My 10-year-old toy, my mother

My 10 Years of Toys, My Mother
Author: Li Binbin
Published on sis on 2013/12/2
First Published: Yes
Word Count: 10525
Thanks to brother Secondron for his sponsorship. I've been a sis enthusiast for many years, just a freeloader
. After reading brother Secondron's "Uncontrolled Maternal Love" and "Falling in Love with Mom's Hips" and exchanging ideas with him many times
, I finally developed the desire to create my own story. Hehe, a newbie's first story, the writing is definitely not very good, but
there are still ideas. I estimate about five chapters, each one smutty. Pure anal sex story, a kind of experiment after brother Secondron's " Falling in Love with Mom's Hips," but unfortunately the writing is still not up to par, unable to capture the same blood-pumping feeling
as brother Secondron . 　　Sigh, actually, I planned to write a picture novel, and in fact, it was definitely going to be a picture novel, with a Word document, which would make it more enjoyable to read. The first chapter of the picture novel is an excerpt from "The Great Anal Mother," and other chapters will include more pictures of beautiful buttocks (my favorite). I estimate that I can only write 3 chapters around February 2014. I already have the general idea, but I'm worried about how to make the sex scenes more substantial. Hehe, please wait for me. 　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter 1 My Toy Mother 　　I am a serious anal sex enthusiast. If you ask me why, I can only say that my beautiful mother 's anus is too alluring, and I simply don't have time to think about other ways to enjoy pleasure with her. But this is also good, because I can clearly say that I have not committed incest with my beloved mother. My mother has been with me all this time. 　　Originally, my mother woke up and wanted to have a meal. Obviously, at this time, my mother was still drunk and had been living in a daze for 25 years, 10 of which were spent as my sex toy. 　　One night in 2013, a loud "bang!" startled me awake. Naked, I followed to the outhouse. As expected, it was my mother. The light was on. My mother's enormous breasts were shockingly large, her purplish-red nipples erect. Her two snow-white, plump legs were tightly closed, handcuffed at both ankles and wrists . Despite the awkwardness, she tried her best to reach her hands under her body, tightly covering her most private parts. Her pubic hair was quite sparse. At that moment, her expression was pained, but strangely, there was a hint of pleasure in that pain. In short, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. 　　My parents had always been good to me, but I loved my mother more. The story happened when she was 35. 　　"Mom, you can't help yourself again?" I walked to my mother's side, squatted down, and stroked her full breasts with my left hand without any resistance. I fondled my mother's breasts, playing with her already swollen back, while my right hand caressed her smooth, white back. Her silky skin was irresistible, and I continued to stroke her back, moving my right hand down her white buttocks. Her lips were slightly parted, and low moans escaped her lips, her face flushed, making me want to ravage her. My penis was now hard as a pillar, and I could no longer suppress my desire. I used the key to unlock the handcuffs on my mother's hands, and forcefully flipped her over, making her lie face down in front of me , her cheek pressed tightly to the ground, her plump, beautiful buttocks facing my face. 　　I swallowed hard. Although it wasn't the first time, I was still somewhat nervous. After all, now lying face down... 　　What troubled me most was that my mother's anus wasn't a virgin. Was her anus sensitive? Did she like me? The person facing me with her buttocks was my own mother. My hands rested on her large, beautiful buttocks. With a forceful pull of my thumbs, I pried open her buttocks, revealing her dark brown anus. The 　　already slightly damp, light brown anus seemed a little uncomfortable being exposed to the air, clenching twice , causing the folds protecting it to twitch rhythmically. A little pale yellow fluid seeped from the pinkish anal flesh deep within her anus. I saw a seductive chrysanthemum blooming in my mother's snow-white buttocks, its petals wriggling and gradually flowing out, resembling a beautiful chrysanthemum. No wonder the ancients used the chrysanthemum to describe a woman's most private part; the name was truly fitting. She was already starting to leak intestinal fluid. I lowered my head and pressed my tongue against her thick labia below her anus, swaying her beautiful buttocks from side to side, even more alluring than before. 　　I temporarily stopped licking, bringing my nose to her anus, which was dripping with intestinal fluid. I took a deep sniff, and the slight stench of my mother's anus and the peculiar smell of her vaginal fluid invigorated me. I immediately pressed my tongue against her anus and began to diligently explore her beautiful, chrysanthemum-like anus. Her anus began to tighten, and only when my tongue was pinched and slightly numb did it slowly retract. Her anus relaxed, and the anus gradually opened, becoming luscious and glistening, as if celebrating my success. 　　With each in-and-out motion, my mother's anus gradually relaxed. Finally, I pulled my tongue out of her beautiful anus with a " pop!" and inserted two fingers to probe the dark brown opening. After separating the hot anus, my fingers were still covered with my mother's fluid, which shimmered alluringly under the light. I licked my mother's anus until the petals were turned inside out, a trace of brownish intestinal fluid clinging to them . The buds writhed and opened, shimmering alluringly under the light, mingling with my saliva. 　　I knelt behind my mother and whispered, "Mom, I'm starting." I gripped her beautiful buttocks tightly with both hands. My swollen, purplish glans, lubricated by the intestinal fluid on her anus, slowly squeezed into her tender anus, following the folds of her chrysanthemum. Her folds began to swell, gradually swallowing my glans. My penis began to writhe in her familiar rectum, a feeling of swelling, tightness, and heat washing . 　　My mother's anus was stretched to the point of bursting by my glans. The folds on her anus were smoothed out by my glans, and the dark brown of her anus turned pale white. The few anal hairs that were standing upright also stood up with my large penis. They were exposed to the air, and if they were to be dried, they would become smelly and stain her underwear. Out of a habit of cleanliness, I pulled them down . I paused for a moment. Although this was not the first time my mother and I had anal sex, whenever I thought of that tight penetration, it was both important and pleasurable. 　　"Ah... um!" My mother's moan changed from slight pain to a little pleasure, like the sound of a taming horn.

I stopped valuing my mother and firmly grasped her fleshy buttocks, enjoying the greasy, full feel of her big buttocks
. Then, I suddenly shoved my penis into her. My mother immediately let out a soft scream, "Ah!" Her upper body followed my thrusts.
My mother slapped her buttocks intermittently, her little anus peeking out from under her slaps. Finally,
my tug lifted her up, and the purplish-red nipples on her huge breasts drew a beautiful arc in the air.
My mother's strong and powerful sphincter muscles couldn't stop the iron dragon's invasion. My penis was unstoppable, plunging
deep into my mother's rectum. From my perspective, my mother's full upper body was facing away from me, her two large breasts
hanging vertically. To keep them from being lonely, my mother began to knead her large white breasts with both hands. Under her sexy back
, it seemed as if a tail had grown from her buttocks. The tender flesh of her anus tightly gripped my penis. My mother's
sphincter muscles and rectum tightly constricted the glans. The peristalsis of the rectal wall kept trying to expel my penis from the body, but alas... I
don't know if God was playing a joke on me, but that night, I received terrible news. Because
how could her anus withstand the iron dragon? However, the tight constriction of her anus also made it difficult for me to move an inch.
To thoroughly penetrate her anus, I disregarded my mother's feelings and forcefully pulled back, revealing her
pink and alluring anus hidden deep within her rectum. This was my beloved mother's anus—a treasure beyond compare!
My mother cried out, "Ah!" and turned to look at me with pitiful eyes. Then,
she twisted , placing her hands on her buttocks and forcefully spreading them apart, making her already wide-open anus
even more protruding. Her anus twitched rapidly, seemingly protesting against my beloved penis leaving her anus
.
I chuckled; years of anal training had deeply imprinted itself on my mother's body. Then,
without further hesitation, my large glans, coated with the intestinal fluid I had just brought out, pushed the everted anal flesh back into the rectum and began
to thrust violently. My scrotum slammed against my mother's large buttocks, and her vulva dripped with a few drops of vaginal fluid. I felt it still
wasn't stimulating enough, so I pinched my mother's plump buttocks hard, signaling her to support herself with her hands on the ground and gradually raise one of her beautiful legs
, fully exposing her anus and genitals. The position, like a female dog urinating, further accentuated my craving
. Considering the medical expenses, I took my mother home.
The plumpness of my mature mother's buttocks...
Following my mother's movements, my penis, which had been inserted deep into her rectum, gave me a strong stimulation,
and I began thrusting again. *Slap, slap, slap*, a rhythmic thud echoed within the latrine. My large penis
smoothed out every fold of my mother's rectum. The intestinal fluid seeping from her rectum was the best lubricant, bringing
me a warm, pleasurable sensation. With each thrust of my penis into her rectum, my mother's anal muscles were continuously turned in and
out by my cock. The fluid seeping from her large intestine increased, making my thrusting even easier. Gradually,
pale yellow foam accumulated around my mother's anus, and a faint odor began to permeate the latrine.
Oh no, I forgot to give my mother an enema today. As I rode on my mother's back, like a racer on a track, and
just as withdrew from the depths of her rectum, I remembered my mistake. My penis
seemed to have encountered an obstacle in my mother's constricted intestines; there was a foreign object at the other end. It didn't matter. Although my mother
was not used to this, it wasn't like we hadn't done it before. The foreign object in her rectum made my thrusting even
easier and more comfortable. No matter what, everything about my mother is sacred in my heart. No matter what,
the anus squeezing my penis is my biological mother's most private part, and I still feel as
innocent as the first time I penetrate her.
The sounds of thrusting gradually changed; it was no longer
the sound of my penis and scrotum hitting my mother's beautiful buttocks, but a slightly slippery, suggestive sound. I looked down and saw
a little yellowish discharge coming from my mother's snow-white anus. Unsurprisingly, my mother had once again defecated from my penetration
.
My mother didn't answer me, only looked at me with a pitiful expression, her clear, bright eyes revealing pure joy.
I felt even happier, wiping my mother's anus with my hand, then pinching her already
pink . The all-encompassing sensation in her rectum intensified, and her sphincter tightened
around my penis, as if trying to snap it. Feces and rectal fluid mingled in her anus.
After a drop of semen shot into her anus, my mother finally succumbed to the urge to defecate at the end of her rectum. Her rectum began to
forcefully slap her plump buttocks. Sometimes, I would reach forward and pinch her swollen
buttocks with two fingers or slap her beautiful legs. This slight abusiveness didn't provoke any aversion from my mother. Years of
habit had made her consider this sensation part of enhancing the atmosphere during our anal sex. There were still many more
stimulating methods I hadn't yet explored!
The pressure of the intestinal tract inside my mother's anus, the lubrication of the foreign object, the softness of the intestinal fluid, and the pungent odor in the air sent
a shiver down
my spine. I began my final thrust. My mother, almost simultaneously, also reached orgasm. She had been trying to hold back her own feces,
something she had been trying to suppress. Normally, during anal sex, I would give her enemas; watching her ooze was one of the pleasures my mother had developed. I thrust vigorously into her anus
, trampling on her full, peach-like buttocks.
A purplish-red penis was inserted into her beautiful buttocks, her anus gripping it tightly, refusing to let go. At the same time,
her anus suddenly contracted, and her intestines began to twitch irregularly. I knew her orgasm
had arrived, and I could no longer hold back. With a low growl, I tightly embraced my mother's buttocks beneath me. My penis, at the optimal
angle carried our excrement along with the anal flesh, fully penetrating her anus, beginning the semen enema. One wave,
two waves, three waves—each time I had anal sex with my mother, I ejaculated at least ten waves of semen to express my
love for her plump, fleshy buttocks.
My mother struggled to open her head, her naked body tense, her rectum undulating to receive my semen. Finally,
she defecated, and her anus unconsciously relaxed slightly. Fortunately, she hadn't eaten much during the day, so the amount of stool was small,
hidden deep in her buttocks. My mother knelt on the ground, her upturned buttocks facing my face. I pulled her skirt down
, and my erect penis, which had grown even larger during ejaculation, tightly gripped her anus, allowing only a small amount of fecal
matter to leak out.
After the ejaculation climax, I gradually regained my senses and began to address my mistakes. Gradually, I began to change my mother's...
I untied her shackles and made her use her hands to pull her legs together, exposing our genitals. She faced me and
began to lick vigorously, first making her erect. Following my licking, my mother began to writhe uncomfortably. Her movements were
somewhat strange; after all, she had to cooperate with me now. My penis was still firmly inserted into her anus, engorged and
incredibly sensitive. My eyes were fixed on that delicate chrysanthemum bud, the contractions of the sphincter muscles
mingling with a little of her secretions. Hehe, she was now trying her best to tighten her rectum, consciously squeezing her anus
, making it tightly grip my penis, just to release her own secretions.
I let my mother stretch out her arms and wrap them around my neck. I supported her buttocks with my hands, letting her beautiful legs
tightly encircle my waist. Then I stood up with force, successfully lifting my mother into my arms. I carried her step by step
towards the toilet. As we walked, my penis was stimulated again in her rectum, which was already filled with foreign objects. It regained its
energy and swelled up. Her little anus, which had been barely able to close, was fully opened once more. My mother's upper body pressed
tightly against me. Her plump body and alluring scent made me linger. I said to my mother, "Hold me tight,
Mom, I'm going to pull my penis out."
I freed my left hand and pulled my penis out of her lingering anus. Plop, plop. Although I
couldn't , I could imagine the situation. It must have been wide open by me, and it began to seep feces into her anus
, mixed with the gas that I had brought in when I inserted it. It seemed to be seeping out like an upset stomach, which made my imagination run wild.
How could I, so captivated by my mother's anus, miss the sight before me? I made her squat on the toilet, ignoring the need
to wipe my penis, and moved closer to her crotch to admire the spectacle I had created: brown feces mixed with white
semen from her anus, now swollen to the size of an egg. Her anus clenched tightly, each contraction drawing her out.
Before she could even fully awaken, she saw the door open, paused for a moment, then walked in as if she hadn't seen me, her
penis being pulled deep into her rectum. She seemed very important to me, afraid I would get angry, and tried her best to tighten her rectum.
After contracting, it opened, her bright red rectum slightly bulging from my penetration, with strands of silvery semen slowly
flowing out , stubbornly hanging there instead of being expelled with the feces. My mother remained silent, but her expression was flushed,
her beautiful eyes slightly closed, seemingly enjoying the pleasure of the semen seeping out after the enema.
An anus, what more could a man ask for? Only to explore inside and enjoy the sight within.
Seeing that my mother was almost finished defecating, I called her to turn around and habitually picked up the toilet paper next to me to wipe her
anus, which was bright red from my penetration. I gently wiped every fold of my mother's anus with the toilet paper. By this time, her
anus had closed somewhat, with only the still vivid red of her chrysanthemum showing the fierce battle that had just taken place. This was
one of the reasons why I loved her anus the most; no matter how I played with it, it would quickly recover. I have to say, my mother
's anus was naturally suited for me to penetrate.
To ensure that my beloved anus was clean, I had to start my anal licking project again, licking my mother's anus open
little . I had been doing this to my mother since I was 15 years old, and no matter how
abnormal it was, my love for my mother's anus had never stopped. After my mother's little anus opened, I sucked hard on the
little vortex on her anus, savoring the beautiful and shy anus. Then, I inserted my fingers, stretching it
wider and wider. My mother's anus instinctively tried to close, her plump buttocks twitching, but it didn't
stay inside her intestines. My thumb and forefinger supported
the opening of her anus, keeping it open. I kissed her anus and rectum again, beginning to experience a different sensation. The tip of my glans seemed
to urge my mother to peristalse her rectum, forcefully expelling the remaining semen, as this endless, inexhaustible feeling brought me. A strand of semen flowed out from the anus I had stretched open. A middle-aged woman stood on the toilet,
revealing her dark brown anus to a young man without reservation . The young man stretched out his fingers, forcefully pressing against her anus
, preventing the folds of tissue from closing. Her anus was wide open, the creases stretched flat, the clitoris engorged
and bulging, and strands of semen flowed from her dark red rectum. Who would guess they were mother and son
?
How did things turn out this way? That takes me back 10 years,
when At that time, my parents and I had just moved from the countryside to the city. I was about to enter a prestigious high school to complete my studies
, and my parents' careers were also on track. The whole family was happily on the rise when something astonishing and painful happened.
I gently pressed my finger on a tiny, mysterious vortex, and it tightened rapidly, almost clamping my fingertip
. This caused a major change in my life, giving me a treasure, a woman to whom I could unleash my youthful passion.
This was my mother, my beloved fleshy buttocks and fleshy toilet, the woman I would come home from work every day and
kneel on the ground, exposing her alluring anus and captivating genitals to me. She was the woman I loved most and the only one in my life.
For the past ten years, when I was tired, I would bury myself in her fleshy buttocks, and sleep by sucking on her anus. When I was hungry, I would have her put her
anus around my penis, her intestines clenching tightly as she fawned over me while feeding me. Or,
while ate, she would squat on the table, her anus constantly clenching towards me. When I was tired, I would take her to the bathroom to give her
an enema and enjoy the view. When I was bored, I would have her squat in front of my face, clenching her anus to clamp my tongue
.
Only when it was clamped tightly would I insert my penis into her anus, which was already clenching and leaking intestinal fluid due to arousal. What I loved most was when she
squatted on the edge of the bed, her back to me, only her large, white, plump buttocks exposed on the edge of the bed, as if squatting on the ground to defecate
, her hands spreading her buttocks apart to reveal the brown anus that I had just ejaculated into.
Because of excessive force, she smoothed out all the wrinkles on her anus, leaving only the everted bud, like a
dark brown rubber band. Her alluring anus contracted and expanded, squeezing out my semen, trying desperately to pull
the semen out of her anus. With her strain, a large amount of semen gushed out of her alluring anus, leaving only a small amount of
sticky semen stubbornly clinging to it. Her anus was wide open, revealing her pubic hair and
the way her anus clenched and tightened, gradually restoring the open anus to its original state. This beautiful sight was
created by my own mother and me. Who else in the world, besides me, could make her willingly expose her large anus for a
year's harvest? Although she was no longer young, and crow's feet were beginning to appear at the corners of her eyes, my mother had a naturally oval face, and her exposed
skin had the healthy wheat color of a rural woman. The area hidden beneath her clothes, as far as I could see...
Snow-white, with crescent-shaped eyes, her smile was incredibly charming. Most importantly, my mother had a full figure, medium to slightly plump
at 163cm, with some extra flesh around her waist, but this only accentuated her mature feminine allure.
Because of farm work in the countryside, my mother's legs, while not particularly long and slender, were not the matchstick-thin legs of today's young
girls; they were full and strong. Of course, my mother's most feminine feature was still her pair of large breasts,
which, along with the tight contractions of her rectum, brought me unparalleled pleasure. I didn't care about anything else and began to use my hands on
her plump buttocks, especially my mother's buttocks. The plump, soft flesh of her buttocks was my favorite. I was about my age, and I
hummed softly, "It tickles, it tickles, don't touch!"
I lingered on her plump buttocks, inhaling the alluring scent of my mother's flesh.
In 2003, my parents' business, which had been on track for five years, finally took off.
They the city and successfully bought several properties. I was also brought to the city and enrolled in the third year of junior high at a top-tier middle school
. Don't let my current lecherous appearance fool you; I was a good student back then. Otherwise, how could I have outcompeted so many
others and gotten into the city's top high school? That was a meal with family and relatives, but starting that night, I gradually
shifted my mother. My parents had both drunk a lot that day, and after returning home, they quickly changed into their nightgowns and went to sleep. I
was very happy that day and couldn't sleep until 2 a.m. In the middle of the night, I heard noises coming from the door, knowing that one of my parents might
have gotten up , so I went to the door.
I looked at the door but couldn't open it. Then I was attracted by my mother's attire. She was wearing a
black, semi-transparent nightgown, and her large breasts made her chest appear full and erect. Because
I was taller than her, looking down at her, the white, tender peaks of her breasts formed a cleavage in the center, making... My eyes were glued to her. Her nightgown was so
short that her skirt barely covered her round, pert buttocks. With each sway of her body, those fleshy buttocks bounced
, captivating me.
No, that's my own mother. I shouldn't have such thoughts. I mentally berated
myself shifting my gaze from her buttocks to open the door for her. At that moment, I realized
it was probably related to my fondness for clinging to my mother's leg. When I was little, I'd always cling to her leg when I wanted to be cute, my face always buried in my hands
, and I'd even left the door open. A wave of trepidation washed over me. As I hesitated, wondering whether to leave or not, my mother did
something that astonished me: she took off her... Her underwear. I noticed that her underwear was pure white, and it
was starting to leak.
I stood at the door of the outhouse, dumbfounded, watching all of this unfold. The image that flashed through my mind was
the mysterious blackness deep in the cleft of my mother's flesh when she took off her underwear; I knew that was her pubic hair. Two minutes ago, I stood
there, completely oblivious, at the door of the outhouse, my mother with her back to me relieving herself. She
must have finished by now, because she stood up (I don't know how everyone wipes their bottoms, but back then my family
taught me to urinate first, then use toilet paper), tore off some toilet paper, and started wiping. Because her
bottom was large and her cleft was deep, so... She wiped with great effort, always having to deeply clean her buttocks before
revealing her beautiful bottom. Her little anus moved up and down, the tiny vortex constantly contracting, making my heart almost leap out of my
chest as I wiped my own. As she struggled with the marks of her anus, the barely visible buttocks deeply
captivated my gaze. I wished I could spread her round, beautiful buttocks open and gently wipe her anus for her.
After she finished wiping, her subsequent actions completely won me over, making me deeply yearn for
my mother's most secret, unclean, and sacred place—her anus. She gripped her plump buttocks tightly with both hands
, forcefully spreading them apart, revealing her dark brown anus... She was naked in front of me, and at that moment, my brain
and anal hair made my penis involuntarily erect. My mother maintained the alluring pose of spreading her fleshy buttocks, twisting up and down
.
Later I learned that my mother's buttocks were too large, and the cleft was quite deep, so her feces couldn't be cleaned up in time
. I was obsessed. I was determined to possess my mother's anus; she would always belong to me. My mind had already begun to conceive of how to...
Plus, her anus naturally leaked intestinal fluid, and if it leaked out, I wouldn't let it air out. Letting her little anus
open and air out had become her first instinct after defecating and urinating.
At that time, she was lying on her side on the ground, with a collar around her neck. Completely naked, a shocking sight.
My mother, with the last trace of intestinal fluid still clinging to her anus, didn't continue wiping. Instead, she pulled up her underwear, turned, and
left . In the countryside, there's no running water for flushing toilets, so she often forgot to press the flush button. I stepped aside
to let my mother pass. Throughout this process, she didn't resist, seemingly unaware of my presence.
After she left, I entered the toilet, smelling her still-strong lingering scent. Involuntarily, I began to masturbate.
Images of my mother's anus kept flashing through my mind: anal hair, wrinkled chrysanthemum lines, dark brown anus, pale yellow stains
—scenes that quickly made me ejaculate. I knew I had deeply… He was obsessed with his mother's anus,
wondering how to possess her without his father finding out. He spent a sleepless night.
To others, I always appeared composed and rational; no one would suspect that
once I set a goal, I would relentlessly pursue it.
His parents had gone to a brothel, and it had been a week since he last saw his mother's anus. He had already begun
planning, through research and reading pornography, to forcibly possess her. He was waiting for his father to go on a business trip next month so he could
have sex with his mother according to his plan. At that moment, no matter what she did, she wouldn't be able to escape his grasp. If
their affair were exposed, neither of them would be tolerated by society. My mother knows I won't tell
anyone; our relationship will remain a secret.
Anal sex—will she accept the anal sex plan I've prepared for her? Can such a conservative rural woman be
my partner? How can I get
her ?
Someone, drunk, caused an accident and hit our car. My father died instantly, and although my mother wasn't seriously injured, she
hit her head and was temporarily unconscious. With a heavy heart, I made arrangements for my father's funeral
. About a month had passed since the accident, and besides one uncle, there was no one left at my parents' side.
At 15, I was old enough to understand things and didn't want to relinquish my freedom to others. Thanks to
the inheritance and property my father left me, my mother and I could live a comfortable life. However, without income...
My mother had regained consciousness, but her brain had been damaged, and her intelligence had regressed to
that of a 4 or 5-year-old. At first, it was incredibly difficult to get close to her, but with my persistent food
and persuasion, she quickly came to regard me as her closest person,
always .
I took my mother home. It was [month], the hottest time of the year. My mother wasn't wearing much—just
a white t-shirt I bought her at the market. Her full breasts jiggled with her movements. I
hadn't thought to buy her a bra. Her large breasts swayed gently under the t-shirt. She wore a
blue skirt that barely covered her plump thighs, and her round, shapely buttocks stretched the skirt... It was bulging . My mother had just returned home 　　and I
immediately felt a sense of warmth. She wandered around, looking at this and that, because she couldn't quite control her body's balance. Sometimes she would lie on the ground, crawling around with her buttocks raised, having a great time . During the movement, my mother kept her mouth tightly closed, her eyes filled with tears, her face showing the rosy glow of an orgasm, clearly enjoying herself. After I tidied up everything, I was covered in sweat. When I went out of the bedroom, I saw my mother lying flat on the ground . Her recent movements had made her feel the harshness of summer, and she was tightly pressed against... We were resting on the floor, enjoying the cool air. 　　To conceal my unspeakable secret, I hadn't turned on the air conditioner. Instead, I lay flat beside my mother. We were each other's only support. I really didn't know what to say. Before, I was always thinking about how to get rid of my father so I could have your body. Now it seems your body and soul belong to me. I will definitely take good care of you. Don't worry, I will treat you as my everything. As　　I spoke, my hand began to touch my mother's cheek. At that moment, my mother was looking at me with a pure smile , repeatedly calling my name, as if responding to my words and granting my request. I could no longer suppress the demons within me. The ghost marked the first step in my attempt to tame my mother. I coaxed her, indicating that she was hot and needed to take off her clothes. She understood, sat up straight, and began fiddling with her clothes. It seemed she still needed my help. I flipped the bottom of her t-shirt over her head, freeing her two full breasts. Her firm, high breasts were only a short distance from me, swaying precariously beneath her bra cups, exuding an incredibly sexy and alluring charm. The purplish-red color shimmered with an enticing pinkish glow under the light. Although her anus and chrysanthemum were light brown, her nipples were erect. 　　I gestured for her to kneel down. On the ground, her upper body pressed against the floor, her large breasts squeezed together by her body, the rounded orbs tempting to bite, but my target wasn't them. Instead, I focused on her ample waist. As she lowered her body, a sudden burst of light appeared before me: her plump, sexy, snow-white buttocks were exposed The hospital hadn't provided her with underwear, which was a real treat for me. 　　I parted her buttocks, revealing a dark brown, chrysanthemum-bud-like anus between them Suddenly exposed to me, the little anus twitched shyly, arousing my affection. Most wonderfully , my mother's anus was surrounded by a ring of anal hair, protecting the dark brown... My heart began to tremble . 　　Remembering the common knowledge I had read in a book, I quickly spat some saliva onto my hand, trembling . At this moment, my mother also had a counter-attack, shyly pulling her buttocks forward and turning to look at me. 　　I had to comfort her, "It doesn't itch, it doesn't itch. In a moment, it will feel good, very good." It was very difficult to calm my mother down. It seemed that I couldn't take her anus now, so I would give her pleasure first! I stopped using my hands and instead stuck out my tongue, inserting it between her buttocks and licking that alluring little anus. A smell of woman's urine and feces wafted up, but I didn't feel dirty at all. Instead, I licked even more diligently. Her little anus, saliva seemed to have given it a bright pink hue. My licking continued to tighten it, and my tongue began to play with her little chrysanthemum, forcefully thrusting inside. 　　My mother's movements were intense at this point; as I licked, she cried out, "It itches, it's so annoying!" while talking to me, mostly to herself: "Mom, now that Dad's gone, all that's left is her wiggling her buttocks trying to get rid of my tongue. How can I give up this delicious treat?" I gripped her big buttocks tightly with both hands, holding them firmly in front of my face. While mumbling that it didn't itch, that it would be over soon, I opened my mouth and... Many anal hairs were held in my mouth, seemingly enjoying an unparalleled delicacy, gently savoring the taste of my own mother's anus. Sometimes I would tease her clitoris with my tongue, occasionally gently touching her anus with my teeth. I would suck on her dark brown anus with a "pop!" sound, perfectly capturing the most beautiful taste of my mother's anus. 　　At this moment, my mother had calmed down from her earlier urges. Her large, lustful breasts were pressed against the sofa, and a blush crept onto her cheeks. She was clearly enjoying my licking of her anus and was unaware that her anus was about to be exposed , with some pale yellow stains on the center of her pants that made her mouth water. She sat down on the toilet with her back to me. Our forbidden act between mother and son had already aroused my lust. She even started humming a little song she had composed herself : "Little mouse, where are you? Here, crawl here." She looked like she was enjoying the massage. No wonder she's my mother; even her own son licking her anus makes her so happy. It seems her anus is definitely her clitoris! 　　While listening to my mother's childlike singing, I didn't forget the brown anus in my mouth. My saliva had already made the area around her anus shiny, and my tongue began to slowly probe into her anus, wanting to... To break through the sphincter's obstruction , my mother's voice trembled slightly, and her anus continued to tighten, trying to avoid my tongue . My face was pressed tightly against her beautiful buttocks, my tongue relentlessly exploring her anus, my hands firmly holding her large buttocks . My tongue slowly began to penetrate deep into her previously untouched anus, moving in and out, bringing with it a trail of saliva that dripped onto my mother's dark brown anus. 　　Suddenly, my mother's sphincter contracted strongly, her body freeing itself from my grasp, allowing my...

The diligent bee dropped its dark brown chrysanthemum petals and started buzzing urgently, calling out to me, "Pee, poop,
I need to poop!" It seemed she couldn't hold it in any longer, so I quickly stood up and took her to the toilet, beginning the
long-awaited ejaculation.
Unexpectedly, my mother had no concept of a toilet. In the hospital, the nurses
had taken squat toilets, so when she arrived, she was a little lost, but the urge was strong
. She stamped her feet repeatedly and yelled at me, so of course I readily helped her. However, I still
want to properly explain how I took my mother's first time; other details will
unfold later.
(To be continued)

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