Right from the start of the video, Mom held my penis and started stroking it, but her eyes were still fixed on the screen.
Just as the video played to the part where the mother turned over, knelt on the bed, raised her hips, and asked her son to enter from behind, Mom actually also got up and imitated the mother on the screen, kneeling on the sofa, raising her hips to reveal her densely-haired little hole.
"Come, Xiao Jun, follow along."
I immediately understood, lifted my penis, and with a 'plop' sound, inserted it into Mom's pussy.
"Ah... ah... good... son... Mom feels... so comfortable... I guessed right... this position... is indeed wonderful... ah.... so thrilling.."
On the TV screen, the mother was moaning wildly, and my own mother was also desperately letting out lewd sounds, the debauchery intertwining into an indescribable scene. This stimulation was truly extraordinary.
"Ah... ah... zi... zi... ah... ah... zi... zi..." "Mom... you're amazing... how... did you come up with this... idea... so great... so awesome..."
Then, on the screen, the mother turned sideways and lifted her right leg onto her son. The son's penis entered from the side. 'Mom... come...' I also changed my position, but the sofa wasn't wide enough, so I simply lifted directly on the floor.
Mom's right leg. With a 'plop' sound, he reinserted himself into Mom's pussy.
"Ah... ah... mm... Jun... this position... is so beautiful too... ah... zi... zi... dear son... Mom lov
'I'm dying... good... you're fucking me to death...'
"Mom... you're amazing... so slutty... son likes it... you feel comfortable...?" "Ah... mm... Mom feels good... Mom feels so comfortable... being fucked by her own son feels so comfortable... hurry... again..."
Due to the position, rapid thrusting wasn't suitable. Just then, the mother and son on the screen switched back to the normal position. I promptly lifted my mom's other leg, both resting on my shoulders, and began thrusting fiercely.
"Okay... ah... Mom wants... son... Mom wants... fuck me... faster... faster... ah.... ah..."
At this moment, following the TV drama plot, I lifted my mother up entirely. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I stood up, thrusting into her pussy while holding her in the air.
"Ah... ah... zi... zi... dear son... the videotape didn't... didn't lie... it really feels so good... ah...
Mom's pussy... I can't... I can't hold on anymore... ah... oh my god... son... Mom's flying... feels like flying
Oh... ah... oh my god... quick... it's coming out... ah... ah... it's out... here you go... your son
Son..." Mom's body, I stopped thrusting. Mom's legs still tightly gripped my waist. The mother and son on TV seemed to finish earlier than us; the scene had already changed.
"Good son, can you let Mom down now?"
I gently laid her down and slowly withdrew my penis.
"Ah... gently... a little gentler... mm..." The pussy after orgasm was quite sensitive.
"Mom, comfortable?"
"Jun, Mom feels very comfortable, thank you!" Mom kissed me once.
"Mom, little lustful pussy, your moaning makes me so excited! I'm very satisfied too."
"But you haven't ejaculated yet, have you?"
"Mom, actually, my pleasure lies in the process of having sex with Mom, not the ending, do you understand? Otherwise masturbation would be enough; why would I still need sex?"
"Really? As long as you're really satisfied, that's fine."
"Mom, seriously, you really haven't made love for more than ten years? But how can you have so many ideas about sex?"
"Fool! Why would Mom lie to you? Of course! Mom does business and socializes outside, and there are always many big bosses chasing after me, but as soon as I get close to those men in fine clothes with greasy hair, no matter how much perfume they wear, I can always smell that stink on them. And no matter how much they try to hide it, that lecherous look can never be concealed. Just looking at them makes Mom feel disgusted, but for the sake of business, I still have to socialize with them. Sigh!"
"Mom, I'm really sorry to have wronged you." I affectionately kissed Mom's hair.
"Jun, for these more than ten years, Mom has also relied on masturbation to satisfy needs, but only today did I fully realize that the difference between masturbation and real intercourse is simply worlds apart. Do you know? Mom isn't full of ideas; it's just that Mom also reaches orgasm through sexual fantasies."
"Oh! Then... who do you usually fantasize about?"
"Aiya! Kid, how can you ask Mom this!" Mom started acting coy again.
“Tell me, I want to know.” I kept pestering her too.
“Mm... I can tell you... but... I’m afraid... I’m afraid...”
"What are you afraid of? Go on, say it. I promise I won't be jealous."
"No... it’s not that problem... it’s just... sigh... alright... originally Mom still wanted to keep a little secret..."
, forget it, maybe... maybe... it's fate... Okay, Xiao Jun, when I saw the content of your diary, actually.
..Actually, Mom wasn't startled, but happy, so excited she didn't know what to do. Because... because when you were in middle school, there was one time Mom accidentally saw your... your dick, and was shocked. She never expected that when you were only fourteen, it was already that big. Mom couldn't help but masturbate in her room. 」
"Mom... you're saying... the person you sexually fantasize about is me... liar!"
"You’re such a fool. The first year you used Mom’s panties to masturbate, you came and got Mom’s panties filthy, and you didn’t even clean them before putting them back. Those are Mom’s personal things—how could she not tell? And there was another time you wore Mom’s panties to sleep and forgot to take them off. When Mom woke you up that morning, she found the lace mesh on the panties had been torn by you. The next day you still thought you had put them back without anyone noticing. Such a fool."
Having her embarrassing adolescent secrets exposed by her mother left her speechless.
“Mom originally thought that was just a natural phenomenon of a boy’s puberty. After that, she was busy with her career for years and had no mind to keep observing. Even if a few pairs of underwear occasionally went missing, she didn’t pay attention, thinking it would be fine once you got through puberty. But that day, after reading your diary, I learned that your love for mom had never changed; it had become even stronger. And it also stirred up my... sexual fantasies about you. In fact, after that time when I fantasized about you raping mom and getting climax from it, mom had already gotten used to you. Every time I thought about it, it was you. If you don’t believe me, mom will show you something, and you’ll understand.”
As she spoke, Mom began fondling my penis again. "Until yesterday, it was the second time I saw your penis. It's thicker and bigger than when you were in middle school."
“Mom, from now on we won’t need to rely on masturbation to solve it, right?”
"Of course. Mom has such a son who loves me so much, and is so... good at... fucking my pussy, so there's no need to rely on hands and fantasies to fill..."
"Enough." Mom said and took my penis into her mouth in one go.
"Mom... wait... wait... what did you say you were going to show me?"
"Wait a moment." Mom let go of my penis and went into the room.
I usually only rummaged through the cabinet where Mom kept her bras and panties, never knowing Mom had so many secrets. After a while, Mom came out, holding three books in her hand.
"Sigh! Xiao Jun, our mother and son are truly a match made in heaven. Guess what this is?"
I immediately guessed: the diary, Mom's diary... Could it be... Oh my God! Could such a thing happen?
「Xiaojun, you only wrote one book, but Mom has already written three these years. Tell me, aren’t we mother and son a perfectly in-sync pair？」
Mother-Son Diary (4 - End)
I casually opened one of them; the date was from my freshman year of college. It read:
"Xiaojun, Mom did it again last night, your thick thing fiercely thrust into Mom’s little hole, oh, so beautiful, Mom so wishes this weren’t fantasy, but real......"
I opened another, newer one, dated just last week, which read:
「Xiaojun, you say you don’t have a girlfriend, but Mom doesn’t believe it. You’re such a good catch, Mom doesn’t believe you don’t have a girlfriend. Mom is so jealous, so reluctant to let you go. Mom loves you. Will you look down on Mom? Think Mom has something wrong with her? Mom is so afraid you’ll find out, but at the same time I want you to know. Come hug Mom quickly! Mom is madly in love with you. Mom is willing to give herself to you. Mom’s body was already yours long ago. Wait for it, Mom so hopes that one day you’ll come inside, strip Mom’s clothes off, and just like what Mom imagines in her heart, use your penis to possess me, possess Mom, rape Mom, fuck into Mom’s little pussy..........」
Looking up, I glanced at my mother, her face already flushed with a mix of shyness and affection, her eyes tenderly watching my reaction. Our mother-son understanding has reached this level, where no more words were needed. I lifted her chin, and she closed her eyes, I kissed her lips, moist and eager.
“Mm... zzz... mm... zzz...”
Mom's tongue passionately entered my mouth, stirring around, then later sucked my tongue into her mouth, while her hands and legs tightly wrapped around my body.
“Mm... mm... mm... huh...” Being actively kissed with such warmth and passion by Mom, compared with kissing Mom herself, all
However, it was different; I fully felt my mother's love and desire.
This kiss lasted nearly ten minutes before Mom reluctantly left my lips, yet it reignited our desire.
We didn't say anything more. With one exchanged glance, Mom turned over and lay prone on the examination pillow, raising her hips and spreading her legs, letting me see her pink little hole more clearly. So beautiful, so beautiful, completely tender and flushed white, not like the dark and ugly holes in porn pictures. Mom's pubic hair was soft, fine, and dense, feeling as comfortable as lush green grass to the touch. Enchanted, I lowered my head to kiss it, lick it. Just as Mom could no longer bear it, I held her plump buttocks and, with a 'squelch,' inserted my penis into Mom's dripping wet hole.
That day, Mom and I had sex continuously. Mom came again and again, and because she told me it was her safe period, I also shot my semen into her vagina without any hesitation, scalding her womb—the place that once nurtured me. Mom's bold, lewd moans seemed never to stop, shouting out all the obscene words she knew, and with my guidance, it became even more decadent to the extreme.
Such a woman—my own biological mother, a completely liberated sexual partner—I was already convinced in my heart that the ultimate sexual pleasure was all here. What more could I ask for from celestial beauties?
Our mother-son intercourse didn't conclude until ten o'clock at night. Our fluids were almost drained. The sofa, the floor, my mother's and my bed were all covered with traces of debauchery, especially on my bed where pubic hairs that had fallen during our intense sex were scattered.
After eating some snacks, my son and I embraced each other and fell asleep.
The next morning when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a pair of full buttocks, clad in a tiny pink thong, tightly wrapping the protruding flesh in the middle, with a deep crevice splitting the flesh in two. 'Oh... Mom... good... morning.' Mom was straddling me, sucking my penis. I was also being...
Woken up like this.
“Mm... early... child... mm...” Mom said and then took it in again.
I just let Mom handle me, only reaching out my hands to guide Mom's plump buttocks towards my face, and also started licking that thin seam through her panties.
"Mom... didn't you say... starting today... we would return to our usual way of getting along?"
“Mom forgot today is Sunday. From now on, Sunday isn’t within the agreement. Days off belong to us. Okay?” Mom turned over and lay on top of me.
"Of course I would like that!" I was only too happy to.
It was another beautiful morning, and we only ate breakfast after another bout of wild sex.
That day, we tidied up the house, and Mom also moved all her underwear to my room, then played a game with me. Mom strung several long ropes in my room and then asked me to go out.
After a while, he called me in. As soon as I entered the room, I was drawn to the magnificent sight before me. It turned out Mom had hung up all her panties one by one. I counted them, and there were at least a hundred pairs of all kinds, colorful and sexy underwear. Mom’s quirky tricks were truly numerous, and in fact this was only one of the many ways she used to add spice to the relationship between mother and son.
Only after Mom mentioned it did I realize that these were also among the business projects her company operated.
I only knew that Mom's company dealt in garment import and export, but I never expected it included women's underwear too. No wonder Mom had so many fancy bras and panties.
After Mom's explanation, I understood that these few pieces of fabric could have such significant differences. The underwear Mom wore was made of high-quality materials, each piece costing from several hundred to several thousand yuan. The set of red lingerie she specially bought for me yesterday actually cost over eight thousand yuan. Curiously, I repeatedly touched it, comparing it with other underwear of the same type, and only then realized there was indeed a world of difference in texture; no matter how you kneaded it, it wouldn't wrinkle.
And actually, Mom had another purpose in introducing these to me, which I didn't find out until the next morning.
When Mom was introducing them to me, she also acted as a model, putting them on one by one for me to see. When she asked me to try touching their texture, I was both caressing Mom and feeling them. That feeling was truly intoxicating.
That day, apart from Mom constantly changing her panties and bras, we were almost completely naked together the whole time. And to prevent me from getting tired of her body in the future, and to maintain the thrill of temptation, Mom always kept a set of underwear on. In fact, I quite agree with Mom's view—the allure of being half-hidden is definitely more stimulating than being completely naked.
Later, Mom kept only one set to wear; the rest she put away, folding them neatly one by one. The bras and panties were separated into more than ten stacks and placed on top of my bookshelf. But what I couldn’t understand was that she also pasted numbers like 1...2...3...4...5..... at the front of each stack. I asked her why, but mischievously she only said
Two words: “secret......t.”
Only after the intense sex before going to bed did we each return to our rooms to sleep.
The next day, we all kept our promise. After Mom woke me up, she went to work as usual.
After finishing grooming and preparing to go out, I suddenly remembered my and Mom's new secret... diary. Yesterday, after Mom revealed her secret diary to me, she said:
"Jun, from now on, the two of us mother and son will use that newly bought diary as our secret. Mom has already promised you that every day I will... will give you... give you.... Oh dear! I can't say it! You understand, that's enough. But Mom is worried again
You have sex with your mom every day; your body won’t be able to take it. Women are different from men, men don’t have enough sperm, and their spirits won’t be good either. Besides... mom really likes the feeling of your warm semen being ejaculated into mom’s body. In the future, every month mom will write my menstrual cycle on your desk calendar. During the safe period, you can feel free to cum into mom’s... ...pussy, but during ovulation you have to wear a condom. Mom is now
We can't get pregnant yet. Wait a few years. After Mom wraps up the business, we'll leave this city far behind. Once everything is arranged, Mom won't be afraid anymore, okay? But it's not convenient for Mom to buy condoms for you; you buy them yourself. Buy more and keep them handy.
Mom leaves a message in our diary every day on how to do it; you'll know once you read the message.'
Thinking of what Mom said, I hurried back to my room and opened the diary on the desk. On a new page, it read: 'Jun, for the sake of your health, Mom is going to give you a challenge. From now on, Mom will leave a riddle for you every day, just like a treasure hunt. Follow the instructions in the message to solve the puzzle. If you solve it, Mom will give you her body. If you can't solve it or miss the deadline, it doesn't count...'
Seeing this, I truly admired Mom. To manage a company for so many years, she was no ordinary woman. Her ideas were not only numerous but always unexpected. More importantly, she made our mother-son sexual life incredibly fun. I couldn't help but sigh: if couples in this world had even half the passion Mom had, how could there be unhappy pairs? To have a woman like Mom, what more could one ask for?
I then continued reading.
“...Okay, today’s riddle is---Northern Hemisphere, 75, Southern Hemisphere, 18----that’s it, dear
"Beloved son, go seek treasure!"
Oh my god! What is this? Latitude? South latitude? East longitude? West longitude? But even with these coordinates, there's no map like this, right? I racked my brains and still couldn't figure it out when I went out.
During my lunch break, I went over yesterday's events again, trying to see if I could find any clues. Mom was really slick, what kind of topic was that!
Suddenly, I thought of it.
In the afternoon I hurried home. I went into the room to look at Mom’s masterpiece from yesterday: row after row of underwear and panties with numbers attached. The Northern Hemisphere refers to the bras on top; 75 is the fifth item in the seventh row. The Southern Hemisphere is the triangle panties on the bookshelf below; 18 is the eighth item in the first row.
Sure enough, I first took out the bra from the seventh row, fifth item. Inside was a note that read:
「21:00」
Time found. I took out the eighth pair of underwear from the first row again, an extremely provocative black lace panty, inside which was also a note that read:
「Do you like this panty ？ Mom will wear it for you. Kitchen 」
Mom wants me to bring this pair of panties to the kitchen at nine o'clock tonight.
After Mom came back, I deliberately pretended to be anxious, occasionally casting pleading glances at Mom during dinner. Mom still didn't break the agreement, but while clearing the table, she gently pinched my nose and said, 'Silly!' Finally, it was almost nine o'clock. I saw Mom go into the kitchen, so I put the panties in my pocket and followed her into the kitchen. As soon as I entered, I said, 'Mom, I'm so hungry, is there anything to eat?'
I saw the joy on my mother's face when I entered turn into disappointment in an instant.
"Okay, you go wait outside first. I'll cook something for you to eat." Mom's voice also seemed to become very depressed. Just as Mom turned around to turn on the stove, I took out those panties, wrapped my arms around her from behind, and held them up in front of Mom.
"Alright! You bully Mom... deliberately teasing me... so bad..." Mom said coquettishly in a burst of delight.
"Mom, you're so clever; how could your son be stupid?"
"Jun... Mom has confidence in you, but... you're so bad! You teased Mom the whole evening and made Mom worry."
"Who told you to come up with such a strange question? Fine, a promise is a promise, okay!" I handed the briefs to Mom. Right in front of me, Mom took off her clothes one by one, then put on that black lace briefs.
After some fondling, I turned Mom's body around, pulled her panties down to her thighs, spread her legs, held my penis, and from behind, with a 'squelch' sound, inserted it into Mom's pussy.
"Ah... my dear son... Mom loves you to death... so smart... as expected of... ah... Mom's own flesh and blood... mm."
..Do it... solve the puzzle... Mom is... her own son's... pussy... ah... what a beautiful pussy... ah...
My own son... your cock is so thick... so long... ah... it's hitting inside... ah... you're making mommy feel so good..
...ah...ah...do it...fuck mommy hard...mommy really likes you fucking me......"
After thrusting for a while, we changed from standing to Mom kneeling on the floor tiles, and after another while, I lifted Mom onto the washbasin counter, thrusting vigorously.
And so, my mother and I completed another sexual intercourse filled with passion and pleasure.
Before bed, I was filled with anticipation, looking forward to another wave of climax tomorrow.
Amidst this atmosphere filled with challenges and excitement, we, mother and son, took delight in our daily intimate encounters without ever growing tired of them.
Of course, it's not truly like this every single day. Sometimes when she's unwell or overly tired from work, even though she still quizzes me as agreed, I deliberately pretend not to guess the answers to let her rest. And Mom, of course, understands, feeling touched by my care and consideration. The deep, intimate love between us mother and son has long transcended ordinary male-female relationships based solely on sex.
But I really admired Mom’s endless stream of ideas. Sometimes they were simple, sometimes difficult, but for the sake of adding some spice to life, she really put a lot of thought into it. For example, once she only wrote “ice” in the diary. I found the ice cube tray in the freezer, dissolved all the little ice cubes one by one, and inside one of them found a note written with a marker, saying:
"These ice cubes aren't enough to extinguish the fire of mother-son passion. Mom needs you. At 10 p.m., Mom will be waiting for you in the room" The harder examples were quite admirable to me; for example, once Mom wrote in her diary:
「X-1023
00:56:38」
I couldn't figure it out no matter how hard I thought, what does X-1023 represent? 00:56:38 — is that a time? 12:56 a.m.
Thirty-eight seconds? Impossible. We still have to unlock X-1023 first.
I finally, because of the letter X, started searching for the target in a sexual direction and finally found a video tape labeled 'Lustful Mother' among a pile of tapes on the bookshelf. The serial number on it was X-1023, so 00:56:38 should be...
It should be playback time. So I rewound the video recorder to zero and pressed fast-forward. The numbers on the recorder spun rapidly until I pressed pause at 00:56:38. I only saw the subtitle on the screen was:
“After dinner, Mom will be waiting for you in the room. You’re coming, right!”
That was a scene in the film where the mother was making advances to her son.
Puzzle games like these make me feel that even if I can't solve them, I'm willing, and solving them brings even more pleasure. Once, I even solved the puzzle just as time ran out. That time, Mom's message only had the two letters 'PC.' Of course, I immediately thought of a computer, so as soon as I got home, I turned on the computer to look for the answer. But after searching through all the erotic pictures and articles I had collected, I still couldn't find it. Later, I thought of using the date to search, thinking Mom might have created a new text file and hidden it in that directory. So I locked the date to the past few days, but I was also afraid Mom might have changed the date after typing it. Finally, I found one, but it was a directory, not a file—a directory named MyDe. I excitedly opened it, only to find a bunch of subdirectories starting with 'a.'
After looking through everything, I realized only the arS directory had anything in it; the others were all empty. I thought to myself, Mom must have set up who knows how many layers of subdirectories, but the answer would eventually appear. I finally opened the last directory called irty, and inside there was also a text file.
Finally got it open, but when I opened this text file, the words written inside were:
"Keep it up! You're almost through!"
Oh my god! What is this all about!
I tried hard again to find clues, but it was still useless. I couldn't help but curse Microsoft's Win95 system for being so terrible.
, so I left the Win95 screen, jumped to DOS and searched again. When I went into each one again, I found nothing.
When obtaining it, suddenly noticed a string of words on the screen:
c:mydearsonmomwantyou*mei bathroomatseven-thirty
I had a sudden inspiration, copied it down, and went back to Win95, because in Win95 you could set the directory size.
It can be written, but it can’t be seen under Dos. So I combined all the directories, and the result was:
c:MydearSonMomWantYouFucKMei BathRoomatSeven-thirty
Space it out as:
My Dear Son. Mom Want You Fuck Me in Bathroom, at Seven-thirty.
Genius! Mom is really such a genius.
It was at that moment I realized the time was exactly 7:30. Just before going in, Mom had playfully patted my head and said, 'Good luck!'
I immediately took off all my clothes and pushed open the bathroom door, but Mom was sitting fully dressed beside the bathtub, smiling at me. 'Fun, right?' Mom said playfully with a smile.
"Mom, you little trickster!" I picked her up and started taking off her clothes.
"Child, help mom take a bath, okay?"
"Okay!" After I stripped Mom naked, I started rubbing soap all over her body, and also smeared soap all over my erect penis.
After applying soap, without a word, I held onto my mother's ample buttocks and inserted my penis from behind into her vagina, beginning to thrust.
"Ah... mm... ah..." Mom held onto the bathtub with both hands and from time to time looked back, with alluring eyes, lovingly at
I.
"Ah... Jun... good son... you... helping Mom wash... wash... bathe... or wash Mom's pussy..."
After only thrusting a few times, from Mom's little hole, many bubbles were brought out with each thrust in and out. Soon, our lower parts were almost entirely covered by soap suds.
"Ah... Jun... is it okay?... Mom... is already ready... ah..."
I understand what Mom means; this scene is one we read together in the novel.
In the bathroom, the son used his penis, coated in soap, to insert into his mother’s anus and engage in anal sex.
I knew Mom had been eager to try, wanting to know what it felt like.
"Mom, you have to bear with it a little, okay!" Mom wanted to give me her anus; perhaps that was also another way of expressing love. Women all want to give their first time to the person they love most.
I pulled the penis out of her vagina and lifted it up, gently pressing it against that cluster of anal rosebuds.
"Coming... mom..." I used the glans, following the slipperiness of the soap, and gently pushed in.
"Ah... it hurts... so painful... stop... stop for a moment..." Mom cried out in pain. I immediately stopped, and in fact only the glans had gone in.
"Mom, seeing how uncomfortable you are, let's not do this anymore, okay?" I said, about to pull out.
“Don’t... good son... it’s okay... it’s just like a girl losing her virginity... it’ll be fine in a moment... besides
...Mom truly wanted to give her first time... and even every time after that... to the son I love most...
Take your time... Mommy can take it... come on... push it in a little more slowly...
Alright! Since Mom says so, I'll slowly advance forward.
“Mm... ah... ah... light... light...” Mom was trying very hard to endure it.
I thought to myself, maybe this is like tearing off a Salonpas patch—the slower you tear, the more it hurts. So I thrust forward with all my might, regardless.
"Ah... Jun... you're bad..." The penis had already gone fully into Mom's anus.
This feeling of being tightly enveloped by the flesh wall is incredibly comfortable. After a while...
"Jun... Mom finally gave you her first time... From now on Mom will always be yours... Are you comfortable?"
"Mom, I feel very comfortable, but I don't want you to suffer this kind of pain."
“It won’t... come... try moving... Mom’s place is a bit itchy...”
Then I started thrusting.
"Mm... mm... Mom... it's starting to feel a bit... ah... a bit numb... but... ah... also a bit comfortable
...Ah... weird... son... your dick is inside Mom's ass... but... Mom's pussy... is good
'Comfortable... ah...'
While thrusting, I extended my fingers down into Mom's hole, moving them in and out and kneading her clitoris.
"Ah... so... so beautiful... good son... this feeling... is too thrilling... Heavens... heavens... Jun... Mom
Mom... both of mom's holes... have been done by you... ah... ah... son... dear son... mom is going crazy...
You’re so good... so skilled at penetration...」
After thrusting for a while, I suddenly pulled out, then inserted into Mom's vagina again.
"Ah... Jun... don't you like Mom's new pussy...?"
"Mom... I love it to death... but you have two pussies now... both of them have to be used... only then is it fair..."
"Ah... mm... truly my own son... Mom loves you... dear Mom loves dear dear son... no... no, not..."
"It's Mommy's... little pussy loves her son's cock to fuck... ah... ah... so beautiful..." My penis shuttled back and forth between the two fleshy holes, sometimes thrusting into the top one, sometimes into the bottom one. I fucked Mom until she almost passed out.
Finally, I thrust with all my might, ejaculating my semen into my mother's vagina.
"Ah... it's gone... Mom gives it to you..." Mom also reached orgasm at the same time.
Thanks to my mother's efforts in creating excitement, the sexual life between us mother and son has not grown stale but has become increasingly sweet. Also, because we adjusted appropriately, even when we went out together, we never showed any signs of abnormality. My mother would often give me special praise after we returned from outings, allowing me to have sex with her without needing to solve any puzzles.
We didn't plan to run away and get married. For one, our tacit understanding kept us from being suspected; secondly, Mom said that once we got married, we wouldn't be mother and son anymore, but husband and wife. The incestuous sex between mother and son—we both enjoyed the thrill of defying societal morals. So, using the mother-son relationship for sex was more stimulating than a husband-wife relationship. We both loved this stimulation and shared the blood of incest.
Later, when we made use of the summer vacation, we planned a month-long trip, and as for this trip—how, on a night in a scenic spot in Taiwan, we had wild sex by the seaside; how, in the toilet of a train at some off-peak hour, we lifted Mom’s skirt and pushed into Mom’s pussy; and how we left traces of our mother-and-son love in major hotels and inns—this was yet another story...........
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