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My mother conceived me when she was 16. My "father," whom I never met, was a local delinquent teenager, someone she didn't really know, and being in her rebellious phase, she didn't know how to protect herself. By the time my grandparents found out, it was too late for an abortion, so I was born. With my birth, my mother had to drop out of school. But I think of my mom as a superhero; at least she loves me, takes care of me, protects me, and bears all the pressures of life.
In recent years, my mom has been going on blind dates, but she's had bad luck; they're not good people (at least that's what I think). This makes my desire to protect her even stronger because I firmly believe (through TV shows and movies) that women need a man's care and love. This feeling intensified as I entered puberty. It was also around this time that I developed some inexplicable feelings for her, like magma beneath a volcano, boiling and churning fiercely beneath a calm surface.
My mom is 1.65 meters tall, with big, almond-shaped eyes, thick curly hair (I absolutely love her bouncy curls), smooth skin, taut and long legs, and a plump, peach-shaped bottom. She had full 36D breasts, which drew my gaze like hanging bells when she bent over. When my mother was doing housework at home, I would try to avoid her gaze and stare intently at her; she would wear the tightest spandex, a sports bra, and most importantly, when it was just the two of us, she never wore a bra, so I could glimpse the camel toes peeking out from between her legs in her tight pants, plump like a small ditch on a hill. I always fantasized about playing on that grassy hill, my desire like a lost traveler in the desert eagerly plunging into that fertile, overflowing stream.
When I masturbated, all these images and thoughts flooded my mind, making me feel uneasy and apprehensive.
I am not lacking in education; having read history books, I shouldn't think of my mother like this; it's shameful because she is my mother. But the more I thought about it, the weaker my self-control became: I fantasized about entering that deep forest, kissing her deeply with my tongue, and swimming in the stream with my hard penis. Whenever I fantasize about these things, my orgasms are incredible, almost like a Gatling gun blast. But these are just thoughts, I tell myself. No action, no harm (although, sometimes I suspect that when I close my eyes and fantasize, my mother is watching me from outside the door, doing the same thing, but that's just in my head, right?).
But suddenly, everything changed. Suddenly, unbelievably.
It was a stormy night, right after I finished my college entrance exams. My mother and I were watching TV together, which was my most anxious or excited time of day, like being in an oven, feeling like the temperature was over 100 degrees Celsius, and even though it was night, it felt even hotter than during the day.
I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and my mother was only wearing pajamas. I don't know if she knew what X-ray vision was, but it didn't leave much room for my imagination. I kept focusing on the TV instead of her, and everything was fine. Then the wind outside the window rose and fell, and the howling gusts broke the peace inside the house—the power went out.
"Damn it!" I said.
“Hey!” my mom said.
“Oh.”
“Don’t swear, go check the fuse.”
“Oh,” I said.
I went to the hallway and opened the electrical box, but found nothing wrong. At least the fuse wasn’t blown.
“Maybe the whole neighborhood is without power.”
“Okay…” my mom said. She seemed a little distracted.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just… the wind is so strong… it scared me…” my mom seemed a little incoherent.
“It’s okay, I’m here.” I said casually.
“…” She hesitated, looking like she wanted to say something but then paused and said, “Let’s go to sleep… we can chat… just like when you were little…”
I remembered when I was little, in storms like this, she would stay with me because she was worried I would fall asleep. I thought I could do the same for her.
“Okay.”
“…” my mom seemed to want to say something but didn’t, she just came over and gave me a hug. When she hugged me, I could feel her soft body. This sudden embrace stiffened my body and soul simultaneously, a feeling akin to a sudden power outage, devoid of any desire or emotion. Only when she gently released me did a strange surge of excitement well up from within. However, when my mother let go, there seemed to be a hint of disappointment on her face.

About fifteen minutes later, I found a flashlight and led my mother into the room. Upon entering, I naturally helped my mother make the bed, but when I turned around, I saw a sight I will never forget: my mother was taking off her pajamas, as if completely unaware of my presence. In the dim light, I couldn't see much, but the perfect shape of her breasts, waist, and hips shocked me so much that my heart stopped beating, and the tightness in my throat made me feel suffocated, as if all the blood in my body rushed to my head.
I stared blankly, greedily, all the light around me disappearing, as if the world consisted only of this body comparable to Venus.
Mom looked up, pulling me back from my reverie. She smiled awkwardly and said, "Um...it's too hot...I'll change..."
"Um, okay, it's alright," I stammered, flustered. I was at a loss for words.
"When you were little...um...I always...slept naked..."
"Really? You can still now!" I blurted out. Then, as if struck by lightning, I was overwhelmed by endless regret. I lowered my head, trembling slightly, nervously glancing at Mom's expression.
"Okay, goodnight." She leaned closer, turned off the flashlight, and lay down on the bed.
"Cough," I cleared my itchy throat and stiffly climbed into bed.
My heart pounded; I couldn't face her. I kept trying to tell myself that nothing was wrong, that it was okay, that Mom was just...Mom, she still treated me like a child. Maybe it was because I was leaving home for university...
I was sleeping in the same bed as my mother, she was naked, and I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, which couldn't hide my erection no matter what. But I tried to think about anything else—basketball, cycling, games—and it eventually subsided. A
virgin is a virgin, after all, and I fell asleep. ...
When we both woke up, we had both slept for about an hour: lightning flashed violently outside, and the thunder made us both jump out of bed. My mother gasped for breath.
"Are you okay?" I whispered.
Just then, the thunder broke again, and my mother jumped into my arms in fright.
After a brief moment of shock, I said, "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here." I felt like her guardian angel, just like when I was a child in her arms, as if nothing bad was going to happen.
In that moment, I loved her more than just a son's love.
I felt that we had an incredible, deep, and profound connection.
Although my erection made my blood vessels feel like they were about to burst, at that moment, no desire truly arose deep within my soul; perhaps it was merely a physical reaction etched into my genes?
After the thunder, I suddenly realized her breasts were pressed against my body and chest, her nipples as hard as stone—in that instant, I thought of the Venus statue in the art studio.
Her legs were against me, her pubic hair so close that all my attention was focused on those two points.
I held her close, one arm encircling her soft back. All I can say is, I was surprised to find my penis had somehow softened, and the moment I realized it, it instantly sprang to life. In a second, it went from 8cm to 18cm, transforming almost instantaneously.
I couldn't hold back any longer, knowing I wanted to possess her, and I became bolder. I breathed softly, finally calming down, and my hand slowly moved down her back, reaching for her buttocks. I almost felt like I wasn't myself anymore, like I was just a hand.
"What are you doing?" my mother suddenly said. I was silent for ten seconds, or maybe an hour.
"I... um~, I..."
As I timidly and reluctantly tried to pull my hand back, "Um... you like Mommy's butt?" My mother's body trembled slightly, and she raised her head as if trying to face me.
Although it was dark, I could see a strange light flickering in her evasive eyes, and I could feel the warmth emanating from her burning cheeks... and the heartbeat emanating from her trembling breasts.
“Mom… um… yes… um.” I answered my mother almost unconsciously.
“I… okay, Mom should, um~ Mom, um, you know tonight, um~ this will happen, um~ this situation. Mom was young once too. Knows what these impulses are. And…,” But Mom’s hand rushed towards my penis, and just as it was about to reach it, she suddenly froze.
A few seconds later, “Oh…” Mom let out a soft moan.
“Oh, Mom. I… just… just…” I stammered, my heart pounding.
“What?” After what felt like an eternity, Mom asked in a hoarse whisper.
Then I realized she might have been egging me on. “It’s fucking hot,” I said.
“I know.” Mom’s voice was barely audible.
“What?” I was genuinely surprised. But I was sure I heard something in the wind and rain.
Mom sighed and said, “Mom saw you peeking at Mom…” Then she ran her finger along the head of my penis. I could hardly believe it.
“This is… wrong, isn’t it?” Mom asked, but it sounded like she was asking herself.
“I don’t know…” I was stunned. But I knew I was being consumed by desire. The sensation from the head of my penis stung my brain.
“If you promise not to tell anyone,” Mom said, her voice resolute, as if she had become a completely different person. But in an instant, her body went from hard to incredibly soft, like she was exhausted? Yes, exhausted.
“Yes,” I answered instinctively, feeling the sudden warmth and wetness on Mom’s body.
“…”
“…”
Just when I was at my most nervous, Mom’s cheek slid across my chest and gently kissed me. Perhaps because of my stiffness and bewilderment, Mom sighed, turned her head, and buried her face in my hair and the pillow.

This was the first time I had tasted my mother’s lips.
“I love you,” I said. I mustered my courage and hugged her tightly.
“Mmm… Mom loves you too, oh… baby.” Mom’s voice came softly from my hair.
I turned my head, kissed Mom’s cheek, and tried to find her lips. My mother, eyes closed, turned slightly to the side, and I suckled, feeling as if I were on a cloud. After a while, just as I was about to turn to face my mother, something soft, moist, and very nimbly slipped into my mouth. I was startled—yes, startled—and my head tilted back. When I came to my senses, I saw a look of loneliness on my mother's face, her eyes tightly closed. I felt a pang of inexplicable heartache and hugged my mother tightly, kissing her lips again. Then I realized it was my mother's tongue, so I clumsily slipped my tongue into her lips.
After a long kiss, my mother nestled in my arms and chuckled, glancing at me furtively, and whispered, "First...kiss?"
"Mmm," I replied, feeling both ashamed and at ease. To be honest, with other women, even if I accidentally glimpsed their private parts, my penis wouldn't react. On the contrary, it was often because my mother was dressed even slightly revealingly that I would become irresistibly hard—this used to be my greatest torment.
Hearing this, Mom chuckled again. Although she lowered her head and tried hard not to make a sound, her naked, trembling body betrayed her.
I smiled self-deprecatingly, trying to hug her tighter, and boldly caressed the breasts I had longed for. Perhaps it was the sweat from my palms on her breasts? Or perhaps my rough hands were rubbing her nipples painfully? Mom stopped laughing, swallowed, opened her arms and hugged me, affectionately pressing her forehead against mine. She moved her body upwards, pressing my face tightly against her full breasts, stroking my head with her hands and cheeks, murmuring like a cat, "Mmm~, eat~." I foolishly took Mom's nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. After a while, Mom gently pushed me away, kissed my forehead, moved her body down, wrapped her arms around my neck, and smiled as she pressed her forehead against mine, saying, "Silly boy, Mommy's milk has dried up a long time ago~" I smiled foolishly and hummed in agreement, but my hands automatically climbed up to the breasts that had nurtured me.
After stroking them for a while, I tried to gently press Mom's nipples with my fingers, secretly glancing at her expression. I saw her looking down at me playing with her breasts, and I boldly said, "Mom, I want to eat more." At the same time, I pinched Mom's nipple between two fingers and rubbed it with my thumb.
Mom looked up and smiled, "Do you still want to eat?" As she spoke, she flicked my nose. I immediately blushed, but still obediently hummed in agreement.
Mom sat up, lying on her side, supporting her upper body with one arm. She cupped one of her breasts in her right hand and put it in my mouth, gently stroking my hair. "Eat," she said, "Mommy's breasts are only for you." She then kissed my forehead again.
I wrapped my arms around Mom's slender waist, greedily sucking, my tongue instinctively circling her nipple.
"It hurts," Mom whimpered. "Mmm," I responded, softening my sucking.
"No," Mom said softly, patting my hands. "You're hurting Mommy, be gentle, silly son~" she then let out a soft moan. I then realized that my hands had somehow become gripped tightly on Mom's buttocks, my fingers digging deep into her flesh.
"Gently~ mmm~ a little, son~" Mom breathed heavily in my ear, holding my head tightly.
Startled, I released my hands, then instantly placed them back on Mom's buttocks with a soft "smack."
"Hmm~~" Mom gently pushed my head away, giving me a shy yet reproachful glare: "You naughty son, daring to spank Mom's bottom," then pulled me into her arms: "Naughty son~ Oh, why are you sweating so much?" Mom tapped my head angrily: "Dare to flirt with Mom, yet you're such a coward? You naughty son." As she spoke, Mom reached her hand under my t-shirt, trying to take it off. I sat up and took off my t-shirt with Mom, then glanced at Mom's naked body, mustered my courage, and took off my shorts too.
Now, I was naked, just like her.
We lay flat on the bed, snuggling together, caressing each other. Everything was so quiet. The sounds of wind and rain outside the window, thunder and lightning, seemed to be celebrating my 18-year-old dream coming true. "Maybe," I thought, "maybe I can openly look at Mom's naked body? And breastfeed? And touch Mom's bottom?"
"Is this your first time?" Mom suddenly broke the silence in the room.
"What?" I suddenly felt guilty, but still honestly answered, "Um..." I wasn't sure if Mom was asking about my first time sleeping naked or something else...
"You won't... right?" After saying that, Mom took a deep breath, paused, and then, as if she had made up her mind, suddenly grabbed my penis and moved her body down, constantly stroking my penis and testicles. I was suddenly struck by this overwhelming happiness. My stiff hands hung in mid-air. As my mother's breasts rubbed against my lower abdomen, I quickly grasped them and tried to pull her up—I couldn't wait to taste them. I hadn't seen these two soft, warm breasts for over a decade, and they could appear in my dreams at any moment. At that moment, I felt my penis enter a warm, moist place. The unparalleled comfort I had never experienced before made me groan—my mother kissed the head of my penis—that was the only thought in my mind at that moment!
Then, that groan was like a trigger. My mother tightly enveloped my penis with her full lips, moving them up and down, her soft tongue circling and licking the head and frenulum of my penis in her mouth. At the same time, she massaged my scrotum with both hands.
After a brief moment of disorientation, I lowered my stiff hands from mid-air onto the back of her head and began to force her to move her penis rapidly against mine. Then I heard a series of pleasant moans coming from her throat.
My mother's moans made my scrotum contract to its limit, so tight it hurt, but my penis grew even larger. "Mom, Mom... oh, Mom..." I murmured incoherently.
The moment I ejaculated into my mother's mouth, I tried to push her away. But my mother gripped and licked my penis even tighter, swallowing incessantly, not stopping even as the semen began to spill from her mouth. My mother's actions made me briefly lose consciousness, or perhaps... not lose consciousness, but rather all my consciousness was focused on my glans—the whole world consisted only of my mother's flexible and soft tongue, and my blissful glans.
After ejaculating, my erection didn't disappear, but remained firm, throbbing against my mother's lips. I looked up at my mother's eyes, shining brightly between my legs, and tried to enter her red lips again.
My mother swallowed the semen in her mouth, licked her lips: "My turn." My mother climbed on top of me, whispering in my ear like a kitten. With a brief kiss, her warm, wet breath filled my ear, her nimble tongue tracing the contours of her ear.
Thunder followed, then lightning flashed, and rain poured down the window.
I rolled over, pinning her beneath me, propping myself up, and stared at her nipples in the lightning flashes. I chuckled softly, gently sucking on her two tender, red cherries, one after the other. It felt like stepping back in time, because I had been suckling them for so many years. As I suckled her breasts, my mother let out soft, cat-like moans. I looked up at my dear, hot, sweet, magical mother goddess.
“Son,” my mother said, “love me.”

I didn’t speak, but bent down and kissed her, starting from her forehead, inch by inch downwards, wanting to kiss every inch of her skin.
“Oh my God. Oh, my God. Slower, slower.” As I kissed my mother’s long neck, I heard a heavenly sound emanating from her chest, like music from the clouds.
My body trembled slightly at my mother's pleasure. I lowered my head and gently kissed her breast, my lips brushing against her nipple. When I placed my lips on it, her nipple was already erect like a flower bud ready to bloom. I closed my eyes and suckled at her nipple. It was like I was an infant again, instinctively suckling at her. I let her feel caressed by my tongue, releasing the moans deep within her heart. After suckling her breasts in turn, I licked a straight line down her abdomen with the tip of my tongue. My hands slid from her breasts down her soft skin to her buttocks. When I kissed the edge of her pubic hair, my mother trembled slightly.
My hands seemed to possess magic; when I gently caressed the base of her firm thighs, my mother's legs blossomed like flowers, revealing her delicate and lovely bud.
My mother's mons pubis was full and plump, like a hill—fertile soil, a blessed land where only here could lush, alluring pubic hair grow. Her labia swelled behind a neat patch of black hair, their purplish-red edges gradually fading to a baby-skin-like pink, like a delicate rosebud glistening with morning dew, shy yet blooming at the perfect time.
As my fingers slid across the lush pubic hair, caressing the plump rose petals, accompanied by my mother's soft moans, it opened completely for me. The exquisite, tender touch captivated me, until my mother's rapid hip movements urged me to slide my fingers into the pink crevice.
After playing with the shallow water at the bottom of the ditch for a while, my fingers slid towards the bubbling spring. My mother lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders. Her long, strong legs trembled as they slid across my shoulders, and my fingertips circled the spring. I continued to love her vulva, making it even wetter with natural lubricant. As I slid back into the crevice, my mother's blooming labia, like a mimosa, enveloped my fingers with the touch of her sensual lips. When I slid out again, my middle finger glistened in the lightning.
I pushed it deep and slowly into my mother's heart, as if it had taken an eternity. The warmth and moisture of the folds inside my mother's vagina seemed to become my entire world. My mother's legs were tense, her breath caught in her throat, her buttocks pressed tightly against the mattress, her two beautiful breasts rising high like small mountains as her back arched. Her wide-open red lips were hidden behind her bony chin, the cherry-red tips peeking out from her nipples. This stiffness suddenly erupted when my middle finger touched a soft spot deep inside. A groan, accompanied by rapid trembling in her throat, suddenly rang out. Her legs shot straight up towards the sky, then without warning, she slid off me and fell heavily onto the bed.
"Mom?" I paused. "Did I hurt you?" I pulled my middle finger out, but the response was a groan mixed with pain and pleasure, indescribable to me: "Oh~ no~~ no~~, quick, quick love Mom~~ quick~" My mother released my hair, gripping the sheets tightly, her head tilted back, her full breasts erect, her legs wrapped around my armpits, hugging my body tightly, her hips shifting from one side to the other. As I placed my other thumb on her clitoris, I slowed the thrusting motion, rubbing it with straight lines and circles. I looked up to see my mother's face, but her large breasts trembled and twisted rapidly, repeatedly rising and falling, the purplish-red nipples quivering and leaping with moans—this alluring sight I'd never seen before obscured her face.
I pulled my hands from her vulva and put them in my mouth, licking her juices. Sweet and sour, like the taste of first love.
I spread my mother's legs apart, pushing them upwards into an M shape, just as I had done before.
I lowered my head and sniffed; my mother's pubic hair, glistening with nectar, trembled against my nose, a decadent fragrance filling my nostrils and intoxicating my mind.
I tried to kiss her labia like my mother had kissed my penis. I opened my mouth, wanting to take her labia all in, but when I kissed her, I found my lips being kissed by my mother's labia, as sweet as our first kiss, but even warmer and wetter.
Without any instruction, I gently traced the outline of her labia with my tongue. The next second, accompanied by my mother's uncontrollable trembling, I opened my mouth wide and took her entire labia into my mouth, sucking and licking them up and down with my tongue. My tongue tip traced the outline of her labia, then moved upwards, circling over her erect clitoris, then quickly moved downwards, exploring the gushing entrance of her vagina, and then repeatedly tracing the outline of her labia to lick her clitoris...
"Oh~ baby~ baby~ baby~ quick, quick~~" my mother said intermittently, her voice trembling with tears. This was hard for me to understand, because I didn't know if my clumsiness was making her feel as good as I had before, or if it was because my clumsiness was hurting her.
As if sensing my hesitation, my mother pressed my head down tightly with both hands, spread her legs into a split, and her buttocks, as taut as beautiful marble, tried to push me into her lips, as if trying to shove me back into my old home.
With a telepathic connection, I supported her buttocks, which were off the bed, and inserted my tongue into her vagina, which was as wet as after a tsunami. Her juices were even sweeter, and the constantly flowing fluids mixed with my saliva soaked her perfect pubic hair. This feeling made me feel like I was floating on clouds.
My mother's taut, full buttocks seemed to be causing her vagina to contract as well. I vigorously moved my tongue inside her tight vagina, and my mother's legs, spread wide on the bed, formed an even larger M-shape, pushing her buttocks upwards. With each movement of my tongue, I could feel her legs trembling wildly.
"Ah~ son~~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~."
When my tongue came out of her vagina, I continued to lick her clitoris and suck on her labia with my lips. "Ah~~~ Son!! I fucking! I fuck..... Mmm~~~ Ah!" A long nasal sound escaped from my mother's full, heaving chest. She gasped for breath, her body flushed pink in the dim light. Then her buttocks slammed heavily onto the bed, away from my lips. Her legs spread wide, convulsing uncontrollably. Accompanied by hoarse gasps and moans, her legs convulsed, and she screamed and cried out for me. If it weren't for the thunderstorm outside, I believe the neighbors would have heard her. My face was covered in her juices, but at that moment I felt proud of myself. I knew this was the female orgasm described in books.
I rested my head on the inside of her thighs, gently kissing her vulva and clitoris, my hands soothing the afterglow of her orgasm on her buttocks and thighs. Glistening drops of sweat gathered on my mother's long, slender thighs, the sweet love juice mixed with my saliva glistening quietly in the dense black forest.
My mother, panting, murmured something indistinctly. I gave her a long kiss on her thigh and the hairline of her pubic area.
I sat up, my hands slipping under her armpits and tightly gripping her shoulders. I propped myself up on the bed, admiring my mother's rosy cheeks. Fine beads of sweat dampened her hair, which was disheveled and spread across the pillow. Dewdrops fluttered on her dark eyelashes, her pink face as delicate as a lotus emerging from water. Her slightly rapid breaths carried a fragrant scent from her pearly white teeth, tugging at her delicate nostrils and stirring a tender feeling within me.
Although my penis was already throbbing, I only wanted to be with her. My hands moved up through her disheveled, damp black hair, pulling her tightly into my arms. I rested my head against her ear, my chin rubbing against her delicate collarbone, and gently kissed her neck. My mother raised her hands and gently stroked my back with her fingertips, lightly sliding from my neck to my tailbone.
We lay there in silence. Not a word was spoken.
In my mother's arms, I basked in the love and warmth she gave me. It ignited a passion within me that I had never truly felt before. Even my body trembled with excitement.
I was excited. Not because I was in bed with my mother, not because of our oral sex, or the intercourse we were about to have. My body tingled as if electrified, because I could feel her true love for me. Not as a son, but as a man, she gently kissed me, her hands caressing my buttocks, caressing my penis, and her tongue entwining with mine in my mouth.

I propped myself up and knelt between my mother's legs. I knelt down and gave my mother a deep kiss on her labia. Using a position I'd learned from Japanese adult films, I scooped her legs up from the outside and placed them on my shoulders, gently pressing down. Looking directly into her eyes, which shone brightly in the darkness, I pressed the head of my penis between her labia—it was so tight; without the previous lubrication, I doubted I could have slipped in.
I pressed my penis against her labia and slowly moved it up and down, searching for my birthplace with the head of my penis. My mother smiled, looking into my eyes, and gently arched her back. My penis instantly entered the place I had longed for.
At first, it was tight and twitched rhythmically a few times. Just like how my mother had been kissing and sucking my head with her sexy little mouth, the slippery, warm sensation on my glans made me even more intoxicated.
My mother groaned, reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck, lying there quietly with a Mona Lisa-like smile, waiting for me to come home.
"Mmm~ Mom." I called softly, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed open the door to my home, which I hadn't seen for fifteen years.
"Mmm~~" Mom responded with a sweet smile.
As my penis slowly entered her vagina, our eyes locked.
When my penis parted her delicate lips, a very pleasant smile appeared on her face.
My penis slowly entered inch by inch until her buttocks were pressed tightly against the back of my thighs. Mom bit her lip, still smiling, looking at me with dreamy eyes.
I knew that at this moment, we were both looking at each other, concentrating all our senses in that small space, and then deeply etching it into every inch of each other's souls.
I leaned against Mom's knees, hugging her legs, immersing my penis in her vagina. I gently pushed Mom's legs forward, looking down at my penis tightly joined with hers inside her vagina. Mom sat up, took my hands, looked at our union, and smiled at me.
My mother's smile was so radiant, so gentle, like a mother welcoming her son who had been away from home for years, joyful and happy. Yes, I had been away from home for a long time.
My mother playfully pouted at me, then placed her hands on my chest and gently pushed me away. As if something was amiss, she wrapped her arms around my neck, smiling playfully while wiggling her plump, juicy buttocks. She gestured with her chin for me to look down; my penis was covered in the sweet juices of my mother's vulva, forming a thick layer of creamy foam as it rubbed against her labia. I looked at my mother, puzzled. She shrank her neck again, chuckled, and then pulled me closer to her. As I kissed her chin, her hands slid down to my sides, pushing me back, and then, with a long "Mmm," she forcefully pulled my buttocks closer to her.
"Silly son~" Mom whispered breathlessly in my ear, "Love Mom, mmm~~" While kissing me, Mom slipped her tongue into my mouth, entwining it with mine, her hips moving rhythmically. This sensation filled me with immense pleasure and excitement. I thrust my hips forward, trying to penetrate deeper.
Perhaps I was too forceful, hurting Mom's soft, plump labia. Suddenly, Mom braced herself against my chest, pushing me away, glaring at me with a hint of annoyance. Her sudden action left me bewildered, and I could only stare blankly at her shy yet reproachful face. A few seconds later, Mom seemed to suddenly realize something, chuckled, and pulled me tightly against her chest again, whispering in my ear, "Silly boy!" Then, her gentle hands slid to my waist, giving a light push, and as my penis was halfway out, she pulled it back forcefully, then blinked her big eyes and asked, "Did you get it?"
I suddenly realized, and whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, your man knows how!" Then I began to thrust rapidly.
My mother's vulva was like perfect velvet on the outside, but inside it was wet and slippery, allowing me to slide easily, yet it was tight and elastic enough to hold my penis.
I kissed her breasts again from her lips and began to suckle her nipples. She was moaning deeper: "Ah~~, um~~ ah~~, your penis... oh, son."
"Mmm," I replied. "Do you like it? Do you like your son back in your body?"
"Ah~~, too deep. Ah~~ you're too deep. Ah~~ faster." My mother didn't answer me directly.
I increased my speed and began to thrust into her vagina. As I thrust faster, she locked her legs behind me. Her breasts bounced against my chest. Then I pressed down on her, gripping her hands tightly, and locking my legs around her ankles, making us spread-eagled so that our skin was pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other.
As she moaned and cried out, I even kissed her deeply. The rhythm of our hips moving was so synchronized, so perfectly in sync. Yes, wasn't the mother always there to greet her son at the door when he came home?
"Wait a minute, son," Mom suddenly said, then flipped me off her body, nimbly got up, knelt on my waist, guided my penis into herself, and began to ride me.
"Ah~~ Ahhh~~~~!"
Mom's breasts bounced up and down with her movements. I impulsively pulled Mom down, took her nipple into my mouth, held her buttocks with both hands, and thrust my hips forward quickly.
I don't know how much time passed, but as my penis grew harder and thicker, Mom realized I was about to ejaculate. She straightened up, sat heavily on my penis, and began to rotate and twist rapidly, making even louder sounds of pleasure, causing me to erupt like a volcano. Even after I finished, Mom continued to twist her hips, only at a slower pace, which gave me a subtle sensation even more pleasurable than the moment of ejaculation.
My mother didn't use any protection; she just let me release a huge amount of semen into her vagina. In the darkness, we felt so intimately connected; I could hardly imagine the feeling, like being on a cloud.
After a long, heavy breathing, I sat up and looked at her sideways.
"Hmm?" my mother asked. She wasn't like a mother anymore; she was like a wildcat. She smiled seductively, licking her lips and playfully biting her lower lip as she looked at me.
"I want more, Mom."
"Come on."
"Hmm."
"Ah~~ Ahhhhhhh!"
After the third ejaculation, my penis finally began to lose its hardness. We were both soaking wet, falling into an embrace, kissing, and soon we fell asleep...

The next morning we woke up, and at first neither of us was sure what had happened. We looked at each other; now we weren't in the dark, but in the bright morning sunlight.
"Mom?" I said. I felt I was my mother's man, and I couldn't let my woman break this slightly awkward and ambiguous atmosphere.
"Hmm," my mother hummed shyly.
“Yes, that’s right. So, Mom,” I looked at my mother, who suddenly mustered up her courage, “you’re my woman now!” I tried to look as manly as I did on TV.
“Pfft,” Mom laughed. “Son, um, okay, little husband?!” She looked very pretty and playful then, like a naive teenage girl.
The morning sunlight shone on her face and body as Mom curled up in my arms.
“Let’s take a shower first,” I laughed.
“Yes, we…” Suddenly, Mom laughed too. “Mommy’s pussy is full of your semen.” She playfully stuck out her little tongue, then smiled slyly: “If I get pregnant, will the child call you Daddy or Brother?”
“Okay, okay, call me Daddy, but I’ll still call you Mommy when we make love,” I laughed.
“Mmm~, you little rascal,” Mom paused, then said in a barely audible moan, “Bad boy, Mommy’s wet again.”
“Call me husband~” I tried to look fierce. Then she threw herself into her mother's arms.
"You naughty son, you're such a naughty son! Ah~~" Her mother laughed and half-heartedly pushed me, and when I thrust into her wet little pussy without any foreplay, we both let out a groan of unbridled pleasure.
"Don't fuck Mommy, ah~ naughty son, stop! Ah~~" Her mother pushed me away forcefully, "Stop, ah~ eat first, ah~ son, ah ah~ go take a shower first, ah~ eat first and then fuck me~ ah~ Mommy, ah~~ ah~~ good son, ah~ listen to me, ah~ this is bad for your health! Ah~, good husband, ah~ husband begs you~"
Her mother pushed against my chest while honestly wrapping her legs tightly around my waist.
I paused, looking at my mother's conflicted yet excitedly flushed face, and thought for a moment, "Okay, I'll love you later, but I want you to hold me tight." Hearing this, my mother quickly hugged me tightly, almost hanging on me. I straightened up, one hand around my mother's back, the other lifting her buttocks and squeezing them hard.
"Mmm~ Ah, you're naughty," my mother said coquettishly, hugging me even tighter.
"Hehe," I chuckled mischievously, "Son, listen to your mother, go take a shower first." Saying this, I carried my mother off the bed. "Hold me tight," I said mischievously, supporting my mother's buttocks with both hands, preventing her feet from touching the ground. My penis was still tightly inserted into my mother's vagina, and with each deliberately heavy step I took, my penis slid in and out even deeper. My mother's breasts pressed against my chest under her embrace.
"Ah~ Ah ah~~ No~ Ah~ Son~ Ah~ Husband~~ Ah~ Mom~ Ah~ Mom~ Ah~ I'm going to die~ Ah~" With Mom's unrestrained moans, my penis became even thicker and harder, almost penetrating deep into Mom's uterus with each thrust.
"Ah~~~~" Mom let out a long, melodious moan, a warm current gushing from Mom's lower abdomen and spraying onto my glans. After a few seconds of stiffness, Mom's body went limp and she lay on top of me, swaying precariously.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my penis still hard inside Mom's vagina. Mom sat on my lap with her legs apart, her head on my shoulder, her whole body limp against my chest. After a while, Mom's small hand touched my lower back, a sharp pain made me cry out "Ah!" and I gripped Mom's buttocks tightly with both hands.
"Mmm~" Mom tensed up from the internal thrust, then sat up straight, one arm around my waist, the other pinching my ear: "You little rascal, are you trying to kill your mother?"
Looking at Mom's shy yet reproachful face, I was stunned.
"Are you silly?" Mom released my ear, scolding me coquettishly: "Is this your first time with Mom? How come you're so good at it? You almost killed your mother? Tell me! Confess!" Mom's eyes reddened at the end.
I immediately hugged Mom, flustered: "Mom, it really is my first time, um, last night."
"Pfft," Mom laughed at my incoherent words.
Immediately, I felt reassured: "As for positions, I bet you're not as experienced as me..."
"What?" Before I could finish, Mom turned into an angry fairy again.
"Let me finish, Mom~" I hugged my mom's bottom and stroked it. "This is really my first time with you. As for positions and stuff, there are tons of those in porn, really."
"Huh?" Mom's anger turned to joy, but then she grabbed my ear and pinched it: "You brat, are you going to do something bad?"
"Um, Mom~" I patted my mom's bottom and said, "No, it was other classmates who saw it. I happened to be at their house and we watched together. You don't believe me, son?"
"Hehe." Mom rubbed my ear shyly, "You naughty son, did you learn to peep at your mom washing her bottom and changing clothes from them?"
"No, Mom, it's in our mother-son bond. You naturally attract me, really. I didn't get hard when I watched those porn movies, but then I was afraid they'd laugh at me, so I thought about your bottom, and I instantly got hard."
"You little rascal, when did you start peeping at your mom's bottom?" Mom looked at me with curiosity.
"Mom." Since it's happened, I'll open my heart and tell my mother what's on my mind: "I've always wanted to be your husband, ever since I was a child, so I don't even know how old I am."
"Stop!" Mom looked at me with a mischievous smile, wiggling her bottom: "When you were just old enough to understand, what did you know about women? Don't lie."
"Mom, what lie have I ever told you?" I said, gently pushing Mom's lower back: "Mom, don't people always say that women can't live without men? How miserable it is for single women, and so on? Back then
, I wanted to be your husband." "Hmm, that's true. You said you wanted to marry Mom when you were little. Here's a reward for you." Saying that, Mom kissed me, wiggling her bottom as well.
The dual sensations from my lower body and lips made me blurt out, "I've always been waiting to grow up and marry you, but you said, and some books say that mothers and sons shouldn't be together. But in Greek mythology, in Egypt, in the Japanese imperial family, and so on, there are so many stories about people marrying their mothers. I just fantasized about marrying you, having a child, and being happy together forever."
My mother's small mouth, which had been wide open, stared blankly at me and stopped moving. I playfully rubbed my mom's bottom and said, "Later, when I grew up, I knew that a son can't marry his mother, but I never gave up. Really, do you remember when I asked you how a baby came out of Mom's tummy?"
Mom thought for a moment and nodded. "How old were you then? Sixth grade? Back then you...you..."
"No, Mom, I just wanted to marry you back then, I didn't think about having sex. I was just curious where I came out of your body, and you told me it was through your anus, remember? You were very unhappy at the time, and I believed you. Later, in sex education class, the teacher didn't explain it, but told us to observe it ourselves. I learned that semen enters the uterus to give birth, and I thought it was shot into the anus. Several times I had wet dreams where I was inserting my penis into your anus." "
Huh? Haha~" Mom pinched my waist. "You still say such dirty words as 'penis'?"
Looking at Mom's shy and reproachful expression, I stammered, "Isn't it said that saying dirty words during sex between couples can enhance the fun?"
"Pah!" Mom rolled her eyes at me, her face slightly flushed, and said, "Who said we're husband and wife? I'm your mother, you have to find me a daughter-in-law, don't delay me from holding my grandson."
I impulsively hugged Mom tightly, rolled over and pinned her to the bed: "No, Mom, give me a baby, and I'll fuck you." As I said this, my legs landed on the edge of the bed and I started thrusting rapidly.
"You stinky son, ah~, you stinky son, ah ah~ Mom won't give in, ah~ you give birth~ ah~ son~ fuck Mom to death. Ah~ good son, Mom~ ah~ just~ ah~ just~ ah for son to fuck,~ ah~~"
Listening to Mom's incoherent ramblings, a wave of tingling sensation shot from my brain straight to my penis, and I ejaculated violently.
Mom lay lazily on the bed, waving her hand: "You naughty son, put Mom's legs up here, Mom's going to die. Mmm~ Ah."
I carried Mom to the bed, sitting beside her, panting heavily. Suddenly, I noticed that Mom's pubic hair was stuck together with our love juice. I reached for a tissue from the bedside table to wipe her, but as soon as I touched her thigh, Mom let out a weak "Ah!" and waved her hand. "No, son, no. Mom can't take it anymore, please, son, husband, let your mom rest for a while."
I said, "Mom, let me wipe it for you, so you won't feel uncomfortable."
Mom moved her arm away from her eyes, fluttering her long eyelashes: "You know to wipe a woman after we're done, son, you're such a sweet man~"
"No, Mom, you're the only one I have, the only one for life, really."
"Stop it, I'm your mother!"
A hint of sadness flashed in my mother's eyes as she struggled to her feet. "Don't mess around, go take a shower first, or I'll make you regret it."
Just as I was feeling incredibly frustrated, I heard my mother say, "You can mess around after dinner~" I looked up, and my mother's teasing smile flashed past the bathroom doorway.

The rest of the day, including showers, including shower sex, my mother and I were completely naked. We did it in almost every room, and I had four orgasms, a first for me. While she was making breakfast in the kitchen, I fucked her from behind, and when I wasn't even thinking about sex, she licked between my legs, making me hard. Her warm smile, her large breasts, and her full ass—everything about her was perfect. Only once did I ejaculate outside her vagina—my mother thought I was obsessed with her breasts, so she assumed I would enjoy fucking her tits too—and neither of us thought about the consequences.
Three months later, my mother secretly had a sterilization procedure. During the period after her surgery when sex was forbidden, she demanded that I ejaculate in her mouth or anus, at least once a day. I refused, thinking it would arouse her and affect her recovery. However, my mother didn't give up, always calling me "husband~" naked. I admit, I struggled to hold back, even going to the bathroom to fantasize about her masturbating, then coming out to tell her righteously that she shouldn't even think about it until she recovered, and that I would fuck her for days and nights! In the end, my mother seemed to give up, and we slept in each other's arms fully clothed, our kisses limited to that.
Three days before my mother's one-month recovery period ended, she finished showering, giggled, threw a towel over my head, and knelt on me with her legs spread, still wet: "Husband, let me wipe your darling~ husband~" I took a deep breath and began to wipe my mother's body seriously, making her pant and writhe on top of me. Her plump, alluring buttocks rubbed against my crotch beneath her slender waist.
I slapped my mother's buttocks: "Good wife, all done wiping. Be good, there are still three days left. In three days, I'll fuck you to death!" I pretended to grit my teeth.
"Hmph!" Mom instantly flew into a rage. "I don't believe you're not hard!" With that, she forcefully pulled down my shorts, impatiently pulling off my underwear as well. Then, staring blankly at my limp penis, she suddenly burst into tears. "You're disgusted with me, aren't you? You don't feel anything at all, do you?"
Seeing Mom's tearful face, I panicked. "No, Mom!" I hugged her tightly. "No, you don't know how hard I work. I secretly masturbate several times a day, trying to calm myself down. Didn't you notice I don't even dare eat meat? I don't dare eat my fill."
"Really?" Mom smiled through her tears, then playfully punched my chest. "Who told you to hold back? And dare to masturbate behind my back? Can't I help you masturbate?"
"No, if you help me, firstly, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back, and secondly, aren't you also uncomfortable when you help me? It's not good for your recovery." After saying that, I kissed Mom.
My mother's tears welled up instantly, and she hugged me tightly: "Good son, Mom won't tease you anymore, I won't make you suffer so much. It's only two days, after two days Mom will let you fuck her to death willingly. Mom's good son, good son husband, ah~ kiss Mom. Hmm~ are you hard?" "
Hmm, Mom~" I gasped.
"Fuck me, fuck Mom, it's only two days left, if you can't, just fuck me once, just fuck Mom once. Ah~~" Before my mother finished speaking, I couldn't help but insert my penis, just to the bottom of my mother's vagina, a familiar feeling instantly gushed out.
"Mom. I, um,"
"Hehe, it's okay, silly son. You haven't done it in a long time, so you're bound to be sensitive. Mom just had an orgasm too, didn't you feel anything?" Mom said, panting
, slumped against me. Only then did I realize my lower body was soaking wet. Wait, why is it so wet? I pushed Mom away and looked at our genitals. There was no blood, just water. I gently moved and pulled my penis out, looking at the soaked sofa, and let out a long sigh.
I carried Mom to the bed and sat her on the edge. Mom's face was pressed tightly against my crotch, her long eyelashes fluttering, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint: "Hey, did you think you hurt me? Did you think I bled just now?"
"Yeah!" I was still shaken and angrily looked at Mom.
Mom giggled: "Honey, you didn't enjoy it, did you? Let me suck it out for you. Anyway, I'm soaking wet, so don't worry~, hehe, honey, okay?" Mom said, her hands starting to stroke my penis.
"Don't think about it, I don't want to think about it anymore, let's go to sleep." I slapped Mom's hands away.
"Honey, holding it in isn't good for your health, honey~" Mom said, her voice trailing off in a coquettish tone.
"If you can't get it up, go to sleep." I patted the back of Mom's head, trying my best not to look at her.
"Okay then." Mom sat up abruptly, her two full breasts bouncing in front of me like little red-eyed rabbits. "I won't touch you, but if you get hard, you have to let me lick it out for you." As she spoke, Mom licked her lips and winked at me. "You don't need to masturbate yourself. A husband's penis belongs to his wife, understand?" With that, Mom tilted her head and tapped my forehead with her finger. The force of her finger made me nod.
"No need to cheat, you nodded." Mom jumped up excitedly.
I said helplessly, "Okay, on the condition that you said you wouldn't touch me."
"Okay~" Mom giggled and jumped down, starting to wiggle her body. Compared to a few days ago, she wiggled like a South Korean actress, seductive and alluring.
"Damn, when did you learn that?"
"You watch South Korean pop stars dance, do you think I don't know?"
"Yeah, you don't know, when I watch them dance, it just looks pretty, I've never reacted." I smiled at her teasingly, mimicking my mother's expression, and shook my finger.
"Hmm?" My mother looked between my legs: "Really!" My mother sat down next to me dejectedly, cross-legged, and looked at me. No one knows a son better than his mother; she knew I wouldn't lie to her.
"Then what should I do?"
I spread my hands, indicating that I couldn't help.
Mom rolled her big, dark eyes, lay down on the bed, and arched her legs high, her buttocks and upper body forming an arc: "Son, look at Mom, you haven't seen Mom's pussy properly yet, and Mom's little asshole, Mom's little asshole is still a virgin~"
"Son, look at Mom, Mom's asshole, pussy, and little mouth are all for you, okay? Good son, Mom misses your big cock so much. Isn't Mom your wife? Mom wants her son, her husband, to fuck her~~"
"xxx! What do you mean? Mom spreads her legs for you to see, how dare you not look?!" Mom jumped up from the bed in a fit of rage, then seemed to discover something: "Take your hands off? Why are you covering them? You've already fucked Mom, why are you still covering them?" As she spoke, Mom pried my hands off, and then was surprised to find my penis shooting out, straight up into the sky, the angry glans turning purplish-black. Mom covered her mouth in surprise and said, "What's wrong? Why is it so hard? It's not like it's the first time I've let you see my pussy... I know... haha." Mom winked at me mischievously, like a little girl who had discovered a new continent, and then took my penis into her mouth with both hands.
After sucking, licking, licking, touching, and kneading for a while, Mom looked up at me and asked, "Does it feel good?" Before I could answer, she blinked and said, as if answering herself, "Mommy is licking my stinky son's cock, of course it feels good, and it would feel even better if my cock were inside Mommy's pussy. Isn't that right, son~"
With Mom's sweet voice saying "son" and "mommy," my penis trembled uncontrollably, and the purplish-black glans was about to burst. I closed my eyes and leaned against the headboard, panting heavily. My mother straddled me, one hand on my shoulder, the other rubbing my penis against her labia. I felt streams of fluid flowing down my glans from the opening.
"Don't move, son, please don't move! You're too strong, you'll ruin Mommy's life! Good son, let Mommy take it slow, let's make you feel amazing, okay? Mmm~, son~ son's going to fuck Mommy's pussy again~ mmm~"
With each sweet cry of her son, her semen gushed out, spraying onto her labia. She lowered her hips, deeply inserting my penis, twisting her waist, letting her cervix rub against my glans. She kept whispering in my ear, "Good son, you've filled Mommy's pussy, filled Mommy's uterus too, son, your penis is so big, Mommy loves you so much..."
When I came to my senses, Mommy was lying on my chest, smiling at me. "Son?"
"Yes."
"Son?"
"Yes?"
"Hehe, you have a mother complex, completely confirmed!"
"Didn't you already know? We've been husband and wife for almost half a year." I looked at Mommy seriously.
"Hmm~, no." Mom smiled and shook her head, but her voice was firm: "We can't be husband and wife, we can only be mother and son!"
"What?" I asked anxiously.
"Shh~" Mom put her finger to my lips, telling me to calm down: "You know what? These days, I've stripped naked, danced nude, spread my legs and begged my husband to fuck me, saying 'Wife wants you to fuck me hard,' but it's no use at all." Mom wiggled her hips, letting my penis, still inside her, feel her ever-tight and warm body, then kissed me: "Actually, um~, I actually know you masturbated while I was showering, the mirror betrayed you~" She paused: "Actually, I've always known you masturbate in front of me, but you always refuse to have sex with me, even when I tempt you in the morning, you can resist, humph! If you didn't masturbate in front of me, I would have thought you weren't interested in Mom anymore."
Mom gave a mischievous smile: "Whenever I say 'Mom,' whenever I say 'Son,' my son's dick gets hard. Right, my precious son who fucks Mom?" As she spoke, Mom began to move her body up and down.
I hugged my mother tightly, rolled over, and pinned her beneath me. "Mom, your son is your husband, and you are your wife, right?" I looked at my mother and nodded. "A husband should cherish and love his wife, right? So we can't do it this month, right?"
My mother pouted. "Don't you cherish your mother? Don't you love your mother?"
"No!" I cupped my mother's face, looked into her eyes, and said, "Mom, actually, if it's just you and me, or just you and me, I can hold back."
"Hmm, that's true." My mother sucked on her fingers, as if she had just done something naughty and had succeeded. She wrapped her arms around my buttocks. "Son, do you want to fuck Mom's pussy? Ah~ gently, ah~ harder~ ah~ son~ ah~ you're fucking Mom to death~, ah~"
Every time I saw my mother's shy and charming expression, I couldn't help myself. I suddenly launched into a round of wild thrusting and pounding, my long-awaited penis penetrating all the way in. My naturally abundant, narrow vagina kept gushing out bursts of lustful fluids. The tight, mature, and soft mucous membrane rubbed against the tender flesh of my penis, producing "plop, plop" sounds that mingled with my mother's lewd moans. The burning desire deep within me burned and exploded without reservation, throwing everything else to the winds.
"Wow...ah...so beautiful...good son...faster...such a powerful big cock son...doing it so well...so comfortable..."
Mom's delicate body trembled, her cheeks flushed, her teeth biting her lower lip tightly, her two jade hands pressing hard on my head, as if trying to knead me into her chest cavity. I opened my mouth like an infant to suck on the erect, swollen nipple on one of my mother's large, mature breasts, while
my other hand gripped and squeezed the other breast vigorously.
"Mmm~ah~faster~faster~fuck me to death~I feel so good~my stinky son~good son~~ah~~fuck your own mother to death~my own mother~ah~~~~son ah..." With Mom's sudden, higher moan, a stream of vaginal fluid gushed out from the depths of her flower, pushing against my glans, and rushing out between my penis and Mom's vagina, washing over my pubic hair and scrotum, finally dripping onto the sheets.
After her orgasm, Mom lay limply, her body weak, eyes closed, panting heavily, as if on the verge of death. After a while, she groaned, "You naughty son, it feels like I gave birth to you all over again! My little pussy is almost ruined by you."
I looked down at my still-erect penis and chuckled mischievously, "Mom, it's because you have too much vaginal fluid. I bet when it gushed out, it felt like the amniotic fluid I used when I gave birth to me."
"Pah! You naughty son, making fun of your mother." Mom raised her little fist as if to hit me, but it fell limply in mid-air.
"Hehe, serves you right for provoking me, are you being good now?" I patted Mom's pink buttocks, picked her up and placed her on the pillow, "Go to sleep, I'll go get a towel to dry you off, you go to sleep first."
When I brought the towel, Mom, with her eyes half-closed, couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at? Aren't you going to sleep?" I said, using the wet towel to dry Mom's body.
"Mmm~" Mom stretched comfortably, looking at me with a strange smile: "Son, are you uncomfortable? Still so hard?"
I laughed and cried at the same time, slapping Mom's butt hard, threatening: "If you don't sleep, I'll fuck your pussy raw, good mom, go to sleep." I coaxed Mom.
"No, I can't sleep if you don't hold me."
"Oh my god~" I was a little on the verge of tears, my hard penis throbbing with pain: "Can't you feel sorry for your husband?"
"Of course I feel sorry for you, you're my son, if Mom doesn't feel sorry for you, who will? Hehe, let me help you?"
"No!" I looked at Mom's swollen vulva, patiently and gently wiping it.
"Silly, silly son, there's one more place Mom hasn't wanted, and that place, you won't ejaculate, you'll feel great too." Mom gave me a flirtatious look: "Want it, you naughty son?"
"Mmm~?"
"Hehe, silly son, here." Mom said, turning over, face down, butt sticking up high.
Holy crap! I instantly exploded, all my blood rushing to my brain. A snow-white heart filled my entire vision, round and perky, its upper part narrowed by a beautiful, rounded curve, its waist both supple and voluptuous. The downward curve of its slender waist made its pert buttocks appear even plump and large, incredibly fleshy. A dark patch was hidden in the deep, pink cleft of its buttocks, contrasting with its plump, snow-white thighs. From top to bottom, there were two cute and charming caves, the swirling anus small and adorable, wet and swollen from being ravaged, its delicate labia turned outwards, revealing the tender red bead of flesh inside the honeyed passage. The alluring sight left me stunned and intoxicated.

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