Mother's struggle

My mother's clothes were already torn and disheveled. After fainting, she writhed and struggled in my arms, and with the movements she made on the bed, her outer garments were completely removed. Before me lay her private parts.

"Mom, Mom," I suddenly felt my throat go dry. "Could you sit down?" But my mother didn't respond at all. I looked down and recalled our earlier actions. I had told my mother to get up many times, but why did she react this time? Sadness, fear, emotions, gaze, hand? Hmm, hand? I recalled the strange feeling I had when I carried my mother to the bed, that feeling, which seemed to be achievable only through skin contact. An unknown life, my mother? "Let's try it first," I muttered to myself, reaching out to stroke my mother's thigh. I didn't know if it was a natural action or the manipulation of some inner feeling. The moment my hand touched her, warmth, smoothness, elasticity, fullness, snow-whiteness—countless sensations surged through my mind.

"Mom..." I had just reacted and was about to help my mother sit down when, unexpectedly, she suddenly reached for her tattered top and gracefully unbuttoned it. Once the outer garment was off, her smooth shoulders and deep cleavage were fully revealed. "Mom, what are you doing?!" I asked, both surprised and confused, unaware that a strange feeling was growing stronger in a corner of my heart.

My mother showed no intention of answering my question, continuing to remove her clothes. Her slender hands loosened slightly, then closed behind her back. She reached out and hooked the straps of her bra. Then, she suddenly pulled them open again. This time, from the inside out, the outer garment and bra were completely removed. Two snow-white peaks bounced out with a tremor, creating ripples of alluring movement. Two red plumes adorned the white, porcelain-bowl-like mounds, yet they also possessed a delicious, cherry-like quality, making my head spin.

Gazing at the dazzling beauty before me, my strange desire could no longer be contained. I raised my right hand and unceremoniously grasped my mother's snow-white breasts, as if to protect them in my palm.

As a physiologically normal man, I wasn't immune to sexual fantasies about my beautiful mother. But fantasies are just fantasies, fleeting impulses. When faced with rational reality, those occasional whims were long forgotten. But now, my beautiful birth mother was truly and undeniably indulging in such a lewd manner before me, and what kind of bliss was this for me? My

mother continued her actions, my hands' movements having no effect on her upper body. She lowered her jade-like fingers to the small piece of cotton fabric protecting her vulva, gracefully bent over, and gently lifted her left leg. My eyes were fixed on those alluring petals before me, that beautiful vulva changing shape, and those flawless legs, surpassing even Venus's, passing before my eyes.

"Lie down, lie down," I murmured softly. Unbeknownst to me, a strange red had begun to rise deep within my pupils. After undressing her last shred of clothing, my mother obediently lay down on the bed, her eyes still fixed on me. My expression grew increasingly calm, but deep within my eyes, it was as if a sea of blood was churning. I gently removed all my clothes, revealing my strong physique. I didn't even notice that the areas where I had previously had fat had been replaced by firm muscles.

I bent my mother's beautiful legs, pressing down on the bends of her thighs, revealing the alluring peach blossoms between her two white jade legs; plump and full, it was almost unbelievable that this was the possession of a middle-aged woman in her forties with two children; and this was my own mother's paradise, my origin and home. I gently pressed my hand on the full, juicy petals; with a gentle push, the gate to paradise opened, just as the poem says, "The path has never been swept for guests, but the humble gate is now opened for you."

My jade pillar began to tremble slightly, and I was stunned when I looked at it. What was happening? I was puzzled, after all, neither of my two memories contained such a weapon—a knotted dragon, malevolent and terrifying. Suddenly, the thought popped into my mind: could my mother's paradise withstand the tumultuous power of this golden cudgel?

My hand slowly withdrew, and the soft flower immediately closed silently, tightly blocking the enchanting scenery of the paradise.

But the next moment, those large hands returned to the entrance of the paradise. This time, it brought a giant black dragon cudgel, ready to seek its source.

I seemed to realize that I would be completely different from now on. My waist slowly sank down, and as my enormous dragon pillar slowly squeezed into the tight paradise, the delicate opening was stretched round and round, without a single gap. The dragon pillar slowly penetrated deeper and deeper, preparing to savor the wonderful taste deep within my mother's flesh, inch by inch.

How could those soft, pale pink petals stop the golden cudgel from seeking its source? The black dragon, its head blazing, easily forced its way through the soft gates of this paradise, burrowing deeper into the clear channel. This sacred channel was the most precious treasure of my mother, Yue Wanrong, as a woman. It was through this channel that I was able to come into this world. And now, a part of the life born here has returned. Clinging tightly, the tender flesh squeezed and rubbed against the black dragon, just as it had when this life passed through here at the moment of its birth.

I felt that my mother's channel was incredibly narrow, the warm, slippery softness tightly enveloping the thick dragon pillar. It bit its lip, resisting the suffocating pleasure, its hands gripping my mother's slender waist, its lower body slowly exerting force. The dragon pillar, like splitting a mountain, gradually squeezed into my mother's sacred body, advancing with difficulty, until finally reaching the end of the paradise. The tip of the dragon's head bit into a tender spot, and on the smooth, full abdomen, a long, protruding thing could be vaguely seen.

I had lost all reason. My breathing grew heavy. I buried my face between my mother's deep, snowy breasts, then took her lovely, reddish nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. The full, snowy breasts unique to mature women deeply stimulated my burning desire. I caressed and sucked on my mother's breasts more and more roughly, beginning to fully enjoy my mother's unguarded, sweet flesh.

With a gentle thrust of my waist, I pulled my penis out of my mother's paradise, leaving only the head of my penis still embedded in the pink petals. I paused slightly, then thrust forward violently. "Smack!" My penis plunged in again to the hilt, my lower abdomen striking my mother's snowy body with a loud thud. The head of my penis rubbed against the small mouth in her paradise for a while before pulling out again, followed by another fierce thrust.

"Smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack smack smack smack smack..." My movements became faster and more violent, slapping against my mother's full, snowy white body with a resounding smack. The pink petals at the entrance of Peach Blossom Spring were constantly flipped out and then pushed back in as the dragon pillar thrust back and forth.

My mother's delicate body swayed back and forth with each thrust, yet she lay there quietly like an inflatable doll, oblivious to the wanton ravaging of her own son. Beneath her beautiful face, her smooth jade neck, her tender shoulders, and her high, firm breasts, her entire beautiful body was exposed. As I thrust, I placed my mother's plump, smooth legs on my shoulders, pressing them against her chest, forming a perfect cannon frame. My mother's body was limp and boneless, and he easily achieved the position, making her seem folded up, exposing her Peach Blossom Spring high above.

I knelt before my mother's buttocks, leaning forward slightly, my arms reaching out to grasp her two snowy peaks in each hand, shamelessly kneading and playing with them. My mother's raised jade legs were wrapped around her chest with her arms, while my thick, hard penis was ravaging her paradise.

My hands felt the softness of her jade-like flesh, and my crotch felt a soft, flower-like pleasure. The mother I once knew was now merely the beautiful flesh beneath my crotch. Beneath this forbidden pleasure, there were also strange sensations transmitted by some unknown creature, until I reached the peak of ecstasy. My hands clenched tightly, squeezing her two snowy peaks out of shape; my penis thrust even more fiercely, its massive head slamming against the tender flesh inside my mother's body. I used every ounce of my strength to try and penetrate my mother's delicate palace.

With a powerful thrust, I forced open the tender entrance of her womb. The intoxicating suction within sent a tingling, pleasurable sensation through my lower back. Streams of white, viscous semen finally erupted from the massive head of my penis, shooting directly against the walls of her womb. A torrent of semen shot out from my body, but I continued to push forward relentlessly. The scalding semen, like a high-pressure water gun, relentlessly pounded against the sensitive, delicate walls of my mother's womb, until my lower back was weak from the constant spraying. It was as if I wanted to fill my mother's sacred body with all the fluids of my life.

The hot liquid shooting into her body in waves caused her to tremble instinctively. Her womb was filled with her son's scalding fluids, yet his penis remained stuck at the entrance, relentlessly spitting out more and more. The abundant essence couldn't escape, and her womb swelled like a balloon filled with semen, her flat, white abdomen beginning to bulge slightly. During this time, a strange liquid was secreted from my mother Yue Wanrong's dragon palace and absorbed by my dragon head.

I poured out the ammunition that had been accumulating for more than a year into my biological mother's palace, released her trembling legs, and lay weakly on her fair body. My still-erect dragon head was still stuck at the tender entrance of her womb, feeling the wetness and heat of my mother's paradise. I bit into the pink cherry on her snowy peak, savoring the afterglow. I was immersed in the afterglow for a long time with a comfortable expression before I finally got up.

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