, arching her chest and twisting her waist, crying out "Oh! Oh!" and trembling as she moaned,
"Oh!... You're pinching me so hard!... You're such a naughty child... I've loved playing with Mommy's nipples since I was a baby... Ah... It's so tingly and numb... It feels completely different from when you touched me as a child... Ah..."
"Mommy, does it feel good when I pinch you like this?"
"Oh! It feels good... but it also hurts... It's an indescribable feeling... You... stop... If you keep doing this... I... can't take it anymore..."
At that moment, my hand, which was wandering on Mommy's thigh, felt something strange: it seemed like some sticky liquid was flowing out from the edge of her panties. I really wanted to put my fingers inside her panties to touch Mommy'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, eyes closed, and gradually fell asleep, her rosy face beautiful.
I deduced that she was completely immersed in the joy of success, reason had no place in her mind; and my caresses had actually fueled her excitement. Therefore, she had no defenses against my advances.
It was already dark, so I picked up the remote control from the sofa and turned on the living room lights. My mother was still in my arms, sleeping so soundly. I quietly lifted her skirt to peek under it. I saw that she was wearing a small, pink thong, her mons pubis high and round like a small bun, with a few pale yellow pubic hairs peeking out from the edge. The bottom of the thong was already soaked. I really wanted to remove that small piece of fabric to see what was really there, but I didn't have the courage. I could only place my palm on that bulge and caress it for a while.
My stomach was growling loudly, so I patted my mother's cheek and whispered,
"Mommy, Mommy, wake up!"
My mother opened her beautiful eyes slightly and asked in a sweet voice, "What's wrong? Did I fall asleep?"
"You've been asleep for an hour. My little sweetheart! I'm hungry, I should go cook!"
My mother glared at me and said coquettishly, "Get lost! Who's your little sweetheart!" Saying that, she struggled out of my arms and got off to cook. But after standing up and taking a few steps, I heard her cry out, "Ouch!" and she touched her genitals through her skirt.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.
"Why are you asking me! It's all your fault, you little rascal! You've made me all wet!"
"Mommy, I didn't spill any water on you! Let me see!" I pretended not to know and moved closer.
"Get away! You don't even know this, and you want to be my sweetheart!" 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 some sex knowledge: When a woman's sexual desire is aroused, her vagina will secrete a lot of fluid, called vaginal fluid or love juice. Do you understand?"
"Mom, what's the use of secreting love juice?" 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 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?"
Mom 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. Even with all my self-control, I couldn't resist your teasing! Do you think I wouldn't be overflowing with desire?"
I was speechless at Mom's bluntness. So Mom 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 and then cook."
Afterwards, I regretted it a little: if I had continued to try to take off her clothes when Mom's passion reached its peak that afternoon, she probably wouldn't have objected. If that were the case, I could admire her genitals and breasts.
Alas! What a pity! I let
such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by! I long for another chance like this!
III. Tasting the Forbidden Fruit
My relationship with my mother grew closer and closer. One evening, we were taking a walk in the back garden and sat down to rest on a stone bench. After a while, my mother said the bench was cold and hard, and stood up.
I said, "Mom, sit on my lap, it's warm and soft!"
She smiled slightly, then sat across my lap, one arm gently around my neck, nestled in my arms.
We embraced and kissed, gently caressing each other's bodies. One of my hands pressed against her breasts, kneading them. She closed her eyes and moaned with ecstasy.
I said, "It's so nice to be your lover, Mom!"
"Who's your lover?" My mother opened her eyes slightly and said coquettishly, "Aren't we completely lovers like this?"
"We hug and kiss every day, don't we count as lovers?" I asked, puzzled.
"These are just the prelude to lovers. If they are lovers, they will sleep in the same bed and share a blanket like husband and wife..."
"But I've shared a blanket with Mom since I was little, which means I've been Mom's lover since I was little!"
"No!" Mom gently stroked my face and said, "How can that be lovers! You know, lovers also have sexual relations..."
"Mom, what is sexual intercourse?"
"Well... how do you explain it... Anyway, sexual intercourse is when men and women have sex!"
Just then, a sharp bird cry came, and two small birds flew from one tree to another, their bodies joined together.
Mom pointed to the pair of birds and said to me, "Look, those two birds are having sex!"
I pretended to be confused and said, "Oh, I get it. The male climbs on the female's back, that's sex."
Mom chuckled and said, "Silly child! Just climbing on doesn't necessarily mean sex. The key to sex is that the male's penis has to be inserted into the female's. Do you understand?"
"Mom, what does a woman's penis look like?"
"It's the opposite of a man's, it's a hole, a deep hole, big enough to hold a man's penis..."
"How thick and deep is it?"
"About one centimeter in diameter and about ten centimeters deep."
"Oh dear, Mom, when my penis is erect, it's about four centimeters in diameter and at least twenty centimeters long! Does that mean it can't fit into a woman's penis?" "
Are you that big?" Mom's beautiful eyes widened as she looked at me, asking in surprise.
I nodded.
"But it doesn't matter. Because a woman's genitals are made of flesh, they have great elasticity! A thick and long genital will make a woman enjoy it even more!"
I continued to rub her breasts and asked, "Mom, can I see your genitals? I've never seen a woman's genitals before, I really want to see them!"
Mom blushed and shook her head, saying, "No! A woman's two most private parts cannot be shown to just anyone: her breasts and her vagina."
"Mom, you allow me to touch your breasts, why not your vagina?"
"That's different, because you are my son, you grew up drinking my milk, my breasts have been touched by you countless times, so I'm no longer keeping them closed to you. As for the vagina, it can only be seen by the husband. You are not my husband, nor my true lover, so of course I can't let you see it!" "
What a pity! Mom, then can we be true lovers?"
"Absolutely not! Sexual intercourse with someone other than your husband is illegal adultery, and adultery between mother and son is even more forbidden! That violates ethics and is incest!"
"Oh dear! If only Mom hadn't married Dad back then, I could have proposed to you!"
Upon hearing this, Mom buried her face in my arms and burst into laughter, laughing so hard that she was doubled over and tears streamed down her face. She said,
"What a lovely child... If I hadn't married your father back then, you wouldn't exist!"
I knew I had said something stupid, and my face turned bright red.
"Alright, alright! Look at you, so shy, so cute! Your laughter has drained all my energy. It's getting dark, we should go home. You're so energetic, then carry me home!"
I gently picked up my mother and carried her through the long, tree-lined path towards home. On the way, my mother hugged my neck, kissing me as we walked. I carried her to her bed before saying goodbye and returning to my room.
...
I still longed for another chance to see a woman's naked body and the structure of her genitals.
Heaven rewards the persistent; my wish finally came true, and I obtained something I never dared to dream of.
One night, I suddenly needed to go to the toilet. Passing by my mother's room, I heard strange noises coming from inside. I secretly pushed open her door; it wasn't locked. I saw my mother lying naked on the bed, one hand clutching her breast, the other constantly stroking her vulva, tossing and turning on the bed as if in great pain. I knew my mother was masturbating.
I saw that her labia were pink, opening and closing. After a while, my mother's cries grew louder, her body convulsed more violently, her waist arched upwards like a bow, and her hand, which was clutching her breast, reached upwards as if beckoning me.
I was startled, thinking, "Oh no, Mom saw me." But upon closer inspection, I calmed down, certain she wasn't beckoning. Her eyes remained tightly closed, and her increasingly loud moans drowned out my footsteps, so she had no idea I was there.
Seeing my mother's ecstatic state, I knew she was close to climax; the sheets were soaked. I thought, perhaps because my father was away for so long, my mother couldn't bear the loneliness and was masturbating for pleasure.
Suddenly, my mother screamed, "Ah!" and her body trembled uncontrollably as if electrocuted. I saw gushes of fluid gushing from her vagina.
Wow! I had never seen a woman have sex or masturbate before; it seemed to be incredibly painful! Why would my mother put herself through this? I truly didn't understand. But I immediately remembered the description in the book: when a woman's sexual organs are intensely stimulated and she reaches orgasm, her whole body tenses up, then convulses, and her mind reaches the peak of excitement, resulting in a blankness, displaying an expression of ecstasy and intoxication. On the surface, it seems painful, but in reality, it is extreme pleasure. Because of this, after experiencing this wonderful feeling for the first time, a woman still desires to continue receiving a man's caresses; if she cannot get one, she will masturbate like a man for pleasure.
Thinking about this, my penis unconsciously hardened, my whole body felt hot, and my sexual desire was surging like a tide, with an urge to make love.
Because it was a hot day, I was only wearing underwear. I took off my underwear, and like my mother, I was completely naked.
At this moment, I suddenly longed to get closer to observe my mother's naked body. This was a long-cherished wish. So, I bent over, crouched forward, and quietly came to the foot of the bed. My mother, because of her recent orgasm, lay limp on the bed, her two long, slender legs and arms spread wide, forming a starfish shape.
I quietly observed this captivating sight: my mother's genitals were still dripping with vaginal fluid, and I saw her pink clitoris and tightly closed, rosy labia. My gaze traveled upwards past her flat stomach. Ah! My mother's breasts, nestled on her soft bosom, were so beautiful, firm and round, like two large white steamed buns, with pink areolas and bright red nipples. Looking further up, her beautiful eyes were closed, her long, black hair was disheveled and draped over her snow-white shoulders and pink pillow, her pretty face was like a peach blossom, her cherry lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing evenly…
My mother was asleep.
I thoroughly admired this exquisite beauty. From head to toe, and from toe to head, I looked again and again. This delicate body was curvaceous and exquisite, with incredibly beautiful, flowing lines… Ah, this beauty was truly God's masterpiece!
I was completely mesmerized!
I couldn't resist! I quietly climbed onto the bed, kissed her cherry lips, and then gently caressed her two firm breasts with both hands. My mother's breathing remained unchanged; she seemed to be in a deep sleep.
I boldly parted her beautiful labia with my fingers and saw a small fleshy ball above her labia minora. I determined this to be her clitoris and gently touched it with my finger. My mother's body jerked violently, she groaned, and then returned to calm.
She was still fast asleep. Carefully, I supported myself on my arms, knelt between my mother's legs, and slowly climbed onto her. When my hands were under her armpits, my thick, long penis was aimed at her vaginal opening. I really wanted to penetrate her, but I didn't dare. I wanted to kiss her, so I braced myself on my elbows, embraced my mother, and kissed her. My mother's two firm nipples pressed against my chest, and I involuntarily rubbed them with my chest.
After about five minutes, perhaps my movements were too vigorous, my mother woke up, opening her sleepy, beautiful eyes. My mother screamed in fright at my actions, staring blankly at me.
"Zhizhi, what are you doing?" she cried
. Terrified, I was already in a bind. With a determined look, I shouted,
"Mom, I love you!" With that, I thrust my eight-inch erect penis into her vagina, ramming into her cervix. Because her vagina was still wet, my penis slid in smoothly.
"Ah!" my mother screamed, her body arching backward. "No! Don't!"
I excitedly thrust in and out, my mother's body rocking like a small boat under my violent impact.
"Ah!...Stop...Oh!...No...You can't do this...This is...This is incest..."
Hearing the word "incest" only fueled my excitement. I thrust even harder, saying, "Mom...Please forgive me...Ah, I can't take it..."
My mother's vagina gripped me tightly, just like a virgin's (I knew from books that a virgin's vagina is very tight).
Ah, Mom's vagina was not only tight, but also warm and soft, making thrusting feel so good.
"Son... ah!... please stop... oh... we can't do this... oh my god... I'm coming..." I felt her legs stretch upwards, then tighten around my waist.
I felt my mother's vagina contract, squeezing my penis so tightly it felt like it would break... a stream of hot fluid felt so good on my glans. I couldn't help but thrust in hard...
"Oh!" my mother cried out, her body convulsing, her arms tightly wrapped around me, kissing me passionately and frantically. After about a minute, her limbs relaxed, and she stopped moving. I knew she had another orgasm. I
paused for a moment and then pulled my penis out. I squatted beside her, admiring my mother's beautiful figure after her orgasm. I saw the spring of fluid gushing from my mother's vagina flowing down her buttocks and onto the sheets.
My mother's body was trembling, and she turned to her side, crawling face down on the bed.
My hands caressed her body.
"No...please...don't do this..." she murmured softly, crawling on her knees towards the edge of the bed, trying to escape.
I hugged her from behind.
"Zhizhi, you can't...no more...ouch..."
"Mom, I love you, you're mine, I want to have you!"
"I'm your mother...I can't be with you...mother and son can't commit adultery!"
But I didn't care. I grabbed my mother's slender waist with both hands, lifting her buttocks so she was kneeling on the bed. Ah, my mother's back was even more sexy and alluring: her snow-white, round buttocks were incredibly elastic, and her tender red labia were fully exposed to my eyes from between her slightly parted buttocks.
With curiosity and delight, I carefully admired and studied my mother's genitals. I used two thumbs to separate her labia majora and my middle finger to tease her labia minora. I saw that little pink fleshy ball at the mons pubis again—ah! My mother's clitoris was so beautiful! The book said that this was the most sensitive area for a woman. So, I extended a finger and gently touched it.
"Ouch!" My mother cried out, her body arching upwards, trembling violently:
"No...no! Zhizhi...Mommy...stop...you can't do this..."
I continued to caress her sensitive clitoris, and my mother's body trembled even more violently, writhing like a white snake, her cries growing louder and louder.
Seeing my mother's strong reaction to my touch, a surge of heroic pride welled up within me, and my emotions became even more excited.
I held my penis and thrust in forcefully, "plop!" deeply penetrating my mother's body.
"Oh!" My mother gasped softly, her body trembling again.
"...Oh...Mommy...my darling...your vagina is so wonderful! I want to stay with you forever." I shouted excitedly as I thrust in and out in the "doggy style" position.
My mother's vagina contracted repeatedly, and she groaned loudly. I thrust violently hundreds of times, and my mother stopped resisting, instead moving her hips in sync with my movements.
"Mommy...are you enjoying it?" I asked as I thrust.
"Yes!" she cried, "...Oh...son...ah...good man..."
"Mommy...want more?"
"Yes...Zhizhi...fuck me...oh...Mommy's giving you everything...you're making me feel...all numb...ah..."
I felt my mother's vagina like a suction cup, sucking hard on my penis.
"...ah...harder...oh...oh...son...ah...I'm coming again!...God...faster! Zhizhi...harder..."
My thrusts became even faster. My mother's delicate body swayed back and forth under my impact.
"Ah!" My mother screamed again, her body trembling uncontrollably, and she collapsed onto the bed.
I knew she had reached her third climax.
I turned my mother's body towards me. We embraced tightly, our tongues intertwining...
I whispered between kisses, "My little love, were you comfortable?"
She didn't answer, her beautiful eyes closed, she nodded gently, letting me caress and kiss her.
IV. Mother-Son Pleasure
After a while, my penis was erect again, eager to display its power. I gently stroked my mother's firm breasts and pulled one of her hands to my penis. As soon as
her hand touched my penis, she let out an "Oh," and gripped it tightly, stroking it up and down.
I whispered in her ear, "My darling, was that exciting?"
She looked at me shyly, and after a long while, whispered, "Exciting!" Then she closed her eyes again.
"My sweetheart, do you want more?" I continued to ask.
She slightly opened her beautiful eyes, looking at me with a soft, alluring gaze, her expressive eyes filled with shyness and approval. Then she smiled shyly, nodded gently, and closed her eyes again.
"Little darling, tell me, do you still want it?" I wanted my mother to tell me herself that she wanted it.
She opened her beautiful eyes, propped herself up with her hands, looked at me shyly, and said weakly,
"You little rascal!...It's already like this...I'm already yours...and you still ask!" My mother kissed my lips softly, resting her head on my chest.
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"Oh!" my mother cried out, her mouth half-open, trembling.") Then, she threw herself into my arms and said,
"Darling, I want it...give it to me...I can't hold back anymore...hurry! Fuck me!"
"My little sweetheart! So good!" I praised, laying my mother's delicate body flat, spreading her legs, climbing on top of her, and my hard penis once again entered her tender cave.
I held her neck with one hand and squeezed her breasts with the other, kissing and thrusting at the same time.
My mother's snow-white body undulated with my thrusts, and gradually she began to moan softly, then a soft, warbling sound emanated from her throat, followed by incoherent cries:
"...Ah...I...baby...son...Mom...oh...ah...harder...Mom feels so good...harder...fuck me to death...
" "Mom, why are you still calling me son? You're mine now!..." I said as I fucked her, "Why don't you call me...good husband..."
"I'm your mother...how can I...faster...ah...I'm coming again..."
I thrust even harder...
"You really are...good husband...harder..."
My mother sometimes called me son, sometimes my name, and still called me her good husband. It seemed she was completely infatuated, drunk and delirious, she couldn't distinguish who I was to her anymore, completely immersed in the blissful pleasure of lovemaking.
She continued to moan, "...I...good...Mom...so good...faster...I'm coming again...ah...faster, son, hurry...dear daddy...ooh...I'm done..."
Mom's fourth orgasm seemed even more intense. She clung to me tightly, her nails scratching my back, her vagina unusually tight.
When her orgasm subsided, she lay limp on the bed like a drowsy person, her body as soft as a pile of mud, letting me manipulate and caress her.
Seeing Mom's pitiful state under my efforts, I felt a nameless sense of pride and heroism. I hadn't ejaculated yet; my penis was still erect inside her. I kissed her, my lower body moving slightly.
"Zhizhi...I need to...pee...go to the toilet..." Mom's beautiful eyes were closed, and she murmured softly, her voice gradually becoming more intermittent. But I understood: Mom needed to pee!
I got off her, trying to help her sit up. But she swayed and collapsed back onto the bed.
Ah! Poor Mom, she had no strength left.
What to do? Mom needed to pee urgently!
On a whim, I picked her up. Her body lay limply across my arms, limbs and head drooping as if she were numb.
In the bathroom, I placed her on the toilet; her eyes were closed, and she swayed from side to side. I quickly supported her, letting her nestle in my arms.
Once the urinating stopped, I carried her back to the bedroom and put her on the bed. She was a little more awake then, slightly opening her eyes, looking at me, and whispering, "Ah Zhi…you…"
I lay down beside her again, holding her close, letting her head rest on my arm, and said, "Mommy, is something wrong?"
She gently shook her head and closed her eyes again.
I kissed her, stroked her, and softly asked, "Mommy, are you tired?"
She slightly opened her eyes again, looked at me, and shook her head.
"Mommy, you're so beautiful!" I whispered, one hand still on her breast.
"Ah Zhi, you're so energetic... I've had five orgasms... I don't even have the strength to speak... Are you tired?" Mom gently stroked my face and whispered to me.
"Mom, I'm not tired at all, I haven't ejaculated yet. Feel it!" I took one of her hands and placed it on my erect penis.
Mom squeezed it tightly, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and shyness: "Ah! It's so big!"
Her jade hand moved around on my penis, occasionally stroking the glans with her soft, smooth fingers, it felt very good.
"Mommy, I want to play a little longer, okay?"
"No! No more!" Her voice was low but firm.
"Mom, but, it feels so uncomfortable here!" My penis thrust harder in her hand.
"Good son, don't do it again! What if you excrete inside me and get me pregnant!" Mom said with worried eyes. "How about this, I'll help you release." Saying this, she sat up, climbed on top of me, and stuck out her tender red tongue to lick my glans. Then she opened her mouth and swallowed my thick, long penis completely.
I saw that Mom's cherry-like mouth was stretched so wide it looked like it was about to tear. I felt sorry for her and pulled my penis out of her mouth with a strong force. I cried out, "Mom, don't do this. It's painful for you, and it's uncomfortable for me too."
"Zhizhi, your thing is too big. My mouth really can't hold it!" Mom said sullenly, then lay down again helplessly, not speaking or moving, just quietly watching me.
I said, "Mom, let me play one more time."
She looked at me shyly, neither objecting nor agreeing, and just closed her eyes.
I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, thinking that this would allow me to penetrate deeper.
My mother's body began to rise and fall with my thrusts, and gradually, intermittent moans escaped her throat. Then, her body began to writhe, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her head swaying from side to side, as if she could not bear it any longer. About twenty minutes later, my mother began to shout loudly:
"...Son...you've pierced my uterus...oh...oh...Mom's going to heaven...ah...you...how...so strong..."
"Ah...Mommy...you're so tight...Mom, I'm going to cum too!"
"Ah...no, son...ah, today is...the fertile period...ah! Pull it out quickly...we can't have a child...ah..."
But my mother clung to me almost frantically, her uterus sucking so hard that I couldn't pull out at all.
"Son...don't cum inside...oh...I'm going to come..." she cried.
"Mom, you're so tight...your uterus is holding on...I can't pull out..." I said, while continuing to thrust violently, faster and faster, with increasing force.
"Son...I...I can't control myself...ah...harder...please don't stop..."
"Mom...what should I do..." I thrust in and out forcefully.
"Son...oh my god...ah..." My mother's vagina sucked my penis violently once again. Oh, a hot current soaked my jade pillar...making me unable to hold back from ejaculating.
"...Mom...I can't hold back anymore...ah..." My body trembled repeatedly. I finally ejaculated completely into my mother's uterus, my body went limp, and I climbed on top of my mother.
"Ah!" My mother cried out, reaching orgasm at the same time! I saw her body trembling, her two jade arms tightly hugging me, her vagina rhythmically twitching a dozen times. Then, her hands loosened, and she collapsed limply onto the bed, her beautiful eyes tightly closed.
We were both very tired, and we slept in each other's arms for four hours. When I woke up, Mom was probably already awake. I was still holding her in my arms. Seeing that I was awake, she stroked my face and said,
"Zhizhi, you're awake!"
"Mom, were you awake earlier?"
"I was awake a long time ago, but I didn't dare move so as not to wake you."
"Mom, I love you so much!" I said excitedly, kissing her lips at the same time.
She pushed me away and said, "Zhizhi, we're so foolish."
"Mom, is it comfortable to make love with me?" I asked, stroking her breasts.
"Of course it's comfortable!" she answered excitedly.
"Then why do you say we're foolish?" I asked.
"We're mother and son, we can't make love!"
"Mom, men and women have feelings and desires, and achieving physical and mental pleasure through intercourse is such a wonderful thing! Mother and son are also men and women of flesh and blood, with feelings and desires between them, so why can't we make love?" I asked righteously.
"Maybe it's because they're afraid that inbreeding might produce deformed offspring," Mom murmured.
"Then we don't have to have offspring! Think about it, the biggest difference between animal mating and human intercourse is that humans have emotions. Only when the feelings between a man and a woman reach a passionate stage will they make love; and the most sincere love in the world is the love between a mother and child. If we break the ancient rules and do as we please, then the enjoyment we get from mother-child intercourse will surely be the most wonderful! Mom, did you enjoy it when we made love just now?"
"I've never had such great enjoyment before..." A strange light shone in her eyes.
I asked, "Mom, did you ever experience such great enjoyment when you made love with Dad?"
She gently shook her head: "Your father isn't as capable as you, and he's very selfish, only caring about his own release, never caring whether I'm satisfied. Every time we're intimate, he always finishes hastily in a few minutes, leaving me feeling half-dead... Sigh, don't mention him..." Her eyes were filled with sorrow.
"Ah, poor Mom. Mommy, do you love me?"
"Son, Mommy loves you so much!" She was very excited, hugging me tightly and pressing her face against my chest.
"Mom, did what I said earlier make sense?" I asked her, seizing the opportunity.
"I was so moved by your analysis, and I completely agree. You've removed my psychological barrier. Darling, I'm completely yours now! My little darling, I'm yours!" Mom's eyes were filled with passion as she spoke.
Then, she added softly, "But, you mustn't let your father or anyone else know about this. Otherwise, it will be very difficult for us!"
"Ah! Mom is so understanding and considerate! From now on, I'll make love to you every day and give you pleasure, so you won't have to masturbate." My hand reached down again, and a finger slipped into her vagina. I felt her hand grasp my now-erect penis.
"Zhizhi, I never thought Mom would really become your lover!"
"How wonderful! Mom! Don't you want that?"
"Yes! I'm so happy!" Mom answered readily.
"Mom, do you know, I've been in love with you for a long time! I've observed many women, but none can compare to you. You're my dream girl! Have you ever thought about making love with me before?" I asked, kissing her affectionately.
"No, not before, but I've thought about it later!" Mom said softly, a little embarrassed.
"When?"
"At the ball that day! Your charm really captivated me. I thought to myself, if only Zhizhi could be my lover! In a moment of impulse, I couldn't help but take advantage of the dim lighting to hug and kiss you. After that, I often thought about you, and every time I saw you, my heart was filled with passion. Several times, I even dreamed of making love with you. You really have become my dream girl! I never thought my dream would come true! Ah! Zhizhi, my precious son, my little lover! I'm so happy!"
"Impulsively," the mother said, her hand quickening its stroking motion. Then, she lowered her head, opened her cherry-like mouth, and took the enormous glans into her mouth.

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