Mommy

Just past 10 o'clock, I heard the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor. Peering out of the study, I saw a middle-aged woman in an elegant evening gown bending down to take off her high-heeled sandals. She didn't immediately slip her delicate, white feet into the slippers, but instead gently massaged her toes with one hand. Her rounded, alluring buttocks were completely in my view.

"Ah! Mom's back..." I laughed, rushing forward to lift her soft body off the ground and spin her around.

"Oh! You rascal, put Mom down right now!"

How could I bear to part with this soft, alluring body in my arms? I pulled the beautiful woman onto my lap and kissed her deeply. "Huh? I saw on the invitation that it was until 11:00. Why are you back so early? Did you miss me?"

Mom rolled her eyes at me, sat on my lap, and slipped her earrings and necklace onto the coffee table. "Sigh... I'm exhausted. I've been standing for almost three hours. I couldn't take it anymore. Now I understand how tiring it is to be a hostess." Mom's soft body curled up in my arms, pouting with an unhappy expression.

Although the annual "Entrepreneurs' Networking Event" is a formality, it shouldn't be as boring as Mom described. I know that women her age are talkative and can find excuses to ramble on anytime, anywhere.

Fortunately, I've gotten used to her nagging. Perhaps this is thanks to her finding love again in middle age, which always gives me an indescribable satisfaction in bed. This makes me less annoyed by my mother's nagging tongue, especially since... that nimble tongue is so skilled at licking my penis. Of course, my father wasn't so lucky. He chose to find another woman who doesn't talk much and silently supports her husband's career to rebuild his family.

"The tablecloth on the dining table wasn't ironed at all... The food tasted mediocre, not to mention the only brand of mineral water in the entire venue... And... the sound system was terrible, I couldn't hear many of the speakers at all...

The atmosphere was chaotic everywhere, I really don't know what's so great about this kind of social gathering?... After the dance started, I danced two songs and was finally able to escape legitimately..."

"Wait... Did the other men take advantage of you while you were dancing...?" Seeing that my mother was about to continue her complaints, I suddenly seized an opportunity to interrupt her speech.

"No...of course not...do you think everyone is like you, a lecherous wolf, even trying to take advantage of an old woman like me..." Mom sat on my lap, removing her makeup, her arms behind her head, looking at me with a smile. My questioning tone had deliberately revealed a hint of jealousy, which made Mom very pleased.

Actually, I completely believed that in that kind of situation, facing guests who were also private business owners, even the most audacious person wouldn't dare to do anything unbecoming of their status. My insistence that someone had taken advantage of Mom was just a clever trick to shut her up and prevent her from continuing to nag. "I said stop trying to explain, the more you explain, the worse it gets. With a figure like Mom's, no one would take advantage of me? Hehe, let me check..." With a wicked laugh, Mom's petite body was easily pulled into my arms, and I strode into our shared bedroom... "Oh...baby...Mommy's darling...how are you today...ah...so amazing..."

I wanted to be gentle and docile, but the beautiful young woman beneath me always managed to enter a blissful state before I did. Two slender, snow-white legs gripped my waist tightly, helping my lower abdomen thrust harder into her vulva. Her alluring flower bud, like a tiny hand, gripped my glans repeatedly, then relaxed... Deeply penetrating my own mother's body was always so sensual and stimulating; how many people in the world could resist such temptation?

"Waaah..." Mom sobbed softly, her voice low. Incredibly, she had climaxed again... But I wasn't much better off; I didn't last long before releasing my pent-up energy into Mom's body. After her orgasm, Mom was always so gentle and charming, her rosy cheeks flushed with a girlish shyness. She leaned down from my chest, her warm cherry lips enveloping my penis, licking away the remaining fluids. Her beautiful eyes were so infatuated with my penis... "Tell Mommy, is something bothering you?" After resting for a while, Mom's still hot and sexy body nestled firmly in my arms.

"No, everything is the same, really nothing."

"Liar, Mommy knows you're like this. In bed, it's really hard for a man to deceive a woman, especially my mother who has lived with me since birth. She knows her son's characteristics well and has a wealth of sexual experience.

Before I was one year old, I suckled her breasts all day long; before I was five, her slender fingers often pulled back my foreskin to clean the grime; at seventeen, her naked body was played with in various lewd positions in my erotic dreams for a long time; at nineteen, my fully developed penis frequently ejaculated under her skillful manipulation; that same year, her warm, moist mouth became the place for me to release my pent-up energy; now at twenty, we sleep in each other's arms all night.

My mother knows my body and thoughts so well that countless nights she can easily catch my penis with a simple turn, never missing it. Just from the way I insert my penis into her body..." She could deduce whether I was experiencing extreme pleasure from the hardness of my penis and the frequency of my thrusts. With a woman who knew me so well, what could I possibly hide from her?

I sighed softly and had no choice but to tell her the truth. My company belonged to a design institute, and there was a recent opportunity for an overseas study trip. With less than a year of experience, I was naturally excluded. However, out of consideration for the balance, I was given a task: to participate in a design competition openly solicited by an exhibition hall. It would last a month, during which I wouldn't need to report to the company; I could work on designs in quiet places—essentially a month-long vacation.

This naturally caused me great dissatisfaction, but there was nothing I could do. State-owned companies always prioritize seniority; for someone like me, it would take 2310 years to get ahead. "I think it's great! I'll just treat it as a vacation!" "It's obvious that Mom doesn't understand the mentality of a young person just entering society who wants to make a name for themselves. I'm too lazy to explain to her; it's pointless anyway.

" "How about... I call your dad and see if I can pull some strings at the higher-ups and get you this opportunity for further studies?" "I was startled and quickly stopped myself. To be honest, even though my parents are divorced, I still manage to get my father's ex-girlfriends into bed, using all sorts of tricks that even my father probably never used to indulge in my mother's body. Because of this, I haven't dared to visit my father for a long time; I always feel really guilty towards him.

Actually, there's another reason. The director of the Municipal Bureau of Culture has a beautiful daughter, and many boys consider it an honor to pursue her. I was fortunate enough to have a relationship with her, but we broke up. Perhaps she looked down on me because I'm just an ordinary little designer with no future! If my father really has to go through some trouble this time, he'll definitely have to find the director of the Bureau of Culture, who is also her father. I can't afford to lose face and let her mock me again.

" "No, I'd better be honest and do my best. I'll work hard to design a good piece of work; maybe I'll win a big prize. How about Mom and I find a beautiful place to live in seclusion for a month?" "

Huh?" "That's a good idea, but Mommy can't leave the beauty salon for a month? Who knows what I'll look like when I get back? Hehe..."

I chuckled, reaching out to touch my mother's smooth, satin-like skin. I guess she's worried that staying away for a month won't allow her to maintain her beautiful skin. It's funny, she wasn't so concerned when she was with Daddy, but now she's afraid her appearance won't be perfect in front of me. Such a glamorous mother is truly rare.

"Hmm... going is fine too, but... we can't go too far. How about Mommy's old home? Your grandpa still has an ancestral house there empty." "

Great! I haven't been back to my hometown for almost ten years! What a pity! Why did Grandpa and Grandma go abroad?

The environment back home is so nice..."

"Your grandma isn't used to it. You know her temper; who in the family dares to disobey her?"

"That's true, Mom and Grandma are quite alike, both stubborn. I wanted to penetrate from behind, but Mom insisted on lying on her back; I wanted to try from the front, but Mom stuck her butt out. Hehe! Like mother, like daughter..."

Before I could finish speaking, I was immediately met with a flurry of punches and kicks from Mom, her face a mixture of shame and anger. Exhausted, she lay panting on my chest, her maternal scent filling my nostrils. Soon, I found my lower body hard as iron again. When I inserted my hard penis into Mom's vagina, she was unusually docile, perhaps influenced by the earlier joke. This time, no matter what I tried, Mom cooperated perfectly, playing with my body in various lewd positions, guiding my penis deep inside. The room was filled with Mom's ecstatic moans for a long time...

************************************** When our feet touched this ground, Mom and I were both involuntarily overwhelmed with excitement. Although I wasn't born here, my mother stayed until she was 16. Later, she met her prince charming at a university in the provincial capital, married him after graduation, stayed to work in the city, had me, then divorced… and then gave herself to me… Transportation here isn't very developed, and the villagers' lives are rather monotonous. It's rare to see guests, especially since my maternal grandfather's ancestors were a prominent family in the village. After we returned, word spread like wildfire, and the courtyard immediately became abuzz with excitement. People came in droves, trying to establish a connection, asking all sorts of questions. It eventually escalated into a grand banquet, with neighbors showing exceptional enthusiasm. Many women rolled up their sleeves and went to the kitchen, setting up more than ten tables in the courtyard.

My mother naturally became the focus of the banquet, partly because she was a guest at her maternal home, and partly because of her beauty. Besides… my mother's beige top had a low-cut V-neck, revealing her prominent, beautiful collarbones and two full, firm breasts. The black one-piece skirt had slits about a hand's length on both sides, revealing a pair of smooth, white legs. A pair of fashionable, well-fitting off-white strappy sandals peeked out from her feet, showing ten delicate, white toes. The straps were wrapped around her sexy ankles, and the seven-inch stiletto heels accentuated the roundness and fullness of her heels.

In this wealthy but relatively remote mountain village, seeing such "highlights" was a rare treat.

Everyone in the village, young and old, drank alcohol, and all of them were heavy drinkers. I really didn't like this kind of chaotic scene, but my mother seemed particularly excited today; after all, she had met many friends she hadn't seen for over ten years, which was understandable. She would greet one person, chat with another close friend, and I found a secluded corner to sit down, watching my mother move about like a social butterfly.

"That woman! She was the golden phoenix that flew out of our village, and hasn't come back for many years." "

Oh! No wonder, look at her, she's probably older than you and me, but her skin is so smooth and her figure is amazing. Especially that big, fat ass, she must be really hot and sexy in bed. I'll tell my husband to go to the city and learn from her."

"I'm afraid that when the time comes, my brother will be holding such a sexy woman every night, and he'll be asleep before the moon even hangs on the treetops, hehe." "

To be able to hold such a beauty in bed, it would be worth dying a few years earlier...tsk tsk..."

Two villagers at the next table whispered to my mother, pointing and pointing, saying lewd things with ill intent. I could even hear them swallowing hard, although their voices were very low. I should have been unhappy that people were talking about my mother like that, but I was actually quite happy to hear it. Look, anyone would be tempted by a beauty like my mother. So… it's understandable that I couldn't resist and seduced her for a moment.

The banquet lasted until about 8:00 PM before it ended, and Mom got up to see the guests off one by one. I took a closer look at the two villagers who had been fantasizing about Mom earlier, and saw that they were reluctant to leave, stealing glances at Mom's beautiful legs outside her skirt and swallowing hard as they walked away. I felt a surge of pride; such an alluring woman was something they could only dream about. As for me, once we were alone, I would use my favorite position to make her overflow with lustful fluids and moan softly. What a wonderful thing this was!

Starting the next day, Mom and I spent our days wandering in the countryside. I drew a lot of sketches, but I just couldn't come up with any design inspiration. Usually, in the evenings, hospitable villagers would invite us over, so we didn't even need to cook dinner.

When visiting these villagers' homes, I paid special attention to their old bottles and jars, which gave me a lot of inspiration, but after more than ten days, I still didn't know what I wanted to design.

"Honey, is it not going well? You've seemed a bit listless these past few days." That day, as I strolled hand-in-hand with my mother outside, we came to a small stream, and she asked me.

"Yes! I've done a lot of sketches, but I feel they lack a certain spark. The imitations are too obvious; I'm not satisfied with any of them."

This exhibition, ostensibly soliciting works under the banner of "art," was actually a publicity stunt for a manufacturing factory. They cleverly limited the submissions to ceramics, glass, and plastics, emphasizing practicality. In other words, you couldn't design something purely for decoration, like a Buddha statue or a ruyi scepter! You could only gravitate towards ashtrays, tea sets, and vases. Since that factory produced those kinds of things.

"Sigh! It's a pity, Mom doesn't understand art; there's really nothing I can do to help." My mother leaned in and kissed my cheek, her eyes filled with tenderness.

I smiled at her: "No rush, haven't we collected a lot of materials? We'll come up with something creative."

"Yes, yes! Why don't we put our work aside for a while and enjoy nature? Look how cool the water is..."

Mom sat on a rock, her skirt pulled up high, revealing two round, snow-white calves. Her sexy toes dipped into the stream to wash, occasionally playfully kicking the water out of the water, creating splashes. Her shapely legs showed no excess fat, thin, smooth skin wrapped around muscles, the bluish veins faintly visible, an indescribable sexiness. I think my first ejaculation in front of Mom was on those small, exquisite, beautifully curved arches of her feet, wasn't it?

Mom is right, haste makes waste, thinking about design drawings all day is really tiring! Our sex life has been rather uneventful these past two days. Hmm! I don't think I've ever tried outdoor sex with the ground as my bed and the sky as my blanket. I went over and hugged Mom's back, my fingers slipping inside her collar to easily pinch her nipples.

"It's broad daylight, aren't you afraid of being seen?" Mom flicked my hand.

"Who would come here? Blame it on Mom being too alluring, I want to be inside you all the time, hehe!" Mom wanted to say something, but I silenced her with my lips, gently drawing her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues intertwined, greedily sucking each other's saliva. Mom's breasts swayed under my kneading, and I could feel her nipples hardening even through her clothes. Needless to say, she was wet down there.

"Mom, do you want me?" "

...No..."

"Then...you're already wet..." I pulled down Mom's panties and asked her. For some reason, I sometimes found it particularly exciting to say things that trampled on a mother's dignity. Mom clenched her fists and slapped my chest a few times, her face radiating a thousand charms.

Today, she wore a short, loose skirt made of soft fabric, which effortlessly lifted to her waist. I suckled on my mother's breast, pulling her warm little hand to grasp my already swollen penis. My mother's hand trembled, yet was unusually gentle, as if caressing a priceless jewel, gently stroking my foreskin. Her soft fingers slid over the glans, evenly smearing the small amount of secretion from the urethral opening onto it.

My mother's skill was so exceptional; the bulging veins of my penis throbbed slowly in her small hand. A mother in the wild, using her hand to caress her own son's genitals, so meticulously and passionately—the scene was incredibly stimulating. My emotions quickly surged, and I abruptly pushed my mother against a tree, lifted her full, slender left leg, and frantically thrust my penis into her.

"...Ah...be careful someone sees us!" The force of the thrust made Mom lose her balance, and she quickly stood on tiptoe to absorb some of my strength. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and the heat from her face transferred to my cheeks.

"It's okay...let them see if they want, let them see but not be able to have it, haha." My glans entered her vagina and began to move up and down, the fiery wetness giving me a continuous surge of energy.

Mom's vaginal walls tightly enveloped my penis, and with each powerful thrust, her labia opened and closed, bringing out countless sticky fluids. "Aww...ah oh..." There was no shame, no guilt, only naked, primal pleasure in the orchard.

Making love in this kind of environment for the first time clearly gave Mom a different kind of stimulation, her beautiful hair flying wildly. She forcefully contracted her pelvis to make her vagina as narrow and tight as possible, as if she wanted to suck my penis into her belly. This was her usual way of pleasing me. My mother knew very well that her vagina could never compare to the tenderness of a young girl's; only skill could conquer her "bad son" in the prime of his youth.

My penis thrust up and down inside her vagina, and my mother, miraculously, adjusted her stance by standing on tiptoe, allowing me to penetrate deeper and our vaginas to connect more tightly. I was incredibly excited, and my mother's expression of pleasure was no less than mine. Outdoor sex is definitely different from indoor sex; it easily makes one indulgent and wild.

After a long while, we were both exhausted. I took a breath and lifted my mother's other white thigh. My mother was truly a natural sex goddess; she immediately and tacitly wrapped her thighs tightly around my waist, unwilling to leave my penis for even a moment. I carried her white, full buttocks, thrusting as I walked, until we reached the nearby weeds. I laid my mother down on the ground, spread her legs, and thrust heavily into her vagina.

"Ah...uh...don't stop, be good..." Mom's small, delicate feet thrashed against my chest, her hands scratching my arms, leaving bloody welts. The relentless, brutal thrusting made my glans ache slightly. Mom's vaginal fluids soaked the pubic hair beneath her buttocks. Perhaps next year when I return, I'll find that this patch of hair, nourished by the nutrient secretions from Mom's vagina, will grow exceptionally lush.

Taking advantage of a change of position, I stripped Mom naked. Her shapely body appeared even whiter and smoother against the backdrop of the soft, green pubic hair. "Mom, give me your buttocks, quick!" My libido was particularly high today. Kneeling behind Mom, I embraced her plump buttocks and began a frenzied thrusting. Before I had Mom, I had fantasized about this position countless times in the dead of night, and it had become my favorite.

What a sexy and alluring buttocks it was—snow-white, firm, elastic, and with a rounded, full shape. A tuft of pubic hair peeked out from between her buttocks, her labia sometimes unfolding, sometimes slipping back in, with each thrust of my penis. Right above her buttocks, most prominently, was a beautiful, turbine-shaped opening. The brown opening extended outwards with dense, layered folds, much like a small, budding chrysanthemum. Inserting my fingers into her anus immediately elicited a shudder and a slightly fearful moan from my mother.

My fingers, coated in her vaginal fluid, gently rubbed inside her anus. "Ah! No…" My mother turned her head, her eyes filled with sorrow and horror. I couldn't stand that kind of look; it only fueled my desire to conquer. Although my mother's body was completely mine, only her small anus was mine to cultivate, and it could only ever belong to me. This thought always gave me an indescribable excitement and a sense of conquest when I had anal sex with my mother.

"Mom, your butt is so beautiful, let me play with it one more time." Mom wiggled her sexy buttocks, but my finger was still inserted inside her flower. Mom shook her head slightly, bent over and raised her buttocks even higher, as if she had tacitly agreed to my request. Mom usually rarely eats greasy food, and her staple food is mainly fruits and vegetables. This not only keeps her skin well-hydrated, making it particularly soft and smooth, but also allows her rectum to absorb a lot of fibrous tissue, making it neither dry nor dry, and the feeling of firmly enveloping my penis is like going to heaven.

Soon, Mom's anus gradually got used to the foreign object, and I took the opportunity to insert another finger to continue to widen the anus. The anal muscles contracted and relaxed, and the soft rectal wall subconsciously squeezed my finger. It took a long time for the intestines to accept the foreign object before I pressed my already impatient penis against her anus, grabbed Mom's smooth waist, fixed her round and full buttocks, and gently inserted my penis into the tight and narrow, exceptionally soft anus.

"Ahhh..." Mom cried out loudly from the intense tearing sensation. At that moment, I almost wanted to pull my half-inserted penis out. But the sight before me and the pleasure of my glans being tightly gripped by her narrow rectum made me unable to let go.

Mom's upper body arched up like a fully drawn bow due to the sudden, sharp pain, and her buttocks were raised even higher, accompanied by constant trembling.

I slightly thrust my penis in and out of Mom's anus to allow her to adjust, and then I used a little force in my waist to push my penis in completely. Mom let out another cry of pain, and after the sound subsided, I began to thrust. In broad daylight, a beautiful young woman knelt in the grass, and a young man behind her was thrusting into her snow-white buttocks. This lustful couple was none other than a mother and son. This sight aroused my bestial desire, and I thrust harder and harder into Mom's beautiful buttocks.

She was almost 40 years old, but her buttocks were still so firm and elastic, without the slightest sign of sagging. Its curves were so beautiful, the junction with her wasp waist both natural and sensual, like a crescent moon that filled one with energy. I panted heavily, frantically ravaging my mother's buttocks, making her cry and scream. Then my vision blurred, and I could see nothing but my mother's dazzling white, upturned buttocks.

"Ah… I found it, found it, hahahaha!" A burst of wild laughter, and I vaguely saw my mother turn her head, her eyes filled with surprise and fear. I had searched

high and low, and here it was—my mother's uniquely beautiful buttocks, the most captivating work of art! Look at its shape, simply exquisite and flawless. Not only did it bring endless pleasure to the lower body, but it also drove my visual nerves to a frenzy. Such beautiful buttocks, now raised high in the most sensual and lewd position, were being ravaged by her own son. Perhaps there was no other combination of mother and son incest more intoxicating than this.

"Ah! Mother is so great!" I couldn't control my thoughts anymore. I felt my blood rushing to my head, my body brimming with inexhaustible energy. I could hear my mother's increasingly desperate screams. Her writhing buttocks kept swirling in my mind. I thought of nothing but satisfying my lust by playing with her snow-white, plump buttocks to the fullest extent. I just mechanically and frantically thrust into her, making her cry out in deafening sobs. After a long time, I felt my penis raging, my vas deferens trembling, and semen gushed out of my urethra, every last drop shooting into my mother's intestines.

Then I embraced my mother's smooth, bare back, and we both fell into the grass... My consciousness gradually returned to my brain. My first reaction was that the flesh beneath my chest was limp and powerless, completely collapsed on the ground. I was startled and quickly got up, only to find that my mother's eyes were swollen from crying, her beautiful hair was wet and covered in sweat, and her buttocks were already bruised and red from my thrusting. My beautiful little anus, still not closed from the prolonged penetration and rubbing of the thick penis, opened and closed slightly with each breath, squeezing out milky white semen mixed with a trace of blood.

"Mom...I'm sorry...I...I was too rough..." I quickly apologized, stammering.

Many people say that artists are half-mad, and now I have every reason to believe it. Just now, I only happened to glimpse a corner of art and I became so crazy, reaching a state of selflessness, look at how I've tormented my mother. For the rest of the night, I used every sweet word to apologize to my mother, and what did she do? She kept sobbing, constantly blaming me for not caring about her at all. My mother is always talkative, but tonight I dared not complain, obediently listening to her rant.

Only when my mother was tired of scolding did she ask what I had found. I told her at 15110 that at that moment I realized her figure was the most perfect work of art, and I was going to design a "general's jar" based on her unparalleled beautiful buttocks.

"Shame on you, stop being so silly... I won't allow you to take Mom's... for any design project... Waaah..." After I finished explaining my design intentions, Mom blushed deeply and scolded me again. However...

her tone was completely out of character for her age, more like a 107 or 18-year-old girl coaxing her lover. I breathed a long sigh of relief; it seemed Mom would forgive me... The next morning, Mom felt a burning pain in her anus after walking a few steps, and she limped, unable to sit on any stool without a cushion. She scolded me again while eating breakfast. I listened to Mom's endless nagging all day, not daring to utter a sound.

This continued for two days. Seeing that I endured her scolding without arguing back and even tried to appease her, Mom's maternal love finally suppressed her anger, and she finally forgave me. Although she forgave me, she punished me by forbidding me from touching her for a week. But that night, as I lay on her body, tenderly caressing her ample breasts, my mother, at the age when she was at her most fierce, forcefully pushed my head towards her genitals.

I used all my strength to make her clitoris engorged and erect with my tongue, and my mother's legs spread wide, wrapping tightly around my neck like tree roots, her delicate feet rubbing incessantly against my back. Amidst shouts of "You little bastard!" and "You bad son!", her vaginal fluids gushed forth. At this point, the pleasure of sex completely overwhelmed the humiliation of my tormenting her buttocks two days earlier… “Move your buttocks slightly closer to me… Yes! Mom is great!” “

Are you done yet? It’s been more than 10 minutes.”

“Didn’t Mom used to play with me for a long time in this position? How come you can’t last more than 10 minutes now?” “

You… if you keep talking nonsense, Mommy won’t be your lewd model anymore…” “

Ah? No, I won’t say anything more. Mommy, just a little longer, it’ll be over soon.”

For several days in a row, from various angles and distances, I transformed Mom’s round and alluring buttocks into various charming lines, and then used my rich imagination to transform them into design sketches. The drawing paper I brought was almost used up, but I still continuously drew creative inspiration from Mom’s body.

Several times, I couldn’t help but stop drawing, take out my swollen penis and insert it into Mom’s cunt, thrusting back and forth. Usually, Mom would be lying on the bed reading a book at this time, her plump bottom sticking out for me to copy. I was always caught off guard by this sudden attack and ended up flustered.

This most alluring and sensual bottom in the world was captured in various shapes on the drawing paper. I used my laptop to gather these "materials" and designed a replica of a Qing Dynasty general's jar using 3D drawing software. Since Mom was indirectly involved in the design, she also showed great interest. She sat beside me with great interest, watching me work, and with her innate feminine aesthetic sense, she occasionally offered pointers, and surprisingly, she also came up with many good ideas.

"The 'General's Jar' is a type of decorative vessel, very popular in the Qing Dynasty. Most of them are blue and white porcelain, and those circulating in the market today are mostly Qing Dynasty products."

"Really? What do modern people use it for? Sugar, flour?"

"Hahaha! A jar that perfectly accentuates Mom's shapely hips for those things? That's incredibly naive, hahaha!"

Before the laughter subsided, Mom immediately gave me a beating. But her wide-eyed stare and hands on her hips sparked a brilliant idea: "Wait, I've been struggling to decide what shape to make the handle of this jar lid. Now I've got it, haha!"

"What is it? Tell me!" A woman's curiosity is always particularly strong, and she immediately showed excitement.

"Mom, quick, let me see your alluring chrysanthemum bud..."

"No, I'm so embarrassed..." Although she swayed shyly, she still lifted her skirt, letting me lie between her legs to get a good look. Imagine… if we slightly “processed” Mom’s exceptionally delicate stamens, wouldn’t they be perfect for decorating the handle on the top of a lid? Look at this anus, slightly sunken in the middle forming a small vortex, with raised edges and regularly arranged folds surrounding it—it would look absolutely beautiful on a handle.

So many similar flashes of inspiration struck me. I kept revising my designs until Mom strongly protested. Because every time I found something I didn’t like, I would strip her naked and examine her body closely. The more I studied, the more I felt her physique was exceptional, and then I couldn’t resist pouncing on her… After Mom’s numerous serious protests, I finally agreed to finalize the design and not change it anymore. With more than a week left before the submission deadline, Mom and I embarked on our journey home… The design easily made it to the final round. According to the rules, the shortlisted works had to be manufactured into finished products by the company sponsoring the design competition, and then auctioned off publicly on the day of the awards ceremony, bringing the design competition to a perfect close.

Because it was the culmination of my mother's and my hard work, I went to the factory every three days, afraid they would burn my work. As

the ancients said, "To strive is not to strive, and not to strive is to strive!" Through this design project, my mother and I spent a month together in a different city. Although there were brief unpleasant incidents, our bond only deepened, and in my opinion, that was the greatest gain. What about studying abroad? What about competition trophies? I didn't care about anything else except seeing our work successfully completed. Not long after, the organizing committee politely sent an invitation, insisting I attend the awards ceremony, because my work had won the highest award—the Special Award from the Expert Panel.

"Honey, you absolutely have to come! Our child is so promising, hee hee!"

"Of course, of course! Not only will I come, but I'll invite all my friends too. Haha, I knew it! My son is destined for greatness!"

Mom excitedly called Dad, telling him he absolutely had to come. I could hear Dad's excitement clearly through the phone, even though I was right next to Mom. "Hehe! Seeing how close you and Dad are, I really can't understand why you two got divorced," I teased Mom with a sly smile.

"Why are you saying that again, child? I've told you before, your father and I are destined not to be husband and wife, but we're quite destined to be friends."

"Look at you, so happy! I'm getting jealous!"

"Go away, go away! I've given you everything, and you're still lying through your teeth."

On the day of the awards ceremony, my mother and I entered the exhibition hall early. The organizing committee insisted on arranging us in the front seats, saying it would be more convenient for us to receive the award on stage and reduce the emcee's waiting time. They also double-checked whether I had leaked the news of winning the award. After everything was ready, people from various industries, including some government officials, filed in.

Originally, this competition wasn't supposed to be very grand. When the organizing committee called to invite celebrities in the city, they were prepared that not many people would be willing to attend. Unexpectedly, the invitations received unexpected responses, especially from business elites. They not only agreed to attend but also promised to actively bid. Some government officials also agreed to attend, which delighted the organizing committee. They revised the rules, making the awards ceremony a huge success, with various newspapers vying to report on it, making it one of the hottest topics in the city in recent days.

Actually, I knew the reason behind this. The government wouldn't say, but most of the business people were encouraged to attend by my father. I know my father; he has a lot of charisma, knows many prominent figures in various industries, and is a

well-known figure in the business world himself. "Dad! Over here, Mom and I are here!" I saw my father and his wife enter and hurriedly greeted them. "So early? Haha!" My father patted my head and chatted excitedly with my mother, the topic repeatedly revolving around my work. Finally, he apologized to my mother, saying he had to go and accompany some friends he had invited. I was very unhappy, but there was nothing I could do. My mother comforted me, saying I should understand my father. What kind of couple is this? They understand and sympathize with each other, yet they can't be together.

"Mom, our creation is about to be unveiled!"

"What? Mommy doesn't dare take credit; it was designed entirely by you."

I wanted to joke around a bit more, saying that without Mom's beautiful buttocks, this artwork would never have existed. But there were so many people, and we were surrounded by others, so I had to suppress my joke and focus on what the emcee was saying. Next, the awards were presented in reverse order of merit. Mom and I craned our necks to look at the velvet-covered jar in the center.

"Next, we will unveil the highest award of this competition—the Special Award from the Expert Panel…" A round of applause erupted, and the emcee slowly lifted the velvet. "Ah!" Mom gasped nervously, her slender hand gripping mine tightly; I could clearly feel the sweat on her palm.

This artwork, embodying so much emotion, finally appeared on the stage. From afar, it looked like a ripe apple, but around the "apple" were several faint, barely visible grooves. If you placed these grooves directly in front of your eyes, the entire shape was a perfect replica of Mom's buttocks sticking out in a very lewd pose. Above the lid was a small chrysanthemum, not blooming outwards but rather retracted into the lid, with only the edge, covered in reflective wrinkles, rising above the lid. Needless to say, this design was inspired by the shape of my mother's narrow, compact anus.

Looking at the jar and hearing the applause around us, tears streamed down my face—not tears of shame, but tears of joy. I held my mother's small hand and gently comforted her; both mother and son were immersed in a joyful experience.

"This is a replica of a Qing Dynasty general's jar. The maker's imagination is truly vast. While preserving the simple and solemn design style of the Qing court, he uniquely and boldly deformed the lines of the jar's body. Look at these beautiful curves; elegant and generous, yet possessing a vibrant modern charm. Most remarkably, it also possesses a primal, wild beauty…"

This expert giving the presentation was quite the talker, using all sorts of flowery language. However, I must admit that some of his metaphors were very close to my theme. Isn't sex humanity's most primal desire? But this expert got a little too excited, using a simple jar as a springboard for his own interpretation, eventually incorporating Tang and Song dynasty poetry.

My mother couldn't help but laugh when he first started commenting on the curves, but as the expert went further and further off-topic, she finally took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth, laughing uncontrollably. Actually, I'd wanted to laugh too; it wasn't nearly as exaggerated as he made it out to be. The creation of this work was very simple: the result of a single, frenzied incestuous sexual encounter. I hadn't dared to laugh before, afraid my mother would scold me for being immature, but now that she'd started, I couldn't resist joining in the joke.

"Mom, did you hear that? Your butt is praised for its elegant, simple, dignified, and generous shape, and also... well, it's full of primal, wild beauty... I only realized today that Mom's butt has multiple functions. Not only can it let your own son thrust in all the way, again and again, but it can also serve as a mold for noble works of art, hehe..."

I whispered in Mom's ear. Mom, upon hearing this, pinched my thigh hard while covering her mouth and laughing so hard her shoulders shook, tears streaming down her face. This caused the people in front to frequently turn around and look at Mom in surprise, perhaps wondering, "This woman looks very proper, how could she be so out of control?" But I believe they would never find the answer, no matter how hard they tried.

The tedious lecture finally ended, and Mom finally stopped laughing, watching me go on stage to receive the certificate and 5,000 yuan prize with deep affection in her eyes. "I'll give you a good reward when we get home tonight, hehe!" Mom said to me in a very teasing tone after I returned to my seat, and even blew a breath into my ear. At that moment, I couldn't wait to press her down on the chair and enjoy it.

The atmosphere of the entire awards ceremony was pushed to a climax by the on-site auction of the winning works. With many business celebrities in attendance, the bidding was extremely fierce. Moreover, something happened that night that became the headline of various newspapers the next day: the general's jar I designed based on Mom's alluring buttocks sold for a sky-high price of 80,000. This was naturally facilitated by Dad and his friends.

"Your dad is so proud today. He's such a grown man, yet he's still so happy, really..." After returning home, Mom and I hugged each other and soaked in the bathtub, constantly talking about the various funny things that had happened a few hours earlier.

"Mom, are you happy?"

"Of course, I'm ecstatic, especially when that expert was introducing your lewd jar." "

Haha! I almost laughed myself to death. But... that's not some lewd artwork, it's Mom's body, the most captivating lines in the world."

"Oh dear, you won't even leave me alone in such a small bathtub?"

"Of course, didn't Mom promise to reward me handsomely tonight?"

"Hmph, I knew you'd remember that. Get up and take a shower, if you want... you should at least carry Mommy to bed..."

While I can't say I've achieved great success, at least my work has gone smoothly. What's rare is that I have a beautiful, sexy, and loving mother who wraps her shapely, full legs around my waist, using all her muscles to please my thrusting penis, as an extra reward for my grand prize today.

"Oh...be gentle, you have a celebration party your dad's specially prepared for you tomorrow, get some rest, okay..." "

I don't care, Mom promised to let me enjoy myself tonight. Besides, Mom always has plenty of energy the next day after a good night's pleasure...hehe!" "

Ah...you little devil, Mom's legs are sore, be good! Put them down, okay...ah ah..."

"Wriggle your ass a little more lewdly, hmm! That's it, Mom's body is so beautiful."

We made love until almost midnight, and relying on my youth and strength, I passionately sprayed my semen into Mom's breasts, vagina, and rectum until my penis could no longer stand up. Then it remained inside Mom's body, the place that had nurtured me for nearly 10 months, and we embraced like that until dawn.

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