The promiscuous mother's bizarre sex life

It was my mother's birthday, her first since my parents' divorce. I stood downstairs at her office, holding a bouquet of flowers, waiting for her to get off work. She loves lilies, and my bouquet featured striking pure white lilies. I stood there, impeccably dressed in my suit, waiting for her. The young people passing by cast envious glances. Who was this beautiful bouquet for? The elevator doors opened, and my mother and her colleague emerged. "Wow! What beautiful flowers!" The exclamation of surprise didn't come from my mother, but from one of her female colleagues. My mother simply smiled slightly, came to my side, took my hand, said goodbye to her colleague, and hurriedly pulled me out. "Hey kid, can you stop exaggerating like that? There are plenty of people in my company who are over thirty and still unmarried."
My mother scolded me, but I could tell she was secretly very happy; I could tell from her unintentional sweet smile. "Although it's my birthday, let's just celebrate casually, no need for such a grand celebration," she said, taking my hand and lovingly touching the bouquet of flowers. Ah, women are so contradictory! Although she told me not to make it too elaborate, she herself was dressed beautifully, in a trendy red plaid shirt (let's call it POLO) and a dark brown belted long skirt. Her waist was slender, and her bust and hips were quite full, making the clothes accentuate her stunning figure. The lilies were just the first warning. Soon she received a second warning. We arrived at a five-star seaside hotel and had a candlelight buffet dinner. It was a bit pricey, but the food was delicious and unique, including Japanese sushi and sashimi, which my mother loves. I was very attentive, bringing her food, while she simply sat quietly like a lady in her sea-view seat, enjoying the dark, crashing waves and the twinkling lights of the buildings along the shore.
After our "five rounds of fierce competition," we were full and sat quietly, gazing at each other's faces. My mother's bright, watery eyes, like those of a magician, captivated me. Years ago, I was drawn to her beauty and those eyes, and after relentless pursuit, I finally won her heart. I reached out to unbutton her shirt, revealing more of her cleavage. "Hey kid, what are you doing? This is a public place! Can't you be a little more respectable? I'm your mother!" My mother pushed my hand away. I took a jewelry box from my briefcase, opened it, and pulled out a sparkling platinum necklace with a ruby at the bottom. "Good mom, this is for you, a birthday present."
I spoke softly to her. My mother opened her mouth, her eyes lighting up. After a long pause, she said, "Thank you, son, you're so good." Then she hugged my neck and kissed my lips. I deliberately pushed her away gently, saying, "Mom, this is a public place, can you be a little more respectful? I'm your own son!" My mother glared at me with her big, round eyes and playfully kicked me. I went over and put the necklace on her pink neck; the ruby rested against her snow-white skin, perfectly complementing her red plaid shirt. I lowered my head and gently kissed her neck, greedily savoring the delicate fragrance of her perfume… It was past eleven o'clock at night, and my mother and I strolled home, our steps faltering. We deliberately avoided taking a car because we were both very happy that evening. She carried the bouquet of flowers in one arm and linked her arm with mine with the other, walking blissfully. We rarely spoke; since the divorce, we'd kept everything to ourselves at home. Now, silence spoke louder than words. We savored this quiet, romantic moment, hoping to break the bond between mother and son and begin our incestuous affair.
But the romance quickly faded; my bladder started acting up, getting bigger and bigger. "Mom, I..." I said softly. Mom turned around, brushed her long hair aside, and gently replied, "Son, what are you thinking about? Want to kiss me?" I grabbed her hand and hurried forward, saying, "No, I need to pee. We can be romantic later..." I usually wouldn't go into a public restroom—they're too dirty. But this time, I had no choice. Luckily, after about a minute's walk and a turn, we reached the restroom. The women's restroom was on the ground floor, the men's on the second. I rushed up, taking three steps at a time. "Son, wait for me, I want to go in with you..." Mom called after me, "I'm scared outside."
It was indeed quite terrifying; there were only a handful of people on the street. I had no choice but to follow her up to the second floor, saying, "You stay here, I'll go in and see if anyone's here." I went into the men's restroom, and sure enough, it was extremely filthy, especially the floor, which had black water stains, smelly urine stains, tattered scraps of newspaper, yellowish sticky phlegm, and some... well, I suppose it was feces. I shouted, "Is anyone there?" There was no response. I was a little worried, so I went to each stall and opened the door. There was really no one there. Then I went out to my mother and said, "The men's toilet is different from your women's toilet. It's very dirty. Aren't you afraid?" My mother said, "No, I gave birth to you, you stinky man. What's there to be afraid of in the men's toilet? Besides, I also want to see what your men's toilet is like." After saying that, she pushed me in and said, "Take care of yourself. Go pee now." I was really in a hurry and didn't have time to talk nonsense with her. I ran to the urinal and peed against the wall. Because the force was so strong, some "pee droplets" (not water droplets) bounced back onto the floor. "Ah...that feels good..." I peed happily.
My mother looked around, finding it all very strange. After all, it was a men's restroom; she probably had never been in one before. I urinated so much that it took me almost two minutes, and there was still some left. I wanted to talk to my mother, but when I turned around, I was startled. My gentle mother was already behind me, her slender hand reaching out. "Where are the flowers?" My first question was about the flowers. My mother didn't answer, but pointed to the sink, where the flowers lay obediently. My mother's soft little hand touched my penis. My body trembled, a strange feeling rising in my heart. My previously limp penis instantly became erect, turning into a hard, erect shaft, the glans emerging from the foreskin.
I jokingly said to my mother, "You're looking at my penis like that, do you want to suck it?" As soon as I finished speaking, my heart skipped a beat, and my penis swelled up even more. "Okay!" My beautiful mother actually smiled and knelt down in front of me, kneeling on the dirty floor. She opened her small mouth and took my penis in with her slender hands; there were still a few drops of urine on the glans. But she had already closed her eyes, and her gentle lips kissed me, then she opened her small mouth and took it in. My heart pounded, and my penis felt incredibly good in her beautiful, warm mouth. Her tongue also knew how to continuously twitch and tease my penis. I looked at her; this scene was clearly extremely incongruous.
My mother, dressed in elegant and beautiful attire, knelt like a slave in this place where men vent their desires, which gave me a strange sense of superiority. I no longer cared about getting her clothes dirty; instead, I felt a destructive pleasure. My penis, throbbing with my desire, reached its peak. I held her head tightly, my fingers tracing through her soft hair, trying to force my penis as far as possible into her mouth. "Mmm..." She let out an alluring moan as my penis pressed against her deep throat. I pulled her up; I knew my penis needed to be inside her vagina to truly enjoy itself. "Oh, my dear mother, I can't hold back anymore." I hugged her, unbuttoned the top of her shirt, and said to her, "Mom, I really can't hold back anymore, I want to fuck you..." Then I pulled her towards the toilet stall. "Don't go in."
My mother said, "That place is so dirty...smelly...and crowded...I don't want to..." Seeing her reluctance, and remembering it was her birthday, I didn't want to upset her, so I calmed down. But my mother hugged me, pulled my hand back under her shirt, and stroked her skin, saying, "Son...we'll be here...I like it here..." So we caressed and hugged each other in the "lobby" of the men's restroom. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, throwing it on the ground, where it immediately got covered in the phlegm. Her two large, round, white, soft breasts were exposed. My fingers pinched and played with her breasts and nipples. "Ah...ah..." Mom groaned, she was very sensitive. "Son...thank you...for celebrating my birthday today...I...I'm so happy..."
I bent down to kiss her breasts, my tongue teasing her nipples, my teeth gently biting them. "Ah...you son...you're so shameless...biting my...breasts..." My mother squinted her eyes, leaning back, offering her breasts for me to suck and bite. I took off her shirt, exposing her entire upper body, leaving only the ruby necklace still gleaming red at her chest, which accentuated her two nipples, which I had bitten until they were red, making them very sexy. Her waist bent backward, and I could no longer support her, so I let her body sink down, and she lay limply on the ground, with me on top of her.
Seeing my beautiful mother lying on the filthy, smelly men's restroom floor, her long hair smeared with yellow phlegm, her snow-white back soaked in other men's urine, my penis almost uncontrollably thrust towards her, only to realize that her long skirt was still on. The fitted skirt was difficult to remove, so I had to lift it from under her skirt and pull it up to her waist. The dark brown skirt slowly rose, revealing her long, slender, snow-white legs—truly alluring. Then, seeing those legs immersed in the filthy urine on the floor aroused a childlike, destructive pleasure within me. She wasn't wearing stockings, only a thin pair of silk panties. A glimpse of dark, downy pubic hair could be seen through the front of the panties. Her crotch was soaked, revealing the slit between her labia. Her buttocks were also submerged in the urine and sewage on the ground, completely soaking her silk panties.
My lust flared, and in a few swift movements, I had pulled down her panties. Perhaps I used too much force, because the panties were too fragile and tore. Her pubic hair was revealed, and my hand eagerly slipped between her pubic hair, searching for the gushing paradise. My brother, eager to penetrate my mother's warm, moist little hole, slowly inserted his finger, then his index finger, probing inside that narrow space. "Mmm... oh boy... hurry up... don't use your finger anymore..." My mother wrapped her arms around my neck, and I pressed my entire body against hers. She willingly spread her legs to welcome my huge, hard penis. The penis rubbed between her legs and against her labia, lubricating her constantly seeping vaginal fluid.
"Mom...I'm here..." I hooked her legs with my hands, bent them, and pressed my thick waist against her lower body, thrusting my penis into her sweet little hole. The narrow opening slightly slowed my thrust, but I exerted more force and suddenly plunged my entire large penis into her overflowing, lustful cunt. "Ah...ah..." Mom cried out, hugging my body tightly. "Mom...does this feel good...does it feel good to fuck you on the floor of the men's restroom?" I asked knowingly, actually wanting her to say seductive, lewd words. "It feels so good... I feel so good..." Mom hugged me and kept whispering lewd words in my ear, "...This men's restroom...it feels so manly...it makes me want...to be fucked by a man...son...harder...harder...it's my birthday...today...on my birthday I really want to be fucked..."
My usually dignified and lovely mother seems to transform into a completely different person every time we make love, which is what captivates me so deeply. But this was definitely my first time in a public restroom. The fear of being seen, combined with the filth of the place, the thought of stripping my mother naked and having sex with her on the ground was incredibly arousing. I thrust hard again, a bit like driving piles on a construction site, slamming my big cock into her vagina with each stroke, squeezing out her overflowing juices with every thrust. "Ah... boy... be gentle... my vagina is about to... be torn apart by your fucking..." my mother cried out, but I don't think she was in pain; it only aroused my pleasure even more. "Ah...young man...gently...your cock...is going in too deep...it feels so good...your hands...are about to crush my breasts...ah..."
My arousal from her lewd words only fueled my excitement. I whispered in her ear, "Mom...do you like doing this in a public restroom?...Do you know you're lying in men's phlegm...semen...urine?...?" "Oh boy...I like it...I like it so much...you're amazing...I feel so good...fuck me...fuck me to death..." My mother's moans rose and fell like waves with my thrusts. "You slut...do you know...this is a men's restroom...you're completely...naked...if another man...suddenly walks in...you'll be showing him everything..."
I continued talking to my mother, my eyes fixed on the men's restroom door, imagining that if a man actually came in, I, his mother, would be completely naked and at his mercy. The thought was thrilling. "Hmm... ignore him... keep fucking me..." The pleasure had already made my mother, who had just turned forty-two, lose her senses. "Someone comes in... let him see..." "I'm afraid he'll see my beauty... and have bad intentions... even wanting to fuck his good mother..." In a public restroom? Such a thing could really happen, and the thought made me even more excited. "Come on... I really like men... fuck me... gang rape me together..." My mother actually said such lewd things. I wasn't angry, but rather more excited, imagining another man joining us and inserting his penis into my mother's mouth.
To make my imagination more vivid, I put my finger to my mother's lips and said, "Mom...you slut...another man...will make you suck his cock..." I then inserted my middle finger into her mouth, and she licked it with her lips and tongue, truly like she was giving another man oral sex. I turned my mother's body over, making her lie face down on the men's restroom floor, and tied her hands behind her back with my belt. At this moment, her two large, round breasts were submerged in the sewage, the sticky yellow phlegm clinging to her nipples, and her stomach was rubbing against the floor filled with men's urine. I pressed down on her from behind and thrust my penis into her vagina between her thighs.
"Ah...ah...yay...I can't take it anymore...I'm coming...fuck me...fuck me harder..." Mom moaned. I really pushed harder, thrusting my penis deep into her vagina, all the way to her cervix. I pressed her head down, her face pressed against the floor, soaked in urine, even her cute little mouth kissing the unknown sticky substance on the ground. Mom cried out, "Son... fuck me... look, I've even swallowed other men's semen... if you don't fuck me... I'll find other men... to fuck my pussy together..." Her lewd words sent shivers down my spine, and she herself was experiencing multiple orgasms from her own words, her pussy overflowing with juices. I couldn't resist either, thrusting a few more times, passion engulfing my entire body, hot semen shooting into Mom's body. "Ah... ah... so good... so good... ah..."
I've forgotten who let out the sigh of relief, or if we both did at the same time. We were lying exhausted on the public restroom floor when suddenly there was a sound at the men's door. We jumped, but it was too late. A slightly drunk man in his thirties pushed open the door and, seeing us lying there, quickly shrank back. My mother and I exchanged a smile. But when we sobered up, we really wanted to cry. "My designer polo shirt, look, oh dear, and this skirt, it's so expensive, and it's all dirty. Your men's restrooms are so filthy..." My mother pouted, clearly unhappy. "Hey, look at my suit, it's more expensive than your clothes, it had to be custom-made..."
I was also full of complaints. When we came out of the men's restroom, we were both soaking wet, like we'd fallen into a latrine. Our clothes and hair were drenched, and we reeked of urine. Mom couldn't even wear a bra or underwear anymore; I'd ripped off her blouse, so she had to cover herself up, otherwise her snow-white breasts would be exposed. Only the bouquet of lilies she was holding remained beautiful and captivating. Mom shook my hand and said, "Don't be upset, we had a really romantic night. This was a really special birthday for me." I nodded to her, and then we held hands and continued walking home, continuing our romance…

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