I am proud of my mother

I married my wife Mara last year, and she is currently pregnant and at her mother's house awaiting delivery. I haven't had sex for about two months, so I've started masturbating while fantasizing about my wife to relieve my sexual frustration. But gradually, I've found it difficult to become aroused
when I think of my wife .

At that moment, I discovered a strange desire deep within me—why not try out the scenarios from the incest novel I'd read the night before?
The female protagonist in it looked so much like my forty-five-year-old mother! Thinking of this, my penis became incredibly erect, and I jumped out of bed quickly, rushing down the hallway to the master bedroom
, hoping to see my sexy and beautiful mother lying on the bed in an alluring sleeping position.

My father is away on a business trip these days, and I think my mother must be very lonely. I slowly pushed open the door to the master bedroom and looked inside. My mother was lying lazily
in the middle of the double bed, the sheet softly covering her delicate body as she slept. The thought of my father being away filled me with a surge of joy. I slowly
walked into my mother's bed and gazed at this sleeping beauty with adoration. She was so beautiful, so sensual.

I couldn't resist going up to her, gently pulling off the sheet, and gazing at my mother's sexy breasts, tightly wrapped in her underwear. They were
breasts far fuller and more shapely than my wife Mara's. I wanted to caress and suckle those beautiful protrusions, but what I wanted to see even more was my mother's beautiful vulva hidden beneath her snow-white thighs. So I
slowly lifted the sheet covering my mother's thighs.

To my ecstatic delight, when I pulled back the sheet, I found my sleeping mother's legs spread wide. When her beautiful vulva, neatly covered with pubic hair, was revealed before
me, my heart began to pound. With trembling hands, I parted my mother's wet, swollen labia, gazing at her overflowing vulva, pondering the
unspoken, hungry sexual signals my mother was unconsciously emitting. This naked, wide-open mother had appeared countless times in my fantasies.

When my hand moved to my mother's buttocks, I was able to see her entire naked vulva. What a beautiful protrusion it was! I stared at it
for several seconds, unwilling to look away. The alluring mature woman on the bed, though over forty, seemed untouched by time. Her delicate, mature body resembled that of
a charming young woman, surpassing even the young models in "Teenage" magazines in beauty. So, with a lewd smile playing on my lips, I gently climbed onto the bed and
knelt between my mother's spread thighs.

I gently inhaled the sandalwood scent emanating from my mother's entrance, a scent so intoxicating and different from my wife's, and found it heartbreaking. Carefully, I
parted my mother's smooth, sexy, long thighs further with my hands, then bent down to kiss the narrow, glistening vulva. I curled my tongue, freely entering and exiting
the tender, beautiful passage within; the sensation was irresistible, even to him.

At the same time, I began to knead my mother's bare abdomen and smooth, sexy inner thighs, and to stroke her damp, curly pubic hair with my fingertips.

I could feel the heat emanating from my mother's vulva; I was completely captivated by the voluptuous body before me. So, I raised my head, reached out and stroked my mother's
neatly arranged pubic hair, slowly inserting my fingers into her beautiful opening. My mother moaned softly, instinctively responding to the external assault; it seemed that she, fast asleep,
was surely having a lewd dream of intercourse.

Then I inserted my second finger into my mother's honey hole, thrusting in and out of her beautiful sleeping body while closely observing her reactions. Before
long, her honey hole was thoroughly developed and became very wet, with honey flowing out from my hand and soaking the sheets beneath us.

Greedy as I was, I bent down once more, greedily sucking the sandalwood-scented, delicious nectar. Just as my nimble tongue was moving in and out of my mother's smooth vagina,
she opened her eyes. When she saw her son's head working diligently between her spread thighs, what an intoxicating sensation it was! Although she
knew this shouldn't be happening, the feeling, enough to drive one to madness, compelled her to give in. While enjoying immense excitement, she grasped
my head, pressing it tightly against her thirsty entrance.

Like other mothers, my mother felt a profound sense of loss and jealousy when I got married. She couldn't accept that her beloved son had suddenly been
taken away by another stranger. She had also fantasized about the day I would leave my wife and return to her, even though she knew such thoughts were wicked. Now
, her own son was holding her captive, beginning to do what her heart had longed for, and this filled her with extreme excitement.

When I covered her fragrant mouth with my hot lips, passionately swirling my tongue to suck the intoxicating nectar, my mother couldn't help but tremble all over, moaning softly.
Burning with desire, she didn't care about any sense of shame. Her entrance was stretched wider by her son's head, and the secretions of mother and son's lust flowed out continuously. At this moment, I was
like a thirsty male dog, sucking on the honey secreted for her.

I pressed my hands firmly against my mother's buttocks so that my tongue could penetrate her honey hole to the maximum extent. With continuous effort, the tip of my tongue was able to
approach the exit that had given me life. My superb tongue skills made my mother feel like she was dying of pleasure.

I rode passionately between my mother's legs, wishing I could shove my whole head into her vagina. When my nimble tongue once again curled and plunged deep into her honeyed depths
, my mother suddenly stiffened, her almond-shaped eyes glazed over as she reached her first orgasm.

My mother, lost in a daze, entered a world of bliss that belonged only to her and her son. My tongue, like a penis, moved in and out of her tender, trembling honey pot, and
the immense waves of incestuous pleasure filled her intoxicated heart. The mother-son relationship that transcended ethics brought her unprecedented pleasure. As we reveled in
each other's bodies, we no longer regarded the mother-son relationship as an obstacle, but rather enjoyed the pleasure of love like a pair of lovers in the throes of passion.

With each touch of my nose, my mother's clitoris reacted noticeably, her moans grew louder, and her vagina began to tremble
, making it increasingly difficult for me to breathe. Before long, I was also close to reaching a state of ecstasy.

"Ahhhhh! Suck me, my good son! Suck me hard with your lips! I'm coming, ohhhhhh!" My mother's vaginal opening
opened even wider under the ravaging of my tongue. She was on the verge of orgasm again. Her abundant nectar flowed down my chin and slowly covered her plump buttocks.

My mother could also feel the climax building within her, waves of intense pleasure washing over her entire body. She pressed down hard on the head that was sucking her vagina
, screaming and trembling before the climax arrived... A torrent of vaginal fluid gushed into my mouth, and then the overflowing fluid streamed down my cheeks.

And so, my mother reached one climax after another under the teasing of my tongue, until finally she collapsed weakly on the bed.

I looked at my mother, my chin still pressed against her vulva, gazing at her full breasts and erect nipples. My mother also lowered her head and smiled,
looking affectionately at the man she had been thinking about day and night.

"Want to have sex with me, my sweet boy?" she panted, bringing her lips close to mine. "Do you want to have sex with Mommy?" "Oh, of course! I want
to have sex with you! It's been my desire for so long," I said.

My mother then knelt between my strong thighs, reached out and grasped my swollen, erect penis, and began to vigorously stroke it up and down.

Immediately afterwards, my mother allowed me, in my dazed state, to unbutton her blouse, revealing her full breasts. Hungry and thirsty, I pounced on my mother's chest and began to suckle passionately,
taking almost half of her breast into my mouth and licking it incessantly, like a newborn child crying for its mother's milk, returning to her embrace.

My mother began to moan softly again, holding my head tightly. She remembered how, as a child, I loved to suckle at her nipples whenever I felt like it—a habit that
was forbidden when I was five due to my father's strong opposition. But to be honest, she loved that feeling; when I passionately suckled at her full breasts
, her genitals would even become wet. And now, I was back in her arms, and my kisses and suckling brought her a long-lost excitement.

"Good boy, fuck me, put your penis into Mommy's vagina, I can't wait any longer."

My mother whispered in my ear. After hearing this, I got up, pulled down my pants, and aimed my already erect penis at my mother's vulva. I slowly adjusted my speed and began to move in gently
. My mother trembled and moaned, feeling the warmth of my penis.

Slowly, I began to sway my hips, thrusting my long, firm penis in and out of my mother's wet vagina with varying depths. My mother sat up, staring blankly at
the scene before her, gazing at her son's penis entering and exiting her body. Seeing this, I bent down and kissed my mother's forehead.

This tranquility quickly turned into ecstasy, igniting my excited heart. I increased the intensity of my thrusts, pounding into my
beautiful mother like a wild horse, simultaneously caressing her breasts, buttocks, and waist, indulging in the pleasure of every inch of her skin. Soon, my mother was dazed and breathless from the intense pleasure.

I continued using the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, and after some effort, my erect penis finally reached my mother's cervix.

"Oh...oh oh oh oh oh!...I'm finally in, Mom!" I said breathlessly, my voice hoarse.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhh! Good son, sweet son, this is where you were born, don't stop! Go for it!"

"I'm coming! Ahhhhhh!" My mother's declaration strengthened and encouraged my fighting spirit. I thrust even harder into the woman's body beneath me, doing my utmost to create
a sexual climax that belonged only to us, mother and son!

Amidst her ecstatic moans, I sensed my mother's climax was approaching, so I gathered all my strength and thrust my erect penis all the way in, piercing
the bottom of her vagina and entering her cervix.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh, my good son! My child! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhhh!" My mother cried out in a loud, lewd voice, feeling my hot, thick semen shooting into her body in spurts. Mother and son were like two oblivious
animals, mating and enjoying their climax to the fullest. After I poured all my longing for my mother over the years into the womb of my beautiful mother beneath me in the form of semen, our
climaxes came to an end, and we lay limp on the bed mixed with secretions.

"It feels so good, Mom!" I said breathlessly. "How do you feel?" My mother circled my penis with her fingers after I ejaculated, feeling its
still-erect state, and gently rubbed the semen still on it.

"Oh, my good son! My sweet boy!" the mother exclaimed. "This is wonderful, my dear! I feel like I'm in heaven. How do I compare to your wife
?" the mother asked eagerly.

"Of course you're better. You're a thousand times better than her. I wish all of this had happened before I married her, then I wouldn't have married her."

"Yes, my dear son, we both made a mistake. If we had been braver back then, we could have had so much more to enjoy. Your father
was always away on business trips, and you and I were always alone at home. We really shouldn't have slept separately back then; we should have enjoyed ourselves freely. Fortunately, from now
on, we won't waste the opportunities that belong to both of us," the mother said earnestly.

I gazed into my mother's eyes and said tenderly, "Mom, I want you to be my wife." Upon hearing this, my mother felt her heart melt; this would
be the happiest thing in her life—marrying her own son.

My mother hugged me tightly, kissing my lips and cheeks passionately, and said softly, "My dear son, I'm so happy to be your wife.
You know how much I love you." "I love you too, my dear," I said. "You should divorce your father, and I will divorce Mara as well,
and then I will officially marry you." My mother was overjoyed. Her son wasn't with her for simple sex; he wanted to marry her and
spend his life in mutual love. However, as a mature woman, she knew this was unrealistic. She looked at me lovingly and said, "Oh, my good boy,
my dear. We can get married, but we really can't make our husband-wife relationship public. Besides, divorce will cause problems for others
, especially now that Mara is about to give birth to your baby."

Hearing this, I felt very unhappy. I asked my mother, "Mom, is there a way to solve this problem? I can't live without you anymore."
My mother replied, "I can't live without you either, dear. We should be able to find a solution. We shouldn't make a big fuss. In public, we can still call each other mother and son,
but at home, I will be your wife. You can find a job here, find a reason to live with me, and then, during the long periods when your father is away,
we can find opportunities to make love. We can also make love to our hearts' content in your grandmother's room."

After this decision was made, my mother and I often indulged in the pleasure of intercourse. After a while, I realized that my mother was not satisfied,
and neither was I. So, my mother and I decided to find an opportunity to make up for all the losses.

According to my mother's plan, I found a job nearby so that I could live with her openly. Even after my wife gave birth to a baby girl and came home,
my mother and I still often made love.

We often visited my grandmother to make love in the room she had specially provided for us. This wonderful time lasted for about six months, until an unavoidable...

The situation of being exempt from [something] has occurred.

One time, my father returned home early from a business trip. When he opened the bedroom door, I was on top of my mother, having sex with her fiercely. My mother was moaning and crying out
, "My good son, my big-dicked son, fuck me harder, ahhhhh! Ohhhhh!" My father was stunned by the sight. That's how
my father found out about our affair. For the sake of the family, he didn't tell my wife, and afterwards, my relationship with my mother ended. Now, my father
rarely speaks to me, and my mother won't see me anymore. Sigh.

【over】

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