Beautiful mother, disabled child

Beautiful Mother, Disabled Son
(Son's Perspective)

I sat in front of the computer, my heart pounding, pointing to the string of numbers that filled me with unease.

"In-home escort service?" My mother leaned closer, saw the title, and turned back
to look at her usually well-behaved son in shock. "You want me to call this number to find you an escort? Have you
no shame ?"

As I expected, my hot-tempered mother immediately flew into a rage.

"What can I do? I'm twenty-seven. Other people at seventeen might have had several abortions done by several women.
And me? I can only masturbate in bed. You and Dad know I masturbate every day,
and that's how my life is going to be. What woman would want me to touch? Do I have to find a way myself?"

I lowered my head, explaining my point of view logically and persuasively.

I have a leg disability, a condition I've had since birth. I also have a speech impediment; people
can't understand me . Unfortunately, my sexual needs are extremely strong; I'm constantly erect, so I resort to masturbation
to relieve my emptiness temporarily. But it doesn't solve the problem afterward, which is why I came up with this desperate measure
, hoping my mother could understand and sympathize with me.

Clearly, my pitiful state eased the anger on my mother's face. Her dignified expression gradually calmed, replaced by
heartache. It was obvious that my lifelong unrequited love had deeply hurt this woman who loved me most. In a parent's eyes
, anything they fail to do to satisfy their child, anything that makes them uncomfortable, becomes a
lingering worry, a burden they can't shake off. There is no greater pity in the hearts of parents than this!

My mother pulled me into her arms, letting my head rest against her high, firm breasts. Even through the thin
summer clothes , I could feel that she wasn't wearing a bra, and the soft, large breasts gave me an unparalleled feeling of comfort.

"Just bear with it. This is your fate. If you have it, it's a blessing from heaven.
If not, try not to think about it. You're just making yourself anxious, aren't you? Don't even think about going to prostitutes. We're a
respectable family; we can't afford to lose face like that."

She was using her usual tactic to comfort me.

However, this time her tone wasn't calm; it was choked with sobs. She was truly heartbroken.

"Yes, Mom, I know! You don't need to worry too much. After all, I've made it through all these years, haven't I
?" I comforted my mother instead. We're family, connected by blood and heart. Making her sad is my
fault as her son. I feel even worse. Although I'm uncomfortable, I still nestled my head into her arms, feeling
that soft and comfortable embrace.

I'm obsessed with women's breasts, especially big ones!

Plump and soft, just like my mother's big breasts!

"Son, is it...is it that you want to touch Mom's breasts?"

Perhaps my understanding and forbearance made her truly pity me, or perhaps she felt sorry for me. In a moment of impulse,
she said something she would never have said before: letting her twenty-seven-year-old son, a man already, touch her
breasts.

I looked up, nodded excitedly, my eyes filled with gratitude.

Seeing my overjoyed expression, my mother's eyes instantly welled up with tears. Twenty-seven years old! This
is precisely the best time for a man, the prime of his life, when he can bring a woman the greatest satisfaction. Take my father, for example. Back then
, he was practically glued to me every day. Whenever we were in bed, he would quickly straddle me, strip me
naked , and let my two full, swollen breasts face him. He would play with them for half an hour without ejaculating.
Every time we made love, it would last for more than an hour before my man would finally get off, and we would do it several times a night.

In the summer, we would often make love until dawn, with my breasts jiggling incessantly! Afterwards, her
father would ejaculate thick streams of semen into her uterus. Luckily, they had taken proper precautions, otherwise,
how many children would she have borne for her husband? Back then, she was truly a happy woman.

But looking at the man before her, her eldest son, he could only think about sex in bed, his
hard penis between his legs, offering his abundant semen to the sheets beneath him, never even
touching ! To put it bluntly, he was born into the wrong family, wasting his life having such a hard penis.

Thinking this, the mother lifted her tight-fitting tank top, and instantly, two large, almost
dazzlingly white breasts sprang out, directly facing me. Before the owner of those breasts could even offer a proper invitation, I
immediately grabbed her hand, letting her soft, white flesh instantly fill my palm, filling the
pent-up desire I'd never released with a woman before.

In an instant, I ejaculated—

the first time I'd ejaculated into my pants without pulling my penis out.

The post-ejaculation weakness left me exhausted. I buried my head in my mother's cleavage, my hands
slowly kneading her white breasts, my eyes closed.

"Mom, this is the most pleasurable time I've ever had. It's so good to have a woman~" I pouted and gently
kissed her breast, telling the truth. Then, suddenly remembering something, I mustered up the courage to ask her, "Yesterday
...last night, were you satisfied? After all, you and Dad were done in just fifteen minutes!"

Actually, I respect my mother the most. If it weren't for her current indulgence towards me, I would never... I dared not
speak to her like this, nor ask such private questions, nor could I bring myself to say them. Normally, she was absolutely stern and
rarely smiled. My family was a strict mother and a loving father. My father and I were friends, and my mother and I were like a mouse
and a cat. From childhood to adulthood, I was that sickly little mouse. Although I was sick and not as good as others, my mother
never unconditionally spoiled me or indulged me without limits.

My mother didn't speak. I looked up at her and found that her face had darkened, completely lacking
the gentleness and affection from before, just like usual. I knew that I had really asked for trouble. Instead of enjoying the warmth and tenderness
, I had to run into a tough nut.

I quickly explained, "It's not that I wanted to spy on you, it's just that every time you finish doing 'that,' you either
boil water or go to the bathroom. I've known the routine for years! To be honest, every time I know you've finished
, I get itchy for days, imagining you naked on the bed, my dad on top of you, touching
your breasts, and then going in..." The more I explained, the more incoherent I became. I don't know why I brought up the details
, as if I really saw it all. I just wanted to say it.

"Get lost! You're really asking for it! Can't we be nice to you? We're your parents!"
"Ah! You actually...you actually thought about us having sex! Don't feed me for three days, you son of a bitch! They say when people are well-fed and clothed, they think of lust
, and it seems that's true!" My mother roared, then shoved me hard, and I tumbled
off , my thigh, clad only in shorts, hitting the floor with a sharp pain.

Seeing that my usually upright mother was truly enraged by her son, speaking without thinking, actually
uttering , I endured the pain, frowning inwardly.

Then, I saw my mother, her eyes red, put down her clothes and slam the
door with a loud bang, almost shattering the glass in the door.

Mom, I'm sorry! I felt a sticky feeling in my crotch.

The first time was when a woman made me ejaculate.

I felt incredibly guilty and apologized to my mother.
(Mother's Chapter)

It was night, a very peaceful night.

But lying on my side in bed, wearing only underwear, my mind was in turmoil. I couldn't sleep at all;
my mind was filled with what my son had said that afternoon, and the actions he had taken on me—the feeling of his hand gently
covering my breast. It was the first time, besides my husband, that another man had touched my breasts. Even though it was
my own son, even though he used to put his hand inside my bra whenever he lay next to me as a child,
that feeling was nothing compared to that fleeting moment that afternoon. So, letting another man touch my breasts felt so good
. It was a completely different feeling from when my husband touched me during sex. Why did I take my anger out on my son
? "Then, wouldn't that mean I could enjoy myself a little longer?" I regretted it.

Just then, I felt my panties become sticky. I... I was aroused!

I was actually aroused by my son?

I quickly suppressed my regret, replaced by unprecedented shame.

It was so uncomfortable, so I simply lifted my bottom and pulled my panties off under the covers.

Now, my alluring naked body was completely enveloped in the warm blankets.

At that moment, I was pulled into a strong embrace. I knew my husband had gone to bed. Every night before sleep
, my husband would hold me for a while; it was the secret to their loving marriage of thirty years.

In the past, I would obediently enjoy his embrace, whispering sweet nothings in bed. If
my husband wanted to make love, he would roll over, press my full body against the bed, and gently remove my
underwear , leaving me completely naked.

But now, my hand had unexpectedly slipped inside his pants, reaching for his limp penis.

"We...we just did it yesterday, didn't we?" My initiative clearly surprised him.
In middle age, the frequency of sex had noticeably decreased; two or three times a month was enough.

But for some reason, today I just wanted it.

Without a word, I pulled down my husband's underwear, leaving him completely naked. I like him
being naked , his penis exposed; I find it incredibly sexy.

Now that he was naked, I grasped his penis again and began to stroke it gently and skillfully.

He got hard! Perhaps my unusual passion and initiative greatly aroused him.

Soon, he responded; his penis became hot and large, almost burning to the touch.

"Come on, fuck me! Let your cock go inside my cunt!" I kissed my husband, uttering vulgar
words. Besides enjoying being facing his naked body, I also like saying things during sex that I
would never normally say given my personality and appearance, because it greatly enhances the pleasure.

"You little slut! You call yourself a teacher? What would your students think if they heard their beloved teacher
say such things? You're a shameless whore in front of a teacher!" My husband
flirted with me, not to be outdone, and then he lightly patted my soft, white buttocks.

"Want some special services?" I said in a deliberately seductive voice.

After saying that, I knelt down and came between my husband's legs, lifting his thighs so that
his hard penis was right against my chest. I pressed it with my hands, and his penis immediately
sank into my deep cleavage. I placed my hands on the outside of my breasts, letting my soft breasts completely cover his large
glans, rubbing back and forth.

"Ah! So good!" he groaned in satisfaction.

Before long, I saw my husband's face contort.

Just then, he suddenly rolled over, pinning me beneath him, his lips kissing my face haphazardly.

Then, I felt a burning, full sensation below—he was inside me!

This time, entering my warm vagina was effortless, because it was already very wet and slippery
; he could easily thrust all the way in, straight to my uterus.

"Mmm…" I groaned in satisfaction as well.

Then I began to thrust my hips upwards, responding to my beloved husband.

"Your cock is so hard! Yes, fuck me like that, deeper! I love it when you fuck me like this! Why
don't you touch other people's tits? I like other people touching them! You know what? This afternoon your son touched my
tits , and he felt so good! I want him to touch them again! I want to sleep with my eldest son in my arms, just like when he was little
!"

My husband leaned down and hugged me.

His testicles slammed powerfully against my buttocks, listening to my incoherent ramblings in the heat of passion.

For the first time, while making love with my husband, I thought about another man, talked about another man, and that
man was actually my son! I thought about the warmth of his hands, his warm face pressed against my breasts, his
ecstatic expression after ejaculation… I thought, I am a pitiful son, a pitiful son who cannot experience the beauty of sex. I
can only enjoy it for my son while making love with his father, expressing my feelings and longing for him.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a warm liquid pouring onto my uterus.

I knew my husband had ejaculated…

but my vagina was still itchy, and I didn’t feel any pleasure from sex.

“Why so fast today? Only a few strokes?”

Lying in bed, I frowned and complained, while the blush on my face had not yet faded.

"That's all because of you, suddenly using your breasts to do weird things. If it weren't for you, I would have ejaculated just now!"
My husband lay on top of me, panting, one hand playing with my breast, while his penis slid limply
out.

I knew that today's passion had come to an end; he couldn't get hard anymore.

But I wasn't satisfied yet; it was agonizing to have sex end halfway through.

Helpless, I could only let out a sigh to vent my emptiness.

My husband lay on me for a while, then got off me with his limp penis hanging down. Just as he was about to
get out of bed to wash himself, I suddenly remembered my conversation with my son that afternoon, and my face flushed. I quickly
stopped him, "Don't go, just wipe your thing with your underwear!"

He was a little confused, because I am a very clean person and I require him to clean himself up
before going to bed. But it was still embarrassing that someone had noticed such a private matter. My husband looked
at me, quickly wiped himself a few times, and then turned to hug me. I know that after doing that
, men like to hold their women immediately, feeling the beauty of a woman's warm body in their exhaustion.

"Um... Dad, I want to talk to you about something."

I reached down again, playing with his penis, which was noticeably smaller than before.

"Go ahead!"

He lowered his head and kissed my hair, sounding quite energetic.

Unlike usual, he didn't fall asleep immediately afterward.

"This afternoon... this afternoon I really let our son touch my breasts! He's an adult now, starting to think about women!"
I felt I should let my husband know, because his love and affection for our son far surpassed that for me, his mother
.

"Sigh! Let him touch it once, let him experience a woman's body."

Sure enough, as I expected, he didn't react much, just sighed softly. His sigh

contained the same heartache as mine.

Then came a long silence; neither of us spoke, each lost in our own thoughts.

Meanwhile, his penis remained limp and lifeless, hanging down like a worm.

"Is there anything else you want to say to me?"

Just when I thought my husband had fallen asleep, he suddenly asked.

Thirty years of love had taught him everything; even without seeing my face, he knew what I was thinking.

I snuggled closer to him, my large breasts pressed tightly against his chest.

"I feel so sorry for our son, having to endure this his whole life. We've both been young, we know what it
feels like. Just thinking about it makes my heart ache. So…so…so I want him to
experience it , I want…I want to give myself to him…is that okay?"

I finally blurted it out!

Yes, I wanted to have sex with my son! Although I'm strict with my son and never spoil him,
I have a soft heart beneath my tough exterior. I love him dearly and can't bear to see him suffer.
Even though I know it's incestuous and punishable by heaven, I don't care. That's what a mother is—
she'll do anything for her children, as long as my son is happy. His

happiness is our greatest joy.

Also, I must admit I'm currently very attracted to young men's bodies and want to recapture the pleasure I had
in bed. But I can't, and can't bear to, betray my loving husband and bring
shame upon him. So, I've chosen my poor son to satisfy me, to make love with him—keeping the pleasure
within the family.

The reason I was so open and honest with my husband was because I didn't believe it was adultery
. I didn't want to have to sneak around when I was intimate with my son; that would put pressure on the three of us,
and that wasn't good. I felt I hadn't cheated on him. I love my husband, and I love our son even more.
Both men are men for whom I, an ordinary woman, would give everything. I love them.

After hearing this, my husband visibly trembled as he hugged me. I knew he was caught off guard and finding it hard to accept.
After all, it was about betraying himself, even if it was his beloved son. If he were to give
me a good scolding, I would accept it, but in a little while, I would still crawl into my son's bed.

I was determined to have sex with my son!

But my husband didn't say anything, and continued to hold me, his large hand gently stroking my smooth, soft back
. This gave me a sense of peace; I knew he wasn't emotionally agitated.

"Go ahead! He came from your belly anyway, so it's fine to let him go back in now!"
After a while, he said calmly.

"Won't you feel uncomfortable?" I tilted my head back and kissed him.

I knew I had succeeded! But to be absolutely certain, I needed to know his true thoughts.

"Silly girl!" My husband called out, still the nickname he used when we were dating. For thirty years, I've loved it when
he called me that. He truly treats me like his silly girl, showering me with love and care. So,
although our life has been ordinary and uneventful, without great wealth or status,
I feel incredibly happy to have married him, the man I've loved since my first love.

"If it weren't for some emotion, would you believe me? I wouldn't be a man. But since you've already considered
this , and our son is in his prime, it's only a matter of time before you two do it
. So, as your husband and father, I'll be a good person and grant your wish! Besides, I'm really not up to the task anymore
. To be honest, sometimes I'm afraid I can't satisfy you, and you'll go out and find someone else. Then..." "Maybe you
won't love me anymore, maybe you won't want us, father and son. After all, this is the most critical time for our marriage. Rather than letting someone else
benefit , it's better for my son to love you properly, to enjoy his mother, and to inherit my
responsibility and love for you in bed. That way, our family will be happy, right? And wife, I'm really grateful for your honesty,
I love you!" He kissed my soft lips deeply and said tenderly.

Two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from my eyes. I was so moved.

Moved by my husband's greatness, moved by his selfless love for our family!

"You're almost fifty, and you're still crying! Go on, let that kid see the most beautiful side of my wife!"

After kissing for a while, my husband released me and gave me an encouraging smile.

"Dad, don't worry, even though I gave my body to our son, I'll always be your woman! Our
love is true love! My sex with our son is only out of maternal love; I'll always be his mother!" I
climbed naked out of bed, kissed my husband deeply again, and said this as if making a vow.

Then, I wiped away my tears, put on a nightgown, and left our bedroom.

They went to a place that was either a blissful paradise or a sinful hell—

that was, the son's room…
"Mother and Son's Joy"

Early morning, a ray of bright sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the peaceful sleeping faces of the family of three.

Perhaps the strong sunlight was a little dazzling, for I, sleeping in the middle of the large bed, slowly woke up. Opening my sleepy
eyes, my first action was to turn my head to check if the naked bodies sleeping on either side were still there. Although I had been having sex with
my mother for two months, I was afraid every time I woke up, afraid that this was all a dream I couldn't wake up from,
and that one day when I truly woke up, all the beautiful experiences I had had would vanish.

However, to my delight, it was all real!

I saw the beautiful woman sleeping beside me, her eyes closed, her head nestled against my chest, fast
asleep. Perhaps because the bed was a little warm, a blush spread across her pretty face, making her
look mature and alluring. At these moments, I not only openly admired my mother's exquisite sleeping face, but also
found myself instantly aroused upon waking in the morning, my morning erection enjoying the warmth of my mother's small hands
. She loved sleeping with my penis in her hand, whether it was my father's or mine. And in the warm
bed , an arm draped over my chest, reaching up to my mother's high, firm breasts, the hand gently grasping her
bare, soft breasts.

That hand... it belonged to my father!

Even now, I still can't believe that such a wonderful thing could happen to me. I actually slept with the woman I
love , respect, and cherish most! I actually made love with my mother! What makes me even happier is
that we weren't having an affair. I was openly enjoying my mother's body,
having sex . I loved being on top of my mother's full body, playing with her soft, white breasts.

Watching my father lying on the bed, his large penis gradually hardening, his smiling expression as he watched my penis thrusting violently inside
his lover—that was the happiness and joy that belonged to our family,
the happiness and joy I brought to the two people I love most.

Whenever my penis gets hard and my parents are still asleep, my thoughts drift back to my first time with
my mother . Although I've replayed it in my mind countless times, just thinking about it still gets
incredibly arousing. Several times, I've even ejaculated right there in bed, resulting in
a who called me shameless.

That night, I sat in front of the computer, completely lost in thought.

My conversation with my mother that afternoon had made her very angry.

After that, I was filled with anxiety and unease. Even though I knew my mother wouldn't really be angry with me or
ignore me, I was afraid that she would never let me touch her again.
That soft, beautiful feeling was truly unforgettable and impossible to let go of.

"It's so late, son, are you hungry?"

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open.

I was completely unprepared and startled by my mother's arrival.

"Look at you, were you secretly browsing inappropriate websites behind my back?" She looked at my terrified face as I turned around,
deliberately smiling as she said this, then sat down on my bed, her two snow-white legs swinging casually
back and forth.

Thankfully, it seems the storm came and went quickly; my mother had clearly calmed down.

My initial shock had subsided, and I turned to look at my mother—she was so beautiful! That was my
first . At that time, she was only wearing a pale yellow slip dress over her full body, her fair and
tender shoulders and arms were completely exposed, and my mother wasn't wearing a bra! Because the fabric of the nightgown was very thin, her
large nipples were very prominent, half-hidden, and although I knew that it was a great disrespect to the person who gave me life and raised me
, I just couldn't control myself, and my penis was still hard!

Because of the lesson I learned that afternoon, I quickly looked away to avoid her seeing my greed. I had said that
I was very afraid of my mother, and I didn't want to make her unhappy.

"Does it still hurt?" At that moment, my mother wasn't paying attention to me, but rather to my knee
, where a conspicuous bruise had appeared—her handiwork from her anger that afternoon.

Before I could answer, she had already gotten off the bed, knelt down, and tenderly rubbed it.

"This afternoon… Mom really didn't mean to, I didn't expect to get so many bruises!" She lowered her head and began
gently blowing on the wound, the cool sensation making me feel very comfortable.

Suddenly, my gaze was drawn to a patch of rosy light, and I couldn't look away! Because my mother
was bent over with her head down, and the neckline of her nightgown was loose, the light from the computer allowed my gaze
to completely penetrate her body hidden beneath it
. The body of this 48-year-old middle-aged beauty

was suddenly laid bare before her son. Her two large, white, slightly sagging breasts swayed gently in front of her chest. Since I
had never nursed her, her nipples were still a pale pink, proudly erect on her breasts.
Her areolas were also beautiful, large, adorning her snow-white nipples. Looking further down, past her large, plump
belly, I actually… actually saw a thick patch of jet-black hair! Obediently covering between my mother's
legs.

That was… my mother's pubic hair! I saw my mother's pubic hair!

A wave of intense dizziness rushed to my head. I didn't know if it was excitement, thrill, or stimulation!

I felt my body begin to tremble involuntarily. It was the first time I, a virgin,
had seen a woman's pubic hair so directly, and the owner of that pubic hair was my beloved biological mother!

In that instant, a new question popped into my mind. I wondered, had my mother just
had sex with my father again? Because I had read in a book that after passion, men and women don't like to wear close-fitting
clothes because it hinders the dissipation of their body heat, making them feel incredibly hot and uncomfortable. Yes
, that must be it! Right now, there must still be traces of my father's semen in my mother's vagina (if he hadn't used a condom
).

I know that constantly reminding my parents about having sex is extremely unfilial and filthy. It's
their normal married life; otherwise, where would I come from? But I just can't control myself. Just
looking at my mother's naked body wrapped in her nightgown so closely, I simply can't control my erection!

After massaging for a while, my mother suddenly turned around, catching me staring at her body and at my
crotch, which was bulging with my genitals. I panicked, terrified! I
was looking at the beautiful woman before me, my dignified mother, with lustful eyes!

Knowing her fiery temper, I imagined she would stand up, slap me
twice across the face, and give me a good scolding.

My mother did stand up, and she did make a move, but instead of a burning pain, it was a soft
touch. My beautiful mother leaned over and placed her soft, warm lips on her son's.
She kissed me.

This was the first time in my twenty-seven years that I had kissed a woman with genuine emotion and desire. Even when I was little
, my mother would often hold me and kiss me on the lips, but back then it was all just for fun, devoid of any real feeling
, like me eating pig's head. But now, as this woman's thin lips sealed mine
, I felt an electric shock, my whole body went numb, and my mind went completely blank.

For a moment, all I could see was my mother's beautiful, pink face.

At first, my mother only lightly touched my lips with hers, her mouth almost touching mine, but after a few
touches, she simply took my lips into hers, and our four hot lips finally
met , twisting and colliding rapidly.

In that instant, she was both my beloved and respected mother, and the woman I desperately wanted!

I wanted her! I wanted to sleep with my mother!

To take off her only garment, a thin nightgown, and lay her flat on my single bed. I would gently caress her alluring breasts against her full,
seductive body, stroking her
mysterious, thick, moist pubic hair and pink labia—a secret she had never shown to any other man besides my father. Then, I would
thrust my hard penis into her vagina until I ejaculated, shooting it into her uterus, still stained with my father's semen! To open
the door to that sacred place where I would make my dazzling debut in this world!

As these unimaginable scenes flashed through my mind, I boldly reached
out and completely embraced my mother's fair shoulders, encircling her in my arms. I was afraid she would leave, I didn't want her
to leave!

Perhaps it was true that a mother's heart is connected to her son's; she probably heard my inner cries and desires. One of her hands
embraced me, while her other hand slowly slipped inside my baggy pants, gently rubbing my
already burning penis.

In just a few moments, she pulled down the only thing her son was wearing—his underwear—leaving my erect penis
completely exposed.

I later learned that she also enjoyed facing a man's naked body.

"My son has really grown up. That thing is so big when it gets hard!" My mother
said with a smile, reluctantly pulling away from my lips. Her loving face was filled with pride, a pride that came from her own heart. She had given me
everything, including that hard cock that would soon satisfy her desires.

"Come on, let's go to bed!" My mother took my hand and pulled me up from the computer chair. Her words were
as concise as ever. At that moment, although I didn't understand
why would do this, why she would actually want to have a relationship with her own son, I couldn't care less. I
needed a woman, I needed sex, I needed a woman to end my twenty-seven years of virginity, to truly
transform me into a man, and to fully experience that heavenly bliss of a one-time encounter.

To hell with disgusting incest!

Perhaps I was too excited. I, who was already unsteady on my feet, had just stood
up . It wasn't serious, though. As I lay prone on the ground, the hem of my mother's nightgown was right in front of me. My mother was about to help me
up, but I beat her to it. I reached out, grabbed the thin fabric, and lifted it up. I couldn't
wait any longer. I wanted to see a woman truly naked before me, regardless of whether she was my
mother or not.

As my legs straightened, my mother's voluptuous body, which at that moment belonged only to her son and could make me dizzy
, was gradually revealed to a twenty-seven-year-old virgin, until finally, she was completely naked.
My mother offered no resistance, obediently allowing me to remove her nightgown, so I could admire her naked body without any covering.

So white! My mother's skin was as white as snow, as tender as water, radiating a beautiful glow.
Between her legs was such a lush expanse of pubic hair, thick and abundant, completely covering her most sacred and mysterious place
, yet it seemed to both resist and welcome, as if inviting a man's precious treasure to explore within. I embraced her
and thrust in hard!

"Mom, you're so beautiful!" I stepped forward and embraced the naked woman before me tightly. Instantly, the two plump breasts on
my mother's chest gave me a strong, wonderful tactile sensation—soft and smooth,
so good! Pressed tightly against my chest, I said, "Mom, your big breasts feel so good! Can I touch them every day
? I love your big breasts!" I rested my chin on her warm neck, seizing the opportunity to express
my desire to my mother.

"Silly son! In a little while... in a little while, Mom will be all yours, and you can touch my breasts as much as you want
! Mom knows you're going crazy wanting women's breasts, aren't you?" My mother hugged me back, placed her hands
on my buttocks, patted them gently, and then pushed me away, looking lovingly at her eldest son's face.
"Come on, get in bed, eat as much as you want, they're all my eldest son's!"

Soon, two naked bodies appeared on the quiet single bed. One was on top of the other,
one lying on their back and the other on their stomach. The young man buried his head
between two large, white mounds of flesh, his mouth open, biting the tender skin and soft breasts with abandon, sucking on the pink nipples, licking
the pink areolas, savoring the feast of beautiful breasts that belonged to that man. These actions caused the full
body beneath him to begin to writhe, and soft moans began to escape from his mouth, which were very alluring.

"Mom, I want to see... see my original hometown, is that okay?" Just as my mother's breasts
were covered in my saliva, I raised my head, seeking permission to see my mother's vagina.

She didn't say anything, just smiled and stroked her son's head, then spread her legs, revealing that hairy,
sacred area to a mature man of the opposite sex.

I discovered that my mother was incredibly gentle that night, almost to the point of being completely submissive to me. She was a completely different type of woman from the stern and taciturn woman she
usually was They say women are most beautiful and
captivating during sex, making men want to cherish them from the bottom of their hearts. It seems that's absolutely true.

How many sons have seen their mother's vagina? I think I'm the luckiest one. I quickly moved my head
between my mother's legs, my face almost pressed against her pubic hair, widening my eyes and observing intently
, like an antique expert examining a rare and valuable artifact.

This is where I was born, the very part of the woman lying in bed that day used to
have sex —my mother's vagina! I saw a plump, fleshy slit covered in dark
hair. At the tips of that hair were two still pink and tender labia, soft and with many
lines , slightly parted. I knew those were called labia. I couldn't believe that my mother had been married for thirty years, yet her
labia were still so tender. It was clear that my father didn't have sex with my mother often, and their sex life wasn't frequent.
In this respect, I felt that my father was far inferior to me, because his libido wasn't strong. In other words, his
penis was really useless.

I can't even imagine how this tiny opening could squeeze out a
baby . His head alone was several times the diameter of the opening, and he had to come out slowly, afraid of
hurting this newborn life. She had to endure it, uttering incredibly pitiful cries. It must
have been excruciating pain! Women are truly the greatest group in the world, deserving the utmost reverence
! Those heartless bastards who forget their mothers after marrying should be despised and don't
deserve to live in this world! This is my reflection on women after witnessing the most sacred aspect of motherhood firsthand.

"Mom, I love you!" Without thinking, I lowered my head and placed my burning lips on my mother's vulva
, giving her a gentle kiss. That kiss was entirely out of respect for my mother,
gratitude for her enduring excruciating pain to bring me into this world.

The soft, moist pubic hair and the fleshy labia touched for a moment, sending a
shiver through my body. So this is how stimulating and exciting it is to kiss a woman's genitals!

Not only me, but when my lips touched my mother's vulva, I clearly felt the naked
body on the bed tremble suddenly. She was obviously unprepared, or perhaps it was the first time a man had kissed her vulva. Had my father never served her like this
before ?

"Love me? How do you love me? With what kind of feelings do you love me?" Clearly, my mother had heard my
confession. She sat up, cupped my face, and let me see her serious and solemn expression. That expression was that of
my usually stern and upright mother, which filled me with awe.

"It's...it's love and respect! It's a son's pure love for his mother, a love of gratitude for giving me life
! Mom, I also want to tell you, thank you for giving me life, thank you for letting me see
the place where . I finally know how difficult it has been for you. I also want to say, Mom! I love you!"

This was the first time in twenty-seven years that I had thanked my mother. I said it solemnly, as if making a vow.

My mother was moved; I saw tears glistening in her eyes. But she still sternly admonished me,
speaking in a commanding tone, "Yes, good that you understand! Remember this: although I gave you my body, letting
you experience the pleasures of womanhood, and your father agreed and supported me, it's only because your father and I,
as your parents, pity you. We willingly let your genitals enter us out of pure compassion. From now on
, when we're intimate, you must never have any other thoughts about your mother. Do you understand? Your mother is your mother
! Your mother has only ever had one man in her life, and I will always be his woman—your father! I love
my man! I love your father!"

So that's how it is. This is my great mother, giving me such immense love!

That's wonderful! My mother gave her body to me, but she didn't betray my father. She remained so loyal and loved him
so much . After hearing those words, my mother's image in my heart grew even taller, and I
respected her even more! I believe that such incest is acceptable. A mother is a mother, and a son is a son
; their roles haven't changed. They make love; they're just having sex, seeking
pleasure between a man and a woman. Moreover, in that way, the mother will love her son even more, and the son will respect and love
his mother even more. I don't understand why some people insist on portraying mother-son incest as marital relations. In my opinion,
those authors are simply psychologically disturbed and disgusting!

I buried my face in my mother's warm embrace again, reaching out to gently caress her soft, smooth breasts,
assuring her, "Mom, don't worry. Although your son isn't very capable and won't achieve anything great, I
will definitely be even more filial to you and Dad in the future. I've already let Dad down a bit, and I absolutely cannot be
your mistress again. If I were, I would feel like I'm not human, and I wouldn't deserve your love like this!"

My mother hugged my head, letting her lips rest on my hair, gently kissing me. Then, she slowly
lay down, and it was clear she was ready to give herself to me!

Finally, the most crucial moment arrived; I was about to enter!

I lay on top of my mother, one arm around her neck, lifting her head, while the other hand
gripped my thick, hard penis between my legs. I gently rubbed the head of my penis against her vaginal opening, causing her
soft pubic hair to ripple. My mother lay quietly on the bed beneath me, her eyes
gazing at me with a soft look that was both shy and tender, making her exceptionally beautiful.

"Son, you know what? I feel so happy right now, like I'm still a young girl. You've made me
feel young again. My first time was like that too. Your dad was afraid it would hurt me, so he held back from going in
. He just looked at me so lovingly, only letting... letting his thing rub against me. In the end...
in the end, it was me who took the initiative..." Mom squinted her eyes, talking to herself. It was clear that making love with me
had completely immersed her in the sweet memories of her first time.

I never imagined that my serious, unsmiling mother would share the beauty of her first night with me. I was also truly
happy for my father, that he could become my mother's first man, that he could lose his virginity to such a beautiful mother like me, and take her.
My mother's virginity! I was truly overjoyed, without a trace of jealousy, without the
jealousy . Because she was my mother, and the first man to be with her was my beloved father! They
were the perfect match!

"Mom, take me! Your son is a virgin too! I want you to be my first woman!"

I lowered my head and began to kiss my mother passionately, then released my penis and grabbed her hand. I wanted
her to take the initiative, I wanted to have the same treatment as my father. Although my mother's hymen was no longer intact,
hearing her words, I actually had the wonderful illusion that I was about to take her virginity again, to deflower my mother once more
.

Clever as a mother is, she immediately understood her son's intentions. She grasped
the man on top of her, her eldest son's genitals, gently stroked them a few times, pulled back the foreskin, revealing the completely purplish-red glans
, and then, guiding my penis, pressed it against her soft, parted labia. Finally
, little by little, I sank into that narrow crevice.

I was finally inside—

with deep respect, I fucked the beautiful woman beneath me, my mother who gave me life and raised me—

the pleasurable sensation from my penis was incomparable! It was
a feeling , like entering a warm swamp; once you're in, you never want to get out! I held her, resting
my chin on her snow-white shoulder, completely absorbed in the warmth of being inside a woman's body,
not wanting to move at all.

"Son, move a little, it's a little... a little itchy inside!" My mother, seeing that my body seemed to have short-circuited
, motionless with my penis still inside her vagina, bit her lip and urged me, her face flushed.

So this was my mother's shy expression during sex, truly a kind of innocent and adorable look,
making me feel sorry for her. I couldn't help but lower my head and lovingly kiss her pink lips. Then, abandoning
the static comfort of enjoying my mother's vagina, I began to imitate the sex scenes in porn movies, pulling out my thick, hard penis and
then going back in, repeating this over and over!

The single bed started creaking and groaning, and my mother's large breasts began to sway rhythmically
, forming a dazzling white line that rubbed against my chest. I felt that with each thrust, I was penetrating her
uterus , to the very depths of my mother's vagina!

"Mom, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" I was confident that my penis was big and
hard enough, even though I hadn't used it before, I knew it would bring pleasure to a woman during sex. But after a few thrusts inside my mother's vagina
, I saw her brows furrow tightly, her lips pursed, as if she was enduring something
and becoming very uncomfortable, her face turning bright red.

In an instant, it dawned on me. Although I had never seen what it was like for a woman to have sex with a man,
I was definitely not a clueless 17-year-old like
those . I knew that women liked to shout loudly during sex to better experience the
pleasure. But now my mother was silent, and I understood that she was embarrassed. After all, this was her first time having sex with her
son , and it must be her pride that prevented her from letting go of her pride.

Seeing her like that, I felt even more respect for my mother. This showed that my mother was truly a good woman.
Unlike other women who, once in bed with a man, would shout loudly and
become increasingly lewd, my mother was very clear-headed. She was not blinded by intense sex.

"Mom! Your son doesn't mind your looks. If you want to scream, just scream. Don't hold it in. If I do, you'll feel very uncomfortable
, and your son will feel guilty!"

I stroked her smooth white buttocks, encouraging her to release herself. Then, I thrust violently again,
making her breasts form waves of alluring flesh. To be honest, I wanted to see my usually serious and proper mother moaning in
bed , letting out lewd cries. I wanted to see her take off her clothes, put aside her noble
profession as a teacher, and reveal her most primal nature as a woman, the side that belonged only to her man, my father.

During this thrust, I could clearly hear the sound of water flowing from my mother's vagina. I even felt a large gush of
water slowly flowing down my penis from her vagina, wetting her pubic hair and making my
testicles sticky. I knew that my noble teacher mother was completely aroused, and she was enjoying
the pleasure and happiness of making love with her son!

"Mom! Your...your cunt is so warm, it feels so good to fuck you! Your son's big cock is so lucky to be able to
fuck your sacred cunt! Your son wants to fuck you every day! Wants to keep his cock inside your cunt all the time,
to make you happy every day! To let you know you didn't give birth to me in vain!" In order to completely break the shackles of my mother's morality and let her
fully experience the bliss and wonder of sex, I took the lead and set an example, saying
things that I would never say or dare to say in front of my mother before.

It turns out that fucking a woman and saying vulgar words is such an exciting thing, even though I know that after it's over, when
my mother sobers up, she will definitely scold me severely!

Persistence pays off. With my encouragement, my mother finally succumbed to my influence. She no longer
lay quietly in bed waiting for me to take the initiative. She lifted her head and sought my lips with her soft, warm ones. Her pink,
nimble tongue slipped into my mouth, followed by a passionate, fervent kiss. Her soft lips tightly gripped mine
, and with each rhythmic thrust of my penis, she began to moan softly,
as if were speaking, or perhaps simply intoxicated with pleasure—it was incredibly beautiful.

But after only a short while, she couldn't take it anymore. She slumped back onto the pillow, her pale pink lips parted,
her breath sweet as orchids, and began to cry out in ecstasy, completely surrendering herself to her son.

"Son! My filial, big-cocked son! You know I like to moan when I'm having sex with your dad. If you
don't say anything, I feel embarrassed, but... but I don't care anymore. I just love my son
's hard cock, fucking my cunt! I love having sex with my eldest son, I want to have sex with him every day.
Son, I love your cock, it's just like your dad's cock when he was young, so big, so hard. My
cunt isn't enough for my son to fuck every day! Yes, deeper, fuck me harder! Hit my uterus, that's
where I conceived you, now... now my eldest son's cock is inside again, it feels so good... I want my son's
cock! Ah..."

My mother, her full, snow-white body swaying, her large breasts bobbing, finally cried out,
each cry louder than the last, each one more obscene than the last. Her once dignified and serious face was now devoid
of any charm and wantonness.

So this was my mother during sex, my mother without any pretense. Forgive my bluntness, but right now
, my mother looked like a real slut! A slut that any man would want to sleep with at first sight!
A slut , capable of completely bewitching men with her looks!

But I love my mother, I love this slut who belongs only to me at this moment, a slut
who willingly lies on the bed letting me fuck her!

Finally, my mother's body on the bed began to stiffen, lying rigidly beneath me. Her vagina began to
contract violently in waves, gripping my glans tightly. Then, she forcefully pushed me
away, pulling me to her side. She then arched her back, spreading her legs wide, exposing her hairy vulva.
At that moment, the sight that made her son's eyes light up appeared. I saw a
stream of clear liquid gushing violently from between my mother's legs, from her pink vulva, like a fountain
.

At that moment, lying beside my mother, I not only witnessed her reaching orgasm,

but also the entire process of a woman ejaculating—a rare occurrence.

Unexpectedly, I actually made my mother ejaculate!

I stared blankly as my mother, her snow-white body erect, sprayed streams of fluid onto my
sheets. It took her several seconds to stop, and then she collapsed onto the bed like a puddle of mud, completely still
.

"Son, thank you! It's been so long since I've felt this good. Doing it with you...doing it with you is
so good! Now, I have absolutely no regrets!"

After resting for a while, she turned over and gently pulled me into her arms, her large breasts lightly pressing against my
face. My still-erect penis was now touching her wet vaginal opening. She looked at me,
a little embarrassed but also very happy, and said, "Son, you still..." "Haven't ejaculated yet? Look at Mom, I was supposed to satisfy
you, but I've already done it myself! But I don't blame you for thinking about that stuff every day, your thing is really good,
the first time, it's been so long and you still haven't ejaculated! Just like your dad back then! In the future... in the future, Mom is going to
enjoy life ~"

She said her piece, I did mine. During this time, I had already guided my rock-hard penis to
my mother's fully open vaginal opening and thrust it in hard! I felt that if I didn't ejaculate soon, my penis
was going to explode!

I didn't roll over and press my mother's full body beneath me. Instead, I supported her two snow-white
buttocks with my hands and thrust forcefully into her hot vagina, making my final sprint. My two testicles slammed rapidly against
the bottom of my mother's vagina, producing a series of flesh-on-flesh symphonies! It was a lament of mother and son mating!

Finally, enveloped by my mother's soft, tender flesh, I ejaculated!

A large amount of thick, milky-white semen shot into my mother's uterus!

Shot into the place of blood and flesh that had nourished me for the first time!

I ejaculated for a full thirty seconds before I finished!

The exhaustion after ejaculation made me completely surrender to my mother's warm embrace. Touching her skin felt just like when I was a child,
sleeping in her arms, letting her hold me. Only, back then, there was no other man's semen inside her
, and I wasn't her second man. Even though I will always be her son, I
know I can't forget that, and my mother won't allow me to forget it either.

"Son, this is the beauty between a man and a woman. Does it feel good? I've let you experience it, and that's enough for me
! But you don't need to feel like you owe me anything, because a mother's love is never for reward! And... you
really made me feel good! I'm willing... willing to make love with you!" My mother closed her eyes, her voice soft and gentle
, yet with a hint of seriousness, as if she were teaching me.

In a single day, I overheard a mother and son utter those two words three times—"making love"!
The first time, the mother was furious and acted impulsively; the second time, she was in a daze, seeking only thrills. But compared to the previous
two times, this time, when the mother said she was willing to make love with her son, it was the most touching and heart-stirring moment for me.
Because at that moment, the mother was clear-headed, not angry, and unaffected by external influences. This
meant I had conquered this outwardly proud and aloof woman, making her unconcerned about showing her
most primal and wanton side in front of her son! In other words, from now on, my noble and beautiful mother would allow me to touch
her breasts at will, to sleep with her naked body at will, and to play sexual games with her at will!

Just thinking about it is awesome, what an exciting scene!

And my body immediately received the command; my penis got hard again!

"Son! You...you just came out, didn't you? How come you're so hard again?" My mother hugged me,
looking surprised at how quickly I got an erection, but then she laughed, a very excited laugh. She stroked my
face, looking at her eldest son with his hard penis with a seductive gaze, and didn't say anything more.

I knew, my mother was in heat again!

So without further ado, I turned over, grabbed my mother's big breasts, and began a new round of intense lovemaking...

That night, I don't remember how many times I had sex with my mother, or how many streams of semen I ejaculated into her uterus. I only
remember that under her constant loud moans, I finally pulled my penis out of her already wet vagina, having no
more semen to ejaculate, and quickly went to the pillow. I quickly stuffed my slightly limp penis into my
mother's open mouth, letting her soft, slippery tongue lick my glans, giving her oral sex for the first time.

That was the first time my mother had ever given oral sex. She told me about it later. Even though she and my father had been
intimate for thirty years, most men in their sixties, like them, were very conventional in their sexual activity
—man on top, woman on bottom, and that was it. They weren't comfortable with any fancy moves, at most just rubbing their breasts against each other's penises, engaging in some
light breast play.

I never imagined that the first man my mother would give oral sex to would be me, her eldest son! At the time,
watching her clumsily swallow my large penis, her tongue not even knowing to lick the glans, but my mother didn't refuse.
I thought she often gave oral sex to my father; after all, at my father's age,
he needed some stimulation to get an erection.

Not long after, already on the verge of climax, I couldn't hold back any longer.

I ejaculated all the remaining semen into my mother's virgin mouth...

Afterwards, I fell into a deep sleep, filled with sweetness, happiness, and utter exhaustion from making love.

Holding my beloved woman, my naked mother.
(The End)

《Son's Chapter》

I sat in front of the computer, my heart pounding, pointing to the string of numbers that made me uneasy.

"Miss in-home service?" My mother leaned closer, saw the title, and turned back
to look at her usually well-behaved son in surprise. "You made me call this number to find you a prostitute? Have you
no shame ?"

As I expected, my hot-tempered mother immediately flew into a rage.

"What can I do? I'm already twenty-seven. Others might have had several abortions by seventeen, but
what about me? I can only masturbate in bed. You and Dad know I masturbate every day, and that's how my
life will be. What woman would want me to touch her? Can I not find a way myself?"

I lowered my head, explaining my point of view with reason and evidence.

I have a leg disability, a problem I've had since birth, and I also have a speech impediment, so others
can't understand me . But unfortunately, my sexual needs are very strong; I get hard every day. I can only masturbate
to release myself and relieve the emptiness temporarily, but it doesn't help afterward. That's why I came up with this last resort
, hoping my mother can understand and sympathize with me.

Clearly, my pitiful state eased the anger on my mother's face. Her dignified expression gradually calmed down, turning
into heartache. It was obvious that my lifelong unrequited love had hurt this woman who loved me the most. In the eyes of parents
, if they fail to satisfy their children in any way, or make their children uncomfortable, it will become a worry that they
cannot shake off. There is no greater pity in the hearts of parents in the world than this!

My mother hugged me and let my head rest against her high chest. Although there was a thin
summer dress , I could still feel that she was not wearing a bra. Her soft, large breasts brought me an incomparably comfortable feeling.

"Just bear with it. This is your fate. If you have it, it's a blessing from heaven.
If not, try not to think about it. It's upsetting, isn't it? Don't even think about going to prostitutes. We're a
respectable family; we can't afford to lose face like that."

She used her usual tactic to comfort me.

However, this time her tone wasn't calm; it was choked with sobs. She was genuinely upset.

"Yes, Mom, I know! Don't worry too much. After all, I've made it through all these years, haven't I
?" I comforted my mother instead. We're family, connected by blood and heart. Making her sad is my
fault as her son. I feel even worse. Although I'm uncomfortable, I still nestled my head into her arms, feeling
that .

I'm obsessed with women's breasts, especially big ones!

Plump and soft, just like my mother's!

"Son, do you...do you want to touch Mom's breasts?"

Perhaps my understanding and restraint made her truly pity me, or perhaps she felt sorry for me, and in a moment of impulse,
she said something she would never have said before—letting her twenty-seven-year-old son, a man already, touch her
breasts.

I looked up, excitedly nodding, my eyes filled with gratitude.

Seeing my overjoyed expression, my mother's eyes instantly welled up with tears. Twenty-seven years old! This
was precisely the best time for a man to bring a woman satisfaction. Take her father, for example. Back then
, he was practically glued to her every day. Whenever they were in bed, he would quickly straddle her, strip her
naked , and let her two full, swollen breasts face him. He would play with her for half an hour at a time without ejaculating.
Each time they made love, it would last for more than an hour before her man would finally stop, and they would do it several times a night.

In the summer, they would often make love until dawn, her breasts trembling incessantly! Only then would her
father ejaculate thick streams of semen into her uterus. Luckily, they practiced contraception effectively back then, otherwise,
how many children would she have borne for her husband? At that time, she was truly a happy woman.

But then I looked at the man before me, my eldest son, who could only think about sex in bed, his
hard penis between his legs, ejaculating his semen onto the sheets beneath him, never even
touching ! To put it bluntly, he was born into the wrong body, wasting his incredible erection.

Thinking this, my mother lifted her tight-fitting tank top, instantly revealing two large, almost
dazzlingly white breasts, right in front of me. Before the owner of those breasts could even offer a polite invitation, I
immediately grabbed them, letting the soft, white flesh instantly fill my palms, satisfying
the pent-up desire I'd never released to a woman.

Suddenly, I ejaculated—

the first time I'd ejaculated into my pants without pulling my penis out.

The momentary weakness after ejaculation left me exhausted. I buried my head in my mother's cleavage, my hands
slowly kneading her white breasts, my eyes closed.

"Mom, this is the most pleasurable ejaculation I've ever had. It's so good to have a woman~" I pouted and gently
kissed her breast, telling the truth. Then, suddenly remembering something, I mustered the courage to ask her, "Yesterday
…last night, were you satisfied? After all, you and Dad finished in just fifteen minutes!"

Actually, I deeply respect my mother. If it weren't for her current indulgence, I would never… I dared not
speak to her like this, nor ask such private questions, nor could I bring myself to say them. Normally, she was absolutely stern and
rarely smiled. My family was a strict mother and a loving father. My father and I were friends, and my mother and I were like a mouse
and a cat. From childhood to adulthood, I was that sickly little mouse. Although I was sick and not as good as others, my mother
never unconditionally spoiled me or indulged me without limits.

My mother didn't speak. I looked up at her and found that her face had darkened, completely lacking
the gentleness and affection from before, just like usual. I knew that I had really asked for trouble. Instead of enjoying the warmth and tenderness
, I had to run into a tough nut.

I quickly explained, "It's not that I want to spy on you, it's just that every time you finish doing 'that,' you either
boil water or go to the toilet. I've known the pattern for years! To be honest, every time I know you've finished
, I get itchy for days, imagining you naked in bed, my dad on top of you, touching..."
"Your breasts, and then go in..." The more I explained, the more confused I became. I didn't know why I was saying the details
, as if I really saw it all. I just wanted to say it.

"Get out! You're fucking shameless! Can't we be nice to you? We're your parents
! You actually... you actually wanted to have sex with us! Don't feed me for three days! They say when people are well-fed and clothed, they think of lust
, and it seems that's true!" My mother roared, and then pushed me hard. My body really rolled
off , my thigh, clad only in shorts, hit the ground, and I felt a sharp pain.

Seeing that she, a decent person, was really angry with her son and spoke recklessly, actually
saying , I endured the pain, frowning and thinking to myself.

Then, I saw my mother, her eyes red, put down her clothes and slam the
door , nearly shattering the glass in the door.

"Mom, I'm sorry!" I felt a sticky residue in my crotch.

The first time was with a woman who made me ejaculate.

I felt incredibly guilty and apologized to my mother.
(Mother's Story)

It was a quiet night.

Wearing only underwear, I lay on my side in bed, my mind a jumble of thoughts. I couldn't sleep at all;
my mind was filled with what my son had said that afternoon, and the things he had done to me—the feeling of his hand gently
covering my breast. It was the first time a man other than my husband had touched my breasts, even though it was
my own son, even though he used to put his hand inside my bra whenever he lay next to me as a child. But
that feeling was nothing compared to that fleeting moment that afternoon. So this is what it feels like to have another man touch your breasts
! It's a completely different feeling from when my husband touches me during sex. Why did I take my anger out on my son
? Wouldn't I have enjoyed it a little longer? I regretted it so much.

Just then, I felt my underwear become sticky. I… I was aroused!

I had actually fallen for my son?

I quickly suppressed my regret, replaced by unprecedented shame.

It was so uncomfortable that I simply lifted my bottom and pulled down my underwear right there in the bed.

Now, my alluring naked body was completely enveloped in the warm blankets.

At that moment, I was pulled into a strong embrace. I knew my husband was in bed. Every night before sleep
, my husband would hold me for a while; it was the secret to their loving marriage of thirty years.

In the past, I would obediently enjoy his embrace, whispering sweet nothings in bed. If
my husband wanted to do *that*, he would roll over, press my full body onto the bed, and gently remove my
underwear , leaving me completely naked.

But now, my hand found itself reaching into my husband's underwear, grasping his limp penis.

"We...we just did it yesterday, didn't we?" My initiative clearly surprised him.
In middle age, the frequency of sex had noticeably decreased; two or three times a month was enough.

But for some reason, today I just wanted it.

Without a word, I pulled down my husband's underwear, leaving him naked. I liked him
completely naked , his penis exposed; I found it incredibly sexy. Now

that my husband was naked, I grasped his penis again, gently and skillfully stroking it.

He got hard! Perhaps my unusual passion and initiative greatly aroused him.

He quickly became aroused, his penis becoming hot and large, almost burning to the touch.

"Come on, fuck me! Let your cock go inside my cunt!" I kissed my husband, speaking vulgar
words. Besides enjoying being naked in front of him, I also liked saying things during sex that I
would never normally say given my personality and appearance, because it greatly enhanced the pleasure.

"You little slut! You're supposed to be a teacher, what would your students think if they heard their beloved teacher
saying such things? You're a whore in front of a teacher! Shameless!" My husband
flirted with me, not to be outdone, and then he lightly patted my soft, white buttocks.

"Want some special services?" I said in a deliberately seductive voice.

After saying that, I knelt down between my husband's legs, lifted his thighs, and
his hard penis rested against my chest. I pressed it down with my hands, and his penis immediately
sank into my deep cleavage. I placed my hands on the outside of my breasts, letting my soft breasts completely cover his large
glans, rubbing back and forth.

"Ah! So good!" he groaned in satisfaction.

Before long, I saw my husband's face contort.

Just then, he suddenly rolled over, pinning me beneath him, and kissed my face haphazardly.

Then, I felt a burning, full sensation below. He went in…

This time, entering my warm vagina was effortless, because it was already very wet and slippery
. He could easily thrust all the way in, right into my uterus.

“Mmm…” I let out a satisfied moan.

Then I started thrusting my hips upwards, responding to my beloved husband.

“Your cock is so hard! Yes, fuck me like that, deeper! I love it when you fuck me like this! Why
don’t you touch other people’s breasts? I like it when other people touch them! You know what? This afternoon your son touched my
breasts , and he felt so good! I want him to touch them again! I want to sleep with my eldest son in my arms, just like
when he was little!”

My husband leaned down and hugged me.

His two testicles slammed powerfully against my buttocks, listening to my ramblings in the heat of passion.

For the first time, while making love with my husband, I thought of another man, spoke of another man, and that
man was my son! I thought of the warmth of his hands, his warm face pressed against my breasts, his
ecstatic expression after ejaculation… I thought, I am pitiful for my son, pitiful for my son who cannot experience the beauty of sex, I
can only enjoy it for him while making love with his father, expressing my feelings and longing for him.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a warm liquid pouring onto my uterus.

I knew, my husband had ejaculated…

but my vagina was still itchy, I didn’t feel the pleasure of sex.

“Why so fast today, only a few strokes?”

Lying in bed, I frowned and complained, while the blush on my face had not yet faded.

"That's all because of you, suddenly using your breasts to play around. If it weren't for you, I would have ejaculated just now!"
My husband lay on top of me, panting, one hand playing with my breast, while his penis slid limply
out.

I knew that today's passion had come to an end; he couldn't get hard again.

But I wasn't satisfied yet; ending lovemaking halfway was truly agonizing.

Helpless, I could only let out a sigh to vent my emptiness.

My husband lay on me for a while, then got off me with his limp penis hanging down. Just as he was about to
get out of bed to wash himself, I suddenly remembered my conversation with my son that afternoon, and my face flushed. I quickly
stopped him, "Don't go, just wipe your thing with your underwear!"

He was a little confused, because I am a very clean person and I require him to clean himself up
before going to bed. But it was still embarrassing that someone had noticed such a private matter. My husband looked
at me, quickly wiped himself a few times, and then turned to hug me. I know that after doing that
, men like to hold their women immediately, feeling the beauty of a woman's warm body in their exhaustion.

"Um... Dad, I want to talk to you about something."

I reached down again, playing with his penis, which was noticeably smaller than before.

"Go ahead!"

He lowered his head and kissed my hair, sounding quite energetic.

Unlike usual, he didn't fall asleep immediately afterward.

"This afternoon... this afternoon I really let our son touch my breasts! He's an adult now, starting to think about women!"
I felt I should let my husband know, because his love and affection for our son far surpassed that for me, his mother
.

"Sigh! Let him touch it once, let him experience a woman's body."

Sure enough, as I expected, he didn't react much, just sighed softly. His sigh

contained the same heartache as mine.

Then came a long silence; neither of us spoke, each lost in our own thoughts.

Meanwhile, his penis remained limp and lifeless, hanging down like a worm.

"Is there anything else you want to say to me?"

Just when I thought my husband had fallen asleep, he suddenly asked.

Thirty years of love had taught him everything; even without seeing my face, he knew what I was thinking.

I snuggled closer to him, my large breasts pressed tightly against his chest.

"I feel so sorry for our son, having to endure this his whole life. We've both been young, we know what it
feels like. Just thinking about it makes my heart ache. So…so…so I want him to
experience it , I want…I want to give myself to him…is that okay?"

I finally blurted it out!

Yes, I wanted to have sex with my son! Although I'm strict with my son and never spoil him,
I have a soft heart beneath my tough exterior. I love him dearly and can't bear to see him suffer.
Even though I know it's incestuous and punishable by heaven, I don't care. That's what a mother is—
she'll do anything for her children, as long as my son is happy. His

happiness is our greatest joy.

Also, I must admit I'm currently very attracted to young men's bodies and want to recapture the pleasure I had
in bed. But I can't, and can't bear to, betray my loving husband and bring
shame upon him. So, I've chosen my poor son to satisfy me, to make love with him—keeping the pleasure
within the family.

The reason I was so open and honest with my husband was because I didn't believe it was adultery
. I didn't want to have to sneak around when I was intimate with my son; that would put pressure on the three of us,
and that wasn't good. I felt I hadn't cheated on him. I love my husband, and I love our son even more.
Both men are men for whom I, an ordinary woman, would give everything. I love them.

After hearing this, my husband visibly trembled as he hugged me. I knew he was caught off guard and finding it hard to accept.
After all, it was about betraying himself, even if it was his beloved son. If he were to give
me a good scolding, I would accept it, but in a little while, I would still crawl into my son's bed.

I was determined to have sex with my son!

But my husband didn't say anything, and continued to hold me, his large hand gently stroking my smooth, soft back
. This gave me a sense of peace; I knew he wasn't emotionally agitated.

"Go ahead! He came from your belly anyway, so it's fine to let him go back in now!"
After a while, he said calmly.

"Won't you feel uncomfortable?" I tilted my head back and kissed him.

I knew I had succeeded! But to be absolutely certain, I needed to know his true thoughts.

"Silly girl!" My husband called out, still the nickname he used when we were dating. For thirty years, I've loved it when
he called me that. He truly treats me like his silly girl, showering me with love and care. So,
although our life has been ordinary and uneventful, without great wealth or status,
I feel incredibly happy to have married him, the man I've loved since my first love.

"If it weren't for some emotion, would you believe me? I wouldn't be a man. But since you've already considered
this , and our son is in his prime, it's only a matter of time before you two do it
. So, as your husband and father, I'll be a good person and grant your wish! Besides, I'm really not up to the task anymore
. To be honest, sometimes I'm afraid I can't satisfy you, and you'll go out and find someone else. Then..." "Maybe you
won't love me anymore, maybe you won't want us, father and son. After all, this is the most critical time for our marriage. Rather than letting someone else
benefit , it's better for my son to love you properly, to enjoy his mother, and to inherit my
responsibility and love for you in bed. That way, our family will be happy, right? And wife, I'm really grateful for your honesty,
I love you!" He kissed my soft lips deeply and said tenderly.

Two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from my eyes. I was so moved.

Moved by my husband's greatness, moved by his selfless love for our family!

"You're almost fifty, and you're still crying! Go on, let that kid see the most beautiful side of my wife!"

After kissing for a while, my husband released me and gave me an encouraging smile.

"Dad, don't worry, although I've given my body to our son, I'll always be your woman! We..."
"True love is the feeling I feel! My love for my son is only out of maternal love; I will always be his mother!" I
climbed naked from the bed, kissed my husband deeply again, and said this as if making a firm statement.

Then, I wiped away my tears, put on a nightgown, and left our bedroom.

I went to a place that I didn't know if it was a paradise of happiness or a hell of sin—

that was, my son's room…
《Mother and Son's Joy》

In the early morning, a ray of bright sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the peaceful sleeping faces of the family of three.

Perhaps it was the intense sunlight that dazzled my eyes, but I slowly woke up in the middle of the bed. Opening my sleepy
eyes, my first instinct was to turn my head to check if the naked bodies on either side of me were still there. Although I had been having sex with
my mother for two months, I was terrified every time I woke up, afraid that this was all just a dream
I couldn't wake up from, and that when I finally did, all the beautiful experiences I had gone through would vanish.

However, to my delight, it was all real!

I saw the beautiful woman sleeping beside me, her eyes closed, her head nestled against my chest, fast
asleep. Perhaps because the bed was a little warm, a blush spread across her pretty face, making her
look mature and alluring. At these moments, I not only openly admired my mother's exquisite sleeping face, but also
found myself instantly aroused upon waking in the morning, my morning erection enjoying the warmth of my mother's small hands
. She loved sleeping with my penis in her hand, whether it was my father's or mine. And in the warm
bed , an arm draped over my chest, reaching up to my mother's high, firm breasts, the hand gently grasping her
bare, soft breasts.

That hand... it belonged to my father!

Even now, I still can't believe that such a wonderful thing could happen to me. I actually slept with the woman I
love , respect, and cherish most! I actually made love with my mother! What makes me even happier is
that we weren't having an affair. I was openly enjoying my mother's body,
having sex . I loved being on top of my mother's full body, playing with her soft, white breasts.

Watching my father lying on the bed, his large penis gradually hardening, his smiling expression as he watched my penis thrusting violently inside
his lover—that was the happiness and joy that belonged to our family,
the happiness and joy I brought to the two people I love most.

Whenever my penis gets hard and my parents are still asleep, my thoughts drift back to my first time with
my mother . Although I've replayed it in my mind countless times, just thinking about it still gets
incredibly arousing. Several times, I've even ejaculated right there in bed, resulting in
a who called me shameless.

That night, I sat in front of the computer, completely lost in thought.

My conversation with my mother that afternoon had made her very angry.

After that, I was filled with anxiety and unease. Even though I knew my mother wouldn't really be angry with me or
ignore me, I was afraid that she would never let me touch her again.
That soft, beautiful feeling was truly unforgettable and impossible to let go of.

"It's so late, son, are you hungry?"

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open.

I was completely unprepared and startled by my mother's arrival.

"Look at you, were you secretly browsing inappropriate websites behind my back?" She looked at my terrified face as I turned around,
deliberately smiling as she said this, then sat down on my bed, her two snow-white legs swinging casually
back and forth.

Thankfully, it seems the storm came and went quickly; my mother had clearly calmed down.

My initial shock had subsided, and I turned to look at my mother—she was so beautiful! That was my
first . At that time, she was only wearing a pale yellow slip dress over her full body, her fair and
tender shoulders and arms were completely exposed, and my mother wasn't wearing a bra! Because the fabric of the nightgown was very thin, her
large nipples were very prominent, half-hidden, and although I knew that it was a great disrespect to the person who gave me life and raised me
, I just couldn't control myself, and my penis was still hard!

Because of the lesson I learned that afternoon, I quickly looked away to avoid her seeing my greed. I had said that
I was very afraid of my mother, and I didn't want to make her unhappy.

"Does it still hurt?" At that moment, my mother wasn't paying attention to me, but rather to my knee
, where a conspicuous bruise had appeared—her handiwork from her anger that afternoon.

Before I could answer, she had already gotten off the bed, knelt down, and tenderly rubbed it.

"This afternoon… Mom really didn't mean to, I didn't expect to get so many bruises!" She lowered her head and began
gently blowing on the wound, the cool sensation making me feel very comfortable.

Suddenly, my gaze was drawn to a patch of rosy light, and I couldn't look away! Because my mother
was bent over with her head down, and the neckline of her nightgown was loose, the light from the computer allowed my gaze
to completely penetrate her body hidden beneath it
. The body of this 48-year-old middle-aged beauty

was suddenly laid bare before her son. Her two large, white, slightly sagging breasts swayed gently in front of her chest. Since I
had never nursed her, her nipples were still a pale pink, proudly erect on her breasts.
Her areolas were also beautiful, large, adorning her snow-white nipples. Looking further down, past her large, plump
belly, I actually… actually saw a thick patch of jet-black hair! Obediently covering between my mother's
legs.

That was… my mother's pubic hair! I saw my mother's pubic hair!

A wave of intense dizziness rushed to my head. I didn't know if it was excitement, thrill, or stimulation!

I felt my body begin to tremble involuntarily. It was the first time I, a virgin,
had seen a woman's pubic hair so directly, and the owner of that pubic hair was my beloved biological mother!

In that instant, a new question popped into my mind. I wondered, had my mother just
had sex with my father again? Because I had read in a book that after passion, men and women don't like to wear close-fitting
clothes because it hinders the dissipation of their body heat, making them feel incredibly hot and uncomfortable. Yes
, that must be it! Right now, there must still be traces of my father's semen in my mother's vagina (if he hadn't used a condom
).

I know that constantly reminding my parents about having sex is extremely unfilial and sordid. It's
their normal married life; otherwise, where would I come from? But I just can't control myself.
Looking at my mother's naked body, wrapped in her nightgown, so close, I simply can't control my erection!

After rubbing for a while, my mother suddenly turned around, catching my gaze on her body and
my erect penis. At that moment, I panicked, terrified! Because I
was looking at the beautiful woman in front of me, my dignified mother, with lustful eyes!

Given her fiery temper, I imagined she would stand up, slap me
twice across the face, and then give me a good scolding.

My mother stood up, and she made a move, but instead of a burning pain, it was a soft, warm
touch. My beautiful mother leaned over and placed her soft, warm lips on her son's.
She kissed me.

This was the first time in my twenty-seven years that I had kissed a woman with emotion and desire. Even when I was little
, my mother would often hold me and kiss me on the lips, but back then it was all just playful, without any emotional connection
, like me eating pig's head. But now, when this woman's thin lips sealed mine
, I felt an electric shock, my whole body went numb, and my mind went completely blank.

For a moment, all I could see was my mother's beautiful, pink face.

At first, my mother only lightly touched my lips with hers, her mouth almost touching mine, but after a few
moments, she simply took my lips into hers, and our four hot lips truly
met , twisting and colliding rapidly.

In that instant, she was both my mother, whom I loved and respected, and the woman I wanted at all costs!

I wanted her! I wanted to sleep with my mother and make love!

I removed the only piece of clothing she was wearing—a thin nightgown—and laid her flat on my single bed. I gently caressed her alluring breasts against her full,
seductive body, stroking her
soft, thick, moist pubic hair and pink labia—a secret she had never shown to any other man besides her father. Then, I
thrust my hard penis into her vagina until I ejaculated, shooting it into her uterus, still stained with my father's semen! Open
the door to that sacred place where I made my dazzling debut in this world!

As these unimaginable scenes flashed through my mind, I boldly reached
out and completely embraced my mother's fair shoulders, encircling her in my arms. I was afraid she would leave, I didn't want her
to leave!

Perhaps it was a true mother-son connection; she must have heard my inner cries and desires. One of her hands
embraced me, while her other hand slowly slipped inside my baggy pants, gently kneading my
already burning penis.

In no time, she pulled down the only thing her son was wearing—his underwear—leaving my erect penis
completely exposed.

I later learned that she also enjoyed being in front of a naked man.

"My son has really grown up; that thing is so big when it's hard!" My mother said with a reluctant
smile, her loving face radiating pride—pride stemming from her own pride. She had given me
everything, including that hard penis that would soon bring her pleasure.

"Come on, let's go to bed!" My mother took my hand and pulled me up from the computer chair. Her words were
as concise as ever. At that moment, although I didn't understand
why would do this, why she would actually want to have a relationship with her own son, I couldn't care less. I
needed a woman, I needed sex, I needed a woman to end my twenty-seven years of virginity, to truly
transform me into a man, and to fully experience that heavenly bliss of a one-time encounter.

To hell with disgusting incest!

Perhaps I was too excited. I, who was already unsteady on my feet, had just stood
up . It wasn't serious, though. As I lay prone on the ground, the hem of my mother's nightgown was right in front of me. My mother was about to help me
up, but I beat her to it. I reached out, grabbed the thin fabric, and lifted it up. I couldn't
wait any longer. I wanted to see a woman truly naked before me, regardless of whether she was my
mother or not.

As my legs straightened, my mother's voluptuous body, which at that moment belonged only to her son and could make me dizzy
, was gradually revealed to a twenty-seven-year-old virgin, until finally, she was completely naked.
My mother offered no resistance, obediently allowing me to remove her nightgown, so I could admire her naked body without any covering.

So white! My mother's skin was as white as snow, as tender as water, radiating a beautiful glow.
Between her legs was such a lush expanse of pubic hair, thick and abundant, completely covering her most sacred and mysterious place
, yet it seemed to both resist and welcome, as if inviting a man's precious treasure to explore within. I embraced her
and thrust in hard!

"Mom, you're so beautiful!" I stepped forward and embraced the naked woman before me tightly. Instantly, the two plump breasts on
my mother's chest gave me a strong, wonderful tactile sensation—soft and smooth,
so good! Pressed tightly against my chest, I said, "Mom, your big breasts feel so good! Can I touch them every day
? I love your big breasts!" I rested my chin on her warm neck, seizing the opportunity to express
my desire to my mother.

"Silly son! In a little while... in a little while, Mom will be all yours, and you can touch my breasts as much as you want
! Mom knows you're going crazy wanting women's breasts, aren't you?" My mother hugged me back, placed her hands
on my buttocks, patted them gently, and then pushed me away, looking lovingly at her eldest son's face.
"Come on, get in bed, enjoy your mother's boobs, they're all my eldest son's!"

Soon, two naked bodies appeared on the quiet single bed. One lay on top of the other,
one supine and the other prone. The young man buried his face
between two large, white mounds of flesh, his mouth open, passionately biting the tender skin and soft breasts, sucking on the pink nipples, licking
the pink , savoring the feast of his breasts. These actions caused his voluptuous
body to writhe, and soft moans began to escape his lips, incredibly alluring.

"Mom, I want to see... see my original homeland, is that alright?" Right on his mother's breasts...
When it was my saliva, I looked up, seeking permission to see my mother's vulva.

She didn't speak, just smiled and stroked her son's head, then spread her legs, revealing that hairy,
sacred area to a mature man.

I found that my mother was incredibly gentle that night, almost to the point of being completely submissive to me. She was a completely different type of woman from the serious and taciturn woman she
usually was with. They say women are most beautiful, most
captivating, and most lovable during sex, and that men on top of them want to cherish them from the bottom of their hearts. It seems that this is truly true.

How many sons have seen their mother's vulva? I thought I was the luckiest one. I quickly moved my head
between my mother's legs, my face almost pressed against her pubic hair, my eyes wide as I intently examined
it, like an antique expert appraising a rare and valuable artifact.

This was where I was born, the very place where the woman lying in bed used to have
sex —my mother's vagina! I saw a plump, fleshy slit covered in dark
hair. At the tips of that hair were two still pink and tender labia, soft and with many
lines , slightly parted. I knew those were called labia. I couldn't believe that my mother had been married for thirty years, yet her
labia were still so tender. It was clear that my father didn't have sex with my mother often, and their sex life wasn't frequent.
In this respect, I felt that my father was far inferior to me, because his libido wasn't strong. In other words, his
penis was really useless.

I can't even imagine how this tiny opening could squeeze out a
baby . His head alone was several times the diameter of the opening, and he had to come out slowly, afraid of
hurting this newborn life. She had to endure it, uttering incredibly pitiful cries. It must
have been excruciating pain! Women are truly the greatest group in the world, deserving the utmost reverence
! Those heartless bastards who forget their mothers after marrying should be despised and don't
deserve to live in this world! This is my reflection on women after witnessing the most sacred aspect of motherhood firsthand.

"Mom, I love you!" Without thinking, I lowered my head and placed my burning lips on my mother's vulva
, giving her a gentle kiss. That kiss was entirely out of respect for my mother,
gratitude for her enduring excruciating pain to bring me into this world.

The soft, moist pubic hair and the fleshy labia touched for a moment, sending a
shiver through my body. So this is how stimulating and exciting it is to kiss a woman's genitals!

Not only me, but when my lips touched my mother's vulva, I clearly felt the naked
body on the bed tremble suddenly. She was obviously unprepared, or perhaps it was the first time a man had kissed her vulva. Had my father never served her like this
before ?

"Love me? How do you love me? With what kind of feelings do you love me?" Clearly, my mother had heard my
confession. She sat up, cupped my face, and let me see her serious and solemn expression. That expression was that of
my usually stern and upright mother, which filled me with awe.

"It's...it's love and respect! It's a son's pure love for his mother, a love of gratitude for giving me life
! Mom, I also want to tell you, thank you for giving me life, thank you for letting me see
the place where . I finally know how difficult it has been for you. I also want to say, Mom! I love you!"

This was the first time in twenty-seven years that I had thanked my mother. I said it solemnly, as if making a vow.

My mother was moved; I saw tears glistening in her eyes. But she still sternly admonished me,
speaking in a commanding tone, "Yes, good that you understand! Remember this: although I gave you my body, letting
you experience the pleasures of womanhood, and your father agreed and supported me, it's only because your father and I,
as your parents, pity you. We willingly let your genitals enter us out of pure compassion. From now on
, when we're intimate, you must never have any other thoughts about your mother. Do you understand? Your mother is your mother
! Your mother has only ever had one man in her life, and I will always be his woman—your father! I love
my man! I love your father!"

So that's how it is. This is my great mother, giving me such immense love!

That's wonderful! My mother gave her body to me, but she didn't betray my father. She remained so loyal and loved him
so much . After hearing those words, my mother's image in my heart grew even taller, and I
respected her even more! I believe that such incest is acceptable. A mother is a mother, and a son is a son
; their roles haven't changed. They make love; they're just having sex, seeking
pleasure between a man and a woman. Moreover, in that way, the mother will love her son even more, and the son will respect and love
his mother even more. I don't understand why some people insist on portraying mother-son incest as marital relations. In my opinion,
those authors are simply psychologically disturbed and disgusting!

I buried my face in my mother's warm embrace again, reaching out to gently caress her soft, smooth breasts,
assuring her, "Mom, don't worry. Although your son isn't very capable and won't achieve anything great, I
will definitely be even more filial to you and Dad in the future. I've already let Dad down a bit, and I absolutely cannot be
your mistress again. If I were, I would feel like I'm not human, and I wouldn't deserve your love like this!"

My mother hugged my head, letting her lips rest on my hair, gently kissing me. Then, she slowly
lay down, and it was clear she was ready to give herself to me!

Finally, the most crucial moment arrived; I was about to enter!

I lay on top of my mother, one arm around her neck, lifting her head, while the other hand
gripped my thick, hard penis between my legs. I gently rubbed the head of my penis against her vaginal opening, causing her
soft pubic hair to ripple. My mother lay quietly on the bed beneath me, her eyes
gazing at me with a soft look that was both shy and tender, making her exceptionally beautiful.

"Son, do you know? I feel so happy right now, like I'm still a young girl. You've made me
feel young again. My first time was like this too. Your dad was afraid I'd be in pain, so he didn't want me and just held back from going in
. He just looked at me so lovingly, only letting... letting his thing rub against me. In the end...
in the end, it was me who took the initiative..." Mom squinted her eyes and talked to herself. It was clear that making love with me
had completely brought her back to the past, to the sweet memories of when she lost her virginity.

I never imagined that my serious, stern mother would share the beauty of her first night with me. I'm also truly
happy for my father, that he could be my mother's first man, that he could lose his
virginity to my beautiful mother! I'm genuinely happy, without a trace of jealousy, without any of the jealousy or
unhappiness , because she is my mother, and the first man to be with her is none other than my beloved father! They
are the truly perfect match!

"Mom, take me! Your son is a virgin! I want you to be my first woman!"

I lowered my head and began to kiss my mother passionately, then let go of my penis and grabbed her hand. I wanted
her to take the initiative, and I wanted to have the same treatment as my father. Although my mother's hymen was no longer intact,
hearing her words, I actually had the wonderful
illusion that I was about to take her virginity again and deflower my mother.

Clever as a mother is, she immediately understood her son's intentions. She grasped
the man on top of her, her eldest son's genitals, gently stroked them a few times, pulled back the foreskin, revealing the completely purplish-red glans
, and then, guiding my penis, pressed it against her soft, parted labia. Finally
, little by little, I sank into that narrow crevice.

I was finally inside—

with deep respect, I fucked the beautiful woman beneath me, my mother who gave me life and raised me—

the pleasurable sensation from my penis was incomparable! It was
a feeling , like entering a warm swamp; once you're in, you never want to get out! I held her, resting
my chin on her snow-white shoulder, completely absorbed in the warmth of being inside a woman's body,
not wanting to move at all.

"Son, move a little, it's a little... a little itchy inside!" My mother, seeing that my body seemed to have short-circuited
, motionless with my penis still inside her vagina, bit her lip and urged me, her face flushed.

So this was my mother's shy expression during sex, truly a kind of innocent and adorable look,
making me feel sorry for her. I couldn't help but lower my head and lovingly kiss her pink lips. Then, abandoning
the static comfort of enjoying my mother's vagina, I began to imitate the sex scenes in porn movies, pulling out my thick, hard penis and
then going back in, repeating this over and over!

The single bed started creaking and groaning, and my mother's large breasts began to sway rhythmically
, forming a dazzling white line that rubbed against my chest. I felt that with each thrust, I was penetrating her
uterus , to the very depths of my mother's vagina!

"Mom, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" I was confident that my penis was big and
hard enough, even though I hadn't used it before, I knew it would bring pleasure to a woman during sex. But after a few thrusts inside my mother's vagina
, I saw her brows furrow tightly, her lips pursed, as if she was enduring something
and becoming very uncomfortable, her face turning bright red.

In an instant, it dawned on me. Although I had never seen what it was like for a woman to have sex with a man,
I was definitely not a clueless 17-year-old like
those . I knew that women liked to shout loudly during sex to better experience the
pleasure. But now my mother was silent, and I understood that she was embarrassed. After all, this was her first time having sex with her
son , and it must be her pride that prevented her from letting go of her pride.

Seeing her like that, I felt even more respect for my mother. This showed that my mother was truly a good woman.
Unlike other women who, once in bed with a man, would shout loudly and
become increasingly lewd, my mother was very clear-headed. She was not blinded by intense sex.

"Mom! Your son doesn't mind your looks. If you want to scream, just scream. Don't hold it in. If I do, you'll feel very uncomfortable
, and your son will feel guilty!"

I stroked her smooth white buttocks, encouraging her to release herself. Then, I thrust violently again,
making her breasts form waves of alluring flesh. To be honest, I wanted to see my usually serious and proper mother moaning in
bed , letting out lewd cries. I wanted to see her take off her clothes, put aside her noble
profession as a teacher, and reveal her most primal nature as a woman, the side that belonged only to her man, my father.

During this thrust, I could clearly hear the sound of water flowing from my mother's vagina. I even felt a large gush of
water slowly flowing down my penis from her vagina, wetting her pubic hair and making my
testicles sticky. I knew that my noble teacher mother was completely aroused, and she was enjoying
the pleasure and happiness of making love with her son!

"Mom! Your...your cunt is so warm, it feels so good to fuck you! Your son's big cock is so lucky to be able to
fuck your sacred cunt! Your son wants to fuck you every day! Wants to keep his cock inside your cunt all the time,
to make you happy every day! To let you know you didn't give birth to me in vain!" In order to completely break the shackles of my mother's morality and let her
fully experience the bliss and wonder of sex, I took the lead and set an example, saying
things that I would never say or dare to say in front of my mother before.

It turns out that fucking a woman and saying vulgar words is such an exciting thing, even though I know that after it's over, when
my mother sobers up, she will definitely scold me severely!

Persistence pays off. With my encouragement, my mother finally succumbed to my influence. She no longer
lay quietly in bed waiting for me to take the initiative. She lifted her head and sought my lips with her soft, warm ones. Her pink,
nimble tongue slipped into my mouth, followed by a passionate, fervent kiss. Her soft lips tightly gripped mine
, and with each rhythmic thrust of my penis, she began to moan softly,
as if were speaking, or perhaps simply intoxicated with pleasure—it was incredibly beautiful.

But after only a short while, she couldn't take it anymore. She slumped back onto the pillow, her pale pink lips parted,
her breath sweet as orchids, and began to cry out in ecstasy, completely surrendering herself to her son.

"Son! My filial, big-cocked son! You know I like to moan when I'm having sex with your dad. If you
don't say anything, I feel embarrassed, but... but I don't care anymore. I just love my son
's hard cock, fucking my cunt! I love having sex with my eldest son, I want to have sex with him every day.
Son, I love your cock, it's just like your dad's cock when he was young, so big, so hard.
I can't get enough of my cunt being fucked by my son every day! Yes, deeper, fuck me harder! Hit my uterus, that's where I'm pregnant."
"Your place, now... now my eldest son's cock is inside again, Mom feels so good... I want my son's
cock! Ah..."

My mother thrust her full, snow-white body, swaying her two large breasts, and finally cried out,
each cry louder than the last, each one more obscene than the last. Her beautiful pink face had lost all its dignity and seriousness,
only charm and wantonness remained.

So, this was my mother during sex, my mother without any pretense. Forgive my bluntness, but right now my
mother looked like a real slut! A slut that any man would want to sleep with at first sight!
A slut , who could completely bewitch men with her looks!

However, I just love my mother, I love this slut who belongs only to me at this moment, this
slut who is willing to lie on the bed and let me fuck her!

Finally, my mother's body on the bed began to stiffen, lying straight under me, and her vagina began to
contract violently in waves, sucking hard on the head of my penis. Then, she actually pushed me
away forcefully, pushing me to her side. Then, she lifted her waist forcefully, spread her thighs, and
exposed her hairy vagina completely. At this moment, the scene that made her son's eyes light up appeared. I saw a stream of clear
liquid gushing out violently from between my mother's legs, from her pink vaginal opening, like a fountain
.

At that moment, lying beside my mother, I not only witnessed her reaching orgasm,

but also the entire process of a woman ejaculating—something rarely seen in women.

I never imagined I'd actually made my mother ejaculate!

I stared blankly as my mother, her snow-white body erect, streams of fluid spraying from her onto my
sheets. It took her several seconds to stop, and then she collapsed onto the bed like a lump of mud, completely still
.

"Son, thank you! Mom hasn't felt this good in so long, doing that with you...it felt
so good! Now, Mom has absolutely no regrets!"

After resting for a while, she turned over and gently pulled me into her arms, her large breasts lightly pressed against my
face. My still-erect penis was now touching her wet vaginal opening. She looked at me,
a little embarrassed but also very happy, and said, "Son, you still..." "Haven't ejaculated yet? Look at Mom, I was supposed to satisfy
you, but I've already done it myself! But I don't blame you for thinking about that stuff every day, your thing is really good,
the first time, it's been so long and you still haven't ejaculated! Just like your dad back then! In the future... in the future, Mom is going to
enjoy life ~"

She said her piece, I did mine. During this time, I had already guided my rock-hard penis to
my mother's fully open vaginal opening and thrust it in hard! I felt that if I didn't ejaculate soon, my penis
was going to explode!

I didn't roll over and press my mother's full body beneath me. Instead, I supported her two snow-white
buttocks with my hands and thrust forcefully into her hot vagina, making my final sprint. My two testicles slammed rapidly against
the bottom of my mother's vagina, producing a series of flesh-on-flesh symphonies! It was a lament of mother and son mating!

Finally, enveloped by my mother's soft, tender flesh, I ejaculated!

A large amount of thick, milky-white semen shot into my mother's uterus!

Shot into the place of blood and flesh that had nourished me for the first time!

I ejaculated for a full thirty seconds before I finished!

The exhaustion after ejaculation made me completely surrender to my mother's warm embrace. Touching her skin felt just like when I was a child,
sleeping in her arms, letting her hold me. Only, back then, there was no other man's semen inside her
, and I wasn't her second man. Even though I will always be her son, I
know I can't forget that, and my mother won't allow me to forget it either.

"Son, this is the beauty between a man and a woman. Does it feel good? I've let you experience it, and that's enough for me
! But you don't need to feel like you owe me anything, because a mother's love is never for reward! And... you
really made me feel good! I'm willing... willing to make love with you!" My mother closed her eyes, her voice soft and gentle
, yet with a hint of seriousness, as if she were teaching me.

In a single day, I overheard a mother and son utter those two words three times—"making love"!
The first time, the mother was furious and acted impulsively; the second time, she was in a daze, seeking only thrills. But compared to the previous
two times, this time, when the mother said she was willing to make love with her son, it was the most touching and heart-stirring moment for me.
Because at that moment, the mother was clear-headed, not angry, and unaffected by external influences. This
meant I had conquered this outwardly proud and aloof woman, making her unconcerned about showing her
most primal and wanton side in front of her son! In other words, from now on, my noble and beautiful mother would allow me to touch
her breasts at will, to sleep with her naked body at will, and to play sexual games with her at will!

Just thinking about it is awesome, what an exciting scene!

And my body immediately received the command; my penis got hard again!

"Son! You...you just came out, didn't you? How come you're so hard again?" My mother hugged me,
looking surprised at how quickly I got an erection, but then she laughed, a very excited laugh. She stroked my
face, looking at her eldest son with his hard penis with a seductive gaze, and didn't say anything more.

I knew, my mother was in heat again!

So without further ado, I turned over, grabbed my mother's big breasts, and began a new round of intense lovemaking...

That night, I don't remember how many times I had sex with my mother, or how many streams of semen I ejaculated into her uterus. I only
remember that under her constant loud moans, I finally pulled my penis out of her already wet vagina, having no
more semen to ejaculate, and quickly went to the pillow. I quickly stuffed my slightly limp penis into my
mother's open mouth, letting her soft, slippery tongue lick my glans, giving her oral sex for the first time.

That was the first time my mother had ever given oral sex. She told me about it later. Even though she and my father had been
intimate for thirty years, most men in their sixties, like them, were very conventional in their sexual activity
—man on top, woman on bottom, and that was it. They weren't comfortable with any fancy moves, at most just rubbing their breasts against each other's penises, engaging in some kind of
nipple play.

I never imagined that the first man my mother would give oral sex to would be me, her eldest son! At the time,
watching her clumsily swallow my large penis, her tongue not even seeming to lick the glans, but my mother didn't refuse.
I thought she often gave oral sex to my father; after all, at my father's age, he already needed some stimulation.
He needed a while to get an erection from her mouth.

Not long after, I was on the verge of climax and couldn't hold back any longer.

I ejaculated all my remaining semen into my mother's virgin mouth.

Then, filled with sweetness, happiness, and utter exhaustion from making love, I fell into a deep sleep,

holding my beloved woman, my naked mother.

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