Mom's New Love (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

Mom's New Love

Original author: Roderigo Labloke

Compiled by: Kerm

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This story is purely fictional. People with poor psychological endurance are advised not to watch it, otherwise the consequences will be at their own risk. The original work was rather bland, so I added some appropriate ingredients.

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(one)

Before I tell you how I became the new man in my mom’s sex life, let me give you a little background about my family.

My dad and mom had a happy sex life for the first 16-17 years of their marriage, but as my dad climbed into the corporate leadership ranks, work became his everything, which took a toll on his marriage. When I was almost seventeen, my father was assigned to manage the second shift of production in the factory. Of course, his salary increased accordingly, but at the same time, the responsibilities he assumed also became heavier. This means that he has to work from 3:30 pm to midnight, and may have to work overtime at any time. He also has to attend meetings on Saturdays, and sometimes he has to visit other production sites on his days off.

He came home late, often didn't go to bed until the early hours of the morning, and seemed tired most of the time.

My father is definitely a hard-working and responsible person. He always devotes 110% of his energy and time to his work. But our family is not short of money. I really don’t understand why he is so busy working all day and has no time to enjoy life.

At home, Dad seems more and more redundant. He and Mom are getting less and less in sync, and Dad has no say in almost everything Mom cares about. Their sex life had virtually ceased to exist. However, my mother was a woman who loved sex (I found out later), and in the first few months, she even tried to arouse my father's sexual interest. Sometimes she would dress up very sexily and wait very late until her father came back, but he always disappointed her. It was not his fault because he was too tired to do anything else. In the afternoon, he was always busy preparing for work in the evening and had no time to take care of his mother. Occasionally I come here on Sundays, but it's just a quick visit. Gradually, Mom gave up and became taciturn and difficult to get along with, but Dad, who was busy with work, certainly didn't realize this.

To be fair, if you pay a little attention you'll find that my mother is actually a very beautiful woman. The "women" I am talking about here are not those petite, beautiful, simple-minded women who are popular nowadays. My mother is not short, she is 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs 140 pounds. She has round and firm breasts, plump and curvy buttocks, firm and straight buttocks, round and plump thighs, well-curved calves, and neat ankles. When she smiles, deep dimples appear on her cheeks, which combine with her straight nose and clear mouth shape, bright dark brown eyes and soft, wavy tan hair. She gives people a stunning feeling, especially to me. The reason I made such a detailed description is simply to tell you that my mother is a great beauty. No matter where she goes, she will be the focus of people's attention.

As for myself - the last member of this family. At that time, I was just a junior in high school, a good student in the traditional sense, with outstanding grades in the class. At the same time, I was also an excellent athlete. I especially liked playing football and was a member of the school team. I'm 5'11", 175 pounds, muscular, and in great shape, and I'm the second fastest runner on the team. However, I have some problems in socializing. For example, I hate having boring conversations with others. I will be at a loss and don’t know what to say when facing girls. Although I have a strong desire for the opposite sex, I often hide this yearning.

I have also had experience in dating the opposite sex, and have had two girlfriends in total.

The first girl was the kind of woman who only wanted to dominate men and tell them what to do. During the time we were dating, she was always dissatisfied with me, saying this and that. Fortunately, I soon got tired of dating her. I admit she was a good kisser, and my only impression was that she liked kissing, but I never thought of entering the world inside her shorts. Now that she's married to a slut who likes to whip her with a belt from time to time, it's certainly not her turn to tell him what to do with his life.

The second one was a shy and very short girl, at least to me. It took me a long time to teach her how to kiss, and although she tried very hard, seemed to like me, and slowly learned to enjoy kissing, she was still very sensitive. Whenever I got carried away and touched her breasts, she would immediately scream and threaten to tell her parents. There was no way out, our relationship had to end. Then a playboy from our school got her into bed, and soon she became a slut ready to have sex with anyone who got the chance.

At one point she hinted to me that if I wanted her she would be happy to cooperate, but I was no longer interested in any part of her body and I would not waste my passion and semen on a woman who was available to anyone.

Okay, enough chit-chat, let’s get back to the book.

I am a young man full of vigor and vitality. I am not ugly, but I can only rely on masturbation to deal with many dissatisfactions in sexual matters. And my mother, a beautiful woman with a strong sexual desire, was neglected by her husband who was busy working. I often come up with many bizarre, vivid and lifelike sexual fantasies out of thin air, and the most frequent object in my fantasies is my beautiful and sexy mother. Think about it, the husband and father is away from home most of the time, leaving two lonely and thirsty people to spend the night alone, and you have a very obvious solution - it is really very obvious, that is - incest (if you approve of this behavior), which is really the most natural thing.

But sometimes, things develop in unexpected ways.

I am in favor of incest, at least I have this idea. I don't think incest is an immoral thing. In traditional concepts, incest is condemned, but I think that in family relationships, the relationship between parents and children is closer than any other person. Blood ties make them rely on each other, and it is inevitable that they have feelings for each other. It is not impossible for this to develop into a sexual relationship. To be honest, I had thought about it, but I never thought it would actually happen, although I had done it with my beautiful mother countless times in my dreams, and I eagerly hoped that one day my dream would come true. But when it came to putting all this into practice, I was at a loss. I spent a long time observing and thinking, and finally came to an incredible conclusion: my mother has always been interested in me - sexually.

After realizing this, although I was not sure, I decided to launch an offensive. From premeditated simple teasing to implicit teasing between each other, everything started slowly and naturally. I know that my mother doesn't feel very good about herself and even doubts her own charm. This is all because of my father's coldness towards her. So I started trying to cheer her up with compliments, letting her know how beautiful and stunning she was to her son. At first I was very clumsy and often couldn't express myself clearly, and I often blushed because of saying the wrong things, but my mother was always able to understand what I meant quickly. I could see that she liked it very much. She knew that I was sincere. Although my words did not sound as grand and beautiful as those of the orators, she could guess the meaning behind these words. With every compliment, my eloquence became better and better, and my mouth became sweeter and sweeter, for which I was often rewarded with a warm hug from my mother.

I started spending more time at home with my mother, comforting her who was neglected by her husband, and we talked about everything. From our conversations, I learned about my mother’s life experiences when she was young, all her interests, hobbies, and dreams. My mother is no longer so high and mighty and far away from me as before, but now she is so close to me, like an interesting friend who deeply attracts me. I found that I could talk to her about anything, even things that I would never dare to say in front of others.

I can also feel that my mother appreciates me as a companion. She seems to be more relaxed and happier than before, and loves life more than before. She seems unwilling to talk about the growing estrangement between her and my father, and has given up trying any further. She often told me about her experience of dating my father, how they met, got to know each other, fell in love, and finally got married. She indirectly, subtly and implicitly made me understand that she had lost the sex life they once shared and loved. Every time this happened, she would shake her head gently, looking very sad, and tell me how much she wished someone could comfort her and talk to her. Every time this happened, I almost blurted out: "Mom, can I stay with you instead of Dad?" But every time the words reached the tip of my tongue, I swallowed them back. I am so cruel to myself for being so cowardly and useless.

Now her mother is concerned about her appearance again. She started using makeup again, had a fashionable hairstyle, and started paying attention to her clothes. She often wears washed-out jeans and a loose top, or sometimes a tight short T-shirt, as if she is showing off to me her dazzlingly beautiful thighs and bulges, her plump and attractive breasts, and the well-proportioned curves of her body. Later, when the weather got warmer and summer came, she put on a very daring and revealing golf skirt, which I had never seen her dressed like before. It all made me itch, especially when I caught a glimpse of her white panties.

Of course, these changes gave me more opportunities to praise her, sometimes even in a very unbridled and corny way, but to be honest, I admired her changes from the bottom of my heart, and my mother was obviously more intoxicated by my praise and would take the opportunity to hug me as a reward. Mom was increasingly using her body to hint to me how much she loved her son. This kind of close yet distant game is going on, which makes me intoxicated. With every hug my desire grows hotter and hotter like the summer sun.

Our hugs became more and more frequent, and I became more and more eager for future developments, but there were things in between that I had never experienced before, and I was no longer a child. Every morning when I go to school, I hug my mother goodbye, and when I get home from school, I am greeted with another warm hug. We hug each other and say good night and good morning. When I greet her, I get a hug, and when I help her with the chores, another warm hug.

Gradually, kisses were added to the hugs. At first we limited ourselves to brief kisses on the cheek, but this soon progressed to heavy kissing, and then naturally evolved into mouth-to-mouth contact. So I began to proactively seek out opportunities to get these kisses I dreamed of, rather than waiting for them to come. For example, when I'm clearing the table after dinner, I'll take the opportunity to hug my mom, give her a kiss, and tell her how sweet it is. When she tried on new clothes, I would pretend to observe seriously, then whistle with envy, hug her tightly and give her an eager kiss. As time went on, the kisses grew softer and sweeter. I think if we didn't sleep in separate beds, my mother and I would look like a very happy couple.

My love for my mother grew day by day, and my desire for her attractive body became stronger and stronger.

You might think that my mother would express her love for me explicitly, but unfortunately that never happened. I can only rely on observation, speculation and physical contact to guess, test and feel my mother's love. If I misunderstand my mother's meaning and act rashly and get kicked off the bed by my mother, what do you think the consequences will be? A woman's heart is the most unpredictable. Fortunately, my mother gave me many hints, but I don't know which hints may bring me good luck. However, my mother gradually stopped covering up and no longer concealed her sexy and charming body.

She would often wear a translucent robe in the mornings, and she had a habit of bending over so that her large breasts would be visible, or so that I could get a vague glimpse of her tight underwear. Every time at this time, I could clearly see her erect nipples, and sometimes I could even see her dark pubic hair through the thin silk clothes. Sometimes when I passed by her bedroom at night and went to the kitchen to find food, I would see her alone in her pajamas. And these silk pajamas obviously couldn't cover her body. I could clearly see the beautiful curves of my mother's body. So touching! It’s great to be alive! Although it's not really soul-stirring, it's still a feast for the eyes.

(two)

There were two times when I saw my mother completely naked, and she obviously intended for me to see it.

Once when I was coming back from school and going up the stairs, my footsteps were a bit loud, but I wasn't sneaking up the stairs. Then my mother suddenly appeared in the aisle at the entrance of the stairs, naked, with her plump breasts and thick, hairy vagina completely exposed in front of me. I was startled and my eyes involuntarily stared at her proudly erect breasts and her weed-covered vagina.

But mom looked more "surprised" and said, "Oh, I didn't know you were home." It seemed that she was not in a hurry to cover up her body. Instead, she turned around coquettishly on purpose so that my lustful eyes could see her charming buttocks enough, and then she slowly walked back to the room.

Another time, the bathroom door was open and I walked in to find my mother inside, having just stripped off her clothes and was naked, obviously about to take a shower. I was embarrassed for a moment and stammered an apology before slinking out of the bathroom with a red face.

"It's okay, dear," Mom didn't seem angry, "I forgot to close the door." It was great that she no longer tried to hide her sexual desire! I was very pleased with what I saw. The only odd thing about this is that there is also a separate bathroom in the parents' room, and my mother used to take a bath there.

As I said, Mom started wearing very short golf skirts (she didn't like playing golf), but only at home and when Dad was out. That day she was wearing such a short skirt, which could just barely cover her hips. When she sat down, her beautiful thighs were completely exposed, and her white panties were always faintly visible - I found that they were always white. My mother paid less and less attention to her sitting posture. She sat opposite me, her thighs sometimes opened wantonly, and sometimes she bent her knees and spread her legs to reveal the scenery under her skirt, as if she was completely unaware that her son opposite her was looking at her with lustful eyes, spewing desire. The white panties frequently appeared and disappeared in my field of vision. Although it was just a quick glimpse, it was enough for me to see clearly the style of the panties. It was a transparent, high-waisted white panties, which allowed you to clearly see the tempting black cross.

(Later, I learned that she was also very conflicted at the time, and had been trying to restrain herself from taking a step that could change our lives forever.)

Nothing happened that day, and I was a little disappointed, but also relieved. I long for a breakthrough, yet I am afraid of it.

When we said goodnight to each other, Mom's kiss was particularly gentle and lingering, taking twice as long as usual and almost as passionate as the kiss between lovers. I could have sworn that her tongue tentatively stretched out twice. She seemed reluctant to part with me, and I was sure she really wanted me to stay with her all night, but I backed off. I'm afraid that once things start, they will be out of control. Although in my dream, I can do anything with my mother in bed, I will not be stingy in giving my mother everything I have, and my mother will give me corresponding returns, including her enthusiasm and even her body. But in real life, I can't, I'm not completely sure what my mother is thinking. Ah, my dream! I'm going crazy. That night, I masturbated all night alone.

The next morning, I got up and took a shower. I felt surprisingly energetic. While I was shaving, I heard my father driving away. Today is Saturday, and I know he won't be back tonight because he has a long meeting at nine o'clock the next morning. Dad is so pitiful. After shaving, I went downstairs to have breakfast. Mom came in soon, wearing another golf skirt (I knew she must have put it on after Dad went out) and a T-shirt, and no bra underneath.

Oh my god, she looked so hot and sexy, and I was only wearing shorts at the time. It was really unbearable, and my cock started to slip away from my conscious control. She made me my favorite pancakes and I sat down. She came to my right side holding a frying pan with pancakes in it and put the pancakes on my plate.

Everything was so natural, without a trace of affectation. I reached my right hand between her legs and gently stroked the inside of her thighs. She suddenly stiffened and stared into my eyes. Her dark brown eyes suddenly radiated dazzling desire, and I knew what I should do next.

It was like an electric shock. When I used my fingers to stroke my mother's soft, satin-smooth skin, the feeling was indescribable. We both froze for a while, waiting for what would happen next.

Well, what should be done has been done. I have broken the ice and the thin layer of paper between us. I have no choice but to move forward. At this point, if I still back down like I did in the past, I would not be a man. So I began to stroke my mother's soft inner thighs up and down, then slowly from the knees to the intersection of the thighs. My mother's breathing immediately became rapid, but she still didn't stop me. Instead, she slowly placed the pan of pancakes on the table. She didn't mean to leave me, but just stood there and let me caress her body. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, and she gently wrapped her arms around my neck, letting me press against her left chest, breathing rapidly. I guess she was also a little afraid of what was going to happen.

For a long time, I just patted and caressed my mother's charming thighs, and my mother just gently hugged my neck. My left hand also pressed on my mother's thigh, and both hands stroked her thigh together. My left hand slowly moved upwards along the outside of my mother's thigh, and soon I touched the height of her panties, but unexpectedly, the skin I touched was soft and warm, which was incredible. My left hand continued to roam over her buttocks, and I finally realized that my mother was not wearing any underwear!

Unable to bear my caress, my mother groaned and pressed my head tightly against her soft and firm breasts.

My right hand was not idle either. It began to move deeper into the inside of my mother's thigh, very carefully approaching the target area that I missed day and night. The mother quickly moved her right leg and spread her thighs to facilitate the exploration of her baby son's eager hands.

I tentatively reached out my hand to my mother's vagina, and touched soft pubic hair. A little further forward, my hand touched my mother's vulva, so I gently and tenderly stroked my mother's warm and moist labia. At that moment, I felt like I was in a place that I was once very familiar with. I swear, from the day I was born until now, I never thought that there would be a day when I could caress my own mother's vagina like a lover. It was only in my dreams.

Everything was like a dream.

As if in response to me, as my hand touched my mother's vagina, my mother's body immediately trembled violently. Then she suddenly took off her T-shirt quickly, turned her body towards me, pulled the troublesome golf skirt over her head, and pressed my face against her naked, soft and plump breasts, while my hands continued to move wildly on my mother's seductive body. With his left hand he teased her labia, while with his right hand he rubbed her buttocks vigorously. It seems that I am left with only instinct.

I flipped her labia apart and inserted my fingers inside. It was already wet inside and the vaginal fluid kept flowing out.

While my mother was breathing heavily, she guided my mouth to lick her nipples. Without her instruction, I consciously used the tip of my tongue to gently flick back and forth on my mother's erect nipples, gently bit the base of the nipples with my teeth, and then enthusiastically sucked and nibbled on my mother's plump and towering breasts.

Mom obviously couldn't stand the little movements of my fingers under her, and her hips began to sway rhythmically from side to side, protesting my illegal intrusion. Her vagina had become very lubricated, and there was no hindrance for the fingers to enter and exit.

Finally, the mother could no longer suppress her physical urges and could not help but cry out: "God, it's wonderful, honey! Don't stop, don't..."

God knows, I have no intention of stopping at all. I just want to go further. This idea has driven me crazy.

My mouth greedily searched back and forth between the breasts, and my fingers continued to tease my mother's vagina.

"Oh...Oh...God!" Mom moaned, her body seeming to melt and tremble with the continued passion.

"Oh...oh...God! So...so...darling! Oh...ah...so...so beautiful!"

If you have never put your fingers inside your mother's vagina or pressed your face against her bare breasts, I guarantee you have never experienced the most wonderful sexual pleasure in the world.

Oh, my cock can't hold it anymore and is about to burst through my shorts.

At this moment, my mother suddenly left the table and dragged me with her.

"Come on, baby!" she ordered. "Take off your pants!"

At the same time, she quickly unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, and I peeled off the extra shorts as quickly as I could, revealing my ugly, purple, hot, thick cock.

"Oh my God, that's a big one!"

As she grabbed my cock and pulled me towards the counter, she looked surprised at the thickness and length of my cock. But she quickly turned around, leaned against the counter, with her back to me, and thrust her domineering butt in front of me. "Here, baby," she said impatiently, "Quick! Fuck mommy from behind."

I stared at my mother's beautiful, white, plump buttocks in awe, and I swear, I really wanted to do as my mother instructed, but I had never seen a woman's vagina before, and had no idea of ​​its structure. I had never even inserted my penis into any girl's body from the front, let alone from the back. How could I start?

Mom reached back again and grabbed my cock.

"Come on, baby!" she urged. "I want your cock in me right now!"

She leaned her upper body over the counter and raised her butt high, urging me to hurry up.

I can't care less. I walked between her wide-open legs, adjusted my dick, aimed at her buttocks, gritted my teeth and thrust forward. To my great surprise, my dick successfully entered my mother's vagina.

God, what does this feel like?

I felt my mother's warm flesh tightly wrapped around my cock, and I was so excited that I almost jumped up.

"Push it in, baby," Mom yelled. "I need your big cock to fuck me hard."

So I pushed my cock in and Mom arched her ass back until my cock was completely buried in her juicy, lovely pussy.

"Oh...it's so beautiful, baby!" Mom murmured, "Fuck me, fuck me hard...fuck your mother to death with your beloved big cock..."

(three)

I gladly obeyed and started pumping my cock back and forth, and she moved her ass rhythmically to match my movements, which was a great experience. Under my fierce impact, my mother's beautiful and dazzling buttocks swayed back and forth lasciviously, which strongly stimulated my nerves. An irrepressible sense of conquest and satisfaction surged in my heart - my mother is mine, and I am my mother's man.

I leaned forward, freed one hand to grasp her breast, and rubbed and squeezed it hard. My mother rhythmically moved her breasts towards my hands, and then she freed one hand to find her clitoris. I could feel her fingers going in and out of her hole along with my cock.

I'm very glad that my mother knows how to twist her clitoris with her fingers because it will speed up her orgasm. I feel that I can't last much longer. The time I have been able to hold on until now has far exceeded my expectations, perhaps thanks to last night's masturbation.

Soon my mother's breathing became more and more rapid, like a bitch in heat, and her movements became more and more vigorous.

“Oh… God… baby! Oh… Oh… I’m going to die… Mommy is almost dying of pleasure! Baby, kiss your good husband, your good husband, your big cock is so powerful, Mommy is going to die! Oh… Oh… Oh… Oh… Oh!… Fuck… Fuck hard… Fuck Mommy to death… Ah…”

As far as I can remember, I have never heard my mother say such flirtatious and obscene words. Even when I eavesdropped on my father and mother having sex, my mother had never been so obscene.

You can imagine how excited I was when I heard such lewd moans.

Even in my countless absurd fantasies, I never imagined that my mother, who seemed very traditional on the surface, loved sex so much, and that there was such an amazing passion in her body.

I couldn't help but speed up the thrusting, and soon, my mother's vagina began to contract violently, sucking my cock tightly.

"Oh... God... God... baby, hurry... hurry... I'm coming! I'm coming... coming... coming..."

Mom screamed and her ass was shaking wildly. I had to hold her ass tightly to prevent the cock from slipping out of her hole.

I pounded my mother's body with all my might, inserting my cock into the deepest part of her body. I felt my glans starting to heat up. I was on the verge of collapse, and the desire to explode filled my whole body.

I yelled, “Here I come!”

I violently ejected the semen that contained all my love and desire into my mother's twitching vagina in an instant.

At this moment, my mother suddenly stopped moving her body and became completely stiff, with only her body shaking violently and unconsciously.

My semen continued to spray into my mother's uterus.

I hugged my mother's trembling body tightly, with my abdomen pressed tightly against her slightly trembling buttocks, feeling the warmth of her body.

The convulsions were going on.

Finally, I stopped ejaculating and my mother let out a long sigh and lay heavily on the counter. I was half lying behind her.

When we both came to our senses, our breathing was still difficult to calm down. My penis had not completely shrunk and was still inserted in my mother's warm vagina. I could still feel the slight beating of my mother's vaginal wall after she was satisfied.

Thank God, I thought, I really did fuck my beloved mother.

My long-cherished desire had finally miraculously come true, and it was even more than I had ever dreamed of. This moment came so suddenly, and I have never been so happy and blessed as I am now.

After a long while, my mother stood up and my penis slipped out of her vagina with a "pop".

Mom turned around, her eyes full of lust, and smiled at me, "Oh, boy, this was a great love-making!"

My cock was still dripping with pre-cum, and the thick liquid was running down Mom's thighs, but Mom didn't care. I immediately realized that my mom actually really enjoyed the filthy stuff during sex.

When I thought of the crazy moment just now, and that was my first time, and my mother's body was so passionate, my cock involuntarily stood up again.

Mom held my big cock tightly, which was becoming erect and full of life again, and looked at it in amazement. "This damn monster wants to move again!" She was delighted: "This is exactly what I need."

How could I say no to such a long-lost, lustful middle-aged woman?

Mom asked me to lie on a chair, then she straddled me, straightened my big cock, aligned it with her pussy that was still dripping with semen, lowered her body, and completely swallowed my cock with her warm and juicy pussy. Then she leaned over, hugged my neck, rubbed her big, soft and plump breasts against my chest, and covered my mouth with her sexy, wet lips.

We both kissed passionately and frantically. Mom stuck out her tongue and our tongues intertwined tightly and passionately, desperately demanding each other.

God, I felt like I was in heaven.

After a while, my mother straightened up, reached behind her on the dining table, dipped some jam from my plate, and then stretched her fingers in front of me. I opened my mouth and wanted to suck her fingers, but she said, "No, close your mouth." I did it.

She spread the jam on my lips and licked them clean.

"Oh!" she whispered in my ear, "My lovely big-cocked son who dares to fuck his mother has a mouth like honey."

Then she dipped more jam and smeared it all over my face, from forehead to chin and even my ears. Then she licked them clean again carefully.

She kept humming, and it sounded like a kitten in heat.

Her body rose and fell from time to time, and she worked hard to stroke my cock. The place where we were connected also played a cheerful melody, making a "puff, puff" sound.

I still can't quite believe that all this is real. I feel like I'm immersed in an absurd, happy, erotic dream, unable to extricate myself, and yet it's all completely and absolutely real.

If you desire your mother as much as I do, just imagine her sitting on your thighs, stroking your penis wildly, her naked breasts rubbing against your chest from time to time, and her soft tongue licking your cheek.

Man, what could be more tempting than this?

Mom poured some more jam onto the plate and this time smeared it on her face.

"Well, my little man, now it's your turn."

I happily began to lick my mother's pretty face, making her giggle and twist her charming waist to avoid my attack.

I licked slowly over her eyes and forehead, her nose and chin, her cheeks and smiling lips.

I really like this game, especially when my cock is full and wriggling in her hole.

Next, Mom smeared the jam all over her breasts and raised her body so that her plump breasts stood upright.

I kissed her all over her body, her body was so smooth, soft and elastic, then I focused my attention on this pair of firm and full breasts, sucking and nibbling on her nipples that were standing proudly with excitement, just like when I was born.

Mom said excitedly, "I want to lower myself so you can get in better."

But then it dawned on her: "Oh, silly me, let's try something sweeter."

She leaned her body back suddenly, almost causing my cock to escape from her vagina. She then spread the jam on my cock and on both sides of her labia.

"Would you like some butter?"

As Mom spoke, she scooped a small spoonful of butter from the plate and used it to slather our genitals with thick makeup.

"Okay, that's it." Then she pushed her hips forward again, allowing my cock to enter her without a handle again.

"Come on!" she said. "Let's do it."

My mother started moving up and down again, and I gave up the initiative and let her do whatever she wanted.

Mom is really a stunner, an excellent sexual partner, has very rich sexual experience, and knows how to make men happy.

I feel so sorry for my dad, he missed out on the best things in the world and I am so lucky.

From time to time, Mom would press her large breasts against my chest or stuff them into my mouth.

When she leans back, her tits can't help but bounce, and I can see my cock going in and out of her hairy pussy.

The jam and butter were bubbling due to the intense friction, mixed with my first ejaculation, and I wondered what they tasted like. Maybe a completely new taste, a mixture of jam, butter and semen.

"Oh, what bad luck!" Mom murmured, "It's happening again. I wasn't like this before."

My mother's face twitched a little, and her expression changed from a smile to a mixture of extreme pain and happiness. It looked like my mother was about to have another orgasm.

Maybe because she hadn’t had sex for a long time, Mom’s climax came particularly quickly.

She began to breathe rapidly and speak incoherently, mixed with excited roars and obscene words, and I was not much better.

“Oh, baby! I love you… I love your big cock!… Good son… Good son… No no… My dear husband… My dear brother… I want you to fuck mommy’s cunt hard… Oh… I can’t stand it anymore… Hurry… Harder… Good… Good… My dear… Mommy’s cunt is about to be broken by you… Oh… Oh oh… Oh oh… Oh oh oh… You bastard… You thief… You bad son who fucked mommy… Oh… It’s… It’s so beautiful… My dear son… You make mommy so happy… Oh oh… My most… Most… Most beloved son… So great… You make mommy so comfortable…”

I began to thrust upward vigorously to cope with my mother's increasingly frantic jumping. My mother became even more incoherent: "Oh... sweetheart... baby... darling... fuck mommy hard... use your big cock, big meat stick to fuck mommy hard... oh... fuck... fuck... fuck me... oh... oh... ah..."

My mother's movements became larger and more violent. Her face turned red as if she was drunk. Her expression was very painful and her face was severely distorted. She looks ugly at this moment, but I think my mother is the most beautiful at this moment.

I can't hold on any longer, I'm going to explode.

In an instant I ejaculated for the second time.

I shot my hot, thick and sticky semen freely and thoroughly into the depths of my mother's twitching and spasming vaginal wall.

Only then did my mother's face relax. She opened her mouth helplessly, staring blankly at the ceiling, and her plump breasts bounced with my impact.

I pounded her body violently until I ejaculated every last drop of my semen.

The crazy sex ended and my mother fell into my arms with her trembling body.

(Four)

We hugged each other like this until our breathing calmed down a little. Mom seemed much better, but she still moaned from time to time.

My cock was still inserted in my mother's vagina, and I could feel the aftershocks of her extreme orgasm.

We were all wet, a mixture of sweat and cum mixed with jam and butter dripping from the chairs onto the floor.

I was exhausted and felt completely drained, but filled with a sense of bliss and joy.

My cock had shrunk a little but was still filling my mom's lovely pussy.

Finally, Mom took a deep breath and sat up.

She looked at me lovingly and said in a very soft voice, "I love you, my dear child. Nothing in the world means more to me than you. Today is the happiest day of my life and I will never forget it."

Then she gave me a gentle kiss.

Although I was still immersed in the afterglow of the happiness just now, recalling the wonderful things that my mother and I had done, I knew very well that I should tell my mother how I felt about her.

I am not very good at speaking, and my words were a bit incoherent and stammering, but I am sure my mother understood what I meant.

I told her how much I had wanted her all these years. Mom said she knew it a long time ago. She had been aware of my unusual behavior for a long time and she knew that I often spied on her secretly. But she was relieved and satisfied with her attraction to her son. Later, she felt that the suppressed fire in her heart was ignited by her son's lustful eyes. She had struggled with this perverted idea for a long time, but finally gave in and began to masturbate, imagining that her son was fucking her. Now she only hopes to adapt to this feeling of incest as soon as possible so that we can continue to communicate spiritually and physically and no longer waste our good time.

We promised each other that this was just the beginning of our love. I sincerely promised Mom that she was all my love, and Mom promised me that from now on, her love and body would be available to me at any time if I liked.

This is more intoxicating than any vows of love.

Finally, my mother reluctantly left my arms and cleaned the dirt off her body.

The result of crazy sex is that our genitals become dirty.

Mom cleaned my cock with her hands and then to my surprise she licked it with her mouth.

"Hey! This is awesome." She exclaimed, "You should try it too."

She pressed my head to her vagina, and I eagerly licked the filth that had already coagulated on her plump labia, licking it non-stop.

Mom was right, it tasted really good, but that alone wouldn't keep me licking it. What was most important was that I could carefully taste and feel Mom's pleasant, pleasing pussy and let her know how much her son loved her and needed every part of her body so badly.

I really appreciate the feeling of my mother's thick pubic hair tickling my nose. I would definitely not like it if her pubic area was hairless. I like truly mature and sexy women, not pure and cute little girls.

My mother's pubic hair is dark brown, thick and curly, covering her plump and raised vulva. Her swollen, moist labia look like a beautiful landscape.

Mom sat up with her back against the dining table and let me rest my head on her open thighs. I became restless and used my tongue to tease, lick and suck Mom's cute little pussy, and inserted my tongue into the pussy.

My mother held my head with both hands, guided me and encouraged me to continue. Her moans and obscene words let me know how much she enjoyed my warm and thoughtful service.

After just a short while, my mother began to twist impatiently, screaming and rubbing her thick pubic hair against my face, almost suffocating me by pressing her soft, wet vagina against my hard working mouth. She pressed my head against the base of her thighs so tightly that I could hardly breathe.

I love the feeling, the scent, the taste of her pubic hair, her wet, lubricated labia, the heaving of her belly.

Suddenly, my mother squeezed her thighs together and clamped my ears. I could hear the uncontrollable passion and restlessness in her body.

My face was covered with the mixture of our love.

Ah, God has been kind to me. For a young man who has never had any sexual experience, I have enjoyed the experience of having sex with my mother from behind, and also enjoyed the wonderful feeling of entering my mother's body from the front. Now I can also lick and suck my mother's beautiful vagina at will. Nothing can be more satisfying than this.

In just over an hour, I transformed from a simple, frustrated virgin into a man with rich sexual experience, fully enjoying the wonderful experience of sex between men and women.

And the initiator of all this is a great mother.

Mom's breathing started to quicken again. She sat on me again and hugged me tightly, letting her plump breasts press against my chest. My cock was as hard as an iron rod, and I just wanted to penetrate Mom's body again.

My mother was panting, and it was obvious that she had not recovered her energy yet. It seemed that after being away from home for a long time, she was suddenly experiencing such a strong stimulation, and she seemed a little unable to adapt and a little overwhelmed by my passion.

I think when Mom and Dad were together, they had never experienced sex as intense as this time. I ejaculated so much semen, but it seemed that I still didn't feel satisfied.

In this way, my mother and I sat in each other's arms, listening to each other's heartbeats, motionless.

The hall was quiet, with only the sound of my mother's breathing being heard.

After a long time, my mother's breathing calmed down, so I started a new round of action.

I gently stroked my mother's back with my hands, from her shoulders to her hips, and then to her thighs. Her body trembled slightly where I touched. I liked this feeling very much, because the person sitting on my thighs was my biological mother who was connected to me by blood, and she was so sexy and beautiful.

Oh God, how much I love my beautiful, sexy mom!

After a long time, my mother breathed a sigh of satisfaction and leaned back on the table, her lovely face filled with a happy smile.

In a blink of an eye, he saw that my face was covered with dirt and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Look what you've done, child!" she said.

She continued to clean me, grinding my face with her wet pink tongue like a mother cat cleaning her kittens, and a strange purring sound came from her throat that really sounded like a cat's meow.

I think my mother is as cute as a kitten.

Mom quickly returned my kiss with a very open French kiss, and I responded passionately.

Mom raised her body, looked down at my hard object, and held it in her hand.

"Oh, baby, I—love—your big cock, it never seems to get tired! I'll show you how much I love it!"

She lowered her head, moved between my legs, kissed the glans that was still covered with semen, stroked my scrotum, and kept saying obscene words.

"Oh, my little bird, little cock, you are such a beautiful thing, thank you for making mommy feel so good, mommy will let you serve mommy again soon, you big, hard and cute little rascal."

Mom held my gun shaft like she was eating a popsicle, licking and sucking it, making some indistinct mumbling sounds, and then used her mouth to stroke my cock up and down. She squeezed my scrotum with both hands, licked my glans gently with the tip of her tongue, and sucked my cock hard.

Since I had already come twice, I could still hold it in for the time being, but the stimulation from my mother's skillful mouth on my cock was getting stronger and stronger, and I knew I was about to lose it.

Mom felt my abdomen contracting and knew I couldn't hold it any longer. She quickly spit out my cock and said, "Don't worry, hold on, I'll make you cum. Go to your room, baby!"

She stood up and pulled my cock, she loved walking around with my cock like this, and I told her that she could take me anywhere in any way.

"Come on, baby!" Mom said, "I want you to fuck me again! Mommy needs her big cocked baby son to fuck her cunt!"

We hurried up the stairs to my room.

Mom flew down on my bed and spread her thighs as wide as possible.

"Come on, honey! Climb up and fuck Mommy's pussy with your big cock!"

But I was stunned for a long while, staring stupidly at my beautiful mother lying on my bed with her legs spread out waiting for me.

Her face was filled with desire and happy anticipation, with deep dimples, her plump lips slightly upturned, a sweet smile on her face, and the flame of love flashing in her dark brown eyes. The tall, full breasts were slightly sagging, but the rosy nipples stood proudly. The slightly round belly and the graceful, round thighs form a big "V" shape. At the apex of the V is the plump vulva covered with dark brown pubic hair.

“Oh my God, you're so beautiful, Mom!” I swallowed.

"Thank you, baby, but I just want you to fuck me with your big cock! That's all I want now! Come on..."

I didn't say anything more, jumped onto the bed, and knelt between my mother's legs. My mother grabbed my cock and stuffed it into her hole frantically.

I immediately thrust forward, and my mother arched her body to meet me. I penetrated deeply in one go, leaving only my scrotum outside.

"Oh!" she moaned loudly. "This is exactly what I need! Your big cock makes Mommy's pussy feel so good!"

Soon, my mother and I started to have sex intensely, rising and falling violently, frantically seeking extreme pleasure, which made the bed creak so loud that I worried that it would suddenly collapse.

There was no need for any other parts of our bodies to touch each other; just the union of our genitals was enough to give me a huge shock.

We kept giving to each other as if we were fulfilling our duty.

Holding my mother's hot body under me, I thrust hard and wildly. Every stroke of my big cock knocked my mother down heavily on the mattress. When my big cock was pulled up, my mother's lewd flesh was also turned up.

My mother bent her knees, supported her feet on the bed, and used the principle of leverage to increase the force of my thrusting. Every time I penetrated my mother's well-lubricated love nest, she would straighten her body up forcefully to increase the power of our piston movement.

She pulled my head down and kissed me passionately while fucking me. Both of us kept moaning, roaring, and gasping, and the most wonderful sound was undoubtedly the "puff, puff" sound made by our connection going in and out.

I felt my glans getting hotter and hotter, and my scrotum began to contract violently. I knew that my climax was approaching, and the pleasure of entering and exiting my mother's juicy vagina was truly unstoppable.

I was worried that I would come before Mom climaxed.

But my worries were unnecessary, because my mother began to scream and gasp, her hips swinging quickly and hard, and her hands tightly grasped my buttocks, urging me to increase the speed and strength of the thrusting.

I finally couldn't bear it anymore, and after a few quick thrusts, I suddenly thrust my cock into my mother's hole, and all the hot semen shot into the depths of my mother's uterus. My mother suddenly groaned, and her body suddenly lifted up, completely bearing my weight, and then she froze there, her body shaking violently, reaching an extremely huge orgasm.

I felt a sudden heat inside my mother's vagina, and a stream of hot liquid flowed out, scalding my glans. The stimulation at this moment made me feel as if I was floating in the universe. My body was completely out of control and only semen was gushing out continuously.

We seemed to be in a little Garden of Eden with only my mother and I, with rosy clouds floating around us. When we fell together after satisfying each other, my love for my mother began to overflow and take over my whole body.

Oh, nothing could be more intoxicating than this, I thought, I felt my mother's love deeply.

(five)

We were both exhausted and lay in bed hugging each other, caressing, kissing, and talking, until Mom mentioned to me the setbacks she and Dad were having in their sexual life, but she immediately explained to me that this was not the main reason she had come to me. She had been conflicted for a long time, not knowing whether she was still attractive to me, but of course, now she is relieved, as she has felt my strong desire for her.

She said it didn't matter that I missed my attempts to spy on her whenever I had the chance, what mattered was that she knew she was still attracted to me, so on several occasions she managed to get me to satisfy my attempts.

Of course she tried not to let things get out of hand, and that was the case until breakfast.

Then she decided to take things a step further and see what would happen.

She didn't intend to seduce me overtly, but she wanted to create an opportunity for me to take a step forward.

This morning she had planned to go without panties or a bra, and if possible she would give me a chance to see her ass and vagina so that I would have no difficulty in knowing that she was deliberately trying to seduce me.

When I stroked my hand on the inside of her thigh, her heart was filled with joy that her trick had succeeded. She knew that from now on, we would have a new and infinitely imaginative life between us.

Mom was absentmindedly fiddling with my cock while I was caressing Mom's pussy.

I found that I was so obsessed with my mother's beautiful body that I would never be satisfied no matter how many times I did it.

I told her that I could only make love with her in my dreams before. She immediately asked me if she was better in my dreams than she is now. I swear that my mother now can only be described as perfect, and I have always regarded her as the best lover and the most perfect sexual partner. I pledge my loyalty to her both as a mother and as a lover.

We just poured out our hearts to each other.

This is not just the love between mother and son, nor is it just the love between man and woman, but the combination of the two, which has far surpassed the taboos of blood relationship.

I'm sure there is no greater love than the hardcore sex between a sexy mother and a strong son.

Before I knew it, it was already the next morning. During that time, I fucked my mother three more times, licked her vagina with my tongue to bring her to orgasm once, came in her wonderful mouth once, and we kissed countless times and licked each other's bodies.

We have achieved a perfect union of body and mind, and this is just the beginning of a bright future.

I felt like we had become one, something more than just husband and wife.

I knew I could do anything with my mother's beautiful body.

I also knew that my mother was completely liberated and willing to do anything for me.

A strong wave of love spread throughout my body, and I tried to describe how I felt to my mother. Although she didn't say anything, I knew from her loving eyes that she felt the same way.

This world is so wonderful. My mother's frustrated life suddenly became fulfilling. I inadvertently entered the forbidden area of ​​her life, and then we got our wish and walked hand in hand into a new world full of happy longing.

We both should thank God.

No one can be more fulfilled and happier than we are right now.

Finally, the fatigue from continuous fighting was swept away by the burning fire of love. It would be a shame to our bodies if we didn't have sex.

This time, Mom was on top, my cock was deeply inserted into Mom's vagina, and we both slowed down, moving our bodies slowly, caressing each other romantically like French people, as if to remember the wonderful, heart-pounding feeling at this moment.

We all admired this thrilling mixture of lust, incest and love.

I sped up the movement in and out, and my mother rotated her hips wildly, so that we soon reached the sexual climax together.

Later my mother said she found it hard to believe that I had never had sex with other girls before because she had never experienced such mind-blowing, debilitating sex in her life.

I think it's because we are so similar, maybe we are both born with it.

Of course, it is undeniable that the subconscious pleasure of incest also plays a very important role.

Afterwards, we had to clean up the evidence of love in the restaurant. It was a mess, with saliva, semen, and sweat all over the floor and chairs, clothes scattered on the ground, and a strange smell in the air.

Mom put on the skirt, but didn't put on a shirt or underwear, so that I could use it whenever I needed it.

By the time Dad came back, we had packed up everything and were back to normal as if nothing had happened, but I couldn't hide my excitement when I heard Dad announce that he would be going to Houston for a week-long business trip the following Monday.

You can imagine what that week meant to Mom and me.

It was a crazy week and if I told you how many times we did it in those few days, you wouldn't believe it.

In fact, sometimes even I don’t believe it.

All this happened 11 years ago. Now I am 28 years old and my mother is 51.

Due to her age, my mother had to dye her hair, but little else changed.

Mom was tired of her marriage with Dad and told him her thoughts. Then something unexpected happened: Dad confessed to her that he had an affair with his secretary and they had gone on two trips together.

Dad filed for divorce, apparently thinking Mom had seen through the relationship.

My father's company was afraid of making a big deal out of this and wanted to settle the matter privately.

My mother threatened to sue my father, so my father compromised and gave my mother a large sum of money, left the house to her, and paid her a living allowance every month. Then they divorced.

I just can't imagine why Dad would be so stupid as to prefer other women to Mom. Who could be better than Mom? Dad is such a complete fool!

Later, facts proved my thoughts.

I met the woman who was the cause of my father's misfortune, and they were already married at that time.

To be honest, I was really surprised when I saw her. She looked good, but she was thin, had a narrow hip and a flat chest. She was far inferior to my mother.

I wonder if my father is a pervert, as he can even get his hands on a woman like this.

She is 14 years younger than her mother, which may be her biggest advantage.

This marriage wouldn't last long anyway.

Soon, this woman squeezed my father out of his last penny and left my elderly father behind.

Guess what happened next? Dad came back to Mom and wanted to ask for her forgiveness, but Mom refused.

Of course she wouldn't tell him that she already had another man and didn't need him anymore.

At that time, I was admitted to a university close to home so that I could have sex with my mother often, and for this I turned down all extracurricular activities.

After graduation, I found a good job in my hometown and was assigned an apartment.

I live with my mom, just sometimes in our old home and sometimes in my apartment.

We still love each other as much as before and have sex frequently.

Mom makes full use of her creativity and comes up with all kinds of new tricks from time to time to keep our sex life fresh.

Occasionally we would take a break and travel as a couple.

Those were sweet days.

We stayed in the hotel room all day, naked, making love crazily from morning to night, completely oblivious to the world outside the hotel.

I think everyone now knows how much I love my mother.

She still has a huge attraction to me, and every time we make love I feel like I'm in heaven.

We rarely stood facing each other.

At home she always wears short skirts, no underwear, and no bra, so I can touch her at any time, and then satisfy her with my tongue and penis.

Whenever I was with her, she couldn't resist the temptation of my body. She was always the first one to lose control and ask me for sex.

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postscript:

As I wrote this story, I often had to stop to deal with my mother's pestering, and I could only continue writing after I had knocked her to the ground.

I won't let her see any of this stuff (except for this postscript) until I'm done with it. Later, the article was completed and my mother became the first reader, but she only read half of it and couldn't help jumping up and hugging me. How could I not understand?

After a wild moment of sex, Mom sat astride my thighs, leaving my cock still in her hole.

She suddenly told me that she hoped I would add one thing in the article - that she was the happiest and most sexually adept mother in the world.

When I woke up the next morning, I saw my mother sitting gracefully beside the bed. She told me gently that she wanted to relive the jam battle that year.

What am I waiting for?

I was sitting at the dining table. Mom was wearing a short skirt, a T-shirt, and no bra. She was holding a frying pan with my favorite pancakes in it. Mom came to my right and placed the pancake on my plate, and my hand naturally went to her inner thigh…

(THE END)