Uncontrolled maternal love

Chapter 1

"Then I'm leaving now." Father put down his chopsticks, patted his belly with satisfaction, said goodbye to Mother and me, picked up the clothes from the coat rack by the door, and prepared to leave.

Mother also put down her chopsticks, helping Father with his luggage while reminding him to be careful and take care of himself while traveling. Father chuckled and replied, "Alright, alright, I'm away on the road for most of the year, what's there to worry about?" Although he said that, he was clearly pleased with Mother's concern. I also got up to help Mother pack her luggage, and Father patted my shoulder: "Son, with Dad not home and your brother living at school, you're the only man in the house. You need to listen to your mother, help her out, study hard, and don't let her worry about you." I nodded, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of Mom while you're away." As I spoke, I glanced meaningfully at Mother, who clearly understood the implied meaning in my words, and a blush rose on her fair face. Father nodded, oblivious to my presence, and took the handbag from Mother's hand. "I'm off then. You'll have to work hard these days." Mother waved her hand. "I'm not tired. But you, drive carefully. It's okay to drive slowly, as long as everyone is safe." Father didn't say anything more, nodded to Mother and me, and turned to go downstairs.

I didn't go back to the dining table, but rushed to the balcony and anxiously peered out. After about two minutes, I saw Father appear downstairs. After he started the car, I waved vigorously. Father obviously saw me too, honked the horn twice, and then the car slowly started and quickly turned out of the community gate and disappeared.

"Whoa!" I yelled, frantically kicking my shorts off the floor as I rushed to the kitchen. "Mom, Dad's gone!" My mother turned around, saw that my pants were off, and my semi-erect penis was dangling between my legs. Her face flushed, and she turned her head back, continuing her work while muttering, "What kind of behavior is this? Besides, your dad just left, and it's so early in the morning. You're trying to do...do that kind of thing, it's not good!" I ignored my mother's insincere words. Although we had crossed that final line more than a year ago, my mother still couldn't shake her shy nature as a virtuous wife and mother. I had done oral sex, vaginal sex, and anal sex, but she was ashamed to even utter the word "sex." But that was precisely my mother's charm. Although in bed my mother could abandon everything and cater to my lewd thoughts and actions as a mature woman simply yearning for sex, she would still blush when she saw me openly displaying my penis, which was familiar with every hole on her body.

I chuckled, "Mom, Dad's been home for three days, and I've been so bored. Besides, I have the day off today, so you have to let me have some fun... I need to relax." My mother looked at me with affection and nodded gently.

I walked behind her and lifted her nightgown. She slightly parted her legs, her hands on the edge of the sink, leaning forward, silently cooperating with my movements. I easily pulled her pink cotton panties down to her ankles. She lifted her leg, taking her right foot out of the panties. I simply let the rolled-up panties hang on her left ankle. Hehe, it looked rather lewd, more arousing than if she were completely naked.

Holding her plump, soft waist, I hooked a small stool over and stood on it. My mother also twisted her waist, raising her full, white buttocks higher towards me. Sigh, my father isn't short, my mother is 168cm tall and quite tall for a woman, and my brother is also very tall, so why am I like a mule? I'm almost fifteen and still not as tall as my mother. I shook my head, shaking off my inappropriate little frustration, swallowed, and pressed my already hard, almost-touching-my-stomach-scorching cock against my mother's paradise hidden beneath the lush grass. The menacing purple glans slowly parted my mother's two dark red labia, and with a "whoosh," it slid completely into my mother's not-yet-fully-wet vagina. The layers of fleshy folds inside the cavity were forced open by my hard cock, and the intense friction almost made me ejaculate immediately after holding back for several days.

After my penis was fully inserted, I paused for a moment. My mother relaxed her slightly tense muscles and slowly swayed her supple waist from side to side. I tried to reach my hand from under her crotch to the front to stimulate her clitoris. Soon, my sensitive mother's breathing became rapid. After a few more rubbings, my mother grabbed my hand and whispered, "Son, move, stop touching." I naturally didn't refuse. I held my mother's soft, fleshy, white buttocks with both hands and began to thrust back and forth vigorously. My large penis, disproportionate to my size, thrust forcefully in and out of my mother's already sufficiently wet vagina, producing lewd sounds.

As my penis continued to move in and out of my mother's slippery vulva, a large amount of nectar overflowed from her two tender labia. While thrusting my penis, I reached out and dipped my hand in the glistening love juice to tease my mother's small, brown anus. Although I'd been working on her for a few years, after I reminded her, my mother frequently practiced Kegel exercises. This allowed her anus to quickly and easily swallow my disproportionately large penis while maintaining sufficient tightness and elasticity, making me utterly captivated by my mother's anus... uh... my penis.

It's strange, really. When my mother initially only allowed me to use her anus to release my desires, I longed to possess her vagina like my father did. But after actually crossing that final line and invading her vagina, which had only ever accepted my father's penis for years, after the initial novelty wore off, I found my mother's anus more arousing. So now, when I have sex with my mother, I mostly prefer to penetrate her anus. Perhaps it's because I took her virginity from her anus; for me, the feeling of conquest is greater when my penis enters her tight anus. My mother didn't object to this. After all, in her view, although she had repeatedly tolerated my increasingly outrageous lewd behavior out of pampering, until I finally succumbed to the abyss of incest, deep down, the naive mother still felt uneasy about her betrayal of her husband. Satisfying me through anal sex could slightly alleviate this guilt. After all, the reason my mother initially allowed me to have anal sex with her was because she felt that the anus wasn't a sexual organ, and that using her anus to accommodate her son's penis was no different from using her hands or legs to make me ejaculate—it wasn't considered intercourse. Of course, now that I had fully explored all three of my body's orifices, my mother wouldn't have such a naive and almost ignorant thought, but compared to her vaginal openings, she was more accepting of anal sex. But

I digress. Let me bring my attention back to my mother's beautiful body before me. My mother's nightgown was rolled up to her armpits, and the back clasp of her pink bra was unhooked. I paused my lower body movements, pressing my entire body against my mother's smooth, bare back. My hands caressed her full breasts, playing with her plump, soft nipples, which were swollen like purple grapes. Occasionally, I squeezed and pulled them, eliciting soft moans from my mother.

I then explored her now soft and moist anus. Satisfied, I straightened up, pressed my mother's fair, plump buttocks down further, adjusted my position, and pressed my large, menacing purple glans against her slightly wriggling anus. With a sudden burst of force, I forced open her small anus. My mother groaned softly, her body swaying slightly, her sphincter muscles tightly gripping the glans that had just entered her anus. But she quickly relaxed, and I felt the pressure on the tip of my penis ease slightly. Then I began to slowly apply pressure. The dense folds of my mother's anus were completely flattened, and her rectum twitched and convulsed as it accepted the foreign object. I watched my dark, thick penis slowly disappear between my mother's fair, round buttocks, a lewd scene that always excited me.

My mother moaned softly, and my hands, which had been resting on her plump buttocks, unconsciously tightened, my fingers sinking into her flesh. Only when I felt my lower abdomen pressing against her round buttocks did I exhale, stopping my penis from penetrating any further, allowing my mother some time to adjust. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's small earlobe, then patted her buttocks, signaling that I was about to move. My mother twisted her waist. Without hesitation, I grabbed my mother's snow-white buttocks and began thrusting my penis, and my mother also tried to move her body to match my movements. Slowly, I held my mother's soft, plump body tightly, while my penis thrust heavily into her hot rectum, the intense movements accompanied by the resounding "slap! slap! slap" of flesh colliding.

The more fiercely I fucked my mother, the more violently her snow-white, plump buttocks shook, her thighs spread wide, making it easier for my penis to penetrate deeper and deeper into her rectum with each thrust—it felt so incredibly good.

"Ah..." With my mother's twisting waist and trembling hips, I quickly reached the climax of ejaculation. I gripped my mother's snowy buttocks tightly with both hands, trying to spread her two thick buttocks apart. After a violent thrust that seemed to squeeze both testicles in, my penis sank all the way into my mother's anus. Immediately afterward, white semen spurted from the tip of my glans and shot deep into my mother's rectum.

After ejaculating, I was still lying on my mother's back, my penis throbbing and releasing the remaining semen deep in my mother's anus. I squinted my eyes, enjoying the pleasure brought to me by the involuntary contractions and spasms of my mother's rectum after the stimulation of ejaculation. The highly elastic anal walls firmly enveloped my penis, which was slowly shrinking after ejaculation. My mother knew that I had not released on her for several days and that once was definitely not enough, so she obediently accepted my riding and pressing.

Not long after, my penis regained its strength, and without pulling it out of my mother's anus, I began thrusting vigorously, using the semen I had previously ejaculated as lubrication. My mother then began to moan sweetly again… That day, from morning until noon, I hardly left my mother's beautiful body, ejaculating five times in her rectum and vagina. By the last time, the semen had become very thin, and my penis was red, swollen, and stinging from overuse. My mother was also exhausted and in pain, and in the end, she was too weak to maintain her kneeling position. Her upper body was lying on the sink, allowing me to thrust into her anus at will while I lay on her back. Because I didn't pull out after each ejaculation and continued to enjoy the pleasure brought to my penis by the contractions of my mother's anus or vagina, when I finally got off my mother, her vagina and anus could not close immediately, and I could see the cloudy semen slowly dripping from her vagina and anus. Later, my mother told me that for the next few days she had to be extremely careful when walking and doing things, because even the slightest exertion would cause thick semen to flow from her vagina and anus. She changed her underwear very frequently during those days.

Around the same time, the hotel where my mother worked was selected as one of our city's model units for reform and opening up and underwent restructuring. It received investment from a Hong Kong hotel and became a joint venture, resulting in significant changes to its management. Because my mother was relatively young, had a striking figure and appearance, spoke good Mandarin, and was experienced, she was promoted to manager of the catering department.

This brought me a new benefit, because the hotel regulations required female employees to wear skirts with stockings or pantyhose and high heels. One day, when my mother came home to rest at noon and I was having sex with her, she hadn't changed out of her work uniform because she had gotten off work a little late. I was surprised to find that my mother's plump buttocks and beautiful legs looked especially sexy against the backdrop of flesh-colored semi-transparent stockings and black high heels. The soft and silky stockings tightly wrapped my mother's slender and plump thighs, and they felt smooth and soft to the touch, which was very comfortable. Moreover, it was easier for me to have sex with my mother when she was wearing a skirt than when she was wearing pants. If I pulled my penis out and my mother put down her skirt, there would basically be no flaws.

For convenience and safety, my mother gradually got used to wearing skirts and stockings. This way, when I wanted to enjoy her anus or vagina, I only needed to lift her skirt and pull her underwear down a little. Basically, every day at noon when I came home from school, if my mother was cooking, I would rush into the room, throw down my schoolbag, close the door, enter the kitchen, take out my penis, lift her skirt and pull down her underwear, and thrust it into her. This series of actions was almost done in one go, taking no more than fifteen seconds. Every time, my mother would be startled by me, and her muscles would clench instinctively, making me shudder with pleasure as soon as I penetrated her.

After protesting this act of adultery, I restrained myself a little, but my mother had to accept the reality that I would have sex with her anus or vagina every noon. However, this meant that my mother changed her underwear much more frequently. Almost every pair of my mother's underwear had been soaked with semen from her anus or vagina (my mother didn't ask me to use condoms, mainly because she had her tubal ligation, which benefited me, as I always enjoyed the pleasure of ejaculating inside her).

This gave me another opportunity. After my persistent persuasion, and because changing underwear several times a day was not only inconvenient but also likely to arouse suspicion from other family members, my mother finally shyly agreed to not wear underwear at home.

So every day after work, my mother would always rush to the bathroom to take off her underwear and put it in her bag. I also increasingly enjoyed silently going straight to the kitchen while my mother was cooking, closing the door, lifting my mother's skirt, and skillfully inserting my already hard penis into her anus or vagina. With one hand, I would knead my mother's plump buttocks and beautiful legs covered by pantyhose or stockings, and with the other hand, I would reach around to the front to play with my mother's full and soft breasts, while enjoying the pleasure that my penis received from my mother's tight anus or warm vulva.

When no one was home on weekends, my mother would wear stockings and pantyhose of various colors—black, white, and other colors—that I had specifically asked her to buy (back then, unlike now, nude-colored stockings were in fashion). She would pose in various lewd positions as I requested, allowing me to release my youthful desires onto her voluptuous body until the stockings were stained with semen flowing from her anus and vulva. I even tried inserting my penis directly into her anus while she was wearing pantyhose (not the open-crotch kind). The delicate silk wrapped around my penis, rubbing against her vaginal walls, and I felt so good that I almost ejaculated in a few strokes. That day, I ejaculated particularly violently, leaving a large pool of semen on the anal area of her ultra-thin black pantyhose. However, because this easily damaged the pantyhose, and the friction of the stockings against her rectum wasn't comfortable for her, she usually didn't approve of me doing this, only allowing me to do it once every one or two months.

That morning, as I was enthusiastically fucking my mother's plump buttocks encased in flesh-gray transparent open-crotch stockings, she turned her head to me, saying, while I was vigorously fucking her anus, "I got a call from your uncle yesterday. The apartment his company helped us with is finished, and we can pay and get the keys next month. You're off this weekend, right? Why don't you come with Mom to see the apartment?" "Sure, but I don't know if it'll be as convenient in the new apartment. What will I do if I want Mom later?" I slowed down my thrusting in my mother's tight anus, feeling a bit unenthusiastic. "Hmm...

a little harder... silly child, as long as your dad is out driving, there will always be a chance. Besides, if all else fails, ah, I'll just wait until you're on vacation and go to a hotel so Mom can let you have your way... Oh, hurry up and do it, don't be late for school." Seeing that I was a little unhappy, my mother flattered me by forcefully contracting her anus a few times, which gave me a good, pleasurable feeling.

I thrust in and out vigorously dozens of times, patting my mother's plump, silky buttocks: "Mom, lift your buttocks higher, and squeeze them together like before." My mother simply placed her hands on her knees, exposing her entire beautiful and alluring anus to me without any cover. At the same time, she forcefully contracted her sphincter muscles, tightly gripping my penis. It felt like a soft, warm little hand gripping my penis, moving tighter and looser. A faint suction came from deep within my mother's anus, making my glans feel incredibly aroused.

I vigorously squeezed and kneaded my mother's plump, fleshy buttocks encased in flesh-gray pantyhose, feeling the silky smoothness and fleshiness through my fingertips. I thrust my hips rapidly back and forth, wantonly thrusting in and out of my mother's light brown anus, which was stretched smooth by my penis, occasionally inserting into my mother's nectar-filled vagina for lubrication. My mother, hands on her knees, arched her sexy, stockinged buttocks high, completely exposing her most private and sacred place to her son. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, obscuring her dreamy eyes and flushed, pale face. Her slightly parted red lips emitted soft moans with each of my vigorous thrusts, making her unrecognizable from her former dignified and beautiful self.

In this position, so satisfying to conquer and exhausting, with one final, powerful thrust, my penis plunged deep into my mother's rectum, throbbing and ejaculating large gushes of white semen that pounded against her anal walls.

My hands sank deep into my mother's plump buttocks. My mother bent her legs slightly, her hands now supporting her on the ground, receiving the onslaught of her son's semen in a wanton and seductive pose. After I ejaculated, I pulled out my sticky penis with a "pop" sound. I casually smeared the semen and vaginal fluid stuck to my penis on my mother's beautiful legs in stockings. I used my thumbs to spread my mother's slowly closing anus and watched the white semen stick to the red flesh wall and slowly slide down. I smiled with satisfaction.

My mother straightened up only after I signaled her, frowning as she touched the semen I had smeared on her crotch. She tapped my forehead with disapproval: "You little rascal, you always like doing these disgusting things. Now I have to go to work with your filth on me again." I chuckled stupidly, not daring to answer. Once I got off my mother, our relationship returned to that of a normal mother and son. My mother was still gentle yet strict, and I was still that son who loved her but was also a little afraid of her.

My mother simply wiped our lower bodies with toilet paper, straightened my wrinkled pantyhose in front of the mirror, dressed myself, and helped me straighten my collar. She nodded with satisfaction, "Let's go, don't be late." My mother and I walked out the door side by side, chatting and laughing, nodding and greeting the neighbors along the way. At an intersection, we parted ways, heading towards the school and the hotel, respectively. When I waved goodbye to my mother, we looked no different from any other mother and son in the city. Perhaps only the lingering, erotic smell in the bedroom and the semen still clinging to her thighs beneath her skirt and stockings revealed the unusual relationship between us—oh, and the semen I ejaculated inside her tight anus!

Chapter Two

The morning at school passed quickly. Since my mother's mature, voluptuous body became my outlet for excess desire, I've actually become more motivated to study—if my grades drop, my mother will reduce the frequency of our sex life; conversely, if my grades are good, she'll be happy and blush as she agrees to some erotic games. For my own sexual happiness, my enthusiasm for studying is now increasingly high.

After quickly tidying my desk, I and a few classmates chatted and laughed as we turned off the school gate onto the road, joining the vast sea of bicycles. With limited time at noon, everyone rode at a brisk pace, and I quickly parked my bike downstairs at my apartment building.

My mother was already home; I could smell the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen even before I entered. I quietly opened and locked the door, then quickly pulled down my pants and tiptoed into the kitchen, naked from the waist down. Hehe, my grandmother had been taken to Hebei by my second aunt to visit her grandchildren two weeks ago, and my father was away on a road trip for at least three more days. With the door closed, it was just my mother and me at home, so I was happy to take the opportunity to be a little more carefree.

The flames on the gas stove burned quietly, the soup pot made a soft bubbling sound, and the rich aroma of beef broth filled the air. My mother took off her coat, revealing a long white floral apron, and was chopping vegetables with her back to me. Her full, fleshy buttocks stretched the light blue apron tightly, and as she leaned forward while chopping, it naturally outlined an alluring curve from her slender waist to her full hips.

Her long, slender legs were clad in flesh-colored pantyhose—heh, the greyish-flesh ones she wore this morning were probably stained with my semen, so she had changed them—and she wore black patent leather pointed high heels. Her hair was neatly combed back into a bun, revealing her snow-white neck.

I couldn't help but swallow. My mother turned around alertly, and seeing my unsightly craning eyes and erect penis, she was both amused and annoyed, and shyly told me to leave. Already completely aroused by my mother's office lady outfit, stockings, and high heels, I naturally wouldn't listen. With a sly grin, I pressed myself against her from behind. Before she could react, I grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, pulled it up to her waist, and then greedily kneaded her smooth, soft, fleshy buttocks.

My mother only slightly swayed her plump buttocks, protesting, "Wait a minute, Mom's chopping vegetables!" I completely ignored her, continuing to fondle her full, fleshy buttocks. I even used one hand to reach around to her lower abdomen, stroking her thick, soft pubic hair and her two soft, moist labia through her stockings, my middle finger gently thrusting in and out of her warm, jade-like vulva.

Since we became intimate, my mother's mature body has become increasingly sensitive under the nourishment of my vigorous penis. As I caressed her genitals and buttocks, her breathing became less gentle and even. The crotch of her pantyhose, which I had guided into her vagina with my middle finger, was now damp. Her pearly white teeth gently bit her lower lip, and her full thighs slowly parted wider, slowing the chopping motions in her hands.

I could no longer suppress my surging desire. I pressed down on my mother's slender waist, making her lift her plump, round, silky buttocks. I pulled her flesh-colored pantyhose down to her thighs, and my throbbing, almost painfully erect penis eagerly and smoothly plunged into her already overflowing, tender vagina, thrusting fiercely.

My mother's round, snowy buttocks pressed against my lower abdomen, like a water-filled balloon, supple and elastic.

With each thrust, my mother's full, round buttocks were pushed forward, only to be pulled back by my hands gripping her waist to receive the next fierce impact. My lower abdomen slammed against my mother's buttocks, producing a series of crisp, fleshy sounds.

My mother had already stopped what she was doing, her head resting on her crossed forearms, her cheeks flushed. With each of my vigorous thrusts, her brows furrowed and relaxed repeatedly, her fair face now glistening with desire. Her juices flowed from her red, muddy vulva, leaving trails of lustful moisture on the flesh-colored stockings that covered her smooth, slender legs. She strained to raise her pink buttocks high, letting her son's hard, hot cock roam freely over the softest, most secret part of her buttocks.

After hundreds of thrusts, I pulled my monstrous cock, covered in the fluids of both mother and son, from my mother's wet, beautiful vulva and expertly thrust it into her tender anus. My mother's hair, disheveled from my violent thrusts, was now spread across the table, her long, glossy black hair cascading down. Her flushed cheeks were pressed against the table, and she held her full, white buttocks in her hands, her tight, supple anus bearing the thrusts of my thick penis.

My right hand reached up to her chest, kneading her full breasts beneath her shirt, while my left hand fiercely gripped her thighs, which were clad in flesh-colored pantyhose. My penis thrust forcefully into the depths of her small anus. Her once smooth buttocks were now wet and sticky, her anus, penetrated by my young penis, seemed like melted oil, making soft squelching sounds with each thrust. Her vagina had been gushing with lustful fluids as my penis violated her anus, and my scrotum, touching it, could feel the heat within.

My relentless thrusting caused my mother's body to tremble uncontrollably. Her nipples hardened and stood erect, her tight anus clenching around my penis, opening and closing in perfect harmony with my thrusts, bringing me even greater pleasure.

Meanwhile, my left leg continued to rub against my mother's silk-stockinged legs, enjoying the multiple pleasures my beloved mature mother in her stockings was giving me.

My mother felt a slight, throbbing pain in her anus as my penis filled it, the hard glans scraping against the soft, folded walls of her intestines. Every subtle sensation made her heart tremble, not to mention the electric shock-like feeling from each of my powerful thrusts. Although my mother was already familiar with this feeling, she still couldn't help but tremble every time.

My son's thick, hard, and hot penis rudely forced open her most intimate and tender anus, ramming and thrusting inside her rectum, making my mother feel as if her body was melting into my son's strong penis.

As I rode my penis deep inside my mother's soft, supple anus, she moaned softly, "Ah...ah..." The tender flesh of her rectum slid against my glans, sending waves of ecstatic pleasure through her. Her moans grew increasingly rapid and sharp, her plump, white buttocks trembling with each thrust. Suddenly, her body tensed, her anus clamping tightly around my penis, her body trembling violently.

I had been holding back for a long time; now, with my penis deep inside her rectum, the soft, wrinkled walls of her rectum undulating around my shaft, I immediately released my semen, ejaculating deep inside her, releasing the second wave of semen I had ejaculated inside her that day. As I ejaculated, I held my mother's body, one hand grasping her breast, the other caressing her full thighs encased in glossy flesh-colored stockings, pressing against her back.

Several minutes passed, and my mother's breathing returned to normal. She gently patted my buttocks with her back hand, and I reluctantly pulled my now limp penis out of her anus. Still feeling unsatisfied, I rubbed the semen and vaginal fluid from my penis against my mother's silk-stockinged legs. The delicate touch of the silk made my limp penis, which had just ejaculated, still feel exceptionally comfortable.

My mother, who had been lying prone for a while, propped herself up and affectionately tapped my forehead with her index finger. "You, you think about this as soon as you get back. You were just here this morning. When are you going to change this impatient temper of yours? At the parent-teacher conference after the last monthly exam, your teacher said that if you hadn't been so hasty in handing in your papers early for several subjects and had checked them carefully, your scores would have been even higher and your ranking would have been higher..." "Mom, I'm hungry!" I quickly interrupted my mother. Seriously, your anus was still dripping with sticky white semen from where I just ejaculated, and you immediately switched the topic to my studies. This scene was too bizarre. I was worried that things might develop to the point where my mother would discuss my studies while I was passionately thrusting into her. If that happened, I'd definitely become impotent.

My mother rolled her eyes at me. "Now you know you're hungry? You just got back and you're already trying to take advantage of me. Back then, even if you had a piece of dragon meat in front of you, you probably wouldn't have looked at it. I should let you go hungry for a few meals to teach you a lesson." Saying this, my mother quickly and efficiently cleaned up the mess between my legs, put her clothes back on, and busied herself serving me rice and dishes. Within minutes, I was sitting at the table wolfing down my food.

"You eat first, Mom's going to get some soup… Hey, slow down, no one's going to take it from you." My mother gave me a few words of advice before hurrying into the kitchen, leaving a fragrant trail behind.

A little while later, my mother brought the soup to the table. Seeing me scoop a spoonful and drink it with gusto, a satisfied smile appeared on my mother's beautiful face, still flushed from the passion, before she served herself a bowl of rice and sat down to eat.

My mother always ate slowly, chewing her food carefully. Although I ate quickly, I had a large appetite. I finished three bowls of soup, and my mother had just finished hers. She then served us each a bowl of soup.

With our stomachs full, my mind started to wander again. I reached under the table and rubbed my foot against my mother's round, stocking-clad calves. My mother glanced at me but didn't say anything. Just as I was about to follow the trail to her thighs, my mother stood up and began clearing the table.

I grinned and moved closer to her, saying I'd help her, but my hands were already restless, lifting her skirt and touching her round, pert buttocks, enjoying the smooth, silky feel and the friction against her delicate skin.

My mother's buttocks were round and pert, accentuating her slender waist, like a perfectly round, large snowball. The white, smooth flesh was plump and tender, full of alluring elasticity. After putting on the flesh-colored ultra-thin pantyhose, the thin silk covering her entire lower body stretched taut against her fair skin, becoming light and translucent. The gossamer-thin fabric clung tightly to her skin like a second skin, making her fair skin appear even more rounded and tender beneath the stockings. Her plump buttocks looked ripe and alluring, adding to her seductive charm.

Unfortunately, before I could touch them a few times, my mother slapped away my hands that were wandering around her buttocks, telling me to go take a nap, otherwise I wouldn't be able to concentrate in class that afternoon. When it came to my studies, my mother was never ambiguous.

Knowing my mother's temper, I didn't dare to disobey again and obediently withdrew my hand. However, I still made a request to her, "Mom, after you're all dressed up, can you sleep with me for a while? I want to cuddle with you." My mother gave me a disapproving look. "Alright, alright, my little darling, go to sleep now." I then kissed my mother on the cheek, went into the room, quickly stripped naked, and crawled into bed to wait for her.

I had intended to cuddle with her a little longer after she arrived, but the intensity of high school studies was too great. Lying on the warm and comfortable bed, smelling the sun-dried scent on the blankets, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

In my hazy state, I felt a soft, voluptuous body slip into the blankets and hug me from behind.

Although I was still very sleepy, I instinctively turned around and hugged my mother. My mother chuckled softly and pulled me closer to her. Her two long, slender legs in stockings intertwined with mine, and her full breasts pressed against my chin. I murmured contentedly, my hand sliding down my mother's slender waist to her round, plump buttocks, wrapped in delicate silk, and kneaded them briefly. Satisfied, I drifted off to sleep, our bodies intertwined.

The alarm clock shrieked, forcing me to wake from my deep sleep. I yawned wistfully and stretched. My afternoon nap today was of high quality; although I'd only slept for less than an hour, I felt refreshed upon waking.

My mother was already up. Seeing that I was up too, she urged me to get dressed and leave. I quickly dressed and washed my face. My mother was already waiting for me at the door.

I hurried out, and as I passed her, I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, earning a glare from her. "You're a high school student now, still acting like a child." I chuckled sheepishly and didn't say anything, then went downstairs with my mother.

Just like in the morning, after parting ways with my mother at the intersection, we went to work and school separately. A few hours later, as night fell, my mother and I would return home, close the door, and continue our immoral and perverse game.

Time quickly passed, and the weekend arrived. I accompanied my mother to see the new house. It was in a newly built community in our city, located a bit further away than our current community, but the construction of the house itself and the surrounding infrastructure were much better than before. There were also two bus lines passing by the community entrance, making it quite convenient for both going to school and work. Moreover, the house layout was good, with a garage downstairs. Since it was a collectively funded housing project, considered a benefit for my uncle's procuratorate employees, the price was very favorable. My mother expressed her satisfaction on the spot, and I naturally had no objections.

A few days later, when my father returned from his work trip, my mother excitedly told him about the house. My father waved his hand and said: "Go pay the money." What pleased me most was that, after discussions with my parents and grandmother, my grandmother, being too old to climb the stairs, would live in the garage on the first floor. With my brother also living at school, only my parents, my father, and I would actually live on the fourth floor. Hehe, that meant that whenever my father went out, it would just be my mother and me at home, and no one would bother us—I could do whatever I wanted!

After paying the money, we quickly got the keys. My father took two weeks off to work on the renovations and moving. The renovations took about ten days—back then, renovations weren't as extensive as they are now; it was mostly just painting, installing ceilings, and sanding the floors, and ten days was already quite a long time.

After the renovations were finished, it was time to move. My father first used a truck to haul the large furniture and appliances in two trips, and for the remaining lighter and more fragile items, he asked my uncle to borrow a van from his workplace.

This time, I had already made up my mind: last time during the move, I couldn't actually penetrate my mother in the truck, so this time I was going to make up for that regret. The mere thought of raping my mother right under my father's nose made my genitals throb painfully.

During the final weekend of the move, my brother took leave from school to come home and help. Although we didn't have any large items, we filled about twenty boxes and bags of various sizes with all sorts of odds and ends. After loading them into the truck, there was barely enough space for our family to sit.

While loading, I deliberately piled everything on the middle seat of the van, so that after loading, only the driver's seat and the back seats would be available.

However, there was still a major obstacle—my mother was wearing long pants for work, and getting her to take them off in the truck for my pleasure was practically impossible. I had to think of a way… "Ouch!" "Oh, Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't see you behind me." With my mother's exclamation, I turned around casually, bumping into her as she entered the room, and promptly poured the entire glass of cola I was holding onto her legs.

My mother didn't suspect anything, only grumbling a few times before telling me to quickly get her a new pair of pants from the remaining clothes. I readily agreed, pushing my mother into the bathroom. "Mom, wait here, I'll get it for you." After rummaging through the clothes already packed in the suitcase, I grabbed the clothes and ran back to the bathroom door. "Mom, open the door, I brought your clothes." My mother opened the door a crack, letting me pass the clothes in. Tsk, my mother is really something. I know her body like the back of my hand, and we've been naked together in bed countless times, yet she's still so shy and guarded in this situation.

I reached in, using my shoulder to push the door open, and squeezed into the bathroom myself.

"You, how did you get in?! Get out!" My mother was both ashamed and surprised, using the clothes in her hand to cover her lower body, which had already been stripped down to her underwear.

"Hehehe, it's okay, Mom, I just saw that Dad and my brother are downstairs! I came to help you change." I replied with a shameless smile.

"Hmph! You child..." My mother walked to the bedside, lifted the curtain, and looked downstairs. Confirming that my father and brother were both downstairs, she relaxed a little and didn't insist I go out anymore. However, when her gaze returned to the clothes in her hands, she immediately sternly retorted, "I told you to get me a pair of pants, why did you bring this?!" What I handed my mother was a black midi skirt and... a pair of flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose.

(Back then, open-crotch pantyhose weren't available for purchase; my mother had altered them herself at my repeated requests. The opening was small and discreet, but enough to satisfy her desire for me to have sex with her while she wore them.) Seeing this, how could my mother not understand the lewd thoughts in my mind?

I quickly stepped forward and grabbed my mother's arm. "Mom, we tried it last time we moved, and Dad and my brother didn't notice. Please be merciful and let me have some fun this time. It's much safer than last time..." "Hmph, you, all you ever think about is this." After all, it's been more than two years since my mother started letting me penetrate her anus to relieve her lust. My mother has become more and more used to and accepting of my various fantasies and lewd thoughts. Under my persistent pleading and cajoling, and also because she was worried that if she stayed with me for too long, my father and brother might come upstairs and see us, my mother gave up resisting after a few words. With a hint of shyness, a hint of trepidation, and a deeply hidden excitement, she obediently took off her underwear and put on open-crotch pantyhose and a skirt.

I chuckled, "Mom, relax, they won't notice. It's not like it's the first time I've dressed like this." My mother ignored me, adjusted herself in front of the mirror, then turned and tapped my forehead. "You little pervert...you rascal!" I chuckled silently, already anticipating the romantic scene that would unfold in the car. Moving things didn't feel tiring at all; I just wanted to get everything in the car quickly so I could be with my mother...hahaha, just thinking about it made me hard. I quickly composed myself.

The whole family worked together, and the remaining items were quickly loaded into the car. Just like the last move, my father drove, my brother sat in the passenger seat, and I happily sat with my mother in the back. Not only were there two rows of seats between us, but there were also numerous bags and other items piled on the seats. Even if my father and brother turned their bodies completely, they could only see my mother from the shoulders up. With my mother sitting on my lap, they could barely see me.

As soon as the car started, my brother pulled out a Game Boy (the famous Nintendo handheld game console; those interested can search it up on Baidu) borrowed from a classmate and started playing games with complete concentration. I was overjoyed; now it was safer!

Unexpectedly, although my father was focused on driving, he didn't turn around and complained a few times about piling things on the middle seat. I could only scratch my head and smile foolishly. My mother, however, smoothed things over for me: "Honey, it's convenient to put things here. It's inconvenient to carry things up and down the car, and it'll save you some trouble later." I secretly gave my mother a thumbs up, but she didn't appreciate it at all and secretly pinched my thigh, almost making me cry out in pain.

Then, as my mother was playing with her hair, she glanced at me, her beautiful eyes filled with doting affection and a mischievous smile. That unintentional girlish charm in a mature woman made me instantly stunned.

Since I started having a physical relationship with my mother, although she doesn't act like the absurd characters in erotic novels who abandon their dignity and become sex toys for their sons, her interactions with me have become more like those of lovers… Back when we first started anal sex, she would never have agreed to go panty-free and prepare to satisfy my desires under my father and brother's noses. But now, she readily accepts it and even has the leisure to joke with me, which gives me a real sense of accomplishment, and my love for her grows stronger. As

soon as the car started moving, I couldn't wait to slip my hand under my mother's skirt and caress her thighs and buttocks. My mother straddled my lap, her legs spread apart, the sheer stockings under her skirt outlining the smooth curves of her legs. The silky touch from my hand and the warmth of her full body immediately aroused my already engorged penis, which pressed hard against her buttocks.

I gestured for my mother to lift her buttocks slightly so I could unzip my pants and release my hard penis from the constraints of her clothing. When my mother sat down again, my burning cock pressed directly between her thighs, tightly gripped by her flesh-colored pantyhose. The swollen shaft rubbed against the finely textured, semi-transparent flesh-colored pantyhose, a sensation so pleasurable it made me lose all sense of direction.

I thrust my powerful penis in and out between her stockinged thighs, while my hands climbed up from under her shirt and caressed her full breasts. My mother glanced nervously at my father, who was driving, then looked out the window, pushing my hands down and only allowing them to rest on her waist.

I didn't insist. One hand caressed my mother's smooth, silk-stockinged legs, while the other reached between her thighs, kneading her genitals through the pantyhose. Soon, my cock, rubbing against her labia, felt a slight wetness. Heh, my mother's body had become even more sensitive after my second encounter.

"Mom, I'm going in!" I whispered heavily in my mother's ear.

My mother slightly raised her buttocks, using her fingers to part the opening of her pantyhose. My erect penis almost instantly sprang to life, thrusting straight between her legs. The large glans slid twice against her labia before smoothly penetrating her overflowing, wet vulva.

My mother groaned softly, gripping the back of the front seat tightly with both hands. Two blushes rose on her fair cheeks, and her breathing became labored. Fortunately, the distance and the slightly open car window completely masked her movements with the wind and the noise of the car.

And so, with her buttocks slightly raised, my hot penis began to thrust in and out of her. To be honest, this position didn't allow for much movement, and I also had to be careful not to let my father and brother find out. The physical pleasure wasn't nearly as intense as when we were fully engaged in sex in bed. However, the tension and excitement of having my father so close while we were having an affair was far stronger than usual.

After thrusting like this for dozens of times—a tiring position, after all—the car bounced over a pothole, and my mother's legs gave way, causing her to land on my lap. This caused my glans to scrape against the tender flesh of her vagina and thrust all the way to the bottom, firmly pressing against her cervix.

I gasped in pleasure, but my mother couldn't withstand the sudden, intense stimulation and cried out, "Ah!"

The sound startled both of us. My father, obviously hearing it, immediately asked, "What's wrong, wife?" My brother also put down his game console and turned around, looking back with concern.

Mother was surprisingly quick-witted today: "It's nothing, I just lost my grip and got jolted. But you, drive carefully, don't drive over potholes." Father chuckled: "Then you'd better hold on tight from now on, the road ahead is going to be bumpy. Second son, before we got in the car you said you were all grown up and could even carry your mom, so hold her tight." "Yes, ma'am!" I replied loudly and exaggeratedly, wrapping my arms tightly around Mother's slender waist. Mother turned and smiled at me, then turned back, saying, "You drive carefully, your son and I are both seated." Sure enough, the road ahead became much bumpier, which was undoubtedly a boon for me. With each bounce of the car, Mother's full, round buttocks tossed up and down, her soft, moist vulva moving in and out, teasing my penis.

Each time I thrust, I would grab my mother's waist and pull her down, allowing my thick, long penis to effortlessly penetrate her honeypot, pounding against her tender, sensitive cervix. This made her breathing increasingly uneven, and her glazed eyes seemed to be dripping with desire. Luckily,

my mother was alert, keeping her head down; otherwise, if my father or brother saw her aroused state in the rearview mirror, things would definitely be bad. But at this moment, I quite admired my brother; even on such a bumpy road, he was still engrossed in playing on his small screen, which inadvertently reduced the risk for me.

Taking advantage of my mother's dazed state, my hand restlessly moved up from her waist, slipping under the edge of her bra, caressing her soft, full breasts. My mother's nipples were already hard and erect; as I kneaded and played with them with my fingers, her breathing noticeably quickened. My mother was clearly struggling to withstand the double penetration, whispering, "Stop...stop playing around, take your hands off." Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged, making her incredibly alluring.

I didn't dare push my luck; if things went too far and my father and the others found out, it would be too much of a shock. I obediently pulled my hands away and considerately adjusted her bra. After doing that, I pecked her round, white earlobe. "Mom, let's switch to the back." My mother hummed in response, obediently lifting her round buttocks. I held my penis in one hand and parted her plump buttocks with the other, the soft, luscious flesh sliding open like oil, revealing her tight anus. I rubbed my glans, covered in her nectar, against her small anus a few times before slowly pushing it in. Under the pressure of my large penis, her snow-white buttocks were forced inwards, the pink flesh squeezing around and gripping my throbbing shaft.

My mother's tightly closed anus was stretched taut by my penis, becoming perfectly round without a single wrinkle. The anal sphincter gripped the head and neck of my penis tightly. At this point, I stopped pushing forcefully into my mother's anus, allowing her to adjust slightly.

After a short while, my mother's sphincter relaxed, and she slowly lowered her body, gently swallowing my penis into her tight, warm anus. From then on, I didn't need to exert any effort at all. My mother used the bumps of the car to move her tender anus up and down, swallowing my thick penis. Although the movements weren't large, with the help of gravity, my mother's tight anus swallowed my entire penis each time. The folded intestinal walls scraped against my glans, sending shivers of pleasure through me. The elastic, soft anal flesh gripped my penis tightly, making me almost moan with pleasure.

Moreover, with my mother sitting on my lap, her plump, beautiful flesh, encased in flesh-colored, semi-transparent pantyhose, completely covered my lower body. Even our shoes were off, and I was constantly rubbing my mother's beautiful, silk-stockinged feet. My hands roamed tirelessly over her silk-stockinged legs, fully enjoying the delicate, smooth touch of the stockings and my mother's voluptuous, mature body.

Inside my mother's soft, warm anus, rings of moist flesh wrapped around my penis, her plump, silk-stockinged buttocks trembling like milk jelly with each thrust, creating waves of flesh.

After being teased like this by my mother's anus for about six or seven minutes, I felt my penis was nearing its climax. I immediately told my mother to raise her buttocks as high as possible, and I, in a horse stance, embraced her plump, smooth buttocks, vigorously thrusting my hips into her anus. My mother's flesh-colored pantyhose were stained dark with water at the crotch, her buttocks were slippery, and her anus, penetrated by my hot cock, felt like melted grease, making soft squelching sounds as I thrust in and out.

My mother knew I was about to ejaculate, but she was afraid that my movements would attract the attention of my father and brother, so she cooperated by sinking her waist down as much as possible, her round buttocks encased in the flesh-colored pantyhose arching back as she

tried her best. At the same time, she kept relaxing and tightening her sphincter muscles as I thrust in and out, and it felt like a soft, warm little hand was squeezing my cock deep inside her rectum, giving me even more intense stimulation and pleasure. After about twenty or thirty vigorous but strenuous thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and was about to ejaculate. I quickly increased the speed of my thrusts, gripped my mother's plump, stockinged thighs tightly with both hands, and thrust my cock hard into my mother's anus, inserting it all the way in. The fleshy walls of my mother's rectum immediately wrapped around my penis and kept writhing. I relaxed my grip, my penis trembling violently as I ejaculated thick semen deep into my mother's rectum.

Afterward, my legs went weak, and I slumped back into my seat, clutching my mother. My leg muscles were still trembling wildly; that position had been incredibly strenuous. Two more minutes and my legs would have cramped. I leaned

against my mother's back, panting. She glanced nervously ahead: my father and brother, one driving and the other playing a game, were completely unaware of what was happening behind them. She finally breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out a prepared towel, and shifted her body slightly to let my limp penis slip out of her anus. She quickly wrapped the towel around my penis, now covered in the fluids of both mother and son, and wiped it clean. She then quickly cleaned her own crotch, taking a few deep breaths to check for any odor.

Thankfully, the car window had been open, the wind was strong, and with the prompt cleanup, there was no smell. My mother crumpled the towel into a ball, put it in a plastic bag, and placed it next to the seat. She then quietly put on her underwear (which I had taken off and stuffed in my pocket earlier), gesturing for me to quickly tuck my penis back into my pants and zip it up. At the same time, she whispered, "Don't forget to take this bag with you when you get off the bus and throw it in the trash." I nodded in agreement, zipped up my pants, and then placed my hands on my mother's ample buttocks and beautiful legs—my favorite.

Once everything was mostly settled at home, my father's vacation was over, and he hurriedly returned to work. After seeing my father off, I couldn't wait to lock the door and pull my mother into the room. On the newly bought large bed—which we had just bought after moving to our new house, and which my father had barely slept on—I made my mother pose in various positions, changing her into almost every color of stockings and pantyhose in the house. I used my young, hot, thick semen to thoroughly irrigate every part of my mother's plump and alluring body that could be penetrated... her wet, slippery vagina, her tight anus, her gentle little mouth. When I finally collapsed weakly onto the sheets soaked with the sweat and bodily fluids of my mother and son, my mother was also exhausted. Her thick labia were open, and the white semen slowly overflowed from her vagina, flowing down her buttocks to her anus. Her originally elastic and tightly closed anus was also manipulated until it was wide open and unable to close for a moment, with her anal bud slightly turned out and exposed to the air.

A stream of cloudy white semen slowly trickled down the engorged, reddened anus, merging with the semen flowing from the vagina and pooling on the sheet beneath the mother's buttocks.

Looking down, the mother's alluring, full thighs were encased in a pair of ultra-thin, flesh-gray transparent stockings, now clearly stained with several wet streaks and dried semen stains, and torn in a few places. The exposed, snow-white flesh of her legs was made even more sensual by the flesh-gray stockings. Above, a pool of semen could be seen between the mother's heaving, full breasts, her rosy lips slightly parted as she breathed heavily, semen also smeared at the corners of her mouth, her eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed, and her brows showing both exhaustion and satisfaction.

I was really pent up during my father's two-week stay at home. Aside from the last time I had sex with my mother in the car during the move, we only had one other quick encounter while my father was renovating the new house. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to have sex with her in the car. Now I've finally released all my pent-up energy, and of course, I'm going to have sex until I'm completely exhausted… completely drained. My mother is the same; my father was busy with the renovations and moving, and he was exhausted every day. He basically fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Although we'd had sex a few times, for my mother, who had gradually become accustomed to my burgeoning adolescent desires—at least once a day—the pleasure her son brought was far more intense. Moreover, my mother was in her late forties, a time when her sensitive body, deeply stimulated by me, couldn't be satisfied by a few quick thrusts from my father. So, as soon as my father left and I pulled her into the room, my mother responded with extraordinary passion, much wilder than usual, which aroused me even more, continuing until both of us were sore and weak.

With a struggle, I turned over, and my mother and I lay face to face, chatting for a while. My mother proactively straddled one of her plump, long, silk-stockinged legs with mine, allowing me to stroke her thigh while we talked. When I casually asked if my father was satisfying her in bed, my mother fell silent.

Because I had once jokingly asked my mother whose penis was bigger, mine or my father's, which made her very angry. She said that she had already wronged my father enough with me, and that my question made her feel like one of those promiscuous women. She hadn't let me touch her for days. So when I saw my mother wasn't saying anything this time, I thought I had upset her again. I was about to apologize when my mother sighed softly, "Your dad..." She only said two words before falling silent again.

I could tell that my mother was clearly upset, so I hugged her and comforted her. Finally, my mother sighed and told me that my father was indeed not as able to satisfy her in bed as he got older. My mother had always thought this was normal, and because of what happened between us, she had always felt guilty towards my father and had never said anything about it to him.

But during this move, my mother discovered through some clues that my father often went to prostitutes while he was away on the road—this didn't surprise her too much; men, after all, sometimes have trouble being single and away from home for long periods, and of course, sadness and heartbreak are inevitable—and he was even having affairs with other family members in the convoy. This made my mother furious.

However, out of consideration for me, my mother didn't confront my father directly. Besides, in my parents' generation, it was rare for couples to argue, fight, or divorce. And considering her incestuous relationship with her son, she seemed to have even less right to criticize my father. So, my mother kept these things to herself until today, when one of my unintentional remarks stirred her emotions, and she finally told me.

Honestly, my first reaction upon hearing this was a jolt of excitement: Haha, with this leverage over my father, I won't feel guilty around him anymore! And this way, my mother will definitely devote more attention and affection to me—a good thing!

Of course, I couldn't be so blunt with my mother: "Mom, this is perfect! He can have his fun outside, and you and I can be together at home—a win-win situation!" Deep down, my mother is still a very traditional woman. The reason we've progressed to this point is more to suppress my adolescent desires and let me focus on my studies; "love" outweighs "desire." But judging from her behavior today, my mother seems more like a woman indulging in desire than a mother who dotes on her child. It seems that discovering my father's betrayal greatly facilitated my mother's shift in perception, leading her to define our relationship as "man and woman" rather than "mother and son."

Any man who has had a physical relationship with a woman desires complete domination, and I was no exception, even though this woman was my beloved mother—that's truly what I thought at the time. Now, my father's infidelity gave me the opportunity to completely make my mother my woman. While

gently comforting my mother, I was plotting my actions, and my mother, embracing me, was completely unaware that her maternal love, even her doting affection, had condoned my physical advances, culminating in her discussing her sex life with my father while naked with her son. This maternal love was beginning to spiral out of control… Chapter Three

After learning of my father's infidelity from my mother, the lingering unease I felt when seeing him again vanished instantly. Previously, because I had taken my mother, I had always felt a persistent guilt and fear when facing my father; now…! Heh, when I saw my father, I felt a mix of anger and a sense of accomplishment, much like a young man seizing power and status from a weakened old man.

While my outward attitude towards him remained unchanged, it was merely a facade. Whenever he lectured me, I outwardly obeyed, but inwardly I scoffed. After all, I had taken the woman who originally belonged solely to him, and my penis had thoroughly explored my mother's warm, red lips and tight anus—features my father had never experienced. It was difficult for me to remain subservient to him. Especially as I sensed my mother's growing dependence on me and her increasing indifference towards my father, my sense of accomplishment as a man made me feel that, on a spiritual level, I could at least stand on equal footing with him.

Since this thought took hold, I've become increasingly assertive in my interactions with my mother, and she shows no aversion to this change. On the contrary, when we're alone, she displays a more submissive, wifely demeanor, and even, with my subtle hints, she begins to reduce or even refuse my father's advances when he returns home.

My father didn't seem to notice much of my mother's change. On one hand, he wasn't particularly eager for her body, which he was already familiar with; on the other hand, many couples his age already had infrequent sex, and my father, having already satisfied himself with his mistress, didn't have much energy left. He was probably secretly pleased that my mother hadn't pressured him to have sex.

Actually, when my mother discovered my father's affair, she considered making a scene, but ultimately, the traditional Chinese woman's submissive and silent nature prevailed. Moreover, in the past two years, my father felt he was getting older and couldn't handle long-distance driving all the time. He was thinking of having my uncle, who was still in a position, help him get transferred back to an office job, perhaps a dispatching position—the pay wasn't less than driving, and it was less demanding. If my mother revealed this now, my uncle would definitely find out. Given his rigid and upright nature, he might even send my father back to his ancestral home in the countryside to reflect on his actions, and the job transfer would certainly fall through.

However, I personally believe that the key reason my mother could tolerate my father's affair was that it made her feel even with him. To allow me to release my intense adolescent desires and focus on my studies, my mother accepted the fact that she could satisfy my restless nature physically. But regardless, the societal transgression of incest between mother and son remained a persistent shadow over her, especially in front of my father, where she would unconsciously feel guilty and ashamed.

Actually, after discovering my father's affair, after a brief period of disbelief and indignation, my mother felt an indescribable sense of relief, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her chest, making her breathing exceptionally easy.

However, my mother ultimately couldn't possibly have any good feelings towards my father having an affair, so she was quite reluctant to accept his occasional advances. I, driven by jealousy and possessiveness, encouraged her to let my father touch her less. As a result, after my mother refused a few times, my father almost completely stopped seeking intimacy with her.

That's probably how people are; they become indifferent to what's readily available, and over time, they even grow tired of it. Otherwise, I find it hard to understand why my father would neglect my mother's mature and voluptuous body and instead seek excitement outside. I've met the woman he hooked up with. She was eight or nine years younger than my mother, her breasts weren't as big—though they were a bit firmer—her buttocks weren't as round, her skin wasn't as fair, and her looks, well, in my opinion, weren't as appealing as my mother's. But she knew how to dress well; maybe that's what people call being flirtatious. However, I still prefer the way my mother looked when I rode her, shy yet full of desire.

As my father's importance in my mother's heart diminished and even faded, her attachment to and dependence on me deepened. Initially, my mother agreed to let me release my desires through her anus mainly so that I could concentrate on my studies after satisfying my urges. Now, however, my mother will consciously or unconsciously dress according to my preferences, and will even proactively change into sexy and revealing clothes when we are alone to please me—of course, in public, my mother still dresses modestly and modestly. To match this, my mother will never forget to wear various kinds of ultra-thin stockings, open-crotch pantyhose, or garter stockings on her long, full, beautiful legs to satisfy my stocking fetish. Moreover, my mother is increasingly accepting of the bold requests I make that were previously impossible—thanks to the great internet, my various lewd thoughts can be constantly renewed.

When I graduated from junior high school, a few internet cafes had already sporadically opened in our county. During my first year of high school, a new era began, and the number of internet cafes gradually increased. By my second year's winter break, almost every internet cafe was booming. Encouraged by Xiao Dao and a few other classmates, I stepped into an internet cafe for the first time during the Spring Festival that year. Following Xiao Dao's instructions, I turned on the computer and opened the browser. Then Xiao Dao handed me a small note: "Bro, I've got something good for you to see!" Although the school offered computer classes, they taught DOS and BASIC programming languages, so I was quite at a loss when I first encountered Windows. I clumsily typed www.gau＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊. (Hehe, if you smile knowingly when you see this website, it proves you, like S-kun, experienced that era.) After I finished typing, Xiao Dao pressed Enter forcefully. "Done. Pick what you like to read." After saying that, Xiao Dao turned to focus on the screen in front of him. I glanced at it and, lo and behold, he had already quickly opened a picture. The picture showed a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman who was completely naked, holding up her large breasts and smiling seductively at the camera. Xiao Dao noticed my gaze and chuckled, "Brother, it's also on the website I just gave you. Take your time looking at it." I smiled a little embarrassedly, turned to look at the computer in front of me, and awkwardly operated the mouse and keyboard. I opened the adult literature section, browsed through it, and my eyes lit up. I quickly opened the incest literature section and opened a story called "My Mother" and read it eagerly... I don't know how much time had passed when Xiao Dao patted my shoulder. "Brother, let's go back?" he said, leaning his head closer. I was startled and frantically tried to close the incestuous mother-son story I was reading. Xiao Dao, with his sharp eyes, had already spotted the content—"Son, You Can Shoot Inside Today," an early and well-known incestuous story about a mother and son, and one of the few at the time to focus on anal sex. For a little pervert like me, obsessed with a mother's tight anus

, it was a real feast. Xiao Dao patted my shoulder with a grin: "Bro, this one's pretty exciting, right? I've read it several times, and every time I read it, my dick gets hard. Hehe, son fucking mother's ass, this guy really dares to write that! But you know what, it's actually quite enjoyable." He then glanced sideways at my bulge, gave me a knowing, knowing smirk.

I felt a little embarrassed, but also a bit surprised. It turned out this guy shared similar tastes. No wonder he found those incestuous and anal sex stories for me; it turns out he was into that stuff himself! But I had no desire to talk to him right now. After reading over ten articles about incest between mothers and sons, my penis had gone from hard to soft and then hard again. All I could think about was getting home so I could release my aroused desire on my mother's voluptuous and alluring mature body.

After calming my restless penis down, Xiao Dao, a few other classmates, and I left the internet cafe. They discussed playing some billiards, and Xiao Dao enthusiastically invited me to join them, but I really wasn't interested. What entertainment could compare to the unbearable pleasure my mother's warm lips, wet pussy, and soft anus gave me?!

I made up an excuse and, without waiting for them to stop me, hurriedly hopped on my bicycle and rode home. Although it was windy that day, driven by desire, I pedaled incredibly fast, occasionally adjusting my position—because of the excitement, my penis was stretched taut in my thick jeans, and it was uncomfortable if I didn't adjust its position.

Although the journey that usually takes me ten minutes only took me about half that time, my lust-fueled state still made it feel like hours had passed. I clumsily parked my bike against the wall and rushed upstairs.

Today is the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. A colleague's child is getting married today, and my father went to help drive them pick up relatives. My brother left after breakfast, saying he was going to visit a classmate in a neighboring county and might not be back until dinner. It's a little past three in the afternoon, and Grandma should be playing mahjong at Grandma Liu's house in the next building. I assume my mother is home alone.

I excitedly pushed open the door, and just as I called out, "Mom, I'm home...", I saw my father's suede shoes lying on the floor beside my mother's boots. I froze: Father home?! Damn!!

Sure enough, my father's loud voice came from the living room: "Xiao Jie's back!" "Yeah, Dad, weren't you going to help out at Uncle Xu's son's wedding? Why are you back?" Feeling disappointed, I asked my father listlessly while slowly changing my shoes.

My father was clearly in a good mood and didn't notice my dejection. He was watching TV with a cheerful smile and replied without turning his head: "Ah, several relatives from their hometown had to go home after lunch and said they'd go back before the main banquet tonight. Their village is only about ten kilometers east of our house, so I said I'd take them. I could drop them off and then go home to rest for a bit, then pick them up around five to go to the hotel, saving me some travel time. Haha, Old Xu even gave me another pack of cigarettes for this." "Damn bad luck!" I cursed inwardly, but managed a weak reply, "Yeah, that's good. By the way, where's Mom?" I hadn't seen my mother since I got back, so I asked casually.

"She's still taking a nap. When I got back around 2 PM, she had just tidied up the house. She must be tired, so she went to bed." "Hmph, she definitely doesn't want to be in the same room as you. Otherwise, Mom would usually be knitting and watching TV on the sofa in the living room at this time." I muttered to myself.

Actually, my father has always been very good to me, especially after my grades improved. He always talks about me with a face full of pride. Every time he goes out, he never forgets to buy me something, especially if we go to big cities like Beijing or Shanghai. The delicious food and fun things he brings back make many of my classmates envious.

But my father has no idea that I, the son he is so proud of, have gradually replaced his position and role in bed over the past three years. Even my mother's mouth and anus, which he has never touched, have become places for my penis to run rampant. He has put his gentle and virtuous wife in all sorts of lewd and seductive positions on the big bed that originally belonged to the two of them and fucked her no less than a hundred times. And in his seemingly tidy and comfortable home, there were traces of my mother and I indulging in passionate lovemaking almost everywhere—on the very sofa where he's sitting now, I often reclined comfortably, watching TV while my mother, topless and clad only in sexy stockings and high heels, knelt between my legs, giving me oral sex—a royal treatment. My father could never have imagined such a thing.

After learning of my father's betrayal of my mother, my guilt and fear towards him transformed into anger and relief: since you're unfaithful to the family, you have no right to control my mother and me. Although I could never actually say this to my father, in my mind, I had already positioned him and my father as akin to a disgraced old lion king and his young replacement in an animal pride. Facing him, I always felt an inescapable sense of accomplishment: the woman who once submitted to you now belongs to me. Now I can understand why, even though no man would tolerate the humiliation of being cuckolded, some men still enjoy seducing married women—it's fucking thrilling!

Since my father was home and my mother was sleeping in her own room, there was no way I could sneak into her bed to enjoy her mature and alluring body. I greeted my father somewhat reluctantly and went into my room.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep because of the pent-up desire. I tiptoed to the door, opened it a crack, and peeked in. My father was smoking and watching TV. I locked the door, unlocked the desk drawer, and took out a pair of light gray pantyhose.

Before, when my father was home, it wasn't convenient for him and my mother to have sex, so I would have her take off her worn stockings for me to masturbate with. This year, my father would be home for several days during the New Year, so I was naturally prepared. Sigh, but to be honest, I still prefer the stockings on my mother's long, beautiful legs for me to play with, rather than just holding them in my hands for masturbation.

I slipped one leg of the ultra-thin gray pantyhose, which still carried the faint scent of my mother's skin, onto my hand, grasped my hard penis, and began to stroke it up and down. With my other hand, I grabbed the other leg of my mother's pantyhose, brought it to my face, and smelled and licked it.

Since discovering my stocking fetish, my mother specially asked a Hong Kong manager at her hotel, with whom she had a good relationship, to buy her a lot of stockings and pantyhose of various colors and styles from Hong Kong. They were all of relatively high quality—and of course, not cheap—the material was smooth and soft, clinging to my mother's plump, fleshy legs. Touching them always made me intoxicated. During sex with my mother, I almost always had one hand constantly caressing her stockinged legs.

Now that I can't enjoy my mother's mature body, I can only use her stockings to masturbate. I need to calm my erect penis down first… So, while smelling and licking them, my hand kept moving, and my once-intense penis ejaculated a large amount of thick, white semen through my mother's ultra-thin pantyhose, slowly subsiding.

I quickly cleaned myself up, tossed the semen-soaked gray stockings under the bed, and crawled under the covers. After releasing my pent-up emotions, I felt much calmer and soon fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, my father shook me awake: "Xiao Jie, wake up!" I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Dad, what time is it?" "It's past four o'clock, and you're still sleeping like it's the middle of the night. I have to go pick up some people. You should get up too. After I pick up the groom's relatives, I'll come back on the way to pick you and your mother up to go to the hotel." "No need. Besides, I don't like sharing a car with strangers." I was still a little dazed, but after hearing my father's words, I immediately woke up and objected.

My father didn't insist: "That's fine then. After all, the van is basically full after picking up a few of Lao Xu's relatives. You and your mother should pay attention to the time. The banquet is set for 6:30. Don't be too late. I'll be going now." I nodded, and my father turned and left my room. I heard my father say a few words to my mother in the living room. My mother was probably in her room when she responded, and then my father went out.

As the door slammed shut, I jumped out of bed. The winter air was bone-chillingly cold, and I was only wearing a thermal undershirt, so I couldn't help but shiver. I hastily grabbed a coat and threw it on, then rushed across the living room, opened my mother's bedroom door, and dashed onto her bed.

My mother seemed to be getting up, sitting against the headboard getting dressed, only halfway through putting on her sweater. She was clearly startled by my sudden intrusion, one arm still raised in the air. Seeing it was me, she gave me a disapproving look. "When will you ever learn to be a little more composed?" she said, shaking off half the blanket to urge me to get on the bed. "You're not even dressed properly, aren't you afraid of getting cold?" After all, she was my mother; her first thought was that I was cold. I chuckled, slipped under the covers, and immediately snuggled up to her, planting a big kiss on her fair cheek.

I had just been lying in bed for a while. My mother's voluptuous body, clad only in her underwear, was warm and soft, pressed against me almost without any gap. It felt incredibly comfortable to hold her. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her soft, full waist, pulling her back into the covers. My mother chuckled softly, reaching out to hug my neck and bringing her lips to mine.

I didn't hesitate to capture her moist, red lips with my own, my tongue skillfully venturing into her mouth, finding her smooth, soft tongue and licking it wantonly. My hands also expertly explored her mature, voluptuous body.

My mother was originally wearing a pink cotton undershirt and thermal underwear (Note: it seems that nowadays in Mandarin they are called autumn clothes and thermal underwear, I don't know where the origin is. Someone on Weibo has also raised this question, many places call it cotton undershirt and thermal underwear, and that's what I call it in my hometown too). With her cooperation, I quickly took off the clothes, revealing my mother's fair and full body.

Because of my fetish for stockings, coupled with the burgeoning desires of a teenager, stockings and pantyhose became almost a standard part of my mother's wardrobe to satisfy me. Today was no exception; my mother wore a pair of flesh-colored, sheer, crystal-clear stockings under her underwear.

I crawled under the covers, kneeling between my mother's beautiful, stockinged legs, and eagerly pressed my lips to her plump, fleshy thighs, licking them from her rounded knees upwards. I fully savored the warm scent of my mother's body and the smooth, delicate feel of the stockings on my tongue and lips, leaving wet streaks on her flesh-colored, ultra-thin stockings. My mother's fingers gripped my hair, and she let out soft moans, a mixture of resistance and acceptance.

When my tongue passed over the lace trim at the top of my mother's stockings and pressed against her full, rounded vulva through her pink panties, my mother couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Through a thin layer of silk floss, I diligently licked the hollow between my mother's plump mounds with my tongue. Soon, a large patch of her panties became wet, thanks not only to my saliva but also to the vaginal fluid secreted from her own vulva.

After performing oral sex on my mother through her panties for a while, I slightly raised my head and used my teeth to bite the elastic band of her panties, trying to pull them off. My mother cooperated by lifting her hips, allowing me to easily remove the last layer of protection from her vulva.

My hands caressed my mother's smooth, soft, silk-stockinged legs, and I buried my head between her legs again. My tongue parted her already flowing vulva and entered her warm, moist vagina, licking and sucking, occasionally curling my tongue into a cylindrical shape, striving to explore the depths of her vulva. I also used my nose, rubbing it back and forth on her clitoris.

Under my oral stimulation, my mother's initial low humming grew increasingly rapid, gradually transforming into soft "hmm... ah..." sounds. Although I couldn't hear them clearly from under the covers, they were as clear as a victory horn to my ears, fueling my desire.

After licking for a while longer, feeling my penis harden and ache slightly, I finally pulled my head out from under the covers and took a few deep breaths. I lowered my head to find my mother's small mouth, kissed her soft tongue for a while, letting her taste my own flavor, before hastily parting her legs and inserting my hot, erect penis into her already wet and juicy vagina.

Although she was a mature woman who had given birth to two children, my mother's vagina couldn't possibly be as tight as the young women described in books, but the warm, moist walls allowed me to move easily without much effort. Most importantly, the stimulation of watching my thick penis thrusting in and out of my own mother's vagina was irreplaceable by any other sensation. Thanks to my ample endowment, each thrust reached my mother's cervix, and her clitoris would open and close with each touch, like a baby's mouth sucking on my glans, giving me an incredibly pleasurable sensation.

Caught up in the moment, I bent down and hoisted my mother's long, slender, silk-stockinged legs onto my shoulders, then lowered my head and gently bit her erect nipple with my teeth. Seeing my mother's delicate brows furrowed and her face flushed, I mischievously bit her nipple hard. My mother cried out in surprise, looked up and saw my wicked grin. She pinched my chest, both angry and amused. "You naughty boy, trying to bite your mother's...off off?!" I chuckled, straightened up, grabbed my mother's round thighs with both hands, and forcefully spread them apart, exposing my mother's muddy flower garden to my eyes. With a sudden thrust, my thick penis, covered in the secretions of both mother and son's genitals, forced open her half-open labia and plunged into my mother's lower body all the way in.

The mother let out a muffled groan, her eyes, almost dripping with desire, glazed over as she watched her doting youngest son thrust wildly into her, releasing his lust. From her angle, she could see the glistening fluid on the veiny shaft of his penis as it withdrew from her lips, adding a touch of blush to her already flushed face.

As my movements became more intense, the mother's moans grew louder. I held up her plump, smooth, silk-stockinged legs, thrusting my penis forcefully into her honey pot while turning my head to lick her rounded calves and delicate feet, which I held in mid-air. This caused her to chuckle softly, ticklishly, between her moans, and I smeared her legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, with my saliva amidst her laughter and moans.

After thrusting violently against my mother hundreds of times, I lowered her legs, which I had been holding up for a while, patted her fair buttocks, and gestured for her to lie on her side. I then pulled the corner of the blanket over her back.

My mother smiled at me and praised me, "Good son, you know how to care for people now." Before she finished speaking, I grabbed her right ankle and lifted one of her fleshy, stockinged legs. I then knelt on her other smooth, fleshy thigh, my engorged penis aimed directly at her slightly parted vulva, and easily slid in to the root. My mother's voice immediately turned into a muffled groan.

I held one of my mother's beautiful legs in my arms, caressing and licking it wantonly, my waist swaying back and forth. My thick, dark penis thrust in and out, forcing open her slightly dull labia, revealing glimpses of the bright red flesh inside her honeypot. Her vaginal fluids flowed like a spring, soaking the sheets from the gap between us. Meanwhile, I sat on her other leg, encased in smooth stockings, rubbing against her buttocks and inner thigh with my movements. The smooth, soft sensation sent waves of pleasure through me, further arousing me.

However, after maintaining this position and thrusting in and out of my mother's wet honeypot for nearly ten minutes, I had to stop and catch my breath. My mother's leg was getting tired of being held up like this for so long, and I myself was also feeling sore and numb.

After resting for a bit, I had my mother turn over and raise the other leg instead. I rubbed my erect penis, covered in secretions, against my mother's stockings, then pressed it against her light brown anus, which was already soaked with her vaginal fluids. With a little force, the large, shiny, purplish-red glans forced its way through her tight but soft anus, slowly sliding completely between her two plump buttocks, smoothing out the fine folds of her anus.

After fully penetrating her anus, I paused briefly. Although my mother was very experienced with anal sex, I couldn't just thrust in and out like I would with vaginal penetration.

My mother let out a long breath, adjusting to the full, hot sensation between her buttocks, and smiled slightly at me, indicating that I could move.

With my mother's permission, I naturally did my best. Stroking and playing with my mother's soft, plump, snow-white buttocks, I began to thrust in and out of her tight, wet anus. My mother straightened her back, her smooth, plump buttocks trembling with each thrust of her son's penis. Soft moans of "Ah...ah..." escaped her lips with each in-and-out motion.

Her long hair cascaded onto the pillow as her body writhed, her pale face flushed, her hazy eyes opening and closing, occasionally furrowing her brow at my vigorous movements. She looked both delicate and alluring, stimulating me to become even more ferocious, and her moans grew louder. My

thick penis slid in and out between her white, plump buttocks, each thrust penetrating to the hilt, stretching her tender anus even wider. When it withdrew, the menacing purplish-red glans caused her small anus to bulge from the cleft of her buttocks, the elastic anal flesh gripping my penis, sending me a warm and soft, wonderful sensation.

I tilted my head and took my mother's plump thighs, encased in smooth stockings, into my mouth, savoring the warm, fleshy aroma and the texture of the velvet stockings on my tongue. As I thrust my penis into her tight, warm anus, my gaze roamed over her voluptuous, mature body. Seeing her snow-white body writhe with each powerful thrust, her full breasts and buttocks swaying, creating waves of flesh, especially her large, white buttocks trembling between my legs like bouncy milk jelly, accompanied by the soft sensation of her flesh beneath me, suddenly gave me an inexplicable urge. I raised my arm and slapped my mother's smooth

, white buttocks. With a crisp "smack," her white buttocks trembled violently, and the low moan my mother had been deliberately suppressing abruptly rose, a groan that seemed to be in pain escaped her red lips and drifted into the air. Seeing my mother's slightly clenched teeth and dazed gaze, I relaxed my initial trepidation, chuckled, and mercilessly thrust into her plump, white buttocks, penetrating her anus forcefully, making her tender anus red and raw. While manipulating my mother's soft, moist anus, I would occasionally raise my hand and slap her trembling buttocks with each thrust. Soon, her once snow-white buttocks were tinged with a vibrant hue. With each slap, my mother's moans grew increasingly loud and uncontrollable.

Heh, it seems novels truly are derived from life but transcend it; even the most absurd and erotic novels are no exception. Although my mother certainly didn't experience the masochistic climaxes some novel heroines go through, I could feel that every time I slapped her buttocks—I didn't dare use too much force, afraid she'd get angry—her snow-white buttocks would spasm and tighten. Between the soft flesh, a tight ring of flesh gripped my penis, making me almost foam at the mouth—of course, I was referring to my penis!

I looked down and saw that my mother's originally tight anus was stretched round, as if a thin red thread was wrapped around my penis. With a gentle pull of the glans, the soft anus was pulled open, revealing a ring of bright red anal flesh, twitching slightly on my penis, ripe and tempting.

At this moment, my mother's legs had come down, and she was lying on her side on the bed with one leg bent and the other straight, her plump snow-white buttocks trying their best to stick up. I remained kneeling on my mother's beautiful legs clad in stockings, my hands gripping her warm, plump buttocks. With a thrust of my penis, her anus immediately tightened, drawing me inside. Her tender anus gripped my shaft, rubbing from the glans to the base, the entire shaft enveloped by the soft, moist intestinal walls, tight and slippery.

Holding her plump buttocks, my rapid thrusts caused her body to tremble even more violently. Her usually dignified and composed face was now filled with a shy and alluring expression, her wet anus clenching my penis, twitching unconsciously.

I leaned close to her ear and asked, "Mom, is it comfortable?"

"Yours...it's so hot...it's melting inside...ah—ah—" The rings of tender flesh on her intestinal walls rubbed against the glans, sending a blissful, intoxicating sensation through me. My mother's cheeks were flushed, her hands gripping the headboard, her plump, white buttocks twisting vigorously to meet my thrusts. The flesh of her buttocks slapped loudly against my lower abdomen, her vagina overflowing with lustful fluid.

Gently licking her earlobe, I whispered, "Mom, you're mine, always will be..." My mother was clearly aroused, replying haltingly, "I'm your...good son...you're Mom's too..." Her moans grew more rapid, her snow-white, plump buttocks trembling under the thrusts of my penis. Suddenly, her body tensed, her anus clamping tightly around my penis, her body trembling violently.

I had been holding back for so long; now, my penis was deep inside her rectum, the intestinal walls coiling around it, constantly writhing. I immediately released my ejaculation, ejaculating deep within her intestines.

This ejaculation was exceptionally heavy. I lay on my mother's back, my hands reaching forward to grasp her full breasts, my legs rubbing against her ample, stockinged thighs. I squinted, savoring the pleasure of my pent-up desire being released within her.

My mother's plump buttocks, pressed beneath me, trembled and twitched, occasionally clenching my still-erect penis, squeezing out the remaining semen.

I pulled the blanket over myself and my mother, covering ourselves completely. I turned my head to kiss her. My mother turned her head to meet my lips. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, sucking on her soft, moist tongue until a soreness rose in my neck. Only then did I reluctantly release her lips, rolling off her to lie beside her.

My mother turned over and smiled gently at me. "We should get up and get ready to go to the hotel." "Okay," I nodded, got up, and started getting dressed. My mother dressed and went to the bathroom to clean herself. I went back to the room to get dressed, and then we went out together and hailed a taxi to the hotel. When we

arrived at the hotel, my father was already sitting there, chatting animatedly with a group of colleagues, smoking. I went over to greet him, but he waved dismissively at my mother and me before turning back to his conversation.

My mother and I exchanged a smile, found our seats, and soon my brother arrived. He didn't say much before my father called him to their table for drinks. As my father's colleagues at the table put it, "Old He, your eldest son is all grown up now, it's time for him to have a drink."

Actually, my brother often drank with his classmates at the sports school, and my parents probably knew but turned a blind eye.

Anyway, after a while, the banquet began. Since I was sitting with a group of aunties and grandmothers, no one was drinking, so I just focused on eating. By the time the bride and groom came to toast, I was almost full.

I glanced at the bride and bridesmaids (I automatically ignored the groom). Although it was cold, the hotel was very warm, and there were many people, so the bride was wearing a rather daring wedding dress—I don't know when it started, but everyone in China seems to wear wedding dresses for their weddings—revealing her delicate shoulders and a hint of her ample bosom. The bridesmaid was rather plump and clearly less attractive than the bride. I maliciously speculated that the bride had deliberately chosen a bridesmaid who was obviously less attractive than herself to serve as a foil.

The bride was standing next to me while she was toasting. As she leaned forward to clink glasses with everyone, I glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of her cleavage—not as large as my mother's, but firm and taut. My mother noticed my inappropriate gaze, coughed, and glared at me.

After the bride finished toasting and left, I was turning my head to admire her curvaceous back, especially her round, pert buttocks, when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my leg—my mother had kicked me. I turned back and saw my mother's puffed-up profile, and couldn't help but chuckle to myself. She was jealous, huh?

I whispered in her ear that she should find me in the restroom later, ignoring her angry whispers, and pushed back my chair to go to the restroom. I looked around the restroom—good, no one was there. I went back to the door and patiently waited for my mother.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, my mother appeared in the hallway.

Seeing me leaning against the wall, grinning smugly, she blushed slightly and lightly spat, "You naughty son, you're getting more and more irresponsible! What did you call me here for? To go see someone's bride!" "Hehe, Mom, why do I smell jealousy?" I grinned and leaned closer, hugging my mother tightly.

My mother was startled and quickly pushed my hands away, "Are you crazy? What if someone sees us?!" "Okay, let's go inside then. I've checked, no one's in there." I didn't allow my mother to refuse and forcefully dragged her into the men's restroom stall.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd made advances to her outside of home, there were so many people at the banquet, and someone could walk in at any moment. Besides, it was winter, and putting on and taking off clothes was quite a hassle. My mother was very worried, holding my hand to stop me from doing anything inappropriate, while saying sourly, "Mom's getting old and losing her looks. You should find someone young and beautiful like today's bride." Jealousy is indeed a woman's nature, I thought to myself, and said to my mother with a serious face, "Mom, in my heart you are the most beautiful woman in the world who loves me the most. I have you for the rest of my life, how could I possibly look at other women?!" My mother was clearly moved by my confession. Although it was a cliché that even third-rate romance novels wouldn't use anymore, it was enough to make my mother, who had never received a sweet word from my father, intoxicated.

Seeing my mother's slightly flushed face and shy expression, coupled with the voluptuous curves outlined by her tight sweater, I became even more aroused and reached out to undo my mother's belt.

Although my mother was also somewhat aroused, she still didn't dare let me indulge myself in this situation. In the end, she persuaded me, who was driven by lust, to give her oral sex without taking off my clothes.

I eagerly pulled my pants down to my knees and stood there with my legs wide apart. My mother glared at me with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, then squatted down in front of me and skillfully took my already erect penis into her mouth, beginning to suck and swallow.

After ejaculating in the afternoon, I had only wiped my genitals briefly, and some marks from our lovemaking remained on my penis. However, my mother showed no disgust—in fact, now, as long as my anus is clean, my mother will clean my penis with her mouth even after anal sex. I was quite uneasy about making such a request for the first time, but my mother hesitated for a moment and then agreed. However, that was because I had given my mother an enema that day, and my penis was still clean. If it had been stained with excrement, I wouldn't have dared to make such a request. But since it was only stained with some semen and nectar, my mother naturally didn't mind.

First, she licked my entire penis with her nimble tongue, making it glisten with oil. Then, my mother took the menacing glans into her mouth and began to move it back and forth, letting my penis slide in and out of her warm, moist mouth.

Watching my dark, thick penis move in and out between my mother's red lips, and with my mother trying to make me ejaculate as quickly as possible, she used the tip of her tongue to probe the groove between the glans and the shaft while also stroking my testicles with her hand. With my careful guidance, my mother's oral sex skills have improved significantly, and she can now accommodate my thick, long penis penetrating her throat. So, my mother would sometimes open her mouth wide and vigorously stroke my penis, sometimes swallowing it whole in one gulp, letting me enjoy the pleasure of my penis being gripped by her tight throat. Other times, she would use the tip of her tongue to slightly open my urethral opening and brush it back and forth, making me gasp repeatedly in pleasure.

Under my mother's skillful tongue, even though I had just ejaculated on her that afternoon, I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate again, my penis throbbing and swelling to its highest point. My mother clearly noticed that I was about to give in, and sucked even harder. Finally, a strong tingling sensation ran through my glans in my mother's mouth, and I began to ejaculate my second load of semen into her mouth. I could see that with each spurt, my mother's throat moved, swallowing all of my filthy fluid of desire.

After ejaculation completely stopped, my mother spat out my semi-erect penis and carefully used the tip of her tongue to scoop up all the white, cloudy semen and put it back into her mouth. Watching my usually dignified mother kneeling at my feet, performing this lewd service, I felt that my still-soft penis was about to rise again.

My mother suddenly flicked my wet penis lightly. "You little rascal, are you satisfied now? Now hurry up and get dressed and get out of here." I chuckled and obediently pulled up my pants. My mother told me to go out and see if anyone was around. I went to the door, looked around, and then turned back to signal to my mother that no one was there. My mother quickly ran out of the bathroom, then looked back at the bathroom mirror and tidied her clothes and hair. Only when she felt everything was alright did she breathe a sigh of relief. "Let's go." On the way back to the banquet, I inevitably got another lecture from my mother, forcing me to promise that I would study harder next semester without exception before she finally stopped. To be honest, since we had an intimate physical relationship, I'm not as fearful of my mother's lectures as before. Before, if I was really annoyed, I could throw a little tantrum and give her a cold shoulder. But now, if I dare to show the slightest impatience, it's my mother who will throw a tantrum and give me a hard time, and she has a trump card—she won't let me touch her. In this way, for the sake of my own sexual happiness, I had no choice but to listen to my mother's nagging with utmost respect.

I affectionately linked arms with my mother as we walked back to our seats. The other family members at the table didn't seem to notice anything amiss; on the contrary, they envied the close relationship between my mother and mother. In their words, unlike their own mischievous sons, who were always causing trouble with their studies and constantly contradicting each other, they couldn't even imagine a mother and son as close as we were. I feigned a shy smile, glancing at my mother while secretly chuckling to myself, "You'd never guess how much closer my mom and I are in bed!"

Amidst the lively commotion of the banquet, I remained oblivious, my bewildered eyes fixed on my mother and me from afar for a long time before finally looking away… Chapter Four

Time flowed by like water. High school life was usually quite monotonous, but with my mother's mature and voluptuous body supporting my burgeoning desires, it didn't feel too unbearable.

Before I knew it, the weather had gradually become hot; summer was approaching, and I was about to finish my second year of high school. That year, my older brother took the college entrance exam and was waiting at home for the results. Our school didn't let out for summer break until late July, and the new semester started again in less than a month. While some lamented, the students, under the constant reminders of their teachers and parents, were mentally prepared: a year before the college entrance exam, give it your all!

I listened absentmindedly to our homeroom teacher's long speech, and when he dismissed us, the whole class scattered like birds. I excitedly returned home from school. Although my father and brother were home, it didn't dampen my spirits at all—my father had been transferred back to an office job, not at our county's main station, but in a better-developed town. He was back to wait for my brother's college admission results. If all went well, he'd receive his acceptance letter in the next couple of days and then return to his unit; after that, I just needed to avoid him. I'd just have to be patient for a while.

Sure enough, a couple of days later, the early admission results were released, and my brother received his acceptance letter from the provincial sports academy. It was a happy ending for everyone. My parents were all smiles, but my older brother seemed a bit distracted and didn't go out with his classmates and friends as often as he usually did during holidays.

Regardless of what he thought, getting into university was something to be happy about, and he became the first university student in our family—my uncle's child was born later, two years younger than me. So my father was very happy and spent the last couple of days organizing a celebration for my brother with relatives and friends.

A hotel was booked, and that evening, my father, beaming, accepted every toast from friends and relatives, drinking himself into a stupor. My brother was also given a lot of alcohol, his face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

My mother also had a little, her fair face slightly flushed. My mother and I helped my father into a taxi, while my brother staggered into the car by himself.

When we got home, both my father and brother were asleep, my father still smacking his lips and mumbling indistinctly, "One more drink." My mother and I struggled to get the two heavy-hearted men to bed.

After tucking my brother in with a blanket, I tiptoed out of the room, just as my mother came out of her bedroom. Seeing me, she sighed softly and smiled at me, "Xiao Jie, are you tired? Get some rest early tonight..." Before she could finish, I rushed forward, wrapped my arms around her soft waist, and kissed her on the lips, silencing her words.

My mother was startled and pushed me away forcefully, saying in a low voice, "Are you crazy?! Your father and brother are both home!" My mother's face was flushed pink from the exertion and the alcohol, making her look more alluring than usual. Her full, large breasts rose and fell with her slightly rapid breathing beneath her milky-white silk blouse, creating rounded, high curves. Her form-fitting pencil skirt accentuated her round, plump buttocks, and her shapely calves, encased in sheer light gray stockings, peeked out from beneath the hem. A pair of pointed black high heels further emphasized the curves of her body, making my heart race. My penis, dormant for days, began to stir restlessly in my pants.

I shamelessly leaned closer, pressing my face against her soft, fragrant body. One hand encircled her waist, while the other caressed her soft, full buttocks through her clothes. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, Dad and brother are asleep. They drank so much, they probably won't wake up even if it's thunder. Besides, it's been almost a week since we've done it. You can hold back, but I'm going crazy." With that, I took her round earlobe into my mouth and gently licked it.

My mother, already a little feverish from drinking, was touched and kissed by me, and after my pleading, she hesitated only slightly before I pulled and pushed her onto my bed.

Summer clothes are light, and in no time I could remove her upper garments. Her slightly loose but still large and white breasts, freed from the support and restraint of a bra, swayed alluringly. I pounced on her, burying my head between her full breasts, and began to suckle vigorously on a dark nipple, my wet tongue swirling around it, smearing saliva on her plump breasts.

While nursing, I reached for her other breast, and with a little pressure, the soft, white flesh spilled out between my fingers, rippling with a seductive, alluring wave.

My mother's mature and beautiful body, after being relentlessly explored by me for over two years, had become increasingly sensitive. This was evident in the nipples that quickly hardened on my tongue, and her suppressed, soft moans further confirmed that I had successfully aroused her desire. My

tongue continued to tease her erect nipples, and I rolled her skirt up to her waist, further liberating her plump buttocks, which were encased in ultra-thin light gray pantyhose and pink lace panties.

Driven by lust, I had no patience to remove her clothes piece by piece. Amidst her gasps, I roughly tore open the crotch of her pantyhose, then hastily pulled aside her already damp panties, and pulled down my own pants. Freed from the constraints of my underwear, my engorged penis twitched twice before standing erect in the cool summer night air.

My large, mushroom-shaped glans rubbed against my mother's slightly parted, moist labia a couple of times, picking up some glistening, sticky nectar, before plunging in with unstoppable force. My thick, long penis spread open my mother's thick labia and penetrated all the way to the bottom of her honey hole. The intense thrusting made my mother let out a soft moan, a sound that was both painful and not painful, but then, with each powerful thrust of my penis, a deliberately suppressed sweet moan began to emanate from my mother's throat.

Perhaps because I was thinking of my father and brother, who lived just a wall away, I was particularly excited this time making love with my mother. My mother, probably due to the alcohol, was unexpectedly proactive in twisting her waist and swaying her hips, especially each time my penis was withdrawn from her honey hole, I could clearly feel the vaginal walls gripping and wrapping around my penis, as if unwilling to let it go.

Since my mother was so fully engaged, I naturally wanted to give her my all. I thrust my hips forward and began with a series of rapid, forceful thrusts, aiming to penetrate her completely each time. My mother's hips writhed and her breasts swayed, allowing me to release the pent-up desires of the past few days. Under my powerful thrusts, my mother moaned incessantly. Her warm, slippery vagina wrapped around my thick, dark penis, and the slippery, layered sensation inside was incredibly pleasurable. The head of my penis rubbed back and forth against the wet, slippery folds of her vaginal walls—it felt wonderfully comfortable.

After nearly a hundred vigorous thrusts in one go, I slowed the pace of my penis entering and exiting my mother's honey pot, admiring the seductive movements of my mature mother beneath me, moaning with each thrust. At the same time, I hoisted her beautiful legs, encased in thin stockings, onto my shoulders, and while continuing my powerful thrusts like a pile driver, I turned my head to gently lick and nibble at her rounded calves and knees, leaving wet marks on the soft, ultra-thin gray stockings. With each powerful thrust, my mother's black stilettos, suspended in mid-air, trembled with each stroke; this vulnerable and helpless sight only fueled my arousal.

I lowered my mother's two plump, long, silk-stockinged legs and lightly patted her side. My mother, already familiar with my habits, obediently rolled over and knelt on the bed. Her mature, fleshy buttocks, encased in thin grey stockings, appeared exceptionally full in this position.

Naturally, after her son assumed this lewd and seductive pose, my mother obediently and proactively cupped her white buttocks and spread them apart, revealing her already muddy vulva and her tender anus, which pulsated slowly with her breath, through the crotch of her pantyhose that I had previously torn.

I smiled silently. To have my normally reserved and chaste mother now obediently submit and fawn over me—I think—would be an immense, indescribable satisfaction for any man with a mother complex—especially since I was probably still a middle school student.

Kneeling behind my mother's high, protruding buttocks, I pressed my grotesque purple glans, stained with both my mother's and my own bodily fluids, against her soft, tight anus. With a slight push, my mother instinctively relaxed her anal muscles, and my large, dark penis, seemingly disproportionately large for her small anus, slowly disappeared into her two snow-white, plump buttocks without much effort, until it was fully inserted.

I took a deep, satisfying breath. After my penis was fully inserted into my mother's rectum, I paused for a moment. No matter how skilled I was, I needed to let my mother adjust to the feeling of her intestines swelling. Of course, I wasn't idle either. I leaned over my mother's smooth, bare back, stroking and playing with her plump breasts and her beautiful buttocks and legs under the smooth, thin silk stockings. Especially as a stocking and leg fetishist, my mother's plump, fleshy legs paired with the smooth, soft, ultra-thin silk stockings were something I could never tire of playing with.

My hands roamed over my mother's body for a while, and her breathing became erratic again. She turned to me and said, "Good son, hurry up... hurry up and finish, or your dad and brother will find out." She said this, but judging from her barely suppressed, gentle swaying of her waist and her eyes, brimming with lustful desire, it was more because she herself couldn't resist the itch within her. It seemed that after so much of my tireless exploration of her anus, anal sex was more stimulating for her than regular intercourse.

Since my beloved mature mother had taken the initiative, and my penis, inserted in her anus, was throbbing and desperately needed release, I naturally turned my attention back to her. Grabbing her soft, plump buttocks, I began a frenzied assault, thrusting wildly into her warm, tight anus. My lower body collided with her high, fleshy buttocks, producing a series of "slap slap" sounds. The way her anus tightened and relaxed in sync with my movements gave me even greater pleasure, fueling my increasing arousal. Each time her snow-white, round, plump buttocks struck my lower abdomen, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. This moan excited me even more; my thrusts became faster and more powerful, each stroke feeling as if I wanted to squeeze my testicles into her anus, releasing my energy and desire to my heart's content within her soft, moist anus.

The sounds of flesh colliding and the lewd "slap slap" of my penis thrusting in and out of my mother's anus were incessant. After nearly ten minutes of this intense rhythm, I was finally about to climax. The tender flesh of my mother's rectal wall rubbed violently against my hard glans, sending waves of tingling pleasure through my body. The moans of "Mmm... Ah..." emanating from my mature, beautiful mother kneeling before me further stimulated me. My penis twitched, and I gripped my mother's plump buttocks tightly, thrusting my penis deep into her anus, ejaculating a stream of hot semen into her rectum. I held my mother's plump, silky buttocks tightly until my penis completely stopped throbbing inside her anus, then contentedly withdrew my somewhat limp but still thick and menacing penis. As my penis was withdrawn, a stream of white semen slowly flowed from my mother's still slightly closed, tender anus. She let out a long, soft gasp, her voice filled with endless allure and satisfaction.

Lying beside her, I reached out and embraced her neck, kissing her full, red lips deeply, teasing her warm, nimble tongue with lingering pleasure. One leg instinctively straddled her, enjoying the pleasure of my skin rubbing against her plump, fleshy legs in stockings. My damp, limp penis rubbed against her buttocks, leaving patches of stain on the sheer gray stockings that clung tightly to her full hips. After

a while of this comfortable rest, we suddenly heard the door creak open. Startled, my mother and I sat up abruptly. Looking towards the source of the sound, we saw that the door hadn't been closed properly and was now swaying in the wind.

My mother got up from my bed, took off the gray stockings I'd torn at the crotch, and muttered a complaint as she straightened her clothes. She said I'd been too reckless, not even closing the door properly, and that it would be terrible if my father and brother got up to use the bathroom. Of course, I acted like a good son, sincerely accepting my mother's criticism, while fantasizing about what clothes and stockings she should wear next time we made love… My mother quickly tidied herself up and went to take a shower. I muttered, "I remember closing the door," and then forgot about it, quickly falling asleep after relaxing.

When I woke up, it was already past seven in the morning. I got up and took a shower, and halfway through, my mother called me from outside to hurry up, saying breakfast was ready.

Walking into the living room with wet hair, I saw my father sitting listlessly on the sofa watching TV, rubbing his temples, looking like he had a hangover. I asked around, and it turned out my father was doing alright; my brother still hadn't gotten up.

It wasn't until lunchtime that my mother woke him up, but judging from his absent-minded and uninterested eating, he was probably still quite drunk. After only a few bites, he pushed away his chopsticks, said he wasn't eating anymore, and went back to his room. My mother was a little worried and went to check on him, but he just seemed listless, saying it was because it was the first time he'd drunk so much and he'd be fine after a rest.

Back at the table, my mother couldn't help but complain to my father, but he had recovered his energy by midday, smiling and not angry at all, nodding repeatedly and promising not to let my brother drink too much again, making it impossible for my mother to stay angry.

After lunch, my father rested briefly before going back to work, while my mother had arranged to go shopping with some colleagues. With them gone, the house suddenly felt quiet. Looking at the bright sun outside, I retreated to my room to enjoy the air conditioning and play Warcraft—my parents' income is quite good now, and we've bought quite a few things for our home, including an air conditioner and a computer.

I was engrossed in playing computer games with my headphones on when someone tapped my shoulder. I glanced over and saw it was my brother. He seemed awake, but his expression was quite serious. I was focused on conquering Azeroth and didn't think much of it, casually asking, "Brother, you're up? Is something wrong?" without stopping my games.

My brother turned to face me. "Stop for a second, I have something important to tell you!" I tried to brush him off, but seeing his serious expression, I had to take off my headphones. "What's so serious about it?" I glanced at the clock on the table; it was almost 4:30. My mother should be back in about an hour. I hoped my brother wouldn't take up too much of my time, so I could play on the computer a little longer before she got back.

He said he had something important to say, but once I sat down and looked at him, he fell silent again, not saying a word for a long time, just staring at me with a strange look—how should I put it—a mixture of emotions that made me a little uncomfortable.

I cleared my throat as if to say something, "Brother, just say what's on your mind. What's there to hold back between us brothers?" Seeing that my brother still didn't open his mouth, I added casually, "If you don't have anything to do, don't block me from playing on the computer. Otherwise, when Mom comes back, she'll nag me for ages if she sees me playing..." "What's going on between you and Mom?" My brother suddenly blurted out this question out of the blue, staring straight at me.

"...Oh my god. What? What happened between Mom and me?!" My mind went blank for a moment, and I repeated my brother's words, but my tongue started to tie itself in knots halfway through. Although the air conditioning in the room was on and it was quite cool, when my mind finally caught up, cold sweat instantly covered my back—the feeling of having my secret exposed was truly terrifying.

"The day I treated you to dinner, I heard you and Mom making noises in the hotel bathroom, and I just thought it was strange at the time. But later I accidentally found this in your room," my brother said, reaching out from behind his back and pouring a wad of silk fabric from a plastic bag—a wrinkled light gray pantyhose, with solidified, yellowish-white semen stains that were quite glaring.

My mind reacted quickly at this moment, and I immediately remembered that this was the pantyhose I had used to masturbate during the New Year. I think I threw it under the desk after using it and never remembered to put it away, and my brother had found it.

"Now I'm starting to get suspicious, but I really didn't expect that you and Mom would actually... actually do that kind of thing, until last night..." My brother's face was somewhat gloomy and dazed; it seemed the truth he had discovered had a huge impact on him.

"...You... saw it last night?" My voice was hoarse, almost unfamiliar to myself. Although it was phrased as a question, I already knew the answer.

"Yeah, I got up to go to the bathroom, and for some reason, I peeked into Mom and Dad's bedroom. When I saw Mom wasn't in her room, I went to yours and peeked through a crack in the door. And... I saw it, you and Mom were... doing that kind of thing!" Was it just my imagination? Why did I feel a hint of jealousy in my brother's tone when he said that?!

Then, an awkward silence fell between us.

After a long while, I struggled to lift my head and asked my brother in a low voice, "Are you planning to tell Dad?" My brother was silent for a long time, then shook his head. "I don't know." He then asked me, "What are you and Mom planning to do in the future?" I shook my head blankly, remained silent for a long time, then gritted my teeth and said to my brother, "Brother, about Mom and me... please, please don't tell Dad, okay? I promise I'll never dare to do it again!" Hearing my plea, my brother's expression was uncertain. He thought for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice surprisingly dry and frightening, just like mine had been. However, as I understood the meaning behind my brother's labored and unclear voice, I was completely dumbfounded... Yes, as clever as you are, you've probably already guessed it. After calming down from the immense shock of discovering my incestuous relationship with my mother, what lingered in my mind was my mother's naked, snow-white flesh and her seductive moaning and writhing beneath me. Later, my brother even couldn't help but imagine himself riding on top of my usually gentle and reserved mother, using his thick, long penis to bring her, now displaying her mature and alluring charm, to ecstasy. Later, my brother told me that he couldn't hold back any longer and secretly took my mother's panties and stockings back to his room to masturbate. My brother

blushed and stammered that he wouldn't tell anyone else, he just wanted to share in my mother's beautiful flesh. I first breathed a huge sigh of relief—at least I didn't have to worry about my incestuous scandal with my mother being discovered by others—but then a wave of disappointment washed over me. In my heart, I already considered my mother my woman. Although my brother's words were vague, and his attitude was definitely not one of extortion but rather a kind of pleading, the thought of my mother's plump, soft body being wantonly played with by someone else made me... Even though that "someone else" shared the same identity as me—my mother's son—I still felt a sense of shame and humiliation, wanting my woman to serve another man.

After thinking for a long time with his head down, my brother stammered, "If... if it doesn't work, I won't tell anyone else. After all, I don't want you and Mom to become a scandalous laughingstock. And... actually, it's not entirely your fault. After all, Mom has always loved you so much since you were little, and your relationship has always been so good. A moment of confusion..." His voice betrayed a sense of resentment and disappointment.

I suddenly looked up, staring intently at my brother. My brother, who had come to confront me, slowly lowered his head under my direct gaze and fell silent.

Although my brother is the eldest son, I was younger and more obedient at home. I also resembled my mother more, and was considered much more handsome than my brother. Especially after starting school, my grades were consistently excellent, so I was always more favored by the elders than my brother. My brother, on the other hand, was naturally quiet and reserved, and his grades weren't great. Fortunately, he was more proactive; otherwise, according to our parents, they planned for him to attend vocational high school and take over our father's job.

However, my brother and I always had a very good relationship. Especially when I was little, because of my delicate features and short stature, I would always cry and run to my brother whenever I was bullied. He always stood up for me without hesitation, and if we got into trouble together, he would always take the blame, for which he received many beatings as a child.

When I started school, my brother continued to be my protector at school. Also, whenever I got good grades, he would just smile foolishly at me while listening to our parents' praise and self-criticism—he was proud of his "successful" younger brother. In front of me, he never put on airs like an older brother; instead, he doted on me like a parent.

Looking at my brother, head bowed and silent, even after discovering his mother's unforgivable and immoral affair with his younger brother, he still seemed fearful and pleading.

I sighed silently, gathering my scattered thoughts. "Brother, I understand what you mean. How about this, I'll talk to Mom about it later." I paused, thinking for a moment, "Um, why don't you spend a couple of days with your classmate? I might talk to Mom about this privately." My brother looked up in disbelief. "You…you, you mean…?" I nodded. "Brother, I understand your thinking." Only after saying that did I realize how ironic it was—did we both have the Oedipus complex? I couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Anyway, you should avoid this for a while. I think Mom needs some time... um, to think about it. But I believe Mom will agree." Seeing my brother's hesitant expression, I quickly added, my heart filled with mixed feelings—damn, this whole thing feels like I'm pimping for Mom!?

Actually, after calming down and thinking about it, this might really be the best solution: the best way to get someone to keep your secret—not that only the dead can keep secrets, I'm not going to kill my brother, am I?—is to make this secret his secret too. Besides, he's my brother, also Mom's son, so the benefits aren't going to go to outsiders. And, this way, wouldn't I have a chance to try out the threesomes in books and porn? Hehehe... With the weight lifted from my heart, my mind relaxed and some lewd thoughts immediately came to mind. Hehe, I'm so wicked!

Lost in thought, my brother suddenly asked me curiously, "Ah Jie, what are you thinking about? Why are you laughing so strangely? Wow, you're drooling! That's disgusting." Me: ...

When Mother returned in the evening, I carefully told her about my brother discovering our incestuous relationship and his demands.

As expected, Mother's reactions—from panic and shock to anger, shame, and sadness, and finally resignation—were all within my expectations. Knowing her personality, she would rather die than let anyone know about our incestuous relationship. Therefore, accepting her eldest son's conditions became the only option. Especially when I said, "The best way to keep someone's secret is to make that secret their secret too," Mother sighed after a long silence and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Although I knew my mother well enough that she would most likely agree, and it was the safest solution, seeing her nod completely relieved my unease, followed by a sense of powerlessness—my mother would no longer belong solely to me. Fortunately, that person was my own brother.

I shook my head with a wry smile, not knowing what to say. My mother, overwhelmed with worry, also didn't want to speak, and an awkward silence fell over the living room.

After a while, I hesitantly asked my mother, "Mom, are you hungry? Should I go buy something to eat at a restaurant?" I figured she wasn't in the mood to cook.

My mother looked up at me with a complicated expression, her eyes filled with a mixture of embarrassment and helplessness. Finally, she let out a long sigh, gritted her teeth as if making a major decision, and stood up, saying, "No need, I'll cook. You...call your brother back, let's eat together. I'll go wash my face first." With that, she turned and went into the bathroom. A moment later, I heard the sound of running water. About ten minutes later, the water stopped, and when my mother came out of the bathroom, her expression was normal.

Seeing me still sitting blankly on the sofa, my mother called my name, smiled weakly, and said, "Don't look so gloomy, the sky isn't falling. Hurry up and call your brother to come home." She then went into the kitchen to start cooking, tossing out a sentence as she turned away: "The truth will eventually come out, at least it's better than your dad finding out..." I smiled bitterly and sighed—I probably smiled and sighed more times today than in the past ten years combined. I picked up the phone and called my brother's classmate's house to ask him to come home. Although I tried my best to suppress it, I could still hear the surprise and excitement in his voice.

When my brother arrived home, my mother had already prepared the meal. I don't know if my mother had come to terms with things or given up on herself, but while waiting for my brother to come home, she made me bring out all the beer in the house. When my brother arrived, my mother, who usually only drank a few sips during family gatherings at holidays, had already drunk more than a bottle. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and even her fair neck had turned a faint pink.

I didn't dare stop him, nor did I want to, especially since I was already downing my second bottle of beer. As for the food on the table, neither my mother nor I had any appetite.

Seeing my brother hesitate at the door after opening it, my mother waved to him, "Xiaojun, you're back. Come...come sit down and have a drink with Mom." My brother hesitated slightly, then sat down next to my mother, lowering his head to open a bottle of beer.

"Hehe, that's my good son. Cheers!" My mother smiled and raised her glass to my brother.

My brother, flustered, didn't even bother with a glass, clinking his glass with my mother's. My mother tilted her head back and took a big gulp, then gestured for my brother to drink quickly. My brother didn't dare say anything, chugging down half the bottle in one go. He drank too fast, and when he put the bottle down, he coughed loudly.

My mother leaned over to pat my brother's back. This action had a crucial effect: my brother's gaze, through her shirt collar, clearly saw the expanse of her full, white breasts and deep cleavage outside her bra. This only made him cough harder.

My mother quickly realized her chest was exposed, chuckled, and then did something that caught both my brother and me completely off guard: she stood up, took off her shirt, and unhooked her bra. A pair of full, snow-white, large breasts swayed before our eyes. Although they were slightly sagging and the nipples were a darker color, even I, who often played with and licked those two ample orbs, was stunned by my mother's actions, let alone my brother who was seeing them for the first time.

I was a little faster than my brother, and went to pick up the shirt to put on my mother. I glanced at my brother, and chuckled—even his baggy athletic shorts couldn't hide the prominent mound between his legs.

My mother shoved me aside without even glancing at me, walked straight to my brother, cupped her full, snow-white breasts in her hands, and said in a coquettish voice, "Xiao Jun, are Mom's breasts pretty? Do you like them?" She then stuck out her bright red tongue and licked her smooth, white flesh. Her manner was indescribably lewd.

My mind went completely blank. To be honest, even though I'd been having a relationship with my mother for almost four years, I'd never seen her act so wantonly. This was… so abnormal! And no matter how much she indulged my lewd behavior, she would never utter such explicit words.

I was completely stunned, staring blankly at the scene before me. I didn't know what my brother was thinking; I only knew that his gaze was fixed on my mother's raised breasts, and his breathing was heavier than if he'd just run 10,000 meters.

My mother smiled seductively, knelt down in front of my brother, grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. "How is it? You like Mommy's breasts, don't you? Your brother always likes to touch them, you should try!" My brother's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't utter a word. Instead, the hand my mother had placed on his breast began to knead his full, soft, snow-white flesh.

It was only then that I regained some of my senses and went to pull my mother away. After all, her current behavior seemed to suggest that she had given up on herself. Otherwise, given her originally reserved and cautious nature, she would never have made such a lewd and obsequious gesture.

Unexpectedly, the moment my hand touched my mother's shoulder, she slapped it away and yelled at me, "Get away from me!" Then she turned to my brother and said, "Ignore him, Mom will serve you well today. How about Mom sucks your dick first? Your brother said Mom's oral sex skills are very good. And do you know where your brother likes to fuck Mom the most? It's Mom's asshole. Your brother is a pervert, he likes to fuck women's assholes the most, Mom's asshole is all loosened by him. Or are you different from your brother, you like to fuck Mom's cunt? Come on, come fuck Mom. Mom's whole body is yours, you can fuck wherever you want, come on..." My mother's speech became faster and faster, and her tone became more and more intense. Her originally charming but stiff smile had completely disappeared, and her expression was almost crazy. As she spoke, she forcefully tore off the rest of her clothes, and the tears that had been suppressed for so long rolled down her cheeks amidst her hoarse screams—my mother had broken down! (An untimely interjection: those evil readers who think this is about a broken mother can go stand in the corner, this story will definitely have a happy ending—a small spoiler before the finale, author's note).

My brother and I were terrified by our mother's frenzied outburst. We rushed forward, each supporting her on either side, holding her and trying to comfort her. She struggled a few times but couldn't break free, nor did she continue screaming; she just slumped weakly in our arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

My brother and I awkwardly tried to comfort her, and seeing her cry so heartbrokenly, our eyes welled up with tears too. Eventually, it became a situation where my brother and I cried and apologized to our mother, the three of us weeping together. Luckily, the doors and windows were tightly closed that night, and the curtains were drawn; the house was quite soundproof, otherwise, it would have been troublesome if the neighbors had heard how noisy our house was.

After crying for a while, my mother finally calmed down a bit. She put on her clothes and wiped her face. "Xiao Jie, bring me the beer. Mom wants to drink." I brought over the remaining ten or so bottles of beer, and the three of us sat down on the floor, drinking, crying, and talking. Fueled by the alcohol, first my brother and then my sister, we took turns confessing our guilt and our infatuation with our mother. She, sometimes shy, sometimes coquettish, sometimes tearful, sometimes silent, finally opened up to us: the incestuous relationship with me had always been a lingering cloud over her heart, and the fact that my brother had discovered it and wanted to have incest with her was like a catalyst, filling the sky with that cloud. Actually, my mother knew there weren't any better options, but the powerful force of traditional values and her maternal pride made it impossible for her to change her mindset and calmly accept the future of incest with her two sons. Finally, her psychological defenses crumbled under the influence of alcohol, and a torrential downpour began from the overcast sky.

However, after this release, my mother's heart felt like the sun had come out after the rain. The reality before her left her with no other choice. Therefore, finding comfort and maintaining family stability through mutual satisfaction with her two sons became her final option—the so-called "life is like rape, if you can't resist, just close your eyes and enjoy it." And finally, fueled by alcohol, my mother shyly admitted that since her incestuous relationship with me, her own mature body's desires had spread like wildfire. And since my father had a lover outside, she no longer wanted to restrain herself… Seeing my mother's flushed cheeks, her shy yet alluring appearance, my brother and I could no longer suppress our burning desire. My mother had only casually draped her shirt over her shoulders, barely covering half of her full breasts, even her dark nipples were faintly visible. With every breath and movement, her snow-white, full breasts rose and fell, constantly assaulting my brother and me.

Having already had a physical relationship with my mother, and possessing the thickest skin, I laughed loudly after she finished speaking. I pulled off the shirt draped over her body, grabbed one of her breasts, and began to caress and kiss it, while gesturing

for my brother to join me. Seeing my mother nod with a smile, my brother, somewhat embarrassed, carefully caressed her other breast. His large hand, capable of holding a basketball, covered her snow-white mound, his rougher hand rubbing against her smooth, white breast, causing her to let out a soft moan.

I released her nipple, which had become erect under our combined teasing, and said with a smile, "Mom, let's go to the bedroom and onto the bed." My mother giggled and agreed, standing up and pulling my brother towards the master bedroom. My brother followed behind her, his face flushed, his embarrassed yet eager expression making her laugh.

I was eagerly about to follow her when my mother suddenly blocked the doorway. "Xiao Jie, let your brother and I be alone today... you know..." My mother hesitated, her dark eyes darting around before she gave me a bright smile. "You tidy up the room, it's up to you!" Before I could speak, she quickly turned and closed the door, locking it as well. Before she closed it, I stared in disbelief as I saw my brother give me a sheepish yet smug smile from inside the room.

"...Damn it!" Frustrated, I kicked the bedroom door lightly, sighed, and dejectedly turned to clean up the mess in the living room. From behind the door, I could faintly hear my mother's giggles and gasps, as well as the sounds of flesh colliding.

Slowly tidying up the room, listening to the intermittent sounds of a man and woman having sex, a smile began to creep onto my face. Heh, it seems this summer vacation is going to be... very erotic!

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Epilogue 1 In

2002-2003, my freshman year of college, some changes occurred in my family:

1. In July 2002, I took the college entrance examination and was admitted to the top university in our province. I came to the provincial capital in September to start my studies; 2. The construction of the "University Town" in our provincial capital, which started in the spring of 2001, was completed. So after the military training ended in October, my brother, who was a sophomore, and I moved into the same University Town; 3. After the Spring Festival in 2003, my mother persuaded my father—who probably didn't care at first—to quit his job in our hometown and come to the provincial capital. He took over a hotel near the University Town—my uncle asked an old comrade-in-arms in the provincial government for help—so that he could "take care" of my brother and me while working.

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Epilogue 2

In late June 2003, the SARS epidemic that had swept the country was basically under control, and our school lifted its lockdown, preparing for summer vacation.

I walked briskly out of the dormitory, occasionally greeting the cheering classmates along the way, humming a song softly, and excitedly headed towards the hotel my mother ran—this lockdown had lasted for almost a month, meaning I hadn't touched my mother's voluptuous and alluring body for a month, the longest interval since my incestuous relationship with my mother.

Before my mother settled in the provincial capital, she would come at least two or three times a month to receive my brother's and my semen with her ripe, juicy vagina, tight, small anus, and alluring rosy lips, helping us release our youthful desires—which led many of my classmates to joke that I was a child who couldn't live without my mother. I always laughed and said it was maternal love, something you heartless, calcium-deficient, love-starved beasts would never understand. Thinking

of my mother's full, snow-white breasts, her ripe and alluring body, especially her plump, long, irresistible legs in stockings, I couldn't help but feel a little thirsty. I quickly calmed myself down—people were coming and going on the main street, and it would be incredibly embarrassing if I got an erection and someone noticed. However, my pace unconsciously quickened.

Not long after leaving the south gate of the university town, I saw the hotel sign. The door was tightly shut; it seemed the hotel wasn't open today—which made sense, with the SARS outbreak causing widespread panic and business being very slow. My mother was also afraid of getting infected, so she gave all the hotel staff the day off. It would probably be a few more days before it reopened.

Heh heh, but it's even better if only my mother is here; then I can enjoy her body without worry—I thought gleefully, quietly taking out my key, unlocking the door, and carefully locking it again. I tiptoed towards my mother's room at the end of the first-floor corridor, wanting to scare her.

Just as I put my hand on the doorknob, ready to push the door open, I heard a woman's intermittent moans and a young man's teasing voice through the door, mixed with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding. I was startled at first, then realized: my brother had beaten me to it.

I grinned mischievously, but instead of opening the door, I pounded on it, deliberately yelling in a gruff voice, "Police inspection! Open the door! Open the door!" The noise inside vanished instantly after my yelling, followed by my brother's angry yet amused voice: "Second brother, are you trying to scare me to death?! You always pull this trick, don't you get tired of it…" I only managed to utter half a syllable of "annoying" before I heard a "smack." "How many times have I told you, don't swear!" My mother scolded my brother, then told me to stop fooling around and hurry up and come inside.

Before my mother could finish speaking, I had already pushed open the door and gone in, pretending to cover my eyes with my hand. "Is there anything inappropriate for an innocent young man like me to see?!" My mother laughed and spat at me. "Xiao Jie, you're getting more and more glib." I chuckled twice, put my hand down, and said to my brother, "Remember what Mom said, you can't swear anymore. Don't keep calling me 'Second Brother, Second Brother,' it's so inelegant! Please call me 'Big Second Brother,' thank you!" My mother immediately burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth.

I was speaking to my brother, but my eyes kept darting over my mother: her long, chestnut-red hair cascaded down her snow-white, bare back; because she was turning her body, half of her full, snow-white breasts, which had been pressed down beneath her, were exposed, revealing her erect nipples; she wore a pair of ultra-thin, open-crotch, coffee-colored pantyhose, her plump, ripe buttocks stretching the thin, soft, smooth silk fabric taut over her round, round buttocks without a single wrinkle; her two plump, slender legs were wrapped around my brother's dark legs, making the skin exposed from the crotch of her pantyhose appear exceptionally white and delicate; her rounded calves and delicate feet were tightly wrapped in the coffee-colored pantyhose, their curves soft and alluring... I felt a heat and swelling in my crotch, and lost all interest in chatting and joking. I hurriedly stripped myself naked, and with my monstrous, furious purple glans erect, I straddled my mother's plump, silky thighs.

Originally, my brother and mother were in a woman-on-top position, but when I pressed down on them, my mother's buttocks sank down, swallowing another part of my brother's thick, long penis. They both involuntarily let out a groan.

I laughed, "You're welcome!" I took a break from my busy schedule and gave my brother a high five, which amused and annoyed my mother.

Before she could speak, I skillfully parted my mother's two plump, white buttocks, my glans pressing against her glistening, oily anus, already damp with bodily fluids. With a slight thrust, accompanied by a suppressed moan from my mother, my thick, dark penis disappeared between her full, silky buttocks, then began thrusting in and out of her tight, hot anus.

As I rode on my mother's plump buttocks, indulging in the pleasure of anal sex, my brother lay beneath her, barely needing to move. My thrusts caused her to sway back and forth, and the tension from having my young, thick penis inserted into her from both ends allowed him to enjoy the sensation of her vagina swallowing and releasing his penis while leisurely reaching out to play with her swaying, full breasts.

I rode inside my mother's soft, tight anus for over ten minutes, until my back was so tired I suggested we change positions. My brother gestured for me to pull out, then got up and lifted my mother's two beautiful, stockinged legs, carrying her like a child being changed to urinate. Although I'd grown rapidly in the last two years and wasn't much shorter than my brother, in terms of strength, I could only envy him, a basketball professional.

After lifting my mother, my brother adjusted her position, and with her cooperation, this time it was my brother's penis that entered her anus. With her legs spread apart, my brother presented her wet, honeyed vulva in a shameful pose, her thick labia slightly parted, revealing the tender, red flesh inside, glistening with spring water.

My mother gently bit her lip, her shy yet blissful expression making my already erect penis twitch again. Swallowing hard, I stepped forward and with a "whoosh," easily inserted my entire penis into my mother's wet, slippery vagina. I reached out to help lift my mother's plump, long thighs, and my brother and I took turns thrusting in and out of the two fleshy holes beneath my mother... That night, my brother and I thirstily demanded my mother's mature, voluptuous body, indulging in the release of the energy that had accumulated during the school lockdown. I can't even remember how many times we did it. Anyway, my mother's mouth, vagina, and anus were all covered in our semen. The sheets were a mess. My brother and I, equally obsessed with my mother's stockinged legs, made her change into several different pairs of stockings and pantyhose, each soaked in semen. Her vagina and anus were red and swollen… When we finally fell asleep, satisfied and exhausted, I leaned over and kissed her. "Mom, I love you so much!" "Me too, Mom," my brother chimed in.

"Good sons, Mom loves… loves you both!" She kissed each of us on the forehead and smiled gently.

Yes, my mother loved us very much, even though this love exceeded the bounds of social morality. Perhaps years ago, when my mother tacitly allowed me to rub against her legs and ejaculate, this love began to spiral out of control. But—I loved this feeling of being out of control!

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