[Urban] My Mother, Still Charming Even in Her Middle Ages (Complete) - 34-36

Fuck my mother's plump vulva

(1)

I am twenty-five years old this year. I only have one older sister who is already married. My parents are both workers. My father is fifty-five years old and my mother is fifty-two years old. They both retired when they were fifty. My father plays mahjong in the teahouse all day long. He often plays all night and doesn't come home for dinner. My mother often nags him about it. After retiring, my mother does housework at home and now takes care of my child. She likes to go dancing at the senior citizens' association at night. My father doesn't accompany her, so she often goes by herself.

Although my mother is over fifty years old and has a thick waist and big hips, she is still relatively healthy because she exercises regularly. Her skin is fair. Except for a few crow's feet and a few age spots at the corners of her eyes, she still looks like a middle-aged woman with charm. Especially when she walks, her two slightly sagging breasts and big buttocks tremble and move, arousing people's imagination.

Of course, this was only possible in the summer when my mother wore less clothing and no bra at home. Normally, she dressed very traditionally when she went out, and in the eyes of those around her, she was an absolutely docile and obedient housewife. She only had female partners when she danced, which my father was very happy about and never objected to her dancing alone.

My mother and I had sexual relations about a year and a half ago. It took me about three months to get her to have an incestuous relationship with me, with her half-hearted resistance. Afterwards, she didn't blame me; everything felt natural. I gave her voluptuous, mature body an unprecedented orgasm, and I felt unusually excited about having sex with my own mother.

After the first time, my mother and I reached a tacit understanding: when acquaintances were around, we were a normal mother and son; otherwise, I could do whatever I wanted with her body. So, for over a year now, no one has known that my obedient mother had a physical relationship with me.

I started paying attention to my mother's body two months after graduating from university, when she had also retired two months prior.

My first year after graduation was spent interning at a company; it was very easy and free. Because my girlfriend's internship was in another city, I spent most of my time at home, surfing the internet and playing games. After a while, life without a woman became unbearable. When my girlfriend was around, we had sex at least every two days, but now I only masturbate, so I look at pornographic websites for stimulation. One time, I accidentally saw pictures of mature women and incestuous stories about mothers and sons online. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement; it was a stimulation completely different from fantasizing about my girlfriend, and I ejaculated quickly.

The plump, white bodies of middle-aged and elderly women, their darkened labia from years of friction, their large buttocks, and their fleshy waists gave me a sinful pleasure. I started imagining whether my mother's vulva was like those of those mature women, but I quickly dismissed the thought; after all, she was my own mother, and I felt guilty.

The next month remained calm; I continued to look at pornographic websites and masturbate.

But I found myself increasingly enjoying watching content about incestuous relationships with mature women. Memories of my girlfriend's body no longer excited me as much. Often, seeing the naked bodies of mature women would trigger fantasies about my mother's body, which became even more arousing. Whenever I fantasized about penetrating my mother's vagina, I would ejaculate quickly, but afterwards I still felt guilty towards my mother.

Then one day at noon, my father still hadn't come home. After lunch, I locked myself in my room and masturbated. My mother finished getting ready and went to take a shower. Half an hour after she went into the bathroom, she started calling me. It turned out that the clothes she took in to change into had fallen on the floor and gotten wet, so she asked me to get her another set. When I came out, I didn't know which ones to get, so I asked, "Mom, which ones? Where do you put them?"

"I took a set of underwear and pajamas from the drawer under my closet. Oh, I took your pajamas. Mom has another set that's been washed."

I opened the drawer and saw two pairs of panties and a bra inside. They were all very old. The bra was much bigger than my girlfriend's. I hadn't noticed before that my mom's breasts were so big. One of the panties was almost torn from washing. When I put it on my hand, it was almost transparent. If my mom wore this panty...

For some reason, images of mature women's bodies and my mom's face suddenly popped into my mind again, alternating and I couldn't shake them off. Holding my mom's panties, I finally couldn't help but fantasize about my mom's body again, fantasizing about my mom's vulva under these panties, whether my mom's buttocks were as plump and white as those mature women on porn websites. As I thought about it, my penis got hard. I couldn't control myself and put my mom's panties to my nose and took a deep sniff, but there was only a faint scent of laundry detergent.

I remembered the pungent smell of my girlfriend's panties, soaked with her juices before we made love, and it was like smelling my mother's vagina. I couldn't help but start masturbating again. I licked the part of my mother's panties that was touching her vulva, imagining myself licking her labia. Although I had never paid attention to my mother's body and didn't know what her vulva looked like, the fantasy of her body made me extremely excited. I rubbed my penis vigorously, and then wrapped the part of my mother

's panties that was touching her vulva around my penis and stroked it, imagining my penis penetrating my mother's vulva... Soon, a strong pleasure rushed up my waist... I was about to ejaculate... I thrust a few times and quickly took off my mother's panties. A stream of semen spurted out and shot onto my panties, but the part of my mother's panties that had been covering my penis was still a little wet. My mother cried out again when she saw that I hadn't taken it off properly for so long.

"Son, did you find it? Hurry up, Mom's cold."

"Okay, I found it, coming right away."

I quickly grabbed Mom's bra, went to my room to get my pajamas, and went to the bathroom. I pushed the door open, but it was locked.

"Mom, open the door, here are your clothes."

"Oh, okay."

When my mother opened the door to take the clothes, I noticed her naked body for the first time. While looking at her body, I deliberately handed her the clothes in both hands.

"Mom, be careful not to drop them on the floor."

"Oh!"

My mother was so focused on the clothes that she didn't notice me staring at her body.

My mother's body was basically the same as the mature women's bodies I had seen online. Because her body was slightly angled towards me, I couldn't see her entire buttocks clearly, but from the half of her round buttocks that were exposed, I could tell that my mother's buttocks were large, white and plump, with a lot of excess fat around her waist. Her arms and thighs were also white and plump, somewhat loose. Her breasts were large, so they didn't look saggy, only the purplish-black nipples and areolas drooped down.

What excited me most was my mother's vulva. Her genitals swelled up like a steamed bun, with sparse, grayish-white pubic hair. Her thick labia majora were a dark purplish-purple, splitting open to the sides. The flesh around the entrance was dark red, tender, and moist. The opening was long and narrow, with some moist, clear, and slippery fluid clinging to it. Some of it flowed down to the bottom of the opening and gathered into clumps. It definitely wasn't wet from bathwater; it must have been secretions from my mother's vagina.

I couldn't believe that my mother, at fifty-two years old, had such a moist opening even without stimulation. My girlfriend always needed a long time to produce vaginal fluid, and her vagina was always dry without foreplay. I compared my mother's vulva to my girlfriend's again. My girlfriend's vagina was smaller, with thinner labia, and the opening was always tightly closed. Every time I inserted my penis, it gripped my large penis tightly, causing some pain. Perhaps it was because there was too little flesh inside and my penis was too large.

My mother's vaginal opening was much longer than my girlfriend's, and her vulva was much larger and bulging. The flesh inside must also be thick and fleshy. If I were to insert my penis, it certainly wouldn't hurt like my girlfriend's vagina did. Thinking of this, my previously limp and droopy penis became hard again, pushing my pants up high. My eyes were fixed on my mother's vulva. I forgot when my mother had already taken all the clothes.

After my mother took the clothes, she noticed that I was still standing there and didn't move. She reflexively covered her genitals with one hand. I came to my senses and quickly looked away. I looked up and saw that my mother's face was a little red. She looked at me for a moment and then lowered her head. When she lowered her head, her eyes happened to catch my bulging genitals. She looked up again and her face turned even redder. She looked at me and said, "You..."

I knew I had lost my composure and hurriedly said, "Mom, here you go. I'm leaving." I quickly closed the bathroom door for my mother.

(2)

I watched TV in the living room while waiting for my mother to finish washing the dishes. It took a long time, almost eight o'clock, before she finally finished. Her complexion and demeanor seemed normal again. She took off her apron and sat down beside me.

"Mom, all done! Let's go for a walk."

"Oh, it's not safe to go out so late. Let's do it another day. Just stay home and watch TV."

"Mom, it's only eight o'clock! Let's go! I'll protect you. If any bad guys dare to bully my mom, I'll beat them up, hmph!" I said, clenching my fist and showing my thin arm to my mother, who couldn't help but laugh.

"You little rascal! Okay, Mom'll go change and

we'll go out." After changing, we went out. After walking around for a while, I got a little tired and said to my mother,

"Mom, how about we go see a movie? We can go home and sleep afterward." My

mother agreed. Unexpectedly, the movie tonight was a Category III film. It was about to start, so I quickly bought the tickets and dragged my mother into the theater, where we sat in the back row.

The movie was about a college student who became a male prostitute but eventually returned to a legitimate life. This student's family was very poor; his tuition was all borrowed.

Later, after getting a girlfriend, he couldn't afford a birthday gift. To earn money, he worked as a host at a high-end nightclub every night. Because of his handsome looks, he caught the eye of a wealthy middle-aged woman. After drinking, they had sex. His large penis satisfied the woman, who gave him two thousand yuan afterward. From then on, he found a way to make money, constantly sleeping with many wealthy women. The

film started with scenes of a college student and his girlfriend having sex. Although the genitals weren't shown, the moans and groans during sex were exciting. I kept stealing glances at my mother's expression.

Although she was an experienced woman, my mother was still a little embarrassed at first. She was hesitant to watch when the scenes showed nudity. After a while, she tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "Son, let's go. Watching this kind of film will corrupt you."

I grabbed her hand and said, "Mom, what era are we living in? Your thinking is still so old-fashioned. I've seen this kind of movie before. Let's watch it before going home. We've already spent the money, it's a waste not to watch it."

Hearing this, my mother didn't say anything more and we continued watching, holding hands, no longer as uncomfortable as before.

In the middle of the movie, a college student is having sex with a woman in her fifties. The woman asks the student how old he is, and he replies that he is twenty-two. The woman then says, "You're a year younger than my youngest son, so I can be your mother."

The student hugs the woman, pulls up her skirt, touches her large buttocks with one hand, and rubs her vulva through her panties with the other, kissing her as he says, "Then you can be my mother from now on. Today, let your son serve you well, my dear mother! Mom, your pussy is so plump, your ass is so big, your son loves it the most."

The woman moans and groans, touching his penis through her panties. "Oh... my good son, you're making my pussy so itchy. Ah, son, your cock is so big, hurry up and fuck me, fuck my cunt... oh... oh...

hurry... oh..."

Seeing this, I felt my mother's hand gripping me tightly, her eyes looking away but then seeming to turn back, and my penis was already as hard as a steel rod. Then the college student reached into the old woman's panties and touched her vulva, saying, "My slutty mom, your fat pussy is all wet. Are you missing your son's big cock? Mom, you're so slutty."

The old woman couldn't wait to take off her panties and then pulled down the college student's underwear. She straddled him, her fat pussy wrapped around his penis, and began to thrust. After a while, the two switched positions. The college student was on top of the old woman, holding her big buttocks and thrusting hard hundreds of times. The old woman's thighs were covered with a pool of vaginal fluid, and she couldn't help but beg for mercy.

"Oh...I can't take it anymore...ah...son, you're fucking your mother to death...it feels so good...oh...stop for a minute...if you fuck me to death, you'll only have time to go back and fuck your slutty mother at home...oh..."

The college student, aroused by the moans, thrust even harder, panting and yelling, "Oh...

you old slut...today I'll fuck you to death...daring to say my mother is slutty...okay...I'll fuck you to death first..."

The old woman, breathless, moaned, "Oh...how do you know she's not slutty if you haven't fucked your mother...

you don't know...the older a woman gets, the more...the slutty she becomes...oh...don't believe me?" "Find an opportunity...and try it with your mother...with your huge cock inside her cunt...I...I don't believe your mother can hold back...

Oh...I can't even take it...Ah..."

The college student seemed even more excited after hearing this, and while thrusting, he reached out and touched the old woman's vulva, howling: "...Oh...you old slut...okay...I won't fuck you to death today...I'll go back and have sex with my mom first, then I'll come back to you...my mom's cunt is definitely fatter than yours. Ah...ah...I...I'm going to cum...ah...I want to fuck my own mother...oh...you old slut...ah ah!" After saying that, he thrust a few times, as if he had ejaculated.

The old woman's cunt was scalded by the warm semen and she almost fainted. Her big white buttocks rose up, her vulva tightly wrapped around the young man's big cock, her body trembling as she enjoyed the pleasure of orgasm.

At this moment, the mother gripped my hand even tighter, her chest heaving up and down. She had obviously never seen such an obscene scene and was stimulated. I also almost cummed. I think my mother's cunt must be soaking wet now. I shook my mother's hand and asked, "Mom, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"

My mother hesitated for a moment, then pulled her hand away and whispered, "...No...it's nothing. Let

's watch the movie." I knew my mother was a little excited, and I felt a strange sense of satisfaction, so I continued watching the movie. The later part wasn't very interesting; it was probably the ending of a prodigal college student's redemption, but it only lasted a short while.

When we left the movie theater, it was crowded and packed. I naturally took my mother's hand and noticed that her palms were sweaty and hot. Her expression was strange, and she would quickly look away when she looked at me. I felt a little excited and pulled her towards home. After walking for a while, my mother still hadn't spoken, so I spoke first.

"Mom, was the movie good?"

"Hmm, what?" My mother seemed absent-minded, perhaps still thinking about the movie.

"Mom, what's wrong? I asked you if the movie was good?"

My mother heard me clearly this time, blushed a little, and said, "What's so good about it? These days... this kind of movie is shown in public... watching it will corrupt you."

I pretended to laugh easily: "Mom, this is considered an educational film, right? The college students turned out well in the end."

"Then... doing that kind of thing... is shown, and the words they say are so nasty..."

"I didn't hear anything nasty about it, Mom?" I pretended to be confused.

"...The two of them are so far apart in age and they still do that kind of thing, and... and they keep calling each other 'son' and 'mother,' they have no shame."

"Oh, my God, that's what the plot requires. Besides, they may not have actually done that... that kind of thing. We only saw their... butts, we didn't see anything else."

"...They didn't actually do it, but they made such a good sound... those two people started touching each other while they were dressed, that couldn't be fake, could it? That shouldn't be the case." My mother argued hurriedly.

"Sigh, okay, even if it shouldn't be true, society is so open now, there really are male prostitutes who provide sexual services to rich older women. It's said... those male prostitutes think that having sex with rich women... not only brings in more money but also...

is quite comfortable." I deliberately made it up.

"You... how do you know so much? Have you gone astray too? What's so good about those shameless old men?"

"I... I just heard it from others. They say that women in bed are like wolves in their thirties, tigers in their forties, and leopards in their fifties. The older they get, the more experienced they become. Many people have experienced it." I couldn't take back what I said as soon as it left my mouth, thinking that my mother was going to be angry now.

Sure enough, my mother's face immediately turned red upon hearing this. She poked my head with her finger and said, "You...you...where did you learn these things? Don't say such things again."

I hurriedly admitted my mistake. "Mom, I...I know I was wrong...Let's go home quickly."

Seeing that I had admitted my mistake, my mother didn't continue scolding me. As we walked, she said, "Mom knows you've grown up. Mom won't be so strict with you anymore, but you have to be careful and not learn those unhealthy things. By the way, you and your girlfriend haven't...done anything, have you?"

I understood what my mother meant and secretly chuckled. Seeing that my mother was no longer angry, I became bolder and decided to tell her the truth. "I...Xiaomin and I have...twice, I think." I still hid a little bit. Actually, I couldn't even count how many times I had done it with my girlfriend. Seeing my nervous appearance, my mother laughed.

"Alright, alright, my son's all grown up, Mom doesn't blame you, haha... Bring Xiaomin home to meet Mom soon, if she's a good match, get married soon, so you don't overthink things all the time."

"Mom, you're here again. I told you to wait a few years, now I want to spend more time with you." After saying that, I gently hugged my mother's waist and slowly slid my hand over it. My mother still chuckled and let me hug her.

"Hmm, okay, bring her home first, then we'll talk about it." Before I knew it, we had arrived at the door.

It was almost 11 p.m. when I got home. After washing up, my mother and I went to our respective rooms to sleep. I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about what happened tonight, and my penis went off twice.

In the middle of the night, I got up to go to the bathroom and passed by my mother's room. I vaguely heard my mother turning over in bed. I wondered if she was also unable to sleep because she was recalling scenes from the movie. My mother's vulva was probably wet, and my dad was probably having a big mahjong game at the table. Poor Mom.

The next morning, before I even got out of bed, my mother came to call me for breakfast. She gently knocked on my bedroom door and called out, "Little sleepyhead, get up and eat breakfast... hurry up!"

I deliberately didn't answer. I never lock my door unless I'm masturbating, and I knew my mother wouldn't wake me up and would come in. A small, wicked thought crossed my mind.

My penis is always rock hard in the morning, and my underwear is always bulging like a little tent. I pulled back the covers, revealing my body in only my underwear, and continued to pretend to be asleep. Sure enough, my mother came in when she saw I didn't react.

"Hey, little sleepyhead, get up! If you don't get up, Mom's going to spank you again, you hear me, hurry up..."

My mother suddenly stopped talking, probably because she saw my body. I groggily made a "hmm" sound and turned over, my genitals facing my mother. I slowly opened my eyes.

"Oh, Mom, I'm so sleepy, let me sleep a little longer." I saw my mother's eyes were fixed on my genitals, and when she heard me speak, she quickly looked into my eyes.

"Hey, look how you sleep! You're not even covered up properly. Get up!"

"Mom, it's so hot. I was thinking of sleeping naked. I heard it can improve sleep quality." As I spoke, I stretched and spread my legs, making my lower body even more erect. I even moved it a few times towards my mother.

My mother glanced at me and turned her face away as if embarrassed. "You child, you're so grown up, and you still don't know how to behave in front of your mother."

I got up and went behind my mother without putting on any clothes, hugging her. "Mom, I was born from you. My whole body is from you. What is there that I can't let you know? You agree, right, Mom?"

My erect penis pressed against my mother's buttocks and couldn't help but move slightly. My mother's body trembled.

"Hmm... you have a point, but you... hugging me like this without clothes on, and... your lower body... isn't behaving properly. This won't do." Even though she said that, my mother didn't pull away from me. I couldn't help but press closer, my penis pressing between my mother's buttocks without moving.

"Mom, I'm a young, normal man. I usually get an erection in the morning. I'm hugging you because I like you and care about you. You're my own mother, after all. I didn't mean any disrespect."

My mother laughed and patted my bottom, saying, "Okay, okay, Mom knows you're considerate of me. It's just that it's not good if others see us hugging like this. They might think you're taking advantage of me."

"Hmm, Mom, who would see? Besides, we haven't done anything. I'm not afraid of gossip."

I became bolder and bolder, kissing my mother's neck and rubbing my penis between her buttocks. My mother felt the stimulation and let out a cry, trying to pull away. I held her tightly, preventing her from getting away.

"You... how could you... do this to your mother? Let go of me! You have a girlfriend now, so go hug her if you want. I'm your mother, you can't do this to me!" My mother became agitated, and I quickly let go of her.

"Mom, I was confused for a moment, I'm sorry."

My mother's tone softened. "Son, you can't do what they do in the movies. You can't have impure thoughts about your mother. How will people know if they find out?"

"Mom, I... actually, I just thought you were too beautiful, so I couldn't help myself... I did that."

Hearing me praise her beauty, my mother was a little happy. "You're just talking nonsense. I'm a fifty-two-year-old woman, still beautiful? Look, your father doesn't even talk to me anymore, he's never home."

My mother sighed. I had already gotten dressed while she was talking. Seeing that my mother was in a bad mood, I held her hand and said, "Mom, don't be sad. Even if Dad doesn't come home, I'll be here with you!"

My mother still sighed, her mood slightly better. She looked at me and said, "You should spend more time with your mother in the future, but you can't do what you did just now. It wouldn't be good if people found out."

"Mom, I know." Then we went out. I washed up and had breakfast with my mother.

After breakfast, I sat on the sofa with my mother watching TV. My mother said, "Go see your father in a bit and tell him to come home for lunch. Does he even consider this his home anymore?"

"Okay, Mom."

I noticed that my mother had just changed into a dress, which was a bit thin, and the outline of her bra was faintly visible. I couldn't help but think about her body, but my mother had just warned me this morning, so I didn't dare to be too presumptuous. I'll test the waters first.

"Mom, do you and Dad still have sex?"

"Oh, this... why are you asking me this? Don't meddle in adult matters."

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore. I've read that older people should also have normal sex lives. I'm just concerned about you. What's wrong with telling your son?"

"Well... sigh, your dad's always gone. When he comes home, he just lies down on the bed and falls asleep. How can he... have... sex... with me? Besides, I'm old now, it doesn't matter whether we have sex or not."

"Mom, you can't think like that. Appropriate sex can not only promote physical health but also delay aging in women."

Hearing that it could delay aging, my mother perked up: "Really... really? No wonder I haven't felt as healthy as before these past two years. Come on, there's no one else at home today, so tell me what's going on, but don't let anyone know that we're talking about this kind of thing at home."

Seeing my mother's nervous and anxious look, I was secretly pleased.

"According to scientific research, during sexual intercourse, a woman's body secretes a large amount of hormones, including female hormones. These hormones not only slow down the degeneration of the reproductive system and maintain its sensitivity, but also promote smoother and more elastic skin. Simply put, insufficient female hormone secretion is the root cause of aging. Therefore, appropriate sexual activity is necessary for women of all ages, and the quality of sexual activity should be high. For example, it is normal for women under 65 to have sex once or twice a week. If their libido is strong, they can increase the frequency appropriately."

"Oh, I see. Well, sigh..." Mother sighed again. Father only comes home a few times a month. Although Mother was sad, she was helpless. It seems that Mother believed what I said.

I felt I should strike while the iron was hot and get closer to my mother, so I moved closer to her, took her hand in one hand, and gently placed the other on her thigh. Looking into her eyes, I said, "Mom, how many times a month do you and Dad have sex? Is Dad good in bed?"

"Hmm...on average, maybe once a month at most. Your dad was...okay last year, but this year he's

less intimate with me...and even when he does, he's not good enough. He finishes very quickly..."

"Ah, Mom!" I feigned surprise. "It seems Dad has premature ejaculation. Over time, he's become self-conscious and even less willing to be close to you. You'll age faster if this continues. You need to take the initiative to approach and care for Dad; that will restore his libido."

"What...what are you saying...that's so awful! Okay, I've told you everything! I...I've tried...taking the initiative...but your dad...he still can't..."

"Oh, well... Mom, you have to answer me seriously now so I can help you figure something out."

My mother's face was already red after revealing so much of her private life. She hesitated for a moment, then answered softly, "Okay... alright, ask away..."

My hand began to gently slide on my mother's thigh. She probably noticed, but she didn't know that I had ulterior motives towards her, and I was only touching her thigh, so she didn't object.

I was already feeling a little excited as I touched my mother's thigh. Looking into her eyes, I asked, "Mom...do you sometimes think about...that thing?"

My mother lowered her head, her neck turning red. "Yes...sometimes..."

"Mom, what do you do when you think about it?"

"Well...what else can I do?"

"Mom, suppressing it like this is bad for your health. Actually, you can try masturbating to orgasm, which can also relieve your sexual desire."

"Ah, what...masturbation...Mom didn't know..."

"Hehe, Mom, masturbation is also called self-pleasure, which means self-comfort. It involves stimulating your sensitive areas with your hands, such as the clitoris, breasts, buttocks, etc., and using a dildo to penetrate the vagina to achieve orgasm. This can also satisfy sexual needs. Foreigners have been advocating it for hundreds of years."

"Cough...where do you know so much? Mom doesn't know how to...do it...and...it's so embarrassing..."

"Mom, what's embarrassing about it? Science now includes masturbation as part of sexual life. You can do it alone, no one will know, and it satisfies your physical needs. Isn't that great? To be honest, I masturbated last night."

"Ah...you...you also...like this..."

"Yes, men need it too. You just use a glove to hold your penis and rub it back and forth until you ejaculate. There are also artificial vaginas available. Now, family planning supply stores sell all kinds of masturbation tools."

"Oh, Mom doesn't know much. Society has changed. These things are all out in the open now."

"Mom, now everyone is concerned about a high-quality life. Sex knowledge is more widespread. Even elementary school students are starting sex education. How about I take you online? There's all kinds of sex knowledge on there. And...you can also see how others masturbate...and learn from them."

"Go away, Mom won't learn. But Mom wants to see if you're just making things up. And you have to help Mom find those things too. Mom doesn't know anything about computers."

"Okay, no problem, Mom. I'll take you to see now."

I sensed that the distance between my mother and me would get closer and closer. I couldn't wait to turn off the TV and go into my room with my mother to turn on the computer.

(3)

There was only one chair in front of my computer. When my mother sat down, I had to stand. It was too tiring. I suggested that my mother move the computer desk closer to my bed, and then she would sit on the edge of my bed while I sat behind her, teaching her how to use the internet.

At first, I helped her open many links related to sex education. She looked at them very attentively and soon learned to open other links on her own. I then put my arms around her waist and watched with her.

Although there was a lot of sex education online, it was basically all the same, and I soon got tired of it. I told my mother, "Mom, this information is all pretty much the same. Let's stop looking at it. I'll find something with pictures and videos that will be easier to remember." "

Oh, okay."

I freed my right hand to find more stimulating content and quickly found a set of pictures of mature widows masturbating.

My mother exclaimed and turned her face away, "No, no, you're shameless."

The mature woman on the webpage was labeled as fifty-eight years old, but her body was quite alluring, her muscles more relaxed than my mother's.

Seeing my mother's embarrassment, I hugged her waist and comforted her, "Mom, don't be shy. This is a good learning opportunity. Look at this lady, she's much older than you, yet she still had her picture taken and shown to everyone. Come on, keep looking."

My mother didn't speak, her gaze slowly shifting back. I pointed to each picture and began to explain:

"This lady is a widow. Although she's fifty-eight years old, she still needs to masturbate to satisfy her sexual desire. Mom, look, first she touched her breasts, and then in this picture she touched her vulva. Oh, her pubic hair is all white... After touching it for a while, she inserted her fingers into her vulva... Next, she applied lubricant to her vulva... It's probably too dry inside...

Now she's holding a dildo... Look... First, she rubs it on her labia to increase arousal before inserting it into her vagina... This back-and-forth motion feels almost like real intercourse... Hmm... Mom, do you understand?"

I stopped explaining and looked at my mother. She had never seen anything like this before, and her expression was somewhat strange. Her eyes were fixed on the pictures, her face was flushed as if she had drunk some wine, and her breathing was a little rapid. It seemed that my mother was already engrossed.

I was pressed against my mother's body, looking at the familiar pictures, and I was already aroused. My penis was pressed against her body, but I didn't dare to move. My mother didn't seem to notice, focused on looking at the pictures.

I touched my mother's abdomen and said, "Mom, is it pretty?"

"Uh, you're an old woman, still like this, so bold."

"Yes, Mom, other women are much older than you and still enjoy life. You should learn from them."

"Cough... Mom... Mom... I can't do it..." It seemed my mother was still shy.

"Mom, don't be shy. When you're alone, go to your room and slowly recall these pictures and try to do it. I'll find you some more pictures for reference."

My mother really wanted to continue looking, and didn't say anything, as if waiting for me to continue. So I found another set of pictures of mother and son having sex.

In the picture, the mother was masturbating without closing the door and was seen by her son. The son secretly went in and suddenly hugged his mother, touching and kissing her. The mother couldn't resist and had sex with her son. The mother was fifty-five years old, and the son was thirty years old. When I saw it, my penis felt like it was going to explode, and my mother immediately screamed.

"What kind of picture is this? Stop looking, change it!" Her body heaved even more violently.

I hugged my mother's body with both hands and said, "Mom, this is another way to satisfy sexual desire, and it's more direct and effective. Let's look at it first."

After saying that, I rested my head on my mother's shoulder, breathed on her neck, and stroked her waist with both hands, my penis hardening even more against her buttocks.

My mother reacted: "Oh...no...son...you can't do this, Mom won't look anymore, you'll learn bad things if you look at this kind of picture, Mom...um...we'll look at it another day." My mother

unconsciously seemed to be moaning, which made me even more itchy.

"Mom...look for a little longer, there's no one else here, why don't you try masturbating here now and see how it feels...oh...Mom, I promise I won't tell anyone...I'm your son...not a stranger...look at this picture, the mother and son are having sex."

My mother's breathing became more rapid.

"No...no...I'm your mother...how can I do...do something indecent in front of my son...I can't do it even by myself...oh...don't hold me so tightly..."

My mother was still too shy, but she still let me hold her and caress her body, her attitude not very firm.

I finally couldn't help but slide my hand to my mother's vulva, pressing on her plump vulva, which was still so full even through two layers of pants.

"Mom...I saw your body when you took a shower that day...I don't think you're old at all...how about I help you...masturbate...just once...okay...Mom..."

"Oh...your hand...what are you doing...what kind of son are you...that day when I asked you to get my clothes while I was showering, your eyes were wandering...and today...you still want to help me...masturbate..."

My mother's vulva was stimulated by my pressing on it, even through her pants, her body twisted slightly, she grabbed my hand on her vulva but didn't pull away, and her voice became tense, obviously this had already given her pleasure, but the feeling was both comfortable and contradictory.

I couldn't miss this opportunity. "...Mom...let's try it once. Your son really likes you and wants you to be happy. Dad is often away from home, and you're lonely. Let your son satisfy you with his hand today." As I spoke, I gently rubbed my mother's vulva.

"Ah...don't mention your dad...oh...you're such a bad son...okay, just this once...

um...only touching...and you can't let your dad or anyone else know about this...remember..."

I don't know if it was because mentioning my father aroused my mother or because my hand made her unable to resist, but my mother groaned softly, a comfortable expression on her face, her eyes closed, and she removed her hand, letting me caress her vulva. Afraid that my mother wouldn't be comfortable, I suppressed the ecstasy in my heart and first used my whole palm to gently rub my mother's vulva while continuing to talk to her.

"Mom, your vulva is so plump, it feels much better than Xiaomin's... Do you feel anything like this? Should I press harder...?"

"Oh... um... don't say that, you bad son... we're mother and son... I shouldn't have done this... oh...

I shouldn't have agreed to do this to you... how can I face people after this..."

It seems that although the mother felt good, she was still a little worried and hadn't completely let go.

"Mom... you've worked so hard all these years, I'm just using my hand to help you satisfy yourself, we didn't really have sex like... the mother and son in the picture, just think of it as me giving you a normal massage to show my filial piety, besides, it's just the two of us here, no one will see, you don't have to worry at all, just enjoy it, you can even treat my hand as your own."

I started to directly stroke my mother's clitoris and labia with my fingers, and from time to time I pressed hard on the indentation between my mother's labia through her thin skirt and panties, while my other hand covered my mother's breasts and gently squeezed them. Stimulated by what I said, and finding some merit in it, my mother stopped speaking, clamping her thighs together and moaning softly, her body trembling slightly, her reaction intensifying.

I slipped my hand inside her collar, unhooking her bra and grasping her full breasts. She gasped; her breasts were indeed sensitive. I kneaded her breasts and kissed her neck.

"Mom, are you comfortable? If you are, just say so, don't hold back. I'll make you feel good today... Oh... Spread your legs a little wider... My dear mother."

She let out another "Oh" and slowly parted her legs. I licked her neck and earlobe, my penis throbbing against her buttocks. With one hand, I lifted her skirt, touching her vulva through her panties.

My mother's panties were very thin; I could feel the warmth of her labia. I pressed my finger between her labia, and most of it sank into her vagina. The panties, pressed against her vulva, immediately became soaked, wetting my finger as well. It was sticky and slippery. I hadn't realized how much lubrication my mother had produced. Overwhelmed with excitement, I almost ejaculated. My hand continued to rub against her vulva rapidly, and the intensified pleasure finally made her cry out.

"Oh...oh...um...son...Mom feels so good...son...ah..."

Hearing my mother's moans for the first time, I was so excited my mind went blank. My penis, acting on its own, thrust deeply into my mother's buttocks, rubbing and grinding. Then I pulled her hand to my penis.

"...My dear mother...you feel good, don't you...son feels so uncomfortable...please rub my penis too...Mom...oh..."

My mother's hand recoiled as if electrocuted when it touched my hot, hard penis.

"Oh...son...your...is so big...no...Mom can't do that..."

"...Mom...my good mother...I've already helped you...please help your son too...just touch for a little while...please...I'm your son...my penis also came from your body...please feel it..."

After saying that, I put my mother's hand back. This time, my mother didn't take it away; her warm, soft hand pressed tightly against my penis, it felt so good.

I felt that I was only a little bit away from having physical relations with my mother. I still touched my mother's vulva with one hand, and placed the other hand on my mother's hand, letting her hand rub my glans through my pants.

My mother seemed even more excited than I was when she touched my penis, panting heavily, rubbing my penis with one hand while kneading her breasts with the other, her big buttocks twisting from side to side to match my hand touching her vulva. More and more vaginal fluid kept flowing out of her vulva, seeping down the edge of her panties and wetting her inner thighs.

I was almost overwhelmed by the intoxicating stimulation of lust. I groped for my mother's inner thighs and slipped my hand inside her panties, instantly covering her wet, slippery vulva.

Oh, I finally truly touched my mother's vulva; it was so full and so wet.

"Ah...no...son...no...ah...Mom can't take it...ah..."

she cried, quickly pressing my hand down to stop me from moving. I didn't care about anything else anymore and instantly slid a finger into my mother's vulva.

"Ah...son...you can't do this...no..."

My mother's body seemed to be collapsing; her buttocks shook violently, and more streams of vaginal fluid gushed from her vulva.

I simply pulled down my pants again, grabbed my mother's hand, and made her grasp my penis. My mother trembled as she held my penis, her hand trembling as she stroked it. I finally couldn't hold back any longer and let out a shout, a jolt in my spine, and my semen spurted out. Then my scrotum contracted a few more times, and more semen flowed from the opening of my penis onto my mother's hand.

I've never ejaculated so freely as I have today. When my mother saw that I had ejaculated, and some semen was still on her hand, I don't know if it was embarrassment or if she felt we had gone too far, but she hurriedly let go, and her body stopped writhing. Although my hand was still on her vulva, she seemed to have lost all feeling.

Sure enough, she spoke: "Son… Mom thinks what we're doing is too outrageous… Let's end it here. If we continue like

this, Mom will feel uneasy. Actually, it doesn't matter whether Mom's sexual desire is satisfied or not; Mom doesn't want to ruin your life." Sigh, my own mother, even now she regrets it. Although I wasn't as excited as before after ejaculating, to dispel my mother's thoughts, I went further, gently rubbing her vulva.

"Mom, why do you still think that way? Although we're mother and son, we're just touching each other. No one will know, so what are you worried about? We both need to satisfy our normal physiological needs, and that's not excessive. In fact, it makes our mother-son relationship even closer, isn't that better?"

I said earnestly, and my mother's expression softened a bit, but she hadn't completely recovered. I coaxed and lied with her for a while longer, even tickling her armpit. Only then did my mother laugh, dodging and saying, "Hehe..."

"Stop scratching. It's so itchy... Mom promises you... Ugh... If you scratch again, Mom won't talk to you anymore."

"Mom, you have to promise to help me masturbate and touch my penis in the future."

I pulled down my mother's panties with one hand and kept rubbing her clitoris with the other. My mother's body started to writhe again.

"Hmm... Okay... Oh... Mom promises you, in the future you need... Mom... Mom will help you touch it..."

My mother was too embarrassed to say it. I comforted my mother's thirsty vulva even more vigorously.

"Touch what, Mom... Hmm..."

My mother couldn't take it anymore, "Hmm... Touch... Touch my son's big... penis... Oh... Bad son, go slower..."

My mother's shy and somewhat lewd moans made my penis throb again. I made a bolder request to my mother: "Mom, why don't you lie down? That way it will be easier for my hand to move, and you will feel more comfortable."

Actually, I wanted to take a closer look at my mother's vulva.

"...Hmm...No...Just like this...Mom...Mom is already very comfortable..."

My mother's attitude was ambiguous. I held her shoulders and slowly laid her body flat on my bed. I took off her slippers and pulled her legs onto the bed. My mother closed her eyes shyly and let me do as I pleased. Her full and plump body curves were fully exposed. I pulled her skirt up to her waist, and her plump white thighs and panties covering her bulging vulva were presented in front of me.

I started to caress my mother's thighs and slowly slid down to her vulva. I couldn't help but lower my head and put my mouth to my mother's vulva, licking her vulva through her panties. My mother felt the heat of my tongue, opened her eyes, and tried to push my head away.

"Ah...no...don't use your mouth...um...it's so dirty..."

"Mmm...Mom, I don't think any part of your body is dirty. This is called oral sex, it's a form of sex, you've probably never tried it, right? I bet Dad wouldn't understand either...Today I'll let you experience it once, I guarantee it'll be much more comfortable than touching with your hands."

"Mmm...mmm...you know so much...oh...Mom's so hot..."

As I licked, my lips were already covered in my mother's vaginal fluid, which had a salty, pungent smell. I felt it wasn't exciting enough, so I pulled down my mother's panties. My mother's vulva was really plump, with a few silver-gray pubic hairs mixed in, which made me realize that my mother was an alluring mature woman, especially her two large labia majora, which were dark purple and shiny, bulging and slightly opening and closing. The long slit was already soaking wet, sticky with the vaginal fluid flowing from my mother's vulva.

"...Mom...you're hot, I've already taken off your panties...Mom, your vulva is so tempting...much plumper than Xiaomin's...and so wet...I want to taste it properly..."

"Oh...son...you really know how to tease Mom...Mom has never felt so good before...Xiaomin is so lucky..."

My mother became more and more wanton and bolder, which made me even happier.

"Mom...as long as you like it...I will make you even...even happier than Xiaomin...You are my own mother, I like you even more..."

My mother was moved, "Hmm...good son..."

I looked at my mother's sticky vulva and almost drooled. I didn't care about talking to my mother and opened my mouth again to gently lick her vulva, sucking the lustful fluid from her vulva.

My mother really got wanting: "Oh...oh...son...Mom is so itchy and numb...so comfortable...oh oh...Mom wants...Mom wants it...it's itchy...oh..." While moaning, she pushed her plump white buttocks up, pressing her vulva tightly against my mouth.

I licked my mother's vulva, listening to her moans. My penis was already erect again, so I secretly moved my mouth away, continuing to caress her vulva with one hand while rubbing my penis against her vulva with the other.

My mother was moaning lasciviously, her large buttocks swaying from side to side, unaware that my mouth had been replaced by my penis rubbing against her vulva. I gently pushed, and the entire head of my penis slid into her vulva, glistening with her vaginal fluids. The feeling of my penis wrapped around my mother's thick, wet vulva was even more pleasurable than when I was with my girlfriend.

My mother then realized something was wrong, let out two moans, and tried to move away. I quickly thrust my entire penis into her vulva, filling it completely. My mother's body trembled, and her vulva gripped my penis tightly, her mouth opening and moaning, unable to speak. I quickly leaned down and kissed my mother's mouth repeatedly, thrusting my penis forcefully into her vulva.

"...Mmm...Mmm..." My mother could only moan softly as I kissed her. I didn't stop kissing her, continuing to penetrate my mother's vagina. Soon, my mother, probably enjoying my penetration, began to cooperate with my thrusts, reaching out to hug my neck, her large buttocks occasionally swaying to welcome my penis.

As my penis entered, my mother's vagina contracted and tightened around it, simultaneously responding to my passionate kisses, sucking on my tongue, and even putting her tongue into my mouth for me to suck.

My mother and I intertwined our tongues, and my large penis filled her plump vulva... Before long, more sticky, lustful fluid gushed from her vulva, and the area where our bodies were joined became increasingly wet...

The sinful pleasure of incest with my own mother overwhelmed my mind. I tightly embraced my mother's soft, plump buttocks, thrusting my hips almost frantically, my penis rapidly penetrating her old hole...

After about five or six minutes, I felt a surge of pleasure, followed by spurts of thick semen, all of it shooting into my mother's exceptionally wet and hot vulva... My mother let out a muffled "Ugh..." and tightly hugged my body, pressing her lower body against mine, the soft flesh inside her vulva constantly writhing and gripping my penis...

This feeling was something I had never experienced before. Although it only lasted a few minutes, it deeply captivated me, and from then on, I could never escape the temptation of that pleasure.

05-05

(4)

I originally thought that after having a physical relationship with my mother, I could do whatever I wanted with her. Unexpectedly, the day after that, my mother began to ignore me.

In the afternoon, when she was alone in her room, I sneaked in to try to be intimate with her, but my mother was not as passionate as she was yesterday and refused to comply with my advances. In the end, she only let me touch her body a few times, and when I tried to go further, she got angry. She said that she was confused and shameless yesterday, which is why she did such a shameful thing with me. As she spoke, she even cried and advised me not to think about that matter anymore and to find a wife and live a good life.

My mother's sudden change really surprised me, but I quickly realized that she must be feeling scared and worried that she would be discovered, and the consequences were indeed unthinkable. To be honest, after calming down, I also thought about these things, but I felt that as long as I was careful, I would not be discovered. I thought about it again and again and decided to stop bothering my mother for the time being and let her put her mind at ease. There should still be a chance.

So I told her about my girlfriend, saying that we would get married as soon as we found stable jobs, and that I would never bother her again if she didn't want to.

I also repeatedly said that I had done something I shouldn't have done to my girlfriend yesterday because we had been apart for so long. But now that it had happened, no one suspected anything, so we should both be more understanding, and that I would be even more filial to her in the future and wouldn't cause her any worry. My mother's emotions calmed down.

For the next two months, I deliberately maintained a proper distance from my mother, a normal mother-son relationship. Gradually, my mother seemed to forget about that incident and treated me like usual. I tried my best to suppress my desire to be close to my mother, and finally, I waited patiently for another opportunity.

That day, for some reason, I had just fallen asleep when I heard my parents arguing loudly in their room.

Not long after, my mother stormed into my room and said, "I'm sleeping here tonight." After saying that, she went over and locked the door, then turned around and crawled into my bed. My mother was wearing pajamas. After she lay down, our bodies pressed together, and the warm, soft feeling immediately ignited my desire. But I suppressed my impulse and calmly asked my mother what had happened.

My mother sighed, paused for a while, and then continued, "That old beast of a father of yours... he defiled Hong Dajun's silly daughter. She told everyone this afternoon in front of so many people; the whole neighborhood knows now."

I was stunned. I'd always thought my father just liked drinking and playing mahjong; I hadn't expected him to be such a lecherous old man. I felt a mixture of anger and a secret thrill. I was angry that my father had so shamelessly raped a teenage girl, but I was also thrilled that my mother would probably be angry for a while, giving me more opportunities to be close to her.

That night, my mother and I talked until very late before falling asleep, and nothing happened.

But when I woke up first in the morning, I found myself holding my mother tightly, my swollen penis pressed against her buttocks through her clothes—an unintentional act in my sleep. This long-lost feeling excited me. I maintained the position, pretending to be asleep, occasionally pressing my lower body closer to my mother.

When my mother woke up, she probably didn't want to wake me. She gently turned over a few times, trying to get up, but I held her too tightly and she couldn't. As she turned, my penis rubbed tightly against her buttocks. Then I heard her moan softly and say, "You little beast!" before pushing me away forcefully.

Seeing that my mother was about to get up and leave, I didn't think twice. I quickly sat up and hugged her from behind, pressing my face against her neck and whispering, "Mom..." Then I hugged her even tighter.

My mother's body trembled noticeably, and her voice changed.

"What do you want to do? You little rascal, let Mom get up."

I didn't answer immediately, but slowly rubbed my face against her neck. My

mother sighed and patted my head.

"Don't do this, son..." she paused and continued. "Mom doesn't want to hurt you..."

Seeing that my mother's attitude had softened, I was secretly pleased. Then I moved my hand to my mother's chest and covered her breasts.

"No, Mom, we'll only be intimate at home... no one will know... Mom... your son really loves you..."

My mother stopped talking, turned her head to look at me, and then sighed softly. That was her way of agreeing. I suppressed my burning excitement, helped my mother lie down, and began to gently kiss and caress her. Soon, she became aroused.

When my hands touched her genitals, she began to moan softly, her face showing immense pleasure. A few minutes later, I quickly removed our clothes, and buried my face in her thighs...

When my mouth touched her vulva, a few drops of vaginal fluid seeped from her folds, the faint, fishy smell filling my nostrils, making me even more frenzied. I mumbled "Mom," then reached under my mother's buttocks, tightly embracing her buttocks, while simultaneously pressing my nose into her vaginal opening...

The pungent, fishy smell intensified, and I gently pushed my nose further in, soon my nose was covered in my mother's vaginal fluid. My mother began to pant, holding my head with both hands, occasionally pressing it down hard, clearly aroused.

For the next few minutes, I used both lips and tongue, diligently sucking and licking my mother's vulva... until most of my face and my mother's genitals were wet, and my mother began to urge me on, I finally moved and pressed myself against my mother's naked body.

Because of the previous licking, my mother's vulva was exceptionally slippery, and my penis slid in without any resistance, the thrusting incredibly smooth... Although the friction on my penis was slightly less than stimulating, it allowed me to thrust for longer.

I thrust continuously for nearly twenty minutes, panting heavily, but without any desire to ejaculate. I felt much more vigorous than the last time we were intimate, and my mother seemed even more wanton, as if all her inhibitions had been banished by my penis…

“Ugh… you beastly son… Mom’s going to die…”

My mother stared at me blankly.

“Oh… dear Mom, is your son enjoying it… not worse than Dad, right…”

I deliberately thrust my hips hard a few times before saying.

“Hmm… don’t mention that old bastard… beast… hmm… father and son are the same… don’t… don’t be too rough…”

My mother said, hugging me tightly to stop me from moving, and pinching my buttocks hard. I wanted to catch my breath, so I lay down, letting my penis continue to be inserted into my mother’s vagina, and continued talking to her with our faces close together.

“Mom… why are you cursing me… I’m serving you so diligently…”

I playfully pinched my mother’s reddish-brown nipple.

"Tch... Did Mom force you to serve me with a knife?... You and your father are both beasts..."

Mother said bitterly, wiggling her big buttocks.

I knew Mother wasn't really angry, so I stopped talking and started thrusting my penis again, each time penetrating deeper and harder... Mother's expression immediately changed, she squinted her eyes and began to moan incessantly, and she also actively raised her lower body to meet me...

After about ten minutes, I finally felt the urge to ejaculate.

I pulled my hands away from my mother's buttocks, wrapped my arms around her neck, and began kissing her mouth while my penis thrust rapidly...

My mother must have sensed that I was about to ejaculate, and she became wildly aroused, moaning and licking me, her vulva clenching and contracting, her large buttocks thrusting joyfully...

Soon after, I ejaculated, and my mother let out an "Ah!" Almost at the same time as I ejaculated, streams of hot fluid gushed from her vulva...

After climaxing, my mother and I both collapsed, looked at each other and smiled, too weak to speak, and leaned against each other, closing our eyes to rest... We even fell asleep...

When I woke up again, another hour had passed, and my mother had to shake me awake. The way my mother looked at me was very different from before, and I once again embraced her voluptuous body and caressed her intimately. My mother was unusually compliant, and unexpectedly teased my penis a few times. I vaguely felt that she no longer had so many concerns. After lingering for a while longer, we got up and went out together.

When I came out, I found that my father had already left and I didn't know where he was. He didn't come home until dinner time. I thought he was probably afraid that Hong Dajun would come looking for him, so he went out to hide. After it got completely dark, I said I would go out and look for my father, but my mother angrily said not to look for him. It would be better if he didn't come back.

Around 9 p.m., I received a call from my sister, saying that my father had gone to her house and was now drunk and had just fallen asleep.

My sister also asked if something had happened at home, and that my father had said he would stay at her house for a while before coming back.

I only said that my parents had argued, without mentioning the matter of Hong Dajun's mentally challenged daughter. My sister said that her husband had been accompanying her father-in-law to the hospital for the past few days. My father was doing well there, but they were worried that there wouldn't be enough room for him after his father-in-law was discharged. I then said that we would talk about it later.

As soon as I hung up the phone, my mother asked, "That old bastard went to your sister's house?"

I explained the contents of the call in detail. My mother was silent for a long while, then sighed deeply and told me about the shameful things that had happened between my father and sister…

It turned out that a year before my sister's wedding, my father raped her while drunk. Afterwards, he continued to harass her repeatedly when my mother wasn't home, only stopping after she got married. My mother argued with him countless times, calling him a beast, but my father would argue that since she wasn't his biological daughter, it didn't matter who he messed with…

I found it strange and quickly interrupted my mother, “Wait… you said my sister was adopted?” My mother said that my sister was brought home when she was just a month old, and she only found out from my father after he raped her.

My mother thought these things were over and wouldn't be mentioned to anyone again, but my father had become restless again.

No wonder my sister rarely came back to her parents' home after getting married. But why was she willing to take in Father this time? Did she no longer hold a grudge? My mother said my sister was timid and naive. She had already been slept with by other men. After being violated by Father, she didn't dare to speak out or try to kill herself. She just cried to her mother every time. Later, my mother suggested that she quickly find a man to marry.

After saying this, my mother sighed again. "Now that your brother-in-law and his family aren't home, that old bastard will cause more trouble. Go and call him back tomorrow. Don't let him ruin your sister's family..."

That night, my mother and I naturally slept together. When we were being intimate, I told my mother not to hold a grudge against Father. "We're getting along well now, aren't we?"

After hearing this, my mother squeezed my penis tightly with her vagina and said, "Now we're even. But your sister didn't do it willingly. It's different from what I asked you to do. And that old beast is still messing around with other women. The matter with that silly girl isn't over yet. Something big is bound to happen next." I thought about it and realized it made sense. I hugged my mother and continued to masturbate, not thinking about anything else...

Who knows what will happen tomorrow...

(5)

The next morning, before my mother and I were fully awake, my sister called again. I answered the phone first, but my sister asked me to call my mother to talk to her.

I thought that my father must have done something to her again, so I curiously leaned close to my mother's ear to listen, but I couldn't hear anything. So I simply stopped listening and started touching my mother's buttocks.

As soon as my mother hung up the phone, I asked if my father had bullied my sister again. My

mother grabbed my ear and said, "Why do you always think about that? You're such a little pervert." I said, "If my sister didn't have something to say, why couldn't she tell me?" My

mother said that my father had confessed to my sister about ruining that silly girl. He was worried about Hong Dajun's revenge and wanted to stay at my sister's place for a while to avoid trouble, but my sister's father-in-law was going to be discharged from the hospital in a couple of days. So my sister called to ask if Hong Dajun's family had come to their door yet, and discussed where my father should stay. My sister thought I didn't know about Dad's shameful deeds and wanted to keep it from me, which is why she didn't tell me.

Just after breakfast, Aunt Huang, a neighbor who's close to my mother, came over and told me a lot about Hong Dajun's situation. Apparently, besides my father, two other old men were also involved in raping the mentally challenged girl the day before yesterday. The three old geezers bought some cookies and popsicles and lured the girl to a secluded spot in the park where they gang-raped her.

Apparently, Hong Dajun had already approached the other two old men yesterday, threatening to report them to the police if they didn't pay compensation. Both of them obediently paid, the ringleader eight thousand and the other six thousand. "They're really out of their minds," I thought to myself. "That much money is enough to visit a brothel several times over. "

My mother panicked after hearing what Aunt Huang said.

"What are we going to do? They need so much money. Where are we going to get it? Those old lecherous bastards, sigh..."

My parents' combined retirement pensions are only a little over a thousand yuan a month; even six thousand would be a huge burden.

After Aunt Huang left, I comforted my mother.

"It's okay to pay up. Dad will behave himself after learning his lesson."

"Hmph, a leopard can't change its spots. Don't expect the old man to change... Besides, after your sister borrowed 20,000 last month, we only have a little over 4,000 left..."

My mother's face turned pale with anger, but her tone softened.

I quickly pulled her down to sit, patting her chest.

"Mom, don't get angry. Your health is the most important thing. We can only settle this with money. We can't let Dad go to jail. If he does, it'll be even more publicized, and we'll lose face."

"Hmph, I think it would be better if he went to jail for a few years. It'll be quiet and worry-free... But what if we don't have enough money?"

My mother looked distressed.

"We'll see how things go when Hong Dajun finds us. If all else fails, I'll borrow some from friends. Okay, try to think positively, Mom. Even if the sky falls, you still have your son."

I casually squeezed my mother's breast.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed... in broad daylight... you think you're so clever... don't go around causing trouble like that old hag."

My mother rolled her eyes at me, then suddenly became much more cheerful.

"Hehe... absolutely not, even if I can't find a wife, I still have you, Mom... I have much better taste than Dad, hehe. What do you say, Mom?" I smiled and leaned closer to my mother, but she pushed me away.

"Tch... if I had known you would treat your mother like this, I should have strangled you when you were born, so you wouldn't embarrass me like this now, hmph."

My mother glared at me, but her eyes were indescribably complicated.

I brazenly reached out and started scratching her inner thigh, laughing even more lewdly.

"Dear Mom... why haven't you come to your senses yet? Isn't it good that we're like this now? I'm doing this because I like you and want to be filial to you... our relationship doesn't bother anyone else, no one will be jealous, hehehe... you can just enjoy your life..."

My mother reached out and poked my head hard.

"You little brat... if you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your stinking mouth apart! Who would want to be with you... shameless... ugh... take your filthy hands off me... um... you'd better hurry up and get married... then stop bothering me." My mother's breathing grew heavier, but she still forcefully pulled my hands away.

"Dear Mom, don't worry... even if your son gets married, he'll still be as filial to you as he is now, hehe...

the closest person in the world is your own mother... come on, give me another kiss..."

"Pah, pah, pah, that's easy to say... hurry up and go to work... remember to borrow some money and bring it back at noon."

"Okay..."

After forcibly hugging my mother and giving her a kiss, I left home for work.

Not long after I got home from work at noon, Hong Dajun came to the door. He looked me over inside and out without seeing my father, and then said, "You two should think about whether to pay compensation or let the old man wait to go to jail."

My mother smiled apologetically and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, my shameless old man ran away yesterday." "It's already happened, let's talk it over properly. How much compensation do you want?"

Hong Dajun held up one finger and said ten thousand yuan, not a penny less.

This guy was practically extorting money. Luckily, my mother had heard what Aunt Huang had said that morning, so she wasn't too panicked. She kept apologizing to him, saying that the family really couldn't come up with that much money, and that he could report it to the police.

It seemed that Hong Dajun was mainly after money, and after some haggling, he relented. He said that they were neighbors and it wasn't a shameful matter, so he didn't want to make a big fuss. He said eight thousand yuan would be enough.

My mother deliberately looked troubled and hesitated for a while before saying, "Brother, you should know my family's difficulties. We only have three thousand two hundred yuan after scraping together everything. If you agree, take it and we'll be done with it. If not, then there's really nothing we can do but let that old bastard go to jail..."

In the end, Hong Dajun only took three thousand two hundred yuan and left. I laughed as soon as he stepped out the door.

"Mom, you're really something, getting rid of him so easily. I don't even need my three thousand yuan."

"Cough... You think it's not enough? That old philanderer, I'll pay off his debts for him, I won't give him a single penny more, let's see where he can run off to."

My mother said, laughing and angry at the same time.

"No, no... Mom, if you don't give Dad some money for mahjong, he'll stay home all the time... It won't be convenient for us, mother and son... Hehe..."

I said with a wicked smile, hugging my mother and slipping one hand into her panties, rubbing her vulva.

"Mmm... You're so mean... Be gentle... My little darling... Well... Mom will do as you say... Mmm..."

My mother seemed to be in a very good mood, perhaps because she felt she had taken advantage of Hong Dajun. After I teased her for a while, she went to cook.

To please my mother, I gave her the three thousand yuan I had borrowed before going to work that afternoon. I made up an excuse that it was money I had received in advance for working at a factory, and told her to use it to buy some clothes or something. My mother happily kissed me several times. I knew that she would gradually get used to her son's filial piety and stop having any reservations.

In the afternoon, I called my sister from work and told her that the matter with Hong Dajun had been settled and that she could tell my father to come home. My sister sighed and said, "You already know about this, so don't blame your dad too much. He's probably just confused for a moment."

Sigh, I really can't understand why my sister would speak up for my father. I was furious and blurted out, "What do you mean, 'a moment of confusion'? Sister, have you forgotten he did the same thing to you?"

My sister was silent for a long time before softly saying, "You've heard everything Mom said… Let bygones be bygones, don't take it so seriously… You're not married, you don't understand… Actually, I don't hate Dad anymore, I'm not his biological daughter…

It doesn't matter… Don't laugh at me, but I've slept with several men… It's really nothing."

I didn't know what to say. Sigh, thinking about how I'd messed around with my own mother… what did my sister's words mean? But the way she said it so bluntly and nonchalantly made me feel strange.

Maybe it's because we haven't known each other for long; in my memory, my sister was quite well-behaved, but now she's saying these things, and I can't accept it right away. Since my sister didn't seem to care, I quickly changed my mind and said to her, "It's good that you think this way, but don't protect Dad. Be careful he doesn't take advantage of you again. What if your husband finds out?"

My sister chuckled and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Come visit me sometime. We haven't had a proper talk in a long time." I readily agreed. My

brother-in-law's family lived in a small town, an hour and a half away from my house. My father came home while my mother and I were having dinner. My mother scolded him again in front of me. This time, my father didn't argue, silently finished his meal, and went to bed.

My mother was still angry and didn't sleep with my father that night. I knew it was useless to persuade her, so I hugged her and slept with her. In the middle of the night, we did that shameful thing again.

At first, my mother disagreed, scolding me for not being restrained and that it would harm my health. I said, "It's all your fault, Mom, for being too tempting. I just couldn't resist."

During our intimate moment, I told my mother about my conversation with my sister that afternoon. My mother said, "You don't know, to put it bluntly, your sister is a little slut. She slept with at least three men before she got married, and I bet your brother-in-law has been cuckolded quite a few times."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel even more lustful and said provocatively, "Then one day I'll give my brother-in-law a cuckold's hat too."

My mother lowered her voice and scolded me again, "You little beast, you'll go to hell sooner or later, messing with your own mother and still thinking about your sister."

I shamelessly said, "If I had known she wasn't my biological sister, I probably would have slept with her first and then come back to be filial to you, hehe..."

My sister's curvaceous figure became clearer and clearer in my mind...

The following days gradually returned to normal. After staying home quietly for a few days, my father went out to play mahjong and muddle through life again. My mother slept with him again, but it didn't affect the frequency of her secret trysts with me.

As time went by, my mother almost never mentioned worrying about being discovered when we were having illicit affairs, and she became more and more wanton in front of me.

Two months later, one afternoon, my sister, unusually, returned to her parents' home, mainly to repay the 20,000 yuan she had borrowed previously.

Having not seen her for almost half a year, my feelings upon seeing her again were quite different from before. I couldn't help but steal glances at her alluring body parts. My sister seemed to have become fuller, her pert buttocks and breasts particularly attractive, possessing a different charm compared to my mother and my girlfriend, which stirred my lust.

My mother asked her to stay for a few days, but she said her husband had taken her father to the hospital again, and her son didn't have school on weekends, so she had to go back to look after the house and do chores. She asked me to take her home on my motorcycle after dinner, and I, secretly delighted, quickly agreed.

After an early dinner, I set off with my sister. My sister sat behind me, gently holding my waist, her breasts brushing against my back through her clothes, arousing me intensely. We talked incessantly on the way, and somehow the conversation turned to her and my father's affair.

I asked her, "Are you really not resentful of Father anymore?"

My sister giggled and said, "You're quite concerned about your sister!"

"Are you really alright?" I couldn't help but joke, saying, "If I had known you weren't my biological sister, I would have told Mom not to marry you off."

My sister said, "Why do you say that? Staying at home and being humiliated by Father... I don't resent him now, but I really hated him back then."

I said, "Sister, you misunderstood. I meant that if you didn't get married, I wouldn't have to go through the trouble of finding a wife."

My sister then understood and laughed loudly, saying, "You little rascal, you've become naughty... Tell me, do you already have a girlfriend?"

I said, "Of course I do, we've even slept together."

My sister exclaimed "Oh!" in surprise, then patted my... She asked, "So my little brother's a man now? Are you still seeing your girlfriend?"

I replied, "It seems we're still seeing each other, but we haven't seen each other for a few months. I miss her a lot and I'm planning to marry her someday."

My sister asked, "Is she pretty?"

I nodded and said, "She's alright, but not as pretty as you, sister."

My sister chuckled, "How can you call me pretty?"

I grinned and said, "She's not as voluptuous as you, sister. You're more womanly!"

My sister laughed even louder and said, "When did you learn to flirt with women?"

I suddenly felt like I was flirting with my sister, and I had an indescribable feeling in my heart.

My sister at this moment was completely different from the impression I had of her in the past. Perhaps it was really as my mother said, that she was a little slut. I believed that it probably wouldn't take too much effort to get her. As soon as this thought popped into my head, I began to feel a little expectant, while secretly thinking about what to do next.

Perhaps it was fate, but as we approached my sister's house, a torrential downpour began, soaking us to the bone. It seemed I wouldn't be able to go home tonight; something was bound to happen between my sister and me.

Sure enough, the rain intensified as we arrived. My sister gave me a set of her husband's clothes to change into, saying, "You can sleep here tonight; I'm going to take a shower."

While she spoke, my eyes never left her body. The soaking wet clothes clung to her skin, highlighting her voluptuous and alluring figure. She was fuller than my girlfriend, yet not overly plump like my mother; she was simply captivating.

I stared at her from head to toe, clicking my tongue in admiration, praising her as having a model's figure, saying even a monk would want to renounce his vows. My

sister seemed flustered by my gaze, playfully scolding, "I'm your sister, don't get any bad ideas!"

Then she quickly disappeared into the bathroom.

After changing, I sat quietly in the living room, my mind filled with the image of my sister's figure, a desire to possess her completely overwhelming me.

I didn't come to my senses until my sister came out of the shower. She had changed into a semi-transparent nightgown, her bra and panties faintly visible, which only fueled my desire.

I thought to myself, "I have to be intimate with my sister, no matter what," and my penis swelled and hardened.

My sister immediately noticed my embarrassing state, her face turning bright red with embarrassment. She froze, stammering, "You...

you...how could..." but couldn't finish her sentence. Clearly, she hadn't expected this.

In a moment of impulsiveness, thinking that since things had already come to this point, I might as well go all out, I quickly walked up to my sister and hugged her tightly.

"Sister... I like you... I really like you."

My sister was even more caught off guard. "Cough... no... don't do this, little brother... we're siblings..."

I chuckled to myself, thinking that even mother and son could get together like this.

"I know, sister... but I can't control myself... please do it this once... even if I get struck by lightning, I'm willing..."

I thought my own words sounded somewhat sweet, and my sister's voice began to tremble.

"No... no... I can't do it... you don't know... my body has been touched by many filthy men...

it's dirty..."

Usually, when a woman says this, it means she's already fallen for me... it's going to happen so easily, and my excitement is indescribable.

"I don't care about those things... Sister... In my eyes, you are the most beautiful and pure woman!"

"Mmm," I said, and then I silenced her with a kiss... At the same time, I held her waist tightly with one hand and frantically caressed her plump, round buttocks with the other...

My sister probably hadn't experienced such intense foreplay before. After being suddenly kissed and caressed by me, she went limp in less than ten seconds. If I let go, she would definitely fall to the ground immediately.

I continued to kiss her passionately, and my hand, which had been touching her round buttocks, slid further to her vulva, rubbing her clitoris and folds of flesh back and forth...

After about a minute, I felt that the panties covering her vulva had become wet.

Young women are different; her juices came out faster and in greater quantities than my mother's. At this moment, my sister seemed to have collapsed, her whole body trembling occasionally, and she would moan softly.

Then, I seized the opportunity, carrying her into the bedroom and pushing her down onto the bed.

I then freed one hand, quickly took off my pants, and then effortlessly pulled off her panties. I couldn't wait any longer, and with my erect penis pressed against her vulva, I gently thrust my hips forward, and half of my penis slid into her slit...

My sister cried out "Ah!" and her body visibly trembled twice, her legs involuntarily spreading wider.

I then slowly applied force, gradually inserting my entire penis deep into her vagina... and began to thrust...

The tightness of my sister's vagina was between that of my girlfriend and my mother, making it the most comfortable to penetrate. Her vagina was incredibly hot and stretched with perfect rhythm, continuously bringing my penis the most stimulating pleasure.

"...Oh...oh..." I moved my mouth away and took a few deep breaths, and my sister immediately moaned...

I used both hands to cover her breasts and rub them back and forth, and my penis gradually sped up its thrusting...

Luckily, I had ejaculated three or four times with my mother in the previous two days, so my penis was not too sensitive, otherwise I probably would have ejaculated in less than five minutes with my sister...

Finally, after about ten minutes, I still ejaculated, and the hot semen shot into my sister's vagina...

I can't remember my sister's reaction when I ejaculated, because my mind was blank at the time.

The only thing that impressed me was that the first time my sister and I made love, we didn't have any lewd words...only body language...that was enough...

(6)

During my first time making love with my sister, I didn't even realize whether she had reached orgasm. Looking back, that was probably the most impatient time I had ever been to a woman, but it was also the most memorable.

After ejaculating for the first time, I turned over and lay down next to my sister, and we were silent for nearly half an hour, neither of us saying a word. I think my sister must have been quietly sorting out her thoughts during that time.

We were both lying on our backs, and after about half an hour, she turned her head to look at me. I felt it and turned my head to look at her back.

She stared at me quietly for a while, her expression unreadable. I felt a chill run down my spine from

her gaze and called out, "Sister." Then, as if possessed, she suddenly climbed on top of me, hugged my face, and kissed me relentlessly until I was almost suffocating. Only then did she call me "My little darling" and bury her face in my neck, becoming as quiet as a little lab rat again.

I gently stroked her hair, crossed my legs, and held her body tightly, occasionally rubbing my calves against her round buttocks. My sister is ticklish; whenever I move my leg, she twists her hips to try and escape. I tried a few times and then stopped, instead gently caressing her back, waist, and hips…

I was too hasty before our lovemaking and didn't have time to remove her nightgown and bra, so I couldn't properly appreciate her alluring curves. Now I could savor them properly.

So I gently groped and slowly unbuttoned her clothes, and she cooperated obediently… A full, white body was revealed before my eyes…

I greedily lowered my face, kissing and licking every inch of her skin. Her scent was faint, and I inhaled deeply as I kissed and licked, completely intoxicated.

When I licked her vulva, the taste became somewhat strange because it was mixed with my semen. I licked it a couple of times and then moved my mouth away, but my sister quickly pressed it back.

"Good little brother… um… it tickles down there…" she moaned seductively, her face filled with a dazed look.

"Hmm...my dear brother...is much better than your brother-in-law..."

Although I didn't really like the taste, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and continue licking. This was the first time, and I had to try my best to satisfy my sister so that I would have more opportunities in the future .

My sister gradually revealed her true colors, completely different from the previous time. "Good brother," "dear brother"

kept on her lips.

I always liked to call my mother "dear mom" when I was with her, as it felt more stimulating. I wondered if my sister was doing the same thing for the same reason...

After nearly half an hour of entanglement, my sister had become a complete slut, constantly urging me to penetrate her itchy hole.

By this time, my strength had fully recovered, and a second round was naturally a given.

When my penis entered my sister's vagina again, it was much wetter than before, making a "plop...

sizzle..." sound as I thrust in and out, seemingly making it easier...

I kept thrusting, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, each time plunging my penis deep into her vagina, feeling the head of my penis always reach the very bottom, driving her wild with desire, making her scream with all her might...

The sound was probably impossible to block out even through several doors... The more I listened, the more excited I became, and I couldn't help but roar along.

"Sister... dear sister... you're so horny... your little brother is going to fuck your little cunt raw..."

"Mmm... oh... big cock little brother... fuck me hard... sister feels so good... oh..." my sister responded immediately, pulling one of my hands onto her breast.

I understood and started squeezing and kneading her harder…

“…Heh…my sexy sister…I really regret not fucking you today…I regret it so much…you little slut…you’re much more exciting than my girlfriend…”

“…Hmm…I think so too…Hmm…I’ve been fucked by so many men…but you, little brother, are the best at it…It’s not too late to start now…Oh…don’t neglect your sister in the future…Hmm…”

My sister rolled her eyes as she spoke, stretching out her hand to grab my arm tightly, her hot vulva suddenly tightening several times.

“…Heh…Oh…don’t worry, sister…if your pussy gets itchy in the future…I promise I’ll be there whenever you call…”

I was almost out of my mind from my sister’s grip, and my glans immediately felt a little numb.

I was about to ejaculate again…I quickly lay down, put my hands under my sister, lifted her two round buttocks, and made her lower body press against me even tighter…even tighter…

My penis began its rapid thrusts before ejaculation…

“…Ah…ah…” My sister could only moan, too weak to speak. Her hand gripping my arm almost dug into my flesh…

After dozens of thrusts in and out of her cunt, I finally roared and ejaculated…

Almost simultaneously, my sister’s cunt clenched tightly, gripping my penis and writhing as if trying to squeeze out the last drop of semen…

The second round of sex left me feeling incredibly satisfied, and my sister was clearly enjoying it too. She lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, legs spread wide, unresponsive to my tickling and calls… I had no choice but to pull the blanket over her and we went to sleep together.

The two rounds of sex left us both exhausted, and we slept until past ten the next morning. I hurriedly got up, washed my face, and rushed back to work. Before leaving, my sister pulled me aside and only said one sentence: "Be careful on the slippery road..."

When I got home from work in the afternoon, my mother noticed that I didn't look well and asked as soon as we met,

"Didn't you sleep well at your sister's last night? Why do you look like this?" I thought to myself, "My body was practically drained by my sister, of course I'd look like this," and said, "Yeah, I wasn't used to sleeping in other people's beds, I barely slept a wink all night."

My mother then lowered her voice and said, "Really? You didn't do anything to your sister, did you?"

I grinned mischievously and reached out to grab my mother's buttocks, saying, "I wanted to do something good, hehe, but my sister wouldn't allow it."

My mother rolled her eyes at me and didn't say anything more. I knew she definitely didn't expect that I had slept with my sister so quickly.

I thought about it carefully. Although my mother and sister had both slept with me and their relationship had reached an extremely intimate level, it wasn't something to be proud of. If I told them the truth, they would definitely feel uncomfortable meeting each other. I should try to keep it a secret from both sides for as long as possible.

The days that followed were even more enjoyable for me, as I happily juggled my relationships with both my mother and sister. Naturally, I had more time with my mother, about two or three times a week. My sister lived far away, and with her family living together, it wasn't very convenient to sneak around, so it was usually only once or twice a month.

After six months, my interest in them gradually waned. I'd often feel the urge after a week or two, so I'd go to one of them, though I mostly went to my mother—it was more convenient.

While everyone's tastes are generally consistent, it's inevitable to want a change sometimes, and I was no exception. I searched diligently for a while but couldn't find a new target, until I unexpectedly got my chance to try something new.

It was a weekend afternoon. My mother had gone back to her parents' home, and my father was out playing mahjong as usual, leaving me alone at home. While I was taking a nap, Aunt Huang brought a middle-aged woman to my house, saying she was looking for my mother and had brought her along because she happened to see her. The moment I saw the woman, my eyes lit up.

She looked to be about the same age as my mother, and her figure was similar—both had large breasts and plump buttocks. However, her attire was far superior to my mother's. She wore a sleeveless, plain-colored blouse with a low neckline, revealing glimpses of her white bra and her deep cleavage. She wore tight pants that clung tightly to her round buttocks, clearly showing the outline of her panties, making her entire rear end incredibly alluring.

After I invited them to sit down, Aunt Huang said she had to leave. The woman then introduced herself; her name was Zhang Qiuhe, a close friend and coworker of my mother's.

I had heard my mother mention her several times, saying that she was a beauty in the factory when she was young, but unfortunately, she died young, her first husband died early, and she married two more men, both of whom divorced her.

After the introduction, I enthusiastically said, "Oh, you must be Aunt Zhang! You look much younger than my mom!

My mom always talks about how kind you are, and she even said she wants me to recognize you as her godmother someday." This last sentence was something I came up with on the spot, naturally to build rapport.

Sure enough, Aunt Zhang chuckled happily upon hearing this, saying, "I've visited your house a few times before, but you were never home. You said you were studying in another city, but I've seen your picture. You look so different now… and you're so good at talking! I'd be so lucky to have a son like you." Then she asked where my mother had gone.

I told her my mother had gone back to her parents' home for two days and said she'd be back the next day, so I should call and remind her.

Aunt Zhang said no need, she'd be staying at our house for a few days.

Hearing she was staying, my mind started racing, and I quickly and attentively served her tea and slippers, making sure she was well taken care of.

During our chat, Aunt Zhang told me about her current situation; it turned out she only had one daughter, a year older than me, who had married and moved to another province. She retired the same year as my mother and went to live with her daughter. However, she didn't have many close friends there, so she took advantage of her daughter and son-in-law's trip to come back and catch up with her old friends.

While chatting with her, I racked my brains trying to figure out how to get her into bed as quickly as possible…

After much thought, I realized that since she had remarried twice after her husband's death, she must be a woman who couldn't stand loneliness. Now, without a man by her side, she must crave comfort. I could understand this from my mother; women of this age still have strong sexual needs.

However, I still faced many problems. First, time was short; once my mother returned tomorrow, there probably wouldn't be another chance. Second, I didn't know Aunt Zhang's temperament or character, and didn't know where to begin.

The long afternoon passed, and it gradually got dark. I wanted to invite Aunt Zhang to a restaurant for dinner, but she insisted on just cooking something simple at home, so I had to listen to her.

Aunt Zhang's cooking skills were truly excellent; she made several delicious home-style dishes. I kept praising her as I ate, making her smile constantly.

Under the lamplight, Aunt Zhang's crow's feet appeared noticeably lighter than during the day, and her almond-shaped eyes were charming and captivating, making her look much younger, like a woman in her thirties.

After dinner, we watched TV together until past ten o'clock, but Father still hadn't returned. Seeing Aunt Zhang yawning repeatedly, a good idea suddenly popped into my head.

I lied and said that Father had just been diagnosed with tuberculosis last month, which is highly contagious, and Mother, afraid of infecting him, hadn't been sleeping with him. Since there were only two rooms in the house, Mother had been sleeping with me lately.

Aunt Zhang looked troubled and said, "Then what about tonight?"

I pretended to scratch my head, thought for a moment, and said, "My dad used to play mahjong all night, but after the diagnosis, my mom wouldn't let him stay up late. But these past two days, Mom hasn't been home and hasn't been watching him, so he's been playing until dawn before coming home to sleep. I guess he won't be back tonight either. Why don't you sleep in my room first, and I'll sleep in my dad's room? If my dad comes back, I'll sleep with you. Don't be shy, I already consider you my mother."

Aunt Zhang seemed to agree with my reasoning and nodded quickly, saying, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Actually, my dad usually comes home at midnight at the latest after playing mahjong, and he rarely stays up all night. This arrangement made me feel incredibly happy.

Soon, I led Aunt Zhang to my room to sleep, and then lay down on my parents' bed fully clothed, quietly waiting

for my father's return…

It was almost midnight, and my father still hadn't come home. I was anxious and helpless, thinking, "Could it be that he's going to stay up all night? That would be incredibly unlucky."

Fortunately, three minutes after midnight, I heard the sound of the door opening; my father was home. I quickly jumped out of bed and rushed out, going first into the bathroom.

After my father went into the room and lay down, I quietly went to my own door, stood there taking off my coat, and entered the room wearing only my underwear.

I didn't turn on the light. In the darkness, Aunt Zhang's soft, even breathing could be heard; she must have been very tired.

I groped my way onto the bed and gently lay down next to Aunt Zhang. I usually sleep alone, so the bed isn't big, and the two of us were quite close together. A familiar woman's scent wafted into my nostrils, very much like my mother's, but fainter. I thought to myself that this was probably the scent of most mature women; it smelled warm.

After lying down, I remained quiet for a few minutes, making sure Aunt Zhang wasn't disturbed, and then I slowly reached my hand towards her buttocks… and gently touched them…

Aunt Zhang was wearing a nightgown, the material was very thin and soft, because I could clearly feel the edge of her panties underneath, which only covered a small part of her buttocks.

I paused for a few seconds, and seeing that Aunt Zhang didn't react, I confidently continued to caress her, this time touching her entire plump buttocks, which I felt were even rounder than my mother's, and not much different in size. Before I had even finished touching Aunt Zhang's entire plump buttocks, my penis had already swelled rapidly and was trembling restlessly. At this

moment, Aunt Zhang suddenly turned over, from lying on her side with her back to me, to lying flat on her back.

Without hesitation, I placed my hand between her legs, gently exploring her genitals. Even through the two thin layers of skin, I could roughly make out the shape of her vulva.

It was high and rounded, like a freshly steamed bun, still warm to the touch. After a few strokes, I moved my hand away, moving it upwards to her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her soft, warm breasts trembled slightly at my touch…

Aunt Zhang was plump; it would take considerable effort to secretly remove her pants, and that would definitely wake her. I was furious and frustrated, lying there blankly for a while, still at a loss.

Time passed, and I started to feel the urge to urinate, so I got up and went to the toilet.

Back in the room, I paced frantically around the bed, and unintentionally saw a white bra on the bedside table.

I rushed over, grabbed it like a precious treasure, and covered my face with it… At the same time, I heard a sharp "bang," like the sound of a glass bottle shattering.

I was puzzled; there was never any glass in the room. So I turned on the bedside lamp, picked up a piece of broken bottle with a label on it, and saw the words "sleeping pills" written on it. My heart started pounding…

Then I saw a small bottle of purified water on the bedside table. It was clear these sleeping pills belonged to Aunt Zhang. There was a woman at my internship who suffered from insomnia and took sleeping pills; she'd told many jokes about oversleeping after taking them. I guessed Aunt Zhang had the same problem. Fate was on my side, but fate is unavoidable…

I got into bed without turning off the light, shook Aunt Zhang's body, and called, "Aunt Zhang, wake up." She didn't respond at all. Only

then did I feel safe enough to start moving her body, undressing her piece by piece. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, Aunt Zhang's body looked unusually fair and tender. I gently caressed her, not missing an inch of her skin, then licked and kissed her from her feet to her face…

Aunt Zhang remained fast asleep, completely unaware of the strange sensation. The first time I drugged and raped a woman was incredibly exciting and novel. My only regret was the lack of cooperation; the atmosphere wasn't quite sensual enough, and her vagina wasn't wet enough. So

I leaned in and licked her vulva repeatedly until it became slippery before inserting my penis…

Aunt Zhang's vagina was even looser than my mother's, clearly indicating frequent visits from penises. Otherwise, after so many years of widowhood, it wouldn't be so loose.

I growled, "I'll fuck you to death, you old slut!" Then I grabbed her thighs and began to fuck her hard…

After about twenty or thirty minutes, I ejaculated… It had been almost ten days since I'd touched a woman, so the semen inside Aunt Zhang was plentiful, of excellent quality, and incredibly thick. After ejaculating, I pulled my penis out. My semen, mixed with Aunt Zhang's vaginal fluid, slowly flowed from her slightly parted vagina, dripping onto the sheets.

The excitement subsided, and I lowered my head to kiss Aunt Zhang twice deeply before lying down and falling asleep…

The next morning, I was awakened from my sleep by Aunt Zhang's scream. Opening my eyes, I saw her face filled with panic and anger.

Seeing me awake, she immediately began to berate me, “You…you little beast…how could you do such a terrible thing?”

I was prepared, so I quickly rubbed my eyes, sat up, and then feigned terror, stammering,

“…Wh…how…it’s you…Aunt Zhang…”

Aunt Zhang said, even angrier.

“Don’t pretend…who did you think it was? You don’t have a wife.”

I tried my best to sound even more panicked.

“I…I thought…I thought…it was my mother…I’m sorry…Aunt Zhang…”

As soon as these words left my mouth, Aunt Zhang froze.

“What?…You and your mother…did this…impossible…impossible.”

I easily diverted Aunt Zhang’s attention, making her temporarily forget the good deed of being drugged and raped by me. Then I told her the story I had already fabricated in my mind about my affair with my mother.

In my fabricated story, I got drunk and went into the wrong room, sleeping in my mother's bed. Then my mother mistook me for my father and teased me, resulting in the shameful affair between mother and son.

Aunt Zhang listened intently, and as soon as I finished, she asked, "So you two should have realized your mistake after the first time, but from what you just said, you're still... together?"

I chuckled inwardly. This old slut was so busy listening to the novelty that she seemed to have forgotten that her vagina still had my semen inside her. To satisfy her curiosity, I went on to tell her that after the first time, I couldn't control myself and fell in love with my mother. I often begged her to continue this relationship, and my mother, feeling sorry for me, finally agreed.

Then, before Aunt Zhang could say anything more, I continued, saying that there was nothing wrong with this relationship. We were very discreet, no outsiders knew, my mother's sexual needs were satisfied, and she felt much younger. Moreover, she was more considerate of my father than before, and the family was more harmonious than before.

Aunt Zhang seemed to find the story more and more reasonable, and her expression gradually returned to normal. Finally, she just looked at me, shook her head, and said, "Look at your family."

Seeing that she had calmed down, I used my last trick to finish the job.

I first hugged her arm, then kept apologizing until she softened. Then I said, "Now that things are like this, only you and I know, it's okay if we don't tell anyone. If you think I've treated you badly, you can hit me or scold me as you please, I promise I'll never do it again. But to be honest, I felt very close to you when I saw you yesterday, and I really like you. If you don't mind, please treat me like your son, and I will definitely treat you like my own mother.

" After listening, Aunt Zhang stared at me for a long time, then sighed softly and said, "You child… you're really something…"

Then she did something I didn't expect: she opened her arms and hugged me tightly.

[The End]

Entering Mother's Womb

Author: Landscape Painting

1. I love my mother.

My mother's name is He Xin. She lost the joys of girlhood at a young age, learning to get pregnant and give birth. My father seduced my mother at a campfire party when she was fifteen and in her final year of high school, taking her virginity, and that's how I came to be. I was born on their wedding night. My father worked in a company and was quite chauvinistic. After he was promoted to a minor manager, he developed a drinking problem, often drinking until he was unconscious, requiring my mother, me, and the rest of the family to help him to bed. However, he didn't beat or scold anyone in the family when he was drunk. Therefore, considering other things, you could say he was actually quite good to my mother (at least compared to other families in town), and it was clear that my mother loved my father, or perhaps it was "a kind of respect."

However, I often sensed that my mother was a little melancholy. Of course, at that time, I didn't quite understand why. Our family's circumstances were considered upper-middle class compared to other families, and my mother never had to work to help with household expenses.

Whenever I had the chance, I would help my mother with chores. My father was always at the company, which naturally brought my mother and me closer. She would often come to me for help when she had problems; and I, in turn, would often try to cheer her up.

It was clear that my mother liked having me around, as it somewhat alleviated the boredom of housework.

My father always left early and came home late, and nine times out of ten he was drunk. I felt that romance had long since disappeared from their marriage. Most of the time, he was either busy with work, in meetings, or drinking. Under these circumstances, my mother was actually very lonely. However, I believe that my father still loved my mother very much. They would sometimes joke with each other or tease each other, but the romance they had when they first got married was very little... practically nonexistent.

My mother loved me dearly. During the day, while working, Mom would often gaze at me lovingly for a long time, occasionally cupping my little face and kissing me repeatedly. At night, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed, Mom and I would often lie together in bed, kissing and caressing each other, whispering secrets. I knew Mom loved having me with her… Over time, Mom and I became very close. She would even hold me and whisper that my presence was like the sunshine illuminating her life.

We talked about almost everything. I told Mom about my favorite celebrities, and she told me about her life before she got married. She still longed for those carefree days, but Mom told me she didn't regret her marriage because it gave her the most important things in her life—her husband and son.

I also love Mom very much, not only for her kindness, gentleness, and love, but also for her stunning beauty. I am proud to have such a beautiful mother. However, this love is only between a mother and son; there are absolutely no other thoughts.

I am a precocious child, and I know many things that should only be vague concepts at my age. When I was twelve, I began to see my mother through a different lens—a man's eye. I started to realize she was a very beautiful woman.

Her hair was black, thick, and long. When she let it down, the long, flowing black hair cascaded down to her waist, and she had a wonderful figure. At 1.68 meters tall, she was voluptuous, with a shapely figure, and possessed a mature woman's unique charm—a captivating allure that could make a man's heart leap!

Gradually, as I grew older, my feelings for my mother changed. By thirteen, I realized that my mother, with her traditional virtues and beauty, was a woman who attracted me greatly. By fourteen, my maternal love for my mother had fully evolved into a man's love for a beautiful woman.

At this point, I was deeply captivated by the unparalleled elegance she exuded. My mother was my perfect goddess, my dearest love. I fervently loved my mature, beautiful, and voluptuous mother!

On the road, in class, whenever I have free time, I can't help but think about my mother's beautiful and alluring face. Thinking of her fills me with inexplicable excitement; and when I see her, my heart races and I'm consumed by lust. I often find myself wanting to embrace her like a lover, to kiss her beautiful face.

Several times, I've even dreamt of having sex with her. I'm completely captivated by her; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I'm driven mad by it. My mother is the only woman in my life who has ever truly driven me to madness.

Despite this, I've never actually done anything inappropriate to her. Reason tells me it's impossible. "My mother is my birth mother; I cannot fall in love with her. This is against morality and propriety, even considered insane and perverse." I suppress these unspeakable desires, burying my longing for her body deep within my heart.

However, I unconsciously begin to consciously seek her embrace and to consciously praise her, complimenting her appearance, saying she is still a very beautiful woman. These words usually made my mother blush, but she would still accept them with a smile.

Later, every day when I came home, I would bring her some flowers or desserts. On Sundays when I had time off, I would ask my mother to go to the movies with me. In the theater, I would intentionally or unintentionally lean against my mother or hold her warm, delicate hand, and then, when she wasn't looking, I would quickly put my arm around her shoulder. At this time, my mother would naturally lean back and rest her head on my shoulder.

I knew that my mother looked forward to the days when I took her to the movies, because she always picked out the movies for us in advance.

After the movie, I liked to sit with my mother in a small park nearby for a while. There, we could look at the night view of the whole town and say some playful and affectionate words to each other.

One day, my mother said to me, "Tie Niu, shouldn't you start dating? You're almost fifteen."

At this time, without considering the consequences, I said directly, "Mom, I want to be with you forever. I don't want to get married."

Hearing her son's bold confession, my mother was obviously surprised and turned to stare at me in disbelief. After a while, her dazed gaze silently shifted to the distance.

"Mom, did I make you worry?"

Mom thought for a long time before slowly saying, "I think we should go back."

Seeing Mom's attitude, I began to curse the words I had just blurted out. But then I thought, words spoken cannot be taken back, so why not take it a step further! If it's a risk, then so be it, I can't worry about anything else.

"Mom, if what I said embarrassed you, I'm so sorry. But you know, your son isn't stupid, and he's more mature than his age suggests. I love you very much, and I'd do anything for your happiness, Mom, please don't hate me."

Mom was silent for a long time, then looked at me sadly and said, "Tie Niu, it's my fault. I shouldn't have let this continue. It's all because I was too lonely, so I sought your company, which led you astray."

"Mom, I didn't want this to happen either. But since it has, I'm still very happy to have fallen in love with a woman like you." "

No! No way! You're my own son!" Mom retorted. "How can such a thing happen between a mother and son? Besides, I'm a married woman." "

Mom, it's already happened, and I don't want to lie, and I don't want to take back my love for you. Mom, Dad is so cold to you. For your own happiness, can't you carefully consider my... request?"

Mom was silent for a long time again, then two lines of clear tears silently slid down her white face. Gazing at my weeping mother, I felt a pang of guilt. I pulled her to my chest and hugged her tightly. Then, she whispered, "Tie Niu, we should go home."
05-05

2. After I kissed my mother

, our relationship cooled considerably. Despite my repeated pleas, she refused to go to the movies with me again, telling me she should go with a girl my age.

I could tell she was suffering just as much as I was. As the days passed, she became withdrawn and quiet.

When my father noticed her change and asked why she wouldn't go to the movies with me, she just shook her head and asked him why he wouldn't take her. He said, "You know I'm very busy. Sunday is my only day off; it's better to rest at home." Of course, he drank as usual that day. Then, she raised her voice, as if saying something to him, and finally slammed the door and left the bedroom.

This Tuesday, Dad wasn't home, and I pleaded with Mom again. Unexpectedly, she didn't speak, just nodded. Overjoyed, I rushed forward and hugged her tightly. She didn't resist, gently resting her head on my shoulder.

"Mom! I'm so happy!" I tightened my embrace, hinting to her, "Now that she's agreed, our relationship has entered a new chapter."

I silently and very gently stroked her back, my hand lightly sliding across her snowy shoulders. Mom remained still, leaning on my shoulder.

I stepped back slightly, staring into her eyes, gazing into their depths, and said in a calm tone, "Mom, I love you, I will always love you." Then, I leaned down and kissed her slender, lovely neck, then slowly moved up to her face. Finally, I bravely reached out and embraced her, pressing my lips to hers.

Unexpectedly, Mom didn't push me away. She hooked her soft arms around my neck and closed her eyes tightly...

The way Mom let me kiss her made me feel incredibly warm and sweet. However, Mom seemed a little numb, and her beautiful lips were tightly closed.

"Mom, thank you! I feel so good. I think it would be even better if you could relax a little more, make it softer, and make it last a little longer. Mom, let's kiss one more time, okay?"

"How could I let you do this to me?" Mom murmured softly, lost in thought for a long while, then two clear tears silently slid down her white face.

Gazing at my crying mother, I felt guilty and pulled her to my chest, hugging her tightly. Unexpectedly, Mom then lifted her head towards me.

This time, Mom's lips were much softer and slightly parted. I was overjoyed and almost jumped for joy.

Mom's warm and soft body pressed against mine, and my penis, already erect, pressed against her lower abdomen.

Oh my god, Mom must have noticed! And her full breasts were pressed tightly against my chest. I felt my heart pounding, and excitement and pleasure made me dizzy. I had kissed some girls at school before, but this one, oh my god, had never felt so wonderful.

Finally, I felt my mother almost reluctantly pull away from my embrace and whisper, "Tie Niu, that's enough for today, we should go home." My mother's face was flushed, and she was a little breathless, as was I.

After that, the flowers I brought back for my mother always earned me a gentle kiss on the cheek. When we were alone together, the long-lost embrace returned. But unlike before, I could now boldly caress my mother's snow-white back and kiss her rosy lips and fair neck.

Every Sunday before our date, my mother quickly reverted to her old self, impatient and restless. My father noticed and asked her with a smile why she couldn't sit still. To this, my mother simply said that she wanted to go to the movies with me.

Dad laughed at me, calling me a sissy boy for still clinging to Mom even at my age. I mumbled, "As long as Mom's happy, I'd be willing to stick to her forever."

This Sunday evening, Mom wore a very sexy outfit. Despite having given birth, her figure was still slender like a young girl's. The clothes weren't very tight, but they looked great, subtly highlighting her full breasts and shapely hips.

With light makeup, Mom looked incredibly young, and I was immediately captivated by her stunning beauty. On the way to the cinema, Mom was the center of attention for all the men in town. Seeing those admiring glances, I, as her son, felt incredibly proud.

The movie that night was a romantic drama. As usual, I naturally put my arm around Mom's shoulder, and she rested her head on mine in return. After the movie, we went to our usual park to sit and chat. Outside, the temperature was quite cool.

My mother gazed at me and said softly, "Tie Niu, thank you for your patience, and thank you for giving me such a wonderful evening."

I looked at my mother and said, "Mom, you look beautiful tonight, very... um! very sexy."

Hearing me say such a blatant thing, my mother smiled, but her face also flushed. She whispered, "Tie Niu, if you weren't my son, I really would think... you're seducing your mother."

At that moment, I looked at my mother and said emotionally, "Yes! Mom, I do want to seduce you."

As soon as I said those words, my body temperature and blood instantly felt like they were on fire. My mouth went dry, and the intensity of my excitement was so great that, if there were a measuring instrument, my heart rate would definitely exceed 120.

My mother blushed and turned her head away, whispering, "But, Tie Niu, I'm your mother, and I'm already married to your father."

"Mom, do you really care about Dad? I feel he neglects you too much, making you unhappy at all.

Mom! Give me a chance, Tie Niu will make you happy!"

My mother didn't answer for a long time before slowly saying, "Tie Niu, I think we should go home, otherwise… one of us… might do something that we'll both regret for the rest of our lives." She

didn't specify which one of us, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I wondered, "Does Mom also find it hard to control her feelings, just like me?"

"Mom, I'm sorry, but you're so beautiful, I really, really love you, I can't control myself! Many times, I feel like an animal, but I still can't help loving you so deeply! I really wish you weren't my mother, then I might be able to… feel more… I might…"

Overwhelmed with emotion, I couldn't fully express the intense feelings surging through my chest at that moment, but my mother didn't seem to dislike this confession; on the contrary… she seemed somewhat pleased. I could definitely feel it in my heart, and I was certain that Dad had never said that to Mom.

Like a dream, a pair of soft, delicate hands gently caressed my cheeks. Mom cupped my face and softly said, "Tie Niu, I'm so glad you're my son. Do you really think Mom is beautiful?"

I smiled and pulled Mom into my arms, saying, "Yes, Mom, you're really beautiful, very sexy." Unable to resist the pull of my emotions, I suddenly lowered my head and kissed Mom's rosy lips recklessly.

Mom didn't move, just passively leaned against my chest, waiting for me to kiss her. Her body stiffened slightly, and she closed her eyes.

I continued kissing her, my joy and anticipation growing stronger.

Looking down from my seat, I could see inside Mom's blouse, where the soft, beautiful upper part of her breasts was. As I wrapped my arms around Mom, I consciously and gently brushed against her breasts.

At that moment, Mom trembled slightly, and suddenly began to respond with the same passion, her delicate lips pressing heavily against mine.

At that moment, I almost burst into tears. I had finally managed to crack open my mother's defenses.

Seizing the opportunity, I passionately kissed the beautiful woman in my arms, exploring her face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, and then her warm, red lips with my tongue. Our necks intertwined, our emotions growing increasingly intense.

I pried open my mother's tightly closed teeth and teased her delicate tongue, letting it swirl freely. Finally, I felt my mother's tongue respond fiercely.

Soon, our tongues were locked together, saliva dripping down our faces. Quickly, our mouths and chins were wet.

We kissed passionately for a while, until we were breathless, before reluctantly separating, gazing at each other pantingly for a moment.

"Ah, Mom, one more time, okay?" I pulled Mom into my arms again. Mom struggled weakly, protesting, turning her head away to prevent me from kissing her.

"You naughty boy, how dare you tease your mother!" she yelled, making a fuss, yet laughing happily. But gradually, Mom calmed down.

"Okay, you little glutton!" Mom flicked my nose, hooked her arm around my neck again, pulled my body against her soft, beautiful body, and gave me another sweet kiss.

I knelt on the edge of the park bench, tentatively leaning forward, and Mom's response was very passionate. With kiss after kiss, I slowly moved closer to Mom until I pressed down on the leg that Mom had placed on my other leg.

When I put my hands around Mom's waist, our movement pushed her skirt up even higher.

And so, Mom's very smooth, very soft, white, and sexy thighs were laid bare before me!

Our kiss quickly intensified, becoming as passionate as before. As Mom gently bit my lips, exchanging sweet saliva with me, her passion was indescribable.

Finally, when we paused to catch our breath, Mom took out a handkerchief to wipe our mouths. Her skirt was now lifted high, almost indecently so. But Mom didn't think to pull it down. I instinctively leaned down to kiss Mom's bare knees.

At that moment, Mom placed one hand on my head, not pushing me away, but rather as if encouraging me.

So, I began kissing Mom's beautiful thighs, moving upwards. My lips sucked on Mom's skin, feeling incredibly smooth, soft, and firm.

After a while, I placed my right hand on Mom's thigh, continuing to kiss her without pause.

Then, my hand slowly moved to the upper part of Mom's thigh, actually caressing her buttocks.

And by then, my kisses had moved to the hem of Mom's high-lifted skirt, pushing it even higher.

I felt like I was in heaven! I was kissing my mother's beautiful thighs, the kind of thighs I'd always dreamed of, the kind I could never have! I loved seeing her thighs exposed, revealed to me. I wanted to look at them forever, to see their radiant beauty. Kissing my mother's thighs felt like a dream, an unbelievable dream…

At that moment, I somehow became bolder than ever before; I guess it was just a man's instinct. I slowly reached out, wanting to caress my mother's breasts. However, I made a mistake; I was too rough, consciously grabbing my mother's soft breasts in one go.

The first time a man other than her husband had touched her chest, my mother trembled violently. She immediately pushed me away and struggled to her feet. My mother turned her head and whispered, "We should go home, Tie Niu…"

We drove home, and my mother still naturally rested her head on my shoulder. Through the rearview mirror, I secretly glimpsed a joyful smile on my mother's lips. So, halfway home, I suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road and braked.

Seeing my mother's stunned and speechless expression, I kissed her again. At the same time, I reached for her chest once more, kneading her full, round breasts through her clothes.

My mother pushed me away forcefully again, panting, "Tie Niu! I...we...can't do this."

She clearly still had reservations about her husband and her own chastity.

However, ignoring her protests, I used the cramped space in the car to force myself on her, kissing her hesitant red lips again, silencing her words. Simultaneously, my right hand climbed onto her chest, kneading her breasts.

Her breasts felt wonderful, two heavy mounds of flesh twisting and turning under my pressure, full of elasticity. My mother's initial struggle gradually turned into sweet moans, and she began to passionately respond to my kisses.

After a while, Mom suddenly broke free from my embrace, lowered her head, and whispered, "Tie Niu, we should go home."

"Okay, Mom," I replied with ulterior motives, noticing her slightly trembling shoulders.

3. When I

got home, the house was already quiet, and Dad was asleep. As usual, Dad was probably drunk again. Before I even went downstairs to the living room, I started hugging and kissing Mom passionately again.

At first, Mom protested, "No...don't do this, you'll wake Dad."

Gently, I replied firmly, "Mom, I love you, more than anyone else in the world. I want to keep kissing you like this. Don't worry, Mom, Dad's already fast asleep."

"Tie Niu, I know, Mom loves you too! But I'm your father's wife, and no matter what his flaws are, I'm still wearing the collar he gave me..."

"But Mom, we're just kissing, I don't think this will hurt anyone."

"Tie Niu, what if someone gets woken up? What if we're discovered?"

In the living room, we were at an impasse. Suddenly, I had an idea and whispered, "Mom, let's go to my room. We can lock the door. Dad's definitely drunk; he won't know where you're." After

a few seconds of silence, I almost thought Mom was going to turn around and leave. However, unexpectedly, she sighed, nodded, and finally gave in to my unreasonable demand.

"Go to the room and wait for me. I'll go check on your father and come right back."

I paced anxiously in the room. Just before my patience gave out, the door was gently pushed open, and my mother came in, closing the door softly behind her. She said, looking down, "Tie Niu, your father's drunk again." I

couldn't be mistaken; I detected a hint of disgust in her tone. This was my perfect opportunity.

"But I don't think we should do this," my mother sighed softly. "I...I don't want to betray your father!"

"I know, Mom. Trust me, your son won't hurt you. No matter what happens, I will always protect you and be filial to you."

I hugged my mother, lay down on the bed, and began to kiss her.

The kisses grew more and more passionate. Through her thin cotton underwear, I could feel my mother's excitement. My hands eagerly explored her entire body, sometimes her full breasts, sometimes caressing her rounded buttocks. My trembling hands reached for her breasts to unbutton her clothes. Instantly, my mother's body stiffened, but then relaxed again.

"Tie Niu, Mom is so scared..."

"Mom, don't be afraid, Tie Niu has grown up, I will protect you."

"Yes, Tie Niu, Mom believes in you." Mom said shyly, then leaned against my strong chest and gently kissed her son's cheek.

"Mom, I love you."

Afraid that Mom might suddenly change her mind, I quickly tore off her top after unbuttoning it. At the same time, I kept hugging and kissing Mom, not giving her a chance to back out. With her top off, Mom's full, snowy breasts were wrapped in a simple white bra, rising and falling with her breath, incredibly alluring.

In the dim light, Mom's naked skin appeared even more fair. I took a deep breath and focused on the bra below, this time, I reached behind Mom.

Mom resisted weakly, whispering, "Tie Niu, think of your father, think of the ancestors in the ancestral hall, this time, we, mother and son, have gone too far!"

"Mom, I won't regret it. Tomorrow, I'll go to the ancestral hall with you to burn incense and pay respects to our ancestors."

I kissed my mother's lips, thus ending her resistance. Suddenly, her high, firm breasts pressed against my chest, a novel and stimulating sensation. I let out a soft moan and instinctively reached out to knead them, eliciting a series of soft moans from my mother beneath me.

My mother's breasts gave me a warm feeling from my childhood, and I couldn't help but lower my head to suckle her pink nipples. In no time, the tender nipples stood erect from the areolas.

"Mom, I love you. I know I can't make love with you... but I don't care. Mom, I want to make love with you! I want to make love with my mother!" I confessed to my mother.

Lowering my head, I kissed my way from my mother's breasts down to her lower abdomen. Licking my mother's small navel, I imagined the wonderful feeling of being conceived there many years ago.

With each intimate touch, my mother seemed to feel pleasure, unconsciously thrusting her snow-white body towards me. I licked away the beads of sweat from my mother's skin, savoring the slightly salty taste, which elicited a soft, almost tearful moan of pleasure from her. Then, I began to caress her long, beautiful legs.

Her thighs were as smooth as silk, incredibly soft and supple to the touch. Following the curves of her legs, I gradually moved upwards to her groin, where I felt her panties, a matching set with her bra, both made of cotton.

I passionately kissed and sucked on her fragrant lips, my tongue prying open her lips, causing her to moan ecstatically in a series of passionate kisses. Her whole body relaxed, and without realizing it, she parted her legs slightly, opening her most intimate parts to me.

It was unbelievable. My mother, the mother who gave me life and raised me, was now like a blooming lily, waiting to be plucked. Through the rough cotton fabric, I found the opening of her vulva, gently rubbing it. Soon, her white panties were soaked with a steady stream of nectar.

I stood up, quickly stripped off my clothes, and slid down my body to my mother's crotch, burying my face inside. Now, the vulva I had longed for exuded an intoxicating, mature fragrance, separated from me only by a thin layer of cotton fabric.

"Mom, let me honor you!" I took a deep breath and began to lick my mother's vulva through the rough cotton fabric, my tongue pushing the fabric of her panties into the crevice of her labia, admiring the beautiful contours of her vulva, and then sucking the honeyed fluid that seeped from her through the fabric.

Under this stimulation, my mother writhed weakly. Then, I hooked the sides of her panties and pulled them down, a movement that truly made her body tremble.

"Tie Niu, turn back! You have a bright future ahead of you, it's not worth... not worth it for a woman like your mother..."

"Mom, I've told you, I love you. I know this world doesn't allow mothers and sons to do this, but if you truly love someone, then this kind of thing is unavoidable."

Mom said, "But what if we get found out..."

"As long as we keep it a secret, no one will know. Mom, we'll be very careful, so no one will know."

I comforted the most important woman in my life, kissing her fragrant black hair and bright eyes, and finally kissing her lips again. This time, Mom softened in my arms and began to kiss me back, our tongues intertwining.

Reaching down, I pulled at Mom's last remaining clothing, and this time, Mom didn't resist. When I threw the pulled-down underwear on the ground, Mom instinctively reached up to cover her thighs, trying to block her son's beast-like burning gaze. I gently but firmly pulled my mother's hand away, gazing at the lush, dark forest of hair, as if in a dream, and whispered in admiration.

My mother straightened up, pressed against my chest, and gently kissed me. I caressed my mother's vulva, while gently biting her full breasts, a finger slipping into her moist opening. Even in my most alluring dreams, I had never been able to pull down my mother's panties and caress her vulva like this.

My mother's vulva was already very wet. I moved my mouth to the base of her thighs, kissing her lips, then moving upwards, teasingly nibbling at her pubic hair. During this process, my mother moaned with pleasure, immersed in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

After kissing for a while, my tongue parted my mother's lips; breathing in the delicate, seductive scent of her body, I raised my head, admiring the alluring scenery of my mother's private parts; I noticed a small pink opening, the place where my mother urinated.

Ignoring the strong smell, I was completely captivated by every part of my mother. I gently licked, first around my mother's vagina, then her red labia; finally, I even stretched out my tongue, carefully licking and kissing the entire inner wall of her vagina.

When my tongue moved to her most sensitive clitoris, my mother couldn't help but cry out. Then, I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust in and out, while still continuously sucking and kissing her genitals. My sexy, mature mother's breathing became increasingly rapid. I kept stimulating her clitoris, and my mother's genitals overflowed with fluid, soaking my finger in the slippery nectar.

Finally, with an uncontrollable, sharp cry, my mother arched her snow-white body, and then her whole body began to spasm. I seemed not to hear it, continuing to stimulate her, knowing with joy that I had brought my mother to orgasm.

After a while, Mom, panting, rubbed her firm breasts against my chest, and whispered shyly, "Tie Niu, I've never been so happy in my life."

"Mom, do you know? You're so beautiful and sexy. If I could truly make love with you again, I'd die happy!"

"Tie Niu, tell me the truth, do you really think Mom is beautiful?"

"Of course, more beautiful than any movie star."

With tears in her eyes, Mom gently embraced my neck, kissed my lips, and shyly reached down to grasp my penis, slowly stroking it, guiding my penis to her inner thighs, rubbing it up and down against her wet vulva.

"Mom!" I whispered, "I love you!"

As if silently expressing her agreement, Mom spread her legs, placing my penis at the entrance of her vagina. At that moment, Mom was like a blooming, beautiful flower, waiting for me to pluck it, for my penetration.

"Come on, come and take Mommy!" Mom gazed into the depths of my eyes, gently encouraging me. Then, she pushed me into her body. My lifelong dream, my lifelong wish, tonight, I finally realized it!

"Mmm! Tie Niu..."

For a boy my age, my penis was very large and thick, and Mom's vagina, under my thrusts, bloomed like flower petals, ready to receive her son's burning hot penis. I slowly thrust my lower body, letting my penis slowly penetrate Mom's wet, hungry, and tender flesh hole inch by inch.

Mom arched her lower body, letting my penis penetrate to the deepest part of her flesh hole, letting my testicles press against Mom's soft buttocks. Despite having given birth to two children, Mom's vagina was still very tight, the inner wall muscles tightly gripping my penis like a pair of clamps.

Mom's flesh hole was so hot, almost burning my deep penis. This feeling was something I had never experienced before, it was so wonderful. I remained motionless for several minutes, savoring the pleasure my mother was giving me, enjoying the real sensation of my penis penetrating her luscious, juicy vagina.

My teenage dream had unbelievably become a reality; I had completed my rite of passage by thrusting my aggressive penis (which my mother always called my penis) into her vagina!

"Ah, Mom, I love you, I really, really love you,"

my mother, my dear woman, gave me her body—the best gift any mother in the world can give her son. At that moment, my heart was filled with gratitude and sincere love for my mother lying beneath me.

"Darling, I love you too, come on, come on… fuck Mom… tell Mom how much you love Mom, fuck Mom!"

At that moment, if I hadn't already dreamt of having sex with my mother so many times, I probably would have already ejaculated inside her.

I began to slowly thrust in and out of my mother's beautiful body. First, I slowly withdrew from her tight, gripping vagina, and then fed it back to her completely. During the thrusting, I could feel every inch of her tight vaginal skin.

At the same time, I brought my mouth to my mother's lips, and the two of us began to kiss, like a loving couple who had been married for many years.

However, at this moment, in this first intimate sexual encounter with my mother that was not accepted by social norms, I felt more strongly than ever before that I was her son.

Yes, the person I was making love with at this moment was my lover, my most intimate treasure, but most importantly—she was my mother!

My mother twisted her body, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, passionately swaying her hips and waist, her vagina moving back and forth like a piston, lifting and lowering her vaginal opening. From my mother's mouth came seductive moans, which bewitched me into making sounds of pleasure as well. My penis was quickly soaked with my mother's love juice.

"Mom, your pussy is so beautiful!"

Gradually, I started thrusting harder and faster, each time penetrating deeper than the last, grinding against her flesh.

We were like machines made for love, perfectly synchronized. Each time I thrust, Mom arched her back to meet me, her full breasts swaying in a sexy arc. Each time, I felt the head of my penis hitting her cervix, and Mom's breathing became increasingly rapid.

I couldn't understand why I had endured so long; my penis felt like it was on fire, a stimulating burning sensation. I gripped Mom's firm buttocks tightly with one hand, while the other caressed her breasts. Mom's hands were on my buttocks, guiding my thrusts.

Finally, we both felt an impending climax. I began my faster, more powerful thrusts, and Mom arched her lower abdomen to receive my penetration.

Suddenly, Mom let out a long cry, "Ah, ah... darling... fuck Mom, fuck Mom hard, ah... ah ah..."

At the same time, I began to violently thrust into Mom's lower body, slamming her perfect, white buttocks hard onto the bed. Each time, she would lift up again, waiting for me to thrust into her again.

I was really fucking Mom hard, and she happily welcomed each of my thrusts, and even asked for more. The wooden bed began to creak in rhythm with my thrusts into Mom. With each thrust, my testicles slapped against Mom's beautiful buttocks. Mom had raised her knees high so that my large penis could penetrate her vagina even deeper.

I felt my testicles tighten, knowing that I was about to reach orgasm. "Mom, I'm going to ejaculate,"

I said breathlessly.

Mom was also breathing heavily. At the same time, Mom's buttocks seemed to be dancing wildly beneath me. I couldn't imagine that I could make my usually sacred and solemn mother so crazy on the bed!

Finally, my cannon fired. My hot liquid shot into my mother's secret cave, scalding the inside of her body.

My mother let out a long sigh from her nose. Then, her body beneath me stiffened abruptly, followed by violent trembling. Her body, like a bow, lifted us both off the bed. For a while, her arched, rainbow-like body trembled.

At the same time, she gripped my buttocks with her hands, her fingers digging in forcefully. I felt a tightness in my lower body; the muscles of her vaginal walls gripped my penis, spasming intensely. And so, my mother and I reached orgasm together.

For the first time in my life, I ejaculated my virgin semen back into my mother's body. One shot after another, a considerable amount, and soon my penis felt the semen begin to flow back.

Then, my mother's body gradually relaxed, and we lay exhausted on the bed together. Her body was still wide open, her thighs spread apart, her beautiful breasts exposed, her lips slightly parted beneath mine.

I remained on top of my mother, completely relaxed, but my penis remained hard, inserted into her overflowing vagina.

A large patch of our love juices soaked her buttocks. Every now and then, I felt ripples spreading through her ripe body—the afterglow of her orgasm. Gradually,

I began to regain my senses, feeling a shock I had never experienced before.

My life with my mother would never be the same again. Our relationship would no longer be the slightly provocative, nostalgic, and strangely intertwined mother-son bond we once shared when we practiced kissing.

It had transformed.

My mother, my own mother, had given her body to me. She had guided her own son's penis into her vagina, and during intercourse with her son, she had let out seductive moans, experiencing the forbidden pleasure of sex with her own son. In my fantasies, my mother and I were already inseparable…

But when this fantasy became reality, oh my god, the joy was indescribable…

At this moment, my mother, still deeply immersed in pleasure, her eyes slightly open and hazy, lay limply on top of me, seemingly exhausted. Her body still felt the lingering heat of her intense orgasm, and her whole body was still trembling slightly.

While stroking my mother's body, still in the afterglow of her orgasm, I began to gently kiss her damp hair, her eyes, and her cherry lips, all reflecting the afterglow of her climax…

I held my mother, gently stroking her smooth back, and pressed my lips to her ear.

“Was it good?” I asked knowingly, with a smug look.

“Mmm!” my mother whispered, “Ah, darling, this is truly the most wonderful orgasm of my life! Ah, I feel like I've never had an orgasm before. Darling, you make me feel so beautiful.”

As my mother spoke, I felt her vagina grip me tightly again, and her body began to tremble with pleasure.

Receiving my mother's affirmation, I felt incredibly proud! I hugged my mother tighter, kissing her lips.

She lay quietly on top of me, her fingers gently tracing my lips. I gently stroked her back, warm from sexual pleasure.

"Mom, thank you, thank you, thank you. This is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me.

Mom, I don't know how to tell you how much I love you!" At that moment, my entire body and soul were immersed in deep affection for my mother.

My mother lay beneath me, smiling happily, her body still trembling. "Look at your bed." I knew my bed was covered in the love fluids left from our lovemaking.

For some reason, we were just together, excitedly saying meaningless things that I couldn't quite understand. I think we were just expressing our happiness. We laughed together, and I lay on my mother's soft, fleshy body. The laughter made my penis gently rub against her vulva, and my penis hardened again.

Before I knew it, we were making love again.

This time, Mom rolled over and straddled me, becoming the top. Watching her move up and down on my penis was so intense it almost made my eyes pop out; it gave me an unforgettable sexual experience.

This time, because it was more gentle, we lasted a long time, finally reaching orgasm together again. The long night felt far too short for us, mother and son.

After our last passionate encounter, Mom whispered shyly in my ear, "Tie Niu, your penis is so big. Your father and I have never experienced anything like this. Over the years, your father has suffered from chronic alcoholism due to his love of drinking, and he's become impotent. Ah! I've almost forgotten when I last felt this happy."

Mom's words filled me with a sense of pride as a man. My first time with Mom was more satisfying for her than all the times she'd had with Dad since their marriage.

"Mom, it's probably because I love you so much!"

"Tie Niu, my dear son, this was the best orgasm Mom has ever had." Mom confessed to me again, kissing me goodbye, "Tie Niu, Mom should go back now. I think we don't want anyone to suspect anything, right?"

We kissed for a while longer, exchanging sweet words. She stood up and wiped herself clean.

"Mom, can you leave these panties with me?" I asked softly.

Mom was silent for a moment, then asked me with a hint of unease, "As a memento of our first time?"

I nodded quickly.

"I promise you, but you have to keep it safe." Mom put on her clothes, left her underwear with me, and quietly left my room.

That night, we made love four times. Finally, I remember pressing Mom's underwear to my face and falling asleep. Even in my dream, all I could hear was Mom's sweet, almost weeping moans.

4. I fucked my mom again

. But when the next morning dawned, everything from the night before seemed to vanish like fog. When the family sat around the table for breakfast, Mom was unusually cold. She not only didn't speak to me, but also avoided eye contact. I

felt like I was in an ice cellar, but I still didn't want to give up. So, after Dad left for work, I pretended to be unwell and stayed in my room, playing with the white underwear stained with Mom's honey, waiting quietly.

Not long after, the door opened, and Mom came in as I wished. Seeing the underwear in my hand, Mom's face immediately flushed red with shame, and she said in a trembling voice, "Tie Niu, we can't repeat last night's mistake."

Before I could defend myself, Mom gestured for me to be quiet. "Last night was indeed very enjoyable, and I will always remember everything we had, but I am, after all, a married woman. Tie Niu, we can't make the same mistake again."

"Mom," I protested loudly, pulling her into my arms, "I love you! You know you love me too, please give your son another chance."

I tried to kiss her, but Mom turned her head, broke free from my embrace, and shook her head. "No, Tie Niu." Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, "Just because you are my son."

"Mom!" I cried out, watching Mom about to leave my room, "I won't stop loving you, I will continue to pursue you."

Tears streamed down Mom's face, but she still left me. It was clear that Mom's decision was painful for her, but her resolve remained unwavering.

From then on, our relationship cooled down.

Time flew by, and months of effort yielded nothing. I almost gave up hope of repairing our relationship.

My mother was busy finding me a partner, contacting everyone she could find, asking if they knew any good girls; she even consulted random books to see if our horoscopes were compatible, and if so, she would arrange for us to meet.

I felt incredibly pained because the only woman I loved, my mother, was cruelly pushing me away from her. In the end, I chose a girl because, in my eyes, she looked somewhat like my mother, and the engagement date was set.

Then, some strange things started happening. My mother's attitude towards me changed; she acted like a jealous woman, scolding me for even the smallest mistakes I made.

I jokingly asked her, "Are you unwilling to give your son away?" My mother wouldn't admit it, but when I pointed out her recent change and said it was just a lover's jealousy, she fell silent, went into her room, and didn't come out all night.

The next day, when it was just the two of us at home, Mom said, "Tie Niu, shall we go see another movie on Sunday?"

It was a little strange, but I was still very happy, thinking Mom was probably just trying to comfort me. I nodded and said, "Mom, that's great!"

I don't know how I spent the next few days, eagerly anticipating Sunday. When

the long-awaited day finally arrived, Mom had dressed up carefully for our outing. I could hardly believe that the beautiful woman sitting next to me was my mother.

After the movie, we went back to our private spot, and I hugged Mom again. She didn't resist, and we began to kiss passionately.

My hands started to roam over her body, and from her tightly clenched legs, I could tell she was excited. We were intimate for about an hour before returning home. Just like last time, Dad and my sister were asleep.

"Wait for me in your room, I'm going to check on your dad," Mom said softly.

When she entered my room, I slammed the door shut, bravely wrapped my arms tightly around my mother's waist, and gently placed her on the bed. Without hesitation, I quickly undressed her, pressed her beneath me, and the two of us began a passionate kiss, a kiss long since separated.

I lifted her chin, lowered my head, and kissed her soft, red lips. My mother was extremely shy, awkwardly responding to me. Wanting to leave her with a beautiful memory, I was very gentle, savoring her kiss.

My arms tightened around her, my erect penis pressed against her soft abdomen, being constantly squeezed and rubbed, arousing the surging desire between us.

My mother's tightly closed teeth were finally gently opened by me. My tongue slipped inside, intertwining with hers, inhaling her sweet fragrance. My hands also quietly touched her breasts, gently playing with her soft nipples, teasing the slightly erect, red tips.

Soon, Mom responded. Her delicate tongue no longer shyly avoided my passion, and her hands actively climbed onto my body, pressing her soft, fragrant body even closer to mine.

My burning hot penis throbbed restlessly. Mom, her face flushed, was too shy to open her eyes, her beautiful eyelashes trembling tenderly.

Mom's embarrassed appearance was incredibly cute. I let my burning gaze roam over Mom's snow-white, graceful body, swallowing hard.

Finally, unable to restrain myself any longer, I lay on top of Mom, passionately kissing her small mouth and kneading her snow-white, soft breasts.

After a while, Mom pushed me away, breathing heavily, giving me a shy and reproachful look, then turning her head away in embarrassment.

"Mom, I really can't wait a moment longer." My large hands continued to caress Mom's body.

Seeing my flushed and impatient face, Mom softened and silently closed her eyes.

Having received permission, I eagerly pounced on her, pressing myself against her soft, pink body, kissing and sucking incessantly on her snow-white neck and soft breasts, even gently kissing her round, smooth arms. Perhaps due to excessive excitement, I became somewhat clumsy.

Mom, however, lay quietly like a docile kitten, too shy to move, allowing me to tease her body wantonly. Mom couldn't withstand such provocation; her body became hot and flushed, her cherry-like nipples hardening and erect under my sucking, wet, red, and tempting. From her small nostrils came soft, alluring moans.

I gently pinched my mother's nipple with my fingertips and asked in her ear, "Mom, does it feel good?" This made her blush and close her eyes even tighter, turning her face away. I loved seeing her shy expression, so I showered her with even hotter kisses.

Although the desire in my chest was almost igniting me, I told myself I mustn't be as rough with her as before. So I was very gentle and careful, wanting her to experience the beauty of sex and dispel the shadows in her heart.

Parting her round, long thighs, my mother's hot, moist vulva was fully revealed before me. This time, I could finally appreciate her paradise in detail. I gently placed my hand on her vulva, feeling her body shudder. I closed my eyes slightly and gently massaged it, feeling the soft, warm moisture from my palm.

To ease her tension, my movements were very gentle, while I kissed her thighs softly and repeatedly. As her body gradually relaxed, my movements became more intense. Gently parting her labia, I revealed the moist, tender, and crimson flesh inside.

The thought that I had been born from this narrow, alluring cave filled me with excitement, causing me to tremble uncontrollably. Gently pinching the hardened clitoris, my mother couldn't help but cry out. That seductive moan made my heart tremble.

I mustered my courage and slowly inserted a finger into my mother's vagina. The tight, virginal confinement enveloped my finger. I merely rotated my finger slightly, and it caused my mother to tremble and moan, warm, thick love juice seeping from between my fingers.

"Stop teasing Mom... hurry... hurry... Tie Niu... Mom wants your penis..."

I couldn't bear to tease her any longer. "Mom, I'm coming in," I whispered in her ear, my hot, hard penis pressing eagerly against the soft, wet entrance. My mother opened her eyes and nervously gripped my arm.

"Tie Niu..." Before Mom could finish speaking, I silenced her with a deep, passionate kiss. I reached down and parted her labia, which were hidden by pubic hair, and grabbed my thick, hard penis, aiming it at her vaginal opening. The large glans probed into her labia, pressing against her clitoris.

Mom felt that I was about to penetrate her. She closed her eyes, suppressing the urge to scream, gripping the edge of the bed tightly with both hands, her buttocks raised upwards...

In an instant, I felt a gush of even hotter, more scalding vaginal fluid gushing out from Mom's vagina, spraying onto my glans.

I forcefully spread Mom's buttocks apart with my hands, and her labia opened. The glans of my penis slid past her clitoris, spreading her labia minora, and squeezed into her vagina.

Although only half of the glans was inside, Mom's body immediately convulsed, and her vaginal opening tightened, with gushes of vaginal fluid "plop..." gushing out again, making my penis even wetter and slippery.

I didn't thrust my penis directly in, but instead withdrew it again, letting the glans slide up and down repeatedly at the entrance of my mother's vagina, making her labia open like a crying infant, eagerly awaiting its arrival.

When I slid the glans of my penis back into my mother's vagina, her vaginal opening contracted impatiently a few times, followed by an even stronger spasm.

In that instant of her vaginal spasm, I couldn't help but arch my back, thrust my hips, and my penis thrust downwards with tremendous force!

With a "whoosh," my hot, huge glans pushed aside my mother's soft labia, slid over her trembling clitoris, and supported her tightly contracting vagina—as I twisted my waist and thrust my hips, in an instant, my hot penis was deeply inserted into my mother's wet vagina!

Finally, I returned to the place where I was born and raised 15 years ago. That was the sacred homeland I had dreamed of!

"Oh!..." The sudden pain made my mother groan softly, and she clenched her teeth.

My penis was inside my mother's vagina, and it felt like a steel chisel digging into a crack in the mud. My mother's vagina was so tight!

After a spasm, my mother's whole body trembled.

Although I had only penetrated halfway, the tearing pain had already made my mother frown, but she kept her lips tightly pressed together and didn't cry out. I gently stroked my mother's breasts, looking at her with immense heartache, and asked, "Mom, does it hurt? I've only gone in halfway..."

My mother, pale-faced, didn't have the courage to meet my eyes and just shook her head. I knew my mother was hiding something; she didn't want to spoil my mood. I stopped, quietly lying on top of my mother, constantly touching her and kissing her.

My mother's vagina was so tight, so hot, so soft. The warm, sticky, and folded layers of moist flesh enveloped my penis perfectly, as if it were being gently sucked by countless tender little mouths at the same time. I felt a burning heat in my lower body, as if all the blood in my body rushed there. It was the most intoxicating yet unbearable sensation in the world.

After a while, feeling that my mother had adjusted, I pushed in again, inserting my entire penis to the hilt.

I began to move slowly. With each deep thrust, I held my breath, careful not to hurt her. Unconsciously, her vagina had become accustomed to my large penis, each thrust a perfect, harmonious fit.

Looking at the woman in my arms, whom I loved and ravaged, my heart was filled with turmoil, for she was my biological mother. I vowed to make my mother a happy and fulfilled woman in my lifetime, to make up for the emptiness and pain caused to her by my father's indifference over the years. I no longer felt the guilt of incest; now I only wanted to deeply experience the excitement and passion unique to incest. In fact, what in this world could be more exciting and wonderful than a mother and son embracing, loving, and committing adultery together?

My penis rubbed and squeezed tightly against my mother's vaginal walls, releasing waves of pleasure. I could no longer control myself; with each heavy breath, my penis thrust harder and harder, meeting the endless flow of her juices, penetrating the layers of soft, tender flesh pressing against me, my massive glans repeatedly striking my mother's tender womb.

The pain had subsided, and my mother's body was changing. Her face flushed, she broke out in a light sweat, her pink tongue slightly protruding, and she moaned softly. Her watery eyes, half-open and half-closed, gradually became hazy, like a vast, misty sea.

Our coordination was improving; each thrust, each response, was perfectly synchronized, indescribably wonderful, like a loving couple who had been together for many years.

My mother's fair thighs instinctively hooked around my waist, pressing tightly against me, welcoming my insatiable desire.

The flames of lust burned ever brighter, the pleasure of mother-son incest driving me almost mad.

My large hands gripped my mother's slender waist tightly, my burning, erect penis thrusting repeatedly into her soft passage. My sweat dripped onto my mother's delicate skin, flowing between her full breasts, mingling with her fragrant perspiration—a scene incredibly stimulating. This intensified the lust in my eyes, and I couldn't help but lower my head, licking my mother's wet, erect nipples. I could clearly feel my mother's sweaty body pressed against my strong frame, trembling and writhing, so fragile and helpless. With

my final, deep thrust, the large head of my penis sank deep into her core. My mother arched her back, unable to bear it any longer, tightly closing her eyes, accepting this baptism of love. Hot fluid gushed forth, overflowing my mother's flower chamber. My mother and I embraced tightly, trembling in each other's arms, sharing the tender afterglow of pleasure.

My mother smiled happily in my arms; I had never seen her smile so content.

"Tie Niu, you're amazing."

"Mom, are you still going to pressure me into marriage?" I asked her, a little uneasy.

"Ah, Tie Niu, Mom loves you. As your wedding day draws closer, Mom is increasingly overwhelmed, almost going crazy. I know I'm just jealous. Mom loves you more than anything in this world."

"Like a lover, right?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes, not just a mother's love for her son, but a love like a lover's. Mom can't let you leave my side again, not even for a second," Mom said softly.

"Do you love me more than you love Dad?" I asked, embracing Mom again, kneading her round breasts, letting her full mounds swell, then kissing her swollen nipples.

In joy, Mom murmured, "Ah, Tie Niu, Mom respects your father, my husband, but Mom doesn't love him. After being with you, I know what love is. My dear son, Mom wants to be your wife. When I'm in your arms, I feel so happy."

Hearing these words from my dear mother's mouth, I was shocked.

"Mom, you made me the happiest man in the world. I don't want to share your love with anyone else, not even Dad. You are mine. I want to possess your body and soul. I want you to always lie in my arms like this. I want to be one with you forever."

Mom hugged my back tightly, rolled over, adjusted her position, and straddled my waist until my penis was fully inside her. Then she kissed me passionately, thrusting her plump white buttocks up and down.

"Tie Niu, this is wonderful, but our union must be a secret between us. No one else can know, otherwise we can't be together."

"Of course, I know."

Holding Mom's mature buttocks, I continued to thrust vigorously, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the speed.

Suddenly, Mom's tongue intertwined with mine like a madwoman. Then, in the throes of orgasm, Mom's body trembled violently, letting out a silent scream.

I knew Mom had reached her climax, so I quickly rolled over and pinned her beneath me, thrusting forcefully. My mother's beautiful, voluptuous body trembled with each thrust, her breasts and buttocks heaving.

My powerful, primal lust drove her to the brink of madness. She was drenched in sweat, her body quivering violently, the intense climax driving her to the brink of ecstasy. She nervously anticipated my orgasm, uncontrollably welcoming my increasingly ferocious thrusts.

With each heavy breath, my penis pounded harder than ever, penetrating the endless flow of her juices, pressing against the layers of soft, tender flesh, the massive glans relentlessly striking her delicate cervix.

Gradually, I lost control!

My penis grew harder and thicker, the speed and force of my thrusts increasing. As the climax loomed, I could no longer contain my wild, untamed lust.

I frantically increased the speed and force of my thrusts.

I began recklessly pounding my glans against her cervix. That was the place where my mother had once conceived me; inserting it felt incredibly tingling and warm!

My penis, like a black-tasseled spear trembling wildly, thrust back and forth in my mother's vagina and cervix with a "thump, thump, thump, thump."

I don't know how much time passed, but as my penis was thrusting forcefully, suddenly, the cervix inside my mother's body gripped the head of my penis like a straw.

Like an electric shock, I felt intense spasms coursing through my limbs, my whole body melting into an indescribable, supreme orgasm. I couldn't help but cry out, "Mom... my mother..."

The uncontrollable pleasure was like a surging sea, roaring and churning, sometimes tossing my mother and me to the crest of the wave, sometimes burying us both underwater. Layer upon layer, wave upon wave, gust upon gust, the uncontrollable orgasm finally reached an unstoppable peak...

My intercourse with my mother had finally reached its ultimate climax!

"Mom...I'm going to cum...thrust! thrust...oh...push your hips...oh..." My urgent cries called out to my mother's desire, and my trembling penis further stimulated her body and mind.

Suddenly, my mother raised her hips, and her vagina spasmed violently with the trembling of my penis. The powerful suction inside her vagina gripped my swollen glans tightly, and a gush of even hotter vaginal fluid gushed out, pouring over my glans. A scalding pleasure spread through my body like an electric current.

I couldn't help but gasp, my thighs twitched, and my penis trembled continuously, suddenly swelling—I began my final sprint.

Each time I withdrew, I arched my back and raised my buttocks, forcefully pushing my mother away to maximize the depth of my penis at the vaginal opening, allowing for deeper penetration next time. Each time I thrust in, I arched my back again, thrusting my lower abdomen forward, pulling my mother forcefully, and pushing forward with all my might, aiming for my glans to penetrate her cervix and reach as deep as possible into her uterus, causing her vagina to contract sharply.

Even more stimulating was that with each thrust, I would press my glans firmly against her cervix, grinding it relentlessly!

At this moment, not only were Mom's labia trembling, but her thighs, which parted from her waist down, were also shaking, and her whole body was shivering. Moreover, her hair was disheveled, her face flushed, her eyes were languid, her brows were furrowed, her teeth were clenched, her nostrils flared, her neck was arched back, and her lower body was thrust upwards… She was tightly embracing my arched waist with both arms, involuntarily and eagerly anticipating, waiting for, and welcoming my ejaculation!

With all my might, I delivered my final thrust! Finally, my large glans plunged deep into Mom's uterus!

Suddenly, Mom felt an uncontrollable, ecstatic pleasure coursing through her body like an electric shock. Her body involuntarily stiffened, and she trembled as if she had a chill: "Oh…oh…no…I can't take it…Mom is going to die…" Immediately afterward, thick streams of vaginal fluid gushed even more violently from the depths of Mom's vagina.

My mother and I had reached the peak of our incestuous sexual desire!

Suddenly, a tingling sensation ran down my spine, and my vision blurred with flashes of light. Immediately afterward, the blood in my body rushed to my scrotum like millions of tiny snakes.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer; I was about to ejaculate!!!

With a sudden impulse, my ejaculation gate opened, and like a flood bursting its banks, a stream of hot, sticky semen shot out from my swollen penis like a jet of water from a high-pressure water gun…

With a "hiss…", my semen once again sprayed into my mother's uterus…

In an instant, my mother's body convulsed as if electrocuted, arching her back, closing her eyes, and biting her lip, seemingly unable to bear the baptism of her son's love.

At this moment, I was completely lost in a state of ecstasy, transcendent.

I could only hold my breath, straighten my back, and concentrate all my energy on my penis, which had swelled to its limit. I pressed myself tightly against my mother's uterine wall, breathing heavily.

My ejaculatory ducts dilated further, burning hotter...

With the contraction of my scrotum and the pulsation of my vas deferens, gushes of my abundant semen gushed out continuously, like arrows shooting straight into my mother's cervix. This semen, carrying my fiery body temperature and my frenzied, childlike passion, poured down on my mother's empty womb like a torrential downpour.

My semen and my mother's vaginal fluids met, surged, and mingled in her cervix, then slowly flowed into the depths of her uterus.

At that moment, my mother's labia were tightly gripping my penis, her cervix was sucking on my glans, and her uterus was swallowing, absorbing, and digesting my semen…

Ah, it felt so good!

After absorbing so much of my semen, my mother's uterus seemed to gain even greater pleasure. I could clearly feel: my mother's vagina was spasming, her buttocks were thrusting back, her waist was twisting, her shoulders were twitching, her hands were trembling, her gums were chattering… My mother's entire body was engulfed in a trembling of extreme pleasure.

The sky was spinning, the earth was spinning, the tent ceiling was spinning, everything ceased to exist, my mind went blank. I was completely immersed in extreme pleasure, forgetting time, forgetting place, forgetting that the person beneath me was my mother who gave me life and raised me, forgetting everything in the world. Let the savage, beast-like lust within me rage and rage within my mother's body...

until I tremble and ejaculate my last drop, letting the hot, steaming semen of my son once again overflow the womb that nurtured our offspring...

A battle of spirit and flesh, humanity's most primal and taboo war, finally slowly came to a halt.

After the frenzy, we embraced each other, my mother's genitals still connected to mine.

My mother pushed me down onto the bed and began kissing my entire body. When she kissed between my legs, she took my penis into her mouth and began oral sex, and I finally couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated again. My mother didn't find it disgusting; instead, with a charming smile, she swallowed all of her son's semen, mouthful by mouthful.

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