Mom, let me give you a woman's happiness!

Mom, let me give you a woman's happiness!

Today I'm telling you my story with my mother. Whether it's fiction or real, it doesn't really matter. What matters is sharing that captivating passion with friends who have a thing for mature women or a mother complex. I'm not a professional writer, and I hate those kinds of articles that are just rambling on and on. Today's story is more in-depth, nuanced, realistic, and full of emotion. If you're interested, please continue reading.
The story should start when I was twelve or thirteen. Back then, the small town in the 1990s wasn't as prosperous as it is now. Many families lived in single-story houses allocated by their work units, without heating, mostly using stoves. These things don't seem important. What's important is that due to the limitations of the conditions, I still shared a bed with my parents. The so-called "bed" was a wooden plank placed next to my parents' double bed, about a hand's width lower than the double bed. It was on this plank that I began my most innocent sexual development.
I wonder if anyone else feels the same way. I'm usually a deep sleeper, but I always wake up startled whenever my parents make love. Maybe it's a natural law, a kind of sexual awakening.
But whatever the reason, this intentional or unintentional voyeurism sparked my initial desire for women's bodies. The low moans my mother made under my father always left me restless the next day. The two times I remember most vividly were when my parents finished making love, and my mother was using a chamber pot to urinate (it should be noted that the bungalows in our workplace didn't have private bathrooms; people had to go to the public toilet at the back of the yard to get up at night, so everyone carried a chamber pot to avoid having to run around at night). My father was already asleep, because more than ten minutes had passed since they finished. The heart-pounding sounds of their bodies colliding and my mother's ecstatic moans kept me awake for a long time.
Suddenly, I heard the click of the light being turned on. I squinted my eyes and observed what was happening. I watched as Mom lifted the covers, slowly moved to the foot of the bed, and bent down to retrieve the chamber pot. What came into view was a woman's smooth, white buttocks. And, because they had just finished making love, Mom wasn't wearing underwear. Between her snow-white buttocks were two thick labia majora, sparsely haired, the purplish-red flesh glistening with the lingering moisture. At that moment, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest, my breath quickened, and my mouth went dry. Whether it was my uneven breathing that caught Mom's attention or something unconscious, she glanced back at me. To be honest, it terrified me.
Just as I was wondering how to pretend to be asleep, Mom casually turned back and placed the chamber pot under her, squatting over it. A swishing sound reached my ears. Later, I learned that not all women make a swishing sound when they urinate; it varies depending on the structure of their genitals. My mother's vulva made that melodious, whistling swishing sound because her labia were large and thick. Finally, there was the tinkling sound of a few drops of urine falling into the basin, a sound that seemed to pound against my heart... Another time was in early summer. The weather was already quite warm, but the nights were still a little cool, so a light blanket was needed. That night, my parents were making love with the 17-inch black-and-white TV on. I don't remember what movie was playing now; perhaps I didn't even know what was on, because my attention wasn't on it.
Maybe because the TV was on, they thought it would mask the sounds of their frenzied pleasure. This time, my mother seemed especially engrossed. She straddled my father, her hands on his chest, squeezing her two snow-white breasts out of shape, her buttocks slapping against his abdomen with rapid up-and-down movements, her neck covered in sweat, and even strands of hair at her temples stuck to her cheeks. My mother demanded more and more, like a maddened beast. At the moment of climax, her body trembled and convulsed on top of my father. My blood boiled, and my lower body was rock hard. I couldn't bear to watch any longer. For a young child like me, and for someone who had already gone through puberty, this erotic scene was simply too much to handle.
After the lovemaking, there was a brief silence. Later, I heard them turn off the TV, and then my father's snoring began. The hot weather, combined with my aroused state, made me stick one leg out. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that my penis, which had been uncontrollably hard since the erotic scene, was now slightly softer, but its shape kept shifting, causing it to peek out from under my pants. Because of the tension, I didn't dare move, remaining in one position, my body almost frozen.
I was sleeping on my mother's side. Perhaps because she had calmed down from the intense sex, she noticed me beside her and, worried I might catch a cold, reached out and tugged at the blanket covering my leg that was sticking out. This tug revealed my erect penis. In my hazy memory, my mother stood there, propped up by the blanket, stunned for about half a minute. Then, I felt a warm, delicate hand tuck my penis back into my underwear. In that instant, I desperately tried to control my emotions, afraid it would get even bigger, but things didn't go as planned. When my mother's hand touched my penis, it still jerked violently. What my mother thought during that half-second pause, I still don't know. Did she know I was spying? Was she ashamed of discovering my spying? Or something else? Later, after having sex with my mother, I asked her about it. She said she didn't remember, so I didn't press her further, but I know she wasn't telling the truth. Regardless, this incident may have been the initial prelude to my illicit affair with my mother. That early summer night, I witnessed my mother's madness; she touched my penis...
At this point, I think I should introduce the characters in this story. I am 32 years old, born in the 1980s, and a senior executive at a company; my mother, the protagonist of this story, is a bank employee in a county town; my father is a minor bureau chief in a county town; my aunt, two years older than my mother, is the chief physician of the obstetrics and gynecology department at the county hospital; and my uncle is the factory manager of a tableware factory in the county town. I'm introducing my aunt and uncle here because their story will be involved later, which I will tell you slowly. Later, during a meal with my parents' friends, I inadvertently learned that my uncle had pursued my mother first, but my father's intervention led my mother to ultimately choose him, and my aunt and uncle eventually became lovers. Sometimes, I am very grateful to my uncle and mother. If my uncle hadn't backed down, and if my mother hadn't insisted on marrying my father, I wouldn't exist, and this story wouldn't exist.
Getting back to the point, when I was about fourteen, the bureau built a new building, and our family moved into a two-bedroom apartment. From then on, my parents and I slept separately. Fortunately, my father was always away on business trips, and my mother, being timid, would ask me to sleep with her on the days he was away. My mother and aunt were both naturally beautiful. In their youth, it wasn't just my father and aunt's husband who pursued them. They shared common characteristics: full and rounded figures, fair skin, and tall stature. Even now, they look to be around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, perhaps because both families were well-off and they took good care of themselves.
It was precisely because of this, or perhaps because of that unforgettable voyeurism, that whenever I slept with my mother, fantasizing about her full, fair body, I would always toss and turn, unable to sleep. Even worse, I masturbated next to my mother several times. Once, I had barely lain down when I couldn't wait to take out my penis and start masturbating, fantasizing about my mother's body and recalling her ecstatic moans.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, my mother spoke: "Xiao Jian, are you asleep?" I jolted awake, pretending to be half-asleep, and mumbled, "Um... what's wrong?" My mother said, "Nothing, I just felt the bed shaking. Did you feel an earthquake?" I replied, "No." My mother stopped talking. I knew I had been too loud and disturbed her, so I stopped. About ten minutes later, I couldn't hold back anymore and started masturbating again, but this time the movements were much gentler...
Time slipped by unnoticed. At 18, I went to university in another province, leaving the small county where I had lived for nearly twenty years. The day my family took me to school was lively and bustling. I suddenly realized my father had aged. Working for the government, business trips, overtime, and social engagements made a man in his mid-forties look like an old man, with much more gray hair.
My mother and aunt, however, remained alluring, like ripe cherries, tempting one to take a bite. That year, my mother was 38, and my aunt was 40... University life wasn't as exciting as I'd imagined. Besides classes and games, dating became another source of fun for boys, and I was no exception. But unbelievably, my girlfriends were always two years older than me, upperclassmen, which my roommates often teased me about, saying I had a strange taste.
I don't know if it was my mother's influence, but I always compared my girlfriends to her—their looks, figures, even their expressions during sex. I even fantasized that the woman moaning with pleasure beneath me was my mother...
My mother would call from time to time to check on me, but besides studies and life, she would also ask if I had a girlfriend. When I told her I did, she would be silent for a moment. Then she would ask: "Is she pretty? Is she prettier than Mom?"
Whenever this happened, I would proudly say: "She's very pretty, Mom, you'll definitely be satisfied." Looking back now, I realize I really went too far, completely disregarding my mother's feelings. At that time, her other kind of love for me was already beginning to show... During my first summer vacation in college, I used the excuse of participating in a school work-study program to stay home, hoping to have some fun with my girlfriend. I called my mother to tell her, and she seemed disappointed and a little angry—of course, I only understood this later in retrospect. My girlfriend and I rented a small house in a village outside the school, spending every night in passionate embraces, and within ten days, I felt I had lost a lot of weight. I remember it was a Sunday morning; I hadn't even woken up yet when my phone rang. It was my mother calling.
Mom: Xiaojian, where are you? Mom's at your school gate.
I jumped up: Mom, what brings you here?
Mom: How can I not welcome you!
Me: No, no, I'm so happy! Wait here, I'll come pick you up.
My girlfriend was woken up by our call and asked me sleepily what was going on. I said my mom was here, and she immediately panicked.
Me: It's okay, I'll just introduce you to my mom.
Girlfriend: Is it appropriate?
Me: What's there to be afraid of? My mom won't kill you, and my darling is so beautiful. As I said this, I pinched my girlfriend's cheek.
After a quick tidying up, my girlfriend and I arrived at the school gate. When we introduced ourselves, I carefully observed their expressions. My girlfriend seemed embarrassed, while my mother pursed her lips, only nodding slightly before biting her lower lip and scrutinizing my girlfriend for a while. After picking up my mother, I led her to our rented apartment. Seeing the mess and the lack of even a place to step, my mother looked unhappy and grumbled a few times. She said things like, "I can't eat well, I can't live well, I've lost weight, and she doesn't even know how to clean the house..." As she spoke, she helped us clean. My girlfriend wanted to help, but my mother wouldn't let her. But embarrassingly, my mother actually found used condoms under the bed, I don't know when she threw them away. At that moment, my mother was stunned, and her face turned somewhat ugly. Because of my mother's visit, my girlfriend went to stay at a classmate's house in the city, while my mother and I stayed in our rented apartment for two days. Since it's a university town, far from the city center, staying in a hotel wasn't convenient. It was during this holiday, during these two days in our rented apartment, that our lives and our mother's changed... After dinner, my mother talked to me a lot about family matters: my father's promotion to section chief was about to be announced, meaning he'd have even more social engagements, spending eight or nine days out of ten away; my cousin was graduating and preparing for the civil service exam; my uncle's factory was doing exceptionally well this year, and so on—she talked about all sorts of family matters. I felt like my mother had endless things to say. We chatted until late at night, and then she said, "Go to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the city for a stroll." "Oh, do you have a small basin? We've been traveling all night; I need to wash quickly. You should wash too, or you'll smell." She emphasized the word "smelly" when she said "smelly." I found a small basin for my mother, but found there was nowhere to wash it. Luckily, there was a clothesline in the middle of the room, so I found some clips and clipped the sheets onto it, effectively dividing the small room into two. With everything ready, my mother went behind the sheets, and I heard the rustling sound of her taking off her clothes, followed by the splashing of water. I suddenly noticed the light was on my mother's side of the room. Under the light, an alluring woman's body was reflected on the sheet. My 38-year-old mother's breasts were still so firm, and her buttocks were still round and pert. I couldn't help but swallow hard, trying not to look, but I just couldn't resist.
Mother: Xiaojian, when did you and her start living together? She paused for a moment when she said "her."
Me: No, not long ago, just this summer vacation. We haven't been back. I stammered my answer. Actually, I started dating my girlfriend not long after I started university, and we moved in together in the first semester of our freshman year, but we dared not say it.
Mom: You know, there are some things you can't do while you're growing... right?

Me: Yeah.
Mom: What 'yeah'? Mom's serious. Everything should be done in moderation. Tomorrow, Mom will go to the supermarket to buy you some goji berries and turtle soup to make you some nourishing soup. Oh, give me the pajamas from Mom's bag.
Hearing this, I turned around and took Mom's suitcase, unzipped it, and there were several dresses to change into, big floral tube skirts, the kind that are fitted. I thought they would look good on Mom. Flipping down, there was a light pink pajama set, the kind made of cotton. I pulled this out, and out came a piece of sheer, flesh-colored panties, very thin, almost transparent, with lace trim, and it was a thong. Touching these panties, my lower body immediately swelled up.
Mom: Did you find them? Oh, and those panties too, give them both to me.
Okay! I composed myself and quickly handed them over.
After Mom finished showering, she urged me to shower too. After a quick wash, I went to bed and saw Mom leaning against the headboard, flipping through a magazine. Her pink pajamas clung to her body, outlining her alluring curves. Mom wasn't wearing a bra, and her two breasts were faintly visible through the fabric. Because it was low-cut, her two white mounds of flesh created a deep cleavage below her neck. This sight aroused me, and I slowly got an erection. Afraid that Mom would see, I quickly bent over and lay down on the bed, turning to my side and curling my legs up.
Me: Mom, go to sleep.
Mom: Okay.
Putting down her book, Mom turned off the light switch by the bed. The room went dark for a moment, but slowly, the light from outside returned. Half an hour passed, and I still couldn't fall asleep. It seemed Mom was too; I couldn't hear her sleeping soundly. We both seemed to be waiting for something. The room was quiet, save for the soft breathing of two people. I turned over and saw my mother with her back to me. Because her legs were curled up, her round buttocks appeared even more full. Perhaps because of the constant turning, the hem of her nightgown had been rolled up to her hips, a thin, flesh-colored strip of fabric digging into her crotch, clearly revealing half of her white buttocks. This sight instantly overwhelmed me, leaving my mind blank. As if possessed, I reached for that place I had longed for countless times in my dreams and during masturbation. My hand trembled, and when my palm touched my mother's full buttocks, I let out a long sigh of relief. Heaven was on my side. My mother didn't react at all, letting me caress her. My excitement grew hotter and hotter. I wasn't satisfied with just caressing her buttocks anymore. I boldly pulled her nightgown up higher, exposing her entire buttocks and waist. My mother's waist was very slender, without an ounce of excess fat... Just as I was lost in my sweet dream, I suddenly felt something touch my penis. Yes, it was my mother's hand. Her slender fingers were rubbing back and forth through my underwear, and a tingling sensation instantly spread throughout my body. What I didn't expect was that after a while, my mother's hand actually reached inside my underwear. The moment it gripped my penis without any resistance, my mother let out a muffled "Uh..." At that moment, I disregarded everything and pressed myself tightly against the mother of the person who had posted the previous post. My hands roamed freely over her breasts and buttocks, roughly tearing at her nightgown and panties. She cooperated, pulling her panties down to her ankles and removing her nightgown, revealing her snow-white body. But she didn't turn around; later, she said she was too afraid to face me the first time. I reached between her legs; her wet, slippery vulva felt like cleaned clam meat, completely soaked with her fluids. When I touched her labia, her body trembled slightly, and her grip on my penis tightened, becoming very strong. I felt like I was about to ejaculate.
Me: Mom, can I come in?
Mom: Mm. The mm was so soft it was almost inaudible.
As if I'd received a royal decree, I took off my underwear, pressed myself against Mom's back, and thrust in from the side. The slippery, wet fluid made my entry unimpeded, and as I reached all the way in, Mom let out a long "Ah...". I thrust in and out with all my might, and because I was on the side, I placed my hands on Mom's waist, pulling her body down while my penis thrust upward. Mom buried her head in the pillow, one hand covering her mouth to try and suppress the sound, the other hand gripping the pillowcase tightly. Within minutes, I was drenched in sweat, and it seemed my mother was too, with even more fluid flowing out. The sounds of our buttocks slapping against each other, and the squelching of my penis going in and out of her vagina... This time it didn't last long, less than 10 minutes, before I felt myself ejaculating. I tried to control myself, but at that moment, my mother's vagina began to contract tightly. Without me noticing, she bit down on the pillowcase, letting out muffled groans. The pleasure stimulated my brain, and I exploded. Streams of semen, accompanied by the trembling of my penis, shot deep into my mother's vagina. At that moment, my mother spat out the pillowcase, letting out a blissful cry: "Ah...ah..." She then grabbed my hand that was resting on her waist and pressed it forcefully against her breasts. My mother's screams seemed to shake the house to its core, her body trembling uncontrollably, her hips no longer restrained, but desperately thrusting backward... After the climax, everything calmed down. I embraced my mother from behind, kissing her neck, my penis only wanting to withdraw after a long while, but as soon as I moved, my mother immediately grabbed my buttocks with her hands.
Mother: No, don't pull out... again in a very low voice.
I obediently remained inside my mother's body, neither of us speaking again, drifting off to sleep.
I was awakened from my slumber by the hustle and bustle of the urban village. Opening my eyes, I found my mother lying quietly in my arms, like a newlywed wife, a slight smile on her face in her sleep. I couldn't help but kiss her forehead. Unexpectedly, this kiss woke my mother. She opened her eyes, and the moment she saw me, she hurriedly covered her chest with her hands, her face flushed.
Mother: Xiao Jian, get up quickly, isn't it very late?
Before I could react, my mother had already quickly sat up and reached for her clothes on the chair next to her. I pulled her into my arms, preventing her from moving.
Me: Good Mommy, I want you.
Mommy: Baby, no... You're growing, you can't be so indulgent. Mommy will give it to you tonight, okay?
Me: No, I want it now, good Mommy, good Ruolan.
As I spoke, my hand roamed over my mother's breasts, so full that one hand could barely cover them. Those little cherries stood firmly, the ones that had nourished my growth. The moment I called out "Good Ruolan," I clearly felt my mother's body shudder as if she had been electrocuted. I knew that the moment I called her name, my mother and I had transcended the simple definition of mother and child, adding another layer of fusion—a man and a woman, sex and love, spirit and flesh. After a moment's pause, my mother suddenly turned around, her hot lips seeking my kiss. When our lips met, it was an instinctive, passionate response. The entanglement of our tongues, the collision of our teeth, the flow of saliva—it was so beautiful at that moment. I turned my mother's body around and pressed her down beneath me, my tongue and lips roaming over her alluring, mature body—her neck, earlobes, chest, armpits… The weather was beautiful that day; sunlight streamed through the thin curtains of the rented room, making it bright and clear, unlike the night before. Now, I could truly admire the beauty on the bed, a woman I had been with day and night for nearly 20 years. My tongue traveled down from her breasts, tracing her flat stomach, touching her sparse pubic hair. Yes, my mother didn't have much pubic hair, just a few strands above her clitoris, wavy and sparse. I looked up and saw my mother straining to lift her head off the bed, watching my movements, her eyes somewhat glazed. I didn't know if it was longing, anticipation, excitement, or nervousness. Mischievously, I suddenly lifted my mother's legs, spreading them into an M shape, her glistening vulva looking at me.
Mother: "Ah… Xiao Jian, no!"
she said, hurriedly covering her genitals with her hands. At that moment, I was frantic. How could I bear such a half-covered state? I roughly pried my mother's hands apart and pressed them against her inner thighs. This opened her vulva wide, and glistening love juice continued to gush out. I suddenly leaned down and sucked hard on her slippery flesh.
Mother: Oh... ah... Xiao Jian, no, dirty... dirty... ah...
Mother pushed my head away forcefully, but the love juice continued to flow uncontrollably. My tongue darted between her labia majora, making smacking sounds. Slowly, Mother stopped resisting, her buttocks arching upwards involuntarily, responding to my licking. Her body trembled incessantly, and my cheeks were covered in slippery love juice.
Mother: Oh... hiss... ah... baby, deeper, oh... tongue in a little more, oh... yes, ah... mmm... In my excitement, I felt my mother's voice was tinged with tears. Looking up at my mother's face, I saw two tear tracks running down her cheekbones to her ears. I stopped sucking, crawled up to her, and gently wiped away her tears when we were face to face.
Me: Mom, what's wrong?
Mom: Good boy, Mom is happy, excited, excited to be a woman. You've let Mom taste the feeling of so many years ago again. Come on, baby, don't stop, make Mom feel even better.
As she spoke, Mom reached out and grasped my penis, guiding it into the depths of the hot spring. The slippery vaginal fluid made its entry very smooth. Once again, I explored freely in the big house that nurtured me, exploring every fold, every protrusion, every cell. I was naked, in close contact with my mother's flesh. This was another man besides Dad, entering this mysterious area so completely. I don't know what my mother was thinking. She possessed more than one penis like this in this world. At this moment, the penis moving in and out of her honeyed flesh wasn't her husband's, but her son's... The deep and shallow thrusts were accompanied by my mother's joyful moans and the splashing of love juice, along with her choked sobs that were both crying and laughing. My mother gripped me very tightly; I felt a burning sensation on my back from her grip. Her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, making it difficult for me to move. I paused, waiting for her legs to lower, then stood up, pulled out of her body, and, supporting her waist, turned her around.
Mother: Ah... Xiao Jian, what are you doing?

In the blink of an eye, a mature woman's full buttocks were already in front of me.
Me: Mom, kneel here, I want to enter from behind.
Mother: No, this position is too...
She stopped talking before she finished. I knew she was shy; it's a woman's instinct. When a woman makes love to you in this position, she's revealing everything: her genitals, her anus, her white buttocks. Although Mom told me not to do this, she still cooperated by curling her knees up, pressing her upper body tightly against the bed, exposing more of her buttocks. I have to say, Mom's figure is so good. This position makes her waist look even thinner and her buttocks even bigger, forming a perfect "convex" shape. Because her front body was pressed tightly against the bed, her high buttocks and upper body were almost at a right angle, like an inverted "L". The love juice that had flowed out earlier had formed a white milky fluid on her perineum due to constant friction, some even flowing to the edge of her anus. I didn't rush to enter her, but instead savored the beautiful figure that God had bestowed upon Mom, the visual feast He had given me. I stuck out my tongue and slowly slid it around her genitals, then took her entire genitals into my mouth and sucked hard. This triggered another hysterical growl from my mother, like a beast just released from its cage. The sound spurred me to thrust my penis in quickly and deeply. The moment I entered, I felt her vagina contract, and I saw her grip the sheets tightly with both hands. She let out a soft "uh," as if she had stopped breathing—she had orgasmed… Mom: Ah… After about twenty or thirty seconds, she seemed to wake up and let out a long cry. I pulled my penis out, and her buttocks continued to heave, twitching and trembling. Just as my glans completely left her vagina, a few drops of urine spurted out with a "sizzle." Once she calmed down a bit, I entered her again, thrusting rapidly. This time, I enjoyed the ultimate pleasure I had created with my dear mother; we both orgasmed simultaneously.
After the passion subsided, there was calm. My mother and I fell asleep in each other's arms again. When I woke up, the aroma of food filled the air. My mother had prepared lunch for me on the gas stove in the hallway of our rented apartment. It was around three in the afternoon, though it was lunchtime. I got dressed, but Mom wasn't there. Looking around, I found a note on the small dining table.
"Jianjian, Mom's back. I bought a train ticket for tonight. My leave is very short. Eat well; I made some of your favorite dishes, including turtle soup. Take good care of yourself and don't overwork yourself. Be moderate with both me and her—your girlfriend. These past two days have been very good and happy for Mom. It's all thanks to you, and Mom will remember. Come home for the National Day holiday; Mom will be waiting for you. —Love, Ruolan"
After reading the note, I quickly called Mom, but she didn't answer. I called again, still no answer. About ten minutes later, I received a text from Mom: "
Xiao Jian, I don't know what to say to you right now. I need some peace and quiet. The 5:50 PM train is about to board; you don't need to see me off. I'm not a child anymore. I'll wait for you to come back."
Me: "Then be careful on your journey. Let me know when you get home. Kisses!"
Mom: Hmm.
There was a comma after "Hmm" in the text message. I guessed she meant to type "Kiss you," but didn't, or maybe typed it and then deleted it. Later, she told me the truth, just as I suspected.
After enjoying a delicious lunch made by Mom, I lay in bed, lost in thought, thinking about many things—about myself, about Mom and me, about my girlfriend and me, about my family… The day after Mom left, I contacted my girlfriend. Naturally, she moved back in, and we resumed living together. But it felt different than before. After summer vacation ended, the more normal school life returned to its dullness and monotony. A week before National Day, I received a text from Mom.
Mom: Jianjian, can you come back for National Day?
Me: Of course, I miss Mom.
Mom: Mom misses you too.
Me: Miss me for what?
Mom: You brat, what nonsense are you talking about! If you say anything unreliable again, don't come back.
Me: Okay, Mom, I won't talk nonsense. I'll be back.
Mom: Okay, let me know when you've confirmed your trip home. *Kiss*
Me: *Kiss*, baby.
These text messages seemed so ordinary, and Mom gradually let go of her initial guilt and unease. She no longer hesitated to answer my calls because she didn't know how to face me. During the summer vacation until National Day, or more precisely, after Mom returned home, we exchanged text messages, expressing our longing for each other, like lovers in their first love, everything so natural. I arrived home a day early, and Mom picked me up at the station. Dad was away in the provincial capital for training and wouldn't be back until the 3rd, so he couldn't pick me up. I was very excited to see Mom. She must have dressed up carefully before leaving home. She wore a black, tight-fitting skirt suit with a white, low-cut t-shirt, black stockings that hugged her straight legs, and beige high-heeled sandals that made her 1.66m height appear even taller. She wore light makeup, not at all glamorous, the kind that would make any man's heart flutter. Seeing me get out of the car, Mom greeted me with a smile. She didn't say anything, just silently took the bag from my hand with a gentle smile, like a young girl experiencing her first love, so endearing. Mom drove on the way, and we didn't talk much. Entering the apartment complex, we parked the car downstairs. I quickly walked to Mom, grabbed her hand, and ran towards the stairwell—yes, a jog. Our apartment is on the sixth floor. We held hands, one in front of the other, climbing the stairs. My palms were sweating, and I gripped Mom's hand even tighter. Mom did too, responding tightly. "Bang!" With the sound of the door closing, Mom and I stood in the doorway, our eyes meeting, only our breaths catching in our throats. Mom's chest rose and fell, her mouth slightly open, just looking at me. For a moment, it was quiet; neither of us knew what to do next. Finally, Mom spoke first: "Go on, you've been on the train all night. Go wash up. I'll run you a bath."
The sound of running water filled the bathroom, and soon after, Mom called me. I went into the bathroom, hugged my mother who was bending over to test the water temperature, and smelled the fragrance of her hair. I whispered, "Thank you, Mom!"
Mom: "Silly child, what are you thanking me for? Hurry up and wash, or the water will get cold."
Releasing my arms, I started to take off my clothes. Mom took them one by one, and soon I was completely naked. Because Mom was beside me, my lower body involuntarily hardened, standing erect and proud. Seeing this, Mom chuckled, then quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Mom: "You little pervert."
Her words were full of love, and the flirtatious ambiguity between a man and a woman. Mom's smile faded, and she gazed at me intently, slowly reaching out to gently stroke my chest.
Mom: "My darling has grown up, grown into a real man."
I grabbed Mom's hand and pulled her into my arms. Mom let out a soft moan, and the clothes in her hands silently fell to the floor. I slowly kissed her neck, gently breathed into her ear, searched for her fragrant lips, and slowly removed her clothes. I pulled this mature beauty into the bathtub with me… We kissed passionately, slowly shifting from initial passivity to an eager response. Her lips left mine, moving downwards to kiss my chest and lower abdomen. One hand played with my testicles, the other stroked my penis. There was a brief pause when the head touched her chin, then a wave of warm, wet sensation enveloped my hard shaft. I staggered, letting out a cry of pleasure. To my surprise, my mother's oral skills were so adept, without a single tooth. Unable to withstand the intense stimulation, I plopped down in the bathtub. My mother quickly squatted down, lifting my buttocks with both hands, and accurately took me into her mouth again. I felt ecstatic, enjoying the waves of pleasure brought by this familiar yet unfamiliar woman. Within just two minutes, I felt a tingling sensation, about to ejaculate.
Me: "Mom, I'm here, stop." I said, pushing my mother's head, but she seemed not to hear me, sucking even more frantically. I felt like there was a suction cup in her throat, and before I knew it, a thick stream of semen gushed out. My mother stopped, tightly enveloping my penis in her mouth, and slowly released it, a white, milky liquid spilling from the corner of her mouth. I quickly sat up, cupped my mother's face in my hands, and kissed her deeply. Saliva mixed with semen, entwining on our tongues. The taste wasn't pleasant, but my mother didn't complain, quietly enjoying it... Youth is wonderful. Stimulated by the kiss, my body became hard again in two or three minutes. My mother accidentally touched it, pushed me away, and said: "Why are you hard again so quickly!"
Me: "Because of my beautiful mother, it was born of my mother, and it was born for my mother."
Mother: "Nonsense."
As she spoke, my mother stroked my penis, her breathing becoming more and more rapid.
Mom: Help Mom...
Mom: Well, who knows? He falls asleep after taking his medicine. He finally manages to fall asleep, and I dare not wake him. If I do, he'll throw a tantrum at me. (Dad has a bad temper; he's even hit Mom a few times. I've seen it with my own eyes, but I was too young then to protect her.) Me: Oh.
Before going to bed that night, I made sure Dad took his medicine. Only after seeing him take it and go to rest did I slowly return to my room. Because I had planned this, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, but time seemed to pass so slowly. Finally, around 1 a.m., I tiptoed to my parents' room and listened intently. Dad's snoring was unusually loud. I gently pushed open the door, tiptoed to their bedside, and knelt down. I slowly slipped my hand under the thin blanket and touched Mom's smooth calves, stroking them from bottom to top and top to bottom repeatedly. Then I buried my head under the blanket and kissed Mom's lower abdomen. Mom clearly sensed it by then. She threw back the covers, pushed my head away, and gestured for me to leave. I wasn't about to give up. I continued to bury my face in her lower abdomen and genitals, kissing her and trying to pull down her panties. Mom held on tightly, her face showing anxiety and anger, but how much strength could a woman have? Besides, she was afraid that too much movement would wake Dad. Finally, after several rounds of pulling, I stripped her naked. I spread her legs and sucked on her clitoris. Mom shuddered; her vulva was already soaked. Mom stopped resisting, but tried her best to control herself, tightly covering her mouth, afraid to make a sound. But as I licked her to my liking, she couldn't help but let go, letting out a long, low sigh. When I felt it was about time, I pulled down my panties, stood by the bed, and brought my penis to her face. Mom kept shaking her head, gesturing for me to go to the other room, but I wouldn't listen, insisting on poking her mouth with my penis. In the end, Mom couldn't resist my pleas and gently took my penis into her mouth, slowly swallowing and releasing it. Perhaps the scene was too stimulating, because after only a dozen or so thrusts, my ejaculation was complete, and all my semen shot into her mouth. Afterwards, Mom didn't dare move, frowning as she swallowed the semen. Seeing this, I suddenly felt incredibly shameless. I hadn't considered anyone else at all, only caring about my own momentary pleasure. Moreover, such a dangerous act could almost ruin the entire family; if anything went wrong, I would regret it immensely. I slunk back to my room, feeling both ashamed and afraid. The direct consequence of that night was that Mom and I sulked for several days until I returned to school after the holidays.
The next two years seemed to pass quickly. My girlfriend and I eventually broke up, for many reasons, which I won't go into. In the first semester of our senior year, we started looking for jobs one after another, and I was also busy with that. My relationship with Mom during those two years was basically limited to about seven or eight sexual encounters a year, mostly during holidays, when Dad was at work and I was home, and Mom would sneak back. Being away from home, a person with no connections, constantly faced setbacks in my job search, which left me feeling very frustrated. In August, I applied for a civil service exam in my hometown, with the actual exam in October. I didn't tell anyone about it, intending to surprise my mother when I went home for the exam. But the surprise I received shocked me greatly.
That day, I rushed home after getting off the train. Unable to hail a taxi, I took two buses, finally arriving home around noon. I thought, "Perfect timing, Mom must be home." I eagerly climbed to the sixth floor, stopped at the door, composed myself, and was about to grab my keys when I saw the door was ajar, just a crack. I gently pushed it open. I tiptoed inside, only to find the area outside in disarray. My mother's skirt, high heels, underwear, and a thong that looked like two strings were scattered on the floor, along with a pair of men's leather shoes, jeans, and a shirt. My first thought was that Dad was home, but then I remembered Mom saying he was away on a business trip—had he come back early? Just then, I heard the sounds of flesh slapping and my mother's pleasurable moans coming from the living room.
Mom: Deeper, ah...you're killing me, oh...um...
that voice was so familiar. My legs moved uncontrollably towards the bedroom. As if possessed, I slowed my steps, my heart trembling as I walked forward. Although I had seen my father and mother make love before, at this moment, I felt an immense bitterness, a sour taste in my mouth. I knew my mother didn't belong to me; I was the one who had wronged my father. But our physical intimacy had crossed the line between mother and son. In the past two or three years, I had possessed this woman. When I reached the bedroom, I found the door wide open. No wonder I had heard so clearly. Looking inside, I saw my mother's plump buttocks straddling a large, dark penis, thrusting up and down. She wore black fishnet stockings with large cutouts. Because of the angle, I couldn't see anything else, only my mother's bare back. My head buzzed. Judging from the physique, the thick leg hair, and the large penis, the man beneath my mother wasn't my father. I'd seen my father and mother make love before, but in my hazy memory, his penis wasn't this large, and he didn't have such thick leg hair. As I was analyzing the situation, I saw my mother roll over, her legs wide open, her hands covering her buttocks, using her fingers to spread her vulva. The man also rolled over, moving towards the foot of the bed, bringing his head close to my mother's genitals. At that moment, I saw clearly, and my mouth dropped open in shock. It was my uncle! He extended his right index finger and pressed it against my mother's clitoris, which was spread open, or perhaps erect due to excitement, and slowly rubbed it. My mother's cries rose higher and higher with this stimulation, her buttocks trembling incessantly.
Mother: Oh... ah... ah... brother-in-law, hurry, hurry and help me, lick... lick... down there.
My uncle sucked on my mother's labia, his lips gripping her vulva, stretching the flesh out of shape. He then slid his tongue back and forth at the wet opening of her vagina. My mother's hands were buried in his hair, pressing down hard.
My mother: Good brother-in-law, good...husband, lick inside, inside...it feels so good...yes, right there...oh...hiss... My uncle suddenly lifted his head, pulled my mother's feet over, hooked the strings of her fishnet stockings around her toes, tore them apart, and sucked hard on her toes. My mother's soles arched excitedly, the bright red nail polish deeply imprinted in my mind.
My mother: Oh...hiss...good husband, have you ever licked...my sister's feet?
Uncle: No, I only like licking yours. Your white, tender, delicate feet always excite me. I love your beautiful feet, baby.
Mom: Ah...so exciting. From now on, from now on, you are only allowed to lick Ruolan's. Ruolan's feet are only for brother-in-law to lick. Only...oh...only for brother-in-law to lick. And, and her vagina, only for brother-in-law to lick. You can't...you can't lick sister's anymore...ah...ah...brother-in-law, put it in. I want...I want brother-in-law's...penis...oh...as if he had received an order, Uncle-in-law pulled down Mom's legs and forcefully thrust his huge penis into Mom's vagina.
Mom: Ah...it's so hard, all the way in, brother-in-law's...it's so big, so...so long, so...ah...so thick...um...um...oh...I could hear the squelching sounds of his penis going in and out of her vagina, and the slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Before my eyes were Mom's legs wrapped around my uncle, and his rapidly thrusting back. My mind went blank... Mom: Oh...brother-in-law, I, I'm almost there...Uncle: Good Lanlan, brother-in-law is thirsty, I want to drink Lanlan's spring water.
Mom: Um...Here you go, all...all for you, everything on Lanlan's body is...ah...brother-in-law's.
In the midst of their conversation, I saw my uncle roll over and lie flat beside Mom. Mom got up and moved out of my sight. Then, I heard Mom urinating, swish...swish...and my uncle gulping down water. I think I understand now. Mom must have been riding on my uncle's head, spreading her white buttocks wide, exposing her vulva completely to his view, and urinating into his mouth. Because she was fully released, Mom let out a comfortable "oh," followed by a slurping sound. I think my uncle was sucking on Mom's labia; because she had just urinated, that's why she made that sound. Mom reappeared in my sight; she tightly gripped my uncle's penis, stuck out her buttocks, found her vulva, and sat down. The sounds of slapping against each other echoed again with the rise and fall of Mom's hips. Mom pulled Uncle's hand over her ample breasts, kneading them wantonly until they were deformed. Mom's cries grew even more heart-wrenching, almost hoarse... Uncle: Lanlan... huff... huff... I'm almost there, faster... Mom: Husband, ah... today... oh... today, ejaculate inside, I want to give you a... give you a baby, oh... ah... ah... Almost simultaneously, both Mom and Uncle let out low growls. Then, Mom's upper body stood erect, as if frozen, before collapsing forward onto Uncle's body a few seconds later. White foam covered Mom's labia, perineum, anus, and the base of Uncle's penis.
Mom: huff... huff... don't pull out yet, I like it this way.
After about two or three minutes, Mom lifted her buttocks and slowly pulled the dark, fleshy penis out of her body. She then got up and retreated to the foot of the bed, lifting Uncle's dark penis into her mouth. Although it was somewhat limp, Mom's small mouth seemed to be filled to the brim. From the glans to the testicles, Mom carefully licked every inch of skin... I must admit, I am not a gentleman, much less capable of remaining unmoved. My illicit affair with Mom demonstrates the obscene thoughts hidden within me. Witnessing Mom and Uncle's sexual intercourse, my lower body involuntarily hardened, filled with anger, but even more so with intense stimulation and desire. I wanted to turn away; I urgently needed to satisfy my physical needs, but I also wanted to witness the entire scene of debauchery. At that moment, I was conflicted. Seeing my mother making her final caresses, I tried my best to control my emotions. I should do what a son and a lover should do, even though the sensual pleasure was very enjoyable. I had to decisively end my mother's illicit affair. I calmed myself down and waited for my lower body to return to its natural state. I strolled into the bedroom... Me: Enjoying it, huh?
My sudden appearance and question turned the lewd atmosphere in the bedroom into chaos. My mother jumped off the bed with a scream, squatted on the other side of the bed, and used the bed frame to cover her body. My uncle hurriedly sat up, covered his genitals with his hands, and stared blankly at me.
Me: It's already happened, and I saw it all. What's the use of hiding now?
Mother: Xiao Jian! You...
Me: Shut up!
I didn't even look at her, clenched my fist, walked to the bed, and punched my uncle.
Me: You fucking bastard!
I slapped him so hard he seemed to snap out of it. He scrambled out of bed in a panic, not caring about anything else, and ran towards the living room. I turned and chased after him, seeing him frantically picking up his clothes scattered around the living room and hastily putting them on. He hadn't even put on his underwear, which he'd left in the bedroom. I walked up to him and kicked him to the ground again.
Me: From today onwards, stay far away from my mother. If I find out you two are seeing each other again, I'll fucking chop you up!
Uncle: Xiao Jian, don't tell your aunt, and definitely don't tell your father. For the sake of this family, you... Me: You have no right to negotiate with me. I'm only asking you to leave my mother. Get lost!

A young man in his early twenties, nearly 1.8 meters tall, in his prime, I think he should have some intimidation factor. Of course, they couldn't possibly be completely justified in their shameful deeds. So, my anger didn't provoke a retaliation from my uncle. He stood up from the ground, his clothes almost completely on, and mumbled: Xiao Jian, let's talk.
Me: I just want you to get out of here right now, button your clothes up, and don't go out and embarrass our family.
My uncle didn't say anything more, straightened his clothes, turned and left, leaving me with a furious look in his eyes. I turned back, almost falling, my emotions a mixture of frustration and bitterness. Entering the bedroom, I saw my mother curled up on the bed, a blanket draped over her shoulders, her face streaked with tears, her body trembling slightly. My anger subsided considerably. I went to the bedside and sat down beside her. My hand touched her feet, painted with bright red nail polish, and she immediately shrank back under the blanket.
Mother: I'm sorry…
her voice choked with sobs.
Me: I want to know the truth. Don't hide anything.
Mother remained silent for a long time, her low sobs gradually subsiding before she looked at me timidly with red eyes.
Mother: I won't hide it from you, and you saw it yourself, I… I just hope this ends with you, and no one else can know. And also... I just hope you can forgive me, I... sigh... Mom sighed resentfully, her words striking my heart heavily.
Mom: Your dad almost lost his ability in that area four years ago, around the time you took the college entrance exam. We only had sex every few months, and it always failed; he couldn't get an erection, so he eventually gave up. I think it's related to his work pressure and drinking at social events. I can't blame him, but I'm a normal woman with normal sexual needs. Maybe you think I'm despicable, but everyone has innate desires. Especially after our first time, I thought I wanted to die for doing something so shameful, but you stirred up my desires that had been dormant for over a year, making me unable to resist. I tried to end our mistake, and I tried to resist during our first time, but ultimately I couldn't resist the venomous snake in my heart. The problem is, you only stay home for a few days a year! Every time I look forward to your return, I'm also afraid of your return because I always feel deep remorse for what happened. To satisfy my physical needs, I often went to the Rose Ballroom near the Post and Telecommunications Building. It was a shady ballroom, a melting pot of all sorts of people, even having private booths for these people to have sex. Of course, I only heard about it from others; I never went in. The main reason I went to the ballroom was to relieve my inner turmoil. When dancing with some strange men, they would grope me in the dark, some even putting their hands down to my genitals. Whenever this happened, I would comfort myself, saying it was just touching, it didn't count as sex, and it wasn't wronging your father. Actually, conversely, I craved it; it's a woman's most ordinary desire, a kind of self-deception. Unexpectedly, last summer, I bumped into your uncle at the ballroom. At first, I didn't see him. When the lights went out, someone pulled me into the dance floor, and I naturally followed. He held me and danced for a while without saying a word, his hands very proper. Just as I was wondering what was going on, he called my name, which startled me. I immediately realized it was your uncle's voice. I reflexively tried to pull away from his embrace, but he held me even tighter, making it hard for me to breathe. As I struggled, the lights came on, and the people on the dance floor dispersed. He pulled me towards the edge of the room. I didn't dare look him in the eye, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he was wearing sunglasses and his hair was disheveled. He later told me he was disguising himself to avoid being recognized. He pulled me to a nearby seat to watch some young girls dance. I got up to leave, but he held me firmly. When the lights went out again, he pulled me into his arms, his hands groping me. I struggled and resisted, but to no avail. Ultimately, desire overcame reason, and I succumbed. Perhaps it was what I had always wanted. As if possessed, I followed him to a small hotel in the suburbs, where we had our first time… My mother's voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible.
Me: Continue. I want to know everything, including the details of your first time.
My voice was firm, like a command. My mother bit her lip, staring blankly at me.
She continued, "Once we entered the room, he impatiently stripped off my clothes, carrying me naked from the bathroom door to the bed. He spread my arms and legs wide and entered me, his hard penis inside me. This was the first time I'd experienced sex without foreplay or caresses. I squinted, afraid to look, but I could clearly feel his thick, long penis; when it was fully inserted, it even reached the very entrance of my vagina. Even without caresses, I quickly reached orgasm, involuntarily moaning. Influenced by me, his strength increased. Before the previous orgasm had subsided, he brought me to an even higher peak. After two or three orgasms, I felt his speed slow down, but his strength increased, and each time he reached deep into my uterus. Suddenly, just as my orgasm subsided slightly, a hot torrent shot into my vagina, splashing inside me. Accompanied by several intermittent ejaculations, he finally lay still on top of me." Perhaps it had been a long time since I'd experienced that feeling, because I climaxed several times in a row. He made me feel like a woman again. I nestled in his arms like a little bird, my emotions completely restored, devoid of the initial guilt, shame, and disgrace. His hands gently roamed over my body, his tongue occasionally dancing on my nipples. I gently closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and curled my legs around his waist, my body trembling slightly with his caresses. Suddenly, his tongue left my nipples and moved to my lower abdomen, kissing around my navel for a moment before parting my legs and beginning to lick and suck my genitals. Waves of tingling, pleasurable pleasure surged through my mind, and I trembled uncontrollably, my hands stroking my breasts to balance the stimulation in my lower body. Your father never performed oral sex on me. I had never experienced the wonderful sensation of a man's tongue nibbling and sucking. As his tongue continued to penetrate deeper, the pleasure in my body was like a small boat in a typhoon, constantly being tossed to the crest of a high wave, only to be rushed to another peak before it even subsided... He turned around and straddled my head, holding my legs with both hands, lifting my lower body and burying his head between my thighs. This position made his tongue even more agile, and the stimulation to me became even more intense. His penis had swelled up again, hard and pounding against my face. He freed one hand to grab his hard penis and put it into my mouth. Stimulated by his licking and nibbling of my clitoris, I couldn't help but open my mouth and take his hard penis in. His hot, thick penis filled my mouth. I stroked it up and down, licking the tip with my tongue. Gradually, the frequency of his thrusts in my mouth increased, penetrating deeper and deeper into my tongue. Suddenly, I felt like vomiting. I turned my head, trying to throw his penis out of my mouth, but by then, he couldn't stop. The thrusts became faster and deeper. I soon couldn't breathe and desperately tried to push him away. Finally, his penis pierced my throat. My chest heaved uncontrollably. At that moment, a thick, salty, hot stream shot from his penis into my throat. I involuntarily swallowed this and the subsequent stream of semen. As his penis slowly softened, I realized that I had swallowed his semen for the first time in my life... I don't know how others feel when they hear such lewd descriptions coming from a woman's mouth, but at that moment, I felt like my lower body was about to explode. My breathing became heavier and heavier. By the time my mother finished speaking, I had stripped myself naked. My penis was erect and hard, the veins on it bulging. I grabbed the blanket covering my mother and threw it to the ground, grabbed her legs and dragged them down from the headboard, spreading them into an M shape to expose her wet vulva to me. Before she could react, I sucked on it. It was covered with the white fluid left by my mother and him, as well as fresh, clear nectar, sour and salty.
Mother: Ah...ah...baby, no, it's dirty, there...oh...there's...ah...dirty stuff."
Ignoring her forceful pushes, I sucked and licked desperately, my mouth and nose becoming wet. Sometimes I would use the tip of my tongue to rub her clitoris, sometimes I would suck hard on her vulva with my mouth. My mother was panting heavily, sometimes she would lift her buttocks to meet my mouth, each suck lasting about a minute, making my face turn red. When I released her, our lips parted with a "pop" sound. Just then, a gush of fluid gushed from my mother's lower body, spraying onto my face. As I instinctively flinched, the water shot upwards half a meter, arcing beautifully before cascading onto her full, pinkish-white breasts. I seemed to suddenly awaken, and before the fluid could flow, I hastily blocked the source with my mouth. My mother spread her legs wider, pressing my head down with both hands, as if trying to shove me back to where I was born. Her fingers buried in my hair, pulling at the tips of a few strands, which stung painfully, but I couldn't care less. My mouth was already full of my mother's fluid, and before I could spit it out, some had already gone down my throat. I simply swallowed it, savoring the salty, pungent taste. When the spring stopped gushing, Mom's whole body convulsed, and she pulled me up by the shoulders. I obediently climbed on top of her, and her soft lips kissed me. Her slippery tongue explored my mouth, and her hands groped my genitals, gripping my penis tightly and stroking it rapidly the moment they touched it. Our tongues intertwined, relentlessly pursuing each other, until my brain went blank from lack of oxygen, and we separated. Only then did I notice that Mom's temples were soaked with sweat, sticking to her cheeks, her hair a disheveled mess, and two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks to her neck.
Mom: My darling, let me die, Mom feels so good.
As she spoke, she turned me over, making me lie flat. She knelt on the bed and began licking my chest, working her way down until she found my erect penis in my thicket. She took it in her mouth, the warm, soft flesh instantly enveloping my hardness. Her full, white buttocks were raised high to one side, swaying up and down and side to side with her licking motion. Her vulva and even half of her buttocks were dripping wet. I rubbed my round buttocks back and forth with my hands, and my mother, as if on cue, crossed one leg, her white, fleshy buttocks covering my face. Excitedly, I pressed my hands against her buttocks, pushing down hard to enjoy my mother's nectar even more. The whole room reeked of lewdness. We kissed each other's genitals passionately, forgetting the passage of time and where we were... My tongue swirled around on my mother's tender vulva, but I still wasn't satisfied. I secretly slipped my index finger to her anus; with just a light touch, she trembled and let out a muffled groan as my penis filled her throat. I dabbed some of the secretions around her vulva and gently rubbed it against her anus. Then, mischievously, I thrust my finger in. My mother's buttocks tightened, releasing the penis from her mouth, and she let out a long moan.
Mother: Oh...you're killing...Mommy, you're bad...bad...oh...you bad boy.
I slowly withdrew my finger, the folds around her anus opening and closing with each movement. My mother swallowed my penis again, retaliating by increasing the speed of her swallowing. Suddenly, I felt I couldn't hold back anymore.
Me: Mom, stop...ah...listen.
Mom didn't listen to me, frantically sucking on my penis, her fingernails lightly teasing my testicles with one hand. This stimulation made me ejaculate instantly, a thick stream of semen gushing out. Mom didn't dodge, taking all the semen into her mouth, slowly bringing it to the tip of my penis. I heard Mom swallowing... After the passion subsided, Mom and I showered and went back to bed. Mom lay quietly in my arms like a docile lamb, her fingers drawing circles on my chest.
Mom: Do you think I'm cheap, not a good woman?
Me: No, in my heart, Mom will always be the most beautiful.
Mom: From today onwards, Mom gives everything to you, every part of my body, even down there.
Me: Where?
Mom: You're so mean! Mom lightly slapped my chest, smiling slightly.
Me: Has no one touched that area? The two of them?
Mom: Yes, this is the only first time Mom can give you.
Me: Will you still do it with him?
Mom: Who?
Me: You know, Dad doesn't have that ability anymore, who else can I ask for!
Mom: ...
Me: I understand, but it's best if I don't see it again.
Mom: Sigh... No, you're enough for me. Come back to work, stay by my side.
Me: I came back to take the civil service exam, I don't want to see... Mom: Really!
Me: Of course, for you, for us.
Mom: Sigh... I feel sorry for your father, he... we... Me: The sins of the father are visited upon the son, what Dad couldn't do, I will make it up to you.
Mom: But after all...
Me: There are no buts, you gave birth to not only a son, but also a man, a man who can bring you physical and mental pleasure.
Before Mom could say anything more, I lowered my head and kissed her lips, and she responded passionately. Youth is wonderful, in a short time, I regained my previous erection. While kissing Mom's wet lips, I kneaded her full breasts, Mom's breasts were so good, they didn't look like they had breastfed a child, still firm and elastic. I breathed and kissed my mother's earlobe and neck, then casually touched the sparse pubic hair, which was now a vast expanse of moisture.
Mother: Oh... baby, come in, Mommy wants it, make Mommy feel good, oh... I straightened the tip and slowly entered, like a foot slipping into a spring filled with fine sand, a suction gripping it tightly. I got up and adjusted my position, spreading my mother's legs apart. I saw her dazed eyes gazing at me longingly, her hands unconsciously cupping her breasts, kneading them forcefully, her nipples erect like ripe cherries.
Mother: Baby, move faster, reach the very core...
I didn't do as she said. Instead, I lifted one of her legs, grasped her fair little foot, and gently licked the groove between her toes with the tip of my tongue. I admit, I have a foot fetish, especially for my mother. Whenever she wears high heels, revealing the barely visible groove between her toes, I can't help but glance at it a few more times, swallowing a few drops of saliva. My mother's feet were beautiful, fair and clean, without calluses, and adorned with bright red nail polish, like a jade sculpture.
Mother: Ah...I'm going to die...You're so bad...So bad...Oh...
Mother mumbled incoherently as she thrust her body upwards, trying to tighten the connection between our lower bodies. I released one foot, picked up the other, and performed the same caresses.
Mother: Good...Good son, hurry, I want...
This time, I thought the foreplay should satisfy her, so I began the first wave of conquest. Perhaps the pleasure of licking her feet stimulated her; her vagina was full of slippery fluid. With my powerful thrusts, there were both the slapping sounds of skin against skin and the squelching sounds of walking on mud. Mother cooperated by spreading her legs as wide as possible to facilitate my thrusts.
Mother: Hiss...Oh...Oh oh...Ah...Gently...Gently, baby...It's hitting the spot...Oh...Yes, don't move...Ah...That's it...Oh...Deeper.
My mother was incoherent. I didn't know if she was too deep or not, but I knew she was enjoying a woman's pleasure. She would bite her lip, open her mouth wide, clutch the sheets tightly, and then pull me down with both hands around my waist.
Me: Hmm... Is it good?
Mother: Mmm... Oh... Good... Ah... Mmm... Good...
I pulled my mother's arm and sat her up in my arms. I kissed her deeply, then sucked on her trembling nipples. She moaned with pleasure. My mother pushed me down, and I put my hands on her shoulders and pressed down hard, penetrating her all the way in. My mother's cries grew louder.
Me: Baby, move yourself. I want to see you move yourself. Hmm... Hmm... My mother obediently squatted on top of me. I propped my head up with my elbows and could clearly see where we were joined. It was already a mess, with sticky fluid stretching into a line as my mother's body rose and fell. Perhaps she was tired, after a few dozen strokes, Mom leaned back again, supporting herself on the bed with her arms, and began to stroke him gently. This time, I could see more clearly: his penis was hard and purplish-red, and the two labia majora of Mom's vulva tightly enveloped it. I marveled at the greatness of the Creator, who allowed people to enjoy the most beautiful experiences while enduring human suffering, that men and women, regardless of social status or appearance, could all experience the pleasure of sex.
Me: Baby, turn around, huff... huff, I want to see that big ass I can never get enough of in my life, huff... Mom: Oh... I'm going to... I'm going to die... Ah... You're so bad... Hmm... Although she retorted verbally, Mom stopped moving and tried to turn around, not wanting to pull my penis out of her vagina. Unfortunately, she didn't get it right, and the dark thing still came out. Mom softly said "You're so annoying," and then focused on adjusting her position, sitting down and holding my penis, slowly sitting down. The scene was indescribable. Her fair, plump buttocks were wrapped around her raised mons pubis, and her purplish-red vulva was dripping wet. Mom gently rubbed my penis against the entrance, aimed, and sat down deeply, followed by a comfortable groan. Another wave of thrusting began with Mom's up-and-down movements. She held onto the wall with both hands, and there was a rhythmic slapping sound under her buttocks, like a tamping machine. After a while, I saw that Mom's movements became uncontrolled, and her cries grew louder and louder until she stopped making any sound, as if she had fainted. What excited me even more was that after a few vigorous movements, Mom suddenly lifted her buttocks, and a thin stream gushed down, warmly drenching my penis. Mom was leaning against the wall, her legs trembling uncontrollably. Just as I was about to pull her to a different position, she grabbed my penis again, sat down hard, and began to frantically stroke it. Deeply stimulated by what I had just witnessed, and drenched in the warm fluid, coupled with Mom's frantic stroking, I felt I was about to ejaculate. I quickly sat up, hugged Mom from behind, and pulled her back forcefully, forcing her to kneel. My penis slipped out with this movement. I helped Mom lift her buttocks and pressed her front down, so that she was completely exposed to my view. A few sparse hairs on her vulva playfully beckoned. I opened my mouth wide and took it in, the sound of Mom's pleasurable moans filling my ears again. My mother's most mysterious place, already soaked to the bone, was further aroused by my tongue, gushing forth even more. The moment my tongue left her, long threads of fluid stretched out, some dripping like honey from the cleft of her labia. I sucked passionately, and my mother moaned ecstatically. When it was almost time, I thrust my penis in smoothly. Without hesitation, I gripped her waist and pumped harder, the rhythm of the thrusts growing faster and faster. My mother clutched the sheet tightly with one hand, while the other reached back to find mine. When she found it, she guided me to grasp her full breasts. I obediently kneaded her large breasts, which swayed back and forth with each thrust… Mother: Ah… Ah… Hmm… Ugh… Hmm… Me: Huff… Huff… Is it good? Hmm? Want more? Hmm?
Mother: Oh! "So good...oh...ah...it's killing me, baby, so long...so thick...so...woo...so swollen...I...I'm going to come again, thrust...thrust...thrust faster...thrust deeper...ah...me: huff...I'm asking you...huff...do you want more?
Mom: Yes...ah...yes...oh...good baby...darling...baby...I want...to...uh...to kill Mom, oh...so good...so good...Mom begs you, please shoot inside...shoot inside...woo..." Before my eyes was Mom's white, fleshy body, and in my ears were the woman's lewd cries. I finally ejaculated after more than ten intense thrusts. Almost simultaneously, Mom arched her body, her buttocks thrusting back forcefully, her vaginal cavity tightening and loosening, gripping my penis as if breathing. She came too.
Mom: Oh...baby...Mommy...it's here...Ruolan is going to...go to your...kill me...ah...We lay limp on the bed, still intertwined, panting heavily. After calming down a bit, I prepared to pull my penis out. Mom seemed to know what I was about to do, and quickly grabbed my waist to stop me from moving.
Mom: No, don't come out.
She hurriedly said "no," but the words "don't come out" were so soft they were almost inaudible. I knew she was shy. When the frenzy of intercourse subsided, a person's rationality would be much clearer, but she didn't want my penis to leave her honey pot so soon. A man who had ejaculated thick semen into her flower core, who was also her son, was inserting his thick penis into her flesh, without any barrier, flesh tightly pressed together, glued together. She was conflicted, and also enjoying it. That afternoon, all the way into the evening, my mother and I made love frantically—in the living room, the bathroom, her bedroom, my bedroom—we changed places countless times, tried countless positions. I wanted to mold her into a wanton woman, to turn her into a slut. I made her call me "husband," deliberately calling her "dear mother" to stimulate her senses, telling her that we were committing incest. I made her say lewd things, comparing me to my father, to my uncle, to my father, to her and my ex-girlfriend, making her say she had a big butt, big breasts, a white butt, a tight vagina, and delicious flesh, letting her find primal sexual climax in her sins… Looking back, I feel deeply guilty, but the venomous snake of lust has already swallowed me whole; I can't escape the impulsive, primal animalistic desires.
I think the story should end here. I successfully passed the civil service exam in my hometown and was temporarily transferred to work in the city. My mother often came to see me, pretending to see her son, but really to see her lover. This distorted love affair made it difficult for both of us to extricate ourselves. My mother said that my uncle had approached her once, and she agreed, as compensation for the sex he provided when she needed it. I didn't blame my mother. Although I know that my uncle brought my mother to the peak of sexual pleasure, and that I sometimes couldn't satisfy her physically—my uncle's penis could bring her to ecstasy—my mother loves me, a love that transcends motherly love. She gave up her peak pleasure for so much, and I remember it deeply. Moreover, fearing I would overwork myself, our intimacy is always intentionally controlled. My mother has also told me that after marriage and children, she's in her late thirties, and her beauty will eventually fade. But I still want her to comfortably be a complete woman for a few more years. I love her.

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