[Forwarded] My lustful mother

This post was last edited by Snowflakes Falling on 2020-3-20 15:51.

One of my personal treasures, please enjoy (^-^)

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My home is in a small town in the north. Calling it a town is a bit of a stretch; it's really just a residential area bisected by a decent provincial highway. Behind the densely packed two-story houses on both sides are endless rice paddies, so the livelihoods of the townspeople, besides working away from home, are still traditional farming.

Although I left there ten years ago, my name is still widely known in the town, because I am the town's shame. I have only ever had one woman, my mother. My sex life is also very simple; for so many years, I have only had sex with my biological mother. My incestuous relationship with my mother is a perpetual topic of conversation among the townspeople, a topic that will perhaps never fade away.

I was seventeen years old then. I was a good student; the teachers in town all said I could get into university. Having studied so much, I didn't look like a typical farm boy at all; I was as thin as a bean sprout! To others, my family was like any other ordinary family in town—well-fed, living a slow-paced, comfortable life. But in my childhood memories, home was terrifying and cold.

My father was the town's clerk, always with slicked-back hair and wearing inexpensive suits, giving him a somewhat city-manly air. He was involved in meetings, reading newspapers, and inspections, and held a small amount of power in town.

But to me as a child, my father was like a demon, because he would often beat my mother for no reason at night. During the day, he was kind and even considerate to her, but at night he would become a different person. Once, twice, three times, I finally realized that my father was ill; he was sick.

My mother and I were very close from childhood. She was an extremely gentle woman who loved and protected me. Because of my father's violence, my mother and I weakly avoided him, clinging to each other, desperately shutting ourselves off. Perhaps it was this strong dependence that, over the years, gradually evolved from the depths of our hearts into a deep-seated, inseparable bond, leading my mother and me down a path of moral depravity from which there was no return.

I remember that night, my father was violent again in the middle of the night, and my mother was crying and running up to my attic. I pulled away the ladder, and my father screamed and pounded on it from below, but he couldn't get up. Normally

, this would have been a very ordinary night for our family. My mother and I would squeeze onto my small attic bed, which was so cramped we could barely stand up straight, and we would cry in each other's arms until we were exhausted and fell asleep. But that night was different. My father had probably just been intimate with my mother and then became violent again. My mother had run up there naked, her body still damp

. That night, I didn't feel any of the usual pain. Instead, an inexplicable heat was swelling within me. My mother's two full, snow-white breasts almost filled my entire field of vision.

Even without the fabric to set them off, these two high mounds of flesh hardly sagged! The crystal-clear, snow-white orbs had perfectly rounded curves, looking like ripe peaches—firm, full, and overflowing with juicy sweetness, making one want to take a bite!

Two delicate nipples, not very large, but tender and protruding, like plump little cherries, adorned the round, snow-white breasts, creating an extremely provocative and sexy scene... I

almost desperately tried to suppress myself for a long time, but finally I felt the room getting hotter and hotter, so hot that I lost control. I closed my eyes, and my hands, like wild horses, trembled wildly as I covered my mother's protruding breasts. My mother's two breasts were unusually full, smooth and lustrous like thin-skinned, thick-fleshed fruits. That heavy elasticity brought an unprecedented stimulating sensation, making my blood boil and I act recklessly.

My lips trembled as I captured my mother's warm lips, my hands kneading her round, firm breasts. I went wild, my penis uncontrollably erect, pressing against her warm, smooth thighs. My mother didn't resist or cry out; at first, she simply gripped my back tightly. Gradually, her body began to writhe, and soft moans escaped her lips…

In an instant, the attic transformed into a sauna. My mother and I entwined passionately on the bed, caressing and kissing each other. Her fragrant breath brushed against my chest, her smooth legs rubbing against my genitals. Finally, we made love.

I never imagined my first sexual experience would be with my own mother. That night, I ejaculated for the first time, but in my impatient movements, at the very moment of ejaculation, my penis slipped out of my mother's vagina, a large glob of semen shooting onto her plump thighs and the sheets.

My first time was only with my mother. Because when my mother and I had just finished making love, before we were both even fully recovered from the incestuous daze, my grandmother, as usual, got up and called my mother downstairs. Whenever my parents argued, my grandmother always acted as a peacemaker. My face was burning hot, and I looked helplessly at my mother. She hurriedly pulled a sheet over herself and rushed downstairs.

Many years later, my mother told me that after returning to the big bed, my father suddenly became sexually aroused and wanted to have sex again. My mother desperately resisted, covering herself tightly because she was afraid my father would touch her lower body, which was covered in my sticky bodily fluids.

After that, I developed a deep hatred for the night, because my father usually slept with my mother every night. The heart-wrenching feeling of watching helplessly was beyond description! In fact, my heart was breaking, and I was driven almost mad with jealousy. For a while afterward, I didn't have sex with my mother again.

When I saw my mother, I felt a mixture of longing and shame, and my mother would always awkwardly avoid me when she saw me. But from that day on, I began to silently share the housework with my mother. Sometimes, seeing the worry and heartache in her eyes, I felt that everything I did was worthwhile.

I also tried to be close to my mother again, hugging her when no one was around. At first, she would blush and run away as soon as I touched her. Gradually, she would only struggle a little and let me hug her for a while. After a while, she would even let me touch her under her clothes. Sometimes, when she was excited, I could put my hand inside her clothes. Her lower abdomen was very smooth and soft, and I wanted to see it, but she wouldn't allow it. Not long after,

I fell off a mountain. The fall happened a month before the college entrance examination. I was going to collect firewood for the family. Originally, this was something my mother did, but now I would always go directly into the mountains to collect firewood after school. My mother had tried to stop me many times with her anxious eyes, but I still persisted.

That day, it was raining heavily, and the firewood I was carrying was too much and too heavy. I don't know how far I walked or how much time passed before I got lost. I felt a sudden blur, as if I had walked into a pitch-black, endless tunnel.

I kept walking, but I couldn't find the exit. I was terrified. In my panic, I suddenly vaguely heard my mother calling me, and I desperately walked towards the direction of the sound. Finally, I saw a glimmer of light, and I walked even faster.

The surroundings grew brighter, there was a white expanse, and a blurry yet very familiar figure. The figure became clearer, and I heard my mother's joyful voice, as if in a dream: "Xiaofeng... Xiaofeng... Thank God... you're awake!"

I finally saw clearly. Above me was the ceiling of my attic, and my mother was wiping away tears of joy, holding my hand tightly. Her face was so haggard, her eyes bloodshot, and a crowd of people surrounded me.

Looking at my mother's haggard face, I couldn't remember what had happened. I looked at my mother in confusion. Suddenly, my head felt like it was about to explode. I closed my eyes, and everything seemed so unreal, I didn't know if it was real or not. I drifted off to sleep again.

When I woke up again, it was noon three days later. I lay there quietly, having figured everything out. I heard a commotion downstairs, knowing that my family had just finished lunch.

A little while later, my mother creaked up to the attic to feed me and talk to me. After the accident, my mother no longer avoided me; she always stayed by my side, talking to me, changing my bandages, and feeding me.

My mother was much thinner than before, appearing even more frail. Her cheeks were flushed, and her body trembled slightly. I guessed that she had been taking care of me like this for the past few days, and an uncontrollable impulse quietly welled up inside me.

"Mother, I... I'm all better now, it's alright." My mind went blank as I looked at my mother, unsure of what to say.

"Oh!" My mother's body trembled slightly, and her face flushed instantly. "Silly child, from now on, Mother won't allow you to do so many things anymore. Mother will do them." Looking at my mother's beauty, I felt it was all worthwhile. A wave of warmth rose from my heart, and I mustered my courage to embrace my mother.

"Mother... I... I'll do it... I'll do it... so Mother won't be... tired!" My mother twisted her body, her face still flushed, but she still buried her face in my arms.

I whispered firmly in her ear, "Mother, I...I...as long as you're happy. I...I want to live with you!"

My mother looked up at me, her face flushed with embarrassment, and after a long pause, she said, "Xiaofeng, there are many good women in this world. When we meet another one, I'll sell the house and land to marry her for you."

I quickly covered my mother's mouth with my hand, "Mother, even if she's an angel, I don't want her. I just want to live with you for the rest of my life! Mother...I...I want you!"

"Xiao..." I couldn't wait for my mother to finish speaking. I lifted her chin, boldly lowered my head, and kissed her tender red lips.

My mother was extremely embarrassed and awkwardly pushed me away, "Your father...and grandmother...are both here!" I couldn't care less. I held her tightly in my arms, my erect penis pressed against her soft belly, arousing the surging desire between us.

My mother's tightly closed teeth were finally gently opened by me, and my tongue slipped inside, intertwining with hers, absorbing the sweet fragrance. My hand stealthily touched my mother's breasts, gently caressing her soft nipples and teasing her slightly erect, rosy tips.

Soon, my mother responded; her delicate tongue no longer shyly avoided my passion, and her hands actively climbed onto my body, pressing her soft, fragrant body even closer to mine.

Even now, I could hardly believe it was real. But I couldn't care less. At this moment, I wanted to release all my love and savor this hard-won sweetness with my mother.

"Xiaofeng, no…don't do this, you're just recovered, don't…from now on…from now on…from now on…Mother…will do as you please!" My mother's shy voice was almost inaudible.

My desire was uncontrollable; I pounced on her, pinning her to the bed and showering her with passionate kisses. My mother instinctively turned her head away, dodging my kisses. But her arms hung limply at her sides, offering no resistance whatsoever. I pressed my lips to her fresh, fruity lips again, exchanging saliva in my mother's warm, moist mouth.

As I kissed her, I quietly reached out and unbuttoned her blouse, subtly stripping away her smooth flesh. A fleeting glance revealed a vast expanse of white, full breasts. A black lace bra accentuated her full breasts, but couldn't completely cover them, instead making their shapely curves even more alluring!

"Mother…so beautiful!" I exclaimed sincerely.

"Mmm…" my mother murmured shyly.

I eagerly reached down to her smooth back, pulling and tugging impatiently, until my mother's bra swayed precariously and fell down. Her white breasts were exposed at the top, the two round, firm mounds pressing against each other, forming a very deep cleavage.

Steam rose again from the small pavilion. During our repeated acts of intercourse, my mother moaned urgently, gently unhooking her bra behind her back, letting it fall to the ground. Her full, white breasts immediately emerged, bouncing into my hands.

I held my breath, cupping her breasts in my hands and gently swaying them, carefully feeling their heavy weight. It was as if all my tactile nerves were concentrated in my fingertips. What in the world could be more blush-inducing, more sinful, and more exhilarating than a son grasping his mother's breasts?

I was overwhelmed with excitement, kneading my mother's breasts vigorously, squeezing those two round, snow-white mounds wantonly. Then I lowered my head and kissed this symbol of motherhood, my tongue tracing the pale brown areolas, making incredibly seductive "cheep, cheep" sounds.

My mother almost cried out, her arms tightly encircling my neck, pressing my head against her chest. I noticed her delicate nipples were erect from the spreading areolas, looking like luscious purple grapes, incredibly alluring in both color and shape, embodying a mature woman's radiant beauty…

“Mother…Mother…” I murmured softly, my teeth gently tapping the increasingly erect nipple, my nimble tongue teasing the very tip, greedily tasting and sucking, as if milk were truly flowing from there…

“Xiao Feng…Oh…Xiao Feng…” My mother closed her eyes, tilting her head back, panting heavily, desperately suppressing her cries, uttering passionate murmurs. Her hands unconsciously wrapped around my neck, pressing my head tightly against her chest.

My face buried between her high, firm breasts, it felt like being crushed by two mountains, almost suffocating me. After a while, my mother and I reluctantly separated.

My mother sighed, leaning softly against my arm, her breasts prominently displayed, rising and falling with her rapid breathing, still glistening with traces of saliva. Seizing

the opportunity, before my mother could fully recover, I quickly removed her half-undone top, then loosened her belt. In no time, my mother's mature, alabaster-like body was gradually exposed, almost completely naked except for a pink silk lace panty barely covering her last vestige of skin. With

a slight push, I gently pushed my mother into the bed and reached out to caress her long, slender, white legs. As my fingers slipped between her closed legs, playfully tracing the tender flesh of her inner thighs, my mother shuddered. Her cheeks flushed crimson, a strange expression appearing on her pretty face as she shyly curled her pink legs up.

Curious, I followed the curve of her legs upwards and froze! Her pink panties were wet, a coin-sized stain prominently displayed in the middle, particularly noticeable under the light, barely concealing two small, curved labia…

A rush of heat shot through me, my mind reeling. I barely knew what I was doing, only vaguely aware of my hands frantically pulling and tugging, and hearing gasps

in my ears… When I regained my senses, my mother was completely naked, her long legs spread wide, her private parts fully exposed to my view! I pressed my face close, gazing greedily. My mother's two plump labia were pressed together, a few glistening drops slowly seeping out…

Ah… this is where I was born! It is both my primordial homeland and my paradise from this day forward…

I was so excited I forgot myself, my hands cupping her vulva, feeling the delicate skin there. With my fingertips, the tightly closed petals parted slightly, revealing the alluring entrance to my paradise.

"Oh…" My mother's snow-white body arched, and she let out another beautiful moan.

Her face was flushed, her watery eyes filled with alluring charm, as if she had lost all her strength, lying limply and letting me do as I pleased. I could no longer restrain myself, stripping myself naked, my long but erect penis pointing proudly into the air.

I clumsily grasped my penis and guided it to the crevice of my mother's slightly parted vulva. The moment the engorged glans touched her tender labia, we both shivered!

"Ah..." my mother murmured weakly, her voice almost inaudible. At this moment, her tone was not like that of a mother admonishing her child, but rather like that of a weak woman facing a conqueror.

Perhaps because I was too confused during our last lovemaking, my penis slipped and veered off course several times! I couldn't get it right, and I was frantic, my forehead covered in sweat.

My mother closed her eyes in embarrassment, shifting her hips to adjust her position. My pent-up penis immediately found its way, smoothly squeezing into the crevice of my mother's vagina, beginning to penetrate her body inch by inch!

The narrow vagina immediately contracted, the unusually tight embrace making me unable to suppress the urge to ejaculate! I let out a hoarse roar, thrusting my hips forward violently! My penis, which had been mostly exposed, suddenly pierced in, completely penetrating her overflowing, juicy vagina!

"Ah..." My mother finally let out a sharp scream, watching helplessly as my penis was fully inserted into her body, with no gap left between our genitals, intimately joined together.

Suddenly, she reached out and pulled the floorboards to cover the stairwell, then my mother's body suddenly became hot and burning, her warm lips frantically kissing my eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth, as if she had completely let go.

I was incredibly excited. My penis, like a wound-up toy, mechanically thrust in and out of her beautiful, fleshy opening, the tip scraping against the soft inside of her vagina, almost reaching its full depth with each stroke. The head of my penis slammed heavily against my mother's cervix, bringing a slight burning pain, but the feeling inside me was increasingly pleasurable and stimulating!

"Good... Xiaofeng... ahh..." A series of soul-stirring cries escaped from my mother's lips.

I increased the speed and force of my thrusts, the sounds of our bodies colliding, "slap, slap, slap," combined with the lewd sounds of our genitals rubbing together, echoing in the quiet attic, making my blood boil even more.

My mother completely lost control, shaking her head wildly, her body heaving up and down in perfect rhythm with mine. At this moment, she had thrown all moral taboos aside, fully enjoying the pleasure of sex. Her full, naked breasts swayed seductively with the rhythm of her movements.

At first, they only circled slightly, but as my movements intensified, those two round, snow-white breasts trembled more and more violently, as if showing off their elasticity and weight, swinging out in sexy parabolas that dazzled my eyes.

Time slowly passed as my mother and I succumbed to our bestial physical union, engaging in unrestrained and intense intercourse, committing the most shameless and immoral act in the world. Feelings of guilt surged within me from time to time, but it was precisely this pleasure mixed with sin that gave us even greater stimulation!

I don't know how long we went on like this, but suddenly, my mother's whole body stiffened, and her vagina contracted violently in a spasm. At the same time, her moans became high-pitched and piercing, and she kept calling my name. Her two long, slender legs wrapped around my buttocks, desperately squeezing and pressing, as if trying to stuff my whole body into her honey hole...

"Ah...ah...faster...Xiaofeng...ah ah..." Hearing my mother's dazed and frantic cries, I was suddenly filled with a proud sense of accomplishment—so I could be this powerful, actually making my own mother climax...

Thinking of this, I could no longer hold back. I grabbed my mother's smooth buttocks and thrust my penis as deep as possible, shouting, "Mother, I...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum..."

"Xiaofeng...good son...ah ah..." Before I could finish speaking, my waist went numb, and an irresistible wave of pleasure surged through my limbs. My glans throbbed, spurting out scalding semen, shooting unreservedly deep into my mother's convulsing vagina...

"Oh my god... ahh... oh my god..." My mother moaned with unrestrained pleasure, her face filled with extreme joy. Her arms wrapped around my back, her mature, voluptuous body trembling continuously as she received wave after wave of my thick semen...

Half a minute passed before I had completely ejaculated my first time. My penis went limp, sliding out of her warm, moist vagina. Then, I witnessed a breathtaking scene...

My mother's vulva gently writhed, her bright red labia slightly parted, and a stream of cloudy white fluid flowed out! My semen flowed from my mother's vaginal opening! I lay down weakly, savoring the afterglow of my orgasm. A deathly weariness gradually enveloped my body, and in my mother's warm embrace, I drifted off to sleep...

Suddenly, my mother pushed me away with both hands! Her cheeks burned like fire as she frantically pulled up her trousers and coat. I was at a loss, my mind blank! A few seconds later, I realized what was happening. There was a creaking sound coming from downstairs, followed by a loud knocking on the door!

"Who...who is it?" my mother asked in a trembling voice, hurriedly kicking her underwear under the bed.

"It's Grandma. What's wrong? Why is the bed making such a racket?"

"Nothing...nothing, Xiaofeng just knocked it down! It hurts a bit when I'm changing my dressing, and the kid couldn't help it." My mother's face was flushed from the afterglow of sex.

"Useless, making such a fuss over such a little pain..." Grandma muttered. "Come down and clear the table."

"Okay, coming." My mother hesitated, wanting to bend down to get her underwear, but also wanting to get down immediately.

I lay happily on the bed, watching my mother's disheveled hair, her tired expression, and her pubic hair, sticky with my love juice, looking messy and disheveled. That alluring, captivating charm was like a rose nourished by rain and dew.

Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her from behind, as easily as holding a kitten, and gently placed her back on the bed. My burning hot penis throbbed restlessly, and my mother, her face flushed, blushed and couldn't open her eyes, her beautiful eyelashes trembling tenderly.

Her embarrassed appearance was incredibly endearing. "...Voice...too loud...Grandma and the others are here, you've just recovered from your illness, your body is still weak, doing that kind of thing is bad for your health!"

I let my burning gaze roam over my mother's snow-white, graceful body, passionately kissing her lips, mumbling, "Mom...I...want...I want..." I relentlessly kneaded my mother's soft, white breasts. My mother breathed softly, her heart softening, and she could only silently close her eyes, blushing and then turning her head away in embarrassment.

"Gently...gently...you rascal!" Having received permission, I pounced on her again, pressing myself against her soft, pink body, kissing and sucking incessantly on her snow-white neck and soft breasts, even gently kissing her round, smooth arms.

My mother lay quietly like a docile kitten, too shy to move, letting me tease her body wantonly. Unable to withstand such provocation, her body became hot and flushed, her cherry-like nipples hardening and erect under my sucking, wet, red, and tempting. From her small nostrils came soft, seductive moans.

I gently pinched my mother's nipple with my fingertips and asked in her ear, "Mother, does it feel good?"

Embarrassed, my mother closed her eyes even tighter and turned her face away. I loved seeing her shy, so I showered her with even hotter kisses. I gently and carefully parted her round, long thighs, revealing her hot, moist vulva completely before my eyes.

I gently placed my hand on her vulva, feeling her body shudder. I closed my eyes slightly and gently massaged it, feeling the soft, warm moisture from my palm. To ease her tension, I was very gentle, kissing her thighs softly and repeatedly.

As her body gradually relaxed, I increased the intensity of my movements. I gently parted her labia, revealing the wet, tender, and crimson flesh inside. Now her vaginal opening was as wet as a flood, still dripping with my semen, and I trembled with excitement.

Gently pinching her erect nipples, my mother couldn't help but cry out again. Her alluring moans made my heart tremble. I mustered my courage and slowly inserted a finger into my mother's vagina.

The tight, virginal confinement enveloped my finger. I merely rotated my finger slightly, and it caused my mother to tremble and moan, her warm, thick love juices flowing even more profusely from between my fingers.

"Mother, I'm coming in again," I whispered in her ear, my hot, hard penis pressing eagerly against her soft, moist opening. My mother opened her eyes, nervously gripping my arm.

"Xiao Feng…" Before she could finish, I silenced her with a deep, passionate kiss.

I reached down and parted her pubic hair, grasping my erect penis and aiming it at her vaginal opening. The large glans probed into her labia, and just as her thighs trembled, I arched my back and thrust my penis deep inside her.

"Ah…" My mother groaned uncontrollably, her face flushed, and she frantically grabbed a pair of trousers to cover her mouth. I kissed my mother passionately.

Gazing at this woman in my arms, whom I loved and adored to the point of madness, my heart was filled with turmoil, for she was my biological mother. I vowed to make my mother a happy and fulfilled woman in my lifetime, to make up for the emptiness and pain my father had caused her over the years.

After so many twists and turns, I no longer felt the guilt of incest; now I only wanted to deeply experience the excitement and passion unique to incest. My penis and my mother's vagina rubbed and squeezed tightly against each other, releasing waves of pleasure.

I could no longer control myself; with heavy breaths, my penis thrust harder and harder, meeting the endless flow of her juices, penetrating the layers of soft, tender flesh pressing against me from all sides, my huge glans constantly pounding against my mother's tender womb.

My mother and I were becoming more and more coordinated; every thrust and every movement was perfectly synchronized, indescribably wonderful, like a loving couple who had been together for many years. My mother's fair thighs instinctively hooked around my strong waist, pressing tightly against me, welcoming my insatiable desire. The flames of lust burned ever brighter.

My large hands gripped my mother's slender waist tightly, my hot, erect penis thrusting repeatedly into her soft passage. My sweat dripped onto my mother's delicate skin, flowing between her full breasts, mingling with her fragrant perspiration—a scene incredibly stimulating.

This intensified the lust in my eyes, and I couldn't help but lower my head, licking my mother's wet, erect nipples. I could clearly feel my mother's sweaty body pressed against my dark, strong frame, trembling and writhing, so fragile and helpless.

With my final, deep thrust, the large head of my penis sank deep into her core. My mother arched her back, unable to bear it any longer, tightly closing her eyes, accepting this baptism of love.

Hot fluid gushed forth unrestrainedly, overflowing my mother's flower chamber. My mother and I held each other tightly, trembling in each other's arms, sharing the tender afterglow of our pleasure. After the frenzied climax, my mother was utterly exhausted, collapsing limply into my arms.

I wrapped my left arm around her neck and my right arm around her legs, letting her lean against me, half-asleep, half-awake. At this moment, my mother no longer struggled; she had neither the strength nor the desire to struggle.

Looking at my mother's naked body, savoring the pleasure of our passionate union, I felt a satisfaction I had never felt before. My mother's hair was scattered on the pillow, a few stray strands falling across her face, the ends brushing against the corners of her mouth; her brows were furrowed, her eyes lightly closed.

I looked at her pale face, flushed with desire, making her even more alluring; her moist lips were slightly upturned, and there were two clear teeth marks on her lower lip—marks she had bitten herself to suppress her cries of pleasure during her climax.

Looking at my mother's weary face, I pressed my lips to her cheek, gently licking away the warm beads of sweat, kissing her wet eyes, gliding my lips across her nose, and then pressing them firmly against her red lips, sucking hard.

My mother's lips trembled slightly, seemingly still immersed in a tired dream. One arm dangled over the edge of the bed, the other curled up on her abdomen. As the climax gradually subsided, my mother's breasts were no longer so swollen and full, beginning to sag, like two bloated water bags; the nipples were no longer erect, and the areolas were gradually fading.

My hand quietly climbed up again, grasping one of my mother's breasts and slowly kneading it. This breast that had once nourished me was so soft, so full. On the other side, I pinched the nipple that had become erect from stimulation with my fingers, pressing my entire palm against the hemispherical, full breast, rotating and caressing it.

Suddenly, my mother looked up, gazing at me solemnly, and said, "Xiaofeng, if... your mother and father divorce, will you... will you want me?"

"Yes... I'll live with you, Mother!" I said firmly, my face flushed.

My mother's eyes brightened, a look of relief appearing on her weathered face. She murmured, "Luckily, I still have Xiaofeng..."

A sudden warmth welled up inside me, an irrepressible surge of emotion. I said emotionally, "I want to be good to you, Mother! I'll never be separated from you! I... I want you, Mother!"

"Silly child!" My mother smiled faintly, saying softly, "In a few years, I'll be old... and you'll grow up and get married. How can you stay by my side forever..."

"No, I won't get married!" I said stubbornly, resolutely, "I don't want anyone else in this life! As long as you're with me, that's enough!"

My mother listened intently, a blush creeping across her cheeks, too moved to speak. Her lips moved for a moment, then she suddenly burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably onto my shoulder.

That afternoon, my mother and I had sex three times. My mother and I had started to fall in love. She always looked at me with sweetness, and I felt an indescribable warmth when I saw her. I always rushed to do the work before her, and she would often lovingly wipe my sweat.

But we hardly had any chance to make love anymore. Firstly, my father was around, and secondly, my grandmother was always showing up. In the next two months, I only had sex with my mother once hastily in the rice pile while turning the rice in the shed; another time was in the kitchen, and my penis was already inside my mother's vagina when my grandmother came again, leaning on her cane. My mother and I were so frightened that we scattered.

A month later, the town high school recommended me to go to the county high school to retake the exam, saying that I had a good chance of getting into university. This was a great thing in our town. The whole family was very happy. My mother was overjoyed, and relatives and friends kept praising me for being promising.

The county is more than 200 miles away from the town, and the county high school does not provide boarding facilities, so the town high school specially paid for two small rooms to be rented for me there. The town's education bureau chief also asked my parents to come with me so that they could take care of my studies.

So, my father asked the town committee for leave and borrowed a truck to take me to school. The truck was old; the cab could only seat four people, and with all the stuff piled up, my father sat in the passenger seat, leaving only one seat in the back.

My father wanted my mother to carry me to the back, but I protested, "I'm not a little kid anymore, why should Mom carry me? Let me carry Mom."

My father laughed and said, "How much do you weigh, can you even carry your mother?"

"Ask Mom if I can carry her!" My mother, hearing my pointed remark, lightly patted me. "Alright, alright, that's enough, it'll be dark if we keep talking." When I got in the truck, I saw my mother's face was flushed.

The truck started moving, and my father was very excited, turning back to talk to us from time to time. My mother sat on my lap, her hands gripping the back of the seat in front of her. I looked at my mother's delicate neck, and her soft buttocks bounced on my lap because of the uneven road.

Not long after we started driving, I reached down and gently touched my mother's thigh. She glared at me and turned away. Slowly, I moved my hand between her legs. She involuntarily squeezed her legs together, trying to stop me.

My penis was already hard. I pulled her waist back, then forcefully spread her thighs, pulled down her trousers through her thighs, and pulled out my hard penis, placing it between her thighs.

My mother blushed, looking at my excited father in front of her. She covered the head of my penis, which was sticking out from her thighs, with one hand, rhythmically squeezing it with her palm. Finally, I almost pulled her trousers down from behind.

The car bumped more and more violently, and my mother on my lap started to change. She supported herself weakly with both hands, leaning forward, her buttocks protruding. Good heavens, I could clearly feel her two hot, semi-circular mounds. Suddenly, the car jolted violently, and ah, my penis, through my mother's thin trousers, shoved into her vagina.

"Ah..." Mother let out a soft moan.

"What's wrong?" Father asked.

"Nothing, I bumped my head." As she spoke, she secretly pinched my flesh.

Never mind, it's already like this, I might as well go for it. I grabbed Mother's two bare legs with my hands and spread them wide, and this time, my penis was fully inside. We moved like this with the car.

I began to hug Mother tightly involuntarily, grabbing her full breasts with both hands and kneading them. We moved quickly, outside the car it was raining and dark, it felt like the whole world was just us, mother and son.

Maybe it was because we were too nervous, Mother's body was hot and tight, and soon a stream of semen shot out from my body. After it was over, Mother, her face flushed, slumped weakly into my arms, quietly pulled over a white cloth, and secretly wiped her genitals and dried the semen that had splattered everywhere.

But that day, because we didn't know how to drive and had no experience, we were only focused on guarding against Father and didn't pay attention to the driver, who vaguely saw something in the rearview mirror. Later, one time when he was drunk, he told someone, "Qiu! The town magistrate's son is a good student, thanks to his mother's body. He even touched his mother's breasts in the car!"

"What? You don't believe me? I'll tell you, I saw him grope his mother's breasts, and she seemed to enjoy it!"

"Ha, brother, I'm telling you, the town magistrate's wife and son definitely have something going on. Don't believe me? Don't be so sure, his son definitely slept with his mother!"

"What evidence? The day they got off the car, I found a piece of cloth on the back seat of my car, and hey, it smelled fishy, all from when men and women do that. Only he and his mother were sitting in the back seat, wasn't that from sleeping with his mother?"

After a day, we cleaned up the house in the city. Father suggested that Mother stay there for now, saying that he had some things to do in town and needed to go back for a few days, and that he also needed to send the milk to Aunt's house again.

As soon as Father closed the door, I couldn't wait to hug Mother, go into the inner room, close the door, and, ignoring that Father was still downstairs, beg Mother for sex.

Along the way, my mother had already aroused me, and knowing how hard I had been holding back these past few days, she didn't refuse. She let me quickly strip her naked and we started having sex on the bed.

After dinner that evening, I took my mother's hand and went for a walk by the small river behind the house. No one knew us there yet, so we could embrace each other freely.

As we walked, my mother suddenly said in a sorrowful tone, "Xiaofeng, we can't live together... Mother... I'll find you a companion... It's not good to always sleep with... always sleep with Mother!"

My face flushed red as I shouted, "Mother... I don't want to get married... I only want Mother! If we can't get married, we... we'll be husband and wife! I'll stay with Mother!"

My mother was moved and suddenly hugged me tightly, kissing my cheeks repeatedly, murmuring, "Thank you... my good son... Mother is so happy!" "

Mother... let's learn from Uncle Xiaohei!" I also hugged her delicate body, swearing, "No matter what happens in the future, I will never leave Mother, I only want Mother as my woman, and I will only sleep with Mother."

My mother's face flushed red, and she asked shyly, "Like Uncle Xiaohei?"

"Yes!" I said firmly.
Xiao Hei was a respected figure in the neighboring town. Back then, it was still a village, not a town, and everyone within a hundred miles knew him. In the 1950s, people were poor, and Xiao Hei's father was paralyzed. According to the village custom, a man from another household had to bring rice in exchange for the woman, her husband, and son to take in and care for. I heard that Xiao Hei was only eighteen that year. A few days before the arranged marriage, he suddenly disappeared. When he came back, he somehow brought a bag of rice and took his mother in. At first, the villagers just thought Xiao Hei was being filial and hadn't broken any rules, so they allowed it. But soon after, news spread that Xiao Hei and his mother had slept together, and not long after, Xiao Hei shamelessly slept in the same bed with his mother. Later , his mother even became pregnant with his child. Thinking of all this, my mother smiled through her tears, and her soft lips covered mine. I responded passionately, our bodies pressed tightly together, feeling this dreamlike reality...

until someone passed by, and we quickly separated. Our hearts understood each other, and without saying another word, we rushed home. As soon as we entered, my mother and I couldn't help but embrace again, our lips and tongues locked in a passionate, intertwined embrace, unwilling to part.

We kissed passionately while undressing each other, slowly making our way to the inner room. Outerwear, trousers, stockings, skirt, and underwear were stripped off piece by piece, scattering across the hallway…

"Oh, why…why aren't we going in?" My mother, almost breathless from my kisses, weakly raised her hand and pointed to my room.

"No…we're going to Mother's today!" I chuckled softly, leading my mother into her bedroom.

Today, I would possess her in Father's bed; only then could I truly experience the thrill of conquest and the triumphant joy of finally winning a battle! On the large bed where my parents usually shared a pillow, my mother offered her flawless white body, responding to me with an even more ingratiating posture, passionately engaging in intercourse with me. Just as I ejaculated my hot, thick semen into her womb without spilling a drop, a deafening clap of thunder suddenly resounded from the sky, and a torrential downpour of raindrops the size of soybeans began! In that instant, I glanced up unintentionally and noticed the wedding portrait of my parents hanging on the wall…

That night was like my mother and I entering our bridal chamber; I ejaculated intermittently throughout the night, until my penis was completely dry.

In the following days, my mother acted like my wife, cooking and doing housework during the day, and waiting for me to come home in the evening. I would always go home as soon as I got out of school, eat as soon as I got home, lock the door as soon as I finished eating, and then go to bed with my mother. I lost count of how many times my mother and I made love during those days. When we were tired, I would always leave my limp penis inside her vaginal opening and rub it against her.

This was our fourth night living in the county town. With a "thud," my mother's bare, plump arm emerged from under the covers, turning on the bedside lamp. The warm, orange light instantly bathed the entire bedroom.

She turned to me, her cheeks flushed with joy, her bright eyes sparkling with happiness. With a touch of shyness and coquettishness, she said, "Silly boy, tired from doing this… still studying?" She buried her face in my chest, her warm body snuggling closer, nestled tightly in my arms. I held my mother tightly.

Knowing our recent habit, I knew that after our intimacy, my mother would "whisper" to me, hinting that she needed some tender, loving caresses. So, I wrapped one arm around her slender waist, and gently stroked her smooth, supple back with the other.

My mother murmured softly, as if in a dream, expressing her satisfaction and contentment. Her voice seemed to come from afar, yet it also seemed to resonate directly in my heart, her soft whispers reaching my ears: "Tonight, you made me feel so incredibly happy!" A warm current surged through me, and I tightened my embrace around my mother's arm.

Before I knew it, my mother and I had been "living together" for a week. During this time, almost every corner of our new home bore the marks of our union. My mother's intense sexual desire was completely ignited; we made love at least four or five times a day to satisfy our mutual cravings. Even so, whenever I saw even a sliver of my mother's exposed skin, I still felt an urge to pounce on her and pin her down.

Morals, taboos, and ethics were all recklessly thrown to the back of my mind. Only now did I truly realize how lovable my mother was. Almost every time, I derive exhilarating pleasure from her; and she, in turn, displays her ecstatic ecstasy with words of praise and wonder, filling me with masculine pride and confidence!

"Who told you to be both my mother and my woman?" I whispered teasingly, close to her pink earlobe.

"..." My mother let out a soft moan, her right hand boldly reaching down to my crotch, her smooth palm grasping my penis. Even though I had just ejaculated, it remained erect. She caressed it lovingly, her face filled with ecstasy.

My penis, enjoying my mother's touch, stirred again, feeling my masculine vigor slowly returning. Just as I was about to roll over and press myself against her again, my mother gently slipped out of my embrace, lifted the covers, and sat up.

"What's wrong?" I asked in surprise.

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just going to the bathroom, I'll be right back." My mother said, kissing my forehead, and prepared to get out of bed, naked.

A thought struck me, and I quickly grabbed her, pleading, "Mom, let...let me carry you to the bathroom!"

My mother blushed slightly, spat, and laughed, scolding, "You little devil, how can you say such crazy things!" She shook off my hand and tried to leave. But I wasn't about to give up. I lunged forward, reached under my mother's legs, and lifted her up in my arms.

"What are you doing?" My mother was startled, and before she could stop me, her naked body was pressed tightly against my chest. She instinctively struggled a couple of times, scolding, "Xiao Feng, you're getting more and more outrageous!"

I grinned and said, "Good Mom, let me carry you!" I laughed and ran towards the bathroom.

My mother panicked instantly, her delicate feet flailing wildly as she pleaded, "Xiaofeng, it's not really...it's not true..."

"Of course it's true!" I impatiently kicked open the bathroom door.

My mother was both ashamed and anxious, her fists pounding my chest, her struggles intensifying. But under my strong insistence, her resistance was futile; she could only watch helplessly as I lifted her delicate body, letting her upper body lean against my shoulder, my hands cupping her firm, round buttocks.

"Oh...oh oh..." As I kneaded her soft buttocks, my mother seemed to have been struck in a vital spot, instantly losing all her strength, obediently letting me hold her like a child, her legs spread wide apart, revealing her mature and alluring vulva. In the thicket of dark, glossy pubic hair, the bright red slit was slightly swollen, indicating that it had just undergone a rather intense assault.

I strode over to the toilet, positioned my mother's snow-white buttocks above the bowl, and chuckled softly, "Mommy, pee!"

"No...no..." she stammered, her ears burning red with embarrassment. "This is so awkward, I...I can't pee..."

I playfully pursed my lips and whistled, "Shh, shh," while gently swaying my mother's bare buttocks, as if soothing a small baby, gentle and patient...

Before long, my mother couldn't hold back any longer. Her body writhed restlessly like a water snake, her toes pointed straight, and the muscles in her thighs trembled hysterically...

Suddenly, her eyes shone with a deep light, and she let out a hoarse gasp: "Ouch!"

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw my mother's buttocks twitch twice, then suddenly relax! Instantly, a stream of pale yellow urine gushed from between her labia, hissing as it flowed into the toilet like a runaway faucet.

My eyes lit up instantly, staring intently at this rare sight—my mother's fair, full body trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed with shame, yet unable to stop the torrent of urine…

My mother's body seemed to be aroused again, involuntarily panting, her high, round breasts quivering slightly, her nipples prominently displayed…

My mind raced, and my arms inexplicably loosened, almost causing me to drop my arms and lose my grip on my mother. Although I managed to steady myself, her buttocks tilted to one side, and the remaining drops of urine landed on my legs, sending a warm sensation through me.

"I'm done…aren't you going to put me down?" My mother struggled slightly, unable to contain her shame as she spoke.

I told my mother to put one leg on the tank lid to lighten the weight on my arms. Then, I freed my right hand, tore off a piece of toilet paper, and ignoring her protests, carefully wiped her genitals, cleaning the remaining urine from her vulva.

After doing all this, I finally put my mother down, her bare, high breasts pressed against my skin. Without thinking, I reached out and grasped her full breasts in both hands.

My mother and I were already unable to control ourselves. I placed her on the washstand, and my penis suddenly thrust deep inside her. "Ah!" My mother and I screamed together. Her vagina was hot and wet like a volcano. I felt my glans melting and softening. There seemed to be a huge attraction there, almost sucking me in along with my penis...

My mother groaned loudly, her snow-white breasts surging like waves. My emotions instantly reached their peak. I thrust rapidly, and suddenly ejaculated my hot semen without mercy, watering my mother's thirsty womb, making her scream again from the heat...

But this only lasted for four days. The next day, I rushed home as soon as I finished class. As usual, the familiar aroma of food greeted me when I opened the door. I looked up and saw my mother busy in the kitchen.

A warm feeling immediately washed over me, filled with a sense of comfort and happiness. Without saying a word, I rushed over, hugged my mother, and planted a kiss on her cheek, saying with a smile, "Mom, I'm home!"

Before she could answer, my hands instinctively slipped inside her collar and caressed her firm breasts. Unexpectedly, instead of her usual alluring demeanor, she seemed flustered, whispering, "Xiaofeng, don't be silly..."

I was slightly puzzled. "Mom..." Before I could finish, she suddenly pulled her hands away, nervously giving me frantic winks. Then, a familiar baritone voice rang out behind me, chuckling, "Xiaofeng's back?" I was struck dumb

—it was Father! He was back, and Aunt and the others were there too. It felt like a nightmare. I composed myself, forcing a smile, mechanically managing a couple of dry laughs, my heart a jumble of emotions. I

ate the meal with extreme annoyance, forcing myself to suppress my turbulent feelings. Father and the others, on the other hand, chatted and laughed excitedly, because Father had always wanted to move to the city. Several times, Father even half-jokingly put his arm around Mother's waist. My mind went blank. My mother, as always, would shudder as if electrocuted at such times, forcefully pushing my father away. A surge

of indescribable bitterness and resentment welled up within me again, finally making me realize that although my mother had given herself to me, and driven by instinct and desire, accepted this taboo relationship between mother and son that transcended morality, she could never completely betray my father.

But the burning desire within me couldn't be quelled. A few days ago at this time, I had been making love with my mother, and now, my suppressed lust resurfaced. Watching my father and the others' oblivious conversation, I held chopsticks in one hand, while the other reached under the table, stealthily lifting my mother's skirt and quickly slipping my hand inside her panties, touching her private area covered in soft, fine hair.

My mother blushed instantly, her expression a mixture of panic and shyness. Her body trembled slightly, and she hurriedly clamped her legs together to stop my intrusion, but it was too late. My fingers traced the cleft of her buttocks, moving to her burning garden, gently caressing the slender, warm crevice between her

legs. My mother's breath hitched, and her words became slurred. She hurriedly picked up her teacup to hide her embarrassment, but her body's honest reaction betrayed her. Her two fair thighs involuntarily parted slightly, and a moist, sticky fluid secreted from her cleft, the clitoris almost too slippery to resist…

I pressed my advantage, relentlessly stimulating my mother's sensitive labia, continuously arousing her senses and causing her to produce even more viscous fluid. Gradually, my mother also became aroused, her small hands involuntarily reaching down to my crotch to stroke my penis. Suddenly, I bent my middle finger and thrust it into her fiery opening.

"Mmm…" My mother couldn't help but groan, then forcefully suppressed it. She bit her lip hard, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and her slender figure arched slightly.

"Wife, what's wrong? You look strange, are you... feeling unwell?" Father noticed Mother's unusual behavior and asked, his eyes glazed with drunkenness.

"I'm... a little tired..." Mother murmured.

"Then go lie down for a while. Little sister, wash the dishes. Xiaofeng is tired from studying too, go lean on him for a bit..."

"Okay, okay..." I answered listlessly. Mother and I staggered towards the inner room. As soon as we turned into the dark corridor, I couldn't wait to hug Mother.

"Xiaofeng... don't..." Mother was terrified, her hands braced against my chest, her voice filled with panic. Her flushed face was hidden under her disheveled hair, making her look even more shy! The neckline of her top was already half open, revealing a portion of her fair cleavage. My mother's skirt was disheveled from my caresses, revealing her bare legs...

I recklessly ripped open her clothes, pulled her full, white breasts out of her bra, and began sucking on her left nipple, licking it with my tongue until it hardened...

"No..." my mother struggled desperately, saying in terror, "Your father... he'll hear..."

"No... Mother, I want it!" I pleaded, panting heavily, and frantically pulled down my mother's panties, peeling them off her legs from her toes. Then, I reached behind her and pressed my hands against her soft, full buttocks...

My penis darted out of my pants and immediately pressed against my mother's pubic mound. My mother, too, struggled to control herself. Though she resisted, a change was taking place within her. Her face flushed, beads of sweat appeared, her pink tongue lolled out slightly, and she let out soft moans. Her watery eyes, half-open and half-closed, gradually became hazy, like a vast, misty sea.

I thrust forward, my penis forcefully parting my mother's tightly closed labia and laboriously squeezing into her still somewhat dry vagina! I was in the hallway, chatting with my father and the others, separated only by a wall, when I inserted my penis into my mother's body.

We made love standing up. That day, my mother's vagina was initially so tight, so hot, so soft. The moist, folded layers of flesh enveloped my penis perfectly, as if being gently sucked by countless delicate mouths simultaneously.

I felt a burning heat in my lower body, as if all the blood in my body had rushed there. Gradually, my mother, who had initially struggled so fiercely, became quite cooperative! Her arms were wrapped around my neck, her legs intertwined around my waist, and even her vagina had regained the lubrication it used to have during sex, making my penis easy to enter and exit. It was truly the most intoxicating, yet unbearable sensation in the world.

With each deep thrust, my mother and I held our breath, carefully avoiding making a sound. Until all my semen was inside her. Afterwards, my mother and I were both almost limp from tension and excitement. I helped my mother pick up her underwear from the floor; a wet, sticky liquid was dripping from the point where her thighs were entwined, with a few drops landing on the floor. My father

really did settle in; the town had made him a liaison officer, so he had almost nothing to do. He spent most of his time at home, except for a short walk around the neighborhood. The house was too small, with the two rooms close together. So, for a while, he didn't have the opportunity to make love to my mother.

Although we live in the city, our family still maintains rural customs; we always sleep with the bedroom door open. That day, my father, probably aroused, made me go to bed early. Shortly after the lights were turned off, I heard my father's low moans. My mother, probably afraid I'd hear, and exhausted, tried to refuse, but my father insisted. I listened to her suppressed moans; thankfully, their bed was sturdy, otherwise the creaking would have made it even worse.

My penis, hard as iron, throbbed with my father's heavy breathing. About twenty minutes later, the sounds stopped, and my father fell into a deep sleep. I couldn't resist any longer and sneaked over, slipped under my parents' blanket, and hugged my mother tightly. She was startled, not expecting me to be awake; her face flushed red, probably knowing I'd just heard her moans.

I hugged my mother tightly and whispered, "Mom, I want it too."

Hearing the "too," my mother blushed even more. She coaxed me softly, "Are you crazy? We'll have a chance tomorrow, okay? Be good."

I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's lower abdomen. "No, Dad's asleep. He doesn't know. I want it..."

My mother listened intently to my father's breathing, thinking he must be asleep. Helplessly, she tried to move away. I was extremely nervous too. I lay on my side, hugging my mother, my lips biting her cherry-like lips in a passionate kiss. My hands gently pulled down her shorts. My mother desperately held her breath, her snow-white, high breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breathing.

I very gently supported my mother's slender waist and slowly moved my penis into her body. After a few thrusts, my mother's breathing became erratic. As I moved, my mother's vagina, still a little loose from the previous encounter, held me tightly, her lower body wriggling in rhythm with my movements.

Perhaps I was too nervous; after only a few movements, my lower back ached, and I quickly thrust forward, my entire penis penetrating deep into my mother's vagina, pressing against her uterine wall, and I ejaculated. The powerful, close-range ejaculation caused my mother to grip the sheets tightly. Right there in my parents' bed, beside my father, my mother and I made love.

"Hmm..." Suddenly, Father turned around in a daze, his hand reaching for Mother. Mother and I were both terrified. Mother didn't move. I hurriedly pulled my penis out of Mother's vagina and crawled tremblingly to the outer room. Later, Mother told me that as soon as my penis left her vagina, Father's hand touched it too. Father even muttered, "It's still dripping with semen?"

Another night, I heard Mother go to the toilet after she finished. I rushed out and saw Father asleep again. I quietly knocked on the toilet door. Mother knew it was me and nervously opened the door. She wasn't wearing anything and leaned half her body out. Seeing me standing naked, she quickly pulled me inside.

Mother was taking a bath. The water that hadn't dried flowed down Mother's delicate, snow-white neck, her smooth and delicate back, her slender waist, her full and round buttocks, and the cleft between her buttocks that I loved to lick was extremely alluring.

I pressed myself against my mother's body impatiently, inserting my hands into her arms to separate her hands from her body. My erect penis was about to enter her buttocks. "No...no, no...Mom...I haven't cleaned yet!"

My mother's legs were tightly closed together, ashamed, her body still bearing the marks of what had just happened. I ignored her and thrust my penis into her lower body again. "Ah..." my mother gasped.

"Mom, I'll wash you." I pulled my penis out forcefully, and my mother could barely stand. Her delicate body slumped down, and she fell into my arms, panting heavily. I changed to holding her waist tightly with one hand and squeezing her full breasts with the other. My

mother's body was limp, as if boneless. Her breathing gradually became heavier, her hands hanging limply at her sides, swaying unconsciously. Her head rested on my shoulder, her face flushed, and she occasionally let out unconscious moans.

My lower body moved faster, the sounds of my mother's moans, my panting, the rushing water, and the impact of flesh creating a lewd scene of mother and son bathing together. As I ejaculated into my mother's vagina once more, thick, turbid semen immediately flowed from her trembling thighs, slowly trickling down. Afraid my father would wake up, my mother didn't have time to wash again and hurriedly left the bathroom.

For the next few days, my father and I took turns having sex with my mother, her body always filled with both of our bodily fluids.

Perhaps because my father was around, my mother was always very nervous during our intimate moments. At the slightest sound, she would tense up, trembling like a frightened rabbit, and leave hastily afterward. I longed for a long-term, open, intimate relationship with my mother, instead of living in secrecy and fear under my father's nose like this!

That day came soon enough, but I never imagined the price would be so high.

That night was already restless, seemingly destined for trouble. I couldn't sleep, staring at the empty bed. My mother should still be sleeping next door, curled up in my father's arms. I sighed sadly.

Tossing and turning, I faintly heard my father's soft snoring. Suddenly, a strong desire made me unable to wait any longer. Just like that day, I nervously and tremblingly made my way to my parents' bedroom.

My father was lying on his back, snoring loudly, one arm draped over my mother's waist. He seemed to be fast asleep, completely unaware of my presence. I tentatively removed his arm from my mother, but he still didn't react.

My heart pounded wildly. My mother had sensed my arrival and nervously grabbed my hand. I pulled her up slightly and wrapped her in a cotton coat. Holding my mother in my arms through my father, I quietly returned to my room.

"You're getting more and more out of line! How dare you sneak into Dad's bed and steal Mom away!" My mother said shyly, pressing her face against my chest.

"I missed Mom!" I kissed my mother's fair neck and kneaded her breasts.

"Oh God, what if... what if... what will we do?" My mother lay naked on my small bed, still trembling with nervousness. Her two hard, erect, purplish-black nipples were prominent, and there were a few faint stretch marks on her slightly protruding abdomen.

The flush on her face from having just finished having sex with my father hadn't faded. Her two full thighs were spread apart, fully revealing the mature, married genitals of a woman in her forties. Her slightly dark labia were slightly parted, and there were still faint traces of my father's semen at the entrance of her vagina.

I hugged my mother's cool body tightly, wrapped the blanket around her, and then pressed myself against her naked, supple, and voluptuous body. She obediently spread her two full, bare thighs and wrapped them around my back…

That night, absence truly felt like reunion. And in those circumstances, having stolen my mother from my father's bed, I was exceptionally excited, and the act was incredibly thrilling.

I gently pressed my mother down beneath me, lowering my head to suckle her cherry-like lips. My other hand kneaded her firm, white breasts like dough, my fingers kneading and playing with her nipples.

Under my caresses, my mother quickly became aroused, her neck arching back, her hands gripping my back tightly, her eyes closed. With her cooperation, I easily parted her pink labia, and my glans thrust in forcefully.

My penis moved slowly inside my mother's body, each thrust sending a tingling sensation of soft flesh rubbing against my glans. My mother's lips were slightly parted, her beautiful legs almost arched over her shoulders, her eyes half-open, half-closed, languidly watching me. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her fair, pink buttocks swaying upwards in rhythm with my movements.

"Oh...oh..." My mother began to moan uncontrollably, panting heavily, drenched in sweat. "Ah!...I can't take it anymore...oh..."

Just as the climax of our passion was about to arrive, suddenly, my mother's breath caught in her throat, her naked body stiffening like stone in my arms.

I glanced at her strangely and found her staring blankly behind me, her eyes filled with an indescribable fear, dread, shame, and despair! My heart skipped a beat, a chill running down my spine. I instinctively turned around, and my blood seemed to freeze; my hands and feet turned ice-cold!

The door I had just closed with my foot had been opened again. My father stood abruptly in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief, staring at us without blinking!

The bedroom was eerily quiet; there was no wind, no breathing, not even the sound of a heartbeat. Only the mechanical, monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall vibrated in everyone's ears.

After a long while, my father's body trembled. He looked at me, then at my mother, his facial muscles twitching horribly, spitting out a few words through clenched teeth: "You…you…you…" My mind went blank, completely incapable of thinking or acting. I could only feel my penis, inserted into my mother's vagina, slowly shrinking…

"You…you hear me explain…" my mother pleaded in a trembling voice, her pretty face deathly pale, her whole body shaking. Clearly, this scene was unexpected; she, like me, was completely disoriented, forgetting that we had separated from our naked selves.

"Bah, what's there to explain?" My father clenched his fists, closing in step by step.

The father's eyes were bloodshot, and he was as angry as a wounded lion. He roared, "My eyes aren't blind yet! I saw clearly what you and your son did... I never expected this, I really never expected this..." His voice choked as he said this, "I earned money to support the family, to support you... and what did I get in return? It turns out I supported such a virtuous wife and such a filial son..."

My mother lowered her head in shame, tears welling in her eyes. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word, only shaking her head repeatedly, looking extremely pained.

"...I really can't believe you two are so...so shameless, mother and son...mother and son having sex...how disgusting!..."

As my father gritted his teeth and cursed, I steeled myself, pulled my mother's hand away, mustered my courage, stared at my father, and said loudly, "What right do you have to criticize me and my mother? All you do all day is beat my mother, and when you're tired of beating her, you abandon us all alone at home. Have you ever fulfilled your responsibilities as a father? Have you ever considered my mother's emptiness and loneliness? What kind of life has my mother been living all these years?"

Hearing me say such disobedient words, my mother was anxious and afraid, and kept begging me to shut up. My father's face was ashen with rage, his teeth grinding together, his knuckles white from clenching them. "Fine! Then you'll take your father's place and sleep with your mother?"

I was desperate. Though my voice trembled, I forced myself to continue: "...Since you can't fulfill the role of a husband, let me, your son, take your place! Mother will be much happier with me than with you! Let me live with Mother, and I'll support you!"

"You little brat, you...you've gone too far!" My father roared, panting heavily, as if he might pounce like a wolf at any moment.

I was on high alert, adopting a desperate stance, determined to protect my mother from further beatings. Amidst my mother's screams, my father and I fought, pushing, kicking, and hitting each other. I don't know how long it lasted, or what happened, but in a daze, with a loud "thud," it was all over.

To this day, I still don't know how my father fell from the building.

A month later, the police concluded that my father had fallen on his own. I was detained for three months and finally released.

However, life had completely changed. Although the case was closed, news about it spread like wildfire, becoming the talk of the town. When I walked out of the detention center, I felt that the guards were looking at me strangely.

Almost overnight, my mother and I became local celebrities. Although my father's fall had nothing to do with me, the scene of the incident must have been unforgettable for the police who arrived. We were both at a loss, and didn't even think to put on our clothes. When the police entered the house, I was naked, embracing my equally naked and pained mother, and the bed was covered with traces of our sexual intercourse.

I practically sneaked home, without anyone seeing me. Pushing open the gate, only a few rays of sunlight shone in from near the window, illuminating the lonely figure of a middle-aged woman in the corner of the room.

My mother was wearing a loose-fitting, sleeveless, round-neck sweater. Her long, black hair hung loosely behind her head, and her delicate bare feet trod on the ground, giving her an indescribably languid air. She didn't notice me coming in, only staring blankly at the setting sun, a melancholy expression on her unadorned face.

I coughed, and my mother immediately turned around, her eyes lighting up with ecstatic joy. She excitedly exclaimed, "Xiaofeng, my darling! You...you're finally back!"

I smiled and said, "Mom, I...I'm back!" She suddenly burst into tears, stumbling towards me, opening her arms wide and pulling me into a tight embrace, as if afraid I might disappear at any moment.

"Mom, don't cry, we won't be apart again, we won't be apart again!" I gently comforted her, tenderly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Mmm...mmm..." My mother murmured incoherently, her soft lips repeatedly kissing my cheeks, covering my eyebrows, eyes, and nose with kisses, finally sealing my lips with a long, passionate kiss! And so, my mother and I held each other, embracing, sharing our pain of separation and our anxieties, until late into the night.

Finally, we finished talking, and she sighed contentedly, leaning silently against me, gazing up at me with a dreamy look, her chest rising and falling slightly.

From my angle, I could clearly see that my mother wasn't wearing any bra under her round-neck blouse; her entire chest was almost completely visible. Two round, full, snow-white breasts couldn't be concealed at all, trembling like ripe peaches, as if beckoning me to pick and taste them, even the brown areolas were faintly visible.

Having spent three months in prison, I dreamt of my mother's body. I gently reached under her open armpit, cupping and kneading her breasts, chuckling softly, "Mom... do you miss me? Hehe, where do you miss me the most?"

My mother's cheeks flushed instantly, her warm body began to heat up, and her small, delicate nipples hardened between my fingers. She gasped, as if all her strength had left her, and murmured, her face red, "Of course... in my heart..."

"Oh, nowhere else?" I smiled maliciously, lifting her skirt with my other hand and pressing my palm directly onto my mother's firm buttocks, brazenly caressing her delicate, soft flesh.

"Ah..." Mother trembled twice, letting out an uncontrollable moan, her face flushed, gazing at me with a dazed and infatuated look. "...Bad...bad son...Mother's...oh...my body wants you...I'm going crazy with longing!"

"Mother..." Seeing Mother's ecstatic expression, my lower body rose high like an angry horse. Before I could finish speaking, I impatiently reached out and unzipped my pants, then almost ripped off Mother's shorts, suddenly lifting her delicate body up and striding to the mirror to put her down.

Then, I grabbed one of her legs and lifted it above her head, thrusting my waist forward, and without a word, with a twist of my hips, I plunged my burning penis deep into Mother's already wet vagina.

"Oh..." Mother let out a heart-stopping scream, her face showing an expression of extreme pleasure. She was left with only one leg supporting her body, and had to try her best to stand on tiptoe to maintain the position of intercourse with me. But their genitals were thus joined even more tightly, locked together seamlessly.

"Mother...I miss you...I want you!" I shouted through gritted teeth, desperately grasping my mother's full, snow-white breasts with both hands, kneading and squeezing those two soft mounds of flesh. My hips thrust wildly like a pile driver, pounding against my mother's tender buttocks. My

mother raised one leg high, "Oh...Xiao Feng...Mother can't take it anymore...Quick..." Her voice was choked and indistinct, like a desperate cry, a frantic outburst.
I felt the warm, sticky, and sucking sensation of my mother's lower body, and I became even more excited. The pleasure of conquest rippled through my limbs. "Mother, scream...no one can hear you." I said happily, my penis thrusting in and out of my mother's smooth vulva, rotating incessantly, teasing the tender flesh of her vaginal walls to contract and spasm.

"Ah...oh...good...mmm...mmm..." My mother cried out in a daze, her long, black hair tossing as her body trembled violently, her two round breasts bouncing up and down, making her look even more alluring.

Suddenly, I saw a lewd scene in the mirror: my mother's buttocks parted wide, and a thick, shiny black penis was thrusting in and out between her deep cleft. Each time it withdrew, frothy fluid gushed out, flowing down the penis and disappearing into the thick pubic hair. Seeing this, my lust intensified.

I wrapped one arm around my mother's shoulder and the other gripped the mirror's frame, using the frame to apply pressure to her body. My mother reflexively squeezed her thighs together, her lower body trembling slightly, her waist rising in rhythm with my movements. After

what seemed like an eternity, I finally couldn't hold back any longer, realizing I had reached my climax. "Mother...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum..."

"Shoot...good son..." My mother was also about to reach her climax, anxiously twisting her plump buttocks to meet my invasion. Her hot, fleshy hole tightly gripped my penis, she cried out wildly, her cheeks flushed, enjoying the intense pleasure of our intercourse! I gritted my teeth and suddenly released my semen. Hot, thick semen shot out, immediately flooding my mother's womb...

That night, my penis almost never left my mother's body, even sleeping with it inside her vagina, unable to distinguish when I was doing it and when I was resting. I finally got what I wanted, completely possessing my mother!

My mother and I went to Hainan. I found a job in Sanya. I no longer had to sneak around and live in fear; I could openly do what I wanted. When everything was settled, my mother and I chose a Sunday to cook a meal at home, which was our engagement banquet.

After drinking the nuptial wine with my mother, I suddenly felt a new sexual urge and begged her to give me oral sex. Although we had been intimate many times, she still blushed at the mention of oral sex and hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing. I eagerly grabbed a blanket and placed it on the floor. My mother knelt down on it, her head positioned right between my legs.

I pulled down my pants. My mother had never seen my penis so closely before. Although there was no light, I could clearly see her face flushed red. She closed her eyes and gently lowered her head towards my crotch.

I placed my penis against her lips, and she slightly opened her mouth to receive it. However, she clearly had no experience with oral sex and simply held it blankly. But this made me feel incredibly good. This new opening on my mother's body felt like virgin territory, and I had possessed her more thoroughly than I had with my father.

I had my mother circle the edge of my glans with her tongue, while her hand gently rubbed the part of my penis that wasn't inside. She did as I asked, and it felt so good. The friction of her soft tongue against my glans almost made me ejaculate immediately. I couldn't hold back and started thrusting, using her mouth as a vagina.

I untied my mother's hair and gently stroked the back of her head. Her tongue seemed to be fighting with my penis. Just as I was about to climax, my mother suddenly straightened her back, making her breasts as high as my crotch. She lowered my penis under her bra and inserted it between her breasts, my penis reaching her chin. She gently squeezed my penis between her chin.

My mother whispered, "Shoot." Moved,

I cried out softly, "Mom!"

My mother pressed her breasts tightly against my penis, and I thrust dozens of times. My penis trembled violently, and I ejaculated, a thick stream of semen spraying powerfully onto my mother's chin. The semen flowed down her neck, through her bra, and onto her breasts.

Afterwards, I went to the bathroom and got a clean towel. I unhooked my semen-soaked bra and carefully wiped it off for my mother. She gently held me in her arms, and we gazed at each other happily.

My mother told me about our first time on the small bed in the attic, about her feelings when my penis entered her vagina, and about the loneliness and helplessness she felt during my three months in prison.

I held my mother, kissing her. My voluptuous, beautiful, and mature mother was the embodiment of beauty in my eyes. My mother's hand gently held my penis, while my hand roamed and teased her genitals.

After a while, my mother got up, turned her back to me, lay on top of me, buried her head between my legs, and kissed and wrapped her lips around my penis again. Her snow-white, plump buttocks were raised in front of my face. My mother's small mouth held my still soft penis, which had just ejaculated, and sucked on it, while her hands gently kneaded my scrotum.

I held my mother's white, tender, and plump buttocks and kissed and licked her vulva. My tongue parted her labia majora and minora and probed into her vagina, licking the inner walls of her vagina, and thrusting my tongue in and out of her vagina. I wrapped my lips around her small clitoris and sucked on it.

My penis became hard from my mother's licking and wrapping. My mother took it all into her mouth, and I felt the head of my penis touching my mother's throat. My mother's small mouth, her rosy lips, enveloped my hard penis.

I cradled my mother's snow-white, smooth, and plump buttocks, my tongue thrusting and swirling inside her vagina, my nose hovering over her small, beautiful, pale purple anus, like a chrysanthemum bud.

Her vaginal fluids flowed, dripping into my mouth and onto my face. My tongue licked her perineum, caressing her buttocks. My mother wiggled her hips, giggling, her buttocks wet from my licking. I licked her small, beautiful, dark red anus; her pale purple, small, beautiful, chrysanthemum-bud-like anus was so alluring.

My mother giggled as I kissed and licked her, letting my tongue kiss and lick inside and outside her anus. Her tight, small anus was very beautiful. I forcefully spread my mother's legs apart, my tongue licking her anus, saliva making it wet. She moaned and cried out.

I used my tongue to probe into her anus. My mother then used her mouth to stroke my penis, licking the glans with her tongue, and sometimes even taking my scrotum into her mouth and sucking on it.

"You little rascal, your licking makes Mommy's asshole tickle, ah, my good boy, ah."

Later, my mother and I remembered seeing anal sex on TV and wanted to try it. So, my mother knelt on the blanket, raising her plump buttocks high, her legs spread wide, revealing her wet anus that I had kissed and licked. Against the backdrop of her snow-white, smooth, plump buttocks, her pale purple anus looked exceptionally beautiful and alluring. I couldn't resist lying on my mother's plump buttocks again to kiss and lick her small, exquisite anus.

My mother giggled and said, "My good boy, your licking makes my heart tremble."

My mother's anus was virgin territory, never explored by anyone. My tongue tried to push in but couldn't, making her anus wet. My mother was so weak from my licking that she was panting heavily, her upper body lying on the blanket bed, moaning and groaning lasciviously.

After a while, I got up and knelt behind my mother, one hand supporting her round, plump buttocks, the other supporting my hard, erect penis. I aimed the glans at my mother's small, exquisite, beautiful anus, like a chrysanthemum bud, and slowly lowered it.

My mother's anus was covered in my saliva, which acted as lubrication. Although my mother's anus was tight, my glans entered her narrow, tight anus without too much effort.

When my enormous glans entered my mother's anus, she cried out, "Ah...ah...good boy...ah...ah...Mommy has never...ah...ah...been fucked in the ass...ah...ah...ah...ah...been fucked in the ass...ah...gently...gently...ah...ah..." It was

also my first time having anal sex. I slowly moved my enormous glans in and out of my mother's anus, saying, "Mommy, this is also my first time having anal sex. I'll get it in a bit, Mommy, my darling wife, soon my big cock will be all the way in."

My glans moved in and out of my mother's anus. Gradually, my mother's anus became slippery, and my penis slowly slid in until it was completely inside my mother's anus. My mother spread her buttocks wide, her anal sphincter tightly gripping my thick penis.

I lay on top of her, my arms wrapped around her waist and abdomen, one hand touching her vagina, two fingers inserted into her vagina, thrusting in and out. My fingers felt my hard penis thrusting in and out of my mother's anus, and my mother moaned, twisting her body.

I slowly thrust my penis in and out, my thick, hard penis thrusting in and out of her anus, and my mother cried out: "Ah...ah...Mommy's anus...ah...ah...being fucked...ah...ah...by my good baby...ah...ah...too...ah...too good...ah...ah...my dear husband...ah...ah..."

The anus is different from the vagina. The sphincter muscles gripped my penis tightly. My mother swayed her plump hips, letting me thrust my thick, hard penis in and out of her anus. My body slammed against her plump, white, soft, and round buttocks, making a slapping sound.

One of my mother's hands touched my scrotum, moaning ecstatically. My penis was thrusting in and out of my mother's anus, her anal sphincter muscles tightly gripping it.

My thick, long, hard penis thrust forward and in and out of her anus; my mother swayed her hips, pushing back forcefully, and she inserted her fingers into her vagina, feeling my hard penis thrusting in and out of her anus through the fleshy walls. My

mother and I moaned lewdly and obscenely, calling each other all sorts of things like "darling," "brother," "sister," "husband," "wife," "mother," and "son." In my mother's anus, my penis was gripped by her anal sphincter muscles, and her fingers were touching it through the fleshy walls of her vagina. My penis thrust in and out of my mother's anus for a long time, and amidst her wanton moans, I forcefully ejaculated into her anus.

My mother lay face down on the blanket, and I lay on top of her. After what seemed like an eternity, my penis had softened, but my mother's anus was so tight that my penis was still inside her. I climbed off my mother, and my penis withdrew from her anus. My mother and I embraced and kissed.

After a while, we went to the bathroom together, sitting in the large bathtub. I held my mother in my arms, and she sat on me. Her plump, soft buttocks pressed tightly against my penis. I kissed my mother's perky, round breasts, sucking on her ripe, grape-like nipples, my hands wandering and teasing between her thighs. My mother giggled and swayed her body, letting me caress her.

This was my mother and my wedding night. From then on, every night, I would cuddle with my mother until dawn, like a real married couple…

Recalling those past moments, and looking at my mother before me, it felt like a lifetime had passed. And so, my incestuous relationship with my mother continued…

--The End--

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