My marital sex life with my mother (Part 3)

Continuing from the previous text. After my wedding night with my mother, her complexion improved significantly. She also became more fashionable. It was 2007; I was 26, and my mother was 49. She still retained her charm. I felt even more grateful to my mother. She managed to run the farmers' market stall very well, allowing her more time to go shopping, rest at home, and spend time online. I also took great care of her. I joined a QQ group for couples to chat online, learning a lot about relationships. I learned about sex, women's unique physiology, and habits. My mother's period usually started around the 20th of each lunar month and lasted about five days. I bought high-quality sanitary napkins in advance, keeping both day and night pads on our bedside table. I also prepared brown sugar ginger tea, dates, and longan for her. My mother was so touched and happy that tears welled up in her eyes. During her period, she used her mouth and hands to help me. Because I suffer from hypersexuality, it takes my mother over two hours to give me oral sex, leaving her mouth numb with exhaustion. I kiss her breasts and thighs with gratitude. She has to use lewd and stimulating words to get me to ejaculate, which she then drinks into her mouth. I massage her entire body. With the development of the internet, I came across many online communities and discovered that many couples use sex toys. I found many erotic products and sex items on Taobao. I also found reputable online sellers and bought some lingerie, stockings, and other toys that my mother and I both liked. My mother is also very trendy. She learned many positions and how to create a romantic atmosphere from online chat groups. In the summer, Qingdao's Laoshan area is near the sea and relatively cooler than inland areas. My mother and I often went to the park to cool off after closing up shop in the evenings and saw many couples making love in the woods. My mother and I also tried it out. Sometimes, if we were accidentally seen by passersby, we would quickly hug each other and sit down to avoid suspicion. My mom is 172cm tall, and her long legs in stockings are incredibly alluring. She's a bit plump, weighing 140 pounds, which is about average.

My mom has a great masturbation technique, and I enjoy watching her masturbate; she satisfies me for pleasure. Her own unique method is quite good. She uses a long, thin cucumber attached to a condom, applies lubricant, and inserts it into her vagina. There's a type of fish in the sea called a moray eel; you can search it on Baidu. They're usually about 30cm long, longer than a loach, and very resilient out of water. They're excellent at burrowing. My mom puts the eel inside a long stocking, applies a lot of lubricant, and inserts it into her vagina. The eel, like a long worm, burrows deep into her vagina. I hold the stocking from behind, and my mom looks both panicked and excited; I'm so excited. The eel burrows for about 20 minutes, and my mom lies there stiff and wet, having orgasmed. I'm incredibly hard, pull the eel out, and then insert my penis into her vagina, thrusting wildly. Seeing my beloved mother, this tall woman, conquered by me, filled me with a sense of accomplishment and confidence. My mother knew my ejaculation time and had a premonition. When she sensed I was about to ejaculate, she would lie beneath me, curl her legs, and wriggle, saying, "My son is so great! My son is the most amazing man! He can conquer tall women and make them completely devoted to him. My son is so great! Even though you're short (159 cm), your stamina is incredible. You care about women; you're a warm-hearted man. Many girls will be vying for your attention in the future. You'll achieve great things." My mother's intentions were good. She used the passion of sex to build my confidence and teach me self-reliance. Usually, it took about two hours to ejaculate deep inside my mother's gentle vagina. After ejaculating, my mother was completely exhausted. Seeing her satisfied expression made me so happy, so blissful, and filled me with a great sense of accomplishment. After each time, I would kneel down and kowtow to my mother in gratitude. My mother gave birth to me, and for this disappointing son, she endured a lifetime of hardship and worry. The debt of love and affection I owe to the goddess beneath me is a debt I can never repay in all my lifetimes.

My mother met some netizens online through QQ and forums, especially those about mother-son relationships. She learned a lot and exchanged ideas with them. One netizen, an older woman, knew about our family history and suggested that my mother use sex to inspire and encourage me. I deeply benefited from my mother's physical and spiritual care. I am strict with myself and strive for improvement. I inherited my mother's business acumen in the meat stall business. My mother strictly adhered to the principle that food quality and safety come first, which is to say, people's lives. She used good quality, safe meat, and ensured that all her sourcing channels were approved by quarantine authorities. I always keep my mother's words in mind: "A gentleman loves money, but he earns it in a proper way." "Diligence leads to mastery, while idleness leads to ruin." "Be a good person first, then do business." Gradually, we accumulated a loyal customer base, and the business became quite successful in the farmers' market. My mother is an excellent cook, especially skilled at making dumplings. She makes all kinds of dumplings with various fillings—seafood, meat, and vegetables—and they are small, beautiful, and delicious. My mother and I sampled and compared dumplings at small and medium-sized restaurants and professional dumpling shops in several districts of Qingdao. We discovered that Mom's dumplings were better than theirs. I planned to open a dumpling processing shop, making frozen dumplings to supply restaurants. That way we could make a profit. At the time, we still had a mortgage to pay, and Mom, being cautious about investments, worried that the business wouldn't succeed and we'd lose money. Mom comforted me, saying it was great that I had entrepreneurial ideas, but we should wait until the mortgage was paid off. I was a little anxious, after all, I was only 26, young and impetuous. Seeing that I was constantly unhappy, Mom would comfort me in bed at night with various positions and sexy outfits. She bought me high-quality flight attendant uniforms, school uniforms, and maid outfits from Taobao. I was so easily swayed; I was completely captivated by Mom's charm. I used my spare time to enroll in a short-term computer course. I learned some basic operations and online marketing, which was very new at the time. Although I'm not naturally slow-witted, the love and encouragement from Mom every night seemed to make me smarter, and I found myself. Mom and I both love dumplings, and Mom can make all sorts of colorful vegetable dumplings. I bought a camera and took many photos of the dumplings my family made, which I posted on QQ Space and in groups. I specifically sought out groups in Qingdao. Gradually, people commented that they looked beautiful and delicious. I also tried asking around, explaining that we didn't have any investment funds. Later, several business owners contacted me, and one even came to my house for a meal of dumplings. He decided to invest in us and we signed a cooperation agreement based on shareholding. After two months of preparation, we finally had a small frozen dumpling processing point. We couldn't give up our meat stall either; my mother said it was our root, a testament to our love. So I hired two helpers, and my mother trained them as quickly as possible. My mother and I were busy with the dumplings; she was in charge of production and the workshop, while I was responsible for sales and contacting restaurants and supermarkets. Riding the wave of the internet boom, our sales channels opened up quickly, with pre-orders and payments being made in advance. The dumplings gained recognition from both restaurants and consumers. My investor was very capable and had good social connections, so we decided to expand production. During this period, my mother was fully responsible for overseeing production. The number of employees, delivery workers, and marketing personnel increased rapidly. This meant I was frequently going out, and taking the bus was out of the question—it was too time-consuming—and taxis were inconvenient in many situations. So I had to learn to drive. My mother only has me as her son, and she dotes on me, so she wouldn't let me drive because I often don't think like a normal person. I had no choice but to hire a driver. I bought a low-end Great Wall car and started looking for shops and clients everywhere. Social media was a huge help; I closed deals with some restaurants and small supermarkets in the city online. The business world is complex, and I wasn't good at many social niceties, so I asked my investors to handle them. As we did this, we often went to entertainment venues, nightclubs, upscale bathhouses, and hotel karaoke bars for business. Seeing fashionable young women with perfect figures and sexy outfits ignited my passion, but I didn't forget my roots. I couldn't let my mother down. Many clients laughed at me, calling me dull and outdated. They said I wouldn't even accept young girls throwing themselves at me. But that's why my investors trusted me. My clients also thought we were honest and straightforward. I felt at ease. Gradually, my mother and I paid off the mortgage. In 2008, after the Wenchuan earthquake, my mother and I discussed donating 8,000 yuan to the disaster area. We also needed to renovate our new house, and the factory needed funds for various things. During the 2008 Olympics, my mother and I went to Beijing for the first time, seeing the place we had only dreamed of in books. We visited the Bird's Nest and Water Cube, and explored all the major attractions in Beijing. At that time, my mother felt her life had been worthwhile, and she wanted to cherish every moment, work hard, and cherish our time together. We always stayed in hotels in Beijing, and my mother was very passionate there. She was 50 years old then, but she was like a young girl. No matter what position we used, she always knew I was about to ejaculate. She would lie below me, curl her legs, and wriggle around, praising me, saying how wonderful her son was, how he could satisfy a woman so completely, how devoted he was, and how good he was at business. She said he knew how to leverage resources to achieve effortless success, that her son was now a small business owner, and that he should be confident, that even though he was weak, he could achieve great things. Seeing my mother's contentment and charm gave me even more confidence. Every day, besides loving my mother, all my thoughts were focused on work, and I dared not be careless about any small detail. The days repeated themselves: my mother and I worked diligently, and after work, we were passionate and romantic. By 2011, after three years of operation, our factory had become a medium-sized food processing plant, and the variety of frozen foods had greatly increased. I was also a man in my thirties. My mother and I were seen as small entrepreneurs by others.

My mother and I felt that we couldn't be complacent and needed to be prepared for the future. Over the past three years, my mother had trained a group of skilled production workers, and I had trained sales backbones. My mother and I decided to let them manage the factory and sales affairs first. We wanted to travel and see different places. My mother and I traveled by bus or train to various places, traveling and sampling local delicacies. I always used mobile internet; my Blackberry smartphone, and later, the Apple smartphone in 2012, were both our remote work tools, along with a laptop. We always booked hotels in advance through Meituan or Lashou. My mother has a romantic sense of style; she even chose a wedding room, a round bed room, and a waterbed several times. I felt safe staying in hotels with my mother because we're mother and son; no one dared to think anything of it. My mother's travel bag contained various sexy stockings, clothes, and sex toys. I won't go into the details of our time together. My mother said, "You two often go to entertainment venues. You like those young girls, don't you?" I said I did, but I felt none of them were as beautiful as my mother. My mother will always be the most beautiful goddess in my heart. My mother smiled and said, "I'm getting old. If you like someone, just tell me. As long as you don't do anything bad behind my back, it's fine." I said seriously, "I'm still the same person I was when I was little. I only want my mother." My mother was so moved that she drank my semen.

Starting in 2012, our orders were significantly impacted by the rise of well-known domestic frozen food brands. There are too many well-known brands to list here; you can search them online. The main issue was that our investor was involved in an economic case and wanted to withdraw their investment, leaving my mother and me in a difficult situation. We had no choice but to seek a merger or acquisition. We acquired a small stake. In 2013, things eased up for my mother and me. She couldn't stay idle, so I enrolled her in a senior university, took her for foot massages, and let her enjoy life, even taking her on trips. In 2013, my mother was 56 years old, but she looked 10 years younger, and she was still menstruating. WeChat was popular in 2013, so I learned to use it and started selling products online with some online friends. I also utilized my connections from the dumpling industry. These were all good household products with repeat purchases. Unexpectedly, after two years on WeChat, my sales performance improved. My mother was very moved and happy to see my results. Now, my mother is starting to arrange her daughter-in-law's wedding. Because my mother frequently gets foot massages, she has a habit of insisting on female masseuses. She found a pretty and well-behaved masseuse she liked. Since it was a reputable, large establishment, the masseuse was quite decent and clean. My mother arranged a date for us, but I refused. She then ignored me and wouldn't sleep with me. I had no choice; I didn't want to upset her, so I reluctantly agreed to the date. I've never been good at charming girls, nor have I ever had the patience. I always thought I was too impulsive, and I never brought up sex when the girl was dating me. During this time, my mother deliberately went back to her hometown to visit relatives. The girl kept asking about our house and car. Our house in our small town in Qingdao was built in 2005, so it's definitely old. She didn't like it and wanted to buy a new one. Our car was also broken, and she wanted a new one, costing around 200,000 yuan (because Qingdao is a second-tier city). It was the first time the iPhone 5S was released, and she insisted I buy one for her; it cost over 5,000 yuan back then. I spent over 5,000 yuan of my time taking her shopping, eating out, and traveling with her for half a month. It was too extravagant. I will always remember that I am a child of the countryside, and even if life gets better, I cannot be extravagant. I was so angry that I refused to buy it for her. I said that our family doesn't have money. I'll work hard and earn money to buy you something better. She was very unhappy that day, her face was so ugly. I called my mother and coaxed her to come home. I told my mother everything, and she cried. "Son, you did the right thing. We don't want those frivolous, materialistic women." That night, my mother and I made love almost all night long, absence makes the heart grow fonder. I excitedly said, "Mom is the best. I only held hands with that girl after half a month, and I hated her character from the bottom of my heart, I had no interest in her at all. Mom is the best, beautiful. So feminine. I will always want my mother, she saves me worry and money. That girl wants a new house and a new car, we can't afford them." My mother laughed and said, "Mom can't live to be 100, right? After Mom is gone, who will be with you? You little devil, you eat meat every day and never get tired of it, your demands are so high." I excitedly ejaculated into my mother's uterus. To be continued

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