Original work – A Mother's Love (Incestuous content, please do not read if you dislike this)

My name is Zhou Jun, and I am eighteen years old. My father is a businessman. Because his company headquarters is not in the city where we live, he is not home often, only once or twice a year at most. My mother used to be a doctor, but as our family became wealthier, my father stopped asking her to work and stayed home every day to take care of me, his precious son. As I am the only child in the family, my parents dote on me immensely, almost to the point of spoiling me. My father sees me as his successor in his future career, and my mother only has me as her lifeline. Therefore, I have never been scolded since I was a child. Even if I made a huge mistake, as long as I act cute, everything will be fine and I will not be punished. Because our house is a suburban garden villa, there aren't many other places nearby. The only other place where people do this is about 500 meters away, belonging to another wealthy family. So even if we make a lot of noise, no one can hear us. Now that
I'm old enough to produce sperm, I often watch porn and read erotic novels. I've wanted to actually have sex with a woman, but I've never had the chance. I've even thought about raping girls, but that would be considered a sex crime, so I gave up on that idea. When I want to, I just have to masturbate. If we're watching porn at a classmate's house, we sit on the sofa or lie on the bed and masturbate each other. We even have competitions to see who can last the longest, who can ejaculate the most, who can ejaculate the farthest, and who recovers first after ejaculating. We also ejaculate on each other's bodies and then smear it all over. When I'm at home, I sometimes watch porn or read erotic novels and then use my mom's unwashed underwear to masturbate. If I can't find unwashed underwear, I use my mom's used underwear. After I ejaculate, I don't wash it; I just leave the semen on it and put it back, imagining my mom wearing it. I've thought about having sex with my mom, but I still don't dare to bring it up with her. I'm waiting for an opportunity.
Finally, the opportunity came. One night, I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. As I passed the living room, I heard moans coming from my mother's room. I knew these were the sounds a woman makes when she climaxes. I felt a strange stirring in my heart. At first, I thought my father had suddenly come home and was making love with my mother. I thought I could watch a real porn movie today, and live at that! I quietly walked over, bent down, and peeked through the crack in the door. I saw my mother's snow-white legs gently swaying from side to side at the foot of the bed. Occasionally, she would push her toes up, arching them into a strange bow shape. Because the crack in the door was too small and the angle was wrong, I couldn't see what she was doing. Ignoring everything, I gently pushed the door open, making a "creak!" A soft "whoosh" startled me so much my heart almost went numb
. Luckily, there was no response from inside; Mom probably hadn't heard it. I desperately tried to control my trembling fingers and pushed the door open about a centimeter. Although it was just a small crack, it was enough for me to see most of my mother's bedroom. My mother's pajamas were completely off, and one hand was cupping her snow-white breast. The squeezed breast muscles peeked out from between her fingers, looking plump and tempting. I really wanted to lie down and bite into them. Seeing how roughly she was kneading her breasts, it must have meant that my mother was very aroused. In contrast, the other hand placed between her legs was much gentler. Her middle finger seemed to be lightly pressing on something, slowly rotating in circles. Although I couldn't see it clearly from where I was standing, I knew her middle finger was pressing on her clitoris,

and that little bud must be swollen to its limit, giving my mother immense pleasure. Wasn't that right? All I heard from my mother's small mouth was: "Ah...ah...darling...my dear..." She was intently moving her fingers, the wet mucous membrane being rubbed by her middle finger. The twisted finger and the bright red flesh next to the mucous membrane created a lewd scene. She made incredibly wanton sounds from her throat. This scene and these sounds were so unfamiliar and exciting to me! They became the most exciting and pleasurable arousal for me at this moment. Who could know the loneliness of my mother being alone in her empty room? What she was shouting now was the true feeling in her heart, "Ah...ah...so...comfortable..." My mother's lewd voice reached my ears again. After twisting and turning several times, her body position changed, and her crotch was turned right in front of me. For me, this was the best angle I had been looking for. At this moment, I could clearly see a thick patch of dark pubic hair surrounding her bright red vulva. This was the first time in my life I had seen my mother's genitals from this angle. However, the distance was still a bit far, and I couldn't see the complex structure of her genitals very clearly. I have to say I felt a little regretful and dissatisfied, but at least I was able to see
the scenery of my own mother's genitals from the front, which was my good fortune!

My mother's middle finger kept stirring and playing with that little fleshy ball called the clitoris, as if she was stroking and kneading it. It must have felt very comfortable for her. I saw her big buttocks swaying from side to side, and occasionally they would lift up to meet her middle finger. However, I was still surprised by that bright red slit. If I really had to describe it, I could only say that it looked like it was cut from her lower abdomen all the way to her buttocks. The tender flesh, slightly raised like a small bun, formed a very obscene picture. It looked a bit oily and shiny, probably because it was wet! Speaking of wet, my mother's middle finger was also wet, and even the slightly brownish, bud-like thing on her anus was wet.

Then, the mother moved her hand, which had been on her breast, down to her lower abdomen. She held her four fingers together (excluding the thumb) and stroked her thick pubic hair, then pressed firmly against her mons pubis and pulled upwards, causing her vulva to stretch out as if convulsing. The small clitoris, previously hidden within, swelled up and looked as if it were about to burst. The mother then rubbed the clitoris with the index and middle fingers of her other hand, which were coated with the oozing fluid. Instantly, her body trembled violently, and her large buttocks swayed back and forth, clearly indicating that this felt very good to her.

I peeked through the crack in the door at this vivid and sensual scene of self-pleasure. Before I knew it, my hand was inside my pajama bottoms, playing with my erect penis, the glans oozing a clear, sticky fluid. To avoid ejaculating, I gripped my penis tightly, preventing it from becoming too unrestrained, lest I miss this spectacle, especially since the leading lady was my mother, whom I had always admired!

But seeing my mother's greedy appearance surprised me. Masturbation was a way I had learned to release tension a year ago, but every time I ejaculated, I always felt weak and exhausted, and it would take at least several hours to recover. But now, looking at the changes in my mother's body, I realized that she must have ejaculated several times. When she arched her back and her delicate body trembled, or when her whole body was stiff and motionless like a piece of wood, it was obvious that she had reached the peak of orgasm. The strange thing is, when exactly does a woman's orgasm end?
"Ah...ah...darling...it's...so...so good..."

Mom let out another soft moan, her hands trying to embrace something, but she only held onto an empty illusion. After her limbs shook violently, she reached what seemed like her umpteenth orgasm, and a large amount of honey-like fluid overflowed from her vulva.

The mother lay on the bed trembling for a while, then took out a black electric dildo from a small drawer in the bedside table and placed it aside. Next, she took out a small mirror from the drawer. At this moment, she bent her legs and spread her thighs wide open, holding the small mirror in her hand and looking down at her lower abdomen. She inserted the small mirror between her legs, which were spread at a 45-degree angle, and instantly saw the thick black pubic hair. The furry appearance entered her eyes, and her delicate face immediately turned red. She swallowed her saliva and opened her seductive eyes wide to carefully observe her own wet vulva. Her breathing became louder and louder, and she breathed deeply. At this moment, she seemed a little ashamed of her lewd behavior, and her whole body turned hot.

My mother's genitals, so obscene and lewd, with long, thick pubic hair growing like a clump of weeds beneath her lower abdomen, and her bright red vulva and clitoris nestled within it, must have been her source of pleasure, the place of her unfulfilled desires, making her blush even more. Then, holding a small mirror in one hand, she used the other to push open the bright red labia covering her vaginal opening. Between the two labia, a clear, slippery liquid flowed, revealing the tender flesh inside, its beautiful color glistening with the liquid. The shimmering membrane reflected in her alluring eyes seemed to tease her desire. In the middle of the bright red and tender flesh membrane was the secret hole with a concave opening. Mom used her fingertips to pry open the vaginal opening and stuck her middle finger into the flesh hole. Immediately, milky white fluid flowed out of the opening. That must be Mom's love fluid!

The air seemed to be sucked into that cavity as her labia kept contracting inwards, probing deeper into her fleshy opening with the insertion of her middle finger. Her mother's finger moved further down, rubbing her perineum below her vulva, and a little further in, her light brown anus encased in the flesh of her buttocks. Her finger was now pressing against the tender flesh of her buttocks, revealing a small, reddish opening covered in sparse pubic hair. That opening was very distinct beneath her vulva; the originally closed and slightly wrinkled opening was pressed by her mother's finger. Then, she inserted a finger as well. She let out
two soft cries, and the joint of her middle finger disappeared into the small hole. Sometimes she bent and teased it, and sometimes she gently hooked it. As the lustful fluid flowing from the slit of her flesh lubricated the small hole, the movement of her middle finger became faster and faster. The hole seemed to be tightly sucking her finger, giving her a feeling of erotic pleasure. Her mother screamed because of the excitement in her whole body, and her delicate body twisted incessantly in coordination with the speed of her middle finger's rubbing. After writhing wildly for a while, Mom, perhaps feeling unsatisfied, pulled out some toilet paper and carefully wiped away the dripping vaginal fluid. Then, she gently brought the vibrating dildo, which had been lying nearby, closer to her crotch and began rubbing it against her wet vulva.

Her two flower-like labia minora, fully engorged and sensitive, were experiencing a surge of pleasure that had been gradually subsiding. She pressed down slightly on the large head of the dildo, forcing her labia minora apart. The viscous fluid immediately soaked the tip of the dildo. Mom then gently pulled the dildo out and rubbed its wet head against her labia minora. In an instant, she felt a sharp, pleasurable pain and cried out, "Ah..." After the mother released her satisfied pleasure, she sighed and pressed the switch on the dildo. The entire dildo vibrated slightly, and the vibration seemed to be very pleasant to her. A wanton expression appeared on her face as she squinted her seductive eyes and enjoyed the pleasure it brought. The vibration parted the thick pubic hair of my mother's lower body, and the small clitoris that had been surrounded by it also emerged, overflowing with a large amount of vaginal fluid like flowing water. The anus also contracted and tightened. My mother, with her eyes closed, murmured, "

Ah...ah...I...I can't...take it...quickly...put it...in...come...in...it..."
My mother's 35-year-old, soft, and voluptuous body began to shake wildly on the bed. The dildo, with her moans, slowly pushed open the small slit, and the original vibration turned into a more violent S-shaped twist, like a swimming snake burrowing into her vagina.
Stimulated by the intrusion of the foreign object, my mother's previously open opening immediately began to contract and writhe in pleasure. Inside the narrow, fleshy opening, the dildo and the tender, seductive flesh pushed against each other, waves of lustful fluid overflowing from the crevice, seemingly enhancing the lubrication.
Each subtle change brought a powerful, sweet pleasure to the mother; her moans, "Ah...ah...good...so good...oh...oh..." transformed her into a wanton woman, twisting her waist and swaying her hips. The mother kept changing the angle at which the dildo was inserted into her vagina, sometimes twisting it to the left and right, and occasionally thrusting it back and forth. When it was inserted deeply, the protrusion at the base of the dildo pressed against the swollen clitoris. At this moment, sparks of pleasure would surely flash in the mother's seductive eyes. The lustful fluid flowing from her vagina not only overflowed her perineum and anus, but also flowed onto the sheets under her big, fat buttocks. The sheets, covered in sticky fluid, rippled and wrinkled. But for Mom, already caught in a frenzy of pleasure, that no longer mattered. Now, all she sought was sweeter joy. Her body was tense, as straight as a log, as if every muscle from head to toe was taut. Only her beautiful, full breasts swayed gently with each slight movement. "
Ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...Oh...Oh..."
At that moment, I felt a cool sensation rise from my back as a thick stream of semen shot onto the floor. Seeing that Mom was about to get up, I hurriedly ran back to my room. That night, I ejaculated six times in my bed before finally falling asleep.
After this incident, I realized that my mother also needed the lubrication of a man's penis. But how could I have sex with her? The next day, I thought about it all day and finally came up with a good idea.
That evening at dinner, I told my mother that I wanted to sleep with her. She asked why, and I said I wasn't feeling well. As soon as she heard that, she immediately asked if it was anything serious. I said I wasn't now, but things might be different tonight, so I wanted to sleep with her. She said she could look after me if anything happened. My mother agreed. So that night, I went to sleep, completely naked, and pretended to be fast asleep. A moment later, Mom came in. She took off her coat, lifted the blanket, and saw me lying naked, asleep. Her face instantly contorted with shock, anger, and a hint of delight! For the past six months, I'd known that Mom was actually cold on the outside but warm on the inside—a secretly passionate woman. Since getting married, she and Dad had enjoyed the sweetness of sex. Now, because she hadn't experienced that ecstatic pleasure for six months, she'd become a bit irritable and prone to outbursts. But when she suddenly saw my penis, though still limp and hanging by my thighs, I estimated it was almost as long as Dad's when fully erect. If it were to harden again, I wondered how astonishing it would be! Seeing this, her mother couldn't help but cover her mouth with her delicate hand, her heart pounding wildly. She knew that the thicker and longer the penis, the more intense and stimulating the pleasure during sex would be, leading to more orgasms.
Her mother stood there, stunned, in front of my bed, lost in thought. Unconsciously, she reached into her
panties and rubbed herself; her little hole, probably wet from not having been touched by a large penis for six months, was probably already quite wet!
The fire of lust burned fiercely in my mother's face and heart. I knew she was torn between two
conflicting emotions . On one hand, she desperately wanted a large penis to satisfy her sexual desire; on the other hand, I
was her own son, and societal norms and moral principles forbade her from committing adultery with me. I
squinted, waiting for her decision, my own heart no lighter than hers. Perhaps her inner fire had reached an uncontrollable point; I heard a soft sigh escape her lips, and her alluring eyes flashed with desire. Unable to bear the torment of her burgeoning heart, she reached out her trembling little hand and gently grasped my limp penis, slowly stroking it. While peeking to see if I was still asleep, she sat on the edge of my bed with her big buttocks. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly leaned down, took my gradually thickening and muscular penis in one hand, opened her small mouth, and gently took the head of my penis into her mouth. I guessed that my mother was focused on sucking my penis, so I secretly opened my eyes. I saw that my mother was gently holding my penis with her left hand, lowering her head and licking my glans with her fragrant tongue. Her small but sexy and plump lips were constantly teasing the ridge around the head of my penis. Slowly, my big penis became erect from my mother's sucking, almost overflowing her little mouth. She quickly spat it out, grasped the glans with her hand, and gently stroked and teased the rosy tip with her delicate fingers. Her right hand gently stroked the thick shaft. As she played with my penis, she softly exclaimed, "Oh my! What a thick, big, and long super-sized penis!"
My already enormous penis, thicker than most men's, became even harder and more engorged after her teasing and caressing.
The glans, like a small egg, was pressed against my penis head, now red and purplish from my mother's sucking. My entire
penis trembled and quivered in my mother's small hands, making her even more aroused.
She gripped the remaining two inches of my penis tightly! At this point, my mother no longer cared about our blood relation. She stood up and quickly took off all her clothes, standing naked in front of my bed. I saw her snow-white, full, and smooth body, her pert breasts, and her plump, round buttocks. She was looking at me, who was pretending to be asleep, with her alluring eyes that seemed to be overflowing with desire.
My mother seemed to love me more and more as she looked at me. She couldn't help but bend down again, grasp my big penis, and extend her fragrant tongue to lick along the urethral opening from the tip to the base. When she reached the hairy vulva, she greedily opened her mouth and took my two fat testicles into her small mouth, sucking and swallowing them. By this point, I was almost bursting with urges to stand up and have sex with my mother immediately. But I knew that if we were to have sex long-term, I had to hold back and not let anything slip. Finally, my mother stopped after I ejaculated three times, and I fell asleep almost immediately. Because I had used up so much sperm, I still felt a backache the next day. My mother didn't say anything, but just bought me lots of delicious food. I knew she was trying to replenish my energy, and I acted as if nothing had happened. The next day when I got home, I pretended to be very unhappy. My mother asked me why, and I said I was sure I would fail my "Human Anatomy" exam. My mother asked why, so I took a picture out of my bag and said to her, "Look, this is on our test, but I don't understand it at all." Actually, I printed it out from a pornographic website; it's a picture of female genitalia. The book also included 36 techniques for oral sex, flirting, and intercourse. My mother looked at it and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor. I'll explain these to you." She then began to explain earnestly, but that wasn't my intention, so I didn't listen at all. After she finished, she asked if I understood. Before I could turn around, she asked what I was thinking. I said nothing, that I still didn't understand, and that it would be great if there was a picture. My mother blushed slightly but quickly recovered. She said, "Wait a moment and come in with this picture." I asked her what she meant. She said, "You'll find out when you come in." I waited a while before going into my mother's bedroom. She was completely naked, her legs bent. My mother said, "Can you look at this picture and tell me what it's like?" I said, "Okay, Mom, thank you so much." So I looked at the picture, and through the cigar-shaped slit in her underwear, I saw my mother's vulva for the first time. Her pubic hair was thick and black, even on her labia majora. Her labia minora were shaped like two thick rose petals, spread open due to engorgement, revealing a moist pink center. Suddenly, I felt an indescribable sense of disproportion: Could I, a grown person, have come into this world from this slit less than ten centimeters long? This feeling lasted for a second or two before being replaced by lust. After watching for a while, I told my mother I understood, but there was also information about oral sex. I asked her if I could try it. My mother nodded and said yes. So I bent down, took a deep breath of the air filled with the scent of her vulva, and sucked on my mother's labia minora one by one. Then I gently pulled the two petals apart with my hands, and licked along the slightly open vaginal opening with the tip of my tongue. Accompanied by my mother's moans, I inserted most of my tongue into her vagina, mimicking the in-and-out motion.
After a few minutes, my tongue moved upwards, lightly touching the urethra, and then sucked my mother's clitoris into
my mouth. My mother gasped and held my head with her hand. I held her thighs tightly, simultaneously rubbing her clitoris rapidly with the tip of my tongue. My mother's moans grew more frequent, and she pressed my head firmly against her vulva with both hands. After licking for several more minutes, just as my tongue began to stiffen from fatigue, my mother suddenly lifted her buttocks
, thrusting her vulva forward, while clamping my head between her legs, letting out a hissing sound. This position lasted for about ten seconds, then she quieted down, her body limp on the bed. I looked up and saw her eyes closed, her breathing still a little rapid, but her expression was one of complete relaxation and satisfaction. My mother lay motionless for a few minutes, then opened her eyes and smiled at me, a smile filled with a shyness I had never seen before.
I then asked her what "flower heart" meant. My mother said it was something you couldn't see, only feel with your penis. I asked if I could feel it. My mother said yes. So I immediately took off my clothes, revealing my large penis. My mother slightly raised her buttocks, letting me take off her panties. I parted her labia with one hand, and with the other, I
aimed my penis at her vaginal opening. With a thrust of my hips, the head of my penis, swollen like a ripe plum, slid into my mother's slippery vagina. I wanted to go all the way in, but I decided not to let my first contact with my mother end too quickly. Inch by inch, I inserted it, each inch feeling like my whole being gradually sliding into my mother's body, returning to that warm, safe, and comfortable home. I felt a bit like I was dreaming; the world around me dissolved into a misty void, the only proof of my existence being the waves of tingling sensation emanating from my penis.
Suddenly, the head of my penis met a hard protrusion—my mother's cervix. She groaned softly,
"All the way in." I looked down at where we were joined and said, "Just over two inches more to go in."
My mother touched the part of my penis still outside with her fingers, and said hesitantly, "Go in a little slower."
I slowly pushed forward, the head of my penis gently sliding past the cervix, finally reaching the very back of her vagina. My mother waited until I was fully
inside, then let out a long breath, her tense body relaxing, and then chuckled, whispering, "The road to Shu
is harder than climbing to heaven." I laughed and replied, "Once you clear the path the first time, it'll be a piece of cake from now on." "As he spoke, he pulled his penis out, then thrust it in all the way again. The intense pleasure made me lose control. Ignoring my mother's soft moans, I thrust in and out vigorously. In less than two minutes, I felt a tingling sensation spread from my penis throughout my body, and a spasm ran through my lower abdomen. My semen, like a bursting dam, gushed into the depths of my mother's vagina. After ejaculating, I collapsed onto my mother. I dozed off for a few minutes, then woke up to find myself still on top of my mother, my penis soft but still inside her vagina. She looked at me lovingly, one arm around my waist, the other gently stroking my hair." I gently kissed her and said, "Mom, dear Mom, I love you!" My upper body shifted, and my penis slipped out of her vagina.
"Your fluid's leaking out, quickly wipe it off for me," Mom said. I grabbed a few tissues from the coffee table and
wiped away the milky white semen slowly flowing from her half-open vagina. Suddenly, I remembered something: "Mom, I... I prepared condoms, but... I forgot to use them," I stammered.
Mom tucked the tissues between her legs, sat up from the sofa, and kissed me: "Don't worry, my period
just ended two days ago. Xiao Lei, shall we go to bed?" That night, I made love to my mother three times before finally falling asleep. The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw my mother propped up on one arm on the pillow, quietly
watching me. Remembering the previous night, I reached out and pulled her into my arms: "Mom, what are you looking at?" "I'm looking at my naughty son, my good man," my mother whispered, pressing her face against my chest. I stroked her back and bottom, and whispered, "Mom, did you enjoy it last night?" My mother hummed in agreement, her face flushed, and said, "But…you were so good, my lower part is still a little hot."
I kissed her and laughed, "Sorry, I'll make amends and lick you."I thought my mother would refuse, but to my surprise, she nodded shyly and said, "I'll go wash up first."

I rolled over and pinned her to the bed, laughing, "It tastes better this way." Mom struggled, saying, "I haven't washed since last night, you don't mind, but I do. If you lick like this, you can't kiss my mouth later!" "It's a deal." I laughed as I parted her legs, and before she could react, I took half of her vulva into my mouth. Less than two minutes later, Mom came. I climbed on top of her and gently kissed her lips. Mom opened her eyes and pretended to be angry, saying, "Your mouth smells so pungent, you're not allowed to kiss me."
I kissed her again and said, "If you agree to one condition, I'll let you go."
Mom turned her head away from my mouth and asked, "What condition?" "You have to tell me where the pungent smell on your mouth is coming from."
"I won't tell you." Mom laughed and covered her mouth with her hand, preventing me from kissing her again. I put my right hand under her arm and asked, "Will you tell me or not?" Mom was ticklish and quickly begged for mercy, "I'll tell you, it's from... down there."
"Not specific!" I wouldn't let her get away with it and scratched her. My mother laughed and said, "Xiao Lei, please, stop scratching. Take your hand away and I'll tell you." Seeing that I agreed, she put her mouth to my ear and whispered, "The smell of your breath is my smell. Are you satisfied now? You little rascal!" Then she hugged me tightly.
I could no longer resist the physical contact and verbal teasing. I kissed my mother frantically while freeing
one hand to insert my penis into her vagina. My mother's body swayed up and down with my thrusts. She kissed me without stopping until I ejaculated. She stroked my face and whispered, "Xiao Lei, you're so good."
My heart was filled with love for her, and a question arose: "Mom, before you went to university,
what did the boys in your village call you?" My mother looked at me, puzzled, and said, "Everyone in the village called me A-Chen."
"Can I call you Sister A-Chen?" I asked.
Mom paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Wrong. You should call me Sister Chen, and I'll call you Brother Lei
!" She kissed me, avoiding my gaze, and said, "Xiao Lei, you're my man, you
can call me whatever you want." I remembered another question: "Sister Chen, can I move in with you?"
Mom nodded, then suddenly blushed, "Could you go buy some birth control pills today?"
"I'll buy some condoms, then you won't need to take the pills," I suggested.
Mom blushed even more, "I...I don't want to be separated from you."
"Mom, I love you!" At that moment, those were the only words I could think of.
Mom and I became husband and wife in name only. I wanted to make love to my mother every moment, but she insisted that I
be moderate, saying that too much frequency was bad for my health. I still tried my best to help her with housework, and she didn't completely refuse, saying that sharing some housework was good for men. During the day, my mother studied English, and I went to school; after dinner, we sometimes chatted about everything under the sun, sometimes snuggled together watching TV, and sometimes simply stared at each other intently, as if we could never get enough of each other. We liked to press our bodies together and dance slowly to the music. At these times, I liked to slip my hand inside my mother's underwear from behind and gently caress her smooth and elastic buttocks. I was extremely satisfied with my life; even my tutor half-jokingly, half-seriously said that I must have a beautiful girlfriend. I neither admit it nor deny it, but I feel a sweet feeling inside.

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