My semen is my mother's beauty product.

"My son's promotion this time is no small feat. In the long history of their company, such an exceptional promotion of a newcomer is unprecedented!" Dad boasted excitedly after only a few drinks. I hadn't expected that besides Dad's new wife, two of his colleagues were also at the table, and I felt a little embarrassed.

The meal lasted a long time, and Dad insisted on driving me home. I said, "Well... take Auntie home first, then take me home..." I guessed Dad wanted to talk to me alone, so I didn't refuse. Dad's place wasn't far from the hotel, and we arrived in no time. After saying goodbye to Dad's new wife, we sat down alone.

"How's your mother's beauty salon business?" Dad asked, driving slowly as he chatted with me.

"Hey! You know, you've already got a lot of regular customers after only two months of opening. Mom seems like she was born for this."

"Oh! That's great, but you should tell your mom to take care of her health and not overwork herself!"

"I know, Dad, don't worry, I'll take care of Mom."

"I heard you fired the nanny again?"

"What? It wasn't us, it was Mom's idea all by herself. She thought she wasn't hardworking enough. I don't even know how many times she's done this. You know how stubborn Mom can be, I can't do anything about it. Anyway, I'll try my best to help Mom."

"Really, I'll call your mom in a few days. You'll be busier after your promotion, so someone should help with the housework!"

We chatted until we got home. It was a bit late, so Dad didn't come in with me. He asked me to say hello to Mom for him.

When I got home, Mom was still putting on a face mask. Her face was sticky and not completely dry, only her eyes, nose, and mouth were showing. She suddenly turned around and startled me. "Mom, I'm home..." I lazily opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of mineral water.

"So late? Having a Manchu Han Imperial Feast?" Mom asked, holding a small mirror and looking at her face.

"Dad didn't drink much, but he talked a lot, always bragging about me. It made my face burn. It's just a promotion, what's the big deal?" I replied irritably.

"This child, how can you talk about your father like that? If his own son is successful, who's happy?"

This is what confuses me the most. My parents have been divorced for almost five years. Not only did they not argue during the divorce, but they still care about each other. Outsiders would think they're old friends. I used to often ask Mom why she and Dad divorced, and she always said I'd understand these emotional matters when I grew up. Eventually, I stopped asking…

"Baby, Mommy's going to sleep, kisses…" After washing off her face mask, Mom bent down and kissed me on the cheek, yawning as she went back to the bedroom. I've never been separated from Mom since birth; in her eyes, I'll always be a child who never grows up. I'm almost 21 now, and my mom still calls me her darling all the time. No matter how much I protest, it's no use!

Two months ago, she suddenly resigned from her government job and opened a beauty salon, even my dad couldn't dissuade her.

Actually, my grandparents are expatriates, so they're financially well-off; my mom isn't short of money. I suspect this is mostly due to menopausal symptoms. Maybe she's extremely bored and irritable at the office, so she wants to do something to pass the time.

I'm not just guessing; my mom has been particularly bothered lately. She's been obsessively taking care of her skin and figure, almost to an abnormal degree. While it's related to the beauty salon, it's really excessive. Every day when she gets home, she does endless skincare and face washing, and she even bought a treadmill. She's locked her motorcycle in the garage and rides it to and from work every day, saying it helps burn fat on her thighs.

Actually, while my mom's features are only above average, her figure is absolutely stunning. She wasn't particularly tall, but she was shapely and well-proportioned. At 40, her breasts hadn't sagged, her waist was slender, and beneath her slightly upturned buttocks were a pair of long, rounded, full legs. Her skin was simply flawless—fair, smooth, and exceptionally soft.

I absolutely believe in the fairness of fate; if you're given a devilish figure and skin, you can't also have a face that could rival the moon and flowers. Maintaining a good figure through exercise is one thing, but can a person's face be changed? What good are face masks all day long, besides making the skin smoother and reducing wrinkles?

Lately, my mother has practically turned our house into a beauty salon, with all sorts of medicines and devices everywhere. Today, I moved to a new office and was in a good mood, but suddenly wanted to watch TV. I was half-lying on the sofa when I turned my head and saw those ion sprayers next to me, and I immediately got annoyed.

"Oh dear! This is terrible… Honey, let Mom see… quick…" As if the house were on fire, my mother rushed out. "Son, look at Mommy's face, is it an allergic reaction?" My mother ran into the living room, and because I was half-lying down, she almost leaned over me, bringing her face close to mine.

I was both amused and exasperated. "Oh dear, Mom, it's worse than an allergy! You should be prepared..."

"Tell me, tell me..." Mom looked panicked.

"It looks like melasma. Everyone gets it at a certain age, it's nothing serious!" I had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Oh my god... how could this happen..." Mom covered her mouth as if the world was ending. Some women get melasma after having children, so it's not surprising that Mom has some at 40.

Mom looked distressed, and she almost pressed down on me before she stood up. In that instant, her low-cut nightgown revealed a deep cleavage, and her two round, white breasts pressed against each other, trembling with her breath. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over Mom's chest, the faint scent of a mature woman in the air stimulating my senses.

Actually, back in high school, my beautiful mother was once my object of sexual fantasy. My first masturbation was a fantasy of holding Mom's snow-white, plump buttocks from behind and ejaculating. After having a girlfriend and experiencing real sex, I gradually stopped these sexual fantasies that made me feel guilty. Although I didn't completely eliminate them, I still occasionally fantasize about having sex with my mother, but very rarely.

Unexpectedly, today, that intensely stimulating urge returned. After gently comforting my mother for a while, I returned to my bedroom, both shocked and frightened by the lewd thoughts I had just had.

My mother, who was already quite excessive, has recently gone even further. She now wears an elegant little straw hat when she goes out, with a thin layer of black veil under the brim, as if afraid of being exposed to the sun. She's found several packets of a paste rich in seaweed. I don't know what it is; it's thick and dark green. She applies it not only to her face but also to her arms, legs, and the arches of her beautiful feet. It seems like she applies it to any skin exposed outside her clothes.

"Baby, help Mommy..." After applying it once, my mother found it inconvenient to do, so she asked me to apply it to her legs. Since that brief urge the day before yesterday, I've noticed that my mother seems rather unnatural. Especially when Mom was on the treadmill wearing a tight-fitting bodysuit, her long, shapely legs swayed with each swing, stretching the muscles into various shapes. Her high breasts pushed the bodysuit up like two hills, and from the side, you could vaguely see the plump base of her breasts. Two small nipples were clearly protruding on her chest, making my penis feel like it was about to get erect at any moment.

I calmly dragged over a small stool and sat opposite Mom, placing her legs flat on my knees.

The ointment had been prepared and had a faint medicinal smell. With one hand, I lifted Mom's slender ankles, and with the other hand, I used a small brush to apply the ointment gently from her knees.

Mom's beautiful legs were so sexy. Due to excellent exercise, the subcutaneous fat was thin, making the muscles appear round and full, and her skin was dazzlingly white. Her neatly trimmed toes were long and thin, resting perfectly on my penis between my legs. The worst part was that when my brush touched her thigh, a patch of red lace panties peeked out from the groin, her vulva bulging high, and I could even see one or two curly pubic hairs peeking out from the edge of her panties…

My penis immediately became erect and pressed against my mother's soles, thankfully she didn't notice at all. As I frantically applied the ointment to my mother's calves and the tops of her feet below the knees, I was already drenched in sweat.

"Mmm! Mommy's sweetie, look how tired you are, go wash up..." Mom didn't notice my unusual behavior. Seeing the sweat on my forehead, she leaned in and kissed me, her eyes full of love.

Taking advantage of Mom's inattention, I quickly turned my back to her and ran into the bathroom, finally managing to hide my erect penis. The cold water didn't soften my swollen penis. In my mind, Mom's two fair legs swayed back and forth. I fantasized about Mom walking into the bathroom, bending over with her back to me, sticking her buttocks out, and my penis thrusting hard between her labia... Thinking of this, I gripped my penis with my fingers.

After only a few casual strokes, my body trembled, and cloudy semen sprayed onto the wall. I found a pleasure I had never experienced before quickly spreading throughout my body. At that moment, a strange thought occurred to me. If possible, I want to turn my past fantasies into reality… That night, I dreamt that my mother was naked, writhing happily between my legs, uttering seductive moans…

With this wicked purpose in mind, I had ulterior motives when applying the seaweed lotion to my mother today. I deliberately touched the inside of her thighs, making sure not to leave a trace. I don't know if it will work, but at least I have to try for that exciting plan. The seaweed lotion needs to stay on the body for 30 minutes, and during this time, I kept showering my mother with sweet words.

“Mom, actually your legs are long and beautiful, and your skin is fair and delicate. There’s no need to waste the lotion!” Her legs were painted a dark green, looking awful.

“What do you know? This way, the skin can absorb moisture better. Besides, Mom mainly wants to get rid of the butterfly spots on her face, they look terrible…”

Here we go again. I’m starting to understand why Dad divorced Mom. My dad is a career-oriented man, handsome and intelligent, always out working hard. If Mom comes home and starts whining and getting annoyed over such a small thing, he'll eventually get fed up!

I said, "What's wrong with it? Mom, go for a walk on the street. How many girls have legs as round and sexy as yours?"

Having read some of Mom's beauty books, I know that melasma is mainly caused by hormonal imbalances and is difficult to cure in the short term. I focused on her strengths and only praised her beautiful legs.

"Really? Mommy's legs are really beautiful?" Mom lifted her legs, her delicate toes curving inwards, her leg muscles taut, her face filled with pride and excitement. If it weren't for the dark green medicine on them, my penis would definitely be hard again.

Half an hour later, Mom washed off the medicine. When we went back to the room, I kissed her cheek as usual, but today the kiss was a little deeper and longer, and I even gently licked her cheek with the tip of my tongue. Everything was done very carefully; I couldn't rush it, I had to take it one step at a time.

To please my mother, I searched for beauty-related websites online, especially those about treating acne, pimples, and melasma. I quickly collected a large number, downloaded the websites, disconnected from the internet, and started pasting useful information into Notepad. Suddenly, a rumor caught my attention, and I still remember how excited I was. It turned out that because of that information, my plans to make love with my mother were brought forward by several days. I managed to translate

that short rumor into classical Chinese and deliberately inserted it among other remedies. Although my knowledge of classical Chinese is terrible, it should be enough to fool my mother. After doing all this, it was late at night, and my mother's fair body kept flashing in my mind. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep. I couldn't help but fantasize about holding my mother's soft, white buttocks and having sex with her, and I finally fell asleep after masturbating.

The next morning, I said to my mother, "Mom, I searched for a lot of information about beauty on the internet last night, but I didn't look at it carefully. You should study it!" I tried to suppress my excitement.

"Really... Mommy's sweetheart, you're so thoughtful!" I took my mother's hand and led her into the bedroom. "Wait... the radiation from the monitor can affect facial skin..." Ugh! I can't stand Mom. She even worries about this? I had no choice but to print out the notepad document.

Mom was wearing her usual pink nightgown, the kind with a very short hem, so short that it couldn't even cover a section of her fair thighs above her knees. She sat on the sofa, a folding chair in front of her, her beautiful legs resting on it, her delicate toes playfully curling up. If you looked closely, you could still see a corner of her underwear; it seemed to be white today. Her well-defined lips parted slightly as she carefully read the document I had just printed. How wonderful it would be if that sexy little mouth could swallow my entire penis...

"Hmm, I don't quite understand this text, can you help me?" Mom asked for my help.

At this moment, I was both expectant and excited. I gently approached Mom and sat down beside her. On the surface, I was looking at the paper in her hand, but my eyes were actually peering deep into her low-cut nightgown. From this angle, I could better appreciate the contours of her breasts. My mother's breasts were smooth and tender, and seemed very elastic. I could almost smell the milky fragrance emanating from those two white, fleshy mounds.

"Let me see... um... 'Semen is the source of growth! The Yellow Emperor said, "To strengthen the foundation, one must nourish the source..." For when yin is abundant and yang is deficient, replenishing the deficiency requires regulating qi and blood... Ah... oh... if you collect the essence of a young, strong man and apply it to your face, your complexion will be fine... Wow... Wow..." I recited, shaking my head, occasionally uttering exclamations of surprise.

"What are you yelling about? Hurry up and explain to Mommy!" Mom was getting a little impatient.

"Oh! Mom, this... I'll explain, but you can't be angry, okay?"

"Why be angry? Tell me!"

"Sigh... I'd better not tell you. This thing exists every day, I have it but Mom doesn't... but I might not have it... Ouch..."

Mom got anxious and leaned forward, the paper in her hand lightly hitting my forehead. A pair of milky white breasts on her chest almost jumped out of her nightgown, and my penis became even harder. "Are you trying to drive Mom crazy? Tell me now, or I won't let you off easily..."

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you... Don't hit me! Mom, don't get angry after I hear it..." While I pretended to hit her, my other hand secretly touched Mom's little feet. That seaweed liquid really worked, making Mom's fair and delicate feet even smoother, and it felt very comfortable to hold them.

"This secret recipe was passed down from the ancients. Simply put, a man's semen is the essence of the body, possessing miraculous skin-care and beauty-enhancing effects. Below is a modern explanation, saying that semen is rich in protein and trace elements

, etc... Regularly applying fresh semen to the face can make the skin as delicate as a baby's..." My mother listened, speechless, but from her expression, I could tell she still leaned towards believing the rumor. Her thin lips moved slightly, seemingly reciting something; her delicate lips had a three-dimensional shape, and I couldn't wait to shove my penis into her mouth and thrust hard.

"A young man's semen?" After a long pause, my mother glanced at my crotch out of the corner of her eye. Perhaps only now realizing that semen was a byproduct of sex, she immediately blushed deeply. Her little fists rained down on me, "Shame on you... Mommy raised you, and now you're just playing tricks on Mommy..."

"I didn't play tricks on you! I didn't make this up. Go ask around if you don't believe me..." I wasn't lying. Although I had painstakingly fabricated this story, I had heard this rumor when I was 17 or 18. I'm sure Mom, who lived 18 years longer than me, had heard it too.

Mom was stunned by my explanation. Her small fists were gripped tightly by me, and she was at a loss. A few beads of sweat appeared on her shy face, her eyes darting around in panic, her chest heaving. This scene made my penis erect, pressing against her thigh. I stared, my lips dry, completely mesmerized, forgetting the important idiom, "Strike while the iron is hot"...

Mom noticed the strangeness in my lower body, pushed me away, and sat up. Her beautiful little feet escaped my clutches. "Mommy's going to sleep..." Mom walked towards the bedroom in a bit of a panic, her eyes seemingly unintentionally glancing at my genitals several times.

As soon as Mom swayed her round buttocks into the room, I covered my crotch with both hands and flipped onto the sofa.

That night, I released my restless lust on my underwear. This was the third time in just a few days that I'd masturbated while fantasizing about my mother's mature body. I deliberately didn't wipe the semen off my underwear, throwing it directly onto the washing machine. A few hours later, the semen solidified into a hard lump. Surely my mother knew what it was?

Today was a busy day at work, and I got home quite late. Mom said, "Mommy will heat up your food..." I quickly stopped her, as I'd already eaten dinner in the staff cafeteria. Mom wasn't wearing that sexy low-cut nightgown today; she was dressed more conservatively, with a pair of gold high-heeled sandals on her fair feet, making her small feet look even more alluring.

My mother and I sat together on the sofa. She watched TV absentmindedly, and I pretended to read a magazine, remaining silent. I'd wasted an opportunity last night, and I didn't know whether I should bring up that secret recipe again today. After a long silence, Mom finally shifted her position and sat closer to me. What followed left me speechless. Although this was what I'd been hoping for, I hadn't expected it to be so sudden.

"Mommy wants to talk to you! Do you masturbate often?" It was so direct that even Mommy hesitated to say it herself. I had imagined similar conversations and knew how to answer, but the suddenness of it still caught me off guard. But I knew this was the first hurdle; once I got past it, things would go more smoothly.

"Not often, more in high school, then less..."

"So how do you usually masturbate?" Mommy's words made me a little embarrassed.

"I'm afraid to say!"

"Don't worry, baby, Mommy won't blame you!" Women and men masturbate differently, so Mommy obviously didn't know how I released my pent-up desires.

"I've always fantasized about Mommy's body." My tone was quite unnatural; how could such a shy attitude possibly seduce Mommy? I wanted to slap myself.

"Oh! You look at Mommy every day, how do you fantasize?" Although Mommy was rather naive, she was still educated, and the family subscribed to many magazines about family matters. Knowing that many teenagers fantasize about their mothers as sexual partners, my mother's face flushed but she wasn't too surprised when I said this.

"I...I fantasize about Mom taking off her clothes in front of me. Mom has such a great body, and I ejaculate while thinking about it..." The flush on my mother's face spread down to her lower body, but her eyes were filled with a complex mix of excitement...shyness...pride...

"Have you been masturbating lately?" My mother swallowed hard. She seemed excited as she got closer to her goal, as if she had forgotten that she was my mother, and it was embarrassing for her son to ejaculate in front of her.

"Lately...I've been fantasizing about Mom's body again..." My voice was so low that only I could hear it.

"Mommy just saw your underwear that you took off...on it...hehe..." My mother actually found it very funny. I was both amused and annoyed, but I also gained a little courage. "Mommy hates the butterfly spots on her face. Actually...I want to..."

"Mommy, do you want to try that secret recipe?" Seeing my mother hesitate, I simply asked directly. Actually, this was what I had been hoping for all along.

"Hmm..." Mom's head was lowered.

"But... I don't know if I can just get it out like this..." My goal was getting closer and closer, and my breathing was getting a little heavy.

"Do you need Mom's help?"

"...If Mom helps me... it'll definitely be fine..."

"Mommy... can I help you with my hand?... " Mom's voice trembled, her expectant and shy eyes were tempting.

In the bedroom, Mom turned on the desk lamp, dimmed the light, and sat on the edge of the bed, at a loss. I stood in front of Mom and gently pulled down the zipper. I was too shy, my penis was soft. I had come this far, I couldn't hesitate.

I mustered up my courage and pulled Mom's hand over to hold my penis...

Mom turned her head to the side, her slender fingers encircling my penis and stroking it. Mom often personally did facials for her regular clients at the beauty salon, so her nails were very neatly manicured, and the calluses on her fingers were all worn away, making them crystal clear. Her

warm jade hand held my penis, her white and tender fingers gently gliding over the glans. A jolt of electricity shot through my penis and coursed through my entire body, causing it to quickly become erect. My mother, surprised by its size, turned her head, her face full of doubt. One small hand could only grasp half of it; after a moment's hesitation, the other joined in, alternating between the two. Soon, my penis was throbbing with veins, pulsating in my mother's warm hands.

"Baby, is this how it is?"

"Oh, Mom, you're doing so well..." Strangely enough, at this moment I felt more of a satisfied excitement. My mother's caresses grew increasingly ecstatic, tiny beads of sweat forming on her nose, yet I felt no urge to ejaculate. "Mom, I want to do it on your feet..."

"So many tricks? Really..." My mother glanced at me shyly, her expression somewhat strange, but she still leaned back on the bed.

I grasped my mother's fair feet and pulled them in front of me, my penis rubbing against the smooth instep, tracing circles of sticky fluid. Such beautiful, tender little feet! No wonder the ancients called women's feet "golden lotuses." The skin was thin, white, and delicate, with the veins faintly visible beneath.

I pressed my mother's soft soles together, clamping my penis between them, and began thrusting. The lines of her soles rubbed against her foreskin, the pleasure growing stronger with each wave. My mother, ticklish, giggled softly and pulled her legs back, but I stubbornly grabbed her ankles and pulled them back.

My glans darted between her slender toes, and my mother's shoulders trembled with laughter. I really wanted to suck on her toes, but I didn't dare. After playing with my mother's beautiful feet to my heart's content, my glans swelled as if it were about to explode. I

took a step forward, kneeling on the bed, and placed my penis against my mother's cheek. My mother knew I was about to ejaculate; she closed her eyes, her face flushed, and let me ejaculate all my thick semen onto her face.

The semen was cloudy and thick, emitting a fishy smell. My mother frowned slightly as she smeared the semen evenly on her face.

"Mom, I'm going back..." Mom kept her eyes tightly closed and didn't say a word. I fled back to the bedroom

in a disheveled state, panting heavily. In one night, I had played with Mom's delicate hands and feet. This was just the beginning. I wanted to slowly devour Mom's body bit by bit until I possessed her entire body... My semen became Mom's skincare product. A few days later, after I strongly requested it under various pretexts, Mom wore very sexy clothes every time she helped me masturbate, exposing her arms and beautiful legs to my gaze. We had developed a subtle understanding. A glance or a gesture would lead us into the bedroom. Mom no longer avoided my penis. Sometimes she would stare at it intently, even forgetting to masturbate.

I wasn't satisfied with Mom just using her hands. Violating her beautiful little mouth became the next target. I thought of a plan, and today Mom had her hair piled up high like a ballerina, as if she had prepared it specifically for me to perform oral sex. It was still early after dinner, and Mom hadn't changed out of her pajamas yet. She was wearing a slip dress, exposing a large expanse of her snow-white back. She wore a pair of small sandals. Knowing I loved her beautiful feet, Mom took special care of them, her toenails painted with rose-colored nail polish, making them exceptionally sexy.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I gave Mom a hint and stood in front of her, unbuckling my belt.

"Hmph! So hasty..." Mom glanced at me shyly, her small hands simultaneously grasping my penis. Her soft fingers were already very familiar with the shaft in her grasp, slowly stroking it up and down, the force light and gentle.

"Ugh... Mom..." I suppressed the urge... "Mom... I need to pee..."

"Go away..." Mom knew I wanted to enjoy the caress of her fingers a little longer, so she deliberately made an excuse! But she didn't say anything.

I rushed into the bathroom, stroking it up and down, fantasizing about raping Mom in various lewd positions. My penis, already aroused by Mom, ejaculated in no time. I carefully washed away the remaining fluid and returned to Mom's side.

"Why did it take so long?" Mom asked, a little suspicious.

"It was so hard, I couldn't pee for ages," I lied, and Mom chuckled. "Let's go to Mommy's bedroom!" I looked at Mom's lips, a surge of excitement welling up inside me.

"Hmm, it's so hard to get it out today..." Mom had been masturbating for a while; her penis was erect, but she had no desire to ejaculate so quickly. After a few masturbations, Mom wasn't as shy as she had been the first time, and she leaned closer to examine my penis.

"I don't know why, maybe I've gotten used to Mommy's fingers?" I tried to come up with some reasonable explanations.

"If it really doesn't work, we can do it tomorrow..." Mom seemed to want to give up.

"How can that be? I'm so uncomfortable like this..."

I was almost there, and I could clearly hear my heart pounding. "Mommy, can you use your mouth to help me get it out?"

"You little rascal... I'm not coming..." Mom's shy expression returned. The last few times I ejaculated on my mother's face, I deliberately rubbed the head of my penis against the corner of her mouth, as if I wanted to drill into it. My mother knew perfectly well what I wanted to do; she knew I would eventually have this illicit thought. Today, it finally came, but she was somewhat flustered.

"Mom, I can use your hands and feet, why can't I use your mouth? Please, Mom..."

I pleaded, cupping my mother's cheeks in my hands, tilting her head back until her lips were inches from the head of my penis. "Just this once..." My mother's throat bobbed, and she whispered with her eyes closed, her expression incredibly cute.

"Mom, open your little mouth..." I cupped my mother's burning face and forced the large head of my penis into her mouth. Her lips were stretched wide, her face flushed, even her neck turned bright red. I held my mother's head, gently thrusting my hips in and out of her mouth. My mother probably felt a little humiliated; her head twitched slightly, but I held it firmly.

"Mom, lick it for me with your tongue!" Mom opened her mouth wide enough to take a piece of my penis in, her tongue working hard to lick within the limited space of her mouth. The glans felt numb and itchy from the licking, which felt very comfortable. After licking for a while, Mom tried not to let her teeth touch the glans, and swallowed the penis a little deeper into her mouth, her luscious lips actively stroking the foreskin.

"Oh... Mom... it feels so good..." Mom's temptation was amazing, and less than 20 minutes after I ejaculated, I was already losing control again. Mom was definitely not a novice at giving oral sex to men; her skillful long tongue licked, sucked, scraped, and stirred, all her techniques were exquisite and proficient.

Mom's mouth worked hard to swallow and spit, and one warm little hand occasionally stroked the penis exposed outside her mouth. Although I felt sorry for Mom and was afraid of hurting her throat, under the intense stimulation of Mom's hard work, I couldn't help but grab Mom's hair and intensify my hip thrusts.

Mom knew I was at the crucial moment, she closed her eyes tightly, grabbed my arm, and her nails dug deeply into my flesh. She had actually used her mouth to help her son ejaculate, a few tears welling up in her eyes. This was the most satisfying ejaculation I'd ever had; my glans had barely left her mouth before it shot out, leaving the fruit of our collaboration on her nose, lips, and eyelids.

"Mommy's mouth is almost bursting from your strain. Let me tell you, don't even think about a next time..." Next time? Next time might be somewhere else. Mommy gasped for breath, a little semen still lingering in her mouth, but she was already used to the taste of my semen, and swallowed it with a flick of her tongue...

A month later...

"Mommy, I want to penetrate your vagina..."

"Dream on. If you push your luck any further, you won't be able to touch Mommy's body anywhere..."

I knelt on Mommy's bare upper body, grabbing her two milky white breasts, squeezing and deforming them, my penis sandwiched between them. My penis thrust left and right between her breasts...

Her mouth had already been violated by me, so her breasts were naturally penetrated without much effort. Once, I begged to suckle my mother's nipple, igniting her maternal instincts. She reluctantly let me remove her pajamas, and as I licked her small nipples until they were hard and erect, her areolas swelled, I coaxed and tricked her into inserting my penis into her deep cleavage.

That day, after ejaculating onto her round breasts, I shamelessly insisted on sleeping with her.

"Just this once!" my mother replied, unable to resist. In fact, from then on, I slept in the same bed with my mother, embracing her beautiful body every night, and even forcing her to hold my penis. Gradually, my mother got used to it, and even enjoyed sleeping with my penis in her hand.

Of course, I wouldn't sleep obediently. First, my mother no longer needed to wear pajamas; then, I could freely caress and kiss her round breasts, flat stomach, and long, fair legs; later, she was willing to kiss me first, and whenever my fingers touched her sensitive areas, her soft tongue would wrap around my tongue and suckle.

However, all of this was done in the dark. My mother absolutely forbade me to turn on the light to look at her body, and I was not allowed to even touch her panties. My mother was afraid that my body wouldn't be able to handle me ejaculating every day, so we agreed to "do it" two or three times a week. In fact, my abundant energy was more than enough. Besides the "pre-arranged" days, I stubbornly insisted on entering my mother's body on the extra days.

I tried everything—pleading, whining—and several times I felt that my mother was almost about to give in. Unfortunately… in the end, willpower triumphed over lust. I don't know whether to admire my mother's self-control or examine my own teasing techniques. No matter how much I caressed her inner thighs or licked her nipples until they were erect, my desire to enter her body remained unfulfilled.

After treatment, the butterfly-shaped spots on my mother's face gradually faded; heaven knows if it had anything to do with the semen. My mother didn't say that she no longer needed my semen, and of course, I wouldn't mention it. I didn't ejaculate on my mother's face every time, and my mother didn't say anything. Twice I deliberately ejaculated into my mother's mouth. The first time, she scolded me fiercely and spat the semen onto the floor. The second time, she swallowed every last drop. Perhaps my penis was inserted too deeply and she couldn't spit it out in time, or perhaps she had ulterior motives.

My mother never called me "my darling" or similar affectionate terms again, not since she started giving me oral sex. Now it's my turn to often hold her on my lap and kiss her little mouth, calling her "my darling!" and "my baby." My mother really enjoys being pampered like a little girl.

She's become increasingly unrestrained in front of me, showing no respect for elders in her words and actions. She often jokes and plays around with me while we chat, and sometimes if she's too rough, I deliberately make her perform oral sex on me. My mother always shouts and screams exaggeratedly, but when I forcefully press her head down, she obediently kneels before me, serving me with her little mouth as if she's in heaven.

One day, the police brought my mother home. It turned out she had been robbed on her way home, but luckily, there were patrol officers nearby, saving her life. From the next day on, I picked my mother up and took her home every day. After leaving the beauty salon for a while, we snuggled together like a couple. "Son, Mommy can't live without you..."

"Me too..." Before she could finish speaking, my mother's tongue was already wrapped around mine, her body softly pressed against mine.

In my mother's eyes, I became her lover, and in fact, my mother became my lover too, a lover I loved to the core...

"Mom, why won't you give me all of yourself?"

"Hehe, I won't. The things you can't have are the most beautiful. I'll let you see them but not touch them, hehe..."

After ejaculating into my mother's mouth again, she nestled in my arms. Her long legs wrapped around my lower body, her fingers rubbing my limp penis. I suspected that my mother's refusal to let me penetrate her vagina was a playful teasing, not a taboo. Several times, my mother aroused me to the point of burning with desire, but when I tried to enter her body, she would dodge while laughing loudly, looking at my embarrassed expression with a smug look on her face.

Today, after a company meeting and dinner, I rushed home to enjoy my mother's love. I'd barely stepped inside, not even had a chance to exchange two words with her, when the doorbell rang, and a beautiful young woman walked in. It turned out to be a female colleague from my office; I must have forgotten a document in my haste to get home. She'd brought it over, and I thanked her profusely, inviting her to sit down.

My mother poured her a cup of coffee, which the girl stood up to take, her lips seemingly coated with honey. "Auntie, you have such a great figure, such fair skin, you look like you're only in your early thirties..." I noticed that although my mother was smiling, she wasn't necessarily happy inside. This was very different from her usual self. Usually, when someone complimented my mother's figure and fair skin, she would be overjoyed,

but today…

The girl was sweet-looking, wearing a denim overall dress, with long, flowing hair that was both soft and smooth, radiating youthful energy. She complimented my mother, occasionally smiling at me. After the girl left, my mother hugged a cushion and leaned against the sofa watching TV, her lips pouting, looking rather aggrieved.

"Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" I climbed up and hugged my mother's petite body onto my lap.

My mother's arms wrapped around my neck.

"Are you close to that girl?"

"We work in the same office, so how would you say we're close?"

"She's quite pretty..."

"Yes, it's more pleasant to work with beautiful women. But even the prettiest can't compare to Mom..."

"Hmph...you smooth talker..."

My mother's tone was full of jealousy. She rolled off my lap and sat to the side, ignoring me completely. It seemed my mother had misunderstood my relationship with that girl. In fact, we didn't have any special relationship. We were both fresh out of school and just got along well.

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower!" Having sat there for so long feeling awkward, and having spent the whole day in meetings, I was quite tired. I cupped my mother's cheeks and kissed her deeply before going into the bathroom. My mother seemed jealous. I found it a little funny and a little smug. I hummed a song as I showered for over an hour before coming out.

Sometime during the night, Mom changed into a figure-hugging white cheongsam dress and struck an alluring pose on the sofa. A pair of shapely, white legs peeked out from the high slit, half-concealed, making them appear even longer and more sensual. A sparkling anklet adorned her slender ankles, accentuating her delicate feet. My hair was still damp, and the sight of her made my penis instantly throb.

"Mom, you're so beautiful!" I exclaimed, hugging her tightly and holding her small foot in one hand.

"Go away, now you remember Mommy? Go find your pretty colleague!"

My jealousy was still so strong; I'd better show it with actions! Thinking this, I slipped my left hand under Mom's legs, wrapped my right arm around her back, and pulled her shapely body into my arms, carrying her towards the bedroom. Mom playfully protested, kicking her plump legs wildly, arousing a surge of lust within me.

Mom still refused to turn on the light so I could undress her. Disappointed, I crouched down on top of her in the dark and kissed her lips. I never expected that she wouldn't even let me kiss her today, and the moment my hand touched her breast, she slapped it hard.

My mother is quite stubborn, and it's hard to do what she doesn't allow. I can't possibly rape her, can I? My desire gradually faded, and I was indeed a bit tired today, so I had no choice but to give up and crawl naked into bed. I felt a little annoyed that my mother had been so pampered in just a few days, and I stubbornly refused to pull her hand to hold my penis.

In the darkness, my mother had her back to me, and she pushed me away from her body with a forceful thrust of her hips, taking off her cheongsam dress herself. I was really helpless; I'll coax her tomorrow!

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard my mother sobbing softly. My heart softened, and I turned around and hugged her smooth, bare back. "Mom, what's wrong? Who were you arguing with all night..."

"...Do you think Mom is too old..."

It's just a female colleague, is it necessary to make such a fuss? I yawned and gently comforted my mother, the sweet words I had said countless times flying into her ears again.

As I whispered gently in her ear, Mom gradually calmed down, her hand reaching behind her to grasp my penis.

"Mom, I love you, you're my heart and soul, always..."

"Mommy loves you too, always..."

Mom obediently let me turn her body around, her tongue willingly entering my mouth, our tongues intertwining as if making a vow never to be separated.

I wrapped my left arm around Mom, and with the other hand, I squeezed her bare breasts, gently kneading them, my right leg instinctively slipping between her legs. The moment I touched that forbidden zone, I suddenly felt a furry, damp sensation above my knee. Oh my god! Had Mom secretly taken off her underwear?

Mom noticed my surprise, her lips leaving my tongue's sucking, and she whispered in my ear, almost inaudibly, "What other women can give you, Mom can give you too!" I could hardly believe my eyes, and my right hand reached down to touch Mom's crotch. Sure enough, beneath the curly pubic hair was a vast expanse of moisture. Tonight, Mom was completely naked, seemingly ready to give me every inch of her skin.

"Mom, can I really touch it?" I hesitated.

"Yes! Haven't you always wanted all of Mommy...?" Mom's voice trembled noticeably.

Oh! It was wonderful. My mouth was filled with Mom's nipple, my fingers gliding from her clitoris through her vulva, down to her perineum and then to her anus. After gently rubbing her perineum for a while, I inserted my fingers into Mom's vagina. As soon as I entered, Mom squeezed her thighs together and contracted her vaginal muscles. I could clearly feel the pressure of her vaginal walls. The warm, wet sensation conveyed Mom's love...

My fingers were covered in Mom's love juice. I slowly inserted my index and middle fingers along the tender vaginal walls, while my thumb gently scratched Mom's clitoris. "...Mmm..." Mom's soft moans were as faint as a mosquito's buzz, and her small hand holding my penis intensified its caresses. Her vaginal fluid soaked her labia, leaving my hand covered in sticky fluid.

I listened carefully to Mom's breathing, feeling every subtle change in her body. Mom curled one leg up, her foot rubbing against the sheets, her knee unconsciously squeezing my hand. Her vagina was still contracting and relaxing, initially clearly to please me, but now it was writhing with excitement. Mom turned her head to the side, biting the pillowcase, trying to suppress her panting.

I was so eager to see Mom's expression when her desire was aroused, I suddenly reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.

"Ah... what are you doing? You're cheating, Mommy's not coming..." Mom was startled, covering her face with her hands, her little feet pounding the bed.

"Mommy, can I see your body?!" I yanked the blanket off. Mom was both anxious and ashamed, turning over and lying tightly on the bed, burying her face deeply.

I touched and kissed her every day, completely relying on my senses to imagine Mom's body in the dark. Now I could finally see this alluring flesh completely, even if it was only her back. My mother's hands were still buried under her face, her thin shoulder blades protruding, making her appear delicate and elegant. A beautiful curve extended along her smooth back, becoming rounded just past her narrow waist, her full buttocks white and smooth, incredibly alluring. A small tuft of pubic hair was faintly visible in the cleft.

I greedily gazed at this trembling body, my penis swollen as if it were about to burst. I lay on my mother's back, gently biting her earlobe.

"You little rascal, what are you doing? Turn off the light..."

"Didn't Mom just promise to give it to me?"

"I didn't tell you to turn on the light!...Don't mess around...You're growing up and you're not listening..."

"No! I want to see your body, I want to penetrate Mom's pussy..."

My chest pressed tightly against my mother's naked, smooth back, riding on her plump, snow-white buttocks, my glans rubbing back and forth in the cleft. Her juices flowed from the slit, making my penis glisten.

"Mom, I'm going in..."

Mom gritted her teeth, her delicate body trembling, as if she was fully prepared for me to penetrate her body.

I arched my body slightly, pinched the head of my penis, parted the pubic hair, and, ignoring the resistance of her labia, inserted it into the little hole I had longed for. The head of my penis burrowed into the tender flesh, enveloped

by her engorged labia. Ah, so good! Finally, I entered my mother's beautiful paradise. I trembled all over, letting out a cry of excitement. My mother buried her head even deeper, probably thinking it was my first time having sex with a woman, hence her obvious delight. While I was lost in my immense pleasure, she subtly raised her buttocks slightly, guiding the head of my penis smoothly into her vagina.

I noticed this subtle movement…

I thrust forward with all my might, my testicles pressing tightly against my mother's buttocks, and my penis slowly slid in.

My mother knew her vagina was looser than a young girl's. To please me, she squeezed her legs together, desperately pressing her vaginal walls, which narrowed under the pressure, tightly enveloping my head. The head of my penis throbbed incessantly inside her burning little hole, and I almost couldn't hold back from ejaculating.

Although I couldn't penetrate very deeply, Mom used her technique to make her vagina feel narrow and tight. I lay on Mom's back, my hands encircling her firm breasts, my mouth parting her curly hair to kiss her pink neck, and my hips began to thrust in and out.

Mom's body trembled violently, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, silently responding to my thrusts, our bodies finally intertwined. My penis made piston-like movements inside Mom's warm, moist vagina. Although the thrusting was short, it was enough to concentrate all my excitement in my lower body, making my penis as hard as an iron rod.

For nearly 10 minutes, I lay on Mom's back, slowly and gently pulling my penis out and thrusting it in again. After the initial excitement of penetrating Mom's vagina subsided, I began to think about how to enjoy this feast of flesh.

Why wasn't Mom moaning? Was she shy? Or was my thrusting too light, failing to arouse her desire...? I supported myself with my hands, increasing the force of my thrusts, my lower abdomen repeatedly hitting Mom's buttocks.

Because Mom's legs were together and her full buttocks were upturned, my penis couldn't penetrate deeply. Eager for greater stimulation, I gently lifted Mom's body, spreading her knees so she was kneeling on the bed. Mom didn't comply, but she didn't resist much either; her head remained pressed against the sheets, her buttocks high in the air, her pair of white, tender breasts half hanging in the air and half pressed under her body.

My penis shallowly thrust in and out of Mom's vagina, so shallowly that it slipped out several times. The glans circled and rubbed near her labia minora, occasionally teasing her clitoris. After a while, Mom's vagina felt itchy and numb, longing for my penis to penetrate deep inside. Although Mom still tried to suppress her moans, her buttocks involuntarily pressed against my lower abdomen, hoping to swallow more of my penis. With the

glans not penetrating deeply for so long, Mom was becoming increasingly impatient with my teasing. I spread Mom's buttocks apart, revealing the pink flesh inside her labia majora. The tender flesh walls, moistened by her own secretions, were smooth and supple. The slit opened and closed with the trembling of her buttocks, seemingly silently enticing my glans to plunge in.

My mother knelt on the bed, and I knelt behind her, my hands tightly gripping her slender waist. This lewd scene had haunted my mind countless times; my first ejaculation had occurred in such a fantasy. Now, through my efforts, it had finally become a reality. My mother's plump buttocks would henceforth be my plaything for my lust.

The thought sent shivers down my spine, and I no longer hesitated. Holding my breath, I held my mother's buttocks firmly, and with all my might, I thrust forward, my glans piercing her vulva like lightning, reaching her very core.

"...Uh..." My mother cried out softly at the sudden force. This cry heralded a new chapter in the illicit intercourse that would accompany the long night.

I thrust wildly, making my mother's hair fly and sweat stream down her forehead. Her irregular breathing was interspersed with barely audible moans. I slowly withdrew my penis, leaving it at the entrance of her vagina, rotating it several times in all directions, paying special attention to her sensitive clitoris. After gently scraping the tender walls of her vagina with the head of my penis, I thrust it deep into her vagina again, my thick, hard penis completely inside, with a forceful and forceful thrust.

Each time my penis touched the cervix deep inside her vagina, it was accompanied by my mother's alluring moans. And when the opening was tickled, my mother would eagerly lean back. It seems that "nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust" is indeed a woman's nemesis; no matter how dignified and virtuous a woman is normally, this move will awaken the lust deep within her.

My mother completely abandoned her restraint; her slender waist twisted like a water snake, and her plump buttocks pressed desperately against my lower abdomen, as if trying to suck my penis into her body. Sometimes moaning, sometimes panting, my strength surged forth relentlessly. I cared not for the speed of thrusting, but recklessly pounded against the alluring, white buttocks before me.

"Mommy. Does it feel good?" I leaned forward, panting against her shoulder.

"...Mmm...Mommy...ah...so good...mmm..." My thrusts didn't falter. My short sentence was interrupted several times by the relentless impacts on her lower body, her response broken and fragmented.

Her buttocks were bruised and red from my rough handling, the sweat from her waist wetting my palms as I moved. I could barely hold onto her smooth, round buttocks. I flipped her body over to face me, pulled her long, beautiful legs over my shoulders, lowered myself slightly, and thrust again into her vagina.

The bedside lamp wasn't very bright, but it clearly illuminated my mother's shy expression. Our bodies were now intertwined, and Mom knew I would fulfill all my long-held fantasies tonight, indulging myself completely on her. Her face was alluring, but she turned her head away, avoiding my gaze.

My penis moved busily in and out of her vagina. I turned her head back, my burning gaze imprinting her shy expression on my mind. At this moment, Mom was like a lamb to the slaughter, her brow furrowed, her mouth opening and closing with the rhythm of my thrusts, her large breasts bouncing wildly.

I caught her small feet, which were dangling from my shoulders, and took them into my mouth. Each delicate, pink toe was licked until red, my nose pressed against the soles of her feet, my tongue sliding down to her heels. Mom's laughter, mixed with moans, seemed to encourage me, and I stretched out my tongue, licking the creases of her soles even more diligently.

Her small feet emitted a faint, sweet fragrance, and her vibrant rose-colored toenails fueled my lust. My mother's delicate feet were coated with my greedy saliva. The sound of my penis churning inside her vagina grew louder and louder, soaking a large patch of the sheets. When my lips left my mother's sensual feet, she was already sweating profusely from my penetration…

"Mom, hold onto my neck!" I leaned down, and my mother, panting, obediently wrapped her arms around my neck. "Hold on tight, don't let go…"

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make Mom fly…" Before she finished speaking, my mother was already airborne, her beautiful legs curled up and resting on my arms, her buttocks supported by my hands as they rose and fell in the air.

"Ouch… so deep… ah…" I tossed my mother's body upwards, catching some of the force of her fall, while most of it was absorbed by my erect penis. My mother cried out loudly, perhaps more satisfied than in pain! Although Mom wasn't heavy, her entire weight was supported by my arms and penis, and soon my hands started to go numb. But seeing Mom's hair flying and her moans as I fucked her, I couldn't bear to put down that alluring body.

"Uh... Mommy... I can't take it anymore..." After a few vigorous thrusts, when my arms could no longer support Mom's weight, she suddenly pressed her body against my chest, pressing down hard on my shoulders, and I couldn't move for a moment. I felt Mom convulse, her vagina suddenly tightening, the tender flesh inside her vagina clamping down on my glans. Mom opened her mouth and bit my shoulder, her clitoris trembling wildly, a gush of fluid washing over my throbbing glans.

Since we had been intimate for almost a month, Mom had first used her fingers to stimulate me, then her mouth to give me oral sex, and later her breasts had been penetrated by my penis. But each time, it was always me who ejaculated freely, and Mom had never experienced an orgasm. But today, Mom finally reached orgasm.

"Mom, did it feel good?" I asked mischievously, my head pressed against her forehead.

"Don't ask... um... you're so naughty!" The blush from her orgasm was still clearly visible on her face as she shyly avoided my burning gaze.

My arms were already numb, so I took the opportunity to gently put her down. I lay down on my side next to her, her back to me, one of her beautiful legs raised high, and my glans slid into her vagina again, thrusting in and out.

"You little rascal, where did you learn so many positions... ah..." Mom let out a helpless yet ecstatic moan, her body trying its best to meet my thrusts.

"Mom, it's so wonderful to make love with you, your body is so sexy, tsk tsk..." My lower body didn't relax at all, fully enjoying Mom's beautiful body.

Mom's forehead was covered in sweat; after her orgasm, I had been fucking her for almost half an hour. "Sigh...it's all Mommy's fault...I nourished you...and now you're tormenting me...oh..."

Actually, I was also on the verge of climaxing, barely holding on with sheer willpower. "Mommy, I...I'm coming...whoosh..." I said breathlessly, and a thick stream of semen shot deep into my mother's womb...The immense satisfaction overwhelmed my physical exhaustion.

That night, Mommy and I indulged in repeated acts of passion until 3:00 AM before finally falling into a deep sleep.

"You must be a gift from God to Mommy..." Mommy nestled against me, pouting and whispering sweetly in my ear.

I sighed softly, realizing I couldn't concentrate on my book anymore, so I tossed it aside and hugged Mommy. But I felt uneasy. Ever since my intimate contact with Mommy's genitals, she had become increasingly unreasonable. She talked twice as much as usual, and whenever I wasn't paying attention to her, she would actively come over and interrupt everything I was doing.

Men and women are completely different creatures. Women can live on love, and they can give up everything in the world for love. Can men do that? Men need other things besides love: career, reputation, status... too many things. At the very least, men have to think about how to make their loved ones live better every day... I pondered how to tell my mother this. This should be the elders admonishing the younger generation, but now it seems the roles are reversed. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself...

"Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything? Talk to Mommy! You've only been here a few days and you're already complaining about Mommy?" My mother said coquettishly, unyielding.

"Mom, I was just reading a book for a while, how did I ignore you?"

"Exactly, exactly, you haven't looked at Mommy since you came back today. Is the book more interesting than Mommy?"

Cough... I laughed out loud. "Mom, are you just trying to make conversation? If your tongue is bored... then... hehe..." I grinned wickedly and pressed my mother's head between my legs.

My mother lowered her body, like a docile kitten nestled between my legs, her nimble tongue tracing circles around my glans, occasionally hissing softly. I stroked her curly hair, watching her rapturous expression; any earlier displeasure had vanished. I realized how deeply I loved my mother…

“Mom, tell me if it hurts…”

“Mmm!” My tongue left her slightly reddened anus, and, supporting her slender waist, I slowly inserted my glans into her tender rectum. Her anal muscles tightened, gripping the glans, and with her cooperation, my penis slid completely into her rectum. The scene of our first anal sex resurfaced in my mind; the pain, more intense than when I lost my virginity, brought tears to her eyes, but her eyes clearly told me that she was willing to do anything for me, as long as I wanted…

My penis, enveloped in her rectum, moved rhythmically inside her, sometimes tight, sometimes slow. After several anal encounters, my mother had learned to find pleasure in this unusual form of intercourse. Amidst her soft moans, my mother's snow-white, plump buttocks became my favorite. She wiggled her hips, occasionally turning her head to glance at me; my expression told her how excited I was. Encouraged, my mother endured the throbbing pain in her rectum, tightening her anus until I ejaculated into her intestines.

Afterwards, my glans slid out of her anus, her chrysanthemum bud still open, the rectal wall a deep crimson, mixed with a trace of milky white semen.

The bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom, even the balcony—all became our battlegrounds. Nourished by sex, my mother's ovaries regained their vitality, her estrogen levels increased significantly, and the so-called menopause quietly slipped away in these passionate, carnal days. Now I am 24 and my mother is 44, but our physical needs for each other haven't diminished at all. My mother's figure is still so graceful, her bedroom skills still so alluring. Holding my beautiful mother's buttocks and thrusting is perhaps the happiest thing in my life.

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