Chapter 7 Long-term Possession of a Lover's Beautiful Flesh and Cunt

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Ever since I was old enough to understand things, I’ve had a deep interest in women. This interest drove me to want to know more about them. I love my mother and want to know everything about her; after all, she’s my mother. Gradually, I observed things about her. I often saw her hanging clothes on the clothesline—sexy or not—her socks, her underwear, her boots—all became objects of my secret admiration. Please remember our website address…

Part 1: The Western Mirror

Driven by my intense curiosity, I secretly installed a spy device in a hidden spot in my parents’ room. The scene I had been waiting for finally unfolded after five or six days. My father unbuckled my mother’s belt, and she took the initiative to suck on my father’s penis. My father’s comfortable expression was touching, and I wished I could go up to my mother and let her suck my penis.

I sat in front of the camera, rubbing my own hands, my eyes glued to the lens, afraid of missing a single exciting moment. Dad took off his clothes and pounced on her. I saw him holding Mom’s breasts, his genitals throbbing repeatedly. After about ten minutes, Dad lay motionless on top of Mom. I guessed he must have ejaculated.

Sure enough, Dad got off Mom and lay down on the bed, sleeping without moving. Mom, however, was still rubbing her genitals with her hands, seemingly unsatisfied. Watching the scene on the camera, she rubbed herself faster and faster until she ejaculated.

Part Two: Adding the Drug

Unable to resist any longer, driven by an intense possessiveness, I decided to take action. Drugging was the only way to succeed. Choosing the right day was crucial; I picked a day when my father was away on a business trip to launch my mother-hunting operation.

I was terrified, but also filled with immense anticipation. My mother finally drank the water laced with sleeping pills. Less than twenty minutes later, she went back to her room and fell asleep. Through the camera, I watched her sleeping fully clothed. After fifteen minutes, once her breathing had stabilized, I went up and shook her a few times to make sure she was truly asleep. I began to stroke her body, feeling both excited and a little scared.

Looking at the pair of full breasts under the white short-sleeved shirt that I had been fantasizing about countless times, I could finally caress them with my own hands. My hands trembled slightly as I unbuttoned my mother’s white short-sleeved shirt one button at a time.

After unbuttoning her shirt, I reached behind my mother and lifted her upper body with both hands. I then unhooked her white lace bra and lifted the cups up, completely exposing my mother’s ample breasts to me.

My hands were kneading and pinching my mother’s breasts, while I sucked on the other one. Playing with my mother’s breasts made me unconsciously hard, and I recklessly lifted my mother’s light blue skirt up to her waist.

Seeing my mother like this, I couldn’t hold back any longer and inserted my penis into her beautiful, fleshy vagina. At this moment, the feeling of penetration was no longer important; what mattered was that I was inside my own mother’s wanton, beautiful vagina, a place that had filled me with endless fantasies. Now that I had actually penetrated her, I could only feel myself being enveloped in my mother’s slippery vagina. As I moved vigorously, my mother seemed to respond as well.

She hummed softly, her hands involuntarily gripping the cushions on the sofa. Perhaps it was because I lacked experience with penetration for the first time, or perhaps it was too stimulating with my lewd mother, but I only lasted less than 10 minutes before ejaculating deep into my mother’s vagina.

But I didn’t pull it out; I left it inside my mother’s vagina. I held her slender waist with both hands, letting her lie flat on the sofa with her head resting on the armrest. I lay on top of her, one hand playing with her breasts, while I took her other breast into my mouth and slowly savored it.

In no time, I got hard again inside my mother’s lustful, beautiful vagina. I grabbed her legs, still clad in black stockings with the crotch ripped open, and hoisted them onto my shoulders, thrusting my penis deep into her vagina. Because I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted much longer. I just know that I mechanically went back and forth for almost half an hour, and I started to feel like I was going to give up.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind: why not ejaculate my semen on my mother’s face like the male protagonist in the movie did on the female protagonist? Once I made up my mind, I increased the frequency and force of my thrusting.

A moment later, I felt my penis loosen, so I quickly pulled it out and brought it to my mother’s face. My semen sprayed all over her face, and large drops of thick semen dripped down her face and onto the collar of her white short-sleeved shirt.

After admiring my “performance” for a while, I took some tissues and wiped the semen off my mother’s face and her chestnut-red hair. I helped her put on her white lace bra and shirt, and put her light blue skirt down before going back to my room.

Before going back to my room, I pinched my mother’s vulva again, thinking to myself: Mom, I must possess your slutty, beautiful pussy forever. Although I tasted my mother’s private parts, it was a pity that her voice wasn’t echoing in my ears. I longed to hear my mother’s voice.

The next night, I used the same method to drug and rape my mother again. This time I didn’t leave. I stripped my mother naked and laid her down next to me. The next morning, my mother woke up and I raped her twice more. That day, I didn’t let her go. I fucked her eleven times in one go. My mother orgasmed more than twenty times. When I looked at my mother again, she was already red and swollen.

Mom had her eyes closed, seemingly enjoying everything before her. She must have also come to like this intoxicating feeling, as he often found himself unable to contain his desire and would embrace her, kissing her passionately. Mom’s lips were tightly pressed together, and she would half-heartedly resist, whispering, “Son, don’t do this. Your dad’s home. If he sees us, we’re finished.”

I said, “Mom, what are you worried about? We’ll do it quietly.” I kissed my mother’s lips while stroking her thigh with my hand. She was wearing a skirt, so it was easy to touch her private parts.

“Son, this is not allowed, it’s broad daylight.” Mom said, pulling away from my embrace and glancing towards the door, as if afraid Dad would suddenly burst into my bedroom.

“Mom, my little baby, don’t be afraid, come here.”

“No, son, this is too outrageous!”

“Mom,” I reached out and hugged her tightly.

“Son, it really won’t work, it really won’t work, please spare your mother!”

“But, Mom, I’m hard.”

“No, you can’t refuse. Just bear with it. It’s broad daylight. Even if your dad weren’t home, I couldn’t agree to it. Mom has never done that kind of thing in broad daylight before. I’m so embarrassed.”

“Mom, everything is about trying. No matter what, I’m going to do ‘that’ with you today, or I’ll tell Dad about what’s been going on between us.”

“No, son,” the mother said, her brow furrowing.

“Mom, don’t worry, I just want to be with you for a while. I miss your sultry smell.”

I kissed my mother’s lips again. At first, she clenched her teeth, but after a while, she opened them and passionately stuck out her little tongue. I sucked on my mother’s saliva in big gulps. My right hand wandered to my mother’s private parts and pinched her clitoris twice. My mother immediately squeezed her legs together and moved back a couple of times. I picked her up and placed her on the edge of the bed. I lifted her skirt. My mother probably realized that I was going to penetrate her and hurriedly pushed me away.

“Son, Mom’s about to get her period. Let me put a condom on you. If something happens, Mom won’t be able to live.” Mom put a condom on my penis. I pulled down her panties and thrust in. To avoid making too much noise, I rubbed against Mom’s clitoris, thrusting in and out gently.

After a few dozen thrusts, my mother’s vagina gushed forth. I noticed her eyes were tightly closed, and she was biting her lower lip. Seeing how shy and adorable she was, I couldn’t help but thrust a few more times. My mother, enjoying the pleasure, immediately let out a soft moan and opened her eyes to look at me. Her eyes seemed to be expectant, anticipating my advances. I felt encouraged and began to thrust rapidly.

My mother gently shook her head, showing excitement. About twenty minutes later, I ejaculated and sprayed semen into my mother’s uterus. My mother shuddered comfortably, pulled out a tissue to wipe herself, and wiped herself a couple of times as well.

“Mom, your little pussy is so passionate!”

“Ugh, you’re being smug after getting the benefit.” Mom glared at me, straightened her clothes, and turned to leave. I tidied up in the room by myself and then had a nice afternoon nap.

Part Three: My Mother’s Transformation

Every few days, I would call my mother into my room for an affair. A year later, when my mother came into my room again, she rarely wore underwear under her skirts, saying it was for convenience; otherwise, it would be too much trouble to wash dirty underwear. Such a lovely woman made me fall deeply in love. “Mom, be my girlfriend.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, I’m your mother, no way.” This was the answer my mother gave to this question for several years in a row.

That’s how people are; the more difficult something is to obtain, the more precious it seems, and the stronger the urge to conquer it becomes. That’s how I feel about my mother. Obtaining someone isn’t just about physical intimacy; the union of spirit and flesh is the ultimate goal.

My mother and I haven’t reached that level yet. After all, our love has only just begun. Before we started dating, my mother seemed like a virtuous wife. She was always very careful about what happened between us. I knew that this was related to a woman’s reputation for life. I had taken her by improper means. Now that she is dating me, what a huge change this is. I guess my mother must have fallen in love with this infatuated feeling.

Otherwise, why would she have taken the initiative to climb into my bed that night? When we had this kind of relationship, my mother took the initiative to get into my bed, took off her clothes, and baptized me. I think this is a scene that every man longs for.

That day, my mother was incredibly passionate, like a harlot, actively sucking on me and offering her lips to mine. All of this indicated that my mother was filled with lust today. In just a quarter of an hour, my mother’s semen began to gush out, and the tingling sensation made me feel intoxicated.

My mother’s emotional moans pierced my nerves. I believe very few young people could control their emotions in front of her. I used all my strength and effort. My mother was breathing heavily, her hands tightly gripping my shoulders, her buttocks thrusting upwards with force. Thud, thud, the sound echoed in the room.

Especially in situations like this, it’s crucial to maintain the mood. There are only two ways to keep a woman passionate: first, mood, and second, pleasure. Since Dad’s not home today, I figured I should just enjoy myself. Responding to Mom’s enthusiasm, I didn’t rush to undress her. Right now, I think women are even more arousing when they’re clothed—it’s wonderful!

Although I’ve been having an affair with my mom for several months, I’ve never really taken the time to properly appreciate her pussy. Today, since my mom is in such a high mood, I’ll take advantage of the situation and enjoy the view.

The dark pubic hair grew very neatly, above the entrance of my mother’s vagina. The charming pink little opening was more and more tempting the more I looked at it. I could smell the fragrance secreted by my mother’s vagina when I brought it to my nose. I didn’t rush to insert it. I just quietly looked at it for a while, controlling the burning desire in my heart.

I gently kissed my mother, and she responded by sticking out her tongue to entwine with mine. Today, my mother seemed very impatient, reaching out a hand to pinch my penis through my pants, and the soft moans coming from her throat were truly captivating.

“Son, why aren’t you in a hurry to touch my pussy today?” the mother asked anxiously.

“Hehe, Mom, you look so beautiful today, I want to eat you up piece by piece.” “Hurry up, or I won’t play with you anymore.” I know my mom’s personality; she means what she says.

“Heh, you little vixen.” I took off my clothes, and my mother stroked my erection, praising, “What a wonderful treasure!”

I gently rubbed my penis against my mother’s opening, then suddenly my buttocks sank, and I thrust it all the way in. My mother let out a long sigh, closed her eyes, and waited for the storm to come. My mother’s vagina was warm and felt incredibly comfortable. I grabbed my mother’s vagina and gently moved my lower body. My mother cooperated by swaying her body. After more than a hundred thrusts, I couldn’t resist and started moving hard.

My mother smiled seductively, and I was so captivated by her allure that I lost my mind. I hugged her and we made love from the bed to the floor, from the floor to the living room, and finally back to the bed. My mother was so comfortable that she lost control of her bladder, her legs trembled wildly, and she fainted.

I didn’t let her go, and continued to thrust slowly. I looked down at my mother’s vagina, and large amounts of white fluid gushed out. I thrust hard a few times, cursed under my breath, and started thrusting again. After about five minutes, my mother woke up.

“Son, you’re killing me, Mom feels so good.”

“Mom, I’ll continue if it feels good.”

As I thrust in and out, my mother swayed her hips forcefully, responding to my movements. She couldn’t help but moan, “Ah, I’m going to die, my good son, you’re killing me!”

About thirty minutes later, I felt a strong tingling sensation. I knew I was about to ejaculate. I pressed hard against my mother’s opening and rubbed against it. Suddenly, I ejaculated like a pillar. My mother let out a soft “ah,” and my own clitoris twitched. The warm vaginal fluid felt incredibly comfortable. After the storm, we were both exhausted. I didn’t pull out of my mother’s opening. We sweetly embraced and fell asleep.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve asked my mom out. This time, her outfit was stunning – a miniskirt with long boots, oh my god! I was completely captivated by her look that day. Her sudden change made me think that she was experiencing a rekindled romance.

In just over a year, my mother, after falling in love, became a completely different person. She started paying attention to her appearance, which was quite strange. It was truly a legendary story that a woman would change because of her son’s distorted love for her. My mother became sexy, but of course, this sexiness was limited to our secret rendezvous. In everyone else’s eyes, she was still the virtuous mother she always was.

My sexy mom looked even more feminine and alluring. To commemorate our third anniversary, we booked a room at the Kempinski Hotel. Knowing that I love how she looks in boots, she specially bought a new pair from Daphne boutique. Paired with light black stockings and a pencil skirt, she looked incredibly sexy. This was the first time my mom had ever looked so sexy.

In the three years we’ve been together, Mom looks younger and more energetic, and I love her like this. As soon as I entered the room, her warm breath searched my face, and finally, her moist lips touched mine. Like a drowning person grasping at a straw, Mom sucked on my lips forcefully, her moist, slender tongue, carrying a hint of mint, entwining with mine with practiced ease.

As our tongues explored each other passionately, my hand slipped under her pajamas, caressing my mother’s smooth buttocks. Even through her underwear, I could feel the firmness and softness of her flesh. My mother’s hand then grasped my erection between my legs, gently rubbing it. As my hand explored further along her buttocks, I discovered that her crotch was already soaked.

I picked my mother up and laid her flat on the bed. The moonlight outside was bright, so I went over and turned off the light. I quickly took off my clothes and lay down next to my mother, only to find that she had also taken off her pajamas sometime earlier. Although the room was dark, the bright moonlight shone in, and I could vaguely see my mother’s erect breasts. Her body was snow-white, perfectly upturned. I only rubbed them a few times, and her breasts became as large as grapes.

My mother, breathing heavily, pushed me down onto the bed, rolled over, straddled my stomach, bent over, held my head, pressed it towards hers, and put it in my mouth like she was breastfeeding a baby. I sucked and licked her already hardened nipple, and as I licked her breast, my little bottom kept wriggling on my belly.

As I licked both of them, my mother’s tongue slipped into my mouth again, like a greedy child, greedily licking every part of my mouth, even spilling sweet saliva into my mouth. Finally managing to break free from her tongue’s grasp, my mother softly moaned, “I want it,” as she rubbed her erect nipples against my chest, her hand reaching back to grasp my erect penis, rubbing it back and forth. I guided my already hard penis with my hand, parted my mother’s labia, and thrust inside.

“Ah, it’s so big!” Mom groaned involuntarily. The moment I entered that narrow passage, I also felt the softness and narrowness of the female cavity, and the flesh of Mom’s buttocks and thighs tightened.

After several thrusts into her tight little hole, I finally pushed hard and my head hit my mother’s clitoris. My mother’s body trembled, and her voice became hoarse from excessive excitement.

Each friction inside made a “plop, plop” sound, and I could hear my mother’s breathing become rapid, knowing that she was experiencing pleasure. Indeed, my mother’s movements also changed from slow to fast, and the range of motion became larger. Each time, she completely swallowed my penis into her vagina, and the overflowing nectar flowed down my scrotum and thighs.

“Mmm, so good,” Mom moaned excitedly, pressing down on my lips to kiss me.

“Okay, I want it,” Mom said, arching her upper body backward and convulsing. At the same time, the muscles clamping around me contracted violently, writhing as if trying to suck me in deeper.

I pressed my advantage, taking advantage of my mother’s high spirits, and began my formal assault for the night. I lifted her two pink legs and began thrusting down on her, about two hundred times in a flash. My mother gripped my arms with both hands, constantly moaning and groaning, her calves trembling. With each frenzied thrust, my mother’s eyes were filled with lust as she began to moan. Suddenly, I stopped thrusting rapidly. My mother opened her eyes, her surprised expression showing extreme displeasure. “What happened?”

“Good son, why did you stop? Don’t stop, hurry up, Mommy hasn’t had enough yet!” Seeing his mother so aroused, how could he bear to stop? With a series of rapid thrusts, his mother’s pussy overflowed with honey-like juices, like a breached dam.

Part Four: Second Time Booking a Hotel Room

Just a few days later, it happened to be Mother’s Day, so I secretly booked a room at the Kempinski Hotel again. I arrived at the hotel room early, changed my clothes, and quietly waited for my mother to arrive.

The moment the doorbell rang, my desire seemed to undergo a chemical reaction. With a quick “Happy Mother’s Day!” I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, placed her on the bed, removed her panties, and spread her long, slender legs. Under my gaze, my mother’s pretty face flushed, and nectar slowly trickled from her tender red lips.

“Oh son, stop looking! You’re embarrassing me!” My mother tried to close her legs, but with my support, they spread even wider. Looking at my mother’s youthful vulva, the beautiful sight captivated me. As my head approached her pubic hair and mons pubis, I smelled an alluring scent.

“Son, stop smelling it. She hasn’t showered today, and that area is very dirty,” the mother groaned.

The scent excited me even more. I brought my mouth close to her clitoris, stuck out my tongue, and gently licked the swollen clitoris before taking the two red labia into my mouth. My mother’s buttocks throbbed, her breathing became rapid, and she unconsciously made “ah ah” sounds. My tongue lightly licked her mouth, gradually moving deeper inside.

The deeper I went, the hotter and smoother my mother’s vagina became, with fresh nectar constantly overflowing and flowing into my mouth. Perhaps because she hadn’t showered all day, the scent of her genitals was particularly strong. I slowly savored her genitals, my tongue gently swirling inside.

“Ah, so good, stop licking!” Another thick stream of vaginal fluid gushed into my mouth.

“Did I do a good job?” I looked up and asked.

“This is wonderful! I’ve never felt so comfortable,” Mom replied.

“Did Daddy lick you here?” I asked. Mom’s face turned even redder, perhaps my question made her shy and excited. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, and another thick stream of vaginal fluid gushed out from her vagina and flowed towards her pink anus.

“I licked it,” Mom replied softly.

Gazing at my mother’s full, mature buttocks, I noticed her small, delicate, pink anus that opened and closed rhythmically. I gently pulled open the anus, which resembled a wild chrysanthemum, revealing the inner membrane. As my nose drew near, I smelled a faint scent of sweat. The membrane glistened with my mother’s own vaginal fluids. When my tongue touched the inner membrane, my mother’s entire body began to tremble violently, reaching her first climax.

“Put it in quickly,” the mother whispered, her beautiful little body and anus looking like they were covered in too much mucus.

I guided the thick, hard penis into her tender, red vulva. I thrust in and out continuously. My mother’s snow-white legs were wrapped around my waist, swaying from side to side. As I penetrated, her two swollen, plump labia constantly stimulated my root. Each time I withdrew, a little bit came out with her. I felt surrounded by warm, moist flesh, and the contracting, juicy walls of her vagina brought me endless pleasure.

I suckled a few more times on my mother’s breast, then looked up and asked, “Mom, is mine bigger, or Dad’s?”

My mother blushed, and shyly punched me in the chest with her small fist, saying, “You’re going to die, asking me such an embarrassing question!”

Seeing my mother’s shy expression, my erection grew even stronger. “You won’t tell, will you?” I said, pulling out and then thrusting in hard again, each time like a shot, hitting my mother’s deepest flower core, making her body tremble and unable to speak, only able to make incoherent “ah ah” sounds. After a few thrusts, I stopped and looked at her with a smile.

With a blush on her cheeks and her eyes full of satisfaction, Mom said, “Oh, you’re so naughty! You’ve made me unable to move.”

I laughed and said, “Who told you not to talk? If you don’t talk, I’ll do it a few more times.” As I said this, I pretended to insert it, but my mother quickly begged for mercy and said, “No… Can’t other people talk? You, you, you are a size bigger.” As she said this, she covered her red face with her hands, and a little bit of meat juice flowed out of her little hole.

I started to gently thrust in and out again, doing it forty or fifty times in a row. By this time, my mother was covered in fine sweat, her cheeks were flushed, one of her legs was on my shoulder, and her other snow-white thigh was also raised high, wrapped around my waist, swaying back and forth with my thrusts.

“Ah, ouch, um,” I paused for a moment and then started thrusting again, pulling it to the opening each time before shoving it in. My scrotum slapped against my mother’s plump buttocks with a “slap, slap” sound.

At this moment, the mother could no longer contain her excitement. A strong wave of pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her to moan incessantly, her voice growing louder and her breathing heavier, occasionally letting out uncontrollable cries.

“Ah, yes, right there.” Each groan was accompanied by a long exhale, and the flesh on his face tightened, as if in pain, or perhaps in pleasure.

I could only feel my mother’s contractions. Every time it went deep, it felt like a little mouth was about to suck it in. As it was pulled out, streams of fluid flowed down her buttocks and onto the bed, soaking a large area. My mother’s full breasts undulated like waves on her chest.

The next morning, Mom woke up as I stroked her and couldn’t help but snuggle into my arms again. I gently touched Mom’s big buttocks, which were still smooth. When my fingers entered the cleft, I found that it was still a wet expanse. I held my fingers up in front of Mom and waved them. Mom’s pretty face turned red again, and she said coquettishly, “It’s all because you’re so naughty. You got me all covered in this. You have to clean me up.”

I picked up my mother and carried her into the bath. I lay in the tub, enjoying the comfort of the warm water. My mother stood up and looked down. Just as I was wondering what she was going to do, a stream of water suddenly gushed out from between her legs, hitting my chest and lower abdomen. It was warm and washed away the foam on my body. It turned out she had urinated on me.

While urinating, Mom moved her body, deliberately letting the urine fall on my erection, then moving it back and forth across my abdomen and chest until the force of the urine weakened. Only then did she squat down, straddle my face, and press her vulva against my lips.

I couldn’t help but open my mouth and stick out my tongue to lick the urine-smelling droplets. I couldn’t resist putting the urine I licked into my mouth and swallowing it. My mother’s breathing gradually became rapid, and her big buttocks kept twisting against my face. I also felt that the urine smell between my mother’s legs gradually disappeared, and a faint sour smell unique to honey appeared. I couldn’t help but press her down on me again and send the hardest part of my body into the softest part of her body.

Since we stayed up all night, we decided to spend the next day swimming in the hotel pool and enjoy a refreshing swim. This was the result of a lot of persuasion I put into convincing my mother; initially, she was completely against it, saying that wearing such clothes in broad daylight…

I’m so sorry, it took so much effort for Mom to finally agree, but she absolutely refused to wear a bikini. So, as a complete novice, I had to change her into a one-piece swimsuit. It was the first time I’d seen her in a swimsuit, and she looked absolutely stunning!

After a good rest in the afternoon, I was full of energy. In the evening, I indulged myself at a bar. My mother looked a bit like a woman of the night. After a few days of getting used to the place, my mother was obviously no longer worried about meeting any acquaintances in this unfamiliar city. With her worries gone, my mother had a bit of the air of a woman of the night.

Before it got dark, we were chatting at a bar table in front of the bar. My mother, wearing a red sleeveless dress, looked incredibly charming. Looking at my mother’s elegant demeanor, a scene from a few days ago suddenly flashed into my mind.

A few nights ago, after my parents finished showering and went into the bedroom, even though there was a door between us, I could still hear them kissing. Soon after, I heard my mother moaning, “Mmm… ah… ah,” and the wet, rubbing sounds between them, “squeak, squeak,” making a continuous “squeak” sound.

A little while later, I heard my dad say in a low voice, “Can’t take it anymore, huh? I’ll fuck you to death.”

The mother’s groans had turned into short, soft cries of “Ahhhhh, ouch!”

Soon, the two of them simultaneously cried out “Ah ah” a few times, and then fell silent.

A little while later, I heard Dad whisper to Mom, “Yours seems bigger than before.”

The mother replied softly, “How would I know it’s you who’s shrunk?”

Thinking about this, I couldn’t help but smile secretly. Only my mother and I knew the answer: it was because of my ambassador, my mother had become more lenient. Actually, sometimes I wonder what made my mother so willing to succumb to this. Was it passion, or did my actions give her the pleasure she dreamed of? Whatever the reason, whatever the cause, now my mother is my secret lover.

No one knows how long this relationship will last.

On the third day of our trip to Changsongling, my mother and I were exhausted. “Sigh, even playing is tiring,” I thought to myself. “Maybe it’s because we’ve been having too much sex, making us weak.” So, my mother and I started lamenting that we hadn’t had any intimate moments for several days.

After spending three days at Changsongling, we headed towards the Jiangsu and Zhejiang area. Since we had to transfer trains, my mother and I took advantage of the break to take a taxi to Qianmen Square for a stroll. It is said that the square is always crowded, even on rainy days, with couples strolling around under umbrellas.

After a bumpy train journey of more than ten hours, my mother and I finally arrived at our destination, West Lake in Zhejiang. Exhausted from the long journey, we had no heart to appreciate the beautiful scenery of West Lake as soon as we got off the train; all we wanted to do was get a good night’s sleep.

When I woke up, it was already past 10 p.m. I ate something at the restaurant, then went back to my room to shower and watched TV. There was a modern drama on TV, and the actress playing Yu Na was incredibly beautiful. I wished she were my girlfriend.

I held my mother in my arms as we watched, and I noticed that she had become even more voluptuous over the years. I slipped my hand between her legs, inside her pantyhose, and touched her soft, moist vulva. My fingers caressed her delicate flesh, and her whole body went limp, her tongue moving in and out of my mouth.

“Look, it’s so hard.” I pulled my mother’s hand down to my lower body.

My mother’s small hands caressed my hard penis, then she suddenly bent down and took it into her mouth, rubbing it back and forth with her lips and licking it with her tongue. Having not ejaculated for days, it was painfully swollen, and the attack from my mother’s mouth made it even harder and thicker.

“Ah, no, no, lick it, I’m about to cum!” The intense stimulation made me groan involuntarily. Pleasure coursed through my entire body, and the tightness of her mouth made me want to ejaculate.

Reluctantly, Mom spat me out, the saliva on her tongue mixing with the saliva on her back, forming a long, sticky line. I had Mom hold onto the dining table with both hands, her round, pert bottom sticking up high, and I stood behind her, lifting up her skirt.

The stockings Mom was wearing had lace trim at the hem, which looked even more sexy and alluring against her fair skin. She wore white silk panties, with a few long pubic hairs peeking out from the sides. The center of the panties was already wet.

I pulled down my mother’s panties, played with her round, white buttocks for a while, and then, holding my thick penis with one hand, I pushed it into her already open vulva. “Ah!” my mother cried out softly.

I didn’t say anything and started thrusting repeatedly. Gradually, I heard “splashing” sounds from my mother’s lower body and the “slapping” sounds of my body hitting my mother’s buttocks.

My mother’s breathing became heavier and heavier, her lips slightly parted. I felt her vagina contract tightly a few times, pressing against me. I quickly thrust a few more times, shivered a few times, and lay still on my mother’s back.

After a while, with a “plop,” I pulled out the wet, milky-white semen that flowed out from my mother’s slightly swollen vulva, trickling down her fair thighs and wetting her white stockings.

It took Mom a while to come to her senses. She wiped the semen off her lower body and legs, straightened her clothes, and said coquettishly, “You little pervert, instead of watching TV properly, you’re always thinking about how to torment me.”

“Mom, haven’t I been able to fuck you for a few days? My little brother’s been so hard these past few days, and I just want to fuck you whenever I see you. I can’t help it, Mom’s so tempting.”

“You’re such a smooth talker, my good son. After you finish watching TV, Mom will let you have some fun,” Mom said with a flirtatious look.

Part Five: Changing Lovers

As soon as we returned to our hometown, Mom immediately reverted to her former virtuous and loving homemaker self. Thinking about this change, I felt truly gratified for all that Mom had done for me. Mom’s love is the greatest and most all-encompassing love. The day before the wedding, Mom changed back to her former demure attire and invited me for a walk in the park, as we often did. Our five-year relationship came to an end, and she became my lover behind the scenes.

That evening, my mother took the initiative to respond and danced enthusiastically. When everything quieted down, I noticed that my mother’s face was full of tears. I knew that she was sad and reluctant to give up the five years of relationship.

For more than seven months after the wedding, my mother and I did not meet secretly. Every time I saw her, I had an urge to be intimate with her, but my mother would always push me away: “Son, you are a married man now, you can’t do this anymore.” My mother gave me the same answer many times in a row.

On Mother’s Day in 2008, when my mother rejected me again for the same reason, I pounced on her, tore her clothes, and kissed her lips passionately. I held her tightly, not giving her a chance to breathe. My mother’s passion was rekindled, and one of her small hands reached into my crotch, holding on tightly.

As dawn broke and the morning light streamed through the window, I embraced my mother on the big bed. Again and again, three times in a row, she was drenched in sweat and panting. When everything calmed down…

My mother said to me, “You are so filial,” which is undoubtedly the most beautiful and best praise to me.

“Son, now that you’re married, I wanted to end our past affair, but I can’t let go. Lately, I’ve been struggling internally and my mind is in turmoil. I’ve already betrayed my husband.”

“Mom, stop talking. I want you. Our love is pure and beautiful. I love you, and I want you to experience the most direct love, both in your mind and in your actions. I’ve always been fascinated by everything about you. Even though I’m married now, I still long for our love to grow stronger with time.”

My mother’s tears had soaked the pillowcase. I picked her up, kissed away her tears, and led her to the bathroom. After a lovely swim together, my mother called out to me, “Son, my little husband!” This affectionate address filled me with immense excitement. I picked her up again, and this time…

The mother was so moved that she shed tears again. “Son, there’s something I’ve never told you, but now I want you to know.”

“What is it, Mom? Tell me.”

“Son, actually, I was once pregnant with your child,” the mother’s tears flowed again. “But I…”

“Mom, I understand everything, you don’t need to say anything.” I hugged my mother tightly, my hand caressing her lower abdomen, and kissed her passionately.

The pent-up desire finally erupted. My mother writhed her hips in perfect unison, moaning and groaning. My eyes were only focused on bringing her pleasure. Before I knew it, she had ejaculated three times. After I thrust into her hundreds more times, she became so excited that she lost control of her bladder, her legs trembled violently, and she fainted.

Taking this opportunity, I secretly used tools to shave off my mother’s pubic hair. I just wanted to give her vagina a new look. After I finished, I couldn’t help but lick my mother’s smooth genitals for a while. When my mother woke up and found out about this, she kept saying that it looked terrible.

“Mom, I don’t know how beautiful it looks like this, it’s so sexy. Anyway, it will grow back, so don’t be nervous. I just want to know what Mom’s pussy looks like without hair.”

“How does it look? Are you satisfied now?” Mom said, closing her legs to prevent me from seeing.

“Mom, please don’t say that! It’s really beautiful, really, I love it!”

“Well, if you like it, that’s fine. Hehe, you little pervert, Mommy will die at your hands sooner or later.”

Amidst laughter and playfulness, I parted her legs again, and with my hands, we began to make love once more, until everything was in chaos and she was drenched in sweat. Today, my mother’s tinder had finally been completely ignited.