Chapter 8

The long night eventually came to an end, and the east was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn. Early the next morning, Mom, who had slept all night, slowly opened her eyes.

My mother felt a headache and felt unwell all over. Her mouth tasted bitter, and she also experienced a soreness in her breasts and private parts. It was strange that she was experiencing this.

Moreover, it felt like I had a very vivid erotic dream while I was sleeping.

Looking at her still-pleasant body, her erect, pink nipples, and her small, tender vulva dripping with lustful fluid, the mother closed her eyes again. With the last vestiges of her memory, the hazy images of last night’s erotic dream slowly surfaced in her mind: her stockinged feet being licked and nibbled by her son in the dream… her large breasts and her vulva being licked and sucked by her son in the dream… she was also being fucked by her son in the dream, positioned in an M-shape… and finally, she was filled with his semen… and she shamelessly squirted out her own lustful fluids…

(Oh my god, how could this happen? I dreamt about having sex with my biological son again… and this dream was even worse… I’m becoming more and more shameless…)

Thinking of this, Mom felt another gush of lustful fluid seeping from her tender vulva, and she couldn’t help but blush, letting out a helpless bitter smile. Then, Mom’s pretty face turned deathly pale.

(Something’s not right… Something’s definitely not right… This is the second time… I’ve always been very chaste… No matter how lonely or empty I feel… it’s impossible for me to have these kinds of erotic dreams one after another… And the protagonist has changed from my husband to my own son… Could it be… that I was drugged and raped by my own son?…)

The more Mom thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and her pretty face turned deathly pale. She hurriedly grabbed a dressing mirror, spread her legs, and began to examine her private parts.

Although her private parts looked clean and smooth in the mirror, the mother was still worried. She carefully examined her vulva, flipping open her labia and then opening her vaginal opening to check the tender flesh inside. She found no redness, swelling, or white, cloudy semen. Undeterred, the mother stood up naked and carefully examined her snow-white skin, which also showed no suspicious red spots or fluid.

Mom couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief.

(Is it really true that one is like a wolf at thirty and a tiger at forty? Have I entered that wolf-and-tiger age?)

(Something feels off… I should search my son’s room…)

Thinking about the strangeness around her, the mother had many guesses in her mind. She inexplicably thought of a possibility: could she have been drugged and raped by her own son last night?

However, apart from some vaginal fluid, there was nothing else in her mother’s vagina. She touched her vagina and looked at it again; it wasn’t red or swollen, but it felt much more rosy and pink than usual.

After getting dressed, the mother, barefoot, carefully opened her son’s bedroom door and cautiously checked him over. Once she confirmed that there was nothing amiss, she breathed a sigh of relief.

(Looks like I was being too sensitive… I’ve been a detective for too long… It’s one thing to be suspicious of Chunmeng… But how could I doubt my own son…)

A pang of guilt flashed through my mother’s mind, but everything was within my calculations. I had already violated my unconscious mother twice, and the aphrodisiac was increasingly stimulating her body. How could my mother not be suspicious? I had long ago hidden the aphrodisiac at school, only bringing home the daily dose. The sleeping pills were my mother’s own; how could there be any evidence left at home?

I woke up as soon as my mother entered the door. I lay on my side and tried my best to pretend to be asleep. When my mother finished checking and was about to leave, I pretended to roll over in my sleep, lay flat on my back, and tucked the blanket under me. Most importantly!

I’ve been sleeping naked for the past few days in preparation for this moment!

Finally, Mom sneaked in to check on me!

My morning erection caused my large penis to stand up uncontrollably.

(Oh my god! My son’s…that thing…is…it’s really that big!)

Suddenly, Mom’s delicate body trembled violently, and she froze, her lips parting in surprise into an “O” shape, the muscles on her face seemingly stiffening…

The mother stared intently at her son’s erect penis, which was thick and long, standing tall with a purplish-red, engorged glans. She kept examining her son’s penis, noticing its thick, dark pubic hair and tangled pubic hair; its sausage-like shaft, solid and large; though still limp, it was quite large.

The mother secretly compared her husband’s penis to it and vaguely felt that it was far inferior.

At this moment, her biological son’s large penis swelled and extended as if presenting a treasure, standing erect and hard; its thick, ferocious appearance far exceeded the mother’s imagination.

Since her marriage, her father had lived abroad for a long time, so her mother had no idea about the pleasures of the bedroom; but now, seeing her own son’s enormous member, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire and her heart fluttered.

The mother’s heart clenched involuntarily, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her lower body felt itchy and gradually became moist.

I secretly peeked through one eye and saw that my usually dignified and stern mother was actually blushing, even her small, delicate ears were bright red!

My heart was pounding as I nervously peeked at my mother’s reaction.

I remember when my mother saw me naked, she had no impure thoughts; all she felt was a mother’s love for her son.

Now that I’ve been “training” him for so long, will things be different this time?

To be honest, I still have absolutely no confidence…

Time was passing by, and I gradually became impatient, but my mother remained motionless, staring straight at me, as if she had become a clay statue.

But two blushes quietly appeared on Mom’s cheeks, and the blush spread wider and wider, almost covering her entire pretty face…

So, pretending to be fast asleep, I suddenly mumbled in my sleep, “Mommy…you must be a fairy descended from heaven…ah…no…how can I hug you…I can’t defile Mommy…oh my god…it feels so good…I can’t take it anymore…Mommy…I’m going to heaven…ah…Mommy…are you comfortable…”

I seem to be having a wet dream, my thick penis trembling and shaking, the purplish-red glans swollen to the size of an egg.

Suddenly, I shuddered violently, and a stream of white fluid gushed out, shooting out a full seven or eight feet.

When my mother heard me talking in my sleep, she realized that the person I was dreaming about was actually herself. My mother suddenly felt empty in her lower body, her muscles went numb and her legs went weak, and she couldn’t help but sit down.

(That little bastard! He actually uses his own mother as the object of his lustful fantasies!)

The mother was both ashamed and angry, but then she remembered that her dream lover also had a son’s face. She blushed and felt a spasm deep in her lower abdomen. Her heart surged and heat rolled. The mother let out a soft “Ah!” and then covered her mouth. She shivered and felt a wave of pleasure.

I squinted at my mother. She was breathing heavily, muttering something to herself, and then swayed as she sat down on the cold floor by the door.

(Masturbate, Mom!)

I shouted excitedly in my heart.

(Quickly, masturbate in front of your own son’s big cock… You slutty mother, stop pretending to be demure… Masturbate! I know what you want to do…)

As if hearing my call, my mother frowned slightly, her hands trembling as she reached into her pajamas and slowly stroked her body.

At first, my mother was a little nervous, her movements were awkward and hesitant, as if she was afraid of waking me up at any moment.

But after a while, seeing that I was still fast asleep, he put his mind at ease. Not only did he calm down, but his posture also became bolder and more unrestrained!

My mother lay sprawled out, her two fair and plump legs swinging restlessly, sometimes curling together, sometimes brazenly spreading open… At the same time, her right hand reached into her panties, pressing and fiddling between her legs, as if itching unbearably…

Before long, Mom became increasingly excited, staring intently at my penis without blinking, her face full of longing and admiration.

Although my mother bit her lip tightly, she still made faint “uh, uh” sounds in her throat. To my ears, each sound was like the booming of war drums, making my blood boil!

—You adulterous mother, Mom has finally lost her true nature! At this moment, I believe that the human relationship between mother and child is no longer in Mom’s mind; all she can think about is the naked sexual intercourse between a man and a woman…

I greedily peeked at my mother. She was breathing rapidly, one hand caressing her lower body, and the other hand kneading her high, firm breasts.

Before she knew it, her mother’s bra was lifted up from the bottom, revealing a dazzling expanse of white skin around her waist.

Her bra had come loose and was hanging down, exposing even the lower half of her full breasts!

Whenever her mother’s movements became more vigorous, her two round, snow-white breasts seemed to be trying to break free of their restraints, bouncing back and forth with her arm movements, jumping merrily under the half-covering of her underwear.

“What would happen if I suddenly woke up right now?” The thought made me restless, itching to jump up and expose my mother’s facade, to see how she could maintain her maternal dignity under such circumstances… Yes, I would mercilessly mock my mother’s lewdness and shamelessness, relishing her utterly humiliated expression… and then thrust my thick, hard penis into her alluring vagina, giving her a good lesson…

However, I cannot do that!

Even if my mother is burning with desire, her eyes blazing with intense heat, her beautiful eyes filled with longing for carnal pleasure, she will immediately revert to her strict motherly demeanor when she sees me wake up. Most importantly!

I can’t beat my mom at all!

Should I strictly follow the established plan, or should I “adapt to the situation”?

Before I could think it through, my mother, who had been in a state of excitement, reached her climax.

Mom pressed her head against the wall, her voluptuous body writhing wantonly like a water snake. Her plump buttocks twitched habitually a few times before collapsing limply… A faint, sour smell filled the air, carrying an indescribable lewd atmosphere…

A few seconds later, the mother, having released her desire, sighed softly, her face blank and numb. After a long while, she suddenly looked away, shook her head vigorously, her expression full of confusion and pain. A full ten seconds passed before she hurriedly covered her son’s naked body with the blanket.

Then, exhausted, Mom got up and left.

When Mom turned around, I noticed a wet stain around the hem of her pajamas, clearly showing the cleft between her buttocks!

Unbeknownst to my mother, the moment she left, I excitedly huddled under the covers, celebrating my successful “training” of my beautiful mother! I suspected I was close to success, perhaps only one step away…

Back in her room, the mother thought shyly, her mind filled with the image of her own son’s magnificent, masculine penis.

(So ​​big… the same size as the son in my dream… much bigger than his father…)

Mom’s heart was pounding, her legs were tightly pressed together, and she involuntarily began to rub her inner thighs. A blush rose to her pretty face, and her neck gradually turned pink.

As she thought about it, she suddenly realized that this was her biological son, and the mother felt extremely ashamed.

A mother’s reason prevailed over desire!

The mother was naturally very hungry, but maternal instincts cannot be easily overcome by strong sexual desire. The thought of having her innocent son satisfy her lust filled her with endless moral shame.

(What’s wrong with me… Why am I getting more and more horny… Today I actually stared at my own son’s private parts for a long time… and… and got wet… How could I have such thoughts about my own son? How shameless…)

Although my mother has had sexual needs over the years, she has always forced herself to suppress them. But ever since that day when she masturbated for the first time, she has been unable to control these needs!

(It must be because I’ve been suppressing my sex drive too much… plus I’m in my prime… that’s why I’m acting this way… it must be because I’ve been abstinent for too long… I’ll definitely drain him dry when my husband comes back… I’ve made myself look so foolish…)

Mom quickly shook her head, trying to banish the evil thought, and went to the sink to wash her face with cold water, trying to wash away the stimulating image she had just seen.

The mother looked seriously into the mirror, scrutinizing herself. Her slender yet full figure was encased in a tight waist, highlighting the curves of her hips. Her snow-white ankles were extremely delicate, and her soft, swaying body exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.

“You need to exercise more… here… and here… you need to exercise more… Keep it up… Michelle… next time your husband comes back, you must charm him… I never want to go on a business trip again…” Mom gestured to herself, clenched her fist, and made up her mind to vent her anger when Dad came back.

(Let me take a shower to relax first…)

My mother walked quickly to the bathroom, and when she got to the washing machine, she found my underwear lying on the floor.

(Seriously… how can you just leave your underwear lying around like that…)

My mother picked up my underwear. It was wet. When she turned it over, she found a suspicious, cloudy white liquid on it.

(Ah… this is… my son actually… had a nocturnal emission…)

The mother’s pretty face flushed red with embarrassment. The panties in her hands felt like hot potatoes, exuding the warmth of photinia flowers. The scent of semen seemed to have a magical power, disturbing the mother’s mind.

The semen on her biological son’s underwear emitted a masculine scent that intoxicated her. For some inexplicable reason, she actually found it very pleasant. What she didn’t know was that I had been adding aphrodisiacs to her food and drinking water multiple times during this period.

(What’s going on…? Have I really been lonely for too long?)

“Huff…huff…” Mom’s breathing became rapid, her long legs bent slightly, and finally she knelt in front of the washing machine. Mom supported herself on the washing machine with her hands, her right hand tightly gripping her panties which were covered in my semen, her thighs tightly pressed together and grinding against each other. With the twisting of her body, Mom’s pert buttocks swayed back and forth, which was incredibly tempting.

(Mmm…uh…uh…the scent of my own son…it’s so tempting…how could this be…how could this be…why am I so sensitive to the scent of my own son…)

“Ugh… Huff… Huff… Ah…” The mother’s body grew increasingly thirsty, and the desire within her intensified. Her delicate skin even flushed red. Although her inner reason told her that she should restrain herself, her desires won out in the battle. So, the mother held her own son’s underwear to her nose and greedily took a deep breath.

(How could I be so lewd… Even if I was desperately horny… I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have done this…)

Suddenly, the mother’s reason prevailed over her desire. As if she were discarding a dangerous object, she quickly opened the washing machine, threw her own son’s underwear in, and slammed the washing machine lid shut.

(No… I can’t do this… This is too lewd…)

After completing these steps, Mom seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and she knelt weakly in front of the washing machine, but her legs were still unconsciously rubbing together at the base of her thighs.

(Oh my god… how could I be like this… has it really been too long since I’ve been comforted?)

Unable to believe she had suddenly become so lewd, the mother held her forehead and shook her head repeatedly, trying to drive away the evil desires in her mind. But these lewd thoughts were like maggots clinging to her bones, impossible to shake off. The more she thought about them, the more uncomfortable she became.

But when the mother recalled the scene in the room, her desire, which had just subsided, quickly reignited.

The mother tried to shake her head to forget the sight of her own son’s huge penis that she had spied on, but the image of me with my erect penis kept replaying in her mind.

(My son’s… it’s so big… I wonder which girl will be able to experience that enormous thing that makes you feel like you’re in heaven…)

The mother’s heart pounded, and her pent-up desires stirred once more.

(By the way… vent it out… vent it out and you’ll feel better…)

My mother’s slender, fair hands gently pressed against her breasts. Even this was incredibly arousing. She slowly removed her top, revealing her full breasts filling her milky-white bra. Her fair, smooth skin looked even more alluring. She reached into her bra and pulled out one large breast. The round, plump breast was freed from its confinement, and the nipple was slightly swollen…

The mother placed her left fingers on her right nipple, gently pinched it, and then rotated it clockwise a few times. A strong sensation of stimulation rushed to her brain, and she unconsciously let out a moan.

The mother’s expression was almost delirious, her mind filled with images of her own son’s large penis, and she murmured softly, “Mmm…ah…I look like a slut…but…but my body really feels so uncomfortable…”

At this moment, the mother’s body was completely aroused, and every cell in her body was craving comfort. Driven by this irresistible desire, the mother even ignored the world around her, and she tightly grasped her huge breasts and kneaded them vigorously and ecstatically.

(I want it so badly, I really want it…)

“Eee…ah…ha…ha…it hurts…it hurts so much down there…” Mom’s left hand continued to gently caress her breasts, while her right hand pulled her women’s shorts down to her knees. Her legs, which were kneeling on the floor, were spread apart, revealing her white panties. Then, Mom ripped off her panties, put her right fingers in her mouth and moistened them with saliva, and then quickly reached between her legs to her burning garden.

“Hmm…” In that instant, Mom’s body suddenly trembled violently, her breathing became slow and heavy, and her fingers pressed on the warm crevice, then slowly and gently stroked the concave crevice in the middle, stroking it up and down gently.

“Uh-huh……”

By this time, her vulva was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. Mom felt waves of electricity coursing through her body. Then, Mom parted her delicate labia with her fingers, revealing the pink flesh inside. Her fingers slid over it, moving to the top of the vulva, where she touched a tiny bump the size of a red bean. Mom knew this was the most stimulating spot, and began to gently circle it. Another, even stronger current surged through her body…

“Ugh… Hiss!!”

With her neck tilted back, her expression shifted between pleasure and ecstasy. Her pearly white teeth clenched her rosy lips so tightly they almost bled. A seductive moan escaped her nose, and her supple waist swayed incessantly. With each movement, her bare, snow-white, shapely buttocks writhed rhythmically.

“Mmm… Ahh… Ah… It’s so itchy… So itchy…” Mom placed her hand on the mons pubis, stroking the delicate clitoris, her fingers drawing fine circles on the clitoris, completely relieving the engorged lower body.

“Ah… Oh…” Mom’s sexual desire became even stronger. She rubbed her two fingers against the outside of her labia, gently stroking them. More and more fluid kept flowing out of Mom’s vagina, as if it would never dry up.

What the mother didn’t know was that her biological son, whom she thought was sleeping, was actually pretending to be asleep. The low moans she made while masturbating had already reached his ears.

Hearing my mother moaning, I got excited and immediately got out of bed. I carefully went to the source of the sound and, sure enough, caught my mother masturbating.

My heart pounded with joy.

(That wretched, lewd mother! Her son can masturbate like that even in broad daylight! I wonder if I could just pounce on her and fuck her into submission right there and then… But… but I can’t beat my mom! Damn it! I’ll just have to take a picture first!)

Such a good opportunity, but because I was outnumbered and outmatched, I didn’t dare to step forward and coerce my mother into submission. I was furious about this, so I took out my phone and secretly filmed my mother’s lewd masturbation.

The mother couldn’t help but start using both hands to “self-touch” up and down. She inserted two fingers of her right hand into the depths of her vagina and stirred them vigorously, while her left hand squeezed and played with her breasts.

“Ah…ah…so stimulating, so comfortable…ah…more…more…”

Mom’s fingers spun faster and faster, and she applied more force…

“Ah…ah…good…good…ah…ah…”

The image of her son’s large penis penetrating her vagina in her dream replaying in her mind further aroused her…

“Ah…ah…ee…ee…”

Deep within her groin and private parts, something seemed about to burst forth, and her fingers moved even more forcefully…

“Ah…ah…I can’t…I can’t…ah****”

Her whole body convulsed irregularly as if struck by lightning, and her slits contracted rapidly in rhythmic bursts. Suddenly, “plop—plop—” a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from her urethra, forming a small pool of vaginal fluid on the floor in front of her.

(Turns out Mom is a natural at squirting!)

With red eyes, I watched my mother reach her climax. Knowing she was almost done masturbating and it was time to stop, I put away my phone, crouched down, and quietly returned to my room.

“Huff…huff…huff…”

The mother was breathing heavily, still caught in the pleasure of her orgasm. A short while later, she snapped out of it and noticed that the ground was soaked.

(This is so shameful…so lewd…thinking about her son’s thing…orgasming…shameless…can’t do this anymore…remember…you are a chaste wife…yes, Mom…and a policewoman! How can such a shameful thing ever happen again…)

Mom quickly wiped the floor clean with the soiled clothes, then put them in the washing machine and started the wash cycle. Recalling what had just happened, Mom felt extremely guilty…

Mom shook her head, patted her cheeks, forcing herself to stop thinking about it, and then went to the kitchen to get busy. Before long, a breakfast was ready.

“Son, breakfast is ready. It’s time to get up. Wash your face and brush your teeth, then come and eat!” Mom knocked on my bedroom door.

(The breakfast my mother made with the hand that touched my vulva… I have to eat it… I wonder if there will be any trace of my mother’s vaginal fluid… This slutty mother… She just finished masturbating… and now she’s pretending to be a loving mother to discipline me…)

Hearing my mother’s call and recalling her dazed expression just now, I felt an itch in my heart, like a cat scratching at me. I couldn’t wait to enjoy my mother’s mature and beautiful body. Moreover, judging from my mother’s reaction just now, she should have been almost out of her mind by the aphrodisiac.

I thought lewdly, “Soon I’ll be able to enjoy my mother’s beautiful flesh.”

“Okay,” I replied, and after brushing my teeth and washing my face, I went to the living room to have breakfast with my mother.

“Mom, I made plans with my classmates to go to the library in a little while!”

“Okay, go early and come back early, don’t come back too late. Are you coming back for lunch?”

“We’re going to eat out, Mom, you don’t need to wait for me.”

“Okay, remember to come home for dinner tonight. Mom will cook your favorite clam chowder and alkaline chicken!”

“Wow, that’s great, Mom, thank you! I’m off now!”

“Be careful on the road, and come back soon.”

After I left home, I was about to go to the library, but then I thought to myself, if my mom can masturbate to the point of squirting when I’m at home, who knows what other tricks she might play when I’m not home? It would be such a waste if I didn’t film it. With that thought, I excitedly headed back home and secretly climbed over the balcony into the house.

At that moment, at home, Mom had just finished washing the dishes and taking off her apron. Then, Mom went into the bedroom and went to the wardrobe.

I saw Mom take out a tight-fitting bodysuit from the closet and put it on her sexy and alluring body. The rubber material made it very form-fitting, and the bodysuit tightly stretched her large breasts, which were full and perky, with the nipples almost popping out of the clothes. Her slender waist was paired with her round and firm peach buttocks. Below her full mons pubis, the crotch of the rubber pants was recessed into her labia, and her two plump vulva were perfectly exposed. Then Mom straddled her sexy and alluring legs and went to the living room to start practicing contortion gymnastics.

I quietly crept to the door and cautiously peeked into the living room! Wow, what I saw almost made my eyes pop out!

In the open space in the center of the living room, Mom was diligently doing gentle yoga on the carpet, accompanied by soft, cheerful music and her accented voice.

“One, two, three, four… Do it again… two, two, three, four…”

I was almost stunned when I saw my tall and voluptuous mother in the living room.

Although my mother’s breasts were as large as two big papayas, she usually dressed very conservatively, and I could only vaguely see her collarbones at most.

Because we were at home, my mother’s curvaceous and alluring body was only wearing a very thin white bodysuit. Her full and round breasts stretched her sports bra so much that it bulged out, and her fair breasts created a deep cleavage, which made my eyes involuntarily fall into that tender white cleavage.

Those two round, plump breasts looked like two big watermelons. The black bra accentuated the white, tender flesh, like a bright full moon in the night. My mother’s devilishly hot figure made it hard for me to look away. My mother’s full breasts were now exposed as she bent over, revealing large areas of white flesh. It was a rare and beautiful sight that excited me.

What’s especially arousing is that Mom wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear!

The two prominent nipples on Mom’s chest are clearly visible!

It’s important to know that these fitness tights are extremely elastic and made of synthetic fabric that fits the skin most closely for easy movement. However, because the fabric is very thin and fits the body too tightly, it is extremely easy to accentuate a woman’s figure, especially the outline of her external genitalia between her legs, revealing the mother’s beautiful curves!

This bodysuit is a perfect match for my mother’s exceptionally voluptuous and mature figure. Her snow-white, full breasts and mysterious, tender, dark forest of flesh can almost be seen through the thin bodysuit!

It was even more remarkable that Mom’s buttocks did not sag at all; the two buttocks were firm and strong, sticking up in an amazing arc. The entire bodysuit clung tightly to Mom’s buttocks, only creating folds of fabric in the gap between her buttocks.

Through this area, which is somewhat transparent due to being stretched too wide, one can vaguely see the snow-white flesh of the buttocks inside, making it incredibly alluring.

At this moment, Mom was adjusting the direction of the yoga mat on the ground. Her large breasts swayed up and down with the movement of her hands, like a pair of happy rabbits frolicking in the wilderness.

Mom knelt on the yoga mat, wiping away the dust.

The yoga pants on her lower body perfectly outlined her figure. Her big buttocks, which were lying on the ground, looked like a plump and juicy peach. Below her slender waist, which could be grasped in one hand, were such full and juicy, naturally-grown buttocks. Her plump and large buttocks looked like they would feel very good to the touch. Those peach-shaped buttocks made me drool.

My mother’s beautiful legs, her full and firm peach-shaped buttocks, and her stunningly beautiful face—this voluptuous and gorgeous body aroused a desire in me.

I watched my mother’s movements with wide eyes; she was currently forming a “Z”.

With the “V” shape in her posture, Mom was kneeling on the yoga mat, her slender waist with defined abs pressed tightly downwards, her waistline pressed firmly against her kneeling thighs.

The mother straightened her entire upper body, and her two slender hands began to stretch forward along the ground as far as she could. At this moment, the mother’s beautiful face slowly lowered towards the ground.

Mom’s whole body began to sweat slowly, and drops of glistening sweat began to seep from her bare waistline. As Mom moved, the sweat dripped slowly down her skin onto the yoga mat, and Mom’s snow-white body radiated a dazzling light in the surrounding light.

I carefully examined my mother’s yoga pants, which were as tight as gauze yet as thin as a cicada’s wing. The yoga pants clearly outlined my mother’s full, round, fleshy buttocks.

My mother’s graceful figure was tightly wrapped up, and her vulva was outlined with camel toes. Now, even the shape of her full and alluring vulva deep inside her legs was clearly visible to me.

My mother’s vulva looked like a plump, round white steamed bun with a narrow slit like a line of sky. It looked plump and round, and I thought this must be the steamed bun-shaped vulva that is often mentioned in comics.

“…One, two, three, four…On my command, jump…”

Following the instructions in the video, Mom put her hands on her hips and jumped around like a dancer with her beautiful body!

Her two large, full breasts trembled violently to the rhythm of the music, seemingly about to burst out of her tight-fitting clothes at any moment. Their heavy weight was almost spilling out. I didn’t know what size my mother’s bra was, but I was certain that I couldn’t hold her large breasts in one hand…

(Ah…you lewd mother, I really want to grab your breasts and knead them hard, the feel must be amazing…just thinking about it makes my blood boil, and my right hand involuntarily presses onto my penis…)

After finishing the jumping exercises, it was time to move on to leg exercises. Mom lay on the ground, her alluring body reclining on her side, her straight pink legs kicking and thrashing in the air.

This position made Mom’s large breasts appear even bigger and firmer. The tight-fitting clothes were stretched taut by Mom’s two big breasts, and the almost transparent white tight-fitting clothes could not hide the full garden of spring at all. Whenever Mom spread her legs, you could vaguely glimpse the slightly raised mysterious place between Mom’s thighs through the seams of the tight-fitting clothes. Under the outline of the seams, a narrow cleavage was vaguely revealed, which was extremely tempting from a distance!

Then, Mom raised her legs over her head and pressed them against the wall, making the crotch marks between her legs completely visible to her son. His son could see that Mom’s mons pubis was raised like a steamed bun, and together with the indentation in the middle, it formed the shape of a plump camel toe. What was even more captivating was that the alluring indentation was slightly damp, whether from sweat or something else, which made people’s imaginations run wild.

Little did Mom know that her incredibly beautiful and plump vulva was being seen clearly by her own son. She was still intently performing her movements, her long, delicate eyelashes fluttering beneath her slender, willow-leaf eyebrows, her large eyes seemingly dripping with allure. Fine beads of sweat glistened on her face, her cherry-like lips slightly parted, emitting soft, panting sounds. A faint flush of exertion tinged her face, and her fair, delicate skin was covered in glistening beads of sweat from the intense activity, making her even more seductive. Seeing this, I couldn’t help but imagine the captivating beauty Dad must be enjoying in bed.

Before long, Mom was drenched in sweat. Her thin, tight-fitting clothes were completely soaked and became transparent, revealing the two tender pink nipples on her full breasts. Her mysterious, tender vulva clung tightly to her tight pants, outlining breathtaking curves. With the rise and fall of Mom’s hips, whenever she lifted her stockinged legs, I could see the mysterious part between her legs, that most alluring spot.

I couldn’t help but exclaim in my heart, “The inventor of leggings is a genius!”

The elastic fabric completely covered my mother’s genitals, exposing what was once her most mysterious area to me in a completely different way.

I could almost make out the shape of my mother’s labia majora. The thin, tight pants were tightly squeezed between her labia majora and slowly undulated as her legs opened and closed. I could even vaguely see faint traces of moisture on them. My mother wasn’t wearing any underwear!

I maliciously imagined those water stains as my mother’s vaginal fluid.

My mother was almost completely naked. My heart pounded, my breathing became heavy, and my penis became hard and erect. The mother in front of me was no longer the noble and chaste woman she usually was. Instead, she was like a sexy goddess, so beautiful and alluring. She was incredibly lewd. Her skin was fair and rosy, her figure was beautiful and slender, and her legs were long and shapely. She didn’t look like a woman in her thirties who had just given birth. Now I knew why.

My mother continued her contortionist exercises, spreading her long, beautiful legs wide in a split. Then, she bent forward at the waist to touch her delicate toes. Her mysterious triangle was completely exposed because of the split and bending motion. The crotch of her thin silk bodysuit clung tightly to her tender vulva because of the water stains, allowing me to clearly see the tender red slit hidden among her pubic hair. Her bright red labia minora were squeezed apart by the silk bodysuit, exposing the tender red flesh and small clitoris, which were almost completely visible to me, making my penis almost explode.

I watched intently, completely absorbed and excited. Before I knew it, my hand was inside my pants, rubbing my own penis. But that wasn’t enough, so I pulled it outside my pants and masturbated there.

My mother was diligently performing a series of somewhat obscene bodybuilding exercises in the living room, while I hid to the side doing hand exercises. My mother’s supple body was to maintain her figure, while my exercises were to extinguish the burning desire within me.

As I gazed at my mother’s alluring, naked body, I began to rub my penis up and down, fantasizing about pinning my mature and beautiful mother beneath me, grasping her large breasts with both hands, and inserting my penis into her tender, delicate vulva, defiling the soft, pink flesh beneath her tight-fitting leotard.

Completely unaware that someone was peeping, Mom pressed down on her beautiful legs, which were spread wide apart in stockings, and then bent her slender waist backward. Her snow-white, full breasts tightened even more on the stocking bodysuit with her movements, and her bright red nipples protruded from the fabric, swaying and shaking as if inviting someone to bite and play with them. It almost made my soul leave my body, but my attention was still focused on Mom’s alluring vulva. Mom’s split-leg posture was as if she was actively inviting me to visit and admire her tender red vulva.

I was having a great time doing this, holding the penis tightly in my hand, just like it was really inserted into my mother’s tender, red vagina, thinking about how I had used my hands and mouth to shamelessly molest my mother last night.

I smeared my saliva all over my mother’s toes, calves, thighs, buttocks, and breasts. I licked her tender vulva until the skin almost peeled off. But to prevent my mother from finding out, I refrained from raping her at home. I was really burning with lust, so I masturbated my penis even more vigorously, and my perverted desires reached their peak…

(Oh, my mom, your body is so perfect… Don’t worry, soon, very soon I’ll be able to have your body… Yes, mom, I love you so much, I want to ejaculate all my thick semen onto you, not a single drop will be wasted on your naked body… I want to make you my own…)

Of course, Mom couldn’t hear these outrageous and obscene words.

The mother was intently focused on the screen, meticulously performing each movement, completely unaware that her own son’s lustful eyes were lewdly and greedily staring at his mother’s mature and beautiful body, his mind filled with wicked and immoral thoughts…

Meanwhile, the half-hour workout also came to an end!

The music stopped abruptly, and Mom lay limply on her back, her limbs relaxed and stretched out, her breath coming in rapid, soft gasps.

My mother’s entire body was soaked with fragrant sweat, her glistening skin covered with tiny beads of sweat, her full breasts heaving dramatically, and her face displaying a captivating expression of contentment!

It seems this isn’t the first time Mom has danced for exercise!

No wonder my mom has such a great figure; her stomach is as flat as a young girl’s, without a single bit of bloated or loose fat… But why have I never seen my mom work out?

Could it be that Mom deliberately kept it from me…? Hmm, very likely!

Mom left work early and rushed home, probably because she wanted to exercise secretly at home by herself, so that I wouldn’t see her revealing and sexy outfit!

Hmph, what a biased mother!

She painstakingly developed such a perfect figure just to satisfy her father’s lust; yet she is so stingy with her own son, not even giving him a chance to feast his eyes on her!

I was so excited watching this that I secretly vowed to find a way to get my mother into bed, to let her get a taste of pleasure, and to slowly train her into my exclusive sex slave!

Even in the future, whenever and wherever he needs to, this horny mother can willingly relieve his lust!

After finishing her workout, Mom sat on the floor wiping away her sweat. As she wiped her full, round, and firm breasts, her pretty face flushed slightly. Her bright red nipples were erect. Mom paused for a moment, suddenly remembering the erotic dream she had last night. In the dream, her biological son had a penis even larger than her father’s, superb bedroom skills, and was incredibly seductive and long-lasting. He used many different positions, which led her to orgasm in her dream. Thinking of this, Mom felt a surge of heat throughout her body, and a faint desire slowly rose from her heart. A layer of sweat had already seeped through her body, soaking her underwear.

The tall, voluptuous mother made a fan-like gesture with her hands, and with a towel draped around her neck, she swayed as she walked toward the bathroom.

Because it was at home, the mother, who had just finished indoor yoga, was dressed in a revealing outfit. Her upper body was a sports vest that barely covered her bust, and it seemed that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, making her breasts appear more natural and rounded. Two obvious nipples were clearly visible. Her lower body was covered in “abalone pants,” which are currently popular in gyms. These pants are highly elastic and made of synthetic fabric that can fit snugly against the skin for easy movement. However, because the fabric is very thin and fits the body too tightly, it easily reveals the outline of a woman’s external genitalia between her legs, hence the nickname “abalone pants.”

Originally designed for foreign women, the abalone pants were a perfect match for my mother, a mature woman with a figure similar to that of a Caucasian woman and an exceptionally full bottom. Without the cover of those loose skirts, I could see my mother’s incredibly plump and exquisite vulva very clearly.

What’s even more remarkable is that Mom’s pert buttocks didn’t sag at all. The two buttocks were firm and strong, forming an amazing arc. The pants clung tightly to Mom’s buttocks, with only the fabric creating folds in the gap between her buttocks.

Through this area, which is somewhat transparent due to being stretched too wide, one can vaguely see the snow-white flesh of the buttocks inside, making it incredibly alluring.

Looking at the mother’s plump buttocks, there was no trace of underwear under the thong pants. There was only a T-shaped mark where the buttocks and lower back met, and two thin lines went up above the waistband and hung on the hip bones. It was clear that under the thong pants, the beautiful mother’s pert buttocks were covered by only a small thong.

My mother’s thighs are very well-proportioned, with firm and not loose flesh. They don’t look bloated or fat at all; instead, they look fleshy and elastic.

Because of her height and long legs, her calves appear even longer and straighter in contrast to her full thighs, especially her ankles, which seem almost too small to grasp. Standing there, she looks like an upside-down white jade vase.

Since my mother never expected that her own son was spying on her, I was able to see clearly the abalone marks left between her legs by the tight binding.

My mother’s mons pubis was as prominent as a steamed bun, and together with the indentation in the middle, it formed the shape of a plump camel’s toe. What was even more alluring was that the tempting indentation was slightly damp, whether from sweat or something else, which made people’s imaginations run wild.

In the bathroom, Mom began to take off the abalone pants that were tightly wrapped around her thighs. Mom’s plump buttocks and full thighs stretched the pants very tight, and the sweat from exercising made it extremely difficult to take them off.

My mother struggled to open her pants with her fair, delicate hands. After a few attempts, she realized that she couldn’t take them off as she normally would. She could only use the method of removing stockings, slowly rolling them down with her palms facing down, flipping them little by little. At the same time, she had to bend over and wiggle her amazing buttocks from side to side to match the movement. Her white, sweaty breasts trembled and swayed incessantly, and waves of soft, smooth flesh rippled across them, as if she were performing a erotic dance for me.

This scene made my blood boil and my lust surge. I wanted to rush into the bathroom, ride on my beautiful mother, and ejaculate into her womb. In my excitement, I pulled down my pants and started masturbating.

My huge cock was already at its limit of erection, and it suddenly jumped out of my crotch. The glans, which was more than 20 centimeters long and as thick as a child’s arm, was sticking out its wicked tongue.

At the same time, I grabbed my mother’s sexy lace thong and wrapped the crotch of the thong around my egg-shaped glans. I wrapped the remaining fabric around my thick shaft, keeping my eyes fixed on my mother as she took a shower, and started masturbating rapidly.

At this moment, Mom had just laboriously taken off her rolled-up abalone pants from her feet and began to bend over to take off the black thong that was almost embedded in her buttocks.

However, given the size of her mother’s buttocks, even something as simple as taking off her underwear became a difficult task. The small thong had curled into a thin thread when it was pulled down to her thighs, with only the crotch fabric still clinging to her damp vulva, tightly wedged between her buttocks. In order to continue, her mother had to slightly part her legs, reach under her crotch, and pinch the fabric of the underwear with her fingers to pull it down.

My eyes were practically glued to my mother’s private parts between her legs. The moment the fabric separated from her vulva, I could clearly see the glistening, transparent thread being pulled out from her labia.

Especially when my mother’s private parts were completely exposed to the air as her underwear came off, I stretched my neck out as far as I could, my eyes red, wishing I could engrave the image of my mother’s vulva into my mind.

“Mom is so horny! She’s already leaking juices in broad daylight! I’m going to fuck Mom’s amazing cunt!” I stared intently at my mother’s pink and white, alluring triangle, especially at the pubic bone. Her flat lower abdomen suddenly bulged up like a plump steamed bun. Below this white, swollen bun, a deep, glistening crevice opened, barely revealing two bright red labia and the narrow vaginal opening even deeper inside. But that was the limit. If my mother hadn’t spread her legs open at that moment, I probably wouldn’t have seen any of that, only a tightly closed honey slit.

Such a tempting sight was enough to arouse me to the point that I almost ejaculated on my mother’s underwear. The forbidden temptation of raping my own mother filled my mind with the lewd image of pressing my mother down, spreading her legs, and thrusting into her, then wantonly raping her. I started to vigorously masturbate my thick penis, and clear pre-ejaculate kept gushing out of the narrow urethral opening, soaking the underwear covering the glans.

Mom continued to lift one leg, laboriously pulling the panties, rolled up into a line, off her ankle. She then unfolded them and wiped her small vulva a few times. Looking at the crystal-clear liquid on the panties, a shy expression appeared on her face.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m at that age where I’m more sexually active and my hormone levels are rising, but lately my mother has been feeling increasingly restless because of her long-dormant body. During the day, scenes of lovemaking often pop into her mind, and she often gets distracted at work. If she accidentally clenches her legs, her genitals become so sensitive that they secrete vaginal fluid. And this phenomenon is getting more and more serious. Now, she has changed her panty liner twice in just one day at work. In the end, she had no spares and had to come home with her underwear soaked in sweat.

Thinking of this, Mom blushed slightly, and then took off her sports vest.

As soon as she was freed from the constraints of the fabric, her enormous breasts, which were 36F size and could be described as surging waves, eagerly sprang out, like two plump white rabbits. The deep red nipples were already engorged and swollen from the direct friction with the clothes, forming a strong contrast with the snow-white flesh.

Even without the support and compression of a bra, the mother’s large breasts naturally formed a wide and long cleavage between them. Although not as perky as a young girl’s, these large breasts showed little sign of sagging or drooping. They were both full and soft, perfectly embodying the softness and elasticity of a woman’s breasts that had experienced breastfeeding. At first glance, they looked like two white jade bells hanging on her chest, so white that even the faint blue veins were visible.

The mother was clearly very satisfied with her breasts, twisting her body in front of the mirror and admiring them to herself.

While watching, the mother would occasionally lift her heavy breasts with both hands, shaking them or gently squeezing them to deepen her cleavage. She would also lightly pinch her engorged nipples with her fingers, revealing a rare hint of playfulness. As if to relieve something, she would lower her head slightly and suck on each nipple a few times, completely unaware that there were two other onlookers watching with bated breath.

The mother, who was exceptionally proud of her body, was not only proud of her large breasts. After kneading her breasts, her hands immediately moved to her waist, stroking around her round and plump waist. She unconsciously twisted her waist, and her jade hands slid down to her jade buttocks without stopping. Her palms pressed tightly against her two white and plump buttocks, which were covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, making them even more dazzling under the bathroom light. With a little pressure, her jade hands on them sank into the tender flesh of her buttocks.

“Slap! Slap!” The crisp sound of Mom slapping her own buttocks.

Mom twisted her waist, turning her large buttocks to face the full-length mirror in front of her. In the mirror, red marks were visible on her smooth, white buttocks; even the lightest slaps left clear imprints. Whenever she saw her incredibly full and pert buttocks, Mom couldn’t help but recall her newlywed husband, who, like a madman, would press down on her, his breath hot and his breath hot, like a valiant knight, repeatedly slapping her buttocks with rough, powerful hands. As a secret sensitive spot, the memory always brought Mom to orgasm quickly. Unfortunately, their once blissful married life had ended completely with her husband’s departure abroad, and their intimacy gradually ceased. This excellent mare, now without her valiant knight, could only wander in melancholy day after day…

The mother looked somewhat somber. She forcefully spread her buttocks apart, allowing the long-awaited fresh air to enter the cleft between her buttocks, which had been deeply buried by her buttocks, so that her vaginal opening, which had been hidden between the two mounds of flesh all day, could breathe.

The slightly cool air caused the delicate honey hole deep in her buttocks to suddenly tighten sensitively. The mother could feel the cool touch of the cold wind as her moist honey hole was touched by the cold air, and even the air flowing through the opening along her buttocks was tinged with a lewd smell.

It’s embarrassing to admit, but I learned this action of spreading my labia and sticking my vulva out from an adult film I accidentally saw on a colleague’s computer. Those bad women always liked to stick their buttocks out and spread their labia in front of men, completely exposing their wet vulvas to them. Especially when my mother continued to peek, feeling both ashamed and timid, and saw those bad women squirting from being penetrated by men’s penises, my mother blushed even more, thinking those women were simply shameless and extremely lewd.

These past few nights, when my mother masturbated with her fingers, images of those wicked women with far less attractive, dark-skinned vaginas, their flesh being forced open by men’s large penises, kept flashing through her mind. Unbeknownst to her, her own fingers would slip into those tender, pink little vaginas, and to her surprise, she experienced a unique kind of pleasure. The conflict between conservatism and lust made my mother both ashamed and angry. She often cursed herself inwardly as a slutty, wanton woman, yet she could never help but secretly masturbate.

Shaking her head, Mom tried to clear her mind of those random thoughts and continued to focus on admiring her proud body. Mom had always been extremely proud of her body. How many women could maintain such large breasts without sagging after childbirth? Her nipples were a tender pink cherry blossom color, as were her private parts, and her vagina was as tight as a virgin’s. You should know that when she married her husband, she was known as the number one beauty in Zhongjing. Female colleagues often called her a big-breasted slut behind her back, and even male colleagues who pretended to be gentlemen in front of her would often give her a series of hot glances, but she didn’t say anything out of politeness.

“Mom is so slutty, she’s masturbating like that, so wanton and lewd. I’m going to fuck her to death! I’m going to get her pregnant so she can carry on my family line!” My eyes were flashing red, and I wanted to rush out and into the bathroom to pin my beautiful mother down and rape her.

Of course, a sliver of reason told me that now was not the time, but at that moment, I was consumed by lust and simply using my mother’s underwear to masturbate my huge penis was not enough to satisfy me.

I continued to intently watch my mother. She had already turned on the shower and was taking a shower. The steam made the scene somewhat blurry, but this ambiguity only made it more captivating. The warm water was washing over my mother’s fair and delicate skin, but it couldn’t hide the hunger and restlessness deep within her body.

A pair of large, plump, and perky breasts were covered with water droplets, and streams of water continued to flow down the slightly swollen nipples.

A pair of delicate hands, covered in shower gel, caressed every inch of her skin, leaving no part of her body untouched—nipples, vagina, groin, anus, even the most intimate areas.

As the water flowed, Mom’s delicate hands roamed and rubbed her body, but those slender, jade-like fingers unknowingly wandered between her legs…

The image of her son’s large penis unconsciously surfaced in her mind again.

(I never imagined my son would actually have such a big penis, just like in my dreams… I always thought he was still a little boy… Turns out… he’s already grown up… What am I thinking… I’m so shameless…)

The mother tried to dispel the evil thoughts in her heart.

But no matter how much he rinsed, he couldn’t wash away the grotesque image of the penis from his mind. Looking at his beautiful figure, he finally couldn’t help but hold his full breasts and gently caress them. Just doing so sent waves of pleasure rushing into his mind.

The image of that thick, red penis reappeared in the mother’s mind. Unconsciously, her breathing became a little rapid, and she gradually felt a little hot and uneasy. It was as if something was wrong with her whole body, and something deep inside her seemed to be expecting something. Her hands unconsciously went to her chest and gently stroked it.

My mother’s body, having been deprived of sex for so long, was quite sensitive, and she became aroused with the slightest stimulation.

(How did I become like this? No… I mustn’t think about my son… I need to… think about my husband… Yes… my husband…)

The mother couldn’t help but think this.

But he couldn’t control his lust. His hand slowly slid down, finally reaching the woman’s most sensitive and embarrassing spot. At first, he slid it up and down slowly. Her private area was already wet, and it was hard to tell whether it was bathwater or vaginal fluid. It was slippery and felt very comfortable to touch. Then he gradually increased the pressure. At this point, his fingers pressed on her clitoris and began to circle.

“Mmm…mmm…mmm…”

It felt so good. At this moment, Mom just wanted a more exciting feeling. She started to fantasize about the feeling of a thick penis penetrating her. Her crazy performance in the dream made her feel like she was there. The desire in her heart had begun to burn.

At this moment, the mother held one of her firm, snow-white breasts in one hand, her fingers pinching and playing with the slightly erect, bright red nipples.

Her right hand rubbed back and forth between her legs, teasing her sensitive and moist labia with her fingers.

With the movement of two slender fingers, the full, smooth, tightly closed labia majora were slowly stretched open, and warm fluids took advantage of the opening to enter, rushing straight to the extremely sensitive vaginal opening and clitoris. Waves of tingling pleasure followed, like tiny electric currents spreading throughout the body, making the mother’s genitals even more itchy, stirring up all the nerves in her body.

Her mother’s alluring eyes were tightly closed, her beautiful face radiating a strong sense of spring, her sexy red lips pressed tightly together, as if she were going through some great torment.

The mother’s left hand, which was caressing her breasts, gradually increased its pressure. Her snow-white, bell-shaped breasts, like well-risen dough, were transformed into various lewd shapes by her magical jade hand. The mother’s fingers, which were kneading her vulva, became more and more intense, and she began to rub the clitoris, which was peeled off the foreskin, trying to make the pleasure even more intense.

“Ah…ah…so stimulating, so comfortable…ah…more…more…”

Her fingers were moving even more actively, and she imagined a thick penis being inserted into her body, making a “splattering” sound like in porn movies. The penis filled her entire vagina, and she felt as if her internal organs were being scraped away by the magnificent penis.

She tried desperately to hold back her cries, but no matter what she did, they just kept leaking out: “Ah!… Ah!… Ah!…”

My mother’s eyes were slightly closed, her eyebrows relaxed, and her pretty face, flushed from the heat, looked even more beautiful. Her sexy red lips parted as if she were emitting soft moans.

At this moment, the beautiful mother was completely immersed in the wonderful pleasure, unaware that her body was being thoroughly explored by her own son.

Watching my mother perform her lewd masturbation, my eyes gleamed with excitement, and my hands moved so fast they almost made my penis smoke.

Those towering, full breasts, shaped like hanging bells, naturally formed a cleavage even without the support of a bra. If she wore that police uniform, she could easily create an astonishingly deep cleavage that could easily bury my face in!

As her hands rubbed together, her mother’s fingers sank deep into the flesh, leaving several erotic indentations. Clumps of snow-white, creamy breast flesh overflowed from between her fingers, so smooth and delicate as to be like flowing liquid. Just by looking at them, one could clearly perceive how amazing their elasticity and slippery texture were.

At this moment, the mother was getting into the swing of things, her expression becoming increasingly alluring. Her slender eyebrows would sometimes furrow and sometimes relax, her fine eyelashes would tremble slightly, and her red lips would involuntarily open into an “O” shape. With her graceful neck held high, her beautiful face revealed a wantonness and pleasure that she had never shown in public before. Any man would be aroused with boundless desire the moment he saw her.

My eyes were practically glued to the bathroom, my glove throbbing like a penis, imagining my right hand, which was covered by my mother’s underwear, as her beautiful vagina, and engaging in virtual sexual intercourse with her through the bathroom door.

On the other side, the ecstatic pleasure emanating from her lower body continued to rise. A slippery honey-like fluid, quite different from water, flowed continuously from the crack of her pink little fleshy hole. Her jade fingers had somehow slipped into her tight vulva. As her lower body became increasingly wet, the back-and-forth thrusting and probing movements of her fingers became smoother, and the honey-like fluid brought out between her fingers began to increase significantly.

In the mother’s imagination, her husband was holding her tightly from behind, his hot, hard penis deeply penetrating the deepest part of her sensitive, moist body. His thick hands caressed her body, which would drive any man crazy, his rough, powerful palms kneading her full breasts and wantonly playing with and slapping her plump buttocks, leaving hot, burning handprints on her sensitive skin.

The mother twisted her voluptuous body, responding to her husband’s caresses and advances. Her two sexy legs rubbed together, her crotch glistening with moisture. Her plump, upturned buttocks sometimes thrust forward and sometimes contracted backward, as if trying to suppress the itch inside her body, or as if expressing her inner desires.

Seeing her own wanton posture in the mirror, Mom blushed slightly, but she couldn’t care less at that moment. In her mind’s imagination, her husband was roughly spreading open her plump vulva with his large hands, pressing his thick penis against her long-empty entrance, and thrusting his hips, grinding his large glans against her smooth and soft labia…

Despite it being a fantasy, the mother couldn’t help but lean over the sink, arching her back high to meet the imaginary husband in her mind. This fantasy not only made the mother more aroused but also more engrossed in the experience. As the pleasure spread, the jade fingers that were thrusting in and out of her honey hole increased their speed once again.

Mother’s breath was sweet and fragrant, her breathing gradually became rapid, her chest began to heave violently, and her full body became even more tender.

The mother felt an increasing emptiness and unbearable urge deep within her vagina, and her vaginal fluids, mixed with the hot water sprayed from the showerhead, flowed down her legs like a stream.

The mother’s desire for her husband’s comfort had almost reached a frenzied level, and what she had just received was far from enough. Her jade-like hand, which had been resting on her breast, had somehow slipped down to her crotch. From her back down, her fair and slender index finger seemed to uncontrollably insert itself into her tight, pink little hole!

The moment her tender little hole was invaded, Mom couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. Her snow-white body trembled repeatedly, her long, wet hair swaying as she revealed an expression of extreme pleasure. Her previously furrowed brows finally relaxed, revealing a blissful and satisfied look.

(Slutty mom!! Whore!! How could she be so lewd!)

Through the bathroom door, I heard my mother’s long, pleasurable moans, which instantly sent shivers down my spine. My mother, the policewoman who was so noble and gentle in my heart, was now acting like a real slut, sticking her ass out and fiddling with her vulva!

At this moment, Mom’s eyes were tightly closed, her expression one of ecstasy. Her sexy red lips emitted sweet moans, and her two fair fingers were rapidly thrusting in and out of her two orifices, seeking the wonderful feeling of ascending to heaven that she had just experienced.

As her fingers moved, the mother’s imagined husband’s hard, iron-like penis behind her also sped up. The strong man’s muscular waist thrust violently, his magnificent penis rampaging and pounding inside her horribly aroused body, ravaging her relentlessly, driving her to the brink of ecstasy and leaving her soul adrift.

As the pleasure continued, the mother’s fingers thrust in and out of the vagina more rapidly, and the honey-like fluid gushed out of the vulva, making a sizzling, lewd sound, and even making a “plop plop plop” sound from inside the vagina.

In the mother’s mind, her husband’s thrusting behind her had reached its peak, transforming him into a ferocious beast, like a diesel pile driver at full power violently raping her.

Finally, like a submissive mare, Mom lowered her proud head deeply, crawled on the sink, spread her legs, lowered her waist, and raised her plump buttocks high, swaying them like the most despicable whore, waiting for the strong knight who would conquer Mom to mount her and ride her on his back.

In this position, my mother’s already plump buttocks appeared even larger. The two plump, snow-white buttocks were as tender and juicy as water balloons coated with oil, or like a huge pink and white peach, creating a strong visual impact on me.

Following the curve of her mother’s buttocks downwards, between her legs, her pink vulva was plump and full, shaped like a large peach. The two plump labia majora, separated and turned outwards by her fingers, were tender and moist, dotted with drops of lustful nectar. Under the bathroom light, they shimmered with a lewd glow. The bright red flesh kept writhing, looking as fresh and juicy as a fresh abalone.

“Mmm! This is wonderful…” Thick honey flowed from the mother’s opening.

“More…more…ah…it’s so beautiful! So wonderful!” The granulation tissue had swelled to its limit, producing a sharp, almost painful pleasure.

Mother’s body shook violently…

“Ah…it’s coming…that’s great…”

My mother was tense, her whole body straight as a wooden stick, as if every inch of her skin from her toes to her face was tense, only her beautiful, full breasts swayed from side to side with the slight vibration of her body.

A joyful cry emanated from the mother’s beautiful lips, and the final pleasure occurred on her burning body.

The mother’s long-dormant body convulsed, finally reaching climax. Her juicy, plump vaginal cavity contracted incessantly, gushing out slick fluid from the trembling flesh.

With a long, plaintive cry, her whole body trembled violently. Her bare feet rose high on her toes, leaving only her toes touching the bathroom tiles. Her plump buttocks trembled like a sieve, her lower abdomen taut. Copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed from between her fingers and the crevice of her vagina, again and again, like a running faucet.

Little did the beautiful mother, caught in the throes of orgasm, know that her own son was outside the bathroom door, his eyes burning with desire as he stared at her curvaceous, snow-white body, convulsing with ecstasy. His erect penis, the size of a duck egg, its dark purple glans fully exposed from the foreskin, suddenly swelled again, poised to burst through the bathroom door and plunge directly inside, beautifully injecting his offspring into her deep, mysterious womb.

After a long while, Mom lazily raised her delicate hand, picked up a tissue, and gently wiped her private parts. As she wiped, her hand trembled slightly. Suddenly, Mom raised her hand, her eyes fixed on her own hands, looking at them covered in her own vaginal fluid, sticky and wet, with a fishy smell. Mom just stared at it, and fear slowly appeared in her eyes.

“Ah…” After looking at her hands for a while, Mom suddenly started washing them frantically, as if she had gone mad.

At this moment, Mom’s eyes showed a hint of fear and tension, but even more so, self-blame and guilt. Her hands were trembling, and her handwashing movements were chaotic. She used hand soap again and again, washing her hands again and again, as if she felt that she could never get her hands clean.

After finally stopping washing her hands, Mom looked at her hands, which she thought were very clean but were almost raw, and they still seemed dirty.

Finally, Mom turned on the showerhead again, and the water sprayed onto her face. Mom stood under the showerhead, closed her eyes, and looked up at the showerhead as the water sprayed onto her face and hair.

Mom stood under the shower for a long time. Finally, she opened her eyes and knelt on the bathroom floor. Hot water poured over her back. She lay there on the floor, her hair hanging down beside her ears, hot water dripping from her hair onto the floor.

Slowly, Mom’s body began to tremble. Because her hair covered her face, her expression was not visible, but then came the sound of her sobbing.

At this moment, the mother should be feeling extremely remorseful and guilty. Although the father has been away from home for a long time, the mother has always remained chaste and rarely masturbates. However, recently she has become almost obsessed with sex.

“Why…why…” Mom knelt on the floor, sobbing incessantly, seemingly questioning herself, wondering why she had done such a thing. Mom must be filled with regret now, but she doesn’t know that it was thanks to the aphrodisiac I secretly gave her. She thinks that she has reached the age of lust and has become more and more shameless.

Seeing my mother’s sorrowful face, I couldn’t bear it. To treat my own mother like this, to drug her and make her promiscuous, to try to lead her down the path of incest, I am truly an unfilial son. But it’s too late to regret it now. Time cannot be reversed. Even if time could be reversed, my mother’s body has already been turned into this. It seems that from now on, I can only use my body to comfort my mother’s body.

As I thought about this, I looked at my mother’s body. Unfortunately, this beautiful sight was fleeting. As the steam gradually rose, only a faint curve remained of my mother’s alluring body. My mother began to hum a song as she washed her snow-white body.

(Sooner or later I’ll pin this slutty mom down and fuck her to my heart’s content, pound her little pussy raw, and then fill her womb with my semen until it bursts, so she can taste what it’s like to be pregnant with my own son’s seed!)

My penis ejaculated, and the semen completely soaked through my mother’s pantyhose that were covering it. I carefully hid my mother’s pantyhose and then turned and left.