Beautiful mother has been widowed for many years, and her son loves her (wife and mature adult novel)

I am 20 years old, 180cm tall, and studying at university. My father died early, and my mother and I lived together. My mother said that my father was killed in a plane crash in the United States. My mother was only 18 years old when she became pregnant with me. My father was the owner of a company. After he died, my mother sold most of her shares and became wealthy, so she never had to worry about food and clothing and raised me slowly.

As the saying goes, when you have enough food and clothing, you will think about sex. I have never had to worry about food and clothing since I was a child, and all my mother's money is mine. When I first entered college, my classmates led me astray and I started watching movies. I also spent money to buy a lot of them and watch them at home. Later, I also learned to go out and play with women. Because they are afraid of getting sick, they only look for students and virgins. Later, after playing it for a long time, I found it boring. Sometimes I find watching porn quite stimulating, so when there is no woman I like, I just watch the discs to satisfy my desire.

One day when I got home, I shouted as I entered the door, "Mom, I'm back." Following the sound of the voice, I opened the door, "Hey, why is no one here?" Usually my mother would come out to pick me up when she heard the sound of me coming back, but what happened today? Thinking about this, I took a Coke and walked towards my room while drinking it. When I reached the door of the room, I heard the sound of the TV inside and the woman's moans of "hmm" and "ah". It was terrible. Who was watching the video in my room? No one else had the key to my room, except the maid who came to clean up every Sunday, and it must be my mom. Could it be? ? Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat. I walked carefully to the door of the room. The door was not locked tightly, so I looked inside - Oh my god, it was really my mother!

She sat in a reclining chair with her back to the door, watching with great interest. She then looked at the big screen, where the man and woman were really working hard.

My mother seemed a little impulsive at this time. I saw her shoulders began to shrug slightly, and her clothes began to loosen slowly from the back. Because the weather was hot, she wore a black gauze dress with transparent bra straps inside, so from my point of view, her shoulders were bare. Her long hair fell like a waterfall. The black clothes, long hair and snow-white shoulders made my mother's skin look whiter than snow. No wonder, having an angelic face and beautiful curves is believed to be the common dream of all girls. In this regard, God seems to have been particularly kind to my mother, making her a beauty who can drive all men crazy. I was bored all day long, so I thought about how to beautify myself. I have maintained myself as a 40-year-old woman and look like a 30-year-old woman. I have a good figure and when I put on high heels, I am as tall as me. There were a few times when we went shopping for clothes, and the clerks in the store thought we were a couple and kept selling us couple outfits. My mother was so embarrassed that her face turned as red as an apple.

As the movie played, my mother's shoulders shook more violently. His shoulders were covered in sweat from exercise and the hot weather. Seeing this scene, my little brother stood up to salute, and a tent formed in his shorts.

He also reached his hand in and stroked it. In order to see it more clearly, his body unconsciously moved forward. Finally, when the black man on the TV screen was shooting out like a fountain, my mother also reached her climax. Her shoulders were as tense as a bow with a full string, and she was trembling from time to time. I was stunned. I had never seen my mother in such a state. The pleasure I felt psychologically was more exhilarating and incomparable than any previous intercourse.

At this moment, we heard a "Yiya" sound and the door hinge made a sound. The sound was not loud, but it was like an explosion to us. When my mother looked back, she used too much force and the swivel chair also turned around, so that her front was facing me. Our eyes met, and we were both stunned for a moment, but my eyes were feasting on her eyes. I saw that her bra had been pushed up, one hand was caressing her snow-white breasts, and the other hand was in her panties, which were already soaked with water, and it looked like she was incontinent. The chair under him was also filled with water.

Seeing such a scene, I couldn't bear it anymore. My little brother, which had been standing up for a long time, reached a climax at this time, and a burst of semen shot out from the glans, straight to two or three feet high.

Only then did my mother come to her senses and understand what had happened. Her face turned red instantly, and after pulling her clothes together, she rushed out of the door beside me. I stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do. It took me a long time to react. I walked into the room, turned off the TV, sat on the sofa, and thought about how to end the situation. It doesn’t matter if I do whatever I want outside as long as my mom doesn’t know about it, but now that it has turned out like this, what should I do? As I was thinking, my eyes unconsciously looked at the chair where my mother had just sat. The water on it had not dried yet. I walked over and touched it with my hand. It was sticky and slippery. I took some and put it in my mouth and it felt good. The taste and feeling are different from those of the girls called outside. This is the taste of mom. I can't help but let my cock, which just ejaculated, raise its head again. "Never mind, death is also a knife, I'll go find mom and see what she says." Thinking of this, I walked towards my mother's room. I was thinking about how to talk to my mother.

I came to my mother's room. The door was not closed. I looked in and saw my mother sitting on the bed, staring out the window. I didn't know what she was thinking about. Her clothes were buttoned. I walked in and whispered, "Mom!"

Mom jumped up. She turned around, her face flushed, and it seemed that she still hadn't recovered from what happened just now: "It's my son, you~~~" "Mom, I didn't mean to do that just now. I came back and didn't see you, so I wanted to go back to my room, but then~~" I didn't know how to continue at this point.

"Ah, what happened just now is nothing. You've seen my body when you were a child." Mom pretended to be relaxed, but I could actually hear hidden nervousness in her tone. "What about you? Why are there so many messy discs in your room? You are still young. It is not appropriate for you to watch these at this time." Mom said as if she was scolding someone. His face became stern, but it was obvious that it was forced.

"Yes, yes, I borrowed this from a friend. I borrowed it out of curiosity and had a look. I wanted to return it tomorrow." It's safer to be quiet and admit your mistakes when your mother is scolding you.

"Let's forget about this matter. Don't look at these things again. Now go and prepare the meal. I'll come down after I take a rest." said my mother.

"Oh, then I'll go down." He closed the door, let out a long sigh, and barely got through. I went downstairs and called the restaurant to send out a table of takeout, all of which were my mother's favorite dishes (just kidding, I don't know how to cook). After a while, the dishes were ready, and I went upstairs and knocked on the door: "Mom, the meal is ready, come down and eat."

"Okay, you eat first, I'll be down soon."

The next day passed peacefully, and the third day, the fourth day - the days passed quickly, and my mother and I seemed to have forgotten about it. The days seemed to have returned to normal, but before going to bed I always thought of my mother's beautiful body. I also felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on where it was. Anyway, I'm a rough-headed person, so I didn't pay much attention to anything special.

Until that day –

After class at school, a few friends said they were going to hang out with girls, but I thought it was boring so I went home. When I got home, I realized I didn’t bring my keys. I was shocked. I thought I must have lost them in my room when I was in such a hurry to go to school that morning. I had to call my mother on the phone: "Hello, Mom, are you home? I'm at the door and I forgot my keys. Please help me open the door."

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll be down right away." Mom's voice was a little trembling.

"What is she doing? It's her time for beauty treatments, why is she at home?" she asked in confusion.

Just as I was thinking about it, my mother opened the door after a while, lowered her head, breathed a little hard, and her face was flushed.

"Mom, you're home. I thought you went for a beauty treatment. I would have just rang the doorbell." I said as I walked into the room.

"Your key is at home. I saw it when I was helping you organize it. I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to come back, so I waited for you at home." said my mother.

"Oh, thank you, mom."

"You are my son. Do I need you to thank me for doing all this?" My mother rolled her eyes at me. Then he gave me the key. When I took the key and touched her hand, I felt her tremble.

I took the key and returned to the room. I didn't know what to do for a moment. I thought about watching another movie. I hadn't watched one since the last incident. I opened the drawer and started looking for it~~ "Something's wrong. Why are my movies missing?" I was surprised to find that a few of my movies were missing, all of them were classics. One was "Romance in Mount Fuji" (there really is such a movie. I watched it when I was in high school. It was full of beauties). The other one was a classic Japanese mother-son incest movie. Moreover, the diary I placed on the table seemed to have been turned over. "I haven't touched it for a long time. Who else has touched it?" I guessed. "My brothers haven't been here for a long time. I can't get into my room without the key, let alone the key to the drawer. Key, key! ! ! " I jumped up.

I remembered my mother's strange behavior when I came back: she didn't go for beauty treatments and stayed at home, her voice was loud, her face was flushed - "Could it be that mom took it to watch???" I was shocked by this conclusion, and I had no choice but to pretend that I didn't know. I couldn't ask my mother "Mom, have you seen my movie?" That would be asking for death.

After cleaning up and going downstairs, I saw my mother cooking dinner in the kitchen. I followed the sound to the kitchen.

"Go take a shower first, you'll be fine soon," my mother said with her back to me.

At this time, my mother bent down to open the cabinet to get something. I was about to turn around, but when I saw this scene, I couldn't help but stop. It turned out that my mother was wearing a very short skirt today. When she bent down, I could clearly see her panties from the back. There was only a thin line connecting them, and that line was embedded in the crotch. Her snow-white buttocks were all exposed to the air. There was only a small piece of cloth covering her vulva in front. You can see that it was a very small and sexy T-back. I couldn't help but feel hot in my lower body when I saw it. I don't know how long it was, but my mother seemed to have been unable to find what she wanted, and I also appreciated the scenery more carefully.

"Ah!" Mom seemed to feel my fiery gaze and turned around. I was a little flustered and hurriedly turned around and walked towards the bathroom. This scene has been lingering in my mind. I couldn't help but start stroking my erect penis while taking a shower. Suddenly, I found a shadow at the bathroom door. After hesitating for a moment, I gently opened the door and saw my mother's back flashing into the kitchen. I was suspicious: "Mom-"

Ever since the last incident, I've been feeling like something's not right with my life. My mother has been behaving in some unusual ways. For example, she never asked me to do any housework before, but recently, she always asked me to take the clothes from the basket in the bathroom and put them into the washing machine to wash. Although it is a simple task, my mother still insisted on asking me to do it. Every day I would find all kinds of sexy and transparent panties of my mother in the basket, sometimes one, sometimes several, some of which still had some mucus residue on them, and every time they were on the top of the pile of clothes, as if she was afraid that I couldn’t see them.

Sometimes when my classmates called, my mother would always answer first. If it was a girl, she would always give me a sidelong look and then seem to reluctantly hand the phone to me. Then she would stand aside with a bit of annoyance, and after I finished the call, she would ask, "Who is it? Is it your girlfriend?" Thinking back on it now, her tone is a bit sour.

I also remembered one morning when I just woke up and opened my eyes to find that my mother was staring at my erection. She didn't notice that I was awake. I just saw that she seemed to be hesitating about something. Suddenly, my mother stretched out her hand and slowly approached the part of my underwear that was about to burst. When it was about to touch me, her eyes met mine, and my mother reacted strongly and immediately retracted her hand.

"I - I - why don't you cover yourself with the quilt?" Mom avoided my eyes and turned to leave.

And~~~~~things like this have happened frequently recently, but I didn't notice the mystery until just now, when I connected all the things before and after together. "Could it be that my mother is deliberately seducing me?" After this thought came to my mind, I couldn't help but feel excited and impulsive. Of course, I'm not sure about the details.

I quickly changed my clothes and left the bathroom. My mother was still in the kitchen. I walked in and found that my mother seemed to be thinking about something. She was not cooking, but just staring at the pot on the stove in a daze. I walked over gently and patted her. She seemed to get an electric shock and screamed, "Ah!"

"Mom, it's me."

"Son, you're scaring me to death!"

"No way, my mom is so beautiful, how can I bear to scare her to death? What are you thinking about?"

"Ah, no--no son, we can eat now."

I have always thought that my mother is very beautiful, and she looks even more moved now. I reached out and held her hand, "Okay, let's eat together." Mom seemed overwhelmed by my actions, but did not refuse.

At the dinner table, I kept looking into my mother's eyes, and she looked uneasy the whole time.

"Son, why are you staring at me?"

"You look particularly beautiful today, so I took a few more glances at you."

"Little boy! Don't take advantage of your mother."

"It's true, Mom. I've always thought you're beautiful."

"Oh, Mom is old." As she said this, Mom touched her face with her hand and sighed softly.

"Tsk, who said you're old? Remember the last time we went shopping for clothes, the salesperson thought we were a couple. If we weren't mother and son, I would really~~~" I stopped talking.

"Really?" Mom looked at me with a message in her eyes, was it encouragement? Is it temptation?

"I really want to have you as my girlfriend." I blurted out.

There was a light in my mother's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. "Stop talking nonsense and come and eat."

After dinner, my mother went to pack up and I went upstairs. After a while, I heard my mother enter the room and the sound of rummaging through the closet. It seemed that my mother was going to change clothes and take a shower. At this time, my mother's beautiful body appeared in my mind again.

"Never mind, let's wait and see." I quietly opened the door and came to the door of my mother's room.

The door was slightly ajar but not closed. I pushed the door open gently, and the scene in front of me made me impulsive again. It turned out that my mother was changing clothes in front of a full-length mirror with her back to the door. I only saw her gently taking off her T-shirt. I saw my mother's smooth bare back, wearing a black bra on it, which was a complete set with the panties I saw in the kitchen just now.

At this time, I found that from my mother's perspective, she could see me in the mirror, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she gently unbuttoned her skirt and slowly pulled down the zipper. It seemed as if my mother was deliberately taking off her clothes for me to see. This kind of teasing made my little brother hold his head high and chest puffed out. It's really uncomfortable to hold it in.

The black thong finally appeared in front of me again. It was narrow and small. The feeling of wearing it on my mother was completely different from when I saw it in the laundry basket.

Slowly, my mother unhooked her bra. I could still see her breasts popping out from behind, they were so firm. Then my mother gently and gracefully pulled down her panties. I saw it all. My mother's naked body was so beautiful, so beautiful that I almost couldn't help but rush over and hug her. But I still held back. Mom bent down, opened the cupboard, and took out another set of underwear. Oh my God! My blood was boiling. Just as Mom bent down, I saw it. From the reflection in the mirror, I could clearly see a thin slit running down her buttocks, with many fine pubic hairs on the side. That was Mom's vagina, Mom's cunt.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I opened the door and looked at my mother, and it seemed like my mother just noticed me at this time: "Son, what are you doing?"

"Mom, I - I can't forget your body after I saw it last time. I miss you - I want you to be my girlfriend." I don't know why, but I said this.

It was strange that my mother didn't get angry. She just looked at me for a while and said, "Son, you are still young. It's okay to say it now. When you grow up and meet the girl you love, you won't think like this anymore."

"No, Mom, you've worked hard over the years, and you have to support this family alone. I know how much loneliness you have endured for me. Mom, I want you to know that I really love you and I will always be with you." I was moved and looked at my mother lovingly. My mother was also very moved and tears came out of her eyes. It seemed that she was sad because of my words.

"Mom loves you too, son. Everything I do is for you. As long as you live well, I don't care how much hardship you have to endure. Because I am your mother." Mom still insisted.

"No, Mom. I love you not only because you are my mother, but also because you are the most beautiful woman in my heart." I gave it my all. My mother was shocked and looked at me with wide eyes: "What are you talking about!"

I walked over and hugged my mother with my arms. "Look into my eyes, Mom! Don't lie to me, and don't lie to yourself. You need me. You are so beautiful, and only Daddy and I are worthy of you. Mom, I love you, and I know you love me too. We should not be just mother and son." I paused, then whispered in my mother's ear, "We should also be lovers."

"But--" Mom hadn't finished her words yet, she couldn't go on, and I blocked her mouth with mine. I kissed down hard, sucking my mother's lips with my lips, using my tongue to open her clenched teeth, and holding her tightly with my arms. Slowly, my mother's body warmed up, became soft in my arms, and her breathing became more and more rapid. Finally, my mother opened her mouth and let me kiss her deeply. Time seemed to stop, and this long kiss melted us in each other's arms.

After a long time, our lips finally parted, and we were both breathing heavily. My mother's face was as red as a girl who was kissing for the first time.

We stared at each other for a long time, and my mother murmured, "You look like your father." I couldn't help but kiss her again. My mother smiled and dodged, whispering in my ear like exhaling: "Silly boy, you don't need to hold me so tight, will I run away?" This gentle reproach sounded like thunder in my ears, because I knew that from now on, my mother was mine!

I walked over, took my mother's hand, and said affectionately, "Mom, I love you, I~~" Suddenly I couldn't continue. It turned out that my mother kissed me with her mouth. "Son, don't say anything. For 20 years, I have missed your father. Now I don't have to anymore because I have you. I didn't know it before until you said those words just now. Then I realized how much I love you. I really want to be your woman. Everything I have is yours. Can you accept me?" After saying this, my mother's face turned as red as an apple. She hugged me tightly and buried her head in the back of my neck.

Hearing such a confession of love, I couldn't hold back any longer. I found my mother's trembling lips and kissed her deeply again. As our tongues entangled, my hands began to wander on my mother's body. My left hand gently stroked my mother's back, along the depression of the spine to the waist, and then slowly moved down to the buttocks. Slide your right hand from the armpit to the chest, stop when you begin to feel a bulge, and gently circle around the edge of the breast.

Finally my mother couldn't help laughing. She pressed her body closer to me and put her arms around my neck. She bit my ear gently and said, "Bad boy, you are very experienced! How did you learn it? Confess now."

My heart was intoxicated, and I said, "Mom, I'm sorry. I missed you so much in the past but didn't dare to say it, so when I needed you, I had to go out and find women -" Before I could finish my words, my mouth was blocked by my mother's mouth again. Then I felt a sudden pain and my tongue was lightly bitten by my mother.

"You are not allowed to look for anyone outside anymore. I can satisfy all your needs. I only ask you to love me. Okay?" As she said that, my mother raised her head and looked at me bravely. "I am your son. If I am not yours, then whose will it be? You must have confidence in me, okay, mom."

I'll give you my guarantee again. "Yeah." Mom lowered her head and nodded slightly.

I buried my head between her breasts, breathing in the scent of a mature woman, and rubbing my hands on her exposed waist. I tried clumsily to unhook my bra but couldn't get it right. My mother didn't help me, but just giggled like a little girl.

I felt a little embarrassed and decided to teach my mother a lesson. I pushed my mother against the wall, pulled hard with my hands, broke the not-very-thick strap, then bit the bra with my mouth, shook my head and threw it aside. Now, the most tempting breasts in the world are right in front of me. The breasts of a woman in her late thirties are full and round, not as thin as those of a young girl. My mother's breasts are not sagging like those of other girls of her age. They are my favorite hemispherical shape, protruding forward.

I grabbed a nipple in each hand and squeezed them gently. I looked up at my mother with a teasing look. My mother's eyes were hazy, as if covered by a layer of fog. She let out a low, trembling moan and stroked my hair with her hands.

Then I put one breast in my mouth and sucked it, biting the nipple with my teeth. The familiar feeling from my childhood made me intoxicated.

I kissed my mother's chest, then moved down, kissed her cute belly button, and then moved down, gradually reaching the forbidden zone of life.

My hands began to caress my mother's panties. My face was pressed against my mother's smooth thighs. Her skin was shiny and her muscles were elastic. I couldn't help kissing and licking her. At the same time, I stroked her round calves with my hands. My mother crossed her hands and placed them on her chest, feeling my caress. My hands kneaded the plump buttocks from behind, and the thumbs of both hands moved forward and slid towards the inside of the thighs. My mother began to tremble. She grabbed my hand as if to stop me, then let go and covered her face as if shy.

I picked up my mother, walked to the bed, put her on the bed, and stood between her legs. After taking off his pants, he finally released the cock that had been suppressed for a long time. Slowly, I pulled down my mother's panties, and the black jungle was in front of me. The pink honey pussy was trembling, and there was already shiny liquid.

My mother closed her eyes, her hair was disheveled, and she bit her lips and panted. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I raised my cock and inserted it into my mother's pussy. My mother seemed to be in a little pain. She hugged me and groaned. At this moment, I felt like I was in heaven. Maybe my mother hasn't done it for a long time. Her pussy is very tight, and the flesh walls completely wrap around my cock. The warm and full feeling is incomparable to masturbation. I didn't care about being gentle and started thrusting quickly, making the mother under me moan uncontrollably. When my mouth held my mother's full breasts, when my hands pinched my mother's plump buttocks, and when I heard my usually dignified mother moaning under me, I knew I couldn't hold on for long. My frequency was getting faster and faster, and my mother's breasts were shaking with every impact. She tried her best to close her mouth, but she still moaned. I hugged my mother tightly, and a hot stream shot into the deep of her vagina, where I was conceived.

I suddenly wondered, will there be a new life this time? I lay on my mother's body, my head resting on her breasts, panting, and my cock slowly softened in my mother's pussy. "Mom, are you okay?" Mom opened her eyes and looked at me with a firm look, as if she had regained her usual calm.

"Son, since we have had sex, Mom loves you. From now on, Mom is your woman, and you will be Mom's only man."

"Mom" I couldn't help but hug my mother again and give her a sweet kiss.

I hugged my mother with one hand and caressed her flat belly lovingly with the other hand. My mother leaned obediently on my shoulder, and her gentle breath made my neck itchy.

"Mom, why were you so fierce the last time I saw you in my room?"

"You scared me then, and I wasn't ready yet." Mom's hand drew circles on my chest, making me feel itchy. "Why today?"

"It's all your fault!" he said as he slapped me hard.

"I?"

"Yes, ever since I saw the discs in your room last time, I always felt empty inside, as if something was missing. Then I realized that I had been missing a man for these years, and I thought of you. I originally wanted to test your feelings, but I didn't dare to tell you. As a result, I found so many discs in your drawer, and I couldn't help but took two to watch. The result was--the result was..." Mom couldn't continue.

"Haha, you got tempted, and I got the advantage. But how did you know there was a film in my drawer?"

"Your diary. I didn't put it away properly, so I flipped through it. I didn't know that what was written there completely moved me, so today~~~"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but say, "Mom, I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry for your hard work. I didn't know about it earlier. And I was too impulsive just now and didn't consider you. I know you must not be satisfied. But..."

"But what?"

I turned over and answered my mother with my erect cock. This time I slowed down, caressing my mother's whole body while thrusting. Maybe it was because I just ejaculated once that I could last longer this time. I kept changing the frequency, making my mother moan louder and louder. She hugged me tightly and murmured my name in my ear. At the last moment, I pushed deeper and deeper with determination until my mother's fingers dug into my back hard, until my mother's tender pussy contracted in waves, until my mother leaned weakly into my arms. My mother's eyes were blurred, but she was still immersed in great joy. I looked at the beautiful woman in my arms. Her hair was messy and her dignified expression was replaced by happiness. This was my mother. At this moment, she was lying obediently in my arms, allowing me to kiss and caress every part of her body and every private part. I must be in heaven now!

From then on, when my mother was at home, she would always put on various seductive panties and wait for my caress. Perhaps it was the result of her liberation from the mother-son relationship, but the relationship between us was closer than that of ordinary lovers.

We take a shower together every day and have sex in the bathroom. When my mother is cooking, I sometimes lift her skirt from behind, take off her panties, and insert my penis into her pussy from behind. Both my mother and I can fully enjoy the unrestrained sex after putting aside moral and ethical concerns.

I especially like my mother's innocence and playfulness like a little girl who is just beginning to fall in love. I like her bold and unrestrained obscene words even more. I am really happy and so blessed. My mother and I are really immersed in the pleasure of sex every day. I am also surprised that both I and my mother are the same. It seems that as long as we meet, our bodies will naturally ignite the burning desire. With a glance, we will understand each other's intentions. People say that greed is never satisfied. I still have a wish that has not been fulfilled, but I have no chance to speak it out. I had to keep it to myself and enjoy the sexual pleasure with my mother first.

After living like this with my mother for a few months, one day. I came back from school, and before I even entered the door, a fragrant breeze hit me, followed by a warm embrace. It turned out that my mother was hugging me. After a passionate kiss, I hugged her and walked into the house. I found that she had dressed up deliberately. Not only had she straightened her hair, but she also changed into a brand new low-cut evening dress. Judging from the confidence and happiness that shone from her eyes from time to time, she looks younger and more lovable as she has been nourished by love in the past few months.

I rubbed my nose against my mother's cheek and neck and said, "My dear, you smell so good! You are so beautiful. Why are you dressed so beautifully today?"

She said softly, "Honey, today is your birthday. I prepared a table full of dishes for you! After you finish eating, I have a gift for you."

Ah, I had forgotten before mom told me. Mainly because I was so happy in the past few months that I didn’t know what time of the world it was.

"Well, my mom is really attentive. I had forgotten about it. Let me see what delicious food there is first."

Coming to the table, looking at the dazzling array of dishes, my mother leaned on me and looked at me with her charming eyes: "How is it, son, are you satisfied?"

"There are so many dishes, it's really rich, they must be delicious. But--" I paused deliberately.

My mother got anxious, left my arms and stared at me, "What else is missing? Tell me, I'll get it ready right away!"

"Hahaha" I laughed happily, "But it would taste even better if you were willing to feed me."

"Hate you, you're so bad!!" Mom hit my chest with her pink fist in dissatisfaction.

"What? You don't want to? Today is my birthday." I teased.

My mother glared at me and said, "Are you ashamed? You're so old and still need someone to feed you! When did you become so good at acting like a spoiled child?" She obediently went to get the bowl and ladle.

I was sitting on a chair waiting for her to come closer, when I suddenly reached out and pulled her, causing her to lose her balance and fall heavily on my legs, almost dropping the bowls and spoons in her hands. When she came to her senses, she found that not only had I hugged her tightly around the waist, but her vital parts were also pressed tightly against my crotch.

I covered her breast with one hand and reached my other hand under her crotch. The place I touched was extremely slippery. It turned out that my mother didn't wear any underwear today. In joy, I began to use my middle finger to move it in my mother's tender pussy, when I suddenly found that a liquid much thicker than the vaginal fluid was flowing out. It took me a while to be sure that the mucus overflowing from my mother's pussy was not vaginal fluid, but the semen that I left in her body this morning.

So I leaned close to my mother's ear and said, "Mom, why aren't you wearing any underwear today? What are these?"

My mother was enjoying the pleasure my fingers brought her with her eyes closed. After hearing what I asked, she opened her beautiful eyes and rolled her eyes at me: "Hate it! Do you think I like it to be sticky here? Isn't it your masterpiece? Remember how you shot that sperm into my body before you got up? My pussy couldn't hold it anymore, but you kept fucking it in, and finally squeezed my pussy open, pouring your sperm into my uterus. Maybe you shot too deep, and my pussy closed, so your sperm stayed in my uterus, and no matter how hard I tried, it just wouldn't come out. I had to be very careful when I went out to buy groceries and do my hair, for fear that it would flow out and wet my pants, and make people on the street laugh at me. I was just about to wash it when I came back, and you came back. Look, I didn't even have time to put on my underwear when I went to pick you up, and you're still laughing at me."

Listening to my mother's slightly angry words, I couldn't help but feel moved: "Mom, I love you so much. Now your husband is hungry. Can I finish my meal first and then apologize to you?"

My mother chuckled and touched my forehead with her finger. "Hmph, let's see how you can apologize to me later!" After a while, the sumptuous dinner ended in laughter.

"Okay, now it's time for you to apologize. What are you going to use to apologize?" After cleaning up the dishes, my mother walked up to me and said.

"Go to the bathroom and wash it out."

"It's okay! I just want to clean you up with my cock."

After saying that, he picked up his light mother and walked towards the room. Unable to resist my pestering, my mother had to give in to my wishes. I quickly carried her to my room, put her on the TV cabinet by the wall, and let her sit with her back to the wall. The two of us looked into each other's eyes and kissed each other tongue to tongue. I hurriedly took off my mother's evening dress. In order to increase my visual enjoyment, my mother spread her two white thighs wide in front of me, which left me speechless.

I couldn't bear it any longer, so I didn't care that my pants were only half off. I held my mother's buttocks with both hands and stuffed my cock, which had been engorged with blood for a long time, into my mother's tender pussy, which was beginning to overflow with love juice. Like a pair of lovers in love, the two people devoured each other without reservation, the junction was full of joyful liquid, the whole room was filled with moans, gasps and the sound of genitals hitting each other, even the TV cabinet that served as a temporary battlefield was like an infected bystander, constantly squeaking in agreement.

Time passed by minute by minute, and just when my mother had just recovered from her second orgasm, she suddenly whispered in my ear: "Son, when you want to deliver the goods later, just be patient and tell me, and leave the rest to me. I guarantee that you will be satisfied."

I was having fun and said, "I'll do whatever you say."

As he spoke, his hips began to move again, galloping and chasing between his mother's buttocks. Soon, he pushed the mother, who was exhausted from resisting, to another climax, causing his mother's vagina to contract involuntarily due to the arrival of the orgasm. Unable to bear such extreme comfort, I resisted the urge to ejaculate and said anxiously, "I'm going to cum."

"Hurry up and get Mom down!"

At the critical moment, I forcibly pulled my cock out of my mother's body. The lively glans was still trembling, as if unwilling to leave its home of tenderness. My mother jumped down from the TV cabinet, knelt down in front of me, and without thinking, grabbed my wet and steaming cock with both hands and put it in her mouth.

I was surprised by my mother's bold action. When I came to my senses, I found that my mother not only held my cock in her mouth, but also sucked it hard. With every suck, the already swollen glans below swelled a little more. Finally, under the attack of my mother's mouth, I screamed and ejaculated the first stream of semen. Ten seconds later, my mother raised her head, looked at me affectionately, opened her little mouth, revealing a mouthful of thick milky white liquid. "Be good," I looked at my mother's beautiful face, which was covered with crystal clear beads of sweat. It was so beautiful. "If you want to vomit, just vomit." My mother closed her cherry lips and her snow-white throat moved.

From the slightly frowned brows of my mother, I could tell that it was the first time for her to taste this strange thing, and she still felt uncomfortable for a moment, which made me feel very sorry for her. "Mom! I'm sorry, I only thought about my own enjoyment, but made you suffer."

"Son, I'm willing to do anything as long as it makes you feel comfortable." Stroking my mother's beautiful hair, I said with gratitude, "Mom, you are so good to me."

At this time, my mother had licked my stuff clean, raised her head and stood up, looking at me with her moist eyes, one hand still holding my cock handle and rubbing it intentionally or unintentionally, and said in a lustful tone: "Are you satisfied with the gift I gave you today?"

"Yes, Mom. This gift is great, I really like it." I said sincerely.

"Today is your birthday. Mommy will let you have fun and do whatever you say. But take a break now, and then when you have enough energy, Mommy will let you fuck Mommy as much as you want. Let's have a great time together!"

Mom said softly and charmingly...