Making Love with Mom Next to Dad (Part 2) (Transformation Series Adult Novels)

[table][tr][td]Mom is a woman, and she has a sensitivity that is unique to women. Maybe she felt it when I took off her panties, but she didn't know how to deal with the situation or face me. Maybe it was more of a maternal love, she was afraid of leaving a shadow on my heart, worried that I would suppress the restlessness of youth, so she never said a word and pretended not to know. My glans had never been directly stimulated by a woman's lubricated and plump labia, and I almost ejaculated when it came into contact. I endured it for two minutes and felt that my mother's breathing was not so even. It was not like the regular rise and fall of her chest just now. Instead, it was as if she was intentionally suppressing it for a while and then exhaling gently. Later, it was so comfortable, happier than being a god, that I couldn't resist my urge. I kept thrusting in and out, invading my mother's body, regardless of the destruction of heaven and earth. I tilted my head to free up one hand to grab her breast, lifted my mother's arm and covered her armpit with my face, inhaled deeply through my nostrils and licked the breast muscles on the side of my mother's chest with my tongue from time to time! "Yeah, Mom, I love you!" I said speechlessly, and Mom actually said "Yeah" as if she heard what I said. Her lower body suddenly contracted, and it was the first time I experienced this ecstasy, and I couldn't bear it. I let out an unstoppable volcanic eruption and sprayed my semen into the space between Mom's labia that was slightly opened by my glans... I was so tired as if I had fought a life-and-death battle that I fell into a deep sleep without even having time to express my joy, let alone clean up the battlefield. In a daze, my mother got up. There was light and the sound of water coming from the bathroom. My lower body seemed to be wiped by a warm and wet towel... Does my mother know what I did last night? Did she scream when I ejaculated? Are those contractions, mom, real? Could it be an illusion? Who knows? I only know that when I came back from school the next day at noon, I hung the waistband of my trousers on the chair to dry in the school playground, and they fluttered in the wind like a national flag!

My mother didn't say anything. She still ate and chatted with me as before. My uneasy heart calmed down a lot. Once a young man has experienced the joy of sex, he will never forget it and will never be able to get rid of its magic.

I became addicted to the "game" of feeling my mother's presence with my naked body in the night. My glans was extremely eager to be wrapped by the labia again and feel its contraction. More importantly, your noble and beautiful mother will become more gentle and moving under the beating of your whip, which adds another flavor to the ordinary maternal love. You will suddenly feel powerful and feel that you can conquer all women: tall or short, beautiful or ugly, because you have won your mother, the greatest woman, so what's the difficulty in whipping other women!

After the first time, I was much braver when I approached my mother the second time. Not long after my mother lay down, I touched her soft belly and called out "Mom". She didn't answer, so I went further to touch her breasts. After a while, I couldn't help it and pressed my whole body against her and started to have sex with her body. I knew my mother must have felt my actions, because I slammed her body so hard that the iron bunk bed creaked. My mother can even hear the footsteps of a mouse foraging for food at night, so how could she not know about such a loud noise made by a person like her? And every time I speed up, my mother's breathing rate will become much heavier. When I climax and ejaculate, she often makes a subtle sound similar to moan, and her vagina will contract for a while. At this time, I tried my best to hold my mother's vaginal opening tightly and not move until the semen was completely ejaculated and coated my mother's vulva and inner thighs.

After finishing, I am often too tired to fall asleep, and my mother will get up after half an hour to help me clean up the mess... We keep an unspoken secret at night, not turning on the lights, and treating waking up as a comfortable dream. We eat and laugh as usual during the day, and are as close to each other as mother and son.

I once asked my mother why she allowed me to do whatever I wanted at that time. She said that she was worried that I would harm my health. She thought that after the restlessness of adolescence had subsided, I would be able to restrain myself as long as I didn't let these distractions affect my studies. In addition, the couple had been separated for a long time, and even if the father came back, they did not have many opportunities to be close to each other. My masculine scent gave her a sense of relaxation and comfort both physically and mentally. Her accumulated skin hunger felt tingling and pleasant under my touch, and subconsciously, she did not reject my masculine behavior of seeking pleasure. My mother said that every time I ejaculated, she thought of me as her father, but her son's real body would bring her mind back to reality. The images of me and his father appeared in front of her repeatedly. Under this double stimulation, she often couldn't control herself and had a feeling similar to orgasm, and her vagina began to contract vigorously. I had no skills at that time, and I approached my mother's body completely by instinct. My movements were rough and irregular, and sometimes it seemed like I was biting her and hurt her. In many cases, I just inserted my penis around her buttocks, anus, and perineum, only caring about my own pleasure. I could not satisfy a woman's normal physiological desires at all. If it were not for my mother's infinite tolerance of maternal love for me and my own rich fantasies, and the memories of having sex with my father brought me more pleasure, it would have been difficult for me to experience the contraction of my mother's vaginal opening (we never inserted vaginal penetration at that time. My mother clamped my penis with her thighs, and I used the glans to push against my mother's vaginal opening).

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My mother is not very proficient in masturbation skills. The hand she touched her lower body just used her fingers to gently separate her labia and rubbed it slightly without inserting it directly. She retracted her tongue as soon as it protruded from her teeth under her rosy lips - maybe licking her lips with her tongue would make her feel lewd. She is a traditional woman who loves her husband and children and takes care of her family. If she hadn't doted on me, she wouldn't allow me to do anything wrong with her. So every time I expressed my dissatisfaction or jealousy towards my father, she tried her best to defend my father's authority! "Zhihao!" She called out Daddy's name. This name was a huge blow to me. After our mother-son sexual relationship deepened, she called out Daddy's name several times during the climax of pleasure. I was very angry. Once, when I was holding my mother's legs on my shoulders, I heard her calling "Dad". My penis softened inside her vagina on the spot. My mother was scared and thought she would make me impotent. From then on, she never mentioned "Dad" in front of me when we had sex.

After my mother finished masturbating, I couldn't bear it anymore and turned over the quilt to press on her soft body. I rubbed and moved her vagina to express my jealousy of her calling Daddy's name. She just gently stroked and patted my back... We fell asleep in exhaustion. The next day was Saturday, and my mother went to tutor a child of an acquaintance. He was one year older than me, and later failed a grade and became my classmate. His name was Xiaojun. I was bored at home alone. Aunt Du came out to wash vegetables and saw me playing marbles. She asked me to go to her house to play games. After I went in, she locked the door, came close to me and said she wanted to play Contra with me and asked me to teach her. Then she deliberately rubbed her big breasts against my arm. She was from Shandong, tall and strong. Although she was 49 years old, she still had a lot of charm.

After playing for a while, she suddenly grabbed my hand and said: Xiaolong, Aunt Du will teach you another game, it's very fun! I said: What game? She pressed my hand on her big breasts and said, "Touch a woman's breasts!" I pulled my hand back forcefully: "Your breasts are not fun at all, not as good as my mother's!" Aunt Du laughed out loud, looking a little wanton, in stark contrast to my mother. I blinked in disgust. She said, "Your mother's breasts belong to your father. Look at the lustful looks those young men in the yard give your mother. Maybe they're not just your father's!" I said, "Bah, my mother said you're an old and indecent woman. I don't want to play anymore. I want to go back." I got up to leave but Aunt Du grabbed me. She was afraid that I would shout, so she said in a flattering manner, "Come, Aunt Du will get you some fruit." Why don’t you wait until your mother comes back before going back? Under the huge material temptation of games and fruits, I stayed in Aunt Du's room and sat on the floor to play games. But she lay beside me and fed me a piece of fruit from time to time. Her hands were on my calves in shorts and she stroked them. She grabbed her breasts, walked behind me and rested her head on my shoulders, pressing her huge breasts against my back. I could feel that she was not wearing a bra. She blew air into my ear with her mouth and hummed through her nose. Her hand began to move down my collar and into the inside of my underwear.

How could a young boy bear such stimulation? My penis quickly became erect. I was playing games while she held my penis with her big hand. She put a piece of fruit in her mouth and put it over mine. I remembered my mother feeding me with her mouth. The familiar feeling instantly made me lose the strength to resist. Aunt Du pushed me down, stood up and took off her clothes. I was lying on the floor and looking up at her whole body: her huge breasts were a little droopy, her areola was obviously large, her nipples were dark red, her lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and her lower body was a forest of black hair. When she squatted down and rode on my lower body, the bush of hair seemed to entangle me to death.

She roughly took off my short shirt and finally tore off one of my buttons. The long-term loneliness of living alone made this woman of her age, who was as fierce as a wolf, extremely eager for sexual comfort. She pulled my panties up to my knees and pressed them up. Her huge breasts covered my head. I could only breathe deeply through the gap in her cleavage, otherwise I would suffocate. She grabbed my hands and held them down with both hands, and her lower body kept sinking and rising rapidly, moaning like a sow. Her vagina was too loose compared to my mother's tight vagina, and her strong body odor made it impossible for me to reach orgasm! As a result, she kept moving on me for more than half an hour and had three orgasms, but my penis was still hard. She rode on me and panted with satisfaction. She was afraid that my mother would come back, so she got up to help me put on my pants and warned me in a fierce manner: Don't tell anyone what happened today.

I nodded in agreement and prepared to leave. Aunt Du touched and grabbed my hard penis and said, "Let me show you what a woman is and what happiness is!" After that, she pushed me against the door panel, took off my pants, and asked me to stand while she gave me a blowjob... She blew and sucked my glans with big mouthfuls as if she enjoyed it very much. My penis and testicles were soaked with her saliva. It was the first time I felt the pleasure of a woman's blowjob. I couldn't hold on for more than 5 minutes before I ejaculated my thick semen into her mouth. At that moment, Aunt Du seemed to have an orgasm and screamed from her throat. She felt the submissive happiness of being possessed and conquered by a man... Aunt Du wiped the semen flowing from the corner of her mouth and swallowed it all like sucking noodles. She also licked and sucked the throbbing glans of my penis for more than 30 seconds after I ejaculated, without missing any drop of semen, and cleaned my lower body with her mouth.

That night, I only told my mother that the button fell off while I was playing, and I didn't tell her about going to Aunt Du's house. My mother was mending my clothes stitch by stitch under the lamp. Her posture was calm and virtuous, revealing a strong maternal aura... I suddenly understood what a woman's selfless love is: she is gentle and considerate to you, calling your name softly, silently bearing your willfulness, and tolerating all your faults. You have already got her soul before you get her body!

With Aunt Du, I vent my sexual desire crazily; with my mother, I am obsessed with love - I love my mother, just like she loves me without any reason. Our mother-son love transcends love between men and women, and we selflessly share each other's happiness!

As soon as I got off my mother, she hurriedly turned off the gas. She scolded: "Mom is going to beat you up. You won't even stop for a moment!" I looked at my mother's expression and thought to myself: Who in the world can be as close and intimate as a mother and son? When a man and a woman make love, at most the man inserts into the woman's vagina, but the son grows in the mother's womb for nine months and is pulled out of the mother's body from the inside out through the cervix - the mother's love for her son is different from the love between men and women. She loves her son from the inside out of her body. The son's entire body has been wrapped in every inch of the inner wall of the mother's vagina, in tight contact. The son's little mouth has long kissed his mother's most mysterious little mouth at the entrance of the uterus - that part only the son can touch and kiss! A mother can love her father deeply in life, but only her son can make her devote herself to him regardless of life and death. That is why maternal love is greater than romantic love. I shouldn't be jealous of my dad, it's my dad who should be jealous of me!

I said, "Mom, if the noodle soup is burnt, then we can just not have a midnight snack. Anyway, I just had a midnight snack with you!" My mother's ears turned red when she heard that. She said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll hit you!" Then she pretended to slap me in the face. After we finished cleaning up, I went to the living room and wolfed down the noodle soup. I don’t know why I always feel a little hungry after finishing. Maybe it’s because growing teenagers have greater nutritional needs and the energy they consume must be replenished in time.

My mother looked at me while I was eating, patted my back with a smile and told me to eat slowly, but she didn't eat herself. I picked up a piece of pork and gave it to my mother. I walked over to her and sucked her mouth in a naughty manner and said, "Mom, feed the baby!" My mother burst out laughing. I hugged my mother and pressed her on the sofa to suck the food from her mouth. We had just finished and had no need for that. They were just playing the intimate "feeding game" in the living room, laughing and scolding each other, expressing their attachment to each other. There was the sound of a cane coming from the stairs. It was grandpa coming downstairs. He had insomnia and sometimes would get up and go downstairs for a walk. We immediately separated and sat on the sofa, and my mother straightened the corner of her clothes. Grandpa saw us having a midnight snack and said, "Wen, go to bed early. Xiaolong has to go to school tomorrow!" Mom said, "I know, Dad. We'll go to bed after we finish eating! You should rest too. It's cold outside, so wear more clothes and don't catch a cold!"

Grandpa walked around the house and went back to his room. At this time, the old bronze wooden clock struck twelve times, and it was exactly midnight. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : I think even if Dad wasn't the deputy division commander, but a worthless gambler, drunkard or bad guy, she would have silently accepted him and not been tempted or seduced by any external material or men, just like her soft hair exuding a quiet virtue. If her son had not used her motherly instinct to break through her defenses against him, her beautiful body would have belonged to her husband alone forever... Thinking of this, I turned around and leaned my head against my mother's waist and hugged her tightly. I put my nose against my mother's vagina and took a few deep breaths of the "maternal love" emanating from it and said, "Mom, you are everything to me!" I paused: "Mom, the first time I had sex with a woman was not with you!" "What? That's not right. You were only 14 when you did that with mom. How could you be so young and have sex with other women..." "Mom, 14 is not young. Some people now develop at the age of 9! Do you remember the girl named 'Minmin' in the yard? You even gave her extra lessons! Teacher Liu's daughter, you must know her." "Oh, the girl who looks very quiet?"...Minmin is also the daughter of a teacher in the teachers' compound. We often played together. When we were about 6 or 7 years old, a friend suggested playing a game of house pretending to be a couple. She and I drew lots to be in a group to play the husband and wife, and the others played our son. We cooked with mud, made tables with slate, made dishes with wild flowers and weeds, and took care of the "child" and had a lot of fun. When it was getting dark and we were about to end our game, a fat friend said that husbands and wives have to kiss each other after dark. This was what his father told him, so Minmin and I had to kiss before the game was over. The companions who pretended to be our children also encouraged us to kiss each other, so we shyly touched each other's lips and ran home... The first kiss happened beautifully in this way, if the kiss between mother and son does not count. Later we often played this game. One day, her parents were not at home, and a few of us were watching TV at her house. She took out some candies to "treat" us, and was busy serving us tea and water, just like a little adult. Xiaopang, Huzi and Qiangqiang were clamoring to play poker, so she went into her parents' bedroom to look for them. After searching for a long time without finding them, she asked me to go in and help. We searched through all the boxes and cupboards for her mother's underwear but couldn't find it. Then, outside, Fatty's voice came, "Hey, isn't this it? We found it next to the TV station. No need to look for it anymore!"

We stuffed the things back, and I took a draft book and said, "Minmin, this is your drawing, it's so beautiful!" "Yes!" She sat next to me and we chatted about the draft drawing. I looked at her little mouth and remembered the kiss that day, and suggested, "Let's play house, or pretend to be a couple!" We played for a while, and Minmin said, "My mother said that a husband and wife are not happy without a child. Let's find someone to pretend to be a child!" "Adults can give birth to children, wouldn't it be better if we have one?" "How do we give birth? Do we have to sleep together like my parents do?" "Maybe, let's try..." We both got into her parents' spring bed, covered ourselves with the quilt and hugged each other. After a while she said, "No, we can't have children. Xiaopang said that his parents kissed before he gave birth!" "Then let's kiss?" "Yeah!" Our two little mouths were pressed together without moving, and we could feel each other's breathing. "Kissing is so boring." Minmin pushed me away and said, "It's not fun at all!" We sat on the bed with pillows on our heads, and Minmin suddenly exclaimed, "I know how to make kissing fun!" She got out of bed, took out a candy from the corner of the box, peeled off the candy wrapper, put half of it in her mouth, and said, "If you kiss with the candy in your mouth like this, your mouth will feel sweet!" So we rolled around each other again, sucking, biting and licking the candy in our mouths, playing the innocent game of playing house. I am very familiar with this game, which is similar to eating from mother's mouth. Sometimes Minmin doesn't hold the candy firmly in her mouth and the candy falls into her tongue, but I can also skillfully scoop it out of her mouth. I touch her undeveloped little nipples like touching mother's breasts. She doesn't say a word and I can see that she likes me doing that. I lay on top of her, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. I didn't understand anything at that time, I just felt it was very comfortable and fun, and my heart was itching... We probably dissolved the candy in our mouths, and Minmin said, "I want to pee!" I got up and she went to the toilet... The guys in the hall were watching TV and playing cards, and they didn't notice at all the exploration journey of the mysterious world that Minmin and I had just taken!

From then on, it was like we had discovered a door of unknown temptation, and we couldn't help but walk in to explore again and again. We often play the husband-wife kissing game when no one is around and the girl often carries candies in her pocket, and she will put one in her mouth and then kiss us like she did the first time. I used the experience of eating with my mother to suck her mouth and touch her tender body. She trembled slightly all over and hugged me tightly, letting me kiss and touch her. Later, we had this kind of experience more often, and naturally when there was no one around, we could understand each other's needs without even eye contact. We left traces of our "marital love" on her parents' bed, my mother's and my bed, in the bushes we passed by on the way home from school, and next to the dry well... She truly became my first woman when I was 9 years old. We secretly tasted "candy" for two years. Her parents applied for a government-funded trip (only couples can travel) and entrusted her to my mother's care.

During the holiday, my mother took her and me back to her hometown, and we went to the back mountain holding hands. Seeing that there was no one around, we hugged and kissed again. This time I felt very excited and pushed her down at the root of a big tree. Her nipples, which were slightly bigger than rice grains, were bulging out when I touched them. I took off her coat and lifted up her thin white shirt as if I was sucking mother's milk. I touched, sucked and scratched her tender, snow-white, flat breasts. Her rosy and pink areola, the size of a fifty-cent coin, was covered with my saliva, and her small nipples were sucked by me until they bulged out into a small dot. Instinctively, I rode on her body and moved my lower body (in the past two years, we often did some actions similar to sex through our clothes. She touched my penis and I touched her vagina. It was really comfortable). For the first time, I put my hand into her pants and touched her vagina directly. It was very tender and smooth, without any hair, like a small round bowl with a crack in the middle. She closed her eyes tightly, her lips trembled slightly, and her facial expression looked like a silent moan or cry. We hurriedly took off our pants. I had seen and touched my mother's vagina since I was a child. Although her undeveloped vagina could not be compared with my mother's mature vagina, which was so exciting, it felt different to touch. I kissed her all the way down from her nipples, then gave her vagina a hard, wet kiss, licking her labia and slit up and down with my tongue. I sucked with a sizzling sound, and she actually sobbed like she was crying. This must be the moan of a little girl... I threw myself on her body, and she shouted, "No!" She pushed me down with trembling hands and let me do it. I used my immature penis to poke and rub her tender vagina, and I pressed her down hard and pushed in without knowing how. Her vagina was so tight and narrow, and there was not much fluid in it (women will not secrete much fluid no matter how hard you do it before they are fully developed, because the vaginal walls are not mature), but it was just the right size for my small and hard penis. I thrust my buttocks forward, and with a "gulp" the penis was buried inside, but I didn't know what to do next.

The two of us were naked and hugging each other, one on top and one on the bottom, not moving at all. After a while, she said, "Move your butt like we used to when we were hugging each other!" My nipples were completely pressed against hers, and so were the rest of my body. Her undeveloped breasts could not lift my body up like her mother's, so there was no feeling of flattening a sphere, but for a child without sexual intelligence, penetration into the vagina is the most instinctive and primitive pleasure. I pumped my butt regardless of anything, and my penis was thrust into her tender virgin land... Warm light poured down from the gaps in the trees. A white flower fell on my naked shoulders, emitting bursts of fragrance... My bladder was tight, and I "ejaculated". I screamed - my glans began to urinate in her dense vagina, and her undeveloped uterus was strongly impacted by the stream of urine, causing her to arch her body and close her eyes as if crying to endure extreme pleasure. I urinated in her vagina for more than two minutes. The urine kept seeping out from the crack of her vagina and sprayed onto my lower abdomen and thighs. Several drops splashed onto my face. I lay powerlessly on top of her, my testicles twitching from time to time, and every time they twitched, a few drops of urine came out and fell deep into her vagina. Maybe it was the stimulation that aroused her urge to urinate, and suddenly she also began to urinate. The urethra of a girl is outside the vagina, and the urine stream instantly shot towards my chest and abdomen, then bounced back to her chest and abdomen, and finally flowed from her neck to the ground... The indescribable happiness brought the two children into an extreme fairyland. I suddenly straightened my waist and quickly thrust into her vagina! Magnolia tree, the place where mom and dad had their first relationship, and somehow a little girl and I also completed our first time under this ancient sunshade tree for thousands of years! The magnolia flowers smell so good... "So damn good!" I turned around and leaned my head against my mother's waist and hugged her tightly. I put my nose against my mother's vulva and took a few deep breaths of the "maternal love" emanating from it, intoxicated. Mom tapped my forehead and said, "Don't say bad words. No wonder I blushed when I talked about you when I was tutoring Minmin! How long did your relationship with her last?" "Since we moved, so I've been the one to get her to have such a good figure and plump body!" Mom pinched my nose and said, "Don't be so conceited. Girls are different from men. Their bodies are very important. What if the man she marries in the future finds out about what happened between you and her?" "It's easy. She'll just serve me, your master, for the rest of her life!" "Ha, you wish..." Mom glared at me deliberately. I sat up and tickled her armpits, but she resisted. We pushed and hugged each other on the sofa and played softly... Minmin and I haven't been in touch for several years. I heard that she skipped grades and was admitted to a key university in the province, and there were many people chasing after her at school. I didn't tell my mother that Aunt Du was the second woman I had sex with. If I told her, my mother would be very angry because Minmin and I are of the same age, and Aunt Du would be suspected of misleading children. My mother might think that she raped me - which was indeed no different from rape, but I cannot deny that I felt very good at that time.

About three months after I had actual sex with my mother while “playing games” at Aunt Du’s house, Aunt Du asked me to go to her house several times, and she took the initiative every time. As a teenager, I was easily seduced by a middle-aged woman, and I couldn't help but half-resist having sex with her. Her big breasts filled my small mouth. I had to hold one big breast with both palms and use all my strength to give her enough stimulation. Although I didn't like her smell, she taught me many skills. She let me try oral sex and even anal sex.

So in my mother's eyes, I was a restless child in adolescence. However, my understanding of women was deeper than my mother imagined. I learned to appreciate and taste women instead of just enjoying their bodies restlessly. Minmin, my mother and Aunt Du are three different kinds of women. Minmin is a simple girl, through her she helps me get rid of my immaturity and shyness; my mother is a virtuous woman, through her she brings me a woman's warmth and understanding; Aunt Du is a lonely woman, through her she teaches me how to show masculine brutality and strength...So I no longer express my masculine brutality and strength to my mother in a immature and shy way. No matter what I do, she will use a woman's warmth and understanding to soothe my restless body and mind.

That summer, my mother and I went on a trip out of the province, and a deputy mayor of a city insisted on driving us all the way. There are many people who try to curry favor with Dad, but this deputy mayor heard that someone is powerful, so there is no need to curry favor with Dad or anything like that. But we couldn't refuse his "enthusiasm", so my dad asked him to accompany my son and me and drive for us, and then we would go to my dad's army to reimburse the travel expenses (of course, it was just talk, he of course reimbursed it at his own unit). Along the way, he carried bags for us, bought water and handed us paper, drove to deliver things even if they were a few steps away, and booked hotel rooms in advance. He took care of everything. As we chatted on the way, he turned out to be my mother's college classmate. He said that he had pursued my mother back then and wrote her a love letter, but he didn't know if she received it. He laughed and said that he still regretted it. So my mother chatted with him familiarly all the way.

The ease and enjoyment of the journey made us mother and son relax a lot. We took a bath together, watched TV together after bathing, and slept in the same bed late at night. At night, I quietly put my hands on my mother's body, and groped her body as I did at night before, pressing myself against her and intoxicated in a world of softness and fragrance... The environment of the hotel, coupled with the pleasure of the journey, made my mother relax rarely, and my increasingly sophisticated skills made her breath gasp, her body twisted slightly and tremble weakly. Suddenly I turned on the orange light beside the bed. Without the protection of the night, our smooth bodies, mother and son, stuck together, were completely exposed. My mother was startled, and her face turned red with an awkward expression. She said in a voice quieter than a mosquito, "Turn off the light." Her protest was so weak, and I was no longer the young boy who was ignorant of women. Under the light, my mother's skin was rosy, tender and smooth. Her thin panties were rolled up to her thighs. Her close-fitting cotton underwear was turned over her chest as she lay on her side, revealing her full and round breasts like peaches. The slight sweat on her neck made her look even more charming and feminine.

I hugged my mother tighter, grasped her breasts, put my mouth close to her shoulders, neck and face, kissed her and said, "Mom, I want to look at you. We have been like this for so long at night, and you never let me turn on the lights. During the day, we mother and son pretend nothing happened and avoid the problem. I don't want this. Mom, let me turn on the lights and do it. Men can have an orgasm when they look at women!" As I spoke, I kissed and touched my mother's body with my mouth and hands. I used all the experience I learned from Aunt Du on my mother. She excited me so much that she couldn't help but moan a few times, and just whispered, "Don't put it in!" and let me do it without saying anything... I got great satisfaction from the perspective and psychology that night. Although I still only rubbed my mother's vagina until I ejaculated, I finally realized under the light that my mother was such a beautiful young woman with a breathtaking beauty. After ejaculating the last drop of semen, I fell into a deep sleep exhausted, when a word from a cartoon suddenly flashed through my mind: The best! I got up to pee in the middle of the night, and my mother was not asleep when I went to bed. I asked, "Mom, why aren't you asleep!" She said, "I can't sleep." After a while, she sat up and said, "Your dad must not know about our mother-son relationship. If you need it in the future, I can give it to you. But don't let anyone know..." I leaned on my mother's arms and said, "Mom, you are so good to me!" "Silly boy, I'm your mother. I will stand by you no matter what the situation is. Well, who told you that men can have an orgasm more when looking at women? Don't read those boring books. They teach bad people!"... Later, the deputy mayor drove my son and me from one place to another for fun. He took care of all the miscellaneous matters so that we could enjoy the journey without being disturbed. Every night, my mother and I roll around in bed, and I let my youthful energy flow into the body of the mature and voluptuous young woman. Every time the lights were on, my mother would close her eyes to avoid my passionate gaze that scanned every inch of her skin. My mouth kissed my mother's beautiful face like raindrops, sucked and kissed her soft and fragrant lips and teeth, and my hands grasped her noble and soul-stirring full breasts, leaving my wet saliva on her nipples, areolas, belly buttons and their surroundings. At that time, my mother allowed me to touch her vagina but not lick it, so I had to use my mouth and hands to kiss her lower abdomen, then bypass that triangular mysterious area and kiss and swallow from the thighs and buttocks down to the calves and feet, or turn my mother's body over and suck and lick from the calves to the buttocks, slide down her back and show her shoulders... I usually stay longest at the junction of my mother's breasts and cleavage, buttocks and buttock groove (my mother said the anus was dirty and didn't let me touch it), the inner thighs and the protruding vulva. I buried my head in her and breathed in the fragrance of my mother's flesh, the sizzling sounds of her kisses and her intermittent moans as she tried her best to suppress her breath, combined with the naked bodies of a loving mother and son twisting together, became the most enchanting scene in the entire hotel. How exciting it would be if there were a camera capturing the forbidden pleasure between me and my mother at this moment. Who can say there aren’t any? So many romantic videos were recorded secretly by cameras placed secretly in hotels! Such imagination made my blood boil and my penis became harder than iron, burning with pain. I pounced on my mother's body like a hungry ghost and rubbed my rough penis into my mother's peach-braided vulva and vaginal slit, feeling the tight clamping of my mother's inner thighs and the contraction of her vagina, as well as the feeling of the glans rubbing against her labia in different postures. My mother kept her eyes slightly closed during the whole process. She usually didn't speak unless I hurt her, used the wrong posture, or invaded places she was not allowed to enter. But I could always reach a fatal climax in the divine pleasure, spraying hot thick semen onto my mother's vagina, abdomen and chest!

I was excited to see my mother's naturally beautiful body, but I also felt sad that I couldn't have sex with her as freely as Minmin or Aunt Du. Only my father is allowed to enter her private part, but my passion is always left out "outside the door" of that hot purgatory that every man dreams of! That is her moral bottom line, a sacred paradise that cannot be violated by other men. As her selflessly loved son, relying on the mother-son intimacy and her great maternal love since childhood, I got closer to this door of bliss step by step, and was able to open the "crack in the door" to peek into the deep and magical inside, and smell the suffocating smell inside... For a person, especially a young and impulsive teenager, to reach the ideal "gateway" but not be able to enter, and to always linger at the point of just having a taste, is simply more tormented than death. A friend of mine once said that the feeling of ejaculating outside a woman and ejaculating inside a woman is absolutely worlds apart. I completely agree with what he said. I have experienced the deeper side of women from Minmin and Aunt Du. However, my mother, as my goddess, has never been able to enter the womb of the "sacred palace of her son" where she brought me into the world twenty years ago. There, I was connected to my mother by blood and skin, and my father, a foreign invader of my mother's body, not only received my mother's eternal love, but also had the overbearing power to enter the paradise anytime and anywhere. How unfair. Although the cuddling, intimacy, and telepathy between my mother and I are incomparable to my father's, these are the natural results of maternal love and he cannot be jealous of them. The physical intimacy between us as mother and son is completely different from the love between my parents. I always feel the maternal breath on my mother's body. Her behavior will unconsciously maintain a mother's reserve, as if she is holding me in her arms, cherishing and protecting me. Secretly watching my parents making love and their sex tapes, it shows more of the needs of men and women to devote themselves to each other's bodies. My mother was charming and compliant at that time, submissive and moving, always showing the fragility of a woman and her submission to my father's arms and chest.

When Dad reached orgasm and ejaculated, her moans were like some kind of encouragement and praise, which stimulated Dad so much that he moved his hips eagerly and indulged himself in the desire that he wanted to explode his body. He grabbed Mom's breasts hard, and thrust forward with his soldier-like rapid speed as if he wanted to penetrate Mom's vagina. He grabbed Mom's elastic breasts with his rough palms covered with calluses, and pressed Mom's body tightly, letting her scream "ah ah" a few times to vent the heavenly pleasure. My mother put on a charming look, as if she was willing to be torn apart at will, and her body exuded endless femininity... When I climaxed and ejaculated, my mother was the opposite. She tried her best to resist the attack of pleasure so as not to look like a mother gasping for breath after being caressed by her son. The contractions of her vagina were obviously much slower in speed and frequency because she was suppressing herself. Often when I ejaculate I can only see her dazed and intoxicated eyes for less than two or three seconds, and soon she will gently open her eyes slightly and watch me working hard in her body, caressing my shoulders and back lovingly, as if saying, "Don't get tired, be gentle!" - What I want is not only a woman like a mother, but also a mother like a woman! This is why I envy my father. Only in his arms do I see a mother who is like a woman!

But the opportunity came. After the deputy mayor had accompanied us on the tour for nearly a month, he knocked on our door one night and hesitantly told us the purpose of his trip. It turned out that although he seemed to be very successful in the officialdom, he had offended many people on his way up. This year someone reported some of his corruption, and the provincial government has sent people to secretly investigate him. There were many times in the past when he suppressed problems that were much ado about nothing, but this time it was particularly serious. His sworn enemy had bribed the higher-ups to target him, and he heard that Dad was familiar with that higher-up, so he wanted Dad to plead for him or demote him to another place to avoid the spotlight. He knocked on the door. My mother and I were naked on the bed. My mother was lying on her back with her legs bent and clamped together. I was riding on my mother's breasts and rubbing them back and forth. Her hands were supporting my buttocks to give me support and thrust. My mother's cleavage, belly button, and thighs were all covered with my saliva or the transparent and sticky liquid secreted by my glans. Hearing the sound, we got up nervously and tidied our clothes and bed sheets. Then my mother asked me to open the door while she went to the bathroom to wipe her body. I let him in and poured him some water. He asked where my mother was, and I said she was taking a shower in the bathroom and would be out soon.

Mom came out in her pink silk pajamas and sat on the couch next to him, legs crossed. He spoke in his usual ingratiating tone, with his brows lowered and his face pleasing to the eye, and slowly said what he needed his father's help with. Mom never interfered with Dad's official business and never helped others use their power to do such private things. His request was a little hard for my mother to accept, but after all, he had done his best to accompany my mother and me on our trips. Although it was premeditated, I was embarrassed to refuse him outright, and the atmosphere became a little awkward. As he was talking, he knelt down at mother's feet and said, "Sister-in-law, if you don't let big brother help me, I can't make it through this. You have to help me. I know big brother listens to you the most!" Mother was frightened by his action and kept saying, "Get up, get up first, okay!" He grabbed mother's hand and said, "I won't get up if sister-in-law doesn't agree... I, I will die in front of sister-in-law!" Mother retracted her hands like lightning and lifted the corner of her pajamas to cover her legs. She had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll talk to Zhihao and I'll do my best, okay? You get up first. A grown man like you can't just kneel casually..." Mother called father in front of him. After mother's persuasion, father agreed to help him transfer him and communicate with his superiors, but he would have to wait until the end of the month to give him a clear answer on the result. He thanked me profusely and went out. I went over to hold my mother and put my hands on her waist and hips. I pushed her down on the sofa and continued what I had not finished. When I touched her knees, I felt something sticky. I raised my hand and saw that it was transparent mucus. It must be the secretions left by my glans or my mother's lower body. My mother didn't notice it and didn't wipe it off. The deputy mayor was kneeling in front of my mother's knees so close to her knees that he wouldn't see the mucus. With his countless experiences of playing with women, he could easily know what it was. If he saw it, would he suspect that there was something going on between my mother and me? I said, "He is so anxious to do his own thing that he won't pay attention to this detail!" My mother said, "I hope so..." The next day my mother and I went out shopping. My mother said she wanted to buy some women's products and didn't need him to accompany her, so she left him at the hotel. He said he was going to meet the city's secretary and would have dinner together in the evening. My mother and I walked around the streets and alleys to buy some nearby snacks. In the lingerie store, my mother tried on several types of lingerie under the envious gaze of the waitress. Then a very beautiful and elegant woman in cheongsam came over and the clerk introduced her as their boss’s wife. She took the initiative to hand over her business card and jokingly said that she wanted to ask her mother to be a model for the underwear promotion. The name on the business card was "Zhou Yan". She and my mother became familiar with each other and talked about all kinds of women's topics. I was bored, so I played games with Zhou Yan's son, who was two years younger than me and was playing video games in the store. Her son was very handsome and had delicate features like his mother. He was very curious and cute and asked me all kinds of questions. I glanced sideways and saw Zhou Yan at the counter smiling and touching my mother's breasts with her hands, then massaging her own breasts, as if measuring and comparing their size and firmness.

We stayed in the store until noon. Mom and Zhou Yan chatted like a pair of sisters who hadn't seen each other for many years, leaving me aside. Zhou Yan gave my mother several sets of exquisite high-end underwear without charging her any money, and asked her to go into the dressing room and change for a long time. They insisted on inviting my mother and me to a nearby restaurant for dinner, so Zhou Yan's mother and son and the four of us found a table in the corner and ordered food. During the meal, my father called and his tone was very urgent and serious. It turned out that my father told my mother that he had greeted the boss of the deputy mayor's rival last night, and he told my father that he must bring down the deputy mayor this time. He asked his father for help, and his boss told his father not to interfere. The deputy mayor's behavior alerted the enemy and they were going to arrest him tonight! Dad asked us to leave quietly today, not to ask any acquaintances to give us a ride, and to come back directly by sleeper bus, so as to avoid being seen with him and causing trouble! When Zhou Yan heard that my mother was leaving soon, she called and asked someone to drive us back to the hotel. We picked up our luggage and went to the station to take the bus. Before leaving, Zhou Yan held my mother's hand reluctantly and made an appointment with her to visit her when she had the chance in the future.

My mother and I haven't ridden in a sleeper car since my father became the head of the group, but today is a special day. We walked into the sleeper and sat on the upper bunk at the back, next to the window. I lay on the front and my mother on the outside. The carriage was filled with a strong smell. Many people were covered with one blanket. Mom took out Dad's military coat from the luggage and covered us. (Mom would take Dad's coat with her wherever she went. She said it smelled like Dad. Dad was often not at home. I saw Mom several times wearing a white shirt and this military coat, hugging herself on the sofa and drinking coffee. That was her way of feeling the smell of her husband. Her love and loyalty to her husband were all revealed in the details of life. I thought confidently: Relying on maternal love, I am the only man who can survive and defeat Dad and get Mom's whole body and soul!) and covered us. Opposite us was a young couple returning home from work and their two or three-year-old son.

The car was moving neither fast nor slow, and my mother and I lay sideways facing each other and chatted. Mom was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and soft light yellow trousers. The light blue lace bra that Zhou Yan gave her was faintly visible, making her breasts look more upright. I put my hands on my mother's waist and hips, feeling her warm body temperature as the car shook slightly. After driving for more than ten hours, most people in the car soon fell drowsy. I asked my mother to get me some water, and when I was drinking it, I accidentally spilled it on her lower abdomen, making her clothes a little wet, revealing the edge of her panties and her lower belly groove. We lay down again, I hugged her waist and pressed against my mother's body. The feminine scent of her body made my penis bulge out of my shorts, and it was hard and pressed against the wet part of my mother's belly. The bra revealed her plump, white breasts, and I couldn't help but lower my head to kiss them. Mom raised her hand to adjust the direction of the air conditioner, then pulled Dad's military coat over her chest to cover my head that was shaking on her chest. My hands were regularly grabbing my mother's braids on her buttocks. My mother hugged me, and we moved under the shelter of our military coats. I used my teeth to pull off a corner of my mother's bra, revealing her peanut-sized, fleshy, red nipple and started sucking it.

Until I had nocturnal emission, my mother had been secretly breastfeeding me from my father when I was acting like a spoiled child, so my mother's breasts can still secrete some milk, which totals to about half a cup (my father often wondered why every time he grabbed my mother's breasts during sex, there was milk hanging from her nipples. He joked, "Wife, you are too maternal, do you also want to be your husband?" After saying that, he grabbed my mother's thirst-quenching milk like a hungry wolf pouncing on a sheep, his mouth and tongue constantly thrusting out the milky fragrance from my mother's breasts). The milky, white and fragrant milk spurted into my throat like silk threads to lubricate my lips and tongue, and my neck and throat made a gurgling sound as if I were swallowing water. My mother looked back and saw that most of the passengers were sleeping quietly. She didn't say anything, but lowered her head and watched me suck milk roughly with a gentle expression, stroking my back gently with her hand. My lips covered the entire areola, my tongue moved around the nipple, and one hand grabbed the other breast. My rapid breathing hit my mother's chest and neck, as if I was afraid that someone else would come and compete for my mother's beautiful breasts. I had a selfish and strong desire to possess them. Suddenly the bus jolted violently and we bounced up. Mom's nipple popped out with a "bo" sound and milk immediately radiated onto my face, wetting Mom's collar and military coat. Star-like milky white droplets stuck to the bed on the side of our heads and to my hair. My mother reached out from her military coat to get the women's handbag that was placed by the window on the bunk, and found a tissue to wipe the breast milk off my head, face, and bunk. While my mother went to get the tissue, my head and mouth were always pressed against my mother's body and I didn't stop moving. I unbuttoned the two buttons on my mother's chest and reached into the bra on the other side to press directly on my mother's breast... As the car bumped, I fell asleep in the night with my mother's breast in my mouth. The continuous street lights on both sides of the highway shone into the car, dimly lit, with an ambiguous atmosphere.

I don’t know how long it was before the cold wind from the air conditioner woke me up. I then realized that my mother had turned her back to me and pulled her military coat down to the lower bunk, not covering me. The air in the bus was turbid, so I opened the window a little to let in some air. When I turned around and saw my mother's graceful back and round, elastic buttocks exposed outside her military coat, my lower body began to stir. I pulled up my military coat to cover my mother's body, and reached my hand from her waist to her chest. I found that my mother's breasts were only half covered by her bra when I turned it up. Almost the whole breast was exposed, and her nipples were bright red and beautiful, standing out in front of people. The other breast was buried in the bunk because of her sleeping position. I was shocked. No one noticed! Looking around, I saw that everyone was asleep and breathing evenly, which made me feel much more at ease. But looking at the bunk of the working couple opposite gave me a great fright. Their two or three-year-old son was lying on his mother's chest, staring at me and my mother! He must have seen my mother's exposed breasts clearly. I pulled up my coat to cover my mother's chest, glared at him with a fierce look to scare him, and whispered, "Little brat, if you look at me again, I'll beat you!" He was so scared that his mouth pouted and he was about to cry. I was afraid that he would really cry and wake everyone up, so I quickly put on a smile and said, "Okay, don't cry, brother will give you candy later!" When he saw that I was no longer fierce, he stopped crying, but his eyes still looked at us like that. He and I were in a stalemate for a while, and finally, regardless of the boy's gaze, I couldn't help but attack my mother. In fact, I didn't have to worry about who else except that guy would see what my mother and I did, because we were in the back row of the car, and opposite us were only a working couple. The man hung his shirt on the roof bar and slept with his upper body naked. The angle of the cover made our side just right to be secretive. With the cover of night, the street lights shining into the car had only a limited line of sight. We just had to be careful not to wake up the couple opposite. As for that guy, he didn't understand anything, so he could watch if he wanted!

My lower body was right in the middle of my mother's buttocks. The car was a little bumpy, and I couldn't help but press my mother's breasts with my hands to the rhythm. Maybe it was because of the pair of bright black, curious, crystal eyes staring at me, I felt so impulsive at the time. I pulled open the military coat that covered my mother's chest to expose her plump breasts that had never been seen by anyone except me and my father, and adjusted the direction of the air conditioner so that my mother would not be frozen. He rested his head on his mother's shoulder, looked into the eyes opposite him, and began to stretch out his five fingers to lift, grab, and knead his mother's breasts. From time to time, he pinched the nipple between his index and middle fingers and pulled, pressed, rubbed, and shook it. His hard penis was inserted into the round buttock groove and rubbed again and again. The boy stared at his mother's breasts that were held in my hands. His little hands subconsciously grabbed his mother's clothes on her chest, and his mouth had an instinctive reaction similar to a baby swallowing milk, and the corners of his mouth trembled several times. It was so exciting that I took off my pants and exposed my penis and rubbed it into my mother's butt wrapped in trousers. My mother's breathing rose and fell regularly. In the past, when I woke up in the middle of the night to caress her body, she would let me do what I wanted in a half-asleep state. Perhaps this familiar rhythm made her feel comfortable and sleep well. She didn't feel anything different and didn't realize that I exposed her body. And there was a curious but confused child staring at us mother and son, and it felt as cool as if we were having an affair under someone else's nose without anyone blaming or telling on us. I think tonight will leave a deep impression on this child’s mind. When he grows up and recalls what happened on the bus, it will be enough for him to experience infinite happiness and a dreamlike haziness. He will doubt whether the experience was as real as he imagined in his mind! I grabbed my mother's breast with one hand and unbuttoned and zipped her trousers with the other hand and reached to the edge of her panties. I put my head around my mother's ribs and licked her breast muscles on the side. From time to time, I looked up at the boy opposite, showing my intoxicated expression of sucking my mother's body as if to say teasingly: "My mother is much more beautiful than your mother! Do you want to lick my mother? No way!" After playing for a while, I sat up, took off my clothes and exposed my upper body. Seeing that the boy was staring at me, I sat up a little pervertedly and stroked my exposed penis in his direction three or four times, as if I was proud of how much he "appreciated" what my mother and I did. Then I leaned over and unbuttoned all the buttons of my mother's shirt and pulled off her trousers. My mother just said "hmm" and let me do it. I pulled the military coat to the lower part of her abdomen, so that her plump breasts and beautiful belly button were all exposed. It seemed to me that the boy's eyes were about to bulge out, and his face looked like one of fear but more of unprecedented surprise! I held my mother's mouth and pretended to taste the delicious food. My mother made a confused sound in her throat as if she was having a wet dream. I clearly heard her calling my father's name "Zhihao!" - Maybe my jealousy of my father was slowly developed from hearing his name in my mother's dreams again and again. My mother can be inseparable from me when she is awake, but when she falls asleep, she still dreams of my father subconsciously. This is why my penis would become soft when I heard this name during sex in the future. My mother's response to sex is essentially towards my father. What I took away was just my mother's body with maternal love. I hate my mother's loyalty to my father and the fact that my father has such a beautiful and virtuous wife and mother. But at the same time, I am paradoxically proud to have such a virtuous mother. At least my family will not become unstable because of trivial emotional matters because of a woman like my mother! (Even if her father cheated on her, she would still love our home even if she hated him.) I half raised my head and looked at the child opposite me. My fingers were drawing circles around her belly button or making thrusting movements around her belly button. With my other hand, I opened her panties and kept stroking her plump vagina, simulating the action of making love inside and outside her labia. Soon, the crystal liquid wet my fingers. He stretched out his fingers and smeared the liquid on the mother's belly button and nipples, and finally put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them. Nipples covered with slippery liquid are absolutely irresistible to children. He bit his fingers and stared at his mother's delicate round breasts. With his other hand, he pressed his mother's B to C cup breasts through her clothes and clamped his calves around his mother's waist. His appearance reminded me of the time when I was a child lying on the sofa in my mother’s arms watching TV. I caressed my mother’s body curiously and tremblingly. It was so exciting! Will he love the smell of his mother as much as I do? I heard that men are naturally mother-loving. The key is whether the environment can cultivate and stimulate his hidden essential desires! Mother is the first woman in every man's life. She is mature, perfect and loving. In her eyes, everything about you is a good thing, and everything she has is selflessly given to you. She silently endures your unreasonable demands and willfulness. No matter what kind of woman she is, whether she loves her husband or not, there are almost no mothers who don't love their sons!

On the one hand I hope he forgets what my mom and I did tonight, but on the other hand I can't help but wonder what will happen to him and his mom in the future. Because a man who has tasted the flavor of his mother on the soft bed in the dark night is absolutely completely different from a man who has only seen his father roughly "bullying" his mother in the fragrance of his mother's breasts or a man who has never had flesh to flesh with his mother. I hope someone can share with me the shock of deeply penetrating into a mother's body and soul, and tell the world how great a mother's love combined with physical pleasure is! Your father can enjoy your mother's body, but he cannot escape the separation and reunion after the passion of men and women. They may separate and abandon each other. As for the mother and the son, who can separate them? You enjoy your mother's infinite tenderness, endless obedience, and limitless consideration that your father cannot enjoy... You are your mother's only true conqueror of body and soul. Your thick love fluid is released on your mother's soft and boneless body, and she will open her chest and absorb it cleanly, without leaving a drop!

There is a famous saying on the Internet: No matter how beautiful a woman is, she will always be fucked by a man. If God gives you a beautiful mother but she is only caressed by your father, aren’t you letting God down?

Under the cover of darkness and the carriage environment, I became more and more courageous. I began to take off my mother's panties to the base of her thighs, and used my fingers to separate the sides of her labia and tried to insert them into the slit from behind her buttocks. My bold move made my mother wake up. She gently pressed her hand on my hand that reached her vagina, and grabbed my hand that was fingering her vagina to prevent me from moving further. She said quietly, "Xiaolong, don't, don't touch there!" That was my mother's last line of defense. My mother allowed me to do anything with her body except inserting it there. I tried many times but failed every time. But today the environment is special, and the carriage gave me unlimited courage and bravery. I gasped and put my mouth close to my mother's ear and said, "Mom, I want you, I want you so much, please promise me this time!" And I used all my strength to hold my mother tightly and not let her have any room to resist.

Afraid of waking up the passengers around her, she twisted her body slightly to block my invasion, and her military coat suddenly fell to the ground. My mother was naked in the car. Her mind was on me and it was night, so she didn't notice the pair of bright black eyes opposite her watching the whole process. The child must have noticed my mother's beautiful vagina and the glans of my penis moving in her open labia, as well as my fingers and I entangled in pushing and twisting her lower body.

My mother's face turned red. She put her head down on the bunk and said, "Go down and bring up the coat!" I knew the coat was our only privacy, so I picked up my shorts and jumped down to pick it up. After getting the coat, my mother immediately wrapped it tightly around her body. She was silent for a long while. Seeing my hungry and eager eyes, she bit her lip and said as if she had mustered up a lot of courage: "Just once! No need in the future. You promise me that I will give you..." I nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice, reached into the military coat, touched my mother's body all over, and then held my hard penis to explore the entrance of my mother's hole and inserted it into her. My experience with Minmin and Aunt Du made me familiar with women's caves, and soon I was completely immersed in my mother's vagina! I almost came at that time, I was so excited... The child opposite saw the surface of the coat covering our bodies moving up and down, and he didn't understand what we were doing. Perhaps instinct made him realize that something magical must be happening inside. When I kiss my mother on the mouth with her eyes closed, she will shake her head away to stop me. For her, if a man touched her breasts, entered her private parts and then kissed her, it was simply betrayal and an affair with her husband. Even if it was her closest son who was most familiar with her body, she would blush and feel ashamed (so later on, mother and son, we became more open about sex, and she never took the initiative to put her tongue into my mouth, as that would make her feel wanton).

My movements became more and more vigorous, and my mother half pushed and half blocked me. My mother's vagina gives me a completely different feeling from Minmin's or Aunt Du's vagina. Minmin's vagina is tight and tender but not lubricated enough and a little dry when rubbed. Aunt Du's vagina is wet but loose and cannot tightly wrap around my newly developed penis. My mother's vaginal opening was like a soft and powerful little hand that swallowed the base of my penis. The front one-third was like a wriggling worm tunnel. The wrinkled flesh on the inner wall licked the middle of the penis, and the glans was sucked by the uterine opening which was like a small mouth (before this, I always thought that a woman's vagina would only contract when she had an orgasm or was occasionally strongly stimulated. I didn't expect that my mother's vagina would start twitching in waves from the moment I inserted it until the end, sucking my penis with varying degrees of intensity). It was so comfortable at that time, and every time I thrust into her, my mother would cooperate by slightly lifting her buttocks - this was her unconscious expression. Over the years, I have discovered that my mother's obedience and gentleness towards her man is determined by her virtuous nature, as mentioned before, and she will naturally be able to bring the greatest satisfaction to men. Therefore, her gentleness expressed in the body can always give men the feeling they want in the most appropriate way. For example, when you enter mother's body from behind, she will naturally lift her buttocks in coordination with your invasion. When a man attacks her body quickly or slowly, her breathing and chest rise and fall will change with your rhythm, and her moans will also be more moving. The most obvious thing is that when you have an orgasm, mother can always experience the orgasm with you. Her vagina always contracts rapidly at that time, powerfully and rapidly expressing her femininity! Even if you sit astride her abdomen for ejaculation outside the body, she will press her arched body and tender belly against your testicles, giving you an infinite sense of accomplishment and conquest, and then burst the hottest liquid into her breasts and abdomen... I was so excited that I shouted out "Mom!" It was so loud, fortunately everyone around me was asleep.

When my mother heard me calling her, she moaned "Hmm" and tightly grasped the corner of her military coat with her hands. Her vagina suddenly twitched my penis like an electric shock, and the opening of her uterus rolled over the glans like an elephant's trunk, powerful yet flexible. God, how can I bear such stimulation? I thrust my butt hard so that my testicles slap my mother's butt. Every time I take out my penis, there is a strong gravitational force sucking it back. Every time I insert it, there is an exciting and subtle sound of juice stirring. Hearing, smelling, touching, rubbing and tasting it, all my five senses produce great pleasure. I know I can't hold on for a few minutes before I ejaculate!

I forgot that there was a pair of small black eyes watching me from the opposite side, and I threw myself into my mother's body, feeling her slight trembling and throbbing... I turned my legs over and pressed on my mother's thighs. The rough movement caused the military coat to open, revealing my mother's bare thighs pressed together. My lower abdomen and half of my mother's buttocks were also exposed to the child's eyes. I thrust in and out desperately, squeezing my mother's breasts so hard with my hands before, as if I wanted to burst them. "Ah!" I sighed deeply and pressed my lower body against my mother's buttocks. The thick semen spurted into the warm uterus. The glans shot outward. My mother's vagina contracted violently, and the opening of the uterus swallowed and bit my glans and sucked all the semen I ejaculated! My mother's whole body was trembling, and her butt jerked up a few times the moment I ejaculated. Her lower body was tightening for two or three minutes... We hugged each other weakly for a long time, then relaxed comfortably, until my penis completely softened inside my mother's vagina and slipped out of the crack of her butt.

I suddenly remembered the pair of eyes opposite me, and thought: Damn it, you little brat, it’s not enough to look for such a long time! ——People are so strange. When desire comes, you hope he will watch you so as to stimulate greater desire. But after satisfaction, you don’t want to share this feeling of exclusive possession with others. I turned my mother's body over so that she was lying flat, so that he was not facing my mother, and then I lay on top of her. Soon I got hard again, and this time it lasted for a long time (a passenger in the front row got up to go to the bathroom and scared my mother and I so much that we didn't dare to move for a long time). I also ejaculated again. My mother took a towel and wiped us both. Then we put on our clothes and fell asleep.

Mom is a woman, and she has a unique sensitivity as a woman. Maybe she felt it when I took off her panties, but she didn't know how to deal with the situation or face me. Maybe it was more of a maternal love, she was afraid of leaving a shadow on my heart, worried that I would suppress the restlessness of youth, so she never said a word and pretended not to know. My glans had never been directly stimulated by a woman's lubricated and plump labia, and I almost ejaculated when it came into contact. I endured it for two minutes and felt that my mother's breathing was not so even. It was not like the regular rise and fall of her chest just now. Instead, it was as if she was intentionally suppressing it for a while and then exhaling gently. Later, it was so comfortable, happier than being a god, that I couldn't resist my urge. I kept thrusting in and out, invading my mother's body, regardless of the destruction of heaven and earth. I tilted my head to free up one hand to grab her breast, lifted my mother's arm and covered her armpit with my face, inhaled deeply through my nostrils and licked the breast muscles on the side of my mother's chest with my tongue from time to time! "Yeah, Mom, I love you!" I said speechlessly, and Mom actually said "Yeah" as if she heard what I said. Her lower body suddenly contracted, and it was the first time I experienced this ecstasy, and I couldn't bear it. I let out an unstoppable volcanic eruption and sprayed my semen into the space between Mom's labia that was slightly opened by my glans... I was so tired as if I had fought a life-and-death battle that I fell into a deep sleep without even having time to express my joy, let alone clean up the battlefield. In a daze, my mother got up. There was light and the sound of water coming from the bathroom. My lower body seemed to be wiped by a warm and wet towel... Does my mother know what I did last night? Did she scream when I ejaculated? Are those contractions, mom, real? Could it be an illusion? Who knows? I only know that when I came back from school the next day at noon, I hung the waistband of my trousers on the chair to dry in the school playground, and they fluttered in the wind like a national flag!

My mother didn't say anything. She still ate and chatted with me as before. My uneasy heart calmed down a lot. Once a young man has experienced the joy of sex, he will never forget it and will never be able to get rid of its magic.

I became addicted to the "game" of feeling my mother's presence with my naked body in the night. My glans was extremely eager to be wrapped by the labia again and feel its contraction. More importantly, your noble and beautiful mother will become more gentle and moving under the beating of your whip, which adds another flavor to the ordinary maternal love. You will suddenly feel powerful and feel that you can conquer all women: tall or short, beautiful or ugly, because you have won your mother, the greatest woman, so what's the difficulty in whipping other women!

After the first time, I was much braver when I approached my mother the second time. Not long after my mother lay down, I touched her soft belly and called out "Mom". She didn't answer, so I went further to touch her breasts. After a while, I couldn't help it and pressed my whole body against her and started to have sex with her body. I knew my mother must have felt my actions, because I slammed her body so hard that the iron bunk bed creaked. My mother can even hear the footsteps of a mouse foraging for food at night, so how could she not know about such a loud noise made by a person like her? And every time I speed up, my mother's breathing rate will become much heavier. When I climax and ejaculate, she often makes a subtle sound similar to moan, and her vagina will contract for a while. At this time, I tried my best to hold my mother's vaginal opening tightly and not move until the semen was completely ejaculated and coated my mother's vulva and inner thighs.

After finishing, I am often too tired to fall asleep, and my mother will get up after half an hour to help me clean up the mess... We keep an unspoken secret at night, not turning on the lights, and treating waking up as a comfortable dream. We eat and laugh as usual during the day, and are as close to each other as mother and son.

I once asked my mother why she allowed me to do whatever I wanted at that time. She said that she was worried that I would harm my health. She thought that after the restlessness of adolescence had subsided, I would be able to restrain myself as long as I didn't let these distractions affect my studies. In addition, the couple had been separated for a long time, and even if the father came back, they did not have many opportunities to be close to each other. My masculine scent gave her a sense of relaxation and comfort both physically and mentally. Her accumulated skin hunger felt tingling and pleasant under my touch, and subconsciously, she did not reject my masculine behavior of seeking pleasure. My mother said that every time I ejaculated, she thought of me as her father, but her son's real body would bring her mind back to reality. The images of me and his father appeared in front of her repeatedly. Under this double stimulation, she often couldn't control herself and had a feeling similar to orgasm, and her vagina began to contract vigorously. I had no skills at that time, and I approached my mother's body completely by instinct. My movements were rough and irregular, and sometimes it seemed like I was biting her and hurt her. In many cases, I just inserted my penis around her buttocks, anus, and perineum, only caring about my own pleasure. I could not satisfy a woman's normal physiological desires at all. If it were not for my mother's infinite tolerance of maternal love for me and my own rich fantasies, and the memories of having sex with my father brought me more pleasure, it would have been difficult for me to experience the contraction of my mother's vaginal opening (we never inserted vaginal penetration at that time. My mother clamped my penis with her thighs, and I used the glans to push against my mother's vaginal opening).

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My mother is not very proficient in masturbation skills. The hand she touched her lower body just used her fingers to gently separate her labia and rubbed it slightly without inserting it directly. She retracted her tongue as soon as it protruded from her teeth under her rosy lips - maybe licking her lips with her tongue would make her feel lewd. She is a traditional woman who loves her husband and children and takes care of her family. If she hadn't doted on me, she wouldn't allow me to do anything wrong with her. So every time I expressed my dissatisfaction or jealousy towards my father, she tried her best to defend my father's authority! "Zhihao!" She called out Daddy's name. This name was a huge blow to me. After our mother-son sexual relationship deepened, she called out Daddy's name several times during the climax of pleasure. I was very angry. Once, when I was holding my mother's legs on my shoulders, I heard her calling "Dad". My penis softened inside her vagina on the spot. My mother was scared and thought she would make me impotent. From then on, she never mentioned "Dad" in front of me when we had sex.

After my mother finished masturbating, I couldn't bear it anymore and turned over the quilt to press on her soft body. I rubbed and moved her vagina to express my jealousy of her calling Daddy's name. She just gently stroked and patted my back... We fell asleep in exhaustion. The next day was Saturday, and my mother went to tutor a child of an acquaintance. He was one year older than me, and later failed a grade and became my classmate. His name was Xiaojun. I was bored at home alone. Aunt Du came out to wash vegetables and saw me playing marbles. She asked me to go to her house to play games. After I went in, she locked the door, came close to me and said she wanted to play Contra with me and asked me to teach her. Then she deliberately rubbed her big breasts against my arm. She was from Shandong, tall and strong. Although she was 49 years old, she still had a lot of charm.

After playing for a while, she suddenly grabbed my hand and said: Xiaolong, Aunt Du will teach you another game, it's very fun! I said: What game? She pressed my hand on her big breasts and said, "Touch a woman's breasts!" I pulled my hand back forcefully: "Your breasts are not fun at all, not as good as my mother's!" Aunt Du laughed out loud, looking a little wanton, in stark contrast to my mother. I blinked in disgust. She said, "Your mother's breasts belong to your father. Look at the lustful looks those young men in the yard give your mother. Maybe they're not just your father's!" I said, "Bah, my mother said you're an old and indecent woman. I don't want to play anymore. I want to go back." I got up to leave but Aunt Du grabbed me. She was afraid that I would shout, so she said in a flattering manner, "Come, Aunt Du will get you some fruit." Why don’t you wait until your mother comes back before going back? Under the huge material temptation of games and fruits, I stayed in Aunt Du's room and sat on the floor to play games. But she lay beside me and fed me a piece of fruit from time to time. Her hands were on my calves in shorts and she stroked them. She grabbed her breasts, walked behind me and rested her head on my shoulders, pressing her huge breasts against my back. I could feel that she was not wearing a bra. She blew air into my ear with her mouth and hummed through her nose. Her hand began to move down my collar and into the inside of my underwear.

How could a young boy bear such stimulation? My penis quickly became erect. I was playing games while she held my penis with her big hand. She put a piece of fruit in her mouth and put it over mine. I remembered my mother feeding me with her mouth. The familiar feeling instantly made me lose the strength to resist. Aunt Du pushed me down, stood up and took off her clothes. I was lying on the floor and looking up at her whole body: her huge breasts were a little droopy, her areola was obviously large, her nipples were dark red, her lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and her lower body was a forest of black hair. When she squatted down and rode on my lower body, the bush of hair seemed to entangle me to death.

She roughly took off my short shirt and finally tore off one of my buttons. The long-term loneliness of living alone made this woman of her age, who was as fierce as a wolf, extremely eager for sexual comfort. She pulled my panties up to my knees and pressed them up. Her huge breasts covered my head. I could only breathe deeply through the gap in her cleavage, otherwise I would suffocate. She grabbed my hands and held them down with both hands, and her lower body kept sinking and rising rapidly, moaning like a sow. Her vagina was too loose compared to my mother's tight vagina, and her strong body odor made it impossible for me to reach orgasm! As a result, she kept moving on me for more than half an hour and had three orgasms, but my penis was still hard. She rode on me and panted with satisfaction. She was afraid that my mother would come back, so she got up to help me put on my pants and warned me in a fierce manner: Don't tell anyone what happened today.

I nodded in agreement and prepared to leave. Aunt Du touched and grabbed my hard penis and said, "Let me show you what a woman is and what happiness is!" After that, she pushed me against the door panel, took off my pants, and asked me to stand while she gave me a blowjob... She blew and sucked my glans with big mouthfuls as if she enjoyed it very much. My penis and testicles were soaked with her saliva. It was the first time I felt the pleasure of a woman's blowjob. I couldn't hold on for more than 5 minutes before I ejaculated my thick semen into her mouth. At that moment, Aunt Du seemed to have an orgasm and screamed from her throat. She felt the submissive happiness of being possessed and conquered by a man... Aunt Du wiped the semen flowing from the corner of her mouth and swallowed it all like sucking noodles. She also licked and sucked the throbbing glans of my penis for more than 30 seconds after I ejaculated, without missing any drop of semen, and cleaned my lower body with her mouth.

That night, I only told my mother that the button fell off while I was playing, and I didn't tell her about going to Aunt Du's house. My mother was mending my clothes stitch by stitch under the lamp. Her posture was calm and virtuous, revealing a strong maternal aura... I suddenly understood what a woman's selfless love is: she is gentle and considerate to you, calling your name softly, silently bearing your willfulness, and tolerating all your faults. You have already got her soul before you get her body!

With Aunt Du, I vent my sexual desire crazily; with my mother, I am obsessed with love - I love my mother, just like she loves me without any reason. Our mother-son love transcends love between men and women, and we selflessly share each other's happiness!

As soon as I got off my mother, she hurriedly turned off the gas. She scolded: "Mom is going to beat you up. You won't even stop for a moment!" I looked at my mother's expression and thought to myself: Who in the world can be as close and intimate as a mother and son? When a man and a woman make love, at most the man inserts into the woman's vagina, but the son grows in the mother's womb for nine months and is pulled out of the mother's body from the inside out through the cervix - the mother's love for her son is different from the love between men and women. She loves her son from the inside out of her body. The son's entire body has been wrapped in every inch of the inner wall of the mother's vagina, in tight contact. The son's little mouth has long kissed his mother's most mysterious little mouth at the entrance of the uterus - that part only the son can touch and kiss! A mother can love her father deeply in life, but only her son can make her devote herself to him regardless of life and death. That is why maternal love is greater than romantic love. I shouldn't be jealous of my dad, it's my dad who should be jealous of me!

I said, "Mom, if the noodle soup is burnt, then we can just not have a midnight snack. Anyway, I just had a midnight snack with you!" My mother's ears turned red when she heard that. She said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll hit you!" Then she pretended to slap me in the face. After we finished cleaning up, I went to the living room and wolfed down the noodle soup. I don’t know why I always feel a little hungry after finishing. Maybe it’s because growing teenagers have greater nutritional needs and the energy they consume must be replenished in time.

My mother looked at me while I was eating, patted my back with a smile and told me to eat slowly, but she didn't eat herself. I picked up a piece of pork and gave it to my mother. I walked over to her and sucked her mouth in a naughty manner and said, "Mom, feed the baby!" My mother burst out laughing. I hugged my mother and pressed her on the sofa to suck the food from her mouth. We had just finished and had no need for that. They were just playing the intimate "feeding game" in the living room, laughing and scolding each other, expressing their attachment to each other. There was the sound of a cane coming from the stairs. It was grandpa coming downstairs. He had insomnia and sometimes would get up and go downstairs for a walk. We immediately separated and sat on the sofa, and my mother straightened the corner of her clothes. Grandpa saw us having a midnight snack and said, "Wen, go to bed early. Xiaolong has to go to school tomorrow!" Mom said, "I know, Dad. We'll go to bed after we finish eating! You should rest too. It's cold outside, so wear more clothes and don't catch a cold!"

Grandpa walked around the house and went back to his room. At this time, the old bronze wooden clock struck twelve times, and it was exactly midnight. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : I think even if Dad wasn't the deputy division commander, but a worthless gambler, drunkard or bad guy, she would have silently accepted him and not been tempted or seduced by any external material or men, just like her soft hair exuding a quiet virtue. If her son had not used her motherly instinct to break through her defenses against him, her beautiful body would have belonged to her husband alone forever... Thinking of this, I turned around and leaned my head against my mother's waist and hugged her tightly. I put my nose against my mother's vagina and took a few deep breaths of the "maternal love" emanating from it and said, "Mom, you are everything to me!" I paused: "Mom, the first time I had sex with a woman was not with you!" "What? That's not right. You were only 14 when you did that with mom. How could you be so young and have sex with other women..." "Mom, 14 is not young. Some people now develop at the age of 9! Do you remember the girl named 'Minmin' in the yard? You even gave her extra lessons! Teacher Liu's daughter, you must know her." "Oh, the girl who looks very quiet?"...Minmin is also the daughter of a teacher in the teachers' compound. We often played together. When we were about 6 or 7 years old, a friend suggested playing a game of house pretending to be a couple. She and I drew lots to be in a group to play the husband and wife, and the others played our son. We cooked with mud, made tables with slate, made dishes with wild flowers and weeds, and took care of the "child" and had a lot of fun. When it was getting dark and we were about to end our game, a fat friend said that husbands and wives have to kiss each other after dark. This was what his father told him, so Minmin and I had to kiss before the game was over. The companions who pretended to be our children also encouraged us to kiss each other, so we shyly touched each other's lips and ran home... The first kiss happened beautifully in this way, if the kiss between mother and son does not count. Later we often played this game. One day, her parents were not at home, and a few of us were watching TV at her house. She took out some candies to "treat" us, and was busy serving us tea and water, just like a little adult. Xiaopang, Huzi and Qiangqiang were clamoring to play poker, so she went into her parents' bedroom to look for them. After searching for a long time without finding them, she asked me to go in and help. We searched through all the boxes and cupboards for her mother's underwear but couldn't find it. Then, outside, Fatty's voice came, "Hey, isn't this it? We found it next to the TV station. No need to look for it anymore!"

We stuffed the things back, and I took a draft book and said, "Minmin, this is your drawing, it's so beautiful!" "Yes!" She sat next to me and we chatted about the draft drawing. I looked at her little mouth and remembered the kiss that day, and suggested, "Let's play house, or pretend to be a couple!" We played for a while, and Minmin said, "My mother said that a husband and wife are not happy without a child. Let's find someone to pretend to be a child!" "Adults can give birth to children, wouldn't it be better if we have one?" "How do we give birth? Do we have to sleep together like my parents do?" "Maybe, let's try..." We both got into her parents' spring bed, covered ourselves with the quilt and hugged each other. After a while she said, "No, we can't have children. Xiaopang said that his parents kissed before he gave birth!" "Then let's kiss?" "Yeah!" Our two little mouths were pressed together without moving, and we could feel each other's breathing. "Kissing is so boring." Minmin pushed me away and said, "It's not fun at all!" We sat on the bed with pillows on our heads, and Minmin suddenly exclaimed, "I know how to make kissing fun!" She got out of bed, took out a candy from the corner of the box, peeled off the candy wrapper, put half of it in her mouth, and said, "If you kiss with the candy in your mouth like this, your mouth will feel sweet!" So we rolled around each other again, sucking, biting and licking the candy in our mouths, playing the innocent game of playing house. I am very familiar with this game, which is similar to eating from mother's mouth. Sometimes Minmin doesn't hold the candy firmly in her mouth and the candy falls into her tongue, but I can also skillfully scoop it out of her mouth. I touch her undeveloped little nipples like touching mother's breasts. She doesn't say a word and I can see that she likes me doing that. I lay on top of her, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. I didn't understand anything at that time, I just felt it was very comfortable and fun, and my heart was itching... We probably dissolved the candy in our mouths, and Minmin said, "I want to pee!" I got up and she went to the toilet... The guys in the hall were watching TV and playing cards, and they didn't notice at all the exploration journey of the mysterious world that Minmin and I had just taken!

From then on, it was like we had discovered a door of unknown temptation, and we couldn't help but walk in to explore again and again. We often play the husband-wife kissing game when no one is around and the girl often carries candies in her pocket, and she will put one in her mouth and then kiss us like she did the first time. I used the experience of eating with my mother to suck her mouth and touch her tender body. She trembled slightly all over and hugged me tightly, letting me kiss and touch her. Later, we had this kind of experience more often, and naturally when there was no one around, we could understand each other's needs without even eye contact. We left traces of our "marital love" on her parents' bed, my mother's and my bed, in the bushes we passed by on the way home from school, and next to the dry well... She truly became my first woman when I was 9 years old. We secretly tasted "candy" for two years. Her parents applied for a government-funded trip (only couples can travel) and entrusted her to my mother's care.

During the holiday, my mother took her and me back to her hometown, and we went to the back mountain holding hands. Seeing that there was no one around, we hugged and kissed again. This time I felt very excited and pushed her down at the root of a big tree. Her nipples, which were slightly bigger than rice grains, were bulging out when I touched them. I took off her coat and lifted up her thin white shirt as if I was sucking mother's milk. I touched, sucked and scratched her tender, snow-white, flat breasts. Her rosy and pink areola, the size of a fifty-cent coin, was covered with my saliva, and her small nipples were sucked by me until they bulged out into a small dot. Instinctively, I rode on her body and moved my lower body (in the past two years, we often did some actions similar to sex through our clothes. She touched my penis and I touched her vagina. It was really comfortable). For the first time, I put my hand into her pants and touched her vagina directly. It was very tender and smooth, without any hair, like a small round bowl with a crack in the middle. She closed her eyes tightly, her lips trembled slightly, and her facial expression looked like a silent moan or cry. We hurriedly took off our pants. I had seen and touched my mother's vagina since I was a child. Although her undeveloped vagina could not be compared with my mother's mature vagina, which was so exciting, it felt different to touch. I kissed her all the way down from her nipples, then gave her vagina a hard, wet kiss, licking her labia and slit up and down with my tongue. I sucked with a sizzling sound, and she actually sobbed like she was crying. This must be the moan of a little girl... I threw myself on her body, and she shouted, "No!" She pushed me down with trembling hands and let me do it. I used my immature penis to poke and rub her tender vagina, and I pressed her down hard and pushed in without knowing how. Her vagina was so tight and narrow, and there was not much fluid in it (women will not secrete much fluid no matter how hard you do it before they are fully developed, because the vaginal walls are not mature), but it was just the right size for my small and hard penis. I thrust my buttocks forward, and with a "gulp" the penis was buried inside, but I didn't know what to do next.

The two of us were naked and hugging each other, one on top and one on the bottom, not moving at all. After a while, she said, "Move your butt like we used to when we were hugging each other!" My nipples were completely pressed against hers, and so were the rest of my body. Her undeveloped breasts could not lift my body up like her mother's, so there was no feeling of flattening a sphere, but for a child without sexual intelligence, penetration into the vagina is the most instinctive and primitive pleasure. I pumped my butt regardless of anything, and my penis was thrust into her tender virgin land... Warm light poured down from the gaps in the trees. A white flower fell on my naked shoulders, emitting bursts of fragrance... My bladder was tight, and I "ejaculated". I screamed - my glans began to urinate in her dense vagina, and her undeveloped uterus was strongly impacted by the stream of urine, causing her to arch her body and close her eyes as if crying to endure extreme pleasure. I urinated in her vagina for more than two minutes. The urine kept seeping out from the crack of her vagina and sprayed onto my lower abdomen and thighs. Several drops splashed onto my face. I lay powerlessly on top of her, my testicles twitching from time to time, and every time they twitched, a few drops of urine came out and fell deep into her vagina. Maybe it was the stimulation that aroused her urge to urinate, and suddenly she also began to urinate. The urethra of a girl is outside the vagina, and the urine stream instantly shot towards my chest and abdomen, then bounced back to her chest and abdomen, and finally flowed from her neck to the ground... The indescribable happiness brought the two children into an extreme fairyland. I suddenly straightened my waist and quickly thrust into her vagina! Magnolia tree, the place where mom and dad had their first relationship, and somehow a little girl and I also completed our first time under this ancient sunshade tree for thousands of years! The magnolia flowers smell so good... "So damn good!" I turned around and leaned my head against my mother's waist and hugged her tightly. I put my nose against my mother's vulva and took a few deep breaths of the "maternal love" emanating from it, intoxicated. Mom tapped my forehead and said, "Don't say bad words. No wonder I blushed when I talked about you when I was tutoring Minmin! How long did your relationship with her last?" "Since we moved, so I've been the one to get her to have such a good figure and plump body!" Mom pinched my nose and said, "Don't be so conceited. Girls are different from men. Their bodies are very important. What if the man she marries in the future finds out about what happened between you and her?" "It's easy. She'll just serve me, your master, for the rest of her life!" "Ha, you wish..." Mom glared at me deliberately. I sat up and tickled her armpits, but she resisted. We pushed and hugged each other on the sofa and played softly... Minmin and I haven't been in touch for several years. I heard that she skipped grades and was admitted to a key university in the province, and there were many people chasing after her at school. I didn't tell my mother that Aunt Du was the second woman I had sex with. If I told her, my mother would be very angry because Minmin and I are of the same age, and Aunt Du would be suspected of misleading children. My mother might think that she raped me - which was indeed no different from rape, but I cannot deny that I felt very good at that time.

About three months after I had actual sex with my mother while “playing games” at Aunt Du’s house, Aunt Du asked me to go to her house several times, and she took the initiative every time. As a teenager, I was easily seduced by a middle-aged woman, and I couldn't help but half-resist having sex with her. Her big breasts filled my small mouth. I had to hold one big breast with both palms and use all my strength to give her enough stimulation. Although I didn't like her smell, she taught me many skills. She let me try oral sex and even anal sex.

So in my mother's eyes, I was a restless child in adolescence. However, my understanding of women was deeper than my mother imagined. I learned to appreciate and taste women instead of just enjoying their bodies restlessly. Minmin, my mother and Aunt Du are three different kinds of women. Minmin is a simple girl, through her she helps me get rid of my immaturity and shyness; my mother is a virtuous woman, through her she brings me a woman's warmth and understanding; Aunt Du is a lonely woman, through her she teaches me how to show masculine brutality and strength...So I no longer express my masculine brutality and strength to my mother in a immature and shy way. No matter what I do, she will use a woman's warmth and understanding to soothe my restless body and mind.

That summer, my mother and I went on a trip out of the province, and a deputy mayor of a city insisted on driving us all the way. There are many people who try to curry favor with Dad, but this deputy mayor heard that someone is powerful, so there is no need to curry favor with Dad or anything like that. But we couldn't refuse his "enthusiasm", so my dad asked him to accompany my son and me and drive for us, and then we would go to my dad's army to reimburse the travel expenses (of course, it was just talk, he of course reimbursed it at his own unit). Along the way, he carried bags for us, bought water and handed us paper, drove to deliver things even if they were a few steps away, and booked hotel rooms in advance. He took care of everything. As we chatted on the way, he turned out to be my mother's college classmate. He said that he had pursued my mother back then and wrote her a love letter, but he didn't know if she received it. He laughed and said that he still regretted it. So my mother chatted with him familiarly all the way.

The ease and enjoyment of the journey made us mother and son relax a lot. We took a bath together, watched TV together after bathing, and slept in the same bed late at night. At night, I quietly put my hands on my mother's body, and groped her body as I did at night before, pressing myself against her and intoxicated in a world of softness and fragrance... The environment of the hotel, coupled with the pleasure of the journey, made my mother relax rarely, and my increasingly sophisticated skills made her breath gasp, her body twisted slightly and tremble weakly. Suddenly I turned on the orange light beside the bed. Without the protection of the night, our smooth bodies, mother and son, stuck together, were completely exposed. My mother was startled, and her face turned red with an awkward expression. She said in a voice quieter than a mosquito, "Turn off the light." Her protest was so weak, and I was no longer the young boy who was ignorant of women. Under the light, my mother's skin was rosy, tender and smooth. Her thin panties were rolled up to her thighs. Her close-fitting cotton underwear was turned over her chest as she lay on her side, revealing her full and round breasts like peaches. The slight sweat on her neck made her look even more charming and feminine.

I hugged my mother tighter, grasped her breasts, put my mouth close to her shoulders, neck and face, kissed her and said, "Mom, I want to look at you. We have been like this for so long at night, and you never let me turn on the lights. During the day, we mother and son pretend nothing happened and avoid the problem. I don't want this. Mom, let me turn on the lights and do it. Men can have an orgasm when they look at women!" As I spoke, I kissed and touched my mother's body with my mouth and hands. I used all the experience I learned from Aunt Du on my mother. She excited me so much that she couldn't help but moan a few times, and just whispered, "Don't put it in!" and let me do it without saying anything... I got great satisfaction from the perspective and psychology that night. Although I still only rubbed my mother's vagina until I ejaculated, I finally realized under the light that my mother was such a beautiful young woman with a breathtaking beauty. After ejaculating the last drop of semen, I fell into a deep sleep exhausted, when a word from a cartoon suddenly flashed through my mind: The best! I got up to pee in the middle of the night, and my mother was not asleep when I went to bed. I asked, "Mom, why aren't you asleep!" She said, "I can't sleep." After a while, she sat up and said, "Your dad must not know about our mother-son relationship. If you need it in the future, I can give it to you. But don't let anyone know..." I leaned on my mother's arms and said, "Mom, you are so good to me!" "Silly boy, I'm your mother. I will stand by you no matter what the situation is. Well, who told you that men can have an orgasm more when looking at women? Don't read those boring books. They teach bad people!"... Later, the deputy mayor drove my son and me from one place to another for fun. He took care of all the miscellaneous matters so that we could enjoy the journey without being disturbed. Every night, my mother and I roll around in bed, and I let my youthful energy flow into the body of the mature and voluptuous young woman. Every time the lights were on, my mother would close her eyes to avoid my passionate gaze that scanned every inch of her skin. My mouth kissed my mother's beautiful face like raindrops, sucked and kissed her soft and fragrant lips and teeth, and my hands grasped her noble and soul-stirring full breasts, leaving my wet saliva on her nipples, areolas, belly buttons and their surroundings. At that time, my mother allowed me to touch her vagina but not lick it, so I had to use my mouth and hands to kiss her lower abdomen, then bypass that triangular mysterious area and kiss and swallow from the thighs and buttocks down to the calves and feet, or turn my mother's body over and suck and lick from the calves to the buttocks, slide down her back and show her shoulders... I usually stay longest at the junction of my mother's breasts and cleavage, buttocks and buttock groove (my mother said the anus was dirty and didn't let me touch it), the inner thighs and the protruding vulva. I buried my head in her and breathed in the fragrance of my mother's flesh, the sizzling sounds of her kisses and her intermittent moans as she tried her best to suppress her breath, combined with the naked bodies of a loving mother and son twisting together, became the most enchanting scene in the entire hotel. How exciting it would be if there were a camera capturing the forbidden pleasure between me and my mother at this moment. Who can say there aren’t any? So many romantic videos were recorded secretly by cameras placed secretly in hotels! Such imagination made my blood boil and my penis became harder than iron, burning with pain. I pounced on my mother's body like a hungry ghost and rubbed my rough penis into my mother's peach-braided vulva and vaginal slit, feeling the tight clamping of my mother's inner thighs and the contraction of her vagina, as well as the feeling of the glans rubbing against her labia in different postures. My mother kept her eyes slightly closed during the whole process. She usually didn't speak unless I hurt her, used the wrong posture, or invaded places she was not allowed to enter. But I could always reach a fatal climax in the divine pleasure, spraying hot thick semen onto my mother's vagina, abdomen and chest!

I was excited to see my mother's naturally beautiful body, but I also felt sad that I couldn't have sex with her as freely as Minmin or Aunt Du. Only my father is allowed to enter her private part, but my passion is always left out "outside the door" of that hot purgatory that every man dreams of! That is her moral bottom line, a sacred paradise that cannot be violated by other men. As her selflessly loved son, relying on the mother-son intimacy and her great maternal love since childhood, I got closer to this door of bliss step by step, and was able to open the "crack in the door" to peek into the deep and magical inside, and smell the suffocating smell inside... For a person, especially a young and impulsive teenager, to reach the ideal "gateway" but not be able to enter, and to always linger at the point of just having a taste, is simply more tormented than death. A friend of mine once said that the feeling of ejaculating outside a woman and ejaculating inside a woman is absolutely worlds apart. I completely agree with what he said. I have experienced the deeper side of women from Minmin and Aunt Du. However, my mother, as my goddess, has never been able to enter the womb of the "sacred palace of her son" where she brought me into the world twenty years ago. There, I was connected to my mother by blood and skin, and my father, a foreign invader of my mother's body, not only received my mother's eternal love, but also had the overbearing power to enter the paradise anytime and anywhere. How unfair. Although the cuddling, intimacy, and telepathy between my mother and I are incomparable to my father's, these are the natural results of maternal love and he cannot be jealous of them. The physical intimacy between us as mother and son is completely different from the love between my parents. I always feel the maternal breath on my mother's body. Her behavior will unconsciously maintain a mother's reserve, as if she is holding me in her arms, cherishing and protecting me. Secretly watching my parents making love and their sex tapes, it shows more of the needs of men and women to devote themselves to each other's bodies. My mother was charming and compliant at that time, submissive and moving, always showing the fragility of a woman and her submission to my father's arms and chest.

When Dad reached orgasm and ejaculated, her moans were like some kind of encouragement and praise, which stimulated Dad so much that he moved his hips eagerly and indulged himself in the desire that he wanted to explode his body. He grabbed Mom's breasts hard, and thrust forward with his soldier-like rapid speed as if he wanted to penetrate Mom's vagina. He grabbed Mom's elastic breasts with his rough palms covered with calluses, and pressed Mom's body tightly, letting her scream "ah ah" a few times to vent the heavenly pleasure. My mother put on a charming look, as if she was willing to be torn apart at will, and her body exuded endless femininity... When I climaxed and ejaculated, my mother was the opposite. She tried her best to resist the attack of pleasure so as not to look like a mother gasping for breath after being caressed by her son. The contractions of her vagina were obviously much slower in speed and frequency because she was suppressing herself. Often when I ejaculate I can only see her dazed and intoxicated eyes for less than two or three seconds, and soon she will gently open her eyes slightly and watch me working hard in her body, caressing my shoulders and back lovingly, as if saying, "Don't get tired, be gentle!" - What I want is not only a woman like a mother, but also a mother like a woman! This is why I envy my father. Only in his arms do I see a mother who is like a woman!

But the opportunity came. After the deputy mayor had accompanied us on the tour for nearly a month, he knocked on our door one night and hesitantly told us the purpose of his trip. It turned out that although he seemed to be very successful in the officialdom, he had offended many people on his way up. This year someone reported some of his corruption, and the provincial government has sent people to secretly investigate him. There were many times in the past when he suppressed problems that were much ado about nothing, but this time it was particularly serious. His sworn enemy had bribed the higher-ups to target him, and he heard that Dad was familiar with that higher-up, so he wanted Dad to plead for him or demote him to another place to avoid the spotlight. He knocked on the door. My mother and I were naked on the bed. My mother was lying on her back with her legs bent and clamped together. I was riding on my mother's breasts and rubbing them back and forth. Her hands were supporting my buttocks to give me support and thrust. My mother's cleavage, belly button, and thighs were all covered with my saliva or the transparent and sticky liquid secreted by my glans. Hearing the sound, we got up nervously and tidied our clothes and bed sheets. Then my mother asked me to open the door while she went to the bathroom to wipe her body. I let him in and poured him some water. He asked where my mother was, and I said she was taking a shower in the bathroom and would be out soon.

Mom came out in her pink silk pajamas and sat on the couch next to him, legs crossed. He spoke in his usual ingratiating tone, with his brows lowered and his face pleasing to the eye, and slowly said what he needed his father's help with. Mom never interfered with Dad's official business and never helped others use their power to do such private things. His request was a little hard for my mother to accept, but after all, he had done his best to accompany my mother and me on our trips. Although it was premeditated, I was embarrassed to refuse him outright, and the atmosphere became a little awkward. As he was talking, he knelt down at mother's feet and said, "Sister-in-law, if you don't let big brother help me, I can't make it through this. You have to help me. I know big brother listens to you the most!" Mother was frightened by his action and kept saying, "Get up, get up first, okay!" He grabbed mother's hand and said, "I won't get up if sister-in-law doesn't agree... I, I will die in front of sister-in-law!" Mother retracted her hands like lightning and lifted the corner of her pajamas to cover her legs. She had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll talk to Zhihao and I'll do my best, okay? You get up first. A grown man like you can't just kneel casually..." Mother called father in front of him. After mother's persuasion, father agreed to help him transfer him and communicate with his superiors, but he would have to wait until the end of the month to give him a clear answer on the result. He thanked me profusely and went out. I went over to hold my mother and put my hands on her waist and hips. I pushed her down on the sofa and continued what I had not finished. When I touched her knees, I felt something sticky. I raised my hand and saw that it was transparent mucus. It must be the secretions left by my glans or my mother's lower body. My mother didn't notice it and didn't wipe it off. The deputy mayor was kneeling in front of my mother's knees so close to her knees that he wouldn't see the mucus. With his countless experiences of playing with women, he could easily know what it was. If he saw it, would he suspect that there was something going on between my mother and me? I said, "He is so anxious to do his own thing that he won't pay attention to this detail!" My mother said, "I hope so..." The next day my mother and I went out shopping. My mother said she wanted to buy some women's products and didn't need him to accompany her, so she left him at the hotel. He said he was going to meet the city's secretary and would have dinner together in the evening. My mother and I walked around the streets and alleys to buy some nearby snacks. In the lingerie store, my mother tried on several types of lingerie under the envious gaze of the waitress. Then a very beautiful and elegant woman in cheongsam came over and the clerk introduced her as their boss’s wife. She took the initiative to hand over her business card and jokingly said that she wanted to ask her mother to be a model for the underwear promotion. The name on the business card was "Zhou Yan". She and my mother became familiar with each other and talked about all kinds of women's topics. I was bored, so I played games with Zhou Yan's son, who was two years younger than me and was playing video games in the store. Her son was very handsome and had delicate features like his mother. He was very curious and cute and asked me all kinds of questions. I glanced sideways and saw Zhou Yan at the counter smiling and touching my mother's breasts with her hands, then massaging her own breasts, as if measuring and comparing their size and firmness.

We stayed in the store until noon. Mom and Zhou Yan chatted like a pair of sisters who hadn't seen each other for many years, leaving me aside. Zhou Yan gave my mother several sets of exquisite high-end underwear without charging her any money, and asked her to go into the dressing room and change for a long time. They insisted on inviting my mother and me to a nearby restaurant for dinner, so Zhou Yan's mother and son and the four of us found a table in the corner and ordered food. During the meal, my father called and his tone was very urgent and serious. It turned out that my father told my mother that he had greeted the boss of the deputy mayor's rival last night, and he told my father that he must bring down the deputy mayor this time. He asked his father for help, and his boss told his father not to interfere. The deputy mayor's behavior alerted the enemy and they were going to arrest him tonight! Dad asked us to leave quietly today, not to ask any acquaintances to give us a ride, and to come back directly by sleeper bus, so as to avoid being seen with him and causing trouble! When Zhou Yan heard that my mother was leaving soon, she called and asked someone to drive us back to the hotel. We picked up our luggage and went to the station to take the bus. Before leaving, Zhou Yan held my mother's hand reluctantly and made an appointment with her to visit her when she had the chance in the future.

My mother and I haven't ridden in a sleeper car since my father became the head of the group, but today is a special day. We walked into the sleeper and sat on the upper bunk at the back, next to the window. I lay on the front and my mother on the outside. The carriage was filled with a strong smell. Many people were covered with one blanket. Mom took out Dad's military coat from the luggage and covered us. (Mom would take Dad's coat with her wherever she went. She said it smelled like Dad. Dad was often not at home. I saw Mom several times wearing a white shirt and this military coat, hugging herself on the sofa and drinking coffee. That was her way of feeling the smell of her husband. Her love and loyalty to her husband were all revealed in the details of life. I thought confidently: Relying on maternal love, I am the only man who can survive and defeat Dad and get Mom's whole body and soul!) and covered us. Opposite us was a young couple returning home from work and their two or three-year-old son.

The car was moving neither fast nor slow, and my mother and I lay sideways facing each other and chatted. Mom was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and soft light yellow trousers. The light blue lace bra that Zhou Yan gave her was faintly visible, making her breasts look more upright. I put my hands on my mother's waist and hips, feeling her warm body temperature as the car shook slightly. After driving for more than ten hours, most people in the car soon fell drowsy. I asked my mother to get me some water, and when I was drinking it, I accidentally spilled it on her lower abdomen, making her clothes a little wet, revealing the edge of her panties and her lower belly groove. We lay down again, I hugged her waist and pressed against my mother's body. The feminine scent of her body made my penis bulge out of my shorts, and it was hard and pressed against the wet part of my mother's belly. The bra revealed her plump, white breasts, and I couldn't help but lower my head to kiss them. Mom raised her hand to adjust the direction of the air conditioner, then pulled Dad's military coat over her chest to cover my head that was shaking on her chest. My hands were regularly grabbing my mother's braids on her buttocks. My mother hugged me, and we moved under the shelter of our military coats. I used my teeth to pull off a corner of my mother's bra, revealing her peanut-sized, fleshy, red nipple and started sucking it.

Until I had nocturnal emission, my mother had been secretly breastfeeding me from my father when I was acting like a spoiled child, so my mother's breasts can still secrete some milk, which totals to about half a cup (my father often wondered why every time he grabbed my mother's breasts during sex, there was milk hanging from her nipples. He joked, "Wife, you are too maternal, do you also want to be your husband?" After saying that, he grabbed my mother's thirst-quenching milk like a hungry wolf pouncing on a sheep, his mouth and tongue constantly thrusting out the milky fragrance from my mother's breasts). The milky, white and fragrant milk spurted into my throat like silk threads to lubricate my lips and tongue, and my neck and throat made a gurgling sound as if I were swallowing water. My mother looked back and saw that most of the passengers were sleeping quietly. She didn't say anything, but lowered her head and watched me suck milk roughly with a gentle expression, stroking my back gently with her hand. My lips covered the entire areola, my tongue moved around the nipple, and one hand grabbed the other breast. My rapid breathing hit my mother's chest and neck, as if I was afraid that someone else would come and compete for my mother's beautiful breasts. I had a selfish and strong desire to possess them. Suddenly the bus jolted violently and we bounced up. Mom's nipple popped out with a "bo" sound and milk immediately radiated onto my face, wetting Mom's collar and military coat. Star-like milky white droplets stuck to the bed on the side of our heads and to my hair. My mother reached out from her military coat to get the women's handbag that was placed by the window on the bunk, and found a tissue to wipe the breast milk off my head, face, and bunk. While my mother went to get the tissue, my head and mouth were always pressed against my mother's body and I didn't stop moving. I unbuttoned the two buttons on my mother's chest and reached into the bra on the other side to press directly on my mother's breast... As the car bumped, I fell asleep in the night with my mother's breast in my mouth. The continuous street lights on both sides of the highway shone into the car, dimly lit, with an ambiguous atmosphere.

I don’t know how long it was before the cold wind from the air conditioner woke me up. I then realized that my mother had turned her back to me and pulled her military coat down to the lower bunk, not covering me. The air in the bus was turbid, so I opened the window a little to let in some air. When I turned around and saw my mother's graceful back and round, elastic buttocks exposed outside her military coat, my lower body began to stir. I pulled up my military coat to cover my mother's body, and reached my hand from her waist to her chest. I found that my mother's breasts were only half covered by her bra when I turned it up. Almost the whole breast was exposed, and her nipples were bright red and beautiful, standing out in front of people. The other breast was buried in the bunk because of her sleeping position. I was shocked. No one noticed! Looking around, I saw that everyone was asleep and breathing evenly, which made me feel much more at ease. But looking at the bunk of the working couple opposite gave me a great fright. Their two or three-year-old son was lying on his mother's chest, staring at me and my mother! He must have seen my mother's exposed breasts clearly. I pulled up my coat to cover my mother's chest, glared at him with a fierce look to scare him, and whispered, "Little brat, if you look at me again, I'll beat you!" He was so scared that his mouth pouted and he was about to cry. I was afraid that he would really cry and wake everyone up, so I quickly put on a smile and said, "Okay, don't cry, brother will give you candy later!" When he saw that I was no longer fierce, he stopped crying, but his eyes still looked at us like that. He and I were in a stalemate for a while, and finally, regardless of the boy's gaze, I couldn't help but attack my mother. In fact, I didn't have to worry about who else except that guy would see what my mother and I did, because we were in the back row of the car, and opposite us were only a working couple. The man hung his shirt on the roof bar and slept with his upper body naked. The angle of the cover made our side just right to be secretive. With the cover of night, the street lights shining into the car had only a limited line of sight. We just had to be careful not to wake up the couple opposite. As for that guy, he didn't understand anything, so he could watch if he wanted!

My lower body was right in the middle of my mother's buttocks. The car was a little bumpy, and I couldn't help but press my mother's breasts with my hands to the rhythm. Maybe it was because of the pair of bright black, curious, crystal eyes staring at me, I felt so impulsive at the time. I pulled open the military coat that covered my mother's chest to expose her plump breasts that had never been seen by anyone except me and my father, and adjusted the direction of the air conditioner so that my mother would not be frozen. He rested his head on his mother's shoulder, looked into the eyes opposite him, and began to stretch out his five fingers to lift, grab, and knead his mother's breasts. From time to time, he pinched the nipple between his index and middle fingers and pulled, pressed, rubbed, and shook it. His hard penis was inserted into the round buttock groove and rubbed again and again. The boy stared at his mother's breasts that were held in my hands. His little hands subconsciously grabbed his mother's clothes on her chest, and his mouth had an instinctive reaction similar to a baby swallowing milk, and the corners of his mouth trembled several times. It was so exciting that I took off my pants and exposed my penis and rubbed it into my mother's butt wrapped in trousers. My mother's breathing rose and fell regularly. In the past, when I woke up in the middle of the night to caress her body, she would let me do what I wanted in a half-asleep state. Perhaps this familiar rhythm made her feel comfortable and sleep well. She didn't feel anything different and didn't realize that I exposed her body. And there was a curious but confused child staring at us mother and son, and it felt as cool as if we were having an affair under someone else's nose without anyone blaming or telling on us. I think tonight will leave a deep impression on this child’s mind. When he grows up and recalls what happened on the bus, it will be enough for him to experience infinite happiness and a dreamlike haziness. He will doubt whether the experience was as real as he imagined in his mind! I grabbed my mother's breast with one hand and unbuttoned and zipped her trousers with the other hand and reached to the edge of her panties. I put my head around my mother's ribs and licked her breast muscles on the side. From time to time, I looked up at the boy opposite, showing my intoxicated expression of sucking my mother's body as if to say teasingly: "My mother is much more beautiful than your mother! Do you want to lick my mother? No way!" After playing for a while, I sat up, took off my clothes and exposed my upper body. Seeing that the boy was staring at me, I sat up a little pervertedly and stroked my exposed penis in his direction three or four times, as if I was proud of how much he "appreciated" what my mother and I did. Then I leaned over and unbuttoned all the buttons of my mother's shirt and pulled off her trousers. My mother just said "hmm" and let me do it. I pulled the military coat to the lower part of her abdomen, so that her plump breasts and beautiful belly button were all exposed. It seemed to me that the boy's eyes were about to bulge out, and his face looked like one of fear but more of unprecedented surprise! I held my mother's mouth and pretended to taste the delicious food. My mother made a confused sound in her throat as if she was having a wet dream. I clearly heard her calling my father's name "Zhihao!" - Maybe my jealousy of my father was slowly developed from hearing his name in my mother's dreams again and again. My mother can be inseparable from me when she is awake, but when she falls asleep, she still dreams of my father subconsciously. This is why my penis would become soft when I heard this name during sex in the future. My mother's response to sex is essentially towards my father. What I took away was just my mother's body with maternal love. I hate my mother's loyalty to my father and the fact that my father has such a beautiful and virtuous wife and mother. But at the same time, I am paradoxically proud to have such a virtuous mother. At least my family will not become unstable because of trivial emotional matters because of a woman like my mother! (Even if her father cheated on her, she would still love our home even if she hated him.) I half raised my head and looked at the child opposite me. My fingers were drawing circles around her belly button or making thrusting movements around her belly button. With my other hand, I opened her panties and kept stroking her plump vagina, simulating the action of making love inside and outside her labia. Soon, the crystal liquid wet my fingers. He stretched out his fingers and smeared the liquid on the mother's belly button and nipples, and finally put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them. Nipples covered with slippery liquid are absolutely irresistible to children. He bit his fingers and stared at his mother's delicate round breasts. With his other hand, he pressed his mother's B to C cup breasts through her clothes and clamped his calves around his mother's waist. His appearance reminded me of the time when I was a child lying on the sofa in my mother’s arms watching TV. I caressed my mother’s body curiously and tremblingly. It was so exciting! Will he love the smell of his mother as much as I do? I heard that men are naturally mother-loving. The key is whether the environment can cultivate and stimulate his hidden essential desires! Mother is the first woman in every man's life. She is mature, perfect and loving. In her eyes, everything about you is a good thing, and everything she has is selflessly given to you. She silently endures your unreasonable demands and willfulness. No matter what kind of woman she is, whether she loves her husband or not, there are almost no mothers who don't love their sons!

On the one hand I hope he forgets what my mom and I did tonight, but on the other hand I can't help but wonder what will happen to him and his mom in the future. Because a man who has tasted the flavor of his mother on the soft bed in the dark night is absolutely completely different from a man who has only seen his father roughly "bullying" his mother in the fragrance of his mother's breasts or a man who has never had flesh to flesh with his mother. I hope someone can share with me the shock of deeply penetrating into a mother's body and soul, and tell the world how great a mother's love combined with physical pleasure is! Your father can enjoy your mother's body, but he cannot escape the separation and reunion after the passion of men and women. They may separate and abandon each other. As for the mother and the son, who can separate them? You enjoy your mother's infinite tenderness, endless obedience, and limitless consideration that your father cannot enjoy... You are your mother's only true conqueror of body and soul. Your thick love fluid is released on your mother's soft and boneless body, and she will open her chest and absorb it cleanly, without leaving a drop!

There is a famous saying on the Internet: No matter how beautiful a woman is, she will always be fucked by a man. If God gives you a beautiful mother but she is only caressed by your father, aren’t you letting God down?

Under the cover of darkness and the carriage environment, I became more and more courageous. I began to take off my mother's panties to the base of her thighs, and used my fingers to separate the sides of her labia and tried to insert them into the slit from behind her buttocks. My bold move made my mother wake up. She gently pressed her hand on my hand that reached her vagina, and grabbed my hand that was fingering her vagina to prevent me from moving further. She said quietly, "Xiaolong, don't, don't touch there!" That was my mother's last line of defense. My mother allowed me to do anything with her body except inserting it there. I tried many times but failed every time. But today the environment is special, and the carriage gave me unlimited courage and bravery. I gasped and put my mouth close to my mother's ear and said, "Mom, I want you, I want you so much, please promise me this time!" And I used all my strength to hold my mother tightly and not let her have any room to resist.

Afraid of waking up the passengers around her, she twisted her body slightly to block my invasion, and her military coat suddenly fell to the ground. My mother was naked in the car. Her mind was on me and it was night, so she didn't notice the pair of bright black eyes opposite her watching the whole process. The child must have noticed my mother's beautiful vagina and the glans of my penis moving in her open labia, as well as my fingers and I entangled in pushing and twisting her lower body.

My mother's face turned red. She put her head down on the bunk and said, "Go down and bring up the coat!" I knew the coat was our only privacy, so I picked up my shorts and jumped down to pick it up. After getting the coat, my mother immediately wrapped it tightly around her body. She was silent for a long while. Seeing my hungry and eager eyes, she bit her lip and said as if she had mustered up a lot of courage: "Just once! No need in the future. You promise me that I will give you..." I nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice, reached into the military coat, touched my mother's body all over, and then held my hard penis to explore the entrance of my mother's hole and inserted it into her. My experience with Minmin and Aunt Du made me familiar with women's caves, and soon I was completely immersed in my mother's vagina! I almost came at that time, I was so excited... The child opposite saw the surface of the coat covering our bodies moving up and down, and he didn't understand what we were doing. Perhaps instinct made him realize that something magical must be happening inside. When I kiss my mother on the mouth with her eyes closed, she will shake her head away to stop me. For her, if a man touched her breasts, entered her private parts and then kissed her, it was simply betrayal and an affair with her husband. Even if it was her closest son who was most familiar with her body, she would blush and feel ashamed (so later on, mother and son, we became more open about sex, and she never took the initiative to put her tongue into my mouth, as that would make her feel wanton).

My movements became more and more vigorous, and my mother half pushed and half blocked me. My mother's vagina gives me a completely different feeling from Minmin's or Aunt Du's vagina. Minmin's vagina is tight and tender but not lubricated enough and a little dry when rubbed. Aunt Du's vagina is wet but loose and cannot tightly wrap around my newly developed penis. My mother's vaginal opening was like a soft and powerful little hand that swallowed the base of my penis. The front one-third was like a wriggling worm tunnel. The wrinkled flesh on the inner wall licked the middle of the penis, and the glans was sucked by the uterine opening which was like a small mouth (before this, I always thought that a woman's vagina would only contract when she had an orgasm or was occasionally strongly stimulated. I didn't expect that my mother's vagina would start twitching in waves from the moment I inserted it until the end, sucking my penis with varying degrees of intensity). It was so comfortable at that time, and every time I thrust into her, my mother would cooperate by slightly lifting her buttocks - this was her unconscious expression. Over the years, I have discovered that my mother's obedience and gentleness towards her man is determined by her virtuous nature, as mentioned before, and she will naturally be able to bring the greatest satisfaction to men. Therefore, her gentleness expressed in the body can always give men the feeling they want in the most appropriate way. For example, when you enter mother's body from behind, she will naturally lift her buttocks in coordination with your invasion. When a man attacks her body quickly or slowly, her breathing and chest rise and fall will change with your rhythm, and her moans will also be more moving. The most obvious thing is that when you have an orgasm, mother can always experience the orgasm with you. Her vagina always contracts rapidly at that time, powerfully and rapidly expressing her femininity! Even if you sit astride her abdomen for ejaculation outside the body, she will press her arched body and tender belly against your testicles, giving you an infinite sense of accomplishment and conquest, and then burst the hottest liquid into her breasts and abdomen... I was so excited that I shouted out "Mom!" It was so loud, fortunately everyone around me was asleep.

When my mother heard me calling her, she moaned "Hmm" and tightly grasped the corner of her military coat with her hands. Her vagina suddenly twitched my penis like an electric shock, and the opening of her uterus rolled over the glans like an elephant's trunk, powerful yet flexible. God, how can I bear such stimulation? I thrust my butt hard so that my testicles slap my mother's butt. Every time I take out my penis, there is a strong gravitational force sucking it back. Every time I insert it, there is an exciting and subtle sound of juice stirring. Hearing, smelling, touching, rubbing and tasting it, all my five senses produce great pleasure. I know I can't hold on for a few minutes before I ejaculate!

I forgot that there was a pair of small black eyes watching me from the opposite side, and I threw myself into my mother's body, feeling her slight trembling and throbbing... I turned my legs over and pressed on my mother's thighs. The rough movement caused the military coat to open, revealing my mother's bare thighs pressed together. My lower abdomen and half of my mother's buttocks were also exposed to the child's eyes. I thrust in and out desperately, squeezing my mother's breasts so hard with my hands before, as if I wanted to burst them. "Ah!" I sighed deeply and pressed my lower body against my mother's buttocks. The thick semen spurted into the warm uterus. The glans shot outward. My mother's vagina contracted violently, and the opening of the uterus swallowed and bit my glans and sucked all the semen I ejaculated! My mother's whole body was trembling, and her butt jerked up a few times the moment I ejaculated. Her lower body was tightening for two or three minutes... We hugged each other weakly for a long time, then relaxed comfortably, until my penis completely softened inside my mother's vagina and slipped out of the crack of her butt.

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