Spring, summer and autumn with my mom

Spring is a season full of vitality, a season full of hormones. By chance,
everything began to happen, as if filled with unlimited hope. So the seed in my heart also began to sprout, germinate, grow, and then flourish, blossom and bear fruit. It
really was about to bear fruit. I am an ordinary office worker in a small fourth-tier city in western China. I graduated in 2015. I
never had any lofty ambitions. I just wanted to live a simple life in our small city with my parents. I already
felt that life was hard enough. I thought I shouldn't make my life too hard. My mother often said that I was her only child. She wanted to raise me well so that I could fly far away when I grew up. Who knew that when I grew up, I would come back to my mother's side.

After graduating in 2015, my family pulled some strings and, through my uncle's connections, I got a job in a relatively easy government department—just enough to keep me employed. My father is a minor manager in the acquisition department of a state-owned tobacco company, and my mother is a kindergarten teacher, the principal of our family's kindergarten. She's almost fifty; she goes to the kindergarten occasionally, otherwise she's at home—a very ordinary life.
If it weren't for that incident, she probably would have lived a simple life,
married, had children, and spent her life with her parents in this small city.

Just after the Lantern Festival in 2018, and with the new year just beginning, our department had a dinner party. A few of the older guys in the company, after dinner, started clamoring to go find some girls. I've never been interested in these kinds of activities, but since we're in the same department and see each other all the time, I couldn't just say no directly, or they'd think I was being a loner. So, I egged them on and we went. When we got there, it was a bathhouse with four floors. As soon as we entered the lobby on the first floor, a mature female server, probably in her forties, led a few young male servers to greet us. She was probably the manager. Before the server could even speak, the older guys immediately said, "Heavens!" The server didn't say anything more and tried to lead us to the fourth floor. I made an excuse, saying, "I feel unwell after drinking
, I need to wash up first." To paraphrase the older guys
, "If you're going to treat me to food and drinks, you're going to do whatever you want! We're already here, so help yourselves out. I'll have some glutinous rice balls first." The older guys didn't say anything more, just laughed and joked as we followed the server to the fourth floor.

Seeing this, and knowing I had no plans for the evening, I quickly made my escape. Actually, I've been working for almost three years since graduating, and I've seen this kind of thing quite often. It's human nature; it's an unspoken rule of society, something that can't be openly discussed. Everyone knows what's really going on. I've even wavered about whether to go with them, since I haven't done anything like that since graduating from university (that's a story with that lab professor; we live in different cities, I'll tell you about it another time). But I felt it wasn't clean, and I felt it wasn't safe.
So I've never done it even once.
After leaving the bathhouse lobby, I hailed a taxi and went home. Perhaps because of the mature female manager, and having had a few drinks, I was a bit impulsive and just wanted to
get home quickly!
That's how what happened later occurred.
I arrived home in ten minutes, almost eleven o'clock. I had the car window open in the car, and the wind cleared my head a bit. My mouth was
dry . As soon as I got home, I heard a Thai soap opera playing on the TV in the living room. I knew without a doubt that it was my mom watching it. Only my mom would watch such
a boring Thai soap opera so late at night. She probably fell asleep on the sofa after watching it for a while. I guess all moms in the world kill time like this. At the door, I said "I'm home" while changing my shoes, and went straight to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator,
grabbed a can of Coke, and gulped it down.
My mom's voice came from the kitchen doorway: "Did you drink
? Have you eaten? I'll heat it up for you!
" "No need, Mom, I've already eaten
." "Can food outside be as good as home-cooked food? It's all on WeChat..." Then came
a bunch of comments from some marketing account I'd seen in the family group chat, as she reached for the refrigerator.

"I've already eaten," I replied, rushing to close the refrigerator door. I stood behind my mom, who was reaching for the dumplings she'd made for the Lantern Festival on the bottom shelf. Suddenly, she bent over, her bottom pressing against my penis. My mom was wearing a gray-blue silk pajama top, which felt so smooth and soft. My penis immediately reacted, but didn't immediately stand erect. My mom probably sensed it too; we both froze for about a second. Then she straightened up: "If you don't want to eat, fine. I made it for you willingly.
" She turned around
, and I wisely took two steps back. My mom looked at the cola in my hand: "Drink less of this stuff, it's... bad for your health. If you're not going to eat, go wash up. Go to bed early." She then went back to the living room, sat on the sofa,
and continued watching her soap opera. Seeing my mom's hesitant expression, like a young girl, was somewhat endearing. To ease the awkwardness and lighten the mood, I followed my mom to the living room. She was reclining on her side on the sofa facing the TV.

I sat down next to her and asked, "Is Dad asleep?"

"He's going to the next city to collect tobacco leaves tomorrow, so he went to bed early. It's just me cleaning up after you. You guys are making a mess of this place every day, and you never even offer to help out.

" "Oh, hehe, you're working so hard, aren't you
?" "Oh, you never listen to anything I say. I've told you to drink less! There are several gatherings a month, and you drink every time. You're so young, don't you care about your health? I've told you so many times, your respiratory system isn't good, drink less
, drink less, but you just won't listen. You're just like your dad, you ignore me
." "Oh, it's just a department dinner. Everyone's drinking, and if you don't, you'll seem out of place
." "Every time I talk to you, you come up with a whole bunch of lectures. If you had listened to me earlier
, you wouldn't be stuck in this small unit. Your dad pulled so many strings to get you a job at XX Farm (some of you might know what that is). We'd already made arrangements, but you wouldn't go. Let me tell you, people
get housing as soon as they start working there. Lots of people
want to go but can't get in..." "Oh, that place is so far away. It's inconvenient to go home. I'm the only child here. If something happens at home, I can't get back in time."

"Your dad and I don't need you to worry about us. Just take care of yourself. You should listen to me. I already have a grandchild. Can't you talk to that girl your aunt introduced you to?"
This topic, which always comes up in every conversation, has finally been brought up again. "Oh, let's chat. Take it slow. You can't rush these things."
"Can't rush them?

You just graduated, and we told you to hurry up and take the job exam, but you said you weren't in a hurry. Look at your third uncle's daughter, she graduated the same year as you, and she has a job and a child. Every year during the holidays, which relative doesn't introduce you to
someone? You, on your own, seem to have no money at all
..." I heard my dad snoring from my parents' bedroom. I got up and closed the bedroom door for them.

Mom: "You always get impatient when I talk about this, and I don't like talking about it either, but this time with this girl, I won't let you brush me off like a fool. We have to talk, we have to meet, and I have to make sure you get her there..." Maybe the alcohol was taking effect, I felt hot all over, grabbed a can of cola, and gulped it down. Mom: "I told you to drink less cola, it's not good for young people..." Mom: "I know you don't like hearing that, but drinking too much alcohol is bad for your health, and you can't drink too much cola either. You're still young, it's not good for your future kids. You should find a girlfriend, get married quickly, and
give me a grandson, then I can
enjoy my retirement. I won't worry about you anymore."
Maybe it was the alcohol, but then, emboldened by what I'd heard in the kitchen: "Mom, I'm still very strong... I can have a baby without any problem, you just wait to hold your big, fat grandson
!" "You're just trying to flatter me, why don't you find a wife and have a baby yourself?
All talk and no action !" Turning around, I looked at my mother, leaning against the back of the sofa. Her hands were crossed over her chest, giving
her the air of a strict mother. Her hair wasn't long, just shoulder-length, cut in the typical medium-length style of middle-aged women, with some curls. A thin silver necklace adorned her neck, highlighting a touch of the gentle and elegant temperament unique to middle-aged women
. (I bought it with half a year's internship salary the year I was about to graduate. I originally intended to give it to the lab professor, but I never did before graduation. After returning home, I gave it to my mother,
who seemed to like it very much and always wore it.) Her chest was covered by the lace of her pajamas, and the small pendant of the necklace sparkled beautifully under the light
. My mother's chest wasn't large, but with her hands crossed over her chest, it appeared rounder than usual. My mother's figure was still quite good; she had a little bit of extra fat on her stomach, but not much, and it wasn't noticeable under her pajamas. Her calves were shapely and fair, and her toenails
were painted with a light layer of clear nail polish with a few glittery flakes. The air was filled with the faint scent of shower gel, and a very, very subtle, unique fragrance of my mother's. I've had this scent since I was a baby, and I always felt that smell
has a memory, clearer and longer-lasting than any memory in the brain. This scent
has stayed with me until now. It smells like milk, but not quite. It's a warm, comforting scent, a unique fragrance I've never smelled on any other woman. Although I've admired my mother before, those feelings are suppressed when she starts rambling on. Maybe it's the alcohol, but I just think she looks especially beautiful today.

I called softly, "Mom."

Mom stopped rambling and
looked at me. "Hmm?"
Mom asked. "Can I lean against you?"
Mom was a little surprised at first, paused for a moment, and then sat up straight. I moved next to Mom and rested my head on
her shoulder. The faint scent of Mom mixed with the fragrance of her shower gel wafted into my nostrils, making me feel warmer. My memory was trying to distinguish and select Mom's unique fragrance in my nose. Seeing that I didn't speak, Mom turned slightly, and my head rested
between her left shoulder and chest. Her right hand reached over and touched my face, while her left hand went around my back and gently patted it.
She softly asked, "What's wrong?
I'm not trying to rush you into marriage, it's just that your dad and I are getting old. You need to take care of your own life. We can't be with you forever.

" "Mom, I want you to be happy, I understand all that, I just
..." "You're over twenty, and you're still so clingy to your mother. How are you going to find a wife like this?"
"Mom, I've been clingy to you since I was little. I just wanted to grow up, be successful, and take good care of you. I'm over twenty now, and I'm still making you worry." As she spoke, she lowered her head and rested it on her mother's lap.

My mom stroked my head, gently ruffling my hair: "Mom will always be your mom. I don't ask you to be rich or famous, or to achieve anything great. As long as you can live a peaceful and safe life, Mom will be content." Lying on my mom's lap, smelling her scent, I felt safe and warm inside: "Mom, I want you to be happy." "Okay, then hurry up and get married, have a baby, and let me enjoy my retirement." I sat up, looking at my mom's face. In the past two years, crow's feet have started to appear at the corners of her eyes. I put my right arm around my mom's right shoulder and pulled her into my arms. Perhaps because of our close relationship since childhood, and because of what I just said, my mom was only stunned for a moment, but she didn't struggle and just leaned against my chest.

"Mom, Dad has only thought about work all these years, and I haven't been able to help much. You've been taking care of so many things at home. You've worked so hard." "You, it seems you've had quite a bit to drink today. Saying so many heartfelt things, but I never see you doing anything to show your appreciation. Alright, I'll go make you a glass of honey water." With that, Mom got up to go to the kitchen.

I stood up and hugged my mom from behind. Mom: "What are you doing? What if the neighbors see? They'll be so jealous!" "Mom, the neighbors can't see us from our apartment layout, and you've already drawn the curtains. Besides, what can they do if they see? There's no rule against a son hugging his mother." Me: "Mom, I just want you to be happy. I want to kiss you." "Hehe, you're such a grown man, still so clingy to your mother." "Mom, just one kiss?
"
"Get lost, don't be so serious

." "Mom, just one, okay? I promise I'll find you a good wife
." "Oh, no way,
what kind of ?" I turned my mom around, and for a moment, our eyes met. My mom seemed a
little flustered and startled, her eyes widening in disbelief. I'm as tall as my mom, not as tall as my dad, but being a boy, I'm taller than my mom. Standing next to her, we
look more like a good match than my parents.

"Mom, I love you," I said, cupping my mother's face in my hands and kissing her. In that instant, I felt her soft lips and the delicate lines on her lower lip. Her unique fragrance filled my nostrils, stronger than ever before. A few seconds later, I gently pulled her arms down and embraced her. My mother hadn't expected the kiss to be so sudden and didn't struggle much. I felt her breath through my nose, brushing against my lips. She seemed to have relaxed. She moved her hands from under my arms to my back and gently patted me. I'm a person who prioritizes emotions, and all the love I've had for my mother over the years surged up in an instant. I
hugged her even tighter, afraid of escaping, wishing I could melt into her body.

I hugged my mom tightly, feeling her breasts pressed against my chest, and my lower body stirred with excitement, swelling. I pressed my tongue against her lower abdomen; her belly had a bit of soft fat. At the same time, I wanted to slip my tongue into her mouth, but as soon as I touched her teeth, she pushed me away, took a few steps back, and said, "Okay, you... satisfied now? Go wash up and go to bed early." "Mom, I..." "Alright, don't say anymore, get some rest." With that, she turned and went to her bedroom. Watching her go,
my emotions calmed down a bit, so I went to the bathroom for a shower. The water cleared my head a little. What was I thinking, making such a risky move?
How am I ? What will she say to Dad? I'll be doomed! The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. After showering, I glanced at the laundry basket. Inside was a pair of black underwear belonging to Mom. Mom's undergarments—
those were cherished memories of my adolescence. I'd had some secret struggles with Mom back then, and she'd compromised somewhat. I guess she'd given in to my wishes to some extent; it wasn't until high school that she stopped paying attention. Looking back years later…
Perhaps that's when I started having these inappropriate thoughts about my mother. Back in my room, sleepiness overwhelmed me, and I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep
.
Because it was Saturday, and also the Lantern Festival holiday, I didn't wake up until noon. I was woken by the urge to urinate, and groggily left my room, went to the toilet, and passed by the kitchen where I found my mother preparing lunch. She was squatting on the kitchen floor, peeling something. My mother's round buttocks, combined with her gray-white pants, accentuated their fullness. I walked to the kitchen door and called out, "Mom, where's Dad?
"
"He left early this morning, said he was going to the next city to collect tobacco
." "Doesn't their company give them a holiday for the Lantern Festival?"
"Who knows if it's a real business trip or not, you rascal, do you know if he's really going on a business trip or hanging out with some
shady characters?" Saying this, she stood up, turned around, and started washing things in the sink.
"Mom, aren't you worried that Dad's flirting with other women?"
"Hmph, with his looks, who would want him? And even if he really had other women, he's getting on in years,
can he really get a divorce? As long as he doesn't cause me any trouble ,
that's fine." "Oh, Mom, you're saying that." Saying this,

I went into the kitchen and said, "Come on, Mom, you put it down, I'll cook, you rest
." "You cook? Is the sun rising in the west? Don't mess around!"
"Oh dear, you've worked hard all morning, let me do it," I said, reaching behind my mom to untie

her apron "Okay, I'll watch you cook something today," she said, taking off the apron and putting it over my head. She then reached around from in front of me to behind and tied it on. Whether it was intentional or not,
the way she tied my apron was so close to my chest that my nose was almost touching her shampoo and her fragrance. I took a breath and said, "Mom,
you smell so good." "You're so silly, how can a son talk to his mother like that?" she said, turning to the side, taking off
another apron, and starting to chop vegetables. "Really, the smell of you last night kept me up all night."
"What nonsense are you talking about?
Let me tell you, I drank too much yesterday. Don't go around telling everyone, what kind of
son treats his mother like that
?" "Oh, I know, it's our secret, I definitely won't
tell anyone ." "What secret? What happened yesterday, it's over and done with, don't
overthink it." I laughed and agreed, "Mom, how long has it been since you and Dad had sex?"

"You little rascal, are you itching for a beating? Is that something you should be asking?"
I laughed, "No, honestly, how was that kiss yesterday? Mom, were you a little
excited too
?" "Seriously, you're always thinking like that. Why don't you find a wife instead of trying to seduce your own mother

?" "We're both adults, Mom,
why are you shy?" "You're my son, I'm your mother,
I shouldn't act like that." "Then, why didn't you pull away when I hugged you?" I put down the lettuce I was holding and turned around
to look at
my mom. She turned around too, looking at me, her face flushed slightly. "I
..." "Mom, I love you, give me another kiss
!" "Kiss what? Go find a wife,

go kiss your wife!" "Mom, I want to kiss you! Will you be my wife?" Saying this, I leaned over and quickly kissed my mom on the lips. My mom was a little shocked and nervous; her lips trembled slightly,
like
. Coming to her senses, my mom raised her fist, pretending to scold me: "Don't be naughty! Okay, hurry up and cook,

we're all hungry!" Then she lowered her head, her face red, and continued chopping vegetables, just like a young girl in her first love. At lunchtime, we were silent, but my mom seemed to have returned to her motherly role, serving me rice and dishes, but she didn't dare look me in the eye.

After lunch, my mom and I cleaned up the dishes, my mom in front, me behind, just as we stepped out of the kitchen
.

My mother said softly, "Don't treat me like this. I'm your mother, not your wife. You should find a wife yourself." I laughed and joked, "Mom, be my wife!" "You're talking nonsense again. What kind of mother is a wife to her son?" "Mom, will you be my wife just this once?" "You..." At that moment, all the feelings I had for my mother over the years surged up.

Before she could finish speaking, I hugged her from behind.
I buried my head in her neck and kissed her deeply. She struggled a little,
turning around and pushing against my chest. My mother said, "Ling'er, calm down. You can't treat me like this."

I didn't answer, but hugged her even tighter.
"Mom, just give yourself to me.
I love you." Hearing this, my mother trembled slightly. "Son, but I'm your mother. Why do you have these feelings for me
?
" I pulled away from my mother's neck and looked into her eyes. I realized she had gray hair, and wrinkles were starting to appear around
her eyes . She was getting old.
"Mom, I didn't know. I've always been attached to you since I was little, and I don't know when I started to love you. Maybe it's because you
've been urging me to find a wife lately that I realized the person I love most, the person I want to be with most, is right
in front of me—you, my mom."

"I spoiled you too much when you were little, I pampered you too much, I was always afraid of spoiling you, afraid you'd be willful and reckless, afraid you'd cause trouble and hurt people," she said, then wrapped her arms around my back, gently hugging and stroking me. "In the end, you didn't cause any major trouble. Now that you're grown up, Mom hopes you can settle down and start a family. Mom can't be with you forever."
"Mom, I promise you, I'll bring you a daughter-in-law this year, and we'll get married next year. But Mom, you have to understand, the person I want to be with until the end is you."
"I'm very touched that you were able to express what was on your mind. I understand how you feel about me. But you need to focus on your own priorities and stop thinking about such trivial things."

Is this Mom's rejection?

"Mom, then don't rush me to get married and find a wife." "You silly boy, why won't you listen to me? These are two different things. A wife is a wife, and a mother is a mother. Don't get them mixed up." "I'm not mixed up. I understand perfectly well. I've known since I was little that I want you to be my mother, and even more so, I want you to be my wife." "You... I need to talk to you properly. You're such a grown-up, always talking nonsense."

"No, it's not nonsense. I've wanted to tell you this for a long time, to make you understand my feelings, to let you know how I feel about you
." "Sigh, it's my fault. I shouldn't have spoiled you a few years ago. When you went through my clothes,
I should have stopped you immediately. In the end, it still
hurt you." "Mom, you know I went through your underwear?"
"You little rascal, I didn't know what you were doing. Which pair of underwear is in the laundry basket every time? "
"I know better than you. I don't know if you've touched it or not." "Come sit down and talk to Mom properly. What are you thinking?" As she spoke, she pulled my hand and sat me down on the sofa.

"Mom, let me make things clear to you today." "I don't know when it started, but I feel different about you. Maybe it's like Freud said, every boy has an Oedipus complex." "Who's Freud? What nonsense are you talking about?" "Freud was a world-famous psychologist. What he said is based on science. That's probably how I feel about you. Society is complicated these days; many things people never heard of before have appeared. But existence is its own justification. My feelings for you, Mom, even though it's a son's love for his mother, are also love for
an admirer . It shouldn't be contradictory. There are many mothers and sons like that in the world, why can't my mom and I

?" "You're talking nonsense! Where
are you talking about that?" "There are many online. There are mothers and sons who, after their parents divorced, came together, being mother and wife, son and husband, very harmoniously. There are also examples of sons marrying their mothers in ancient times. And physiology shows that
men in their 20s..." Sexual desire is strongest around age 30, and for women it is strongest after age 40. To be a bit idealistic, isn't this a deliberate arrangement by the Creator? Do you expect your son to go find older women outside?

"Don't do those things carelessly, they're unclean and can easily cause illness. You're my only son, you can't afford to have anything happen to you." "Mom, my heart is already occupied by you, it's hard to make room for anyone else. You know, I can't fit anyone else in my heart but you. Mom, tell me, have you been happy these past few years?
Dad has been busy with his business these past few years, he's made some money
, but you can see that his heart isn't in this family anymore. To be honest, you and Dad haven't had marital relations for several years, right? I know you've worked hard to maintain this family, and you want me to settle down so you can put down
your burdens ; but everyone else is happy, what about you? Who will give you happiness? In the end, you'll be alone, with no one to confide in about your inner suffering. But I'm willing to be with you until you grow old, so what I've always told you, I want to
give you happiness, isn't just a momentary rant."

After hearing my words, my mother hugged me tightly: "Ling'er, Ling'er, from the moment you were born, I felt that you were my blessing and the key to my life. For the past twenty years, every move you made has made me anxious and worried. I always wanted to give you everything I had, but I never thought that in the end, what you wanted most was me. Your words touched me deeply and truly made me understand your heart." "Mom..." "Mom, I promise you, I am yours, but you also have to promise me that you will find a wife, have a baby soon, and start your own family so that I can enjoy my retirement a few years earlier."

I looked at my mother excitedly: "Mom, so you promise?"

"Yes
." I looked at my mother excitedly, and my little brother was also excitedly swelling up. My mother lowered her head shyly,
and I excitedly kissed my mother's forehead.

"Mom, I want you right now," Mom said shyly. "Lock the door and let's go to your room." I picked Mom up from the sofa, carrying her like a victorious general carrying
his trophy, and headed towards my bedroom.
I gently placed her on the bed, strode over it, and rolled to the window,
drew , and returned to her side.
The room was a little darker, filled with Mom's fragrance. Mom's breathing quickened; she seemed
a little reserved and tried to get up.
I went to meet her, straddled her, cupped her face in my hands, and
kissed her . I then pushed her down onto the bed, my lips moving downwards to kiss her neck. The necklace shimmered on her neck. I gently licked the skin around the necklace,
then pulled her hands apart and quickly slipped them under her clothes, around to her back, and
hugged her tightly. Her back was so smooth. I reached behind her bra, kneaded both ends, and pushed her in.
My mother shyly cried out, "No!" Before she could finish speaking, I unhooked her bra. Her breasts felt soft, and I buried my head in her chest.
Through the blue wool sweater, I gently bit my mother's breast, even though there was no
milk. The taste of childhood rushed into my nostrils, stimulating memories. My mind went blank for a moment, and my movements paused, leaving only rapid breathing. My mother pounded on my shoulders with her hands.
When I didn't move, she moved her hands to my head, gently lifting it, saying, "Oh, what sins have I committed
?" I looked at my mother and impulsively leaned forward to kiss her. My mother became proactive,
cupping my face and kissing me passionately. I held my mother's lips between mine, feeling the warmth of her breath growing stronger. Our lips pressed together intensely. I
pulled my hands down and lifted my mother's wool sweater, taking it off and removing my own shirt as well. The black bra hanging on my mother's arm was snatched off and thrown to the side of the bed.

Looking at my emotional mother, I said tenderly, "Mom, I love you." Before she could answer, I kissed her again. She responded passionately, kissing my way down her mouth, jaw, neck, and collarbone, until I reached her breasts. Her breasts weren't large; one hand could just barely hold them, filling my entire palm. My right hand held her left breast, while my mouth gently nibbled at her right. She pulled at my hair with both hands, her teeth clenched to keep quiet, only the excited breaths escaping her nostrils.

I arched my back and lower body, using my left hand to pull my pants down to my knees, alternating between my left and right legs, placing my legs between hers. My left hand then caressed her thighs, gently kneading them through her cotton black loungewear, continuing upwards until I reached her lower abdomen. She had some excess fat on her stomach, but not much, making it feel even softer and more pleasant to the touch.
My penis rubbed against my mother's vulva through her pants, making her breath catch in her throat.

After kissing her breasts for a while, I moved down to her abdomen, kissing her navel and lightly touching it with my tongue. Continuing down, I reached her lower abdomen, where there was a scar—a ligation mark I'd heard from her after giving birth to me. I gently kissed the scar, which was about the same size as me, and prepared to pull down her pants.
My mother grabbed my hand: "Are you really going to
do this ?"
"Mom, give it to me
." "What a sin, what a sin," she said, releasing my hand. I kissed her vulva through her pants and then pulled them down. Black underwear covered
her private area. My mother covered herself with one hand and put the other above her head, using her arm to shield her eyes
, afraid to look at me.

My penis was already swollen and erect. I knelt between my mother's legs, shaping her pubic hair into an inverted triangle, covering two-thirds of her pubic area, which was covered by black panties. The panties were already a little damp at the genital area. I took off my mother's panties. My mother's labia were not dry and dark like those of women her age, but rather resembled succulent petals, with some color at the edges. At this point, my mother stopped struggling and covered her face with her hands to hide. I opened my mother's hands and looked at her face. My mother's cheeks were slightly flushed, like the flush of a virgin on her wedding night, which was exceptionally cute.

I lay on top of my mother again and kissed her. This time, I boldly slipped my tongue into her mouth, feeling the sweetness of her breath spreading everywhere. My hands roamed over her body, caressing her. Then, I arched my back, guiding my penis with my right hand, and found her vulva, still wet. From her clitoris down, past her labia and urethra, I reached the entrance to her vulva. I gently pressed the head of my penis against her labia minora and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm coming in." My mother let out a soft gasp, whether in response or excitement. "Mmm~"; I was like a general receiving a command, slowly lowering my waist, and my glans parted my mother's labia and went in. I could feel my mother's labia brushing against my glans, enveloping the entire glans. My mother let out a soft moan
: "Oh~" and hugged me with both hands. I thrust my waist and pushed my penis in to the hilt. My glans felt like it was entering
a paradise , feeling every fold and smoothness inside my mother; at this moment, my mother waved her fist and pounded on my back, biting my shoulder lightly with her teeth. I thought, at my mother's age, she shouldn't be
in pain like a young girl. It seems that my mother's secret path has not been visited for a long time, so she is still a little unaccustomed.

I stopped my penis deep inside my mother's secret passage, feeling the warmth within. I turned to look at her face; the blush on her cheeks was still there, her eyes tightly closed. I gently kissed her forehead, hugged her tighter, and carefully felt the temperature of her body—it seemed very hot. I threw the blanket up, covering our naked bodies. My lower body moved, each thrust accompanied by soft sounds from my mother. Although she didn't speak, she
began to rhythmically respond.

Carefully feeling each movement inside her, each envelopment felt like it was drawing me back into her body. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer. I sought my mother's lips again, kissing her passionately, while my lower body thrust deeply. My mother's buttocks began to respond to my thrusts.

Mom finally let out a long "Mmm~~" "Mom, I'm coming," Mom hugged me even tighter, I could even feel her nails digging into my back as I pushed my penis deep into the depths of her vagina. Mom's legs climbed onto my buttocks, crossing and holding me tightly, causing my penis to go in even further. I felt the tip of my glans pressing against a small opening in the vaginal wall. "Mom, Mom, be my wife, Mom... ah..."
My semen shot wildly
into the depths of Mom's vagina, which contracted wildly, tightly gripping my penis, as if trying to
draw me all back into her body.
Mom let out some moans, her long-suppressed sexual desire being released.
...

I lay on top of my mother, panting heavily, feeling her chest heaving with each breath, smelling her unique scent mixed with the scent of sex in the air. It felt like an eternity. A few minutes later, I got off her and lay down beside her, looking at her face, the blush just fading. I wanted to say something, but she reached out and touched my face, looking at me affectionately: "You have to keep your promise." I hugged her and kissed her hair: "Mom, I will make you happy."
(To be continued)
Let me write the "Spring" part first. Since it's called Spring, Summer, and Autumn, there are definitely many more stories to come.
I'll write them slowly. If you like it, please give it a thumbs up. If you don't, please forgive me, as my writing skills are limited. As for the story's realism, you can judge for yourselves. Stories are just for
fun, so let's have some fun!

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