Mother's naked body

Twice I saw my mother completely naked, and she clearly did it intentionally. Once, I was walking home from school, my footsteps were a little louder than usual, not sneaking up the stairs, when suddenly my mother appeared in the stairwell, completely naked, her full breasts and thick, hairy pubic area fully exposed to me. I was startled, my eyes involuntarily fixed on her proudly erect breasts and her bushy pubic area. But my mother seemed even more "surprised," saying, "Oh, I didn't know you were home." She didn't seem in a hurry to cover herself; instead, she deliberately turned around seductively, allowing my lustful eyes to feast on her alluring buttocks, before slowly walking back to her room.

Another time, the bathroom door was open, and I went in, finding my mother inside, having just taken off her clothes, completely naked, clearly about to take a shower. I was instantly embarrassed, stammering an apology, and then, blushing furiously, I slipped out of the bathroom. “It’s okay, honey,” Mom didn’t seem angry. “I forgot to close the door.” She wasn’t trying to hide her sexual desires anymore, which was good! I was quite pleased with everything I was seeing. The only odd thing about this was that my parents’ room also had a separate bathroom, where Mom had always showered.

As I said, Mom started wearing very short golf skirts (she didn’t like playing golf), but only at home and after Dad had left. That day she wore one that barely covered her hips, and when she sat down, her beautiful thighs were completely exposed, and her white panties were always faintly visible—I noticed they were always white. Mom was becoming increasingly careless about her posture; she sat opposite me, her thighs sometimes brazenly spread open, sometimes her knees bent, her legs parted, revealing everything under her skirt, as if completely unaware of the lustful gleam in her son’s eyes. White panties frequently appeared in my field of vision. Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, it was enough for me to clearly see the style of the panties: a transparent, high-waisted white pair that clearly revealed the alluring black pubic area.

I stared greedily at that dazzling black area when suddenly, as if my mother had seen through me, she gave me a flirtatious and alluring glare, which startled me. But she didn't seem angry; instead, she sat down beside me, staring at me with a mischievous look, gently stroking my head. A familiar yet unfamiliar feminine scent wafted into my nose, instantly making my whole body tremble with excitement. I only hoped that my mother truly desired me, and that I could have my way. My mother was so close, almost within reach. I wanted to suddenly pin her down, but at that moment, I was at a loss, unsure of what to do next. If I made a move on my mother and found that it was just wishful thinking, it could ruin the good relationship we had worked so hard to build. I didn't want that to happen. After all, she's my mother. Morally, I couldn't do anything bad to her unless she initiated it or there was any further intimacy. (Later, I learned that she was also very conflicted at the time, trying hard to restrain herself from taking that step that could forever change our lives.)

Nothing happened that day. I was a little disappointed, but also relieved. I longed for a breakthrough,
but I was also afraid of it.

Another evening, I was lying on the carpet watching TV, casually placing the newspaper I had finished reading on the floor beside me. My mother came over to pick out a few pages to read. She bent over and half-knelt on the floor, her back to me, her legs spread apart, her full buttocks right in front of me, within reach. She was wearing a golf skirt, and her white panties barely covered her tight buttocks. Through the white transparent panties, I could clearly see the outline of her two thick labia. Just as I was staring at them absentmindedly, imagining the wonderful feeling of rubbing and grinding them with my penis, I suddenly realized that my mother was looking at me through the gap between her legs with a half-smile. I immediately turned my head away as if I had been electrocuted, my face flushed with embarrassment. Mom didn't say anything, continuing to read her newspaper as if nothing had happened. I, like a thief, kept glancing at her amusing moments until she finished and sat back on the sofa. Only then did I realize she was barely suppressing a laugh, seemingly quite pleased. It turned out Mom had planned this all along, only I, the pathetic bystander, got to enjoy it.

When it was time to say goodnight, Mom's kiss was unusually gentle and lingering, lasting twice as long as usual, almost like a passionate lover's kiss. I can swear her tongue tentatively explored my lips twice. She seemed reluctant to part with me; I was certain she really wanted me to stay with her all night, but I hesitated. I was afraid that once things started, they would spiral out of control. Although in my dreams, I could do anything with Mom in bed, giving her everything I had, and she would reciprocate with her passion, even her body. But in reality, I couldn't. I wasn't entirely sure what Mom was thinking. Ah, my dream! I was going crazy. That night, I masturbated all night long by myself.

The next morning, I got up, took a shower, and surprisingly felt great. As I shaved, I heard Dad drive away. It was Saturday, and I knew he wouldn't be back tonight because he had a long meeting at nine o'clock the next morning. Poor Dad. After shaving, I went downstairs for breakfast. Mom came in quickly, wearing another golf skirt (I knew she must have put it on after Dad left) and a t-shirt, without a bra underneath. My God, she looked so hot and sexy, and I was only wearing shorts. I couldn't take it anymore; my penis started to run wild. She made me my favorite pancakes, and I sat down. She carried the pancakes to my right and placed them on my plate.

Everything was so natural, completely unpretentious. I put my right hand between her legs and gently stroked the inside of her thighs. She suddenly stiffened, staring into my eyes, her dark brown eyes suddenly radiating a dazzling flame of desire. I knew what to do next.

Like an electric shock, the feeling as my fingers caressed my mother's soft, satin-smooth skin was indescribable. We both remained frozen for a while, waiting for what would happen next.

Well, I'd done what I needed to do. I'd broken the ice, pierced the thin veil between us; I had no choice but to move forward. At this point, if I still retreated as I had in the past, I wouldn't be a man. So I began to stroke the inside of my mother's soft thighs, then slowly from her knees up to the groin. My mother's breathing immediately quickened, but she didn't stop me. Instead, she slowly, slowly placed the pan of pancakes on the table, showing no intention of leaving me, simply standing there letting me caress her body. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. She gently wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing my penis against her left breast, breathing rapidly. I guessed she was also somewhat afraid of what was about to happen.

For a long time, I simply patted and stroked my mother's alluring thighs, while she gently held my neck. My left hand also rested on my mother's thigh, stroking it with both hands. My left hand slowly moved upwards along the outside of her thigh, and soon I reached the height of her usual underwear. But unexpectedly, what I touched was soft, warm skin—it was unbelievable. My left hand continued to roam over her buttocks, finally realizing that my mother wasn't wearing underwear at all!

My mother couldn't bear my caresses and let out a groan, pressing my head tightly against her soft, firm breasts. My right hand wasn't idle either, beginning to move deeper into the inside of my mother's thigh, very carefully approaching the target area I had longed for day and night. My mother quickly moved her right leg away, opening her thighs to facilitate the exploration of her beloved son's eager hand.

I tentatively reached my hand towards my mother's genitals. My fingers touched soft pubic hair, and a little further, my hand touched her vulva. I gently and tenderly stroked her warm, moist labia. That moment felt like being in a place I knew all too well. I swear, from the day I was born until now, I never imagined that one day I could caress my own mother's vulva like a lover would; that was just a dream. It was

all like a dream.

As if in response to me, as my hand touched my mother's vulva, her body trembled violently. Then, she suddenly and quickly pulled off her t-shirt, facing me directly, and yanked her obstructive golf skirt over her head, pressing my face against her bare, soft, and full breasts. My hands continued their roaming over her alluring body. My left hand teased her labia, while my right hand vigorously rubbed her buttocks. I seemed to be driven only by instinct. I parted her labia and inserted my fingers, which were already soaking wet, with vaginal fluid flowing out continuously.

My mother gasped for breath, guiding my mouth to lick her nipples. Without her prompting, I instinctively used the tip of my tongue to gently flick back and forth across her erect nipples, lightly biting the base of them with my teeth, then passionately sucking and gently biting her full, high breasts. My mother clearly couldn't resist the little movements of my fingers below; her hips began to sway rhythmically from side to side, protesting my illegal intrusion. Her vagina was already very lubricated, and my fingers went in and out without any resistance.

Finally, unable to suppress her physical urges, Mom couldn't help but cry out, "God, it's so wonderful, darling! Don't stop, don't..." Heaven knows, I had no intention of stopping; I only wanted to go further, and this thought had driven me mad. My mouth greedily searched between her breasts, while my fingers continued to tease Mom's vulva.

"Oh...oh...God!" Mom moaned, her body seemingly melting, trembling with the continued passion. "Oh...oh oh...God! So...so...darling! Oh...ah...so...so beautiful!"

If you've never inserted your fingers into your mother's vagina or pressed your face against her bare breasts, I guarantee you've never experienced the most wonderful sexual pleasure in the world. Oh, my penis was about to burst through my shorts. Suddenly, Mom left the table and dragged me away. “Hurry up, baby!” she commanded, “Take off your pants!”

At the same time, she quickly unzipped her skirt and pulled it down, while I, with the fastest speed of my life, stripped off my extra shorts, revealing my ugly, swollen, purplish, and throbbing thick penis. “Oh my God, it’s huge!”

she exclaimed, surprised by the thickness and length of my penis as she gripped it and pulled me to the counter. But she quickly turned around, leaning against the counter with her back to me, thrusting her arrogant buttocks in front of me. “Here, baby,” she said impatiently, “quick, quick, insert it into Mommy from behind.”

I stared in awe at my mother’s beautiful, snow-white, full buttocks. I swear, I desperately wanted to do as my mother commanded, but I had never seen a woman’s vulva before, had no idea what it was like, and had never even inserted my penis into a girl’s body from the front, let alone from behind. How was I supposed to begin? Mom reached back and grabbed my penis again. "Come on, baby!" she urged, "I want your cock inside me right now!"

She leaned over the counter, raising her buttocks, urging me to hurry. I couldn't care less. I walked between her wide-open legs, straightened my penis, aimed at her buttocks, gritted my teeth, and thrust forward. Surprisingly, my penis entered Mom's vagina smoothly. God, what did this feel like?

I felt Mom's warm flesh walls tightly enveloping my penis, and I was so excited I almost jumped up. "Baby, push it in," Mom cried, "I need your big cock to fuck Mom hard." So I pushed in, and Mom arched her buttocks back until my penis was completely buried in her juicy, lovely hole. "Oh...it's so beautiful, baby!" Mom murmured, "Fuck me, fuck me hard...fuck your mom to death with your dear big cock..."

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