Making love tenderly with my mother

On Qingming
Festival, my mother and I went back to pay our respects to our ancestors.

My hometown is surrounded by mountains, and a mountain stream flows in front of my house. The scenery is beautiful and the air is fresh.

I haven't been back to my hometown for many years. After graduating, I was unemployed at home, so this time I went back with my mother to pay respects at
her grave. It was also a chance to relax, adjust my mindset, and then try to find a job again. Although my mother is the CEO of a medium-sized company, I don't want to get a job through her connections. I want to find
a job that I truly enjoy.

My mother and I took the train and arrived in our hometown at 9 a.m. Our ancestral home, due to years of disrepair and its long history, collapsed in a storm.
We can only stay at my uncle's house now. His house is located halfway up a mountain, and it's quite small, with limited beds. At night, I have to share a bed with my mother.

The weather is strange when you live in the mountains. It's relatively hot until 11 p.m., very cold after midnight, and quite chilly until 11 a.m. The place we stayed
was in front of a high mountain, so we didn't see the sun until after 11 a.m., which is why it's usually very cold in the morning.

My mother and I arrived in our hometown early, so we hadn't started the ancestral worship ceremony yet. That time, the whole family worshipped, and it was a large-scale event. My family only needed to contribute money; we didn't need
much help, like repairing the ancestral temple. My mother and I have a very good relationship; we don't have a generation gap and our conversations are quite free. That day, my mother and I took a bus to the city
; we just wanted to see what local specialties we could buy to take back.

My mother is a very cheerful woman. She's forty years old, but she's well-maintained and looks like a woman in her thirties. She's tall, about 168cm
, with a full and well-proportioned figure. Her face is seven or eight parts like Zhao Yazhi's, especially her eyes, which are charming and beautiful, though there's a hint of melancholy in them.
My mother and I went to an amusement park outside the city for a while, then went shopping and bought some local specialties. We had lunch outside the city, and around 3 pm we
went back to my uncle's place.

Tonight we ate some local specialties, which were alright, but quite bland. My mother and I were a bit tired from playing, so we took showers around 8 pm and went back to our room
. I watched TV in the room while my mother chatted with relatives outside. Around 10 pm, my mother took a shower and went back to her room.

My mother had just finished showering. She was wearing a white, low-cut, sleeveless nightgown. Her rounded buttocks stretched the long dress, creating a beautiful curve. Her long, black hair was casually
draped over her shoulders, slightly damp, making her pretty face even more alluring. Her pink lips were slightly upturned, and her delicate body was breathtakingly beautiful, with perfectly proportioned
curves. Her high, firm breasts pushed up the low neckline of the dress, forming a high ridge between them. The dress
clung to her snow-white peaks, creating a perfect arc that connected to her rounded, soft shoulders. Her delicate body, partially concealed by the long dress, was alluring. Her taut abdomen
and slender waist formed a seamless curve, and her full, high buttocks and long, beautiful legs were sometimes visible, sometimes hidden. She started arranging the things she had bought that day. I
called to my mother, "We'll do it tomorrow. Let's watch some entertainment." My mother liked certain types of shows, so she agreed and sat next to me, chatting with me about
the celebrities on TV.

I don't like watching TV (I only like using the computer). While chatting with my mother, I felt my eyelids getting tired, so I leaned on her shoulder, holding
her left hand with both hands, and closed my eyes to rest. My mother saw me and told me to go to sleep, but I don't like going to bed early, so I said I'd just wait a while and rest. And so,
my mother and I leaned on each other and chatted.

I said, "Mom, it feels so comfortable to lean against you. You're so soft, and you have a faint scent of baby bath soap."

The mother added, "If you feel comfortable, lie down a little longer. Are you not used to sleeping on this wooden bed?"

I nodded, and my mother continued, "We were poor back then, and your father and I slept in this kind of bed. Thinking back, I was working to earn money while your father continued his studies; it really
wasn't easy then..." I nodded again, and my mother kept talking. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

When I woke up, my mother was holding me to her chest, preparing to carry me away. I was woken up by this moment, my eyes were blurry, probably because I had played too much that day and was very tired. I
lazily held the lower part of my mother's head with both hands, and at that moment I vaguely felt the elasticity of my mother's breasts, which felt very comfortable.

My mother tried to hold me up, but she was getting tired. Seeing I was still half-awake, she shook me awake. I wanted her to hold me, but she couldn't
. Once awake, I jumped straight into bed and went back to sleep, clutching the blanket. Then my mother turned off the light and got into bed. She slept next to me. The wooden bed was small, just enough for the two of us.

As everyone else was asleep, my mother lay down, and soon after, I turned to my side and wrapped my arms around her right arm, bringing my head close to hers. My body rested against her lower left side,
just touching, without anything inappropriate. My mother let me be.

I drifted off to sleep like that, and I don't know what time it was in the middle of the night. It was very cold outside, and I'm sensitive to the cold, so I woke up because of it. But my mind was still hazy, and my body seemed to instinctively
move towards a warmer place. My hand was gripping my mother's right arm, my legs were wrapped around the inside of her thighs, and my head was pressed against the side of her neck. It was so cold! I
curled up.

Even under the covers, I still felt shivering and cold. My mother's left hand was around my back, letting me sleep closer to keep warm. But I gradually woke up, though I was too
lazy to move, so I just stayed curled up next to my mother.

Half an hour passed, and my mother seemed to have fallen asleep. Her warm breath touched my face, and I felt very comfortable. I felt increasingly attached to her. Then I became more awake, and
I would touch my mother's hands and feet with my right hand and foot to warm them, which felt very soothing. My mother seemed to be a very heavy sleeper.

As I touched her, my hand moved up her right arm, touching her face. I felt her loveliness and was instantly moved (the
kind of love between mother and son—she is such a good mother). After touching her for a while, I didn't mean to, but my hand simply moved down, and unintentionally touched her breasts. My mother
's breasts were full, round, and hemispherical, my favorite shape. Even though she had a son as big as me, they were still high and firm, without the slightest
sagging, soft and elastic. I turned my head and looked at her through the low neckline, where her high breasts were partially covered, and the deep cleavage trembled slightly, attracting my
gaze.

But I didn't dare to reach out and touch my mother's breasts. At that time, my head was between my mother's necks. I deliberately moved my head down, letting my side slowly move to
the front of my mother's breasts, just touching a little bit of the swollen, soft flesh. I really enjoyed that comfortable and tender fleshy feeling. At that time, my body was a little hot and I was also very nervous,
but I still rubbed against it very, very gently.

A minute later, my mother was still asleep. I cautiously moved my right hand up slowly, my palm touching the top of her right breast. My palm was touching her clothes,
but it was very hot and I felt like I was about to sweat. I slowly pressed down with my right middle finger, gently tracing the breast and tentatively touching the heavy,
rounded peak. The feeling was incredibly stimulating, but I was afraid of waking my mother. I pressed my right middle finger against the flesh next to her breast. The breast was so large that
I couldn't even grasp it with one hand. It felt amazing. As I pressed, I started to gently press on my mother's nipple. Her nipple was very soft and tender, with a slightly tingling sensation.

After pressing a few times, I began to gently press down with my palm, from below the breast, with my fingers pressing on the nipple. I paused for a moment,
feeling a chill in my heart, and my mouth watered. I then began to gently grasp my mother's right breast (my hand was below the breast at that time), pressing it gently from below, squeezing from both sides with my pinky and thumb, and
lightly rubbing around the nipple with my middle three fingers. It was very soft, comfortable, and stimulating.

At that moment, I kept a close eye on my mother, afraid that she might suddenly wake up.

My right hand continued to caress her breasts, very gently pressing and rubbing her nipples, lightly pinching them between two fingers and rubbing them in a circular motion. My
lower body was burning hot; I pressed my abdomen against my mother's thighs. She was wearing pajamas, and my penis was pressed against the side of her leg.
I felt a strong, pleasurable sensation from her smooth, delicate thighs. My penis was hard and erect, and I wanted to rub against her, to stimulate her, but I was afraid of waking her, so I
could only keep my penis against her side.

Because my right hand was touching my mother's ample breasts, and she didn't seem to be awake, I pulled down the low-cut shoulder strap of her nightgown. With a bit of boldness,
I slowly slipped my hand inside, gently moving my right hand down her neckline. My entire hand was holding her breast, frozen in place. After a short while, my hand
moved like a worm over her breast; it was incredibly warm. My mind perfectly conjured up that soft, white flesh, so smooth and elastic, as if it might melt at any moment, seeping into
my fingers. My right hand, absorbing her body heat, felt incredibly comfortable. As I continued to caress her, I began to gently pinch and
rotate her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. At first, I rotated very gently, but as the stimulation increased, I became bolder, gripping and pinching her nipple slightly harder.

After playing with her for a while, my mother's nipples began to harden, and her entire breast seemed to come alive, starting to swell from its soft state. At that moment, I didn't care...

Then, I gently pinched my entire breast with my right hand, pressing my palm against it. It felt bigger than before. I started rubbing my breast with my palm,
moving it up and down with a very light touch.

I rubbed my palm against my mother's nipple, and a continuous electric sensation surged from my palm to my heart, like being electrocuted. My palm was
suspended in mid-air, with my mother's nipple only half-touching it. I moved my palm left and right, up and down, until my mother's nipple just touched my palm. That feeling was more dynamic than touching her breast
.

A jolt of electricity coursed through my heart. In my excitement, I gripped my right hand even harder than before. At that moment, my mother moved slightly, tilting her head towards me
and shifting her waist back, her body leaning slightly towards me. I was instantly terrified and froze, my breath catching in my throat. My hand remained on her breast
, still gripping it, but I dared not let go, afraid of waking her.

After about three minutes, my mother didn't move. I was surprised to find that my right hand, which was holding my mother's breast, felt a little wet. I gently
released my mother's breast.

I slowly reached out my hand to my mother's breast. I was terrified that she would wake up, so I stopped all my actions that violated her.

After sleeping for about 10 minutes, I wasn't as frightened as before, and my heart calmed down. Once I was sure my mother was still asleep, my heart started racing again. This time, I was much bolder
. I gently pushed the blanket covering my mother and me down, and lightly pulled on my mother's nightgown. I moved my body back to make it easier to pull her nightgown up to her waist. After pulling
for a while, my mother's round, high breasts popped out.

I mustered my courage, moved my head down a little, grabbed the entire breast with my right hand, squeezed it and brought it into my mouth. My lips touched my mother's nipple, and I felt
a slight itch. I then used the nipple to wiggle up and down against my lips. Stimulated and aroused, I suddenly opened my mouth and took my mother's nipple into my mouth.

After sucking for a while, I stuck out my tongue and touched my mother's nipple. Instantly, my mother's right breast trembled. The movement was a bit too big, and I was startled and
stopped. Looking at my mother, I felt that her breathing seemed to have become heavier and the temperature of her breath had risen. I felt as if I was being embraced by warm air.

After a while, I began to suckle my mother's nipple. Her nipple deeply touched my tongue, and the areola next to it was also touched. My head and tongue
were swirling around the upper part of her breast, while my right hand was also busy grasping my mother's right breast, making palm and finger movements, but the grasping force was still very light.

My tongue wasn't idle either; it was sucking. I opened my mouth wide, taking half of my mother's breast deep into it, my saliva soaking most of it. As
I pressed and sucked, my mother's heart pounded, and I could feel the rhythm of that throbbing in my mouth—a subtle, sensual art. My tongue sucked and teased
her nipple, playing with it like fingers, the pressure varying, and my mother's breast rose and fell with it.

I propped myself up slightly, grasping my mother's left breast with my left hand, while both hands attacked her firm, elastic breasts. I stopped sucking, enjoying
the feel of her soft, smooth breasts. For a moment, I held my hands above her nipples, palms just touching them
, and made quick, circular motions.

As my mother's nipple touched my palm, the sensation traveling from my palm to my heart was indescribable. The pleasure grew increasingly pleasurable, and my
movements became faster and faster, with the nipple rotating in my palm.

Waves of pleasure surged through my heart and mind. After rotating my palm, I switched to a flag-raising gesture, using my thumb
to rub my mother's nipple from the inside out with slightly more force. As I rubbed it vigorously, my mother shifted her body slightly, arching and moving closer to me. I was already
burning with desire, and my palm continued to rub.

Because my mother's breasts were large and firm, I brought her nipples together with both hands, rubbing them against each other with increasing force. I opened my mouth wide and took
both of her nipples into my mouth at once, my tongue intertwining between them. To make it easier for me to suckle my mother's breasts, I moved my body down a little,
moving closer together. I straddled my mother's leg with my left foot, and my lower body unconsciously, as if by inertia, pressed against my mother's smooth thigh, moving up and down
. However, the pleasure was not very intense.

However, I felt my penis burning hot, and all other external sensations paled in comparison to its heat. But the paler it seemed, the stronger my desire grew, the more intense it became.

The more I moved, the more intense the sensation became. Especially during the movement, I deliberately pulled my lower body back, exposing my genitals, so that my penis was in a penetrating position, or pressed downwards,
which made the sensation slightly more intense.

The sensation in my lower body surpassed the pleasure my lips felt from my mother's breasts, but my lips still unconsciously continued to lick my mother's breasts and the skin on her chest.

After rubbing my lower body for a while, I released my mother's large breasts with both hands and turned to caress the skin around her breasts. I stretched out
my tongue and licked from my mother's left breast to her right breast, my tongue tracing the skin on my mother's chest and slowly moving down to her neck.

I don't know why, but when I touched my mother's neck, I felt the veins there throb intensely. So I started sticking out
my tongue and sucking and rubbing it against her neck, sucking very hard, and her reaction was very obvious. I grew bolder, moving my body upwards, my hands
gripping near her ears, my tongue and saliva licking and sucking back and forth on her neck. My lower body moved further and further upwards, until half of my mother's lower abdomen was
pressed against my lower body.

The more I suckled, the stronger my mother's reaction became. I could feel her breath getting stronger, and her exhaled air made me feel a breath of air blowing over my head. At that moment
, I couldn't care less about anything else. I sucked and slowly kissed my mother's cheek. She just stuck out her tongue and drew on her face. Gradually, my lower body completely covered my mother
's lower body.

At this moment, my penis was very long and hard, pressing directly above my mother's private parts. I increased the force of my lower body movements, rubbing against her lower body
and feeling the bones of her lower body pressing against the bones on both sides of my body, which was a little painful. So I moved down a little, my penis almost pressing against my mother's soft and full private parts. We were both wearing
relatively thin clothes, and I could feel the heat from my mother's lower body surrounding my penis. The alternating hot and cold sensations during the movement were incredibly pleasant.

Amidst the sensations of hot and cold and the throbbing warmth of my mother's flesh, I moved my lower body more and more intensely. At this point, I had stopped sucking on my mother and propped myself up with my hands
to allow my lower body to have maximum contact with my mother's private parts.

As I moved my lower body, it was as if my mother was making love to me. Her body was being pushed up and down by my rather strong movements, and she was moving around on the bed.
My mother didn't make any other movements, she was just quiet, as if she was waiting for something. In fact, I already knew that my mother had been awake for a long time.

I gradually stopped this action and began kissing my mother's skin again, my body pressing closer to hers as I kissed her neck. My left hand
roamed and caressed her right side; her body was warm. After a while, my hand moved down, slipping under her skirt to knead her soft, slightly rounded buttocks. I then
moved to the outside of her thighs, caressing for less than two seconds before turning to her inner thighs, avoiding any contact with her genitals. Her inner thighs were very warm, and her skin was smooth to the touch.

My mother was wearing those thin, soft lace thongs. I stroked her inner thighs, enjoying the fullness of her flesh. Slowly, my hand unconsciously
moved to the area above her private parts. The area above her private parts was like a large steamed bun, very soft and warm, definitely no less pleasurable than touching her breasts
, each with its own unique characteristics.

I was very excited. I covered my mother's entire mons pubis with my left hand, while my lips kissed her body, skin, and every part of her breasts. My thumb
slipped inside her mons pubis from the side and began to knead it. At that time, it was still through her thin lace panties, but the area above the panties was already very
, very wet. When I pressed it, it felt moist, and my thumb was surrounded by a layer of liquid.

The more I rubbed and polished, the smoother it became. I rubbed it with my thumb with a little more force. My mother's body seemed to move quite strongly. I ignored her (actually, I
knew she was awake). Because she was on her side, I could only put two fingers inside to caress her underwear.

As I touched her, I lifted her panties with my thumb, letting it caress her plump mons pubis and soft pubic hair, exploring downwards with my fingers.
Her vulva was already quite wet, very slippery and moist; it felt like my entire thumb wasn't even touching it. At first, I just gently
slid it along, slowly sliding it. During this process, I touched a small clitoris, and I lingered there, increasing the pressure and starting to rub it.

My mother's lower body moved rhythmically as I caressed her vigorously. With each upward kneading, her delicate body would twitch. It was rhythmic and quite
alluring. As I continued kneading, I moved down to her clitoris and pressed harder. My thumb seemed to enter another world, penetrating a uniquely shaped...

world.

Indeed, inside my mother's honeyed cave, I withdrew my thumb and used my slightly longer index finger to insert into the smooth and tender flesh cave and began to thrust
in and out. My mother's plump honeyed cave was very moist, and the process of pressing my finger in and out gave me a unique feeling. At first, it was just slow, but then the strength and speed increased, and I thrust in and out continuously and forcefully.

My mother's lower body shifted constantly with my thrusting. As I thrust deeper, almost my entire index finger entered her honey hole. Her honey hole
seemed to be strongly sucking on my finger. After a few minutes of thrusting, I began to carefully feel the inner walls of her honey hole with my index finger. The inner walls were very smooth and moist
.

It was smoother than lubricant, so tender that I could feel the skin of the inner wall touching real flesh. I started moving in and out of the inner wall, and with a little force, I could feel
the rough texture of the inner wall. As I played with the inner wall, my mother felt it more intensely than before. The more intense it was, the harder I rubbed the inner wall. The speed was very fast and the force was very strong.
I felt my thumb getting very tired, but I was enjoying it. The strong response of my mother's body gave me a unique stimulation and thrill.

It lasted for about 10 minutes. A liquid leaked out of my mother's body. Why did that liquid feel a little cold? Maybe it was because my thumb was rubbing against the skin and it
felt warmer, making the liquid seem colder. When it leaked, my mother's lower body arched considerably, her torso and waist resembling a semi-arched bridge.

Mother is awake!

I was stunned for a moment, everything stopped. My mother moved back slightly, and I quickly pulled my hand out of her vagina. At that moment, my body was pressing against hers.
I froze, not knowing what to say or do... that was all I could do. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. I didn't dare look at my mother's expression, so I
lowered my head. My mother just stood there for a moment, then looked at me, and I looked at her too.

My mother paused there, as if she were thinking about something, or perhaps angry, or perhaps waiting for something. At that moment, my heart had completely turned cold,
and I had even lost all feeling in my penis.

Looking back, that moment was actually very short, about 30 seconds, but the mixed feelings I had at the time made me feel like every second was a cruel joke, every millisecond was being counted
.

Suddenly, my mother grabbed my head and thrust her long tongue into my mouth. Caught off guard by this unexpected attack, I was stunned. But my mother seemed incredibly
enthusiastic; her delicate tongue darted into my mouth, and I almost couldn't breathe. She pulled me close to her.

Ten seconds later, I regained consciousness and began to kiss my mother's warm, moist lips with all my might. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and licked her soft, cherry-like lips, while my mother extended her
small tongue and gently rubbed against the tip of mine. As I enjoyed the kiss, I caressed my mother's firm, supple buttocks. My mother breathed softly,
intermittent moans escaping from the corners of her mouth as we entwined in our wet kiss. Her smooth, fragrant tongue entwined with mine, sucking hard. My mother twisted her lower body excitedly, her eyes closed as if she were
panting uncontrollably.

I pulled down my mother's thin, smooth lace panties, stroked her soft pubic hair, and explored downwards with my fingers.
As I parted her labia and rubbed the soft flesh that wrapped around my fingers, my mother let out a soft moan and hugged me tightly. I played with her sensitive clitoris with my fingers, and my mother frowned, her clitoris swelling with desire
. My fingers began to circle around her wet, honeyed entrance.

"No... I can't take it anymore..."

My mother seemed to exert a great deal of effort to pull away from my mouth, letting out low, intermittent moans. I inserted my fingers into her smooth, fleshy opening and began to thrust in and out.

"Ah...uh...no..."

My mother's round bottom trembled as if she had been electrocuted, and she hugged me tightly.

"Help me take off my underwear."

I leaned close to my mother's ear and gently nibbled on her white, jade-like earlobe.

My mother changed her position, her small hands quickly removing my underwear. Her delicate body slid down, lying flat on the bed, her long legs slightly parted. With the help of
the moonlight streaming in from the window, my nightgown slid down to my full, alluring thighs, completely revealing my two plump, snow-white buttocks. Above my almost translucent
, snow-white thighs was a high, rounded mons pubis. The white skin and dark pubic hair exuded a stimulation I couldn't resist. The thick, curly, dark brown pubic hair formed an inverted triangle covering
the high, rounded mons pubis. The protruding crotch, dark reddish-black, bulged slightly outwards, and the two smooth labia, like budding flower petals, protruded high, the barely visible cleft brimming
with desire.

I excitedly embraced my mother's full, rounded buttocks and kissed her fiery cherry lips. My mother responded passionately with her tongue, using practiced skill. I gently...

The penis teased the mother's clitoris and phalanges, making her extremely sensitive, and the constant flow of love fluid almost completely soaked her private parts.

My mother lifted her buttocks and writhed as if she could hardly bear it. Her long legs, which had been straight, bent at the knees to support her raised buttocks. This position allowed me to clearly see the light pink
fleshy opening. The pink fleshy walls opened and exuded a moist sheen. As my mother writhed her raised buttocks, I rubbed around her anus with my fingers.

"Ah...don't do that...it tickles..."

When I rubbed it with my fingers, the previously tight opening opened into a dark little hole, and even twitched slightly. I moved my middle finger, which was rubbing my anus, downwards and
entered through the wet opening.

My mother thrust her round buttocks back and twisted forcefully. The moment my finger entered her fleshy hole, the tender flesh near the entrance immediately pressed against it. The fleshy hole was already
as wet as a flood. My finger continued to penetrate deeper into her soft fleshy hole and rotate.

"Oh...oh dear...son, you're so naughty..."

My mother wiggled her hips, and sticky nectar kept overflowing from her honey hole. I pulled out my wet fingers and
kissed her breasts, which looked particularly full on her slender body. I parted my mother's thick black pubic hair and saw her pinkish-brown labia. My fingers went into the wet crevice.

"Ah...ah..."

My mother's soft breasts began to sway. I put her cherry-like nipples in my mouth and inserted my fingers into her slit. My mother's plump buttocks bounced upwards, and her slit
opened completely, the tender flesh inside wriggling around my fingers.

"Ah... I... I can't take it anymore..."

My mother writhed her body, eagerly grabbing my erect penis. Her slender white fingers gripped it tightly as she gasped, "Son, use...use
your...use...use me..."

Hearing my mother's lewd moans, my thick, dark penis throbbed with erection, its veins pulsating. A trickle of clear fluid oozed from the tip of my glans.
I looked down at my mother's mons pubis; her snow-white inner thighs and the area around her pink vulva were soaked in milky white vaginal fluid. Sparse, curly
pubic hair, glistening with the fluid, clung to the vulva. Her two pink labia, swollen from engorgement, parted lasciviously, forming a crimson crevice. I could vaguely see
the small labia, glistening with clear, viscous fluid. Her tender clitoris twitched slightly within the delicate labia minora, and a constant trickle of fluid seeped from the vulva, making the entire
honeyed orifice appear crystal clear and radiant with a pink glow, creating an extremely lewd scene.

My lust was fully aroused by my mother. I lifted her fair, white thighs with my large hands, raising her round buttocks slightly, exposing her honey hole completely to me
. I thrust my erect penis straight in, the glans touching the soft, moist, and warm crevice. I spread her labia and plunged straight into the deep, slippery crevice until it
was completely inside. Her honey hole reflexively tightened around my penis, and her fair buttocks also clenched tightly. The sensation of my penis being gripped by her honey hole made me tremble with pleasure. I
forcefully thrust my glans forward, reaching the entrance of her cervix.

"Ah...it's all inside...oh...it feels so full..."

My mother straightened her delicate body, her fair arms tightly embracing my shoulders. My penis was fully inserted and enveloped by her hot and moist vagina. Although her vagina
was not as tight as a virgin's, it still tightly bound my penis, which felt indescribably comfortable.

As my penis entered my mother's mature body, the overwhelming pleasure made her close her eyes in ecstasy. The fullness inside her honey hole made her straighten her body.
I gently placed my hand behind her head and lifted it upwards. She opened her eyes and looked at me with slight surprise.

"Good mom, look."

I raised her head a little higher, and she saw the thick, hard penis deeply inserted into her honey hole. Her two tender lips were helplessly forced apart, and the large
glans pressed tightly against the narrow opening of her flesh. Her rosy, tender flesh received the contact of the penis, and she moaned shyly, "You...you're so bad...you're such a bad
son...doing it on your mother...and making me watch..."

As my mother groaned, her long legs kicked wildly, and her full breasts trembled slightly, teasing me.

My mother's raised mons pubis allowed my penis to penetrate deep into her honey hole. I embraced my mother's hot body. My mother's eyes were closed, her slender white fingers pressed tightly against my arm,
her lower lip bitten, and soft moans escaped from her nostrils. Her firm, snow-white breasts stood tall in front of her soft chest, her nipples a bright red. Her skin was smooth and delicate,
her curves graceful and beautiful, making me dizzy with beauty.

I brazenly placed my hands on my mother's full, soft breasts, cupping and kneading them, and gently tugging at her nipples with my thumb and forefinger.

Stimulated, my penis hardened, and my mother began to moan softly, her body trembling. Her long legs loosened slightly, and I spread her legs into a large V shape with both hands. Her moist,
light pink labia tightly enveloped my penis, opening and closing slightly.

I lay on my mother's curvaceous body, gazing at her beautiful face. I slightly withdrew my penis, lowered my head, and kissed her luscious lips. My tongue pried open her white
teeth and quickly slipped into her warm mouth, searching for her fragrant tongue. My mother's smooth, jelly-like tongue intertwined with mine.
I rubbed my chest muscles against her firm breasts, my legs stretched and writhed, pressing against her soft, white legs. My hands teased the base of her long, slender thighs, my glans pressing and
rubbing against her tender flesh. My mother's body writhed, her slender hands embracing me on top of her. Her fragrant tongue entered my mouth, entwining and sucking. Her round breasts trembled slightly with her soft panting
, her round buttocks swaying and thrusting, wanting to welcome my penis into her honeyed cave to relieve the itch.

With my right hand, I lifted my mother's thigh, bending it against her soft breasts. With my left hand, I guided my penis
deep into her moist, alluring crevice, the glans roughly plunging into her tender honeypot. My scrotum slammed against her white buttocks with each powerful thrust, making a "slap, slap, slap" sound.
With each friction between my penis and the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, my mother's body convulsed. With each convulsion, her warm, tight honeypot clenched tightly, her cervix like a small mouth sucking at the deeply
inserted penis. My mother went limp and collapsed. On the bed, I let my penis freely enter and exit her honey hole. To last longer, I changed my method, first slowly
pulling my penis out until only the glans was at the entrance of her honey hole, then forcefully and rapidly inserting it deep into her flower core. With each thrust, the bright red, soft flesh inside her honey hole
turned in and out with the movement of my penis. My mother's delicate body trembled, her legs stretched wildly, her round buttocks shook violently, her hands and feet tightly wrapped around my waist, desperately pressing my buttocks, and forcefully thrusting her mons
pubis upwards, making her honey hole tightly welcome my penis, leaving no gap.

I forcefully pulled out and thrust in again, rotating my hips so that the head of my penis rubbed against the tender flesh inside her honeyed cave. My penis thrust in and out rapidly within her opening and closing honeyed cave, making my mother
pant softly, her eyes glazed with desire. Her fleshy, tender white body convulsed and spasmed, covered in fragrant sweat, panting heavily: "Mmm...ah...so...so beautiful..."

A steady stream of her juices soaked a large patch of the bedsheet as it flowed down her round buttocks. I held her tightly, my chest pressing against her full, firm breasts, feeling their soft yet firm texture
and incredible elasticity. My penis thrust in and out of her warm, tight honeypot with vigorous strokes. Her tender, tight honeypot sucked at the head of my penis, and she moaned wantonly, "You little rascal...you're
so good...Mommy...Mommy loves you so much..."

My mother thrust her round buttocks forward desperately to cooperate with me.

"Oh...that's great...oh...I can't take it anymore...ah..."

Suddenly, my mother opened her cherry-like mouth and bit my shoulder. A gush of vaginal fluid gushed out, and I felt my glans being stimulated by a large amount of heat. My back began to ache
and feel numb. My penis throbbed a few times in her hot vagina, and my glans swelled up, reaching into her uterus. The scalding stimulation, combined with the suction of my mother's tightening vagina, gave me a strong
urge to ejaculate. My glans went numb, and I ejaculated my first semen, stored up for over twenty years, into my mother.

After I finished, my mother and I rested like this. She leaned against my chest, her hand lingering gently on it. I softly kissed
her beautiful, dark hair…

Life will be better from now on, a brand new life!

【over】

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