Chapter 5

It felt like a long time had passed when I slowly began to caress my mother’s breasts through her cotton shirt and white bra. The fullness and elasticity of her breasts were simply irresistible. My hands refused to leave her chest, greedily kneading and rubbing them through her clothes. I could feel her large breasts changing angles and positions under my caresses. My penis was as hard as steel, and I desperately wanted to release it.

The mother, on the other hand, was trapped in an absurd dream.

In her dream, there was a tall, invisible figure whose hands were violently ravaging her body. For some reason, she couldn’t move or even make a sound, and could only passively endure the invasion from the shadowy figure.

As time went by, the mother realized that her heartbeat was gradually accelerating under the teasing of the shadowy figure, her blood was starting to heat up, and a slight itching and tingling sensation appeared in the deep passage. There was even a shameful honey-like fluid overflowing from her private triangle area.

“Mmm…” Mom suddenly let out a soft moan.

I was so frightened that I trembled all over and quickly stopped. When I looked up, I saw two blushes rising on my mother’s stunningly beautiful face.

“Mom?” I whispered in my mother’s ear to make sure she was awake. When I found that she didn’t respond, I became bolder.

“Could it be that Mom can get aroused by me even when she’s asleep? Mom… could she be… sexually aroused?… Mom is so lewd?… She’s aroused in her dream by her own son?…” I looked at my sleeping mother’s flushed face with suspicion, and couldn’t help but think more and more lewd about her. I ejaculated, and my semen gushed out in streams that seemed to have no end, hitting my mother’s little sexy feet, her beautiful legs in stockings, her open belly… A few drops of my virgin semen even flew over my mother’s body and splashed on her beautiful face and lips.

My mother’s mature, sexy, and charming face still retained the flush from masturbation. Seeing a few drops of milky white semen on the corner of her delicate red lips, my brain exploded. This wasn’t enough; I wanted more!

More!

I gently put down my mother’s jade feet, stopping this blush-inducing, heart-pounding, lewd foot fetish between mother and son, and began to think about how to play with my mother’s delicate private parts.

My hand slowly moved towards my mother’s lower body, stopping only when it reached the mons pubis at the base of her thigh. My already twisted desire made me crave my mother’s beautiful body even more. I wanted to possess my beautiful mother and release the forbidden desires that had been hidden deep within my heart for many years on her body!

The naked mother’s figure was curvaceous and beautiful, her curves as exquisite as crystal. Her rosy, delicate face, small, slightly upturned lips, full, snow-white, and smooth skin, firm, slightly upturned breasts, rosy nipples, and smooth, round, snow-white buttocks were alluring. Her legs were shapely and smooth, and her protruding mons pubis and dark pubic hair were incredibly seductive. In addition, her body exuded a woman’s fleshy fragrance…

My mother’s flawless, porcelain-like skin aroused my desire, making it impossible for me to resist!

I caressed my mother’s naked body, smelling the aroma of meat and a faint scent of wine emanating from her. I stroked her beautiful hair, her delicate little ears, and her rosy forehead. My hands brazenly teased her two light pink nipples, then moved to her fair, firm, and full breasts, kneading her adorable nipples that resembled red beans…

I bent over, opened my mouth, and took my mother’s nipple into my mouth. I sucked on her nipple with a “sizzling” sound, just like when I was a child, and my tongue followed the movement, teasing her nipple in circles.

My mother seemed to be overjoyed by what I did. Her body kept twisting and turning, as if she wanted to refuse, but also as if she was encouraging me.

As I suckled at my mother’s nipple, I said, “Mommy, you’re so beautiful, Mommy, you’re so beautiful!”

My mother’s eyes were tightly closed, her delicate eyebrows were tightly kneaded together, and her fragrant lips opened and closed, exhaling sweet and warm breath. I held my mother’s breasts in my hands and kneaded them vigorously, and her soft and elastic breasts changed into various shapes.

I played with my mother’s breasts until they aroused, and her thighs, clad in stockings, rubbed against each other, making a lascivious “shh” sound. I then used my other free hand to touch my mother’s thighs, and her plump, silk-stockinged legs tightly clamped my hand between them. I pinched the soft inner thighs and enjoyed the massage my mother was giving me with her legs.

After playing around for a while, I ran my hand along my mother’s ankles all the way down to her thighs. I hesitated a bit when I went under her skirt, but my hard, painfully hard penis made it impossible for me to resist any longer. So I slid my hand in little by little. My mother’s thighs were very elastic. I used a lot of force, and my fingers sank slightly into the flesh of her thighs.

My mother’s skirt was lifted up by my arm, and I only needed to lower my head slightly to see the view under the skirt completely.

My hand slipped completely inside and touched my mother’s mysterious triangle area. I could feel a warm, wet sensation even through her stockings.

I closed my eyes and pulled up my mother’s skirt. The sight before me almost made my nose bleed.

I saw that my mother was wearing black lace panties under her stockings. The fabric was very narrow, with patterns on it, and it was like a thin veil. I could even see a few pubic hairs that weren’t covered.

The narrow fabric wrapped around my mother’s slender waist and extended all the way to her crotch. My mother was actually wearing such sexy underwear. I held back my heavy breathing and gently placed my fingers on my mother’s private parts. The temperature there was very high, and the damp feeling instantly invaded my fingers.

I gently scraped it a few times with my fingertips, and Mom immediately made a “hmm” sound from her nose as if she was in pain. I had heard this sound in movies, but it sounded so beautiful and melodious coming from Mom’s mouth.

I swallowed hard again, took out my phone, and snapped a close-up picture of my mother’s perfect lower body. Her long, slender legs, clad in flesh-colored pantyhose and close together, were a beautiful photograph. The phone’s camera was excellent, capturing even the fine lines of the thin, silky stockings.

I touched my mother’s silk-clad legs and kept pushing my hand inside. I rubbed the back of my hand against my mother’s private parts. My mother seemed to be greatly stimulated. Her whole body tensed up, she raised her buttocks slightly, and her legs clamped my arm even tighter.

“Mmm… Mmm…” My mother’s body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. I knew this was a reaction that only occurs when a woman is aroused. I didn’t know if it was the aphrodisiac in my mother’s body that made her so seductive, or if it was the long-standing desire that made her so impatient.

I saw that my mother’s reaction was as if she was about to suffocate. I felt as if waves of heat were rushing towards me. I pressed my arm tightly against my mother’s private parts and rubbed it hard. At the same time, my palms were pinching my mother’s silky buttocks, and my five fingers were sinking into her round, plump buttocks.

Suddenly, my mother grabbed my arm. I was startled and immediately looked up at her. I saw that her eyes were still closed, and the sweat on her neck was mingling and running down the back of her neck.

It seems that my mother’s actions were unintentional. As soon as I stopped what I was doing, her silk-clad legs immediately rubbed against my arm, as if telling me to keep going.

My mother was already consumed by sexual desire, and I vaguely felt as if some warm, wet liquid was seeping from her stockings and staining my arm.

I wanted to see clearly, so I forcefully spread my mother’s legs apart with both hands, raising one leg straight up in the air while the other leg was bent at a 90-degree angle and placed flat to the side.

“Hehe, your panties are all soaked… Son, I forgot to take off Mom’s panties just now.” The top of Mom’s long, sexy thighs made me almost forget to breathe. I suppressed the urge to rape Mom, and tremblingly straightened Mom’s legs and continued to spread them apart.

My mother’s private parts were tightly clad in stockings and panties. The narrow, sexy lace panties seemed to be swallowed a little by her vagina before sinking into the deep cleft of her buttocks.

I held onto my mother’s thigh and pressed my face close to hers. A hot, sensual scent filled my nostrils.

I think this is the lubricant that lubricates a man’s penis!

“Ah…Mom…Mom’s private parts…Mom, the place where I was born…Anyway…I came from here…It’s okay to take a look, right…Oh…Mom…Mom…Son, I’m here to admire your private parts…to admire the place where I was born…” I glanced at Mom again, but she still didn’t react. So I made up my mind. With excitement, I hooked my fingers around the crotch of the panties covering Mom’s vulva and carefully pulled them down, inch by inch, until I reached Mom’s feet. Then I gently grabbed Mom’s legs and slowly spread them apart. Mom was thus stripped naked and lay on the bed, completely unaware.

Once the underwear was removed from Mom’s beautiful legs, her genitals were exposed, a sight that was almost suffocating. Suddenly, Mom was completely naked before me!

My mother wasn’t wearing any clothes. Her beautiful sleeping posture was only covered by a pair of black stockings on her long, slender legs. Her mature and delicate body was completely naked and exposed to the public.

At this moment, my mother’s body could arouse any man’s most primal desires, yet it had no vulgar or obscene connotations whatsoever. It was breathtakingly beautiful, mesmerizing and mesmerizing. I grabbed my mother’s delicate ankles with both hands and spread them apart as far as possible. The ultimate beauty gradually unfolded before my eyes. I gasped, and my cold and beautiful mother’s alluring genitals were now fully revealed to me.

In the past, whenever I was alone at night, I would fantasize about my mother’s body and masturbate. Now, the beautiful vagina I had been longing for was completely unguarded. The wonderful feeling of my dream coming true made me excited and my eyes turned red, like a stallion in heat.

With bloodshot eyes, I looked toward my mother’s inner thighs. My biological mother’s plump, white vulva was gradually revealed before my eyes. This forbidden and breathtaking sight almost made me stop breathing. I could even hear my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. This was the first time since I was born that I had looked back at the gate that brought me into this world.

At the base of my mother’s snow-white, almost translucent thighs was her vulva, which bulged high at the lower part of her abdomen. My mother’s vulva was plump and tender, with a healthy pink color. Her fair skin and dark pubic hair exuded an irresistible and intense stimulation. The dark brown pubic hair was curly and thick, forming an inverted triangle that covered my mother’s full and bulging vulva, about an inch directly above it. Moreover, her mons pubis, which was as white as jade, was exceptionally full, bulging out from between her legs in an arc, like a tempting white steamed bun.

Because I spread her legs apart, a pink slit appeared in the middle of this ‘white bun,’ revealing tender, pale red flesh and a luscious red bud. The two small, cute lips on the outside were exactly the ideal state in every man’s heart.

The mons pubis bulges slightly outward, and the two smooth labia resemble a budding vulva. The moist, pink labia act as a natural barrier, protecting the flower-like vaginal opening. Above the vaginal opening, the slightly protruding clitoris resembles a cardamom bud.

Her labia minora were prominently protruding and tightly closed together. The slit between the two labia glistened with glistening moisture, and the pink flesh that was faintly visible in the middle was as tender as a young girl’s, full of endless spring and desire. I almost lost my mind when I saw it—this is where I was born into this world!

The alluring mons pubis, the captivating pubic hair, and the mysterious labia instantly appeared before my eyes!

At that moment, my eyes gleamed with intense lust. My mother’s vulva was full and tender, like a mature and beautiful flower, blooming with two alluring petals and exuding a pungent fragrance!

My heart trembled violently, my mind went blank, and I held my breath as I stared blankly at my mother’s naked, perfect body. She was fair, delicate, and flawless.

My mother’s crystal-white, exquisitely beautiful, and flawless naked body, thanks to her pampered upbringing and proper care, is extremely mature and voluptuous. Gazing at her large, white breasts, her round and firm buttocks, and the glimpses of the grass between her legs, I seem to see that beautiful and alluring little red bean beckoning to me.

In an instant, I felt a burning sensation all over my body. I stared at my mother without moving, my gaze falling upon her beautiful and refined yet alluring face, her graceful and supple neck, and her high, white breasts that exuded a warm, smooth fragrance.

And then there was that smooth, translucent navel, those long, graceful legs, that mysterious valley hidden among the lush grass, that Peach Blossom Spring that was faintly visible as the beautiful mother’s legs unconsciously opened and closed… all of these were imprinted in my eyes.

They were slowly opening and closing, as if anticipating something. A stream of clear, lustful fluid flowed slowly from the crack, spreading down the cleft to the delicate chrysanthemum bud. The lewd scene was indescribable, stimulating me to pant heavily, unaware that saliva was spilling from the corner of my mouth.

“Gulp~! It’s so perfect~! I never thought that Mom would have such a charming hole just like Mom~!” I was so excited that I couldn’t contain myself. One hand automatically released the 36F breasts with excellent elasticity and stroked down the delicate and tender smooth skin, past the smooth and tender soft belly, and reached into the tuft of black curly pubic hair to rummage through it.

“Damn it… Mom’s wet… I want to… I want to play with Mom’s tender pussy again… Just take a look…” With a lustful thought, I knelt down under Mom’s buttocks, then lifted Mom’s silk-stockinged legs, grasped Mom’s delicate feet and gently spread them apart to form an inverted V shape, completely exposing Mom’s hidden private parts. Instantly, I could see the honeyed crevice of Mom’s tender pussy clearly, unlike before when Mom secretly masturbated, I could only see a rough outline.

Suddenly I remembered someone online saying that a young girl’s vagina is a slit, while a mature woman’s vagina is a hole. So I mischievously spread my mother’s legs wide apart, making a “big” shape, but her labia minora were still closed, which shows that my mother’s vagina is still quite tight.

I lowered my head and slowly brought my face close to my mother’s beautiful vulva, which was originally never supposed to be open to me. I tried my best to find traces of my birth into this world.

Looking closely, this was the closest I had ever been to my mother’s vulva in my memory.

It was also the first time in my life that I had been so close to a woman’s vulva.

It was so clear and so real, it felt like a dream.

Oh no, it’s more like a dream—clearer, more real, and more exciting!

My mother’s genitals were unusually full, with a plump mons pubis that protruded slightly, forming a curved arc. Thick, dark pubic hair covered most of my mother’s lower body, making it impossible for me to see any more details.

I reached out and gently stroked my mother’s pubic hair and plump vulva with trembling hands, feeling the warmth and moisture of her vulva.

My heart was in my throat. I glanced at my mother, but her eyes were still tightly closed.

I carefully parted the pubic hair that was covering my mother’s vulva, and her mature and full vulva was completely exposed to my eyes.

I could clearly see that, under the cover of thick pubic hair, two plump labia closed together, forming a beautiful slit. The dark red slit stretched for a long distance, completely enveloping the forbidden world inside. I knew that this was the entrance to my mother’s vagina. I came into this world from this place, but I never thought that one day I would be able to observe the place where I was born at such close range!

I stared intently at my mother’s mysterious, tender vulva, the sacred place that gave birth to me. The tension made my heart pound. My mother’s delicate vulva was exposed before me: the first thing that caught my eye was her high, rounded mons pubis and neat, glossy pubic hair. My mother must have taken good care of it; the pubic hair was plentiful but not dense, dense but not sparse. In the mysterious and neat black forest, two tender, pink labia gently closed together, revealing a mysterious slit. The clitoris at the top of the slit was even protruding and engorged with blood. I looked closer and saw glistening moisture in the slit.

“Wow… I finally see it! It’s Mom’s pussy! So beautiful! So amazing! Mom… are you a promiscuous mom… or a chaste mom…? Let your son check… just check…” I put my mom’s beautiful legs in stockings on my shoulders, and then tremblingly reached out my hand towards my mom’s tender pussy that I longed for. 30 centimeters, 20 centimeters, 10 centimeters, closer and closer, my mom’s honey hole was right in front of me, that bright red peach blossom cave, the hairy and plump vulva was even more prominent, the charming pink labia majora and thin labia minora were all revealed.

This may be the first time in her life that her mother has revealed her private parts to a man other than her father. Her pubic hair was sparse and dark between her legs, with a few strands of hair fluttering slightly. The pink paradise hidden below could be vaguely seen. Two small, delicate pink labia, like peach petals, were tightly closed, forming a pink slit around her private parts, covering the most chaste and shameful part of her body.

Excitedly, I reached my fingers to my mother’s mons pubis and rubbed the fine pubic hair. Then I parted the thick pubic hair covering my mother’s vulva and gently probed the entrance of her tender vulva with my fingers. The moment my fingers touched my mother’s tender vulva, I felt a warm, wet sensation. My heart began to pound violently. That indescribable feeling made me suddenly realize how much I longed for my mother, how much I longed to insert my penis into her tender vulva and play with it wantonly to release my sexual desire.

At this moment, I could no longer suppress my desire to part my mother’s labia and take a closer look. I took out the small flashlight I had prepared, placed it between my mother’s thighs, adjusted my position on the bed, and gently touched my mother’s delicate labia minora with one finger. What a sexy and mature vulva of my beautiful mother: her delicate labia minora were exceptionally soft, yet they could squeeze my mother’s vagina into a tiny slit.

I suppressed the urge to defile my mother’s mysterious, tender, and moist vulva. I looked up at my sleeping mother again and thought, “Mom, I’m about to pry open your tender vulva and admire your genitals as much as Dad did.”

Although I’ve seen plenty of women’s private parts in pornographic films, the stimulation of actually seeing a woman’s private parts in real life is incomparable, especially when that woman is my own mother.

Imagine how exciting it would be if your mother, who is usually aloof and bossy, suddenly spreads her plump, fair legs one night and exposes her most private parts for her son to admire!

Anyone who wants to have sex with their mother would likely experience an erection if they imagined this scene.

My penis is about to explode!

My blood was rushing through my veins, and the suppressed desire inside me was swelling. I needed a more direct release. At this point, I had almost only one thought in my mind: to insert my throbbing penis into the vagina that brought me into this world and reach the womb that created me!

At this moment, I started to get excited again!

I bent down and lay between my mother’s two bare, white legs. Her full mons pubis was as smooth and delicate as white jade from Hetian.

The two thick, fleshy lips were tightly closed, leaving only a small, reddish slit in the middle, like a pomegranate that had just ripened and split open.

An enticing aroma wafted out from the crack, whetting my appetite and making me determined to find out what was inside.

I touched my mother’s closed, delicate labia with excitement and caution, and then gently pried them open with my hands.

When I pried open my mother’s two delicate labia minora with two fingers, the thin pink membrane at the entrance of her vagina and the tight, contracting vaginal opening appeared so clearly and distinctly in my eyes!

I personally peeled open my mother’s honeyed vulva!

After the mother’s two labia majora were separated, the labia minora hidden inside also overlapped and opened.

Four delicate pink labia, like pink and white lotus petals, bloomed simultaneously, revealing a tight, tender opening no bigger than the tip of a thumb.

At this moment, my mother’s private parts bloomed like a flower, and the small, pink clitoris at the top of the tender flesh hole also peeked out. My mother’s labia minora were slightly opening from the tightly closed jade slit. As the labia minora slowly separated, my mother’s vaginal opening was revealed in front of me.

The tender, pink flesh, like the pulp of an orange, surrounds the vaginal opening, with faint traces of the hymen still visible. This is my mother’s tender vagina. It was here that my father inserted his penis, breaking my mother’s virginity and ejaculating hundreds of millions of sperm inside, which is how my mother became pregnant with me.

(This is where I was born… Mom’s genitals are so beautiful… Indeed! Mom’s stockinged feet are stunning, but her vagina is even more alluring! What a fresh color! It’s pink… So beautiful… It seems Mom hasn’t had much sex… Her vagina is so pink, it’s like a virgin’s! Wait… Let me check… It seems Dad’s penis isn’t big, it even left a tiny bit of Mom’s hymen… I didn’t break Mom’s hymen… What a pity! Sooner or later, I’ll ejaculate inside Mom’s uterus! And I’ll ejaculate more than Dad! And make Mom pregnant with me!)

Driven mad with jealousy, I unconsciously loosened my grip, and the two jade doors closed tightly together again, like a startled clam.

I was stunned by the sight before me. I used my left thumb and forefinger to spread my mother’s two delicate labia apart, and with my right hand holding a small flashlight, I carefully admired my mother’s genitals.

Sure enough, there was a small protrusion at the junction of the labia minora above the mother’s vulva, which was the clitoris, and it did have a somewhat translucent appearance.

I couldn’t resist gently tracing my mother’s clitoris with my finger. Immediately, a sticky, lustful fluid flowed from the slit of her vagina. This glistening fluid was seeping out in a steady stream. Because my mother’s beautiful legs in stockings were suspended in mid-air, this fluid, without support, was affected by gravity and dripped down onto the sheets.

“Wow… I didn’t expect Mom to leak so much juice just from me playing with her little feet… and it was all in a dream… Damn it… She usually acts like a noble and chaste wife and strict mother… but she’s just a slut and a slut… Let me see Mom’s lewd side for myself…” My breathing became heavier and heavier. I gently pulled my panties out from between Mom’s labia, then gently spread her labia with two fingers. I looked at Mom’s slightly open vulva with a mixture of tension and excitement. The flesh inside Mom’s vagina was light pink, and her honey hole was now full of viscous liquid.

It seems that my mother’s body is quite sensitive. I suppressed my excitement and first used my right hand to knead my mother’s clitoris, which was the size of a grain of rice, for a while. I also stroked the thick, dark pubic hair around it from time to time. I gently scraped my mother’s bright red and tender flesh along the red and tender slit with my two fingers. Under the intense stimulation of pleasure, the lustful fluid in my mother’s honey hole became even more viscous in her sleep.

(I want to possess all of Mom!)

This message flashed through my mind!

“Mom… your own son is going to touch your cunt… oh… my horny mom…” I finally stretched out my finger and inserted it into my mom’s moist and mysterious flesh hole, but my index finger was too short, so I switched to using my middle finger to gently rub it. Under my gentle caress, my mom’s honey hole contracted rhythmically, and the tender flesh inside the honey hole twitched, squeezing out some slippery lustful fluid. The wet lustful fluid then flowed out of my mom’s honey hole and dripped onto the bed sheet along my finger.

“I…I personally played with Mom’s tender pussy until it was wet! How awful! She actually got wet by her own son! Mom really is a lewd and wanton mother!” Mom’s tender pussy is so sensitive!

I stared in disbelief as my mother’s tender vulva continued to gush with vaginal fluid; my mother’s vulva was already wet!

I did it!

I couldn’t help but lick those two fingers; they tasted salty!

I excitedly and recklessly played with my mother’s vulva, completely disregarding the possibility that my unconscious mother might wake up. Soon, the base of my mother’s long, white, silk-stockinged legs and the area around her pink vulva were soaked with milky white vaginal fluid. Her curly pubic hair, covered in vaginal fluid, sparsely clung to the cleft of her vulva. My mother’s labia majora were red and swollen from engorgement, and the two pink labia were bulging. I used my fingers to lewdly spread them apart, forming a bright red creek, revealing the small labia covered in clear, sticky vaginal fluid. The pink clitoris was clearly visible, surrounded by the delicate labia minora. With my constant scraping, my mother’s vaginal fluid continued to seep out of the creek, making the entire vulva look crystal clear and radiating a pinkish glow, creating an extremely lewd scene, showing that my mother’s body was also in a state of extreme arousal. I watched my mother’s vulva constantly shrinking and opening, gushing out vaginal fluid.

At this point, my mother’s labia minora were completely separated, and her vaginal opening was slightly open, as if beckoning me to enter.

I tentatively inserted my middle finger into my mother’s vagina, managing to insert only a section of my finger with difficulty; the vaginal opening was very tight.

This is because since my parents got married, my father has been traveling abroad for work all year round, and the couple has had very little sex. As a result, my mother’s vagina is still unusually tight and tender, even more so than that of a 16-year-old girl. As soon as my finger was inserted, her two small labia were already tightly stretched, as if they would be torn apart if any other unknown object were to invade.

“Mommy’s pussy is so tight! It’s just like a virgin’s!”

Although I was exclaiming, I wasn’t holding back. I thrust hard into my mother’s honey hole. My mother seemed to brow up in discomfort. I pushed harder, and suddenly everything opened up, and my entire finger went all the way in.

The instant softness almost drove me crazy!

This is Mom’s tender pussy, much like the descriptions in erotic novels—slippery, warm, like a pile of hot, slippery meat filling your fingers; the sensation is absolutely maddening.

I slowly pulled my finger out; it was damp. I held it to my nose and smelled it; there was a faint, fishy smell, typical of female genitalia.

I squeezed my entire finger into my mother’s vagina again, closed my eyes, and carefully felt the sensation of my finger going in and out of her vagina.

My fingers dug and pried inside my mother’s wet, slippery vulva, making the pink slit open wider and wider, constantly making strange “gurgling…gurgling…” sounds.

The honey-like fluid that was originally trickling out of her vaginal opening increased with each lick, gradually threatening to overflow. Some of it was scraped back and forth by my fingers, flowing down my mother’s buttocks onto the bed, eventually gathering together to form a lewd little puddle.

“There’s so much water. The more vaginal fluid a mother has, the stronger her pent-up desires are.” I pulled out my finger and used my tongue to swirl the honey-like fluid on it into my mouth.

“Tsk t …

I tried the taste of my mother’s vaginal fluid and was greatly surprised. It suddenly reminded me of the description of a top-quality vagina in a pornographic book. It described it as follows: The vaginal fluid is abundant and transparent. It will not turn white due to friction and foaming. It is smooth, odorless, and emits a faint fragrance. The vaginal opening is tight and cannot accommodate foreign objects. The cavity is warm and moist as if it were alive. When the penis is inserted into it, it is tight at first and then loose. When you thrust in and out, you will feel a strong suction.

These features almost perfectly matched my mother’s vagina, which aroused my curiosity. I lay down between my mother’s legs, spread the cleft, and brought my head close to look. I saw that after my fingers were removed, the vaginal flesh inside began to roll and wriggle, squeezing out the remaining honey little by little from the opening. Its pink and tender appearance was like that of a living thing.

I spread my mother’s legs a little wider, bent down and lay face down in front of her genitals. Her vulva was right in front of me. I steeled myself and wildly lowered my head. I devoutly and slowly brought my face close to that sacred place that represented my origin. As the distance shortened, I could clearly feel the warmth coming from my mother’s genitals. However, this seemed not enough, so I moved closer and closer and closer… Finally, when I reached a certain critical point, I grabbed my mother’s plump buttocks and buried my entire face between her legs. I let the fluffy pubic hair brush against my face and deeply inhaled the intoxicating fragrance unique to the mature and sexy genitals of a woman.

I pressed my face against my mother’s vulva, inhaling the scent that haunted my dreams. I even plunged my nose deep into her slit, feeling the warmth of her vaginal opening with the tip of my nose. I inhaled deeply, ecstatically, the wet, pheromone-laden fragrance of her vagina, making loud sucking sounds.

My mother’s most private place was suddenly and brutally invaded by her own son. In her unconscious state, my mother almost instinctively squeezed her plump thighs together, firmly embedding my head between her buttocks. At this moment, I could no longer suppress that intense desire, and my penis began to throb. A burning sensation rushed from my lower abdomen to my mind!

As I admired and marveled, it felt like a return to familiar surroundings. I couldn’t help but lick my mother’s thick pubic hair with my lips and tongue, kissing her slightly raised mons pubis and her small, delicate clitoris.

He kissed and licked the thick, slippery labia majora, and used the tip of his tongue to separate the lubricated, wet labia minora, the gateway through which I had to come into this world.

I used my tongue to tease my mother’s two pink labia. My mother’s vulva was pink and tender, completely different from the black ones I usually saw in AVs. At this moment, my mother’s vulva twitched, and a lot of vaginal fluid seeped out of her vulva, making it look crystal clear and even more tender.

“Oh… I really want to taste it, Mom, let your son taste your juices!” I felt my mouth was dry, so I decided to lick my mother’s tender vulva with my tongue. I covered my mother’s plump labia with my mouth. The faint scent of her juices stimulated my sense of taste and smell, making me even more excited. I put her labia in my mouth, teasing and licking her tender vulva. My mother struggled a couple of times and let out a soft moan when she was stimulated in her sleep.

When my tongue touched my mother’s labia minora, an electric-like sensation instantly filled my entire body.

It was so exciting! My heart was pounding. After gently touching it a few times with my tongue, I felt unsatisfied. I used both hands to separate my mother’s labia minora and started licking up and down along the slit of her tender vulva with my tongue. The faint salty taste, the slippery labia, the greasy vaginal opening, and the soft pubic hair were so exciting. I started frantically licking and sucking my mother’s vulva.

I explored with my tongue, greedily licking and sucking my mother’s labia majora, clitoris, and vagina. I used the tip of my tongue to lick my mother’s vulva, thinking as I licked, “Mom, I wonder if Dad has ever given you oral sex. If not, then I, your son, will be the first person in the world to give you oral sex.”

Within seconds, my mother’s sensitive nipples swelled and protruded. I spread my mother’s snow-white and rounded legs outward, and a fleshy slit suddenly appeared in the center of the dark, dense, and soft triangular bush. The vulva was slightly open, and the two labia were light red and tender. I bent down and used the tip of my tongue to lick and suck the clitoris that was the size of a peanut. I also occasionally put the tip of my tongue deep into the vulva to lick and suck the honey that flowed out of my mother.

The more I licked, the more excited and frantic I became. In the end, I didn’t care about which part was sensitive or not. I buried my mouth completely into my mother’s tender flesh, covering the entrance of her vagina with my mouth, and desperately sucking the juices that overflowed from inside.

“Tsk…tsk…”

I strained my tongue to reach into my mother’s vagina. My mother’s vagina must be an absolute gem. When I first entered, my tongue was tightly gripped by the opening. If it weren’t for my excellent licking skills, my tongue wouldn’t have been able to penetrate so deeply. The inside of her vagina was just as legendary, warm and lubricated, and it kept gripping my tongue.

As the tongue penetrates deeper, the cavity begins to convulse violently, and a large amount of honey-like fluid gushes out from the bottom.

I took a deep breath of my mother’s honey pot and drank down the sweet juice inside.

“Gurgle… Ha~! Mom’s body is truly exquisite, I never imagined she also possesses such a top-quality ‘treasure’…”

My mother, who was in a deep sleep, jolted and suddenly thrust her buttocks upward. This was purely a physical stress response, but such a violent movement showed how intensely I had stimulated her.

My mother is already 30 years old, but she has only been with one man, my father, and he was a ‘useless’ man. This goddess who fell to earth can be said to be inexperienced in sex. The couple usually only use the most traditional male-on-top position when they make love. My mother has never enjoyed oral sex from a man. So when I sucked on her honey hole today, she immediately had a strong reaction.

“Mmm~!”

I vigorously stirred my tongue inside my cold and beautiful mother’s exquisite vagina, swallowing every last drop of the released nectar. The teasing techniques I had learned were put to full use in my mother’s vagina. My tongue tip would sometimes lightly poke deep inside, sometimes lick the flesh inside, and my teeth would occasionally bite and gently rub the clitoris above the vaginal opening. Before long, my mother was aroused to the point of spasm.

“Mmm…hum…ah…ah…” Under my frantic licking, my unconscious mother involuntarily let out moans and cries, and the lustful fluid in her vagina was already flowing out like a stream!

This is a woman’s natural physiological response.

I greedily swallowed my mother’s vaginal fluids mouthful by mouthful. As I frantically sucked, her vagina continuously released more and more fluids until my entire mouth was filled with her vaginal juices…

I continued to lick my mother’s vulva with the tip of my tongue, and occasionally I would use the tip of my nose to touch and rub her clitoris, suck and gently bite her tender labia with my lips, and then lick along both sides of her vulva. My mother’s delicate body trembled repeatedly as she was licked.

When I sucked on my mother’s clitoris, her whole body trembled. Suddenly, she put both hands on my head and grabbed it, and then squeezed her legs together to hold my head down.

My body tensed up instantly, thinking that my mother might wake up. Fortunately, as I stopped licking, my mother’s hands and legs loosened, though they were still resting or clamped on my head.

I immediately felt relieved and continued licking. My mother’s unconscious reaction in her sleep excited me even more, as if she were awake and being licked by me. I was extremely aroused and excited.

As I licked her passionately, my mother’s vaginal fluid increased, and I followed the flow of the fluid to insert my tongue into her vagina. It was tight inside, and I had to squeeze and squeeze before my tongue finally got in.

After my tongue entered, it stirred again, and my mother struggled even more violently, especially when I retracted my tongue like a round stick and suddenly pushed it in, and my mother let out a soft moan.

My body tensed up, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from deep within my honey hole. I couldn’t dodge in time, and it splattered all over my face.

I suddenly felt even more excited. I knew that when sensitivity reached its peak, an orgasm would follow. I never imagined that my mother’s body was so sensitive. I only licked her a little and she orgasmed and squirted.

At this point, my tongue was a little numb from exhaustion. I raised my head and swallowed the saliva mixed with my vaginal fluid. My mother’s tender vulva was already soaking wet. Her pubic hair was stuck together, and her wet labia looked like they were coated with oil. I couldn’t tell if it was my saliva or my mother’s vaginal secretions.

The private status of a woman’s breasts and genitals is not due to the husband’s privilege over them, but rather to the role these female organs play in the continuation of the family line, the continuation of the family, and the purity of bloodlines. All of this demonstrates their sacredness, making them invaluable treasures of a woman’s body.

And now, my mother’s three priceless treasures have undoubtedly been completely defiled and desecrated by me—my mother’s soft and plump breasts are being played with in the palm of my hand, the nipples that once fed me along with the areolas have been sucked, licked and bitten in my mouth, and my mother’s mature vulva has been completely desecrated by my lips and tongue. My mother, the number one beauty policewoman in Zhongjing, whom countless men dream of, is now being wantonly played with by her own son, and it’s only a matter of time before I ride on her crotch and rape her!

(No! Mom is too lewd! I can’t hold back anymore! I don’t care about anything else! I just want to fuck my slutty mom to pieces right now!)

I stood up, my penis twitching as pre-ejaculate leaked out. I took a deep breath!

Just like in the novel, I hoisted my mother’s plump, straight thighs onto my shoulders. Although I was already seriously driven by lust, I couldn’t help but feel scared, and my teeth kept chattering.

I carefully examined my mother’s delicate and dignified features. My mother is so beautiful!

I gently kissed my mother’s lips. The softness of her lips, combined with the pleasant scent of her breath, made me completely lose my mind.

I used two fingers to separate my mother’s tightly closed vulva, revealing the narrow vaginal opening hidden inside. Under the stimulation of my fingers, the inner walls of my mother’s vagina began to slowly undulate and contract. With the two labia majora turned up, the alluring beauty bloomed like a rose, almost instantly and permanently imprinted on the deepest part of my soul.

This is the path I walked when I came into this world. At the end of the path is my birthplace, which I long for, my mother’s womb.

The feminine scent emanating from my mother’s vagina completely aroused my male instincts. I longed to possess and violate my mother with my big cock, the big cock that was conceived through my mother’s womb.

Seeing that my mother was frowning but not awake, I thought she must be dreaming about having sex with my father. So I slowly inserted two fingers into my mother’s vagina and felt my fingers being tightly wrapped by the fleshy walls. It felt so smooth!

While I was sucking her clitoris, I was also inserting my fingers back and forth into her vagina, watching her juices flow freely. I was so excited that I couldn’t help myself. My penis was already rock hard, so I grabbed it with my hand and licked and sucked her vulva, rubbing it while watching my mother’s genitals…

This really made me want to keep going. I wanted to rub my penis head against my mother’s vagina, so I held my penis and rubbed the head against my mother’s labia majora. Oh!

So smooth and warm, I almost lost my mind. With bloodshot eyes, I was like a gambler about to go all in, and I had the thought of abandoning everything and raping my own mother in front of me…

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; how could I possibly let such a beautiful place slip by?

At that moment, I mounted my horse, grabbed my mother’s two naked and sexy legs, and pressed the head of my penis against her vulva.

However, just as I was about to go all the way in, I suddenly felt as if there was a pair of mysterious eyes watching me in this quiet room, which made me shudder instantly!

“Huh? Who?? Why do I feel like someone’s watching me??”

I held my large penis, which was about to be inserted into her vagina, and then subconsciously turned my head to look around the room. I had a feeling that there was a pair of eyes watching me from inside the room.

“Strange? Am I acting strangely? Uh… Oh! Hehehe, it’s you.”

I looked up and saw a wedding photo of my parents hanging on the wall. My father in the photo was looking at me.

This immediately relieved me, and at the same time, I couldn’t help but reveal a smug, lewd smile. I looked up at my father in the wedding photo and laughed, “Hehehe, Dad? What are you looking at? I’m about to fuck your wife, who is also my biological mother, right in front of you. What can you do to me, Dad? It’s your fault for not being home. It’s your fault for being so careless. Hehehe! Don’t worry, Dad, I will definitely make Mom have multiple orgasms. As for this green hat… you can wear it with peace of mind.”

In the wedding photo, my father is watching me spread my mother’s beautiful legs apart with both hands, and watching that terrifying big meat stick pressing against my mother’s vagina.

This gave me an overwhelming sense of conquest; I felt like I was about to rape my mother in front of my father.

“Hehe, Dad, now your son is going to fuck your wife, and I’m really going to fuck her, hahaha! Since you’re not saying anything, then I won’t be polite.”

I thrust my big cock into my mother’s pussy, but after a few thrusts, the huge glans slipped off her labia.

I adjusted the position of my penis several times, and finally managed to press it against the labia that I could clearly feel the heat from.

The moment my big cock touched my mother’s labia, I couldn’t help but shudder.

“Uh…whoosh…it’s hitting the spot…it’s hitting the spot…” I was so nervous that I didn’t even dare to breathe. Although I couldn’t see my mother’s labia majora, I could really feel the two soft, silky flesh on my penis.

I wanted to continue, but it was difficult because my mother’s vaginal opening was too small, and my penis was too big to insert directly.

Angered, I pressed my hard, thick, black penis against my mother’s rosy slit, as if I couldn’t wait to break in.

“Hiss… Oh… Hmm?”

The thick, long penis made several attempts, but apart from pushing the slit into a concave ring shape, it seemed unable to penetrate.

“Hoo… I really want to put it in… Ugh! Ugh!” I was itching to thrust into my mother’s pussy with all my might, but I was afraid that it would wake her up in pain. I held my big cock in my hand and slid it up and down along my mother’s labia. The intense stimulation almost made me ejaculate.

After calming the urge to ejaculate, I tentatively placed the head of my penis back at the entrance of my mother’s vagina. I arched my back and then gently rubbed the head of my penis against my mother’s labia. The foreskin of my penis was slowly parted by my mother’s wet labia, and that process was so incredibly pleasurable.

“Uh…uh…uh…” In the dream, the mother seemed to be in pain from my thrusting, making incomprehensible murmurs.

The mother in the dream must also be feeling aroused. She probably dreamed that the father was making love with her, but she was also wondering why he couldn’t penetrate her vagina for a long time.

This aroused my mother’s desire as well, and her body began to sway uncontrollably. She twisted her silk-stockinged hips and squeezed her silk-stockinged legs together, constantly turning towards me and towards that penis.

“Ugh… ugh… ugh, so good… Mom, I never knew you had this side to you? Ugh… ah… I can’t hold back anymore…” This was the first time I had ever seen this side of my mother. I had always thought she was a cold and aloof beauty, but she was so gentle and proactive with her husband. Her stockinged buttocks were twisting and squeezing his penis, and there was a seductive and alluring charm between her brows. Her tender lips were humming and moaning seductively. It really opened my eyes.

I lay on top of my mother and couldn’t help but kiss her again. I kissed her tightly closed eyes and her thin, diamond-shaped lips, caressed her pretty face, and then traced her neck back to her soft breasts. My hands kneaded her two mounds of soft flesh, and I thrust my lower body in and out between her silk-stockinged thighs, occasionally pressing against her throbbing vulva.

As I continued to tease her, my mother’s sensitive body naturally responded. My hands continued to trace the curves of her body, tracing her slender waist, full hips, and shapely legs. Then I grabbed her two beautiful feet, slipped on the flesh-colored stockings I had prepared for them, and held them gently in my hands.

Because of the face-to-face position, the curve of her arch did not correspond to the angle of my hand grip, so I switched positions, using my right hand to grasp my mother’s right foot and my left hand to grasp her left foot. Although my mother’s crossed legs looked a little awkward, in this position my palms could perfectly fit my mother’s small feet, tightly holding those beautiful lotus feet, as if my mother represented everything about women.

I gently kneaded my mother’s two tender breasts with both hands, and my penis swelled up even more; when I touched her honey hole that was flowing with my mother’s nectar!

My penis was swollen to its maximum size, the tip sticky, probably from the pre-ejaculate secreted during extreme excitement. It was painfully hard, but I still couldn’t penetrate my mother’s vagina.

I used both hands to separate my mother’s two plump petals again, and the small pink petals inside also overlapped and opened, and the lotus flower reappeared.

I dripped my saliva onto the engorged glans, as if to lubricate my penis.

With two fingers still prying open the fleshy leaves, he pressed the huge glans directly against the tightly closed crucian carp-shaped opening, and with the same effort he had just used, he thrust his waist forward, barely managing to force half of the head in.

“Oh…so tight…so grippy…I can’t believe there’s such a tight hole in the world! I felt like I was going to ejaculate as soon as I was penetrated…it really is a top-tier hole…it’s killing me!”

I felt my glans being sucked so tightly, like a baby nursing, and while I was being squeezed so tightly that I grimaced and stared in disbelief, I adjusted my position, preparing for a deeper intrusion.

Just as the head, which seemed to be deformed from being squeezed, was almost forced out by the strong internal pressure, I gritted my teeth and thrust hard again.

“Mmm…mmm…”

A beautiful, ethereal chant, as if drifting slowly down from the heavens, reached my ears. A sudden panic gripped me; I thought to myself, “This is great! Has my mother beneath me been awakened by my lovemaking?”

I quickly stopped exercising and looked at her delicate face, which was still tightly closed. Thankfully, Mom only slightly furrowed her willow-leaf eyebrows and let out a soft moan; she didn’t wake up.

Still shaken, I then realized that my lower body felt cold.

Looking down, I realized that the glans of my penis, which I had worked so hard to get into the warm, tight opening, had been forcibly expelled just moments before.

I stared with my bulging red eyes at the tightly closed opening of her vagina, and couldn’t help but sigh with longing. But I didn’t intend to let my mother off so easily. Even just rubbing against her honey hole would be a pleasure.

So I rubbed my glans against my mother’s tender, tightly closed vulva. Soon, her vulva became wet and muddy.

“Mmm… Ugh… Mom, I didn’t expect you to be so horny. Dad is really lucky to be able to take Mom’s virginity…”

“Hmm… Hmm? Eh? ~~” In her dream, her mother was still seductively twisting her pert buttocks, which made the penis between her legs feel a little unbearable. At the same time, the lustful fluid seeping from her honey hole made the penis wet and slippery.

“Mom, stop twisting… Ugh! Oh no! I’m going to cum!” I was so excited that I reached my climax and couldn’t hold back anymore. With a ‘slurp’, I ejaculated!

The large glans, pressed against the mother’s vagina, began to ejaculate copious amounts of semen.

“Ugh! I came… I came… Ugh…” Thick semen shot onto my mother’s vaginal opening. This made me feel both regretful and enjoyable as I was ejaculating. But then I thought, it’s still safe. At least I can clean it up and my mother won’t suspect anything when she wakes up.

“Huff…huff…uh…uh…”

“Mmm, husband~~ husband~~~” Although my penis couldn’t penetrate my mother’s vagina, her body still convulsed as if she had entered a strange orgasm, which then gradually subsided.

At this moment, my mother’s vagina was covered in lubricating fluid, and the opening of her vagina was slightly open. Seeing this made my blood boil, and my big cock got hard again. The pleasure of successfully drugging and raping my beautiful mother was tempting me. I decided to disregard everything. I put my mother’s legs on my shoulders, bent down, and once again placed the head of my penis on the opening of my mother’s vagina.

“Mom, I really do want to go home!” I thrust my hips forward, “Uh…” A sudden pain shot through my lower body as my glans was blocked from entering by my mother’s tight labia!

The mother’s whole body tensed up, and her already tight vagina became even tighter.

“Damn it! Why is my slutty mom’s cunt so tight… I can’t get in at all…” I was furious after failing to rape her. I thrust my whole cock forward again, but the head of my penis was still blocked at the entrance of my mom’s small fleshy hole. I even felt a little pain. I didn’t expect my mom, who had given birth to me, to be so tight. I don’t know if it’s because my mom’s tender little hole hasn’t been used for too long.

“Mmm…husband…” Suddenly, Mom reached out and hugged me, moaning and calling me “husband.” Then, Mom’s body trembled, and “plop,” a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out from Mom’s parted tender flesh, wetting my glans.

My mother’s actions startled me. I thought I had woken her up by making too much noise. If she woke up and saw my big penis thrusting into her vagina, everything would be over.

I couldn’t help but look up at my mother’s pretty face. Her face was flushed, and her slender eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she was about to wake up. I was so frightened that I quickly stepped back, fearing that if my mother woke up now, I wouldn’t know how to explain myself.

“Oh no… If Mom wakes up like this… I’ll definitely be caught in the act by her… I’m too weak to beat Mom, who’s a criminal police officer… Not only will I be unable to rape her, but I’ll also likely be sent to a labor camp by her…” My impulse slowly cooled down, and fear and the instinct for survival began to spread in my heart. No, now is not the time to get Mom.

I broke out in a cold sweat, but dared not move, afraid of waking my mother, so I remained in the position of having attempted to rape her.

After a long while, my mother’s breathing returned to a steady rhythm, and I carefully tidied up her messy, tender vulva. I gently lowered her silk-stockinged legs from my shoulders. Luckily, my mother had masturbated the night before, or I would have been finished. Startled, I dared not continue to vent my lust on my mother’s body. After all, I didn’t know how many sleeping pills she had taken, and so much time had passed. What if she suddenly woke up during the act? It would be a huge loss.

Fortunately, Mom just turned over again and let out a muffled “Ugh!” in her sleep. Perhaps due to the effects of the sleeping pills, Mom didn’t wake up immediately.

At this moment, under the soft light, Mom’s sleeping posture was so alluring. With each breath, the two plump breasts on her chest rose and fell as if they were alive. Her pink curves, snowy buttocks, and jade-like legs were all captivating and dazzling.

This time, the angle at which Mom was sleeping on her back exposed her wet vulva to my eyes.

Reluctantly, I rubbed my engorged penis against my mother’s vulva, the semen seeping from my glans dripping into her clitoris and mixing perfectly with her vaginal fluids.

My glans gently circled around my mother’s labia, and a warm, moist, and wonderful current immediately shot to my head. I could clearly feel my mother’s passage contracting continuously, but after the previous attempt, I knew that it was almost impossible to penetrate such a tight honey hole without disturbing my mother, so I dared not go any deeper. I just kept rubbing against the entrance of her beautiful hole, and finally I ejaculated on my mother’s belly.

I used wet wipes to clean the semen and genitals off my mother’s body, leaving no trace untouched. Then I put her underwear back on. After doing all this, I stood up reluctantly, left my mother’s bedside, and then, looking at my mother’s snow-white, naked body, I angrily began to rub my penis.

The veins on the penis shaft bulged out like crisscrossing mountains, forming winding protrusions. The shaft, too large to be grasped in one hand, was hard and hot, with a thick ring of glans protruding several centimeters beyond the shaft, resembling a mushroom whose cap had not yet opened.

The purplish-blue glans was excessively congested with blood, the foreskin was pushed into the coronal sulcus, and a small amount of clear fluid slowly squeezed out from the urethral opening through the shallow groove formed by the frenulum below the urethral opening.

Every time I think of my mother’s beautiful, abstinent feet, my penis swells to its limit, and the lust in my mind drives my hand to climb onto my penis and start stroking it.

I fantasize that my penis is currently thrusting back and forth between my mother’s delicate feet. The pressure from the arches and soles makes it hard for me to breathe. The smooth skin and precise muscles stimulate my sensitive glans and coronal sulcus. The tingling sensation makes me unconsciously quicken the pace of my masturbation.

I closed my eyes and roughly and quickly stroked my penis. The foreskin flipped up and down between the glans and the frenulum, and the frenulum was also violently pulled up and down. I imagined that I was being gazed at by my mother, while my cute feet were making intense movements towards my penis.

One foot’s toes gripped the recessed coronal sulcus tightly, the warm, soft skin rubbing against the sensitive area. The toes squeezed the connection between the shaft and the glans, deforming the frenulum and urethra. The other foot tugged back and forth on the skin of the shaft, brutally pulling the foreskin tightly piled up in the coronal sulcus of the glans.

The corpus cavernosum was being squeezed tightly, and the grinding and squeezing on the glans made me let out a low growl. I increased the strength in my hand, gripped the glans tightly with my thumb and forefinger, and quickly stroked the penis from the base to the tip.

“Mom, this slut… your tender pussy is so lewd… just a little play and it’s flowing with so much juice… that protruding clitoris… those delicate labia and pink flesh walls… that juicy honey hole… it must feel amazing to penetrate… I really want to penetrate Mom’s tender pussy… even just once… and maybe after I’ve violated Mom, after tasting my cock… she might become submissive to my cock… I must find a way to get Mom… train her into a sex slave… let me violate her… ah… Mom… this is your own son’s cock… lick it, oh… slutty mom! Hurry!” “Lick your own son’s penis!” My lower body was incredibly swollen and painful. As I masturbated my burning penis in front of my sleeping mother, I conjured up an image in my mind of my mother shamefully licking her own son’s penis: her slender hands gently grasped the base of my penis, while her cherry-colored lips, already possessing the charm of a mature mother, softly took it into her warm mouth, enveloping it. Her wet tongue slid incessantly across the head of my penis, licking the most sensitive areas of my body, and occasionally sucking in and out of her mouth, warm saliva flowing across my large penis…

“Mom, I love you, I want to ejaculate all my semen into you, my penis is so hard… Mom… I want you…” I controlled my excitement, rubbing my incredibly hot penis: “Ah… um… I can’t take it… Mom… you’re so beautiful… I love you, Mom, I love you so much… so beautiful… I… I… I want to ejaculate my thick semen in front of you… Mom… I want to ejaculate all my semen onto you… You’ll like it too, Mom…”

“Mom, I want you so much… I must have you… I’ll rape you hard with this cock… I’ll make you submit to this cock… become my sex slave mom… obediently get pregnant for me…” I kept rubbing my hot, swollen cock, fantasizing about using my hands to roam over my mother’s beautiful body, caressing her beautiful legs, buttocks, waist, tender pussy, or huge breasts, making my mother let out shy moans, her face flushed with lustful fluids, begging me to play with her protruding clitoris and engorged labia, then thrusting my cock hard into her wet, slick, lustful pussy, pounding into her tender honey hole, all the way to her uterus, and finally using all my strength to thrust hard, ejaculating all my semen into my mother’s uterus, making her pregnant.

“Ah… Mom… I came… Oh…” A sharp, tingling sensation and a trembling feeling shot through my tailbone, and a thick stream of semen spurted from my large penis onto the floor. I felt a surge of pleasure throughout my body, but also a pang of regret: “If only I could have shot all this semen into Mom’s enchanting womb! Sigh…”

“You’re lucky, Mom. I’ll let you off the hook tonight.” I helped Mom put her clothes back on, then cleaned up the scene. After tidying up my things and making sure nothing was left behind, I lowered my head and kissed Mom’s silk-stockinged instep deeply. I was reluctant to let go of those beautiful silk-stockinged feet that brought me so much pleasure, but unfortunately, now wasn’t the best time to play with Mom.

I quietly returned to my room and lay on the bed, secretly thinking how wonderful it would be to possess my mother’s hot and sexy body. If only my mother would agree to have sex with me, then she wouldn’t have to spend her days alone masturbating. What if one day my mother’s lustful body is conquered by someone else, and he rapes her every day…

no!

We must not let them succeed!

But my mother is still my biological mother, and she would never willingly have sex with me. If I rape her first, make her lose her virginity to me, and then slowly “train” her, she might succeed with her burning sexual desire. But my mother is a criminal police officer, and she can beat up several of her own sons without any problem. How am I supposed to do that? Right, just like in AVs!

Take your mother to a secluded place, then drug her until she falls into a deep sleep, then rape her to your heart’s content, and finally film the rape to blackmail her!

I forced my mother to submit to my penis!

Finally, I trained my mother to be my sex slave and private pet!

As I thought this, I began to fantasize about a day when a sex slave mother, unable to have sex due to pregnancy, would have to frantically perform foot fetishes on me in stockings to satisfy her own son’s sexual desires, allowing me to release my semen onto her silk-stockinged body.

While I was lost in thought and unable to sleep, my sleeping mother had a strange dream.

In the dream, Mom was wearing an overly tight, exaggerated bodysuit. Her pair of incredibly elastic breasts struggled against the fabric fibers, revealing the perfect outline of her soft breasts: on the two round, full mounds, two slightly firm nipples pushed out two tiny protrusions.

If you look closely, you’ll see that the fibers are already somewhat loose, as if they’re about to burst. The fabric between the legs of this bodysuit is even more shameful, with the seams aggressively digging into her crotch, some even sinking into her vulva. The highly elastic fabric even outlines the shape of her vulva, making it look incredibly lewd.

The tender flesh of her vulva clung tightly to the seams of her shorts, and the unprecedented sensation made her realize for the first time how sensitive this shameful part of her body was. Overwhelmed with shame, all her attention was focused on her genitals. Although her two tender labia remained tightly closed, they were powerless to resist the intrusion of the seams, and instead shamelessly bit them. The crotch of her tight-fitting clothes pressed against her mons pubis, as if trying to squeeze something out, and her vulva seemed ready to surrender, becoming somewhat damp, a mixture of sweat and vaginal fluid.

Just as she was feeling shy and unable to contain herself, a pair of large hands suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed her large breasts tightly. She was about to fight back, but found that she couldn’t muster any strength. Suddenly, the strong hands grabbed her mother’s legs, picked her up horizontally, and threw her forcefully toward the bed.

The mother tried to scream but found that she couldn’t make a sound. Her body fell awkwardly onto the mattress, her entire thigh and private parts exposed to the light!

(No! Who are you?)

The mother tried hard to see the other person’s face clearly, but she couldn’t make it out. Soon, the other person pounced on her and pressed her down tightly. Then, the other person reached out and grabbed the mother’s slender ankles. With her feet held by the other person, the mother tried to push them away with her hands, but she couldn’t get any strength. Instead, the other person took off the mother’s high heels.

Then Mom felt her legs being spread apart, and a pair of hands touched her waist, grabbed the edge of her stockings, and slowly slid them down her buttocks, actually removing the sheer stockings for her…

(Get away… I’m a police officer… no…)

The mother shook her head weakly, her hands reaching aimlessly towards her lower body, trying to stop the hands from taking off her stockings. But the other person pushed her hands away without hesitation, and soon her long, slender, snow-white legs were fully exposed, her glossy skin gleaming, blatantly teasing the other person’s gaze…

(No…no…who are you…?)

Mom tried to resist, but she couldn’t muster any strength. Soon, she felt a slight warmth on her face, and a smooth touch reached her lips, gliding lightly.

In a daze, the mother realized that the other person was kissing her. She tried to press herself tightly against the other person’s chest, opening her blurry eyes to see the face of the person in her dream clearly.

(Hmm…you…you look so familiar…so…like my husband…that’s right…it looks like my husband…)

With her mind at ease, the mother opened her mouth slightly and responded with a mix of enthusiasm and shyness.

The person kissing the mother had full, smooth lips, and seeing the mother’s initiative, the person responded enthusiastically to her.

A warm, moist tongue pried open Mom’s teeth and slid into her mouth.

The mother let out a comfortable humming sound, completely absorbed in this game that seemed both real and surreal.

The lips of the dream man, who looked just like her husband, slid over her mother’s lips, across her nose, eyes, cheeks, and chin, finally settling on her collarbone, where he licked it wantonly.

Overwhelmed by the surging pleasure within her, she could no longer bear it. Her collarbone was a sensitive spot, and waves of pleasure washed over her. She could no longer care about anything else and let out a muffled groan.

Then the person in the dream climbed onto the mother. The mother felt a darkness before her eyes and barely opened them a crack. The person’s face was pressed against the mother’s face.

(No…no…this young face…looks more like…his son?!)

The mother looked closely at the other person’s young face, and the more she looked, the more it resembled… no, it was the face of her own son!

(No! No! We’re mother and child… not even in a dream!)

The mother struggled frantically, but found that her body wouldn’t obey her commands.

(Right…it must be a wet dream…it’s because of my strong sexual desire that I have nowhere to release it…as long as I release it once…yes…masturbation…that’s it…masturbation is enough…)

With difficulty, Mom stretched out one hand to rub her full, half-naked breasts, and pressed the other hand against the bulge in her lower abdomen. Her two beautiful legs were tightly clamped together and twisting and turning, and she was covered in sweat as she writhed on the bed.

And indeed, the biological son in the dream remained motionless, staring blankly at his mother.

(It works…yes…that’s it…)

Mom adjusted her breathing, then used the index and middle fingers of her left hand to separate the tender, pink labia, revealing the pink, moist vulva, the bright red clitoris, and the vaginal opening that was already slightly open and leaking fluid.

Taking a deep breath, Mom bent over slightly, put her right index, middle and ring fingers together, and began to use these three fingers to stroke, scrape and knead her fully exposed crotch flesh.

With a clenched tongue and a hint of shame, the mother rubbed her sensitive, erect nipples with one hand and skillfully manipulated her engorged clitoris and labia minora with the other, quickly producing a large amount of clear, slippery vaginal fluid.

(Since it’s all in a dream… I might as well… indulge myself this once…)

The mother simply let go of her inhibitions, and her movements became increasingly unrestrained. As her vaginal fluids increased, the mother began to indulge herself.

The mother not only increased the speed and intensity of playing with her nipples and vulva, but also frequently smeared the love fluid secreted from her vagina onto her breasts, nipples, and lower abdomen. She even dipped her fingers in the fluid, put them in her mouth to suck and taste, and fantasized about the feeling of making love with her husband.

A moment later, Mom opened her small mouth, trying to scream but no sound came out. Then her legs shook wildly, her body suddenly arched forward, and then she slumped down weakly, her eyes revealing a dazed and lost allure…

At this moment, the biological son, who was motionless in his dream, suddenly reached out his hands and grabbed his mother’s pair of huge breasts!

(Huh…ah…ah…ah?)

The mother never expected that after masturbating in her dream, she would be ambushed by her son in her dream. She was shocked and opened her mouth to scream, but found that no sound came out.

Logically, the mother should have pushed her son away immediately, but the mother, who was in a dream, discovered that she could no longer move her limbs.

(Strange… I could move just now… This dream is so strange… Hmm… Son… Ugh… No… You can’t… You can’t touch Mommy’s breasts… Ha…)

Having just reached her climax, the mother felt even more sensitive and soon became infatuated. Her ears turned almost pink, and her skin became hot from the turbulent passion.

(Bad…bad son…Mom’s breasts…you really can’t touch them…not even in your dreams…)

Perhaps responding to his mother’s obsession, the son in the dream actually removed his hand from his mother’s full, large breasts.

(Yes… this is the real Mom… even in dreams it’s not allowed… we’re mother and son… my good son…)

The mother trembled slightly all over, and occasionally let out a painful groan. But when she saw her son in her dream looking at her with the pure innocence of a child, she was suddenly tormented by a strong sense of shame.

(So, Mom, are you still feeling unwell? Would you like me to rub it for you again?)

In the dream, the son smiled and nodded, giving his mother a very obedient smile.

(ah?)

The mother was stunned for a moment. Why could they suddenly have a conversation?

In the dream, the son had a filial expression on his face.

(I just saw that Mom looked very upset; she was humming softly.)

In the dream, the son looked at his mother with innocent and pure eyes, without the slightest hint of lust, appearing exactly like a dutiful son.

(So ​​the son in my dream… was just giving me, his mother, a massage… that’s why he touched my chest… and my legs… and even helped me take off my shoes and socks…)

The mother suddenly realized what was happening and thought to herself.

(What did I do… I actually thought it was a wet dream… and shamelessly performed masturbation for my son in the dream… It’s so embarrassing… Thank goodness it was just a dream… Otherwise I would have killed myself…)

(Mom, you still seem uncomfortable. Let me massage you again.)

In my dream, my son had a shy smile on his face.

(No…no…I can’t touch Mom’s breasts…)

The mother shyly tried to cover her breasts, but her arms wouldn’t obey her commands.

(But son, didn’t I touch my mother’s breast many times when I was a baby? And now I’m just giving my mother a massage. I’m just doing my filial duty…)

In the dream, the son smiled and continued to look at his mother.

(No means no… What kind of mother would show her naked body to her son… It’s so embarrassing…)

The mother’s pretty face flushed even more with embarrassment.

(Wasn’t Mom wearing underwear?)

The son in the dream asked in confusion.

The mother looked down and realized she was suddenly wearing underwear.

(Oh… I see… So it was just a dream… Hmm… Alright then… Anyway… it’s just a dream… I can’t let my dutiful son down… So… let him do it…)

As if responding to his mother, the son in his dream reached out to her, and two shy blushes immediately appeared on his mother’s pretty face, and her pink lips moved slightly.

Mom simply closed her beautiful eyes and lay quietly, like a sleeping angel, exuding a noble and elegant temperament. Her fair and beautiful face had a touch of shy charm, her eyes were as bright as autumn water, her nose was straight and upturned, and her small mouth was pink and tender like a flower petal. Every exquisite feature was perfectly proportioned.

My mother’s soft hair was piled up, her delicate chin held high with an air of pride and confidence, her snow-white neck was long and slender like a swan, and her fair collarbone was so clearly defined that it could be said that God had sculpted it himself. Her full and protruding breasts, if exposed, would only ruin my mother’s pure and refined beauty at this moment.

(Let’s start the massage. First, let’s massage Mom’s shoulders to help her get used to it.)

In the dream, the son reached out and placed his hands on his mother’s round, smooth shoulders.

(Hmm…okay…heh…)

The moment her son’s hands touched her smooth skin, her body trembled slightly, but her son’s movements were proper, so she felt relieved.

(It wasn’t a wet dream after all… Michelle… you’re being too sensitive… why would you have such a dream… could it be because my son massaged me during the day?)

The mother felt only peace and comfort in her heart.

(Mom, is the massage comfortable, son?)

After a set of shoulder massage movements, the son in the dream asked.

(fine……)

Mom responded softly.

(So, son, I’ve started massaging Mom’s breasts now…)

The son in the dream suddenly spoke.

(Okay… ah… no… I can’t touch your breasts… ah…)

The moment his mother said “okay,” the son in his dream began to try to take off his mother’s bra.

(Ah…no…)

The mother, in a daze, had little strength. Her own hands were grasped and held together by her son in her dream, and placed above her head. Meanwhile, another hand reached behind her, pinching the two small clasps of her bra, gently tightening and loosening them, instantly easing the constriction on her chest.

As her bra was slowly pushed up, her pair of fair and lustrous breasts popped out, their nipples erect, their pink areolas attracting the attention of the unknown person in front of her.

(Don’t… Don’t look! Son, don’t look!)

Mom’s pretty face immediately turned red.

(Isn’t Mom wearing nipple covers?)

The son in the dream asked in confusion.

(Thank goodness… my private parts weren’t exposed… wait… why are they pressing on my breasts…)

The mother looked down and saw that each of her private nipples was covered with a nipple cover, but being massaged by her own son in her dream was still too shameful, so she couldn’t help but ask.

(Of course you should massage your breasts regularly… otherwise you might get breast cancer…)

The son in the dream explained.

(Is…is that so?…Well…okay then…it’s just a dream anyway…)

With a blush creeping onto her face and lost in thought, Mom surprisingly agreed to lower her arm.

A pair of large, firm, snow-white, exquisite breasts, perky and full, rested upside down on the mother’s chest, towering high, round and full, delicate and smooth.

The curved lines and the shimmering essential oil on the delicate, snow-white flesh were mesmerizing. The small breast pads above the breasts subtly revealed a ring of pale pink areolas. Especially after losing the restraint and shaping of the bra, these exquisite breasts still created a deep cleavage between the two soft mounds, making them extremely alluring.

For the first time, her precious breasts were exposed to a man other than her husband, and it was her own son. Even though it was a dream, two blushes lingered on her fair and beautiful face, making her look charming and alluring.

(Now we begin the formal breast massage…)

The son in the dream remained expressionless.

(Um……)

The mother gave a shy “Mmm,” her heart pounding like a deer’s, and Rouyi couldn’t help but clutch her tightly.

Just as the mother was feeling extremely nervous and shy, the son in the dream reached out his hand. Instead of directly climbing up his mother’s two high, white, and delicate breasts, he first placed his hand on both sides of his mother’s waist and ribs, gently and slowly pushing the skin around the side breasts with his palm.

The mother’s muscles were tense, but when her son’s hands massaged and lifted around her accessory breast, her tension was quickly replaced by the comfort brought by his skillful technique. Her wide eyes closed unconsciously, and her tense muscles relaxed as she enjoyed the massage of her son’s warm hands moving around the edge of her breasts.

But soon, Mom felt her chest getting hotter and hotter, and her breasts felt like they were burning with fire. Her sensitive and delicate nipples even felt like countless ants were biting them. It wasn’t an itchy feeling, but an indescribable discomfort.

The mother couldn’t help but open her eyes and look at her chest. She saw her own son’s large hand stroking and moving quickly across her fair, smooth, and delicate skin. Her own son was touching her body. The mother tightly pursed her pink lips, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her heart was filled with shame.

Then, the son slowly moved his hands to his mother’s tempting, large breasts. The mother’s eyes widened immediately as she watched as her son’s hands easily grasped her firm, large breasts.

(Ah… how… how did it… touch me like that…?)

The mother’s half-naked body trembled, and she let out a soft cry, her heart filled with panic.

(Did you hurt Mommy?… It’s my fault… Mommy’s milk ducts are a little blocked… They feel a bit hard when I press… That’s why I pressed harder…)

Just as the mother was feeling extremely shy, her son in the dream suddenly said something shyly.

(Is…is that how it is? But…a mother and child massaging like this…even in a dream…it doesn’t seem quite right…)

The mother shyly tried to refuse, but her son’s hot and strong hands still firmly grasped her two full, snow-white breasts. His burning palms pressed tightly against her breasts, and the blush on her pretty face instantly spread to the roots of her neck.

(I am my mother’s biological son… I must love and cherish my mother… Mom, don’t think too much… This is my way of showing filial piety…)

In his dream, the son continued to knead his mother’s soft, supple breasts.

(Is…is that so?…Oh, I see…What a good son of mine…He’s so filial even in my dreams…)

The mother’s pretty face flushed red with embarrassment as she thought wildly, but her dry mouth suddenly swallowed a mouthful of sweet saliva. Her son’s kneading had just given her a shameful pleasure!

(My son’s hands… feel so good… no… this is my son showing filial piety…)

The mother blushed, her eyes welling up with tears. Just as she was about to stop, the hot hand on her chest began to move. Her son’s burning palm and fingers slid over her tender, sensitive breasts, making her tremble. She bit her soft, rosy lips tightly, too nervous to speak.

The mother even felt that, under the massage of her son’s hot hands, her nipples, hidden under the breast pad, were quietly standing up against her will, and the engorged nipples could be clearly seen as small protrusions against the breast pad.

(My breasts are swollen… and I feel wet down there… How could I be in a dream… feeling aroused for my own son… Could it really be because… I’ve been empty for too long… After all these years… I haven’t been satisfied by my husband… Even when I’m most horny… I’ve only been able to relieve myself with my fingers…)

The mother was ashamed to find that her vagina seemed a little wet!

The mother couldn’t help but raise her small hand to cover her private parts, but as soon as she raised it, she remembered that her every move would be seen by her son in his dream, so she moved her delicate hand to cover her cherry lips.

(This…this won’t do…something will happen…)

Just as the mother mustered the courage to call a halt, her son’s hands, burning hot like needles, moved from her chest to her nipples.

(Oops! This won’t work… You can’t press this button!)

The mother protested, her pretty face flushed red. Her remaining rationality told her that the nipples were beyond the scope of the massage.

(Mom’s milk is blocking this area… If you don’t express it, your mastitis will occur…)

The smile of her son in her dream became blurred in her eyes.

(No…don’t talk nonsense! Mom weaned her many years ago! No…don’t pinch! This isn’t a massage…let go!)

The mother struggled to raise her hand to push her son’s hand away, but her arm was weak and powerless. Her blushing face began to show an angry expression.

(This is of course a massage… a massage technique to help mothers unclog their milk ducts…)

In the dream, the son’s lips began to turn up, and he pinched his mother’s nipple with his thumb and forefinger, constantly changing the position as if he were expressing milk.

The mother, unable to move, began to blush, her two soft and tender breasts became firm and swollen, and her two small and sensitive nipples swelled up from being teased and aroused by her son’s hands.

The mother bit her lip to suppress a moan. Her breasts had already felt much better during the massage, but shortly after her son started expressing milk, an electric-like sexual pleasure surged from deep within her uterus, surging through her nipples like a continuous line, and a warm current was released from her nipples.

(Mom…look…the milk is leaking…)

The son in the dream reminded her, and the shy mother looked down and was stunned to find that her breast milk was indeed flowing out.

(This is… how could this be… why is milk flowing out… the feeling of milk flowing out… so comfortable… it’s almost like… a breast orgasm… right… this is a dream… it’s a dream… why did it turn into such a strange dream…)

This wonderful feeling made the mother close her eyes in comfort, and the milk, which was originally just a few drops, began to flow out in a steady stream as the masseuse skillfully squeezed it.

In the dream, the son increased his strength, and the milk gushed upwards in streams, soaking his mother’s body.

(My son’s technique… is amazing… I’ve never felt anything like it before… when milk is expressed from the breast… it feels so good… the milk flows like a fountain… so wonderful… this massage feels like a caress… if only my husband could do this too…)

Mom slowly raised her head, her whole body trembling. Unconsciously, her two legs, clad in stockings, began to rub together. It felt so good. Her sensitive and tender vulva was already overflowing with clear, lubricating fluid.

However, because her attention was entirely focused on her breasts, the mother did not notice that the love fluid that had flowed out had soaked a small patch in the center of her underwear.

The wetness from the love juice wasn’t very large, but it completely exposed the mother’s slightly protruding vulva. The two plump and moist labia majora were half-open, with two pink petals forming a long fleshy slit in the middle. When the son squeezed the mother’s nipples with both hands, the pink fleshy slit hidden under the mother’s panties was like a pink and delicate cherry lip, opening and closing slightly as the nipples were squeezed.

(Mom, son, I need to squeeze out the rest of the milk a little harder…)

In the dream, the son whispered to his mother.

(good……)

The mother’s large breasts were comfortably spraying milk, so pleasurable that she temporarily forgot her shame, closing her beautiful eyes to feel the bliss.

(Mom, I’ve put in extra effort…)

After saying that, the son in the dream squeezed his mother’s breasts with a little more force. His mother’s elastic, soft and delicate snow-white breasts were squeezed and squeezed by her son, and the shy and lovely mother breathed out from her dreamy cherry lips.

Suddenly, the son in the dream lowered his head, took his mother’s erect and blooming pink nipple into his mouth, and began to suckle the milk.

“Ah…” Feeling the electric-like pleasure coming from her chest again, the mother felt the warmth of spring coming to her nipples, and her body became even hotter.

The mother couldn’t help but open her eyes and see her son in her dream suckling at the milk gushing from her nipple. Her heart pounded wildly, her pretty face flushed with a blushing, intoxicating beauty, her soft, delicate lips slightly parted, and a shy whisper escaped her lips.

(Who…who told you to suckle your mother’s…breast milk…didn’t we agree on massage? This is too much…)

(Mom, don’t be afraid… I’m just worried about wasting it. Besides, didn’t I use it a lot when I was little? Mom, don’t move around, it’ll be clear soon…)

In his dream, the son answered while sucking on his mother’s two pink nipples, his fingers squeezing and gripping the base of her breasts, causing his mother’s even breathing to become heavy, and her soft, delicate body to convulse and tremble.

(Ah! No…don’t do this…stop it…it’s going to come out…ah…)

The mother felt waves of pleasure emanating from deep within her chest, a pleasure that seemed to reach her uterus. Instantly, her breasts gushed milk upwards like fountains, some of it landing on her face.

(No…we’re here…ah…um…um…)

As she approached orgasm, the mother couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.

The mother reached orgasm as her son kneaded and squeezed her nipples. Although it was a dream, her mind was blank, as if her nipples and uterus were connected. The mother held up her breasts, which were spraying milk, and pushed her son’s hand upwards, her whole body convulsing.

(Okay… the milk ducts are clear… that’s all for now… Mom, you must be feeling uncomfortable here too… let me massage it for you…)

At this moment, the son in the dream has a lovely smile on his face, but his finger is pointing to his mother’s wet and sticky vulva.

(Ah! No need! This area… doesn’t need rubbing! Mom isn’t uncomfortable…)

The mother looked terrified, fearing that her son would see her lewd side, not even in his dreams!

But the son in the dream completely ignored his mother’s protests and brazenly placed his hand on her private parts.

The mother’s panties were already damp. The son’s hand easily reached through the damp panties to caress the mother’s slightly raised, soft, and tender vulva. His middle finger gently pressed on the mother’s plump vulva, stimulating and teasing her until the mother let out an “ah” sound. Her soft and delicate body went limp in her son’s arms.

(No…don’t do this…take your hand away…we’re mother and son…you’re being too presumptuous! You can’t even do this in a dream…)

The mother cried out in her heart, both anxious and ashamed. Although her son had already touched her breasts all over, her vulva was the most important thing for a woman. She didn’t understand why her son would suddenly touch her virginity. But the hand on her vulva made it impossible for her to think about the reason. Her soft and weak body twisted and struggled helplessly in her son’s arms. Her virginity was thus touched and entered by her son in her dream.

(Relax… Mom… This is just a massage… We’re still wearing underwear, aren’t we?… Dad hasn’t been home for so long… Mom must be feeling bad too, right? Let me help you release your pent-up emotions…)

In his dream, the son answered his mother’s inner thoughts while stimulating her tender, moist vulva with his fingers through her underwear.

(No…no…ah…)

Waves of electric pleasure surged from her breasts throughout her body, while waves of pleasure eroded and stimulated her honey pot. It was as if all the strength in her body had been taken away by the pleasure. Her soft, pink honey pot petals trembled under her son’s fingers, causing her supple waist to twist wildly like a water snake. Her almond-shaped eyes could no longer be closed, and her seductive gaze revealed the intense pleasure of her desire.

(It’s so…it’s so itchy…son, please stop…quickly…quickly take your hand away…ah…)

The mother’s moans grew more urgent, her soft, flushed body tilting backward uncontrollably, revealing her snow-white, swan-like neck, her pretty face dazed, flawlessly flushed, and covered in fragrant sweat.

(No…we can’t do this…we’re mother and son…)

The mother, feeling both pain and pleasure, clenched her pearly white teeth tightly. Her tender, youthful skin instinctively reached for her son’s hand, trying to cover her pink vulva, which was gushing out streams of love fluid.

However, the son still relentlessly stroked his mother’s vulva with his fingertips. His panties, completely soaked with love juice, highlighted the pink flesh of his mother’s vulva, exposing her private pink vulva.

(ah!)

Suddenly, the mother let out a high-pitched scream. Her curvaceous body tensed into a beautiful S-curve, and her two full and large breasts finally broke free from her son’s kneading and twisting fingers, swaying slightly and exposed to the air. A pair of small, cherry-red, and jade-like nipples painted a beautiful and enchanting picture of a mother’s passionate love.

The son’s fingertips kept tracing the fleshy folds and labia of his mother’s sensitive vulva. The mother’s small hands instinctively grabbed her son’s arm. She deeply felt that if he continued to tease and provoke her, her body’s defenses would be breached, and she would be about to reach the peak of pleasure.

In his dream, the son used his fingers to part his mother’s vulva through her damp panties, then immediately moved his middle finger to squeeze the vulva shut, preventing the two petals from closing properly. At the same time, his other finger pressed against the tender little pearl on his mother’s pink and soft vulva.

(ah……)

A series of stimulations came from the tip of her honey hole, and the mother’s body defenses could no longer be held back. A stream of love fluid poured out, and her soft and sexy body suddenly tensed up. Her pearly white teeth bit down on her pink lower lip, and soft, long, seductive moans came out from between her teeth.

Holding her son in his arms, the mother, having just experienced another climax, was completely drained of strength by the pleasure. Her sexy and graceful body slumped against her son’s chest, her pretty face flushed and charming, her almond eyes hazy, and her pink and moist lips breathing softly, savoring the afterglow of her climax with shy tenderness.

The mother’s long, slender, and fair legs were lazily draped over her son’s thighs, unconsciously parted, revealing the private garden between her legs wide open. The panties on her small, fleshy mounds were damp and shiny. On the mother’s full, snow-white breasts, her delicate, snow-white breasts were covered with a dense layer of fragrant sweat, and a pair of small, lovely pink nipples were adorned with dewdrops, appearing crystal clear under the light.

(It seems Mom’s area isn’t clear yet, I’ll keep pressing it for her…)

In the dream, the son climbed onto the bed and knelt on either side of his mother’s long, straight legs.

(No…no…you…what else do you want to do…no…you can’t do this to Mommy…this isn’t a massage anymore…)

The mother tried to cover her exposed breasts and private parts with her hands, but she couldn’t muster any strength.

(But didn’t Mommy pee because she was feeling unwell?)

But the son in the dream shook his head and pointed to the wet stains between his mother’s legs.

(Ah! I… Mom… this… Anyway, you can’t continue! This is wrong… you know?)

The mother was so ashamed and nervous that she couldn’t even speak. Normally, the mature and sexy mother had never been so flustered, but now she seemed to have lost her soul and couldn’t make up her mind. She had never felt so ashamed in front of her son before. Her pretty face, which was already flushed with sexual desire, turned even redder.

But the son in the dream ignored her and lowered his head, getting closer and closer.

(Don’t look… Don’t look at Mommy’s… Don’t look… This is where Mommy gave birth to you… You can’t look… No! I said no! You can’t look at Mommy’s… I’m your biological mother! You absolutely can’t even in your dreams!)

The mother suddenly realized she could move her foot, so she stretched out her long, beautiful leg and kicked hard. But her little foot went limp halfway through the air and ended up kicking her son’s mouth.

In her dream, the son didn’t bite his mother; he simply licked her delicate feet, the hot, wet, and warm sensation so real, yet so irresistible to his mother…

Then in the dream, the mother lay weakly on the bed, letting her son hold her jade feet in his mouth and lick them.

(No…don’t do this…oh…stop…ah…I’m your biological mother…)

The mother groaned in despair, tears of shame and indignation streaming silently down her face. But her delicate body, as if under a spell, involuntarily leaned back…

In the dream, the son suddenly grabbed his mother’s jade feet, lifted them up and separated them, and then buried his head between his mother’s legs. The mother couldn’t help but squeeze her legs together, trapping her son’s head between them.

(No…this can’t be…this is wrong…)

While covering her private parts with her hands, the mother screamed wildly in her mind, but her son in the dream seemed not to hear anything. He calmly reached out and grabbed the hand covering his mother’s private parts. The mother felt that her son in the dream was incredibly strong. Her fair hand was forcefully moved aside, and her mysterious and exquisite honey hole was exposed.

(No… Waaah… Why is this dream getting more and more embarrassing… Michelle! Wake up…)

The beautiful mother’s private parts were forced to be exposed to her son in his dream. He saw that as his mother’s two slender, snow-white legs were slightly clamped together, her beautiful honey hole was squeezed into a thin, long, pink and snow-white slit. On the tender slit, crystal-clear water droplets glistened. Her two plump, white labia majora were full and round. There was not a single extra pubic hair on the edge of her mons pubis. Only a small tuft of black pubic hair on her lower abdomen adorned the slit of her beautiful honey hole. It did not affect the beauty of her mother’s pink and tender honey hole, but rather enhanced her sexy and eroticism.

The labia majora on both sides of the mons pubis were as smooth and white as the mother’s snow-white skin, without a trace of melanin. As the hot breath from the son’s nose blew on the fair and plump labia majora, the mother’s two closed labia majora slowly opened like blooming flowers, revealing a moist and tender pink honey hole like that of a virgin. The two labia minora, which were somewhat shaped like willow leaves, were pink and tender, with glistening water droplets hanging on the flesh, so tempting!

(Is this Mom’s mysterious and sacred private area? Is all of Mom’s stress coming from here? If so, as her dutiful son, I must massage and relieve her tension…)

In the dream, the son made sounds while reaching out to part the two plump labia majora. The mother’s delicate labia minora opened up like butterflies, revealing a tight and narrow vaginal opening. However, the mother’s small clitoris, as small as a bean, was still secretly hidden inside the vaginal foreskin. The tender pink labia minora still stubbornly shouldered the mission of protecting the mother’s chastity, tightly guarding the wide-open vaginal opening.

(What kind of weird massage is this… No… Don’t look! Son, get up right now… Ah! No…)

The mother felt her honeypot being constantly caressed by her son’s breath. Her legs, filled with shame, clamped tightly around his head. Her hands broke free from the shackles of the dream and shyly covered her honeypot again. At the same time, her rosy lips opened urgently and shyly to express her innermost feelings.

(Mmm…don’t lick…no…please lick…)

Suddenly, the mother’s shouts changed, turning into a long, soft, and delicate moan.

It turns out that in the dream, the son, while his mother was struggling, opened his mouth and licked his mother’s exquisite vulva.

Her sensitive, itchy vulva was enveloped and licked by her son’s broad, hot lips and tongue. Suddenly stimulated, the mother’s soft, sexy body arched into a beautiful “bow” shape on the bed. Her snow-white body quickly turned a blush, and her excitedly raised peach-shaped buttocks unconsciously twisted from side to side, trying to avoid the invasion of her son’s mouth.

But in the dream, the son had already completely covered his mother’s narrow, pink, and tender vulva with his tongue. His hot, sticky tongue was pressed tightly against the vulva, licking and caressing the sensitive vulva from side to side as his mother twisted. The intense pleasure made his mother bite her pink lower lip repeatedly, and her rosy cherry lips emitted waves of blissful gasps.

(My body feels so weak… I can’t muster any strength… Hmm… Is it because I’m dreaming… Damn it… This son in my dream… He’s so domineering… I hate him… But… He’s so good at licking… Such amazing technique… It’s so hot… Hmm… I’m actually experiencing pleasure… I’m so embarrassed… Sigh… I wish my husband would lick me like this too…)

In the dream, the mother shifted her sexy body restlessly, her pretty face flushed red with embarrassment, looking extremely shy.

(Ugh…don’t…don’t lick anymore…it’s so…so numb…ah…hmm…)

The mother, feigning reluctance, raised her lower body, her upturned buttocks, no longer supported by the bed, forced into her son’s mouth, as if actively offering her honeypot to his mouth. As her son’s slippery, wet tongue scraped against the most sensitive opening of her honeypot, the mother let out a high-pitched, delicate moan, and her raised body slumped heavily back down, collapsing limply onto the bed.

At the same time, the mother felt that the lips and tongue on her vulva were no longer pressing against her vulva, but what followed was an incredibly clear pleasure and sensory experience. Her vulva and labia clearly felt her son’s slippery and hot tongue scraping against her labia. Her son’s flexible and powerful tongue tip was pushing and licking against her sensitive vulva, and her clitoris was being pressed against by her son’s nose. Her son’s breath was blowing directly onto her clitoris, making the pleasure particularly intense and particularly difficult to suppress.

(ah……)

Mother’s sexy body trembled with excitement, and her luscious red lips breathed softly, making one’s heart itch with desire.

The long-absent, empty vagina continuously overflowed with clear, crystalline love fluid. Before it could even flow out and wet her vulva, her son’s tongue, which had blocked the entrance of her vulva, was rolled into his mouth. The wet, smacking, sucking sounds were incredibly clear and lewd, combined with the mother’s soft moans, creating a symphony of lustful shyness and passionate fervor.

At this moment, the son in the dream suddenly twisted his head and frantically scraped his lips and tongue against his mother’s vulva. By sheer coincidence, his nose, which was pressed against her clitoris, “swallowed” the clitoris into his nostrils. The heat wave felt by the mother’s sensitive clitoris became even hotter. The tormented and teased mother’s delicate body once again rose high, her hazy almond eyes tightly wrinkled, and she squeezed out seductive and beautiful moans.

Fortunately, this torment didn’t last long. In the dream, the son twisted open his mother’s most sensitive clitoris, but what followed was his entire wet and hot mouth sucking on his mother’s clitoris from all angles, his lips and tongue tightly holding the little pearl and sucking and licking it.

(Ahhh…it’s so itchy…it’s so itchy…stop…ahhh…stop licking Mommy…oh…it’s so itchy…mmm…)

My mother twisted her body violently, trying to break free, but then she started lifting her body and pushing her honey hole into my mouth. This was because her body had lost its balance and support, but it made it easier for her son to lick and taste her exquisite honey hole.

Even though it was a dream, this was the first time the mother had experienced such a stimulating and intense oral sex. Her honey hole was enveloped by her own son’s lips and tongue. The strange and stimulating feeling was something the mother had never experienced before. The love fluid secreted from the mother’s honey hole and vagina gushed out like a tidal wave, but it was all sucked into the mouth of the son in the dream, who also made lewd smacking sounds.

(Mom is under so much pressure… She’s been inhaling for so long but still doesn’t feel better…)

As the love juices increased, the son, who was licking and sucking the honey hole, couldn’t help but utter his inner thoughts.

(Mom…Mom doesn’t want you to…suck…this isn’t a massage at all…ah…you…don’t lick…ah…)

The mother, unable to contain her desire, responded to the tongue that was licking and sucking her honey hole. The emotions that the mother had abstained from for so long finally broke free, and she breathed heavily as she sang loudly to release the long-lost pleasure of oral sex.

(Okay… since Mom doesn’t like this kind of massage… then I’ll use a vibrator to massage Mom instead…)

In his dream, the son regretfully withdrew his lips and tongue from his mother’s honeyed orifice, stood up, and cleanly and neatly took off his underwear, revealing a thick, veiny penis that stood proudly erect like a giant cannon.

The mother trembled, staring in disbelief, seemingly stunned by the size of her own son. Her pretty face was filled with horror, but her eyes also revealed an undisguised confusion and bewilderment…

(I’ve seen my husband’s… According to genetics… How could my son be so big… It must have been a dream… No… Even in a dream… Xiaoxue! How could you have such a shameless lewd dream…)

(Mom, isn’t your vibrator big? It’ll definitely make you feel incredibly good down there!)

In the dream, the son was shaking his penis and making sounds while smiling.

(No! No! Son, no…no…you mustn’t have such a dream! Michelle! This is wrong…how could your son do this to you!)

Pain and ecstasy were mixed on her pretty face, but her shapely body lay limp on the bed, unresponsive. Only her heavy breathing could be heard from her cherry lips, proving the torment she was suffering from desire.

At this moment, the son in the dream was already on top of his mother, his large glans pressing against her wet panties, unable to go any lower, and her two soft labia wrapped around the tip of his glans. At this moment, the mother’s beautiful eyes were hazy and watery, her slightly parted pink lips twitching and trembling, her heart pounding nervously as if it were hanging in her throat.

(Son… what… what are you going to do… you’re not going to penetrate me, are you… no… don’t… you can’t penetrate me… I’m your biological mother… even in my dreams…)

Even in her dream, the mother was so anxious that she almost cried, her heart filled with panic as her son pressed the head of his penis against the entrance of her vagina.

Just as the mother was lost in thought, her son in her dream finally started to move! The son pinched the base of his penis and pushed the large glans, which was so big that it was inside the lace panties, into the ground.

(ah……)

The mother, her desire hanging precariously on the edge of a cliff, let out a soft, seductive moan from her cherry lips, as delicate as silk.

The mother’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the extreme tension in her heart was replaced by waves of indescribable pleasure. In this delicate atmosphere, the mother shamefully realized that her body had become weak and powerless, and the desire in her honey hole, mons pubis and even vagina had melted away. If her son were to arouse his lust at this moment, the mother would be powerless to resist.

But the son’s thick, hot penis and glans were only slowly grinding around the entrance of her vagina, which made the mother unable to feel nervous.

The mother’s sensitive vulva was rubbed raw by the wet fabric of her panties, causing her to continuously overflow with love juice. This juice was then squeezed out of her panties by her son’s large glans. The mother let out intermittent gasps and moans.

The mother felt that her son’s teasing and grinding techniques in her dream were very subtle. His glans, pressed against her underwear, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily circled around her tingling and itchy vulva, and sometimes he would press hard against her vulva. She could almost feel the tip of his glans entering her vagina, but he did not go any deeper. He just pressed against the opening and lifted it upwards, changing from grinding to scraping the sensitive flesh of her vulva. This light and tantalizing touch stimulated every nerve in her body.

Whenever she felt her son’s large glans pressing against her vaginal opening, her heart would race with anxiety. Then, as soon as his glans left her vaginal opening, it would vanish in an instant. After dozens of such intermittent grinding and scraping motions, the mother was on the verge of collapse.

Finally, after her son’s large glans pressed heavily against her underwear, forcefully forcing open her contracting vaginal opening, she let out a soft, weak cry.

(No… please don’t do this anymore… it hurts so much…)

Hearing the sound, the son in his dream slowly stopped his half-hearted, shallow thrusting, but his swollen glans was still tightly embedded in his mother’s soft and tender vaginal opening. If it weren’t for the lace panties, his swollen glans would probably have easily and smoothly slid into his mother’s tight, virgin-like vagina.

(Hmm… Hmm…)

After they stopped, Mom was still lost in passion, moaning and groaning softly.

Although the tormenting glans no longer slid and ground, it forced open the entrance of the honey hole, using its scorching heat to iron the inner walls of the vagina, causing the layers of tender flesh inside the vagina to contract and spasm incessantly, continuing to erode and ravage the mother’s mind with an even more unbearable emptiness and despair.

The mother was almost in tears. She had finally escaped the torment of being ground and scraped by the large glans, but a new round of uncomfortable yet somewhat irresistible emptiness had arrived. The feeling of the large glans pressing against the entrance of her vagina and dangling her desire was truly maddening and made her scalp tingle.

(Is Mom comfortable? Should we continue?)

My son in my dream sent me a concerned voice.

(Yes… Ah… No… No… Mommy, no…)

The mother felt a spasmodic, tingling, and itchy emptiness deep inside her vagina. In a moment of confusion and passion, she blurted out her true feelings, only to regret it too late.

The mother’s panties vanished instantly, and the head of her own son’s large penis pressed intimately against her soft and tender vulva!

(No… my dear son… you can’t do this to your mother in your dreams anymore… we are mother and son… this is not allowed…)

Feeling the incredibly clear heat and hardness on her honey pot, the mother couldn’t help but tremble and whisper in her heart.

The son in the dream did not answer, but instead silenced his mother with his actions. He lay on his mother’s snow-white body and swayed, his large glans, intimately pressed against his mother’s soft and tender honey hole, moving accordingly.

The large glans first pressed against the mother’s two plump labia majora, then the large glans squeezed hard and successfully pushed the labia apart. The large glans slid straight down intimately against the moist, soft, and tender flesh of the vagina, and finally stopped at the entrance of the mother’s moist and tender vagina. The hot shaft ironed and burned the flesh of the vagina and the sensitive clitoris.

(Please… ah… please don’t insert it… um… mother and child shouldn’t do this… I don’t want this kind of dream… sob…)

With her teeth clenched, her sexy and soft body seemed to have all her strength taken away by the big cock in her honey hole, and her cherry-like mouth could only utter a complete sentence intermittently.

Just as Mom was about to burst into tears, she suddenly felt the large glans that was pressing against her vaginal opening, ready to be inserted at any moment, move further in. Mom’s vaginal opening couldn’t help but contract, releasing more love fluid, and her delicate body went limp and collapsed on the bed.

(No…this really can’t be done…sob…)

Now that things had come to this, Mom realized the danger, but no matter how she tried to stop it, the dream didn’t respond. At this moment, although Mom’s cherry lips were still protesting, her flushed and hot face was already filled with seductive charm.

In his dream, the son kept grinding his penis against his mother’s vagina, enjoying the lubrication of her love juices and the softness of her vaginal petals.

(Mom, don’t be nervous… This is a dream… Mom just needs to enjoy your son’s massage… Soon Mom’s stress will be gone…)

In his dream, the son answered while rubbing his penis, with the veins and glans, against his mother’s wet, soft, and pink vulva. His swollen, purplish glans kept pushing open her soft labia, and he could hear his mother’s even breathing.

The mother never expected her dream to turn out this way, but soon, as her sensitive honey hole was constantly being ground by the big cock, waves of tingling, electric-like pleasure swept through her body. The mother’s honey hole was gradually opened by the thick, hot cock, and after a few rubs from the penis, the two soft labia minora actually hugged her son’s thick shaft. Meanwhile, the love fluid flowing from her vagina was also lubricating the big cock. The mother’s body completely betrayed her will.

In her dream, her son kept thrusting his penis, which was intimately pressed against her honey hole, rapidly grinding up and down. The coronal sulcus of his large glans would sometimes push open the labia minora that were wrapped around the shaft, and sometimes roll and twist the tight and tender honey hole of his mother, drawing out more love juice. This tormented and teased his mother so much that even when she clenched her teeth, she could not help but let out charming and soul-stirring moans.

(Ah…it’s so hot…ah…son…you…you said it’s only for massage…you can’t…you can’t put it in…uh-huh…)

As her son’s large, hot penis pressed against her honeypot, the mother blushed with embarrassment, her almond-shaped eyes welling up with tears. At this moment, the mother had completely given up; she was powerless to resist this strange dream. Her fragrant, rosy cherry lips unrestrainedly released the intense pleasure within her body, while at the same time pleading with her son in the dream to only rub against her and not penetrate her.

Although the position of having her legs raised and exposing her vulva was dangerous, the mother still chose to believe her son in her dream. In addition, after her son’s thick, hot penis rubbed against her vulva from the front, her eyes could see his big thing moving around in her pink vulva, so the mother relaxed again.

As more and more love juice was drawn out of her honey hole by the glans, the mother gradually became immersed in enjoying the sensation of her honey hole being intimately rubbed and scratched by the penis.

Just as the mother had hoped, the son’s large glans was grinding against her soft, moist, and tender honey hole. Although it didn’t penetrate, each time the glans passed the entrance of her tender honey hole, it would stop, then the glans would throb and secretly tease and stimulate her sensitive honey hole. Then, the glans would roll up the love fluid that had just flowed from her honey hole and vagina, moving it upwards and evenly spreading the love fluid between her honey hole crevices.

However, the mother soon realized something was wrong. Her legs were being held up by her son around her waist. How could she possibly kick him away? And as her vagina became increasingly itchy from being rubbed, her body became more and more limp. In this position, if her son wanted to penetrate her, he only needed to thrust once to fuck her vagina dry. If that really happened, the mother wouldn’t have the strength to kick him away.

Tormented by the tentative, elusive intrusion of the large glans, the mother soon began to pant heavily. Her long-suppressed desires were fully ignited. At this moment, she was no longer thinking about whether her son would penetrate her, but rather hoping to quickly reach a satisfying climax.

(Ugh… Ah… It’s so hot… Oh… It’s so numb… Ah…)

The mother moaned seductively, her eyes filled with desire. In her dream, her son’s thick, large penis had been grinding against her honey pot countless times. The large, round, and hot glans lightly touched and stimulated the sensitive entrance of her honey pot several times, but each time it only touched and stopped, grinding against the entrance of her honey pot. The sensation of the mushroom-shaped coronal sulcus of the glans scraping against the soft flesh of the entrance of her honey pot and the labia minora was so obvious and so agonizing.

Several times, the son’s glans touched the entrance of her vagina and was about to slip in, but it quietly withdrew each time, leaving the mother’s desire hanging in mid-air, yet she couldn’t resist. As more and more love fluid flowed out, the mother sadly discovered that her vaginal opening was already wet and slippery, and the pleasure from deep within her vagina or somewhere else made her lower abdomen feel swollen, as if something was about to spill out. It was very vague, but the mother was certain that this was definitely not a sign that she was about to reach orgasm.

“Ugh…” The hot, large glans once again plunged into the honey hole and then withdrew, tormenting the mother’s legs and even her slender, sexy black-stockinged feet, which were tightly tensed. As her lower abdomen became more and more swollen, the mother finally realized that she wanted to urinate in this state of extreme pleasure and extreme torment.

Fearing she might lose control of her bladder in her sleep, Mom panicked. She bit her lip and tried to prop herself up with her arms, but it was no use; her body was weak and limp. Just as she was about to muster all her strength to get up, the hot, round glans of my penis pressed against the entrance of her vagina once again. The sharp tip of the glans had even sunk into her vagina. She could clearly feel her vaginal opening enveloping my glans, and her vagina contracting uncontrollably in response to the intense arousal.

The desire that kept her hanging in mid-air and the shameful urge to urinate kept ravaging her mind, while my thick, hot, and large penis relentlessly ground and teased her honey hole and vaginal opening, the intense and elusive novel stimulation was unbearable.

(No…ah…don’t…continue…oh…stop…ah…)

The mother felt her body being tormented by her son’s penis, and she was about to lose control. She gritted her teeth and whispered her innermost thoughts to her son in her dream. She was so afraid that if this continued, she would lose control and let her son penetrate her.

The mother thought she could stop the dream, but her son in the dream was still rapidly thrusting his thick, hot penis in and out. The large glans kept scraping against the mother’s soft, moist labia minora, and the round, swollen glans was slowly scraping against the mother’s soft, pink vulva petals. The glans and urethral opening were slowly probing into the mother’s sacred vulva.

The mother felt the urge to urinate growing stronger and stronger. In addition to the urge to urinate, there was an even stronger, unbearable hunger and emptiness rising up. Each time her son rubbed against her, he stopped short, making the mother tremble and gasp repeatedly, forcing the petals of her vagina to wrap around the head of her son’s penis.

(No…no…stop…Mommy…Mommy needs to pee…ah…)

The mother, in excruciating pain, clenched her teeth and waved her slender arms, trying desperately to finish her sentence, but it was too late. A gush of vaginal fluid suddenly spurted out, covering her son’s lower body and the bed sheets.

(This…this isn’t…peeing…it’s…it’s the legendary…squirt…sob…I’ve never experienced this with my husband…but in my dream, it was with my own son…it’s so embarrassing…)

Her mother’s charming face immediately turned bright red with embarrassment.

(Can…can we end this now?)

The mother lay weakly on the bed, panting as she asked, but her eyes were glazed over, her cheeks flushed, and she looked alluring and passionate.

(Mom is under a lot of pressure… The pressure deep in Mom’s heart hasn’t been released yet… so we can’t stop yet… She needs further massage…)

In his dream, the son answered while adjusting the direction of his penis, moving it from its original position on his mother’s smooth lower abdomen to her moist, soft, and pink vulva. The stiff, hard shaft easily pushed apart her moist labia, intimately pressing the shaft against the vulva’s opening. The purplish-red glans pressed against the vulva’s opening and slowly moved down until it reached the entrance of her vulva. His son’s large glans was now forcing open his mother’s narrow, virgin-like, delicate, and tight vulva. The tip of the glans even revealed the exposed tender vaginal flesh. The large, round glans completely blocked the vulva’s opening, preventing even a drop of love juice from flowing out.

(Ah! That’s already…that’s too much…we can’t go any further…do you hear me…Mom has done enough…we can’t keep having this dream…)

The mother felt a large fleshy ball pressing against the entrance of her vagina. Upon closer inspection, she saw that her son had actually pressed his round, large glans against her delicate, pink vaginal opening. The mother was immediately alarmed, her charming, blushing face turning pale with fright. However, her son’s large glans obediently moved away, and the mother couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

(Thank goodness, it’s not like they’re going to penetrate me… Although it’s really going too far… but this is still… I’ll just give you a massage… I can’t lose my virginity to my son in my dreams…)

As the glans left the entrance of her vagina, a stream of clear love fluid gushed out from inside her vagina. Then, the glans rolled up the fluid and spread it evenly over the wet, fleshy opening of her vagina. In his dream, the son once again pressed his large glans against the entrance of his mother’s pink vagina, which resembled a delicate flower stamen!

My mother’s flawless, fair vulva was completely wet with love juice. The small patch of pubic hair on her vulva was also coated with love juice after being rubbed against the glans several times. My mother’s two plump labia majora were ruthlessly squeezed and deformed by the thick shaft, while her two delicate pink labia minora glistened with crystal dewdrops and clung to the tip of the glans.

(Mom is under a lot of pressure… This won’t completely relieve her stress… Should I, her son, help her relieve even more stress?)

In my dream, my son’s resolute voice came once again.

(Hmm? Going further? How… Ah… No… We can’t go any further!)

While the mother was still pondering how her son in her dream wanted to further relieve her stress, his glans attacked her honey garden once again. The small fleshy opening in the center of her honey garden shamelessly held her son’s huge glans, and even the tip of the glans had slid into her honey vagina.

(No…no! You can’t go in anymore! Move away quickly! Son! Listen to your mother! Michelle! Stop this dream! This dream is wrong! No!)

The mother’s pretty face turned deathly pale, her heart filled with inexplicable terror, and her words began to tremble.

(No… Mom needs to release all her stress… This is my last massage…)

In his dream, the son held his mother’s slender waist, his large penis teasing the tight, delicate opening of her vagina, as tender as a virgin’s. The moment he finished speaking, his waist sank.

With a loud “plop,” the enormous, purplish-red glans, as big as a duck egg, forcefully broke open the mother’s soft, tight vaginal opening. The thick, muscular penis, with its bulging veins, slid into the mother’s vagina with the help of the vaginal fluid. It was so fast that the penis squeezed out the vaginal fluid, and the entire glans was already inserted into the mother’s vagina!

(Ah… um… gently… gently… no, no… don’t put it in… pull it out quickly… quickly… I’m your biological mother!)

Suddenly, the mother witnessed the large, round glans disappear from her sight and enter her vagina. In a panic, she frantically patted her son’s body and struggled wildly.

But the son in the dream ignored his mother’s shouts and struggles. He hugged his mother’s slender and soft long legs and began to thrust his penis into his mother’s tight and tender honey hole, which was as delicate as a virgin’s.

(Ah…no…don’t do this…you…you promised you wouldn’t penetrate…uh…it’s so full…ah…this is incest…even in dreams it’s not allowed…sob…why isn’t this dream over yet…)

The mother moaned softly, her honeyed hole seemingly robbed of all her principles after only a few thrusts of her son’s thick, hot cock. Her cherry lips uttered incessant moans, and her large breasts swayed wildly under the force of her son’s thrusting cock, creating waves of alluring and dazzling milky ripples.

In his dream, the son completely ignored his mother’s pleas, and simply held her beautiful legs and thrust his penis into her honey hole.

Although the mother’s honey hole was incredibly tight and delicate, and the inner walls of her vagina tightly enveloped her son’s rapidly thrusting penis, as more and more love fluid was drained, her son’s penis successfully reached the core of her uterus after several thrusts!

(Uh…no…don’t push anymore…ah…it’s…it’s hitting Mommy’s G-spot…oh…ah…this dream…stop it…sob sob…)

The mother moaned softly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with spring water that flowed down her cheeks as intense pleasure invaded her. Her honeyed hole, which had been abstinent for a long time and had not been caressed or fucked by a penis, was completely occupied by her son’s thick, hot cock in her dream. The peristaltic contractions inside the mother’s vagina gripped and sucked the shaft that was thrusting in and out, and the core of her honeyed hole was forced to endure the impact of the thick and large glans.

In his dream, the son remained silent, only moving his hands from holding his mother’s beautiful legs to hug her soft, slender waist, so that each thrust could fit tightly against the delicate inner walls of his mother’s vagina, and that the head of his penis could touch the tender, delicate flesh deep inside her vagina.

(Why am I having this kind of dream… Am I really that thirsty inside?… To think I’d have my own son as the protagonist in a wet dream… Ugh… How shameless…)

The mother felt her son’s thick, hot penis churning inside her, and she felt extremely ashamed.

In his dream, the son seemed oblivious to his mother’s inner thoughts, thrusting his large, hot glans deep into her honeyed depths, firmly pressing against the core of her womb. He grasped his mother’s swaying, full breasts in his hands, and with a gentle squeeze, milk spurted from the pink nipples at the tips of her breasts.

(I’ll take on all the pressure my mother is under…)

In his dream, the son lowered his head and squeezed his mother’s two snow-white, soft breasts between them, licking her delicate pink nipples back and forth with his tongue. His sticky saliva smeared all over his mother’s nipples. He then lowered his head and took his mother’s two beautiful, pink ruby-like nipples into his mouth, sucking her milk vigorously.

(No… Ah… Don’t dream anymore… If… If I keep dreaming like this… I really can’t be human anymore… Waaah… I actually lost my virginity to my own son in my dream… Why would I have such an incestuous dream…)

Her son had his mouth on her sensitive, small nipples, teasing and sucking them. His large penis stretched her vagina so deep that there wasn’t a single gap. Even her clitoris was being penetrated by his glans. Her son had his hands on every sensitive spot on her body. Tears of sorrow and shame streamed down her face like raindrops.

But the son in the dream paid no heed. He continued to frantically suck and lick his mother’s tender nipples with his tongue, sucking her milk, while lifting his mother’s waist and thrusting his penis all the way into her soft, tender honey hole. His thick penis swept across the tight vaginal walls, scraping and rubbing his mother’s vagina, causing it to contract and spasm incessantly.

The sounds of licking and rubbing were incessant.

(It’s so full…it’s too full…your…hiss…your is too big…no…I can’t take it anymore…please be gentle…be gentle…hum…don’t bite…hiss…ah…it hurts…you’re hurting me…don’t bite…don’t…uh…)

The intense impact caused Mom to scream and moan incoherently as I fucked her. Under the long-awaited sexual pleasure and the erosion of my much thicker penis, Mom didn’t care that she was having incestuous intercourse with her son in her dream. Her charming face revealed her lust, and she moaned continuously.

(Oh… it’s not that I don’t want to be gentle, son… it’s just that Mom’s vagina is so tight… I can’t help it without using force…)

In his dream, the son vigorously thrust his penis in and out, the powerful force causing his hips to slam against his mother’s vagina, producing a crisp “slap slap” sound.

(Then…then you have to…ah…be gentle…no…otherwise…ah…it’s going to break…break…ah…your…is too big…oh…Mommy’s going to…going to cum…cum…ah…)

The mother gritted her teeth, panting intermittently, trying to suppress the intense pleasure, but she was soon overwhelmed by the endless ecstasy. The tight walls of her vagina began to contract violently, gripping and sucking her son’s penis, and her clitoris began to suck on his glans like a small mouth. The soft panting deep inside her turned into wild moans.

In the dream, the son gripped his mother’s waist tightly and increased the speed of his thrusting into her honey hole. After dozens of thrusts, with a “smack,” he pressed his large glans firmly against his mother’s soft and tender uterine flower. Immediately afterward, the large glans pressed against his mother’s uterine flower began to gush out a large amount of hot and thick essential oil like urinating, spraying onto his mother’s honey hole flower!

Suddenly, Mom felt a surge of hot liquid that didn’t belong to her body rushing into her. As a wife and mother, Mom naturally understood what this meant.

(This…this is…ejaculation?…No…don’t ejaculate inside…being filled with semen by my own son in my dream…it’s too embarrassing…sob…)

But at this moment, the mother was too weak to complain about why her son in her dream had ejaculated inside her honey hole. The valve of her near climax was also warmed by her son’s thick and hot semen, and she ushered in an ecstatic climax.

(It’s so hot… It must be a dream… How could semen be so hot… Even though it’s a dream… But… It’s so embarrassing… Being filled up by my own son… Waaah…)

With her almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, her rosy lips let out a soft, seductive moan. Her sexy, snow-white body trembled and spasmed violently, and her two beautiful legs, which were held in her son’s arms, suddenly straightened, while her two small, cute, and slender feet were raised straight up.

Although Mom also reached orgasm, her vagina had never experienced such a huge penis filling it with semen before. At this moment, the spasming vaginal walls were squeezed so tightly by the thick, hot shaft that there was no gap at all. The thick semen sprayed onto the cervix had no chance of flowing out, making Mom feel a tingling heat in her lower abdomen that she had never experienced before.

Soon, Mom climaxed again. She convulsed, curled up, her beautiful, fair body flushed with the rosy glow of orgasm, and finally slowly drifted off to sleep.

Watching my mother moan and groan in her dream, her snow-white body covered in a mixture of sweat and vaginal fluid, her facial expression dazed and confused, I worried that she might wake up if I continued to stimulate her, which would be detrimental to our plans.

I looked regretfully at my mother, who was completely naked and whose private parts were lascivious, and secretly vowed in my heart: “Mom, you wait, your son will definitely sleep with you openly in this house, on this bed, and put my penis inside your vagina! I will let you taste the pleasure of sex to the point of ecstasy, and leave my semen in your womb!”

So I cleaned up the scene of my crime of violating my mother, used toilet paper to absorb some of the remaining vaginal fluid, and then I couldn’t help but kiss my mother’s vulva before putting her underwear and pajama pants back on!

Seeing that nothing was left at the scene, I returned to my bedroom with my erect penis, as if nothing had happened.