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Spring Festival is the most important festival for Chinese people. As the saying goes, "One misses one's family even more during festivals." As soon as the twelfth lunar month arrives, those who have been away from home begin preparing for their return. From choosing gifts to scrambling to buy train tickets, everything reflects their eagerness to go home
. I graduated from a prestigious university three years ago and have been working for two years. After graduation, I stayed in this first-tier city. I applied for jobs everywhere, but faced rejection everywhere, simply because I lacked work experience. Later, I worked odd jobs at a real estate company to barely make ends meet. During this time, I even broke up with my girlfriend of two years because of our long-distance relationship. Fortunately, hard work pays off, and I finally joined my current company. Through two years of hard work and my genuine skills, I became a key member of a department.
Now that my income has increased, I want to buy a car, and I want to drive it back to my hometown, even to the ditch, so the village chief can announce over the village loudspeaker that everyone in the village should help me push the car. I want them to know that the Sun family's son has made a name for himself in the big city. Well, this is just a fantasy I'm indulging in when I have nothing better to do; I don't have much savings right now. Luckily, the company provides a single room, and aside from a symbolic deduction of 1000 yuan per month and the utility bills I have to pay myself, it saves me money on rent. Otherwise, my so-called high salary would leave me with very little after rent.
As in previous years, I started planning my trip home after the fifteenth of the twelfth lunar month. But unfortunately, train tickets are too sought after; tickets for the right time slots are sold out as soon as they go on sale. Just when I was at my wit's end, I received a call from my dad. He saw on the news that there's a trend of "anti-Spring Festival travel" now, with tickets from big cities to small cities being in high demand, while tickets from small cities to big cities are plentiful. He and my mom discussed it, and they're thinking of coming to visit me this Spring Festival. I considered it, and it's fine. The Spring Festival is just another holiday; as long as the family can be together, it doesn't matter where we spend it. Besides, I have some free time during the holiday, so I can take my parents sightseeing.
However, Dad said we couldn't completely disregard the customs of our hometown; we still needed to visit relatives after the New Year. So, he'd only stay with me for two or three days before coming back with me after the holiday. I quickly checked online and found there were plenty of train tickets left. I booked them quickly, and then booked a hotel for my parents for three nights—the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, New Year's Eve, and New Year's Day—right next to my dorm building, which was quite convenient.

The 29th of the twelfth lunar month.

At noon, I went to the station to pick them up. In the sea of people, I spotted them immediately. It had been almost a year since I'd seen Dad. He looked radiant, wearing a suit and carrying a thermos. If it weren't for the large camouflage travel bag slung over his shoulder, he wouldn't look like a country bumpkin; he looked like a government official inspecting the Spring Festival travel rush. Mom was glowing, wearing a red fitted trench coat and black leggings. This outfit made her look at least ten years younger, like a young married woman.
I rushed over to take my dad's travel bag. He said the weather in this big city was so different, so much more comfortable. He'd left wearing a down jacket, but now he had to change into a lighter shirt. He added that suits were really uncomfortable, so uncomfortable to hold. My dad's shy, I knew he was just being self-deprecating, because he never wears suits. I laughed and told him that this was the South, the climate was naturally different, and besides, he looked quite dashing in a suit. My dad blushed and looked down at his suit, saying that Mom insisted on buying it, spending almost 500 yuan, and he wouldn't wear it back home, it just didn't feel right.
I took my parents to the hotel, and after settling them in, we went to a small restaurant downstairs for a meal. My dad ordered half a jin of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and his ears turned red afterward. Mom kept complaining that he couldn't forget about alcohol no matter where he went, still thinking he was young, but now he couldn't handle two drinks. My dad chuckled, saying he wasn't used to the southern liquor. I originally wanted to take them to the mall, but Dad absolutely refused, saying malls are all the same, no different from a market, and it's better to watch TV. I think he was just getting drunk. Mom couldn't persuade Dad otherwise, so she had to send him back to the hotel while my daughter and I went out to wait for the bus.
It's Chinese New Year, everywhere is crowded. We waited for two buses, both full, and Mom got impatient. When the third bus came, she grabbed me and said she was determined to squeeze on, no more waiting. Mom was in front, I was behind, and I pushed her as we squeezed on. Once on, we realized there wasn't a single thing to grab onto. Luckily, I'm tall, and I managed to grab a handrail, but the position was so uncomfortable—I was leaning to one side, holding onto the handrail with my right hand, while Mom nestled against me. I asked Mom to hold my waist, and she readily gave me a bear hug. Ah, Mom's embrace... those two mounds of flesh pressed tightly against my right chest, I never knew Mom was so firm...
At the next stop, there were people getting on and off, but the train felt even more crowded. I was okay holding onto the handrail, but Mom was pushed in front of me by the crowd, and we were about to be separated. I grabbed Mom's waist with my left hand and pulled her back. So now Mom was in front of me, I was holding onto the handrail with one hand and pulling on Mom's lower abdomen with the other. Complaints rose and fell in the carriage, and Mom was quite embarrassed, asking me to hold her tighter. Actually, there was no need to hold her now, we were practically touching. Even though it was through Mom's coat, her buttocks were pressed tightly against me, and this embrace actually made me react, which was very embarrassing.
Although I kept telling myself that this was my mother and I shouldn't have any thoughts, this position made it hard for me to control myself, and I couldn't help but start to feel Mom's body more closely. After all, she's almost 50 years old, and there's some extra flesh on Mom's lower abdomen, but it felt very soft when I touched it. My mom's buttocks are indeed very perky; even standing upright, the protrusion is quite obvious. Smelling the fragrance of her hair, I used my left hand to pull her closer to me, and my lower body became even harder.
Luckily, she was wearing a thick coat, so she probably couldn't feel anything. I held her like that until we reached our stop. When we got to the mall, it was packed with people. Despite my mom's repeated refusals, I still bought clothes for both of them, and she bought me a shirt too. Satisfied, it was already 5 PM, and we started waiting for the bus again.
Great, it was rush hour, and the bus was even more crowded. This time, without a word, I grabbed the handrail, and my mom, carrying her things, stood in front of me. I didn't hesitate, still supporting her stomach. Hmm? Something's not right. Why does the outline of my mom's buttocks seem particularly clear? When we arrived, her buttocks just looked like one big protrusion, but now, I could clearly feel the two halves of her buttocks. I strained to look down and saw that the hem of my mom's trench coat had been pushed up, revealing her leggings. My heart skipped a beat, my lower body jerked, and with a quick push, I easily pinned my mom's legs together, her buttocks against her lower abdomen.
My mom clearly sensed something, because I noticed her slightly tilt her head and thrust her lower abdomen forward. But it was just a moment; she quickly returned to her original position under my pressure, or rather, that slight thrust was just an unconscious reaction, and she returned to her original posture on her own. Now it was even more embarrassing. I was pressing my lower body against my mom's buttocks, not wanting her to know, but she had clearly noticed. I wanted to move away, but I was unwilling. Before I knew it, I was bending over and hugging my mom, and she leaned forward with me, her buttocks protruding even more. Good heavens, this position was like those Japanese adult films I had saved on my computer. Good heavens, my mom's buttocks are really firm. Good heavens, what am I doing?
The bus announced our stop, and we had to get off. I continued to shuffle towards the back door, still holding my mom close. The instant the door opened, I suddenly regretted not taking her to a mall further away. At the door, I straightened my mom's trench coat, but when I got to her bottom, I paused—that slippery feel… My mom instinctively glanced around at the other people, then turned to look at me.
“Mom, your coat's pulled up.” I pulled my hand back.
“Oh, I see, how…” My mom didn't finish her sentence. Actually, I really wanted to know what she meant by “how…”.
“Mom, let me get it.” After getting off the bus, I snatched the bag from my mom's hand and held it in front of my lower abdomen.
“Hey. It's just this little thing, we're going upstairs soon, it's not like…” My mom didn't finish her sentence because she turned around and saw my posture; she probably knew what I was trying to hide.
As usual, I had dinner at a small restaurant that evening. I can't hold my liquor, but I still had a drink with my dad. Facing him, I don't know if it was from the alcohol or embarrassment, my face was burning. My mom didn't seem to react much. Since we'd been on the train all morning, I took them back to their hotel and told them to get some rest. My mom came over and closed the door, her gaze a little evasive, and told me to go to bed early too, not to stay up late. I didn't hear her close the door until I got into the elevator. Back in my dorm, instead of going to bed early, I opened a hidden folder on my computer, imagining the slippery feeling of the afternoon, frantically searching for videos of standing doggy style...

New Year's Eve.

Last night I completely exhausted myself and slept until 10 pm. I checked my phone and saw many calls from my parents. I quickly called back. They'd asked around and were already at the nearby farmers' market, buying ingredients for New Year's Eve. I'd already prepared some in the fridge, so they just needed to buy some seafood. There was only one induction cooker in the dorm, so a hot pot would be fine. Mom was reluctant, saying that they couldn't be without dumplings for the New Year, and they would be back soon.
Half an hour later, Dad called and asked me to come down to the dormitory to pick them up. Goodness, pots, pans, and even a cutting board were all there! After carrying everything into the dormitory, I poured them some tea and told them to rest for a while. Mom toured my dormitory and said the conditions were pretty good. To be honest, apart from the simple decoration, my dormitory was actually quite nice for the central location of a first-tier city. It was a one-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom apartment; apart from the lack of a kitchen and the small size, it already felt like a small home. However, I usually eat at the company cafeteria, so whether there's a kitchen or not doesn't really matter.
We had a simple lunch; Dad watched TV while I helped Mom make dumplings at the coffee table. That's when I noticed that Mom had changed her pants today—a pair of gray wide-leg pants. Dad and I sat on the sofa, and Mom sat on a small stool opposite me. Having learned from yesterday's experience, I kept stealing glances at Mom's thighs. I don't know who designed these pants, tight at the top and loose at the bottom. Especially when sitting, they're so tight it's practically like not wearing pants at all. No, they look even better than not wearing pants.
When you have something on your mind, your eyes are drawn to it, and your hands easily become clumsy. I was holding a dumpling wrapper my mom was rolling out in one hand, while the other hand was in my teacup, almost burning myself. My mom seemed to notice something, looked up at my dad, and when he wasn't paying attention, she looked up at me with a complex expression—a mix of reproach and embarrassment. Being caught by my mom, I felt a little awkward and quickly lowered my head.
When I looked up again, my mom had already crossed her legs. A little while later, my mom looked at my dad and said it was getting late, telling him to go and prepare the vegetables. My dad was impatient, but he still grabbed a small stool and sat down in front of the TV to prepare the vegetables. So now I was sitting on the sofa, across the coffee table from my mom, and my dad was behind her with his back to us.
Without Dad around, I felt bolder, stealing glances at Mom every now and then. Her legs were spread wide again. Her pants clung tightly to her thighs, and as she bent over rolling out dough, her thighs jiggled, causing half of her buttocks to tremble. My gaze shifted upwards, meeting her eyes. It turned out that while I was staring at her, she had been looking up at me. Seeing me look up, Mom smiled slightly at me. Could it be that Mom… was deliberately trying to get Dad away?
Firecrackers aren't allowed in the city, so compared to our hometown, it definitely lacked the festive atmosphere of the New Year. Before five o'clock, we had already prepared the New Year's Eve dinner. Everyone had a bowl of dumplings, and around the hot pot, Dad, as usual, opened a bottle of alcohol. Although Mom said she would drink less, she didn't stop Dad from pouring her more. After a couple of drinks with Dad, Mom's face was flushed. Dad was about to pour himself a third glass, but Mom was still complaining, saying that he snores when he drinks too much,
and that his snoring kept her awake last night. Dad laughed and said, "After all these years, aren't you used to it?" I can't hold my liquor, so Dad poured himself a glass and started talking non-stop, from our hometown to this city. Then he went back to his old refrain, telling me I should go back to my hometown and hurry up and find a girlfriend. At this point, Mom chimed in, and the two of them started arguing back and forth, turning our New Year's Eve dinner into a family criticism session. It was the New Year, and I didn't want to upset them, so I just let them say what they wanted. I'm used to their nagging about marriage anyway, and my attention was on Mom right now.
We finished eating, and the Spring Festival Gala was still going on, but Dad was clearly drunk. He was sprawled out on the sofa watching TV like a couch potato, while Mom and I started cleaning up. Since there was no kitchen, we had to wash the chopsticks and bowls in the bathroom. I helped Mom carry the things to the bathroom, and she used a basin as a dishwashing basin to wash them on the sink.
The house is very compact, and the bathroom is no exception. The sink is right by the door, so if I want to get something in, I have to squeeze past my mom from behind, otherwise I have to put it on the floor by the door. The first time, I took two bowls, and after my mom finished washing them, I squeezed out and put them in the cabinet in the living room. The second time, I only took one bowl, and it took me twice as long to squeeze past my mom from behind. The third time, when I squeezed past my mom with three pairs of chopsticks, I told her I wasn't going in anymore, and that I would just take them back after she finished washing. So I waited for her to finish washing.
The fourth time, I took a plate and squeezed in, still right behind my mom. My mom said, "I said, aren't you tired of going back and forth like this?"
"Hehe, not tired, it's cleaner this way. You can wash slowly." I said, but my lower body involuntarily thrust forward. My mom didn't dodge, but looked up at me in the mirror, as if she wanted to say something.
"Hey, Mom, why did you change your pants today?" I quickly changed the subject. But as soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I'd made a fool of myself. How did I even bring this up ?
"Don't you like these pants?" Mom asked, washing the dishes, her eyes glued to me through the mirror.
"No, no, that's not what I meant. These look pretty good too." I was a little embarrassed and quickly looked away.
"Oh? How about the ones from yesterday?" Mom asked, her voice noticeably lowered.
"Yesterday's... I felt they were better yesterday." Mom had clearly been afraid Dad would hear something, so I looked up to meet her gaze. I noticed Mom was even more attractive after drinking; her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were exceptionally bright.
"How about I change back into those pants tomorrow?" Mom stopped what she was doing and looked at me.
"Okay, I agree. It's better if you don't wear that trench coat." I moved even closer to Mom.
"What will you look like without long clothes? Like a light..." Mom was probably a little tipsy; she stopped mid-sentence, realizing her mistake. I nudged her with my bottom and said, "Can't you see you're done washing? Take it back."
I squeezed out reluctantly. This time, I took another plate, and Mom didn't complain about me taking too little.
"Sigh, I already told you, you need to hurry up and find a boyfriend."
"Stop, Mom, it's the New Year, let's change the subject." I glanced at the living room and then hugged Mom from behind. Almost simultaneously, Mom also looked at the living room through the mirror.
"What kind of topic? Are we going to spend the whole night talking about pants?" Mom still said softly.
"You know, Mom, you look great in both of these pairs of pants, mainly because you have a good figure." I said, stroking Mom's belly.
"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Don't you want to talk about anything serious?" Mom rinsed the plate one last time.
"Okay, Mom, you're done washing. I saw it this time, I'll take it back." I took the plate, then touched my mom's bottom, and whispered in her ear, "You don't need to bend over, I can see it too." My mom tried to twist her arm, but missed, and I had already jumped out of the bathroom.
On the sixth trip, I noticed the living room was clean, except for the last plate—a plate of vegetables, very clean. I gave it to my mom, who rinsed it and waited for me to take it, but I didn't take it. This time, my mom bent down and nudged me. Reluctantly, I took it, but I still wouldn't leave. My mom looked at the living room through the mirror again.
"It's okay, Mom, you can't see from here."
"Huh? What did you say? You can't see what?" My mom was embarrassed when I exposed her.
"My dad snores when he drinks?" "
He kept me awake half the night last night."
"Will you sleep here tonight? "
My mom didn't answer for a while, then looked back at me before saying, "Tonight is New Year's Eve, we have to get up early tomorrow, don't overthink it, go to sleep early." Then she squeezed past me and went out.
Sigh, Mom, I'll be sleepless tonight too. On the morning

of New Year's Day

, I really got up very early, knocked on my parents' door, and sat in the hotel for a while, which was my New Year's greeting. Then I went to my dorm and cooked some dumplings that I had frozen last night. Mom was indeed wearing those leggings again today, but my request wasn't fulfilled; she was still wearing that long trench coat. We're going back to our hometown tomorrow at noon. After breakfast, I took them to see some nearby attractions.
In the evening, I put the leftover food in a hot pot—just enough for a simple meal. Of course, alcohol was essential; I went to the convenience store myself and bought some high-proof liquor. I poured my mom a glass. This liquor was indeed strong; one glass was equivalent to one and a half glasses. After half a glass, I was already a little tipsy.
Why did I buy high-proof liquor? Because I wanted my dad to drink more. Although my dad's drinking and my mom's interaction weren't directly related, I just wanted my dad to drink more. My dad kept saying the liquor was good, and my mom was starting to take charge, becoming more talkative.
After one glass, I was really tipsy. My mom drank more than half a glass, and my dad's second glass was almost empty. My dad asked me to pour him another glass, but my mom refused, saying she'd drink it at home; what was the point of drinking here? My dad insisted that we should drink more precisely because we're in a big city. Sigh, what does being in a big city have to do with drinking more? Looks like my dad's getting involved. I poured him another half glass, and he downed the rest in one gulp, then asked me to pour him another.
"What's so great about this wine? I've only had about half a glass and I'm already dizzy. It would be so much better to just chat over drinks, but you have to drink until you're completely drunk," my mom started nagging again, seeing she couldn't stop him.
"Look at you, it's the New Year, are you acting like you always do? It's normal for the two of us to have a little drink," my dad said with a smile. My dad is honest and kind, and he rarely argues with my mom.
"The problem is, you drink just as much as you usually do, don't you know your limits?"
"I don't usually get to drink with my son, it's only once or twice a year, isn't it?"
"Alright, Mom, you finish the rest, Dad and I will finish this, it's fine, not much," I said, seizing the opportunity.
"Oh, right, did you see what our son said? We're in the same trench this time." My dad said proudly.
"Yes, Dad, I wish I could be in the same trench as you." I looked at my mom and smiled mischievously.
"Hmm, finally we're in the same trench..." My mom suddenly remembered something. "What are you talking about? You even brought up trenches." My mom's face was flushed.
"Come on, son, this one's bigger." My dad picked up his wine glass. "
Okay, Dad, let's fight together. Come on, Mom, you pick up yours too."
"You'll start snoring again if you drink too much." My mom still picked up her glass. "It's hard to fall asleep when you move around, how have I slept well these past two nights?" My mom said slightly.
"Hey, it's okay, it's the last night. If you really can't sleep, you can make do here for the night. It's the floor, it's not cold, and we have blankets and quilts. I can sleep comfortably on the floor." I quickly added.
"Sigh, right. You can just stay here tonight. I won't bother you. Besides, if you don't sleep well, it's not my fault, it's yours. Come on, drink up!" My dad's assist was brilliant. Perhaps, my dad thought my assist was brilliant too.
"So, I'm really going to sleep here tonight?" "
Alright, this place isn't as spacious as a hotel. You sleep here, I'll sleep in the hotel. The bed there is too small, I'll be much more comfortable by myself."
My mom didn't say anything more, glanced at me, took a big gulp, and even choked a bit.
My dad finally finished drinking, and I took him back to the hotel next door. Actually, I was also quite drunk, and I was a little unsteady on my feet. When I came back, I heard my mom taking a shower in the bathroom. I sat on the sofa, my mind wandering. With my beautiful mother in front of me, after these two days of interaction, I really had other thoughts. But, after all, she's my mother. Even if I had other thoughts, given her personality, she definitely wouldn't agree. It's the New Year, and I can't afford to ruin our relationship if I'm not careful.
I frantically pressed the remote control, and my mom came out. My god, my mom has such a great figure! She was wearing a red thermal undershirt, and her buttocks were so taut, it made me want to slap her. Her thighs, her belly, so round and full. A stunner, a stunner indeed! How can I describe it? I can't. Pictures speak louder than words; see for yourself at the end. I'm so drooling!
My mom stood outside the bathroom, head tilted, drying her hair with a towel, looking at my stunned expression, and said, "Have you settled your dad in? It's cold back home, and it's not convenient to shower there, so I took a shower here."
"He's settled in, please shower, please shower." I stammered, looking my mom up and down. How come I never noticed how good her figure was before?
"Are you drunk? Or confused?" I was already finished showering. My mom smiled and said to me.
"Oh, right, right. I'm done." My eyes never left my mom's body.
“Okay, you should sleep in your bed. Stop fussing. I’ll get the blanket from your closet, and I’ll sleep on a makeshift bed on the floor in the living room.” My mom said, then went into my bedroom. Only then did I realize what was happening and quickly followed her in.
“No, Mom, you sleep in the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor.” I said as I entered the bedroom. My mom was already looking for a blanket.
“You’re young, you can’t let your back get cold. You sleep in the bed.” My mom turned back to me and said.
“No, precisely because I’m young, it’s fine. I’ll sleep on the floor.” I grabbed the blanket from my mom.
“Just listen to me, that’s right. Your mom isn’t that delicate. Besides, don’t move your pillow and stuff around.” My mom pulled the blanket over again.
“Don’t argue, the bed isn’t small, let’s sleep together.” I looked at my mom and said.
“What’s the difference between that and sleeping in a hotel?”
“My dad’s snoring will disturb your sleep.”
“You share a bed with me, you don’t snore, but you… who knows if you snore or not?” My mom’s face turned even redder.
"I can help you sleep better."
"Alright, that's fine, I'll just go outside and sleep on the floor."
"Mom, no, Mom." I stopped pulling the blanket up and instead hugged her.
"Hugging again? Don't think I don't know what happened on the bus just because I was drunk."
"Mom, saying that proves you were drunk."
"Ouch, don't!
You stepped on the blanket." "Put the blanket on the bed." I snatched the blanket away and threw it on the bed. Then I hugged my mom.
"Be good, okay, be good, I won't sleep on the floor anymore, be good."
"Okay, I'll carry you to bed."
"Ouch, you... this won't do. Move your hand away."
"So big, so tight, Mom." My mom pulled my hand away from her butt, but I immediately touched it again.
"This won't do, don't touch it, you'll feel uncomfortable later. Be good."
"Mom, let me touch it, you're making me so horny."
"Why is the light off? This won't do."
"It's stuck to the wall switch, it's okay, Mom, I won't turn it on."
"Don't put your hand inside, just touch it from the outside." In the darkness, my mom whispered her refusal. And I had already put my hand inside my mom's thermal pants.
"No, don't take it off, don't take it off." My mom was pulling up my pants because I was taking off my own.
"It's okay, I'll just hold you like this for a while. Look, I really can't take it anymore." I took my mom's hand and placed it on my hard penis.
"Really, don't do this, this won't do." My mom immediately moved her hand away.
"Like this, Mom, I'll release soon." I inserted my penis between her legs, put both hands inside my mom's pants, and started simulating thrusting while holding her buttocks.
"You've had too much to drink, this won't do, take it out quickly. No."
"I'll come in a bit, ouch, it hurts ."
"No, don't take mine off, ouch."
"It's okay, Mom, it won't go in like this." We stood facing each other, my mom's thermal pants had been pulled down below her buttocks, and my hard penis was inserted between my mom's legs, without any barrier, just like that, being sandwiched between my mom's flesh. The pubic hair of the two of them was mixed together, and my penis could clearly feel the heat from my mom's peach blossom cave.
“It’s not about whether it goes in or not, it’s about how you… how you’re doing it, is it right?”
“Mom, please, I haven’t felt this for two years, please, I’ll come in a bit, don’t squeeze so tightly, it hurts.”
In the darkness, my mom didn’t say anything more, perhaps influenced by my emotions, her legs really didn’t squeeze so tightly anymore. I’m 25, back in my hometown, many people my age already have children, maybe my mom can understand me. Or maybe, because of the alcohol, my mom also felt it. Because I could clearly feel her breathing rhythm getting faster and faster, my penis getting wetter and wetter.
I just stood there holding my mom, doing the most primal and passionate human action. Although I couldn’t see my mom’s expression, I thought her face must be even redder now, her eyes must be slightly closed.
“Mom, when I ejaculate… I want to go in a little bit.”
“Absolutely not.” I got slapped on the back.
“I don’t mean inserting it.”
“Then why do you say ‘put it in’?”
“I mean I want to put some semen in.”
“How can I put it in if I don’t put it in?”
“Wait a minute, spread your legs a little wider, I’ll shoot through the opening. It hurts a lot like this.”
“Are you almost there?”
“Yeah, almost there. Yes, spread them a little wider, I’ll try.”
My mom was now in a half-squatting stance, her legs slightly bent, trying to spread them apart. But unfortunately, her thermal underwear was too tight, severely limiting the angle at which her legs could open. I tried, but it still didn’t work, so I pulled down my mom’s pants. My mom said no, but she cooperated by lifting her leg, making it easier for me to pull down one pant leg. I hugged my mom again, the feeling of flesh against flesh was so comfortable. I half-squatted, adjusted the angle, and felt that slippery area, that’s it. Without further ado, I thrust upwards with all my might, and then grabbed my mom’s buttocks with my other hand. Damn, my glans and my mom’s peach blossom cave perfectly missed each other. My mom shivered at my sudden stimulation. My glans was already completely wet.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't go in?" My mom pushed me away.
"Mom, this is my home. I want to go home." I hugged her again.
"Just like before, be good, be good. Come out quickly." My mom's voice was full of tenderness as she hugged me tightly and then clamped my penis between her legs.
"It feels much better than before, it's completely wet." In the darkness, I groped for my mom's buttocks and breasts, and my mom didn't stop me anymore.
"Stop talking, come out quickly, be gentle."
"Spread your legs a little more, I need to wipe there."
"Will this work? If you move slower, you can wipe it."
My mom was right, I slowed down, and my glans slowly pushed open my mom's labia majora, then rubbed against the entrance and went through. Now it was like my mom was riding on my penis. With each thrust, my mother trembled. After I passed through, she would quickly squeeze her legs together, then relax, waiting for my next horizontal thrust.
After a few times, my mother got tired, and her standing posture changed. So I suggested continuing on the bed. My mother didn't object and I picked her up and placed her on the bed. Still with her legs together, I thrust into her.
"Mom, I'm about to cum. Spread them apart a little."
In the darkness, my mother slightly parted her legs. I reached down and felt for a spot. My mother immediately grabbed my hand, not letting me touch her. Finding the right spot, I began to slowly thrust. This time, it wasn't a horizontal thrust, but rather I pushed open her labia majora, directly reaching her entrance. Several times, I could even feel the head of my penis already inside. If my mother hadn't kept her legs together, and if she hadn't tensed up every time I thrust down, I might have actually gone in.
"Ah... how come... it's not working." Not long after, my mother exclaimed. This time, I really went in. I had already found the opening, and I was already more than halfway in. My mother struggled for a moment, but this struggle only made her legs spread wider. I took the opportunity to push harder, pressing tightly against her. With another "Ah" from my mother, I was truly one with her.
"You...ah...no, pull out. No...no, don't go in anymore...ah..." I didn't know what my mother was saying because I was already immersed in the wet, slippery sensation, lost in the pleasure of thrusting.
"Mom, I'm about to cum, I'm finally home."
"You...umm...no, come out quickly...umm, cum."
"Mom, I can't hold back anymore, I want to cum at home."
"Ah. God, ah...be gentle...ah...I'm your mother...ah..."
"Mom, this place is yours, and it's mine too."
"If you...if you're going to be quick, you...ah, just be a little gentler...ah...what is it?"
"It's my mother, ah, mother...and my hometown. I want to cum."
“You’re too fast, ah… I’m about to fall apart… hurry up and cum.”
“Cum, Mom…”
“Cum inside, oh my god… I’ve never tried this before, oh my god… it’s too fast, oh my god, ah…” My mom shouted as she clamped her legs around my waist.
“I’m really going to cum, Mom, you’re so tight. Ah… I’m going to cum, Mom.”
“Ah, oh my god… oh my god… you… ah… you really cummed inside.”
Yes, I cummed completely inside my mom. Before this Spring Festival, I had no other thoughts about my mom, but now, I was on top of her, and she was clamping me.
“Find a girlfriend after the New Year. Just this once. We both drank too much today.” My mom gently stroked my back and whispered in my ear.
“Okay, I’ll tell you as soon as I find someone suitable.”
“Hmm, this was a mistake. After tonight, let’s pretend nothing happened.”
“Mom, you’re so good, so comfortable.”
“No matter how good Mom is, she’s still your mom. Waaah… you… waaah…” Before my mom could finish speaking, I had already kissed her lips.
"It's still early tonight..."
"Why...again...um...didn't you already ejaculate...umm..."
"It's the first time on the first day of the Lunar New Year, um...Mom, shouldn't I enjoy it?"
"Um, this time slower...um...yes, slower, don't go so fast..."
"How long has it been since you and Dad did it?"
"Um...why are you asking this? A month or two, I guess?"
"Did you squeeze me just now?"
"Did I? I don't know...um...ask your hometown..."
*slap slap slap*
"Um, umm..."

On the second day of the Lunar New Year,

our family boarded the train back to our hometown. Dad kept asking Mom if she slept well last night. Mom smiled knowingly and said she didn't hear any snoring. Our whole family laughed. Perhaps I should seriously consider my dad's suggestion to go back to our hometown for work.
Home, isn't it?

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