Why not succumb to mediocrity? (1-7)

First

, my mother and I walked hand in hand on the tree-lined avenue.

This avenue was built two years ago, not much different from a regular road, except that instead of sidewalks

, it was lined with large trees. The trees weren't very wide, about ten meters wide on each side. If we were walking in
the direction we were going

, there was a residential area behind the trees on the left, and a railway line behind the trees on the right. This road was in a remote location, with
few

vehicles passing by; it was mainly for the convenience of a small number of residents. However, it also benefited
elderly

people who liked to take walks. With improved living standards, young men and women with private cars also benefited considerably—you
know what I mean .

My mother insisted on taking me for a walk here every day. I knew she meant well, but I really disliked it. There were two reasons:

first, the environment wasn't very good; trains rumbled past from time to time, and even replacing the trees with flowerbeds only made it
passable . Second, my mother was very beautiful, and it felt awkward to be led by her. If you ask why it felt awkward, why wasn't I satisfied with walking

with a beautiful woman 　　? That's because you've never thought about this from a son's perspective. Honestly, I'd rather my mother 　　were an ordinary-looking, talkative middle-aged woman, wearing shorts every day and forcing me to talk back to her. That 　　way, I'd happily hold her hand and go for walks; there's nothing shameful about it. But if that woman is like , 　　then she needs to be treated differently. 　　My mother's full name is Zhou Huiyi. She was born into a scholarly family, the kind of traditional woman who was well-educated and reasonable. She started as a pure and kind young girl, and only later became a woman. She was very beautiful when she was young, with many 　　suitors 　　, but she was won over by my unremarkable father, which is quite unbelievable. My mother said that back then, my father would 　　write her letters and love poems every few days, and she was moved by his literary talent, which is why she married him. I chuckled, unable 　　imagine that my father, a vulgar and uncouth businessman, could have any literary talent. To outsiders, my mother seemed to have a keen eye for business. My 　　father's fortunes improved significantly after he turned thirty. While not exactly wealthy, no one in their neighborhood seemed 　　love the people and things there as much as my mother did, so they didn't move to a better place. It was enviable, and my mother was content 　　. But as everyone knows, a successful businesswoman has her own thoughts and feelings. Sometimes she would 　　cry alone, which broke my heart. However, having received traditional "wife and mother" education, she endured it all, focusing all her 　　attention on me, hoping I would succeed. 　　I found it strange that my mother was so beautiful while my father was still philandering and often staying out all night. She 　　was 1.67 meters tall, slender in her youth, but now fuller, just right, with only 　　a small roll of fat around her abdomen when she bent over. 　　She had large breasts; I'd secretly peeked at her bra—a D cup. When she put on those tight pants, you could 　　see her round, full but not huge buttocks. I don't know if her buttocks were sagging; it's hard to 　　tell. 　　Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs were full, and her calves didn't have particularly attractive curves, but for 　　they were considered top-notch. She weighed 105 pounds, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. What's most striking about my mother is her youthful appearance. 　　She's forty-four, yet she has the youthful beauty of a thirty-four-year-old woman. But her demeanor clearly shows that she's indeed 　　reached middle age, quietly approaching fifty. Thirty-something women still have lingering desires; this group is still very concerned about their image 　　and appearance, whether they are attractive, restless, and prone to infidelity. Forty-something women are calm and composed, having seen life 　　in a new light. They dress casually, but my mother isn't sloppy; she has a more generous air. My mother is like that; the only thing that excites her 　　is my affairs. 　　I'm currently a sophomore in university, but on leave. The reasons are simple yet complex, including poor grades, 　　the difficulty of getting into a prestigious university, and a breakup. To sum it up: I don't want to stay in school for now ; 　　the farther away from that painful place, the better. After returning home in October, my mother showered me with affection, treating me like a three- 　　year-old in her arms. Every evening, she would take me for a walk to help me recover. 　　I'm very grateful to my mother, but it feels incredibly awkward. Just today, Aunt Zhang from the next building, 　　walking her dog, saw us and spurred her big yellow dog over, saying enthusiastically, "Oh, Xiao Zhou, your son is growing more and more like you , 　　so handsome!..." My mother proudly replied, "This child is so good at studying, and you're getting more and more energetic too ! 　　Yingying, come and say hello to Aunt Zhang." I had to smile and listen to them chat for ten minutes. Whenever I hear people compliment me 　　on how much I look like my mother, I feel shy and helpless. Luckily, there aren't many neighbors, and not many people take walks. Strangers 　　always cast strange glances, as if saying, "What are these two doing, acting like an inappropriate couple and mother and son? Have they 　　no shame?" My mother can be shameless for my sake, but I can't. I'm only twenty years old, and being stared at 　　like being pricked by needles. My mother, however, is completely oblivious. 　　Today, my mother and I came back from a walk around eight o'clock. After dawdling and packing up, I went back to my room and played on the computer for a while 　　, until it was past nine. At this moment, my mother 　　called to me from the living room, "Yingying, Mom is going to take a shower first, you can shower later, okay?" 　　I was startled and replied, "Okay, you go ahead and shower, don't worry about me!" But I put the computer on standby and walked towards the living 　　room. Because I had just seen some inappropriate things online, I was feeling restless and started 　　targeting my mother. But our bathroom is designed so well that it doesn't give me any chance to peek. 　　If I make an excuse to go to the toilet, my mother will definitely not let me in. So I waited on the living room sofa, turned on the 　　TV, and eagerly awaited my mother's "beautiful post-bath" picture. The TV was showing "If You Are the One," and Meng Fei's rambling on and on was making my heart ache.

What annoyed me even more was the sound of water in the bathroom. Why did women take so long to shower? Twenty minutes later,
the door

creaked

open. With a burning heart, I casually peeked out, and damn it, it was blinding! My

mother's shoulder-length hair was loose, and she was gathering it behind her head with both hands, completely exposing her two large breasts

. Her pajamas were made of gauze cotton, opaque but very thin, and her nipples were clearly visible against the fabric,
seemingly

saluting me. I dared not look any longer. If she knew I was looking at her like that, she would definitely yell at me and go back to change, and then I
would

n't be able to see anything.

I turned my gaze to the TV and said, "Finished showering? Too slow." As I spoke, I glanced at her casually and

added, "Mom, you're getting more and more beautiful, like a lotus emerging from the water!" I couldn't help but say it out loud.

My mother glared at me: "You brat! You've learned to talk back to your mother! Humph!" I chuckled awkwardly and laughed it off

. As you've read my previous description, you might think my mother is a Lin Daiyu-like figure. She
may

have had a certain timidity and literary talent in her youth, but twenty years later, she's become a modern,
ordinary

, "noble" woman. If she were still like Lin Daiyu, my father would be furious.

My mother said, "Go wash up! Be careful not to use my things by mistake again." I saw her watching TV and quickly glanced

at her. Two small, white, alluring mounds of flesh were exposed from her low-cut round neckline. My lower body was already swollen
.

"I'll finish watching this later, and then wash up before bed," I said.

"Okay, whatever."

3 My mother sat down not far from me. I could smell her faint fragrance, and with a casual glance, I saw her breasts peeking out from under her nightgown
.

Luckily, she was wearing trousers; if her beautiful legs were exposed, I couldn't guarantee I'd still have self-control.

My mother, having smoothed her hair, leaned back on the sofa watching TV and said to me, "There are grapes in the fridge, go get some and eat them

!" I inwardly groaned; my erect penis was pressing against my shorts like a bayonet, and if I stood up, I'd be
completely

exposed. I stood up, turned slightly, and pretended to be reluctant to leave the TV program, walking towards the fridge while facing the TV,
finally

escaping unscathed. While getting things from the fridge, I took the opportunity, under the cover of the fridge door, to give my mother's
breasts a good smug look

. Sigh, grapes, I have a bag full of dozens at my disposal, but I only
want

those two that I've had with me day and night.

I soaked the grapes in a bowl, took them back, and continued watching TV. Suddenly, my mother asked, "Do you really enjoy watching this dating

show?"

I said, "So-so. The host is quite interesting."

"What's going on between you and your boyfriend?"

I was startled; Mom really still wanted to ask that. When I returned from my leave of absence, I didn't tell my mother the specific reason.

I just said I was feeling down and needed to relax, and briefly mentioned my girlfriend. Sure enough, my mother was put at ease

. "It's nothing, that's how it is in college these days. People come and go, they get together and then break up," I said casually.

"Sigh, children grow up and become independent. You used to tell me everything you cared about. Now that you're older and have more on your mind, you don't

tell me, which makes me anxious."

I could hear the sadness in my mother's voice, and I could almost hear her sobbing. I didn't care about her beautiful chest or pretty

face, and quickly said, "Mom, don't worry, it's nothing, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

I leaned closer to her, my intentions were definitely not good, and said, "Actually, it's just that little thing about dating,

I just ran into it early."

"What happened?"

"My girlfriend cheated on me, she fell for someone else."

My mother said "Oh," and continued, "How long have you been dating?"

I really didn't want to talk about this, because I really liked that girl, and being cheated on naturally left a scar in my heart. Yu

P said impatiently, "Mom, stop asking. It's just a normal thing. I don't even want to mention it, so please
don't either

. Let's watch TV!"

Mom said she wouldn't bring it up, but out of concern, she still brought up the topic every few sentences: "Yingying, matters of the heart

are no small matter. Some people keep it bottled up inside, and their illness gets worse. Others face it head-on,
confront the

problem directly, and although it's painful, they can definitely get through it. Don't you agree?"

I felt a pang of sadness at her words, remembering how good I was to my girlfriend, how she used to pamper me, and tears

welled up in my eyes. My mother continued to talk to me, urging me to confide in her
,

but I stared intently at the television, not hearing a single word the program was saying.

"Mom's been through this, I understand your pain. Remember, child, you won't

succeed until you've faced unbearable hardship. People are forged through trials and tribulations; suffering now will
benefit you later

."

Even with my rebellious nature, Mom's words finally broke me down in tears. I thought of my girlfriend's heartlessness,

my indifferent roommate, all the setbacks at school, the lonely nights I spent drinking alone, and then I remembered how much Mom
cared for

me, how someone still loved me. I was deeply moved. Seeing me cry was more painful for Mom than her own suffering. She
sat down beside me ,

put her arm around my shoulder, and pulled me into her embrace, saying, "It's okay, Mom's here..."

I felt as if I'd been struck by lightning. I felt something soft against my right arm, and my grief lessened considerably.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed my mom's unbraced breast. Actually,
I'd already recovered from those painful experiences, and by the time I got home, I

was almost completely healed. But under the immense temptation, I threw myself into my mother's arms and
burst

into tears. The emotions I'd been building up for so long made my sobs incredibly heartfelt. I pressed my face against her left breast, my nose pressed firmly against her large nipple,
occasionally

lightly touching it with my lips—it felt like I was in paradise. My mother, of course, had no idea of my wicked intentions . Her
heart

ached terribly, and she kept patting my back to comfort me: "Cry, it'll feel better if you cry it out. Mom's here, don't be
afraid…

"

The sweet fragrance emanating from my mother wafted into my nostrils, and her soft, large breasts were a feast for my eyes. My penis was already

rock hard again, but reason prevailed; I simply held my mother tightly and poured out my heart. After crying for a while,
my tears

dried, and I could no longer pretend. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how. So I raised my head, looked at
my mother,

and called out, "Mom..."

My mother was still patting my back, and when she heard me speak, she looked at me. Seeing tears in her eyes, I said, "Mom

, don't be sad. Your son won't be discouraged. I'll definitely find you a better daughter-in-law in the future."

"Yes, Mom isn't sad. Mom can endure everything else, but it's you who have been wronged..." As she spoke, tears fell again.

My heart skipped a beat. Mom's words clearly had a hidden meaning. I asked urgently, "Mom, has Dad wronged you again?

Is he cheating on you with other women again?"

Mom pushed me away, wiping away her tears, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! Don't say such hurtful things!"

"I'm not going to acknowledge this father anymore!"

"Your father has it tough too. He has to socialize every day, and he has to put on a smiling face for everyone. He doesn't come home because of us

. Everything we have now was earned by your father. You can't say such things about your father!" Mom was very
angry .

"Mom! He doesn't come home because he has other women!" I shouted.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mom was really angry and yelled at me. She stood up, took a breath, calmed herself down, and

said, "Go wash up! Don't play on the computer anymore. Mom is going to sleep." After saying that, she went to the kitchen, washed her face,
and went back

to the bedroom.

I stood there alone, my mind in turmoil. I wished my mother was just an ordinary middle-aged woman; actually, I

wished for an ordinary, unremarkable family of my own. My dad is away from home most of the year, and my mom is always crying alone. This house 　　doesn't feel like a home
at all . If my mother were an ordinary woman, and my father were just an ordinary worker, even without 　　much money, I wouldn't complain. As long as the family is happy and harmonious, that's enough! 　　Now I have no sex drive at all. After showering, I went back to my bedroom, turned off the computer, and went to bed. But I couldn't fall asleep. 　　My mind was filled with images of my mother crying. 　　As the saying goes, a child is the apple of their mother's eye. My mother values me more than herself, and I love her very much. She is the symbol of my family in my heart. If she is sad, the house is shrouded 　　in gloom; if she collapses, the family falls apart. She, such a proud and arrogant woman, lets my father run wild outside , 　　all for me, so that her son can have a complete family. Otherwise, with her looks and demeanor, and countless suitors 　　, she would have divorced and remarried long ago. I hate my dad and love my mom to the core. 　　My mind is a mess. I've thought about many things, even imagining myself pinning my dad to the ground and beating him. I opened my eyes and checked 　　my phone; it was already past one o'clock. I sat up, trying to clear my head and stop my racing thoughts, but 　　my mind wouldn't cooperate, constantly conjuring up the most terrifying scenarios of family breakdown. I was extremely worried about my mother; she must be secretly crying quietly right now 　　, perhaps even keeping a large bottle of sleeping pills by her bedside! I fumbled for the light switch, opened the door, and headed towards my parents' bedroom . 　　I pressed my knee against my mother's bedroom door, but heard no sound. This made me even more frightened. Had Mom really tried to 　　commit suicide by overdosing on the pills? So I tried gently pushing the door; it wasn't locked. The moonlight filtering through the curtains was already quite dim ; 　　I could only see my mother turned sideways, facing inwards. I tiptoed, feeling my way forward, until I finally reached the bed. Because 　　it was so dark, I couldn't see my mother's face clearly, so I carefully stepped onto the bed, slowly walked over, and knelt beside her face, looking closely 　　to make sure she was alright. What I saw was enough; my heart exploded with despair . 　　I saw my mother lying on her side, tears still streaming from the corners of her eyes. The dim light completely 　　erased her already few wrinkles, revealing a face that, though imperfect, could captivate countless men, quietly blooming and exuding a soft 　　fragrance. Due to the pressure of her arms, her breasts were almost bursting out of her nightgown, her right breast revealing a large expanse 　　of snow-white flesh, the pale areola half hidden and half provocatively exposed, instantly igniting 　　. I dared not look any longer, cursing inwardly, "Damn! Such perfect breasts belong to that idiot Dad!" I prepared 　　to tiptoe out of bed. 　　Unexpectedly, my mother moved her arm, groaned, and groggily sat up, propping herself up on her left elbow 　　, shaking her head as if to clear her mind. I was startled, and in a moment of quick thinking, sat down and said, "Mom, 　　I'm afraid you…" But I stammered, unable to finish the sentence. 　　My mother, still half-asleep, looked over, paused for a moment, then rushed towards me and hugged me tightly, 　　saying in a coquettish tone, "You're finally back! I missed you so much!" She then kissed my lips. The room was dimly lit, and I 　　was backlit, so she mistook me for my father. My mind went completely blank for a moment. I hadn't intended to do anything 　　monstrous when I came, but instinct made me involuntarily open my mouth and intertwine my tongue with hers. In a daze, my hands 　　reached for her large breasts, grasping their softness through her thin clothing, almost moved to tears. Without the support of my arms 　　, we both fell onto the bed. My mother kissed me incessantly; she seemed completely absorbed in the kiss, her tongue constantly 　　tasting my tongue, licking my teeth, and occasionally escaping from my mouth to lick my nose. Her 　　breath was clean, with a faint sweetness—probably the legendary salivary amylase. I was a little breathless , 　　so I grabbed her breasts and pushed her away. 　　Mom said, "You really enjoy sleeping with other women that much? Am I that bad?" She sighed and 　　rolled off me. 　　How could I give up now? I roared inwardly and pounced on her, pressing my weight onto her incredibly soft body. I don't like kissing...

My mouth attacked her neck and earlobes, while my hands slipped under her pajamas, grabbing her large
breasts.

Mom gasped, "Slow down, it hurts." But I wouldn't listen. Before, there was only clothing; now, skin to skin, zero-distance contact

, it felt so good I wanted to shout "Mom!" After a while, I was satisfied. I kissed her from her neck to her collarbone, all the way
down ,

listening to her soft moans. I slipped under her clothes and greedily gnawed on her large breasts. I gnawed on the left, then the right,
sucking

on the nipples, leaving her large breasts dripping with juice. Mom laughed at me from above, "Old man, so
eager

! Why didn't you do this sooner!" She even patted my back. With her breasts occupied by my mouth, my hands attacked her buttocks and thighs.
My left hand

slipped inside her pants, grabbing half of Mom's buttocks, and I almost cried again. Damn, her
breasts were

as soft as breasts, and her buttocks as smooth as buttocks! So I continued to rub them. My right hand
roamed between her two full, firm legs

. The feel wasn't quite as good as her breasts or buttocks, but it exuded a sense of fullness and firmness. Even more beautiful was that, after rubbing her thighs, my right hand
reached for her

bulging vulva. The moment I touched her, Mom let out a soft "Mmm," a sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
So,

accompanied by this ethereal sound, I slipped my hand inside her panties, heading straight for the heart of the matter. I felt a good amount of pubic hair, but it wasn't messy
and was quite

neat. Although I'd only made love a few times, I was already quite experienced and easily found the paradise. My fingers slid across her
labia majora and

slipped a little inside. Mom shuddered, her legs clamping tightly around my hand, not quite whether I
wanted

leave.

She was panting heavily, and I could feel the moisture seeping out. So, I used my index finger to pry and tease, pressing the tender flesh inside and rubbing her

already erect clitoris a few times. Mom immediately became wildly aroused, her whole body burning hot, especially when I flicked her
clitoris with my right hand

. She screamed several times, her legs almost crushing my hand. I thought, it seems Mom's boudoir has been lonely and deprived
for a long time

, it's really hard on such a beautiful woman.

I always like to have plenty of foreplay so that we can both get into the mood as soon as we intercourse. Now

I saw that Mom was almost ready, so I pulled my right hand out, pulled down my underwear, and exposed my penis,
ready to

take her. Unexpectedly, as soon as I pulled my hand out, Mom couldn't wait any longer. She said in a daze, "Don't go...
um,

yes, don't use your hand, use your penis to fuck me." I was shocked. I didn't expect my dignified mother to say such a thing.
Just

now, I only said "play with women," and she was already furious. I was stunned for a moment. Mom, unexpectedly, took the initiative. She
got up

, pinned me down, took off her shirt and trousers, straddled me, and said, "Let me serve you well today
,

so you won't keep thinking about other women!" A cold sweat broke out on my lap. Sitting on me, her
two

large breasts trembled on her chest, her soft, smooth buttocks pressed against my penis. But if she
looked closely,

she would definitely see my face and realize that the person beneath her wasn't her husband, but her son! Mom looked down, found my
penis with her hand

, examined it carefully, and said, "It's so hard today, seems even bigger than usual. Hmm, homesick, huh?
Good boy,

I'll take you home." After saying that, she parted her labia with her left hand and sat down, guiding my penis. My mind went blank. I
only

felt my penis entering a soft, smooth, and powerful paradise. Mom's vagina was tightly sucking me,
pressed against me,

and I could clearly feel every tender piece of flesh inside. The moment my penis slid into her vagina, I gripped the sheets tightly,
my entire

being focused on the head of my penis, savoring the warmth my mother was giving me. After sitting down, she let out
a long sigh ,

then closed her eyes and began to move up and down, stroking me. I breathed a sigh of relief, but remained too afraid
to move ,

lest she open her eyes and see the truth. I stared intently at my mother; in the dim
moonlight ,

she looked like a celestial being descended to earth. Her head tilted back, bobbing up and down, her breasts rising and falling with the waves. Her hands pressed against my lower abdomen, her full buttocks
slapping against

my groin, the coolness of her buttocks contrasting with the heat of her vagina.

"Mmm…ah…" my mother moaned softly. I desperately wanted to reach out and touch her breasts, to rub her buttocks

, but I dared not. This lack of distraction made my glans incredibly sensitive, and combined with the intense stimulation before
me

, after less than forty strokes, a surge of heat shot through my groin, my body stiffened, and I ejaculated.

I ejaculated several times with a "plop plop," feeling that although it was my shortest ejaculation, it was definitely my most pleasurable one.

My first time, I usually only ejaculated after seventy or eighty thrusts. We were both covered in sweat, motionless. I sensed my mother

might open her eyes, so I propped myself up on my arms to hug her. Unexpectedly, Mom got off me, squatted beside
me

, and touched my penis, saying, "Old Luo, why were you so quick today? Were you too excited from not being home for so long?"

She never looked at me, and I froze, too scared to move.

Mom slapped my thigh and continued, "You're satisfied, but I'm not. I can't let you off the hook!" Then she

knelt down, opened her mouth, and took my already limp penis into her mouth.

Damn! Oral sex! Oral sex after ejaculation! I'd only ever read about submissive heroines

cleaning men's penises after they ejaculated in novels, never imagining such a blissful thing would happen to me. Of course, Mom wasn't
cleaning

my penis; she wanted to revive my virility. I was puzzled as to why my usually dignified mother was
so

... well... wanton. Was she just incredibly horny? Or was this the legendary "refined lady off the bed, wanton woman in bed"?

My mother's tongue kept teasing my glans, probing my urethral opening with its tip, and I immediately got hard again. My mother,
while

holding my penis with her hand, used her mouth to stroke it, mumbling, "Mmm... mmm... pretty fast."

I had never experienced such treatment before. My mother's oral skills were superb, taking care of every part of my penis, from the shaft to the glans.

She licked and probed, the pleasure was so intense I felt like my soul was leaving my body. I barely managed to lift my head and saw a beautiful woman kneeling on
the bed ,

her hair loose, her large, white buttocks raised, her soft breasts swaying, her head licking
my

penis up and down. It was paradise on earth.

Suddenly, Mom probed my glans with her tongue, and I shuddered, involuntarily crying out, "Ah! Mom…

"

This startled me. Mom looked up in surprise and whispered, "What!?" I nervously

shifted back, knowing I'd been caught. Mom slowly crawled to the head of the bed and turned on the chandelier. In an instant, the room was as bright as
day

. I saw that my mother was completely naked, one hand still pressing the switch, the other hand supporting herself on the bed. Her large, peach-shaped breasts
hung down in

front of her chest, and her two pink nipples stood up shyly. It was really not easy for her to still have pink nipples even in middle age.

Her pubic hair in the triangle area was messy, which turned out to be covered with my semen and her vaginal fluid. Her
flushed

face instantly turned deathly pale. She stammered, "You...you..."

I don't know where the courage came from, a wolfish heart and lustful audacity. I rushed to the bedside, grabbed my mother, and kissed

her neck, saying, "Mom, don't be afraid...no one knows about us."

My mother was thrown onto the bed, pounding her fists and shouting, "Let go! Get out! You beast!...Even your mother

..." She pushed me away forcefully, and I was indeed pushed away a little, but now my face was right in front of hers
.

While kneading her large breasts, I said, "I just wanted to see you, afraid you'd be heartbroken and something bad would happen. You
treated me

like your father, but you took the initiative..."

My mother still pushed and hit me, saying, "I'm your mother! You beast! This is incest! If

people find out, how will we face each other?"

"It's already happened! I just ejaculated, it's already happened, so don't worry. Mom, give me one more time!"

7 I excitedly kissed her face, my hands kneading her large breasts incessantly, while my penis searched for an entrance
,

thrusting wildly everywhere.

But Mom was clamped down tightly, and I couldn't get in.

"Get away! I'll count to three, and if you don't get away, we'll sever our mother-son relationship tomorrow!" she

said with difficulty, her hands gripping my shoulders .

How could I possibly get away! "I won't! From now on, you'll still be my mother, and also my wife. I won't marry anyone else; I'll

only live with you." After saying that, I removed her hands and started nibbling and sucking on her breasts.

Mom was heartbroken, but still resisted fiercely. She flailed her arms and legs, trying to kick me away, which made things easier

for me. I seized the opportunity, and with a few twists, my body separated her legs, my penis and
vagina only

a step apart. Mom knew that things had reached the most crucial moment; if I went in, there would be no turning back.
She struggled

to sit up, slapped me hard across the face with her right hand, and yelled, "You beast! If you want me to still be your mother, 　　get out now!"
I 　　was seeing stars from the blow, a surge of anger rising within me. I moved my hands from her breasts to her crotch, 　　aiming my penis and thrusting forward. 　　Mom grabbed my arm, yelling, "No!" My first thrust didn't penetrate; the head of my penis touched her clitoris. 　　She immediately let out a soft moan, then pinched and twisted my arm—a sign of her weakness. I endured 　　the pain, aimed at the entrance, and pushed the head of my penis inside. A ring of tender flesh tightly enveloped my glans, the pleasure making me want to 　　swear. I slowly pushed my penis further in, fully experiencing the wetness and tightness of Mom's vagina. As I penetrated , 　　Mom stopped hitting me, her eyes fixed on me, breathing heavily, as if in despair , 　　or perhaps expectant of me, repeatedly whispering, "No, no, no." I inserted two-thirds of it, my heart pounding with excitement. I couldn't help but 　　thrust my hips forward, plunging it all the way in. Our pubic bones pressed together, the soft, hairy outside feeling incredibly comfortable. Inside, my 　　mother's vaginal muscles gripped my penis tightly, making it even more stimulating. But actually, the physical pleasure all came from the mind . 　　What drove me wild was the sight of my beautiful, dignified mother lying beneath me, her vagina enveloping my penis. Influenced by erotic 　　novels, I had fantasized about my mother's body countless times, but moral constraints and my love and respect for her had kept me from 　　any impulse. Now, my mother, naked from the waist down, legs spread, lying on the bed, was mating with me—a sight even more beautiful than my fantasies 　　. 　　My hands returned to her two irresistible breasts, thrusting a couple of times, the pleasure indescribable. At this moment, 　　my mother had given up resisting, turning her head away from me. Suddenly, two clear tears rolled down her cheeks, striking my heart. 　　A jolt of fear shot through me, and I felt a pang of regret, but I didn't stop thrusting. I leaned down and kissed Mom's neck, saying, 　　"Mom, I love you, I love you." 　　Mom said listlessly, "If you leave now, it's not too late, otherwise it will really be too late." 　　Mom suddenly came to her senses, and with a strength she didn't know she had, she pushed my shoulder hard. I almost pushed her away, using one 　　hand to grab her hand that was pushing me, and the other hand to press on her breast to prevent her from getting up, while my lower body thrust even more violently. 　　Mom was obviously experiencing pleasure, moaning a few times, but still pushing and hitting me. While I was kneading her large breasts, 　　I said, "Mom, Dad wasn't good to you, I'm good to you, I... I'll make it up to you." 　　"Get out... um... ah... get away, you... bastard... ah... I don't have a son like you... 　　" Mom was already panting, pleasure surging through her body like a tide. 　　At this moment, Mom stopped pinching and hitting, she just pushed my shoulders with both hands, not letting me get closer to her. I could only 　　caress her breasts, which wasn't enough, so I pushed her hands away, bent down to kiss her mouth, and at the same time, my lower body was 　　slapping against my mother, who was like a small boat in the waves. Mom turned her head to the right, closed her eyes to avoid my kiss 　　, but she kept moaning.

Slightly annoyed, I straightened up, grabbed her waist, and thrust a few times with great force. Normally,

I would only dare to use these thrusts when I was about to ejaculate, but having already ejaculated once, my stamina had increased. Now, I was hard and lasting, full of
confidence

, truly the best state I'd ever been in. Mom didn't expect me to suddenly exert so much force. She turned her head and looked at me fearfully, panting
,

"No...no...ah!...no...I...I...ah..."

8 Looking at Mom's large breasts rolling like waves and her coy resistance, I felt that
I would be willing .

I gripped her waist tightly with both hands and thrust into her with all my might. My penis, frothy with white foam, pounded hard and fast. Mom
's vaginal

muscles contracted and writhed with each thrust, so tight that my soul seemed to fly away.

Mom was being pounded so hard she felt like she was falling apart. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, clinging to me, but she kept

saying, "No...no...you beast...no...I..."

I stopped abruptly and said, "Mom, what did you say? Did you tell me to stop?" I was truly influenced by pornography.

Mom

, lost in passion, said, "Don't stop, don't stop...no—" Suddenly realizing what was happening, she yelled at me, "Get out!"

I reached out and grabbed Mom's breast tightly with my left hand, kneading it incessantly. My right hand reached between Mom's legs, using a

move I wasn't very skilled at—of course, learned from porn and erotic literature—pressing, twisting, and rubbing Mom's erect

clitoris, while simultaneously thrusting harder.

If Mom had been suppressing her pleasure and moaning softly before, now she was screaming, "Ah...ah...no

...don't...don't...you're killing me...I'm going to die...I'm going to come...ah..."

My left hand continued to grip her breast tightly, the flesh overflowing between my fingers. Normally, Mom would have cried out in pain long ago.

My right hand kept rubbing and teasing her clitoris, stimulating that little bean. I stared intently at Mom, thrusting in and out forcefully. Mom

stared intently at me, repeatedly shouting, "You bastard...you want me...you want...me...ah...it feels so good...
it feels

so good...I'm going to come...I...I...I really can't...it feels so good—
"

My face was flushed, and I thrust desperately, feeling my penis go numb. Mom's vaginal muscles gripped my penis tightly,

the friction of the glans sending waves of sensation to my brain, which I tried my best to suppress.

I roared, "Mom! Does it feel good?!" At the same time, I pushed forward with all my might, making a slapping sound,

wishing I could shove myself all the way in.

Suddenly, Mom gripped my left arm tightly with both hands, looking at me with a dazed expression: "No...don't make me climax...ah

...so good...so good...fuck me to death...fuck me every day...fuck me...climax..."

Suddenly her whole body tensed, her nails digging into my arm, and she screamed, "Ah—" I felt like I was being crushed.

My vagina was already overflowing, but I still felt a gush of water gushing out. Her vaginal muscles contracted incessantly, tightly
embracing my

penis.

Mom's dazed expression lasted for over twenty seconds. I stopped thrusting, waiting for her to relax, and said, "Mom,

I love you."

She said weakly, "Get...get away..."

"Mom, you climaxed, but I haven't ejaculated yet." I started thrusting again, but slowly and lightly

.

Mom smoothed her disheveled hair with her hand, then lay still, letting me do as I pleased. Her breasts were covered in my

scratches, her face was as red as an apple, her eyes half-closed, lost in a daze of passion. For her, it would be worth dying for.
I slowly

increased my speed, and soon Mom opened her eyes, regaining her spirits. However, as she opened her eyes,
two

lines of tears rolled down her forehead. She said, "You rascal...you rascal..."

I said, "Mom, your son is your lover from a past life."

"Yingying, tell me...ah...do you love Mom?...Oh..." She looked at me earnestly, suppressing her

pleasure.

"Love, of course I love you. I'll love you for life," I said.

"Then can you lift Mom up?" She suddenly smiled.

I was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. This was my favorite position. I leaned down, letting Mom hug

my neck. I grabbed her full, smooth buttocks with both hands and lifted her up.

Mom's breasts pressed tightly against my chest, her vagina wrapped around my penis, fully inserted. She whispered in my ear,

"Now we have no gap, move."

I hummed in agreement and began thrusting, gripping her buttocks. My mother's nipples rubbed against my chest, her buttocks were

in my hands, her vagina tightly enveloped me, and now it was even yielding to me; I was blissfully in heaven.

The thrusting gradually quickened, and my mother breathed softly. I was driven mad with lust, gripping my mother's buttocks tightly, lifting her up and down
nine times, pounding into her with tremendous force at top speed. Mom immediately gasped like the first time, but this time she said, "Ah...

so good...so beautiful...so beautiful...I'm going to die today...twice...ah...so beautiful...good boy...

Mom loves you..."

I shouted, "Mom! I love you too!"

Mom didn't answer me, she just gasped, "Ah...ah...ah...woo woo...mmm..."

I suddenly stopped and said, "Mom, I want to suck your breasts."

Mom said, "Don't stop, keep going, keep going." At the same time, she freed one hand to grab her left breast and lift it up.

I lowered my head and chewed on Mom's fragrant breast flesh. After a few bites, I said, "Mom, I want to keep sucking,
don't

let go." Mom said anxiously, "Hurry up and move, I won't let go. You can eat as much as you want." I sucked on Mom's
nipple and

kept sucking, while at the same time I started to thrust hard. I glanced up and saw Mom 　　looking at me with her head down, her eyes filled with desire, and she was babbling incoherently
.

My feelings were already
incredibly

intense, so I opened my mouth wide and bit down on my mother's breast, swallowing a large chunk of flesh. My teeth gripped the flesh, and my tongue
incessantly

licked the nipple. My penis swelled to its maximum, and I thrust in and out rapidly. Unlike the first time, I didn't care about my mother's pleasure; I
just

fucked her with all my might, trying to reach orgasm as quickly as possible. *

Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap*

"Good son... let... let Mom climax... it feels so good... you're so amazing... I... I'm going to climax...

"

I didn't utter a sound, all my strength concentrated in my hips, Mom was on top of me, her vaginal muscles rolling in and out.

I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I thrust even more violently.

Mom said intermittently, with a sob in her voice, "It's... so good... Mom loves you... you're fucking me to death—"

As she spoke, Mom suddenly opened her mouth and bit my shoulder, whimpering. At the same time, a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out,

her vaginal muscles tightly gripping my penis.

I screamed "Ah—", my soul flying away from Mom's grip, my penis shooting like a machine gun.

My legs stiffened, almost cramping, and Mom was still biting my shoulder. I whispered, "Mom, it hurts."

Mom released her mouth, her head resting on my shoulder. I was powerless, falling forward and pressing Mom onto the bed.

Silence fell, I was immersed in happiness, Mom was immersed in pain.

Suddenly, Mom cried, wiping away her tears as she said, "Get up! Get out!"

I stubbornly lay on her chest, sucking on one of her nipples, and said, "I won't leave, Mom, I love you!" Mom gently

stroked my hair and said tenderly, "Mom loves you too, but we can't do this. The mistake
has already

made, so we can only try our best to forget it. You've already gotten what you wanted, haven't you? Forget it... child...
"

"No, Mom, I can't forget!"

Mom suddenly said sternly, "You're not allowed in this room anymore, understand? You're not allowed to touch me anymore! Get out!"

I was startled and stood up, saying, "Mom, you just said you wanted me to fuck you every day! Why are you like this now?"

Mom was furious, stood up and pushed me out, crying, "Get out! You beast! Don't ever come into this room again!"

I was pushed out of the room and looked back. Mom, her large, red and white breasts swaying, my

semen dripping down her thighs, looked at me, her voice softening again: "Starting tomorrow, I'll still be your mother, and you'll still be my son. Forget
today

. Otherwise, I'll kill myself." She slammed the door shut.

I knocked: "Mom, don't be upset. I won't make you angry anymore. Don't do anything rash!"

Mom said from the other side of the door: "Don't worry, Mom, I'm fine. Let me be alone for a while. Starting tomorrow, everything

will be as usual."

I returned to my bedroom dejectedly, reflecting on everything that had just happened.

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