[Wuxia] The Legend of Feathered Robes (Complete) - Chapters 37-39

(VII)

The mother and son played and chased each other in the room for a while. After all, Ouyang Xue was wearing high heels. She let out a soft moan and let Xiao Wei hug her: "Hehe, you little slut, how about it? How do you want your son to play with you?"

"Hehe, you're my stinky son who only fucks his mother. You can play with me however you want." Ouyang Xue hugged her son tightly and laughed seductively in Xiao Wei's ear.

Xiao Wei hugged his mother's soft and boneless body, his hands constantly groping her plump buttocks. He lowered his head and kissed her cherry lips. Suddenly, he tightened his grip, picked up Ouyang Xue's body, threw her onto the bed, and lewdly laughed: "Slutty mother, today your son is going to play with you to the heavens." After saying that, he reached out and grabbed Ouyang Xue's two jade legs, quickly took off her high heels, roughly tore off her black short socks, and then opened his mouth and began to suck on Ouyang Xue's slender and plump toes.

"Hehe, giggle...it itches...it itches...so itchy, ah...ya...uh!" Ouyang Xue cried out, her ten nimble toes twitching incessantly. In a moment, her jade feet were covered with her son's saliva, and the itchy sensation caused her tender vulva to flow with fluids.

Looking at his mother's trembling, snow-white body, Xiao Wei was already aroused. Gentle methods could no longer satisfy their desires. So, he forcefully spread Ouyang Xue's legs, moved his body forward, and grabbed her large, bouncing breasts, squeezing them hard until his fingers almost sank into the white flesh.

"Ah, it hurts, Master, be gentle, you're going to ruin my breasts!" Ouyang Xue cried out as she was squeezed, her legs tightly clamping around Xiao Wei's waist. Her slightly parted pink labia were dripping with love fluid, emitting a faint fragrance, and her neat, black pubic hair was glistening with moisture.

After playing for a while, Xiao Wei straddled his mother's chest, pressing his already erect penis between her breasts and saying, "You slutty bitch, look at your lewd appearance, are your tits horny and want to be fucked?"

"Mmm, Xue'er loves playing 'slutty tit clamping,' Master, quickly use your 'dog-beating stick' to fuck this bitch's filthy big tits raw." As she spoke, her jade hands cupped her breasts, tightly wrapping around the purplish-red penis.

"Hehe, clamping like this is too dry, you should add some lubricant to make it more comfortable to fuck."

"Yes, bitch knows." Ouyang Xue quickly freed one hand, reached to her vulva, scooped out a pool of jade fluid, and smeared it on her breasts.

With the aid of the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, Xiao Wei's enormous penis thrust rapidly between Ouyang Xue's breasts. Ouyang Xue's constant squeezing with her hands caused her snow-white breasts to blush, her delicate nipples standing erect. The thick glans of his penis swelled further, occasionally tapping against her red lips.

"Mommy, the hot sausage is right in front of your mouth, don't you want to taste it? Hehe." Xiao Wei directed his spear to attack his mother's large breasts while pinching her swollen nipples with his fingers, pulling them up and rotating them.

Looking at the domineering penis before her, Ouyang Xue's masochistic desire to be conquered and trampled swelled once more. Her little tongue involuntarily darted out, lightly licking and teasing, instantly coating the entire penis with sticky saliva, steam rising from it.

After playing for a while, Ouyang Xue was panting and slowed down. Seeing his mother's tired appearance, Xiao Wei sat on her large breasts, resting his large penis on her pretty nose, letting her rest for a bit.

"Master son, if you sit on your sexy mother's breasts like that, you'll crush them!" Ouyang Xue said in a coquettish voice, rubbing her large penis against her face with her small hands.

Xiao Wei sat comfortably on her large breasts, swaying his buttocks around, and said with a grin, "Ha, sitting on big breast 'stools' feels so good, Mom, your breasts seem even bigger than before!"

"You naughty son, you hit them and fuck them every day, of course my breasts will swell up." Ouyang Xue giggled, playfully biting the glans lightly.

“Oh dear, you slutty mom, don’t bite off your son’s ‘dog-beating stick,’ or your ‘lotus dog cunt’ will be all alone, haha!” Xiao Wei stood up exaggeratedly, and slapped Ouyang Xue’s face a few times with his big cock, saying, “Little slut, do you think Master should fuck your slutty cunt first, or go straight for your slutty asshole?”

Ouyang Xue’s phoenix eyes were hazy, and she said in a seductive voice, “Master, let’s fuck the bitch’s cunt first.”

“Hehe, alright then, little bitch, stand down on the bed, Master is going to fuck your stinky cunt from behind.” This was Xiao Wei’s favorite position. Not only could he enjoy the view of his cock going in and out of her fat buttocks from above, but he could also enjoy the writhing of his mother’s asshole opening and closing. At the same time, the squeezing of her buttocks and the contraction of her vagina made his cock feel even better. He could also pinch and rub her buttocks, which was a wonderful enjoyment.

Ouyang Xue obediently got up, spread her legs, and lay face down on the bed. Her love juices immediately flowed down her two jade-like thighs. She bent over, her full, firm buttocks swaying from side to side, her hands supporting her on the edge of the bed, her whole body displaying a stunning curve.

Touching her plump buttocks, Xiao Wei felt a sucking sensation in his palm: "Mommy, the way you stick your big ass out is just like a horny bitch in heat." He said, lowering his head to lick and suck on her flawless white back.

Ouyang Xue couldn't help but sway her slender waist joyfully, letting out a trembling, coquettish cry: "Even if Xue'er is horny, it's for you to see... Oh... Master, please hurry up and fuck your slutty bitch... Oh, big-cocked son."

Xiao Wei parted her buttocks, his large glans, glistening with her juices, gently rubbing up and down her swollen labia.

Before long, her deep cleft was throbbing with desire again, making the tip of his penis shine even brighter: "You slut, your little cunt is sucking on my cock, hehe, so good."

"Ugh, hurry up and fuck me! My cunt is so itchy, so itchy... ah... big cock husband, please fuck this little bitch hard." Ouyang Xue swayed her plump buttocks rapidly, her long, straight black hair brushing against her smooth back.

While she was being coquettish, Xiao Wei suddenly thrust his penis forcefully into her body. Ouyang Xue screamed, her hands gripping the edge of the bed tightly. With each deep, forceful thrust of his penis, her little slutty mouth kept moaning and groaning, her tender labia majora turning in and out with the wet, huge penis, like a blooming plum blossom.

"Hehe, Mom, shouldn't your dog butt wiggle too?"

"Mmm." Ouyang Xue obediently wiggled her wide buttocks again, causing the thick penis to churn inside her tight, wet vagina: "Ah...ah, you've opened up my uterus again...woo...Master...you're going to fuck this bitch mom to death."

Xiao Wei looked down at the white, swaying buttocks and couldn't help but reach out and slap her hard, making Ouyang Xue feel weak all over, and her tender anus involuntarily opened and closed.

"Slutty mom, stick your butt out a little more, your son wants to play with your anus." Xiao Wei looked at the blooming anus, swallowed hard, and slowly pulled his big penis out of Ouyang Xue's cunt.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Xue's heart skipped a beat. She turned and glanced at Xiao Wei, then lay face down on the bed, her snow-white buttocks sticking up even higher. She cried out in a sweet, coquettish voice, "My dear son, my dear brother, my dear husband, my dear master, this bitch's asshole is still a virgin! Please, big cock

, have pity on my little asshole and fuck me gently!" Xiao Wei stroked her plump buttocks, which he had beaten until they were red, and gently pressed his penis against Ouyang Xue's slightly open anus. With the help of the sticky vaginal fluid, he exerted a little force, and the thick glans entered his mother's back passage.

"Ah...it hurts!" Ouyang Xue cried out, her two jade legs trembling, tears streaming down her face. Her vagina tightened, and a stream of urine shot out, splattering onto Xiao Wei's thighs. "Ah...Master...it hurts so much...Brother...please...

take it out...please do it from the front...Waaah...it hurts so much, this little bitch is dying..." She cried out loudly, her snowy buttocks trembling incessantly, her rectum clenching tightly around the large glans.

Xiao Wei never expected that his godmother's anus would make her cry so hard and cause her to lose control of her bladder. He felt extremely sorry for her and wanted to pull out his penis, but the pleasure of her narrow intestines tightly gripping his glans made him unwilling to give up. So he bent down and hugged Ouyang Xue, licking her earlobe and softly saying, "The book says it will hurt the first time, but it will be fine in a while, hehe. I didn't expect that fucking Mommy's asshole would make me pee, so good!"

When Ouyang Xue saw that her son's big penis was no longer entering, the tearing sensation in her anus lessened slightly, but the thick glans was still stuck at the entrance of her anus and was still burning painful, and her urethra was also full of urine: "Waaah, you stinky master, you're really killing Mommy, your big penis is fucking me so hard that I can't help but pee."

"Hehe, you slutty mom, I've finally deflowered your virgin asshole. The tightness feels even better than fucking your cunt." Xiao Wei said, reaching his hands between Ouyang Xue's legs, his fingers rubbing her swollen clitoris, while his large penis gently moved inside her anus.

Ouyang Xue gritted her teeth, enduring the torment of the large penis, tears streaming down her face. Gradually, she felt her son's thick, long penis fully penetrate her anus. With each thrust, spurts of urine gushed from her urethra, while her vaginal fluids dripped silently.

Xiao Wei's palms were covered in his mother's urine and vaginal fluid, something he'd never seen in any book or AV. Overjoyed, he exclaimed, "Ah, you slut! So fucking your asshole makes you spit out tears, pee, and vaginal fluid all at once! Hehe, I'm going to enjoy this sight now." With that, he pulled out his penis, gently turned Ouyang Xue's body over, spread her beautiful legs, and re-entered her slightly parted anus with his large penis.

At this moment, Ouyang Xue's face was covered in tears, her once crimson lips now pale, her teeth clenched, a faint blush on her delicate face, and her melancholy phoenix eyes filled with deep resentment, vaguely revealing a hint of wanton provocation. But looking down at her lower body, a completely different scene unfolded: her two plump labia majora were parted, revealing swollen, pink lotus-like petals, and her swollen clitoris stood proudly erect. Below the clitoris, pools of pale yellow urine were flowing from her urethra, while clear vaginal fluid slowly dripped onto her large, yellow anal penis.

Xiao Wei, his blood boiling with desire, no longer cared about tenderness. He forcefully lifted Ouyang Xue's legs, thrusting his lower abdomen forward, and his thick, long penis began to plunge into her anus with lightning speed.

"Ah...ah...I'm dead...you've raped my mother to death...waaaaa...waaaaa...big-dicked son...you're so cruel...you're going to fuck this bitch's little asshole raw...waaaaaaa!" Ouyang Xue cried out, her body trembling violently. Her son's big penis was like a switch, and as it thrust in and out, urine and vaginal fluids splashed out, wetting Xiao Wei's genitals and spraying all over her body.

Licking her face covered in urine, Ouyang Xue's masochistic desires gradually ignited: "Oh my god, I'm really going to fuck you through, mmm... Master... It hurts... Faster... Fuck this bitch Ouyang Xue to death, ooh... Fuck Xue'er's stinky asshole hard... Fuck Mommy to heaven..."

"Slutty Mommy, do you like your son fucking you like this?" Xiao Wei looked at his mother's lewd and twisted body, and the sadistic pleasure rose wave after wave. He grabbed Ouyang Xue's wildly bouncing breasts with both hands and kneaded them desperately, her full breasts constantly changing shape in his palms.

Ouyang Xue's eyes were glazed over, the image of her son, who was having sex with her, constantly shifting to that of her father, Ouyang Zhong. Her moans grew louder: "Son, oh, Daddy, you're going to fuck Xue'er to death! You bad son, you big-dicked, stinky daddy! You've ruined Xue'er, turned her into a whore, a slut! But Xue'er doesn't blame you. This slut loves being fucked in her cunt, fucked in her ass! Ouyang Xue is your sex slave, don't you dare look down on her! What other women can do, Xue'er can do too!" "Even if you asked Xue'er to become a prostitute or a whore, she would obey..."

Ouyang Xue seemed to be confiding in Xiao Wei, or perhaps murmuring to herself. Words she usually only fantasized about easily spilled from her lips. These secret whispers delighted Xiao Wei, who was in the midst of their passionate encounter: "Ah, so this is how lewd Mom is! Looks like I need to train her a little more."

Thinking this, Xiao Wei continued to manipulate his penis, reaching out to grasp Ouyang Xue's large breasts and asking, "Slut, what's this?"

"These are a bitch's big breasts."

"And yours?" Xiao Wei then pinched her rosy nipple.

Ouyang Xueyu's face flushed crimson, and she hummed softly, "Hehe, these are Xue'er's nipples."

Xiao Wei patted her vulva and said, "And what about this stinky hole that's leaking so much juice?"

Ouyang Xueyu rolled her eyes at her son and sighed as she replied, "This is Mommy's 'lotus cunt.'"

"Who's going to play with this cunt?" Xiao Wei asked with a grin, holding his fingers, which were covered in vaginal fluid and urine, to Ouyang Xueyu's lips.

Holding her son's finger in her mouth and licking her own bodily fluids, Ouyang Xue said in a coquettish voice, "Of course it's for my son, Master Xiaowei, to play with."

"What if I asked you to let other men play with it, would that be okay?"

Ouyang Xue didn't quite catch on for a moment, then said, "As long as you're willing, this bitch's cunt can be played with by any man. Oh, I'm not coming anymore, you're bullying my mother, I'm not a prostitute, how can I let anyone play with me? Master, you're so bad!"

"Ha, you're a slut, a whore, a bitch, born to be played with by men." Xiaowei humiliated Ouyang Xue to his heart's content, preparing to completely tear off his mother's noble veil, his big cock shoving all the way into her anus.

"Ah, so full, so beautiful, yes, mother is the most despicable prostitute, the most lewd bitch, Xue'er was born to be ridden by men!" With a wanton cry, a stream of hot urine gushed out from Ouyang Xue's open tender hole, directly splashing into Ouyang Xue's little mouth.

“呵呵，主人正在肏你什么？”

“主人雄壮的肉棒正在捅母狗的骚屁眼咧！”

“那你的臭屁眼是给谁用呢？”

“欧阳雪的屁眼专给我的儿子主人小伟用。”

小伟坏笑着在欧阳雪的脸上打了一掌说：“不对，小母狗，欠揍的婊子！”

欧阳雪疑惑的看着小伟，看到儿子脸上的坏笑，不由心里明了，便迎合着浪笑道：“除了主人你可以随便用之外，别的男人也可以随便肏，嘻嘻，婊子雪儿的骚屁眼让别人肏烂了，大鸡巴主人就没得这样好的屁眼玩啦。”

“我的亲亲骚雪儿，儿子爱死你了。”

“好儿子，雪儿的亲哥哥，雪儿也爱死你的大鸡巴了。”

“骚妈妈，儿子的鸡巴大不大，肏你的骚屁眼爽不爽吗？”

"Oh, it feels so good! My dear master's cock is so amazing, so powerful. It's making Xue'er's bones feel weak, making me lose control of my bladder and bowels."

As the penis thrust in and out, Ouyang Xue's urine gradually decreased. Xiao Wei stroked his mother's body, which was covered in sweat and urine, and continued to tease her, saying, "Mom, do you like incest?"

"Yes! Xue'er likes incest with her own son!"

"Hehe, is that so? Don't you like Grandpa fucking you?"

"Hmm, I like it too, but your grandpa has never fucked a slut's asshole before."

"Then from now on, let Grandpa fuck your asshole too, and let other men fuck your slutty mouth, slutty tits, slutty armpits, and slutty feet, okay?"

"Oh, so many big cocks, they've fucked this slut's body all over. Xue'er will die under your big cocks!" Ouyang Xue felt as if she were surrounded by countless big cocks, each thick, long penis wantonly defiling her plump, white flesh. That lewd atmosphere filled her with longing.

Her lewd words stimulated both Xiao Wei and Ouyang Xue, driving them both madly into the abyss of lust.

Seeing the change in his mother's face, Xiao Wei knew that the Pandora's box of promiscuity in her heart had been opened, and it was time to take the final step. So he gripped Ouyang Xue's thighs tightly, and his big cock launched the final assault.

"Oh, Mom, I'm going to fuck you to death, fuck your asshole raw."

"Even if you fuck me to death and raw, I, the bitch mom, will be willing, oh... Master son... Mom... Big cock brother... You really know how to play with women... That's great... You're going to fuck this bitch to death... Oh... Big cock... Ah..." Ouyang Xue screamed, the remaining urine in her urethra and the lustful fluid in her vagina vying to be released.

"Call me daddy, call me big cock daddy! From now on, I'm your real daddy, you know, ah, hurry up, daddy's going to cum." Xiao Wei could already feel the heat in his cock concentrating on the shaft, rushing towards the glans.

Ouyang Xue felt the large penis grow even thicker, almost completely stretching her anus open. The enormous glans scraped against her tender anal flesh, as if trying to rip out her heart: "Yes... Xue'er's dear son... Xue'er's... big-penis daddy... big-penis father... Daddy, you're fucking your daughter so comfortably... Ah... this slutty daughter's anus is so beautiful."

"Bitch daughter, continue, continue talking slutty things, Daddy likes to hear it." Xiao Wei was already at the ready, his large penis deeply embedded in Ouyang Xue's anus, motionless, waiting for the final countdown.

"Oh, Daddy, Xiao Wei Daddy, your daughter was born from your fucking of your mother." Ouyang Xue knew her son liked to ejaculate while listening to her talk slutty things, so she uttered lewd words that even she couldn't have imagined.

Xiao Wei asked urgently, "How did my grandmother let me fuck her?"

Ouyang Xue's beautiful eyes were filled with lust as she vigorously shook her large breasts and said, "My mother stripped naked, kneeling in front of you like a bitch, opening her cunt and asshole for you to fuck. You ejaculated into my mother's slutty cunt, and that's how she gave birth to me. My mother and I are your bitches and your sex slaves for life."

Hearing his mother's lewd words, Xiao Wei's penis suddenly opened, and a thick, hot stream of semen shot out, hitting Ouyang Xue's rectum with a "plop plop." After ejaculating more than a dozen times, Xiao Wei pulled out his wet penis and slumped down next to Ouyang Xue.

"You slutty daughter, go clean up, Daddy wants to sleep." Seeing his mother enjoying herself with her eyes closed, Xiao Wei quickly slapped her large breasts.

"Yes, daughter understands." The cleanup after each sexual encounter was Ouyang Xue's favorite part. Not only could she admire the magnificence of the 'dog-beating stick' up close, but she could also fully enjoy the deliciousness of the large penis. Obediently lying beside Xiao Wei's legs, looking at the wet, throbbing shaft, Ouyang Xue hesitated. It turned out that this enormous penis that had brought her to such ecstasy was covered in her urine, and the round glans was still stained with yellow feces and white semen. Looking down at the slightly pungent smell of the large penis, Ouyang Xue was momentarily stunned.

"Haha, what? Don't you want to lick your master's cock clean?" Xiao Wei chuckled inwardly, knowing his mother was still clinging to her pride, so he struck a blow: "You filthy bitch, you've drunk plenty of your master's semen and urine, even your own stinky piss, so why can't you eat your own poop now?"

"Waaah, Daddy, this bitch isn't used to it yet, let me prepare it, I'll definitely wash your big cock clean for you." Ouyang Xue grasped the penis with her small hand, brought it to her nose, and kept smelling it, the stench slowly permeating her ingrained submissiveness.

Xiao Wei pressed his advantage, urging, "Xue'er, don't hesitate. You're inherently lewd and vile. You were born to be a man's sex slave. Your favorite food is shit and pee. That stench is the sweetest thing to you. My dear little bitch, the golden nectar that Daddy pulls out of your ass with his cock is yours anyway. There's nothing wrong with you eating it now. Come on, be brave. Once you get through this, you'll be the number one slut and whore in the world. All the men in the world will be obsessed with you, and all the men's big cocks will pay homage to you. Hurry up, you stinking bitch."

"Oh, Ouyang Xue is a vile bitch, a lewd bitch. I love eating shit and drinking pee." Ouyang Xue's mind was in turmoil. The stench under her nose slowly became less foul and instead filled with an alluring scent. She subconsciously licked the golden substance on the glans with her tongue: "Hmm, a little bitter, but the taste is not bad." She opened her mouth and swallowed most of the penis.

"Gulp... gulp," Ouyang Xue cleaned the filth off the large penis mouthful by mouthful, her tongue constantly rolling as she swallowed the urine, feces, and semen.

"You slutty mom, you really are a complete lowlife, hehe, how does it taste?"

"Delicious, Daddy Master, your bitch daughter loves it."

"Then lick your balls clean too."

"Yes, bitch obeys." Ouyang Xue tilted her head, her fragrant tongue quickly licking Xiao Wei's testicles.

In no time, Xiao Wei's entire genitals were clean.

Ouyang Xue stared blankly at her son's drool-covered penis, savoring the bitter taste in her mouth. She could hardly believe it was her own handiwork. Overwhelmed with anger and bitterness, tears streamed down her beautiful face. She couldn't help but pound Xiao Wei's chest, crying, "Waaah, you stinky son! You've fucked all of my holes, and now you're teasing me like this, tricking me into eating your own shit! Waaah, you're so bad!"

Seeing his mother's pitiful state, Xiao Wei's heart softened. He quickly hugged his mother's body and whispered soothingly, "Mom, these things are already inside my body. It doesn't matter if they go back inside. Besides, as long as we love each other, it's just a game." "You

stinky son, you're taking advantage of me now. You're my nemesis. You've turned me into a whore even more despicable than a prostitute." Ouyang Xue nestled in her son's broad arms, sighing softly, "Son, my master, as long as you don't mind my lewdness, I'll be your personal toilet. I just beg you not to leave me."

“I can’t bear to leave my beautiful, sexy bitch, hehe, toilet mom, son needs to poop, come and eat, haha!” Xiao Wei twisted on Ouyang Xue’s big breasts and jumped off the bed with a playful laugh.

Ouyang Xue jumped off the bed with a charming laugh and scolding, and suddenly felt her anus loosen, as if liquid was gushing out: “Oh dear, stinky daddy, you filled my anus with semen.” She quickly ran to the bathroom.

“Haha, not only do you have a ‘lotus treasure hole,’ you also gave birth to a ‘top-quality anus.’” Xiao Wei smiled and watched his mother disappear before his eyes, his heart filled with the warmth of love!

[The End]

After the massage, I frantically inserted the lawyer and my sister

’s lover’s wedding dress.

'Mother’s Confession’ (Part 1)

I think all mothers in the world are like me!

When I first discovered that the son I had raised with great difficulty since childhood was about to get married, the feeling was indescribable. Actually, it was more like jealousy than reluctance. There was no reason why the son I had spent more than 20 years of my life caring for would become another woman’s in such a short time.

This feeling left me unable to find balance. Every time I saw my son and his girlfriend being affectionate, a nameless anger would ignite within me. I knew very well that no matter how gentle and demure the girl acted in front of me, it wouldn't lessen my dissatisfaction with her; it would only deepen my hatred. I knew that the so-called mother-in-law/daughter-in-law problem was, to me, nothing more clear than jealousy. This situation had been going on for several years. It started when I first discovered he was writing love letters to a female classmate when he was sixteen. I was furious and berated him severely, like a madwoman. At the time, my reasoning couldn't have been more justified: he was still in school, and having friends of the opposite sex would only hinder his studies and future. Perhaps it's more accurate to say that from that moment on, I realized I no longer trusted my son. Like any other mother, I filtered his phone calls, restricted his outings, and prevented him from interacting with any women. My efforts were quite successful, but they also cost me a great deal of time and energy. Even if he just wanted to go to the movies, I would go with him regardless of whether I liked it or not. And it proved to be the right thing to do; several times I knew I had successfully stopped him from secretly going to the movies with girls.

My son graduated high school smoothly and was admitted to a good national university, which made me feel comforted and proud, because my efforts had finally paid off. However, I also knew that university life would give my son more opportunities to pursue the opposite sex. I knew this because that's how I was raised. I understood my position; I couldn't stop him from dating anymore, because that would be a morbid way of disciplining him. So I tried to adjust myself, constantly telling myself that my son was growing up and it was time to let go. I tried to let my son date freely, just as I had tried to stop him before. But I just couldn't accept any of the girls my son brought home. Although I acted quite open-minded, I knew very well that none of those girls met my ideal, and none of them were worthy of my son. I objectively analyzed each girl's flaws for him from a woman's perspective. Although he couldn't fully accept it, I felt a strange sense of accomplishment because I had successfully eliminated many girls I didn't like for him time and time again. Perhaps it should be said that, so far, there isn't a single girl I can accept. I can't, and don't want to, admit that my insecure dependence on my son is unhealthy, because I always believe I can find an absolutely valid reason to convince myself that it stems from a mother's love. However, to my dismay, he has started to ignore my opinions. He's slowly beginning to contradict me, which has inexplicably heightened my sense of crisis. This time, I might lose. I don't know exactly what I've lost, but no matter how picky I am, the girl he's dating this time seems to have made up his mind.

Frankly speaking, this girl is one in a million, a top-tier choice in terms of family background, character, and appearance. Because of this, the intense hatred I feel is particularly strong. I don't know, I really don't know why I hate all her good qualities. Maybe I'm really sick. I even look in the mirror and tell myself that my appearance is no worse than hers. Although I'm older than her, she definitely doesn't have my alluring maturity. Maybe I really am sick. Every time I take a bath, I proudly display my impressive breasts in front of the mirror, then think about her flat chest and smile smugly. But none of this can end my inner turmoil. They've been dating for over a year, and next month my son will graduate from university. He insists on getting married after graduation. I'm going to lose, completely lose, losing my son, whom I've raised with over twenty years of effort, to a woman I've only known for a few months.

'My Son's Confession' (Part 1)

I really don't know what's wrong with me. Since I was old enough to understand, I've always felt an extreme sense of insecurity, always feeling that one day I'll be abandoned by everyone and live a lonely life.

Some might think it's because I lost my father's love at a young age. But I firmly deny that. Although I was already in elementary school and mature enough when my father left, I never longed for him to come back, and even... I wished I never had a father. Perhaps not having a father has affected me to some extent!

So I've always felt that my mother doesn't care enough about me, and I always want her to be within my sight at all times, never leaving my side, even though my classmates say she's too controlling and I have no freedom.

But I don't care at all, because I need it. I need more affirmation, to be sure that my mother won't suddenly leave me one day. So, I always deliberately remind my mother to notice my presence. When I was sixteen, I created a virtual lover and deliberately wrote several love letters to this virtual lover, placing them where my mother could easily find them. I knew she would be furious, and sure enough, she was angrier than ever before. For several days, she cried and lectured me relentlessly. I was very happy about this, although my expression was very serious at the time. I liked it this way, but I had no intention of hurting my mother. I knew that from then on, she placed a deeper constraint on my actions, and that was exactly what I wanted. Occasionally, when I wanted to see a movie, she would casually say she wanted to too, and if I secretly made a phone call to let her know, she would happily go with me. But I knew this wasn't enough. I had to find a real girl, appear before her, and make her feel a truly stronger sense of unease.

So, after starting university, I would always find various opportunities to invite female classmates home. Although my mother didn't say anything, I could tell she was very dissatisfied with those girls. She would patiently analyze their strengths and weaknesses, telling me what kind of girl was suitable for me. Of course, I knew they weren't good enough, because the most perfect woman in my mind was someone like my mother.

But don't assume I have a mother complex because few people can understand what it means to depend on each other. My mother and I were like that, and I believe that even in a mother-son relationship, mutual education is necessary. This was the test I posed to my mother. She never disappointed me; her performance was almost perfect. The only flaw was that she always seemed to hold back something in what she said and did to me.

So I gave her an even tougher challenge. When I was a junior in college, I met a girl from the Chinese Literature department in a club. She was the most elegant girl I had ever met.

Although she still couldn't compare to my mother, I knew that this kind of girl could give my mother the biggest challenge, so I brought her home. But let me make it clear first, that girl was just my senior in the drama club. The main reason I could invite her home so often was under the pretext of rehearsals. Because the drama club's grandest graduation performance in recent years was going to be the male and female leads, and our rehearsal requirements were to be flawless. So, whenever we had time, we would rehearse together. My mother seemed to be really stumped by this biggest problem. She was almost like a defeated rooster in front of that girl. Plus, I would always hint to my mother when the girl left that we were already very close and that I was deeply infatuated with her. My mother's helplessness was written all over her face. Many times she seemed about to speak but couldn't, unable to say what she truly wanted to say. This finally led me to reveal to her during my senior year of college that I wanted to get married the year I graduated.

This move was indeed cruel to my mother. Looking at her forlorn expression, I began to doubt myself. What was wrong with me? What was I trying to prove? My mother's care for me was beyond question, so why was I tormenting her? Seeing my mother occasionally crying in her room, I couldn't help but regret it. How should I end this?

'Mother's Confession' (Part Two)

Sigh! What's wrong with me?

My son is getting married, so why am I so sad? She's a good girl, she'll definitely take good care of him.

Is it because she's too good?

Am I still jealous?

Maybe, but that reason is definitely not enough, otherwise, why can't I stop feeling so lost?

Yes!

I don't want my son to leave my side at all. I want to keep my son by my side forever. But that's wrong, that's too selfish. This child will definitely have a bright future. Even if he gets married, he will still be filial to me as always. What else could I possibly worry about?

No, no, I really can't bear to see him in another woman's arms.

But... God!

How could I feel this way?

He's my own son, not a lover, not a husband, how can I feel this way?

God!

Tell me what to do?

Should I stop him?

Tell my son that his mother can't live without him; no, he'll definitely say he'll still take good care of me after marriage and that I shouldn't worry.

Then... tell him... don't get married, that his mother is better than her; that's also... no, that's not a valid reason! Sigh!

Am I really sick?

I'm actually jealous over this, ah... yes! I am jealous, but... why? I understand... no... I don't understand, I can't think like this, we're mother and son! But... I'm so jealous, I really want to snatch my son away from her, but then what?

I don't care anymore, I have no reason to suffer like this, so be it!

'Son's Confession' (Part Two)

Graduation is almost here, and my joke really went too far. Seeing Mom so listless every day breaks my heart. Should I tell her the truth, that I lied to her? No, that would hurt her too much.

Then… I'll say I don't want to get married for now, and we'll talk about it in a few years.

But… what was the point of playing this game with Mom for so long?

Did I want her to care about me more?

No, that's all in the past. Now, it's obvious that Mom cares about me more than just; she's given me far more than any other mother. What more do I want from Mom?

Yes! I want Mom… no, that's impossible. She's my biological mother. How can I have such thoughts about her? But…

Mom really… God! No, this thought is too absurd!

I can see that Mom doesn't want me to get married at all. To put it bluntly, Mom doesn't like me being with any woman. Yes, that's true, but I will get married sooner or later, and live with other women. Mom must know that too. But… Mom seems different lately. She always dresses up especially nicely, no, I should say sexy. I've never seen her like this before. When I ask her, she doesn't seem to have any particular social obligations, she just asks if I look good,

if I like it.

What is Mom thinking?

Mom has always been beautiful, that's from the bottom of my heart.

Plus, her recent changes always make my eyes glued to her, especially… her long legs, her firm hips, her high… ah! How can I… But… Mom really makes me… Sigh!

To be honest, I really want to hug her, to feel Mom's beautiful, slender body. It should be okay, right?

Mom wouldn't object to her son hugging her.

But… what I want… Ah! God! What I want isn't just… No, she's my mother, how can I have such thoughts?

But I can't lie to myself. Every time I see Mom's back… that tight skirt that hugs her hips…

the obvious lines of her panties on that skirt make me want… Why does Mom only dress like this at home? Is it… for me to see? Then… what is her purpose?

Could it be that Mom wants to… Yes, maybe that's it. Mom doesn't like me marrying another woman, so… No, impossible, we're mother and son. Mom seducing me… Impossible, but… Sigh! Let's just say she is!

Yes, Mom is seducing me, otherwise she wouldn't give me such obvious hints. Besides, she used to dress properly after showering, but lately, she's always walking around the living room wrapped in a towel, letting me see her high breasts, and… under the towel, she's really not wearing anything, I can tell.

'Mother and son's confession' Shuling slowly took off her clothes, carefully examining herself in the mirror.

"Xiaowei will be back soon, what should I wear today?"

Shuling picked up a light purple lace thong she had just bought from a boutique today, comparing it to her lower body.

"Hmm… so small, will I be able to fit into it?"

The sexy thong in Shuling's hand was just a tiny piece. Shuling recalled what the boutique clerk had said: "Miss, you could exchange your bra for a larger size. It'll be more comfortable and won't feel so tight."

"Oh! It's alright, I'm used to wearing tighter ones."

Shuling thought about how these past few days, whenever she wore tight underwear, whether in trousers or a tight skirt, she could feel her son's burning gaze from behind. This gave her a strange sense of joy, as if she had won the first battle in her competition with her future daughter-in-law.

Whenever she turned around and moved around in the living room or anywhere else in the house, she knew that her son's peripheral vision always followed her hips. This made her feel even more itchy from the tight panties under her skirt. She would unconsciously touch her buttocks where her son couldn't see, trying to feel the lines in his eyes.

She knew even more clearly that if she bent over and stuck out her hips, the outline and size of her panties would be completely exposed. Whenever she did this, she seemed to clearly hear the gurgling sounds coming from her son's throat behind her.

This was undoubtedly a compliment to her beyond words. After realizing this, she always liked to bend over and do things in front of her son. Sometimes she even felt her skirt was too long; if it were a little shorter, perhaps…

Shuling slowly slipped her feet into the newly bought panties, pulling them up inch by inch until they were completely against her lower body. She was extremely satisfied. Turning around in front of the mirror, she looked at her buttocks; the fabric at the back only covered half of her buttocks.

“Hmm… Xiaowei will definitely like it.”

Full of anticipation, Shuling put on a matching bra, suddenly wanting her son to see her new lingerie.

So, over the light purple bra, she put on a close-fitting white t-shirt, then looked in the mirror. Sure enough, through the thin white t-shirt, not only was the light purple clearly visible, but even the delicate lace trim was completely exposed.

“Then… what about below?”

Shuling considered for a moment and opened the wardrobe.

She searched her wardrobe for a suitable dress, and looking at the coarse cloth pajamas hanging in the corner, she thought of the sheer, almost transparent pajamas she had seen at the boutique earlier that day.

She also remembered the saleswoman's words: "How about this one? Your husband will absolutely..."

Hearing the saleswoman's hint, Shuling almost impulsively wanted to buy it, but the thought of showing it off to her son in such a revealing outfit made her hesitate.

"Sigh! I should have bought it."

Shuling looked at her usual tightly-fitting pajamas and couldn't help but regret not buying that incredibly alluring one.

Finally, she chose a tight-fitting skirt that clung perfectly to her hips.

Just then, she heard the door open; her son was home.

Shuling quickly put on the skirt and went out of the room.

"Mom..."

Xiaowei had just taken off his shoes and looked up to see his mother coming out of the room, his expression showing surprise.

"You're back. Wash up, and we'll have dinner ready."

Seeing her son's expression and reaction, Shuling felt quite pleased.

Shuling carried dishes of food in and out of the kitchen, deliberately bending low as she placed them on the table. She knew the tight skirt she wore today clung to her hips, clearly showing off her curves, and…

the panties that only covered half her buttocks would definitely be sexy, the lace trim a clear image in her son's eyes. Shuling slowly and methodically arranged the dishes, trying to keep her shapely buttocks in her son's sight for as long as possible.

As she did this, besides the clinking of the dishes, she was certain her son was staring intently at her back. At that moment, she felt a tingling sensation starting from her knees. She gently bent her knees, alternating between high and low, causing her hips to undulate gently like small waves, making the lines of her panties even more clearly visible. A moment later, Shuling exaggeratedly swayed her hips from side to side before returning to the kitchen.

She could almost hear her son's heart letting out a long sigh of admiration in the still air.

Besides joy and pride, a complex mix of emotions swirled within her.

"Why am I so happy? Am I seducing my own son? Why am I doing this?"

Shuling was filled with unanswered contradictions.

Xiaowei finally finished his last final exams of his university life, but he knew he hadn't done well. He couldn't concentrate on his studies these past few days; his mother's swaying hips always kept him distracted at his desk. His mind kept replaying the unique curves of her hips that had been swirling in her body lately. He had never seen anything like it on his mother before. He had never paid attention to her clothes before, but recently, he didn't know when it had started, his mother had become like a butterfly, always presenting a different stunning sight when he came home from school.

This had led him to habitually search the laundry basket for the source of those curves in his mother's hips that day.

The various sexy lingerie pieces in the basket always stood out, making him unconsciously spend more time in the bathroom. His mother seemed to see through him, always watching him with a knowing, ambiguous look after he left the bathroom. Despite this, he didn't blame her for disrupting his studies. Even after finishing his last exam, he went home with a joyful anticipation.

When he got home, his mother didn't disappoint; she was dressed provocatively again, the pale purple lace peeking out from her white, form-fitting t-shirt making his heart race.

His mother bustled about in the kitchen and living room like a butterfly, while he pretended to read the newspaper, sitting on the sofa admiring the view from behind. The extremely narrow crease of her panties on her buttocks was clearly imprinted in his eyes

, further satisfying his anticipation. His mother seemed to be deliberately letting him admire her, lingering on her rounded buttocks longer than usual.

He felt his mother's recent changes were intentional, but was she really seducing him?

Or had she found someone new?

But he only ever saw his mother dressed like this when he came home from school; normally, she dressed quite conservatively when she went out.

However, he wasn't entirely sure if his mother's change was truly a seduction. He just couldn't find a reason to explain her purpose.

At the dinner table, mother and son fell silent.

Shuling could see that as her son ate his rice, his eyes would frequently dart towards her crotch.

"Ahem! Xiaowei, tomorrow's graduation ceremony..."

"Yes...yes..." "

Then...you and...and Xiaoling..."

Shuling was most concerned about this matter.

"How is it?"

"The marriage."

"Oh...this...what does Mom and Grandma think?"

"I...I still think...you're still young, maybe we should wait..."

"Mom doesn't like Xiaoling?"

Seeing his mother's hesitant question, Xiaowei seemed to understand her intention, which was the purpose he had been using to get his mother's attention for so many years.

"Oh! No...no...Mom means...you...I..."

"Mom! Just say what you want to say!"

"This..."

Shuling wanted to say, "Please don't get married, okay?" but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"I like Xiaoling!"

Xiaowei looked at his mother and said firmly.

"..."

Her son's words left Shuling speechless.

"I want to stay with Xiaoling for the rest of my life,"

her son said, looking into her eyes.

"Sigh..."

Shuling sighed deeply, feeling a pang of sadness, but she couldn't show it too obviously. She understood her son's determination this time; he had been bringing this up constantly since his junior year of college, a stark contrast to his previous casual relationships with other girls.

"You...aren't you going to abandon your mother?"

Shuling asked with a hint of resentment.

"How could I? I still live with you, Mom!"

"..."

Shuling couldn't refute him.

"Sigh, Xiaoling is a good girl, she will definitely...take good care of you,"

Shuling said helplessly, her words against her will. In that instant, she suddenly felt that her recent behavior was ridiculous. She didn't even know what the purpose of her sexy transformation was.

Even if it was to seduce her son, so what?

What about the future?

Could she really keep her son this time, forever?

As Shuling thought about it, she felt like a complete failure. Her confidence in her perfect figure seemed to have been shattered in an instant, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Mom... what's wrong, Grandma..."

Xiaowei saw his mother suddenly deflate like a balloon, her spirits fading, and he impulsively wanted to hug her and tell her the truth.

"N-nothing..."

Shuling accidentally knocked a spoon off the table with a "thud," and the spoon rolled under the table.

Xiaowei squatted down to pick it up, but his hands couldn't reach it, so he crawled under the table.

But as soon as Xiaowei picked up the spoon, he turned around under the table and saw his mother's slightly parted thighs, with a small piece of light purple cloth at the crotch.

Xiaowei couldn't help but look away; it was the little triangle of underwear that his mother had just revealed on her buttocks, which had aroused him so much.

Although it was only a brief pause, Shuling had already noticed her son's gaze under the table, and hope rekindled in her heart. So she did something even bolder, slowly spreading her legs wider. Xiao Wei, who hadn't been able to see clearly before, now had a full view of the lace trim on his mother's panties. He was reluctant to leave under the table, but couldn't be too obvious, so he finally crawled out, his face completely red.

Shuling, seeing her son's expression, couldn't help but chuckle.

"Mom! What are you laughing at?"

"Your face is as red as Guan Yu's! What did you see?"

Shuling blurted out, only to realize she'd been too direct.

"N-nothing!"

Seeing her son's embarrassed expression, Shuling's previously low spirits seemed to return to their cheerful state, because she felt that what she had done these past few days wasn't entirely useless. However, she still didn't know what her next step was. Perhaps she knew, but… she dared not think so.

"Hmm! Are you full? Mom can't eat anymore, I'll go take a shower first. We'll clear the dishes later!"

Shuling said and left the table. A moment later, the sound of a shower came from the bathroom, which brought back the feelings Xiaowei had just experienced from his mother's arousal.

Xiaowei stood outside the bathroom, lost in thought, suddenly realizing that his feelings for his mother had long since transcended the boundaries of mother and son. At this moment, he was completely focused on his mother's naked body. Although he had never actually seen his mother naked, every inch of her mature and alluring body was stimulating his primal male desires.

He seemed to be fantasizing about seeing right through the bathroom door when suddenly the door opened.

"Ah!"

Xiaowei suddenly snapped out of his reverie.

"Xiaowei...you..."

Shuling was slightly startled to see someone standing in the bathroom doorway as she stepped out, but upon seeing her son standing there in a daze, she felt an inexplicable joy.

"Mom...I...I need to use the bathroom."

To cover his embarrassment, Xiaowei quickly slipped past Shuling into the bathroom and immediately closed the door.

"Hehe..."

Shuling felt another inexplicable joy. "

Son, I specially picked out these underwear for you. You'll like them, won't you?"

Shuling seemed to know what her son would see as soon as he entered the bathroom.

As soon as Xiaowei entered the still-steaming bathroom, he found his mother's light purple thong rolled up in the laundry basket.

A little nervously, Xiaowei reached out and picked it up to examine it closely, slowly unfolding it. He saw a damp stain on the alluring little piece of fabric. Xiaowei couldn't help but touch it with his fingers; it felt a little sticky.

Xiaowei had seen his mother's washed underwear countless times, but this discovery particularly excited him. It was the lubrication from a woman's lovemaking.

"Mom just now..."

Xiaowei's discovery thrilled him. Why was his mother excited?

Was it because of those sexy panties?

Or because of him...?

He brought the panties to his nose; a faint scent of clothing combined with the body odor of a woman's secretions created an aphrodisiac that could drive any man crazy. Xiaowei used his mother's panties in the bathroom to satisfy his physical urges.

After everything was back to normal, Xiaowei opened the bathroom door.

"Mom..."

Xiaowei found his mother still standing outside the door wrapped in a towel.

"Are you done? Mom will take the clothes to wash!"

Shuling said and went into the bathroom.

"Hehe..."

Shuling immediately saw that the panties she had rolled up when she took them off were now spread out and lying flat in the laundry basket. She knew that her son really liked them, and she couldn't help but smile smugly.

"Xiaowei, come, sit down, chat with Mom."

Soon after, Shuling changed into a tight-fitting T-shirt and extremely narrow and short shorts. Xiao Wei watched his mother enter the room wrapped in a bath towel and waited for her to come out. He seemed to have developed a habit of watching his mother change clothes, a thrilling anticipation. Shu Ling's shorts clung tightly to her lower body, and Xiao Wei could almost see the intimate area of her shorts, deeply embedded in a narrow slit. "

Let's talk about Xiao Ling!"

Shu Ling pulled her son's hand and sat him down on the sofa.

"That...that kind of thing? " Xiao Wei asked

nervously. "Have you talked to her about marriage? " "Um...not yet?" " Not yet? Mom thought..." "She'll agree. I know she feels the same way I do; we can't live without each other. She'll definitely agree. Her parents are gone, and I swore I'd take care of her for the rest of my life." "Sigh...you're so...thoughtful. If only I could have...a man as considerate as you!" "Mom already has one!" "Oh! Yes! Mom already has you, but...you're my son." Shu Ling's thoughts were on the bedroom; although her son was considerate, that was different. What tormented her was that since her husband left her, she had focused almost all her attention on her son, never even considering other men. "Mom, don't worry! I won't let you down...you'll live up to your expectations." "Mom's expectations...Mom's expectations..." Hearing her son say this, Shuling thought, "Mom expects you to always be by my side, as your mother..." But of course, she couldn't say those words. "Sigh..." Shuling helplessly held her son's hand and sighed. It seemed there was no turning back on her son's marriage. Shuling's emotions were in turmoil. She longed for her son to say he didn't want to get married, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't change his resolve. The only thing she was certain of was that her son had a very strong desire for her body. Shuling's thoughts raced. She knew she was trying to sabotage her son's relationship, trying to use her motherly authority to take back the love he was about to give to another woman, but she didn't want her son to resent her or even hate her in the end. "Sigh! I'm so foolish. No matter how hard I try to keep my son, I can't replace his wife, replace... this... can I? Why can't I? I can! It's just... Xiaowei... he definitely won't accept it... he'll despise me. Sigh..." Shuling's chaotic thoughts caused her brows to furrow involuntarily. "Mom, what's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" "...Um... a little!" "What is it? Tell me, okay?" Xiaowei gripped his mother's hand even tighter. "This... nothing..." Shuling, feeling her son's firm grip, almost blurted out her inner thoughts. "Mom, tell me! Don't make me worry, okay?" "Mom really is nothing, Mom's going to her room." Shuling could only avoid her son's gaze by escaping, quickly getting up and returning to her room. Back in her room, Shuling simply sat in front of her dressing table, lost in thought, looking at herself in the mirror. Although she looked a little melancholy, she still had considerable confidence in her appearance. Thinking about it, she couldn't help but recall the burning gaze her son had given her. She unconsciously took off her top and shorts again, looking at the black, sexy lingerie she had put on him after his shower. She had always been unwilling to admit that her daily attire was ultimately a way of showing herself to her son in these clothes; otherwise, her purpose in buying so much sexy lingerie would be irrational. Finally, she admitted it, saying to herself, "Xiaowei, Mom will show you this body completely, so you won't have to sneak peeks at Mom's underwear in the bathroom anymore." "Mom, can I come in?" her son suddenly asked from the doorway. "..." Shuling was momentarily speechless, remaining silent for a long time.

"Mom...is Grandma alright?"

Xiaowei's voice sounded anxious from outside the door.

"Mom's fine...you...come in!"

Shuling made a decision in an instant; she decided to let her son in, willing to take a gamble.

"Ah...Mom, I...I'm sorry."

Xiaowei pushed open the door and saw his mother wearing only a bra and panties. He was a little flustered and immediately turned to leave.

"Xiaowei, it's okay...come here!"

Shuling tried to make her voice natural and gentle, but she could hear that her voice was trembling slightly.

"..."

Hearing his mother call him, Xiaowei felt a mix of surprise and trepidation, and turned around. The body he had longed to see for so long was standing in front of him.

His mother's black mesh bra couldn't cover her nipples at all, and below, a dark shadow seemed about to burst out from the semi-transparent lace.

"Child...does Mom look...good?"

"Yes...yes...good..."

Xiaowei stammered.

"Hehe... Sit down!"

Shuling saw that her son's embarrassment far surpassed her own, and she immediately became more at ease.

"Mom... Grandma..."

Xiaowei, seeing the body he had longed for, was flustered by excitement and nervousness.

"Xiaowei, seriously! Between Mom and Xiaoling, who do you think is prettier?"

"I... I haven't..."

"Oh! Really? You two... haven't..."

"No!"

"Ha... ha... So our Xiaowei is still... a virgin?"

"Oh dear! Mom... Grandma..."

"Ha... You're so honest. Aren't you about to get married? How come... Heh, it's rare to see someone like you these days."

Shuling had assumed that her son and the girl had already been intimate, which was why he was so eager to get married. She hadn't expected her son to have no experience at all. Shuling carefully examined her son. From his expression, she could tell that he wasn't lying to her.

"Mom... what exactly does Grandma want?"

Xiaowei was too afraid to look his mother in the eye.

"Oh! How can you get married if you're so shy? Hehe... Don't be shy, actually, I'm very happy that my son is so well-behaved!"

"But... I don't dare let my classmates know! Otherwise, they'll laugh at me to death."

"Ha... Good son, what will you do when you get married!"

Shuling lovingly hugged her son. Xiaowei was embraced by his mother's body, which was only wearing underwear. The unique fragrance of a woman made him even more excited, and he couldn't help but change physically.

Xiaowei's face was pressed against his mother's chest. He didn't know if his mother was doing it intentionally or unintentionally, but he was almost "pressing"

against her to admire her ample breasts. The black half-cup semi-transparent silk bra allowed Xiaowei to clearly see the entire appearance of his mother's breasts. Xiaowei's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his warm breath kept blowing on her half-exposed breasts. Xiaowei couldn't see his mother's expression, but he knew that his mother was not indifferent, because he noticed that

the rise and fall of his mother's breasts was getting faster and faster. The two of them remained silent, as if they were trying to find each other's reaction. Finally, Shuling made the first move.

"Son, have you... ever kissed someone?"

Shuling asked, stroking her son's cheek.

"No... no..."

Xiaowei looked at his mother's eyes, his heart racing with anticipation for her next move.

"Oh! Ha... that's really... you can't even kiss properly, your future bride will be disappointed!"

"Mom..."

"Hmm..."

Shuling looked at her son's blushing face and slowly moved her face closer to his.

Xiaowei was extremely nervous; his mother was going to kiss him.

Just as Shuling's lips were almost touching Xiaowei's, she suddenly stopped.

"Do you like seeing Mom dressed like this?"

Shuling suddenly stood up, changing the subject.

"Mom... I... like it... Mom is so beautiful..."

"Really?"

"Of course... Mom's figure is really amazing."

"Hmm... I'm glad you like it... do you want to... touch it..."

Shuling said boldly.

"Yes... yes..."

Xiaowei said excitedly.

“That won’t do. Mom can only promise you that I’ll wear the underwear you like to see often, okay?”

“Okay…of course…but…”

Xiao Wei was a little disappointed, but his mother’s opinion was beginning to touch on his desires.

“But every time you can only look at Mom’s underwear through her pants and wonder what it looks like? Or in the bathroom…”

Shu Ling bluntly revealed her son’s secret.

“Mom…Grandma…”

Xiao Wei was a little embarrassed that his secret had been exposed by his mother.

“Heh…it’s okay! Mom doesn’t mind. Mom knows you’ll like it. Actually…Mom is very happy, really, um…we’ll talk about it later! Okay, you can go out now. Don’t worry about Mom, Mom is fine.”

“Mom…I…”

Xiao Wei saw that his mother stopped like this and looked quite disappointed. He didn’t intend to leave immediately.

“What?”

“Mom…Grandma, could you…could you turn around…”

Xiao Wei could only settle for wanting to take a closer look at his mother’s buttocks in sexy thongs.

"Hehe... Little devil, you see it every day, aren't you tired of it?"

Shuling giggled as her son finally dared to make a request, slowly turning her body and deliberately sticking out her buttocks, making her black lace panties taut even more.

"Mom..."

Xiaowei squatted down, getting close to his mother's buttocks, carefully admiring the curves that he could only see through his outer pants or tight skirt. Now, they were presented to him without any obstruction, right against his mother's buttocks. This excitement made him so impulsive that he almost wanted to press his face against hers. He looked at the bottom of his mother's taut panties, where there was a clear slit. He knew that was his mother's most mysterious forbidden area. A scene he never dared to imagine was now unexpectedly coming true. He never thought his mother would let him see it willingly.

"Little devil... You can look, but you can't touch!"

Shuling turned her head and looked at her son's face, which was almost touching her buttocks. Her son's loving eyes made her feel both satisfied and proud, but she also saw her son's deeper desire.

"Mom..."

Xiao Wei almost couldn't resist wrapping his arms around his mother's full, sexy buttocks and pressing his face against them, but his mother's words stopped him in time. He looked up at his mother's tender eyes.

"Alright, have you seen enough? You won't be afraid of not seeing it again later, will you?"

"Mom... Grandma means..."

"Silly boy! Go out first!"

Hearing his mother's words, Xiao Wei seemed to understand that he could continue to admire her body in this way, and his spirits immediately lifted. Although he was extremely reluctant to take his eyes off his mother, he finally left her room with anticipation and excitement.

"Oh...what..."

After her son left, Shuling finally relaxed, letting go of her long-suppressed excitement. She finally mustered the courage to let her son admire the sexy lingerie she had carefully prepared for him. The main reason she had driven her son away was because his lustful gaze had made her groin tingle. She knew that if she didn't send him away, he would soon see the small piece of fabric between her legs, slowly becoming wet. After her son finally left, she slowly pulled down her panties, revealing a wet patch.

"Hmm... Shuling... Grandma is so bold, what exactly do you want to do? Do you really want to... Sigh... Xiaowei, my heart is so confused. I can't bear to see you with other women. I thought it was just a mother's selfishness, but... how could I... want to be naked with you? That's wrong! But... Shuling! Why am I so excited? Why do

I get wet whenever my son looks at my body?

Mother and son shouldn't be like this! Do you really want to use your body to keep your son's heart? My son is so innocent, can you bear to let him fall into an abyss from which he can't escape?

Is it wrong? Why is it wrong! He is someone you raised with so much love and care, someone you've given so much to..." "He belongs entirely to you, he's your son, and he can be your man too, right?

Can you bear to see your son sleeping with another woman in the same room, doing...that thing together? No, I'd go crazy. But...can you take the place of that woman beside him? Can you bear his children? Can you? No

! I'm his biological mother, how could I commit incest with my son? Can I? Hmm...maybe...if I don't tell anyone...then..."

Shuling was torn by her inner turmoil. In the end, she stripped naked and, in a state of mental confusion, masturbated until she fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Shuling blushed when she saw herself completely naked. After a moment of contemplation, she seemed to have made a new decision.

At noon, Xiaowei had lunch with his classmates, but he had no appetite. He hadn't wanted to go because his mind was preoccupied with his mother. Even a moment's absence from her made him anxious.

After quickly finishing his lunch, he said goodbye early, his heart filled with excited anticipation as he rushed home.

"Mom...I'm home...Mom..."

Xiaowei shouted as soon as he entered the house.

"I know!"

A figure like a sexy goddess emerged from the room.

"Wow...Mom...Grandma..."

The mother Xiaowei saw made his heart race even more than he had expected.

Shuling was wearing a sheer pink nightgown, clearly showing the familiar light purple lace lingerie she wore. It turned out that after her son left, Shuling had immediately gone to the boutique and bought the sexy nightgown she had wanted but hadn't bought yesterday, along with many other sets of lingerie she had admired but dared not purchase.

"How is it? Do you like it?"

Shuling twirled around, the sheer nightgown billowing open like a tent.

"Mom...Grandma is so beautiful..."

Xiaowei was stunned.

"Hehe...Look at you, so lecherous, trying to eat your mother up?"

Shuling teased her son.

"Mom, Grandma...that's so great, I..."

Xiaowei resisted the urge to rush over and hug his mother.

"As long as you like it, Mom will wear this at home from now on, okay?"

"Of course, of course! But..."

Xiaowei said happily.

"But what? No...Mom knows what you're thinking, you have to promise Mom, you can't! Otherwise...Mom will...cover herself up again, and you won't be able to see."

"Hmm..."

Xiaowei was immediately seen through and was somewhat disappointed.

"Don't you think Mom looks the same as not wearing anything?"

"I...I don't know, Mom looks good no matter what she wears."

"Want to see more clearly?"

Shuling, with a provocative look, lifted up her transparent nightgown, revealing a small thong that only covered her private parts.
04-14

Xiaowei saw a thick black shadow rising above the light purple fabric covering his mother's lower body, and a clear slit was visible on the fabric due to the tightness. His mother's boldness made him so excited he could hardly contain himself, but he still didn't dare to do anything to offend her, only blushing with shy excitement.

"Hehe... my good boy, you're shy!"

Shuling adjusted her pajamas, teasing her son.

"Mom... Grandma... really, oh well... whatever!"

"Oh! You mean, Mom should dress even more casually! Okay! Mom has more, do you want to see?"

Shuling continued to tease her son.

"This..."

Xiaowei certainly wanted to see, but his mother's teasing left him speechless.

"No? Then... never mind, Mom spent several thousand yuan to buy it..."

"Yes! I want to see!"

Xiaowei blurted out anxiously.

"Hehe... what's the rush! Later... Mom will show you slowly!"

Shuling giggled and turned to go into the room.

For the entire afternoon, Shuling watched the videotape with her son, wearing only her underwear. Xiaowei's eyes never dared to look at the TV; they were constantly glancing sideways at his sexy mother beside him. Since returning home at noon, his physical desires hadn't stopped. Shuling knew her son was distracted. Actually, she wasn't watching TV either; she was simply experiencing the thrill of this openness. Her son's burning gaze kept her in a state of heightened arousal, and she didn't want to stop feeling it. Sitting on the sofa, she alternated between relaxing and squeezing her legs; she knew she was wet again. But she couldn't show it. Her son's gaze lingered on her inner thighs, catching every movement of her legs. She knew he had tried several times to put his hand on her shoulder, but each time he gave up halfway. Several times she wanted to hint to him that it was okay to be bolder, but she tried her best to restrain herself. She knew that anything she did now would definitely seduce her son to take things further, but a shadow lingered in her heart. Her son actually had a girlfriend he loved, and any actions he took now were merely the impulsiveness of a boy inexperienced in love. If their relationship progressed further, it would only be temporary; soon his heart would fly to another woman. She didn't want that outcome. Her final decision was that she wanted her son's genuine and complete affection.

"Okay, you can put this away now. Mom will go prepare dinner."

Shuling was already incredibly wet.

Shuling squeezed her legs together, stood up, and tried her best to prevent her son from seeing her lower body. Just like yesterday, Shuling, dressed only in her underwear, bustled between the living room and kitchen. While setting the dishes, she habitually stuck out her buttocks for her son to admire from behind. The difference was that this time there was no obstruction; Xiaowei could clearly see his mother's tight panties digging into her buttocks, and the allure of only half-covering her buttocks was even more exciting to him than if she were completely naked. After a while, Shuling became even wetter down there, and she tried her best to keep her legs tightly closed, preventing her son from seeing anything that would excite him more.

At the dining table, a spoon fell again, but this time it was Xiaowei who dropped it. He quickly crawled under the table to pick it up, glancing back at his mother's private parts as before.

Whether her son did it intentionally or accidentally, as he crawled under the table, Shuling suddenly didn't want to cover herself anymore and slightly spread her legs. Xiaowei finally saw the cleft clearly, and he was surprised to find it wet. This time, Xiaowei stayed under the table longer than yesterday.

Shuling didn't urge him; instead, she spread her legs wider and wider, as if in tacit agreement. Just as Shuling noticed her son's hand slowly reaching out, she squeezed her legs together again.

"Have you seen enough?"

"No!"

After a day of walking on the edge with his mother, Xiaowei was bolder this time.

"Hmm… Xiaowei, that's enough, don't go too far! Understand?"

Shuling said, feigning seriousness. Seeing his mother's seriousness, Xiaowei withdrew his impending audacity.

"You can take it now! Mom's going to take a shower."

Shuling knew that if she didn't change her underwear soon, it would look even worse. In the bathroom, Shuling took off her soaked panties. Staring blankly at the pool of white, sticky fluid, she finally fully understood that she needed Xiaowei not only because he was her son, but also because he was the man she had watched grow up over the years and deeply loved. She finally faced the reality that she was different from other mothers. She loved her son, not just wanting to hold

and cherish him, but also wanting to…

give him her body. Lost in thought, Shuling began to fantasize boldly, imagining herself entwined with her son, passionately kissing him, even crossing the barriers she had erected within herself…

She imagined her son finally removing the underwear she had worn for him, his burning member penetrating the place where she had given birth to him.

In the bathroom, Shuling's inner world was completely liberated. Looking in the mirror, her mind raced like a wild horse.

But the more she indulged herself, the more tormented she became, until finally she returned to reality. Shuling put on another pair of newly bought underwear, pure white, embroidered with a butterfly in lace, watching her thick pubic hair cling to the butterfly.

Just as Shuling opened the bathroom door, her son was standing there again, looking at her butterfly with astonishment.

Shuling smiled sweetly at her son, then watched him walk into the bathroom.

A few seconds later, Xiaowei opened the bathroom door, while Shuling waited outside with a smile, holding her panties, which she had just taken off and were covered in sticky fluid.

"Hehe... looking for it?"

Shuling tossed the panties in front of her son.

"Mom... I..."

Xiaowei was extremely embarrassed.

"What a greedy child! Here, I'll give them to you!"

Shuling took her son's hand and stuffed the panties into his hand.

"Mom..."

Xiaowei was overjoyed that his mother had seen through his secret and that she not only didn't mind but was also giving them to him willingly.

"Oh! You already have one, and you're still eyeing this one on someone else's body, hehe... you really are greedy, hmm... if you want to catch a butterfly, you'll have to do it yourself!"

After saying that, Shuling really did float into the room like a butterfly. His mother's words were almost a blatant hint. Xiao Wei watched his mother's figure, his heart pounding, but he wasn't entirely sure if she wanted him… He wanted to follow her into the room immediately, but he couldn't muster the courage and returned to the bathroom.

He slowly unfolded the light purple panties in his hand; there was even more sticky fluid on them than yesterday. Xiao Wei impulsively stuck out his tongue to lick the white stuff. The strong, pungent smell didn't stop him, because at that moment he desperately craved intimate contact with his mother, and this was the only way he could express it. Slowly, Xiao Wei took out his hard, throbbing member and rubbed it against his mother's panties. Soon, the stimulating pleasure made him ejaculate a stream of fluid even thicker than the panties, directly onto them, covering what his mother had left behind.

Xiao Wei didn't want to wipe it away. Since his mother had so generously shown him her most private parts, he didn't want to hide it anymore. After receiving some temporary relief, Xiao Wei suppressed the intense desire in his heart. He returned to the living room and sat on the sofa, waiting. His mother didn't come out of her room, which gradually fueled Xiaowei's urge to peek inside. He

paced back and forth between the living room and the bedroom doorway until finally, he gently pushed open his mother's door. Through the crack in the door, he saw his mother lying on the bed, covered with a thin sheet. Xiaowei approached the edge of the bed as quietly as possible.

"Mom..."

Xiaowei called softly.

Shuling didn't react, only breathing evenly. Xiaowei tried calling her name a couple more times, but still received no response. Finally, he boldly and slowly lifted the sheet. He carefully lifted a corner of the sheet, revealing that his mother was still wearing the white lace lingerie she had been wearing.

He finally lifted the blanket completely, looking at his mother's alluring sleeping face. Several times he reached out to touch her bra, but only dared to lightly touch it. Although the clearly visible nipples on the lace made him want to suckle them, he still didn't dare. The butterfly pattern, with its thick, dark pubic hair shadow, on the mound of his pubic hair above his panties, aroused him even more. He couldn't help but recall his mother's words: "If you want to catch a butterfly, you have to do it yourself!" He finally touched the butterfly with his fingers, gently stroking the lace, from one finger to two, until finally, his entire palm was pressed against it. Xiao Wei's movements were so light they were almost imperceptible, but Shuling had been waiting for a long time. She knew as soon as her son entered the room, but she couldn't react. She knew that if she took the initiative a little more, her son and

she would soon be intimate. However, this was not something she could do. Firstly, she didn't want her son to become closer to her solely because of her guidance and seduction, because that would only be a fleeting passion; secondly, she still couldn't completely abandon the reserve of a mother to play the role of a mother who uses her body to seduce her son.

In reality, her heart was quite conflicted. Any reasons she had used to convince herself were completely abandoned when her son sat beside her and began to lift her sheets.

Her earlier words of encouragement to her son were meant to urge him to take the initiative, weren't they?

Now, her son was inching closer to her. When his fingers touched the bulge in her panties, Shuling felt a jolt throughout her body, as if an electric current had passed through her.

Although she had previously used all the allure of her womanly body to entice her son, this was the first time he had actually touched her sensitive area. Her nervousness was no less than that of her son, who was now carefully caressing her.

Her son's movements were quite slow and cautious, but this only filled her with more anticipation and excitement. All her inhibitions were thrown to the back of her mind. She only hoped that her son's hands would caress her more roughly, perhaps even actually reaching for his favorite "butterfly" and pulling down her panties. If her son observed more closely, he would surely notice that his mother was already wet beneath the "butterfly."

But just as her son's hand rested on her panties, and she felt it most acutely, his hand left. After a long silence, she felt the weight of the bedside disappear. She didn't know what his next move would be—whether he would pounce on her or turn away. She dared not open her eyes, afraid of startling any decision her son might make. Time ticked by, and she finally couldn't help but open her eyes, only to find that her son had left the room. Her heart was filled with complex and conflicting emotions; besides deep disappointment, she was also grateful for her son's respect.

That night, neither mother nor son slept well, tossing and turning in their respective rooms, enduring their inner torment.

When Xiaowei opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his mother standing beside him.

"Mom... good morning... wow..."

Xiaowei was pleasantly surprised by what his mother was wearing.

Shuling was still only wearing sexy lingerie, but she had changed to a different style. Her bra was just a thin red veil, completely revealing her nipples and areolas. Below, she wore a similarly red, sheer thong, with even less fabric, revealing part of her pubic hair.

"Good morning! Hehe... Do you like it? The butterfly flew away! Only a flower remains."

Shuling swayed her lower body, displaying her new outfit; indeed, only a red rose was visible on the thong.

"Mom..."

Xiaowei stared blankly at his mother's alluring figure, regretting his cowardice the previous night.

"Get up! Breakfast is getting cold."

Shuling said, turning to leave. After she turned away, Xiaowei noticed that his mother's buttocks were covered only by a thin strip of fabric, nestled in the cleft, with no fabric at all, causing his heart to pound wildly again.

"Hehe... Does Mom's butt look pretty?"

Shuling deliberately turned back, touching her buttocks, and said to her dumbfounded son before leaving the room.

That morning, from the moment Xiaowei opened his eyes, his gaze followed his mother everywhere, making Shuling giggle.

"Son, it's like you're trying to see right through your mother. Don't you get tired of looking?"

"No... I never get tired of looking at Mom's figure!"

Xiaowei said sincerely.

"Oh, what a sweet tongue! It's the holidays, why don't you spend time with your Xiaoling?"

"Oh... she... she... I am spending time with her, she just doesn't know."

"Oh... how so..."

Shuling was confused by her son's words and didn't understand what he meant.

"Mom, we'll talk about it later! I want to spend more time with Grandma now, okay?"

Xiaowei changed the subject.

"Of course! Mom would love to. So... how do you want to spend time with Mom?"

Shuling deliberately spoke in a coquettish voice, as if there was another implication.

"I... whatever you want, Mom! Spend time with me however you want."

Xiaowei could tell that his mother was flattering him, so he simply pushed the question back.

"Heh...you naughty boy...staring at Mom's body like that, and saying such things. Fine, I...let's make this clear first, Mom has already promised you that she'll...dress like this for you every day at home. So...what about you?"

"Me...?"

"Shouldn't you dress like Mom too for it to be fair?"

"This..."

Xiao Wei hesitated because his lower body hadn't returned to normal. If he wore only underwear like his mother, it would be very embarrassing.

"Otherwise...Mom will put on some clothes..."

Shu Ling said, stroking her son again.

"Okay...okay! I'll take them off."

Xiao Wei immediately took off his shirt, revealing his healthy and beautiful chest.

"Anything else?"

Shu Ling looked at her son's masculine body and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"Mom...I..."

Xiao Wei became more and more anxious, but his lower body became even more erect.

"Then, let Mom help you take them off!"

Shuling had already noticed her son's physical changes. She was surprised that even though he was wearing jeans, his bulge was still quite impressive, and the desire to see more had been brewing in her heart for a long time.

"Mom... I can do it myself!"

Xiaowei was embarrassed, but he could only let his mother help him unbuckle his belt. However, when his mother went to zip up his zipper, Xiaowei was still a little shy.

"Ah..."

Shuling saw her son slowly take off his tight jeans, revealing white men's underwear, and the tent that had already been erected on it, exaggeratedly showing its obvious size, made Shuling's heart pound wildly.

"..."

After Xiaowei took off all but his underwear, seeing his mother's undisguised surprise, he didn't know how to speak.

"Hehe... Son, did Mom make you... impulsive?"

Shuling had a thought of reaching out to touch the magnificent outline, but she still restrained herself, only moving closer to her son and touching his chest.

“Mom… I can’t help it, what can I do? Your breasts are… so… so beautiful, so sexy.”

“Hehe… Son… Mom has one more piece of clothing than you! Isn’t that unfair?”

Shuling’s heart was already ablaze with desire, so she further provoked her son.

“No… no…”

“No, or yes? Okay! Mom won’t take advantage of you, Mom will…”

Shuling said, gently sliding one hand down her breasts to her back, unhooking her bra. Instantly, Shuling’s bra, which had been tightly wrapped around her breasts, loosened, the straps slipping to the sides. Shuling held her breasts in place, preventing them from falling down immediately. This sight made Xiaowei’s lower body tremble, as if it were about to burst through his underwear. “Mom…”

Shuling looked at her son, then slowly released her hand from her chest, revealing her two round, high breasts before him.

“Hehe… Look at you, your eyes are practically glued to the spot, child… are Mom’s breasts… pretty?”

“Yes… yes… so beautiful…”

Xiaowei said, his eyes wide.

His expression made Shuling feel both happy and proud.

Seeing his mother's boldness, Xiao Wei was practically telling her, "Mom's going to seduce you!"

Xiao Wei couldn't help but move closer to his mother.

"No! Mom's body... you can only look... you can't touch!"

Shuling took a step back, speaking softly.

“Mom…I…”

“Mom knows what you want to do, child. Mom wears the underwear you like to see for you because Mom loves you. You are Mom’s most beloved son. It’s the same when I show you Mom’s breasts now. Mom knows you want to see every part of Mom’s body, right?

So Mom doesn’t mind showing it to you, but…you can’t touch Mom, because we are mother and son, you know? I’m happy that Mom likes the underwear I bought for you. I bought it for you, and I’ll wear it for you. I’ll wear whichever one you like, and I can give it to you. But…we can’t…we can’t get too close, because Mom is afraid…Mom is afraid I won’t be able to control myself. You have to help Mom and not let Mom make a mistake, okay? Actually…to be honest, Mom is just like you. I really want to see your body, so Mom wants you…to be like Mom. This also excites Mom, you know?”

“Mom…I…I understand…”

Xiaowei was disappointed by his mother’s frank words, but he understood their mother-son relationship and wouldn’t allow him to make excessive demands on her.

“But…hehe…child, even if you can’t catch butterflies, you can still smell the flowers!”

Shuling wiggled her hips, hinting to her son.

“Mom…Grandma means…”

Xiaowei understood his mother’s meaning.

“Hmm…come here!”

Shuling gestured for her son to squat down and bring his lower body close to his face.

Xiaowei’s face was so close that he could see his mother’s delicate red lace embroidered panties. He could clearly see the pubic hair that couldn’t be covered, stretching out from the edge of the panties. Faced with this intense stimulation, Xiaowei finally couldn’t help but suddenly hug his mother’s buttocks, press his entire face against his mother’s panties, and open his mouth to kiss them.

“Ah…no…you can’t…”

Shuling didn’t expect such stimulation to make her son so impulsive. The sudden action caught her off guard, and when she tried to stop him, he had already hugged her tightly.

"Mmm..."

Xiaowei kept kissing and licking his mother's private parts through her panties, making Shuling almost want to give up all resistance, because even through the panties, she could still feel the intense stimulation of his caresses.

"Xiaowei...no..."

Shuling pulled away from her son and took a step back.

Although the intense stimulation almost made her lose control, the thought of her son having a girlfriend he was about to marry made it impossible for her to accept his caresses with peace of mind.

"Mom..."

Xiaowei, suddenly pushed away by his mother, squatted down in place, quite embarrassed.

"Child...you...you can't do this. You just promised your mother, how can you go back on your word so soon?"

"Mom...I'm sorry...I..."

Xiaowei said dejectedly.

“Sigh… I can’t blame you, it’s all my fault. Anyone would be tempted by such a thing. It’s my fault.”

“No… Mom, it’s my fault, I’m such a jerk. Grandma is right, Grandma is the best mom.”

“Shouldn’t Mom put her clothes back on?”

“No! Mom, no, I like Grandma like this. I promise Grandma, I will never touch you again without your permission, okay? Grandma, don’t put on your clothes.”

Xiao Wei said anxiously.

“Hehe… who tells their mother not to wear clothes?”

“I mean… at home…”

“Okay! Mom believes you. Seeing how anxious you are, as long as you can promise Mom this, actually… even if you don’t dare to touch me, you can… you can pick the flower!”

“Mom… Grandma means…”

“Do you want Mom to help you pick it?”

Shu Ling said, grabbing the edge of her panties with both hands, pretending to pull them down.

“No… I can do it myself…”

Xiao Wei didn’t expect his mother to let him take off her panties. He was both excited and nervous because he had never really seen a woman’s private parts before, and the first woman to let him see them was his mother.

Xiao Wei, his hands trembling, slowly pulled down his mother's panties, inch by inch, revealing her thick pubic hair. He held his breath, his heart pounding like never before.

Finally, he managed to pull off his mother's small panties completely.

"Mom...so beautiful...wow...wet..."

Xiao Wei stared intently at his mother's beautiful vulva, his hands sticky. Looking down, he saw a wet patch on the panties.

"Hey...give it to me..."

Shu Ling shyly snatched the panties back.

"Mom...Grandma too..."

"It's all your fault! Of course Mom gets excited too, that's why Mom made you promise not to touch Mom, otherwise...we'll...do something unforgivable." "

Hehe...Mom, hearing Grandma say that makes me happy too. It proves that in Mom's eyes, I'm a man, not a child, right?"

"Of course..."

"Mom...let me see, Grandma...you're so beautiful..."

Xiao Wei said, blushing. Shuling finally mustered the courage to let her son remove her last restraint, leaving her completely naked before him to admire her body.

"Son... I'm so happy you like my body. We're one, after all. My body... if you want to see it, I can... let you see it, but... the principles remain the same. Can you resist?"

"Mom, I can! Grandma is so good."

"Hmm..."

"Mom... I'll... let Grandma see it too, okay?"

"Ah! This..."

Shuling had long harbored this thought, but having already outlined various restrictions with her son, she couldn't bring herself to say it. Now that her son had brought it up, of course she wanted to, but she herself wasn't confident she could control the stimulation. Looking at her son's engorged member, she really wanted to release it, but she was afraid of becoming deeply entangled and unable to extricate herself.

"Mom, now I have one more layer than Grandma, that's not fair, is it?"

Xiaowei encouraged his mother.

"Hmm..."

Shuling finally couldn't resist her desire and nodded in agreement.

“Then… Mom, should I touch your breasts… or…”

“Mom, please…”

Shuling squatted down, looking at her son’s magnificent member, and then slowly took off his underwear.

“Ah…”

Her son’s thick penis sprang out, even more spectacular than Shuling had imagined.

The bright red glans trembled constantly, and Shuling stared in astonishment.

“Mom, you can touch my breasts… it’s okay.”

Xiaowei further asked his mother to touch his penis.

“This… you little devil, are you trying to kill your mother… Mom… sigh… no, I can’t take it anymore… you… put it on!” Shuling still had a shred of maternal rationality and did not touch the enormous thing that had surprised her.

“Mom… no! It’s so uncomfortable, let’s just leave it like this today, don’t wear anything, okay?”

“Sigh… this… I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore, fine, let’s just leave it like this!”

That day, the mother and son ate together and watched TV together, both of them trying their best to restrain themselves and suppress the urge to hug each other. Shuling knew that playing this game with her son was incredibly absurd, and she hadn't expected it to develop this way. She sat on the sofa, staring at her son's erect penis, several times feeling the urge to reach out and grasp it. This torment made her involuntarily wet; occasionally, when she moved, she could feel the sofa was soaked.

"Okay… Mom really needs to get dressed. Mom's going to take a shower,"

Shuling said, standing up.

"Mom…"

Shuling went straight to her room, not responding to her son. She knew she was about to reach her limit; if this continued, she wouldn't be able to control herself.

A moment later, Shuling came out of her room with a new set of sexy lingerie.

"Mom, give this to me! Grandma's going to shower, wait a minute… let me help Grandma put it on."

Her son, standing at the doorway, reached for Shuling's underwear and made the suggestion.

"This... alright!"

Shuling thought. As long as her son didn't insist on her being completely naked every day, she could feel a little more at ease. At least she believed that the thin underwear could somewhat restrain her ever-present lust. Shuling handed the underwear to her son and went into the bathroom to wash her overflowing genitals.

"Shuling! Shuling, don't worry about whether our son is getting married or not. Go hug him. Look at his thick, hard penis; it belongs to you. As long as you nod, it's yours. Can you bear to let it enter another woman's body? No, you can't. Our son is waiting for you outside. You have the right to feel his penis first, to let it enter your body first, right?" Shuling

was once again torn between her inner and outer struggles in the bathroom.

“No, Shuling, I’ve been abandoned too many times. This time, I can’t share a man with another woman. Even if my son has a wife, he’ll eventually despise me like his father did. In the end, all I’ll get is pain. I can’t repeat the same mistakes. I want complete love. Unless my son truly loves me wholeheartedly, unless he gives up that woman, otherwise… I can’t go any further with him.”

In the end, Shuling’s reason prevailed over her desire. After making her decision, she walked out of the bathroom. Her son was already waiting for her at the door, holding out his

panties. She asked him to help her put them on.

“Mom, don’t wear a bra, okay? I love looking at your breasts, they’re so beautiful!”

“This… alright!”

Shuling didn’t insist anymore. She had made up her mind. She would find another opportunity to test her son, to see if her feelings for him were just lust, or if he truly loved her with the same love he had for another woman.

"Sigh! Mom, after this day, my heart is heavy, it's so hard to bear. I know you feel the same way, right?"

"Hmm... Mom won't lie to you. Mom is, after all, your biological mother. Mom knows there's only so much I can do. I'm sorry, it's Mom who's hurting you. If that's the case, let's forget all this starting tomorrow and go back to our old lives."

Shuling suddenly became rational.

"No... Mom, that's not what I meant. I mean... I really want... really want Mom to touch me... I know Mom wants that too, right? I mean, if... if we can both... do it... without going too far, we can... we can..." "

Sigh... Mom understands what you mean. Mom has thought about it for a long time, and Mom wants that too... but... Mom doesn't have confidence in herself... " "It

's okay, Mom, I can do it... Mom... I promise I won't..."

"This..."

Shuling hesitated. She really wanted to enjoy the pleasure of physical intimacy with her son, something she hadn't experienced in so long, but she was afraid she would get too caught up in it and wouldn't be able to bear not being able to hug her son in the future.

“Mom…”

Seeing his mother hesitate, Xiaowei suddenly hugged her before she could respond.

“Ah… Xiaowei, you…”

Her son’s sudden action caught her off guard. She immediately felt the hardness of his penis in her lower abdomen. The heat and the embrace of his body left her with no room to resist.

“Mom… Grandma’s body is so wonderful… um… I love Grandma…”

Xiaowei finally boldly hugged his mother. The woman’s unique fragrance excited him to the extreme. He kissed his mother’s pink neck passionately, his hands haphazardly stroking her smooth back.

“Ah… Xiaowei… um… no… don’t rush…”

Shuling couldn’t help but hug her son as well.

“Mom…”

Seeing that his mother was also hugging him, Xiaowei stopped.

“Hold Mom so tight, Mom won’t run away, don’t rush… Okay! Mom promises you, you can touch Mom’s body, but… in principle… we really can’t… can’t do… that thing, okay?”

“Mom, no problem, as long as Grandma doesn’t say it’s okay, I won’t.”

“No… even if Mom says it’s okay, you have to hold back, because Mom… Mom really isn’t sure she can do it, you have to help Mom, don’t let Mom… do something wrong.”

“This… okay, I promise.”

“Then… um… child… yours… is so big…”

Shuling and her son had agreed on the rules of the game, and she couldn’t help but grasp her son’s penis, finally feeling the thing that made her heart flutter.

“Oh… Mom… so comfortable… Grandma’s hand… um…”

Xiaowei was extremely excited as his mother’s hand grasped his penis, and he kept kissing his mother’s face.

“Come on… Mom will teach you…”

Shuling saw her son awkwardly kissing her face, and she began to feel a little confused and infatuated. Shuling parted her lips slightly and slowly approached her son's cheek, first kissing his face, then slowly moving to his lips. Finally, Shuling's lips and her son's lips met, and the warmth of her mother's lips made Xiaowei's heart pound wildly. Shuling sucked on her son's upper and lower lips, then inserted her tongue into his mouth, slowly stirring it.

One hand naturally stroked her son's penis. How could the inexperienced Xiaowei withstand such intense stimulation? Suddenly, a numbness ran down his back, and a stream of hot semen spurted out, shooting directly onto his mother's lower abdomen.

"Hehe...son, does Mom make you so excited?"

Shuling seemed quite proud of her son's quick ejaculation.

"Mom...I'm sorry..."

"Silly boy, what are you sorry for? It's normal. Take it slow! You'll control yourself after a while."

"Mom, Grandma meant that later...I can still..."

"We agreed, didn't we? As long as we stay within the boundaries of mother and son, and don't...actually do...that thing, Mom will agree. Besides...actually...Mom needs it too..."

Shuling couldn't help but feel a little shy at the end.

"Mom, Grandma is the best mom in the world. I love Grandma."

Xiaowei happily kissed Shuling's lips.

"Hmm...Mom knows you don't have any kissing experience. Practice more with...with Mom in the future. Your future wife will appreciate it."

"That's great, Mom...I want to..."

"Hehe...you greedy, so quick...Mom won't run away. Look at you, you've got Mom all over you..."

Shuling looked down at the semen her son had sprayed on her, which was slowly dripping down.

"Mom..."

Xiaowei reached out to touch Shuling's breasts.

"Hmm...you...look at you, you want everything...you just tasted it on your lips...and now you want Mommy's...on top...do you even want her down there...?"

"I want it all..."

Xiaowei's entire hand grasped Shuling's breast and began to knead it.

"Mmm...gently...gently..."

Shuling was clearly enjoying it and didn't resist at all.

Seeing his mother's face getting hotter and hotter, Xiaowei knew that his mother also liked him touching her like this, so he boldly lowered his head and took his mother's breast into his mouth.

"Ah...you...you're bad...ah..."

Shuling was stimulated even more intensely, and the irresistible pleasure made her involuntarily tilt her head back.

"Tsk...tsk..."

Xiaowei greedily sucked on his mother's nipple, pinching the other one in one hand, constantly switching between them.

"Mmm...child...you've made Mommy feel all messed up...mmm..."

Shuling couldn't resist reaching out and grasping her son's still-erect penis.

"Mom...I want to too..."

Seeing his mother turn her attention to his penis again, Xiaowei boldly placed his hand on his mother's panties, touching her private parts.

"Mmm...bad...help Mom take it off...mmm...quick..."

Shuling's heart was filled with lust, and she had almost forgotten her promise to her son.

Upon hearing this, Xiaowei immediately reached into his mother's panties and pulled them off in one go. The panties that had just been put on were immediately soaked with the love fluid flowing from Shuling.

"Mom..."

Xiaowei touched down from his mother's pubic hair, touching her cleft.

"Ah...child...no...no..."

Shuling sensitively stopped him.

"Mom...why?"

"That...that's where you were born...you can't touch it...only...outside...you can't put your hand in...understand?"

"Okay...okay..."

Xiaowei had no choice but to compromise and touch his mother's pubic hair, kneading the mound. Xiao Wei took his mother's breast into his mouth again, kissing slowly down her body until he reached her navel. Then he knelt down and licked his mother's thick pubic hair with his tongue.

"Ah... child... you... are naughty... please don't go any further... ah... ah..."

Shuling's voice grew weaker and weaker, her actions contradicting her words. She involuntarily spread her legs wider and wider, as if she couldn't wait for her son to penetrate the depths of her cleavage. Xiao Wei was stimulated by his mother's expression and actions, and he couldn't hold back any longer. His second ejaculation came out uncontrollably.

"Phew... okay... child... we need to stop, Mom can't take it anymore..."

Shuling finally calmed down a little.

"Mom...I want milk too..."

"That's enough...Mom is fine like this, really, Mom feels good. Child, let's stop here for today. We can't touch each other anymore, otherwise...it will really cause trouble."

The relationship between mother and son progressed further in this way. Every day, Shuling still wore various styles of underwear to please her son, and then let him take them off one by one, and they would start caressing each other. However, under their mutual agreement and tacit understanding, they only touched each other to the extent that Shuling would use her gloved hand to stroke her son's penis until he ejaculated.

The boldest action was that Shuling would hold her son's penis and let the glans rub against her pubic hair. Several times, Shuling lay on the sofa in the living room, caressing her son naked. She gradually enjoyed using her son's penis to rub against her pubic hair.

Once, because she accidentally touched her clitoris on her labia, the intense pleasure made her deliberately let the glans rub against her clitoris every time afterward. Several times, she even ejaculated before her son had ejaculated.

Shuling always liked to have her son pick out new underwear for her, and then have him help her put it on when they got home. That day, the mother and son went out together again, embracing. They ate, watched movies, and went to a masquerade—activities unavoidable between lovers. Whenever they were alone together, they were particularly unrestrained in their caresses. They especially loved

caressing each other in the masquerade booths. In that crowded space, they would become two fleshy figures within ten minutes of the movie, seemingly reaching climax easily amidst the constant risk of being disturbed. A week passed quickly, and their mother-son relationship had completely transformed into a romantic one. Aside from actual intercourse, they were inseparable at home, enjoying the stimulation and pleasure of physical contact even without the satisfaction of actual intercourse. However, Shuling maintained her final line of defense: she absolutely refused to let her son touch her vulva. Although she occasionally broke the rules, intentionally rubbing her labia with her son's penis, she always immediately withdrew.

On Saturday noon, Shuling impulsively asked to sit on her son's lap to eat. Xiaowei was only wearing underwear, and Shuling was only wearing the sexy thong Xiaowei had chosen for her; her bra had long since fallen to the floor. Xiaowei held his mother's breast in one hand and used the other to pick up food, the two of them feeding each other

bite by bite. Shuling even chewed her food, then kissed her son, feeding him the food, and they smiled at each other, their affection far exceeding what most couples would do. However, the only thing that bothered Shuling was that her son's

penis, visible through his thong, was constantly pressing against her vulva, making her unbearably itchy.

So, while feeding each other, she would occasionally shift her lower body, rubbing her sensitive areas back and forth.

But this only made her more uncomfortable, so she asked her son to take off his underwear and let his penis rub directly against her thong. Shuling's narrow panties were tightly pressed against her labia, her plump labia almost

spilling out from the edges with the friction. This time, Shuling was directly rubbing her son's penis against her labia. Even Xiaowei could strongly feel the warmth of flesh against flesh. Shuling was dripping with lustful fluids. The two had long since stopped eating. Xiaowei hugged his mother, his hands cupping her breasts and kneading them continuously. Shuling, on the other hand, moved her hips back and forth, slowly at first, then faster, like during intercourse.

"Oh... you rascal... you're killing me... mmm... so good... I can't take it... sweetheart... help me take off my panties..."

Shuling raised her legs and placed them on the table, demanding that her son remove her barrier. Upon hearing this, Xiaowei immediately lifted his mother's buttocks and pulled her panties down to her knees, then Shuling sat down again.

This time, Shuling's vulva pressed directly against her son's penis, like a burger sandwiched between hot dogs. His shaft nestled between her labia, and Shuling continued to grind back and forth. The realistic genital contact gave Xiaowei an unprecedented pleasure, and after a few strokes, he couldn't help but ejaculate

.

"Oh... Mom... your breasts are so good... so comfortable..."

Xiaowei hugged his mother tightly and kissed her passionately. Only then did Shuling realize she had almost crossed the line. She quickly got off her son and pulled her panties up from her knees.

"Phew... Mom almost... went too far... that was close!"

Although Shuling said this, she still felt a sense of loss. The dilemma Shuling had created for herself had reached an uncontrollable point. She realized that the intimate relationship between her and her son had reached its final stage. If it continued, she would inevitably remove all obstacles and truly engage in incestuous intercourse with her son. The mother and son were constantly teetering on the edge of danger. Even though Shuling was aware of the danger, her body kept moving closer to her son against her will. After a passionate lunch, the mother and son, wearing only their underwear, were watching pornographic films that Xiaowei had rented on the sofa. This was the first time they had watched pornographic films together. As the passionate plot unfolded, Shuling slowly moved from their embracing position back to sitting on top of her son, returning to the position they had been in at lunch. Similarly, Shuling removed her son's underwear, rubbing her vulva through her own briefs, then pulled down her own briefs, completely naked, using her labia to grip her son's penis. This time, Xiaowei, having learned from experience, didn't ejaculate as quickly, but the pleasure was the same. Shuling seemed unsatisfied with the friction from lunch, so she repeated the same actions. This time, she fully enjoyed the pleasure of genital contact, moving her hips back and forth like during intercourse, the only difference being that there was no penetration.

"Mmm...mmm...good boy...kiss me..."

Shuling turned her head and kissed her son. Xiao Wei held his mother's breasts in his hands, kissing her passionately. His penis was rubbed wet and slippery by her flesh.

Shuling had unknowingly released a large amount of vaginal fluid, soaking her son's entire thighs.

"Mmm...ah...ah...ah..."

Stimulated by the caresses all over her body, Shuling finally reached her climax, her vaginal fluid gushing out. Her son's penis was covered in gushing white fluid, looking as if it had been pulled from cream.

"Oh...hold me tight..."

Shuling squatted on top of her son, panting, her legs wide open. Xiaowei took this opportunity to peek and finally saw his mother's vulva. Following the pubic hair down, the cleft was open, revealing the red flesh of her vulva.

"Hmm...don't look...you're bad..."

Shuling whispered coquettishly, but she didn't close her legs, as if she wanted her son to see enough.

"Mom, can I...touch it..."

"Hmm..."

Shuling no longer resisted, letting out a soft hum in acquiescence. Xiaowei still held his mother, reaching out a hand to slide down her pubic hair, finally touching her vulva. Xiaowei caressed it lovingly, making "sizzling" sounds with his hand.

“Mmm…be gentle…Mom is so sensitive…”

“Mom…your…hole…is so beautiful…so pretty…”

“Mmm…Mom knows you’ve wanted it for a long time…I’m glad you like it…from now on…”

“What about from now on?”

“You can…touch it often…Mom’s body…every part…from now on, you can touch it…Mmm…Mom loves being touched like this by you…”

“Mom, you’re such a good mom, your son loves you to death…smack…”

Xiao Wei happily kissed his mother’s lips.

“Mmm…you little devil…your kissing skills are getting better and better…Mmm. Mom wants your…tongue…”

Shu Ling kissed her son back.

The mother and son kissed and caressed each other, their legs intertwined, and they rolled from the sofa to the floor, their desire quickly reignited.

Xiao Wei kissed his mother’s lower abdomen and pubic hair, finally reaching the forbidden zone he had just discovered. He looked up at his mother, Shu Ling considered for a moment, and then nodded.

So Xiao Wei moved his mouth down to his mother’s vulva and began to suck desperately.

"Ah...ah...oh my god...child...your tongue...is so amazing...I'm in heaven...ah...it's so itchy...ah...so good...ah..."

When Shuling received oral sex from her son for the first time, her entire body almost convulsed with excitement as his tongue penetrated her vagina. Only her hands waved wildly in the air to express her excitement. Xiaowei continued to kiss her vulva vigorously while slowly turning his body over, pulling his mother's hand to grasp his penis. Shuling's hand, upon touching the hot, throbbing shaft, began to stroke it forcefully. Xiaowei slowly turned his mother's body from her lying position onto her side, so that her legs were clamped around his head. This position made it easy for Shuling to grasp her son's penis. Just as Shuling's body went limp, Xiaowei flipped her over so she was on top of him, her vagina pressed against his mouth. The mother and son were now in a 69 position, Shuling's mouth positioned directly above her son's penis. This temptation finally led Shuling to take her son's penis into her mouth without hesitation, resulting in actual oral sex between them.

The mother and son didn't exchange any words, simply sucking each other's genitals in the living room. Aside from the sounds of Shuling's mouth constantly sucking on her son's penis, the lewd moans of the actresses in the TV shows seemed to express Shuling's innermost desires.

"Mmm...good boy...you're killing Mom...uh...so beautiful...ah...so thick...mmm..."

The stimulation of her vaginal walls made Shuling wish her son's tongue was as thick and long as his penis, able to lick the deepest part of her vagina in one swift motion.

At this moment, Shuling was completely confused, her mind filled only with "intercourse, penetration." She had completely abandoned any principles or restraint, wanting only to shove her son's penis into her vagina. But just as she stopped oral sex and was about to turn over so her son could have intercourse with her, the penis she had just spat out ejaculated, spraying her face.

After Xiaowei ejaculated, the stimulation of pleasure made him stop sucking his mother's vagina, and Shuling instantly regained her senses.

"Hoo... child... we..."

Shuling turned over and sat on the ground, looking at her son's face covered with her own semen, while she herself was also covered in her son's semen. Her desire and reason began to fight again. After a while, Shuling picked up the briefs on the ground and wiped her son's face, then kissed his face and said

, "Child... we mother and son... were really too crazy."

"Mom... I want it so badly..."

"Mom understands...Mom wants to too...Actually, Mom has been deceiving herself, always thinking that as long as we don't have sex, it's not incest. But...we've already committed incest, you know? No mother and son are like us. Our relationship is closer, more loving, and deeper than that of a husband and wife. Whether we have sex or not, it's the same, right?

So we don't need to deceive ourselves anymore. To be honest, Mom wants to be with you. Mom has always wanted to have sex with you. Mom loves you, not just like a mother and son. Before, Mom didn't understand why she always tried to stop you from having girlfriends, why Mom felt

uncomfortable whenever you had girlfriends. But these past few days with you have finally made Mom understand. It turns out that Mom loves you far more than a mother loves her child. Mom loves you so much that she wants to give you her body, she's wanted that for a long time. You understand?" "Let me be more frank, Mom. Although I've always asked you not to do anything inappropriate to me, I actually wish you would. Rape me! If you really raped me, I would cry, not because I'd be sad, but because I'd be happy—happy to have sex with my beloved son. These past few days have been so happy. I wish you could touch me and kiss me like this every day. I always fantasize about you taking off my underwear, taking a happy bath together, sleeping together, holding me, kissing me, caressing me.

Every day I desperately want to be naked and loving with my son. My last honest words are… I really, really want to… have sex with you… to have sex with you, to use your penis… to penetrate the place where you were born. I really want… to have sex with you, you know?

My child… But, whenever I think of Xiaoling, who is about to become your wife…" My dear daughter-in-law, Mom can't bear the thought of sharing you with someone else in the future. Mom wants complete love.

But… Mom doesn't want to take away your future happiness because of this, nor does she want you to abandon Xiaoling. Mom is conflicted; she wants you, but she doesn't want to hurt you.

If you choose Mom, Xiaoling will lose you. Mom doesn't want the person I love to be unfaithful. But… even if you choose Mom, Mom can't give you a formal title, only everything a mother can give… including her most precious body. She will be your mother and your wife in life, and even… bear you a child. Mom only needs to be a little selfish, to be your only woman.

Mom wants you to consider: choose me, or choose Xiaoling?

Mom doesn't want you to make any rash decisions because of Mom's honesty, nor should you go against your nature just because you want to have sex with Mom. "Mom wants a real answer, so I'm giving you two days to think it over. I'm going south to our hometown in the countryside soon. You stay home and think it over carefully. Once you've decided, call me. I won't answer any calls these two days because I know you might make an impulsive decision.

So, two days, just two days. I'll be waiting for your news after two days. Also, I don't want you to have any regrets, so… even if you still decide to be responsible for Xiaoling and be a responsible son in my eyes, choosing Xiaoling, I will still… have sex with you once… a real sexual encounter.

But only once. After that, you must treat Xiaoling wholeheartedly and not have any more thoughts about me. As for my future, don't worry. I will readjust my relationship with you and my wife, and strive to make us a happy family without any regrets. Okay?"

"Mom...I..."

"Don't say anything now, okay?"

Shuling kissed her son again.

In a calm tone, Shuling made her most honest confession to her son. Xiaowei listened carefully, and halfway through, he completely understood his mother's feelings for him—it was what he wanted to say to her. However, his thoughts were jumbled, and he didn't know how to express himself to his mother, leaving him speechless. Shuling got up, picked up her bra and panties scattered on the floor, and turned to go back to her room. Seeing his mother's resolute attitude, Xiaowei had no choice but to let her go back to her room. He pondered alone in the living room for a long time. He wasn't thinking about choosing whom, because he didn't need to choose at all; he was thinking about how to tell his mother the truth.

More than ten minutes after his mother went into her room, Xiaowei suddenly had a flash of inspiration and went into his own room as well. After a long while, Shuling came out of the bedroom dressed in a neat suit, carrying a suitcase.

"Mom..."

Xiaowei was already waiting in the living room.

"Child...Mom's leaving. You...think it over carefully! Mom's waiting for you!"

Shuling said with a bitter smile.

"Mom, before you leave, please look at these things, okay?"

Xiaowei handed Shuling a paper bag.

"This is..."

"Mom, you'll understand after reading it. If you have any questions, I'll wait for you in my room."

Xiaowei said and went back to his room.

Shuling opened the paper bag and found several letters inside. Shuling glanced at them and felt that the old letters looked familiar.

Looking at one of the letters, the slightly childish handwriting on the envelope read: "To the one I long for day and night." Another one read: "To the one who keeps me awake day and night."

Without looking at the others, Shuling already remembered. These were love letters that her son had found when he was in junior high school, and she had thrown an unprecedented tantrum at the time. Shuling didn't understand why her son wanted to show her these letters. She opened the earliest one; she remembered that her son was only in the second year of junior high school that year.

The letter read: "The person I yearn for day and night, Grandma, you know that every day I look at you, it's like looking at the goddess I've long admired. Your smile and beauty make me unable to resist telling my mother that I'm in love! I will love you with everything I can, and as long as my mother doesn't object, I want to take you to the movies tomorrow."

Shuling looked at the crooked handwriting and the immature letter, which looked like it had been copied from a collection of love letters, and couldn't help but smile.

Shuling opened another letter, which read: "I can't sleep day and night because I miss you, Grandma. You always manage to control my joy and my sorrow with your eyes. My dearest, do you know that I can't stop loving you? Whenever your figure walks before my eyes, the fragrance of your hair, the hem of your skirt, your every smile and frown are beautiful memories I try my best to collect. I love watching you walk gracefully down the street in all kinds of clothes, the bustling crowds, the few strangers, none of them can stop me from..." My gaze was fixed on her, and I

secretly admired her from the corner. It seemed I was the best fashion connoisseur in her life; whether in trousers or a skirt, she always perfectly embodied the goddess in my eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her gentle, innocent smile was the best remedy to pull me out of the abyss of pain. "For my dearest girl."

Shuling remembered that her son wrote this when he was in his first year of high school. Although she was angry at the time, she couldn't help but secretly admire the improvement in his writing.

Shuling opened the third letter: "Mom said that I'm still studying and can't waste time on romance, so I can't think about Grandma anymore! But how can I? If I don't think about Grandma, I can't get through those long nights, and I can't wake up every morning without thinking about Grandma's lovely smile. Grandma is my whole life. I've long understood that Grandma and I are destined to be together. Grandma will never know that from a very, very long time ago, I've considered Grandma my lifelong partner. I believe that one day, Grandma will also consider me her only one. So, I'm not worried about any opposition right now because I

love Grandma."

Shuling was deeply impressed by this letter, because she had been so angry about its cheesy sentimentality that she had been furious for a whole week and had even placed her son under house arrest. But her son not only showed no remorse, but also loudly told her, "One day Grandma will understand."

After reading three letters, Shuling still didn't understand her son's purpose in giving her these letters. She rummaged through the paper bag again and found a letter on the outside that read, "Mom, wait until Grandma has read all the letters before opening this one."

This made Shuling even more curious, so she immediately opened it. It read, "Mom, I believe Grandma still doesn't understand why I'm showing you these old letters. If you want to know the answer, just string together the first word of each line in each letter and read it again. Then you'll understand."

Shuling immediately took out the three letters she had just read and, as her son had instructed, read only the first word of each line. The result left her speechless and astonished. The three letters read: ; "I love Mom"

; "I like the way Grandma looks in her panties"

; "Mom, I want to make love to Grandma"

; Shuling immediately took out the other letters in the paper bag and read: ; "I really want to hug Grandma and kiss Grandma, Mom!"

; "I really want to see Grandma's private parts, my dear Mom."

"Mom, let's make love! Let me go back to my birthplace."

"Last night I finally had sex with Grandma in my dream, Mom."

Shuling was confused, not expecting that every love letter her son had been writing since junior high school contained a hidden message of love for her.

"What... what's going on? Could it be... could it be that my son has been using these letters to express his love for her since junior high school? Then... he didn't have a girlfriend, he was just expressing his love for me, so why didn't he say anything? Yes, he can't say anything, I definitely won't accept it, but... now... what about Xiaoling?"

Shuling couldn't understand, and finally put down her luggage, deciding to ask for clarification.

"What... do you mean..."

"Mom, doesn't Grandma understand? I've liked Grandma for a long time, I've fallen in love with Grandma."

"This... you mean... all these love letters you wrote before were fake? You didn't have a girlfriend?"

"I've never been interested in any girl other than Mom, the love letters are real, they were written for Grandma."

"This..."

Shuling couldn't help but believe it, because these letters were indeed the ones she had found under her son's pillow years ago.

"Maybe Mom will ask, 'What about Xiaoling now?' Mom, do you remember Grandma asking me about Xiaoling and me getting married? Did you propose to her? What did I say back then?"

"You...you loved her, you wanted to be with her forever, you said you knew she felt the same way, that you couldn't live without each other, you swore you'd take care of her for life."

"Yes! That's it."

"How? Mom doesn't understand?"

"Mom, that girl Grandma met, think carefully, do we look like a couple?" "

I...I don't know, Mom only met...Ah! Right, why hasn't she come to our house for so long?"

"Because she wasn't my girlfriend at all. She was just a senior in the club. After graduation, even I don't know where she went."

"Ah...why? You..."

"Mom, I'm sorry, I lied to Grandma. I've never lied to Grandma before, but I lied to her about this one thing. Actually, the original purpose of bringing her home was the same as when I wrote love letters before, I wanted you to notice me and for Grandma to care about me. I know you already care about me a lot.

But I always wanted more. When I was in junior high school, I wrote my feelings for Mom on a letter, but Grandma saw it and thought I had a girlfriend, so she was very angry."

From then on, whenever I craved my mother's attention, I would write a love letter for her to see, or pretend to ask a female classmate to go to the movies. That way, no matter how busy she was, she would go with me. Actually, I really wanted to go to the movies with her. Later, I realized my mother truly cared about me, even… I sensed she didn't want me to have any girlfriends. At that moment, I made up my mind: I only wanted my mother; she was my girlfriend. However, I couldn't hear my mother's true feelings, so I lied to her, making her think I was dating a senior student, hoping to make her even angrier, and then tell her I wanted to keep her by my side forever. But unexpectedly, she wasn't angry at all. I was initially disappointed, but later I found her crying in her room, which made me understand even more that she really didn't want me to leave her. She was just

swallowing her feelings for my future, wasn't she? "Mom…"

"Ah…child…you…"

Shuling was so happy upon hearing this that tears streamed down her face without her realizing it.

"I've said it before, I love Xiaoling, I want to marry her, stay with her for life, and take care of her forever. I truly mean it..."

"You..."

Shuling was stunned when her son said such things again.

"I truly love Grandma, Xiaoling... my mom, isn't Grandma Xiaoling? Has Grandma forgotten her nickname? The Xiaoling I'm talking about is never anyone else, it's always Grandma! My dear mom." "

Wow... you're bullying Mom... bad son... bullying Mom... boohoo..."

Shuling was both excited and moved, and suddenly threw herself into her son's arms, tears streaming down her face like a broken dam.

"Mom... maybe, only like this can we truly express our true feelings, right?"

"Hmm... anyway... you're so mean! You've made me... I've been heartbroken so many times..."

Shuling was filled with happiness at this moment, and suddenly she acted like a young girl, snuggling up to her son, her shy appearance making Xiaowei even more adorable.

"Mom... Xiaoling, would you... like to start a family with me?"

"Hehe... We're already family."

Shuling burst into laughter through her tears.

"Mom... would you?"

"Are you... proposing to me?"

"Yes!"

"But... we're mother and son..."

"We don't need anyone else's approval, do we?"

"Yes... that's right... we don't need... Mom... I promise you, Mom will marry you, right now."

Shuling looked earnestly at her son.

"Xiaoling..."

Xiaowei kissed his mother.

"Yes... my husband, my good son, from now on, I am your mother, and also your wife."

"Then..."

Xiaowei began to help his mother take off her suit. Shuling gazed lovingly at her son, letting him remove her clothes piece by piece until she was left only in her underwear.

“Mmm…Mom’s so nervous…so excited…”

“Nervous about what?”

“Mom said that if you choose Mom, I’ll be your wife. I’ll do everything a wife can do for you, so…we’re going to…we’re going to really…have sex, right?”

“Mom, now?”

“I want to…you naughty…you know perfectly well.”

“Then…we’re going to have…premarital sex…”

“What!”

“Mom, can we really get married? I mean, besides the legal formalities, we’ll take wedding photos, buy wedding rings, get a marriage certificate, and really complete the ceremony.”

“You have so many ideas, I’ll do whatever you want, Mom is yours now, so…we’re going to wait…”

“No, we’ll get on the bus first and buy the ticket later. Mom, do you want it?”

“Naughty…okay…stop rubbing…Mom wants…want it.”

“How?”

“Fuck me.”

Shuling whispered in her son’s ear. Mother and son kissed and fell onto the bed, removing all their restraints.

“My child…Mom can finally be with you without any worries…”

Shuling said, holding her son tightly.

“Make love!”

Xiaowei said, lifting his mother’s legs.

“Intercourse!”

Shuling said, placing her legs on her son’s shoulders.

“Yes!”

Xiaowei said again, seeing his mother’s lack of embarrassment with vulgar language.

“Hmm… penetration…”

Shuling thought for a moment and then said.

“Whose hole?”

“Of course, Mom’s… pussy… hmm…”

Shuling held her son’s penis against her labia.

“Mom, we’re going to unite!”

Xiaowei slowly pushed forward, his penis entering his mother’s vagina inch by inch. The feeling of real intercourse, his penis being surrounded by the vaginal walls, excited Xiaowei immensely.

“Oh… we’re finally…united… ah… so thick… so beautiful…”

Since giving birth to Xiaowei, Shuling had never experienced the pleasure of having a penis inserted into her vagina. Her son’s thick penis penetrating her vagina inch by inch made her so excited that she didn’t know how to describe the pleasure. Xiaowei finally fully inserted his penis into his mother’s vagina and began to slowly thrust in and out.

"Ah...so good...good son...fuck me...ah...ah...so beautiful...fuck me...fuck me harder..."

After her son penetrated her, Shuling almost fell into a state of hysteria.

"Mom...my pussy is so tight...so comfortable..."

"It's yours...Mom's pussy will be yours from now on...ah...I'll fuck you every day...okay...ah...Mom wants it...

faster...ah..."

Shuling quickly came to her climax, desperately hugging her son and kissing him wildly.

"Mom, why so fast?"

"Hmm...who told you to...be so thick..."

"Do you like it?"

"Hmm! It's so beautiful, you're so amazing!"

"Mom, how long has it been since...did you have sex? It's so tight down there!"

"After I gave birth to you, I never did. I never thought...you came out of my body and came back into my body...maybe...I was destined to...give it to you..."

"Hmm! Mom, we are so happy!"

Xiaowei said, kissing his mother.

"It's all your fault... If you had told Mom earlier, Mom wouldn't have had to go through all that trouble every day... to show you Mom

's underwear..." "Hehe... Now that we're husband and wife, Grandma can confidently show me her underwear every day."

"Hmm... Mom selfishly possessed you, preventing you from having a normal marriage. Mom wants to make it up to you by being your wife and doing everything a wife can do for you."

"Mom, I love Grandma. We'll be together for life."

"Hehe... I'll make sure you can't live without Mom, and that you'll want to be with Mom every day..."

Shuling said, clamping her legs around her son's buttocks and rubbing her wet vulva against his penis.

"Want it again?"

"Mmm... Mom is marrying her son today... Mother and son having sex... Sounds so exciting... Mom is going to have sex with her husband and son today... until dawn... Tomorrow we'll find a wedding dress shop to take pictures, Mom will wear her wedding dress and then you can have sex with her again, after our wedding night, we'll go on our honeymoon, and in every place we go, we'll have sex, have intercourse, have sex, okay?"

"Wow... Sounds so great, so exciting, okay! Mom, I really can't live without milk."

"Then... hurry up and have sex with me... hurry up... have sex with your own mother... my little hole... can't wait..."

Shuling used all her skills to please her son, making Xiaowei lift his penis and forcefully insert it into his mother's little hole.

With a "whoosh" sound, with the lubrication of Shuling's vaginal fluid, the entire penis slid into the little hole.

"Ah... bad... Mom isn't refusing to have sex with you... ah... such a thick cock... mmm... so beautiful... my little hole is just right for my son to have sex with... ah... have sex with me... fuck me..."

Shuling had sex with her son for the second time, and she was even more uninhibited.

Stimulated by his mother's lewd moans, Xiaowei thrust wildly, driving Shuling into a state of wanton lust.

"Ah... Mom loves you so much... Ah... So this is what it's like to have sex with your son... Mom should have let you have sex with her a long time ago... Oh... Big cock husband... Big cock... You're fucking Mom... Fucks Xiaoling so well... Hmm... Ah... Fuck me well... My pussy is yours... Fuck me to death!"

Shuling's juices flowed like a leaky faucet, filling the room with the squelching sounds of penetration.

"Mom... Faster... Faster... I'm almost there..."

"Okay... Mom wants to too... Let's do it together... Faster... Faster... Ah... Ah... Mom's coming... Ah..."

With a shout, mother and son ejaculated simultaneously, intertwining like octopuses. Having tasted the pleasure of sex for the first time, the mother and son clung to each other all night, eating when they were hungry and having sex when they were full, until they were both exhausted and fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

The next day, as planned, the couple went to the wedding dress company and quickly took their wedding photos. That evening, they rented a dress and brought it home. Shuling, wearing a white wedding dress, made a promise with her son in the living room, vowing to love each other for life.

Then, Xiaowei carried his mother into the bedroom, officially becoming Shuling's lover. Of course, Xiaowei removed his mother's white wedding dress and white lace panties, and once again thrust his hot penis into her vagina. The wedding night between mother and son began, and from this moment on, their incestuous sex life commenced.

Lust burned endlessly between mother and son. The two embarked on their honeymoon. After a week of sexual escapades, they moved to a new house and hung their wedding photos in the living room. In the living room, Shuling raised her hips, allowing her son's penis to penetrate her vagina, and their sex life entered into endless pleasure.

April 14th.

My lover taught me to eavesdrop on my sister.

The warm morning light peeked through the curtains. I lazily opened my eyes and turned to look at my mother, who was nestled in my arms.

My mother is forty-five years old this year. She is a powerful businesswoman who has made a name for herself in the business world. She divorced my father seven years ago. Unable to bear the loneliness of being alone, she seduced me. Her fifteen-year-old son slept with her, and we have been living as husband and wife ever since. However, in recent years, as my mother has gotten older, her sexual ability has declined, and she can no longer satisfy my sexual needs as before.

Take last night, for example. After browsing mature women's websites, my libido was greatly aroused. I picked up my mother, who was watching TV, and threw her on the bed to have sex with her. The first time, I hadn't even ejaculated before my mother was exhausted. The second and third times, my mother could only lie on top of me and use her sexy mouth and skillful hands to satisfy me.

Gazing at my sleeping mother, her mature body shimmering in the sunlight, her large, slightly sagging breasts lay flat on the bed, their reddish-brown nipples pressed against my chest, undulating with each even breath.

A plump, snow-white arm was wrapped around my neck, its armpit hair neatly shaved. A few folds of fat marred her swollen waist, but I always found them alluring; when I was on top of her, I could feel their warmth and embrace.

One of my mother's long legs was fully open, the other nestled between mine, her restless feet pressed tightly against my penis. Her feet were one of the parts of my mother's body I was particularly fond of—plump, white, and exuding a unique fragrance; I always licked them to my heart's content before making love with her.

I don't like women with a lot of body hair, so my mother regularly shaves the hair on her arms, armpits, and thighs. For aesthetic reasons, I allow her to keep her thick, dark pubic hair. Underneath that thick black pubic hair is my old slut who has been fighting for several years. Her two thick, black labia are tired and open after twenty years of fighting. The exposed vagina is slightly red and swollen from last night's rough sex and contains a mixture of my semen and my mother's vaginal fluid.

Looking at my mother's large, white, pig-like body in the sunlight, I couldn't help but press my lips to her soft lips. My mother, still asleep, naturally opened her mouth and put her tongue in mine, our tongues intertwining. Aroused, I ruthlessly inserted my left middle finger into her sticky vagina, thrusting in and out about twenty times. My mother opened her eyes, sighed, and whispered, "Good son, please spare me. Last night you almost killed me. Now I can't move my legs, and my lower body hurts terribly. At my age, if you really fuck me to death, you won't even have time to cry."

I relentlessly increased the speed of my finger's thrusts inside her vagina, while my right hand grabbed one of her large breasts, kneading and playing with it, saying, "What should I do? My cock is about to burst. You can't just watch me take care of it myself, can you?"

My mother looked at my erect penis and helplessly said, "How about this, I'll give your sister a call..." "Call her to see if she's home, let her keep you company, I'm really powerless to help."

My sister, in my opinion, is a real beauty. Inheriting the best genes, she is tall, voluptuous, and has fair skin. At twenty-five, she is at the peak of her womanly charm. Long before I had sex with my mother, I had a crush on my sister. I often secretly watched her shower and masturbated while smelling her bra and panties that she had just changed out of. Unfortunately, before I could make a move, my sister married and moved to the United States. A few years ago, after divorcing her American husband, my sister returned to China and started an advertising company. To avoid disturbing my mother and me, my sister, who works long hours, bought another house in the villa area where we live. This way, it wouldn't affect her work and she could visit my mother and me often. After the three of us had been living together for a while, my sister realized that my mother and I had an improper relationship, but due to face and external pressure, she could only turn a blind eye.

My sister's return fueled my passion, and my desire to have sex with her grew stronger. Even when I was having sex with my mother, I could only think of my sister's white, fleshy body. Many times I tried to seduce her with words, but she skillfully avoided me.

My mother sensed my thoughts. One day, she mixed a special drug into my sister's dinner. Before she finished eating, she lost consciousness. My mother took my hand and said, "Good son, I know you like your sister. I'll do anything to make you happy. Besides, I'm getting old. Someone has to serve your big cock. It's better to have sex with your sister than with someone else. Today, I'll make her submit to you, and from now on, she won't want any other man but only your big cock."

I kissed my mother passionately and said, "Mom, I've been having sex with you for years. Don't you believe in my abilities? Don't worry, even if I get my sister, I'll still cherish you, love you, and have sex with you until I fuck you to death."

Mom reached into my pants, gripped my penis tightly, and stroked it a few times, saying, "My darling husband, stop joking around and get down to business. With your sister's stubborn personality, she won't easily give in just because of your big penis. I'll go turn on all the lights in the bedroom, get the video camera ready, and record the whole thing. When she wakes up, I'll use the video to blackmail her into accepting this fact. From now on, with both of our slutty pussy, your big penis should be satisfied."

Mom went into the bedroom to prepare. I sat next to my sister, looking at her peach-blossom face, and my heart suddenly felt like it stopped beating. With a nervous yet joyful heart, I whispered to my unconscious sister, "Good sister..." "Today you'll finally belong to me."

I gently placed my voluptuous older sister on the bed in the bedroom, and said to my mother, who was fiddling with the video camera, "Mom, take off your clothes. I don't want to distance myself from you because of having sex with my sister. I'll have sex with you after I'm done with her, but don't be too hasty. You have to make sure you film this well."

My mother said while taking off her clothes, "Don't worry, baby. I'll definitely make the best incest porn in the world. I've never seen you have sex with another woman before. I can't wait. Hurry up and start."

I quickly took off my clothes and lay down next to my sister. My sister was like a precious work of art carved from ivory. I wanted to appreciate her and savor her little by little.

Her black hair set off her fair and shiny skin, driving me to kiss her earlobe, kiss her pink cheeks, kiss her full forehead, kiss her tightly closed eyes, kiss her beautiful nose, and finally linger on her sexy, warm lips.

I forcefully pried open my sister's teeth with my tongue, and the fragrance of her breath wafted towards me. I sucked hard on her soft tongue, and her labored breathing caused her to open her mouth even wider, her hands and feet twitching uncontrollably. My tongue continued its exploration downwards, licking from her pointed chin to her breasts.

My sister was wearing a very professional black suit. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a pair of high, large breasts before my eyes. A black bra barely covered half of her breasts, and the deep cleavage rose and fell with her powerful breaths. I laboriously reached behind her back to unhook the bra and pull it down above her breasts. Her breasts, no longer confined by the bra, trembled and bounced out. I cupped her breasts in my hands and licked them incessantly with my tongue.

Soon, my sister's pink nipples hardened and enlarged. I couldn't resist biting them hard. My sister let out a muffled cry, which startled me so much that I jumped off the bed, terrified and covered in a cold sweat. My mother, who was filming, came over and said, "Don't be afraid, baby. The medicine I gave your sister is enough to keep her asleep for 12 hours. You can play with her as much as you want."

Seeing that my sister was still asleep, I felt relieved and continued my exploration. After playing with my sister's breasts for a while, my tongue moved to my sister's abdomen. My sister's lower abdomen was slightly protruding, with several light brown spots radiating across her belly. Her navel was small and beautiful, unlike my mother's, which was dark and deep.

My sister was wearing a black skirt that went past her knees. I pulled the hem of the skirt up to her waist. Because I pulled too hard, my sister let out another "Oh." This time, I was prepared and ignored her, continuing with my work.

I slowly rolled down my sister's black pantyhose and white cotton panties, inch by inch, until finally revealing a pair of plump, white, and tender feet. I swallowed hard, thinking, "No rush, I'll lick this after I've finished licking my sister's big, juicy pussy." I turned my head and stared at the area covered by neat, dark pubic hair. Today, I could finally possess it.

I pressed my face close to my sister's pussy and gently parted her deep red labia with my fingers. Her vagina was already wet, and vaginal fluid flowed from deep within, forming strands that intertwined and clung to her labia. I pressed my mouth hard against my sister's pussy. Ah! It still tasted like it did years ago—a fishy, pungent, and salty flavor. There was no taste in the world that excited me more, that aroused me more.

I licked my sister's pussy greedily, wishing I could swallow it all with my tongue. As I licked, her vaginal fluids kept flowing out, and my sleeping sister began to moan "Oh, ah." Her moans only heightened my arousal, so I inserted my right middle and index fingers into her vagina and pumped them in and out, sucking every last drop of the vaginal fluid into my mouth.

After ten minutes, my mouth, face, and hands were covered in my sister's vaginal fluids. Then I grabbed my sister's feet and licked them wildly. My sister's feet smelled wonderful, and I especially loved licking her toes with their bright red nail polish. While licking my sister's feet, I used my toes to pump in and out of her overflowing vagina.

After warming up, I sat up, adjusted my breathing, and began to undress my sister piece by piece. My naked sister looked exceptionally smooth and dazzling under the light. I spread her plump legs, knelt between them, and lifted her large, white buttocks with both hands. I placed my large penis against her large, juicy vulva, rubbing it back and forth a few times. My glans was already covered in vaginal fluid. I slowly inserted my penis into my sister's vagina.

Her vagina was tight and warm, unlike my mother's, which was so loose it could practically run a train. My penis began to slowly thrust in and out of her vagina. After several dozen thrusts, my unconscious sister began to have a physiological response, moaning intermittently. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, nose, and neck. I increased the force of my thrusts and used all the techniques I had accumulated from making love with my mother.

My sister's vagina began to open and close as if trying its best to cooperate with me. An unprecedented pleasure swept through my body. I grabbed my sister's fat feet with one hand and put them in my mouth to lick them wildly. With the other hand, I pressed down on my sister's swollen clitoris and rubbed and squeezed it hard, while thrusting even more frantically. After seven or eight hundred thrusts, I pulled my penis out of her vagina. As soon as I pulled out my penis, my sister's vagina seemed to open up like a long-closed gate, and a large gush of vaginal fluid "plop" out, wetting my legs and a large area of the bed sheet.

I turned my sister over and tried to do a doggy style, but I couldn't keep her buttocks in a raised position. Helpless, I could only ask my mother for help. My mother, who was filming, was also very lustful when she saw the scene of my sister and me having sex. She held the camera in one hand and touched her old cunt with the other, her legs covered in vaginal fluid.

Seeing that I couldn't handle my sister's body, Mom fixed the camera and came over. "Silly son, you're so stupid! I've wasted all these years teaching you how to fuck. Just put a few pillows under her belly and her ass will stick out." The old fox is shrewd; I arched my sister's back, and Mom put three pillows under her belly, and her ass immediately stuck out.

Looking at Mom's face, flushed with lust, I felt a pang of guilt. "Mom, how about I serve you first?"

Mom, tears welling in her eyes, bit her lower lip to hold back her tears, saying, "My good son, I haven't spoiled you for nothing, but tonight is your and your sister's wedding night. After tonight, you'll still be my husband. Your sister is busy with work and can only call you occasionally. We don't care about this little bit. Let's focus on fucking your sister." What a great mother!

"Then just bear with it for a while. I'll take good care of you after I'm done with you."

Because of the support, the weight of her entire body leaned forward, concentrating on her head. The pressure caused her neck to tilt to the right, resulting in her face being pressed firmly against the mattress. Her arms lay lifelessly on the bed. The difficulty in breathing and the pressure on her face caused her to open her mouth wide, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth and mingling with the vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina. Her buttocks were exceptionally beautiful, plump, smooth, and white. I slapped them, and her plump buttocks immediately began to tremble.

My sister's anus looked like a bright red little flower bud. I was sure it had never been occupied by a big cock. After licking my sister's anus wildly for a while, I wanted to use my big cock to break my sister's virginity. But then I thought about how I made my mother scream in pain the first time I fucked her anus, and how she couldn't get out of bed for three days afterward. So I gave up. What if I made my sister's anus wake her up in pain? Then things would be difficult to continue. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. My sister's anus will be mine sooner or later.

With my cock gripped, I easily thrust it into my sister's cunt from behind. To prevent her body from jerking forward, I pressed down hard on her buttocks and began thrusting harder and harder. My sister, who had been silent, started moaning involuntarily from the stimulation of my cock. After another four or five hundred thrusts, I uncontrollably ejaculated inside her warm, tight cunt, which was overflowing with vaginal fluid. The hot semen filled her vagina.

I turned my sister over, and without even wiping the semen that was all over her genitals, I pulled my mother, who was already completely lost in the moment, and laid her down next to my sister. My mother eagerly grabbed my cock, which was covered in vaginal fluid, and put it in her mouth to suck on it. I also unceremoniously knelt down on my mother's warm, plump belly and licked her dark, large cunt.

In no time, my penis was erect again. To make up for not having fucked my sister's ass earlier, I inserted my penis into my mother's anus, which was already fully stretched open from my countless penetrations. My mother and I had been having sex countless times and were already very skilled at it. A fierce battle of flesh brought us both satisfaction.

After the battle, I hugged my sister and mother to rest for a while before launching a second attack on my sister. I fucked my mother, then my sister, then my mother, until four in the morning when I was completely exhausted .

I went to the small bedroom next door with my mother and fell asleep in each other's arms. In my sleep, my mother woke me up and I vaguely heard crying coming from the next bedroom. It must have been my sister who woke up and saw the bite marks and scratches all over her body, as well as the dried semen all over her body (last night, except for the first time I fucked my sister, I ejaculated into her vagina, and the subsequent times I sprayed all my semen into my sister's mouth, navel, breasts, fat feet, and buttocks), and was very sad because she knew what had happened. I wanted to go and comfort my sister, but my mother, naked and clinging to me, pressed me down onto the bed.

"Son, going over there now will only make things worse. I'll go talk to your sister first. Wait for me to call you before you go." My mother put on her pajamas, picked up the camera and videotapes, and headed towards my sister's room. I waited anxiously for my mother's message, filled with trepidation. I was terrified that my mother wouldn't be able to persuade my stubborn sister, and that she would never speak to me again, meaning I would never taste her beautiful body again.

Time ticked by, and I heard my sister's sobs gradually weaken. Mom's persuasion of her must have worked. About an hour later, Mom returned to my room with a victorious smile, plopped down on my lap, and gave me a big kiss, saying,

"My dear son, you deserve a huge reward! Under my coaxing and threats, your sister finally accepted the truth, but she's a little reluctant. Go over and say a few sweet words to comfort her. Your sister has always been very fond of you; you really hurt her this time."

I kissed Mom hard back, pretending to be angry, and said, "You old slut, you're putting all the blame on me and pretending to be innocent. If you hadn't drugged my sister, I wouldn't have been able to have sex with her. We're both the masterminds behind the rape of my sister; neither of us can accuse the other."

Mom and I went into my sister's room one after the other. My sister, sitting on the edge of the bed, saw me and started crying again. I knelt down in front of her, hugged her legs, and pretended to be very guilty, saying to her:

"Sister, please forgive me. I've liked you for a long time. You've always been my goddess. I was devastated after you got married and went to America. You can ask Mom; the day you left, I locked myself in my room for days without eating or drinking. I even thought about going to America to kill the man who married you. What right did he have to possess you? Did he deserve you?! For years, I've been going crazy thinking about you. I was so happy when you left that jerk and came home. I've been longing to be with you all this time, dreaming about it constantly. I am your brother, that's true, but I am also a man. I know what I did to you last night was irrational, but I really couldn't think of any other way to get close to you."

As I spoke, I took a knife out of my pocket and held it in front of my sister. "Sister, if you can't forgive me, just stab me a few times as punishment. If you can't do it, I'll do it myself." I turned the knife around and pretended to stab myself. My sister panicked. She grabbed my knife-wielding hand with both of hers, her eyes filled with fear and pleading. "Good brother, don't do anything foolish. I forgive you. No matter what you did to your sister, I forgive you. Please put the knife down."

My mother, who had been watching the situation unfold, seized the opportunity to persuade my sister. "Daughter, your brother did what he did last night out of desperation. He likes you so much. He's rejected many girlfriends he's been introduced to, mostly because of you. You can't let your brother down. You can probably see that my relationship with your brother is more than just mother and son. To be shameless, at my age, how many more days can I take care of him? From now on, I'll have to rely on you. If you can't accept this, then get out of here right now, and I won't acknowledge you as my daughter anymore."

My mother's words, a mix of soft and hard approaches, actually made my sister feel a little guilty towards me. She hugged me tightly and said affectionately, " "Good little brother, I know you like me. From now on, if you want anything, just tell me directly, and I'll make sure you're satisfied. But you have to promise me one thing: you're not allowed to use drugs to harm me again."

Seeing that my sister had accepted me, I became even more brazen and made a request to her, "Good sister, now you're my wife, and I, as your husband, also have a request: you're not allowed to touch you by any other man. If I find out you're with that man, I'll use this knife to castrate him. Anyway, our family is rich and powerful; even if I hurt a few people, the police won't dare to do anything to me."

Hearing my words, my sister pretended to be accusing my mother, saying, "Look at the good son you raised, a complete scoundrel." I said smugly, "I am a scoundrel, first a scoundrel of Mom, now a scoundrel of my sister."

Before I could finish speaking, my mother and sister's fists came flying at me. I dodged while yelling, "Help!" "My eldest and second daughters-in-law are going to kill their husbands!"

From then on, my mother, sister, and I lived a life that no one else could imagine. For a while, my sister was always reserved when the three of us made love in bed. After all, it would take some time for my reserved and conservative sister to fully accept this fact. My mother saw my sister's thoughts. In order to make my sister fully adapt to our incestuous life, my mother often showed my sister pornographic films about mother-son incest and sister-brother incest. She also ordered an extra-large bed from a furniture factory for the three of us to use for making love. Gradually, my sister got used to this kind of sex. Sometimes, in order to increase my mother's libido, my sister and I would kiss my mother passionately, suck her breasts, lick her cunt, touch her vagina, and play with her fat feet. My mother would also play with my sister like this. In this way, my mother, sister, and I truly began our lewd incestuous life.

Bullying the lover

"raping the mother" 1 It was another weekend, and this weekend was probably the most nervous I had ever had. Mom only worked half a day before coming home, which was their usual routine; while others had two days off a week, they had two and a half. Mom could never have imagined that today might be the most unforgettable and humiliating day of her life, nor did she notice the lust behind my gaze.

"Mom, I hope we'll never be separated..." I said, emboldened by a few sips of beer, my eyes burning as I scanned her face.

Perhaps my gaze was too intense, because Mom felt a little uncomfortable. "Don't talk nonsense. When you're settled and have your own family, we'll naturally be separated. Then you can come visit me often, and I'll be content..."

"...No...no...I never want to be separated from Mom, never..." My tongue slurred.

This blatant confession moved Mom, but she was also somewhat at a loss for words. "What's wrong with you today? Stop talking nonsense." Mom looked at me suspiciously, paused for a moment, then got up and went to shower.

I didn't dare stay in the living room, afraid that a moment of impulse would lead to something uncontrollable. I went into the bedroom and turned on the monitor, feeling conflicted. On one hand, I was excited and looking forward to it, but on the other hand, I was afraid that if things were not handled well, it would lead to irreparable consequences.

I had once imagined enjoying my mother's company while she was unconscious, knowing only that she would remain unaware, but I also felt that such a life was unbearable; I needed face-to-face interaction. Lost in these thoughts, I saw my mother enter the bedroom. On the screen, that familiar figure sat at the dressing table, downing a glass of water in one gulp. Ionized water was applied to her face, and she collapsed onto the bed, the towel still on her hair. I knew the medication was taking effect…

Carefully closing the curtains, I lifted my mother's body. This was the first time I had touched her flesh, and even through her clothes, my hands trembled with excitement. My mother was limp, like a lump of mud, her skin damp and clinging to her clothes. Removing her clothes took immense effort; after so longing for so long, her body was finally revealed before me.

Except for her panties and bra, she was completely naked, her skin dazzlingly white from lack of sunlight. Her pores were so fine they were barely visible. My mother loved vegetables, and her body was well-hydrated, making her skin smooth,

supple, and radiant. She was slightly plump, with a thin layer of fat covering her muscles, giving her a glossy, elastic, and wonderfully smooth feel.

Although her slightly protruding belly disrupted her proportions, her intertwined legs still aroused boundless lust. I was about to violate my mother's delicate body; it wasn't too late to stop.

After a moment's hesitation, I made my final decision. What wouldn't a person who isn't afraid of death do?

I used the soft cloth strips I had prepared beforehand to tie my mother's wrists and ankles to the headboard and footboard respectively. At this moment, my mother was fixed in a "spread-eagle" position, like a lamb to the slaughter. After securing her hands and feet, I took out a black blindfold and covered her eyes. I dared not violate her under her gaze, and I also gagged her with a strip of cloth.

As this moment arrived, I somehow managed to avoid touching her body, whether out of fear or some other reason, I don't know. After everything was settled, I realized that in my panic, I hadn't taken off my mother's underwear; a simple process had taken me a long time. There probably wasn't enough time to untie the strips around her ankles and remove her underwear. I left it to fate; who knew what would happen next?

My mother's body stirred; the drug's effects were probably wearing off. It was too late to back out now. I suddenly calmed down, removed all my own clothes, and climbed onto my mother's delicate body. My hands roamed over her lower abdomen; her skin was so white and tender, making my hands appear dark and rough. "...Mmm..." My mother seemed to swallow, turning her head to the side. My

wet tongue slid across the inside of her thighs, then traveled upwards, showering her slender shoulders with countless passionate kisses. Her collarbone was prominent, possessing a unique charm. When my tongue touched her neck, I could clearly feel her reaction; it seemed she was waking up from a deep sleep. I had studied that videotape countless days and nights; the area below my mother's neck was also a sensitive area.

I gently nibbled at my mother's ear, the heat clearly radiating through her. A flush spread from her ear down her neck. My mother's struggles grew stronger, muffled sounds escaping her throat; perhaps she thought it was a wet dream. My fingers moved to her swollen vulva, gently rubbing her slit through her panties. "...Uh..." My mother twisted her hips to one side as if electrocuted, seemingly regaining consciousness.

It was time to speak. I leaned forward, straddling her breasts, my lips close to her ear: "Mom, it's me! Don't be afraid, there's no one else..." My mother twisted her head violently, seemingly trying to remove the gag from her mouth. But it was futile. "Mom, forgive me, I've missed your body for so long, I just want to love you properly... You can't even imagine how much I love you..."

My mother struggled to lift herself up, trying to push me off her. Despite her bound hands and feet, she still had such strength; I knew the drug's effects had completely worn off. “Mom, don’t be angry, don’t move! I don’t want this, but I can’t help it… Your body is so tempting to me… Mom, I can’t resist this temptation, please… just this once… just this once…”

My voice was already trembling with tears, and this wasn’t an act. Years later, I still don’t understand why I felt so strongly about crying back then. My mother was not moved at all, and in return, she resisted even more fiercely. Unfortunately, her limbs were firmly restrained, leaving her with no leverage. The sounds that came out of her throat were almost roars. It was impossible to get my mother’s cooperation so easily. My only hope rested entirely on the next move, perhaps after it was done… My

trembling fingers slipped behind my mother and touched her bra strap. For some reason, my mother had fastened the bra very tightly, it was digging into her smooth back, and the clasp was even digging into her flesh. My mother stubbornly resisted, and it took a lot of effort to untie the strap. As the strap loosened, ah, my mother’s breasts! Those full, firm, and round breasts were like a pair of white doves soaring in front of me. My mother's fair, smooth breasts trembled with her soft breathing, her small nipples like two ripe grapes, tempting me.

The full, round, firm breasts of my mother, which I had longed for for so long, were finally before me. These were the breasts of my mother who had nursed me when I was an infant! Now I was eighteen, and I had long forgotten what the breasts I suckled looked like as a toddler. Now I saw only a pair of sexy, lustful, mature, and beautiful breasts. My slightly trembling fingers touched my mother's pair of fair, smooth, full, firm, and round breasts. Like an electric shock, a tingling sensation instantly spread from my fingertips throughout my body. My mother let out a soft moan and shifted uncomfortably. My hands touched my mother's breasts, my fingers gently massaging them:

"Ah! Mother's breasts are so beautiful..." I praised them ecstatically, forgetting that I hadn't even asked my mother's permission. Why did my mother insist on wearing a bra that was a size too small to cover such full breasts? I wondered what her purpose was. If I hadn't forcibly freed them today, it would have been such a misunderstanding.

Lying on my mother's nearly naked body, I buried my face between her high, firm breasts, inhaling their alluring scent. I couldn't resist pressing my lips to those smooth, full, soft, sexy, trembling, and tender white breasts. My lips and tongue kissed and licked the deep cleavage, kissing and licking upwards from the base of the breasts. My tongue circled the dark red areolas of my mother's nipples, which were as full as ripe grapes, occasionally licking those plump nipples.

I never imagined that my mother's breasts, which had once breastfed me, could be so sensitive. Perhaps it was because she hadn't breastfed for nearly twenty years; my mother's breasts were as sexy and sensitive as those of a woman in her thirties. At this moment, my mother could no longer suppress the rapid breathing and moans that she had suppressed for so long. I greedily opened my mouth and took my mother's breast into my mouth, my tongue licking the round nipples, sucking, licking, and enveloping them.

My mother's breasts were the second most sensitive area after her vagina, something I'd studied in videos. My hands never left her breasts. I opened my mouth wide, greedily taking one nipple into my mouth, while my other hand gently kneaded the other nipple. My tongue licked and sucked the nipple, and my mother's struggles were still strong, but disorganized. Sometimes she struggled, sometimes she thrust her chest forward, but she didn't try to break free.

The protests in her throat grew weaker, but her breathing became much heavier. I was overjoyed. I was afraid that if I worked so hard, my mother's body wouldn't accept it at all. Now that she was responding, it must be a good thing, right?

The last trace of fear completely disappeared. I moved my body slightly away, still with the nipple in my mouth, while my other hand moved down her lower abdomen and touched my mother's forbidden area again. My mother's legs were spread apart and fixed, her vagina unable to close, allowing my fingers to rub up and down through the thin lace panties. Soon, my mother's panties were soaked with her own fluids, a slit appearing between the opening of her vagina and her underwear. My fingers rubbed and kneaded this slit repeatedly. My

mother had completely given up resisting, or perhaps it wasn't so much giving up, but rather throwing herself wholeheartedly into the battle against her desire. My lust grew stronger, and I moved my body away from my mother's delicate frame, until my lips touched that alluring triangle. I pressed my face against that mysterious, captivating place encased in my mother's narrow panties, feeling the warmth of her genitals through the thin lace, feeling her trembling all over. The bottom of my mother's panties was soaked through, whether from sweat or the fluids flowing from her vagina, I couldn't tell. I was deeply captivated by this exquisite creation of nature, kissing and licking her smooth thighs and round, plump buttocks.

I pushed aside my mother's thin lace panties, completely exposing her vulva. Her labia were already glistening with vaginal fluid, making them appear even more plump and alluring. At that moment, a beautiful, mature, voluptuous, and sexy body lay naked before my eyes. This was the naked body of my mother that I had dreamt of countless times in my sleep. Between her white, smooth thighs, thick, glossy, and jet-black pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, concealing the mysterious mound and valley. The smooth, dark red labia acted as a natural barrier, protecting the flower-like vaginal opening—the place from which I was born into this world—and above the vaginal opening, slightly protruding, was the clitoris, like a nutmeg. I admired and marveled, as if revisiting a familiar place. I couldn't help but bury my face between my mother's legs, letting the fluffy pubic hair brush against my face. I deeply inhaled the intoxicating scent unique to a mature, sensual woman's genitals. I licked her thick pubic hair with my lips and tongue, kissing her slightly raised mons pubis, kissing and licking her thick, smooth labia majora, and using the tip of my tongue to separate her lubricated, wet labia minora—the gateway through which I had come into this world. I kissed and licked her small, bud-like clitoris.

At that moment, my mother's delicate body trembled, and her breathing suddenly became heavy. After my tongue entered her honey pot, I immediately began licking along the tender vaginal walls.

My mother's small clitoris became erect from my kisses and licks, so I then pushed the tip of my tongue into my mother's vaginal opening, gently stirring and scraping the folded vaginal walls—the passage through which I came into this world eighteen years ago.

I cradled my mother's fair, smooth, and plump buttocks, my tongue probing as far as it could into her vagina, sucking and licking her smooth, delicate inner walls. My mother's vagina was truly wondrous—its inner walls were both smooth and wrinkled (I later learned that most promiscuous beauties are born this way). From deep within her vagina, streams of vaginal fluid flowed out like a babbling brook. My mother trembled as if electrocuted, instinctively arching her round, smooth, white thighs, raising her plump buttocks even higher, allowing me to more thoroughly kiss, lick, and suck her vaginal opening and inner walls.

"...Mmm..." My mother finally let out the moan I had long awaited. At this moment, my mother's clitoris was engorged and erect, as delicate as a cardamom bud. I very gently took it into my mouth, afraid that too much force would cause her pain.

With each tremor, streams of vaginal fluid flowed from deep within my mother's vagina, making it slippery and sticky, smearing my face and mouth. The fluid trickled down her perineum to her anus, which, against the backdrop of her snow-white, plump buttocks, resembled a small, dark red chrysanthemum bud, breathtakingly beautiful. Ah, this was my mother's beautiful, sexy anus!

My mother's desire was finally aroused by my persistent teasing; the video of her masturbating last time had been a great help. If I hadn't studied her sensitive areas beforehand and put in a lot of effort stimulating her breasts, she wouldn't have gotten aroused so quickly. The vaginal fluid gushed out in increasingly powerful waves. First cloudy, then clear; first viscous, then thin. It was time to enter; soon I would completely conquer my mother with my penis, making her my mother and lover…

I sat up and untied the rope from my mother's left leg. To prevent my mother from kicking me hard once her legs were freed, I carefully grabbed her ankle and pulled her panties down to her knees. Although the leg was entirely under my guidance, I felt that my mother bending her knees and freeing her beautiful leg from her panties had some degree of coordination involved, though it appeared to be me who did it.

With one leg completely freed, her panties were pulled down to the other still-bound ankle. My mother immediately brought her legs together, clamping her thighs together. I gently

parted knelt between her legs, my thick, long, hard penis pressing against them. The round, smooth, large glans touched her two white, tender, and delicate thighs, sending electric shocks through my body. At that moment, I felt my mother's body tremble. My mother struggled gently beneath me, but I could clearly sense that her struggles were somewhat half-hearted. Seizing this opportunity, I easily aimed my penis at her wet vaginal opening and inserted it. When the large, smooth glans of my penis touched the entrance of my mother's vagina, she struggled again.

"Mom, I'm going to put it in..." My mother's head shook violently from side to side, as if in a final attempt to stop her audacious son.

The glans of my penis slowly squeezed into my mother's tight, slippery vaginal opening. The moment it entered, my mother's whole body suddenly stiffened and she didn't move, as if she couldn't believe that the end of the world had come so quickly... My mother's smooth and elastic labia tightly enveloped it.

"Wuji, do you understand what you've done? Have you considered the consequences?" It sounded like she was serious. "Oh, Mom, dear Mom, sixteen years, I came into this world from here, and now your son has returned to the mysterious world that gave birth to him." I said to my mother emotionally.

My mother trembled all over, no longer struggling. Her beautiful eyes closed slightly, and two crystal tears streamed down her cheeks. A soft moan of pleasure escaped from her slightly parted, rosy lips. My mother's vagina was tight and close, and my penis slowly slid inside. My mother was truly a naturally beautiful woman; her vagina was not only tight but also long, with many folds in the vaginal walls. Sixteen years ago, I came into this world from here. My mother's vagina enveloped and stroked my penis. When my penis was fully inserted into her vagina, the tip of my penis touching that soft, warm, and almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina, with the powerful insertion of my hard, thick, large, and long penis, my mother's legs had already parted, and she twisted her waist and hips to match the thrusting of my penis. I gently kissed and licked the tears on my mother's beautiful face, which were like dewdrops on a blooming lotus flower. When I kissed her rosy, sweet little mouth, she responded and put her clove-like tongue into my mouth, gently stirring it.

I thrust my penis forcefully, the thick, hard shaft throbbing inside my mother's vagina. My mother, deprived of love for so long, was suddenly filled with a young, swollen penis. Before I'd even thrust a few times, she began to moan with pleasure, her plump buttocks swaying, more fluid flowing from deep within her vagina. Her vaginal walls contracted, gripping my penis tightly. With each thrust, she let out a pleasurable moan.

"...Mmm..." a beautiful sound escaped her throat. This deep penetration had awakened her from her reverie, and my glans was already touching her cervix. From that moment on, my mother's trembling body accompanied my thrusts.

Each thrust gave me immense satisfaction; after all, I was inside my mother's vagina. Supporting my upper body with my hands on my mother's shoulders, I slowly freed one hand to pull off her blindfold. Her eyes, brimming with tears, were tightly closed, as if unwilling to witness this incestuous tragedy. Her own son was on top of her, raping her, his penis thrusting in and out of the passage where she had been born.

"Oh! Mom, this feeling... is so beautiful..." His thick, hard penis made her still-fixed body sway back and forth, it was unbelievable. My only explanation was that Mom was unconsciously responding to my thrusts. I glanced to the side and saw that one of her freed legs was slightly curled, her sexy toes pointed tightly inward.

This discovery excited me. I pushed her leg open wider with my left hand, her small foot slapping against my chest. The lewd position made me thrust my penis deeper, each time hitting her clitoris.

I knew that only by letting Mom fully enjoy the pleasure of sex would she be able to leave me. I also knew how much trouble I had caused that night, and only by making Mom happy with all my might could I undo it.

Thinking this, I lifted myself off my mother's chest, straddled her legs, and hoisted her free leg onto my shoulder. I pressed down hard, thrusting my penis in and out forcefully. With each thrust, the tip of my penis touched the soft, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina. Every few thrusts, I would stop, burying my penis deep inside her, occasionally twisting my hips to rub the tip against that soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh. My thrusts made her body tremble. My mother probably hadn't experienced such a thick, long, and powerful penis or such exquisite sexual techniques in many years. My vigorous thrusting made her body tremble, and her ecstatic cries escaped intermittently from her throat. My mother's calves tapped against my shoulders, and her small, delicate feet occasionally struck my face.

Making love with my own mother was a major taboo, but it was precisely because it violated the usual rules that I found it incredibly exciting. The frenzied pleasure made my whole body tremble with excitement. With each powerful thrust, Mom's breathing became increasingly unrestrained, her throat emitting waves of ecstatic moans. Under Mom's panting, I completely lost control, using all my strength for a final sprint. Mom sensed my frenzy and reluctantly twisted her hips.

One of Mom's legs was tied to the bed rail, the other was hoisted onto my shoulder. I thrust my penis in and out quickly and powerfully, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Mom was driven to ecstasy by my thrusts, her beautiful face flushed, her breath coming in gasps, her eyes glazed, her body drenched in sweat, her bones melting.

Mom swayed with each of my violent thrusts, her vagina contracting rhythmically, gripping and squeezing my penis. A tingling, electric-like sensation spread from the glans of my penis throughout my body.

As if sensing my climax, Mom, whether consciously or unconsciously, forcefully lifted her plump buttocks, thrusting upwards and twisting to meet my movements. Her vagina and labia contracted powerfully, sucking and releasing, gripping and squeezing my penis.

"Mom...dear Mom...I'm going to ejaculate...I'm going to ejaculate...ah...I'm going to ejaculate inside Mom's body...ah...ah...ah..."

Mom's body trembled violently, her vaginal walls and labia contracting powerfully, gripping and squeezing my penis. At that moment, it felt as if a surge of heat was rushing from deep within Mom's vagina, forcefully impacting the glans of my penis. A jolt of electricity shot through my central nervous system, spreading throughout my body, finally concentrating on the glans. In an instant, I felt an unbearable tingling sensation in the glans of my penis. I thrust my penis forcefully into the depths of Mom's vagina, my whole body trembling. Streams of heat flowed rapidly from every neuron to my penis, and finally, my semen shot out forcefully, shooting deep into Mom's vagina.

My penis throbbed powerfully inside my mother's vagina, the inner walls and labia contracting rhythmically. We both reached climax simultaneously, and I ejaculated into her mysterious, dreamlike vagina. My ejaculation lasted for almost a minute. After the last drop of semen entered her vagina, I lay on her soft body, my penis still inside, twitching occasionally. Her vagina gripped my penis tightly, so tightly that the base of it ached slightly. Her tense body instantly relaxed. Sweat clung to our naked bodies… I groped my fingers to the

headboard and untied the cloth binding my mother's wrists, simultaneously loosening the gag. My penis, having released its pent-up desire, gradually softened and slowly, silently, slid out of her vagina. The mixture of vaginal fluid and semen was squeezed out of her vagina as the penis withdrew, leaving her already damp pubic hair sticky with the fluid.

Just as the penis slipped out, Mom suddenly thrust her hips forward, flipping me off her naked body. Then she slapped me hard across the face. I covered half my face, seeing stars. Before I could even react, Mom covered her face with both hands and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. It wasn't a quiet sob, but a heart-wrenching wail, her rounded shoulders shaking violently… For

a moment, I was stunned, my mind blank: the world had truly ended! It took me a long time to come to my senses. I lay on the bed and hugged my naked mother, who was lying face down on it, without saying a word. I knew I couldn't say anything at this moment, especially not admit my mistake. Admitting my mistake would subconsciously make Mom think it was an unforgivable sin, and that she could never have my body again. I wanted her to believe this wasn't a mistake, but a rare continuation of love…

I held my naked mother in my arms, trying desperately to pry her hands off her face, but to no avail. I realized then that raping her without drugs was impossible. My mother cried bitterly, gasping for breath, almost collapsing. A pang of heartache shot through me, and I choked up, a strange sadness welling up inside me. I loved my mother so deeply; why were there so many taboos surrounding our physical union?

The more I thought about it, the more heartbroken I became, and my sobs grew louder. My crying softened her voice, and then she stopped crying altogether, holding my head tightly, comforting me with her loving motherly tenderness. “Mom, I love you…” I said in a trembling voice. My mother closed her eyes and nodded slightly, seemingly acknowledging my declaration, or perhaps enjoying a man's love… Her

warm hands stroked my hair, the loving caress filling my heart with deep affection for her. I poured out all the words I had held back for days. My mother listened quietly, neither crying nor scolding me. Perhaps because she had just experienced the humiliation of being raped by her son, she hadn't yet figured out how to face the future...

Holding my mother's smooth, curvaceous, and voluptuous body in my arms, despite considering the serious consequences of this madness, my limp penis quietly began to change again, gradually hardening and pressing against my mother's smooth body. Looking at my mother's beautiful face, like pear blossoms in the rain, my desire rose like a flame again. I couldn't help but kiss my mother's rosy lips. My mother was bewildered and at a loss, first instinctively dodging, then reluctantly letting me kiss her lips tightly. My hand then reached between my mother's legs, and my mother squeezed her two white, smooth, and rounded legs tightly together. My mother's vulva was wet and slippery, the semen I had just ejaculated inside her overflowing. Her vagina was sticky with a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid. My fingers massaged her clitoris, making her writhe in my arms. I inserted my fingers into her vagina and gently stirred them, her vagina gripping them tightly. My mother squeezed her legs together, swaying her plump, moist buttocks.

Realizing that another round of intercourse was about to begin, she struggled, trying to escape my caresses. I pressed her down, spreading her legs, my hard penis pressing against her already wet vaginal opening.

"No... um... no... stop it, Wuji, you little rascal... ah... ah..." Mom pushed me away, struggling...

After a struggle, my erect, thick, hard penis once again entered Mom's warm, wet vagina...

Finally, I was united with Mom, body and soul. My long-held dream had come true, and even now I still doubt that it was just a dream. The second time I entered Mom's body surprised me; it was so natural, without the strong resistance I had imagined. It was like a couple doing what should be theirs. Perhaps Mom had already admitted that my love for her far exceeded the usual mother-son love...

After I cried and confessed to Mom, we didn't speak all night. I found immense satisfaction in Mom again and again, and Mom resisted each time, but that resistance was so weak, so weak that I felt it was just a symbol. Incredibly, Mom's bedroom skills were so bad; if it weren't for my boundless affection for her, it's hard to imagine that I could do it so many times.

I was so tired last night. Throughout the night, I inserted my penis into my mother's vagina several times, thrusting nearly a thousand times while on top of her. Once, I flipped her onto my chest and made her move on top, but she seemed completely unresponsive. I don't know if she was shy or simply didn't know how to move. Being able to sleep with my mother is already a blessing; I don't dare ask for too much at the beginning. Maybe I'll have a chance to gradually train her later!

We did it too many times last night, and we slept until noon today. Under the sunlight, last night's events seemed quite sinful. Mom avoided eye contact with me; I was too tired, and I hadn't figured out how to handle it. We barely spoke, and we didn't know how to face each other in the future.

I wanted to bother Mom again last night, but she sternly kicked me out. Actually, my arms were completely limp; I really had no strength. But what excited me was that Mom's reason for kicking me out was childish and inexplicable; she didn't say anything that would frighten me. Tomorrow is the last Sunday of the week, and I must find a way to break this awkward atmosphere…

Having indulged all night, even though we didn't do it during the day yesterday, I'm still exhausted. This exhaustion isn't entirely physical; I'm probably mentally tired too. Our mother-son relationship will be very delicate from now on, and I'm not fully prepared to accept what lies ahead. I slept very well last night. Although I'm still unsure if I'll be able to enjoy intimacy with Mom in the future, I've already fully experienced that wonderful body I've been so looking forward to. I woke up especially early today and even made breakfast, waiting for my mother to get up.

The bedroom door opened, and my mother slowly walked into the living room…

“Ah! Mom, did you sleep well last night?” I sat at the dining table, carefully observing my mother’s expression.

My mother didn’t answer my greeting. She glanced at the breakfast on the table, her body trembled slightly, and then she looked at me: “It was alright…! You made breakfast?”

“Yes! I’ll make it often in the future, so Mom won’t have to work so hard.”

My heartfelt words seemed to touch my mother, and her eyes softened with affection.

After her body had been violated by her son, she received such meticulous care in return. My mother seemed somewhat intoxicated by this feeling of being held in high esteem by a man. She nodded to me and went to wash her face and brush her teeth. A short while later, she returned to the dining table and sat down. My mother and I enjoyed this warm breakfast. I even squeezed the toothpaste onto her toothbrush for her, and before she even sat down, I got up to pull out a chair for her. This series of caring actions made my mother feel flattered and overwhelmed.

Mom silently ate her breakfast, taking small sips. I busied myself serving her, handing her napkins and bringing her milk. Mom knew, of course, that this was her reward for being "raped" by her son.

"Okay, Mom's full! You go ahead and eat, don't just keep taking care of me..." My tone was gentle; I knew Mom wouldn't hold it against me for what happened the night before.

"Mom, you're so beautiful!" I said involuntarily, looking into her eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense again..." Mom lowered her head, blushing and fiddling with the hem of her clothes.

I gently walked over and hugged her waist, my lips brushing against her earlobe: "Mom, I want to be with you every day, to be happy forever. I will cherish you like a princess."

Mom seemed not to hear me, her head lowered even further, as if considering something very important.

Her thoughtful tone suggested she had thought a lot last night.

“Of course I understand, I love Mom more than anything, I truly love you!”

“Mom isn’t asking you that. You know… incest… is something society condemns…” Hearing my open declaration of love for her again, Mom’s tone softened, but when she said the word “incest,” her voice suddenly lowered, and she shifted slightly in my arms.

“

I know, incest is unacceptable in ethics, religion, and even among relatives and friends.” I had already considered this question and answered calmly.

“You knew that and you still dared to do that to your mother? You, you raped your mother.” Mom’s face flushed crimson with shame, her voice mournful yet filled with astonishment.

"Mom, I love you so much, I'm crazy about you, but... but you don't understand my love for you. You've always treated me like a child. I know, Mom, I've hurt you, but Mom, I really love you, I really will love you for a lifetime, and stay with you for a lifetime. Mom, do you still blame your son?"

"No, how could Mom blame my precious son? But... but... what if someone finds out? I won't have the face to stay in this world anymore..."

Although Mom still hadn't lifted the taboo against incest, what she feared most was being found out by outsiders. I breathed a long sigh of relief: "Mom, it's just the two of us at home. If we don't say anything, who could possibly know?"

Mom's chest heaved, as if she was considering the rationality of what I said. I didn't hesitate any longer. My tongue gently caressed her earlobe, and my hand touched Mom's breast.

"Mom, I will love you well... don't worry so much..."

Mom's breasts were being gently kneaded by me, and she breathed hot air from her mouth, her body still resisting.

"Mom, for so many years, I know you've always longed to live the life of a real woman. From now on, I will bring you happiness and joy. Mom, didn't you experience pleasure that night?" Like hypnosis, I gradually led Mom into a sea of lust.

My hand slowly slipped into Mom's pants. Mom didn't resist; my hand easily slipped inside her panties, touching her thick, soft pubic hair. My fingers slowly probed into Mom's vagina. Mom squirmed in my arms; she was already wet, her slippery, tight vagina gripping my fingers tightly. Mom sighed softly, her beautiful eyes filled with affection, glancing at me with infinite shyness. She closed her eyes slightly, letting me kiss her rosy, beautiful face. When my lips touched her red, sweet lips, Mom responded gently, kissing me tightly. I sucked, forcefully enveloping Mom's cherry lips. Later, Mom put her nimble, clove-like tongue into my mouth, intertwining with mine. We greedily sucked each other's saliva. My fingers gently stirred the deep crevice between my mother's legs, amidst the overflowing fluids. My mother's thighs sometimes closed, sometimes opened...

"...Oh...mmm..." The signal of desire slowly emerged.

Taking advantage of my mother's dazed expression, I slowly took off her coat and shirt, and my mother subconsciously cooperated; at the same time, I unzipped my own pants...

"Oh! Mom...you're so alluring..." I pulled my mother's trousers away from her ankles. I took my mother's delicate hand and placed it on my penis. My mother's hand was warm, and she first recoiled as if electrocuted, then carefully grasped it, the menacing, large, and rounded glans stimulating my mother's palm.

"Ah...no...Wuji, Mom, Mom...I'm not ready yet..." Just as I pulled my mother's panties down to her knees, my mother suddenly pushed me away, broke free from my embrace, pulled her panties back up to cover her overflowing vagina, and stood beside me, her face flushed and embarrassed. At that moment, I was also at a loss, my penis standing erect and awkwardly stiff.

"Mom, what did I do wrong?" I asked blankly, and after a moment's thought, I quickly hugged my mother.

"No...Mom, Mom needs to think about it some more...I'll go wash up..."

I was really unwilling to let it end like this, so I hugged my mother tightly to stop her from moving. "Then I want to wash with Mom too." Last time, I had no choice but to rape my mother, and I had decided that from now on, I would only have my mother's consent every time we made love, and I would never force her.

Perhaps my mother felt a little guilty because she had forcibly extinguished my desire. When she heard that I wanted to bathe with her, although she was not too willing, perhaps she did not want to disappoint me too much, and she nodded with a red face as a sign of agreement: "You have to promise not to bully Mom when we go in..."

"Raping Mom" 2 In the bathroom, my mother was still very shy. She turned her back to me and unhooked her bra, but I squatted down behind her and gently pulled down her panties. I turned my mother's body to face me. She was standing very close, our naked bodies almost touching. She was half a head shorter than me, and my penis was practically pressing against her lower abdomen. Taking my mother's breast in my mouth wasn't considered abusive, was it? Her desire seemed to be waning slowly; her nipples were still erect.

I poured some shower gel into my palm and applied it to my mother's vulva, carefully washing away the vaginal fluid that had just been secreted. For a moment, I used both my hands and mouth, the warm water combined with the stimulation of my fingers and tongue, turning my mother's entire body red and making her look incredibly sexy and alluring. After washing her completely, I couldn't bear to let her go so easily, holding her tightly in my arms. My mother also hugged me, but her lower body seemed to intentionally or unintentionally avoid my erect, thick, and hard penis.

"Mom, I've fantasized about making love with you here when I'm taking a shower alone!"

"Here... such a small place is okay?" My mother looked up, her face full of surprise, water droplets clinging to her cheeks, her face flushed.

My heart fluttered, and I swallowed hard. "Of course, and there are many different ways! Mom, do you want to try?"

"Go away, you little rascal, don't talk nonsense, Mom doesn't believe you..."

"Mom, I really didn't lie to you..."

This is what they call "a glimmer of hope after despair" in life, isn't it? I turned off the shower, and without even wiping the water droplets off my mother's body, I squatted down, embraced her plump, round, and firm buttocks, kissed her thick labia, and probed her vagina with my tongue, licking and scraping the narrow, wrinkled inner walls. My mother grabbed my hair with both hands, her buttocks trying to avoid the teasing of my tongue.

"...Mmm..." The desire from last time hadn't subsided, and now there was an even stronger stimulation. Even with her strong willpower, my mother couldn't resist any longer. I stood up, swept my mother's hair back, revealing her beautiful features, and dragged over a basin stand. I bent down and gently lifted one of my mother's long, slender, white legs, placing it on the basin stand. Everything was done with utmost care, as if I were handling a priceless work of art.

My mother's expression remained shy yet curious, her eyes tightly closed as she silently allowed me to do as I pleased. I wrapped my mother's arms around my neck, supported her slender waist, and guided my already eager penis down her thigh, aiming it at her vagina. My mother's vagina was slippery, so my large, round, and menacing glans slid in without much effort. This time, for the first time, my mother didn't struggle. She gritted her teeth, her forehead pressed tightly against my chest, already looking very excited even before we started thrusting. Perhaps it was because it was the first time in her life that a man had entered her body while she was standing, and it was too stimulating?

My hips thrust, pushing my hard, thick penis deep into my mother's vagina again and again from below. My mother's body rose and fell with my thrusts. "Mom, is it fun? Is it more exciting than in bed?"

"...Hmm...I don't know, don't ask Mom questions like that again...ah..." My mother frowned, her seductive moans rising higher and higher. There was a key word in my mother's words just now: "again." It seems that my sexual bliss will become more and more exciting in the future...

Every

time I thrust my hips, my penis would penetrate deep into her vagina, touching that warm, soft, and barely perceptible flesh at the end of her vagina. My mother was shorter than me, and to maintain her balance, she skillfully tiptoed, lifting and lowering her body with each thrust. Although our coordination was still developing, it was gradually improving. My mother's vagina was so tight; when my penis entered, the head pressed against that warm, soft, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina, the base of my penis tightly gripped by her labia. My mother's vagina seemed made for me; I came into this world from here, and now I'm enjoying the greatest bliss from here!

My thrusts grew stronger, and my mother's entire weight was supported by one leg. Because of the disproportionate height, that leg often had to lift its heel. In less than 10 minutes, my mother was panting heavily, drenched in sweat.

"Mom, are your legs tired?" I asked with concern, slowing my thrusts.

"Mmm! My toes are sore..." her voice was low, perhaps shy about her own intensity.

I took a bath towel and draped it over my mother's smooth back, then gently pushed her, who looked completely bewildered, against the wall. My mother still didn't understand what I was up to this time, her eyes wide.

"Mom, this way you won't get tired..." I explained with a confident smile.

"Hold onto my neck! Don't worry..." My mother obediently did as I instructed. I pressed my body against her, simultaneously grabbing her soft, smooth, round buttocks and lifting her up. My mother's entire body was suspended in the air, her soft, rounded legs naturally hooking around my waist for balance. My mother's lubricated, beautiful vaginal opening was directly in front of my erect, hard penis. Holding her plump buttocks, I thrust forward, and my mother's body also thrust forward. With a soft "plop"—

"Oh—"—with a soft cry from my mother, my penis once again entered my mother's beautiful, mature, and alluring vagina. My mother clung tightly to my shoulders, thrusting her body forward with force. One hand encircled her full waist, the other held her soft, smooth, and plump buttocks. My penis thrust forcefully into her vagina, the tight, wrinkled walls of her vagina gripping it tightly, her labia minora clinging to it. Our tongues collided and intertwined. I lifted my mother up tightly, and she wrapped her full arms around my neck, her shapely legs around my waist, her vagina tightly enveloping my penis, her long black hair billowing behind her with each thrust. Her face was flushed, and she panted softly. My mother's

back pressed against the wall, her arms tightly around my neck, her full, round buttocks bearing the brunt of my fierce thrusts, offering no room for resistance. With her legs spread, her entire buttocks were essentially sitting on my penis—a position that made it difficult for me to be gentle with her. "Ah... Wuji... Mmm..." My mother was still calling my name in a state of deep arousal, a scene that thrilled me.

"Mom, does it feel good...?"

"...Mmm..." A sound escaped from my mother's nose, I couldn't tell if it was agreement or just a response.

I couldn't think about anything else anymore; after a whole night's rest, my youthful and vigorous energy was fully restored. Besides, the fact that I was inserting my thick penis into my own mother's vagina gave me a forbidden and sinful excitement. The consequence of this strange situation was that I seemed to gain an inexhaustible source of energy as I thrust into my mother's body.

My mother had probably buried her sexuality too deeply for many years; although her body had betrayed her, she was still desperately suppressing it, making her excited moans sound like sobs. "...Mmm... Wuji! Good son... Mom... won't come anymore..." I really couldn't understand what my mother meant by "won't come anymore."

Seeing my usually conservatively dressed and dignified mother reduced to such a wanton state by my advances filled me with pride, yet also a profound sense of unease. A tingling sensation spread through my entire body, a numbing feeling spreading through my central nervous system… I often fantasized in the bathroom about my mother, her hands against the wall, her buttocks raised, being penetrated from behind by me. Today, I had hoped to fulfill that wish. But now it seemed impossible. Making love with my mother was too stimulating; I had lost control of my rhythm.

“Ah! Mom, I’m going to ejaculate…” I pressed my mother firmly against the wall, gathering my last bit of energy as I frantically pounded her delicate body, my penis thrusting left and right inside her vagina.

“Ugh… you bad son… ugh…” My mother’s fists rained down on my back, and amidst her sobs, my glans twitched. “Thump thump thump,” my semen shot powerfully deep into my mother’s vagina, surging against the warm, soft, almost imperceptible flesh at the end.

And my mother reached orgasm almost simultaneously with my ejaculation; this was the first time I had brought my mother to orgasm since we began our sexual union. It was indeed quite embarrassing to make myself scream and shout with pleasure at the touch of my son's penis. Only then did I understand what my mother meant when she cried out, "I don't want to come anymore!"

My mother's body went limp in my arms. I held her naked body and lazily sat on the bathroom floor. Her pubic hair was disheveled, and her vagina was slightly red and swollen from my thrusting. Her beautiful labia, like flower petals, were beautifully parted, and semen and vaginal fluid slowly flowed from that beautiful, mysterious valley. I dragged and pulled my mother back into the bathtub…

It was almost noon when Mom and I came out of the bathroom. I practically carried her out, and considering her shyness, I draped her thick bathrobe over her shoulders. "Mom's going out to buy some things... I'll be right back

...

" After resting on the sofa in the living room for a while, Mom hesitated and stammered softly.

"Mom, what do you want to buy? I'll go get it for you. You were too tired just now, you should rest."

Of course, Mom understood what I meant by "just now," and her beautiful face immediately turned bright red, looking both embarrassed and annoyed. She glared at me, didn't say a word, went into her room, and came out a while later, dressed neatly. Without even glancing at me, she went to change her shoes, leaving me, full of suspicion, at home...

While waiting for Mom, I dozed off. Yes, from last night until now, I've been practically working on Mom's body the whole time, and every joint in my body is a little sore now—sigh, it's more tiring than a sports meet!

I don't know when Mom came back. When I woke up and opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Mom sitting beside me, gazing at me intently, her eyes filled with love, care, and affection. Seeing me awake, Mom blushed and lowered her eyelids.

"Oh, Mom's back," I sat up. "How did I fall asleep? Mom, when did you get back?"

"I've been back for a while, you've been sleeping," Mom said softly. "Get up, Mom's already made dinner." With that, Mom got up and went to the dining room.

Mom's purse was on the coffee table; it was what she took with her when she left home. What did she go out to buy? While Mom wasn't looking, I quietly opened her purse: three boxes of birth control pills lay quietly inside. One box was a short-term pill, taken after each sexual intercourse; the other two boxes… the other two were long-term birth control pills, one pill at the beginning and one at the end of each month.

Two whole boxes! Enough for a year! The elation in my heart was indescribable; that little pill had completely betrayed my mother's mysterious inner world. However, I still had a question: why didn't Mom buy condoms?

Mom called me to dinner, and I was all smiles at the table, with a particularly good appetite, grinning at Mom. Mom seemed a little confused. Seeing her blank expression, I teased her, "Mom, you're so good! Today I finally understand the true meaning of the idiom 'beauty is food for the eyes.'"

"Don't talk nonsense," Mom blushed, "You naughty boy, always making fun of your mother. I won't talk to you anymore."

After dinner, when Mom saw me about to clear the dishes, she immediately stopped me:

"Wuji, you're too tired today. Take a rest. Mom will do it."

My heart skipped a beat. When I looked up at Mom, her beautiful face was flushed with embarrassment. Of course, Mom knew why I was so tired.

I went back to the living room, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV. It was commercial break. I hadn't watched TV in ages, and I'd been hoping my mom would let me watch it. Good things come to those who wait, and today my wish finally came true. There's a saying, "A happy occasion makes one's spirits soar," and that perfectly

describes my current mood. I was half-reclined on the sofa, humming a little tune as I watched the beautiful women in the commercials. Don't be fooled by their youth and beauty; none of them could compare to my mom's stunning beauty, voluptuousness, maturity, and sexiness.

My mom came over from the dining room and stood in front of me, looking quite puzzled. She must have thought I was strange, getting so excited over a commercial.

I sat up straight and pulled my mom to sit beside me. She sat down awkwardly next to me. Before this happened, just the night before, Mom was sitting right next to me, quite naturally and casually, occasionally touching my forehead. For the past few days, I'd been having designs on her, feeling dizzy and disoriented, to the point that Mom thought I was sick. If she knew why I was acting this way, she would have guarded against me like a pervert, locking her room every night, and certainly wouldn't have sat so close to me or shown any concern.

"Mom, look, Rosamund Kwan is only forty, but her figure is far worse than yours. She looks like she gained weight and then lost it all." Rosamund Kwan was on TV advertising a slimming tea—many people say Mom looks like this glamorous movie star. But in my eyes, Mom, slightly plumper than her, possessed a more mature and captivating charm.

"Don't talk nonsense. How can Mom compare to her?" Mom said softly. "I really don't know what you children are thinking."

Looking at Mom's helpless and resigned expression, I felt a pang of guilt: I knew I had led Mom down the path of incest, a path with no turning back. I understand Mom's inner conflict. On one hand, there's the constraint of ethics and morality; on the other, there's the force of her son's youthful passion. On one hand, there's the overflow of human nature; on the other, there's the threat of social opinion. Mom is now trapped in this dilemma, and she's finding it difficult to find a reason to accept reality.

To comfort her and help her quickly break free from the taboo and guilt of incest, I hugged her, wanting to lift her onto my lap and let her sit in my arms. Mom struggled slightly, then let me do as I pleased. At first, Mom was very uncomfortable being held on her son's lap, but after my sweet talk, she no longer felt uncomfortable. Mom's soft, plump buttocks sat on my lap, her full, soft body nestled in my arms, her rounded arms around my neck. Mom was wearing trousers, barefoot, her small, slender feet resting on the sofa. Those beautiful little feet had held so many temptations: smooth, snow-white skin with a lustrous sheen, capillaries faintly visible beneath; delicate, translucent toes, the arches forming graceful curves. So many times, gazing at my mother's beautiful ankles, slender feet, and tiny toes, my penis would involuntarily become erect. Today, I could finally admire and caress them to my heart's content. I held my mother's little feet in my hands, gently kneading them. At first, she was a little ticklish, but she gradually got used to it.

"What will I do now? Oh, you forced me to do this shameful thing. How can I face anyone now? What if outsiders find out? Oh, how embarrassing..." my mother said softly, nestled in my arms. This was the sentence my mother repeated most often that night, in various tones.

Of course, I knew this was my mother seeking relief, trying to alleviate her psychological pressure. Women are emotional; when anxious, they need comfort to dispel their doubts and alleviate their guilt, gradually giving them a sense of security. There's a saying that women are "like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty," and my mother was in her prime, her sexual desires suppressed for years. Now, I had aroused her natural instincts, like Pandora's box being opened. However, her reserve prevented her from immediately seeing me as a sexual partner.

I gently massaged her feet with one hand and held her soft waist with the other, softly comforting her. We talked about everything from human nature to emotions, from Oedipus complex to mother-son love, from my longing for my mother to my recent inability to control myself and ultimately raping her. I became emotional, tears streaming down my face. Under my sweet words, my mother gradually calmed down, nestled in my arms like a lover, letting me caress her, slowly forgetting the taboos of propriety, until I was about to carry her into the bedroom when I remembered my mother's identity.

"No... Wuji, my good son, put Mom down..." Mom struggled helplessly in my arms.

"Why should I put you down? Didn't you promise me that we'd be together forever? What's wrong, Mom? You still won't forgive your son?..."

"Hmm... You want Mom? Mom can give you that, but... but we can't sleep together..."

"Mmm..." Before Mom could finish speaking, I gave her a gentle, wet kiss, silencing her.

Under my passionate kisses, Mom stopped struggling and responded enthusiastically to my wet kisses. My tongue slipped into her mouth and intertwined with hers. The alluring scent of her mouth stirred a restless energy within me, and my penis gradually hardened.

I carried Mom into her bedroom and placed her on the familiar bed, a bed that held both my pleasure and her humiliation. As I unbuckled her belt and pulled down her trousers, Mom instinctively tried to stop me. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, you bought so many medicines, where did you put them?"

Mom opened her beautiful eyes, which had been half-closed, and looked at me with a mixture of surprise and shame:

"Hmph, I'm not coming anymore, you little rascal, how dare you peek at Mom's things." Mom gently pounded my chest with her small hand, her face flushed with shyness, her entire being glowing with radiance. I was utterly captivated.

"Why wouldn't you dare peek? I even dare to peek at my mother, what else wouldn't I dare to look at?" I gently kissed my mother's soft earlobe and said lightly, slowly pulling down her pants.

That seemingly mysterious taboo was slowly torn down by natural sexual desire. My mother cooperated with me to take off all her clothes and lay naked on the bed. Because she was lying on her back and completely naked in front of her son, my mother instinctively put her legs together, covered her eyes with a round arm, and a blush appeared on her beautiful face. I spread my mother's legs and positioned her body in the most sexy and alluring way: Under the soft light, my mother's naked body had a breathtaking beauty. Her full and graceful figure displayed maturity and beauty. Her long black hair flowed behind her head, and her velvety neck and chest were smooth. Her full, perky breasts bounced like two white doves with her soft panting. Her small, exquisite, and plump nipples, as tender as ripe grapes, looked exceptionally beautiful against her creamy skin. Her smooth and soft abdomen and her beautiful navel were as charming as a flower stamen. Below that lay my mother's sacred territory. Her alluring, dark, thick pubic hair, like a forest, formed an inverted triangle between her two plump, fair thighs, covering her slightly raised mons pubis. Her dark red, thick, and slippery labia majora were parted, revealing pink, smooth labia minora, a tiny clitoris like a cardamom bud, and a slightly open vaginal opening. Separated by her narrow perineum was her small, dark purple anus, like a chrysanthemum bud.

I was awestruck by this most exquisite creature of nature, stimulated by my mother's beautiful shyness. I stripped off all my clothes, lay on my mother's smooth body, and kissed her smooth, supple skin, kissing her full, perky breasts. I took her small, plump nipples, as tender as ripe grapes, into my mouth and sucked on them. My mother moaned softly, panting. She pushed my head away, not letting me kiss her. I pressed my lips and tongue downwards, each touch sending shivers down my mother's spine. I kissed and licked her delicate navel, then her soft belly, finally burying my face between her legs. She trembled, pushing my head away, but I stubbornly held on, letting her bushy pubic hair brush against my face. I inhaled deeply the intoxicating, mature scent of her genitals, kissing and licking her dark pubic hair and thick, slippery labia. She moaned softly, as if in a dream, her body writhing. This was the third time I had kissed her genitals. The first two times I had forced her, leaving her in a passive position. Now, her restraint, doubts, and guilt stemming from the taboo of incest were gradually burned away by the rising desire. Under my influence, her pent-up desires were completely released.

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