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Oedipus love poems 

When I was born, my father had already abandoned my mother and never had an affair with another man until
our love began. My mother never dated anyone while raising me. Now, when I ask her
why she didn't date or meet people, she says she devoted all her time to me. Dating or other things
would have distracted her and prevented her from focusing on raising me.

I don't have a father, so of course I can't lose my mother. She believed parents should spend more time with
their children, and she truly did. She sacrificed countless personal joys for me.
I was too young then to understand gratitude. But because of her sacrifices, I love her more than anyone else in the world,
even than my own children. Love begins in childhood. A person only lives once; the meaning and value of life lies not
in its length, but in the journey itself—whether it transcends life to a higher level or realm. Death
is not frightening; what is frightening is a shameful, miserable existence, even one that leaves a lasting stain.

Our love was a kind of dedication; she dedicated herself to me, and then I dedicated myself to her. Our relationship became
very close. We can never be separated again. Our hearts will always be together. I fell in love with my mother and
accepted her as my wife. We had a child. I am now twenty-nine years old, and have only ever had sex with one woman
, and until my death, I will love only her, my mother, Mika.

I have loved my mother since I can remember. She always struck me as radiant and outstanding. My
mother 's hair was beautiful, shimmering with a reddish hue. It was slightly wavy. She always wore her hair in a ponytail
or let it flow naturally. It needed no other adornment, and she could easily switch between the two styles.
It perfectly embodied my mother's nobility and femininity, while also adding a touch of mystery to this woman with a complicated past
, allowing her to radiate a quiet glow. She was five feet seven inches tall. She always maintained a youthful appearance, even after
having a child. Her breasts were a perfect 36C, and now at thirty-six, she looked like a twenty-year-old
beauty. Her face was still wrinkle-free, and she had no gray hair. Her skin was smooth, as
soft as milk, a memory that has remained vivid in my mind. She was the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world. Her attire always
resembled that of a medieval princess, with alluring Roman-style sheer tulle skirts that were a sight to behold. My mother
was also a stunningly beautiful hot mom, with a curvaceous figure, exuding a seductive charm and
a captivating mature allure—more beautiful than any glamorous star. Although she was my mother, I had always harbored sexual fantasies about her, which
would inevitably excite me.

As I grew older, it felt unfair to let my mother bear all the burdens and take care of me, who was not very obedient.
It was too much for a sexy and beautiful woman like my mother. Especially as I began to understand
matters between men and women, I cherished my mother even more. How many lonely nights had she spent alone over the past ten years
? Realizing this, although I wasn't entirely sure, I decided to make my move. Everything
began so naturally and slowly. When I was seven, I told her that I wanted to marry her and take care of her for the rest of my life. Although it was just childish
talk, I have always kept it in my heart. After some time, while children my age were already dating,
I was still at home with my mother. I started spending more time at home with her, comforting
her when she felt neglected, and we talked about everything.

From our conversations, I learned about my mother's life experiences when she was young, all her interests, hobbies, and
dreams. My mother was no longer aloof as before, but now she was so close to me, like an
interesting friend, deeply attracting me. I found that I could talk to her about anything, even things I
would never dare to say to anyone else.

And now, my mother has become my closest friend, a relationship that I feel both confused and fulfilled about. We
watch TV together, play cards, and occasionally go out for meals or to concerts. I often help my mother with housework, cooking, or
cleaning up the dishes, and even do her laundry. However, facing my mature and sexy mother every day, I cherish our
current close friendship. Taking advantage of her inattention, I quickly kissed her cheek and said, "
Mom! You're beautiful."

Mom smiled and naturally leaned back, resting her head on my shoulder or holding her warm, delicate hand. Then,
shyly, she buried her face in my chest, her bashful expression both endearing and pitiful.

Including those days when I secretly loved her, Mom, upon hearing this, felt like my bride. I lifted her head
and kissed her lips. This kiss lasted almost 15 minutes before Mom reluctantly pulled away,
reigniting our desire. Her love for me is undeniable.

I joined the school's video production group so I could film everything about Mom anytime, and besides asking her
to be a model, I could give her a new life unlike any other! To greatly enhance our lives
, on the way home, I bought her some desserts and lavender.

I know my mother loves having me with her… And so, over time, my mother and I became very close.
She would even hug me and whisper that my presence was like the sunshine illuminating her life. I
became the sole focus of my mother's life! Indeed, only my mother's pure and tender affection is the most precious
feeling, the first love, in my heart. I am truly grateful to God for giving me such a mother, a lover worthy of my mother's
lifelong . Gradually, my mother began to care about her appearance again. She started using
cosmetics again, and grew her hair into curls. Flowing and sexy, she became more attentive to her clothing.

Seeing that the time was right, I secretly put my hand behind my mother's back and on her shoulder. When I told her that I wanted her to be my
model , she smiled knowingly. As time went by, these kisses gradually became
gentler and sweeter. So whenever it was just the two of us at home, I would quickly get
affectionate . Whether she was cooking or mopping the floor, we could get affectionate. I would take this opportunity to kiss her
lips. At first, Mom resisted with her lips tightly closed, but I kept trying to pry them open with my tongue. As her
saliva gradually flowed out, her lips relaxed, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. Mom let
my tongue swirl around in her mouth, even involuntarily sucking on my tongue. I took this opportunity
to hug kiss Mom passionately, and she stretched out her arms for me to embrace her. After kissing me for a long time, Mom said, "Wow!
What kind of outfit do you like Mom to wear?" I kissed her and said, "Everyday style and wearing some sexy clothes is fine!"

On Sundays, my day off, I accompany my mother shopping. In the stores, I encourage her to buy new clothes and trendy
cosmetics. I know what she likes and often tell her to buy what she likes and not to be stingy. I carry
all the bags for her, and my mother, like a little girl, gets so excited about buying what she likes that she
unconsciously takes my arm.

We went to Lane Crawford to buy her a fitted open-front coat and a light brown see-through pencil skirt. She showed off her long, beautiful legs by buying a swimsuit and
a cream-colored chiffon dress. I love it when my mother wears a gorgeous pinkish-purple cheongsam. Sometimes we go out for photos together, and I
sculpt my mother like a Greek goddess of sensuality.

When crossing the street, I gently hold my mother's hand and pull her to avoid oncoming cars. Later, I went
a step further putting my arm around her slender waist, saying "Be careful, be careful," and stealing glances at her. Her face was a little
red, but she didn't refuse. My mother also indulges me, accompanying me to try on wedding dresses or agreeing to my reasonable requests. What

I enjoy most is teasing my mother, a little flirtatious but never excessive.

I would tell the waiter, "Please get my girlfriend a glass of juice," and watch my mother's face turn red,
looking embarrassed and unable to deny it to my face—it was so adorable.

After the waiter walked away, my mother suddenly reached out and pinched me hard, scolding me for daring to joke about
her , but her eyes were full of laughter. Though I felt the pain, my heart was at peace.

I watched the distance between my mother and me shrink little by little, but I knew I couldn't rush it; I had to
take it slowly. My mother is a very proud woman; she wouldn't immediately let go of everything and reveal her vulnerable side to
me.

In the photos, my mother looks like a celestial being descended to earth, radiant. We keep our photos on my wallet to look at, and my mother even wrote
a short note on the back of the photo herself. I wrote a poem especially for my mother

: Your hands quietly ignite this love, the sound of your voice accompanies my dreams every night. I give you my true heart, the beauty is endless. I think of you
every day, in this life and the next, I'd rather cast aside fame and fortune and fly freely with you. I'm grateful to fate for letting me meet you

. I can't hide this love; it's my deep affection, as deep as the sea, inseparable for life, unchangeable, and impossible to let your
love fill my heart again. Let all my love be given to you, all my love to my dearest—unchanging even until the end of time .

Tempting my mother is quite simple, but there are several key points to overcome, the most important
being the taboo of the mother-son relationship. I had no classes in the afternoon, so I took some money to a department store and picked out a magnificent
wedding dress, intending to give it to my mother. This gift absolutely had to be given at the right time.

One summer day, the sky was overcast, though it was very cool. When I went to the casino, I gave everyone
$ in table chips and placed the date of our kiss on the roulette wheel—7 + 13 = 20. The $800 won nearly a million Hong Kong dollars.
I put the money in the bank. I wanted my mother to feel my strength, my existence—not just as her son, but as
her only man.

After kissing my mother when I got home, her eyes were full of love. I hugged her and praised her, saying she
looked like a fairy in her lace open-chest phoenix dress. She gently stroked my head, and I happily leaned in. My mother warmly embraced me,
pressing me against her chest. My nose was pressed firmly against her cleavage, and she exuded a captivating
fragrance . My face remained pressed tightly against her soft breasts for a long time. Then I boldly said, "Mom,
Mom! Actually, I've always wanted you to be my bride since I was little. I want to take good care of you and prevent anyone from bullying you, both before and after
. Be my beloved wife, my bride. Okay?"

"Sure! You can marry Mom for life, but you have to keep your word!" my mother
replied with a shy kiss.

"No problem, but... there's a condition?" Seeing my own seductive plan, I kissed her further.
"What condition?" Mom smiled, kissing me and sending her tongue into my mouth. "Mom, you're beautiful and mature.
The condition is... make a sweet vow to me, be my lover... When I help you dress up, and I think you look like a college student in
your early twenties , like my younger sister, when we go out, I guarantee people will think we're a
couple. You're not like those celebrities who rely on makeup; without makeup, no one is half as beautiful as you!
With just a little makeup, I guarantee no one will be able to tell we're mother and son. Mom, you'll be your son's beloved wife
... Mom, I've made up my mind. Mom will be my woman, truly my lover, my wife.
Now, in my heart, Mom is the most important lover in my life..." I continued to tease
her with my words. Mom looked up at me with even more alluring charm.

I reached out and hugged my mother's waist, kissing her gently. "Mom, you've always taken care of me. I...
I love you the most... Mom, I... I've thought of a way... I was born to meet you
, because I can only choose my own future. As long as I'm good to you, I will love you for a lifetime."

My mother remained silent for a while, then looked at me shyly and tenderly, saying, "Really?
If that's really the case, then Mom will consider you my lover." My mother finally smiled happily.

"Then please be my lover, Mom! You are the only person in my life for whom I will never regret giving my heart.
Have all my efforts failed to move you? Is my love for you destined to remain buried in my heart?" Looking up at my mother, this
beautiful , sexy, noble, and mature woman, I saw her face flushed,
her eyes filled with seductive allure as she looked at my reaction.

"As long as you're happy, Mom will do whatever you want. But, let's make a deal first: before I agree, you are not allowed
to do anything inappropriate to me, understand?" My mother couldn't help but laugh.

"I'll do whatever Mom says. I want to tell you, if I could have you, I would ask for nothing more!"

Then, as I kissed Mom on the lips, she gazed at me quietly and said softly, "God, Mom wants
to thank you for your patience, and thank you for giving me such a beautiful night." We poured out our
hearts to each other like that. And I was so happy; Mom was starting to change. A small vow had become a beautiful
union.

I held Mom on the terrace for a while, where we could see the entire town at night,
whispering sweet nothings to each other under the starry night. Mom couldn't hide her desire; the tenderness in her heart
was boundless.

"Then, let's share a kiss of love in front of the cross in the park across from the terrace!"

"Here… what if someone sees us…?" Mom couldn't resist me and slowly closed her eyes…

"Why are you backing out on my first request? There's only the priest here, and besides, who knows we're mother and daughter?"
"Son? Even if someone sees us, we'll tell them openly that we're a loving couple."

"I can't do anything with you, I'll do whatever you say." These words broke down the barriers between mother and son!

Our understanding had reached such a level that no more words were needed. I lifted my mother's chin and
kissed her moist, luscious lips.

Looking at my mother's slightly parted, pinkish-purple lips, I trembled with nervousness after giving my consent… I slowly
leaned closer to my mother's face. The rich scent of her perfume wafted over me, instantly mesmerizing me

… Her eyes were half-open, revealing a longing expression. I reached out and stroked her cheek; she didn't
resist. I then pressed my lips to her sexy, alluring mouth,
our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

My lips immediately pressed against her purple cherry lips. She was initially surprised, but then quietly and obediently
let me insert my tongue into her mouth… The unique warmth and fragrance of a woman quickly filled my nostrils. I quietly half-
opened my eyes; my mother was immersed in the moment of our tongues intertwining, while I felt an indescribable emotion. My mother's whole body heated
up, her face flushed, and she breathed softly, urging me to stop, but her body didn't seem to agree. Taking
advantage of my mother's momentary daze, my right hand slipped inside her thin panties, caressing her
genitals ...

Knowing that she wouldn't easily let go no matter what I said, she could only let me grope her genitals. At this moment,
my mother 's panties were already a mess from her passion, even her inner thighs were soaking wet. I never imagined
that my once dignified and virtuous mother possessed such deep and intense desires...

I mustered my courage and sucked my mother's tongue into my mouth, sucking, licking, entwining, and swallowing it forcefully...

My mother seemed to feel an unprecedented pleasure; she struggled for a moment, then
obediently sucked my tongue back. Her body convulsed, and the source of this pleasure might not have been my tongue,
but the violation of her own son!

The feeling of kissing was so wonderful, so exciting, enough to make me ejaculate… Mom pressed her thighs
tightly my penis, rubbing it up and down through my pants. In less than a minute
, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated in my pants… I ejaculated… in my pants…

Mom looked at me with a half-smile and told me that young people are all like that. She reached into her pockets, found
nothing to wipe my genitals with, and then, on a whim, bent down. Unexpectedly, she casually pulled off
her briefs and pulled down my pants to wipe away the semen. When my mother's little hand touched my penis, my previously
softened penis suddenly became aroused again. I quickly said to my mother, "Mom, I'm sorry... I
..." Seeing my ecstatic expression, my mother looked at me affectionately and said in a very gentle voice, "I
love you, nothing is more important than you. From now on, you must love me and prove everything with your actions!"

My mother also knew the pain of my unreleased lust, but she didn't think for long. She
gently pulled down my underwear with her teeth and took out my penis. She gently opened her mouth and put my penis into her
cherry-like mouth...

She still let out sweet moans and licked my penis. When it was deeply swallowed into her throat, she began to
shake and rub it tightly with her lips.

My penis was being licked and bitten by my mother in her small mouth. Perhaps my mother had never
experienced sucking a man's penis before, but she still tried her best to use all her lustful energy to suck and lick my penis. With her naturally
small mouth, she kept sucking and rubbing back and forth around the glans, making it thicker and harder. My mother, a beautiful woman from
a noble family, had been the epitome of my dream girl since I was a child. I had long
imagined her in my erotic dreams as a beautiful, wanton, and charming woman. Now, my dream had come true. My mother was sucking my penis,
and I couldn't help but stroke her beautiful long hair, pressing her head down to enjoy this French-style sex.

I lay there enjoying my beautiful mother's oral sex service. My penis trembled and throbbed. My mother
opened her fragrant lips and sucked on my glans, sucking it vigorously. I couldn't help but exclaim in pleasure, "Mom, I want to ejaculate
!" My glans released, and a gush of semen spurted out, all of it shooting into her mouth. She swallowed every drop
, her little mouth continuing to lick my gushing penis, making me feel even better.

After my mother licked my penis clean, she opened her two wet, sticky, beautiful red lips and inhaled, replenishing
the oxygen she had lost.

I carried my mother back to the living room. She walked straight to me, poured a small glass of water, took a sip, and
beckoned me closer with a seductive look. Then, she pulled my head close and sealed my lips with her bright red mouth, our mouths
forming a "吕" shape. A sweet, fragrant aroma, a mixture of her saliva and her unique scent, filled the air. She
slipped her tongue into my mouth, and I, of course, didn't hesitate to gently bite her soft
, sweet tongue. We kissed until we were both almost breathless before finally separating. My mother stood up, lightly kissed my lips, then
turned and lay down beside me, saying, "Oh God, Mom wasn't ready, so... take it slow." I dimmed the lights,
and in the dim light, I wrapped my right arm around her and gently said, "I love you." Using my
lap as a pillow, my mother looked at me with burning eyes. She reached out and pulled my head down,
kissing my luscious, red lips. My mother's tongue came out, and I returned it, our lips and tongues
locked in a passionate kiss. In this intoxicating atmosphere, we kissed passionately. My mother's tongue darted into
my mouth, stirring and then drawing my tongue into hers. Her hands and legs were tightly wrapped
around me.

"Mom, give me oral sex again," I whispered tenderly in her ear. I made my request. She
simply . I watched as my mother knelt before me, using her hand to guide my penis into her mouth and sucking on it. She
gently bit the glans with her teeth and licked my anus with the tip of her tongue, continuing to kiss and lick my penis with her tongue, then down to my scrotum and
finally into my testicles.

After a while, I secretly opened my eyes and saw that my mother had closed them, looking completely absorbed. She then rubbed
her cheek against my penis, and finally, I saw her slowly extend her tongue to lick the glans, then open her mouth to take
my entire penis into her mouth. My mother's mouth was like a suction cup, sucking up and down.

"Suck... suck..." came the continuous sucking sounds from my mother's mouth. A little while later she took
my testicles into her mouth again , sucking in and out from left and right. After a few minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer, and while my mother was sucking my penis...
At that moment, a stream of semen shot into her mouth. With a gulp, Mom swallowed it, then
licked the area around my penis clean. Her slender hands grasped my penis, kneading it. She took it into her
mouth, moving it up and down, stirring it with her tongue. Mom made annoying sounds as she sucked.

"Oh...Mom, I'm almost there!" Mom then went further, rubbing my testicles as if they were
her toys. Watching my mother kneeling before me, my penis constantly moving in and out of her mouth, Mom occasionally glancing at me
, watching my reaction, my blood rushed not only to my genitals but also to my brain, reaching the peak
of excitement .

I ejaculated in Mom's mouth. Mom continued sucking my penis, gulping down all the semen. Mom
stood up and led me to the bed. We lay down side by side, and I stroked my goddess with my hand, lowering my head to say
affectionately ,

"Mom, I love you. I've loved you deeply since I was little."

"Oh my god, Mom loves you too. From the day you were born, you've been my precious darling. You're
a piece of my flesh. Watching you grow up day by day, living happily, has been my greatest
joy these past few years." Mom said, her hand still gently stroking my penis.

"Mom, I've told you, I love you. I know fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens. If you truly love someone,
then this kind of thing is inevitable."

A blush crept onto Mom's face. She said shyly, "Heavens, what we're doing now, isn't that
what lovers do..." Then, Mom kissed me passionately, a feeling
completely . I fully felt her love and desire. Mom extended her soft tongue,
gently hooking it around mine, and then our tongues intertwined. At the same time, Mom sucked hard, her tongue
swirling forcefully in my mouth, almost drawing my heart out.

Mom's breath was sweet and passionate, the warm air from her nose evenly spraying onto my face, tickling and
so comfortable. Her saliva had a hint of lemon juice, an alluring scent. I found myself loving
this deep French kiss. I loved the exchange of lips, loved the feeling of our tongues intertwined.
My lips finally left hers. She didn't say anything, only gazing at me with hazy eyes,
as if telling me her needs at that moment. Her eyes shone with boundless love.
Though out of a woman's modesty and to maintain a mother's dignity, she had to restrain herself, not daring to appear too
wanton. However, her body language spoke volumes; she was practically begging for sex.

When I carried her into the room… I kissed her soft, pale blue lips, slipping my tongue
into her mouth. She seemed to sense my overflowing love and returned my tongue, our tongues intertwining and
sucking. The atmosphere in the room was sweet as we embraced tightly. I couldn't hold back
any longer She spoke first: "God, I'm yours now. Can you promise me
one thing?"

"What is it?"

"If you marry me, will you make me happy often?" I smiled.

"Mom, don't worry. With you, you're the love of my life. With you, I can't possibly look at any other
woman. I want to marry you, I want to make you happy for the rest of your life!" Mom smiled.

By this time, my mother and I were completely naked. I couldn't wait to part her legs
and penetrate her . My mother gently embraced me and whispered in my ear, "Don't rush, tonight... there's still plenty of time..."
she said shyly. Then, she pressed herself against my strong chest and gently kissed her son's cheek.

After several intimate touches, my mother seemed to feel pleasure, unconsciously pushing her snow-white body towards me. I
licked away the beads of sweat on my mother's skin, tasting the slightly salty flavor, which made my mother let out a joyful moan
that was almost cry. Then, I began to caress her long, beautiful legs.

My mother's thighs were as smooth as silk, and very soft and delicate, with a wonderful feel. Following
the curves of her beautiful legs, I touched my mother's most private parts, which were open to me.

I couldn't believe it. My mother, at this moment, was like a blooming lily, waiting for me to pluck her. I
found the opening of my mother's vagina and gently rubbed it, causing a continuous flow of honey-like fluid to seep out.

I stood up and quickly slid down from my mother's body to her crotch, burying my face inside. Now, the vagina I
had exuded an intoxicating, mature fragrance.

"Mom, I've come to honor you." I took a deep breath and began to lick my mother's vagina with my tongue, the tip of my tongue
pushing the fabric of her panties into the crevice of her labia, admiring the beautiful contours of her vagina, and sucking the honey-like fluid that kept seeping out.

I reached down, and my mother instinctively reached up to cover the base of her thighs, trying to block her son's beast-like burning
gaze. I gently but firmly pulled my mother's hand away, gazing at that lush black forest, as if in a dream
, and whispered in admiration.

My mother straightened up, pressed against my chest, and gently kissed me. I rubbed my mother's vagina, while gently
biting my mother's full breasts, and slipped a finger into her moist vulva. Even in the most alluring erotic dreams, I
had never been able to pull down my mother's panties and caress her mons pubis like this.

Her vulva was already very wet. I moved my mouth to the base of her thighs, kissing her honeyed lips, then moving
upwards , teasingly nibbling at her pubic hair. My dear mother moaned with pleasure, immersed in waves of ecstasy.

After kissing for a while, my tongue parted her honeyed lips, inhaling the delicate feminine scent. I raised my head, admiring
the alluring scenery of my mother's private parts, noticing a small pink opening—that was where my mother urinated. Ignoring the strong
smell, I became completely captivated by every part of my mother, gently licking, then licking her entire inner wall, especially around her
vagina .

When my tongue moved to her most sensitive clitoris, my mother couldn't help but cry out. Then, I inserted a finger
into her vagina and began to thrust, while still continuously sucking and kissing her genitals.

My mother's genitals were overflowing with fluid, soaking my finger in the slippery honey.

Finally, with an uncontrollable, sharp scream, Mom arched her snow-white body, then began to convulse.
I seemed oblivious; a stream of hot urine sprayed into my mouth, and I drank it, intoxicated by
the pleasure .

After a while, Mom, panting, her firm breasts rubbing against my chest, whispered shyly,
"Son, I've never been so happy in my life."

I comforted the most important woman in my life, kissing her fragrant black hair and sparkling eyes, and
finally kissing her lips again. This time, Mom softened in my arms and returned my kiss,
our tongues intertwining.

"God, do you really love me?" Mom asked, her expression sensually alluring.

"Mom, you're the only one I love. Being with you has been my dream for so long."

Tears welled in her eyes as Mom gently embraced my neck, kissing my lips, and shyly reached down to
grasp my penis, slowly stroking it, guiding my penis to her inner thighs, rubbing it up and down against her moist
vagina.

"I only realized today how much you love me," Mom whispered.

As if silently agreeing, Mom spread her legs apart, placing my penis at
the entrance of her vagina. I gazed into the depths of her eyes as Mom pushed me inside her. My mother's breath was sweet and warm, the hot air from
her nose spraying evenly on my face. Her vaginal fluid had a hint of lemon juice, an alluring
scent. She extended her soft tongue, gently hooking it around mine, and then our
tongues intertwined. At the same time, she sucked hard, her tongue swirling vigorously in my mouth, almost drawing my
heart out.

For a boy my age, my penis was quite thick, and my mother's vagina, under my penetration, bloomed like
a flower petal, ready to open for her son's penis. My

mother arched her lower body, allowing my penis to reach its full depth. Despite having given birth to a child, my mother's
vagina was still very tight, the inner muscles gripping my penis like a pair of clamps.

I pulled out, then slid back in, then thrust wildly. My mother swayed her hips and waist with the same passionate
rhythm , matching my thrusts, and my penis was quickly soaked with her love juice.

Sensing my mother's feelings, I intensified my already aroused penis, thrusting it violently against her
tender flesh, pounding against her moist clitoris, squeezing out a sticky, buttery
pleasure within us.

"I can't take it anymore...it's all filled with semen...!"

I continued my piston-like movements, my penis thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina,
ejaculating large amounts of semen into her uterus. More and more semen shot into my mother's body, but only
a small amount was expelled with each thrust. The large amount of semen stretched her abdomen, making her already
round belly look like that of a woman three or four months pregnant.

"It's not over yet! It's coming out again! Accept it... Mom!"

"It can't go in anymore... It's going to leak out!!"

The mother, surprised by the amount of semen, began to look at her lower abdomen. As more and
more was injected, the uterus became more and more swollen. Such a huge amount of semen caused the already swollen
abdomen to continue to swell. Even though it exceeded the swelling of the abdomen before, there was still no sign of stopping or
slowing down .

My penis continued to ejaculate copious amounts of semen. She couldn't hold it in any longer; her urethra began
to twitch as if being squeezed, and suddenly urine shot into the air like a fountain.
The spray rose and fell with the pressure in her lower abdomen, then all of it landed on my stomach, splashing out again, some even hitting my
face . With each burst of urethral gushing, my mother trembled, shaking her head back and forth.

"Being ejaculated on like this… Mom… is going to be pregnant with your child… I'm pregnant!"

My penis continued to ejaculate, and the pleasure of the semen filling her uterus lingered. We were still moaning in a daze
, lost in the tender embrace of love and desire.

Looking at my mother, who had fainted, my mind was filled with her words. Then, holding her
close, my engorged penis remained inside her, twitching slightly with each step as we walked towards the bathroom.

Along the way, every step I took hit my mother's clitoris, causing her to moan involuntarily. She softly
groaned in my arms. The short distance to the bathroom, just a few dozen steps, left me
covered in her gushing love fluid, some of it dripping down her legs and onto the path.

In the bathroom, I dared not tease her too much. I rinsed myself and my mother with the showerhead.

Although it was supposed to be rinsing, one hand kept caressing and kneading my mother's breasts, while the other never
left her buttocks. I quickly dried our bodies and rushed back to the bedroom as if trying to save time.
As if to leave all the semen inside, I laid my mother's upper body on the bed, her buttocks raised high
on , so that her body was upside down.

When I pulled out my penis, not a single drop of semen came out. I maintained this almost upside-down
position, preparing for what I was about to do, and then quietly stayed by my mother's side.

My face was pressed tightly against those large breasts, my hands constantly kneading and pinching them, my entire face
buried deep inside.

I tried to swallow my mother's breasts as much as possible, but they were too big; I could only take in less than a quarter of them at most.
I had to give up and instead stuck out my tongue to flick the nipples, rolling the areolas, playing with the nipples in my mouth, admiring their
changes as they grew larger and harder.

"Mom... could you go change into the clothes that were prepared for you outside the bathroom...?"

"Okay..." Stimulated, my mother gradually woke up. Although she was deeply puzzled by her position,
she did not hesitate to ask for my request. As if she were my wife, she staggered towards the bathroom.

"Mom... are you not ready yet?" I waited for a long time, tentatively urging my mother. After a while, the door
creaked open, and my bride finally arrived.

"Because you bought it... it's a bit tight... is this okay?"

"Wow... Mom... it's much prettier than the wedding dress in the photos!"

This sheer, light blue snowflake-white wedding dress started from the upper part of her breasts and wrapped around her lower back,
revealing her fair and radiant back and alluring white shoulders. The slightly small cups made her full breasts look
taut, creating a deep cleavage. The fabric cinched her waist, and the skirt was slightly tight at the hips, with
the wide skirt covering her legs. A slit in the front of the skirt reached her knees,
allowing glimpses of her calves as she walked.

The perfect length, the perfect curve of her calves, and her crystal-clear skin all accentuated her allure.
Her beauty. The skirt clung to her high, firm buttocks, cascading down to the ground. The slightly elastic fabric
accentuated the full, rounded curves of her hips.

"This is… worn to become the bride of the heavens?"

"So… my bride is Mom! I love you!!"

"Heavens…" She was certain her son was staring at her in awe.

Feeling the burning gaze, she felt a tingling sensation starting from her knees. Her newly changed
panties were soaked again with her love juice. The itching in her lower body made her gently rub her legs together,
causing her hips to undulate gently like small waves. Her full breasts swayed slightly,
their undulating waves seeming as if they would leap out of her wedding dress and bounce right in front of you, trembling and
seemingly unattainable!

"I will work hard to support the family! To make Mom happy... So, forget the past..." The stunning
scene made me throw myself into my mother's arms, showering her with affection and expressing my promises and expectations. "Okay..."
I pushed my mother down onto the bed, possessing her in her wedding dress.

I lifted her skirt, pulled down her already soaked white lace panties, and touched her warm,
delicate skin. My fingertips slowly probed between her tightly closed legs, warm liquid seeping from the depths of her trembling, relaxing thighs
. I lifted my mother's buttocks high, her knees touching her ears, her whole body almost folded inwards
. My mother's eyes were fixed on the glans, dripping with sticky fluid, scraping against her soft petals. My mother's vagina
trembled again, spurting out hot juices.

I thrust my hot penis into my mother's vagina again. The moment she saw herself being penetrated, she felt
the greatest pleasure, a pleasure that transcended the physical.

My smiling lips pressed close to my mother's face—her flushed cheeks glistening with sweat—and I whispered in her ear, "
I swear, until the mountains crumble, the seas run dry, and heaven and earth unite, only then will I part from you! And you, Mother…?" My seductive
tongue licked her earlobe.

Just as my teasing distracted her, her powerful waist arched deeply, a simultaneous surge of sweet pleasure and
tearing pain erupting within her. Her soft flesh was stretched by a powerful force, and
the nectar within began to gush forth violently.

"A kiss as a vow… but… this is my first time…"

Before I made my vow, she had only closed her eyes, her face flushed. I hadn't expected my mother
to , and her whole body was tense. It seemed my decision was both exciting and nerve-wracking for her. Seeing this,
I deliberately slowed down my vow, watching her body tremble with each word I uttered. I couldn't resist teasing
her.

"I swear by this kiss… that my love belongs only to Xiao Cangtian, forever!"

My mother declared her lifelong decision. She stretched out her arms, embraced her son's neck, opened her sensual
lips , and kissed my trembling lips. Shyly, she extended her tongue, which eagerly ventured into my mouth, greedily
probing deep into his throat, conveying her deep love for him. In a kiss that felt like an eternity
, mother and son's tongues chased each other fiercely in their mouths, swallowing each other's saliva, responding to each other
's love.

After a long while, almost breathless, they reluctantly separated. Their eyes met, filled with
deep love and passion.

As I removed my mother's wedding ring, a mother-son wedding night began, marking the
start their incestuous sexual relationship. Desire burned within them, and they embarked on
a journey of sexual pursuit. The mother arched her hips, allowing her son's penis to penetrate her vagina, and their sex life
entered an endless cycle of pleasure.

"You are mine! Mom..." I murmured. With frenzied thrusting, I breathed heavily with satisfaction: "
You are mine..."

"I love the heavens..." I saw my mother pinned beneath me, her alluring eyes fixed on me, her face flushed with
shame , perhaps remembering our blood relation. My mother nodded shyly, and I
kissed her lips again. As her saliva flowed, her lips relaxed, and I took the opportunity to
slip my tongue into her mouth, sucking on each other's saliva.

In joy, my mother murmured: "You're just trying to make me happy, but I'm
so happy that you said that, because I love you so much. You are everything to me, my only everything
... After being with you, I finally know what love is, my dear son. I am now your wife, and
I feel so happy when I'm in your arms." My lips still held my mother's lip prints and sweet saliva.
Hearing these words from my kissing mother, I plunged my tongue deep into her mouth, almost making her
gasp for breath .

Our love juices mingled into a thick, sticky liquid inside my mother's womb, and I ejaculated repeatedly within it.
I held my mother tightly, my birthplace completely filled with this thick semen.

"Let's have a baby... Mom..." I gasped, "I want to be pregnant for you, for me..." I pressed myself
against my mother's open legs, a dizzying pleasure engulfing me. "Mmm... mmm... I want to have a baby with
Mom ... I want Mom to have my baby..."

I looked at my mother's flushed face, my heart overflowing with boundless love. The woman in my arms was my
mother, my only family. When I was bullied or upset as a child, I cried in her arms, finding protection and comfort.
In moments of joy and happiness, she shared them with me. Everything she had done for me, every memory from my entire life,
flowed through my heart.

I told my mother my thoughts, and she looked at me with a silent smile. Of course, I knew she had been thinking about these past 15 years.

"Mom, I want to share not only the past with you, but also the present and the future. Just want to be with you,
okay?"

"Okay, after these 15 years, I can't bear the thought of you not being by my side for even a day. Remember the last time you went on a trip
? The house felt so empty, and I felt so sad, like I'd lost the most important thing in my life."

"Mom, from now on, when we travel, it'll just be the two of us. Let's go take a shower now."

"Mom...you've made me...too weak to get up..." "

Then let the groom carry his mother-in-law to the shower."

I got up and lifted Mom up, her arms around my neck. We carried her naked into the bathroom. In
the bathroom, Mom and I rinsed and soaped each other. When Mom helped me scrub my back...
A sharp pain shot through my back. I went to the mirror and saw the finger marks I'd left on my back from our lovemaking.
Mom looked at me, blushing, a little embarrassed.

I went back into the bathtub, put my arms around her waist, kissed her cheek, and said, "Mom, it's okay. Next time
I'll leave a hickey on your back." After Mom gave me oral sex again, I said, "I want anal sex!"

"You're so naughty, I'm scared of you!" Mom raised her small hand and gently patted my penis a few times.

I was afraid that if I made any more demands on Mom's body, she wouldn't be able to handle it! Anyway, at that moment, all I felt was
love for Mom.

Although we had both ejaculated, I didn't leave. I kept my penis inside Mom's warm
vagina, caressing every inch of her body. Mom held me tightly, and we
enjoyed .

I couldn't help but say to my mother, "Mom, I love you. I want you to be my wife, and we'll
never be apart."

My mother seemed to sense my passion, blushing as she said, "Okay, I've already given myself to you. Who
else can I marry if not you? Just make sure you treat me well from now on."

I was so happy to hear that. I hugged my mother and kissed her repeatedly. My mother wasn't like before! Instead, she automatically
put her tongue into my mouth. We didn't fall asleep until we were both satisfied, holding each other tightly.

In that short night, my mother was almost a different person. Perhaps
the passion rekindled her long-dormant feelings and desires. As a son, attempting to
replace my mother as her husband was undoubtedly a major test.

The next day, when I woke up, I saw my mother still sleeping soundly in my arms. My almost naked body was pressed tightly against
her naked body. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a sweet sense of happiness. I
looked at my mother carefully and found her so lovely, so deeply loved. I really couldn't live
without my mother. Then Mom woke up. Seeing me watching her, she got up and gave me a deep, passionate
kiss. I held her back, and we kissed passionately on the bed. I responded to her kiss, actively putting
my tongue into her mouth so she could suck on it. Nourished by my semen, Mom became even more alluring and
captivating.

Afterwards, we went with a travel agency to Guam for a lavish overseas wedding. We even went to i-primo
jewelry store and chose the perfect ring design based on our individual finger shapes. A simple customization could create
a 100% , one-of-a-kind princess-style diamond wedding ring. No one knew that I was going to marry my dearest
mother. I also bought eight princess-style wedding gowns for my mother, paired with
long The three-piece diamond set made her look as noble and charming as a princess.
In addition, there were slightly curled hair at her temples, a sheer, fitted cheongsam, a sky-blue beaded tulle evening gown, a semi-nude,
backless, see-through pinkish-purple open-chest halter-neck dress, and the Dior classic watch I gave her. Of course, I
also bought myself a white tuxedo.

To find true love, you must find someone who understands you. I may not be perfect, but because
he understands you, you perceive him as perfect—it's that simple word, "understanding." What does understanding mean? When
you encounter setbacks, he won't say a word that damages your dignity; when you act impulsively, he will never give in but will
patiently explain the situation to you; when you're in a bad mood, he will never argue with you; when you
're far apart and rarely see each other, he still trusts you deeply; when you're happy, he's happy too and will tell you; when you're
troubled , he's troubled too but won't easily tell you. Understanding requires so much comprehension, so much consideration, so much
love—it may be difficult, but have faith, and I hope you find someone who understands you.

A mother who has given birth to one child still looks so young and beautiful, with delicate skin and a
graceful , while her temperament remains generous, elegant, and dignified. The
mature feminine charm that my mother exudes is captivating and enchanting. What pleased me even more was that my mother's libido was as vigorous as that of any mature
middle-aged woman. In bed, she was sensitive, passionate, and wanton; a little teasing
was enough to send her into a trance, her body supple and limp, truly captivating and alluring . Holding her in my arms was exhilarating; I never wanted to let go
.

I thought: her captivating, intoxicating shyness in bed, her enchanting moans, her
hazy, dreamy eyes, and her fiery, wanton movements must be unparalleled!

After that day, our bond deepened. For a long time, my mother and I made love frequently.
At that time, my mother was my whole life.

Some time later, I followed my mother's advice and started a cosmetics company. What I learned in school paid off; my
company grew rapidly, and after years of hard work, I finally have my own place in the world. I am very grateful to my mother;
everything I have today is thanks to her.

I always feel a strong possessive desire for everything about her. "Holding hands and growing old together" is everyone's
beautiful expectation of love. In the warm spring days, your love blossomed into its most beautiful flower—marriage.
It seems I'll never be able to unravel all of this. What I truly want to say is—with
such a beautiful mother, what more could a husband ask for? _A word of caution: if this truly gives you the feeling of being married, your relationship will become
mundane, like other married couples. So be wary; she doesn't want you to treat her
like a worn-out housewife, like your father used to. She wants to be your lover forever.

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