The Enchanting Fragrance Pavilion - (Part Three)

The next morning, I woke up very early because I needed to pee. When I opened my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my mother curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right arm around my waist. This excited me so much.
Looking at my mother sleeping soundly, with her mature charm and girlish beauty, I was deeply moved, and my penis swelled up like iron.
I was afraid of waking my mother, but I was so impulsive that I gently moved my body and brought my mouth closer to her lips. When I was only about two centimeters away from my target, my mother suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds, then my mother laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to ambush your mother?"
I smiled sheepishly, but I wasn't giving up. I pleaded, "Mom, just let me kiss you, just once."
My mother looked at me intently for a while, then closed her eyes. I knew this meant she agreed, so I imitated the way I'd seen kissing on TV, slowly bringing my lips closer and gently kissing her full lips. I kissed my mother's lips like that, not knowing what a real kiss was like, just imitating her, so apart from the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything special.
Just then, Mom's mouth slightly opened, and I mischievously slipped my tongue inside, wanting to startle her. But once inside, I knew how good it was. Mom's mouth was wet and slippery, and when my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock sensation shot through the tip. Naturally, I wasn't going to let such pleasure pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. Mom tried to pull away at first, but there was nowhere to hide; my tongue was tightly wrapped around her, sucking on her.
After a long, long time, Mom pushed me away, panting heavily, and said, "Are you trying to suffocate your mother?"
Having tasted the sweetness, I pleaded, "Mom, please, again! It's my first kiss, you have to let me have my fill!"
"The first time, the first kiss, the first time," Mom murmured.
I kissed her again. This time I made progress; I sucked my mother's fragrant tongue into my mouth and slowly savored it. My mother was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss.
After kissing for who knows how long, my tongue got a little numb, so I pulled away. My mother must have been exhausted long ago, as she was breathing softly beside me.
After a while, Mom sat up and said to me, "You little rascal, you've exhausted me. Even your dad doesn't kiss me for this long."
I laughed and said, "Dad gets to kiss me every day, but I only get this chance so often."
Mom got up with a smile and went to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom after she finished, she saw that I was still lying in bed and didn't get up. She came over and said, "Get up quickly, my lazy son."
"No, I want Mom to help me up," I said in a spoiled tone.
Helplessly, Mom bent down to pull me up. Just then, I saw Mom's breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. I was stunned. They were so big and white, and it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra.
When my mother noticed that I looked strange, she hesitated for a moment, then immediately realized what was wrong and turned around to sit on the edge of the bed.
I murmured to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely."
I sat up, put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and said, "Mom, I want...I want to see."
"No, we are mother and son, this won't do."
"Did Mom help me that time?"
"That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already made a mistake, and we can't continue down that path."
"Isn't Mom's breast for breastfeeding me? I even suckled on it when I was little. Besides, look at me..."
I turned my mother around so she could see my hard penis.
My mother stared at my lower body without saying a word for a long time. I stared at her and pleaded, "Mom, please, please."
I saw my mother biting her lip, nodding slightly as if shaking her head. I couldn't stand this situation any longer. I don't know where I got the courage, but I reached out and touched the shoulder strap of my mother's pajamas. Just as I pulled the right shoulder strap from her shoulder to her upper arm, my mother grabbed my hand and said, "Silly girl, this won't do." Then she got up and went to the bathroom.
I was extremely disappointed and collapsed onto the bed. But my mother came out quickly, already having taken off her pajamas, which she held in front of her chest. I was so excited and touched. It turned out that what my mother meant by taking them off like that wasn't right. I was so stupid.
My mother came over and sat on the edge of the bed. She didn't say anything, just looked at me. I was extremely nervous, and my hand trembled as I reached out. When I touched her pajamas, I also touched my mother's chest. At that moment, I saw my mother's eyes close. Her hand tightened for only a moment, and I pulled the pajamas off.
At that moment, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life: a pair of full breasts, round and firm, slightly sagging but still throbbing. The brown areolas accentuated the round, lustrous nipples. Though I had never seen other women's breasts, I was certain these were the most beautiful in the world. My mother seemed at a loss for what to do with her hands, trying to cover her chest but unable to conceal the beautiful sight. Her shy expression was utterly captivating.
It took me a long time to finally look away from those bulges. My mother was wearing white underwear, probably cotton, a very ordinary style, similar to my boxer shorts. The rest of her body was completely naked, her snow-white skin dazzlingly white. Because we were so close, I could almost see the pores on her skin. I looked at every part of my mother's body—breasts, shoulders, abdomen, thighs—it was overwhelming. I felt that this was the most beautiful body in the world, and I couldn't find any other words to describe it.
Looking at me, who was staring blankly, Mom said in a coquettish tone (which sounded absolutely coquettish to me), "Haven't you seen enough yet?"
"Not enough, not enough, I can never get enough of this beauty."
"loquacious."
I looked up at my mother, but she seemed to avoid my gaze, her eyes darting away and looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect penis and asked with concern, "Is it uncomfortable?"
I felt like I was shouting from the bottom of my heart, "Yes!"
"How pitiful," her mother said with pity.
I asked anxiously, "Mom, can you do it like last time?"
My mother looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you'd push your luck. Let me go get dressed."
How could I let her go? I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my penis. She tried to struggle, but I held on, and she gave up after a while. She carefully helped me pull down my underwear and placed her hand on my burning hot penis. She seemed surprised by how hot it was, and pulled her hand back slightly, but immediately grabbed it again. Gently stroking it gave me a feeling of soaring to the heavens again. I couldn't resist pulling my mother closer, putting my arm around her shoulder, and kissing her on the lips.
My mother had just said, "Don't touch me," when I sealed her beautiful red lips with mine.
Since I was lying down and my mother's left hand was masturbating me, when we kissed, she was practically on top of me. I pulled her close, and finally, her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I almost suffocated; a softness I had never felt before spread rapidly throughout my body from my chest. I simply pulled my mother so close that she was pressed against me, allowing her breasts to make full contact.
I was sucking on my mother's fragrant tongue, her full breasts pressed against my skin, the sensation so vivid I could feel her nipples pressing against me, and her small hand stroking my lower body. This triple stimulation was driving me wild. Soon, I reached my climax. Perhaps knowing from my previous experience, my mother struggled to free herself from my mouth, grabbed a piece of cloth-like material, and placed it on my penis, her hand continuing to stroke me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of fluid gushed out.
When I came to my senses from the intense stimulation of ejaculation, I saw my mother looking at me with those loving eyes again, but it seemed different than before. The love had changed slightly, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then I noticed that the cloth-like thing was actually my mother's pajamas. They were covered in thick semen, emitting a strong odor, and there was also a considerable amount on my mother's hands.
When Mom saw that I was awake, she laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, making such a mess of my pajamas."
I said apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry, let me wash it for you."
"Who said you had to wash it?"
Watching my mother speak, I felt that it was the same way she often spoke to my father, with a kind of coquettishness.
Could it be...?

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