Having sex with mom is more pleasurable than having sex with wife

My mother is a gynecologist, 1.68 meters tall, with a shapely figure. She introduced me to her when I first had sex with her; she said she was my biological father.
My father only had sex with her once, but his penis was pitifully small: a little over two inches long and as thick as my little finger. Although he could ejaculate normally, (just...)
Cleverly, my mother got pregnant with me, but I didn't break her hymen!
That's why my mother decided to break up with her boyfriend and chose a C-section when she gave birth to me, thus preserving her virginity. By a twist of fate, she and my father...
She never married after the breakup, and she left me with her virginity and her virgin pussy!
My mother didn't lie to me, because the first time I had sex with her, it really was covered in blood!
I grew up relying on my mother, and we slept together at night. When I was ten years old, I touched my mother's breast and felt a strange sensation.
My little penis was very firm, and it felt so soft and comfortable against my belly. From then on, my mother let me sleep alone and no longer exposed it in front of me.
Body.
As I grew older, around thirteen or fourteen, I began to understand some things about relationships between men and women, and so I started paying attention to my mother's body. For some reason, my mother...
Mom seemed to be avoiding me even more.
Later, I resorted to masturbation to relieve my urges, and at the same time, I paid even more attention to my mother's beauty. Sometimes at night, I would look at the parts of her body that were occasionally exposed, and I would feel unbearable pain.
It was unusual, but I never dared to do anything reckless.
One sweltering summer morning when I was sixteen, I woke up very early. Because of the heat, my mother was only covered by a sheet around her waist and abdomen; her chest...
Her thighs were completely bare; through my hazy vision, I could only see their pristine whiteness. Before I could look any further, my mother noticed and quickly put on her clothes. But, in that short time...
My eyes kept my penis from behaving itself all day, and my heart was restless too!
I deliberately moved closer to my mother, and my words reflected this as well. My clever mother seemed to understand my intentions, and her behavior changed from usual:
Her tone was gentle and sweet, and a blush would occasionally flit across her face!
Sure enough, that night Mom put her pillow next to mine and took off her bra while sleeping, leaving her body uncovered!
I was overjoyed. After lying down, I started to approach my mother. When I asked to touch her breasts, she smiled shyly and didn't agree.
Despite her protests, I placed my hand on my mother's chest and gently stroked it several times. My mother began to breathe heavily, and I immediately pulled back her blanket, this time for direct contact.
Looking away, I saw my mother, slender yet full-figured, neither too plump nor too thin, her body displaying a breathtakingly perfect balance.
Just right.
Then look at her skin, it's snow-white, delicate, and smooth like cream.
No matter where you touch it, it's always the same soft and elastic.
I couldn't help but hug my mother tightly and kiss her cheeks, neck, breasts, belly, legs, and feet passionately.
Mom started writhing and moaning, grabbing my chest muscles, hugging my lower back, putting her arms around my shoulders, grabbing my penis, and taking off her own underwear!
I said softly, "Mom, let me take it off for you," and Mom agreed in a sweet voice.
It's off! The sacred place of my mother, which I've been longing for day and night, is now fully revealed before my eyes!
But what one sees is: a full, white, and delicate triangle, soft, supple, and tender to the touch, with evenly distributed, lustrous pubescent hair, its sheen lovely.
Below, the two full labia majora, like tender lotus roots emerging from water, are perfectly shaped and symmetrical, extremely elastic. Gently parting them with your hand, an unopened flower smiles in welcome.
Then I, a true tender bud waiting to bloom, delicate and beautiful.
I dare say there is absolutely nothing in the world more beautiful than this!
I couldn't resist pressing my lips to hers, kissing, sucking, and probing with my tongue, hooking and swirling. My mother couldn't hold back any longer; she gasped, moaned, and screamed.
I felt a warm sensation on my face, and when I looked up, I saw a milky white liquid gushing from my mother's vagina. I could no longer hold back, suppressing my urgency...
I asked softly, "Mom, will you let me...?" My mother replied sweetly, "My dear son, I've wanted to let you have me for so long..." Before she could finish, I pressed my lips firmly against hers.
Amidst a flurry of passionate kisses on those soft, tender lips, my mother and I embraced in perfect unison.
My mother and I were breathing heavily. Her body was trembling slightly. She had completely lost her usual composure and was urgently calling out to me: "Son, hurry!"
Oh no, Mom can't take it anymore. So I knelt between Mom's legs, supporting my upper body with one hand.
He grasped the engorged, six-inch-long penis in one hand, which was already swollen as if it were about to burst, and deeply inserted it into his mother's flower-like little hole.
Ah, so tight and soft, so warm and moist, I couldn't help but thrust in and out with all my might. My mother first let out a painful groan, then twisted her body, raised her hips, and moaned softly.
I screamed... What does it mean to be like a fish in water? What does it mean to feel like you're dying and being in heaven? At this moment, I experienced it all at once!
I thrust in and out more than a hundred times, trying my best to hold back the semen that might ejaculate at any moment, and continued to thrust rapidly and forcefully. My mother's whole body was moving non-stop.
Twisting and thrusting her hips upwards to meet my powerful, overwhelming impact.
The mother writhed and moaned softly, occasionally letting out a loud scream!
He continued thrusting, continued writhing, continued moaning, continued screaming.
I stopped thrusting, knelt up, and pulled my now even harder penis out of my mother's tender vagina. Then I looked between her legs.
The milky white love fluid mixed with the bright red blood, the two colors clearly distinct. I disregarded this, gently lifting my mother's white buttocks with my right hand, turning her over so that...
She knelt down, supporting herself on her elbows, her buttocks raised high. I thrust forward forcefully from behind, followed by a series of rapid, forceful thrusts, then Mom...
After Mom screamed loudly and thrust in dozens of times, followed by dozens of screams, I changed tactics: I grabbed Mom's slender waist with both hands and flipped her over again.
I lay on my back, then used both hands to spread my mother's two white legs apart and lift them upwards. I knelt down, about a foot away from my mother.
Push forward rapidly and forcefully!
At the same time, Mom let out a scream that was almost a scream. This time, Mom's scream was distorted and her voice was out of shape.
After dozens more frantic thrusts and pounding, and dozens more wild moans of various kinds, I pressed my mother's legs down again, restoring her body to its original position.
Returning to the supine position, I straddled my mother's body with my legs spread on either side, and once again, I thrust in and out with a frenzied, storm-like pace, this time increasing the speed to...
It reached its extreme, like a sudden storm, like a flurry of drums and gongs, like a stampede of ten thousand horses.
After hundreds of thrusts, my mother's various moans were exhausted, and we held each other tightly again, followed by another rapid and frenzied exchange.
As I thrust, Mom said, "Son, husband, come on!" I sped up, thrusting rapidly for a while, then arched my back and used my hips...
With a final downward thrust, his penis plunged deep inside, and with a complete relaxation, he ejaculated a stream of hot semen into his mother's body. After several slow lifts...
Then he lay still on his mother's body.
Mom held me tightly, unwilling to let go, and I hugged Mom tightly, unwilling to let go either.
After a while, Mom rolled over and pinned me down, grabbed my penis, and, ignoring the semen and bloodstains on it, took it all into her mouth.
She sucked hard, licked with her tongue, arousing me to an erection. I rolled over and thrust twice into my mother's tender bud, like a dew-kissed flower. It went on like this for about...
Every half hour, we went to bed. By the ninth time, it was already broad daylight. My mother and I reluctantly got up, had a sweet conversation, and gazed at each other with deep affection.
They embraced intimately, and the same thing happened again that night.
My mother said, "Thank God, I only inherited my father's strong physique, not his almost disabled 'young rooster' (a term used to describe someone who is physically weak and spinal). I am even more content because..."
Not only did I enjoy my mother's stunningly beautiful body, but what satisfied me even more was that I had the privilege of witnessing this almost unique and extraordinary event: my son...
I regained my mother's virginity!!!
Seven years later, I got married, but I still enjoy making love with my mother once a week, and that has continued for another 20 years.
Although my mother is twenty years older than me and is now nearing sixty, she still retains her charm and looks about my age. She also has a strong sex drive and has intercourse once a week.
She still needs to "endure" for two more days, each time accompanied by soft moans and overflowing vaginal fluid.
My mother and I have talked about this before. My mother said it was because of the nourishment of my young semen that she has maintained her youthful appearance.
I know this is her way of expressing her satisfaction.
I also wish my mother good health, long life, eternal youth, and that we will love each other forever.
My wife is young and beautiful, my mother is stunningly gorgeous, and I have an incredibly strong sex drive. Now over 40, I still enjoy myself every night. Perhaps it's because of...
I visit my mother less often, perhaps because I need to be somewhat discreet with my wife when I'm with her (my wife knows about my relationship with my mother; she's very understanding and approves of it).
This deep bond between mother and child—she gets along very well with my mother—makes each visit feel as wonderful as the first!
I'm so lucky!
Thank God for giving me two beautiful women, and thank you both for your true affection! [The End]

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