[Wuxia] The Legend of Feathered Robes (Complete) - 16-18

(VI) A Perfect Couple

The next day was Sunday, and we slept until noon. When we woke up, we hugged and kissed, caressed each other

for a while, and Mom said in a sweet voice, "My darling, how do you know so much! Last night, on

the balcony , you lifted one of my legs and made love while standing, and then you carried me around while doing it, especially when we went down the stairs,

you bumped into me with every step, oh my, it was so exciting! Your father never did so

many things before. Zhizhi, I really suspect you've slept with many women with rich sexual experience! Tell me honestly,

is that true?"

"Mom, I've never been in contact with a woman before! You're my first woman! My sexual knowledge comes from two

sources: pornographic films and obscene books."

"I've never seen those things, I've only heard about them. Zhizhi, what's in them?"

"Mom, those things are really like a high-class sex education school. They have pictures of female genitalia,

secrets to arousing female libido, characteristics of female orgasm, how to seduce young girls into bed, how to seduce wealthy women, thirty sex positions, and so

on ... oh my, so many things, I can't even list them all, they have everything.

Mom, how about I take you to see them?"

Mom blushed and said sweetly, "No! I won't look at those filthy things!"

I knew that Mom actually wanted to see them, but she was just too embarrassed. So I continued to persuade her, "

Mom, if you consider sexual intercourse between men and women vulgar, then there probably isn't a single decent person in the world! The sad thing is,

people think about it in their hearts, but then curse it in public. This means people have no

opportunity to exchange sexual experiences. But for pleasure, they want to find more sexual methods, so they have to figure it out little by little on their own. By the time they've

gained some experience, they're already old. Mom, isn't that pitiful! Look at me, I've never had any contact with women before

, but right from the start, I have more sexual experience than you, enough to be your sexual mentor, giving you

immense enjoyment. Why? Because I've received systematic training in those things beforehand! And what I've collected

is a compilation of the experiences of those who came before. Learning them allows you to immediately enter the kingdom of pleasure.

Why go to such lengths when you can find it so easily?"

"What you say makes some sense, but… I'm still a little… embarrassed!" Mom said,

her pretty face turning red again.

Seeing that the time was right, I took Mom's hand, and together we got out of bed and went to my room.

I helped my mother sit on the sofa and then turned on the VCR, putting on a short film of thirty different sexual positions.

It was a live-action film with background music and narration.

I sat beside my mother and watched it with her. My mother leaned against me.

She watched intently, her pretty face flushed, her eyes sparkling. When the film was halfway through, my mother

's body began to twist and turn, and she let out intermittent moans.

I asked, "Mom, is it good?"

She excitedly said, "Ah, I never imagined there could be so many positions!"

I said, "This film is only showing fifteen positions so far, there are thirty in total. Another film I collected has

even more , fifty positions!"

My mother looked up at me excitedly and kissed my lips. One of her hands was already holding my

already very hard penis. Her body twisted and rubbed against me, no longer watching the

film.

I knew that her desire had been ignited by the scenes in the film, and had reached a point where it was uncontrollable. My

hands grasped her two soft breasts, kneading them gently, sometimes tightly, sometimes loosely.

She turned her legs to face me, straddling my lap, hugging me, and lifting her hips to wiggle. I knew she wanted to

imitate a position from the movie, so I guided my penis to her vaginal opening. She sat down

, letting out a soft "Ah!", and began to move up and down.

That morning, we recreated twenty positions from the movie, experiencing immense pleasure. My mother had

twenty orgasms, and to allow her to fully enjoy herself, I controlled my emotions and only ejaculated once!

When the final orgasm arrived, my mother was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and collapsed onto my bed,

asleep . I carried her to the bathroom, filled a basin with hot water to wash away the stains, and surprisingly, she didn't wake up.

...

After that, we stopped wearing clothes at home. I finally understood the benefits of being naked: firstly, the freedom

from clothing was incredibly comfortable; secondly, I could admire my mother's beautiful figure and skin at any time;

and thirdly, it was so convenient to make love whenever we wanted!

We made love every day. By day, we were mother and son; by night, we were husband and wife. No, we were husband and wife during the day too.

I discovered that my mother had an exceptionally strong sex drive. Even when she was exhausted and

bedridden , her vagina remained wet, as if the spring would never run dry!

Strangely, during our first time having sex, my mother asked me not to ejaculate inside her, fearing she might get pregnant with

my child. However, later on, she seemed less concerned about pregnancy. One day during our lovemaking, I said that to prevent

her from getting pregnant, I wouldn't ejaculate inside her. She replied, "No! I want you to ejaculate inside! When you ejaculate, your

penis is so thick and it feels so good; the force of your ejaculation is also very strong, shooting directly into my uterus. I

find it incredibly enjoyable. I'd rather have frequent abortions than give up this wonderful experience!"

I deeply admired my mother's unwavering pursuit of pleasure and tried my best to satisfy her.

Two months later, my mother indeed became pregnant with the fruit of our incestuous relationship. That night, she nestled in my arms and

told me anxiously, "Darling, I'm pregnant with your baby! What should I do?"

I was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Wow! That's wonderful! I'm going to be a dad!"

My mother said in a sweet voice, "Look at you, still so happy! How am I going

to explain ?" I immediately sat up and pressed my ear to my mother's belly, trying to hear the baby's heartbeat.

I eagerly sat up and pressed my ear to my mother's belly, trying to hear the baby's heartbeat.

My mother laughed and said, "It's too early! You can't hear it yet; you'll have to wait four months!"

I turned around, climbed on top of her, and kissed her.

My mother advocated for an abortion. I really couldn't bear to part with my child and firmly insisted on keeping the baby.

"Let me think about it some more!" my mother said solemnly.

Suddenly, her expression changed, and she asked with a coquettish smile, "Oh! Darling, I just remembered something: if the baby is born

, what will he call you? Will he call you Dad or Brother?"

"Of course you should call me Daddy!" I said, thrusting my hips forward, my thick, hard penis plunging into her secret place again.

Mom let out a soft "Oh," then fell silent, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation.

I thrust violently over three hundred times, bringing my lovely mother back into a state of blissful ecstasy.

Just when we were worrying about this, an exciting solution suddenly appeared.

It was the next day when I came home from school and saw my mother sitting on the sofa, crying so bitterly.

I sat beside her, pulled her into my arms, and softly asked, "My darling, why are you crying?"

She buried her face in my chest. "Zhizhi, I just found out today: your father is having an affair abroad,

living with an American woman..."

I picked my mother up and let her sit across my lap, nestled in my arms. I comforted her,

kissing her gently. "Mommy, it's better he doesn't come back. Aren't we happy, relying on each other?"

My mother stopped crying and nodded. "Son, you are my greatest comfort. This is good, so we

can live together like husband and wife. I hope you won't abandon me!"

"Of course, my darling! You are my Snow White, my good wife, I will never

leave you! Ah! I am so happy!" I kissed her excitedly, until she trembled.

Her breathing quickened, and she whispered shyly in my ear, "Zhizhi, I want it! Give it to me!"

I undressed her on the sofa...

After the climax subsided, Mom nestled in my arms like a docile kitten, letting me

caress and kiss her all over.

She opened her beautiful eyes, looked at me adoringly, and smiled, saying, "Darling, I feel especially relaxed today,

guess why?"

I said I couldn't guess.

She gently patted my face and said, "Silly boy! Can't you guess? It's because your father

abandoned us, which makes me feel free. We have no worries together anymore, we can do whatever we want,

and have fun. Don't you think so?"

"Of course, I feel that way too!" I said excitedly.

She said, "I've made up my mind. Tomorrow I'll write to your father and ask for a divorce. Then...then

I'll marry you!"

I said, "A mother marrying her own son is probably illegal."

She smiled and said, "Actually, in some ancient Western Regions countries, there was a traditional rule:

the queen must become the son's wife after the king's death. Back then, Cai Wenji almost became

her son's wife after her husband's death, but she didn't because she adhered to Chinese tradition and fled back to China.

I think this rule is quite good. Why can't we? I've thought of a way. After your father and I divorce,

we can immigrate abroad and change our identities. That way we can get married legitimately,

and our children can stay!"

I expressed my full agreement.

The next day, my mother wrote a letter to my father, proposing a divorce. Unexpectedly, half a month later, my father

readily agreed in his reply and signed the divorce papers. In the letter, he admitted that he had a new lover, loved that woman

madly, and that divorce was the best solution under these circumstances. He offered to give half of the vast family fortune to

my mother.

Soon, they really completed the divorce proceedings. At this point, my mother was surprisingly calm and relaxed.

So, my mother and I officially began living as husband and wife.

To ensure a smooth delivery, my mother and I decided to immigrate to Singapore. We spent some money and

immigrated using fake identities; my mother became twenty-two years old, and I became twenty, so that we could

officially get married.

We completed the marriage formalities in Singapore and bought a very large house, covering approximately two

hundred acres, filled with exotic trees and flowers, fragrant year-round, and including a dedicated gym with an

indoor pool. I also invested ten million US dollars to start a company. From then on, I developed my career and

happiness here.

Five months after our marriage, my mother gave birth to a smart and lovely daughter.

To this day, no one has ever doubted our age. We have been married for ten years, and my mother is

forty-four years old, but her appearance remains young and beautiful, her skin delicate, her figure graceful, and her

temperament always retains a pure and lively charm, so she looks much younger than me, at least seven or eight years younger.

What comforts me even more is that my mother's libido is still as strong as it was back then. Her reactions in bed are still sensitive and

passionate; a little teasing and she's intoxicated, lithe and boneless, truly captivating and alluring. Holding her in my arms

is exhilarating, and I never want to let go—it's incredibly moving.

Recently, I held our tenth wedding anniversary celebration dance at home, and a friend earnestly said to me, "

Ah Zhi, I can't believe you're two years younger than your wife. To be honest, when we first met, I thought you were

four or five years older. You're so lucky to have such a beautiful and virtuous wife. She possesses the quiet elegance of an

ancient lady, and the gentle passion of a Japanese woman… Ah, she's truly perfect,

a rare find!"

I thought to myself: her captivatingly shy moans, her dreamy, hazy expressions, and her tender cries in bed

must also be unparalleled! My father is the head of the sales department at a factory, and he's often away on business trips, so I'm usually the only man

. My younger sister is in her final year of junior high, and my older sister is a senior in high school, both busy preparing for their middle school and college entrance exams. Therefore, all the housework falls on my mother. I'm only a freshman in high school, and I don't want to do anything at home, which has earned me a lot of nagging from my mother. This day after school, I played basketball outside for a long time. As it was getting dark, I slowly walked home, thinking , "Mom's going to scold me for ages again. I'd better sneak home and lie down in bed first! If she asks, I'll just say I came home a while ago, and she just didn't notice me while she was cooking." Having decided, I quietly took my key and, like a thief, slowly opened the door and slipped inside. Seeing that my mother wasn't there, I ran to the kitchen to hide. Hearing her footsteps heading towards the bathroom, I sneaked to the bathroom door. My mother probably saw no one was home, so she didn't close the bathroom door. She was standing in the bathroom, her face flushed, her bra still on, and she was rubbing her vulva back and forth with her hand on it.

She clenched her teeth, biting her lip tightly, trying not to make a sound. Soon, beads of

sweat , and clear droplets of fluid began to drip from her labia.

Suddenly, she leaned her head back against the wall, her fingers probing into her vagina. She moved her fingers

in and out, her eyes tightly closed, her nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily.

Thin, silvery lines of fluid trailed from her fingers as she moved them in and out, and gradually even her thighs were covered in her vaginal fluid.

Suddenly, her thighs tensed, and she cried out, "Ah!" Her fingers moved even faster inside her vagina.

Two tears slowly rolled down her cheeks, whether from excitement or something else, it was unclear. She finally stopped moving,

exhaled a long breath, and withdrew her hand from her vagina. Looking at the water stains on her hand, she

shook her head, then turned on the tap and began to shower.

I dared not watch any longer, afraid she would see me when she came out of the shower, so I secretly left the

house again and waited outside for half an hour before returning. As soon as I entered, I saw my mother. She was still wearing that dress, but she wasn't wearing

stockings , and she had changed her shoes to slippers.

Sure enough, as soon as my mother saw me, she asked, "Where have you been again? You even forgot to eat? Why aren't you helping your mother

with the housework?" I didn't dare to talk back and obediently went to eat and then took a shower. In the bathroom, thinking about

how my mother had just masturbated, my penis became erect. Remembering that my mother wasn't wearing stockings when I came back, I quickly

searched in the washing machine in the bathroom. Unexpectedly, I not only found the stockings that my mother had used to wipe her labia, but also the pink panties

she was wearing.

Overjoyed, I grabbed my mother's panties with one hand, flipped them inside out, and inhaled the scent of her tender vulva. With the other hand, I held

her stockings to my penis, stroking it. When I brought the panties to my lips, a slightly fishy, salty

taste reached my tongue. I suddenly remembered that my mother had wet these panties. This

excited me even more. The slippery stockings rubbed against my penis, and soon,

the semen shot out! I quickly showered and returned to my room, dreaming all night of my mother's snow-white, beautiful

body.

For the next few days, whether at school or after class, my mind was filled with thoughts of my mother's snow-white naked body. Every day

after school, I would rush to the bathroom to find her underwear to masturbate in. I

secretly vowed that I would taste my mother's body no matter what.

That night, I went back to my bedroom early, waiting for my mother to fall asleep. The clock quickly struck midnight.

I stripped down to my shorts, barefoot, and slowly walked to my mother's bedroom . I gently opened the

door, glanced around to make sure my older and younger sisters were also fast asleep, and then slipped inside . I quietly closed the door, my heart pounding. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I looked at the bed. My mother was wearing a white silk nightgown, with only a thin blanket covering her waist. She was curled up, head turned to the side, fast asleep. I tiptoed to her bedside, reached out, and pulled the blanket from her waist to the floor. She didn't , completely unaware. Emboldened, I placed my hands on her small, delicate feet and slowly stroked them. She seemed ticklish and jerked her foot away. I jumped back in fright, startled, and quickly ducked off the bed. After a while, seeing that she was still sound asleep, I got up again. I thought to myself, "Since we've come this far, might as well go all the way." So I pulled my shorts down and stood naked in front of my still-sleeping mother. My penis was already hard and erect. I gently pressed it against my mother's delicate, white feet, rubbing it back and forth. This time, my mother didn't pull her feet away. My penis moved back and forth on her feet, feeling the fine, soft lines of her toes. I gently parted her toes and moved the head of my penis between them. Ah! My mother's toes were so warm! I noticed some pre-ejaculate on the tip of my penis, some of it dripping onto my mother's soft toes, making my penetration even smoother. I looked up at my mother. Her beautiful face showed no reaction; there was , which further fueled my lust. I pulled my penis from between my mother's toes, and climbed naked onto her bed. The bed suddenly sank under my weight, and my mother let out a soft "hmm," turning her body slightly. I froze, stopped, and held my breath, watching her nervously. Thankfully, her eyes were still closed, and her turn from her side to her back made it easier for me. I reached out trembling hands and cautiously placed them on the bottom of her nightgown, slowly . Her soft, delicate calves were revealed. Pulling further up, her pair of firm, white , and elastic thighs were exposed. Now I reached below her buttocks, but her buttocks blocked the nightgown; unless I lifted her buttocks, I couldn't pull it up completely. I had to stop and look at my mother. She was completely unaware that most of her private parts were exposed, still fast asleep with a sweet smile. I straightened up and moved very quietly to my mother's upper body. Looking at her smiling, cherry-like lips, I couldn't resist placing the head of my penis on her lips. Although I couldn't actually insert it into her mouth, just the act of ravaging her delicate, rosy lips excited me immensely. In the dim light from the window, I could clearly see the clear fluid flowing from the tip of my penis onto my mother's lips. As my penis moved against her lips, the fluid stretched into a long, thin, transparent thread. My dark penis, set against my mother's fair and delicate face and rosy lips , along with that line of fluid between my penis and her lips, created an atmosphere of intense eroticism in the room . I straddled my mother's face and gently pressed my glans against her lips, making her mouth open slightly. My glans touched her white teeth. I continued to move my body up and down gently , the saliva on my glans mixing with her saliva, gradually forming a large droplet that landed her white teeth. In her sleep, my mother opened her mouth and swallowed the droplet from my glans.

He swallowed the secretions. Taking advantage of the moment, my glans plunged into my mother's mouth, pressing against

her delicate tongue. The entire glans was submerged in my beautiful mother's small mouth. My mother's

tongue was incredibly gentle; it was covered in saliva when it touched my glans. The warm saliva

and soft tongue enveloped my glans, making it feel incredibly comfortable and pleasant. Unfortunately, my mother

only opened her mouth for a few seconds before closing her teeth. Afraid that she would bite my penis, I quickly

pulled my glans out of her mouth. As my glans left her mouth, a long strand of saliva trailed from

her white teeth down to my erect penis. A section of it fell off halfway down, dripping

onto my mother's delicate cheek.

I exhaled, carefully moved my body, and crouched down to my mother's waist. Then, I grabbed the two shoulder straps of

her nightgown and slowly pulled them apart, exposing her slender, snow-white shoulders.

Next, I gently took one of her hands and carefully pulled one shoulder strap away from her hand, then

pulled the other shoulder strap away as well. Now, the upper part of her nightgown was completely loose. I slowly pulled

the upper part of her nightgown down to her waist. Ah! My mother hadn't been wearing a bra while sleeping! Those firm, snow-white breasts I had longed for were suddenly before me, their two brownish-red

nipples trembling gently. I couldn't resist bending down to kiss them.

My mother's breasts were so warm and soft, with two nipples on either side of my cheek. Every time I

kissed her cleavage, the nipples would gently brush against my face. I turned my head and sucked on

one of her nipples, gently holding it in my mouth, teasing her fragrant nipple with my tongue. My mother let out

a soft "Mmm." I looked up at her with my mouth full of her nipple. Her eyes were still closed,

but her breathing was noticeably heavier. Could it be that my mother was experiencing pleasure in her dreams?

I released my mother's nipple and slipped my head under the hem of her nightgown. I saw her pink

panties—the same panties she wore when I spied on my parents making love.

A sweet and sour, feminine fragrance emanated from the center of the panties. I touched the bottom of the panties with my tongue and gently licked them. Soon,

my saliva stained her pink panties a deep red. Suddenly, I noticed a strange taste

—a salty smell in the center. I remembered—it was

the same smell when I masturbated with her panties that day. So, my mother, she... she even had vaginal discharge in her dreams?

My mother let out a soft moan, and one of her thighs bent. I

was startled !

After a while, seeing no further movement from her, I grew bolder and grabbed her two

snow-white, plump thighs, spreading them apart. Unconsciously, Mom followed my movements, spreading her legs wide.

A tuft of dark pubic hair peeked out from the ends of her panties. I opened my mouth to take that

slightly curved pubic hair, licking and sucking it. The hair seemed to be coated with her vaginal fluid; my mouth was filled with

the sour, salty taste of it.

Because Mom had already bent one thigh, I easily pulled one side of her nightgown up to her

waist. Seeing that she hadn't reacted after all this time, I grew bolder. I placed my hand on

her buttocks and, with a little force, pulled the other side of her nightgown up to her waist. Now, Mom's entire

upper body was completely naked, and her lower body was only covered by panties, her long, snow-white legs

exposed, a white silk nightgown wrapped around her waist—she looked incredibly lewd!

I swallowed hard and inserted a finger into the seam of her panties. Ah! I

touched my mother's clitoris. Two wet, slippery labia clamped my finger between them. I slowly

slid my finger between the narrow labia, feeling the fine threads of moisture clinging to my fingertip. I took my finger out,

put it in my mouth, and sucked hard. Ah! What a sweet taste!

At that moment, I felt my eyes were bloodshot, waves of desire pounding through my

body . I slowly hooked the bottom of my mother's pink panties and pulled them down little by little,

revealing her incredibly alluring vulva.

First, there was the soft, curved, inverted triangle of pubic hair, glossy black, trembling slightly, as if calling to me. Next, there was the pelvis above the vulva, curving forward with a slight arc, some pale yellow pubic hair clinging

timidly to both sides of the pelvis. Next, I saw my mother's beautiful little vulva. Her two pink labia were

plump and slightly parted to the sides. Beneath the labia was a small, protruding fleshy mound, even more tender and red in color.

The mound was tightly closed, and clear droplets of fluid were gushing out from the crevice between it.

I finally pulled my mother's panties down to her ankles. I lifted her little feet and slowly pulled the panties

down between her legs. Now, my mother was completely naked in front of me. My mother, who was sleeping

soundly had no idea that she was now so wantonly naked, her legs spread wide open, presented to her equally

naked baby!

Excitedly, I bent down and gently licked my mother's small feet, then licked upwards, past

her smooth insteps to her

fair and alluring calves, then down to her full and pleasing thighs, and further up to her delicate vulva, the place where I had given birth. Next, past the silk

nightgown , I kissed her clean, white breasts. Finally, I kissed her lips, gently

biting the corners of her moist, beautiful lips with my teeth.

My mother's breathing grew heavier, and she even let out soft moans. I knelt up, excitedly

pressing the head of my penis against my mother's labia, gently touching them, feeling their tenderness

and the lubrication of the vaginal fluid. More and more fluid

flowed, completely wetting my penis. I looked down; my mother's beautiful labia were opening wider and wider. I

pushed in slightly, and the head of my penis easily touched the clitoris inside her vulva.

Suddenly, Mom twisted her body. I quickly looked at her and saw that her breathing

had become . Her two plump thighs began to close, clamping my testicles between them.

Under the pressure of Mom's elastic thigh muscles, my testicles felt extremely comfortable. I stared intently at Mom's reaction and began to slowly

push the head of my penis deeper into Mom's body.

At first, there was a slight tightness, but after passing through the protective barrier of my mother's inner flesh, it

felt like a smooth expanse. My penis inch by inch slid into my mother's vagina, and at the junction of my penis and

her labia, strings of white, foamy vaginal fluid flowed out, more and more,

wetting even my thighs and making them feel icy cold. My mother's plump buttocks were also covered in

this white fluid.

My mother let out moans of "Mmm... Ah..." Although the sounds weren't loud, they still made my

heart race. My older sister and younger sister were sleeping next door; waking them would be terrible

!

I stopped, thought for a moment, and reluctantly pulled my penis out of my mother's sweet vagina. I crawled off

the bed and searched the bedside table. Finally, I found it! Those were the deep purple stockings Mom had worn during the day

. I climbed back onto the bed and gently covered Mom's mouth with the stockings. This way, I could suppress her

moans without waking her up from holding her breath. (I had considered silencing her

moans , but that would mean I had to press my whole body against her, making it easier for her to wake up.)

Then I crawled to Mom's thighs, looking at her still-flowing, wet vulva. I couldn't resist leaning

over, opening my mouth wide, and sucking on her labia. A large mouthful of sweet juice gushed into my

mouth, which I swallowed whole. Then I

wiped , slowly smearing them on my penis. Next, I aimed my glans at Mom's vulva. This time, instead of

slowly entering, I thrust in quickly, inserting my entire penis into her vagina.

Mom let out a muffled groan, her two snow-white thighs jerking violently. I was prepared, and I sat firmly on her

full thighs, my large penis remaining deep inside her. Looking at Mom,

fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, and her panting breaths made the stockings on her lips bounce up and down

. However, her eyeballs were still slowly moving under her eyelids; I knew she was still dreaming! Perhaps she was

dreaming of making love?

I paused briefly, then began to thrust my penis into Mom's vagina, one hand still holding onto the

silk nightgown wrapped around her waist. This position was like riding a horse; the nightgown was

the reins, and Mom's two snow-white thighs were the saddle. And my back-and-forth movement felt just

like the swaying sensation on a horse's back.

My mother's two fleshy mounds swayed back and forth, the two nipples on them trembling precariously—the

best view from horseback. The difference was that my large penis was tightly inserted into my mother's vagina,

sliding in and out with the lubrication of her milky white fluids!

I could clearly feel the pressure of my mother's breasts on my penis. At the very tip of my penis was a

soft wall of flesh—was that my mother's uterus? I closed my eyes, slowly savoring my mother's body, feeling

each collision with her vagina. My mother's fluids flowed down, from her buttocks to

the bed , staining her snow-white skin as her thighs moved from side to side, leaving my lower body covered in

her cool, wet fluids.

I reached out my other hand, grasped my mother's breast, and gently kneaded it, letting her rosy nipples

slip through my fingers, then gently pinching them. "Mmm..." Mom groaned softly, a few tears of excitement

welling up . Her little legs involuntarily bent,

arching my body, which was sitting on her lap, high up. This way, when I thrust into her vagina, it was a diagonal, top-down motion,

which amplified my pleasure even more. Each thrust scraped against the walls of her vagina,

making her vagina feel even tighter.

My big cock throbbed and roared, wildly ravaging Mom's pink labia. One hand

kneaded her breasts harder and harder, making them round and flat, constantly changing

shape.

Ah! My big cock had swelled to its maximum, as if it was about to

unleash ! I gritted my teeth, recklessly thrusting into Mom's vagina with all my might, one hand tightly gripping

her white nightgown, the other desperately pinching her nipple!

Sigh! It's true what they say, don't let success go to your head. Just at this crucial moment, something shocking happened!

Mom suddenly stopped her groans and slowly opened her eyes! I was stunned! So frightened I forgot to move! I stared at Mom, dumbfounded!

Mom didn't seem fully awake yet, staring blankly straight ahead. But quickly, she reacted

, not even bothering to wipe the stockings off her mouth, and hurriedly said, "You! What are you doing? Huh? I'm

your mother! You beast!" As she spoke, she forcefully pushed me down onto her! Her little legs kicked wildly!

In my terror, a plan suddenly came to mind! (Heh! I even admire myself. Just now I was afraid my older sister

and younger sister would find out I raped Mom, but now Mom isn't afraid of being discovered?) I immediately pressed my body against

Mom's ! I held my mother's arms tightly with my hands, and my legs pressed firmly against her calves. My chest pressed

against her breasts. (As my mother struggled, her nipples occasionally brushed against my nipples,

which excited me even more!) My big cock tried to penetrate my mother's vagina as much as possible. While controlling my mother's body, I

whispered in her ear, "Mom, keep your voice down! Don't wake up my sister and younger sister!"

My mother was stunned, and she lowered her voice. "Get down! I'm your own mother! You! You're so outrageous! Waaah... Get down now!"

I was in the middle of it all, how could I let go like that? "Mom! Anyway, Dad is never home! He can't satisfy

you! I'm going through puberty, you don't want me to go out and rape other women and go astray, right? Just let me

satisfy this once!" I said, licking my mother's earlobe with the tip of my tongue. "No! No! This is incest!

Let me go!"

I said, continuing to thrust my large penis inside my mother's body. "Mom, I've already

raped her! I've already committed incest! Just stop moving and satisfy me completely!"

Seeing that I wouldn't give up no matter what, my mother finally cried, strings of crystal tears

streaming down her cheeks. "No! Please! Let me go! This... this won't do!"

I didn't care about anything else! I just forcefully thrust my large penis deep into my mother's body again and again.

"Let me go!! No! No! Ah..." Mom cried out, twisting her white body,

trying her best to avoid my violation.

"Mom, do you know how much you just leaked? Aren't you uncomfortable? Since everyone is

comfortable, why are you making things difficult for yourself?"

Mom's face was flushed, I didn't know if it was from embarrassment or the result of struggling. "You! You're talking nonsense! Ah...

Waaah... Stop it... Mom begs you..."

I was getting annoyed! I suddenly pressed my mouth against Mom's small mouth, which was still covered by a stocking, and used my teeth to forcefully shove

the stocking into her mouth. Mom was about to open her mouth to cry out when I suddenly

pushed the entire toe of her stocking into her mouth.

"Mmm... Mmm..." Mom looked at me with a mournful look on her face, her mouth still full of her own

stocking being pushed by her baby's tongue. Even a tiger wouldn't hurt its cub, she couldn't bear

to bite my tongue in this situation, so she just opened her mouth and let me force a kiss on her through the stocking.

Soon, the toes of Mom's stockings were covered in our saliva. Since Mom had just

worn them that day, they still carried the fragrant scent of her small feet. Mixed with her saliva, I sucked

the moisture from the stockings, swallowing mouthful after mouthful. As I swallowed, I vigorously swirled my tongue in Mom's mouth to get

more of her sweet saliva. My tender hole, like a pounding bell, relentlessly ravaged Mom's vagina.

Mom's face was covered in sweat and tears. She shook her head, her beautiful long hair swaying on the bed

. I became increasingly excited, and my vagina thrust into Mom faster and faster. Although Mom's vaginal fluids were starting

to dry up noticeably, her vagina gripped my penis even tighter. I finally couldn't hold back any longer!

With a low growl, my penis jerked violently, and a torrent of semen

poured .

Mom shook her head desperately, mumbling incoherently, "Ugh...no...don't...shoot...inside...

ugh..." Tears streamed down her face as she cried out.

I was caught up in the throes of pleasure, so why would I listen to her? I bit down hard on the stocking in her mouth while thrusting even

harder . Mom probably knew that her cries were useless, and finally stopped struggling,

her body going limp as I rammed into her. I took the opportunity to grab her breasts and

knead them vigorously, stretching my legs out and pressing them tightly against her small feet, venting my madness.

Gradually, I stopped, my body going limp and powerless. I lay on top of Mom's naked body,

pulling the purple stocking from her mouth and spitting it onto the pillow. Mom didn't even glance at me,

her eyes wide open as tears streamed down her face, without uttering a word.

I lay there for a while, but it wasn't interesting. I got up, took my mother's stockings, and

wiped clean. Looking at my mother, she was still lying on her back, legs spread wide, crying, seemingly numb

. I boldly moved closer and looked at my mother's vulva. My

semen , a large amount of milky white liquid gushing from her slightly swollen, bright red labia. I

placed the stockings I had used to wipe my penis on my mother's vulva and gently wiped away the semen.

My mother didn't seem to notice or move.

After cleaning her vulva, I picked up my shorts with my mother's stockings and quietly

left my mother's bedroom. Lying on the bed, I was filled with fear and trepidation. Tomorrow! What would happen?

The next day, with a heavy heart, I got out of bed. After hesitating for a long time, I finally opened my

bedroom door and went out to the dining room. My older sister and younger sister were at the table, heads down, quickly shoveling

their food into their mouths. My mother sat motionless at the table, her eyes red and swollen, clearly the result of

crying .

I didn't dare eat either, and quickly said, "Mom, I'm not hungry today, I'm going to school."

My mother seemed not to hear me, remaining motionless and sitting there blankly. My older sister and younger sister quickly said together, "Mom, I'm full, I'm leaving too." Seeing that my mother still didn't react, my older sister and younger sister didn't dare say anything more, stuck out their tongues

at each other , and walked out of the house with me.

As soon as we stepped outside, my younger sister asked curiously, "What's wrong with Mom today? She just

sat there blankly after making breakfast? And it looks like Mom cried?" My older sister said, "I don't know, Mom was

fine ."

I chuckled inwardly. How could they know? Mom was raped by me last night, that's why she's like this!

We went to our respective schools while we were talking

ate lunch at school. In the evening, I guessed that my older sister and younger sister had finished their self-study sessions before going home. When I walked in, I saw my mother

sitting alone on the sofa, wiping her eyes from time to time. I walked up to her and deliberately asked, "Mom, did my sister and younger sister

go to school?" My mother then looked up and gave me a resentful look.

I sat down next to her, and my mother quickly moved away from me. I then moved

closer . A hand landed on my mother's shoulder, but she slapped it away with a "smack," saying, "You

beast! Wait till your father gets home, he'll beat you to death!"

I grinned and said, "Mom, are you going to tell Dad about this? If he finds out

, I'm dead meat. But you won't be any better off, will you?" My mother was speechless for a moment. After a long pause, she glared at

me, gritting her teeth, and said, "You! Get out of here! I don't have a baby like you!!"

I chuckled mischievously, "Hehe, then I won't be your baby anymore. How about I be your lover?"

Mom jumped up, her face pale, staring at me. "You! What did you say? You! Are you

even speaking human language?"

I crossed my legs, saying smugly, "Fine, then I'll speak like a human. When Dad comes back, I'll

honestly admit my mistake to him. I'll tell him that you seduced me at home and I couldn't resist. Guess if

Dad will still acknowledge me as his baby?"

Mom's eyes widened, her lips trembling. "You! You're talking nonsense! Your dad and I have been married

for so many years, doesn't he know me? How could I seduce you??"

"Ha! That's hard to say. Guess if Dad knows you went to the bathroom to masturbate? If you can

masturbate why can't you seduce your baby?"

Mom was shocked, unable to finish her sentence. "You? You? How? How did you know?"

I smiled smugly. "Hehe, this is called 'If you don't want others to know, don't do it in the first place!'"

My mother glared at me. After a long pause, she sighed softly, her tone softening noticeably: "You! What do you

want?"

I sneakily moved closer to her, putting my arm around her shoulder. She struggled slightly, then let me

put my hand on her shoulder. I knew she had given in. I smiled and said, "I don't want this either, I just

want you to be happy!" As I spoke, I carefully examined her closely.

She was casually wearing a white loungewear dress, her long hair loosely tied in a short bun.

Faint tear stains still clung to her unadorned face. Her long, slender legs were encased in white lace stockings, and

her delicate feet were encased in semi-transparent high-heeled sandals. She looked incredibly beautiful, so pitiful that

my penis instantly hardened.

I swallowed hard as I slowly reached my hand under her dress. My mother shuddered violently,

then bit her lower lip and slowly closed her eyes. Seeing that my mother tacitly approved of my actions, I was

overjoyed . My hand quickly slipped under her skirt, exploring her panties.

Two clear tears slowly welled up in the corners of her tightly closed eyes.

I hugged her from the front, gently kissing her and licking away her tears. My hand then

slipped under the bottom of her panties, until it touched her trembling, tender, smooth labia. My mother

bit her lips even tighter, her rosy lips turning white from the effort. My fingers slid

back and forth , the tips gently scraping the inner walls of her vulva. My mother struggled to suppress her

breathing, trying hard to calm herself. I smiled coldly to myself. Hmph! Let's see how long you can hold out!

I moved my lips to my mother's ear, gently biting her earlobe and teasing her ear canal with the tip of my tongue

. A blush instantly spread across her face, and her breathing became heavier. My other hand slid down from

her shoulder to her breast.

I gently unbuttoned the buttons of her pajamas one by one. My mother was already blushing

deeply , her long eyelashes trembling slightly. Seeing her shy appearance, I was overjoyed. While unbuttoning

her clothes, I moved my lips to her eyes and brushed my tongue from side to side against her

eyelashes.

"Mmm...no...it's...it tickles..." My mother finally uttered a sentence. The fragrant breath emanating from her

intoxicating little mouth attracted my attention again. I lowered my head and pressed my lips deeply

against her cherry-like mouth, trying to penetrate her oral cavity with my tongue.

My mother rejected me with her tightly clenched teeth, but I wasn't too angry. I thought, "Anyway, I'll be all

mine soon, so why should I be afraid of her not giving me her mouth?" I licked her slightly upturned lips while

unbuttoning all the buttons on her loungewear. Her entire body was

now half-naked in front of me.

Today, she was wearing a green bra with light green lace trim. Her panties and

bra were a matching set, also green with lace trim. This lingerie set made her skin

appear exceptionally fair, and her slender waist created a beautiful curve, making her white loungewear look even

wider. Her two full breasts pushed her bra high, creating a deep cleavage that

was exceptionally pronounced when viewed from above.

I took a deep breath, thanking God for giving me such a beautiful mother. My fingers, which were sliding incessantly across my mother's tender vulva,

momentarily forgot to attack, until my mother's words snapped me back to reality, "You...

you...if you want to...hurry up...um...your sister and the others will be back soon!" I came to my senses and looked at

my mother . Her eyes were still tightly closed, and her face was flushed, probably because she was extremely ashamed of what she had just said!

I said "Oh," bent down, supported my mother's legs with one hand, and hooked

the back . With a sudden movement, I lifted her into my arms and deliberately asked loudly, "Mom, should we

do it in your room or mine?"

My mother lowered her head and said in an almost inaudible voice, "To...to mine...in case...

your sister comes back, she'll...she'll call me..."

I shouted "Yes, ma'am!" and carried my mother through the living room into her bedroom. Then I turned around and closed

her bedroom door with my foot, pressed the lock button with the hand supporting her legs, turned back, looked at my

mother, who was intoxicated in my arms, and couldn't help but lower my head and deeply kiss her cherry lips. Then I gently placed my mother on

the bed and turned on the light.

My mother frowned slightly, "No, don't turn on the light."

I laughed, "That way I can properly admire Mom's beautiful body!" My mother didn't

say .

I stood at the head of the bed and quickly stripped myself naked. Hearing

the rustling of my clothes, Mom couldn't resist peeking open her eyes a crack in curiosity. To her surprise, she

saw her baby standing naked in front of her, his enormous penis

erect and facing her face. Mom was mortified and quickly closed her eyes.

I chuckled and said, "What are you so shy about, Mom? Didn't he come from you?"

Mom blushed deeply and didn't dare answer. Seeing her blushing expression only made me happier, and

I teased her further, "Mom, do you think my penis is bigger or Dad's?" As I spoke, I

brought my large penis towards Mom's lips.

Mom remained silent until my large penis touched her delicate lips, at which point she gasped

and opened her eyes, immediately seeing my penis moving on her lips. She quickly pulled her head back, crying out

, "No! Don't!"

Seeing her panicked expression, a thought struck me. "Mom, don't tell me you've never given Dad

oral sex before!"

Mom blushed and nodded, saying softly, "You...you think...your dad is...

like ?"

I was overjoyed. So, Mom's first time giving oral sex happened last night with me! "You

don't have give me oral sex, but you have to tell me, is my penis bigger or Dad's?"

Mom buried her face in the pillow in embarrassment, and after a long while, a muffled reply came from under the pillow: "Yours

..."

I pressed her, "What's bigger about mine?"

Mom buried her head in the pillow, only her snow-white nape showing. "Your...penis...is...big..."

I got a satisfactory answer, so I didn't force Mom to give me oral sex. There would be plenty of opportunities later. I

climbed onto the bed and stroked Mom's body up and down, her back to me. Then I forcefully lifted the hem of Mom's pajamas upwards.

Since the buttons in the front were already undone, the pajamas were lifted over Mom's head in one go, with only

the two sleeves still on her arms. Mom's pert buttocks and snow-white back muscles

were exposed in an instant.

Excitedly, I sat on my mother's buttocks with my back to her head, leaning down to

kiss her inner thighs. Her thighs trembled slightly, as if resisting the pleasure. I continued kissing downwards, following the opening of

her white lace stockings, down her rounded knees, her slender calves, and

slowly kissing her smooth feet. My mother softly cried out, "You... take off my shoes, or you'll get the bed

dirty."

I grinned lewdly and said, "No, Mom, you smell even better with your shoes on!" As I spoke, I bit her

toes, which peeked out from under the stockings of her high-heeled sandals.

I slowly savored the smoothness of her toes, feeling the fragrance of the stockings on my tongue.

My mother seemed ticklish and gently pulled her feet away, but I moved my lips to follow, ensuring that her delicate toes

could not escape. My mother's stockings were quickly soaked with my saliva, and the scent of her toes mixed with

the unique filled my mouth along with my saliva.

I scrambled to my feet, moved to my mother's side, and forcefully turned her to face me. She clutched the pillow,

desperately to hide her face. With my mouth full of saliva that smelled of her toes and stockings, I couldn't speak.

In desperation, I grabbed her long hair and pulled it to the side. Amidst her cry of pain, I

pulled the pillow away from her hands, revealing her delicate, oval face. I suddenly lowered my head and

pressed my lips to hers, spitting the saliva I had just sucked from her feet into her mouth.

Before her cry of pain could even subside, before her mouth could close, I had spat all the saliva, still smelling of her toes and stockings,

into her small mouth. She couldn't react in time; the saliva rushed down her throat,

causing her to cough repeatedly.

My tongue continued to swirl inside my mother's mouth, desperately exploring her delicate tongue. My mother tried to

avoid my tongue while coughing incessantly, her face turning completely white! Because

the space inside her mouth was so limited, I easily entwined my tongue with hers. I curled my tongue around hers and

forcefully sucked her saliva out of her mouth.

My mother shook her head frantically, making "uh...uh..." sounds of resistance, but I was

much stronger than her, firmly holding her neck, preventing her from escaping. Finally, my mother realized that resistance was

futile, and she resigned herself to her fate, stopping and letting me do as I pleased.

I excitedly kissed my mother, swirling her tongue around, gently biting her lips, and

pushing the depths of her throat.

At this moment, I released my mother's head and began to roam over her body. First, I reached for her

bra, caressing the lace. Then, I slipped my fingers into her cleavage,

feeling the soft, white flesh of her breasts. I moved my fingers from side to side, reaching deep into the two highest

points of her bra, teasing the most sensitive areas on her nipples.

There were tiny bumps and depressions there; each time I touched them, my mother let out a soft moan. Her nipples gradually

swelled, and I could feel them slowly erecting,

almost , pushing the bra high and wide as if it were about to burst.

I quickly withdrew my fingers and placed my hands behind my mother's back, trying to unhook her bra. Alas! Having no

experience, I fumbled around for a while, unable to open my mother's bra hooks. My mother blushed, slightly

shifted her body, and with a quick flick of her wrist, the bra slipped to both sides. Then, with a gentle twist, the bra

slid to one side, revealing her entire breast to me.

I quickly said, "Thank you, Mom, you're so experienced!" My mother blushed even more, shyly closing

her eyes again.

I lowered my head, taking my mother's nipple into my mouth, letting it slide in and out, occasionally gently biting

the tip with my teeth, causing my mother to moan "Hmm... um..." one moment, and

cry out "Ouch... ya..." the next.

After playing with my mother's breasts for a while, I licked down her breasts until I

reached her small, alluring navel. I circled her navel with my tongue, then forcefully pushed the tip

deep into her navel. Although I could only lick in a small part, it caused my mother's waist to arch slightly involuntarily

, responding to my movements.

Seeing that Mom was already in the mood, I worked even harder. I moved down slightly, biting

the lace edge of Mom's panties while gently licking her skin, and pulled the panties down.

Mom lifted her buttocks to make it easier for me to bite down on her panties. My nose

moved down with the panties, ploughing up Mom's lush pubic hair. Mom's messy, curly pubic hair tickled my nose

, making me itchy, and at the same time, a strong, fishy smell hit my nose. Then my nose

touched Mom's pelvis, at the top of which were some light yellow pubic hairs. I was almost made to sneeze from the stimulation of the pubic hairs

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My mother's panties were completely off her tender vulva, her two long, pink labia shamelessly hanging

below her pelvis. I nudged those two little mounds with my nose, and they swayed from side to side. Some milky white

secretions slowly flowed from the vulva hidden by those two mounds. I released my mother's panties and used

my hands to pull down her waistband. My mother cooperated by bending her legs so I could pull one side down, and then she

twisted to make the panties completely off her body.

I excitedly brought my mouth to my mother's tender vulva, biting her two tempting mounds and gently

tearing . My mother said shyly in a soft voice, "No! That's... dirty..."

I looked up and said, "It's not dirty, it's what gave birth to me!" My mother blushed and stopped talking.

I bit my mother's labia even harder and pulled them outwards, watching my mother's labia suddenly...

It stretched out long, then squeezed into a flat ball – it was so satisfying.

Mom gently called out, "Mmm... be gentle... it hurts a little..." I ignored her and continued to

curl my tongue vertically, pushing it deep into Mom's vagina. "Mmm... ah..." Mom couldn't help but moan

, opening her thighs to allow me to penetrate even deeper.

My tongue was instantly covered with Mom's milky white secretions, slippery, sour, and salty

, flowing straight into my mouth as I curled my tongue. I didn't swallow it, but instead vigorously

stirred my tongue inside Mom's vagina to get more of her juices. Mom's juices flowed more and more,

making my nose and chin wet. I was intoxicated, sucking the juices from Mom's horny, wet vagina into my mouth.

My mother's body, which had been lying flat, began to writhe restlessly, moaning

incessantly Finally, she couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing my head, shoving it forcefully into her tender vulva. I

buried my face in her fleshy opening, the strong smell of urine almost making me vomit the saliva in my mouth.

I broke free from her grasp, climbed up, and straddled her, my mouth to hers,

spitting all the secretions from her vulva into her mouth. Because I took so much, some overflowed from her mouth, smearing her

cheeks with the milky white fluid from her vulva—it looked incredibly lewd!

Did my mother think the taste was strange? Coughing and spitting out, she asked, "This...cough, cough...what is this?"

I grinned mischievously and said, "It's your vaginal fluid, Mom! How is it? Tastes good, right?"

Since Mom had spat out most of her vaginal fluid, her beautiful little face was covered with white

foam . "Ugh...so disgusting..."

I caught the white foam Mom spat out with my tongue and said, "Oh! No! Don't waste it! What's

disgusting about it! Ancient books say that this is the most nutritious thing!"

Mom frowned slightly and said, "You're talking nonsense again, this is filthy!"

I quickly said, "It's true, see, I'm eating it just fine, Mom, come on, you try it, it tastes

good once you get used to it." As I spoke, I spat the vaginal fluid I collected from Mom's face into Mom's little mouth. Mom swallowed her vaginal fluid little by little

with some doubt "How is it? Slippery, delicious, right?"

Mom blushed and gently "Mmm" as an answer.

I gripped my large penis and said to my mother, "Mom, it's time to give it some nourishment!"

My mother blushed and didn't answer, but instead spread her legs wider. I first

rubbed my penis against my mother's toes, which were still covered in stockings and had my saliva on them. Then, I used my penis to slide it

up her stockings. Stimulated by the smooth texture of her white lace stockings, some clear

secretions , making her stockings wet all the way up.

I rushed to the entrance of my mother's beautiful vagina, but didn't rush in. I just

rubbed it back and forth against her labia, using the lustful fluid at the entrance of her vagina. My mother panted, clamping her legs together and desperately moving her body downwards, trying to swallow my

little brother into her fleshy hole. I deliberately did not do as she wished, and moved downwards as well, only letting my penis

hover at the entrance of her vagina.

We retreated a little at a time, and soon Mom's legs were dangling on the floor. I was backed up to

the very end of the bed, with nowhere to escape. I jumped off the bed, grabbed Mom's thighs, and hoisted them onto my shoulders,

positioning her in an inverted V-shape.

Mom's little feet swung back and forth on my shoulders, right in front of my mouth. I took the opportunity to kiss her, licking

and sucking between her sandals and her stockinged toes with my tongue. Mom's toes snapped open,

pushing the stockings open. I was worried the stockings would tear from her toes.

My tender vulva was still moving incessantly between Mom's labia, and her juices flowed profusely, running down her

buttocks and soaking a small patch of ground beneath my feet. Finally, Mom couldn't hold back any longer. She slightly opened her

starry eyes, her face flushed, and her snow-white buttocks thrust hard against my large penis!

I lewdly asked, "Mom, how is it? Do you want it?"

Mom gasped, "Give...give it to me...give it to me quickly..."

"I'll give it to you, but will you be my mistress from now on? Will you give me anything

?"

"Ah...um...yes...I promise...I promise you...I'll give it to you...you...whatever

...is...okay...give it to me quickly!"

Looking at my beautiful mother's wanton appearance, I couldn't hold back any longer. "Okay! I...I

'll give it to you right now!" As I spoke, I used all my strength to thrust into Mom's already disheveled and messy vulva

.

"Ah!!!!" Mom screamed, twisting her hips wildly as she swallowed my big cock.

Her white breasts swayed from side to side, and her half-undone pajamas were crushed into a ball

above her head.

I bit my mother's delicate little feet, nibbling at her smooth stockings. My tender vagina relentlessly and forcefully

pounded against hers, smooth and warm, its walls writhing and pressing against my

glans as if alive.

"Ah...ya...good...harder...keep going...faster...faster..." My mother moaned

loudly , tears of excitement slowly streaming down her face. My heart pounded with excitement, and I thrust into

my mother even harder.

Her moans had turned into blissful whimpers: "Ugh...mmm...ah...ah...woo woo...

good..." The contractions of her vagina intensified, the muscles on her thighs clenching tightly around my

testicles , making me feel incredibly good! And my mother's toes cooperated, teasing my tongue in my mouth,

releasing the scent and sweat of her feet all day onto my tongue! My mother's white lace stockings finally gave way to the torment; a hole appeared at

the very tip of her toes , causing her big toe to scrape directly against my tongue. The strap of her sandal had also come undone, hanging halfway over her smooth, beautiful foot, swaying with the movement of her toes in my mouth . "Ugh...ugh...I can't...Mommy can't take it anymore..." my mother cried out. I knew she was about to climax, so I increased the pace, each thrust deeper and more precise, penetrating right into her uterus. Just then, at this crucial moment, suddenly, the sound of a key turning in the lock filled the room. My mother and I were both startled, our bodies freezing simultaneously.

"Bang!" The door slammed shut. Then, my older sister's voice came from outside: "Mom, Mom, why are you

asleep so early? Where's your brother?"

Mom calmed her breathing and answered in as calm a voice as possible, "Oh, Mom

was , so I went to bed early. Your brother went to bed early too; he has school tomorrow."

As she spoke, Mom looked at me coquettishly. I smiled back, and my tender opening began its piston-like

motion .

"Mmm..." Mom groaned softly.

My sister hurriedly asked from outside, "What's wrong? Mom? Are you feeling unwell? I came in to see if you're

sick."

Mom, struggling to suppress the surging pleasure from her tender opening, answered, "No...nothing...

Mom will...rest...rest for one night...and...I'll be...okay." As she spoke, Mom tried to stop my

movements.

Seeing my mother's disheveled state only excited me more. While holding her hands down, I thrust even more violently into

her tender opening. Her juices were still flowing freely, and each thrust and withdrawal created

an airflow within her vagina, producing a soft, erotic "squeak, squeak" sound. Combined with the muffled

"thump, thump" of flesh against my large penis, the room was incredibly noisy.

My sister, outside, couldn't possibly have missed it. She asked, "Mom, what are you doing in there? The sounds

are strange."

My mother gasped, "I...I...Mom...Mom's fine...you...you don't need to worry about it..."

As she spoke, under my intense stimulation, she involuntarily placed her hand on her breast and began to caress it.

"Oh, Mom, call me if you need anything. I'm going back to my room now," my sister replied hesitantly

before returning to her own room.

Mom couldn't hold back any longer and began to moan, "Mmm... Ah... Oh..." Her lower body

gushed out waves of vaginal fluid. I bit Mom's toes and continued to thrust forcefully into her tender hole. Mom's vagina immediately

contracted sharply, "Ah... Mom... Mom is going to... going to orgasm... Mom... Mom is going to

lose it."

As she spoke, Mom forcefully lifted her buttocks and slammed them back against my tender hole. Her vagina spasmed tighter and tighter

, bringing a large gush of warm water to my glans. I couldn't hold back any longer, and a large stream of thick

semen shot into Mom's uterus like a cannonball.

A large amount of white fluid immediately gushed out from the junction of Mom's vagina and my big cock.

I gritted my teeth and poured all my energy into Mom's wet hole until I collapsed weakly onto Mom

's breasts. Mom also seemed to have gone limp, her legs spread wide and flat on my shoulders, and streams of milky white fluid from her tender hole

were still gushing down.

After a long, long time, Mom finally came to her senses from her climax. She nudged me, who was still slumped over, and said, "Alright

, go back to your room. Your sister will be back soon. Don't let her see."

I shook my head. "No. I'll sleep here tonight. I want more tonight."

Mom looked at me, both amused and exasperated. "Then you should go wash up. Look how dirty you are."

I looked at my big penis, which was covered in Mom's vaginal fluid and my semen,

glistening . I quickly said, "Then Mom, can you wash me?" Mom said, "There's no water here. Go to the bathroom to wash

."

I grinned mischievously and said, "I don't want to wash with water. I want... I want Mom to wash me clean with your mouth."

Mom's expression changed. "No." "How dirty!"

I quickly tried to reason with her: "It's not dirty, Mom. Didn't you just drink your own water? My semen is very nutritious too. It has a lot of protein."

Mom still shook her head in disagreement, so I put on a stern face. "Fine. I'll wait for Dad to come home and tell him you

seduced me twice."

Mom was taken aback, and could only say, "Okay... fine... you can't tell your dad."

I chuckled and said, "As long as Mom listens to me, I will never let Dad know." As I spoke,

I put my shrunken penis to Mom's lips. Mom looked at me helplessly, and with a hint of resentment and grievance

, gently took my penis into her mouth and began to carefully clean it with her soft tongue.

I watched with smug satisfaction as my mother, naked, served me with her soft little mouth. I reached down and scooped up some of

her labia, my hand instantly covered in our secretions. I casually smeared it on her mouth

, saying, "And this too, don't waste it, eat it all up."

Humiliated by my actions, tears welled in my eyes again, but fearing my threats, she could only helplessly

let me stuff the white fluid flowing from her vagina into her mouth. Finally, my penis was

completely cleaned by my mother, and all the secretions from her vagina were poured into her mouth. Only then did I release her, satisfied, and

lie down quietly beside her. My mother sobbed for a long time before taking off her stockings and sandals, changing into pajamas, and

sleeping beside me.

That night, I didn't sleep well at all. Before long, my penis became erect, and

without a word I grabbed my mother and ejaculated, then made her

clean my penis and her vagina with her little mouth. I waited a little longer until it got bigger, then I raped my mother again, making her lick all

the secretions .

Finally, I forbade her to sleep with clothes on; I lay naked, placing my large penis

between her thighs, ready to thrust in as soon as it recovered. That night, my mother and I made love at least ten times. By dawn

, her vagina was swollen and erect from my penetration, and she had experienced

countless .

"Ring ring ring..." A crisp alarm clock woke me; it was dawn.

I opened my groggy eyes, and the first thing I saw was my mother's beautiful face. Looking down

, I saw her exquisite, naked body. Her firm breasts stood erect in the morning breeze, her

flat, smooth abdomen rising and falling rhythmically with her breath, a thick tuft of black pubic hair swaying

restlessly below her abdomen, and her slightly swollen labia shamelessly protruding to the sides. My mother's

plump thighs were still covered in the secretions from our lovemaking last night, and her little feet were covered in

my teeth marks.

Looking at her snow-white face, her rosy lips were stained with traces of my dried semen, and even

her long hair was covered in clumps of dried semen. My mother, still unaware, remained fast asleep with her eyes closed.

My desire was aroused, and I couldn't help but want to lie on my mother's beautiful body again and enjoy it once more.

However, after last night's battle with my mother, my penis just wouldn't get hard. I

rubbed it with my hands, but it didn't react at all. I sighed in disappointment, looked at my mother,

and thought: should I just give up like this?

Looking at my mother's bright red lips, I suddenly had a bright idea. I immediately got up, straddled her, and aimed my penis at

my mother's face. My mother was completely unaware that I was aroused again and was still fast asleep. I

gently rubbed my penis against the outside of my mother's lips. My mother probably had a habit of swallowing my semen last night, and she actually

opened her mouth in her sleep and gently took the glans in. I was overjoyed and forced my limp penis into my mother's mouth,

stuffing the whole thing into her mouth in one go.

"Mmm..." Mom woke up with a start, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was my naked, tender

vulva I simply sat on her face and started rotating my big cock in her mouth. Mom

finally came to her senses and made "ooh" sounds. She tried to pull my buttocks back with her hands. Seeing that she wasn't

cooperating grabbed her long hair and forced her face against my vulva while saying fiercely,

"Quick, Mom. Quickly suck my big cock."

Mom reluctantly let go, closed her eyes, and began to suck my big cock. My big cock throbbed comfortably in

Mom's warm, wet mouth and slowly began to grow bigger. I was still not satisfied, so I started

to thrust my lower body hard into Mom's face while ordering her, "Quick! Lick it with your tongue."

Mom obediently wrapped her little tongue around my big cock and kept teasing the tip

of my penis with the tip of her tongue. My big cock grew bigger and bigger, and soon Mom's little mouth could no longer accommodate it. I pulled my large penis out of my mother's

mouth , still dripping with her saliva, which fell onto her cheeks.

I dragged my penis, my buttocks slowly retreating. My mother, her face tilted back, eyes tightly closed, let me do as I pleased.

I sat on my mother's breasts, deliberately squeezing them with my buttocks,

flattening her firm breasts under my rough handling. Her soft mounds of flesh cushioned my buttocks, making

me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

After enjoying this human bench for a while, I came up with a new idea. I slightly raised my buttocks, making my mother's

breasts stand upright again, then spread my buttocks wide, exposing my anus, and sat on my mother's nipple

. This way, my anus swallowed my mother's nipple. I tried to forcefully contract my anus, trying to

clamp my mother's nipple, but her nipple was too small, and I couldn't reach it no matter what I did.

I was furious. I reached behind my back and grabbed my mother's breast, squeezing it hard.

With a , her breast stretched into a long, thin strip, and the nipple easily pierced my

anus. I squeezed it shut, finally managing to trap her nipple inside my rectum.

My anus began to savor the tender taste of my mother's breast. The tiny

bumps created a unique stimulation as they rubbed against my anus. Looking at my mother's face, I

saw beads of sweat and clenched teeth from the pain of holding her breast so tightly. I slowly rotated my buttocks back and forth on my mother's

breast , letting her nipple rub against my anus. The feeling was wonderful

.

But while my buttocks were enjoying themselves, my penis was just sitting idle. That felt so unfair. I

grabbed my mother's long hair and pulled her face towards my penis, saying, "Come on, Mom, keep sucking."

My poor mother didn't even have the right to grit her teeth and endure the pain. Under my pull, she had no choice but to bring her mouth to my

penis and start licking it. And so, while I played with my mother's tender breasts with my anus, I let my

large penis be moistened by her saliva.

After playing like this for a while, my large penis, serviced by my mother's nimble tongue, had grown so large that it

felt painfully swollen. I quickly crawled down from under my mother's breasts and lay between her legs. My mother consciously

spread legs, and I chuckled, raised my large penis, and thrust it hard into my mother's lovely little hole.

I heard my mother cry out "Ah!" Her body jerked violently, and she desperately tried to dodge upwards

. I froze, stopping my movements. My mother's eyes were filled with tears from the pain. She sobbed, "

It hurts ... no... please don't. It hurts so much, Mommy."

I looked at my mother's little hole again, and saw that her labia were so swollen and red that they couldn't close. In addition, she hadn't had any vaginal fluid before

. With my forceful thrust, my mother's little hole was almost torn open. No wonder she cried out

. I thought about how I'd be using this often anyway, and damaging it wouldn't do me any good, so I didn't

force it in. But my penis was already so big, I needed to find a place to cool it down.

I climbed up from between my mother's thighs and said to her sullenly, "Okay, Mom. I don't have

to insert it, but you have to use your mouth to cool me down, and I have to ejaculate in your mouth. Otherwise, I'll keep inserting

it."

My mother quickly said, "No, no, don't insert it down there, I'll help you, I'll help you with my mouth." Saying that, my mother

obediently got up, knelt in front of me, and held my big penis in her hands, putting it into her small mouth. I pressed

my tender vulva against my mother's beautiful face and began to enjoy her oral sex.

My mother's small mouth made "tsk...tsk..." sounds, as if my big cock was a delicious

feast, and she was eating it with relish. She would occasionally use her entire tongue to wrap around my big cock and stroke

the foreskin, while her pair of delicate hands constantly played with my testicles. Her two rows of white teeth were also busy,

gently squeezing the arteries on my big cock.

I had already had a night of intense lovemaking, and I couldn't hold back any longer. Waves of tingling sensations washed over my big cock

. I let out a low cry, using my mother's small mouth as a fleshy hole, holding my mother's head with both hands, and

thrusting hard into her mouth. This really hurt my mother. Her mouth was too small and couldn't accommodate my

already . Every thrust of mine hit deep into her throat, and she choked, her face turning red.

Muffled coughs echoed in her throat, and her tongue was also bent crooked from my thrusts.

Finally, a torrent of heat erupted like rain, and my hot semen instantly

poured , filling her small mouth. I pinched her mouth shut, not giving her a chance to spit it out, while still

thrusting into her mouth, releasing all my energy.

My mother almost fainted. She struggled to swallow my semen, but I

had too much, and with her mouth pinched shut, some of it gushed out of her nose.

Like a three-year-old, two long white streams of semen dripped from her nose, making her look ridiculous. I finally

released her, collapsing weakly onto the bed. My mother was still coughing and swallowing my secretions.

"Are you satisfied now?" My mother finally swallowed all my semen and freed her mouth.

" You promise you won't tell your father about us, right?"

I lazily replied, "Mom, as long as you listen to me from now on, I absolutely won't tell Dad.

Besides , Dad can't satisfy you anyway. Look how happy you were last night."

My mother gritted her teeth. "Fine. As long as you don't tell your father, I'll do whatever you want."

I lewdly grinned. "Anything? Haha. Then you'll agree to be my slave?"

My mother's face turned pale. "What slave? I've given you my body, what more do you want?"

“Mom, think about it. Why did you have so many orgasms yesterday? Wasn’t it because we’re

having incestuous relations that you found it exciting? I don’t want anything, I just want Mom to try something more exciting

.”

Mom lowered her head, probably thinking about our sex life last night. I seized the opportunity and continued, “Mom,

there are so many happy things in life. How will you know if you don’t try anything? Life is about

living it to the fullest. If you can’t let go of this or that, how can you be happy? Take us, for example

. If you never have sex with me, how will you know there are such exciting things in the world?”

Mom finally raised her head and spat at me, “You’re so good at talking.”

I saw that Mom seemed to agree with me, and happily hugged her, “Alright, alright, Mom, you

should get up and make us breakfast.”

Mom pushed me, “You know how to eat, huh? Go get Mom some clothes. I can’t cook

naked .”

I smiled inwardly: Humph! Although I’m not making you cook naked, it’s not much different.

I went to my mother's wardrobe and helped her pick out a dress. Finally, I found one: a green

skirt with white floral print. My father bought it for her when he went on a business trip, but the size was too small, and my mother

never wore it. I excitedly handed the dress to my mother, "This one will do. You'll look beautiful in it, Mom."

My mother frowned, "This one's too small, you should change."

"No. I want Mom to wear this one. It looks the sexiest on you." My mother reluctantly took the dress,

"Then go get me some underwear."

"Huh? What underwear? Mom, you'll just wear it naked."

My mother was shocked, "What? You'll wear it without underwear? Won't everyone see me?"

I said calmly, "What's there to be afraid of? With such a great figure, it would be a shame not to let people see it."

My mother shook her head firmly, "No! I won't wear it. It's too embarrassing."

I also put on a stern face, "Mom, you just agreed to be my slave, how could

you forget so quickly? If you don't keep your word, don't blame me for not keeping mine either. When Dad comes back..."

My mother panicked, "Okay, okay. I'll wear it, I'll wear it, but... I'm really afraid of being seen."

"Alright. Then you can just add another pair of stockings, that should cover you up a bit."

Seeing that I had no further room to maneuver, Mom sighed and put on the skirt. Because the skirt was so small

, Mom's body was immediately exposed. Her two nipples stood high on her chest, their clear outlines prominently

displayed, and the dark red color of the nipples could be faintly seen. The hem of the skirt only covered half of Mom's

thighs , and if Mom squatted down even slightly, her entire snow-white buttocks would be exposed.

Mom found a pair of black stockings, put them on her small feet, and pulled them hard towards her thighs, trying to

cover up the exposed parts as much as possible. But she quickly found that it was futile, because no matter how she pulled, as long as she

moved slightly, her snow-white thigh flesh would sway in front of others, and it would be even more obvious under the black stockings

.

I grew impatient. "Alright, Mom. I'm starving. Go take a shower and make me

breakfast ."

Mom blushed and opened her bedroom door. Seeing that my older sister and younger sister's rooms were still quiet, she

quickly slipped into the bathroom. I got dressed and went back to my room, waiting for Mom to call me for breakfast.

Half an hour later, I finally heard Mom calling, "Get up, everyone! Time to eat and go to school!" After a while,

I heard my older sister and younger sister washing up outside, followed by their cheerful

chatter slowly moving towards the dining room. I pretended to have just gotten up, lazily went out to wash up, and went to the dining room.

I saw Mom already sitting at the table, hurriedly trying to eat her breakfast while keeping her head down. My older sister and younger sister,

on the other hand oblivious, chatting and laughing as they ate their breakfast.

I deliberately sat next to my mother, picked up my breakfast, and started eating. But one hand secretly slipped down and slowly

slid towards her thigh. Seeing this, my mother flinched, but I grabbed her

skirt . Afraid of disturbing my older and younger sisters, she stopped moving, letting me caress her thigh. Unexpectedly,

I became incredibly bold and lifted her skirt, inserting my fingers into her bare, tender vulva. My

mother gasped softly.

My older and younger sisters looked at her simultaneously. My older sister asked curiously, "What's wrong, Mom? Oh, you

said you were sick yesterday. Are you still feeling better? Let me touch you to see if you still have a fever."

My mother quickly said, "No, no. I'm fine. I just got bitten by a bug." She glared at me

fiercely .

I continued eating nonchalantly, but under the table, my hand boldly ventured deeper into my mother's labia,

gently stroking her. Mom gritted her teeth and pretended to eat, afraid her older sister

and younger sister would notice. Luckily, they had already finished eating, put down their bowls, and said, "Mom, we're done eating. Going to school now."

Provoked by me, Mom had no appetite to answer. She mumbled a "hmm" and continued pretending

to eat. Only when she heard her sisters close the door did she put down her bowl, grab my hand, and say, "You...how could you...be

so bold? What if your sisters saw us?"

I took out my hand and held my fingers in front of Mom. "Look, Mom, what's this sticky stuff on here?"

"Huh?"

Mom blushed instantly when she saw the clear liquid on my fingers. I continued, "Does it

feel exciting, Mom? Baby's having fun masturbating in front of her daughter, isn't it?" "You...you're going to die...

" Mom scolded, embarrassed.

I chuckled and said, "Mom, can you ask for a day off for me?" " You don't need to go to work, let's

just stay home and have some fun." Mom initially refused, but after my persistent pleading, she finally agreed

. Then Mom started calling her teachers at school to ask for leave.

As soon as Mom dialed the school number, I lifted her skirt, revealing her smooth, tender

vulva . Then I took off my clothes and gently rubbed my large penis against her labia.

The teacher's voice came through the phone, and Mom didn't have time to stop me. She continued making love to me while on the phone, trying to keep

her voice as she asked for leave. Under such stimulation, Mom's vulva was overflowing with fluid, and she quickly brought me

to another orgasm. By the time she called her workplace to ask for leave, I had already brought Mom to orgasm twice.

As soon as Mom hung up the phone, I eagerly hugged her, lifting her skirt to reveal her

smooth, tender vulva... My mother's vulva was completely exposed, and then I bent down and sucked on it. Her

labia were covered in her recent vaginal fluid, a pungent, sour taste that flowed down my tongue and into my

throat , almost making me cough.

But this taste only fueled my lust. I frantically grabbed my mother's soft, white buttocks, using my teeth

to bite her already spread labia, tearing and grinding them up and down, left and right. Perhaps because I was too

excited and used too much force, my mother suddenly screamed, "Ah!" Then her beautiful legs, clad in black stockings

, slammed shut, almost pulling me to the ground.

I quickly released my mouth, and saw that my bite had left

tiny . No wonder she screamed in pain. My mother glared at me angrily, tightly clamping her legs together, and said in a trembling voice, "How could you be so cruel? Even if I were your mother, you wouldn't use that kind of force

on an animal !"

"

I grinned and leaned closer, putting one arm around my mother's shoulder and gently rubbing her

vulva , saying, 'Mom, it's because you look so alluring that I

couldn't resist the stimulation and used too much force. Besides, Mom, no matter how you compare yourself, you can't compare yourself to an animal. Even if your

baby is useless, he wouldn't bite an animal's private parts, would he?'

When I touched her vulva, my mother instinctively flinched for a moment, then stopped struggling and let me

caress her. When she heard me say that I would bite an animal, she couldn't help but chuckle, then her face hardened and she said

, 'You're so young, how can you talk so vulgarly?'" "

As she spoke, my hand had already begun to wander upwards from my mother's tender vulva, tracing her lower abdomen from

inside her dress all the way up until I grasped her small, delicate breasts. This time, my mother made no attempt to

resist , letting me knead her beautiful breasts wantonly in my palms.

Listening to my mother's words, I gently pinched and twisted her nipples between my fingers, all the while

jokingly saying, 'I'm not just vulgar in my speech, am I not vulgar when I'm doing *that* with you, Mom? Besides,

I'm not small, you know best whether I'm small or not, right? Hehe, Mom, don't you like

my vulgarity? Last night you seemed to hold me very tightly.'

My mother's face flushed instantly, and she lightly spat at me, saying, 'You're so frivolous, I'm not

talking to you anymore!'" Then she turned her face away and stopped talking.

Seeing my mother's infinitely shy expression, I felt even happier. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I slipped my arm around her shoulder and slipped it

under the opening of her skirt, stroking her breasts from top to bottom, saying, "Okay, okay, I'm

being indecent, so let me be indecent one more time!" Under my caresses, her nipples trembled and

stood erect , her eyes closed slightly, and she began to breathe heavily.

Seeing that she was aroused again, I pulled my hand out from under her skirt, wrapped my arm around her

waist, and gently laid her down on the sofa. Then I flipped her skirt up from the bottom, all the way to

her armpits , completely exposing her snow-white, soft body.

Her thighs, accentuated by two black stockings, appeared even whiter. Only her face was covered by the flipped skirt, which only made her body

appear more sexy and alluring.

Overwhelmed with lust, I quickly... I ripped off all my clothes and pounced on my mother's

warm body. She let out a soft moan, her thighs slowly parting as if beckoning

my entry. I chuckled lewdly, thinking: "It won't be that easy. I'll tease you

until you can't take it anymore, until you're willingly and obediently my live-in lover."

As I thought this, I slowly rubbed my already erect penis against my mother's tender vulva,

my hands constantly and gently twisting her nipples, occasionally placing my penis against her

parted labia.

Each time I... My large penis lightly touched my mother's clitoris, and her thighs involuntarily

arched slightly upwards. Her everted labia trembled, and gradually, her juices could no longer be contained

. Tiny droplets of fluid gathered together, forming beads that gushed

down her tender, reddened vulva.

I thought to myself: Such a wonderful thing shouldn't be wasted. There happened to be a water glass on the coffee table next to the sofa.

While continuing to tease my mother, I picked up a glass, lifted her thighs, and placed them on my shoulders

. Her plump buttocks tilted slightly upwards, allowing me to lay the glass flat. Below her tender vulva

, this way, a large portion of the fluid flowing from Mom's vulva would flow down the rim of the cup and into it.

However, this meant that every time my large penis touched Mom's vulva, it would

rub against the cup, which was icy cold and hard, making my penis very uncomfortable. I didn't want to

waste Mom's delicious vaginal fluid, but I also didn't want to lessen the stimulation to Mom's body. What should I do?

I frowned, and finally came up with a solution. Instead of using my penis to directly

touch the cup, I used my scrotum to tease Mom's labia. The icy cup touching my scrotum didn't...

The pain only added to the stimulation.

Although my mother's face was covered by her skirt, she wasn't oblivious to my actions, but she was too

excited to care what I was doing. Unexpectedly, however, using my scrotum to violate her

only excited her more. Her two tender labia gripped my scrotum, twisting incessantly.

Her fluids flowed into the cup more rapidly.

My mother's breathing grew heavier, her skirt billowing with her breath, and her

long legs writhed restlessly on my shoulders. I turned my head, using my chin and shoulder

to trap one of her feet, rubbing my face against her beautiful black stockings. Even

through the stockings, I could feel the smooth, delicate texture of her feet, and the lingering fragrance of freshly

washed . I couldn't resist licking the soles of her feet with my tongue.

"Mmm, mmm." The moment I started licking, Mom couldn't help but moan softly. Her little feet tensed

instantly . I continued to savor her feet, licking from the soles to the heels.

A wet patch immediately appeared on her black stockings. Then I took her toes into my mouth, gently nibbling at them with my teeth. Her toes

stiffened, hooking against my tongue in my mouth.

Her lower body reacted similarly; she kept trying to close her legs and squeeze my scrotum. Heh

, unexpectedly, the water glass proved its worth once again, perfectly separating her thighs

. Mom could only helplessly try to close her legs. Her slender waist arched upwards, her snow-white

buttocks completely lifted off the sofa, half-suspended in the air. Her toes in my mouth tensed,

almost piercing deep into my throat, making it nearly impossible for me to breathe.

I angrily spat out my mother's foot, thinking, "Fine. You only think about your own pleasure, not whether I'm comfortable or not

. Hmph, then I'll torture you a little more."

As I thought this, I used my penis to touch my mother's labia more gently, occasionally tapping it against her

pubic bone above her vulva. I noticed that her labia had turned bright red from the blood engorgement,

and the two small blood holes I had bitten had disappeared as her labia swelled.

My mother's body, half-suspended in the air, twisted back and forth, and the water in the glass increased. Strangely,

today her vaginal fluid was no longer the translucent color, but milky white, and the fluid in the glass had

accumulated to almost half full.

Finally, Mom couldn't hold back any longer. She let out a muffled sound from under her skirt, "Hurry up and put it in!

Hurry! Mom can't take it anymore! Hurry! Baby!"

I was secretly pleased, but still maintained my nonchalant tone, "Don't rush, Mom. Just

enjoy it slowly. We still have a day."

Under her skirt, Mom's head began to sway from side to side, "I can't take it anymore! Mom can't take it anymore! Hurry! Please, please

put it in quickly. Mom wants it! Hurry! Mmm! Please!"

I grinned lewdly, "Mom, you're the one begging me. I'm not forcing you." "

Mom said breathlessly, "Say what you want, hurry up! Good baby! Give it to me!"

I reached under Mom's alluring bottom and took the water glass, continuing to tease her as I said, "It

's easy to get me in. Mom, drink this first." As I spoke, I shook the water glass in my hand.

I don't know if it was because of Mom's body heat or because the water was naturally

warm , but it was warm to the touch. With my shaking, the water foamed up,

looking just like a freshly opened bottle of soda.

Mom struggled to peek out from under her skirt, looking at the water glass in my hand and asking, "What's that...?

Hmm, what do you want Mom to drink?"

I smiled coldly, "What else could it be? This is what Mom just excreted. Mom

, this is the best aphrodisiac, you can't waste it."

Mom seemed startled (even if she was stupid,

she couldn't possibly not know when I put the water glass under her bottom earlier). "No, no, it's dirty."

I said with a grin, "Dirty? Mom, don't forget, you already drank it last night. If you

don't drink it now, I won't go in."

Mom fell silent, but her body trembled even more violently; I knew she was on

the verge of a complete breakdown.

So I continued, "Mom, come on, drink it, I guarantee you'll feel even better."

Mom closed her eyes, but raised her hand, as if to take the water glass. I thought to myself:

This time I must make Mom completely abandon her dignity, then it will be easier for me to discipline her later. Thinking this, I

withdrew the water glass from my hand and looked at Mom with a smile.

My mother's hand hovered in the air for a long time, and when I still didn't place the water glass in her hand, she opened

her eyes in surprise. Meeting my gaze, she immediately closed her beautiful eyes tightly,

saying softly, "What's wrong?" Her hand remained frozen in mid-air.

I said slowly, "Mom, this is something someone worked so hard to save up. You're just going to take

it ?"

My mother paused, still with her eyes closed, and said, "You...you...what do you want?"

I chuckled and said, "Nothing, Mom. I worked so hard to get you such good tonics,

you should at least ask me for something, thank me." As I spoke, I vigorously rubbed my scrotum up and down against my mother's

labia , making my scrotum covered in her vaginal fluid, some of which dripped onto the sofa

.

Mom let out another groan, a sound that was hard to tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Then, as if she had made a great decision,

she squeezed out each word through gritted teeth: "Please, Mom, give Mom the water I'm drooling over.

Thank you, my good baby."

I chuckled and placed the glass in Mom's hand. With one hand holding the glass, Mom quickly pulled up her skirt with the other , and before I could even see clearly, she had already gulped down the half-glass of drool

hidden under her skirt . This time, it was my turn to be stunned. I had missed such a beautiful scene; I was so unwilling to give up. But I immediately had another idea. I took Mom's little feet, covered in my drool, off my shoulder, and let her lie flat on the sofa. Then I stood up...

Come, walk over Mom's head, then squat down and pull down her skirt to

reveal .

Mom's face was covered in sweat from the torment of desire; even her long, black hair was

wet

semen she had just drunk remained on her rosy lips, and there was even a small white bubble at the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly deprived of my stimulation, Mom opened her eyes in surprise, just in time to see me facing her

dangling scrotum. She froze, pausing for a few seconds before asking in astonishment, "What's wrong? Why haven't you given it to me yet? Mom already drank it."

I grinned maliciously and said, "Mom, you seem to have forgotten. I wanted you to drink it

all there any left?"

Just then, another drop of cloudy white liquid dripped from my scrotum, landing squarely

between Mom's eyebrows. This time, Mom was much more compliant; she immediately understood and said nothing more. She tilted her head back and

began licking my scrotum with the tip of her tongue. This time, it was me who couldn't take it anymore. Once a woman lets go of

her inhibitions, she's capable of anything.

Not only did Mom lick my scrotum, but she also occasionally slurped up the droplets of fluid from it

, swallowing them. Even more outrageous, she used her tongue to rub my scrotum back and forth,

teasing it with her skillful tongue. My penis quickly swelled to its maximum size.

I couldn't hold on any longer. I let out a low growl, quickly bent down, forcefully spread Mom

's legs, and without even looking, thrust my penis into her tender vagina. Mom's long-awaited, beautiful hole

immediately enveloped my penis.

My mother's body jerked up, her head tilted back, her lower abdomen pressing desperately against my stomach

so that my large penis could penetrate deeper into her core. At the same time, a strange

sound came from her nose, like a cry or a moan. Her thighs instinctively hooked around my back, her

small feet constantly stomping on my spine, her entire buttocks twisting like a rocking machine. Even more

intoxicating, my mother's tender vagina seemed alive, contracting and relaxing, inhaling and

exhaling , arousing my emotions to the highest point.

I leaned down and used my mouth to suck the remaining vaginal fluid from my mother's mouth. Unexpectedly, my mother became

even more proactive than me. Before I even touched her lips, she eagerly opened her small mouth and stuck out her tongue

to lick my mouth. I immediately responded passionately, wrapping my tongue around my mother's tongue. My mother

's tongue still carried the strong taste of vaginal fluid, sour and fishy, but it suited my taste perfectly.

My lower body pounded violently against my mother's flower, bringing tears to her eyes

. "Mmm...mmm..." The sounds of her crying grew louder and louder, her mouth opening wider and wider,

almost sucking my tongue down her throat.

Finally, her tender vagina spasmed, her thighs clamping tightly together on my back.

She winced as if about to die, her tongue ceasing its movement. Then, my penis felt

like it was being washed by a torrent, tingling and itchy. I couldn't help but ejaculate,

a thick stream of semen shooting into her body. Afterwards, both of us

collapsed onto the sofa like deflated balloons.

It took a long, long time for me to slowly get up. Looking at the sofa again, oh my god! Besides

the white there was a large yellow stain. I bent down and smelled it; a foul odor filled the air

. My mother had actually urinated from my penetration. I chuckled and smeared some urine on my hand, holding it to my mother's

nose and asking, "Mom, what's this?"

My mother turned her face away shyly. I smiled and put the urine on my hand into my mouth, smacking

my lips saying, "Mmm! It comes from Mom's body, everything tastes good."

My mother quickly grabbed my hand, saying, "Quick, take it out. It's so dirty."

I looked at my mother seriously and said, "Mom, I really love you. So no matter how dirty Mom's urine is,

I'm willing to eat it." As I spoke, I put some more of my mother's urine into my mouth.

My mother seemed to be stunned by my words, and she didn't stop me anymore. She just stared at me blankly,

with tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. After a while, she hugged me and said, "Mom loves you too. From now on, no matter what you want

Mom to do, Mom will do it! I really will!"

Family Hypnotic Erotic Diary

[Family Hypnotic Erotic Diary]

(I)

I am just an ordinary college boy, of average height and appearance, and my family is just okay. My father

is often away doing business, and my mother is a typical stay-at-home mom, virtuous and kind.

The only thing I can boast about is that my mother is absolutely

outstanding . It's not that she looks as youthful and beautiful as a twenty-year-old, but rather that she possesses

all the charm of a mature woman.

Leaving aside her full, voluptuous figure (especially her curves), delicate, fair skin,

beautiful and well-defined features, and long, glossy black hair that reaches past her shoulders, just seeing her gentle, delicate voice,

kind smile, and elegant demeanor is enough to make one marvel at the charm of a mature woman that a twenty-year-old girl cannot match

.

As for myself, I'm not terrible either. My grades fluctuate, I can play basketball, and I'm somewhat

outgoing, so I've dated a few girls, even reaching the point of physical intimacy. But all relationships

are fleeting. Seeing the girls I dated inevitably led me to compare them to my mother,

finding fault with them in various ways, and gradually the relationships cooled and fizzled out.

Then one day, life began to change.

It was a typical customer psychology class, something marketing students

are required to take. Normally, these kinds of classes are spent in a drowsy state, but that

day, the teacher inexplicably started talking about other aspects of psychology, and somehow it drifted to hypnosis.

One student, skeptical, bet the teacher he couldn't be hypnotized and even volunteered to demonstrate.

The teacher not only successfully put him to sleep but even got him to sing a song.

Seeing that, my little brother actually reacted—not to that ugly frog boy, of course.

But at that moment, I thought of my dear mother. A surge

of thoughts I'd never had before welled up within me during that class, overwhelming me. I hurriedly left before the class ended and

relieved myself several times in the restroom.

That night, in my dreams, I saw my mother again and again. Her usually large, bright eyes had lost their sparkle, and she

sat slumped in her chair like a puppet, and I was the one manipulating the strings. Before I could even

command her to do anything indecent in my dream, I couldn't help but ejaculate again.

From then on, I changed my lazy study habits, becoming a regular at the library, voraciously

reading about hypnosis and psychology; I bought a large number of videotapes; I even pretended to have psychological problems and

went to a psychologist's clinic to be hypnotized to learn techniques, only to find that the tuition was exorbitant. Finally, one

day, I realized that what I lacked was practice. At that time, summer vacation had just arrived.

Stepping out of the airport terminal, I looked around and immediately spotted my mother in the crowd. She

was as beautiful as ever, her charming and delicate face and mature, alluring figure

making her the center of attention wherever she went.

A quick glance revealed at least five or six men secretly observing her,

including two foreigners. My mother saw me then, a bright smile spreading across her face as she

waved. I rushed over and gave her a hug.

At first, she stiffened slightly; although we were close, we hadn't been

this . But in an instant, she relaxed, her soft, boneless hands encircling my

back, gently pulling me closer.

"You naughty boy, how can you do this to your mother in public?" I could hear

a hint , but it also held a deep joy; after all, I was her favorite son.

I tilted my head back slightly, gazing at her beautiful face. Perhaps because she was going to pick me up, Mom had dressed up

specially . She had her hair permed into small waves, which were coiled on either side of her oval face. She also

wore a touch of pink lipstick, and a white pearl necklace was wrapped around her neck. Paired with her black long

dress , it made Mom look even more dignified and beautiful.

"Aren't you going to let go? How long are you going to hug Mom?" A

blush . Apparently, quite a few people around were watching us being so affectionate.

"Let them look, what's wrong with that? Who told me to have such a beautiful mother?" I retorted, tightening my

grip on Mom. This hug pressed Mom's full, high breasts tightly against my chest.

Through the thin fabric, I could feel the amazing elasticity and warmth of Mom's breasts, and my lower body instantly became incredibly

hard .

Mom, however, didn't seem to realize this. She didn't suspect her son was taking advantage of her at all, but she just pushed me away

shyly . "How come you've become so glib since you went to school?" she said, giving

me a disapproving glare.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight. This white dress didn't evoke much of a motherly feeling; rather, it

felt like flirting. But I knew this was just my fantasy; what I wanted, I had to fight for.

On the way, I learned that my father had gone abroad for a conference and wouldn't be back for over a week.

Back home, my mother started preparing dinner and changed into casual clothes. Because of the

hot weather in our city, her clothes, though not cheap, were very thin. She had been busy all day and was

slightly sweaty; the clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining her incredibly alluring figure.

I pretended to sit in the living room watching TV, but my eyes kept drifting to my mother, stealing glances at her ample breasts and

buttocks , especially the swaying motion she made as she walked, constantly radiating a fatal temptation. Although

I knew my mother was beautiful before, I never imagined she possessed such great allure. My lower body burned with desire, and I wanted to pounce on her

immediately .

I kept reminding myself to stay calm—to stay calm for the sake of my impure plan, for the sake of

possessing .

Finally, it was dinnertime. Mom's cooking was as delicious as ever, a sumptuous and well-balanced meal that gave me

a taste of something I couldn't enjoy outside. But because I was preoccupied, I couldn't focus on

enjoying the food. I just answered Mom's questions half-heartedly, constantly thinking about how to

carry out my long-planned scheme.

After a satisfying meal, I said to Mom mysteriously, "Mom, I brought you a gift this time

. Wait for me to show it to you." I then found a cardboard box in the package.

"Thank you, son, for remembering your mom so well. What is it?"

I took out an elegant bottle—a small bottle of the new Chanel perfume.

I opened the cap and handed it to Mom. "Smell it, do you like the scent?"

Mom leaned in, her beautiful nostrils twitching slightly. "It smells wonderful, but

it's a little different from my usual perfumes."

I chuckled inwardly. This was a special perfume I made for Mom, with added hallucinogenic drugs—of course it was different

! My face remained impassive. "This is the latest style I brought for Mom. Look closely, the bottle has

the most fashionable design."

I slowly turned the bottle, the crystal-clear, multifaceted perfume bottle shimmering with different colors under the light, like

a dazzling starry sky.

"Mom, look closely, each side of the perfume bottle is said to look different in color and

luster . The perfume is called Laziquatig, which is

the name of a sacred tree in Greek mythology. It is said that each type of fruit from this tree has a different flavor and a different color. This

perfume is said to have a different scent every time you smell it."

As I spoke, I let Mom smell it again, and her eyes began to glaze over and lose focus. But she still

responded to what I was saying, continuing to listen attentively.

I continued, reciting the lines I'd practiced hundreds of times: "Mom, keep looking at

this bottle. See, don't these different surfaces represent different colors, different moods

? If you stare at each surface, won't you have different feelings?"

Mom seemed to be gradually losing her judgment; the effects of the hallucinogenic drug combined with the changing light made her...

She unconsciously obeyed my words, her gaze following the slowly spinning perfume bottle.

"Mom, look at this side. Isn't the light red? Red represents anger. You must

have many angry things in your life, and you must really want to resolve them. And this side is blue. Blue

represents monotony. You must have many boring and empty moments at home, and you must sometimes want to change this boring

life. This side is yellow. Yellow looks dirty. As a housewife, you must hate dirty

things the most..." I cleverly replaced each color with something unpleasant.

A look of discomfort slowly appeared on Mom's face. She seemed to want to turn her head away, but she couldn't move and could only

continue listening to me.

"Mom, do you want to get rid of these awful colors? You must really want to close your eyes and forget about these things

. But you can't forget them now. Even if you close your eyes, these colors and these annoying things will still

appear before your eyes."

"Now, your son will teach you a way. Close your eyes and count from ten to one. Each time you count, exhale, and a color

will disappear from your eyes, representing the same annoying thing. You will

feel incredibly relaxed and comfortable. After you finish counting, there will be no color in your mind, only the

warmest black. You will enter the deepest, most profound sleep. You won't feel any movement, only hear

the voice of your beloved son. Now start counting."

Mom obediently closed her eyes, but her eyelids were still trembling violently. However, with each exhale

, her eyelids moved more and more slowly, finally coming to rest. Mom's whole body seemed

to have lost all its strength, collapsing onto the dining chair like the most beautiful porcelain doll in the house , only with a touch more life. My lower body was already swollen and painful. I felt as if I were under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs, vaguely facing this most beautiful dream, gazing at the woman I loved most, quietly, motionless, letting me do as I pleased, letting me cherish her , letting me ravage her. Although I was trembling with excitement, the last shred of my sanity told me that I had to protect this hard-won achievement and couldn't immediately lay a hand on my mother. "Mom, can you hear me?" I whispered in my mother's ear. "Mmm..." my mother answered weakly. " Who am I ?" "You are my son." "That's right, I am your son. Are n't you the one who loves me the most?" "Yes , I am the one who loves you the most. " "Is my happiness your happiness? " "Yes." "Is my pain your pain? " " Yes ." " Is there anything I want that you would do for me?" "Yes." "That means you can do anything for me?" "Yes." "I can make you do anything?" "Yes." My mother didn't notice the logical difference and just answered obediently. "A master can command a slave to do anything, so I am the master and you are the slave?" "Yes..." Mom hesitated for a moment before replying. "Repeat it, I am the master, you are the slave." "You are the master, I am the slave." I made Mom repeat it several times, both to deepen her obedience and for my own pleasure . The words of obedience flowed from Mom's red lips and white teeth, making me even more excited, as if I was about to explode . I had never felt this way when I had sex with those schoolgirls before. "Then, I am both your son and your master." "You are both my son and my master." Mom could only think in a straight line under hypnosis. "The master's pleasure is your greatest pleasure. Obeying all of the master's commands will make you feel incredibly relaxed . If you have any thoughts of resisting the master, you will feel cold and uncomfortable all over." I continued to brainwash Mom, instilling in her the slave worldview I had already drafted. After about an hour of repeated confirmation, Mom finally subconsciously confirmed the fact that I was the master. Watching my mother slowly transform into my flesh, I could no longer suppress my hunger. I reached out to enjoy the real feast, my claws reaching for the plump breasts I had long coveted. But no sooner had I touched her breasts than she began to tremble slightly in resistance, beads of sweat forming on her face. I hadn't expected her to resist so much. Even under hypnosis, incest was forbidden territory for her; certain parts of her body were off-limits to her son. Knowing that hypnosis couldn't force people to do things they disliked, I had a plan. (04-14 Family Hypnotic Incestuous Record (Part Two)) My mother's resistance was expected; after all, I was her son. Even in her dreams, she wouldn't have physical relations with me because she had no such thoughts or desires. If it were just about having sex with her, that would be easier. I only needed to suggest to her that I wasn't her son, but her husband, and she would readily agree. But this wasn't the outcome I wanted. I wanted to be with her as her son, to make my mother willingly my sex slave, my possession. For the past few months, I'd craved this constantly. For this outcome, I was even willing to give up the pleasure that was about to be mine. I stopped violating my mother, trying to soothe her with the gentlest voice: "Relax, it was just a breeze. Relax, you can't feel anything." "Your body belongs to you and your husband, and these two people can touch any part of your body, right ?" I continued to guide my mother. "Yes." Hearing my mother's answer, I couldn't help but feel resentment towards my father. "Sex is very comfortable and wonderful, isn't it?" "Yes." "You often want to enjoy sex, don't you?" "Yes." "You can't enjoy sex when your husband isn't around, right?" "Yes." "Then you crave sex more than before, don't you?" "Yes." My mother seemed to think for a moment. "Have you tried masturbating yourself?"

"Yes." I never expected my mother to have this side to

her .

"Do you masturbate often?"

"Rarely."

"Your husband has been away from you for several days, and you're especially thirsty today, desperately craving his comfort. Your

body is gradually getting hot and itchy, hoping someone will touch you." I described every imaginable

scene to my mother. I saw her face gradually turn red, and her body seemed to react,

shifting slightly restlessly. I wondered what kind of fantasy she was lost in.

I moved my mother's right hand to her vulva and gently pressed it down through her clothes. My mother

let out a soft moan and frowned.

"You're alone in your room now, touching your vulva, aren't you? You especially need your own

comfort right now."

My mother's hand began to rub her vulva without regard for others. Even through her clothes, she skillfully

found her sensitive spot and quickly got into the mood. The blush on her face spread to her neck, and

the moans grew louder.

I never imagined I'd see my mother masturbating in front of me, let alone that her aroused

expression would be so captivating. Her delicate brows furrowed and relaxed slightly, as if expressing her inner turmoil and joy; beads of sweat glistened on her

fine nose, whether from the heat or passion, I couldn't tell; her slightly parted lips emitted a soft, moist sigh

, utterly alluring. Her thin white t-shirt was soaked with sweat, revealing glimpses of her ivory-like

skin, especially the large patch of snow-white skin on her chest, hinting at the allure of her breasts; her rounded yet

shapely abdomen was the result of her long-term maintenance and exercise. Unfortunately, she was wearing

only shorts instead of the long dress she'd worn that morning, so she wasn't wearing stockings. While her bare legs were certainly

plump and attractive, they didn't possess the same maturity and mystery as when she wore stockings.

Gradually, faint wetness appeared on the front of her pajamas near her vulva. My mother's body writhed more

violently , and the frequency of her finger movements increased. I saw her toes begin to straighten, as if she were about to climax

. I quickly grabbed her rapidly waving right hand, stopping her movements.

Then, in as authoritative a voice as possible, I commanded, "Stop! Your fingers can't move."

Although my mother frowned, showing extreme reluctance,

she obediently stopped because of my previous strong suggestion. However, the soft moans from her lips and the lingering flush clearly

told me of her unsatisfied desire.

"Remember this feeling. From now on, you won't be able to climax through masturbation, at most you'll get this

feeling. You'll always crave masturbation, but you'll pause before each climax; then the next time you masturbate,

you'll get closer, but without my command, you can't climax." I issued this cruel

command to my mother; I wanted to conquer her with her own desires.

"When I say 'Open Sesame' to you in a moment, you'll wake up and forget

everything . You'll only remember that we were chatting and you liked my gift. You

won't suspect anything about the strange things in your body; it's all just because it's too hot. But every time you hear me say 'Slave Mom

,' you'll return to your current state. I'm both your son and your master, and you must obey my

commands."

"Yes, ma'am," Mom replied obediently.

"Now, Open Sesame."

Mom's tightly closed eyes opened instantly, regaining their usual radiance. Although the effects of the hallucinogenic drug

hadn't completely worn off, Mom's consciousness returned to normal.

"Thank you, son. Mom really likes this perfume." Mom automatically returned to the topic from before the hypnosis.

"You're welcome. I knew Mom would like it." I tried my best to give Mom the purest smile, but I

was already looking forward to the good show that night.

After another half-night of chatting, it was time to say goodnight.

"Goodnight," Mom escorted me to my bedroom door like she was seeing a child off, ordering me to go to sleep.

"Goodnight, slave mommy." Despite being mentally prepared, I almost made my mother, who had suddenly gone limp,

fall to the ground.

I first held her comfortably in my arms, then softly issued a series of commands: I am invisible;

mommy cannot see me in the room, nor will she be curious about anything special.

Then, after making mommy forget everything except the commands, I regained my senses.

Mommy had already said goodnight and turned to go back to her room. To test the effectiveness of the commands, I deliberately hurried after

mommy, trying to block her way, but mommy completely ignored me and actually walked around me.

It seems the command's effect wasn't to make mommy unable to see me, but rather to subconsciously exclude all images of me.

Hypnosis is truly amazing.

I followed mommy into her bedroom. As soon as mommy closed the door, she eagerly began

to remove her t-shirt and pajamas. Although mommy had forgotten the fact of masturbation in her mind, her body couldn't

forget the pursuit of pleasure. What a lewd mommy, I couldn't help but think.

Soon, my thoughts were drawn to my mother's half-naked appearance. She was wearing black lace lingerie;

the bra and panties were a matching set. The demi-cup bra accentuated her breasts, making them appear almost spill out—fair, plump, and beautiful;

based on my experience, they should be a D-cup. Her thin panties were even more alluring, barely concealing her

large, smooth buttocks. A few stray hairs peeked out from her vulva, likely

from masturbation after dinner. The panties seemed slightly damp, clinging tightly to her private parts,

clearly showing the shape of her labia.

As I admired the sight and indulged in fantasies about my mother's body, she answered my

questions . She unhooked her bra, and her full breasts sprang forth, like two giant white doves

fluttering and swaying in the air. They were indeed a D-cup, slightly sagging but noticeably elastic; her areolas

were deep red, like two tempting ripe grapes, ready to be picked and tasted. Then, as her panties were pulled down,

I became even more excited. My mother's pubic hair wasn't very thick, so I could see the shape of her entire vulva.

Her vulva was pink, clearly indicating she didn't have much sex. It was still glistening with moisture, and up close, it was

even slightly undulating—incredibly tempting. This sight put my penis on the verge of exploding,

almost making me ejaculate onto my pants.

What happened next made me even more furious. My mother, having just undressed, lay down on the bed and, like

a long-awaited woman, inserted her fingers into her vagina, gently kneading it. Soon, her clitoris peeked out, and my mother,

as if finding a treasure, swirled her fingers around it. Meanwhile, her other hand was also busy playing with

her breasts, rubbing and twisting them until the nipples were as thick as her little finger.

I never expected my mother to be so methodical in everything she did, even her masturbation was so skillful. Watching her, my

blood boiled , and I couldn't resist pulling out my penis. Less than a meter away from my mother, watching her

lewd display, I began to masturbate.

I watched as my mother gradually got into the mood, using her fingers as a penis, thrusting them in and out of her vagina, starting with

one finger and then increasing the number, the speed of the thrusts increasing, each time accompanied by a loud smacking sound as she released

white, foamy vaginal fluid. Her hands, kneading her breasts, also increased the pressure, shaping them into various lewd forms. My mother

made moaning sounds, tinged with a hint of crying, perhaps trying to hide her pleasure from me. She kept her voice

low , suppressing the waves of pleasure.

But after almost an hour, despite her increasing fluids, she still hadn't reached orgasm.

Although she didn't understand why, she was tormented, her face a mixture of pain and pleasure.

In pursuit of greater pleasure, she tried arching her back and inserting her fingers into herself from behind.

This was a boon for me; her plump buttocks swayed in front of me, her engorged vagina glistening with blood

, even her most private anus was exposed, opening and closing with each thrust.

Seeing this lewd scene, I couldn't resist any longer. I grabbed the water glass from her bedside

and ejaculated inside. Luckily, she was already lost in her own desire and didn't notice anything amiss.

After a short rest, I saw that she was exhausted but still unable to reach her climax. I felt the initial

stimulation was enough, so I called out the command "Slave Mom" to my mother. She immediately fell into a hypnotic state,

but her fingers remained on her vulva and breasts.

I ordered her to fall into a deep sleep and not wake up until the next morning, giving her a few more amusing

instructions.

The next morning, I stood outside my mother's room and heard low but intense breathing coming from inside. I knew

she was continuing last night's game, futilely trying to reach orgasm. However, orgasm is greatly influenced by psychology;

if there are psychological barriers, even the strongest physical stimulation cannot build up sufficient climax. The energy was enough to break through it.

The dam I had built in my mother's heart firmly blocked her pleasure, leaving her needs

unmet , gradually immersing her in a sea of desire, until I guided this surging sea of desire to break through

the barriers between us.

Of course, during this time, I wouldn't give up the opportunity to be close to my mother; after all the time I had to endure, I had to give her something in

return.

I knocked on my mother's door, pretending not to hear the moans inside, "Mom, are you up?"

I only heard hurried and flustered voices from inside; clearly, my mother hadn't expected me to get up so early, much

less I would wake her, and she was busy getting ready.

When the door opened, my mother appeared before me, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. My mother had already changed into

a white silk nightgown, her snow-white, smooth arms and most of her beautiful legs exposed. The

blush hadn't faded, and her usually bright and intelligent eyes were filled with a hazy mist, as if telling me about her

unsatisfied desires, radiating the endless heat of a mature woman. Even more alluring was that Mom wasn't wearing a bra; her

still- erect nipples were clearly visible, like two beautiful roses in bloom.

A large puddle of moisture clung to her pubic area, and her dark, curly hair peeked through her clothes. I held my breath for a moment.

Although I had seen Mom naked the night before, I wasn't used to gazing upon such a sight, and my penis immediately sprang to

attention .

Mom had never appeared before me dressed like this before, even in the most hurried moments; she never forgot

her manners.

But yesterday, I had hinted to her that she could dress lightly in front of me because I

was her dearest son, and she wouldn't suspect or be offended by my impolite and blatant gaze.

A son always adores his mother; she would be happy and proud, and would be irresistibly drawn to my

attention .

Therefore, when my burning gaze swept over her body, Mom didn't show much displeasure.

My mother's earlier infidelity made her feel guilty, and she couldn't look me in the eye, her face flushed even more. "Why

are you up so early, son?"

"Everyone gets up this early at university, we have to study early. Mom, I made you breakfast, come

and eat ."

"My son is so good, he's a grown-up now." My mother was quite moved and couldn't help but reach out and touch my face. The

feeling of her warm, delicate hand on my face was so

nice .

For my grand plan, emotional investment was necessary. Besides my mother's own desire, her love for me was also

one of my weapons. However, under my guidance, my mother would unconsciously transform her affection for me into

love , into lust.

When my mother finished washing up and sat down at the table, she was still wearing that revealing nightgown. So that I

could feast my eyes while enjoying breakfast. However, breakfast was just simple eggs, toast, and milk.

However , I specially prepared milk for my mother with my semen floating in it, and with my hints, my mother

wouldn't notice the strange taste of the milk.

When I saw my mother sip the milk I had lovingly given her, and then

lick her lips with a final, lingering satisfaction, my penis was already rock hard, about to explode. I really wanted to shove it

into her lips and soothe myself.

I suppressed the surging urge within me. To make my mother willingly offer herself to me, I decided

to use hypnosis to train her in the week before my father returned, to make her my woman, my slave,

even… my most lowly bitch.

My mother continued eating, elegant and charming, occasionally flashing me a toothy smile, thanking me for the

unexpected breakfast, completely unaware of her son's lewd plans and the wonderful life that was about to unfold.

(Beautiful virgin daughter-in-law (perfect version)

possesses a kind lover )

I grew up in the countryside. My dad was a workshop foreman at a profitable chemical plant in town, while

my mom raised chickens at home. I also had an older sister, four years older than me.

When I was in the second year of junior high school, my mom was 37. She was a bit plump, but looked quite mature and

full-figured . Ever since I started to develop an interest in women, I've paid close attention to my mom's every move, always finding her

very attractive.

In August, during summer vacation, my sister, who was in vocational school, came home. She shared a room with me.

Our house had storage on the first floor, living quarters on the second, and chickens on the third. My parents slept in the larger room, and my sister and I slept

in the smaller room. At that time, only my room had a ceiling fan. It was hot, so at night, my sister and I slept on mats,

two mats pushed together.

Around 9:30 p.m., we were all asleep. While I was half asleep,

I vaguely saw my mother come into our room wearing a vest and cotton underwear. She turned the ceiling fan on full blast, sat to my right for a long time,

and then got up to turn it off before lying down next to me.

She must have been tired from working; less than 15 minutes after lying down, she started snoring softly.

The moonlight outside was bright, and the room was bathed in a soft glow, so I could see quite clearly. I noticed her two

plump white thighs were exposed right in front of me.

This sight excited me greatly, and I couldn't resist reaching out to touch her vulva through her underwear. I

gently placed my index and middle fingers on it, but before I could even get a firm touch, my mother slapped my hand away. I quickly pulled my hand back, terrified.

I saw her scratch her mons pubis a few times and then fall asleep again.

About 10 minutes later, when I figured she was sound asleep, I gently reached out again to touch her vulva.

I placed my hand on it and gently rubbed it, feeling a slight hardness. Just then, Mom slapped me again

. I quickly pulled my hand back, but her palm still touched my fingers. I panicked, but

Mom didn't seem to notice anything. She just scratched her genitals, turned over, and continued sleeping with her back to me. I

also drifted off to sleep.

About twenty minutes later, I woke up again. Looking at Mom's even breathing beside me, I

started to get aroused. I tentatively placed my hand on Mom's waist. She didn't move, and her breathing was

normal. I became bolder and gradually moved my hand down, cupping Mom's buttocks and gently

stroking them. Mom's buttocks were large and felt very good, very elastic. I stroked them for about half a minute,

then started moving my hand to Mom's waist. When my hand touched the edge of Mom's underwear, I paused, then

suddenly slipped my hand inside Mom's cotton underwear. My fingers went straight to Mom's smooth, soft buttocks and lingered

there .

I quietly observed my mother for a while, seeing that she was still breathing softly and evenly. I

became a little bolder and began to move my fingers on her buttocks, but only stroking her left buttock. After

a few moments, I couldn't resist any longer. I moved my hand along her smooth skin to her pelvic side,

paused briefly, and then, holding my breath, slid my hand towards her genitals.

Her lower abdomen was noticeably protruding, and it felt soft against my skin. I finally reached the base of her thighs, and

my fingers touched a tuft of hair, softer than human hair. However, her thighs were tightly closed,

blocking my hand. I don't know why, but I felt a rush of blood to my head, and I desperately tried to push my fingers

further into her thighs, but I failed. After several attempts, I gave up. Instead, I stroked her

lower abdomen.

Besides rubbing my palm against her abdominal muscles, I also began to knead the soft flesh of her abdomen with my fingers

. At the same time, I leaned forward, gently placing my right hand on my mother's back, and pressed my lower body against her

full round buttocks. I felt my penis slowly becoming erect, gradually rubbing against her

buttocks.

The surroundings were quiet; moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the mat, and everything unfolded slowly in the stillness.

My desire burned brighter and brighter; I didn't know what I wanted, but I

was no longer satisfied with just my mother's lower abdomen. I abruptly pulled my left hand from my mother's panties, and without hesitation,

slid it inside her vest, grabbing one of her plump breasts.

My mother's breast was very elastic, flattened into a round shape under the pressure of her undershirt. Almost as soon as I grasped

the base of her breast, my five fingers began to knead and rub, while I pressed my lower body forward

forcefully against her. Unfortunately, I hadn't been playing with my mother's breasts for long when she suddenly grabbed my hand, pushed my

arm away, and turned to me, yelling, "Chengcheng, what are you doing!" My mind went blank

with fear; I thought, "I'm doomed!"

I don't know what my mother was thinking, but she put on her slippers, straightened her clothes with a cold expression, and

shuffled off to the next room. I was stunned. The

next

morning, I was woken up by my sister, who said Mom wanted us to come down for breakfast. I nodded hesitantly,

feeling uneasy, wondering if Mom would tell anyone.

As it turned out, my worries were unnecessary. During breakfast, Mom and Dad chatted casually about neighborhood

gossip, and nothing seemed amiss, so I finally felt relieved.

After that incident, I never dared to bother my mother again, because although she doted on me since I was little,

she could also be very strict with me at times. Subconsciously, I was still a little scared. But my

possessiveness towards my mother didn't diminish at all.

In September, school started, and I officially entered my third year of junior high. My older sister also went back to school. Coincidentally, not long after,

my father was assigned to a business trip to some unit in Qingdao, and wouldn't be back for a week. So,

it was just my mother and me at home.

That night, I was reading in only shorts, staying up until ten o'clock before I saw my mother come into her room.

About half an hour later, when I couldn't hear any noise from the next room, I closed my book and went to push open my mother's door

. Sure enough, as usual, the door was ajar.

I saw my mother lying on the bed. By the dim light coming from my room, I saw that she was only covered by

a thin sheet, her thighs completely exposed. I softly called "Mom," but there was no response.

I grew bolder. I tiptoed onto my mother's bed, lay down on her right side, and stared...

Mom watched for a while.

She was wearing a pink tank top tonight, and I could vaguely see her full, rounded breasts. I

tentatively touched her lightly, but there was no reaction. So, I mustered my courage and slowly

slipped , placing my palm on her chest. At first, my heart pounded, my hands trembled, and I was incredibly flustered.

I only dared to gently caress her breasts through her tank top; they felt soft and pleasant to touch. Later,

seeing that Mom didn't react much, I gradually became bolder. I carefully slipped my hand inside her tank top and

gently kneaded the base of her right breast.

After kneading for a short while, I moved my palm upwards and touched a small protrusion—Mom's nipple.

I pinched her nipple lightly and firmly with my thumb and forefinger. At the same time, I began to feel

my breathing quicken and my mouth become dry.

I carefully propped myself up on my left arm, leaning my head towards Mom's chest, while simultaneously using my right hand to lift

her tank top. Suddenly, Mom stirred, startling me. I quickly withdrew my right hand and

buried my head on the pillow, pretending to be asleep.

Mom sat up and said, "Chengcheng, why are you sleeping here? Are there too many mosquitoes? Then sleep at my

feet." She then got out of bed.

I lay on Mom's bed, my heart pounding, wondering if Mom knew what I had just

done.

I waited for a while, but Mom didn't come back; she probably went upstairs to feed the chickens. As I waited, I drifted

off to sleep.

The next morning, before five o'clock, I woke up and looked out the window; it was already bright. I saw

Mom sleeping soundly at my feet. I was covered with a sheet, but Mom wasn't covered at all. Her two plump

thighs were slightly parted, and I could vaguely see a tuft of dark pubic hair through her trouser legs. Looking down at her chest,

I saw that my mother's full breasts made her vest bulge high, but the bottom edge of the vest was resting on her stomach, obscuring

what lay beneath.

I thought for a moment, then quietly reached over and lifted her vest. From my angle, I was horrified to see

her breasts, tightly pressed into flat, round mounds beneath the vest. Her breasts were white and large. I lifted

the vest a little higher, and finally, I saw her nipples—two deep red grapes that made me want to take

a bite. This made my blood boil.

I quickly took off my only pair of underwear, then rolled over and lay down beside my mother. Seeing my mother still

fast asleep, I suppressed my trepidation and gently climbed onto her. I knelt beside

her waist, my limp penis hanging between my legs like a caterpillar. I carefully and slowly sat down,

gently pressing my body against her inner thighs. Then, I placed my hands on her waist, hooking the hem of her

vest , and slid my hands up to flip it open. Finally, I placed my hands under her armpits, and her

two peach-like breasts were perfectly presented before my eyes. Her breasts were very white, pear-shaped, and the veins

were clearly visible, giving them an alluring feel. I felt an erection begin to rise, and

my whole body started to heat up. Without thinking, I lowered my head and began to suckle her left breast.

My sudden attack must have startled Mom awake, because a strong force suddenly acted on my shoulder, pushing my

upper body backward, and Mom's nipple slipped out of my mouth with a "pop."

I saw Mom staring at me silently, her face frosty, as she pulled her rolled-up vest back

down to cover her exposed breasts. Then, she used one hand to prop herself up and sit up, while the other

pushed against my chest, trying to get her lower body out from under me.

I finally came to my senses and pressed myself against Mom again, gripping her shoulders tightly with both hands, my voice

trembling with tears, repeating, "Mom, I beg you, I beg you..."

Mom struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so she pinched my thighs hard with her hands, cursing, "Chengcheng,

get off me! Be careful when your dad comes back, I'll tell him..."

Hearing this, I felt anxious and scared, but I endured the pain, holding Mom tightly, tears streaming

down my .

Mom pinched for a while, then stopped.

I cried for a while and then felt something was off, so I peeked at my mother. As soon as she saw me looking at her, she started

struggling . I

couldn't hold on, and one of her arms broke free. She first tried to push me with that arm, but when that didn't work, she used it to push the bed, moving her body backward.

I was small and thin then, and my development wasn't complete, so when she exerted force, I couldn't hold her down. As a result,

half of her fell off the bed, and I almost fell off too.

I was still sitting on the bed with her legs down, and she could only support herself with her arms. We remained locked in this stalemate. I sat firmly on her

lap, pressing my hands down on her calves. When she tried to twist a few times without moving, she gave up.

Then she said angrily, "Let me go!"

Hearing her tone, I suddenly realized she wasn't as angry as I'd thought. After the struggle,

my penis had shrunk to the size of a peanut, and my previous lust had completely vanished. My mind raced

.

I freed my right hand, curled my middle finger, and tickled the sole of my mother's left foot, which I was holding down. I put on

a pleading expression and said, "Mom, I was wrong. I know I shouldn't have done this to you, but I

just couldn't help myself. If you promise not to be angry with me, I'll let you go."

My mother looked at me coldly. I quickly tickled the sole of her foot a few more times. I

felt her foot tense, and I glanced back. I saw that all five of her delicate, lovely toes

were curled up, and I couldn't help but want to laugh.

My mother said angrily, "Get down! When your father comes back this time, I'll make him teach you a lesson."

But her tone had softened considerably.

I quickly changed to a sincere attitude, "Mom, I really know I was wrong. It's just that you're so

charming that I made a mistake. I promise I'll study hard from now on and won't think nonsense anymore. Mom, please forgive me

this time, okay?"

Mom still had a stern face and said, "Get down from here first..."

I quickly tickled the sensitive area on the sole of Mom's foot a couple more times. Mom struggled to break free of her feet while

saying, "If you keep grinning like that, I'm really going to get angry. Put me down now."

I knew when to stop, so I quickly let go of my mother and even jumped off the bed to help her stand up.

After she got up, she grabbed my underwear from the bed and handed it to me, saying, "Put this on quickly, look at yourself."

I obediently put it on.

Once my mother felt safe, she sat down on the edge of the bed and said to me, "Chengcheng, no matter how old you are, in my

eyes I'll still see you as a child. I'll let what happened earlier go, I won't tell anyone. But you have to

study hard from now on, and don't think nonsense, okay?"

I adopted a submissive look, lowered my head, and gave a pitiful "Mmm."

Although it had been a nerve-wracking experience, my mother forgave me in the end. So I felt incredibly good,

like I'd been reborn. Even class today was more enjoyable than usual.

When I got home that evening, I heard the clattering of spatulas from the kitchen. I ran over and saw

my mother cooking. Seeing me, she called out, "It smells smoky in here. Go to your room and read for a while

. I'll call you when it's done."

I was a little puzzled; why was my mother suddenly being so kind to me?

Dinner was three dishes and a soup, all my favorites: braised bream,

scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried lettuce and chives, and winter melon and pork rib soup. During dinner, my mother kept putting food on my plate and casually asked

me about my studies. Full of questions, I finished my meal, feeling flattered and overwhelmed. After dinner,

I went to my room, took out my books, and started reading absentmindedly.

A little while later, my mother finished clearing the dishes and came upstairs. Mom came into my room and sat

on the edge picked up a copy of "Reader's Digest" from my bedside table, glanced at it, and put it back. After a while, she interrupted my studying and

asked, "Mom just wanted to have a serious talk with you today. I feel like your behavior has been a bit unusual these past few days, Chengcheng

. Do you know that what you did this morning was wrong? Look at all our relatives and friends around us; aren't

they all well-behaved? I'm afraid that if you continue like this, it will affect your studies, you understand?"

I put down my book, sat down next to Mom, and awkwardly scratched my head, saying, "I know I was wrong, Mom.

You promised you wouldn't be angry, you can't go back on your word."

Mom said seriously, "Mom is talking to you precisely because I'm not angry with you. Of course, Mom wants what's best for

you , but Mom is also afraid that you're immature and might do something wrong. How could you think of doing that to Mom?"

I seized this opportunity and first admitted that I was wrong. Then I expressed

how , and highly praised her allure. I hoped to downplay the seriousness of the situation and gain Mom

's forgiveness.

After listening, Mom thought for a while, looked at me, and said, "Chengcheng has really grown up.

What is normal, but you can't have any thoughts about Mom, understand?

It'll be fine when you start dating and have a girlfriend. Right now, you should focus on your studies. You're in your final year of junior high, so you especially need to work hard.

Mom hasn't been attentive enough to you in the past, so I haven't been able to help you adjust your mindset in time. I'll be more

attentive you in the future, and you need to control yourself and study hard, understand?"

I nodded vigorously, indicating that I understood.

Mom seemed satisfied and left.

Around 9 p.m. that evening, there was a knock on my door. Mom brought in a bowl of poached eggs with

a pair of chopsticks on it.

I happily took the bowl from Mom, and seeing her loving expression, I couldn't help

but kiss her left cheek. Immediately, I felt embarrassed and didn't dare look at

Mom's face anymore. I quickly picked up the poached eggs and ate them while mumbling that the soup was delicious.

The next two nights were the same; Mom would bring me a late-night snack, and I would

kiss her on the face or neck, sometimes even complimenting her. Mom didn't seem to mind, which was a form of indulgence

.

On the third night, around nine o'clock, I heard Mom call from outside the door. I immediately

put down my books and ran to open it. I saw Mom holding a clay pot, the lid of which held

some delicious food.

"Mom specially stewed a hen for you today. I started stewing it this afternoon; it's very fresh. Chengcheng, try some."

I took a step back, letting Mom into the room. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I closed the door behind me. I

grabbed Mom's waist, and she quickly lifted the clay pot, reflexively backing away. I nimbly ducked,

slipped my head into her arms, pressed my face against the back of her neck, and pushed her against the door.

My mother's breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and after squeezing her down, I immediately freed my hands.

My right hand and my left hand slipped under her armpit, pressing against her smooth neck, while simultaneously pressing

my lips to hers. My mother shook her head from side to side, her lips tightly closed, refusing my kiss. I pressed harder on the back of her neck

, finally forcing a kiss, but my tongue could only move on her lips, unable to enter

her mouth.

My mother made indistinct moans, her hands trying to hold up the clay pot in her hands, helplessly

being violated by me.

I couldn't suppress the burning desire within me, and while kissing

my her shirt.

I suddenly lifted my mother's shirt and reached for her breasts, touching her bra.

In my haste, I pushed it up, and her two full, pear-shaped breasts sprang out,

standing proudly. I abandoned her lips, quickly bent down, and took her right breast into my mouth,

while my left hand kneaded the base of her left breast, sucking deeply, feeling utterly blissful. Her nipple

hardened in my mouth. Her upper body arched, her right elbow trying to push me away, but I

was firmly sucking on her nipple, unable to pull away.

Just as we were locked in a fierce struggle, I suddenly cried out and jerked back. The clay pot in

my mother hands had accidentally burned my neck; the intense pain made me reflexively pull back,

knocking the pot to the ground.

I clutched my neck, crouching down in pain. My mother paused for a moment, then rushed over to check my injury,

asking if it hurt badly. I could only groan and moan, unable to speak. My mother quickly went back to her room and brought back a box of green ointment.

She pulled me up to sit on the bed, removed my right hand from my neck, examined the injury, and said, "It's alright, not

serious . It's just a little swollen. I'll put some ointment on it and it'll be fine."

Mom applied the ointment to my wound and then went out. A little while later, she returned to my room

with a trash can and a mop. She cleaned up the broken pieces of the clay pot and the chicken soup on the floor and wiped it

clean. Then she left with the trash can and mop. As she reached the door, I suddenly said, "Mom, I

'm sorry."

Mom turned around, looked at me, and said, "Don't do that again next time," and closed the door behind her

. For the next two days, I behaved myself and didn't dare to do anything to Mom again. Our school has a one-day-off break every two weeks, and

this Sunday was a day off. As usual, I did a few practice problems, read some magazines, and when I

got bored, I went to my parents' room to watch TV. The morning passed like that.

After lunch, Mom went back to her room to sleep, so I turned the TV volume down and continued watching. Mom

didn't chase me away.

I watched TV absentmindedly while secretly glancing at Mom's body; she was sleeping on her side with her back to me.

Today, Mom was wearing a blue and white checkered sleeveless shirt. Through the fabric at the back, I could see

the two bra straps and the flesh bulging out from under the bra – an undeniably alluring sight. She

wore a white skirt adorned with small pink flowers. Her feet were encased in flesh-colored stockings, her toes pointed upwards, looking quite

cute .

Forty or fifty minutes passed without any movement from Mom, so I assumed she was asleep.

I quietly turned off the TV, climbed onto her bed, lay on my side, propped my head up with my right hand, and watched her

sleep .

After a while, I tentatively hugged her waist, my lower body pressed against her buttocks. I could clearly

feel her tremble slightly, but she didn't react much. My courage grew.

I slipped a hand inside her shirt and caressed her soft breasts through her bra.

Increasingly unsatisfied, I pulled her shirt up and tried to unhook her bra. Having never

undressed , the combination of nervousness and excitement made it incredibly difficult. After struggling for a long time, I still couldn't undo it. In desperation,

I pushed my mother's bra up, revealing her two snow-white, full breasts.

Without thinking flipped her over, pressing my entire weight onto her, and grabbed one

breast in each hand, sucking.

My mother finally started to struggle. First, she pushed me away, but when that didn't work, she grabbed my hair with one hand and

my ear with the other, pulling me upwards. I held onto her nipple tightly, refusing to let go. My mother tightened her

grip little by little, until finally, the pain in my ear became unbearable, and I reluctantly released her nipple, but

still tightly gripped her two already swollen breasts with both hands. My mother pulled me close to her,

saying angrily, "Chengcheng, do you even take my words seriously?"

After what had happened these past few days, I wasn't as afraid of my mother as before.

I shamelessly rubbed my face against hers, and she used both hands to pull me away from her ears.

I slowly approached my mother's face, but she turned her face away. I immediately released her breasts,

used both hands to turn her face towards me, and forcefully kissed her lips.

My mother kept her lips tightly closed, preventing me from putting my tongue inside. Suddenly, as if playing a prank, I freed my right hand,

pinched my mother's nose, and pressed my lips tightly against hers,

my tongue constantly sliding across her lips. I looked into my mother's eyes. Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering, very cute.

After only five or six seconds, my mother couldn't help but open her mouth to breathe,

and I quickly put my tongue into her mouth, letting her breathe at the same time. My freed right hand returned to my mother's breasts, finding those alluring

protrusions , and slowly began to knead them.

I skillfully swept my tongue across my mother's mouth, and my mother's head shook frantically, making indistinct

"mmm..." sounds from her nose, her tongue desperately trying to avoid my invasion. I diligently sucked my mother's saliva,

and also transferred my own saliva into her mouth, thus creating a very long kiss.

When I released my mother, I saw that her face was flushed and she was panting, but she still said to me,

"Chengcheng, let me go. I told you this was wrong. If you let me go, I'll forgive you."

I ignored her and lowered my head to force a kiss a second time. My mother still didn't cooperate, but this time she

didn't turn her head away. She probably knew it was futile and just kept her lips tightly closed.

This time I was gentle. I pulled my right hand, which was playing with my mother's breasts, and gently pinched her jaw. I patiently pried open her teeth with my

tongue while my left hand, which was playing with her right breast, started to unbutton her shirt.

My mother probably realized this and let go of my ears, desperately covering her

shirt again to cover her exposed breasts. At the same time, she struggled violently.

I had to increase the force in my hands, and with a few "snap" sounds, the buttons on my mother's shirt

came off. The buttons fell to the top. My mother panicked and opened her mouth as if to shout something. I seized the opportunity and conquered

her mouth in one fell swoop. I knew I couldn't be too hasty, or I would push my mother too far. I released my mother's shirt and gently cupped her cheeks with

both hands, savoring her taste.

After kissing like this for a while, I felt my lower body become noticeably erect. My mother was only wearing a thin skirt, and after a struggle,

the skirt had already flipped up to her waist, leaving my lower body bare.

I pressed my lower body against my mother's lower body, squeezing my knees between her legs, spreading her plump legs

wide apart. My left hand tightly gripped her full waist, and my right hand pinched her full breasts. With

the powerful pressure of my lower abdomen and thighs, I pressed my mother down firmly in my arms. My erect penis was also pressed against

the outside of my mother's vagina through my pants, which felt very stimulating.

My mother tried desperately to close her legs, but with my legs sandwiched between them, she had no way to do so.

After playing like this for a while, I felt my desire growing stronger and stronger, and I could no longer restrain myself. I released my mother's

lips and started to tear her panties off with my hands. Suddenly, my mother pushed me away forcefully, almost knocking me off. I had no choice

but to lie back down on top of her, pinning her down. But the feeling in my lower body grew stronger and stronger. I steeled myself,

grabbed the crotch of her panties, and pulled them aside, revealing her vulva, though I couldn't see it. I

quickly positioned my penis, aimed, and thrust forward, penetrating her vulva.

Her vulva was already very wet and hot. As I entered, I felt a warm, moist flesh

tightly gripping my penis. This sensation excited me immensely, and I began to thrust in and out rapidly. I didn't feel much...

I had no skill; I just knew to thrust all the way in and then pull out.

My mother, meanwhile, anxiously repeated, "Chengcheng, pull it out, pull it out! I'm your

mother…" She kept pounding my chest with her hands. This only excited me more. I

lowered my head and kissed her lips, our tongues intertwining. My lower body continued

to thrust powerfully into my mother's plump, wet vagina, the sounds of "splat, splat" gradually filling the air.

My mother's hitting lessened, her eyes became glazed, her face flushed, and her breathing suddenly became heavy.

I realized that she had stopped hitting me and was now hooking her arms around my neck.

After about four or five minutes of thrusting, I began to feel my glans go numb; I knew I was about to ejaculate

. I immediately propped myself up and frantically thrust my penis into my mother's vagina, increasing the speed of my thrusts.

At this moment, Mom's face was flushed, her eyes were half-open, her breathing was heavy, and her mouth was half-open, constantly

squeezing out "hmm...hmm..." sounds from her throat. Mom's expression looked extremely alluring. With my

vigorous thrusting, Mom's body trembled up and down, her exposed breasts quivering and exposed to

my view.

This made me even more excited. I felt my penis, which was erect inside Mom's honey hole, swell even more, and the tingling sensation became even

stronger. A thought flashed through my mind, "Should I ejaculate inside Mom?" Before I could finish thinking, I couldn't

control myself and ejaculated inside her!

I pressed my lower body tightly against Mom, hugging her body tightly. After half a minute, my penis had obviously shrunk, but it

was still inside Mom.

Mom's face was still red, and her breathing was uneven, but she turned her head away from me.

I felt a little apologetic, so I lowered my head and gently pressed my lips to Mom's neck, gently licking and sucking her skin,

feeling my heart filled with happiness and tenderness. My lips slowly moved up my mother's neck to her chin,

then hooked her lips together, gently touching them. I then extended my tongue, ready to penetrate her.

My mother, who had given up resisting, suddenly pushed my face away, coldly saying, "Aren't you getting off?"

Not wanting to disobey her, I pulled my penis out of her vagina with a "pop," and

a pool of milky white, viscous fluid gushed out. My mother quickly squeezed her snow-white thighs together.

I jumped off the bed, my penis swaying precariously. I rushed into the bathroom, grabbed a roll of toilet paper, ran back to

my mother 's room, and stood by the bed. Seeing that my mother's crotch was already closed, I didn't say a word. I pried open her thighs

and reopened her crotch, revealing her thick labia, which were engorged and open, with

the pink flesh inside vaguely visible. Semen mixed with vaginal fluid was constantly flowing out, forming a layer of white

foam around her labia. I tore off a wad of toilet paper and carefully wiped her clean, using five or six wads before I was finally done.

Throughout the wiping process, my mother just watched me without saying a word.

I noticed that her underwear was completely stained with my semen, and knowing that she must be uncomfortable wearing it

, I reached out to pull off her underwear. However, my mother slapped my hand away, sat up, ran to

the wardrobe , opened it, took out a pair of white cotton underwear, and quickly put them on with her back to me.

When my mother turned around and saw me still staring at her, she couldn't help but snort, walked past

me, picked up all the crumpled paper I had thrown on the ground, and walked out.

I was a little flustered, and suddenly grabbed my mother's open shirt, stammering and unsure what to say

.

My pulling on her shirt, leaving her upper body almost completely exposed, enraged her, and she slapped me

. I was stunned; my mother had never hit me like that before, and my grip on her shirt naturally loosened

.

My mother went into the bathroom and returned to the room about seven or eight minutes later, carrying a wet towel.

Seeing me still standing there like a statue, she couldn't help but give me a hard flick on the back of the head, scolding,

"Look at you, so spineless! Take the towel and go wash yourself."

I suddenly hugged my mother tightly, bursting into tears, pleading repeatedly, "I don't want to, I don't want to..."

Actually, I didn't even know what I wanted to say.

My mother didn't scold or hit me anymore; she just let me cry in her arms. When my crying subsided, she pushed

me away and said, "Why are you crying? Do you even know what you did wrong today? I never imagined you could

be so unruly."

I sobbed, and my mother shoved a handkerchief into my hand and pushed me away. "Go wash yourself clean.

Seeing you like this makes me angry."

Like a zombie, I went to the bathroom, washed my lower body, and then washed my face.

Now that my lust had subsided, I suddenly felt guilty, and I was afraid that my mother would never treat me the same way again. My mind

was in turmoil.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found that my mother was no longer in her room. I was very anxious and

went downstairs to the kitchen, but no one was there. I ran up to the third floor, and only then did I feel relieved. My mother was

feeding . Watching her hardworking figure, a deep sense of guilt welled up inside me. At that moment, I felt that my mother was working very

hard.

My mother glanced back at me, didn't say anything, and continued with her work.

At 3:30 PM, I went to the market and bought two crucian carp, two tomatoes, half a pound of garlic,

three ounces of dried tofu, and half a pound of lean meat. I also bought two pounds of grapes. I was going to cook a meal for my mother.

I came back and busied myself in the kitchen, rinsing the rice and washing the vegetables.

My mother came downstairs once, saw me cooking, but didn't say anything and went back upstairs.

After much frantic effort, I finally finished cooking two dishes and a soup by 5:30: braised crucian carp with scallions,

stir-fried , and tomato and egg soup (the eggs were what we had at home). The rice was also cooked. I

ran upstairs to call Mom down for dinner. Mom glanced at me but didn't say much. She simply took off the coat she was wearing while working and hung it on the hook. Seeing this, I happily ran downstairs first and served Mom her rice. The dinner was quiet. Aside from me constantly putting food on Mom's plate, she just ate her rice without saying a word. After dinner, I quickly took over clearing the dishes. Finally, Mom couldn't help but speak: "Chengcheng, Mom will forgive you this time, but there absolutely can't be a next time. Your father will be back tomorrow afternoon. You need to behave yourself from now on, study hard, and get into a good high school. Don't think about such things anymore, understand?"

After hearing this, I nodded my head vigorously. Mom took the trash can and rag from my hands and said,

"Go upstairs and read a book, I'll clean up."

After this incident, I behaved myself for a few days, but sex is something you get hooked on, and

the memory of having sex with Mom last time remained in my mind, impossible to erase. Four days after Dad came back, one time

after Mom put down my late-night snack, I couldn't help but hug Mom's waist. Mom quickly dodged when she saw this. I hurriedly chased

after her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her back. I also gently slammed the door shut with my foot. Then I hooked my arms around Mom

's waist and pressed my whole body against hers. Mom stepped back, her back against the door, her voice trembling slightly, and

whispered , "Are you trying to kill me? Your dad's next door."

I whispered in Mom's ear, "If Dad's not home, does that mean I can..."

Mom ignored me, just twisted my arm, trying to break free.

I couldn't resist any longer, so I whispered "Mommy, Mommy..." in my mother's ear, while simultaneously lifting

her shirt.

She was wearing a pink bra today. I pressed down the top edge of her bra, and her dark red

nipples popped out. I sucked on one of them. She pressed her hands on my head, not really pulling hard.

Emboldened , I used one hand to pull down my pants, my limp penis hanging between my legs.

Then I sucked on her other nipple, while simultaneously reaching under her skirt to pull down her panties.

She recoiled, her buttocks slamming against the door with a dull thud. We were both

startled. I pressed myself tightly against her, motionless, listening for a while. When there was no further sound outside, I finally

relaxed .

Looking at her face, she also looked tense and strained. I lowered my head and kissed her lips,

my tongue slipping inside. This time, she didn't resist, letting me move freely in her mouth. I sucked for a little while, then

reached down to pull down my mother's panties. This time, she cooperated, thrusting

her buttocks forward, allowing me to easily pull them off. I looked at them; they were pink cotton panties. I grinned and

casually placed them on the bed (my bed was next to the door).

Then I continued to suckle my mother's nipples in turn. After a while, I still wasn't satisfied,

so I pushed up my mother's bra, leaving her two large breasts in my hands. I

played with , shaping the nipples into various forms while vigorously sucking on them. After a while, my mother's

breasts perked up, and her nipples hardened.

I also felt my penis swelling and becoming erect, with a slippery liquid starting to

flow from .

I bent down and slipped my right hand between my mother's legs, gently touching the inside of her left thigh.

My mother cooperated by lifting her leg. I braced my mother's left leg with my right hand and supported her waist with my left, pulling her lower

body outwards. My mother stood with her back against the door, her left hand gripping my shoulder, her right hand supporting my

waist, her vulva thrusting forward, one leg on the ground.

I impatiently half-squatted down, aiming my penis at her vulva, but

couldn't penetrate. I tried twice more, still without success.

Frustrated, I released my mother's waist with my left hand, found her vulva, and gently parted her

labia with my index and middle fingers. Her vulva was already slippery and wet. I pushed my penis in,

hooking it between my left ring and little fingers, successfully placing it on her vulva. I pulled my hand back and looked at it under the light. There was a layer of egg white-like mucus on the tips of

my index I smeared this mucus on my mother's delicate neck,

then continued to support her waist, and my penis began to thrust in and out of her vagina.

My mother's vagina was very wet, and my penis slid in and out easily. Under the light,

the part of my penis that was pulled out was shiny. After doing this for about a hundred minutes, I felt a little

tired from squatting like this, so I put my mother's thighs down and pointed to my bed. My

mother obediently walked over and climbed onto the bed. Suddenly, I grabbed my mother's buttocks from behind and

pulled her down, forcing her to stand on the edge of the bed with her buttocks sticking up. My mother didn't say anything, she just

did as I said.

It was the first time I had seen my mother's vagina from behind. Her plump vagina was slightly raised, and her two fleshy labia were open

due to engorgement. A layer of glistening, lustful fluid covered her labia, incredibly erotic. From my angle, I could even

see a tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair on her pubic bone. Her legs were slightly parted, waiting for my penetration.

I swallowed hard, one hand supporting her beautiful buttocks, the other raising my penis and aiming it at her honeypot.

This time, I slowly pushed my penis towards her honeypot. When it touched her, I paused,

pressing the glans tightly against the wet entrance, grinding it in.

Her body involuntarily twitched slightly. I thrust forward suddenly, my entire penis disappearing into her

body. This time, she couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm."

After a while, I couldn't help but squeeze and knead her plump buttocks without any tenderness,

as if trying to squeeze water out of her soft flesh.

I thrust in and out about a hundred times in one go, feeling the thrusts were powerful, but I still didn't want to ejaculate.

I grabbed my mother's long hair with my right hand, pulling her head up. With my left hand behind my back and my

upper body slightly leaning back, I continued to thrust powerfully into her plump, tender vagina. This gave me a sense of conquest

, as if I were riding a horse. The thought flashed through my mind: no wonder they say women are for men to ride.

The idea of my esteemed mother being beneath me excited me, and my penis became even harder. I increased

the force of my thrusts into her vagina, and with each thrust, her vagina emitted... The sounds of "splatter, splatter" filled the air

, and occasionally, my mother would let out a soft nasal sound, which greatly amplified my excitement.

I felt another tingling sensation in my glans, knowing I was about to ejaculate. I released my mother's hair and suddenly pulled one of

her , so she could only support herself with one arm. I pulled hard on her

arm and thrust more quickly, about twenty more times. I felt a stiffness in my back, and strong streams of semen

spurted , all of it shooting deep into my mother's vagina.

My mother sensed that I had ejaculated and tried to push me away, but I grabbed her hand and pressed my chest against her

back , my penis still inside her vagina. We lingered like this for about half a minute before I straightened up and pulled my penis out of her vagina.

I pulled it out, and a stream of white, sticky fluid gushed out. Mom quickly squatted down, letting the semen

flow out like she was urinating.

I found some tissues and lifted Mom's buttocks. Mom, like a child, let me clean her

genitals . I looked at her vulva; it was a complete mess. Her labia were wide open, revealing even the pink flesh inside

. Her labia were covered in fluid, and even the pubic hair on her pubic bone was tangled and clumped together.

I carefully cleaned Mom with the tissues, wiped the floor clean, hid the tissues under the bed, and

made a face at Mom. Mom angrily pushed me away, picked up her

underwear , put it on, pulled down her skirt, combed her hair with her hands, looked in the mirror on my wall

, and, finding nothing wrong, opened the door and left.

Two more days passed, and it was Sunday again. I had class this Sunday. After school, I

got home at 6:15. As I entered the yard, I closed the gate behind me. Passing the kitchen, I

saw my mother busy working alone. I called out, "Mom!" and then went upstairs to drop my schoolbag. I also checked my parents'

room , but didn't see my dad.

Usually at this time, my parents would have already set the table for me to eat together. Even if it wasn't

ready , my dad would be downstairs waiting for dinner or watching TV. I ran to the kitchen and asked my mother. She told me

that my dad's boss's son was getting married today, and my dad had left work at 5:30, changed his clothes, and

gone the wedding.

I stood behind my mother for a while and saw that she was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, a

purple skirt, and black sandals. She had a small floral apron tied around her waist,

making her look particularly pitiful. Looking at the clearly defined mound of her buttocks, and remembering

the scene of me pinning her down in a doggy-style position yesterday, my penis started to get engorged and erect.

I gently leaned closer, wrapping my arms around my mother's waist from behind. When my hand touched her, she visibly flinched

, but didn't object. I pressed my already slightly erect penis against her

buttocks and rubbed it lightly. My mother continued cooking as if nothing was wrong.

After a while, I squatted down, lifted her skirt, revealing her full

buttocks. I pressed my hand against the white cotton panties covering her buttocks and smelled them; there was no particular odor. I

licked the flesh of her buttocks near the edge of her panties, then tentatively pulled down her panties. My mother

instinctively covered herself with her hand, and I whispered, "Let me see." She pulled her hand back, and I

suddenly pulled her panties down to her knees. From behind, her vulva was half-hidden between her tightly closed legs

, her thick labia tightly closed, looking like a butterfly. Her vulva

looked very plump, with a few hairs growing on it, quite alluring. I couldn't help but swallow.

I had already pulled my mother's panties down to her ankles. She remained standing, and I couldn't pull them down any further.

Just as I was getting impatient, she suddenly lifted her right leg. I happily took off her sandals and

pulled her panties down her right leg. Then I helped her put the sandals back on, so her panties were hanging on her left ankle

.

I didn't pull down her left panties; I felt it looked lewd and excited me.

I moved my hands up, lifting her skirt to her waist, and gently touched the inside of her thighs

. She obediently parted her legs. Then I placed my hands on either side of her pelvis,

gently pulling her body back slightly. I lifted my head and smelled her genitals at the base of her thighs. There was a faint fishy

smell, not unpleasant, but I still abandoned the idea of licking her vulva.

I continued to support my mother's waist with my left hand, while pulling my right hand back and pressing

my . Soon, her vulva became noticeably engorged and opened. After feeling

a slippery liquid on my fingers, I carefully inserted my middle finger into her vulva. Her vulva gripped my finger tightly, feeling

warm and wet inside. I started with shallow thrusts, and soon her vaginal fluid increased, and her two plump, red labia began to

open and close slightly. I inserted my middle finger deeper and deeper until it was fully inserted. Then I inserted my index

finger well, thrusting both fingers in and out of my mother's vulva together. At this moment, my mother added water to the pot, put

the lid on, placed her hands on the stove (gas stove), and leaned forward, occasionally straightening up to look at the pot.

My fingers moved in and out faster and faster, and I could hear the squelching sounds

coming . As I thrust, I twisted my fingers, and my mother finally couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm." I was

beneath her and couldn't see her face, which was a little disappointing. My fingers finally got tired, so

I pulled them out and smeared all the sticky fluid from my fingers onto the inside of my mother's thighs and buttocks. At that moment, my mother

pushed slightly, went to get a bowl, scooped out the green beans from the pot, and poured a lot of oil into the pot.

After watching my mother finish her work, I pressed myself against her back, gently nibbling on her shoulder. She picked up

a few washed green peppers and slowly sliced them, then grabbed a piece of washed pork liver and started cutting it.

Behind quietly unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, lifted her skirt, and

pulled her buttocks back slightly. With my left hand on her waist and my right hand on my penis, I pressed it against her slippery vulva. After a pause, I thrust forward

, and with a "plop," my penis slid smoothly into her. I immediately felt her warm, wet

vulva tightly gripping my penis, an incredibly stimulating and pleasurable sensation.

My mother couldn't hold back and let out a soft "ah." Then I noticed her breathing becoming

heavy, her neck arching back, and her mouth half-open.

I couldn't resist grabbing my mother's hair with one hand and turning her face with the other, so that her luscious lips were facing me.

I took her lips in my mouth and sucked hard. This time, my mother didn't resist at all, helplessly letting me tease and suck on her sexy

tongue at will, exchanging saliva with her. In this position, I could only lightly penetrate

my mother's honey hole, but due to the stimulation of her mouth and tongue, the feeling was still very intense.

After a long kiss, I had to release my mother's lips and instead focus on holding my mother's plump buttocks, and

began to penetrate her vigorously.

At this time, the oil in the pot was already sizzling with thick smoke. My mother hurriedly poured the chopped

pork liver into the pot, then put both hands on the stove, sticking her buttocks high up to make it easier for me to penetrate her.

I did this about twenty times when Mom turned around and said with difficulty, "Wait...wait a minute."

I held Mom's waist and kept my penis still inside her. Mom seemed to breathe a sigh of relief,

picked up a spatula and stir-fried the vegetables in the pan a dozen times, added seasonings, stir-fried them a dozen more times, turned off the gas, grabbed

a bowl from the side, and haphazardly scooped up the stir-fried green peppers and pork liver.

I saw that the green peppers and pork liver were a little burnt, and I found it a bit funny. Mom probably noticed

and glared at me. Then she obediently lay down again, sticking her buttocks up high. I understood and started thrusting.

But before I had even done ten thrusts, the phone rang in the living room.

While I was still hesitating, Mom turned around and said to me pleadingly, "Pull it out for a bit, I need to answer

the phone ."

I followed Mom into the living room. Mom picked up the phone and started answering. I stood behind Mom,

skillfully lifted her skirt, and easily inserted my slightly limp penis into Mom's slippery

honey hole. Mom suddenly turned around and waved at me. I stopped thrusting, hugged her waist tightly, pressed my upper body

against her back, and listened to the phone call with her.

I heard Dad's voice on the other end of the line. He told Mom that

he had arranged to play mahjong with General Manager Gan and Director Cui from the factory after dinner that evening, and that they might play a little late, telling Mom not to worry.

Just as Mom was about to speak, I mischievously thrust hard into her vagina. Mom couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!"

Then, I heard Dad ask on the other end of the line: "Cuihua, are you alright? What happened?

" Mom mumbled, "I got bitten by a mosquito," and deliberately slapped her hand twice.

I felt relieved and began to slowly thrust my penis in and out, fucking her deeply and shallowly. Mom frowned, one

hand tightly gripping my hand that was pressing against her buttocks, enduring the intense stimulation from her vagina. She tried to listen to

Dad, then spoke to him in a calm tone, "Okay, I know. Don't go too far. Try

to come home early after you're done; you have work tomorrow. Be careful on your way home tonight.

"

As Mom spoke, I felt the tightness of her vaginal walls gripping my penis, intensifying the stimulation with

each thrust.

Finally, Mom finished her call and hung up with difficulty, saying angrily, "Chengcheng,

you almost killed me just now!"

I didn't answer, but increased the speed of my thrusts. Mom fell silent, quietly

leaning against a chair next to the phone, her upper body pressed low, her breasts against the chair, her large buttocks

raised high.

I, like a madman, relentlessly thrust into Mom's already overflowing vagina.

Our lower bodies collided repeatedly, making a "slap slap slap" sound. Mom also started to squeeze out "hmm

...hmm..." sounds from her throat.

Perhaps because my penis had been limp twice earlier, although I felt aroused, I still didn't have the desire to

ejaculate . I became a little impatient, and I thrust desperately. Mom's big buttocks also began to move back and forth,

bouncing up and down, meeting my thrusts. As I fucked her, I stared at Mom's round, smooth buttocks, watching

the ripples of her hips from the impact. Suddenly, I had a desire to shatter everything. I raised my right hand high and

slapped her snow-white buttocks hard twice. Two red handprints slowly appeared. Mom just suppressed

two , without any protest.

I stopped slapping and grabbed one of her buttocks, starting to stroke, knead, pinch, peel it open, and squeeze it

in , rubbing it back and forth.

At the same time, my other hand wasn't idle either. I untied Mom's apron strap from behind, and the apron

slid down . Then I pushed my mother's t-shirt up until it covered her breasts. She wasn't wearing

a bra underneath, and her two large breasts bounced out, swaying as I thrust into her.

After about two minutes of this, I abruptly pulled my penis out of her vagina, a few drops of vaginal

fluid splashing out.

My mother let out another "Ah!" Before she could fully react, I pulled her up from

the chair , squatted down, hugged her waist, and pushed her onto the octagonal table.

Now, my mother lay there naked, her breasts and vagina exposed, legs spread wide, waiting to be penetrated.

I pounced on her, accurately shoving my penis back into her vagina, sucking on her

lips, one hand on the back of her neck, the other forcefully squeezing one of her breasts, while my

thrusts quickened, her wet, hot vagina tightly gripping my penis. My mother's hands unconsciously pressed against my chest,

her legs wrapped around my waist. I thrust wildly, watching her breasts sway, I felt like I was in heaven.

Finally, my mother's buttocks began to wiggle. Because I was fucking so hard, a few times my penis accidentally

slipped out of my mother's vagina, and my mother would take the initiative to hold it and guide me to her vaginal opening.

At this moment, my mother's face was flushed, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were half-open, and her charming seductive appearance only added fuel to the fire,

making me even more frenzied.

I finally felt a tingling sensation on my glans, I knew I was about to ejaculate, I held my breath and thrust into

my mother's plump vagina seven or eight more times, then pushed forward with all my might

, a strong pulsation on my glans, and powerful waves of semen gushed out, hitting the depths of my mother's vagina. My mother also

hugged me tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist. After a while, I heard my mother let out a long sigh of relief.

I lay on top of my mother, too exhausted to move. My penis, still inside her, was throbbing,

savoring the afterglow of my ejaculation.

It took a long time before I finally got off her, my penis already limp and withdrawn.

I glanced at her genitals; thick, white semen was flowing continuously from her vagina, her

once glossy black pubic hair was wet, and her buttocks were a mess

. A small puddle of a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid had accumulated on the table. My mother lay limply on the table, her legs spread wide, seemingly

unable to close. Her t-shirt was bunched up above her breasts, her two large, white breasts hanging loosely at her sides. Her hands hung

limply at her sides. Her face was still flushed, alluring as if she were drunk, her eyes half-closed as

she looked at me.

Luckily, there was no one else in the house. I got up, supporting my mother's armpits and the backs of her legs with my hands.

Inside, Mom hugged my neck and helped me lift her into the bathroom. I adjusted the water temperature,

filled the bathtub to about half full, and when I looked back, I saw Mom already undressing with her back to me. Seeing me

approach , she shooed me out of the bathroom like a thief.

After that, Mom treated me even better than before. As long as I didn't do anything too outrageous, she would

tolerate . Mom still made me a midnight snack every night, and I wasn't as eager as Mom worried. We

had sex once or twice a week on average. Aside from intimate moments, I still respected Mom.

Although I was very infatuated with Mom's body, it didn't affect my studies. Many people have a masturbation

habit; my behavior could be considered a form of sexual regulation. As long as I didn't see it as

sinful , it wouldn't have any negative impact.

I ranked 14th in the whole school in the high school entrance exam and entered the second-best high school in the city. During my high

school years , Mom remained my only sexual partner, just much less frequently. Three years later, I was admitted to

a prestigious university with a score exceeding the first-tier university admission line.

In university, I found a girlfriend, started a new life, and my relationship with my mother gradually became more natural.

My mother really liked my girlfriend; she genuinely liked her. My mother always

supported , and I am still grateful to her to this day.

In the seven years after graduation, I worked at Huawei, China Telecom, and the power company. Now

I work as a designer at a well-known foreign company. In these past few years, I've met many people and experienced many things, and my heart is often restless. Sometimes, memories of the past inevitably surface. Out of sheer boredom

, I'm writing these little things down for amusement. That evening, after showering, I came to the living room wearing only my underwear. I saw my mother watching TV there, so I sat down next to her. She's almost forty-five, but many people mistake her for someone under forty. To me, she's currently the sexiest woman in my eyes! My dad and mom have been separated for a while now. Mom has two men pursuing her, but she hasn't decided ; perhaps she's waiting for the next one. Mom is wearing the dress she just wore to the banquet—a very pretty little dress with a low-cut neckline and a super short mini-skirt that perfectly accentuates her figure. 36D-24-38—that's the size I knew when I accompanied her to have the dress made. Unlike most women whose figures change drastically with age, she maintains a remarkably perfect figure, as evidenced by the beastly looks many men give her . The news is on TV. After sitting down for a while, I noticed a faint fragrance emanating from Mom. She shouldn't have this scent anymore; perhaps it's because she 's been drinking and her body temperature is higher. I closed my eyes, carefully inhaling the fragrance emanating from her. It was a very special scent, as if it would travel from my nose to my brain, allowing my mind to truly experience its magic! Gradually, I felt an urge, as if the beast within me had been lured by this fragrance, trying to break free from the shackles of morality, ready to unleash its full power! I opened my eyes; my mother . "I want to fuck her"—this was the first thought that entered my mind! And my penis seemed to agree with my intentions, bulging high above my underwear! But this was impossible, so I could only smile wryly and prepare to get up and go back to my room. Once back in my room, I took off my underwear, leaving myself completely naked! There's a large full-length mirror in my room . Looking at my body in the mirror, I noticed my penis, which was —the thick glans and shaft, erect and pointing high, as if telling me how much it needed a woman! I threw myself onto the bed, and my penis became even more conspicuous. I realized my mother was standing in my bedroom doorway; I knew she had noticed it too! I sat up and used a pillow to cover my erection. My mother came over and sat on my bed. "Do you usually sleep like this?" "No, I'm not ready to sleep yet!" Then I noticed how sexy my mother's pajamas were. The entire pajamas were transparent, and apart from a knot at the chest, there were no other connections. Her body was practically covered by them. She was practically naked in front of me! She came over and sat on the edge of my bed. I saw a patch of pubic hair between her legs, and my penis became even more erect. "Tell me, what are you thinking right now?" My mother's voice, carrying a powerful magic, entered my ears. I turned to look at her; her eyes were watery, and her lips were slightly upturned. My God, how did she know how to seduce me? Why did every move she made have such a powerful allure? "Hmm..." I still didn't dare to speak, remaining silent. Seeing my expression, my mother's hand, which had been supporting her on the bed, immediately moved to my thigh. Although it didn't touch my penis, this physical contact instantly shattered my defenses! "Ah... Mom... you are my idol, no, you are my goddess! But, in my heart, I've always harbored the thought of defiling this goddess!" I blurted out my innermost thoughts. My mother still smiled at me; I didn't know what she was thinking at that moment . I lowered my head, completely unaware of what would happen next. This feeling of frustration turned my erect penis into a limp worm. "How do you intend to blaspheme the goddess?" My mother asked with a smile and a cheerful tone. I could hardly believe it. I jerked my head up and looked at her. She repeated, "How do you intend to blaspheme the goddess?" How to blaspheme? Countless thoughts that had crossed my mind before flashed through my mind.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind: SM, sex, watching her masturbate, and so on, but I really didn't know how to begin!

My mother moved closer to me, her alluring scent constantly stimulating me. I threw away

the pillow, hugged her tightly, and ripped open her nightgown. Her body was fully and naked

before my eyes. My penis quickly became engorged and returned to its original erect state. My mother looked at

the change in my lower body with surprise, but I saw her expression immediately turn to pleasure. Clearly, she was

proud of my large penis!

"Good boy, I know how to make you defile your goddess! Come..."

My mother told me to get up first, then she knelt in front of me and gently sucked on my penis. Her tongue

slid from the glans to the base of my penis and then slowly slid back to the glans. She did

this repeatedly until my entire penis was covered in her saliva and glistened!

Then she asked me to wait a moment, and then she went out. When she came back, I saw that she was wearing

a pair of white riding boots, and the rest of her body was still completely naked, but the riding boots

made her look even sexier!

She stood with her legs slightly apart, and then bent over deeply until her palms could touch

the ground . Because of her posture, I could clearly see her beautiful vulva fully displayed in front of me. I

walked over, lifted my big cock, pressed it against her vulva, and slowly inserted it...

"Oh, yes, slowly... in... good baby... let me... feel your

... big cock... slowly... yes... fill my... empty... little cunt... oh

... oh... yes... slow... slow... ah... you... have... reached... my cervix

... yes... ah... I haven't... felt... this...

feeling... for so long... ah..."

Mom let out a lewd moan, making my whole body throb with excitement! As I continued to penetrate my mother

's vagina, it felt like I was passing through a warm, slippery passage. It was so narrow that

I had to hold onto her waist tightly to give me leverage to insert my penis.

"Ah...ah...so good...so good..."

my mother cried out in pleasure. It took a lot of effort to fully insert my penis into her vagina.

By this time, her face was flushed with excitement. She told me not to move for a moment, and then she slowly

raised her upper body, positioning herself at a 90-degree angle. She then asked me to slowly pull my penis out,

but...not completely out.

I did as she asked, slowly pulling my penis out until only the head of my penis remained inside her

.

"Come on, baby, let me enjoy the pleasure of your cock going through me again, yes, not

too fast... ah... ah... good... yes... just like that... slowly... let

me... experience... the pleasure of... your big cock... going through... my hole... I...

haven't... enjoyed... this feeling... for... so long... so wonderful... so amazing... ah..."

"Mom... do you like it... I..."

"Good son... you're making me feel so good... your dad's... thing... isn't

... as good as yours..."

I slowly thrust in and out, so she could have more time to enjoy it. From my mother's moans, I

knew she really liked it and could enjoy the feeling she needed, but... I

didn't feel very good, not even as good as when I masturbated.

But when I heard my mother's joyful cries and her body trembling slightly, I knew it

was all worth it! And I had achieved my dream—to defile the goddess in my heart! My penis

was inside her beautiful vagina, and she seemed to enjoy it!

My big cock was going in and out of her vagina, and neither of us was using any protection, so

our genitals were tightly joined together. The friction of our vaginal walls combined with the pleasure in my heart made me feel a little dizzy!

I could feel that my mother's vagina had become quite wet, so I slowly increased the speed of my thrusting. I could

easily move my own cock in and out of her, and my mother's moans gradually became louder and more wanton

!

"Ah...good...baby...make me high...harder...yes...I like this

feeling ...harder...ah...so good...so good...my good son...is raping me

...with his big cock...raping me...that's the big cock I gave to him...oh...oh

...oh...oh...good..."

My mother's legs began to tremble, and she seemed to be unable to stand. I thrust my cock deep into her body

and slowly guided her to kneel down.

At this moment, she was sprawled on the ground like a female dog, and I was half-squatting behind her, my

penis still deeply buried inside her. I tried to shake my hips, my penis

thrusting in and out of her vagina with the pull of my body. My mother continued to moan with pleasure, and I felt my penis being tightly gripped,

which felt slightly more pleasurable.

Moreover, at this moment, my testicles were constantly slapping against my mother's body with my movements, the "slap...

slap" sound was particularly exciting!

I continued to thrust, constantly enjoying the pleasure brought by the union and collision of our bodies. I

gradually became excited, and I felt like I wanted to ejaculate, but I couldn't bear to! I couldn't bear to

lose !

I pulled my penis out, and my mother lay down with a sense of loss, her whole body on the ground, her snow-white

flesh and falling with her heavy breathing. It was clear that she had experienced a considerable degree

of stimulation during the intercourse and had reached a state of excitement. But I wasn't sure if she had reached orgasm, but I knew she must

have really enjoyed it!

"My darling, why...why did you stop?"

Mom, finally recovering, turned around, lay on her side on the floor, and looked at me with an extremely seductive posture,

questioning me!

I told her my thoughts, and she giggled lasciviously, then reached out her hand, wanting me to help her up.

After I helped her up, she hugged me and said, "My darling, how many times do you want to ejaculate inside me?"

"Anything is fine, and... you can defile me, rape me, even... you can be my sex

slave!"

"No... Mom... how could I... be your sex slave?!"

"Silly boy, Mom is willing to let you experience the sexual experiences you desire, so whatever you

want , Mom will cooperate! And... you will still find a suitable woman to be your wife in the future,

so... Mom is just your sex slave!"

Hearing Mom say this, I was so moved. My penis throbbed in response to Mom's

kindness . Mom lay back on the floor, her legs wide open. I knew that I could only use my penis to let her

feel my kindness. My penis thrust into her body again and began to pump violently!

"Ah...ah...good...ah...ah..."

Under my thrusting, it wasn't long before her vagina began to contract rhythmically, a

situation very similar to an orgasm. I increased the speed of my thrusting, and at this moment, my mother could only open her mouth wide, but

couldn't make a sound. And at that moment, I also ejaculated all the semen inside my mother's

body ...

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