[Wuxia] The Legend of Feathered Robes (Complete) - Chapter 40 (End)

My mother had now parted her tightly closed, rounded, white legs, revealing her beautiful and alluring vulva. My tongue touched her thick, slippery labia majora, and her legs trembled in waves. My lips enveloped her petal-like labia, sucking and teasing, my tongue gently teasing the two smooth, tender flesh. My mother swayed her body, her plump, white buttocks twisting from side to side and thrusting upwards, her hands pressing my head tightly between her legs. Then I inserted my tongue into her vaginal opening, scraping and licking, stirring, feeling the subtle folds of her vaginal walls. Streams of vaginal fluid flowed from deep within her vagina, and her moans grew louder, rising and falling rhythmically with the strength of my tongue.

I cupped my mother's white, smooth, plump buttocks, probing her vagina as far as possible with my tongue, sucking and licking her smooth, delicate vaginal 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, bending her smooth, white thighs and raising her plump buttocks even higher so I could more thoroughly kiss, lick, and suck her vaginal opening and inner walls.

"Mmm...mmm...no more...mmm...bad son...mmm...no more...mmm...mmm..."

I was pleasantly surprised to see that my mother was beginning to cooperate with my kisses and licks, and her moans and gasps were much more unrestrained than before. My mother swayed her body, drenched in fragrant sweat, panting heavily, grasping her full, firm, and round breasts with both hands, squeezing and rubbing them incessantly, thrusting her plump buttocks upwards so my tongue could penetrate deeper into her vagina, kissing and licking her vagina and sucking her clitoris. With each tremor, streams of vaginal fluid flowed from deep within my mother's vagina, making it slippery and sticky, covering 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

beautiful, mature, voluptuous, and sexy mother was completely aroused; her alluring, mysterious, moist, slippery vagina—that intoxicating cunt—eagerly awaited my hard, thick, and powerful penis to explore and conquer!

As I lay between my mother's spread legs, my naked body pressed against her fair, smooth, and flawless flesh, my hard penis pressing against her crotch, a blush crossed my mother's face. She shifted uncomfortably, her beautiful eyes slightly closed. The clear fluid seeping from the smooth, rounded tip of my penis made her crotch wet and sticky.

I held my hard penis, using the smooth glans to rub against the slippery fluid flowing from her vagina, grinding it against her vulva, her labia minora, and her clitoris. My mother was feeling the stirrings of spring, her lust burning fiercely. The rubbing of the head of my strong penis against her vaginal opening made her unbearably itchy. She moaned shyly,

"Ah...you little rascal...ah...ah...no...don't...ah...ah...Mommy...ah...ah...I'm not coming anymore...ah...Mommy's not coming anymore...ah...ah..."

Seeing my mother's seductive, wanton, and unbearably thirsty appearance, I knew that her sexual desire was at its peak, and she desperately needed a hard, thick, long, and strong penis to give her a fierce and vigorous thrusting session to extinguish the raging fire of lust in her heart.

Hearing her wanton moans and seeing her natural beauty, I was overcome with desire. I grabbed one of my mother's plump, smooth, and rounded thighs with one hand, and with the other, guided my enormous penis to her wet, slippery vaginal opening, thrusting it in forcefully. With a "whoosh," my hard, long, large, and thick penis slid all the way into her vagina, instantly filling it completely. The large glans pressed tightly against the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh deep inside. As my hard penis once again entered my mother's slippery vagina, the last vestiges of guilt regarding the taboo of incest in our minds vanished completely in that instant. My mother and I were utterly immersed in the pure, natural pleasure of male-female sexual intercourse. If my previous sexual encounters with my mother were the result of coercion, then now she is completely immersed in the pleasure of lovemaking.

Her naturally narrow and tight vagina grips my penis tightly, the smooth, folded inner walls rhythmically contracting and enveloping my thick shaft. When the head of my penis touches that soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina, that flesh seems to suckle at my glans like my mother's rosy lips—truly intoxicating.

I lie on top of my mother, my penis thrusting gently in and out of her slippery vagina, and she sways her round, smooth, white, and plump buttocks in response, emitting seductive moans.

I frantically move on top of her, and although she is somewhat embarrassed, she is quickly amazed by my ever-changing new positions.

"Mom, why did you only buy birth control pills and not condoms?" I pressed my mother down, my penis thrusting in and out of her tight vagina. Her smooth, slightly wrinkled vagina gripped and stroked my hard, large penis. Her plump, perky, and round breasts were against my chest, my face pressed against her blushing, slightly flushed face, teasing her playfully.

"Mmm...no...it's so embarrassing...you little rascal...you...you...you're not coming...Mommy's not coming...ah...ah..." My mother said, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, unable to contain her shame. Her plump, fleshy buttocks swayed and thrust upwards, welcoming the thrusting of my penis.

"Mom, please tell me, otherwise, otherwise I'll..." I pretended to pull my penis out of my mother's vagina.

“Oh, no, no, you little rascal, you're always bullying your mother,” Mom hugged me tightly.

“This…this…um…um…it’s…it’s…it’s…

it’s because…” “Because of what? My dear mother, please tell me.” I inserted my entire penis into Mom’s vagina, swaying my hips, the head of my penis grinding against the soft, warm, and almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina.

“Ah…ah…Wuji…ah…you’re such a little devil…ah…ah…” Mom was panting heavily from my grinding: “Ah…ah…it’s…it’s because…I want…I want your…your flesh to be pressed tightly…tightly against Mom’s flesh…ah…ah…you little rascal, I’m not coming anymore, Mom isn’t coming anymore! You’re always bullying your mother…ah…ah…” Mom blushed deeply, closing her alluring eyes, looking as beautiful as a bride on her wedding night!

My mother's white, smooth, and voluptuous body, burning with passion and lust, rose and fell with the rhythm of my hard penis thrusting in and out. She skillfully twisted her plump buttocks upwards, moaning seductively.

I pressed my mother down, my penis thrusting forcefully in and out of her vagina, grinding from side to side. The head of my penis touched the soft, warm, and almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina. My mother was completely oblivious to the pleasure of sex, letting her eighteen-year-old son thrust his thick, hard penis in and out of her vagina, enjoying the forbidden pleasure of intercourse, completely forgetting her shame.

I hoisted my mother's two round, smooth legs onto my shoulders, pressing my body forcefully against her lower abdomen. Her legs stretched straight forward, her plump buttocks arching upward. (I kept her in this position for almost half an hour.) My hard penis thrust in and out of her vagina. My mother's alluring and seductive demeanor, her hazy and captivating eyes, her joyful moans, the sounds of my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, and the squelching sounds of her vaginal fluids all intertwined, creating a mesmerizing melody that captivated and enchanted me. My mother's labia minora and the two pink fleshy folds inside her vaginal opening flipped in and out with each thrust of my penis, like vibrant pink flower petals. The folds of her vaginal walls tightly enveloped, gripped, and squeezed my penis, the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina like her rosy, soft lips kissing and licking the glans of my penis. I felt my penis glans being enveloped, stroked, sucked, and gripped by my mother's vagina, making me tremble with pleasure. As I thrust my penis deep into her vagina, she arched her hips upwards to meet my thrusts. With each upward thrust, I pushed deeper into her vagina, my penis penetrating inch by inch, the glans reaching the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh deep inside. Deeply immersed in forbidden lust, my mother and I were perfectly in sync. My thick, long, large, and hard penis filled her vagina completely. How could she not feel incredibly comfortable and ecstatic?

She swayed her body, her plump buttocks moving, her vagina contracting forcefully, stroking and gripping my penis. Streams of vaginal fluid gushed out from deep within my mother's vagina, stimulating the glans of my penis. A tingling, electric-like sensation spread rapidly from the glans throughout my body, stimulating me to abandon any restraint and instead use techniques that my mother used to ecstasy, such as grinding her clitoris, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, and inserting her vagina left and right, to tease her. My mother's body seemed to be burning with desire. She hugged me tightly, and the sound of my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina was incessant. My mother couldn't withstand my vigorous thrusting. Her whole body trembled, and the tender flesh of her vaginal walls spasmed and contracted, enveloping my hard, large penis. She held me tightly in her arms, her plump, white buttocks twisting and shaking violently, and she kept emitting lewd and seductive moans:

"Ah...ah...oh my god...ah...Wuji...ah...ah...it's so beautiful...ah...Wuji, Mom is almost...ah...ah...almost...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...Mom can't come anymore...ah...oh my god...ah...ah..."

It had been a long time since my mother had enjoyed such a hard, thick, and strong penis, such seductive technique. My vigorous thrusting made my mother's beautiful face flushed, her hair disheveled, and her whole body trembling. Her seductive moans were incessant.

My mother's wanton and seductive appearance spurred me to thrust my penis even harder, my hard, strong penis seemingly trying to pierce through her alluring and intoxicating vagina. My mother was driven to ecstasy by my thrusts, her hair flying wildly, her body drenched in sweat, panting heavily, her eyes glazed with desire, her whole body in blissful pleasure, her sweat and vaginal fluids soaking the sheets.

"Ah...ah...Mom...ah...Mom...ah...I'm going to ejaculate...I'm

going to...ah...ah...ah..." "Ah...ah...Oh my god...Wuji...Mom can't...can't take it anymore...ah...ah...ah...ah...I'm not coming anymore, Mom's not coming anymore...ah...ah...Mom...Mom's okay...you...ah...you can ejaculate inside...Oh my god...ah...ah..." Knowing I was about to climax, my mother thrust her plump buttocks upwards, twisting and turning to meet my final thrusts.

I jerked my hips rapidly and forcefully, thrusting my penis deep into my mother's vagina. My mother, in turn, arched her plump buttocks upwards, and amidst her ecstatic moans, the overflowing fluids from her vagina washed over my glans, sending waves of tingling pleasure through my entire body. My semen spurted from my penis, powerfully spraying into the depths of my mother's vagina, which had long been deprived of its sweet nectar, surging against the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of

her vagina. My penis throbbed and thrust within my mother's tight vagina, pushing deeper and deeper; my mother held me tightly, her vaginal walls convulsing and spasming, receiving the baptism of my semen. My penis throbbed and thrust powerfully within my mother's vagina, and her vaginal walls and labia contracted rhythmically. My mother and I reached our climax simultaneously, my semen filling my mother's mysterious, dreamlike vagina. My ejaculation lasted for almost a minute. After the last drop of semen shot into my mother's vagina, I lay on her soft body. She held me tightly, my penis still inside her contracting vagina, twitching occasionally.

I collapsed onto her, too exhausted to even savor the afterglow of my orgasm. A wave of drowsiness washed over me, and I drifted off to sleep in her warm embrace…

I finally managed to coax and cuddle her into bed.

During the day, we made love in the bathroom using unconventional positions. As I thrust inside her, she skillfully used tiptoeing and hip movements to compensate. This surprised me greatly, because she knew how to use these techniques to compensate for her height disadvantage on her first attempt at a position she'd never used before, indicating she had considerable potential in bed.

Just thinking about personally teaching my mother how to make love made me incredibly excited, but I had to do it skillfully, making her believe she had figured it all out herself. That night, I placed my mother's beautiful legs on my shoulders and pressed them down onto her lower abdomen. Usually, most women would complain of leg pain after a short time in this position, but my mother endured my penetration for almost half an hour without a single complaint—it was astonishing!

My mother's body is still so supple and agile; it would be a waste not to try some more challenging positions with her figure. On the other hand, my mother is forty years old now and only knows the most traditional positions for sex. I felt it was my duty to let her fully experience the pleasure of sex.

Dawn broke, and I woke up to find myself in my mother's room. I was alone in her bed. Where was my mother?

I sat up, muttering to myself, recalling everything that had happened last night. It felt like a dream, almost unreal, making me wonder if it was just a fantasy. Yet, the room was still filled with my mother's unique fragrance, a few strands of her long, soft hair lay scattered on the pillow, and the sheets still bore traces of dried love fluid, a few curled pubic hairs… All of this clearly told me that my long-held dream had become a reality!

Besides, every movement and every position I made with my mother last night is so clearly imprinted in my mind, far beyond what a vague dream could compare to. I also remember that after our frenzied intercourse, we were both exhausted. I didn't even have the strength to get off her; my penis was still inside her vagina as I drifted off to sleep… This was

undoubtedly the sweetest and most restful night's sleep I've had in years. The only regret is that this was the first time I slept in my mother's bed, and when I woke up, the first thing I saw wasn't her beautiful sleeping posture. But I'm certain that I experienced, and my mother experienced, the sweet pleasure of mother-son lovemaking. However, I know even more that this is only the beginning of our long journey together…

My mother's bed is too small. Although it's a double bed, last night during our frenzied intercourse, I almost knocked her off the bed several times, and I nearly fell off myself a few times. No, I must buy a bigger bed, because from now on, I'll be living with my mother. I lay in bed, lost in blissful thoughts. The thought of the future brought back the intoxicating ecstasy of last night.

"Wuji, you're awake?" My mother's gentle voice pulled me back to reality from my erotic reverie. She was already standing by the bedside. She was dressed casually, a pale yellow shirt and washed silk trousers. Her long, glossy black hair cascaded down her back, and a tempting blush graced her slightly languid face. Her captivating eyes shimmered with complex emotions.

"Mom, why are you up so early?" I sat up and took her small hand. "You should get some rest; you've been working so hard these past few days," I said sincerely.

My mother's face flushed red with embarrassment. She lowered her eyes and, after a long while, said shyly, "It's all because of you, you little rascal. You made every joint in my body ache and hurt, just like I just participated in a sports meet."

I couldn't help but laugh, and with a gentle push, my mother sat down next to me. I wrapped my arms around my mother's waist, pressing my face against her slightly flushed cheeks, and teased, "Mom, this is just the opening ceremony of the sports meet; the official competitions haven't started yet."

My mother nestled in my arms (she's now used to being held like a lover), gently tracing a finger across my bare chest, her eyes half-closed, her face blushing, and murmured,

"You little rascal, always trying to sweet-talk your mother. This is the opening ceremony, so when is the closing ceremony?"

"There's no closing ceremony, Mom. I want the sports meet to last forever. I want you to always enjoy the joy of sports."

"No, Mom will get old, and then you won't love Mom anymore."

"No, Mom won't get old. In my heart, you'll always be young and beautiful. I'll make you young forever."

"Nonsense! How can Mom not get old? Do you have a magic pill to turn back the clock?"

“Of course,” I said mischievously, suddenly pulling back the covers. My penis, engorged from a night of passion, stood erect and menacing, its large, round glans gleaming with a fleshy red light. “I will use it to keep Mom forever young.”

Mom let out a soft moan and nestled into my arms, pressing her blushing, slightly flushed face against my bare chest. She playfully scolded,

“You little rascal, you…you just like to bully Mom.”

With such a beauty in my arms, I was completely captivated. I felt Mom’s delicate body tremble slightly, and through the thin shirt, I could feel the warmth of her skin.

I pulled Mom’s hand between my legs, placing her soft, slender hand on my hard, thick, and long penis. Mom flinched, her hand involuntarily pulling back—for the past few days, Mom’s vagina had been feeling the power of my penis, but she had never touched it once. I placed my mother's hand on my penis, kissed her almost translucent earlobe, and said lightly,

"Mom, touch it, don't be shy, see how big my treasure is? How much bigger is it than the penises of other men you've seen?"

My mother's delicate little hand carefully grasped my penis, and she said coquettishly,

"Don't talk nonsense, Mom has never seen the penises of other men, I've only seen your father's, but, but..." She looked up and saw me looking at her with a mischievous smile, and immediately understood. Her beautiful face turned as red as a brilliant sunset. She released my penis, clenched her fists, and gently pounded my chest, "No more, no more, you little rascal, you little rascal..."

I hugged my mother in my arms, kissed her beautiful face that was especially moving because of her blushing, and pulled my mother's little hand back to my penis. This time, my mother did not push it away but gently held it. My mother's full breasts pressed against my chest, and I gently squeezed and kneaded them with my chest, asking her lewdly,

"But what, Mom? Is Dad's penis not as big as yours?"

My mother squeezed my penis hard and said angrily,

"You little pervert, talking nonsense! I'm not talking to you anymore. Don't ask such questions again."

I rolled over and pressed my mother's voluptuous body beneath me, kissing her cherry lips in one swift motion. My mother let out a soft moan and responded, kissing me passionately. Soon, I felt my mother's delicate tongue explore my mouth, gently stirring and intertwining with mine.

I don't know how much time passed, but when I tried to pull down my mother's trousers, she suddenly pushed me away:

"Son, can you stop now? Get up and eat first, okay?"

I knew my mother didn't want me to keep going, afraid that her son would get tired, and wanted me to rest and conserve my energy.

When I sat down at the dining table after getting dressed, my mother had already set the food. Looking at her beautiful, shy face—the shyness of a woman my mother's age is most captivating—I saw a shyness born of having lost her virginity to her own son, from which she felt happiness, but even more so, an indescribable pleasure stemming from the taboo of incest. Later, when I went to university and systematically studied psychology, I learned that every mother has a very complex emotion towards her son. In childhood, it's all maternal love; but as the son grows into adolescence and youth, that emotion becomes exceptionally complex, containing elements of maternal love as well as the attraction a mature woman feels for a man. Over the past two days, my mother seemed to have slowly recovered from her initial self-reproach, enjoying the pleasure and happiness of sex beneath me again. The apocalyptic fear brought on by incest was slowly disappearing. My mother was unconsciously undergoing a role shift—from the simple role of mother to the complex role of mother-lover.

When I suggested to my mother that we get a bigger bed, my clever mother immediately understood what I meant and nodded shyly.

After dinner, my mother and I went shopping together.

Following my suggestion, she wore a pair of faded designer jeans and a light yellow silk sweater. The tight jeans accentuated her long, shapely legs and full, rounded hips, making her even more sexy and alluring.

We went to the mall first. Regardless of her wishes or embarrassment, I dragged her to the women's lingerie section and picked out several sexy, high-end sets for her. My mother blushed and kept her head down until we reached the stairs, where she quietly complained that I shouldn't have come with her to buy such sexy things. I grinned and

took my mother's hand, and we went to the furniture store. After wandering around for quite a while, we finally chose a large, romantic, and cozy double bed. After paying, as the furniture store workers loaded the bed onto the truck, I whispered to my mother, "This time I don't have to worry about it falling to the ground."

My mother immediately blushed and, when no one was looking, gave my arm a sharp pinch.

After moving the bed home, the furniture store workers took the old bed out and hauled it to the consignment shop.

I grinned broadly, hugging my mother's waist as I looked at the large bed in her room, thinking that tonight I would definitely have a good time with her, letting her fully enjoy the happiness and pleasure of sex.

My mother seemed to read my mind, broke free from my embrace, and gave me a hard slap on the bottom:

"You little rascal, always thinking of doing bad things, you have wicked intentions."

Saying this, her face slightly red, she tried to push me out the door, but I stubbornly refused to leave. My mother said she wanted to tidy up the room and told me to go take a shower first. After much pleading, Mom kept refusing with a stern face, so I went to the bathroom alone, filled the tub with water, lay down, and remembered the scene of making love with Mom standing up here yesterday. My penis involuntarily hardened again. The thought of possibly sharing a bed with Mom on her new bed tonight sent a jolt through my body, all of it converging on my glans. I grasped my erect, hard penis and rinsed it with water. Two days ago, this was still the penis of a virgin, but just two nights ago, it completed its transformation from virgin to adult. It was Mom's vagina that changed its nature. I carefully observed my penis, feeling a difference from the sensation I felt when masturbating while fantasizing about Mom. What was the difference? After a long while, I suddenly realized it was thicker. Mom's vaginal stimulation had made my penis thicker again. Also, the glans, previously half-covered by the foreskin and pink, was now fully exposed and no longer pink, but somewhat dark. I knew that all of this was the result of thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina; it was my mother's vagina that caused these changes in my penis. Thinking this, I washed myself thoroughly, and perhaps because I was too tired, I fell asleep in the bathtub.

In my sleep, I heard someone call my name. When I woke up, I saw a figure flash by, and I was alone in the bathroom. I knew it was my mother calling me. As I gradually became more awake, I noticed the bathroom was different from when I first entered. An indescribable fragrance filled the entire space. A clean set of pajamas was placed on the shelf next to the bathtub—my mother had brought it in. My heart warmed. I got out of the tub, dried myself with the towel my mother had prepared, and went to get the pajamas, only to find that there were only pajamas and no underwear!

Oh, Mom! I was so excited I almost shouted. I quickly put on the pajamas and practically ran and jumped out of the bathroom. When I reached the living room, I found my mother standing in front of my parents' wedding photo, wearing a robe I had never seen before. My mother wore a milky-white, semi-transparent silk robe, her long, black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her pink bra and small, delicate panties were faintly visible, and the outline of her full, round, and sexy buttocks was subtly revealed. In that instant, the irresistible allure of my mother's curvaceous, mature body captivated me, and I couldn't help but let my mind wander. I really wanted to rush forward and embrace my mother, to caress and play with her plump, full, round, and pert buttocks.

Hearing my footsteps, my mother turned around, a blush spreading across her face, her eyes glistening with tears. I went to my mother's side, hugged her, and gently asked,

"Mom, what's wrong? You look so beautiful."

My mother smiled sweetly, sighed softly, and said sadly, "Wuji, it's nothing. I've been thinking... thinking about your father. I feel like I've let him down."

I kissed away the two tears on my mother's cheeks and comforted her, "Mom, I lost my father when I was little, and you raised me. You've suffered so much all these years; now it's my turn to repay you. Even if your father's spirit were alive, he wouldn't blame you."

My mother rested her head against my chest, moved. Oh, my mother's hair was so warm! It turned out that while I was asleep, my mother had already taken a bath! No wonder there was that alluring, faint fragrance in the bathroom.

“Wuji, we’ve…we’ve gone through all this, do you still consider me your mother?”

I said emotionally, “Of course you’re my mother. No matter what happens, you’ll always be the best, my dearest mother…the blood ties between us are something no force can sever…”

My mother looked up at me, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears. “Son, are you telling the truth? I thought…you’d already looked down on me…”

“How could that be, Mom? You’re the most sacred person in my heart. Besides…besides, I was the one who…forced you first,” my mother blushed—she knew I was going to say “rape.” “Mom gave in to my unreasonable demands because she loves me. If anyone should blame me, it’s me, not Mom.” My

mother nestled in my arms and murmured, “Wuji, you didn’t…you had a one-night stand with me, did you? Once your curiosity is satisfied and you’re tired of me, you’ll gradually get bored with me. If that’s really the case, how will I ever…” My mother choked up at this point, and two beautiful tears welled up in her eyes.

I was at a loss, holding my mother tightly in my arms, kissing away the slightly salty tears on her beautiful face, stammering, "No, Mom, I absolutely won't," and then I couldn't say anything more...

After a long while, my mother calmed down and said shyly, "Look, Mom's like a little child, needing her son to coax her. Wuji, you haven't eaten yet, Mom will go get you some."

I hugged my mother and said,

"Mom, I'm hungry now, I want to eat now."

My mother nestled gently in my arms like a little bird, a blush rising on her face, and chuckled softly, "Hmm, then Mom's hungry too, Mom wants to eat too."

I cupped my mother's face in my hands and pressed my lips deeply onto her cherry lips. My mother seemed to be used to my hot, wet kisses. My mother's mouth was slightly open, her fragrant tongue intertwined with mine, our saliva mingling together. My hand slid from my mother's shoulder to her waist, then slowly down to her round, plump, and luscious buttocks. My fingers gently massaged her round buttocks. My mother tilted her head back, kissing me passionately, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her nostrils flaring, her full breasts pressing against my chest with each breath. My mother's body was pressed tightly against mine, my penis hard against her soft belly. My mother's tongue unconsciously slipped into my mouth, entwining with mine. For a moment, we kissed passionately, lost in a daze.

It wasn't until my mother and I collapsed heavily onto the bed that I realized we were both completely naked—her robe, sexy bra, panties, and my pajamas were scattered haphazardly in the passageway from the living room to her bedroom. Mom rolled over onto her stomach on the bed, burying her blushing face in her arms, giggling sweetly. Her rounded shoulders, supple waist, plump buttocks, and rounded thighs were all beautiful. In the soft light, her skin appeared even more smooth and radiant. I lay beside her, one arm around her rounded shoulder; one leg draped over her plump, round buttocks, my hard penis pressing against her delicate, smooth skin. My lips brushed against my mother's cheeks, flushed red with either shyness or desire. I gently kissed her soft, textured earlobes and rims (for the past two days, I'd discovered that her earlobes and rims were erogenous zones; whenever I kissed them, she would become weak and helpless, completely at my mercy). I teased her playfully,

"Mom, you still haven't told me if my penis is bigger or Dad's?"

"Oh, you naughty boy, you're so bad! I'm not doing it anymore, you're just teasing your mother!" My mother whimpered, squirming her naked body in my arms.

"Really, Mom, tell me, do you like having your son make love to you?" I slipped my hand between my mother's legs, gently teasing her crotch. "Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger, Mom, you're not even forty yet, you're in your prime..."

"You little rascal, Mom's going to devour you right now!" My mother suddenly flipped over, throwing me off her body, catching me off guard and leaving me sprawled on the bed. Before I could react, she was already straddling me, pinning me beneath her. My mother and I rolled around on the bed, and after a few rolls, I had her on top of me. My penis slid effortlessly into my mother's slippery vagina. On the newly bought double bed, my mother and I made love wildly in various positions. My mother gradually broke free from her shyness, no longer just moaning suppressedly like before, her body still moving; instead, she cried out softly, her body twisting, especially moving her plump buttocks, in sync with the thrusting of my penis.

For the entire night, my mother and I barely stopped. My penis was constantly thrusting in and out of her vagina. Once her long-dormant sexual desire was aroused, a mature woman's pursuit of sex was fiery and passionate. Unlike the previous times, my mother was no longer passively at my mercy, but gradually began to actively cooperate with me. In the end, she even taught me a few positions. That night, I ejaculated deep into my mother's vagina several times.

However, when my mother calmed down from her frenzied passion, a touching shyness would appear. Perhaps in her mind, making love so passionately with her son was something embarrassing, especially since she would scream and cry out each time, her body going limp from my thrusts. Her vagina would tightly grip my penis, her legs would wrap around my waist, and her plump buttocks would thrust upwards, allowing my hard, long penis to penetrate her slippery, wet vagina. The large, round glans would touch the warm, soft, and almost imperceptible flesh deep inside her vagina.

At dawn, amidst my mother's wanton cries, my semen gushed powerfully from my penis, shooting forcefully into her vagina. My mother lay on top of me, tightly embracing my head. I held her tightly, my penis thrusting upwards, the hot semen pounding against the flesh deep within her vagina. My mother pressed her lower body downwards, completely enveloping my penis. Inside her, I felt the vaginal walls and labia contracting and spasming, my whole body trembling, until I ejaculated all my semen inside her. My mother, weak and ecstatic, lay on top of me, breathing softly, her body glistening with fragrant sweat. My penis, still inside my mother's vagina after ejaculation, kissed her flushed cheeks, glistening with sweat, as she lay on top of me. I kissed her sweet, rosy lips, her breath sweet and fragrant. My mother slipped her tongue, like a clove, into my mouth, and our tongues intertwined. My hands caressed her body, from her smooth, silky back to her plump, soft, round, snow-white buttocks, kneading and kneading. Ah! Mother, my beautiful mother is truly God's masterpiece!

My mother lay on top of me, her face flushed from her orgasm pressed against mine. We breathed softly, my hands stroking her smooth back, one hand slowly sliding down her smooth, clean back to her plump, full, round, soft buttocks, kneading them tenderly. My mother's rosy, sweet lips kissed me, her smooth, white flesh writhing against mine. My penis, which had just ejaculated, gradually softened and slid out of my mother's vagina.

"Oh, Mom is so tired, Wuji, you're such a little pervert. It seems Mom can't even get a good night's sleep." My mother nestled in my arms, gently tracing my chest with a finger.

"Mom, you're amazing. It seems I can learn a lot from you." I hugged my mother, savoring the indescribable pleasure she had given me.

"Don't talk nonsense," Mom lightly punched my chest with her small fist, her face flushing. "It's all your fault, you've made me look like this, it's so embarrassing."

"Mom," looking at Mom's radiant face from sex, I mischievously leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Did your son fuck you well?"

"Ah," Mom, perhaps hearing such shameful words for the first time, blushed deeply, buried her face in my arms, and squirmed. "No more, you brat, you bad son, you only know how to bully your mother!"

"Mom, tell me," seeing Mom's shy appearance, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, my penis hardening again, "What did Mom and I do all night?"

"Oh dear," Mom knew I was teasing her on purpose, but these were also difficult words to say. "Don't talk nonsense, Mom won't talk to you anymore."

“No,” I hugged my mother tightly as she pretended to get up, “Tell me, tell me!”

My mother’s face was flushed, and she just chuckled and refused to speak. Later, unable to resist my coaxing, she finally whispered, “We’re making love.”

“Good Mom, can you put it more plainly?” My hard penis pressed against my mother’s smooth, round thighs.

“Oh dear, how can I say that?”

“We’ve already done it, what’s wrong with saying it?”

“This…”

“Mom, please tell me, I want to hear it from you,” I said coquettishly.

“We…we…are…are…fucking. Oh, I’m not coming anymore!” My mother suddenly buried her face in my chest.

I rolled over and pinned my mother beneath me, lying on her soft, smooth, and voluptuous body. I gently kissed her earlobe and said, "Mom, I know." My

mother's eyes still held a hint of spring, her pretty, delicate face flushed. She looked at me with alluring eyes and asked, "What do you know?"

I reached under her, placing my hand under her soft buttocks, and said, "I know when Mom reaches orgasm."

My mother smiled shyly, "How did you know?"

I kneaded her buttocks and said, "When Mom reaches orgasm, her buttocks arch high and she hugs me tightly. At that moment, a warm liquid gushes out from deep within Mom's vagina..."

Hearing this, my mother's heart skipped a beat, and a blush welled up within her. Her bright, radiant cheeks flushed crimson, and she said shyly, "You naughty son, you're so embarrassing!" This blushing, captivating beauty of my mother, like a drunken hibiscus, was my favorite sight.

"Did you ask me to say that yourself?" I continued with a deliberate smile, "The most obvious thing is that when Mom orgasms, her vagina gets so tight, it grips me..."

Mom's face flushed crimson, like a sunset, her delicate hands pinching my buttocks as she said coquettishly, "You little rascal, you still dare to say that? See how Mom punishes you." With that, Mom kissed my mouth with her warm, soft red lips, her wet, sweet tongue silencing my words. I gladly accepted this punishment, greedily sucking on Mom's wet, fragrant tongue.

In an instant, the room was filled with the allure of spring, the sounds of whispered sweet nothings filling the air.

Mom's mature, seductive instincts had been fully aroused; her naked body beneath me writhed gently, her beautiful eyes slightly open, a blush spreading across her fair cheeks. Her hazy eyes

, like autumn water, shimmered with longing, and her soft breaths seemed to tell me her needs.

"Mom, I know what you want," I whispered, kissing her earlobe.

"What?" Mom opened her eyes slightly, letting me caress her.

"Mom wants her son to kiss your beautiful, alluring pussy."

"Oh, you little rascal, you're so mean," Mom said shyly, pulling me off her and getting out of bed.

"Alright, Mom's going to prepare some midnight snacks, you wait here."

Mom had already climbed off me and was standing by the bed.

Mom stood before me, captivatingly beautiful, voluptuous, mature, and sexy naked woman. I hadn't expected that my mother, more than twenty years older than me, would still have such smooth, fair skin; such a full and healthy figure. If you weren't in the know, who would believe that a mother and son, naked and facing each other, had just finished making love? The mother, standing at 168 cm tall, was graceful and slender, with a full, curvaceous figure and fair, smooth skin. Her breasts were firm, full, and round, the nipples like ripe grapes, intoxicating and tempting. Although nearing forty, her waist remained slender and supple, her abdomen as smooth and glossy as a virgin's. Her plump, full, round, and perky buttocks outlined a captivating curve. Her long, straight, and rounded legs stirred the imagination. But what fascinated me most, what moved me most, what I could never tire of looking at and playing with, was the vagina, half-hidden beneath thick, soft, and glossy black pubic hair between her rounded thighs, her smooth, plump labia half-concealed! The semen I ejaculated into my mother's vagina mingled with her vaginal fluids, gushing out from the opening, making her vaginal opening wet.

My mother seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze; a blush swept across her beautiful face, and she said in a soft voice,

"You little rascal, what are you looking at?"

"Mom, you're so beautiful!"

I got up and hugged my mother, pressing my face against her round, full breasts, my arms encircling her soft waist; my face gently caressed her delicate breasts, my hands kneading her plump, smooth, and soft buttocks.

My mother giggled softly, shyly twisting her body, naked in her son's arms, being lecherously praised by him—she must have been very happy.

"Wuji, look, you've made me all sweaty again. Sigh, I just can't do anything with you."

"Oh, Mom, let's take a bath together!"

I jumped out of bed, picked up my still hesitant mother, and headed towards the bathroom.

The large bathtub was already filled with warm water. Mom sat on the edge of the luxurious tub, hesitant. Perhaps the cool water made her rationality flash for a moment. Mom blushed, turned around, and whispered,

"Wuji, you should wash yourself. Mom will wash later."

"No, Mom, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong? I want to wash with you!" I hugged Mom's naked body tightly, afraid that she would really leave.

"Oh, Wuji, you didn't do anything wrong. It's Mom... I'm so confused. How could I do this with my son! I... I... I..." Mom was both ashamed and guilty. Her voice grew softer and softer until she almost cried.

“Mom,” I hugged her, kissing her beautiful face, “Mom, how could I blame you? Your words hurt me so much. I will love you forever, I swear, I will be with you for life!”

“But, but, I am your mother. This is incest. If others find out, Mom will be too ashamed to face anyone!”

“Mom, only the two of us know this. If I don’t tell, no one else will notice.” I half-heartedly carried my mother into the large bathtub, letting her sit between my legs with her back to me. I hugged her from behind, my chest pressed against her smooth, silky back, my face against her blushing, slightly warm face. Through the clear water, I saw the thick pubic hair between her legs swaying gently like soft water plants with the ripples. I gently kissed her fair, smooth neck, then her alabaster shoulders; her skin was so smooth and delicate. My mother’s plump, full, and soft buttocks sat between my legs. I kissed my mother's earlobes and the back of her ears. I heard her breathing quicken and become heavier; I knew her desire had been aroused once again. My mother's hands rested on the edge of the bathtub. My arms reached under her armpits to her chest, pressing against her firm, round, and full breasts. My fingers grasped those soft, alluring peaks. My mother trembled, her body limp against my chest. My large, gradually hardening penis pressed firmly against her waist. The fact that her son was holding her evoked extremely complex emotions in my mother: both the shame and fear brought by the taboo of incest, and a strange, trembling pleasure. My mother sighed deeply, grasping my hands as I massaged her breasts, twisting them in rhythm with my movements, kneading her already round and perky breasts:

"Mmm...mmm...Wuji...mmm...mmm...no...mmm...mmm...no...mmm...mmm...mmm...baby...mmm...mmm..."

Broken, intoxicating moans escaped her lips. My fingers kneaded her two full nipples, like ripe grapes. My erect, thick penis pressed hard against my mother's soft buttocks. She instinctively reached behind her and gripped my penis tightly. When her delicate hands grasped my hard penis, an electric sensation shot from my penis to every inch of my skin. I cried out excitedly:

"Ah, Mom, it's so beautiful, so comfortable! Mom, you're such a good mother!"

My mother bent her knees, spreading her alluring legs. The sight of her mother posing so boldly in front of her son made her incredibly shy. So, her soft hands gripped his thick, hard penis tightly, her body pressed close to mine. I knew she longed for my caresses of her genitals. I pressed my face against her blushing face, gently rubbing it, and whispered in her earlobe,

"Mom, does it feel good? Your pussy is so beautiful, can I touch it?" My fingers lightly traced the base of her rounded thighs.

She tilted her head back, resting it on my shoulder, her beautiful eyes half-open, half-closed, filled with a mixture of shyness and allure, softly saying,

"Oh, you naughty boy, Mom's… Mom's pussy has already been fucked by you, what's wrong with touching it?" In that instant, her face flushed crimson like a spring flower.

As if to soothe my mother's shyness, my fingers slowly traced down to the inside of her thighs, gently rubbing her pubic hair that swayed like seaweed; massaging her plump labia; parting her alluring pink petals, kneading her small, round clitoris; first, I inserted one finger and gently stirred it inside her slippery vagina, then tentatively inserted another, two fingers gently stirring and thrusting inside her slippery vagina.

"Mmm...mmm...Wuji...mmm...mmm...no...don't...mmm...mmm...Mommy...Mommy can't take it anymore...mmm...bad boy...mmm...mmm...baby...mmm...mmm...good son...mmm...mmm..." My mother's body went completely limp in my arms, writhing; the hand that had been slowly stroking my penis stopped, tightly gripping my hard penis in her hand.

"Mommy, do you feel good? Does your son make you feel good? Mommy, tell me, tell me!" I kissed my mother's beautiful face, as radiant as a spring flower, and pleaded sweetly.

"Hmph, you little rascal, with wicked intentions, taking advantage of me in my vulnerable state." My mother nestled her soft body in my arms, her beautiful eyes misty and tender as she spoke softly.

"No, Mom, it's 'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, for time waits for no one.'" My fingers continued to stir and thrust inside my mother's vagina.

"You little lecher, it's 'What can I do with you inside the boudoir?'" My mother couldn't help but giggle softly. The slippery, wrinkled walls of her vagina tightly gripped my fingers.

My mother and I flirted like lovers, and the bathroom was filled with a strong sense of spring.

"Mom, come out, let me help you wash." After a while, I gently embraced my mother, nibbling her soft, smooth earlobe with my lips as I spoke sweetly and softly.

"Hmph, you little devil, what new tricks are you going to play now?" My mother nestled in my arms, gently shaking her head.

My mother and I stood up from the bathtub. She turned around and hugged me tightly. My hard penis touched her smooth skin, and she moaned softly as we kissed.

I lifted her out of the tub and laid her face down on the water mat. Her shapely, curvaceous figure outlined the voluptuous body of a mature and beautiful woman. Especially her plump, round buttocks, white and smooth, like a mysterious dream, capable of arousing endless fantasies.

Shower gel was applied to her body, creating colorful bubbles. My hands smeared on her skin, sliding from her smooth back to her full waist, and finally to her plump, round buttocks.

My hands slipped between her thighs, exploring between her plump buttocks. The slippery shower gel made her already smooth skin even more moisturized. My hands roamed between her buttocks, and she giggled, parting her legs:

"You little pervert, what are you doing?"

I lay on my mother's back, kissing her from her neck down her back and waist, until I reached her soft, plump, round, and smooth buttocks. I left my kisses on her firm, plump buttocks. My mother slightly raised her plump buttocks, her thighs slightly parted, revealing her small, beautiful, dark red anus between her two snow-white, smooth, plump buttocks, as beautiful as a chrysanthemum bud. My mother's body was covered in shower gel, slippery and smooth, including her buttocks. My face and mouth caressed and licked her plump, soft buttocks. The shower gel overflowed with snow-white foam, covering my mother's buttocks, my face, and my mouth. My mother and I were truly in sync, our movements perfectly synchronized. I gently pulled on my mother's hips, and her legs involuntarily knelt on the waterbed. Her plump, round buttocks shot upwards, her two snow-white buttocks parted as wide as possible, revealing her smooth buttock cleft, dark red anus, and a perineum sparsely covered with soft hair. I lay on my mother's smooth buttocks, sticking out my tongue to kiss and lick that smooth buttock cleft. "Mmm...no...no...mmm...don't...mmm..." Her plump buttocks twisted, trying to escape my kisses and licks. I held my mother's buttocks tightly, and she giggled softly as I kissed and licked her. Following the smooth buttock cleft of my mother's buttocks, my tongue slowly kissed my mother's dark red, beautiful, small anus, like a chrysanthemum bud. My mother's anus was smooth, and upon closer inspection, there were a few fine hairs around it. My tongue touched it, and my mother's buttocks trembled, and her anus contracted. Her plump, white buttocks shot up even higher, her thighs spread even wider, and her upper body was now lying face down on the waterbed. My hands gripped my mother's smooth, white, and plump buttocks, and I opened my lips to kiss her dark red anus, beautifully patterned like a chrysanthemum bud. My tongue gently licked her anus. My mother's anus contracted and writhed, her body twisted, her upper body arched on the waterbed, and she let out intoxicating moans. Years later, I will still remember that image: a boy on top of a middle-aged woman, holding her plump buttocks, passionately kissing and licking her small, beautiful anus, while the middle-aged woman arched her back, moaning wantonly. But who would have thought that this was an incestuous mother and son?

My mother trembled all over from the kisses and licks, her plump, white buttocks spread wide and arched high. My hands gripped my mother's smooth, white, and plump buttocks, my tongue kissing and licking her slippery cleft, touching her dark red, beautifully patterned, chrysanthemum-like anus; it glided over her perineum, sparsely covered with soft pubic hair, and licked her wet vaginal opening. Of course, at this moment, I was completely captivated by my mother's beautiful and alluring anus. My tongue, coated with saliva, shower gel, and the vaginal fluid overflowing from deep within my mother's vagina, pressed against her anus, licking and touching it; my mother swayed her plump, snow-white buttocks, moaning softly, her upper body completely prone on the waterbed, only her sexy, wanton, plump, snow-white buttocks raised high. My tongue pressed against my mother's anus, pushing hard, trying to penetrate. My mother's anus had probably never been played with before; it was tight. My tongue licked her dark red anus, with its beautiful patterns like a chrysanthemum bud, licking every fold. My mother's upper body was completely limp on the waterbed, but her sexual instincts compelled her to still stick her sexy, wanton buttocks high in the air.

Finally, my mother's entire body was limp on the waterbed, and I, exhausted, lay on her slippery body.

After a while, I got up from my mother, pulled her, still immersed in pleasure, and made her lie on her back on the waterbed. In front of her son, my mother, lying naked on her back, was like Venus, the goddess of love and beauty. Her smooth, fair skin outlined the rounded, moving curves of a mature, sexy middle-aged woman; those curves undulated slightly with her soft breathing; although she was nearly forty years old, her smooth, fair skin was still so smooth and strong. Her full, white breasts, which had once nourished me and fed me milk, now stood erect, their round nipples like two ripe, plump grapes. With each soft breath, her high breasts and round nipples trembled slightly.

Lying on her back, naked before her son, she instinctively brought her legs together. A blush rose to her beautiful face. Her shyness fueled my desire to conquer. I knelt beside her, poured some shower gel onto my hands, and gently rubbed it on her body. My hands roamed over her voluptuous form, caressing every inch of her skin. Of course, what fascinated me most were her erect, round, full breasts and the lush, mysterious, alluring, and gently flowing valley between her snow-white thighs. My hands grasped my mother's firm, round, and full breasts, kneading and gently pinching her nipples, which were as plump as two ripe grapes. A rich lather enveloped her body. My hands slowly slid down to her smooth, flat abdomen, feeling the slight rise and fall of her body with her soft breathing. My mother's skin was incredibly sensitive; even the lightest touch of my fingers caused her skin to tremble. I saw her beautiful navel below her abdomen, gently caressing it with my fingers, then I lay down on her body, licking the indented navel with its beautiful patterns.

"Mmm...mmm...no...mmm...don't...mmm...mmm...oh...no no...mmm...mmm...oh...mmm..."

My mother finally couldn't help but cry out, her hands pressing my head down. At this moment, my mother's two snow-white thighs were parted, and the half-open labia, adorned with thick pubic hair, made the private parts of this mature and beautiful married woman exceptionally alluring. I buried my face between my mother's two snow-white thighs, letting her thick pubic hair touch my face. I deeply inhaled her intoxicating, subtle fragrance, and then began kissing and licking from the base of her two round, plump thighs. My tongue lightly touched and swept across my mother's slender, smooth thighs, gently licking from bottom to top along the outer edge of her thick, slippery labia majora and the cleft between her thighs, down to her hip bones. Then, I slowly kissed and licked my tongue down her thighs to the Zusanli acupoint below her knees, and then down to my mother's beautiful, shapely feet, sucking on each of her jade-like, smooth toes. Then, I started kissing and licking from the other foot back up to the base of her thighs. During this time, my mother's legs swayed involuntarily, her buttocks occasionally arching upwards, and she let out soft moans. My tongue passed from the base of her thighs, across her anus, and from her perineum upwards to the lower part of my mother's vagina. Accompanied by my mother's wanton moans, her vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluids, gushing like a spring.

My mother pressed my head between her two snow-white thighs, her pubic hair, wet with her fluids, shower gel, and my saliva, brushing against my face. My tongue kissed and licked my mother's thick, slippery labia majora, gently sweeping and teasing them from the outside in; her two dark red labia minora, like peach petals, shyly parted slightly; I took one petal into my mouth, gently sweeping it with the tip of my tongue, and my mother twisted her plump buttocks, moaning with pleasure; after a while, I took the other petal into my mouth, gently sweeping it with the tip. Later, I gently took both labia into my mouth, sucking them together, the lustful fluids from my mother's vagina flowing into my mouth. My tongue played with the two petal-like labia minora in my mouth, probing between them, licking the tender flesh inside. My mother was now completely limp from my caresses, utterly immersed in the pleasure of sex, lost in the pure ecstasy of animalistic love. However, I remained conscious; I wanted to rouse her from her trance, to let her continue my caresses in a semi-conscious state. Taking advantage of her momentary daze, I gently bit her labia minora, which I had in my mouth. She let out a soft "Ah," her body jerked, and her legs reflexively kicked out. Luckily, I was prepared, and she didn't fall off the waterbed. Before she could speak, I quickly took her petal-like labia minora back into my mouth, my soft tongue gently teasing them. The "Ah" she had just uttered turned into a soft "Oh." My mother relaxed again, her two round, long, and smooth legs wrapped around my neck, her hands caressing my head, swaying her naked body, and moaning lewdly.

My mother's clitoris was already erect, pointed and lovely like a cardamom bud. I felt that my mother really wanted me to kiss and lick her clitoris. Listening to my mother's wanton moans, I released my mouth from her two petal-like labia minora, and extended my tongue, using the tip to slowly and gently lick upwards along her perineum, where soft pubic hair grew sparsely, towards her clitoris. As my tongue touched the vaginal opening, I gently moved it from side to side, parting her two petal-like labia minora while continuing to lick upwards, inching closer to the clitoris. Just as I was about to lick my mother's lovely cardamom clitoris, I lightly, almost imperceptibly, swept and touched it with the tip of my tongue, then moved away, licking downwards to kiss and lick my mother's vaginal opening, which resembled a flower stamen. That almost imperceptible touch made my mother tremble all over for a long time.

At the entrance of my mother's beautiful, alluring vagina, my tongue forcefully plunged into her overflowing, lustful vagina, the tip licking the slippery, beautifully folded inner walls. The slightly salty, lustful fluid from her vagina flowed down my tongue and into my mouth.

At this moment, I had my mother's clitoris in my mouth. I gently touched the tip of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, flicking it upwards and occasionally moving it from side to side. My mother's penis throbbed gently, almost imperceptibly, in my mouth. My mother's body twisted, her two snow-white, rounded legs kicked, and her buttocks thrust upwards so that I could more thoroughly kiss, lick, and suck her vaginal opening and inner walls.

My mother's legs were spread wide, and my head was buried between them. I licked her clitoris with my mouth, one hand caressing her plump, soft buttocks, the other kneading her thick pubic hair. Occasionally, I moved my fingers to her buttocks, teasing her anus, and sometimes gently inserting them into her vagina. My mother moaned and groaned, urging me to quickly insert my hard penis into her vagina. But I wanted to "punish" her, to make her never forget me. My mouth was filled with my mother's clitoris, my tongue licking it. My mother's round legs were tightly wrapped around my neck, her two plump, white, soft buttocks spread wide, her body thrusting upwards. My mother's clitoris was completely enveloped in my mouth. I would gently tease it with the tip of my tongue from time to time, and sometimes I would gently bite it with my teeth. Each time, my mother would tremble all over, her legs would kick involuntarily, and she would occasionally let out a few seductive moans. The scent of her vaginal fluid and her seductive moans stimulated my penis to a hard point.

Just then, my mother's body trembled, and a stream of water gushed out of her vagina like a fountain, splashing my face and mouth, with a faint musky smell. Ah, it was my mother's urine! My mother had lost control of her bladder and couldn't help but urinate, on her son's face and in his mouth!

"Ah! Wuji, get up!" my mother cried out and struggled to get up, but I held her down tightly. My mother's warm, clear urine, with a faint odor, splashed onto my face. She twisted uncomfortably, but she couldn't control herself and let the urine flow onto my face and into my mouth.

It took a while for her to finish, and as the trickling stream gradually stopped, my lips pressed deeply against her wet labia. After a while

, my mother recovered from her embarrassment, her face flushed with shyness as I held her in my arms, nestled tightly against me. We sat on the waterbed, and my mother said shyly,

"Wuji, Mom, this is so embarrassing."

"What is it, Mom?" I asked knowingly.

"Mom really, really couldn't control it, so I had to pee." My mother's face was flushed with shame.

"Mom, do you know what?" I said, smacking my lips deliberately, "Mom's pee smells amazing!"

"Oh, don't talk nonsense!" Mom punched my face with her little hand. "Mom's angry. It's so dirty. You won't kiss me later!"

I hugged Mom in my arms, pressing my hands against her chest, kneading her full, round, and perky breasts in turn. Mom closed her eyes, enjoying her son's caresses. It seemed that Mom also enjoyed the sexual pleasure brought by this incestuous taboo. Looking at Mom's beautiful face, especially her rosy and delicate lips, I couldn't help but gently kiss her lips.

Mom opened her eyes, pretending to be angry, and said, "Your lips are so smelly. You're not allowed to kiss me."

I kissed her again and said, "Mom, if you promise me one thing, I won't kiss you."

Mom turned her head away from my lips and asked, "What is it?"

"Tell me, where does the smell on my lips come from?"

"I won't tell." "Mom blushed, laughing as she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stop me from kissing her again.

I put my right hand under her armpit: 'Will you tell me or not?'

Mom was ticklish and quickly begged for mercy: 'Tell me, I'll tell you... it's... it's Mom... Mom... the smell down there...'

'No, not specific enough!' I gently tickled Mom's armpit with my finger.

Mom giggled and said, 'Wuji, I'll tell you, please, stop tickling me, take your hand away and I'll tell you.'

Mom chuckled, her face red, and whispered in my ear, 'The smell on your mouth is the smell of my pee... Are you satisfied now? You little rascal!'" "After saying that, she hugged me tightly.

After a passionate kiss, I carried my mother back into the large bathtub. The water was clear. My mother faced me, her legs spread wide. Her smooth, alluring, and lovely vaginal opening, like a tempting flower bud, was right in front of my hard, erect penis. My penis in the water was like a reef standing upright. I held onto my mother's plump, fleshy buttocks. My mother held onto the edge of the tub with one hand and my erect, large, and hard penis with the other. Her body slowly sank down, and her slippery vaginal opening touched the glans of my penis. My mother's vaginal opening was slippery, and my large, smooth glans slid in without any effort. Kneading..." Looking at my mother's soft, white, plump buttocks, her fair and rounded body, feeling the suppleness and tightness of her vagina, I felt a surge of intoxication, as if I had drunk a fine, aged wine. Using the buoyancy of the water, I thrust my lower body upwards, pulling down hard with my hands that were wrapped around her large, plump buttocks. With my eyes slightly closed, I savored the slow insertion of my penis into her flesh. My mother, caught off guard, straddled me. My large, thick, hard penis was instantly enveloped by her vagina, the smooth, round glans resting on the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina.

My mother involuntarily let out a soft "Ah," Her beautiful, closed eyes snapped open, and my mother's face was right in front of mine. Seeing my mischievous grin, she acted like a girl experiencing first love, gently tapping me with her delicate fist.

Using the buoyancy of the water, my body easily arched upwards. I wrapped my arms around her full waist and hips, thrusting upwards with all my might, my penis pumping in and out of her vagina.

My mother let out a soft moan, her plump, soft buttocks pressing down as she straddled me. Her smooth, tight, wrinkled vagina enveloped and caressed my penis. My mother swayed her hips, and I thrust upwards with all my might, the water in the large bathtub rippling like ocean waves

. The room was soaked by two writhing bodies. My mother's once snow-white body, now flushed with heat, became the vessel for her desire. Her wanton moans led me to the peak of sexual passion. Satisfied, my mother slowly slid her taut legs off my shoulders, curling up in the bathtub with my nearly exhausted body, whispering sweet nothings to me...

My mother's sexual desire as a woman had finally been aroused. In just one week, she had found her place. She clearly knew that she was first and foremost a mother, and only then a woman; and for me, she was first as a mother, and second as a lover.

With a "click," I reached out and switched on the bedside lamp, its soft, warm light instantly flooding the entire bedroom.

"Mmm," Mom murmured softly, her flushed cheeks radiating the satisfaction of sex, her silky eyes shimmering with a languid light. She buried her face in my chest, saying with a touch of shyness and coquettishness, "Good son, hold me!"

Mom was now on top of me, my penis still inside her vagina after I had ejaculated, her labia still tightly gripping it. I kissed her rosy cheeks and obediently held her close. These past few days, I had learned Mom's habit: after each passionate encounter, she would whine to me, hinting that she needed some gentle, tender caresses before the next storm. So I wrapped one arm around her waist, and with the other, gently stroked her smooth back and caressed her buttocks.

Mom murmured dreamily, expressing her satisfaction and contentment. Her voice seemed to come from afar, or perhaps rise from her chest, a sweet, shy voice like a nightingale's song reaching my ears: "My dear son, tonight you've made me so happy!"

I held my mother tightly. Lately, my mother had become very fond of me. She always used this woman-on-top position, straddling me, guiding my hard, long, thick, and strong penis with her hands, slowly lowering it onto her plump, round buttocks. Her slippery, wet vagina gradually swallowed my penis until her labia tightly gripped the base of my penis, and the large, round glans pressed firmly against the warm, soft, and almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina. At this moment, Mom twisted her soft, plump buttocks, causing the head of my penis to rub against that soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh; Mom's body leaned slightly back, her hands kneading her round, plump, soft, and perky breasts, her beautiful face flushed with lust, her hazy eyes shimmering with seductive light.

At these moments, Mom would move her body against me, her slippery, folded vagina tightly enveloping and stroking my thick, hard penis. Her face was flushed, her hair cascaded down, her beautiful eyes were hazy, and she was panting heavily. Her breasts bounced on her chest. Mom's white, smooth, plump buttocks swayed, her fleshy bottoms hitting my legs with a slapping sound. My mother's long-dormant desires, finally released from their long-suppressed hunger, were completely unleashed. On top of me, her mature, beautiful, and alluring vagina tightly gripped and squeezed my penis. That primal lust caused her to completely abandon reason, succumbing to the incestuous pleasure. My

beautiful, mature, voluptuous, and sexy mother was overwhelmed by the forbidden pleasure of incestuous intercourse, reaching a state of ecstasy. She straddled me, her body undulating, her hair flowing, her body glistening with sweat, panting heavily. She squeezed and rubbed her full, firm, and round breasts with both hands. A continuous flow of vaginal fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, making our thick pubic hair and genitals wet and sticky. My mother's soft, seductive, and wanton moans released all the pent-up desire of a lonely, lonely woman after many years.

The lewd sounds of their intercourse, "plop, plop," only fueled our lust and heightened our arousal. My mother straddled me, her body swaying and her hips twisting; her long, black hair danced like a burning flame behind her head; her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, she was covered in sweat, and she was panting heavily. She thrust her plump buttocks wildly, her round, fleshy buttocks slapping against my inner thighs. Her long-dormant, mature, beautiful, alluring, moist vagina, with its folded inner walls, tightly gripped and stroked my penis. I felt her labia contracting rhythmically, just like the cherry lips of her small mouth, tightly biting the base of my penis. My beautiful, mature, voluptuous, and sexy mother had completely disregarded ethical taboos, captivated by my thick, large, and long penis and skillful sexual techniques, deeply immersed in the forbidden pleasure of mother-son infidelity. I lay on my back, my body moving up and down, my abdomen driving my penis to thrust forcefully, meeting my mother's wanton vagina. One hand, not content with its rest, kneaded and played with my mother's round, perky breasts, bouncing up and down like a pair of white doves. My mother's breasts were kneaded until they were perky, and her two small nipples were kneaded until they were hard and erect, like ripe, full grapes. My mother's beautiful face was flushed, her beautiful eyes were hazy, her cherry lips were slightly parted, and she was panting softly. At this moment, my mother was no longer the graceful, elegant, and beautiful woman she had been in front of everyone; she was no longer the shyness she had shown when I had raped her just a few days ago. All she did was wiggle her plump, round buttocks, gripping my penis tightly, letting the glans touch the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina with each thrust. Her beautiful face was filled with a seductive allure.

I thrust my penis upwards forcefully, my hands gripping my mother's buttocks, pumping my penis in and out with each stroke. The glans touched that soft, almost imperceptible flesh deep inside my mother's vagina, and I felt a warm current gushing out from the end of her vagina, making my glans tingle and causing my whole body to tremble involuntarily. Like an electric shock, a surge of heat traveled from my central nervous system to the base of my penis, then quickly back to the glans. I knew that my mother and I had reached orgasm at the same time.

Amidst my mother's wanton cries, my semen gushed powerfully from my penis, shooting forcefully into her vagina. My mother lay on top of me, tightly embracing my head. I held her tightly, my penis thrusting upwards, the hot semen pounding against the flesh deep within her vagina. My mother pressed her lower body downwards, completely enveloping my penis. Inside her, I felt the contractions and spasms of her vaginal walls and labia, my whole body trembling, until I ejaculated all my semen inside her. My mother, weak and ecstatic, lay on top of me, breathing softly, drenched in fragrant sweat. My penis, still inside her, kissed her flushed cheeks, glistening with sweat, and her sweet, red lips, her breath sweet and fragrant. She slipped her delicate tongue into my mouth, and our tongues intertwined. My hands caressed her body, from her smooth, silky back to her plump, soft, round, snow-white buttocks, kneading and kneading. Ah! Mother, my beautiful mother is truly God's masterpiece!

Before I knew it, my mother and I had been "living together" for almost two weeks. During this time, on our newly bought double bed, my mother became deeply infatuated with my young penis, and her long-dormant sexual desire erupted like a volcano. Her long-dormant and vigorous sexual desire was completely ignited. The taboo of incest allowed my mother and me to experience the indescribable pleasure of mother-son lovemaking. Like opium addicts, my mother and I were deeply captivated by the pleasure brought by the taboo of incest.

Holding my naked mother against my naked body, my still-erect penis, after ejaculating, was still inside her vagina. Only at this moment did I truly understand how charming and lovely my mother, who held the dual identities of "mother" and "lover," was. In my mother, I can feel her tenderness and care, as well as the allure and wantonness of a lover. Sometimes, her maturity and skillful sexual techniques amaze me. The love she shows her son reveals a hidden shyness beneath her indulgence. Sometimes, in my arms, as I revel in the passion of her mature, fair, and voluptuous body, she acts like a little girl, treating me like her lover. For the past two weeks, my mother and I have made love countless times. Each time, we experience a different sensation, a sensation that defies description. Each time, I derive exhilarating pleasure from my mother; and she, almost every time, expresses her ecstatic satisfaction with her body and soft moans…

“Who told you to be both my mother and my lover?” I teased, my hands kneading her plump, soft buttocks, lightly kissing her flowing hair. “In every way, I must do my best to make you happy…”

My mother’s face is pressed against my chest; even without looking, I can feel her blush. Over these two weeks, I’ve discovered that my mother’s most alluring quality is that even in her most wanton moments, her inexplicable shyness transforms into a flushed face and alluring eyes.

My mother’s slippery vagina still envelops my penis, the inner walls and labia minora contracting and twitching rhythmically.

My mother's slightly flushed face gently caressed my chest as she murmured, "Ah, time flies so fast. Sixteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, and in two months it will be your sixteenth birthday. When you were first born, you were so tiny. I always wondered when such a small child would grow up. I never imagined that you would grow up so quickly. And now you can even be with me..."

I chuckled and said lewdly, "Mom, did you ever imagine this day when you gave birth to me? Sixteen years ago, I was born into this world through your vagina, and sixteen years later, my penis is inside your vagina again."

My mother sighed softly, saying with deep emotion, "Yes, I really never imagined that my son would grow so strong at sixteen, that he would have such thoughts about me, and that he would act on them without hesitation. I never dreamed that I would be forced by my son..."

At this moment, my penis slowly swelled inside my mother's vagina, gradually filling it completely.

"Oh dear, you little rascal, already making demands again? Son, you're almost as much of a wolfhound as me."

I knew Mom was teasing me, because after a male dog ejaculates inside a female dog's vagina, its penis remains erect and cannot be withdrawn due to the lubrication of the female's vaginal fluid.

"Want to experience the feeling of a wolfhound, Mom?" I flipped over and pinned Mom beneath me, my penis still deeply inserted into her vagina. Mom and I were already perfectly in sync, she let out a soft moan, letting me pin her down. Her two smooth, rounded legs wrapped around my waist, her plump, round buttocks shifting and thrusting, her vagina and labia gripping my penis tightly, her two round, white arms tightly embracing my neck and back. I twisted my hips, my penis swirling inside Mom's vagina, the menacing, large glans grinding against the warm, soft, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina.

"Oh...oh...good boy...oh...oh...Mommy...oh...oh...so beautiful...oh...oh...son...oh...oh...oh...I'm not coming anymore...oh...oh..."

The mother's moaning was no longer suppressed, but a seductive and alluring sound that came from the heart, expressing her sexual desire and desires and the satisfaction of her sexual desires.

From the night we bought the big bed, during our passionate lovemaking, I would always flirtatiously ask my mother, "Mom, what are we doing?"

At this, my mother would blush and pinch my buttocks with her delicate little hands: "You little rascal, pushing your luck! How can you ask something like that?"

I would thrust my penis in and out, chuckling lewdly: "Mom, tell me, I want to hear what you and I are doing!"

My mother, worn down by my teasing, would finally say, "You little devil, then tell me, what are we doing?"

Looking at my mother's alluring, shy figure, my penis thrust and twisted faster inside her vagina: "I want Mom to tell me, Mom, tell me quickly!"

My mother, panting softly, said helplessly, "Sigh, you're really my devilish charm." My mother, blushing, said in a soft, delicate voice, "We...we...are fucking...fucking...

your pussy..."

"Who's fucking whose pussy? Mom didn't say it clearly."

"Yes...yes...son...son...is fucking...fucking Mom's cunt..."

As she said this, Mom would blush deeply, closing her alluring eyes, becoming as beautiful as a bride on her wedding night!

At this moment, Mom and I would both feel the thrill and pleasure brought by the taboo of incest. That is to say, in the frenzy of lovemaking, Mom and I were constantly savoring the indescribable pleasure and excitement of mother-son adultery. On one hand, Mom thought it was her son raping her; on the other hand, she thought it was her lover having sex with her. On one hand, I thought I was fucking my own mother; on the other hand, I thought I was having sex with my lover. Of course, when Mom and I were having frenzied lovemaking in bed, I still liked to call her "Mom," and Mom, of course, liked to call me "son." Sometimes we would also call each other "wife," "Mom," "husband," and "son" all at once.

My mother liked to straddle me in the woman-on-top position, and I was happy to let her straddle me. This way, I could watch her actively sway her plump buttocks, her body bouncing, her slippery vagina and wet labia gripping and squeezing my penis. Her full, perky breasts were like two leaping white flames.

But sometimes I also liked to doggy style, with my mother kneeling on the bed, elbows on the bed, her upper body almost touching the bed, her white, smooth, plump buttocks raised high and spread wide. At this time, her vagina, hidden among the fluffy, thick pubic hair, and her alluring, chrysanthemum-bud-like anus would be exaggeratedly displayed before me. Whenever this happened, I would pounce on my mother's plump buttocks and kiss and lick those two places to my heart's content. My mother always swayed her plump hips, preventing me from kissing her anus, always saying, "No, no, it's too dirty there." But before we went to bed together, my mother would always wash herself thoroughly. She knew that her precious son would kiss and lick every inch of her skin, touching every orifice with the tip of his tongue, before inserting his penis into her vagina. My mother let me kiss and lick her anus, but she never let my fingers (let alone my penis) enter it. Although I desperately wanted to possess my mother completely, I respected her choice and didn't force her. Until one day, my mother voluntarily offered me her beautiful, sacred, virgin-like anus.

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