Chapter 8 Virgin Lover

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The morning sun had already illuminated the pristine white curtains. Beside them, a woman in her thirties lay with her legs wide open, semen still trickling from her genitals. A boy, only seventeen or eighteen, lay on top of her. The two were motionless, like the dead, or perhaps paralyzed from exhaustion and unconscious. Why were two people of such different ages lying together in one bed? Hehe, the story begins…

My father passed away before I was born. I now live with my mother, who is a doctor, and we are very happy together. Our house has four bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, a toilet, and a kitchen.

As I get older, I often feel an unbearable heat, and I often get spontaneous erections. My mother is 38 years old, but she still has a lot of charm. She has a classic oval face, curved eyebrows, a straight nose, rosy lips, and high, full breasts. When she walks, her shapely buttocks are also perky and round. She is so beautiful that traffic accidents often happen around her. She often bumps into telephone poles, or she often hits pedestrians or kisses oncoming cars while driving because she doesn’t look ahead.

My mother doesn’t hold back much in front of me. She often runs around in her pajamas, laughing and joking with me. Seeing my radiant mother like this only fuels my desire, but I also feel a secret fear. I know that as we grow older, we will eventually have to separate, but I really don’t want to be apart from my mother.

Sometimes, I would look at my mother longingly and ask her, “Mom, can we live together forever and never be separated?”

My mother laughed and gently pinched my cheek, saying, “Silly child, when you grow up you’ll get married and won’t remember your mother anymore.”

My face flushed red with embarrassment, and I protested, “I don’t want a wife, I just want to live with my mother forever.”

My mother hugged me tightly and laughed, “Silly child, how can a man not want a wife? I want to be with you forever, but I can’t be your wife.”

I was very confused. Why couldn’t my mother be my wife? Days passed, and I grew up, finally understanding why she couldn’t be my wife. But the desire burning within me only intensified. My beautiful mother had always been the object of my sexual fantasies. My first time was a fantasy of ejaculating while embracing her snow-white, plump buttocks from behind.

One night, late at night, I got out of bed to use the restroom and passed by the study. I noticed a soft light emanating from the half-open door, along with a faint humming sound. I thought my mother must be sick, so I casually asked her in a low voice.

Perhaps the sound was too soft, for there was no response from inside. So I gently pushed open the door to check. Just as I thought my mother had fallen asleep from exhaustion due to illness, what came into view was a scene of erotica that stirred the heart and made the blood boil.

“Oh my!” I could hardly believe what I was seeing.

I never imagined that my usually serious, polite, elegant and dignified mother would be lying naked on her desk like this. Her purple work suit, bra, and panties had all fallen off onto the carpet. Her delicate hands were kneading her full, plump breasts, the cleavage of her breasts bulging out between her fingers, looking exceptionally smooth and tempting under the soft light, making one want to take a bite. Her other hand was gently stroking her swollen nipples.

Although the light and distance prevented a full view of the vulva, it was still easy to guess that the middle finger that the mother was pressing down on was the sexy “little red bean” clitoris.

Her two long, slender, pink legs were spread wide, her slightly pink hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, her alluring eyes were tightly closed, and she uttered seductive, lewd sounds: “Ah, it itches so much, hum, I want it, I want it!”

Her flawless, soft body, with its exquisite and voluptuous curves, swayed and trembled. Her snow-white, mature buttocks danced wildly toward the door, completely exposed before my eyes.

This scene captivated me, a young man full of vigor, leaving me mesmerized and speechless. Although my conscience rebuked me for my indecent act of spying on my mother, I couldn’t bear to look away. Even though the person before me was my own mother, such exquisite beauty and wanton allure were impossible for anyone to resist.

Just then, Mom suddenly let out a high-pitched moan: “Oh no, it’s gone!”

I saw Mom arch her back, her whole body convulsed, and a large, slightly milky white liquid flowed out between her two plump buttocks, flowing out like a river bursting its banks, running down the desk and onto the carpet, wetting a large area of ​​the carpet. The plump bulge between her buttocks, which was being covered by her small hands, was thrusting forward with all her might.

This lewd scene made even my manhood throb with unprecedented, unbearable, explosive heat. Facing this beautiful, mature woman lying before me, was none other than my beloved mother, to whom I had long harbored “wicked thoughts.” If not for my remaining moral compass and reverence for her, I believe I would have already lost control and stormed into the room to commit that unforgivable beastly act.

I quickly withdrew, the scene of that passionate and arousing erotic play was deeply imprinted in my mind, and I began to form my own ideas.

One night, I finally mustered up the courage to ask her to sleep together. At first, she refused, but after I coaxed her a little, she ignored me. After Mom fell asleep, I put my feet on her body, just like when I was a child. The difference was that when I was a child, it was for comfort, and now it was also for comfort, but this time it was for my little brother’s comfort. I gently shook Mom twice, but she didn’t move, only making deep breathing sounds.

I placed my left foot on top of my mother’s right foot, and my penis against her left thigh. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and gently rocked and rubbed myself. It felt much better than using my hands. In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated. It felt so good. I fell asleep with my body still on top of my mother.

The next day, I looked at my shorts a little guiltily, afraid that my mother would find out, but there was nothing unusual. It was hot and the fan had dried them long ago.

For the next few nights, I would take advantage of my mother’s sleep and lie on top of her to relieve myself. My mother didn’t know. Since I was no longer around, I slept very soundly after relieving myself on my mother’s legs every night. My mother had some complaints about lying on top of me every morning when she woke up, but if I coaxed her a little, she would stop caring about me.

One night, I was on top of my mother again, my little brother rubbing against her thighs, my hand holding her breast, gently stroking it. My mother’s penis slowly hardened, and her breathing became rapid, but she still didn’t wake up. After a long while, I felt a sharp pain in my spine, my little brother shuddered violently, and I ejaculated.

But I still felt unsatisfied, so I pressed myself against my mother again. However, my crotch was soaking wet, which was incredibly uncomfortable. I got up, took off my shorts, threw them on the bedside table, and, with my bare bottom exposed, wanted to press myself against my mother again. But suddenly, my mother bent her left leg. I was startled, thinking that my mother had woken up, but she was still breathing soundly as if she were asleep.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that my shorts had been thrown near my mother’s feet, and the wet crotch was pressed against her feet. She felt uncomfortable and had bent her knees. But now I couldn’t continue pressing down on her. I wanted to put her feet down, but I didn’t dare to do so too hard for fear of waking her. I couldn’t put them down, and I was sweating profusely, staring at my mother’s knees, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, I looked at the back of my mother’s knee and had an idea. I put my penis in my mother’s knee joint, held her calf with my left hand and her thigh with my right hand, and gently lifted her leg up. Then I pressed it inwards slightly, squeezing my penis between my legs, and then gently lifted her up again.

It felt so good to have my little brother tightly gripped by her beautiful legs. I thought to myself, this really couldn’t be better than this. It felt so much better than releasing my pent-up desire on my mother’s thighs. Watching the flesh of my mother’s beautiful legs flip and push against each other as I went in and out was so stimulating.

After about a hundred thrusts, I couldn’t hold back and ejaculated. A rapid stream of milky white semen sprayed out, a small portion landing on the sheets, and the majority landing on my mother’s other snow-white leg.

I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me, and I gently released my mother’s legs. Perhaps because I had bent her legs for too long, she straightened them as soon as I let go. I lay down on her without even putting on my shorts and fell asleep as usual.

When I woke up the next day, I found myself wearing shorts, but not the same ones as the night before. My mother gave me a slightly strange look. My mother is always the first one up in our family every day; she makes breakfast before waking me up.

I was stunned. “Mom must have found out.”

It would be strange if I didn’t notice. When I woke up in the morning, there was a big yellow stuff on my legs and the sheets, and I was on top of her with my bare bottom on me.

After breakfast, my mother sighed and said to me, “Child, you need to focus on your studies and not think about other things. Your task now is to study hard.”

I lowered my head and gave a soft reply. Mom seemed about to say something, but didn’t. I quickly finished my breakfast and practically fled to school. I didn’t dare think about anything today.

For several days, I didn’t dare to sleep on my mother’s back, let alone touch her legs. But after a week, I couldn’t take it anymore; holding it in for a week was really unbearable.

That night, I guessed that my mother was asleep. I gently touched her, but she didn’t respond. I couldn’t wait any longer and pressed myself against her, rubbing my little brother against her.

Now I dare not use my mother’s legs to penetrate her like last time. After I ejaculated three times, my entire crotch was soaked. After I finished, I fell asleep immediately. Now I dare not sleep on top of my mother again.

I had just fallen asleep when I suddenly felt someone pulling down my pants. I groggily opened my eyes and saw it was my mother. I was instantly terrified; my pants were now covered in semen!

I stammered, “Mom.”

Mom snorted, tossed a clean pair of underwear onto my bare penis, and muttered, “Put it on yourself, aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?” Then she took my wet, semen-stained underwear to the bathroom. So Mom wasn’t asleep after all.

The next morning, I secretly glanced at my mother. She seemed the same as usual, so it meant she wasn’t angry with me. That meant I could still…

So tonight, I couldn’t wait to press myself against my mother again, this time without even checking if she was asleep. I had thought about it during the day; I’m the most beloved son in the family, my studies make my mother happy, and my performance at school makes her proud in front of relatives and friends. Even if my mother didn’t like it, she wouldn’t blame me too much.

If it’s my fault, I gave Mom a good scolding for spraying it on her beautiful legs last time. Sure enough, when I pressed down on Mom’s legs, she moved slightly, but then let me have my way.

I pressed my little brother tightly against my mother’s thigh, nestled my head near her ear, inhaling her scent, and wrapped my left arm around her waist, moving rhythmically. Slowly, my hand moved up her waist, eventually reaching her breasts. My mother tensed up immediately, and with a “smack,” she slapped my hand away.

I touched her again, and she slapped me again, so I had no choice but to obediently hug my mother’s waist and move my arms back and forth on her plump thighs. My mother closed her eyes and let me do whatever I wanted without moving. Every night, my mother would let me hug her and use her beautiful legs to release my pent-up desires. Afterwards, my mother would get out of bed to get me a clean pair of underwear to change into, and take the dirty ones to soak and wash the next day. I had to wear two pairs of underwear every day, which was really annoying.

Finally, after I fell asleep one night, I hugged my mother again, wanting to come over, but she wouldn’t let me. She whispered, “No more tonight, you’ll get wet and won’t have any pants to change into.”

I panicked and hugged my mother, whispering, “Mom, but I feel unwell, let me do it.”

My mom refused to give it to me and even pushed me away. I had no choice but to go to sleep, but I’m used to releasing my pent-up energy before going to sleep every night. How could I fall asleep like this? I tossed and turned, and my little brother almost burst my underwear.

Seeing me like this, Mom thought I couldn’t sleep without venting, so she said, “How about Mommy helps you with my hand?” Mom’s voice trembled, and her expectant and shy eyes were tempting.

In the bedroom, Mom turned on the bedside lamp, dimmed the light, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking lost. I stood in front of Mom and gently pulled down my underwear, feeling so shy and soft. I’d come this far; I couldn’t hesitate any longer.

I mustered up my courage and took my mother’s hand in mine.

Mom turned her head to one side, her slender fingers circling and fiddling with the nails. Her nails were neatly trimmed, and all the calluses on her fingers had been removed, leaving them glistening and translucent.

Her warm, jade-like hand grasped mine, her fair fingers gently gliding over it. A sensation like an electric current coursed through my body, and I quickly became erect. My mother, surprised by my size, turned her head, her face full of doubt.

One little hand could only grasp half of it. After a slight hesitation, the other little hand joined the fray. The two hands alternated in manipulating it, and soon my veins bulged as it throbbed in my mother’s warm little hands.

“Sweetie, is that right?”

“Oh, Mom, you’re doing great!” Strangely enough, at that moment I felt more of a satisfied excitement. Mom’s strokes became more and more intense, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, but I didn’t ejaculate for a long time. “Mom, I want to do it on your feet.”

“So many tricks up my sleeve,” Mom glanced at me shyly, her expression a little strange, but she still leaned back on the bed.

I grasped my mother’s fair, delicate feet and pulled them in front of me, rubbing them against her smooth instep, making circles of sticky fluid. Such beautiful, tender little feet! No wonder the ancients called women’s feet “golden lotuses.” The skin was thin, white, and delicate, with the blue veins faintly visible beneath.

I held my mother’s soft soles together and made movements. The lines of her soles rubbed against her foreskin, and the pleasure intensified in waves. My mother was ticklish and gently giggled as she pulled her legs back, but I stubbornly grabbed her ankles and pulled them back.

My feet darted and darted between each delicate toe, and my mother’s shoulders shook with laughter. I really wanted to put her toes in my mouth and suck on them, but I didn’t dare. After playing with my mother’s beautiful feet to my heart’s content, mine felt like it was about to burst.

I took a step forward, knelt on the bed with one knee, and placed my hand on my mother’s cheek. My mother knew I was about to ejaculate, so she quickly grabbed some paper and soaked it with my thick semen.

In one night, I lustfully touched my mother’s slender hands, jade feet, and beautiful legs. This was just the beginning; I wanted to slowly devour my mother bit by bit until I possessed her entire body.

As the saying goes, once you’ve tasted the marrow, you’ll crave more. A few days later, I was no longer satisfied with just bending my mother’s legs and using them for penetration. After I made various excuses and insisted, my mother helped me masturbate and dressed me in very sexy clothes, exposing her arms and beautiful legs to my gaze. We had developed a subtle understanding; a glance or a gesture would send us into the bedroom. My mother no longer avoided me; sometimes she would stare at me intently, even forgetting to masturbate.

I wasn’t satisfied with just my mother using her hands; ravaging her beautiful little mouth became my next target. I thought of a plan, and today my mother had her hair piled up high like a ballerina, as if it had been prepared especially for me.

It was still early after dinner, and Mom hadn’t changed out of her pajamas yet. She was wearing a sundress, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white back. On her feet were a pair of delicate sandals. Mom knew I liked her beautiful feet, so she took special care of them, painting her toenails with rose-colored nail polish, making them exceptionally sexy. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I gave Mom a hint and stood in front of her, unbuckling my belt.

“Hmph, so hasty,” Mom said shyly, glancing at me while her two small hands clasped together. Her soft fingers, already well-versed in the art, moved slowly up and down, the pressure gentle and tender.

“Mama,” I forced myself to suppress the urge.

“Mom, I need to pee.”

“Go away, go away,” Mom said, knowing I wanted to enjoy the caress of her fingers a little longer. She made up an excuse but didn’t say anything.

I rushed into the bathroom and masturbated, fantasizing about raping my mother in various lewd positions. I was already aroused by her and ejaculated quickly. I carefully washed away the remaining fluid and returned to my mother’s side.

“You’ve been gone for so long?” Mom was a little suspicious.

“I felt so bloated, I couldn’t pee for ages,” I lied, and my mom burst out laughing.

“Let’s go to Mommy’s bedroom,” I said, a surge of excitement welling up inside me as I looked at my mother’s lips.

“Hmm, it’s so hard to get it out today,” Mom said after fiddling with it for a while. She did get an erection, but how could she ejaculate so quickly? After a few more times, Mom wasn’t as shy as the first time. She leaned closer to take a closer look.

“I don’t know why, maybe I’ve gotten used to my mom’s fingers,” I tried to find a reasonable explanation.

“If it really doesn’t work, let’s do it tomorrow,” Mom said, sounding a bit like giving up.

“That won’t do, I feel terrible like this.” As we got closer to our goal, I could clearly hear my heart pounding.

“Mom, please use your mouth to help me get it out.”

“The little rascal isn’t coming,” Mom’s shy expression returned.

The last few times, I deliberately rubbed my lips against the corner of my mother’s mouth, as if I wanted to crawl into it. How could my mother not know what I was thinking? She knew I would have this kind of inappropriate idea sooner or later. Today, it finally came, but she was a little flustered.

“Mom, I can touch your hands and feet, why can’t I touch your mouth? Please, Mom!” I pleaded, cupping my mother’s face in my hands. I tilted her head back, her lips just inches away from mine.

“Okay, but this is the first time I’ve done this for someone, you…” Mom’s throat bobbed, and she said softly with her eyes closed, her expression incredibly cute.

“Then Mom, be careful to open your little mouth.” Hearing that this was Mom’s first time, I excitedly cupped Mom’s burning face and squeezed my big penis into Mom’s little mouth. Mom’s mouth was stretched wide open, her face temperature rose sharply, and even her neck turned red.

I held my mother’s head, gently thrusting my hips, pumping into her mouth. My mother probably felt somewhat humiliated; she turned her head slightly, but I held it firmly.

“Mommy, lick me with your tongue.” Mommy opened her mouth as wide as she could and took a piece of the tongue in, licking it diligently in the limited space of her mouth. The licking made her feel numb and itchy, which was very comfortable.

After licking for a while, Mom tried her best not to let her teeth touch it, and swallowed some more into the depths of her mouth. Her delicate and moist lips began to actively tease the foreskin.

“Oh, Mommy, it feels so good to suck on me.”

My mother’s allure was truly astonishing. Less than 20 minutes after I ejaculated, I was already losing control again. Although it was my mother’s first time with a man, her skillful tongue licked, sucked, scraped, and stirred, displaying a natural and masterful mastery of all techniques.

She was swallowing and spitting with all her might, while a warm little hand occasionally stroked the part exposed outside her mouth. Although I felt sorry for my mother and was afraid of hurting her throat, I couldn’t help but grab her hair and intensify my hip thrusts under the intense stimulation of her vigorous swallowing and spitting.

“Mmm,” Mom’s little mouth was stretched wide open, with no gap at all, and she made a muffled sound in her throat, clearly dissatisfied with me pushing it deep into her mouth. Seeing the frightened look in Mom’s eyes, I pulled it out a little and quickly pushed it into Mom’s warm little mouth.

Knowing I was at the crucial moment, Mom closed her eyes tightly, grabbed my arm, and dug her nails deep into my flesh. She actually used her mouth to help her son ejaculate, a few tears seeping from the corners of her eyes. This was the most exhilarating ejaculation I’d ever had; it shot out powerfully the moment it left my mouth, leaving the fruit of our collaboration on Mom’s nose, lips, and eyelids.

“Mommy’s mouth is almost split open by you! Let me tell you, don’t even think about a next time.” Next time, next time might be somewhere else. Mommy gasped for breath, her mouth agape. There was still a little semen left in her mouth, but she was already used to the taste of my semen, so she curled her tongue and swallowed it.

One month later

“Mom, I want to penetrate you.”

“delusion”

“That back door”

“If you push your luck any further, you won’t be allowed to touch Mommy’s body anywhere.”

I knelt on my mother’s bare upper body, grasping her two milky-white breasts, their fullness squeezed and deformed, my penis sandwiched between them. I thrust left and right between them.

My little mouth had already been violated by me, so it was easy for her to be penetrated. Once, I cried out that I wanted to suckle my mother’s nipple, which aroused my mother’s maternal instincts. She reluctantly let me take off her pajamas, and when her small nipples became hard and erect from my licking, and her areolas enlarged, I coaxed and tricked her into inserting my nipple into her deep cleavage.

Every night, I would sleep peacefully in bed with my mother, and I would even force her to hold my hand. Gradually, my mother got used to it and even enjoyed holding my hand while sleeping.

Of course, I wouldn’t sleep peacefully. First, I didn’t have to wear my mother’s pajamas anymore; then, I could touch and kiss my mother’s round, flat belly and long, fair legs; later, my mother was willing to kiss me first. Whenever my fingers touched her sensitive areas, my mother’s soft tongue would wrap around my tongue and suck.

However, all of this was done in the dark. My mother absolutely forbade me to turn on the light to look at her, and I was not allowed to even touch her panties. My mother was afraid that my body wouldn’t be able to handle me ejaculating every day, so she made an agreement with me to “do it” two or three times a week.

In fact, my boundless energy was no problem at all. Except for the “scheduled” days, I stubbornly demanded to enter my mother’s body on the other days. I tried everything—pleading, whining—and several times I felt that my mother was about to give in. Unfortunately, in the end, willpower triumphed over evil thoughts.

I didn’t know whether to admire my mother’s self-control or examine my own teasing skills. No matter how much I stroked her inner thighs and licked her nipples until they were erect, my desire to penetrate her remained unfulfilled. After ejaculating into her mouth again, she nestled in my arms. Her long legs wrapped around my lower body, and her fingers kneaded my soft flesh.

“Mom, I really want to be inside you. Can I be inside you?” I asked.

“Child, stop fooling around. Mommy will give you a substitute. You can insert it, and you can have more pleasure than inserting it into Mommy’s vagina. But please don’t insert it into Mommy’s hole, okay? That will make Mommy uneasy for the rest of her life.”

“Where is Mom?”

“Poke Mommy’s asshole.” With that, Mommy turned around, sticking her round buttocks up high, one hand covering her vulva, and the other hand spreading open her anus. Looking at Mommy’s round, white buttocks, I couldn’t help but feel dizzy.

This was the first time in my life I had ever seen an adult woman’s buttocks. In my dreams, I had imagined a woman’s private parts more than once. But I never imagined it on my own dignified and beautiful mother. Although my mother had always been very loving towards me, I would never have dared to imagine playing with my own mother’s buttocks before. But ever since I witnessed that scene of my mother’s, which was so arousing and blood-pumping, and after my mother gave me foot play, hand play, and even breast play, I felt that I had uncontrollably fallen in love with my mother.

Especially after my mother exposed her bare buttocks to me, I couldn’t help but lower my head and kiss the bud on her buttocks. My mother’s nerves are exceptionally sensitive these days.

The slight contact between my lips and my mother’s anus made her tremble all over. I was so excited that I quickly positioned my penis, aimed it, and placed it outside her anus. Her anus shyly contracted, just enough to clamp it shut.

I held my mother’s waist with one hand and checked the position again with the other to make sure it was correct. Once everything was ready, I tightened my grip on my mother and simultaneously pushed hard with my penis. But her virginity was just too tight, and I had forgotten to wet her anus before inserting it. So my entry was extremely difficult, and I could only go in halfway.

I was crying out, “Mom, I can’t get in. My head hurts so much!” My mother’s anus also seemed to be in excruciating, tearing pain.

My mother frowned and whispered, “Be gentle, it hurts.” Tears streamed down her face. I pressed my face against hers and gently licked her with my tongue. I pulled out first, then knelt behind her and rubbed my penis against her buttocks. After a semi-transparent liquid came out of her urethra, I used it to wet her anus.

Then I quietly placed one hand on my mother’s lower back, slightly away from her buttocks, but subtly aiming at her untouched anus. I thrust my hips forward, my large, hard penis squeezing into her narrow anus. My mother frowned, let out a muffled groan, and turned her head to bite the pillow tightly with her teeth.

“Mom, your ass is mine now,” I said breathlessly, thrusting harder into her narrow anus. This time, Mom’s whole body trembled and stiffened. But I was already fully inside, feeling her instinctive sobs in her warm rectum—so hot and tight. The tightness of her anus only amplified the sense of accomplishment I felt in deflowering her.

I struggled to penetrate my mother’s tight anus, my sharp edges scraping against her delicate rectal walls. My lower abdomen kept bumping against her soft buttocks. Each time I went in, I would flatten her buttocks, and when I pulled out, they would immediately bounce back up. The blood from her torn anus and damaged rectal walls stained my lower abdomen with pink spots, plunging me into the strange pleasure of deflowering my mother.

Mom didn’t move, letting me do whatever I wanted. I lay my whole body on her back, wishing I could become one with her. I reached my hands under her from behind and touched her. It felt so good. One hand roamed over her upper body as she twitched occasionally. Her tender, smooth, snow-white back was my object of caress. The other hand circled my fingers around her wide-open anus.

Looking at my mother’s round, red, bloody anus, listening to her sweet, low moans, and feeling the heat and tightness inside her rectum, I bent down and pressed my upper body against my mother’s smooth, soft back.

“Mom, I love you, you’re mine now.” Holding my mother tightly, I ejaculated inside her rectum, which was contracting and throbbing intermittently, truly taking my mother’s first time inside her anus. My mother let out a moan as I ejaculated, her body arching upwards so hard she almost knocked my jaw off. I pressed down on her forcefully until my penis completely stopped throbbing inside her rectum before letting go.

As I ejaculated, my mother’s whole body stiffened, her buttocks clenching so tightly they almost snapped me in two. After I finished deflowering my mother’s anus, she tried to push me off, but I held her tightly. She stopped moving, because she knew my capabilities.

After resting for a while, I went at it again. I put my mother’s hands under her head to elevate her body, making it easier for me. My mother let me do as I pleased, and I slowly made piston-like movements on her back. I was too impatient just now and ejaculated in a short while. Now I wanted to slowly savor the taste of my mother’s anus.

My hands slowly moved over my mother’s body. Although she had allowed me to touch her before, there were still some places I couldn’t go. Now, my hands touched my mother’s mons pubis.

My mother flinched and whispered, “No.” She tried to push me away, but we were in her way, so she could only grab my arm, which she couldn’t pull away from. I moved my hand to my mother’s breasts and gently touched them.

My mother’s breathing became a little rapid. “No, don’t, don’t touch there, stop it.” At this moment, I also came and ejaculated inside my mother’s anus. After I finished, I obediently lay on my mother’s back, put my hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, “Mom, I’m sorry. But I love you so much, I just couldn’t help it.”

My hands caressed my mother’s trembling body. I was completely intoxicated by the alluring feeling of having complete control over my mother. My hand somehow ended up touching her anus, which I had just violated. My mother’s painful writhing startled me awake, and I quickly moved my hand away.

“Does it hurt a lot?” I could tell from my mother’s pained eyes that it really hurt. “It’ll be fine after a nap, that’s what the books say.” I gently kissed away the tear stains on my mother’s beautiful face, and helped her lie down. My mother touched her wound and groaned in pain.

Having tasted my mother’s wonderful anus, I had no desire to go to school. I decided to just be her cushion. I helped her up, leaned against the headboard, and let her lie on top of me. My already slightly hardened erection became instantly erect upon contact with my mother’s perfect body. I pressed against her waist and hips, my mother’s injured anus resting between my legs. My mother’s head was against my chest. I placed one hand on my mother’s soft lower abdomen and the other on her full breasts. I sighed comfortably, “Mom, let’s sleep.” Then I closed my eyes.

It felt so good to sleep in my mother’s arms; I slept soundly and sweetly. A rooster’s crow outside woke me up. Still half asleep, I rubbed my eyes, and the exquisite furnishings around me made him realize that last night I had finally managed to deflower my mother.

I looked at my mother, still completely naked, nestled in my arms like a little girl in dire need of protection. Her face was so different from the one she had looked last night, pleading and groaning. She appeared exceptionally peaceful and content, without a trace of the sorrow she usually wore.

Faced with my mother’s alluring appearance, my desire was aroused again. So I turned around, gently pulled my mother into my arms, and caressed her smooth back and waist with my hands, as if I were admiring a priceless work of art.

Under her son’s tender and loving caresses, the mother had actually already woken up, but she couldn’t bear the sensation of my touch. The cunning woman kept her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, letting me take liberties with her. Only when my restless hand began to press and rub her private parts urgently did she slowly raise her head, reaching out to grasp my throbbing member, and whispering in my ear, “Child, do you want it again?”

I hugged my mother tightly, “Mom, can I do it one more time?”

Mom wanted to refuse, “You’ve forgotten too much of what I just told you. It’s bad for your health and will affect your studies. Besides, I haven’t washed yet, it’s dirty.”

I whispered in my mother’s ear, “Mom, it’s a holiday now, it’s okay. Besides, I already went in, so it won’t make a difference if I go in again. I know it still hurts, but I really want it. Let me go in one more time, just the last time, okay, Mom?”

Mom had no choice but to agree, “Remember, come down and let me sleep after you’re done.” I immediately grabbed it and thrust it into Mom’s anus, which was still stained with blood.

Mom groaned softly, “Gently.” But I was already halfway in, and with a little more force, the other half went in too. No longer worried about Mom’s resistance, I relaxed and began to enjoy myself, my hands busy exploring every part of her body except for her vagina.

Suddenly, because I used too much force, I accidentally knocked my mother’s hair, which was coiled on her head, down. I smoothed her black hair; the long black hair cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, moving up and down in rhythm with me. So beautiful and sexy, I couldn’t resist, and quickly thrust a few more times before ejaculating.

That day, Mom’s rectum practically became my urinal, haha, my wish came true, it felt so good. After I got up, Mom got up, grabbed a damp towel, and wiped me clean. Then she secretly went to take a shower. Why? Need I say more? Today was really great.

These past few days, Mom has been waiting by the door for her colleagues to pass by so she can ask someone to ask for leave from work. You can tell by the limp she walks. Watching Mom walk with that limp, my erection started to throb again. I secretly touched Mom’s round bottom, and even poked her anus, which had just been deflowered last night, with my finger. Mom slapped me hard and glared at me, but there was no anger in her eyes; it was more like a lovers’ quarrel.

Ever since I opened my mother’s little chrysanthemum, I’ve been thinking about going home every day. As soon as I get inside, I lock the door, immediately strip off all my clothes, and head naked and with my big buttocks sticking out, I go to the kitchen to find my mother. She must be washing dishes by then. I see her body leaning slightly forward, making her buttocks appear even more prominent.

I hugged my mother tightly from behind, shouted “Mom!” in her ear, and pressed my newly opened chrysanthemum even closer to her.

My mom startled me; I almost dropped the bowl I was holding. It took her a moment to recover before she asked, “Weren’t you out playing with your friends? Did they bully you?”

“Mom, didn’t you just say you were worried I’d overwork myself and wanted me to rest? I’ll rest at home today.” I deliberately emphasized the word “rest” while vigorously rubbing my buttocks together a few times.

That’s when my mother noticed my unusual behavior and realized I was completely naked. She blushed and said, “No, don’t do this.”

“Mom, I want it.” My penis rubbed against my mother’s buttocks.

Mom said, “No, I’m still in pain from what you did last night. Please don’t do it today.”

I let go of my mother. “Mom, look how uncomfortable my little brother is right now. Give it to me.”

Mom turned around and saw my menacing little brother pounding in the air. She quickly turned away, her face as red as a sheet. I then poked Mom’s buttocks to let her feel my hardness.

“Mom, your butt is amazing!”

With this thrust, almost half of my penis sank into my mother’s buttocks. She could clearly feel my hardness and knew I wasn’t going to give up today. She sighed, “Okay, but not now. Can you do it after I finish washing the dishes and cleaning up?”

“No, you wash your dishes, I’ll do mine. I like this position. Besides, you just washed them last night, and you didn’t poop today, so you don’t need to wash them.”

I ignored my mother’s reaction and started to take off her pants myself. Back then, the concept of clothing wasn’t like it is now; my mother always wore pants. I took off the belt that tied her pants, and with a slight pull, the pants fell down to her feet. Then I pulled off her underwear, spread her legs slightly, and forcefully spread her buttocks, revealing the little chrysanthemum that I had just ravaged the night before.

It still looked a little red and slightly open, as if beckoning me to enter. Mom placed her hands on the edge of the washing basin, her buttocks slightly raised, and closed her eyes, ready for my insertion. I gripped my rock-hard penis and thrust it in forcefully, returning to the place I had cultivated the night before.

It felt so good. I thrust hard into my mother’s rectum. My mother groaned softly. She had just deflowered me a few days ago, penetrating me three times in a row. She wasn’t even healed yet, and now she was being ravaged like this again. No wonder it hurt.

“Gently, gently, it hurts!” my mother pleaded in a low voice.

But I felt even more excited, hugging her tighter, almost breaking her waist, and thrusting even harder, “Mom, your bottom is mine now, it’s mine alone, oh, it feels so good, Mom, I love you.”

After fucking my mom’s ass for a long time, I finally ejaculated inside her anus, a thick stream of semen gushing out deep into her rectum. But I still wasn’t satisfied. I rested my head on my mom’s shoulder, my semi-erect penis still inside her ass, letting it come out on its own. I wasn’t going to pull it out.

My mother was exasperated by my behavior. “Sweetie, let me finish washing the dishes before I play with you, okay? Go lie down in bed for a while.” My mother knew I wouldn’t give up so easily.

“Mom, let me help you wash the dishes.” I hugged my mother like that, watching her wash the dishes absentmindedly, my hands occasionally wandering over her body.

Mom finally finished washing the toys. She washed her hands under the tap in the sink and said to me, “Okay, now what do you want to do?”

“Mom, let’s go to bed.” I clung to my mother like a conjoined twin as we walked to the bedside. “Mom, take off your shirt too.” My mother silently complied.

“Mom, can you lie down like a puppy?” Mom turned around and gave me a glare, then did as I said. I crossed my arms, rested my head on my hands, bent my knees, and knelt with my tiger-like head held high.

Wow, Mom looks so alluring on her doggy-style position! Her round, white buttocks are sticking up high, and her bright red anus is dripping with the thick, white semen I just ejaculated inside. Her charming little bud, half-covering her face, is displayed before my eyes, and instantly all the blood in my body rushes to my head.

I knelt behind my mother’s bottom and slowly stroked her smooth skin with my hands, touching her entire bottom. I then touched her thighs, but I didn’t touch the sacred place where I was born, because I remembered the promise I made to my mother. This was the last line between us, and if I touched it, my mother would definitely turn against me.

I adjusted my position, aimed at my mother’s anus, and thrust hard, beginning my second anal sex session of the day. My mother groaned softly, her body jerking forward slightly, but immediately pulled back on its own. Filled with boundless love for my mother, I began to thrust forcefully.

This time, due to the pain, Mom’s anus involuntarily contracted and expanded. At first, I wasn’t used to it, which caused me a lot of trouble, but I gradually got the rhythm. When it contracted, I pulled it out, and when it expanded, I pushed it in. The more I did it, the more excited I became, and my movements became larger and larger. Sometimes, when I pulled it out, only one part was still stuck in Mom’s anus, and then I would push the whole thing back in.

As my movements intensified, so did my mother’s pain, and she involuntarily groaned. I became even more excited, gripping my mother’s buttocks tightly with both hands, my fingers turning white from the force.

After about half an hour of penetration, I finally couldn’t hold back anymore and was about to ejaculate. I quickly sped up a few times, thrusting hard into my mother’s anus, inserting the entire length inside. My anus trembled violently as I ejaculated.

At that moment, I collapsed weakly onto my mother, flattening her body so that I was lying on her back. But my little brother still wouldn’t let go, remaining half-soft and half-hard in my mother’s anus.

After tasting the wonderful sensation of my mother’s anus, I began to miss her little mouth and wanted her to do it again, to use her little mouth to serve my little brother.

The opportunity came. Today was the day my mother’s period started, and when I tried to take off her pants that evening, she refused me for the first time ever, saying, “I’m not feeling well today, can I not?”

In the past, when my mother had her period, she would lie face down on the bed with her feet on the floor so I could insert my penis into her anus, because she was afraid of soiling the bed. But this time was different. My mother had a cold and fever a couple of days ago, and today she happened to have her period. She was a little weak, so she refused me.

“Mom, but I can’t sleep if I don’t ejaculate at night.”

The mother had no choice but to say, “Then let’s use the old method. I’ll make do with my leg for now, and you can come back when I’m better.”

“Mom, I don’t want to. That’s no fun. I still prefer the warm, soft feeling of you inside me. Using my legs is too hard and uncomfortable.”

My mother couldn’t persuade me otherwise, so she said, “How about I use my mouth? I’m really not feeling well today.”

“Okay, your lips are so soft and warm. I love Mom the most.” Seeing that Mom had agreed, I immediately got up, quickly washed myself in the bathroom, and rushed back to my bedroom.

I took a blanket and placed it on the ground, then had my mother kneel on it, her upper body straight, her head positioned between my legs. I pulled down my pants, exposing my penis to her. Although my mother had given me sex many times, and I had penetrated her buttocks repeatedly, I could still clearly see her face flush with embarrassment.

She closed her eyes and gently lowered her head between my legs. I pressed my lips against my mother’s, and she slightly opened her mouth to receive my penis. I had opened two of the three holes in my mother’s body, and apart from her womb, the sacred place where I was born, I had enjoyed every other part of her body.

My mother used her tongue to circle around the edge of my penis, and occasionally licked my glans, while her hand held the part that wasn’t inside and gently rubbed it back and forth.

It feels so good. My mother’s soft tongue rubbing against me almost made me ejaculate. I couldn’t hold back anymore and started thrusting, using my mother’s little mouth as a vagina. Just wait, Mom, I’m going to conquer every hole in your body, and cover every place on your body that makes me feel good with my semen as a banner of my conquest.

My mother was caught off guard and the needle went deep into her throat. She coughed painfully and pushed me away, saying, “Don’t go in so deep.” My mother would never use the word “insert” unless absolutely necessary. I wonder what would happen if she said “wait” in the first place. Right now, she would never utter those words.

“Mom, I’m sorry, I was too hasty. I won’t do it again.”

Just kidding. Although I really want to thrust deep into my mother’s throat and ejaculate inside, if I push my mother too far, I’ll never be able to stop. You can’t be this impatient when you’re in a lustful mood.

I had my mom hold my penis with both hands, but not too tightly, so that most of it was under her control, with only a small portion in her mouth. This way, I could relax and not worry about accidentally inserting it too deeply.

But Mom was still a little worried. There was really no other way, so he stopped thrusting, untied Mom’s hair that was tied up, and gently stroked the back of her head. “Mom, don’t be nervous, relax. I won’t put it in your throat.”

My mother opened her eyes and looked at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. She took a few deep breaths, signaled with her eyes that I could begin, and then closed her eyes again. I began to violate my mother’s small mouth and her slender hands again, truly a double whammy.

After Mom relaxed, her tongue began to cooperate with my thrusting, and her hands held me firmly but not too tightly. I stopped worrying and began to concentrate on moving my penis in and out of Mom’s hands and mouth. Mom’s tongue seemed to enjoy the struggle with me, and her movements obviously sped up when I was about to ejaculate. Mom didn’t let go and didn’t want me to pull out. Mom’s hands continued to move for me, but I don’t know what happened. I was about to ejaculate just now, but now Mom’s hands have been moving for me dozens of times and I still haven’t come.

My mother looked at me suspiciously, and I shook my head, indicating that I didn’t know what was going on either. My mother looked at the object moving in her hand, then suddenly opened her hand, looked at the calluses on her hands, and probably thought that I wouldn’t come out because her hands were too rough.

Suddenly, Mom straightened her back, making her chest level with my crotch. She slipped my penis under her bra and inserted it between her legs, my penis reaching right up to her chin. Mom even gently used her chin to hold my penis between her legs.

“Go ahead and move,” Mom said softly.

Moved, I whispered “Mom,” and started thrusting on my own. Mom’s hands pressed her breasts inward forcefully, squeezing my penis tightly.

I thrust dozens of times, then with a violent tremor, I ejaculated, a thick stream of semen spraying powerfully onto my mother’s chin. The semen flowed down her neck, through her bra, and onto her breasts.

I said softly, “Mom, wait a moment.” I went to the bathroom and got a clean towel. I took off my mother’s bra, which was covered in my semen, and carefully wiped it off for her.

My mother looked at me tenderly and smiled slightly, “My son has grown up.”

I placed the towel by the bed and gently helped my mother onto the bed. “Mom, I’m sorry.” My mother looked at me, puzzled, not understanding why I was suddenly apologizing.

I pressed myself against my mother and whispered in her ear, “You’re so good to me. You satisfy even my most unreasonable demands. I used you as a tool for my lust. First, I secretly used your thighs while you were asleep, and then I used the back of your legs as a tool to penetrate you. When you found out, you didn’t blame me. You even put aside your dignity as a mother to satisfy my desires for the sake of my studies and health. But I was still not satisfied. I raped your buttocks while you were sleeping, but you’re still so good to me. Now you’re using your mouth and breasts to help me ejaculate. Mom, I’m sorry.”

After hearing what I said, my mother remained silent for a long time, just staring at me. I didn’t look away, but instead conveyed my love, shame, and respect for my mother through my eyes.

My mother and I looked at each other for a while, then she slowly turned her head away. “You are my own son. When I first saw the dried semen you left on my leg, I was really angry. You were going astray at such a young age, and it almost drove me crazy. But then I thought, this is the time for you to develop, and it’s normal for you to be interested in women, just because the object of your interest is me, your mother. Since that’s the case, I might as well satisfy you, so you won’t be corrupted by bad women outside, and it can also urge you to study. I just hope you remember that I can give you anything, but you must do well in your studies and become a successful person in the future.” As she spoke, a layer of mist appeared in my mother’s eyes. She gently pushed me away with her hand, turned her back to me, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

It turns out my mom has such high expectations for me. I gently hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, “Mom, you won’t blame me for opening your anus that night, will you?” I had to use this trick to distract my mom, since she wouldn’t blame me anyway.

Sure enough, Mom gave my bottom a hard pinch. “You still dare to talk? I really don’t know where you learned this trick. It was fine that night, since I promised you it. But the next day you kept messing around in my bottom all day, making me unable to poop for almost a week.”

“Mom, now, how does it feel when I move inside you?”

Mom blushed. “After a while, it doesn’t hurt as much as before, but it feels a little strange, and also a little comfortable. Every time you go in, it feels like I need to poop, but I can’t.” Hey, no wonder Mom always squeezes me tightly and loosely when I insert my penis into her anus.

“Mom, you’re so good to me.” I hugged my mother tightly, and my erection returned. “Mom, can I use your breasts one more time?” My mother nodded and turned over to lie flat. Tonight, my mother and I shared our innermost thoughts, and our mother-son bond deepened once again.

Since that day, my mother’s buttocks have become my tool for satisfying my needs, but I am not satisfied. When will I be able to have real sex with my mother? My current situation is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant.

Finally, evening self-study ended, and I rushed home at the speed of a professional race car driver. “Mom, I’m home!” When I got home, the light in my mother’s room was on. I went into her room, and she was about to sit up. I pounced on her and stripped her naked. Her shapely figure looked fair and smooth under the light.

“Mom, give me your ass, quick!” I was in a particularly high mood today, so I knelt behind my mother, grabbed her plump buttocks, and started thrusting wildly. Before I got my hands on my mother, I had fantasized about this position countless times in the dead of night, and it had become my favorite.

What a sexy and alluring butt! Snow-white, firm, elastic, and with a rounded, full shape. A tuft of pubic hair is nestled in the cleft, sometimes peeking out and sometimes sinking in as I thrust.

Right above her buttocks was a beautiful, turbine-shaped hole. The brown hole extended outwards with dense folds, resembling a small, budding chrysanthemum. Inserting a finger into the flower-like opening immediately elicited a shiver and a slightly fearful groan from her mother.

My fingers, covered in her vaginal fluid, were gently rubbing inside my mother’s anus. “Ah, no!” My mother turned her head, her eyes filled with sorrow and fear. I couldn’t stand that kind of look; it only fueled my desire to conquer her.

Her tiny anus was pioneered by me, and it can only belong to me from now on. This thought always gives me an indescribable excitement and a sense of conquest when I have anal sex with my mother.

“Mom, your butt is so beautiful, let me play with it one more time.” Mom wiggled her sexy butt, but my fingers were still inserted inside her flower. Mom shook her head slightly, bent over and raised her butt even higher, seemingly acquiescing to my request.

My mother rarely eats greasy food; her staple diet consists mainly of fruits and vegetables. This not only keeps her skin well-hydrated, making it exceptionally delicate and smooth, but also allows her rectum to absorb a large amount of fibrous tissue, resulting in a firm and resilient texture that feels like heaven.

Soon, my mother’s anus gradually became accustomed to the foreign object, and I took the opportunity to insert another finger to further widen her anus. The anal muscles contracted and relaxed, and the tender rectal walls subconsciously squeezed my finger.

It took a long time for my intestines to accept the foreign object before I could finally press my impatient penis against my anus, grab my mother’s smooth waist, hold her round and plump buttocks in place, and gently insert it into her tight, narrow, and exceptionally tender anus.

“Ahhh!” Mom cried out loudly from the intense tearing sensation. At that moment, I almost wanted to pull out halfway. But the sight before me and the pleasure of her narrow intestines tightly gripping me made me unable to let go. Mom’s upper body arched up like a fully drawn bow due to the sudden, sharp pain, and her buttocks were raised even higher, accompanied by constant trembling.

I left it inside my mother’s anus and thrust in and out slightly to let her get used to it. Then I used my waist to push the whole thing in. My mother let out another cry. After the sound subsided, I started thrusting.

In broad daylight, a beautiful young woman knelt in the grass, a young boy thrusting into her from behind, his arms around her white buttocks. This lustful couple happened to be mother and son. The sight aroused my animalistic desires, and I thrust harder and harder into my mother’s beautiful buttocks.

She’s almost 40, yet her buttocks are still so firm and elastic, showing no signs of sagging. Their curves are so beautiful, meeting her wasp waist in a way that’s both natural and sensual, like a crescent moon that fills you with energy.

I was panting heavily as I frantically pounded my mother’s buttocks, making her cry and scream. Then my vision gradually blurred, and I could see nothing but my mother’s dazzling white, pert buttocks. At that moment, I came, ejaculating inside my mother’s anus.

After I pulled out of my mother’s anus, I started licking her buttocks. After licking away the semen I had left at the opening of her anus, I began sucking on the anus I had just enjoyed.

After my soft tongue slipped into my mother’s anus, she felt a tingling sensation spread from the rectal wall throughout her body, and her muscles trembled slightly. Her anus seemed to be stimulated as well, and a stream flowed from her vulva. I lingered inside my mother’s anus, not flinching because this was the place where my dear mother’s excrement and my own urination had passed.

This is my favorite place now. Mom still sticks her butt out high, letting her son and herself enjoy the pleasure. Waves of stimulation come from her anus. As a doctor, she herself finds it hard to understand how a physiological orifice used for excretion could also have pleasure when it is penetrated, but now she doesn’t think about why.

As long as she’s happy, that’s all that matters. Slowly, my tongue moved down to that moist cave, licking and sucking the overflowing fluids, occasionally plunging my tongue inside for a deeper exploration. I let her enjoy this new round of stimulation, letting out soft, satisfied moans.

For months, my obedience had made her forget to protect her last sanctuary. Even after my mouth left my mother’s private parts and I parted her buttocks again, she still thought I wanted to enter her anus again.

But this time my target was my mother. I wanted to possess her completely. My mother’s beautiful voice softly called out to me, making me lose my mind and causing my erection to become unbearable. I roughly pressed down on her petite body, aimed at her, took a deep breath, and lowered my buttocks. I thrust in with extremely fast speed. Although there was some lubrication, my mother’s vagina was unusually tight. Only a third of my thick penis entered before being blocked by a thin membrane. The membrane was very resilient. Gently pushing inward could only stretch it but not tear it.

“No, stop! This won’t do!” The mother was clearly in pain, and two crystal tears slid down from the corners of her tightly closed eyes.

Her body writhed incessantly, but by then I was consumed by lust and had lost all reason. In my mind, she was no longer my mother, but prey to be vented on. My buttocks sank in again, this time penetrating her completely, my penis hitting her cervix, my testicles striking her. The beauty beneath me had forever lost her virginity.

“Ah!” The mother was struck by immense pain, tears soaking the sheets beneath her head, her sharp fingernails digging into the pillow.

Inside the room.

“Gah!” Losing all reason, I pressed heavily onto my beautiful mother’s body. Everything around me seemed to disappear, except for the waves of tingling sensation emanating from me. I kept letting out wild, beastly growls as my engorged penis pounded fiercely into my mother’s tender, tight vulva.

My mother’s limbs involuntarily wrapped around me, her lower body thrusting upwards repeatedly. Her hands gripped my back tightly, pulling it apart and leaving several deep scratches.

“Ah, it’s me!”

As I thrust and pumped relentlessly, my mother, finally finding relief, clung tightly to the man on top of her. As long as he didn’t stop, nothing else mattered. Tears streamed down her face, soaking the bed, but neither of them cared, focused solely on the act.

Mom felt like she was flying upwards, flying and flying, until finally, a force from who-knows-where propelled her to the highest point, and then she slowly slid down. This was a joy she had never experienced before, and she almost shouted herself hoarse.

After a series of desperate screams from my mother, her fiery vaginal fluids gushed directly onto my throbbing member. The fluids felt incredibly pleasurable, and my ejaculation was swift and intense. A torrent of semen sprayed into her fresh womb, causing her to tremble with heat, feel utterly relaxed, and drift into a deep, drowsy sleep.

I don’t know how much time passed before my mother woke up first. She felt a dull pain in her lower body. She opened her eyes and saw me naked, fast asleep in her arms, a satisfied smile on my face. The scene from last night was still vivid in her mind, impossible to forget. She was filled with grief and anger. She pushed me away violently and looked down to see her lower body in a mess, wet and sticky. Her lower abdomen, thighs, and even her genitals were covered in filth. The most painful thing was seeing the spots of her virgin blood. She knew she had lost her virginity and was overwhelmed with sorrow. The chastity she had guarded for over thirty years was gone just like that.

Then I rolled over so my back was up. When my mother looked, she saw more than a dozen red marks on my back, clearly from finger scratches. My mother was stunned. “Could I have scratched you?” She looked at her own hands and saw blood. The crazy scene from before flashed before her eyes again.

“Alas, what a tragedy.”

My mother, enduring the pain, got out of bed to wash her genitals, put on her clothes, covered me with the blanket, and pinched my philtrum. I woke up with a scream. Opening my eyes, I saw my mother staring at me with a frosty expression. Seeing the traces of blood on the half-exposed part of my penis, I was stunned. My mother was a virgin; I had actually taken her virginity. This…

Things took an unexpected turn. I didn’t know how to face my mother, but I could only grit my teeth, lower my head, and obey her decision. However, my mother’s reaction also surprised me. She didn’t blame me; she just sighed and said, “Child, I need to discuss something with you. You must be wondering why I’m still a virgin, right?”

Then she told me the whole story. It turned out that her father died in a car accident on his way home on the night of his wedding. Her mother was heartbroken and planned to have a child through in-vitro fertilization, but she was in poor health at the time, so they had to have someone else carry their child.

As I spoke, tears streamed down my mother’s face. Seeing her so heartbroken, I felt incredibly remorseful. I had never seen my mother cry before, and now I was the one who had made her cry. So I hugged her tightly and licked away the tears from her face. “Mom, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. Please forgive me. Don’t be sad. Believe me, I love you. I will take responsibility for you. I want to marry you.”

“No, we are mother and son. Although you are not the child I carried for ten months, we are still mother and son. We can’t do this. I can forgive you this time, but we can’t continue down this wrong path,” the mother firmly refused.

“Mom, I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I’m an unfilial son. But you know what, Mom, I’ve really fallen in love with you. I mean it, this love isn’t the simple kind, nor is it just mother-son love. It’s the passionate love a man has for a woman. I know you understand, but you’re afraid to face reality, right, Mom? Please accept me, okay? I’ll make you happy.”

No, I don’t need it.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and said to her, “Why are you masturbating in your room if you don’t need to?” I regretted it as soon as I said it; I was provoking my mother. Sure enough, her face turned pale immediately. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say.

“Xiao Lei, you’ve disappointed me so much! I let you do my thing, even my back door! All this was so you could focus on your studies, but you’re still thinking about these things. We’re mother and son, we can’t do that. I could have made you feel good with my mouth, but I never expected you to go so far. What I can’t accept is that you’ve been seducing me all along. How can I still be your mother?” My mother yelled at me, tears streaming down her face.

“But Mom, I really love you.”

“You really love me? You just want my body, you just want to satisfy your filth. Get out, I don’t want to see you.” Hearing my mother’s words, my heart ached, and tears welled up in my eyes. I felt like I had no will to live. I kowtowed three times to my mother’s back. When I looked up, blood was streaming down my face, but I didn’t notice. I sobbed, “Mother, you are so heartless. I have no will to live. Please take care of yourself.” Then I got up and rammed my head against the wall.

Startled by my words, Mom turned around abruptly, only to see me already running forward. She cried out, “Stop!” and instinctively reached out to grab me. Before she could finish speaking, my head slammed against the wall. She reached out to grab it, but missed my vest. My figure continued crashing against the wall like a kite with a broken string.

Her mind went blank, and it seemed as if her heart had crashed into me. When her mother turned around, she found me unconscious on the bed, with blood all over my head and the walls, and the sheets were stained red with blood.

My mother rushed over, picked me up, and shouted, “Child, what’s wrong, child?” I didn’t respond, but I was still breathing. My child knew something serious had happened, so she hurriedly put on her clothes, wrapped a towel around my forehead, and rushed me to the hospital.

Fortunately, there weren’t many cars on the road, and my injuries weren’t serious. My mother is also a doctor, and she treated my wound appropriately. She’s also a colleague of a surgeon at the hospital, and thanks to her timely intervention, I was out of danger. Knowing I was out of danger, my mother couldn’t hold back any longer. She hugged me tightly, buried my head in her arms, and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I found my head buried deep in my mother’s arms, feeling the greatness and softness of her breasts. My desire burned fiercely again, but I dared not make any rash moves. I just hugged her slender waist and pretended to be asleep, enjoying my mother’s warm embrace.

When Mom woke up, the first thing she thought of was me. She glanced at him and saw him holding her slender waist tightly, his cheek buried deep in her arms. He seemed to be sleeping very soundly, but his constantly trembling eyelashes betrayed him.

Seeing this, Mom smiled bitterly to herself. She knew I was still the same incorrigible person, taking advantage of the situation. However, she didn’t care much anymore. He had already taken her virginity; what did she care about now? In the instant I hit the wall, she hadn’t had time to think. Now, lying quietly in the grass, reflecting deeply, she felt the preciousness of life and realized how much I meant to her—more than her own life. She made a decision in her heart, a momentous decision, one she didn’t know if it would bring her good or bad fortune, but she didn’t care anymore. Her mind suddenly brightened.

“I’ll get up quickly,” Mom said softly. “I have something important to tell you.”

When I saw my mother speak, I dared not pretend to be asleep any longer. I sat up as instructed and asked with concern, “Mom, are you alright?”

Mom gave a slight, wry smile and said, “It’s nothing, but I’m so tired I can’t move at all.”

She glanced at me, then suddenly laughed, “Aren’t you the one who most wants to bully Mom? Now’s the perfect opportunity.”

I was taken aback, gave an awkward smile, and stammered, “I…I…”

Mom chuckled softly and said in a low voice, “Silly boy, why aren’t you helping me up?” Her face then flushed slightly.

I quickly helped my mother sit up. Seeing her soft smile and gentle laughter, with a faint blush on her face, I was stunned.

After a long while, I slowly exhaled and exclaimed, “So beautiful!”

Mom smiled and said softly, “You’re such a chatterbox.”

Seeing that his mother was in a good mood, he couldn’t help but ask, “Mom, you’re not angry with me anymore, are you?”

Mom smiled slightly and said, “From the moment you hit your head against the wall, I understood your feelings for me, so I no longer resent you. Mom is very happy now.”

I was both happy and touched, and said, “Mom, you are so good to me. I will never make you angry again, and I will definitely listen to you.”

His mother glanced at him sideways and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, “Why is your head bleeding again?”

I reached out and touched it. He smiled faintly and said, “The one that was fine before is fine now.”

Mom stared at him blankly, recalling the scene of me crying and kowtowing before jumping off the cliff. She sighed, then nestled against his chest, took his hand, gently stroked her face, and whispered, “Do you…do you like Mommy?”

My heart leaped with joy, and I quickly replied, “Is that even a question? Of course I like you!”

The mother smiled radiantly, clearly delighted. Suddenly, her face flushed, and she whispered, “Then would you like to marry me?” She glanced at him sideways.

My joy was indescribable, and I quickly exclaimed, “I want it! I want it!”

My mother held my arm, gently nibbled on my ear, and said softly, “From today onwards, you are my man, my everything. When no one else is around, whatever you want to do for me, I’ll do it. Tomorrow, I’ll go to the market and buy some things to make our house our own little haven, and I’ll take good care of you, my little rascal, to repay your kindness. What do you say?”

I turned around and carefully examined my mother—the woman before me was still the mother I had relied on for over a decade. Her eyes radiated boundless lust, her hair, slightly disheveled from rushing to save me, and her parted, red lips, as if awaiting a lover’s taste, still prominent and undulating, told me that my mother was still anticipating another violation from her own son.

“Mom, why wait until tomorrow? Your own son wants to be a god again right now. And don’t you think it would be more exciting for me to call you ‘Mom’ while I’m doing it to you?” I hugged my mother and said gently, “Let me pamper you one more time and let your son and mother have a good time.”

After saying that, I pushed my mother down onto the hospital bed and showered her with a series of passionate kisses that left her breathless. My hands groped haphazardly over her body, and it seemed another battle of flesh was about to begin.

Suddenly, my mother hurriedly pushed me away: “You little pervert, in the hospital, you didn’t close the window or lock the door, and you dared to ride on your own mother and do it so hard. Aren’t you afraid of being discovered? Just bear with it for a bit, we’ll talk about it when we get home.” I had no choice but to suppress my lust and finish the procedures with my mother before going home.

When I got home, I couldn’t hold back any longer and boldly put my arms around my mother’s ample waist, pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed and said, “Darling, I missed you so much.”

Looking into my tender and affectionate eyes, Mom slowly rested her head in my arms, letting me hug her. The suppressed desire within me reignited, and with one arm around Mom, I quickly took off my clothes and pants with the other.

I lifted my mother’s chin with my hand and immediately took her cherry-like mouth into my mouth, licking her fragrant lips with all my might. I then put my tongue into her mouth and began to suck and swallow her fragrant tongue.

I laid my mother down on the bed and quickly stripped her clothes off, revealing her long-desired white flesh to my eyes. Seeing her fair skin, her large, protruding belly, her incredibly plump buttocks, and her dark, dense pubic area, my breathing quickened. My rapid erection, surging with blood, made me want nothing more than to immediately thrust into my mother’s vagina.

I patiently instructed my mother, lifting her thighs with both hands and exploring her breasts, nipples, and buttocks, then touching her private parts. I hugged her waist, kissed her, and greedily licked and nibbled at her increasingly swollen nipples, sucking on the very nipples that had nurtured me, as if I were drinking sweet milk again.

That was the place I, and every man with a mother complex, loved most. The nipple possessed both maternal tenderness and feminine allure, making it doubly attractive to me. I played with her breasts with one hand while stroking her large, plump buttocks with the other. Under my kisses and caresses, Mom gradually softened, no longer able to push me away.

She slumped into my arms, letting me freely fondle her entire body. Her eyes were slightly open, and she breathed softly, her breath sweet as she murmured, “Mmm, no, no, husband, no.”

I could no longer resist my mother’s wanton moans, and thrust my erection into her. You might wonder how I managed to penetrate her so easily? It turns out that under my caresses, her vagina was already overflowing with fluid, soaking a large patch of the bedsheet.

The moment I penetrated my mother, I felt a suffocating pleasure, followed by extreme confusion. My waist began to arch uncontrollably, thrusting repeatedly into her sacred place.

I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to; I felt completely out of control. My hands didn’t reach for my mother’s breasts; they just gripped her thighs tightly and began to thrust wildly.

The incredibly stimulating and pleasurable feeling made me unable to stop. My mother, experiencing her first sexual encounter, gripped me tightly with love, making it impossible for me to move my hot penis back and forth with all my might.

The mother seemed to be experiencing pleasure as well, and kept moaning, “Oh, son, husband, ah, you, hurry up!”

That’s really how it is. There aren’t necessarily any excessive lewd sounds or words. It’s just a constant, primal calling out: “Ah, eldest son, dear husband, oh, Enlai!” My mother hooks her fat legs around my waist and presses me down with all her might. With each thrust, she twists and turns her round buttocks upwards to meet my movements.

I took the opportunity to kiss her breasts, licking their softness and smoothness once again. My mother was going wild, no longer as shy as before, her voluptuous body shaking so hard it drove me crazy. I had to keep aiming at her large, plump breasts that were swinging up and down, and hold my mother’s round buttocks tightly to prevent them from slipping out.

I thrust hard, my mother’s virginity was tightly wrapped around me, and after hundreds of times, I felt a burning heat, and my whole body was throbbing with unbearable pain. I wanted to pull out, but my mother’s fat legs held me captive.

I felt like I was about to burst, but at the same time, I felt an indescribable pleasure that made me eager to release. I thrust hard, and a swollen thing inside me suddenly gushed out. I shot every last drop of my semen into my mother’s vagina.

“Ohhh!” I screamed wildly, and at the same time, Mom let out a scream, her voluptuous body jerking violently, her belly arching. We both collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I saw my mother’s seductive and alluring face. Her cherry lips were slightly parted and opening and closing, reaching towards my neck. Her legs were spread open, and her plump breasts were still dripping with honey. Her large, white, and plump buttocks were partially exposed and protruding. Her tender belly was covered with my saliva and my mother’s.

Looking at this alluring and seductive noblewoman, I couldn’t resist picking up my mother again and sweetly kissing her tender flesh. My mother also hugged me and softly called out, “Son, husband, it felt so good just now.” I felt a surge of ecstasy and pressed myself against my mother, continuing my lovemaking until I soon collapsed onto her again.

From then on, my mother treated me like her husband, letting me play with her beautiful body. She also fell in love with this sweet and happy life, often taking the initiative. If I sometimes didn’t want to, she would pout like a child, “Come on, just a little bit, come on, husband!” Unexpectedly, this “misfortune turned into a blessing,” as I gained access to all the virginity of this beautiful woman and her active pursuit of love. Even more precious was that I received all her love. With such a beautiful mother, what more could a husband ask for?