I fantasize about having sex with my mother.

After school that day, I played basketball outside for a long time. It was getting dark when I slowly walked home, thinking to myself: "Mom's going to nag me for ages .
I'd better sneak home and lie in bed first! If she asks, I'll just say I came home a while ago, and she just didn't notice me while she was cooking."

Having made up my mind, I quietly took the key and slowly opened the door like a thief, then slipped inside. Unexpectedly, I heard a man's voice coming from inside: "Xiangxiang (my mother
's nickname), this dress looks really good on you."

Ah! It's Dad's voice. He's back from his business trip.

I followed the sound and looked toward my parents' bedroom. Their bedroom door was slightly ajar, and I peeked through the crack. I saw my mother wearing a
light-colored dress, turning around in front of the mirror, while my father lay on the bed, looking at her with a happy expression.

"This dress must be expensive, right? I've told you not to waste money, but you never listen," Mom said, admiring herself in the mirror.

"It's not expensive, only a little over three hundred. Look at you, you look like a twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old girl in it."

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked closely at my mother. Wow, I'd never noticed before how beautiful she was. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded over her plain white
dress, her slender waist swayed gently, and her small feet, clad in flesh-colored stockings, moved slightly in her cream-colored high heels. Although time
had left some faint marks on her face, her skin remained so delicate and fair. Occasionally, she would turn her head and smile at my father, her crescent-shaped eyes
fluttering gently—truly captivating.

Suddenly, Dad got out of bed, hugged Mom's slender waist from behind, and whispered, "Wife, I missed you so much while I was away." As he spoke, he gently
kissed Mom's earlobe.

Mom nudged Dad: "Not now, how about tonight? It wouldn't be good if the child saw it."

Dad continued kissing Mom: "What are you afraid of? Both girls have gone to evening self-study, and who knows when our son will come back from his wild days. We just need to hurry
." Mom didn't say anything more. Seeing that Mom had given her consent, Dad picked her up and put her on the bed.

My eyes widened immediately. I had only ever seen descriptions of sex in books before, and they were always vague. Now I was actually going to see it performed live? Even though
it was my parents, I was still very excited.

I saw that Dad had already unbuttoned the back of Mom's dress, and then slowly pulled the dress down to her waist, revealing Mom's snow-white bra
. Mom closed her eyes, and her two legs, covered in stockings, slowly spread apart.

Dad knelt in front of Mom's thighs and pulled up the hem of her dress, compressing it into a flat strip
, like a scarf tied around her waist. She wore a light red pair of panties, with a gap between the panties and stockings, through which her snow-white thighs
bulged slightly.

Dad lowered his head, stretched out his tongue, and gently sucked on the exposed thigh. Then he bit one end of the stocking with his teeth and slowly pulled his knees
back until they reached near Mom's ankles before letting go. One of Mom's stockings had been completely removed, and it was shimmering from her thigh to her foot
—the saliva marks left by Dad.

Dad followed suit and took off Mom's other stocking in the same way. Now, both of Mom's stockings were crowded around her ankles,
a dense pile of stockings on her milky white high heels, and above that were Mom's beautifully curved, snow-white calves.

My father had already grabbed my mother's calf with one hand and lifted it high, so that my mother's legs were spread wide apart. One of her milky white high heels
stood straight up to the sky, while the other high heel lay softly on the headboard, looking extremely lewd. Several
black pubic hairs peeked out from the edge of my mother's light red panties, and I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Dad placed his hand on the center of Mom's panties and gently stroked it, causing Mom to involuntarily sway her body. Dad smiled softly at Mom
, then placed his hand on her bra, not in a hurry to take it off, but stroking it back and forth.

The mother reacted even more strongly; she grabbed the father's head and pressed it against her breasts. The father, taking advantage of the situation, bit down on the mother's bra and pulled it up with his mouth.
Suddenly, the mother's two breasts sprang out, positioned on either side of the father's chin, the two brownish-red nipples standing erect against his beard.

The cheeks were messy.

Although my mother gave birth to the three of us siblings, strangely enough, her breasts were not soft and inelastic as described in books. Instead, her tender white breasts
stood upright with a slight curve, and her two slightly dark nipples swayed from side to side as my father kissed them.

Mom hugged Dad's head tighter, pressing it forcefully against her breasts. One of her legs was still held up in mid-air by Dad, her milky-white high heel
swaying restlessly as his tongue licked it. Dad then turned his head slightly, gently biting one of Mom's nipples with his teeth, and licking
the nipple in his mouth back and forth with his tongue. Mom couldn't help but let out a soft "ah," and her thigh arched upwards in response.

Dad's lower body wasn't idle either. He placed his knee between Mom's parted legs and slowly rubbed it. Mom's long eyelashes
trembled on her tightly closed eyes, and her small lips emitted increasingly heavy breaths.

The father held the mother's small foot, still clad in high heels, high in one hand, while his other hand slipped inside her underwear. He
kneaded the protruding pelvic bone between her legs. The mother opened her eyes, suddenly pressing down on the hand that was inside her underwear, and whispered, "Dad, hurry
up, or our son will see us when he gets back."

Dad moved his mouth away from Mom's nipple, nodded, and without taking his hand out of Mom's underwear, simply pulled it down
to her calves. Mom twisted her body, managing to pull the underwear off between her legs, which were lying flat on the bed. Now, only one side of the underwear was loosely
hanging on her small foot, which Dad had lifted up.

I stared intently at my mother's now completely exposed vulva. Her vulva was long and narrow, the labia still a lovely pink
. Some glossy black pubic hair curled in an inverted triangle above her vulva, while below it was her dark brown anus, the bud
tightly contracted inwards as if by some centripetal force, leaving only a small black opening. But above the bud, the opposite was true; the two large labia were stretched open
, turning outwards with great effort, and some glistening fluid clung to the center of the labia, forming several swaying strands.

Dad didn't take Mom's underwear off her feet, leaving it hanging on her calves. The light red underwear against Mom's fair legs, paired with her
milky white high heels covered in flesh-colored stockings, made me unconsciously reach into my pants and start stroking my already erect penis.

At this moment, Dad seemed unable to hold back any longer. He held up one of Mom's small feet with one hand, and with the other hand, he quickly pulled down his pants, revealing his
large, erect penis. Mom's breathing became more rapid, and she reached out and grasped Dad's penis, stroking it up and down.

As Dad let Mom caress his penis with her slender little hands, he leaned down and kissed her lips. Mom
responded passionately with her tongue, kissing him while rubbing her two snow-white thighs together. More and more glistening strands of moisture appeared between her labia,
gradually gathering into droplets that slowly slid down her labia.

Dad could no longer restrain himself. He stood up abruptly, thrusting his thick penis into Mom's vagina. Mom immediately hugged Dad's back
, crying out, "Ah! Gently, gently, it hurts a little!" As she spoke, her large, watery eyes wrinkled slightly, showing a
hint of delicate pain.

Dad chuckled softly and indeed slowed his movements. Mom's labia majora tightly enveloped Dad's penis, and with each
slow, gentle thrust, the labia opened and closed, a truly beautiful sight.

After a while, Dad's penis, which he had been thrusting in and out of, was glistening. It was unclear whether it was from his own secretions or from the constant flow of
fluid from Mom. Mom's little legs, stretched out in the air, began to tremble, and her light red panties swayed back and forth. Upon closer inspection,
the center of the turned-up panties appeared slightly darker; it must have been the secretions that had seeped out from Dad's earlier caresses.

"Mmm...ah..." Mom closed her eyes again, letting out soft moans, her dangling leg bending back and forth. Dad simply
hoisted Mom's leg over his shoulder, one hand kneading her snow-white breasts while the other supported him on the bed as he thrust back and forth. With a "smack," Mom, hanging on Dad...

My dad's high heel fell off his shoulder, which startled me, but my parents seemed not to hear it and continued moving around.

Dad turned his head to the side, kissing Mom's small feet beneath her flesh-colored stockings as he continued thrusting into her vagina. Mom's toes
stood stiffly upright inside the stockings, as she offered the back of her foot to Dad's mouth while using her big toe to hook Dad's cheek. Dad then turned and bit Mom's
toes, savoring the scent of her small feet through the stockings. The stockings were soon soaked with Dad's saliva, and his genitals were also
wet with Mom's vaginal fluid.

Dad then lifted Mom's other leg and placed it on his shoulder. Now, both of Mom's legs were resting on Dad's shoulders, and her pair of fair and tender buttocks
were almost completely suspended in the air. Mom's lower body was entirely supported and suspended by Dad's penis.

Suddenly, Dad let out a low cry, half-squatting up and increasing the speed of his thrusts. Mom's legs and buttocks were almost vertically erect
. Dad's kisses on Mom's toes were no longer kisses, but more like biting. Before Mom could even let out a cry of pain, Dad stopped thrusting,
his mouth moving away from Mom's feet. Then, Dad lowered Mom's legs, leaned back, and his penis
slid out of Mom's still-flowing, wet vagina. Dad exhaled, lying limply on the bed, his wet penis still throbbing and dripping milky white fluid.

Mom opened her eyes, a hint of disappointment in her voice, and asked, "You've arrived?"

"Hmm." This time, Dad closed his eyes and nodded.

Mom sighed softly, "This time... how come you're so fast?"

"Sigh! I don't know either. Maybe it's because I haven't done it in a long time, so it came out quickly."

The mother didn't say anything more. She silently sat up, and a large amount of milky white fluid flowed from between her labia. "Get up quickly and go wash
. Your son hasn't come back yet. You should talk to him later."

"Hmm." Dad kept his eyes closed.

Mom sighed again, slowly pulling her underwear down from her feet, then her stockings.
Several deep teeth marks from Dad's bites were visible on her small, white toes. She rubbed her toes, then placed the stockings between her legs, wiping away the semen still flowing from her vulva, and said, "I
'm going to take a shower now." Dad didn't answer, but instead began to snore. Mom gave him a resentful look, then stood up.

I immediately stopped masturbating and ran to the kitchen to hide. I heard my mother go into the bathroom, so I sneaked to the bathroom door. She probably saw no one was home,
so the door wasn't closed. I saw her standing there naked from the waist down, her face flushed, her bra still on. She was standing there, her hand on her genitals
, rubbing back and forth, biting her lip tightly, trying not to make a sound. Soon, beads of sweat appeared on her face, and
clear droplets of moisture began to drip from her labia.

Suddenly, Mom leaned her head back against the wall, and her fingers were inserted into her vagina. She moved her fingers in and out of her vagina, her eyes tightly closed
, her nostrils flaring as she breathed softly. Thin, silvery lines of fluid were left on her fingers as they were pulled in and out, and gradually even her thighs were covered in her vaginal
fluid.

Suddenly, Mom's thigh stiffened, and she cried out, "Ah!" Her fingers moved even faster inside her vagina. Two tears slowly rolled down her cheeks, whether
from excitement or from Dad, it was hard to tell. She finally stopped moving, exhaled a long breath, and pulled her hand out of her vagina. Looking at the water
stains on her hand, Mom shook her head, then turned on the tap and began to take a shower.

I dared not watch any longer, afraid that she would see me when she came out of the shower, so I secretly went out of the house again and waited outside for half an hour before returning home. As soon as I entered the door, I
saw my mother. She was still wearing that dress, but she wasn't wearing stockings and had changed her shoes to slippers.

Sure enough, as soon as Mom saw me, she asked, "Where have you been again? You even forgot to eat? Don't you help Mom with any chores? Oh! Your dad's back,
he's sleeping inside! Keep your voices down while you eat and shower! Your dad's tired from his business trip! Don't wake him!" I thought to myself, "What business trip? He's clearly
tired from making love with you." But I didn't dare say anything back, and obediently ate my meal and then took a shower.

In the bathroom, thinking about how his mother had just masturbated there, his penis became erect. Remembering that his mother wasn't wearing stockings when he came back, he quickly put them in the washing machine in the bathroom.

While searching, I unexpectedly found not only the stockings my mother had used to wipe her labia, but also the light red underwear she wore during sex.

Overjoyed, I grabbed my mother's panties with one hand, turned them inside out, and inhaled the scent of her genitals. With the other hand, I held her stockings and stroked my penis.
When I brought the panties to my lips, a slightly fishy, salty taste reached my tongue. I suddenly remembered that my mother had wet these panties.
This excited me even more. The slippery stockings rubbed against my penis, and soon, the semen I had been holding back gushed out!

I quickly took a shower and went back to my room. All night I dreamt of my mother's naked body and me making love. It's a pity it was just a dream...

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