My sexy mom

My family isn't wealthy; we're somewhere in the upper-middle class. My father works in a steel factory, and my mother runs a small business (selling underwear) on the pedestrian street. Due to the global financial crisis, the steel factory where my father works is struggling, resulting in over six months of unpaid wages. So, the family's livelihood depends entirely on my mother's small shop. Seeing my mother worrying every day about my father's drinking and daily expenses, I resolutely gave up the internship arranged by the school and went straight into the workforce. Currently, I work as a sales representative for an electronics company, earning over three thousand yuan a month. This is enough to cover my own living expenses and also helps my mother support our precarious family to some extent. Although my family is ordinary, the relationships within it are astonishing. Actually, when I was in junior high school, my parents' relationship was very good. My mother has a sweet face and a fantastic figure; she's 1.66 meters tall with slender yet shapely legs. Her face shows no signs of aging; her fair skin glows with a rosy hue. My father would go out drinking and joking with his friends, often boasting that marrying my mother was his greatest achievement. His cronies, without arguing, would jokingly threaten to steal her away. In the evenings, our family would go for walks after dinner; looking back, it all seems so warm and harmonious. The story begins when I was a freshman in college. My father developed hemorrhoids. At the time, the steel mill where he worked was doing quite well (his monthly bonus was around 2000 yuan, bringing his total monthly income to less than 10,000 yuan). He went to the city's top hospital, where the hospital fees alone exceeded 5000 yuan. I took leave from work to take him there that day, while my mother and I carried bags of necessities. The room was on the third floor of the inpatient ward. At that moment, only the three of us were in the hallway. My father was at the front, shuffling along, while my mother was in the middle, and I was behind carrying fruit. My mother was carrying a basin filled with shampoo, laundry detergent, soap, and other things; it was quite heavy. Dad, suffering from hemorrhoids, walked slowly. After climbing about twenty steps, Mom, her arms tired, placed the washbasin on the steps and rested it with her hands. Perhaps I was distracted, or perhaps I was too close, but I inadvertently bumped into Mom's plump buttocks. "Ah!" Mom was startled and sat down on my face. Mom was wearing a short dress and flesh-colored stockings. Wow, a sweet fragrance mixed with a slightly fishy smell, her buttocks pressed tightly against my nose, and I was startled, my mouth slightly opening and closing, as if I had kissed Mom's beautiful buttocks. Immediately afterwards, I felt a tightness in my nose, and her plump buttocks on my face relaxed slightly. Ah...so good, Mom's buttocks were soft and warm. The only drawback was that she was wearing flesh-colored stockings, so I didn't get the full pleasure of touching her buttocks, but there was a kind of friction with a slightly erotic feel.

Previously, I had absolutely no Oedipus complex, but the overwhelming stimulation caused me to get an erection very early on. A gentle rub of my face against my mother's plump buttocks almost made me ejaculate—what an intoxicating feeling! The warm flesh of her buttocks pressed tightly against my face; I wanted to rub my face against her cleft. My father, walking in front, heard my mother's cry and asked, "What's wrong?" Because of her buttocks, he couldn't turn around to look down. "Oh, nothing," my mother replied without alarm, perhaps because it was her son. She placed a basin on the steps and moved her plump buttocks away from my face, her expression returning to normal. Without that soft touch, I felt a wave of loss, as if my precious treasure had suddenly vanished. I looked up at "my precious treasure," and in that instant, what I saw made my penis even more erect. Good heavens! My mother was wearing lace-trimmed underwear. I'd never felt anything before when I saw her wearing lace-trimmed, see-through underwear while hanging clothes, but this time it was different. A surge of lust rushed to my head, and my penis swelled from the intense stimulation. My mother's buttocks were partially covered by a short skirt, and her legs were clad in flesh-colored stockings, shimmering in the sunlight streaming into the hallway. My Oedipus complex began from that moment on, spiraling out of control. From that day on, I developed a habit of masturbating with my mother's stockings and underwear. But that's a story for later. My mother, perhaps embarrassed, didn't turn to look at me, picking up the basin and continuing upstairs. I followed, swaying unsteadily because of my erection.

The hospital room was a private room with a private bathroom. After settling my father's belongings in the room, I quickly slipped away. I was afraid of meeting my mother's gaze, so I kept my head down the whole time and didn't see her expression. Two days later, I received news that my father's surgery was successful. I wondered if I should go see him. For some reason, my mother's round, plump buttocks instantly flashed into my mind. The lustful fire in my belly solidified my resolve. I had to go. Thinking that Dad might not be able to eat, I bought dinner for both Mom and myself. "Knock knock knock..." "Come in." It was Mom's voice. Because of what happened the day before yesterday and my guilty conscience, I was still quite uneasy. Entering the house, I found Dad wasn't there. "Mom, where's Dad?" I asked weakly. "The doctor took him to change his dressing." Mom's tone was calm, probably not dwelling on what happened two days ago, and I felt reassured. I put the dinner on the table. "Mom, eat something. I was afraid the doctor wouldn't let Dad eat if I didn't buy him anything." My anxiety vanished completely. "You eat first, I'll make the mattress for Dad." It was evening, and the last rays of the setting sun slanted in. Mom was wearing a loose shirt and fitted sweatpants; her shapely figure looked incredibly alluring in the afterglow. I forgot about dinner and just stared at my mother. When I saw the bulge under her sweatpants, my lower abdomen felt itchy again. My father didn't come home until evening. We talked about my school, and when I looked at the clock, it was already past eleven.

Dad said, "Don't go home tonight. You and your mother can share a bed. Go straight to school tomorrow." "Okay!" I replied immediately. For some reason, at that moment, I didn't see my mother as my own mother at all. It was like taking advantage of a strange woman at night, and I felt a surge of secret joy. I have a habit of sleeping naked, but I don't take off my underwear. My mother went to the bathroom to change into a pair of shorts and a tank top. When she came out, my eyes lit up. "Mom, why do you have such a good figure? Tell me, and I'll tell your daughter-in-law later!" "Get lost, you brat, daring to flirt with your mother? You want a beating?" My mother was still very childlike. My father chuckled beside me, unaware that I was fantasizing about my mother's positions in bed. The only problem with the hospital's private rooms was the lack of a bed for accompanying family members; there was only a single folding bed. My mother could lie on it by herself, but if I squeezed in, it would be too small. So, my mother and I were pressed tightly together. She lay on her side facing my father, her plump buttocks arched back against me. I had originally been facing the window with my back to my mother, but my penis immediately became erect when I touched her buttocks. Overcome by lust, I rolled over to face my mother's back. The moonlight illuminated my mother's slender waist, making me want to wrap myself around her. My mother sensed my movement and pulled her buttocks forward slightly, probably to avoid being squeezed, and slowly fell asleep.

They slept soundly, but I tossed and turned, my energy surging, my penis hardened by these thoughts. Around 2 a.m., these thoughts finally overcame my reason, and I actually wanted to masturbate, and to masturbate in front of my mother. Quietly, I pulled down my underwear and slowly stroked my penis with my hand. My lustful thoughts emboldened me, and my other hand reached for my mother's buttocks. Ah… the round, soft feel. I dared not use too much force, just gently caressing her. I imagined rubbing my penis against my mother's buttocks, and the sensation was so intoxicating. After about ten minutes of stroking, my hand was a little numb, but I felt no urge to ejaculate. Those who have tasted the sweetness never know the danger, because the satisfaction in my heart made me forget everything around me. I wanted to turn my fantasy into reality; I wanted to rub my mother's plump buttocks!! Listening to my mother's deep breathing, I knew she was sleeping soundly. My right hand gently pulled down my mother's shorts. The tension made me sweat profusely, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. When I pulled my mother's shorts down to her thighs, her knees squeezed together, and I was startled and quickly stopped. I remained frozen, gripping the edge of my mother's shorts. After about five minutes, confirming that my mother hadn't woken up, I bravely inserted my erect penis into her buttocks and slowly rubbed it. Good heavens, this felt like incest, just like actually penetrating my mother's vagina, giving me a feeling of euphoria. I continued this slow, rubbing motion, but a man's heart is never truly satisfied. I bravely placed my hands on my mother's waist, pulled her back, and then thrust my hips forward in response. This action gave me immense satisfaction. Just as I was selflessly enjoying this forbidden pleasure, a sudden, sharp pain in my leg almost made me scream! My mother was awake!! My penis went limp in fright, and I quickly rolled over and turned my face away.

Listening to my mother's heavy breathing, she seemed quite angry. I thought, "This is bad, what do I do!" My mind went blank. I lay quietly for a while, but my mother still didn't move, nor did she scold me as I had imagined. Thinking of this, I shamefully got hard again. "Could it be that Mom doesn't blame me? Is she afraid Dad will find out?" Thinking this, I became bolder. I turned around and saw that my shorts were still half off. What did Mom mean? Was Mom implying something? Was she a slutty woman? Thinking of this, I felt a faint sense of loss, as if I had discovered that my wife was a promiscuous slut. But this thought did not affect my next move. I held my penis with my left hand, and with my right hand, I held my mother's buttocks and inserted it. What followed was not a pleasant friction, because the sharp pain in my legs prevented me from focusing on it. My mother was not asleep either. Her hand was twisted on the outside of my thigh and did not move. Slowly, I got used to the pain and actually mustered up the courage to thrust. Mom felt my twisting motion increase in force. Haha, okay, let's see who can hold back first. I tightened my grip on Mom's buttocks, pulling her back. My penis rubbed against Mom's vulva with each stroke. The hissing sound from the friction, the waves of pleasure from my penis, coupled with Mom's heavy breathing, made me feel that even dying right then and there would be worth it.

Perhaps it was the reduced pain that made my penis more sensitive, or perhaps Mom was afraid Dad would discover our lewd actions, or perhaps she had had enough of my lewdness and wanted to end this battle quickly. She did something I never expected. Mom reached out her right hand and pressed my penis against her vulva, squeezing her legs together. God, was Mom masturbating me? A wet, sticky feeling came over my penis. Mom was very wet, and you could even see some reflection in the moonlight. A warm, slippery sensation accompanied the thrusting, producing a sizzling, lewd sound. The little hand that had been "mischievous" on my left leg moved to my buttocks, pressing me deeper. I was incredibly excited, placing both hands on my mother's waist and beginning to thrust vigorously, the sounds of wetness filling the air. The room slowly filled with a lewd atmosphere, and my breathing became heavy. With each thrust, my penis rubbed against her panties with her love juices, the tingling sensation making me thrust wildly. Because I pulled my mother's hips back too hard, the folding bed creaked loudly, startling both my mother and me. We both stopped and listened quietly to my father's reaction. Fortunately, my father was a deep sleeper and didn't wake up. My mother and I became very alert and began to slowly twist and turn. The wet sounds continued for more than ten minutes, and I began to get tired of the monotonous action. I pulled out my penis, placed both hands on my mother's waist, and pulled her towards me.

My mother felt the heat between her legs suddenly dissipate and let out a soft "Hmm?" Then, feeling my hand's movement, she yielded and followed. I pulled my mother to the center of the bed and pressed her face down. Now she was completely beneath me. I slowly pulled down her shorts. My mother resisted for a moment, perhaps a little nervous, but sensing my persistence, she softly muttered, "Beast," and let me do as I pleased. Hearing that coquettish moan gave me immense satisfaction. After removing her shorts, I knelt on the bed, looking down at my mother's posture. Her slender waist and rounded buttocks didn't resemble a woman in her forties at all; she looked like a young girl. Her black silk panties were stained with her vaginal fluid, glistening in the moonlight. I couldn't resist leaning down to smell it; a fishy, lewd scent filled the air, followed by my mother's disapproving "leg-pinching technique." Suddenly, I realized how adorable my mother was, just like my own woman. Thinking this, I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled my mother's panties down halfway and thrust my hard penis inside. Perhaps wanting to preserve a dreamlike feeling, or perhaps the taboo hadn't been fully broken in my heart, I didn't insert my penis into my mother's vagina. Instead, I let her labia slowly rub against it. My mother's panties were the kind with very little fabric, tightly binding my penis and making it fit completely into her labia. And so, with my hands on either side of my mother's chest, I performed the most primal act. Although our organs were in close contact, we didn't truly penetrate.

Each time I thrust downwards, the glans would slip out of her labia with a soft "slippery" sound. The slippery, warm sensation of the glans, the close friction between her labia and the glans, combined with the forbidden psychological impact, surged through my body and rushed to my head. My hips also rose and fell slightly, making soft slapping sounds on my mother's buttocks, which seemed extremely lewd. I supported my body with my hands and moved up and down like this for a while until my arms ached. Then I lay completely on my mother's back, my hands reaching down her loose tank top to grab her breasts. "Hmm?" "Hmm!" The first sound was mine, because I realized my mother wasn't wearing a bra! The second sound was a soul-stirring moan from my mother. The two intense sensations made me lose control. My penis suddenly thrust forward, embedding half of the glans into my mother's labia, and I ejaculated a large amount of thick semen. "Huff huff huff..." My mother seemed to have reached orgasm as well, her breathing becoming extremely heavy. So I lay on top of my mother, both of us panting. *Slap slap slap*, my mother patted my bottom, signaling me to get up. A feeling of guilt rose from the depths of my heart. I secretly turned to the side, my penis squeezing out of my mother's labia with a gurgling sound, as if some semen had been ejaculated inside. "Sigh," my mother sighed softly, slowly getting up and walking towards the toilet. "What should I do? How could I have done such a beastly thing?" The guilt afterward almost suffocated me. Listening to the sound of running water coming from the toilet, I slowly drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I woke up to find my mother gone, and the sheets, stained with the marks of yesterday's "battle," had been secretly taken away by her. "Dad, where did Mom go?" My father was still lying on the bed next to me, his eyes open, seemingly lost in thought. "Oh, she went to hang up the laundry. Why would she wash clothes so early in the morning?" my father muttered, puzzled.

Of course I knew why she went to do the laundry; the sheets were covered in her vaginal fluid. "How should I know? Dad, I'm leaving now, I'll be late for school." I quickly washed up and ran off, not knowing how to face my mother. They say what you fear most is what you end up touching. Just as I reached the lobby, my mother, who had finished hanging up the laundry and was preparing to go back inside, appeared right in front of me. My heart skipped a beat, and my face stiffened. "Be careful on the way, buy yourself some breakfast!" My mother acted as if nothing had happened, just like she always did when instructing her precious son. I was a little dazed. Was I dreaming last night? But the traces of dried vaginal fluid on my penis told me that it had indeed happened. It was hard to accept the reality before me. "Oh. I know!" My voice was so soft I could barely hear myself as I hurried away. What I couldn't see was the faint sadness in my mother's eyes behind me. But desire can drive a person crazy, can change a person's outlook on life. My forbidden trip to the hospital left me with remorse for less than two days. As the guilt subsided, the sensation of my mother's plump buttocks resurfaced in my mind. But I dared not repeat my outrageous actions of that day, out of respect for her, for respect for my father, and for my own self-respect. On the third day, during PE class, watching the diverse youthful figures on the playground, their agile forms... some overdeveloped "assets" jiggled with activity. Coupled with my "first taste of forbidden fruit" a few days prior, my desire had reached an unprecedented breaking point! My mind was filled with images of my mother's plump buttocks and slender, full legs. Blood rushed to my head, making my eyes red. "Teacher! I need to go home because of something urgent!" Seeing my somewhat distressed expression, the teacher assumed something serious had happened at home and said, "If it's urgent, go quickly. Call me if you need any help." I barely heard the rest of his words and rushed home as fast as I could. I rummaged through drawers and found all of my mother's stockings and panties, spreading them all on my bed. Looking at "them," I felt a perverse satisfaction. My hands trembled as I rubbed the black sheer stockings, the flesh-colored sheer stockings, and the half-open panties against my already erect penis, slowly rubbing them. Smelling the sweet fragrance emanating from a pair of red panties with black trim, I ejaculated four or five times that afternoon. From that day on, I used my mother's stockings and panties to masturbate whenever I had sexual needs, which made me deeply infatuated with my mother's legs and buttocks. Sometimes I would masturbate with my mother's freshly changed panties or stockings, ejaculating on them, imagining myself deeply penetrating my mother's vagina and ejaculating inside. Afterwards, I would soak them in water to erase the traces of my transgression, claiming that soaking them would make them easier to clean. (At the time, I didn't know that semen couldn't be completely removed by just soaking in water; white spots would appear. I always thought my mother hadn't discovered my transgressions). Graduation from university was approaching, and my thesis became my top priority. Worrying during the day naturally affected my sleep at night. Around midnight, the pent-up stress of the past few days made me crave release, so I decided to sneak into my mother's room and steal a pair of stockings to

masturbate. That night, my father was on night shift at the factory. I tiptoed into my mother's room, easily finding my way to the closet where she kept her underwear (because my mother owns an underwear shop, she's very particular about her underwear and has a dedicated closet for it). Without much thought, I grabbed a pair of stockings and was about to head back when the scene from that night at the hospital inexplicably flashed into my mind. I paused, looking at my sleeping mother. It was already quite hot, and a towel lay quietly on the floor. Perhaps my mother wasn't a very honest sleeper. She lay on her side, wearing only a tank top and underwear, her right hand folded in front of her chest, as if caressing her breasts. Her buttocks were slightly upturned, and her pair of round, jade-like legs were crossed and bent, gleaming with a warm, jade-like hue under the moonlight. "Mom's skin is so nice." Throwing away the stockings, rampant desire ultimately replaced reason. I lay down on my side behind her, my hands trembling nervously as I reached for her exposed, plump buttocks, gently stroking them. Perhaps because of the heat, she wasn't fast asleep; my slight movement made her flinch in her sleep. But I boldly went ahead and touched her vulva. I was dumbfounded; what I touched wasn't warm, moist labia, but a thin white panty liner. I slid my hand back, the panties rubbing against the liner with a hissing sound.

Mom suddenly sat up, and I was startled by her sudden movement, half-sitting, half-lying on the bed in a panic. A crescent moon shone in Mom's eyes. Her large eyes stared intently at me, her face expressionless. I felt a chill run down my spine under her gaze and didn't dare move. We stared at each other for a moment, then suddenly Mom raised her right hand and punched me hard in the chest. The sudden attack made me lose my balance and I crashed onto the bed with a "thud." I thought, "It hurts so much, I might as well just pretend to be dead." Mom noticed I wasn't moving and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Dead?" "Yeah, I'm dead." I realized Mom wasn't angry; she replied playfully. "Pfft." Mom couldn't help but laugh. And her laughter actually gave me a strange feeling, as if I had been a dutiful son, bringing her pleasure, and the slight guilt in my heart vanished. "Keep pretending if you dare!" Mom playfully kicked my waist and got off the bed. I thought, "If Mom didn't have her period today, would she give in to me like last time?" Thinking about this, my penis showed signs of reactivation. Mom didn't seem to care about my state. After getting out of bed, she started rummaging through drawers and cupboards in the room, doing something I couldn't tell. After a while, I heard rustling sounds of her dressing, and I curiously looked up. "You dare look at me? I'll beat you to death!" Mom said fiercely. I was still a little afraid of Mom, and my somewhat erect penis immediately went limp. I thought, "Oh no, she's angry!" Just as I thought this, I suddenly felt a tightness on my face. Mom had covered my upper body with a towel, which made me wonder what Mom was up to. Before I could even guess what was going on, my underwear was pulled down by a thieving hand, and another soft, boneless hand grasped my limp penis. Wow. It was Mom. Mom was masturbating me. Her technique was very skillful, sometimes lightly stroking the glans, sometimes gently stroking it. It made me instantly erect. "Pah!" Mom spat lightly. Originally, Mom was preparing to satisfy me. I lay back, pointing my erect penis straight at her. I pointed to my penis, signaling her to begin. "Smack!" Mom playfully slapped the head of my penis, a slightly painful yet tingling sensation that made me unconsciously thrust my hips upward. "Don't move," Mom said, her breath slightly ragged. Then came a moist, enveloping feeling. When my penis was about a third covered, a small, nimble tongue began to stir along the glans. "Hiss, ah..." I couldn't help but groan; it was so stimulating. Each movement of the little tongue was accompanied by a suction force. Only two words came to mind: "Mom." Mom knew I wouldn't be satisfied with that and began to suck deeper. When my penis was about two-thirds covered, she realized there was no more room for the glans, so she had to stop. And so, Mom's little tongue lingered beneath my penis, her mouth sucking slowly and then faster, occasionally licking around the groove of the glans.

I was panting heavily under the covers. The room was filled with the slurping sounds of my mother sucking and her long sighs from labored breathing. We were both completely absorbed in the moment. Suddenly, I realized why my mother hadn't told me to look at her. She had been getting dressed. Taking advantage of her complete absorption, I secretly pulled back the covers. The scene that greeted me was unforgettable. It was an incredibly lewd sight. My mother was wearing a tight red cheongsam and black stockings. Drawn by my action of pulling back the covers, she stopped sucking and looked up at me. Her long, black hair was casually draped down her back, with a small strand of hair playfully falling to the left side of her face. Her mouth was slightly open in surprise, a trickle of saliva running down to the tip of my penis. Her left hand rested on my right leg, and she stared at me. This is my mother! What a lewd scene! It's hard to believe she's the gentle woman who always urged me to study hard and gave me instructions on every little detail of my life. A hint of anger, a touch of arrogance, a dash of debauchery. I suddenly scrambled to my feet, my abrupt movement startling my mother. I roughly helped her up, and she knelt before me, her back to me. My left hand gripped her waist, pushing the hem of her cheongsam up to her waist. I stared at the square padding of her panties tightly encased in her black stockings, while my right hand gripped my enormous penis, rubbing it relentlessly against her vulva.

The firmness of the pantyhose made me uncomfortable, and Mom noticed this, tightening her legs. Luckily, she had left a lot of saliva on it during oral sex. The friction between my penis and her legs made a hissing sound. Because the saliva wasn't very lubricating, I didn't dare to thrust too hard, just slowly inserting deeply and then pulling out completely. I also grabbed Mom's arms, pulling her towards me and pushing her out. The lack of lubrication combined with the friction of the pantyhose doubled the stimulation of my glans, and soon I felt the urge to ejaculate. No, I can't ejaculate. Heaven knows if Mom will make me do it a second time after I ejaculate. So I thought of a good idea, "Mom, can you put on your high heels?" "?" Mom gave me a sideways glance without speaking, but instead hooked my leg back with her right foot, signaling me to continue. Looking at my mother's wanton and unrestrained expression, I felt an intense sense of subjugation. Ignoring her feelings, I pulled out my penis, released her arms, laid her down on the bed, and walked straight out. After searching for a while in the shoe cabinet, I finally found a pair of white high heels that my mother rarely wore. I carried them into the house and found my mother lying on the bed, rubbing her breasts. I thought, "If only she weren't my mother, how lewd she is. But it doesn't matter if she's my mother or not." I grabbed her two disheveled little feet and carefully put the shoes on them. The red cheongsam, the black stockings, and the white high heels were visually stimulating.

I hoisted my mother's legs onto my shoulders, held her knees with my hands, stacked them together, and inserted my penis into her thighs, beginning my primal thrusting again. My hands controlled my mother's two jade-like legs, caressing them and changing their position and angle to satisfy the tactile sensation of my penis. After a while of rubbing, I heard my mother let out a soft moan. I grabbed one of her legs and spread them apart, the white high heels reflecting the light and tracing a delicate arc. My mother, her eyes half-closed, was kneading her breasts with both hands. Seeing my gaze, she released one of her large breasts with her right hand and reached out to me, as if gesturing for me to give it to her quickly. I gave her my left hand, which was supporting her leg, and she grabbed it and pressed it against her breast, kneading it forcefully. So soft, so big. Was this the breast I had nursed from when I was a child? I leaned forward, spreading my mother's legs apart, and rubbed the base of my penis against her vulva forcefully, like the final sprint before reaching orgasm, thrusting my body back and forth rapidly. "Ah, um, um..." My mother also relaxed a bit, her voice groaning along with my rubbing. Her legs, clad in white high heels and black stockings, bent and swayed in the air, her breasts changing shape under my forceful kneading. "Mom, I'm going to cum." My throat felt like it was being choked, and I couldn't make a sound. "No, no." Hearing that I was about to ejaculate, Mom pushed me back and immediately knelt down beside me. My erect penis, half-kneeling on the bed, was taken into her mouth, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked on her beloved treasure.

But I wasn't satisfied with this shallow indulgence. I held Mom's head with both hands and pulled it back, my entire penis disappearing into her mouth. Accompanied by a dry heave from Mom, and a clear "gurgle" as it was pulled out. But Mom didn't seem to dislike this action, wrapping her arms around my waist to reduce the impact. I pulled out every 3 seconds to let Mom breathe again, and after a few thrusts, an uncontrollable tingling sensation shot from the head of my penis straight to my abdomen. "Ah! Ugh!!!" With a low growl, my semen shot down Mom's throat and into her abdomen. "Huff, huff," I breathed heavily afterward, and the intense exhaustion made me collapse onto the bed. This forbidden journey, however, didn't fill me with any guilt. Instead, a surge of subjugated pleasure welled up inside me. Seeing my exhausted expression, Mom smiled slightly, took off her cheongsam, kicked off her high heels, and seductively straddled my lower abdomen, leaning down to nibble at my earlobe with her teeth. "Little beast, go to sleep." Then she guided my hands to cover her breasts, and I leaned to the left, and we both fell asleep. When I woke up in the early morning, the sheets beside me were still a mess, and the heroine was already in the kitchen, sizzling and sizzling as she stir-fried vegetables. Had I tamed Mom? Yesterday felt so exciting; the shackles of taboo seemed to have been completely broken. I turned over and found a pink note on the bedside table. I picked it up and read, "Once a week, too much will hurt your health." Haha… A sense of satisfaction welled up inside me. Without even putting on my clothes, I rushed out of bed and headed to the kitchen door, ready to give Mom a big hug. But I was startled by my mother's icy expression. "Go back and get dressed. Anyone who sees you is asking for trouble!" Good heavens... Mom, what are you? So alluring at night, yet during the day you transform back into the awe-inspiring queen I once knew. I was starting to lose track of reality. But the days that followed were just as the note had predicted. Every week, we'd find a day when Dad wasn't home, or before he got off work, to do things we both loved. Breast play, oral sex, foot play, leg play. The kitchen, the bedroom, the balcony, the living room, the bathroom. We tried them all over six months. Mom probably also fostered my fetish; all sorts of sexy lingerie, stockings, and high heels piled up in a large box in the corner of the basement. Although we had "close contact" for over six months, we never truly "understood" each other, because we both had a seemingly insurmountable hurdle, or rather, a tacit agreement. This relationship continued until four months after graduation, when the international financial crisis erupted, and many private companies went bankrupt. My father's steel mill was hit hardest. Because my father's salary was relatively high, he usually spent money lavishly. The sudden change in his life had caused him to lose himself. He would come home late every night, drunk and swearing. At the time, I was an apprentice at a battery factory assigned by my school, and I was digesting the knowledge I had learned that day. I heard arguing coming from my mother's room, accompanied by heavy objects falling and a loud bang as the door slammed shut. I knew they were arguing again. In the nearly one year of chaotic relationship with my mother, I no longer knew whether I considered her my woman or my mother. Hearing the faint sobbing from next door, my heart ached. I

silently went in, and my mother was slumped over a stool, sobbing. I gently approached her, rubbing her face with my hand and lifting her up. My eyes fell on a shocking red handprint on her left cheek. Seeing the handprint, an intense anger surged within me—I wanted to kill him! But then I saw my mother's pitiful, tearful expression, and my heart sank to the bottom. Yes, he was my father. I had done something to betray him, and I felt a deep sense of shame. I pulled my mother into my arms and let her cry softly. Surrounded by me, Mom felt like she had found a safe haven, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. The "storm" lasted a full half hour; it was past 1 a.m., and Mom was probably exhausted from crying. She pouted wearily and rubbed her face, her adorable little face filling me with tenderness. The dim light on the desk had a strange beauty. The chair had no backrest. "Mom, lean on the desk, I'll massage your shoulders," I said, expressing my tenderness. "Mmm," Mom yielded and leaned on the desk, while I stood behind her, gently massaging her shoulders. Soon, Mom began to moan softly, grabbing my hand and pulling it towards her body. I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her shoulder. "Love me," Mom's voice was soft and gentle, like a love confession to her young lover. Looking into her watery, yearning eyes, her gentle tone, my erect penis pressed against her lower back.

We both knew this time it was "real love." Before, when we "faked love," Mom always exuded a seductive, alluring charm. But this time, I noticed Mom was shy, burying her blushing face in her arms, leaning over the desk. Her plump buttocks arched back, gesturing for me to remove her "fake" clothes. I carefully peeled them off, afraid of accidentally hurting her delicate body beneath. Then, in a few quick movements, I stripped myself completely. Only half of Mom's beautiful buttocks were visible, but her juices were already flowing down her thighs onto the stool. Mom was truly aroused. I gently pushed her up, my right hand reaching down, touching something slippery, her soft labia trembling slightly. The temperature inside her labia was beyond my expectations; I dared not penetrate further, afraid of interrupting this warm moment. Holding my hard penis, I found the entrance and slowly pushed in. My mother's vagina was wet and slippery, but that couldn't stop her child from returning to her embrace. "Sizzle... Ah..." It went in, and the process wasn't as difficult as I'd imagined. When my penis was halfway in, it felt like there was a little mouth inside, sucking my penis in with a slurp. It felt warm and slippery. The wet sensation almost made me ejaculate. "Ah..." It seemed my first penetration brought my mother to orgasm. Her uterus sucked at my glans in waves, my penis tightly enveloped by her vagina, the abundant vaginal fluid holding it in tightly. I can't ejaculate! Absolutely not! I held it in, and after a full two minutes, the urge to ejaculate completely disappeared.

I could finally move slightly. "Squeak... Sizzle... Squeak... Sizzle..." "Ah... Ah..." Each time I moved, my mother let out a soft moan. The slippery friction was very pleasurable, and every time I pulled out my penis, I couldn't help but thrust it back in to the base. My mother also lifted her face from her arms, moaning softly. In the tender space, a mother and son were engaged in intimate exchange. The mother lay on the table, her buttocks fully exposed above the stool, while the son stood upright behind her. The mother spoke of love, and the son expressed his tenderness. To avoid shattering this surreal feeling, I didn't thrust quickly or forcefully, each time very slowly, inserting to the hilt and then withdrawing completely, the "sizzling" sounds filling the air. Perhaps the mother was more easily aroused, as her vaginal fluids flowed down my thighs, forming three streams. After thrusting like this for about five minutes, I grew tired and withdrew my penis. I helped the mother sit up, straddling half of the stool, and perhaps because I was making her more comfortable, she turned around, placing her legs apart and crossing them on my lap, her buttocks on the front half of the stool, her back leaning against the table. Although I had seen my mother's vulva many times through her stockings, this was the first time I had seen it up close without any covering. There was only a small tuft of dark hair on her vulva, the tips of her labia were slightly dark, and her entire vulva was soaked with vaginal fluid, gleaming with a lascivious sheen under the dim lamplight. It felt slippery to the touch. A pungent, musky smell filled the air.

Afraid the edge of the table would hurt my mother's back, I embraced her, my arm supporting her back. I inserted my entire penis, just barely reaching her vagina. My mother wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in to kiss me. "Mmm," this was the first time my mother had kissed me since we became intimate. Every time we made love, she wouldn't allow me to kiss her lips or her vulva. This kiss today held deep meaning; it signified that she was now my woman. A nimble little tongue came from across the way, searching for its playmate. And my penis began its slow thrusting. Besides the sizzling sounds from the mother and son's genitals, the room was also filled with heavy breathing from their tongues swirling together. Soon, the stimulation of my glans rubbing against her, combined with my mother's deliberate teasing, made me want to ejaculate. I pulled slightly away from my mother's red lips. "Mom, I'm coming!" "Ah...ah...don't ejaculate inside..." My mother immediately pushed me back, which only made me more unable to resist. I immediately pulled out from under her, which was pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, and ejaculated in a series of spurts, a few drops even spraying directly onto my mother's face. Afterwards, my mother gently wiped the semen from her abdomen with a tissue. I went to the side, lay on the bed, and watched her intently, suddenly realizing how truly happy I was. Not every mother can be like my mother; I felt like I was in heaven. Today, my mother was unusually gentle, helping me bathe and scrubbing my back, completely devoid of her usual seductive charm.

After washing up, we lay in bed in silence, quietly enjoying this peaceful time. I slowly fell asleep… When I woke up the next day, there was still a pink note on my bedside table. “This is a one-time thing, don’t do it again!” Hehe, Mom. I love you!! As I got dressed and prepared to open the door, I suddenly noticed a pink note on the door, exactly the same as the one on the bedside table, that read: “If you want to break the rule, remember to use a condom!” Ah!!! Good heavens, Mom, tell me you’re a demon! Are you some kind of savior sent by Sun Wukong?! I also know deeply that I will never see that gentle mother from last night again, nor do I want to, because I will never let her get hurt again. Let her spend the rest of her life as her happy little demon! Since developing a real relationship with my mother, our relationship has become more harmonious. But that close “exchange” is gone. Maybe it’s because we’ve started to truly respect each other like a married couple, but I’m also a normal man with needs, in my youth, and I still have to deal with my mother’s playful “sexual teasing” from time to time. Two months of “abstinence” have made me think I have the potential to become a monk. My father's negative state no longer affected my mother's mood; frankly, she had abandoned him, or rather, found someone new. I also quit my internship and found a job myself. Today was a day off, and I excitedly went to the pedestrian street to help my mother with her shop, only to realize abruptly that she sold women's underwear. With me in the shop, who would dare come in and buy anything?

So, I wandered around all day, extremely depressed, finally reaching 9 pm when all the shops on the pedestrian street began to close. I rushed back to help my mother, looking at all the trendy women, feeling they couldn't even match one ten-thousandth of my mother's style. Thinking back to that experience, a wicked thought popped into my head! "Mom, sit down and rest for a while, I'll help you clean and close the shop," I said, secretly plotting. "Okay, go ahead, I'm exhausted," my mother replied, oblivious to my ulterior motives, happily sitting on the sofa and dozing off. Hehe, what a great opportunity! Seeing that no one was around, I quickly closed the door and turned off the lights, locked them from the inside, and covered the floor-to-ceiling windows of the shop with a cloth. Listening to the scattered footsteps outside, the laughter and chatter of passersby, and my mother's even breathing inside, a wicked thought suddenly arose. The pitch-black environment gave me a feeling of illicit affair. I tiptoed to my mother's side and gently shook her. "Ah...what's wrong..." I immediately covered her mouth, "Mom, it's me." I grinned lewdly. "You little rascal, what are you doing?" My mother seemed to understand. Looking around at the surroundings, she adopted a wanton and seductive expression. "Mom, it's been two months already, I'm almost as old as Fahai!" "You want to come home first? Don't you know where you are? There are people everywhere outside. If they find out, you won't be able to live anymore." My mother was still a little nervous, after all, this was her workplace year-round. "It's okay, I'll be quiet. It's so dark, and the room is covered with a cloth so no one outside can see us. This feeling is definitely exciting! Hehe." I chuckled lewdly.

"Get lost, you little bastard! See how I deal with you!" Mom slapped me and got up to grab me. I wasn't about to let her succeed; I pulled her into my arms. "Mom, change your clothes, something a little more seductive, okay?" I coaxed her gently. Mom glanced at me, knowing my tastes, and moved her body away from my arms, heading towards the inner room. I thought, "This is it!" I secretly ran to the door, lifting a small part of the curtain to peek at the passersby, imagining Mom's seductive expression. My erection was high. Time ticked by, and after more than ten minutes, just as I was wondering if Mom had sneaked out the back door, the inner room door opened. Because most of the French windows were covered by curtains, the light from the pedestrian street was dim, and I was mesmerized by Mom's beautiful body. Her long, flowing hair was coiled at the back of her head, forming a phoenix tail shape, cascading down. She wore an old-fashioned swimsuit, but unlike swimsuits, it was made of a light red, semi-transparent silk. Her breasts were clearly defined, with dark red satin below the nipples and transparent black silk above. A tuft of cute downy hair was faintly visible in her pubic area, and the fabric covering her vulva, due to the indentation of her vulva and the tightness of the garment, formed a "W" shape. Her two jade-like legs were encased in black stockings, the edges only reaching about a third of the way up from her knees. Four straps along the white lace trim extended to a white "belt" around her waist. "What... what's going on?" I swallowed numbly, stammering. "Hmm..." Mom groaned, her large eyes half-closed as she swayed her hips as she walked towards me. When she was less than half a meter away, she slowly blinked her watery eyes and licked my lips with her little tongue. "Is this just a hobby for my precious son?" The intense temptation made my penis almost burst. "Clothes or the person?" I asked hoarsely. Mom didn't answer my question. She gently stroked my cheek with her right hand, then leaned forward, rubbing her large breasts against my chest and sliding down. The gentle movements removed all obstacles for me, and my penis could already feel Mom's heavy breathing due to arousal. I held onto the edge of the counter with both hands, standing upright in front of Mom, slowly closing my eyes and tilting my head back slightly. Mom saw that my little thing desperately needed "soothing" and knew it was time for her to show off. She put her left hand on my waist and reached up with her right hand to rub my nipple. Her mouth also slowly opened, first gently biting the glans with her teeth, seemingly testing its hardness. My penis, dissatisfied with her teasing, throbbed powerfully twice, making Mom chuckle. My mother's head began to move back and forth, her lips forcefully enveloping the entire penis, sucking vigorously with each movement. "Suck... gulp... suck... gulp..." In the small space, only the sound of my mother's mouth sucking on the penis could be heard. My mother's oral skills were impressive; each time she sucked backward, she would lick the urethral opening with her tongue, and when she sucked forward, she would stir the glans with her tongue, sending a continuous warm, tingling sensation through me. Her hair swayed back and forth with her head, and my mother knew that today's game wouldn't end there. After sucking for a while, when she felt that the penis was already a little red and swollen, she looked up at me with a pitiful expression. Seeing my mother's pitiful pleading expression, I knew that she wouldn't be satisfied unless I went all out today. I lifted her delicate body with both hands, pressing her shoulder with my right hand and pushing her onto the counter, while my left hand kept fiddling with her vulva, and my mouth was licking her breasts back and forth. After fiddling for a few moments, I felt her juices flowing down the cloth and onto my hand. "Mom, I want to lick it..." Although Mom was somewhat aroused, she still maintained her rationality. "No, it's dirty down there!" "Please, Mom, it's not dirty, I want to lick it." Ignoring Mom's objections, he used his right hand to directly pull open the small piece of cloth tightly outlining his vulva, pressing his mouth against it. The entrance was extremely slippery, warm, and slightly pungent. It was like drinking warm milk. "Ah!!" Mom exclaimed, but realizing they were in a "public, public place," she immediately covered her mouth with both hands instead of pushing away my attack. Although it was a bit fishy and pungent, the sensation upon entering my mouth was irresistible. I couldn't help but stick my tongue into the opening, stirring it back and forth, and increasing the suction in my mouth, sucking mouthful after mouthful of her fluids into my stomach. The teasing of my tongue seemed to intensely arouse my mother's desire. Her mouth, tightly covered by her hands, emitted continuous "Mmm...mmm...oh...oh..." sounds. "Mmm...ah...you...you little bastard...so...so hateful...ahh...I don't want it anymore...mmm...stop...ahh..." Creating my mother's excitement, my own lust boiled. My right hand manipulated my penis, while my left hand flicked the erect clitoris on her vulva, increasing the frequency of my tongue's movements. "Ah...no...mmm...ah..." My mother's body trembled. Her right hand quickly grabbed the panties from the counter and shoved them into her mouth, emitting an extremely hoarse yet seductive sound. "Mmm..." A stream of hot liquid rushed into my mouth, soaking my entire chin. Under the teasing of my tongue, my mother gave her "first" orgasm of the day. Watching her slightly trembling body, I waited for her to enjoy the afterglow of her climax. Almost ten minutes passed. "Mom, where am I?" Startled awake by my voice, Mom glanced at me seductively. "Wait a minute!" Her voice held a hint of lewdness beneath her coquettish tone. She picked up a small bag and pulled out a four-pack of condoms with the word "Durex" written on it. "I've been preparing for this for a long time," Mom seemed to be pouting at me, scolding me for taking so long to pamper her. "How do I put it on? Mom, you put it on for me." Actually, I really didn't know how to put on a condom; I'd given my virginity to my mom. And only once.

Mom tore open a package, blew on the condom, and grabbed my penis with her left hand. "Huh?" My penis was covered in Mom's saliva, but then she squeezed it and sucked on the glans. "Pop!" "Ah!" With a strong suck, my penis became less wet. Mom peeked through the gap at the sparse pedestrians outside. She had successfully put on the condom and then stroked my condom-covered penis with her hand. I gestured for my mother to turn around, then bent over and leaned against the counter, rubbing my penis against her labia, as she had just orgasmed. Her labia were very wet, and the head of my penis made a "squeaking" sound as it rubbed against her. Feeling my penis was hard enough, I slowly pushed it in, the head against her. "Ah," I couldn't help but groan, and with a "plop," my penis instantly disappeared into my mother's vagina. The condom didn't provide much friction, making it easy to insert all the way in. "Mmm, so big..." As soon as I entered, my mother's hips began to sway, and I kept my penis straight inside her, letting her move on her own. However, feeling somewhat unsatisfied, I grabbed my mother's arms, signaling her to stop, and then began thrusting back and forth. Gone was the tenderness of the first time; our union was intense, like lovers. "Slap, slap, slap..." My lower abdomen slammed against my mother's plump buttocks. With a forceful pull, I lifted her from the counter. "Mom, let's walk around inside." So, with my mother arched in front and me holding her arms from behind, I thrust deeply with each step. This seemed to stimulate my forbidden pleasure even more. We walked around the room several times, "slap, slap, sizzle."

I don't know if it was the sixth or seventh lap, but as we passed the door, I heard many girls playing around outside, seemingly young women leaving a shopping mall. A thought struck me. I turned my mother around and pushed her against the glass door behind the curtain. She cooperated, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, so she was completely suspended on me. She guided my penis into her vagina with her own hands. I held my mother's plump buttocks and thrust my penis in and out forcefully... "Ahhh...you little beast, slow down...slow down...there are people outside..." My mother couldn't take my intense attack, and afraid of crying out, she could only suppress her voice, trying to get me to slow down. I was in the throes of pleasure and didn't listen to my mother's advice at all, each time going all the way in, the "slap slap" sounds becoming even louder. I pulled back a corner of the curtain and watched the youthful figures playing and running outside, while I watched them frolicking in the quiet little space, thrusting into my mother's vagina. After the girls outside left, I turned my attention to her, lowering one of my mother's legs and placing the other on my shoulder. I licked my mother's little feet while stroking the base of her plump thighs. Looking down at the part where I was having sex with my mother, I saw a black, veiny penis thrusting in and out of her dark red vagina. Each thrust was accompanied by a "gurgling" sound. Under the light, her vaginal fluids flowed from her vagina onto my penis, and with each deep penetration, her vagina would push the fluids on my penis to the base, then drip down my testicles to the ground... "Ah... Mom... Mom... Ah..." The visual impact made me unable to hold back any longer, and my vas deferens loosened, filling the space of the condom with a large amount of semen.

Around midnight, if there were still people on the pedestrian street, you could hear faint moans coming from within. Since the area had become more open, Mom started moaning loudly, and they had already used four condoms. Inside the shop, I lay on my back on the floor, Mom half-squatting around my waist, her large buttocks rising and falling rhythmically, "splat splat splat..." My labia and lower abdomen were covered in vaginal fluid; each time she lifted her hips, several strands of fluid clung to her. Beside me lay a condom soaked in semen. "Mom, stop." Mom looked at me, somewhat frantic and confused. "Come on, let's go outside, okay? There's no one outside." At this, Mom's eyes lit up, and a wanton, seductive look appeared on her face. We walked to a streetlamp in front of the shop, Mom gripped the lamppost with both hands, her buttocks raised high. I saw the glistening fluid; my vagina, after several hours of stimulation, was starting to open. I guided my penis in with a slurp and thrust in and out. "Mmm, Mom, so good. I love you." "You little beast, you little beast... ahh..." Mom was still hesitant to make a sound outside, only letting out soft moans. Looking at Mom's wanton body in her sexy lingerie, a sense of subjugation filled my body. After a while, I changed positions, telling Mom to lie back, grab the lamppost with both hands, and then I brought her legs together, grabbing her ankles and lifting them high above the flame. At this moment, her vulva was directly facing my enraged penis, and with a thrust of my hips, I entered her correctly. What a lewd move! Mom's whole body was suspended in the air, only able to passively absorb each powerful thrust of mine, while I licked Mom's ankles with my tongue as I thrust in and out, soaking a large patch of her black stockings with my saliva. "Sizzle... sizzle. Slap... slap..." "Ah... um... little beast, a little shallower... too deep..." Sometimes I would quickly thrust my hands apart my mother's legs, sometimes I would slowly rub her legs together. Who would have thought that in the bustling pedestrian street during the day, a mother and son would be passionately making love in the early hours of the morning?

When we got home that night, it was almost two o'clock. My father hadn't come home; he was probably drunk and staying at a friend's house. My mother, however, was wearing a full set of sexy lingerie, with a trench coat over it, and we walked home together. When we got home, my mother served me like a wife, helping me wash up, and then we snuggled together and fell asleep. The several times we made love last night completely voided our weekly agreement with my mother, and we began our own married life. Sometimes when my mother was cooking in the kitchen, I couldn't help but take off her clothes and thrust into her. My mother never seemed to mind my various teasing and sexual actions, as long as I used a condom. I honestly don't know what my mother is thinking, because sometimes when I tease her until she's drooling and overflowing with vaginal fluid, she'll forcibly stop me because I forgot to buy condoms. My first time having sex with my mother was on a trip. It happened when my mother and I went to Mount Tai. After a day of sightseeing, we were still very excited when we got back to the hotel. This was our first long trip after two years of "love" between mother and son, and we stayed in a relatively high-end star-rated hotel. I looked at the clock and it was almost ten o'clock. My mother was taking a shower in the bathroom, while I was lying on the sofa watching a movie. "Snap!" My mother came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. The white bath towel could only cover a small part of her breasts, and the bottom edge just covered the base of her buttocks. Her loose hair was still steaming. "Go take a shower." My mother's tone was somewhat commanding, but I ignored her and picked her up from the ground. "What's the point of showering? It's pointless." I sat on the sofa and let my mother sit across my lap. I opened the prepared condoms from the cabinet next to the sofa and handed them to my mother. We had been making love for over six months, and there was no longer any shyness. My mother flicked my forehead and carefully helped me put on the "safety helmet."

"You're so impatient, aren't you? You can't resist seeing Mom's body?" She helped me put on the full protection, then touched her vulva, supporting her body as she inserted my penis. "Slap...slap...sizzle..." "Ah...you little thing, you really make Mom love you." My mother tossed her flowing hair, her body writhing like a snake. Soon, she felt tired. "It's your turn. I'm a little tired from climbing up today. Let me relax." "Come on, let's go to the bed." The sofa was a bit cramped, so I couldn't stretch out. I let my mother climb onto my body, and I supported her buttocks, placing her on the bed. I stood under the bed and began to thrust rapidly. "Slap slap slap slap... sizzle... sizzle..." "Ah, so good... um..." Mom also tasted the fruits of her son's efforts, moaning selflessly. "Mom, your son will take good care of you." I changed positions, changed the frequency of thrusting, and after nearly 20 minutes of thrusting, there was still no sign of ejaculation. "Mom, you do it. I can't ejaculate by myself." "Um..." Mom got up and sat on my bed, starting the classic Guanyin sitting on a lotus position. If it weren't for this position, you wouldn't be able to see how agile Mom's figure was. Her two slender, round legs burst out with amazing power, and her body rose and fell exaggeratedly. The place where they were joined made a loud "slap slap slap" lewd sound. Perhaps because of the excitement, I still had no sign of ejaculation. "What's going on? It's been so long and I still haven't ejaculated." I was also a little puzzled. A flash of inspiration struck me. I pushed Mom down on the bed, and my penis squeezed out of Mom's vagina with a "pop" sound. My mother was still wondering about my actions, but I swiftly removed the condom and slipped it into her vagina. "Ah." Years of using condoms had made me feel unfamiliar with direct intercourse. The intense friction between my vagina and penis made me ejaculate immediately. "Gurgle, gurgle..." "Ah! What are you doing? Get up!" My mother pounded on my chest, struggling to get me to leave. I thought, "No, I can't let this go after finally having sex with my mother without a condom!" Thinking this, my penis, which had been going limp, gradually began to revive, continuing the frequency of thrusting. Perhaps it was the close contact between my penis and the flesh of her vagina that gave my mother such immense pleasure; she was now almost frenzied. She writhed wildly, absorbing my son's rough ravaging. "Ah... um... ah..." My mother's voice was almost a scream, radiating feminine charm. The soundproofing in the five-star hotel suite was excellent, so I didn't have to worry about anyone outside hearing. I began to increase the speed of my thrusts, "Gurgle...sizzle..." Each time I pulled out, a mixture of my semen and my mother's vaginal fluids flowed onto the bed. "Ah...you little beast, no...don't shoot inside, ah..." My mother mumbled incoherently amidst her frenzy.

"Shoot...I've already shot, Mom, loosen up a bit, we'll wash it off later." I lured my mother's subconscious, increasing the frequency of my thrusts, "slap slap slap slap." After a while, the urge to ejaculate surged again. Watching my mother writhe wildly beneath me, I roared, "Mom, open the door, I'm shooting...hurry up!" My mother's consciousness was also on the verge of collapse. Hearing this, she spread her labia with both hands, mumbling incoherently. I thrust forward violently, plunging my entire penis into her vagina, gripping my mother's ankles tightly and pressing them forward, biting her red lips, and my semen gurgled and sprayed directly into her increasingly swollen uterus. After ejaculating, I lifted my chest and looked down at my mother. Her hair was disheveled and scattered on the bed, and some saliva slowly dripped from the corners of her mouth. Large amounts of semen flowed from her labia. Looking at my mother, still in the afterglow of her orgasm, I couldn't imagine what life would be like from now on.

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