Breast milk and maternal love 03

My mother's tongue circled around my glans, licking the coronal sulcus, and playfully nudging the
urethral opening with its tip, as if trying to squeeze it inside.

Soon, my mother fell asleep with her head resting between my legs, my penis still hard in her mouth, as I drifted off
to sleep.

When I woke up, my wound had miraculously healed. My mother and I couldn't believe it; there was
no trace of yesterday's injury. I was deeply moved and said to my mother, "This is probably the greatest maternal love!" I have
a very strong sex drive.

Before, I could masturbate to AV more than four times a day. After having sex with my mother, whenever I needed to, no matter
what she was doing, I would roughly push her down and have sex with her. I mostly used the doggy style; it was the position where I got the hardest
and felt the most conquering.

My mother wouldn't let me use a condom when we had sex; she said that mother and son should communicate in spirit and flesh.

I asked her if she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant. She said, "No, if I get pregnant, I'll give birth. We'll raise both sons together,
one for each of our breasts."

Actually, I knew she was taking birth control pills.

I also felt good about ejaculating inside her, so I didn't care.

Ever since my mom and I got together, she's been buying me tons of underwear—thongs, black stockings, red high heels,
whatever she can get her hands on. Most of the time, she only wears them at home for me to see. When she goes to work, she still wears a business suit: a blazer,
a short skirt, nude pantyhose, and black high heels.

Every day, my mom and I are like newlyweds, living a sweet life.

One day, I went to my high school reunion and ran into my high school girlfriend again.

Reunions are truly "old flame reunions"—all sorts of old stories were brought up. Whether we're married or not, after a big meal and drinks, we still
talked about our past relationships, and my girlfriend and I fell in love again

. My seemingly peaceful life with my mom was disrupted by my girlfriend.

Although my mom and I have a fulfilling sex life, we hardly share any hobbies.

She loved shopping, looking at appliances and buying clothes. She'd try every delicious snack she saw and bring it
home to share with me.

Even haggling with vendors was one of her pleasures, something I felt none of.

But I was much more relaxed with my girlfriend. We sang karaoke, went to bars, played online games, gacha machines,
went boating , and swam… I gradually distanced myself from my mother and grew closer to my girlfriend.

Once, my girlfriend and I were eating when my mother called.

My girlfriend said, "Is your mom calling you home?"

I laughed it off, "No, no."

Then I put my phone on silent mode, put it in my pocket, and ignored it.

My girlfriend said, "I'm really afraid of your mom. The way she looked at me in high school was like she was looking at
an enemy. Was she afraid I'd take her son away?"

I remained silent, my heart filled with mixed emotions.

Thinking about my mother's personality, I knew I wouldn't have a good time when I got home if I deliberately didn't answer her calls.

After a while, I still felt uneasy and checked my phone again. I saw a text message from her: "
Baby, come home quickly! Mom made your favorite chicken nuggets and ribs. Love, Mom."

I knew she was barely a typist; typing so much without a single mistake must have been very difficult for her.

Later I found out she went through my thick, dusty dictionary, and spent half an hour
typing onto her phone, making sure it was correct before sending it.

My mother is getting old, and her eyesight is declining.

She strained her eyes just to type a text message.

When I found out, I cried and kept slapping myself. I felt so sorry for my mother; I had let her down. After

a crazy day with my girlfriend, I quietly opened the door and went home. There, I found a sumptuous
meal , and my mother was already sitting on the sofa, legs crossed.

My mother was wearing black lace-trimmed stockings, a short skirt that revealed a large section of her fair thighs,
and red stiletto heels. Two buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing her half-naked breasts; she looked very attractive.

But I was no longer interested in any of that; I was prepared to accept my mother's punishment.

However, I noticed she was still smiling, showing no sign of anger, which I found strange.

With these questions in mind, I sat down on the sofa next to her.

As soon as I sat down, she stood up and rushed towards me. To my surprise, she didn't scold me; instead, she immediately pulled down
my pants. I was both excited and scared. She pulled off my underwear and shoved it into her cherry-like mouth, beginning
to suck on my penis, making "slurping"

sounds.

My mother's cheeks sunken deeply, and with this top-notch service, my penis quickly became erect.

After it was hard, my mother took my penis out, grabbed it, and thrust it into her vagina.

Suddenly, it all became clear. So, the reason my mother wasn't angry with me was because she needed something from me—she wanted me to fuck her insatiably thirsty
pussy. Mother, oh Mother, my dear mother, even you have your day now? Thinking this,
a smile .

But then I thought again, puzzled: Why was my mother so horny today? Even when she wanted to have sex with me before
, she always maintained her maternal role. Why was she like a bitch in heat today? Things couldn't be
that simple.

I wanted to take off her clothes before I did it, but she was so eager that she wouldn't let me take off her top. I only had time to unbutton
a few buttons on her chest and pull her purple lace bra down to her breasts, which supported her slightly protruding stalactites, allowing me
to see her nipples. This made my mother look more alluring and wanton than when she was naked.

She pulled her thong aside and guided my penis inside with her delicate hand.

I touched her snow-white thighs, which were exposed through black stockings, and licked the smooth skin on her back
. Watching her, wearing high heels, being fucked by me until she could barely stand, I found it very funny. Suddenly, a sadistic urge surged into
my heart, and I started to slap her fat buttocks hard, "Slap! Slap!"

The sound was crisp and loud.

Slowly, my finger marks began to appear on my mother's snow-white, plump buttocks, and I kept hitting her.

Being able to hit my dear, noble mother's buttocks, remembering how strict the discipline used to be, and now
my mother, whom I was riding beneath and spanking, filled me with utter satisfaction. Lost in my own world, I continued hitting her until I ejaculated.

Her buttocks were bright red and swollen, her beautiful white buttocks tinged with pink, exuding an indescribable lewdness and sexiness.

I pulled my penis out, and Mom turned around. She skillfully knelt down and licked it clean for me. After helping me lie down,
she placed one of her black-stockinged thighs on top of me and pressed one hand against my vulva.

Usually, after we finished making love, Mom would sit on the toilet and let the semen I ejaculated inside flow out.
Why wasn't she doing it today? Filled with suspicion, I buried my head in her full breasts and said to her, "Mom
, I was wrong. I'm sorry. Hit me!"

Mom said coquettishly, "

How could my baby be wrong? My baby is so good. My good baby has spanked Mommy's bottom so much that it's afraid
to touch the bed. I'm so happy. How could I bear to hit you? Ouch, ouch, it hurts so much." "

At first, it sounded pretty good. I thought, 'A woman is a woman. No matter how noble she is, once you've slept with her, she
's nothing special . Once you've slept with her, she's your personal property, obedient and submissive, and you can make her do whatever you want.

' I saw a strange smile on my mother's face. Although I didn't know what was going to happen, I secretly groaned
. I knew this was the calm before the storm.

My mother said, 'My baby is so good, I've decided to give you a gift.'

I fell silent, wondering what my mother was up to.

My mother continued, 'Mom has decided to have a child for you.'

Seeing my mother's hand constantly pushing semen into my vagina, I knew I was doomed.

I was shocked as if struck by lightning."

My mom is definitely trying to blackmail me with the pregnancy, to make me lose face among my friends, to make my girlfriend despise me
and break up with me, so that I'll be completely disgraced and the whole world will know I'm a beast's son.

My mom is always a woman of her word, so this must have been planned for a long time.

My mother said, "You've really forgotten your mother after marrying a new bride! You're already like this before you're even married! She's new, I
'm old, there has to be a first come, first served! How many times have you spent time with me these past few months, and how many times with her? Today is really something
, you won't even answer the phone.

Today is my fertile period, and I've stopped taking my medication for a while, your seed is already in my belly."

My mother proudly rubbed her belly, and I knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, saying, "Mom, I
was wrong, please forgive me!"

My mother quickly helped me up, gently wiping my swollen forehead, licking it for a while, and then coldly
said, "You're hungry, go eat first!"

I had no choice but to do as she said. I knew my mother meant what she said, and now I would listen to whatever she said. This was my last
chance.

I obediently finished my meal and tried to persuade my mom to take the morning-after pill, but she absolutely refused.

I lost my patience, thinking, "How can it be so accurate? What if I'm not pregnant?" I didn't really care.

But I spent as much time as possible with my mom and rarely went out with my girlfriend.

About a month and a half later, my mom started feeling nauseous and vomiting.

She took out the pregnancy test she had prepared beforehand, and it

was true—she was pregnant. I felt like I wanted to die.

Every day I begged my mom, trying every possible way to please her. I took care of all the housework—cooking, laundry
.

My mom taught me how to cook after I went to university, saying that nothing outside was as good as what I cooked myself, and I'm actually
a pretty .

Seeing the satisfied smile on my mother's face after finishing the meal I made for her, I grabbed her legs, took off
her high heels, and hugged her slightly smelly feet. I sucked her toes through her stockings and even stuck my tongue
into her vagina, licking her anus to please her.

But my mother just smiled silently, her eyes half-closed.

School had started by then, and I was shuttling between school and home.

My mother still wouldn't let me off the hook. Two months into her pregnancy, fearing her colleagues would find out, she took
a long leave , using all the public holidays and compensatory leave she had saved over the years.

Her colleagues were all surprised; my mother had always been someone who devoted herself entirely to her work, always
arriving 40 minutes early. In over 20 years, apart from maternity leave for giving birth to me, she had almost never taken a single day off.

My mother's reaction was simply to laugh and explain, "I'm old, tired, and want to rest."

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