Mom in a pencil skirt

My name is A-Guang, and I'm seventeen years old. My mother is forty and works as a doctor. She maintains a great figure and has a beautiful face, making her very eye-catching on the street. For a long time, my mother has been the object of my sexual fantasies, until one day… That afternoon, after shopping with my mother, we took the subway home. The train was crowded. I stood there with my head down, looking at my mother's beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, full of soft beauty and incredibly shapely. Looking further up, I saw an alluring pencil skirt, a tight white shirt, and above the neckline, a fair, pink neck. She had beautiful hair, sensual lips, large, watery eyes, and slender, dark eyebrows. My mother possessed a mature beauty, more captivating than a young girl, radiating the charm of a mature woman.

Looking at her, I saw long, slender legs beneath her skirt, full thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings, exuding a mature woman's softness. Unable to resist the temptation, I pretended to drop my keys and bent down to peek under her skirt. I could see that my mother's underwear was white and semi-transparent, embroidered with elegant lace. The fabric was thin and transparent, and through it, pubic hair and the slightly raised mons pubis were clearly visible.

Seeing my mother's panties clinging tightly to her white genitals, my heart felt like it would explode. After standing up, my mind was filled with thoughts of my mother's genitals.

After a while, unable to resist the temptation, I pretended to tie my shoelaces, squatted down, and prepared to… but then I saw something unbelievable: I saw a hand roaming inside my mother's skirt, her thighs constantly shifting position, seemingly desperately trying to escape.

Whose hand was that? I wondered to myself. The more I thought about it, the less I could believe what I was seeing: a sleazy-looking old man was pressed tightly against my mother's back. His left hand had already slipped under her armpit, unbuttoning a button on the front of her shirt and reaching inside. His right hand was groping between her legs. My mother was holding onto a handrail with one hand and carrying her purse with the other, so she had no way to resist, and because the old man was holding her so tightly, she was powerless to escape.

No wonder my mother looked so uncomfortable. As I thought this, I stared intently at that hand.

His hand was scratching outside her white lace panties. The area between her legs was already wet. His index finger and thumb pinched and rubbed her most sensitive spot. To avoid being violated, she kept her legs tightly closed, afraid that the slightest loosening would allow his fingers to penetrate her. This sight made me hard without realizing it.

My mother's legs were very shapely. Although she had two children, she was still a beautiful woman, retaining her charm. This was the first time I had seen my mother's legs so closely; my eyes were burning with desire, and I almost couldn't resist wanting to devour them… This was much better than any pornographic film!

The old man suddenly pulled his left hand out of his mother's clothes and quickly stuffed something he was clutching into his pocket. I thought it looked like a bra... his mother's bra! Sure enough, his mother's firm nipples were visible through the thin shirt.

The old man again put his left hand inside his mother's shirt and played with her nipples, while his right hand gradually slipped inside his mother's socks and panties, quickly and slowly pulling them down to her knees and pulling her underwear to the side. The old man rubbed his mother's breasts with his left hand, while his right hand was not idle either, reaching down to play with his mother's vulva.

I stared wide-eyed at my mother's most secret place. As the old man probed and teased, my mother seemed unable to restrain herself any longer; her legs gradually spread wider and wider, trembling slightly. Through the old man's fingers, I saw my mother's two bright red labia sliding back and forth in his hand, the lustful fluid seeping from the cleft wetting his fingers completely.

The old man pressed his entire palm against my mother's vulva, rubbing it a few times, and then wiped the wet lustful fluid onto the thick, shiny black pubic hair below my mother's abdomen. My mother frantically twisted her body, trying to get rid of that hand. To me, it looked as if she was rubbing her vulva against his dirty hand, making my penis hard and bulging in the front of my pants. I watched the man fondle my mother's genitals while my eyes leered at the delicious-looking vagina in front of me.

My mother tried to remain calm, painfully trying to hide the intense desire in her lower body. At this moment, the hand was not idle either, raising its fingers to try to penetrate my mother's vagina. My mother desperately squeezed her legs together to resist the lewd act, but the man harassing her used his feet to forcefully spread her thighs apart so that his fingers could be inserted into her warm and wet vagina.

I suddenly realized I should be saving my mother, not watching—how could I let this lecherous old man rape her! I straightened up, moved closer to the old man harassing my mother, and stomped on his foot hard. He endured the excruciating pain, immediately withdrew his hand, and glared at me. My mother took the opportunity to adjust her socks and shirt. I glared back at the old man, who quickly became flustered and got off at the next stop.

Many people boarded at that stop, and I was pushed by the crowd, ending up pressed against my mother from the front. The contact with her soft, full body made my heart race. Due to the crowded conditions, I could only press myself even closer to my mother. She seemed to notice my restless movements and gently swayed her body. Oh no! Her inner thigh was pressed against my penis. I felt my penis gradually become engorged and erect... Ah... Mom... so bouncy... My slowly hardening penis was pressing against my mother's genitals. My mother instinctively tried to avoid it, but the car was too crowded, and she couldn't escape. The friction only stimulated my penis to become even harder, almost reaching under her skirt.

The penis inside my underwear pressed against my mother's elastic vulva, which had just been played with. Ah... my mother's soft flesh, if only I could touch it... But what if my mother screamed... wouldn't I... No, when my mother was being harassed just now...

as long as I'm careful... My desire was already rising high, burning me like fire. Once lust arose, I couldn't care less about anything else and gradually began to press my legs against the inside of my mother's thighs. Slowly, very slowly, I exerted my strength, gradually spreading my mother's beautiful legs apart... but I was still hesitant, moving so slowly it was almost imperceptible. Due to tension and the effort I was putting in, my legs were trembling slightly! My mother began to sense something was wrong; she realized my legs were spreading her own. She tried to move her legs away, but was powerless.

I quietly slipped my hand under my mother's skirt, and soon I touched her full thigh. She trembled as if electrocuted, glanced at me in surprise, then lowered her head, trying her best to avoid me, but daring not to cry out.

The skin-to-skin sensation through the stockings and my mother's delicate appearance further aroused my animalistic instincts and lust. I stretched out my right leg and thrust it even harder between my mother's legs, rubbing against her mons pubis. Her twisting body, trying to escape, put even more pressure on my right leg, and I could feel the intense heat of her mons pubis. The combination of my cold right knee peeking out from under my sweatpants and the heat of my mother's thigh, along with the friction of the stockings, gave me a strange sensation.

My left hand roamed over her slender waist and pink buttocks, while my right hand boldly reached between her legs and forcefully tore open my mother's pantyhose, reaching through the hole to touch her genitals through her underwear. Without thinking twice, I pushed my fingers further into her plump vulva, a surge of lust overwhelming me. I forcefully pressed my middle finger against her opening through her panties.

My mother's private parts were caught off guard and attacked again, letting out a muffled groan: "Mmm..."

My mother shifted uncomfortably, gently trying to free my hand, but I couldn't give up halfway. I immediately followed up, pressing myself tightly against my mother from the front, while my left hand forcefully wrapped around her slender waist, immobilizing her. Then, my right hand launched another attack on my mother.

My mother felt my bold hands constantly kneading the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs. Sometimes my hands would squeeze in deeply, making her feel immense pressure and my burning body temperature, pushing her long thighs open even wider; other times they would gently glide over the tips of the fine hairs, making her feel unbearably itchy.

A continuous stream of light, ethereal electricity pierced her inner thighs, seeping into her moist, tender flesh, swirling within the delicate folds of her vagina. It aroused her sensitive, erect, swollen clitoris, now fully exposed beyond its foreskin, causing waves of vaginal fluid to flow incessantly to the outside of her tender opening. At other times, it would forcefully squeeze the tender flesh encased in her stockings, causing her excruciating pain. She almost gave up resisting, allowing my lewd and indecent hands to grope her beautiful, shapely thighs.

As I kneaded the tender flesh of my mother's inner thighs, I slowly moved forward, gradually feeling the warm, moist radiation emanating from her. My heart suddenly pounded even harder. A soft, warm, moist sensation came from my fingertips. My mother's vaginal opening was already overflowing. I pushed my hand forward slightly and immediately felt an endless, gentle sinking in.

So this was my mother's vaginal opening! I felt an indescribable emotion. I never imagined that my fingers would be pressing against my mother's sweet, tender little opening. Although there was still a layer of underwear between them, it was completely soaked with her vaginal fluids and clung seamlessly to her labia majora. Only her erect clitoris cutely pushed against the soaked, semi-transparent white underwear.

Mom tried to move her waist, but her body didn't really obey her; it only trembled slightly. At that moment, the subway stopped briefly at the station, and another group of passengers boarded. There was no way to escape. Mom's body was suspended in the air, and her lower body, which I was touching, seemed to move in response.

Through the nylon underwear, I could feel the presence of Mom's mature, clam-like petals. I spread my fingers and gently caressed the inside of her jade-like thighs and between her thighs. As she trembled slightly, I couldn't resist caressing her mons pubis with my index and middle fingers through her semi-transparent white lace panties. Her warm, moist breath traveled through the tight lace to my fingertips.

My mother twisted her trembling body, pressing against my chest, her hips swaying as she desperately tried to escape. My hand persistently touched her genitals, playing with the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her panties like curling strands of hair. My penis no longer wanted to stay in my pants; it wanted to penetrate her vagina, rubbing against her body walls in a ravaging manner.

A lewd smile appeared on my face as I grabbed her panties and pulled them upwards forcefully. "Ugh..." My mother couldn't help but moan softly. The intense stimulation arched her back, her full buttocks pressing against my penis. I pulled my panties tighter and looser, constantly rubbing against the crevice between her petals.

I pressed the base of my penis, gently lifted my mother's skirt, and then attacked the depths of her cleft. My mother's whole body stiffened as my hot, erect penis rubbed against her beautiful, peach-like cleft. The chaotic pressure on my chest grew increasingly intense, and the swelling in my pants made me feel both afraid and excited. The intense lust of youth, full of fantasies, made me lose my rationality; no one could stop my desire.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, I was burning with lust. My right hand moved from her left hip inside my mother's white lace panties, my palm gently caressing her mons pubis, my right index and middle fingers playing with her labia... then rubbing her clitoris. As my right hand, with its five fingers spread, moved from her thigh to her crotch, her body involuntarily arched and twisted. I couldn't resist moving my entire hand inside her lace panties, and she trembled even more violently.

My mother grabbed my hand tightly, but I almost pulled her delicate hand into her panties as well.

Under my caresses, she slightly opened her mouth and moaned softly. I gently parted her labia with my fingers, and her lower body twisted slightly, a sweet fluid slowly seeping from between her labia; I pressed my fingers against her labia and rubbed them from side to side, and she tried to avoid me even more, but I held her firmly with my left hand.

I parted her labia with two fingers, pushed up the clitoral hood, and gently rubbed the exposed clitoris with my fingertips. This action made her unconsciously lift her buttocks and mons pubis. My fingertips traced upwards from the inside of her fully open petals. My mother's slender, snow-white neck arched back as she gasped for breath, her beautiful forehead adorned with stray hairs.

"No...don't..." a dreamlike moan escaped her lips.

Now that things had come to this, how could I give up halfway! My palm pressed rhythmically against my mother's wet vulva, feeling her vulva gently cling to my hand. My mother lowered her head and tried to push me away, but I pulled on her underwear. She stood resignedly in place, letting me play with her, unable to meet my gaze.

Seeing her reaction, I ravaged her with even greater confidence. I held my mother tightly to my chest, using my knees to pry her legs apart. Her legs were spread wide, and her vulva opened. My hands slowly roamed between her thighs, carefully caressing her. I discovered that her vulva was very full, with large, protruding labia minora.

Her pubic hair was thick and curly, covering her vulva. As her full thighs parted, I felt the cleft of her labia under her skirt. Under the soft downy hair, her clitoris was raised, and from that tender crevice, a cute little bean sprout shrank there.

I parted the petals with my fingers, pinched the pointed clitoris, and rubbed it with my index finger and thumb. My mother made a sound of distress, but she couldn't get rid of it. My fingers moved up and down, and the wet clitoris slowly emerged from the petals. The small bean protruded from the complex flesh walls. I stroked the clitoris and her vulva with my fingers. Her vulva felt so soft!

I occasionally poked her vulva with my middle and index fingers, stroking it up and down, pulling her clitoris, and spreading her labia apart. The small clitoris gradually swelled under my caresses. At this point, my mother was probably feeling considerable pleasure. Her vulva was covered with love juice, making my hands feel even more slippery.

My fingers followed the cleft, inserting one by one into my mother's vagina. After I fully inserted three fingers into my mother's warm, moist vagina, I used my little finger, which remained outside, to probe her anus, while my thumb caressed her clitoris. My mother tried to close her legs, but my knees prevented her from doing so.

My three fingers expanded inside her, and I inserted them into my mother's vagina, thrusting in and out. I felt my mother's vagina tightly holding my fingers, and her snow-white throat trembled. She was held by me and couldn't escape, so she had no choice but to give up resisting and let me play with her. I probed deeper with my fingers, and at this moment, honey-like fluid flowed out along my fingers, some of it flowing over her perineum and soaking into her underwear.

After playing around for a while, I began to carefully search for the G-spot described in the textbook. I patiently tried little by little... Finally, I found it! I discovered a small area about two finger joints deep above the vagina. Every time I stimulated this spot, Mom would shudder, and her vagina would tighten.

I began to concentrate my efforts, attacking this most sensitive and hidden G-spot again and again. With each strike of my fingers, Mom trembled, her body gradually going limp against me. I lifted her up with my left arm around her slender waist, while my right hand continued to play with her.

With each thrust and penetration, I felt my fingers tightening around her vaginal opening, her labia opening and closing with each stroke. As I played with her, I admired her semi-conscious state. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing penis, rubbing it between her thighs… Mmm… mmm… She couldn't bear the stimulation and moaned softly. I forgot everyone else was there. With the swaying of the carriage, my penis rubbed against her labia. Doing this in front of so many people provided extra stimulation, quickly bringing me to my climax. Soon after, I ejaculated onto her panties.

As soon as the subway pulled into the station, I let go of my delicate mother and, before she could react, quickly squeezed through the crowd, got off, and ran home.

When my mother returned home, she saw me sitting in the living room watching TV. True to her office lady persona, my mother had recovered from her nightmare and regained her usual calm and elegant demeanor. "

Come here," my mother stared into my eyes for a moment, then said, "I have something to tell you." "

What is it?" My heart skipped a beat. My mother was about to settle scores with me. What should I do? If my mother told my father, he would definitely kill me. "

You…you're so outrageous!"

My mother's beautiful face flushed red with agitation: "You actually…you did this to your mother!"

I hurriedly stood up, waving my hands and stammering, my face flushed, "Mom... I'm sorry... I... there's something... I... I'm ashamed to say it..." I put on a pitiful look. "

Is something wrong? Tell Mom." Seeing my face turn bright red, Mom's anger turned to confusion. "What's there to be ashamed of? What's wrong?" Mom patted the seat next to her, gesturing for me to sit beside her. "

If I tell the truth, Mom can't laugh at me!" I made up my mind, wearing a pained expression, and sat down next to Mom. "

Of course! Mom definitely won't laugh at you, hurry up and tell me!" My words piqued Mom's curiosity.

Uh… I've been having trouble sleeping lately.

Insomnia! Why?

I feel restless, dizzy, and sometimes even have suicidal thoughts.

There have been a lot of suicides among middle school students lately, and I get impulsive suicidal thoughts at the slightest setback. So my mom was quite startled, and her scolding turned into concern: "I understand how you feel. Tell me so we can solve the problem properly." My mom leaned close to my knees, gently patted my thigh, and encouraged me to speak.

I was secretly pleased, but my face showed melancholy: "I feel like I'm going crazy. Whenever I see a girl from my school, my blood turns to mush, and I feel like I'm about to explode!"

My mother nodded deeply: "It's normal for teenagers in puberty to be interested in the opposite sex. Don't take it to heart. Was it because of this that you acted this way towards me?"

"Yes... But, Mom, I really want to see women's bodies, I even want to run out in the middle of the night and molest women.

" "Absolutely not! Doing that will ruin your life!" my mother exclaimed. "That's why I've been desperately trying to restrain myself. How is a woman's body different from a man's? I've been stubbornly clinging to this idea."

"Mom, what should I do?"

My mother was speechless for a moment, overwhelmed by my questioning. She understood my worries, but didn't know how to express them.

Just once, let me take a good look at a woman's body. Maybe that will make me feel much more relaxed and able to study in peace. I looked at her with innocent curiosity. "

You want to see a woman's genitals, right?"

Mom asked, trying to sound calm. "Would you feel much more at ease knowing the differences between their genitals and men's?"

"Yes! That's it."

Mom considered for a moment, then resolutely stood up and locked the door. It seemed she had been persuaded and was prepared to grit her teeth and use her body as a teaching tool for her son. Solving her son's troubles was equivalent to solving everyone's troubles, wasn't it?

Mom's genitals are for reference; hopefully, after seeing them, you won't have any more troubles, understand?

The room immediately became somewhat dark after the curtains were drawn. Needing light for education, Mom turned on the wall lamp.

She took off her high heels, lifted her skirt, and pulled her pantyhose and underwear down to her knees. The torn pantyhose and wet underwear I had made immediately excited me.

Mom's cheeks flushed: "Alright! You're only allowed to look!" Lying back on the sofa, Mom's lower body was exposed, her legs slowly spreading, revealing her private parts to her son.

My throat tightened, I swallowed, and leaned my head between Mom's knees, hot breath escaping from my nostrils.

Indeed, it was a very alluring pose. What came into view was my mother's high, rounded mons pubis and neat, glossy pubic hair, while her labia minora were slightly parted from their tightly closed vulva… By the bright light in the room, I spread my mother's thighs apart and looked closely at her soft pubic hair, beautiful labia, and tightly closed anus.

Wow! This is the female genitalia! My mother's genitals are so beautiful!

I gazed at the clitoris, a shy little bean sprout peeking out from the top of her vulva. My warm breath fell on her vulva, and my mother trembled slightly.

Is it done? My mother sat up, her cheeks flushed, exposing her genitals—a sight even her husband had never seen so closely—to her son…

“Mom, let me look again, there’s still something I don’t understand.” I quickly grasped my mother’s slender foot, encased in stockings, with my left hand, causing her to lie back down helplessly. Then, my fingers gently peeled back the thin skin, revealing a small, adorable pink clitoris.

I grasped the trembling bud, and my mother unconsciously arched her back. Ah! A soft moan escaped her throat, for I had grasped her sensitive clitoris.

“Mom! What is this protruding bud?” I asked innocently, while gently rubbing my mother’s clitoris with my fingers.

“Oh!” That's the clitoris, also... called... clitoral... Ouch! ...Don't touch it!

I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to! Like a naive child, I immediately stopped, but couldn't bear to let go of what I was touching, so I stubbornly touched it for a while before gently letting go.

Mom! What are those two drooping fleshy parts on the left and right? So many wrinkles! I gently moved Mom's labia again. Hmm... those are the labia majora, ah... don't touch them!

My fingers kept stroking her labia, and Mom resisted slightly, but because I had lifted her legs, she couldn't dodge. Mom's labia were thick and soft, and felt very smooth.

"Mom, what's this called?"

My insistence on confirming every sensation with my fingers before questioning her seemed to exasperate her, and her bottom would often sway involuntarily. "

That…that's the labia minora. Are you all better yet?"

My mother's breathing grew more rapid: "Are you all better…?

But there are still so many things I don't understand."

As I spoke, I inserted my finger into my mother's secret place again, playing with it incessantly: "Mom! What's this little hole for?"

"Ah! …Ah…" My mother's body twisted violently: "This is the urethra.

Is it where urine comes out?"

"Yes! …Yes! Don't touch it…Hey! Stop playing…" As soon as my finger left, my mother's lower abdomen rippled like waves.

"Mom, there's a pink little hole here, what's it for?" I parted Mom's labia, revealing her beautiful vulva.

Mom's mysterious opening opened, and I saw the glistening red walls of flesh filled with honey-like fluid. I brought my face close to Mom's vulva, smelling the strong scent of honey-like fluid. I could no longer control my desire. When Mom couldn't see, I gently licked her vulva with my tongue. The overflowing fluid began to become sticky, giving me a sour taste.

Then I slowly slid my fingers into Mom's vagina. After my play, her vagina was already very wet and slippery, and my fingers easily moved in and out of Mom's honeyed hole.

Ah! "...No, you can't touch that...that's the birth canal...don't touch it!" "Ouch!" "Pull your finger out!" Mom screamed.

"Oh! The birth canal...Mom gave birth to me from here, didn't she?" I said, twisting my finger, inserted into Mom's petals, like a stirrer.

The petals, open in the wetness, involuntarily clamped down on the unreasonable learner. My middle finger was already inside, the soft flesh completely wrapped around it. As I stirred inside, the wet flesh had a strong elasticity, as if trying to suck my finger in. I was not only surprised, but also somewhat moved, that my beautiful, middle-aged mother, a mother of two, had such a sensitive vagina.

My mother's beautiful face flushed and paled, her legs trembled, and a trickle of vaginal fluid slowly escaped. "Mom! You're acting so strange! There's so much fluid coming out of your vagina!" "Mom, what's wrong with you?

It's all your fault…it's all because you touched me like that…that's why I'm like this." "

Just playing with my fingers will cause this?" I inserted my fingers into my mother's vagina again, repeatedly rubbing the vaginal walls while simultaneously massaging her engorged clitoris.

This constant repetition wore down Mom's strength, and suddenly she arched her back to allow my fingers to penetrate deeper. Mom was in a semi-conscious state.

Ouch! ...Don't dig anymore...I can't take it anymore...Mom tried to pull herself together several times, but I grabbed her legs and lifted them high, powerless to resist my manipulation.

My mother's vagina presented a very lewd sight. Her parted labia, under the forceful insertion of my fingers, turned a bright red color, revealing the inner walls covered in sticky, lustful fluid. There was a round hole in the middle, the place where my fingers had passed. My fingers not only went in and out of my mother's vagina, but also reached into the cleft of her buttocks. My fingertips explored my mother's anus up and down. When I caressed my mother's anus, her body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. Seeing my mother's strong reaction, I felt very satisfied. I used my fingers to scoop up the nectar from her vagina and smeared it on her anus, continuing to rub it.

Ah…no…Mom’s chrysanthemum bud, which no other man, not even Dad, might have had the chance to violate, was now being wantonly dug and ravaged by my fingers. Mom’s exposed genitals were being randomly touched and dug at by my fingers; my confused emotions were being pushed towards a surge of intense desire, my body convulsed, and my body temperature rose higher and higher.

Mom’s upper body arched backward, while her full buttocks twisted; her beautiful black hair was completely disheveled, and her usually dignified and beautiful face, like a violet, displayed an almost disbelieving, seductive expression. Mom couldn’t help but moan, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing.

Suddenly, the wall clock chimed; it was already seven o’clock in the evening. Mom snapped out of her daze, jerking off my grasp: "Alright, your father will be back soon. That's enough. You know enough. Mom needs to make dinner."

She quickly regained her composure, dressing and putting on her shoes while advising me to focus my energy elsewhere, saying that my sexual urges were just puberty and would pass in a while.

Just then, we heard the sound of keys turning in the door; Dad was home. Mom was already in the kitchen, busy preparing dinner.

(III) In the following days, whenever I had the chance, I would hug my mother from behind and press my swollen penis against her buttocks through her clothes. I would also desperately poke and poke her anus through her skirt or pants. Or I would slip under the table to get a good look at what was under her skirt and deliberately touch her beautiful legs in stockings.

Sometimes, when my mother was cooking and not paying attention, I would pretend to help and secretly peek at her sexy panties and sheer stockings under her tight skirt through a small mirror. Sometimes, if I was lucky, I could even lie down and peek directly. Being able to masturbate while peeking at what was under my mother's skirt was really great!

One noon, I returned home and saw my mother's back as she cooked in the kitchen. She was still wearing her work outfit, which consisted of my favorite pink short jacket and a slightly transparent white shirt. Her lower body was covered by a light white silk skirt, and sheer flesh-colored stockings adorned her slender, beautiful legs, which aroused endless fantasies (how wonderful it would be to push my mother down on the stove and rape her like in an adult film). My pants unconsciously bulged in response to my fantasies.

I first crouched down behind my mother, peeking at the top of her beautiful legs. I noticed she was wearing white bottoms today—a white lace-trimmed pantyhose with alluring white garter belts and flesh-colored stockings. This made my penis swell even more; I really wanted to penetrate her from behind.

Suddenly, I thought of a way to satisfy my desire. So I quietly left the kitchen, unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and loudly announced to my mother: "I'm home!" Before Mom could turn around, I ran over and hugged her from behind: "Mom, today I solved a math problem for everyone, and the teacher praised my method, saying I'm very smart!"

(Wow, Mom smells so good, and the feeling of my penis rubbing against her silk skirt is so nice!) I pressed my legs against Mom's beautiful legs, gently rubbing against her legs in her sheer flesh-colored stockings. So good!!

"That's great," Mom said, "Keep it up!"

(Oh, I'll keep doing this.) Slowly moving my hips, I pressed my penis against the crevice between my mother's two fleshy buttocks through her silk skirt, moving it up and down incessantly, gradually pressing my semen-filled penis against the area of my busy mother's vulva from behind.

Hmm, okay, I'll keep doing this.

(It feels so good to keep doing this; the opening at the tip of my thick glans has already leaked some semen due to the excessive stimulation.) Are you feeling unwell? Why are you moving around like this, and why are your voices sounding strange? My mother asked me with concern. (It feels so good, ah…!) It's nothing, Mom, my body just feels a little itchy for some reason; I guess I got bitten by mosquitoes. Afraid my mother would notice, I quickly pulled my still trembling, swollen little brother back into my pants. "

Mom, I'm going back to my study to read."

Back in my room, I sat down at my desk, recalling the indecent act, and began to masturbate. Just as I was about to reach climax, I suddenly heard my mother call me: "Dinner's ready."

After lunch, Mom went to take a nap, but I couldn't fall asleep. Dad wasn't home today, so I thought… I quietly approached my parents' bedroom door. The door wasn't closed properly, and I saw my mother fast asleep. She was still wearing her usual clothes, only a blanket was covering her stomach. Her snow-white legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were exposed, making me swallow hard. Plus, I had just masturbated; it was practically torture!

Driven by curiosity, I cautiously tried to peek at what underwear she was wearing, but her legs were tightly closed, and I couldn't peek through her skirt. A wicked thought crossed my mind: if she was sound asleep, I could secretly lift her skirt without her noticing.

I gently called "Mom," but she didn't respond. Still unsure if she was asleep, I pretended to cover her with the blanket, but she didn't move. I gently patted her, but still no movement. My heart was pounding, I felt like I was suffocating. I took a deep breath, reached for her skirt, and carefully flipped it over her stomach. Perhaps she was too tired and was sleeping soundly, as she didn't stir.

The short skirt lifted, revealing my mother's almost dazzlingly sexy thighs, making me almost forget to breathe. My mother was wearing extremely thin, flesh-colored stockings that hugged her sexy thighs, only reaching a few centimeters below the groin, with two white garter straps. Between her legs was a high-slit pantyhose, revealing pubic hair through the white lace trim.

My mother's white panties had a small flower on the waistline below her navel, and surprisingly, the pubic area was cut out! A few fine, not very curly pubic hairs peeked out. Upon closer inspection, near the dark pubic hair, the thin, semi-transparent panties clung tightly to her vulva, fully revealing the shape of her labia, exuding an incredibly lewd aura.

When I gently touched my mother's lips with my fingers, even through the panties, I could still feel the heat and softness of her mature, clam-like labia.

My mother had a well-proportioned figure and a beautiful face. I stole a glance at her; her lips were thin and very moist, making one want to kiss them. Her cheeks were flushed with a slight blush, so beautiful! Her legs were so white and straight. I couldn't resist sneaking another peek at my mother's private parts; and I really wanted to touch them again to see if they were as soft as they had been the other day (duh!). Anyway, it wouldn't hurt for her son to play with her lower body a little more, right?

So I put my mother's skirt away, pretended to cover her with a blanket, and gently took my mother's small, soft feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, in my hands and stroked and played with them. My mother didn't move. My mother's feet were less than five inches long, with neatly arranged toes, and a beautiful and charming shape. Her shapely feet fit perfectly in my hand, soft and supple against the stockings, a truly delightful sensation. I couldn't resist

touching them. Then I wanted to touch my mother's breasts. I quietly covered her skirt, my fingertips trembling as I unbuttoned her top. With the slightest, gentle touch, I lifted it, finally reaching her chest. My mother was wearing a bikini-style bra, shaped like an "8." The rounded cups were perfectly filled by her full breasts, covering them without the unnatural look of some women who, lacking substance, deliberately wear larger sizes to conceal it.

The rounded cups were slightly pointed—those must be her nipples. I opened my mouth, too nervous to speak, and slowly rose closer to her, my arms involuntarily reaching out, my palms cupped together, only a centimeter away from her breasts. I didn't dare to touch them, but instead, from a distance, I gently stroked them along their shape, imagining my hands caressing her breasts. My breathing was rapid, and I almost wanted to reach down and fondle her full breasts, then slip my hands inside to grasp her enigmatic nipples.

I held my breath and quickly touched my mother's breast. To my relief, she didn't react. So I placed my whole palm on her breast. Wow! So big! Even through the thin barrier, the soft, warm sensation violently disrupted my breathing, and my mind went blank.

I squeezed it a little, but my mother didn't move. I squeezed harder… Haha, she really was asleep. But business was more important. I quickly ran to lift her skirt and gently opened her legs. My mother was wearing white lace panties, so thin and transparent that they vaguely revealed the shape of her pubic hair.

With her honeyed vulva barely visible, I suddenly became frantic, frantically exploring with my tongue. I pushed aside the thin fabric and headed straight for my mother's plump labia. A faint scent of vaginal fluid at the entrance stimulated my senses of taste and smell, further arousing me. I teased my mother's vulva with the tip of my tongue. At this moment, my mother let out a moan. She was probably having a wet dream; she hadn't woken up.

Now the problem was, how could I see my mother's vulva? So I gently spread her legs wider, then carefully knelt between them, leaning down to try and pull the part of her panties covering her vulva to the side. It was a little tight, so I grabbed the bottom edge of her panties and pulled them down a bit. Now I finally had enough space. With my left hand, I carefully pulled her panties from under her crotch to her left, revealing her entire vulva.

I finally saw my mother's vulva again… I pressed my face close to it, wanting to see it all. Her labia majora were slightly parted, and I saw two pink labia minora inside. My eyes were fixed on the velvety edges of her labia, and I couldn't resist placing two fingers on either side of the cleft, slowly parting the closed petals, like a flower suddenly blooming.

Unfolding the flesh-colored mucous membrane, I saw my mother's clitoris. I carefully parted it a little more, revealing a moist, glistening, bright red opening surrounded by flesh-colored tissue. My mother's vagina was truly beautiful! I sniffed it; it had a sweet scent.

I pressed my cheek against my mother's deep triangle, slowly moving my head back and forth, letting her dark, soft pubic hair rub against my skin. I couldn't resist the urge to lick my mother's vulva like in adult films, so I gently licked her clitoris, my tongue circling around it.

Strangely, even in her sleep, Mom was leaking vaginal fluid. So, while she was wet with it, I reached out and carefully touched her labia majora and minora. It was a strange feeling—warm, soft, and slippery.

Gradually, her vaginal fluid soaked the sheets, and I even started to get excited and wanted to ejaculate immediately.

I easily parted Mom's engorged labia and poked at her plump vulva. My fingers moved upwards, touching the woman's sensitive clitoris. My fingers went all the way in and finally touched the cervix. I circled the cervix with my fingertips, and Mom, in her sleep, was so excited that her entire hips rose and fell gently with my hands.

So I climbed upwards, supporting my weight with my left hand, and pulled out my rock-hard penis. I rubbed it against the crevice of her vulva, and the touch of her thick pubic hair made it swell even more; when I touched my mother's honeyed hole, which was flowing with nectar, it swelled to its maximum size. I felt it was so soft and slippery, and I longed to thrust inside her.

Suddenly, my mother stirred, and I realized she seemed to be waking up, so I quickly slipped under the bed. When my mother woke up, she seemed a little surprised, but thankfully she hadn't noticed my presence. My mother went out for a while, and when she came back, she was still muttering: "Why didn't this child take a nap today and just ran off?" Little did she know that I was under her bed, masturbating while thinking about her beautiful vulva!

My name is A-Guang, and I'm seventeen years old. My mother is forty and works as a doctor. She maintains a great figure and has a beautiful face, making her very eye-catching on the street. For a long time, my mother has been the object of my sexual fantasies, until one day… That afternoon, after shopping with my mother, we took the subway home. The train was crowded. I stood there with my head down, looking at my mother's beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, full of soft beauty and incredibly shapely. Looking further up, I saw an alluring pencil skirt, a tight white shirt, and above the neckline, a fair, pink neck. She had beautiful hair, sensual lips, large, watery eyes, and slender, dark eyebrows. My mother possessed a mature beauty, more captivating than a young girl, radiating the charm of a mature woman.

Looking at her, I saw long, slender legs beneath her skirt, full thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings, exuding a mature woman's softness. Unable to resist the temptation, I pretended to drop my keys and bent down to peek under her skirt. I could see that my mother's underwear was white and semi-transparent, embroidered with elegant lace. The fabric was thin and transparent, and through it, pubic hair and the slightly raised mons pubis were clearly visible.

Seeing my mother's panties clinging tightly to her white genitals, my heart felt like it would explode. After standing up, my mind was filled with thoughts of my mother's genitals.

After a while, unable to resist the temptation, I pretended to tie my shoelaces, squatted down, and prepared to… but then I saw something unbelievable: I saw a hand roaming inside my mother's skirt, her thighs constantly shifting position, seemingly desperately trying to escape.

Whose hand was that? I wondered to myself. The more I thought about it, the less I could believe what I was seeing: a sleazy-looking old man was pressed tightly against my mother's back. His left hand had already slipped under her armpit, unbuttoning a button on the front of her shirt and reaching inside. His right hand was groping between her legs. My mother was holding onto a handrail with one hand and carrying her purse with the other, so she had no way to resist, and because the old man was holding her so tightly, she was powerless to escape.

No wonder my mother looked so uncomfortable. As I thought this, I stared intently at that hand.

His hand was scratching outside her white lace panties. The area between her legs was already wet. His index finger and thumb pinched and rubbed her most sensitive spot. To avoid being violated, she kept her legs tightly closed, afraid that the slightest loosening would allow his fingers to penetrate her. This sight made me hard without realizing it.

My mother's legs were very shapely. Although she had two children, she was still a beautiful woman, retaining her charm. This was the first time I had seen my mother's legs so closely; my eyes were burning with desire, and I almost couldn't resist wanting to devour them… This was much better than any pornographic film!

The old man suddenly pulled his left hand out of his mother's clothes and quickly stuffed something he was clutching into his pocket. I thought it looked like a bra... his mother's bra! Sure enough, his mother's firm nipples were visible through the thin shirt.

The old man again put his left hand inside his mother's shirt and played with her nipples, while his right hand gradually slipped inside his mother's socks and panties, quickly and slowly pulling them down to her knees and pulling her underwear to the side. The old man rubbed his mother's breasts with his left hand, while his right hand was not idle either, reaching down to play with his mother's vulva.

I stared wide-eyed at my mother's most secret place. As the old man probed and teased, my mother seemed unable to restrain herself any longer; her legs gradually spread wider and wider, trembling slightly. Through the old man's fingers, I saw my mother's two bright red labia sliding back and forth in his hand, the lustful fluid seeping from the cleft wetting his fingers completely.

The old man pressed his entire palm against my mother's vulva, rubbing it a few times, and then wiped the wet lustful fluid onto the thick, shiny black pubic hair below my mother's abdomen. My mother frantically twisted her body, trying to get rid of that hand. To me, it looked as if she was rubbing her vulva against his dirty hand, making my penis hard and bulging in the front of my pants. I watched the man fondle my mother's genitals while my eyes leered at the delicious-looking vagina in front of me.

My mother tried to remain calm, painfully trying to hide the intense desire in her lower body. At this moment, the hand was not idle either, raising its fingers to try to penetrate my mother's vagina. My mother desperately squeezed her legs together to resist the lewd act, but the man harassing her used his feet to forcefully spread her thighs apart so that his fingers could be inserted into her warm and wet vagina.

I suddenly realized I should be saving my mother, not watching—how could I let this lecherous old man rape her! I straightened up, moved closer to the old man harassing my mother, and stomped on his foot hard. He endured the excruciating pain, immediately pulled his hand back, and glared at me angrily. My mother took the opportunity to adjust her pants, socks, and shirt. I glared back at the old man, who quickly became flustered and got off at the nearest stop.

A lot of people got on at this stop, and I was pushed by the crowd, ending up pressed against my mother from the front. The contact with her soft, full body made my heart race. Because of the crowd, I could only press even closer to her. She seemed to notice my restless movements and gently swayed her body. Oh no! Her inner thigh was pressed against my penis. I felt my penis gradually become engorged and erect… Ah… Mom… so elastic… My slowly hardening penis was pressing against my mother's genitals. My mother instinctively tried to pull away, but the train was too crowded to avoid it. The friction only stimulated my penis, making it even harder, almost reaching under her skirt.

The penis inside my underwear pressed against my mother's elastic vulva, which had just been played with. Ah... my mother's soft flesh, if only I could touch it... But what if my mother screamed... wouldn't I... No, when my mother was being harassed just now...

as long as I'm careful... My desire was already rising high, burning me like fire. Once lust arose, I couldn't care less about anything else and gradually began to press my legs against the inside of my mother's thighs. Slowly, very slowly, I exerted my strength, gradually spreading my mother's beautiful legs apart... but I was still hesitant, moving so slowly it was almost imperceptible. Due to tension and the effort I was putting in, my legs were trembling slightly! My mother began to sense something was wrong; she realized my legs were spreading her own. She tried to move her legs away, but was powerless.

I quietly slipped my hand under my mother's skirt, and soon I touched her full thigh. She trembled as if electrocuted, glanced at me in surprise, then lowered her head, trying her best to avoid me, but daring not to cry out.

The skin-to-skin sensation through the stockings and my mother's delicate appearance further aroused my animalistic instincts and lust. I stretched out my right leg and thrust it forcefully between my mother's legs, rubbing against her mons pubis. Her twisting body, trying to escape, put even more pressure on my right leg, and I could feel the intense heat of her mons pubis. The combination of my cold right knee peeking out from under my sweatpants and the heat of my mother's thigh, along with the friction of the stockings, gave me a strange sensation.

My left hand roamed over her slender waist and pink buttocks, while my right hand boldly reached between her legs and forcefully tore open my mother's pantyhose, reaching through the hole to touch her genitals through her underwear. Without thinking twice, I pushed my fingers further into her plump vulva, a surge of lust overwhelming me. I forcefully pressed my middle finger against her opening through her panties.

My mother's private parts were caught off guard and attacked again, letting out a muffled groan: "Mmm..."

My mother shifted uncomfortably, gently trying to free her hand, but I couldn't give up halfway. I immediately followed up, pressing myself tightly against my mother from the front, while my left hand forcefully wrapped around her slender waist, immobilizing her. Then, my right hand launched another attack on my mother.

My mother felt my bold hands constantly kneading the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs. Sometimes my hands would squeeze in deeply, making her feel immense pressure and my burning body temperature, pushing her long thighs open even wider; other times they would gently glide over the tips of the fine hairs, making her feel unbearably itchy.

A continuous stream of light, ethereal electricity pierced her inner thighs, seeping into her moist, tender flesh, swirling within the delicate folds of her vagina. It aroused her sensitive, erect, swollen clitoris, now fully exposed beyond its foreskin, causing waves of vaginal fluid to flow incessantly to the outside of her tender opening. At other times, it would forcefully squeeze the tender flesh encased in her stockings, causing her excruciating pain. She almost gave up resisting, allowing my lewd and indecent hands to grope her beautiful, shapely thighs.

As I kneaded the tender flesh of my mother's inner thighs, I slowly moved forward, gradually feeling the warm, moist radiation emanating from her. My heart suddenly pounded even harder. A soft, warm, moist sensation came from my fingertips. My mother's vaginal opening was already overflowing. I pushed my hand forward slightly and immediately felt an endless, gentle sinking in.

So this was my mother's vaginal opening! I felt an indescribable emotion. I never imagined that my fingers would be pressing against my mother's sweet, tender little opening. Although there was still a layer of underwear between them, it was completely soaked with her vaginal fluids and clung seamlessly to her labia majora. Only her erect clitoris cutely pushed against the soaked, semi-transparent white underwear.

Mom tried to move her waist, but her body didn't really obey her; it only trembled slightly. At that moment, the subway stopped briefly at the station, and another group of passengers boarded. There was no way to escape. Mom's body was suspended in the air, and her lower body, which I was touching, seemed to move in response.

Through the nylon underwear, I could feel the presence of Mom's mature, clam-like petals. I spread my fingers and gently caressed the inside of her jade-like thighs and between her thighs. As she trembled slightly, I couldn't resist caressing her mons pubis with my index and middle fingers through her semi-transparent white lace panties. Her warm, moist breath traveled through the tight lace to my fingertips.

My mother twisted her trembling body, pressing against my chest, her hips swaying as she desperately tried to escape. My hand persistently touched her genitals, playing with the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her panties like curling strands of hair. My penis no longer wanted to stay in my pants; it wanted to penetrate her vagina, rubbing against her body walls in a ravaging manner.

A lewd smile appeared on my face as I grabbed her panties and pulled them upwards forcefully. "Ugh..." My mother couldn't help but moan softly. The intense stimulation arched her back, her full buttocks pressing against my penis. I pulled my panties tighter and looser, constantly rubbing against the crevice between her petals.

I pressed the base of my penis, gently lifted my mother's skirt, and then attacked the depths of her cleft. My mother's whole body stiffened as my hot, erect penis rubbed against her beautiful, peach-like cleft. The chaotic pressure on my chest grew increasingly intense, and the swelling in my pants made me feel both afraid and excited. The intense lust of youth, full of fantasies, made me lose my rationality; no one could stop my desire.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, I was burning with lust. My right hand moved from her left hip inside my mother's white lace panties, my palm gently caressing her mons pubis, my right index and middle fingers playing with her labia... then rubbing her clitoris. As my right hand, with its five fingers spread, moved from her thigh to her crotch, her body involuntarily arched and twisted. I couldn't resist moving my entire hand inside her lace panties, and she trembled even more violently.

My mother grabbed my hand tightly, but I almost pulled her delicate hand into her panties as well.

Under my caresses, she slightly opened her mouth and moaned softly. I gently parted her labia with my fingers, and her lower body twisted slightly, a sweet fluid slowly seeping from between her labia; I pressed my fingers against her labia and rubbed them from side to side, and she tried to avoid me even more, but I held her firmly with my left hand.

I parted her labia with two fingers, pushed up the clitoral hood, and gently rubbed the exposed clitoris with my fingertips. This action made her unconsciously lift her buttocks and mons pubis. My fingertips traced upwards from the inside of her fully open petals. My mother's slender, snow-white neck arched back as she gasped for breath, her beautiful forehead adorned with stray hairs.

"No...don't..." a dreamlike moan escaped her lips.

Now that things had come to this, how could I give up halfway! My palm pressed rhythmically against my mother's wet vulva, feeling her vulva gently cling to my hand. My mother lowered her head and tried to push me away, but I pulled on her underwear. She stood resignedly in place, letting me play with her, unable to meet my gaze.

Seeing her reaction, I ravaged her with even greater confidence. I held my mother tightly to my chest, using my knees to pry her legs apart. Her legs were spread wide, and her vulva opened. My hands slowly roamed between her thighs, carefully caressing her. I discovered that her vulva was very full, with large, protruding labia minora.

Her pubic hair was thick and curly, covering her vulva. As her full thighs parted, I felt the cleft of her labia under her skirt. Under the soft downy hair, her clitoris was raised, and from that tender crevice, a cute little bean sprout shrank there.

I parted the petals with my fingers, pinched the pointed bud, and rubbed it with my index finger and thumb. My mother made a sound of distress, but she couldn't get rid of it. As my fingers moved up and down, the wet bud slowly emerged from the petals. The small bean protruded from the complex fleshy walls. I stroked the bud and her vulva with my fingers. Her vulva felt so soft!

I occasionally poked her clitoris with my middle and index fingers, stroking it up and down, pulling on her clitoris, and spreading her labia apart. Her small clitoris gradually swelled under my caresses. By this time, Mom was probably experiencing considerable pleasure; her vulva was covered in vaginal fluid, making my touch even more slippery.

I inserted my fingers one by one into Mom's vagina along the cleft. After three of my fingers were fully inside her warm, moist vagina, I used my little finger to probe her anus, while my thumb teased her clitoris. Mom tried to close her legs, but my knees prevented her. My

three fingers expanded inside her, and I inserted them into Mom's vagina, thrusting in and out. I felt my mother's vagina tightly gripping my fingers, her snow-white throat trembling. She was held tightly, unable to escape, and had no choice but to give up resisting, letting me play with her. I probed deeper with my fingers, and a honey-like fluid flowed down them, some running down her perineum and soaking into her underwear.

After playing for a while, I began to carefully search for the G-spot described in textbooks. I patiently tried little by little… Finally, I found it! I discovered a small area about two finger-knuckles deep inside her vagina. Every time I stimulated this spot, my mother would shudder, and her vagina would tighten.

I began to concentrate my efforts, attacking this most sensitive and most hidden G-spot again and again. With each thrust of my fingers, Mom trembled, her body gradually going limp against me. I lifted her up, my left arm around her slender waist, while my right hand continued to caress her.

With each thrust, I felt my fingers tighten around her vaginal opening, her labia opening and closing with each stroke. As I played with her, I admired her semi-conscious state. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing penis, rubbing it between her thighs... Mmm... Mmm... She couldn't bear the stimulation and moaned softly. I had forgotten everyone else's presence. As the train swayed, my penis rubbed back and forth against my mother's labia. Doing this in front of so many people provided an extra thrill, quickly bringing me to my climax. Soon after, I ejaculated onto my mother's underwear.

As soon as the subway stopped, I released my delicate mother and, before she could react, quickly slipped through the crowd, got off, and ran home.

When my mother returned home, she saw me sitting in the living room watching TV. True to her profession, my mother had recovered from the nightmare and regained her usual calm and elegant demeanor.

"Come here," Mom stared into my eyes for a moment, then said, "I have something to tell you." "

What is it?" My heart skipped a beat. Mom was about to settle scores with me. What should I do? If Mom told Dad, he'd kill me. "

You...you're so outrageous!"

Mom's beautiful face flushed red with emotion: "You actually...did this to your mother!"

I hurriedly stood up, waving my hands and stammering, my face burning red: "Mom...today...I'm sorry...I...there's something...I...I feel ashamed to say it..." I put on a pitiful expression. "

Is something wrong? Tell Mom." Seeing my face turn bright red, Mom's anger turned to confusion. "What's there to be ashamed of?" "What's wrong?" Mom patted the spot next to her, gesturing for me to sit beside her.

If I tell the truth, Mom can't laugh at me! My mind was made up; I sat down next to Mom with a pained expression on my face. "

Of course! Mom definitely won't laugh at you, so hurry up and tell me!" Mom's curiosity was piqued.

"Uh… I've been having trouble sleeping lately."

Insomnia! Why?

I feel restless, dizzy, and sometimes I even have suicidal thoughts.

There have been many suicides among middle school students lately. They're prone to suicidal thoughts at the slightest setback, so my mother was quite startled. Her initial accusations turned into concern: "I understand how you feel. Tell me so we can resolve this properly." My mother leaned close to my knees, gently patting my thigh to encourage me to speak.

I was secretly pleased, but my face showed melancholy: "I feel like I'm going crazy. Whenever I see a girl from my school, my blood boils, I feel like I'm about to explode!"

My mother nodded deeply: "It's normal for teenagers in puberty to be interested in the opposite sex. Don't take it to heart. This time, your actions towards me… were they because of this?"

"Yes… but, Mom, I really want to see women's bodies, I even want to run out in the middle of the night and molest women."

"Absolutely not! Doing that will ruin your life!" Mom exclaimed. That's why I've been desperately holding back. I've stubbornly clung to the idea that a woman's body is different from a man's. "

Mom, what should I do?"

My question left Mom speechless for a moment. She understood my worries, but didn't know how to express them. "

Just once, let me see a woman's body closely. Maybe that will make me feel much better and allow me to study in peace." I asked innocently and curiously. "

You want to see a woman's genitals, right?"

Mom asked, trying to sound calm. "Will knowing the differences between their genitals and men's make you feel much better?" "

Yes! That's it."

After a moment's thought, Mom resolutely stood up and locked the door. It seemed I had persuaded her, and she was ready to grit her teeth and use her body as a teaching tool to educate her son. Solving her son's troubles was equivalent to solving everyone's troubles, wasn't it?

Mom's genitals are for reference; hopefully, after seeing them, you won't have any more troubles, understand?

The room, with the curtains drawn, immediately became somewhat dark. For the education, light was needed, so Mom turned on the wall lamp.

Mom took off her high heels, lifted her short skirt, and then pulled her pantyhose and underwear down to her knees. The torn pantyhose and wet underwear I had made immediately excited me.

My mother's cheeks flushed: "Alright! You're only allowed to look!" Lying on the sofa, my mother's lower body was exposed, her legs slowly spreading, revealing her private parts to her son.

My throat tightened, I swallowed, and leaned my head between my mother's knees, my hot breath escaping from my nostrils.

Indeed, it was an incredibly alluring pose. What met my eyes was my mother's high, rounded mons pubis and neat, glossy pubic hair, while her labia minora were slightly parted from their tightly closed vulva… Under the bright light of the room, I spread my mother's thighs apart and looked closely at her soft pubic hair, beautiful labia, and tightly closed anus.

Wow! This is the female genitalia! Mom's genitals are so beautiful!

I gazed at the tiny clitoris, shyly peeking out from the top of Mom's vulva. My breath warmed her vulva, and she trembled slightly. "

Is it done?" Mom sat up, her cheeks flushed, revealing her genitals—something even her husband hadn't observed so closely—to her son… "

Mom, let me look again, there's still something I don't understand." I quickly grasped Mom's stocking-clad foot with my left hand, forcing her to lie back down. Then, my fingers gently peeled back the thin skin, revealing the pink clitoris, small and adorable.

I grasped the trembling clitoris, and Mom's hips arched upwards unintentionally—ah! A soft moan escaped my throat, for I had grasped a sensitive bud.

"Mom! What's this protruding fleshy bud?" I asked innocently, while gently rubbing my mother's clitoris with my fingers.

"Oh! That's the clitoris, also...called...clitoral...Ouch! ...Don't touch it like that!" "

I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to!" Like a naive child, I immediately stopped, but reluctant to let go of what I was touching, stubbornly stroking it for a while before gently releasing it. "

Mom! What are these two drooping fleshy parts on either side? So many wrinkles!" I gently parted my mother's labia again. "Mmm...those are the labia majora, ah...don't touch them like that!"

My fingers kept stroking her labia. Mom resisted slightly, but because her legs were raised, she couldn't dodge. Mom's labia were thick and soft, and felt very smooth. "

Mom, what's this called?"

Mom seemed a little helpless at my insistence on confirming everything with my fingers before questioning her, and her buttocks often swayed involuntarily.

"That...that's the labia minora, are you done yet?"

Mom's breathing became more and more rapid: "Are you done yet...?

But there are still many things I don't understand."

As I spoke, I put my fingers into Mom's secret place again, continuing to play with them: "Mom! What's this little hole for?"

"Ah! ...Ah..." Mom's body twisted violently: "This is the urethra."

Is this where the urine comes out?

Yes! ...Yes! Don't touch me like that...Hey! Don't play around... As soon as my fingers left, Mom's lower abdomen rippled like waves.

Mom, there's a pink little hole here, what's it for? I parted Mom's labia, and Mom's beautiful fleshy hole was fully exposed.

Mom's mysterious opening opened, and I saw the glistening red fleshy walls filled with honey-like fluid. I brought my face close to Mom's vulva, smelling the strong scent of honey-like fluid, and I could no longer control my desire. When Mom couldn't see, I gently licked her vulva with my tongue. The overflowing honey-like fluid began to become sticky, and I tasted a sour flavor.

Then I slowly slid my fingers into my mother's vagina. After my play, her vagina was already very wet and slippery, and my fingers easily went in and out of her honey hole.

Ah! ...No, you can't touch that...that's the birth canal...don't touch it! ...Ouch! ...Pull your fingers out!" My mother couldn't help but scream.

Oh! The birth canal...that's where Mom gave birth to me, right? I said this as I twisted my fingers, inserted into my mother's petals, like a stirrer.

The petals, open in the wetness, involuntarily clamped down on the unreasonable learner. My middle finger was already inside her, the soft flesh completely wrapped around it. My finger stirred inside, the wet flesh possessing a powerful elasticity, as if trying to suck my finger in. I was not only surprised, but also somewhat moved, that my beautiful, middle-aged mother, a mother of two, had such a sensitive vagina.

My mother's beautiful face flushed and paled, her legs trembled, and a stream of vaginal fluid slowly leaked out. "Mom! You're acting so strange! There's so much fluid coming out of my vagina!" "Mom, what's wrong with you?

It's all your fault…it's all because you touched me like that…that's why I'm like this." "

Just playing with my finger, and this happens?" I inserted my fingers into my mother's vagina again, repeatedly probing the vaginal walls while rubbing her engorged clitoris.

This constant repetition wore her down until she lost all strength to resist. Suddenly, she arched her back, allowing my fingers to penetrate even deeper, and she fell into a semi-conscious state. "

Ouch! ...Don't dig anymore...I can't take it anymore..." My mother tried to rouse herself several times, but I held her legs high, powerless to resist my manipulation.

My mother's vagina presented a very lewd sight; her parted labia, subjected to the forceful insertion of my fingers, were a bright red color, revealing the inner walls covered in sticky vaginal fluid. In the center was a round hole—the place where my fingers had passed. My fingers not only went in and out of my mother's vagina, but also slipped into the cleft of her buttocks, exploring her anus with my fingertips. When I caressed her clitoris, her body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. Seeing her strong reaction, I felt very satisfied. I scooped up some nectar from her vulva with my fingers and smeared it on her anus, continuing to rub it.

Ah...no...my mother's clitoris, which had never been violated by any other man, not even my father, was now being wantonly dug and ravaged by my fingers. My mother's naked genitals were being touched and dug haphazardly by my fingers, and my confused emotions were being pushed towards a surge of excitement. My body convulsed, and my body temperature rose higher and higher.

My mother arched her upper body backward, swaying her full hips; her beautiful black hair was now completely disheveled, and her usually dignified face, like a violet, displayed an almost incredulous, seductive expression. She couldn't help but moan, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing.

Suddenly, the wall clock chimed; it was seven o'clock in the evening. My mother snapped back to reality, arching her body and breaking free from my grasp: "Alright, your father will be back soon. That's enough. You know enough. I need to make dinner."

My mother quickly regained her composure, and while putting on her clothes and shoes, she advised me to focus my energy elsewhere, saying that my sexual urges were just due to puberty and would pass in a while.

Just then, I heard the sound of the key opening the door; my father had returned. My mother had already gone into the kitchen and started working.

(III) In the following days, whenever I had the chance, I would hug my mother from behind, pressing my swollen penis against her buttocks through her clothes, desperately poking at her anus through her skirt or pants, or sneaking under the table to get a good look at what was under her skirt and deliberately touching her beautiful legs in stockings.

Sometimes, when my mom wasn't looking while she was cooking, I would pretend to help and secretly peek through a small mirror from behind her to see the alluring view of her sexy panties and sheer stockings under her tight skirt. Sometimes, if I was lucky, I could even lie down and peek directly. Being able to masturbate while peeping at the view under my mom's skirt was really great!

One noon, I returned home and saw my mother's back as she cooked in the kitchen. She was still wearing her work outfit, which consisted of my favorite pink short jacket and a slightly transparent white shirt. Her lower body was covered by a light white silk skirt, and sheer flesh-colored stockings adorned her slender, beautiful legs, which aroused endless fantasies (how wonderful it would be to push my mother down on the stove and rape her like in an adult film). My pants unconsciously bulged in response to my fantasies.

I first crouched down behind my mother, peeking at the top of her beautiful legs. I noticed she was wearing white bottoms today—a white lace-trimmed pantyhose with alluring white garter belts and flesh-colored stockings. This made my penis swell even more; I really wanted to penetrate her from behind.

Suddenly, I thought of a way to satisfy my desire. So I quietly left the kitchen, unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and loudly announced to my mother: "I'm home!" Before Mom could turn around, I ran over and hugged her from behind: "Mom, today I solved a math problem for everyone, and the teacher praised my method, saying I'm very smart!"

(Wow, Mom smells so good, and the feeling of my penis rubbing against her silk skirt is so nice!) I pressed my legs against Mom's beautiful legs, gently rubbing against her legs in her sheer flesh-colored stockings. So good!!

"That's great," Mom said, "Keep it up!"

(Oh, I'll keep doing this.) Slowly moving my hips, I pressed my penis against the crevice between my mother's two fleshy buttocks through her silk skirt, moving it up and down incessantly, gradually pressing my semen-filled penis against the area of my busy mother's vulva from behind.

Hmm, okay, I'll keep doing this.

(It feels so good to keep doing this; the opening at the tip of my thick glans has already leaked some semen due to the excessive stimulation.) Are you feeling unwell? Why are you moving around like this, and why are your voices sounding strange? My mother asked me with concern. (It feels so good, ah…!) It's nothing, Mom, my body just feels a little itchy for some reason; I guess I got bitten by mosquitoes. Afraid my mother would notice, I quickly pulled my still trembling, swollen little brother back into my pants. "

Mom, I'm going back to my study to read."

Back in my room, I sat down at my desk, recalling the indecent act, and began to masturbate. Just as I was about to reach climax, I suddenly heard my mother call me: "Dinner's ready."

After lunch, Mom went to take a nap, but I couldn't fall asleep. Dad wasn't home today, so I thought… I quietly approached my parents' bedroom door. The door wasn't closed properly, and I saw my mother fast asleep. She was still wearing her usual clothes, only a blanket was covering her stomach. Her snow-white legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were exposed, making me swallow hard. Plus, I had just masturbated; it was practically torture!

Driven by curiosity, I cautiously tried to peek at what underwear she was wearing, but her legs were tightly closed, and I couldn't peek through her skirt. A wicked thought crossed my mind: if she was sound asleep, I could secretly lift her skirt without her noticing.

I gently called "Mom," but she didn't respond. Still unsure if she was asleep, I pretended to cover her with the blanket, but she didn't move. I gently patted her, but still no movement. My heart was pounding, I felt like I was suffocating. I took a deep breath, reached for her skirt, and carefully flipped it over her stomach. Perhaps she was too tired and was sleeping soundly, as she didn't stir.

The short skirt lifted, revealing my mother's almost dazzlingly sexy thighs, making me almost forget to breathe. My mother was wearing extremely thin, flesh-colored stockings that hugged her sexy thighs, only reaching a few centimeters below the groin, with two white garter straps. Between her legs was a high-slit pantyhose, revealing pubic hair through the white lace trim.

My mother's white panties had a small flower on the waistline below her navel, and surprisingly, the pubic area was cut out! A few fine, not very curly pubic hairs peeked out. Upon closer inspection, near the dark pubic hair, the thin, semi-transparent panties clung tightly to her vulva, fully revealing the shape of her labia, exuding an incredibly lewd aura.

When I gently touched my mother's lips with my fingers, even through the panties, I could still feel the heat and softness of her mature, clam-like labia.

My mother had a well-proportioned figure and a beautiful face. I stole a glance at her; her lips were thin and very moist, making one want to kiss them. Her cheeks were flushed with a slight blush, so beautiful! Her legs were so white and straight. I couldn't resist sneaking another peek at my mother's private parts; and I really wanted to touch them again to see if they were as soft as they had been the other day (duh!). Anyway, it wouldn't hurt for her son to play with her lower body a little more, right?

So I put my mother's skirt away, pretended to cover her with a blanket, and gently took my mother's small, soft feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, in my hands and stroked and played with them. My mother didn't move. My mother's feet were less than five inches long, with neatly arranged toes, and a beautiful and charming shape. Her shapely feet fit perfectly in my hand, soft and supple against the stockings, a truly delightful sensation. I couldn't resist

touching them. Then I wanted to touch my mother's breasts. I quietly covered her skirt, my fingertips trembling as I unbuttoned her top. With the slightest, gentle touch, I lifted it, finally reaching her chest. My mother was wearing a bikini-style bra, shaped like an "8." The rounded cups were perfectly filled by her full breasts, covering them without the unnatural look of some women who, lacking substance, deliberately wear larger sizes to conceal it.

The rounded cups were slightly pointed—those must be her nipples. I opened my mouth, too nervous to speak, and slowly rose to lean closer to her, my arms involuntarily reaching out, my palms cupped inwards, only a centimeter away from her breasts. I didn't dare to touch them, but instead, from a distance, I gently stroked them along their shape, imagining my hands caressing her breasts. My breathing was rapid, and I almost wanted to reach down and fondle her full breasts, then slip my hands inside to grasp her enigmatic nipples.

I held my breath and quickly touched my mother's breast; to my relief, she didn't react. So I placed my entire palm on her breast—wow! So big! Even with that thin barrier between us, the soft, warm sensation violently disrupted my breathing, and my mind went blank with panic.

I squeezed her a little, but Mom didn't move. I squeezed harder... Haha, she really was fast asleep. But business is business, so I quickly ran to lift her skirt and gently opened her legs. Mom was wearing white lace panties, so thin and transparent they were almost invisible, vaguely revealing the shape of her pubic hair.

With her honeyed vulva so clearly visible, I suddenly became frantic and frantically explored with my tongue, flipping over the thin fabric and heading straight for Mom's plump labia. A faint scent of vaginal fluid at the entrance stimulated my sense of taste and smell, making me incredibly excited. I used the tip of my tongue to tease my mother's vulva. She moaned; she was probably having a wet dream and didn't wake up.

Now the problem was, how could I see my mother's vulva? So I gently spread her legs wider, carefully knelt between them, and leaned down, trying to pull her panties aside to cover her vulva. But they were a little tight, so I grabbed the bottom edge of her panties and pulled them down a bit. Now I finally had enough space. I carefully used my left hand to pull her panties from under her crotch to her left side, revealing her entire vulva.

I finally saw my mother's vulva again… I pressed my face close to see it clearly. Her labia majora were slightly parted, and I could see two pink labia minora inside. My eyes were fixed on the velvety edges of her labia, and I couldn't resist placing two fingers on either side of the cleft, slowly parting the closed petals, like a flower suddenly blooming.

Spreading the fleshy mucous membrane, I saw my mother's clitoris, so I carefully parted it a little more, revealing a moist, glossy, bright red opening surrounded by fleshy tissue. My mother's vagina was truly beautiful! I brought my nose close and smelled it; it had a sweet scent.

I pressed my cheek against my mother's deep triangle, slowly moving my head back and forth, letting her dark, soft pubic hair rub against my skin. I couldn't resist the urge to lick my mother's vulva like in those porn movies, so I gently licked her clitoris, my tongue circling around it.

Strangely, my mother even produced vaginal fluid in her sleep, so while she was wet with it, I reached out and carefully touched her labia majora and minora. It was a strange feeling—warm, soft, and slippery.

Gradually, her vaginal fluid soaked the sheets, and I even started to get so excited that I wanted to ejaculate immediately.

I easily parted my mother's engorged labia, probing her plump vulva. My fingers moved upwards, touching her sensitive clitoris, and finally, fully penetrating her, reaching her cervix. I circled the cervix with my fingertips, and my sleeping mother's hips swayed gently with my movements.

I then climbed on top of her, supporting my weight with my left hand, and pulled out my rock-hard penis. I rubbed it against the crevice of her vulva, and the touch of her thick pubic hair made it swell even more; when I touched my mother's honeyed vulva, which was flowing with nectar, it swelled to its maximum size. I felt it was so soft and slippery, and I longed to thrust inside her.

Suddenly, Mom stirred. I realized she was about to wake up, so I quickly slipped under the bed. When Mom woke up, she seemed a little confused, but thankfully she hadn't noticed me. Mom went out for a bit, and when she came back, she was still muttering, "Why didn't this child take a nap today?" Little did she know I was under her bed, masturbating while thinking about her beautiful vulva!

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