Making Love with Mom Next to Dad (Part 1) (Other Adult Novels)

On a hot summer night, Dad was reading in the study, and the old air conditioner was vibrating slightly. At my desk, I hugged my mother's waist and she sat on my thighs. I leaned forward as much as I could to press my mother's soft and plump breasts, and my lower body moved forward and rubbed regularly. The sound of my grandparents watching TV in the living room covered up the sound of our breathing and the collision of our bodies. My mother's bra, pink panties, and my trousers were scattered on the floor, making it look a little messy.

Dad thought Mom was helping me review my homework. He didn't know that my hands were now moving from Mom's smooth thighs to her soft belly, and then reaching into her white short-sleeved clothes, grabbing her plump and elastic breasts, and kneading them non-stop. In order to make it easier to put on our clothes, we didn't take off our tops. Mom only took off her underwear and bra and lifted her skirt up to her waist.

We suppressed our pleasure, but our movements became more and more heated. Mom's lower body suddenly tightened and she screamed "ah". Dad happened to be going to the bathroom and passed by the door of my room. The wooden door was not very soundproof, and he heard Mom's scream, so he knocked on the door and asked: Wen, what's wrong? We were so frightened by Dad's shout that we didn't dare to move. I stopped rubbing Mom's breasts and my hands around her buttocks instantly. Mom also remained in a half-standing position. My penis slid out and it was a little wet and sticky. It couldn't help but jump twice in the air.

After about two or three seconds of silence, we heard each other's light breathing. Mom said towards the door: It's okay, there are a lot of mosquitoes in the summer, so I was bitten once. Dad said: I'll get you some mosquito coils! My mother quickly said, "No, the air conditioning is not ventilated enough, and mosquito coils are harmful to the body..." A voice came from the other side of the door: Then you should be careful, it is easy to get a cold if bitten by mosquitoes. Xiaolong, you should also pay attention and don’t study too late. Your school has a sports meeting tomorrow, and your mom and you have to get up early! I choked and said, "Oh, I see!" Then we heard his footsteps leaving and breathed a sigh of relief. But my lower body also became much softer. My mother smiled and tapped my head and said: I told you to be gentle, you almost did something bad!

Seeing my mother's action and her faint smile, I suddenly felt an impulse. I stood up, hugged my mother, pressed her against the desk, spread her thighs, climbed on her body, and rubbed my lower body up and down against my mother's vagina. I soon became hard and inserted it. The wet surface wrapped around my penis tightly, and an indescribable pleasure quickly took over my whole body. I lifted my mother's clothes from the waist to her chest, revealing her round breasts. I held them with both hands and kneaded them. The full flesh continued to stimulate my brain, and I increased the speed of the impact. My mother's whole body was soft and she let me play with her, but her breath became heavy. After less than three or four minutes of rapid thrusting, I couldn't hold it any longer and my lower body was about to explode. The footsteps of my dad who was going to the bathroom passed by the door, but the pleasure of approaching orgasm made people desperate. Mom was about to signal me to stop, but I didn't care and slammed into Mom's vagina, then pounced on her, pressed down on her breasts and hugged her body tightly. Mom couldn't help but moan, and she clamped her legs around my waist, and put her hands around my neck and back and stroked them.

I heard the door closing in Dad's study, and my movements were almost out of control, causing my body to make a series of hissing and slapping sounds. I thrust deep into my mother's vagina. The inner wall of her vagina contracted rapidly and regularly, and the opening of her uterus sucked my glans again and again. My penis could no longer hold on as if it was being sucked by the tender little mouth and the slippery and mysterious tunnel. My testicles contracted and moved, and a stream of thick semen was about to be ejected. At this time, my mother suddenly grabbed and blocked my penis. She said: Don't ejaculate inside... But I had reached the peak of impulse. Although my mother grabbed and gently blocked my penis with her hand, my penis still excitedly thrust forward for more than ten times and jumped in my mother's vagina. It took me a while to feel the contraction and warmth of her vagina before I could slightly relax. After lying on my mother for more than a minute, my mother asked me to get up, but my penis was still erect. I turned my mother over and made her lie on the desk. Her breasts pressed against the table made her look more attractive. I touched my mother's round and elastic buttocks and slapped her twice. My mother scolded me: You want to die? It will be bad if you hear it. Hurry up and finish it... I said: Mom, I'm swatting a mosquito, you're so beautiful, mosquitoes like to bite places with beautiful scenery! My mother's face turned red and she said: You just know how to talk smoothly. I held my penis with my right hand and placed my left hand on my mother's waist. While rubbing my penis and lightly poking my mother's buttock groove and perineum, I said: I'm telling the truth, Mom. Don't you know that those classmates in our school with pimples on their faces all regard you as their dream lover... This kind of riding-like conquering perspective and the snow-white and submissive body of my mother under me quickly made my stroking penis burst into thick liquid. Watching the milky white liquid slowly flowing down the curve of the buttocks, I took advantage of the fact that the congested area had not completely receded, and rode on my mother's buttocks and poked it hard several times until it completely softened. After my mother helped me wipe my private parts, she put on her own clothes and said to me, "I'll go take a shower first, you come over and take a shower later..." I replied "Yeah" and leaned back in the chair comfortably with my eyes slightly closed. But for some reason, images of my classmates fantasizing about my mother flashed through my mind. These made me very unhappy, because in my heart, my mother can only belong to me, and I am even dissatisfied with my father... My mother is a teacher in our school. She is very beautiful in our town, with fair skin, a well-proportioned figure and beautiful curves. I dare say she is as good as most women in the city, especially her mature femininity which makes her irresistible. A classmate of mine once said enviously: If my mother were half as good as yours, I would be satisfied. He said without hesitation: The ideal woman in my dreams is someone like Teacher Zhang. Once I was playing video games at home with a neighbor who dropped out of elementary school and became a gangster. He said, "Your mother is really a stunner, and your father must be so happy." I was very disgusted by his rudeness: "It's okay for you to just eat your fill, what nonsense are you talking about? Are you still playing games?" He made himself bored. After playing for a while, he said he didn't want to play anymore and wanted to go to the toilet. He went in and didn't come out for a long time. I drank a lot of Coke and was so engrossed in playing games that I naturally held my urine for a long time, so I went to urge him to pee. He came out slowly, and as soon as I entered I smelled cigarette smoke. I said: You fucking smoke in my house, making it so smoky, you deserve a beating! Squatting on the toilet, I found something wrong: the underwear my mother had changed in the past two days was in a mess, with signs of being turned over. I picked up a pair of underwear and found that there was a thick yellow liquid on it. I smelled the scent of strong semen, which was fresh and a little hot. This guy actually used my mother's underwear to masturbate, damn!

I washed the underwear and came out to scold him. He smiled shamelessly and said, "I can't help it. Your mother's smell is so tempting. It smells much better than those chickens I've had sex with. It makes me feel good just thinking about it." I thought to myself: You are just a little punk, and you want to eat swan meat! From that day on, I stopped inviting him to my house and tried to stay away from him. What made me most angry was that my mother found a pair of unwashed lace panties missing when she came home that day. He was the only one who came to my house that day, so it must be him who took it!

At 10:30, I turned on the computer and listened to about half a song. My mother knocked on the door and asked me to take a shower. Grandpa and grandma have turned off the TV and went to the bedroom on the third floor to rest. Dad has also returned to his bedroom because he has to go on a business trip tomorrow to catch the first flight in the early morning! Seeing that there was no one in the living room, I secretly grabbed my mother's breasts through her thin pajamas. My mother cursed in a low voice: "You are asking for your life, your father is not asleep." I smiled coquettishly and hugged my mother, burying my head in her chest: "It is natural for a son to drink his mother's milk. How can my father be so unreasonable!" My mother said: "Okay, stop joking, go take a shower, and come out and I will cook you a midnight snack!"

I entered the bathroom, and the lingering feminine scent of my mother's bath wafted everywhere. Taking off the dirty clothes and underwear covered with mucus, letting the hot stream pour down from the top of your head, coupled with the relaxation after the desire is satisfied, makes your whole body feel refreshed. As I applied soap and scrubbed my body, the impact of the water from the sprinkler head flowed through my lower body. The vigorous energy and sensitivity of a teenager made my penis erect again, and the concentrated water column stimulated it and it soon became harder and more upright. I stroked my penis with my hand a few times, and couldn't help but pick up my mother's just changed panties that were still stained with our passionate fluids and smell them. The scene of that day when the neighbor boy used my mother's panties to masturbate suddenly appeared in my mind. The feeling must be very similar! He must be like me, smelling the suffocating smell while imagining my mother's beautiful vagina, and then moving to my mother's lower abdomen, breasts, nipples, small mouth, or perversely wanting to insert it into the anus... No, he must be thinking more about my mother's slender and smooth thighs clamping around his waist and moaning. Just look at the way he looks every time he secretly stares at my mother's thighs!

"Xiaolong, are you done washing?" Mom called me when she saw that I was not making any progress in washing.

I replied: "Mom, I forgot to take my clothes, can you help me get them from the room?"

Actually, I wanted my mother to come into the bathroom, of course, there were some subconscious thoughts that I couldn't express clearly. As soon as my mother came in, I hugged her and moved into the bathroom. I kept caressing her up and down with my hands and kissed her face wildly. My mother was suddenly attacked by me. She was out of breath but she didn't dare to make any noise, for fear that my father would come out and see her. She whispered, "You want to kill your mother? I can't breathe if you hold me so tightly. Close the door quickly!" I hurriedly raised my right leg and pushed the door, which slammed shut. My mother and I were both startled; the sound of the door closing was so loud! It was all because of my impatience and lack of carefulness. My mother looked at my erect lower body and cursed in a low voice: "You, you don't even plan to cheat, I really owed you in my previous life!" I laughed twice and pressed against my mother's body. Her thin pajamas had made my body, which was covered with water droplets, a little wet.

But she was afraid that it would get dirty and difficult to deal with, so she said to me: "Mom will help you with her hands. It will be troublesome if the clothes you just changed get wet. You have to go to your dad's bedroom to change!" Mom asked me to lean against the wall next to the bathtub, and she squatted down to help me caress her. I grabbed Mom's breasts from time to time, enjoying the full and delicate touch they gave me. My eyes scanned up and down my mother's body, admiring her pretty measurements, especially her round buttocks, which were clearly visible in this leaning forward position, and it made me think of something else.

"Mom, please help me suck it with your mouth! It's so uncomfortable and I can't cum!"

My mother is generally not willing to do this. She has only given me oral sex three times before, and those were only when I repeatedly requested or she had no choice. The first time was in the small fruit forest in my grandmother’s village. She was afraid of being discovered and didn’t want to take off her clothes, so she had to blow me with her mouth. It was so exciting that I came in just four or five minutes. The second time was when Mom was menstruating. I touched her all over but couldn't penetrate her, which meant I couldn't ejaculate. She was in an excited and erect state for over an hour, and I couldn't ejaculate even through breast sex (which Mom didn't object to, and ejaculating on her plump breasts or smooth belly was another kind of enjoyment). Mom gave me a blowjob. The third time was when Mom and I were traveling. We were less restrained and more relaxed. I pulled my mother to the side wall of a Taoist temple. She lay on the ground and I inserted my hands from behind and put them around her chest to hold her breasts. I thrust forward and my mother cooperated by lifting her hips. From time to time, we could hear the noise of tourists at the door, so we tried our best to keep the noise down. So I didn't reach orgasm after more than half an hour. This place was too dangerous, so my mother gave me a blowjob... This time in the bathroom, when I asked for a blowjob, my mother didn't say anything. She just asked me to lie in the bathtub, took off her pajamas and underwear and hung them on the door, then she lay naked on my lower body and sucked my penis. My mother's plump breasts were pressed between my thighs and knees, moving slightly back and forth and rubbing. Her rosy lips were as tender as water, and her peach-like labia were sucking on my glans. Her prone position made her curvy waist sink down, and her round buttocks were raised just to the level of my line of sight. Through the dressing mirror opposite, my mother's entire plump vagina and slender thighs were clearly visible. I looked at the mirror mischievously and raised my feet to poke and rub my mother's anus and labia with my toes. My mother was suddenly stimulated by my penis and she couldn't help but let out an "ah" from her throat. "Bad boy, behave yourself, or I'll be angry!" I said, "No wonder Qiangzi said that the most beautiful vagina in the world is the one full of feeling. Mom, the feeling down there is too obvious!"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up! Who is that Qiangzi? Don't always hang out with these frivolous people."

"Qiangzi is the cockroach that was in the orchard that time!"

When my mother heard this, she burst out laughing, and then her face turned red. That time when my mother was giving me a blowjob in the orchard behind my grandmother's house, we were in a rush. Although I was enjoying it very much, I was looking around to see if anyone was coming over. I was leaning against a small tree trunk and the tree shook when I moved. In the countryside, especially in the woods, there were many mosquitoes, caterpillars and the like. In addition, it was summer, so I was only concerned about whether there were any strange insects falling from the leaves above and forgot about the things below. My mother knelt upright and gave me a blowjob. Her skirt dragged on the ground. A cockroach crawled out from a pile of dead leaves, followed the inner edge of her white dress, burrowed into her lower body, and crawled into her panties. My mother jumped in fright. I was already close to orgasm, and my mother's hand holding my testicles suddenly loosened, and my penis slipped out of her mouth. The pressure was immediately released, and I ejaculated uncontrollably due to the pleasure. So my mother's face, chest and skirt were all stuck with semen, and I didn't even use the tissues that I had prepared to wipe the semen. I had originally planned to ejaculate in her mouth, and she would spit it into the tissues. This accident often became our secret joke. Every time my mother talked about it, she would blush, and I felt an indescribable joy in my heart. From then on, cockroaches became a synonym for sexual connotations for us.

One time I played a prank. When my family and guests were having dinner together, my mother was serving the dishes. I threw a chicken bone to the big white female dog named Huahua and said, "Here, hold the bone firmly, and don't let the cockroaches snatch it away!" My mother's ears immediately turned red, and she said a few words to the guests and went into the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen under the pretext of serving rice. When my mother saw me come in, she looked at me angrily. I went over and hugged her, but she quickly broke free and whispered: "You're going to die. What a time! Why are you joking like this now?" I said, "It's meal time! My little cockroach will be hungry too."

"Okay, go serve the food and stop messing around!"

I gave the bowl to my mother and asked her to help me serve it. She was wearing an apron, a white and pink short-sleeved women's shirt, and a thin lace skirt that just reached her knees. She was decent and generous, with a well-proportioned figure. The way she bent down to help me serve the rice showed the grace of a good wife and mother and a mature young woman. I walked up to my mother, put my arms around her waist and kissed her on the face. My sudden action almost caused the bowl she was holding to drop. She was about to blame me for my willfulness, but I put my mouth close to her ear and said, "Mom, you are so beautiful, I love you, you are mine!" She put one hand gently on the back of my hand and said, "Mom knows, let go quickly, the guests are still eating outside. When there's a chance tonight, I'll do whatever you want, okay? "I kissed her, then went out happily to toast the guests with my dad, grandparents, and before leaving, I touched and squeezed mom's breasts through her thin shirt... The moonlight was bright outside the bathroom window, mom was stroking my penis, sucking my testicles, her snow-white buttocks had a strong impact on my eyes, and my glans felt full and comfortable. Mom said she had never given my dad a blowjob, but her movements were very gentle. She had never even watched an adult film, and her grandparents had given her a very traditional and formal education since she was a child, so when we had sex in the Taoist temple, I laughed at mom for being self-taught. In fact, what men want is nothing more than a sense of conquest and possession. Mom's obedience and tenderness to the person she loves, coupled with her body and emotions, made her naturally become a woman who can satisfy men's desires. This is probably the inevitable nature of a virtuous woman.

I turned on the hot water, stroked my mother's soft and shiny black hair with one hand, occasionally pressed her head down, and grabbed the sprinkler head with the other hand to spray water on my mother's shoulders and back. I watched the water, as transparent as my mother's fair flesh, flow down her shoulders, slide to her back, and finally converge at the curve of her waist, and then split to both sides of the waist and return to the bathtub. My penis had the urge to ride on my mother's slender waist and rub it, and it instantly became a lot harder. My mother said the water was too hot, so I stood up to cool it down, and plugged it into the wall hanging hole, letting the mist sprinkle down countless water lines from above my head. I turned around and walked behind my mother. She was kneeling at this time. I touched her shoulders, and put my hands from her shoulders to her round breasts, and grasped them. My middle finger and index finger pinched my mother's slightly red nipples, which moved and deformed with the movement of her breasts. Then I tilted my head to kiss my mother passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, exchanging each other's saliva, and our teeth occasionally touching each other. My penis was hard and pressed against my mother's back, simulating the action of thrusting.

The feeling of conquest took over my body and mind again. I uttered two "Mmm" sounds from my mother and I's mouths connected. Then I pushed my mother down and let her support herself with her hands. I sat on her and clamped my legs around her slender waist. I raised my hand to take off the sprinkler head, and while moving my buttocks back and forth, I slightly turned sideways and directed the sprinkler head to sprinkle warm water on my mother's elastic and fleshy buttocks and vagina. My mother couldn't help being caressed by the water column. She moaned softly a few times, and her buttocks and body shook slightly back and forth, as if there was a thrust generated from the behind when she was thrusting.

I also put my other hand on my mother's buttocks and squeezed and grabbed them, and slapped them hard. There was a crisp and soul-stirring "pa" sound, and my mother also let out a "ah" moan. I was like a brave knight whipping a beautiful mare under me, galloping across the boundless and mysterious prairie. "Gee", I shouted this word in a daze, and the mother under me burst out laughing again. She said, "You really think you are riding a horse. Your sense of substitution makes you so involved that you can act like an actor." I said, "I am riding my mother, my own mother! Haha." After saying that, I clamped my legs together, slapped my mother's butt, and shouted "Gee" again!

Mom's face immediately turned red: "Bad boy, your dad is not as frivolous as you!"

"It's because he's too serious that he doesn't know how to appreciate his mother. That's why his mother chose him, isn't it?"

"Your father is a talented man. What I value is his talent and responsibility."

"Bullshit, if my dad had any sense of responsibility he wouldn't have gotten a 17 year old girl pregnant when he was 21!"

"You... don't talk about your father. He has contributed so much to our family. Don't you have any conscience?"

My father and mother grew up together in the same village. My father lost his mother when he was young. He is two years older than my mother and started school three years later, so he is in the same grade as my mother. The harsh environment forced him to shoulder the burden of the family early on. He had to get up before dawn every day to cook for his younger siblings, then feed his sick father and wash up before going to school in the village center. My mother has been a kind and sensitive girl since she was young. Seeing how hard my father worked, she often helped him make up for the homework he had fallen behind. The two gradually developed a deep relationship. They went to the same school from elementary school, junior high school to university, so it was natural for them to fall in love. When my mother was 17 years old, they had sex under the big magnolia tree in the village and she became pregnant with me.

For this, my grandfather beat my mother severely for the first time, and my father was often chased and beaten by my grandfather when he came to visit. But rural people have traditional ideas, so since it had happened they had no choice but to acknowledge it silently. I privately agreed to let them register their marriage, and there was no wedding banquet. My mother dropped out of school for two years, gave birth to me, and recuperated for a while before going back to school - of course, she applied to the school where my father worked. They rented a house outside the school and often left me alone in the dormitory during classes. My mother felt sorry for me and often skipped classes to come back and feed me. At that time, my crying purple little mouth would always suck hard, as if to express my dissatisfaction. My mother once joked that when I was a child, I was like a little hungry wolf. Whenever I saw her, I would touch her breasts, grope her breasts hungrily, and suck and bite her nipples fiercely. The pain almost made my mother cry several times! Although taking care of me distracted her a lot, she never fell behind in her studies. This was probably because she inherited her grandmother's intelligence and beauty.

The past events between my mom and dad often make me feel jealous for some reason, and I would think strangely that my dad got the upper hand. The words of the little gangster next door came to my mind again: Your dad must be so happy!

"Mom, you like magnolia flowers because of the beautiful memories you had under the magnolia tree when you were a girl."

"I'm going to hit you. Don't make fun of your mother!" said the mother tenderly.

My penis became fully hard again. Jealousy and the feeling of possession made me press against my mother's back and rub it hard. "Hmph, Mom, Dad is such a rascal and you help him distort justice. Grandpa didn't beat you enough with the whip back then. Now I will punish you again on Grandpa's behalf..." As I said that, I slapped Mom's butt three or four times. My action made Mom chuckle. I said: Don’t laugh, be serious!

Seeing that I was pretending to be serious, my mother smiled and cooperated with my actions and said: I won’t dare to do it again, brother, can you hit me gently?

I lowered the shower head and let it slide in the center of the bathtub, spraying upwards towards my mother's lower abdomen and perineum. Mom moaned "hmm!" and I touched her plump buttocks and asked her to gently turn her waist around the water column. Mom was quickly aroused by this sufficient stimulation and the inside of her vagina became wet. With my hands freed, my movements became much easier. I pulled a towel from the shelf and wrapped it around my mother's neck. I leaned over to her ear and breathed. The airflow made my mother groan softly, "Mom, you are my woman. No one but me can touch and pinch your body at will! I am your only man, and Dad is a gangster!"

Perhaps it was the strange words and the constant stimulation of the water flowing from her lower body that made Mom not refute my unreasonable words as she did before. Instead, she catered to my invasion. Our rising sexual desire made us crazy and we forgot everything and needed each other. I sat up straight and squeezed my mother tightly, pulling the towel around her neck, first slightly lifting my buttocks and then sitting on her waist and back, or using my penis to poke the small indentations on her smooth spine. My testicles pressed against my mother's flesh again and again, and my mother's buttocks twisting around the water column made my testicles rub left and right. I felt as comfortable as if I were rubbing honey on cotton wool.

The trembling all over her body, the pleasure and my weight made my mother lie down limply and support her body with her elbows. From time to time she lowered or raised her buttocks to adjust the stimulation of the water column on her lower abdomen and genitals. Sitting astride her, I felt the ups and downs of a horse running on the grassland. I think if I had a whip in my hand at this moment, I would whip my mother's fleshy buttocks and slender thighs without hesitation. I can't help but utter a powerful and lascivious quote: The man who rides his mother is the happiest man in the world!

Before I became a man, my mother's man, I considered myself the happiest boy. As mentioned before, I spent my infancy in a rented house near the school. Being far away from home and having no relatives made my mother love and pamper me particularly. Most of the time, she would try her best to meet my willful requests. If I occasionally made her angry, she would just educate me and coax me like a typical mother who loves her son, and then let it go. So when my father asked my mother to wean me off breast milk when I was over two years old, it never worked.

After my father said so much, my mother secretly let me touch her breasts and suck her nipples to suck milk when he was not around, because she couldn't resist my courtship-like coquettishness. Every day I sleep in the same bed with my mother, and I always caress her body until I am tired before I fall asleep contentedly. Sometimes, my father would be snoring heavily in bed next to me, separated by a wooden board, while my mother and I would still hug each other and show our affection - of course, at that time it was mostly an expression of mother-son intimacy and closeness. After graduation, my father was assigned to work in the local municipal government agency. He lived in the staff dormitory and returned to our rented house every Sunday. Therefore, before I was ten years old, I was alone at home with my mother most of the time (she was arranged to teach at the city middle school and applied for a three-year leave of absence to take care of me). During the day, my mother taught me to read and play the piano at home. I sat on her lap, and she hugged me and held my hand, teaching me word by word. When she spoke, the air from her lips blew on the corners of my ears. When I was learning piano, my mother's big hands held my small hands and pressed the keys, like lovers with their fingers crossed. The setting sun shone through the window, it was like a classical picture of mother and son playing the piano.

Usually in the evening when we have nothing to do, we will lie on the sofa and watch TV. I will lie on my mother, and when there are scary scenes, I will hide in her arms and put one leg on her waist. My height at that time was exactly between my mother's breasts and the junction of her lower body and thighs. Every time I acted coquettishly or watched horror movies with my head buried in my mother's breasts, my heels and toes would touch my mother's raised, bun-like vulva. Her pajamas and panties were mostly made of thin cotton and silk, and it almost felt like sticking to her skin. This comfort made me naturally put my feet in this part of my mother's body often, but I didn't know how to appreciate women at that time. At this time, my mother would touch my head gently with her maternal love: "Baby, mom is here, it's okay!" I would scratch and touch my mother all over, and pretend to be scared: "Baby, be scared, mommy kiss you!" My mother would always smile and kiss my face and mouth. I would playfully suck on my mother's plump lips and tongue for a long time. My mother pretended to struggle and said, "Baby, let go, mommy can't breathe!" Sometimes, I would turn over and ride on her belly, and she would tickle me and we would roll left and right on the narrow sofa.

We gain happiness and a sense of dependence from the intimate games between mother and child that ordinary mother and child games do not have. In fact, I still like kissing my mother's lips. This is because before she fed me, she would blow on the food with her mouth to cool it down a little, and then test the temperature in her mouth before feeding me. When I was throwing a tantrum and refused to eat, she said, "Be good, baby. Eat more so you can grow up quickly."

"No, it's too disgusting!" "If it tastes bad, mom will help you eat half and you eat the other half, okay?" She scooped some rice with a spoon and held it in her mouth, then fed me. I protested loudly, "Mom is lying, you didn't eat it!" After I said that, no matter how I coaxed her, she wouldn't eat. She had to say, "Mom won't lie to the baby anymore. Mom will eat most of it first, and you can eat a little bit, okay?" Mom put a big mouthful of rice into her mouth, as long as I ate the part she spit out from her lips.

From then on, I fell in love with the game of scooping rice from my mother's mouth, and my appetite increased a lot. My mother was very happy to find a way to coax me to eat more. She always held me in her arms when eating, and I held my mother's plump breasts with both hands and kneaded them, and my mouth and tongue kept exploring in my mother's mouth. The rice and vegetables stuck to my mother's saliva and nourished me to grow quickly. So today my first-class kissing and tongue kissing skills have laid a solid foundation on my mother. During the ten years of living in a rented house, my close relationship with my mother seemed to have squeezed out my father. He often joked that he was jealous because the wife treated her husband badly and the son only recognized his mother. Especially on Sundays when he is at home (my will be much more willful and mischievous at this time), whenever he wants to eavesdrop on my whisper with my mother, I will say to her, "Mom, let's talk in private and don't let Dad eavesdrop, he is a bad guy!" Mom also deliberately said, "That's right, baby is still good, dad is not good at all, mom kiss!" Mom and I kiss as if there is no one else around, and from time to time we deliberately make a "smacking" kissing sound. Dad looks helpless and pretends to be angry or innocent and says, "Hate it, son, give mom back to dad!" Dad pounces on us and laughs and plays with us. I know that this is one of the few close contacts between him and mom. He takes the opportunity to explore mom's body, and when the time is right, he sends signals of seeking love to mom. Mom will occasionally find an excuse to send me away to satisfy dad. Fortunately, there are not many such moments that make me dissatisfied. Whenever they did that, I would get jealous like a child and retaliate against my mom or touch her hard, press her body down, and kiss her harder while watching TV as a prank.

Maybe my possessiveness was developed so strongly inadvertently, and this jealousy also made me experience the pleasure of my lower body rubbing against my mother's breasts or waist when I shook hard, especially the ecstasy of my testicles sticking to the base of my mother's breasts. From kissing and whispering to riding my mother's breasts to vent my jealousy, I gained the sense of power that a man has in the world, even though I was only a child of five or six years old at that time... "My mother's saliva is the high-level nutrition for me to become a man!" I thought, letting go of the towel wrapped around my mother's neck, moving my butt back and straddling my mother's elastic and white butt, pressing my glans against the edge of her anus, and I clearly felt her anus contract. Then I pressed my whole body against my mother, with one hand reaching under her ribs to grab her breasts that were as white as crystal cotton, and with the other hand I put my arm around her neck, tilted my head and tightly kissed her lips that exuded the scent of a mature and beautiful woman. Our tongues skillfully stimulated each other's mouths. My mother was kneeling in the bathtub, her body trembling weakly. I tried my best to wrap every inch of her skin with my body, and rubbed her entire perineum and anus with my penis again and again.

Every time the glans enters the anus, I feel inexplicably excited: that is my mother's holy place, and nothing has ever been inserted or pulled out except for the excrement - I am ashamed of this dirty thought, but it brings more excitement and pleasure. I penetrated the anus with force, feeling its elasticity when it concave for a moment, and grinding it continuously. My mother's mouth, which was being sucked by me, made a "hmm" sound. I knew that was her protest. She was afraid that I would really insert it. The close "communication" that my mother and I have developed since childhood has enabled us to easily understand each other's general meaning based on a small gesture or the intensity of the tone of voice. This kind of intimate communication may be the reason why my mother does not mind breast sex, because when I was a child, I often rode and touched her breasts. The action of breast sex reminds her of my childhood appearance, which can make her maternal love burst out and become more gentle. At this moment, I somewhat regretted why I didn't get more intimate with my mother's anus, so that she wouldn't feel uncomfortable with me inserting it.

It’s only because comics, books and computers were not so popular at that time, otherwise I would have a clear concept of women and would no longer kiss and hug my mother like a child without knowing anything. I really envy today's kids who can get enough sexual concepts from online books, so that they can be knowledgeable and absorb enough porn essence before they reach adolescence.

One time I almost realized my idea of ​​penetrating my mother's anus and ejaculating. Half a year ago, my father was promoted to deputy division commander of a military region. His colleagues and friends booked a five-star hotel for him and held a celebration party. Our family and my father's most important friends and leaders raised their glasses frequently in a large private box. My father got drunk the whole night and my mother blocked a lot of wine for him. The team leader who always had improper thoughts about my mother was looking at my mother's body with lustful eyes all night long. I really wanted to go up and beat him up. My father's boss, who was in his 50s, hugged his wife, who was in her 20s, and kept touching and flirting with her. He even put half a piece of fruit in his mouth and performed a kissing game in front of everyone. We returned to the room at one o'clock in the morning, and Dad fell asleep and began to snore loudly.

I also drank some red wine (my mother jokingly warned my father's colleagues and friends not to give alcohol to students, as it would be a bad influence on the country's pillars, so she only let me drink soda and some wine), and my mother's face was also hot from the smell of alcohol. I didn't care that my father was lying on the edge of the bed, I hugged my mother and kissed her madly, my hands were touching her buttocks and breasts, I threw her directly on the bed, took off my pants, pounced on her with my lower body naked, and sat on my mother's pelvis, my erect penis glans piercing my mother's belly button, my testicles were in close contact with my mother's vagina through a layer of silk skirt and thin lace panties. Dad was lying next to our bed, bouncing up and down due to the pressure of me throwing myself on the bed. He wiped his mouth and the wine flowed down his collar. He must have been dreaming that he was on a boat rocking on the sea. The opportunity to fuck my mother in front of my father makes me extremely excited and gives me the psychological and visual satisfaction to conquer everything. Although my mother was sober, she was a little drunk. Alcohol made us less cautious. She did not stop me from doing anything wrong, and occasionally took the initiative to cooperate with my actions.

I lifted my mother's skirt up to her waist, and reached back to take off her panties. She lifted her thighs along with my hands and let the panties slide out and hang at the knee of her right leg. She bent her legs to support my back, and my testicles were sunken into her inner thighs, fitting tightly into her vagina. I began to thrust back and forth frantically, rubbing the head of my penis into my mother's belly button as if it were a vagina. The pleasure spread from the anus to my dantian, and then rose to my nipples and lips. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I lay on my mother's body, tore off her skirt from her waist, and pulled off her bra. The snow-white, swollen breasts immediately jumped out of my eyes. I immediately grabbed them and sucked the entire areola with my mouth.

Just like a hungry wolf who wants to swallow his mother's breasts in one gulp, it violently demonstrates a man's unstoppable desire for the curves of a mature woman. The "wave" sound when my tongue and lips left Mom's breasts and Mom's heart-stirring moans combined with Dad's snoring became the most moving notes, and my butt kept thrusting to make the bed sway up and down. From the side, Dad's body moving up and down with the bed was like an upward thrusting lovemaking action, coordinating with my downward thrusting into Mom. It was simply a 3P: I was fucking Mom's vagina on top, Mom was in the middle, and Dad was "fucking" Mom's butt!

In my mind, I imagined that Dad was competing with me for Mom's body, and part of Mom's moaning was an immediate reaction to Dad "inserting" her... I couldn't tolerate this idea, but I was attracted and stimulated by it. I couldn't help but increase the strength and speed of attacking Mom's body. It seemed that there was a charge horn for a decisive battle inspiring me to attack frantically, and I must occupy Mom's beautiful "bunker" before the enemy, and I must possess her before the enemy defiles her! I moved my butt from my mother's pelvis to her waist, flattened her round breasts with my chest, and stuck our nipples together. After sucking her lips with my tongue and lips for a while, I gasped and said to her red ears, "Mom, I want to fuck your ass!" My mother closed her eyes slightly, and the alcohol made her say "um" in a particularly charming way. I didn't care whether she agreed or not, turned her body over and straddled her, and inserted my penis into her butt crack. Sexual desire speeds up blood flow, and the smell of alcohol spreads throughout my body, making my penis harder and more powerful.

I half-squatted, holding my mother's tender little hand with one hand so that her breast was half pressed against the bed sheet, and with the other hand I held my penis and explored my mother's anus up and down. Alcohol reduced my ability to accurately calculate the distance a lot, and I failed to insert it after many attempts. In my eyes, the crack of my mother's buttocks now looks like an underwater valley ten thousand meters deep in the Atlantic Ocean. The yellow-orange light of the hotel shines on my mother's snow-white buttocks as darkly as the seabed, making it impossible for me to find the black chimney that could cause the eruption of an underwater volcano. "Mom, where is your black chimney, that is, your anus?" I shook my head slightly and said with confused eyes. Finally, my glans reached a circle with a little hot air flow, and I knew that must be my mother's anus. I pushed it diagonally along the opening direction. It was so tight! The glans was only half in. The sudden insertion stimulated the peristalsis of my mother's rectum. She opened her eyes and woke up a lot. She wanted to turn over to stop me, but I kept pressing her back and buttocks tightly and didn't stop. She knew I was in high spirits, and with the alcohol paralyzing her, she just said, "Put on a condom. Your dad's bag has it, and it's dirty." Then she let me do it. The condoms that Daddy packed were picked out by Mom and I at a specialty store yesterday to celebrate today's party. They are super thin and have a little fragrance. Wearing them is almost the same as not wearing anything, and they can also arouse sexual desire.

He was drunk and didn't use it, so he didn't expect me to use it for him. I got off my mother's body, walked to the sofa and searched in my father's briefcase and found two condoms. Holding them, I turned around and saw my mother lying on the bed next to my father's slightly protruding belly, revealing her smooth, round buttocks. I picked up my mother's silk skirt scattered on the ground and sniffed it. The penetrating feminine scent made me dizzy. I slapped my mother's butt twice, and it bounced twice with an elasticity comparable to that of a spring bed. I couldn't help but slap it twice more. My mother moaned a few times but kept her eyes closed and motionless. I understand that my mother drank quite a bit of wine with the guests, and the alcohol took effect and made her dizzy and sleepy! When I thought of this, I put the condom back into my briefcase, stroked my mother's buttocks for half a minute, and then rode on her. My mother was half asleep and didn't know that I didn't wear a condom. She just told me to be gentle in a low voice.

The anus was too tight and not lubricated, so the friction was a bit uncomfortable when I inserted my glans. I bent down and licked my mother's anus for two or three minutes before inserting it, but the effect was still not good. So I lay over my mother's lower body and began to dig into her labia with two fingers. When it became a little moist, I inserted my fingers into her vagina and soon the inner wall of my mother's vagina secreted a lot of lubricating liquid. Stand up, spread the buttocks, insert the penis into the vagina and move it back and forth until the penis is covered with mother's feminine fluid. Then use your fingers to open the buttocks a little, then aim at the anus and grind the anus-like opening, and slowly insert it. With the help of mother's lubricant, entry is much smoother. Two-thirds of the penis has been swallowed up in the mother's tight and elastic rectal sphincter, which is the most powerful internal structure of a woman, controlling intestinal peristalsis and feces excretion, allowing the human body's 5 to 6 meters of large intestine waste to move and be discharged smoothly.

So when I touched it, the pulling force and warmth immediately overwhelmed my lower body, swallowing up my penis like a mud flow swallowing up an object, and I immediately screamed "Ah". "Wenwen, pour me a glass of water!" I don't know if it was because my cry of comfort was too loud or the bed was shaking too violently, but Dad actually muttered in his sleep that he was dry in the mouth and wanted to drink water. Although Mom was half asleep, she woke up immediately when she heard Dad calling her name. Because I was riding on her body at the time, people will respond to the environment subconsciously, and she was aware of whether Dad would wake up and notice our actions.

What a bummer! I was just about to enjoy my mother's anus. The animals' mating posture was bringing out my primitive wildness. My mother asked me to come down, and I thought dissatisfiedly: Why choose this time to drink water when there are so many other times! After mom helped dad drink the water, we became much more sober and didn't dare to do it on the bed. I carried my mother to the bathroom and inserted my hard penis into her vagina to complete this lost "Atlantic Valley Black Chimney Tour"! ...The only consolation is that after I ejaculated my thick semen into my mother's uterus, she didn't take the emergency contraceptive pill like she did before (although it didn't cause pregnancy, it basically satisfied my idea of ​​filling my mother's uterus with fresh seeds)... "Mom, I want to go in so badly!" We stopped kissing, and I held my mother's breasts with both hands and changed them into various shapes. I pushed my butt against her anus and said, "Mom, can you let me go in once? I've been thinking about it for a long time!" My mother made a sound in her throat and said, "No, don't. It's very dirty inside..."

Looking out the bathroom window, dark clouds have covered the moon and it looks like it's going to rain soon. "Mom is purer than anything else in my heart! Let me do it..." After saying that, I couldn't help but press my butt down towards my mother's butt. My mother's hands couldn't support her and she fell into the bathtub. My desire to suck her skin kept attacking her defense line, and she no longer resisted my desire to explore. "Be sure to wash it clean with soap after you are done," said my mother. The prone position also made her feel much more relaxed. I couldn't let go of her feet, and I kept talking about them as if I had found a treasure, from her heels, calves, thighs, buttocks, waist and back, shoulders to her hair, all the way up! After fully arousing my mother's sexual desire, the real show begins: I want to insert into my mother's anus and shoot my thick love juice! After that, I truly possessed every part of my mother's body. I could justifiably despise my father: What's so great about that? Even if he got my mother's 17-year-old virginity, he couldn't even ride on her breasts, let alone oral and anal sex!

Thinking about it this way makes me even more excited. Dad is very obedient to Mom, and Mom, influenced by her traditional upbringing, would not engage in sex that seems unconventional. My mother's unconditional love and indulgence in me give me absolute advantages that my father does not have, so I will always agree to anything I ask for as long as I persist. The experience in the hotel last time taught me smooth and skillful movements. I quickly aimed at the anus and inserted it. My mother's undeveloped anus appeared flesh-red. When I looked closely, the lines of the flesh grains in the anal circle had geometric beauty like the number series of mathematician Bofill. It shrank back and forth slightly with my mother's slow breathing, and it seemed that hot air was discharged from the surface. I inserted it in a "chi" and my mother turned around and said, "Ah!" "Be gentle, you are going to murder me!"

I thrust all the way in without caring about the consequences. The sphincter held my penis firmly at the base, and the glans penis was wrapped in my mother's hot and wet rectum, rubbing back and forth a little bit, and waves of numbness spread throughout my body. My mother's body was wet and tender, and her flesh was shiny. It had infinite feminine flavor when I sucked and licked it. The feeling of a foreign object entering her anus gave my mother a desire similar to defecation. Her rectum began to wriggle and contract a few centimeters away from the exit to suck and press on my inserted penis. The comfort it brought me was not much different from that of a vagina, plus it was warmer, had a stronger grip, and a strange pleasure. It was not far from the feeling of sex heaven described in the book!

Sometimes when I went too hard, my mother would moan softly to show that it hurt, and asked me to move more gently. At first, I crawled on my mother's back, but later it was so pleasurable that I couldn't help but straighten my back and hold my mother's slender waist, and thrust forward and backward faster. The collision sound of our bodies, which were covered with water droplets, became clearer and clearer. In the small bathroom, my mother's buttocks were whipped by my testicles one after another, and the anal flesh ring rose and fell as I pulled out and inserted the penis.

Listening to my mother's suppressed moans and watching the subtle changes in her facial expressions as I invaded her, the desire of a landlord to cultivate his own fertile land quickly rose and flowed out of my lower body. At this time, thunder sounded in the sky outside, and the rain began to fall. I thrust faster and faster, and the feeling of climax became more and more intense. "Mom, I'm going to cum!" Mom answered me with her soft moan!

At this critical moment, the knock on the door that made me want to explode rang out again: "Xiaolong, why haven't you finished washing yet! Where is your mother?" Dad got up and went downstairs to drink water. He saw that Mom was not there and the bathroom was closed. He heard a sound and knocked on the door. This time we were scared. I clearly felt Mom's body twitched and she almost jumped up. If it weren't for my whole body weight pressing on her, I would have been stunned for a second as long as ten thousand years. Mom should feel the same as me, because no matter what I said, I couldn't figure out where Mom went. I blurted out: "It's raining, Mom just went to the rooftop to collect clothes!" "Dad answered me with an "oh" and went into the living room to get some water to drink. Fortunately, he didn't suspect anything, and he really couldn't suspect anything. He had never noticed anything going on between my mother and me, and of course he wouldn't suddenly go crazy. After drinking the water, Dad went upstairs and said to the bathroom door, "Go to bed early! "And then I went upstairs. When I heard the door closing upstairs, my mother asked me to come down quickly. We wiped our bodies hurriedly. My mother helped me clean my penis, and then she tidied her clothes. Before going out, I stopped my mother and said like a spoiled child: "Mom, next time you have to let me finish, otherwise I won't let you go out! "Okay, I owe you in my previous life. "…She scolded me gently for a few words and agreed. I wrapped myself in a bath towel and followed my mother. My penis, which had not been drained, was kept standing high, making my lower body wrapped in the bath towel look like a protruding triangular cone! I remembered the words of Tang Sanzang in "A Chinese Odyssey" "It's raining, hurry up and put in the clothes! ", I couldn't help but laugh and was happy that I could make it. Mom was not in the same mood as me. She went upstairs to see Dad and came down for a long time. I got dressed in the bedroom, and Mom had gone into the kitchen to make me a midnight snack. I walked over, hugged her waist and said, "Mom, it was a close call just now, we were almost discovered by Dad! "Mom turned around and flicked my head with her finger: "You, you have done something wrong and now you are trying to please your mother. Mom is not a 17 or 18 year old girl who can be coaxed by your sweet words! ”

I said, "Mom, I know I was too impulsive and didn't care about the occasion. I won't dare to do it again next time!" Mom smiled and said, "Little brat, I'll forgive you for now, and we'll settle it together next time!" I said, "Then you must remember what you promised to let me do next time!" "Ha, you deserve a beating. You get the advantage but you keep asking for it. Mom will also beat you!"... I hugged my mother's waist tightly, raindrops hit the ground outside, fresh air drifted into my nostrils, and I was wandering in "the rainy night in summer when my mother and I had the first time"... That was when I was twelve and almost thirteen years old, and our family had moved back to the city where our household registration was located. My mother taught at the No. 1 Middle School in the town, and we lived in the school teachers' building. My father was transferred to work in the Shenyang Military Region, and he usually spent even less time at home. My mother and I sleep together almost every day as before. I still like to sleep with my mother's breasts and body in my arms. This habit is natural. My mother doesn't think there is anything wrong with me growing up. This kind of intimacy of snuggling and comforting each other is very normal for us mother and son. Occasionally, when she is happy, my mother will whisper to me like she did when we were children. Therefore, the game of hugging and kissing for a long time at the head of the bed or on the sofa is our way to relive the years of mother-son tenderness. Because of the close relationship between mother and son, sleeping in the same bed, and my mother bathing me or taking a bath together are almost inevitable in our mother-son relationship.

Falling asleep close to my mother, I feel that her arms are the warmest and most comfortable place in the world. Her meticulous care and adequate nutrition have made me develop rapidly, and my vague sexual consciousness has begun to sprout. Without the threat of a strong competitor (my father), I began to observe my mother's body and her every move intentionally or unintentionally. In my eyes, everything about my mother is so perfect. While taking a bath, I watched my mother taking off her inner and outer clothes one by one. In particular, the sudden and fascinating sight of her taking off her bra with her hands behind her back and sliding her panties down her thighs captured my attention. The full, round breasts are lifted by the elastic pectoral muscles, the sparse, light-colored pubic hair exposes the bright flesh of the vagina, the firm and smooth belly is self-contained, and the curves of a mature woman are in full view... My penis, which has not yet fully developed, is often in a semi-hard state at this time. When my mother sees me staring at her body, she will laugh at me and say, "Are you ashamed!" or knock on my head twice, and then gently prepare the water and adjust it to the appropriate temperature. Every movement of hers is light and charming. After the water is ready, she will smile and call me over, and soak in the pool together. We, mother and son, will play warmly in the bathhouse, with tickling laughter from time to time... I asked my mother if she would feel anything when we grabbed her breasts and kissed in the bathtub, on the sofa, and on the bed before anything sexual happened. She hit me hard and said, "You are so annoying. Don't tease your mother!" Later, she admitted that in addition to maternal love, she also felt a certain strange comfort, but she never thought about it too much (she would give you a lot of happiness without thinking too much about her own happiness, or your happiness is her greatest happiness - this is the inevitable nature of a virtuous woman or a good wife and mother! With such a woman, you will have the pride and satisfaction as a man. Before you conquer her body, her heart has been completely conquered by you. You have fun on her body, and she will absorb your impulses and irritability like a sponge).

The room my mother was assigned was in the middle of the third floor of the teachers' compound. It was about 50 to 60 square meters and consisted of a small bedroom, a small living room (the largest piece of furniture in the room was a piano), a small kitchen and a bathroom. The balcony, which is less than one meter wide, overlooks the student dormitory building. There is a student-style bunk bed behind the bedroom where my mother and I sleep, and a small corridor. Under the windowsill is a desk that we share. In front of the desk is a chair that is just wide enough for my mother and I to sit close together. Although the room is simple, my mother has decorated it in a quiet and simple way. On the top of the lower bunk (the upper bunk was originally reserved for me to sleep on, but most of the time I like to squeeze into the lower bunk with my mother. My mother also thinks she will sleep more soundly if she holds me in her arms, because she has been used to this since I was a child), there are small decorations woven by my mother herself hanging, and there are colorful origami and copper bells on the windows and doors. When the wind blows past the window, the sound will ring distantly, like an ancient landscape, elegant and clean without losing solemnity.

When I smell it carefully, the whole room is filled with my mother's sweet feminine fragrance, which can cheer me up even though I am the only male owner of this small bedroom and my study effect is remarkable. Especially at night when I was reading, my mother would make a cup of hot oatmeal. The strong oatmeal aroma and milky white liquid would remain on her lips and teeth. My mother would look at me with maternal love while she leaned over. After I finished drinking, I would kiss her mouth with my oatmeal-covered mouth, or act coquettishly on her body and play with her breasts. The intimate laughter of mother and son and I would respond warmly to her hug or push her down on the bed to play with her when she hugged me. These would always comfort me on those lost nights. The feeling of mother and son relying on each other will be unforgettable for me!

Outside, raindrops were hitting the ground with crackling sounds. I hugged my mother's waist tightly, and my palms felt the warmth of her smooth abdomen under her pink silk pajamas. My mother's full breasts, fully outlined by her pajamas, rose and fell with her breathing, and steam slowly rose from the noodle soup in the pot. The noodles were as yellow as my mother's smooth and slender thighs, and each strand was clearly visible, which aroused my appetite. A drop of water, I don't know if it was rain or my saliva, suddenly fell and bounced onto the half of my mother's breast that was exposed from her clothes, and slid down along her cleavage. My mother screamed, "Ah!" and said, "Go close the window, the rain splashed on me." I said, "Mom, it's not rain, I think it's my saliva! I'm starving if you don't cook it well." In fact, food, sex and nature are also part of our nature. My chin rested on my mother's fragrant shoulder, and a few inches below my eyes I could see the cleavage of my mother's round and firm breasts. The aroma of food from the pot below gave me a double satisfaction, both visually and psychologically. My penis, which had not been released not long ago, immediately stood up again and pressed against my mother's buttocks and back. My mother’s sensitive skin noticed it immediately, her face turned red and she said: Go close the window quickly and wait for the soup to be ready! I gently pulled aside the hair from my mother's ear and raised my tongue to lick from the earlobe to the tip of the ear. My mother pushed my waist down and said, "Stop it!"

"Mom, that must be saliva, not rain water!" As I said this, I put my hand around my mother's shoulders, pulled open the edge of her pajamas, and reached down along the water mark to touch and grab one of her breasts, while my mouth kept kissing and licking her ear canals and cheeks. I gasped and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful that my saliva is dripping!" At the same time, the other hand on my mother's lower abdomen lifted the corner of her pajamas and touched her panties and pressed her body towards me so that I could rub my hard penis up and down to attack her butt crack... Mom understood that I didn't release any orgasm at all when I was inserting her anus in the bathtub, and it would be very uncomfortable to suddenly stop at the climax, especially for men, so she didn't do much to stop my actions, just twisted her waist twice and said, "Be quiet, don't disturb your dad..." She turned down the gas stove, then covered the noodle soup in the pot with a lid, and with one hand pressed my hand that was reaching in through her panties, and with the other hand grabbed my hand that was grabbing her breast through the support of her pajamas to help me adjust the strength and direction of the squeeze, and a soft moan like the fragrance of orchids came from her mouth. My palms and fingers in my mother's panties continued to explore deeper along that mysterious crack, and soon some crystal liquid was secreted there, which meant a woman's submission to a male's caress. Our breaths became heavier, and my mother twisted her increasingly soft body, even holding on to the edge of the kitchen sink for support.

The feminine scent of my mother stimulates my primitive male desires, and the word "mating" seems to be all I need now. I used my palm to spread my mother's panties to one side of her buttocks, squatted down and rubbed it, and inserted it into her vagina with a "swoosh". My mother's flesh wall seemed to generate a suction force as if air was discharged, and the glans was covered and sucked - I heard that there are four types of women: one is as naturally tight as a virgin, and can fit firmly and grasp the inserted things; one is loose enough to fit a big buffalo, and can allow a third leg to be inserted at the same time; one can only feel obvious movement from the inside when orgasm comes, so she can accurately judge whether a man can satisfy her; the last type, like a water pump, will suck things out continuously once it starts, and is the type that can make men feel the most and can also make men surrender the most... These words come from a classmate of mine. My mother belongs to the fifth type. The smooth muscle lines of her vagina make the entire perineum bulge and tighten at the abdomen, so that there is a longer force distance and can withstand greater impact force; her pubic hair is light in color and sparse, so that she can better allow the penis to press close to her peach-like labia, with greater internal suction force; the restraining muscles of the vaginal opening are very elastic, and the short cervix allows the uterine opening to swallow the four edges of the inserted front end of the glans like a plump little mouth, and the most important thing is that when the glans eye is sucked by the uterine opening, it is like a tiny straw that drills into it to suck out all the essence of your body... There is a saying to describe my mother's lower body that my father and my mother said when they were having sex.

Three years ago, my father was promoted to the commander of a regiment in the military region and the family moved to the city. My mother specially bought a set of sexy lingerie. The black pantyhose and lace lingerie made my mother even more radiant that night. They all drank a lot of red wine and used a high-definition video recorder to record the whole process that night. I secretly watched it. In the film, Dad ripped off Mom's fig leaf like a beast. The wonderful foreplay lasted for more than an hour, followed by fierce intercourse. Dad almost ejaculated less than ten minutes into the intercourse. He pulled it out and smeared aphrodisiac oil on it (at that time, Dad still led the troops himself, running at least 10 kilometers a day, and his belly was not as protruding as it is now. In the picture, his muscles were clearly defined, strong and powerful, no less powerful than a young man in his 20s. He said that only Mom was a woman who could make him rush into battle and lose in a hurry. Mom twisted his ears hard: "So you have touched other women?" Dad could only smile foolishly), and then they changed various postures and did it for more than half an hour. When he entered from behind and sent the thick love juice into Mom's uterus, which brought him infinite satisfaction, Dad uttered his famous saying about Mom's lower body, which was even more obscene than my "riding Mom's man". He commented on Mom's lower body like this: "Rod semen suction machine"!

Yes, I was now penetrating Mom's ass from behind, experiencing firsthand the way Mom's vagina was pumping, grabbing, sucking and swallowing my penis, and thus fully understood Dad's bold words. I was a little jealous of their perfect sexual experience, which was probably the most mind-blowing couple sex they had ever had in their relationship. I watched it many times, and even subconsciously regarded this movie as "The Godfather" of the sex world, using it to teach me the skills of how to fish in troubled waters (water refers to milk, saliva, and wetness from the genitals. Fish refers to water fish, the slippery body of a woman, or mother...).

I took my hand out of my mother's panties and lifted one of her thighs, but I couldn't hold it for long because my hand was sore. My mother hooked the small stool she sat on when picking vegetables in the kitchen with her legs and placed her lifted leg on it. This not only stretched her lower body to allow my penis to get closer to her buttocks and penetrate deeper, but also freed my hands to caress other parts of my mother's body! I loosened my pace and sped up the movements. The frequency of my testicles whipping my mother's buttocks increased from about once per second to three or four times per second. My mother, who had been moving her hips to match my movements, could not keep up with the rhythm, and her voluptuous body had to allow me to hit her all the way. The sound of the collision and the crackling of raindrops hitting the ground outside mixed together, making people not know where they are, and it doesn’t matter whether it is heaven or hell... The first time my mother and I were in perfect harmony between heaven and hell, it was a rainy summer night like tonight. That night was a Sunday. As usual, my mother and I finished our bath early. Since it was raining heavily and we had nowhere to go, we just chatted in the bedroom - actually, my mother was telling stories and I was just listening. A breeze came from the small fan on the chair. We lay on our sides. Mom was wearing a pair of briefs and a white short-sleeved shirt with cotton shoulder straps. It was a hot summer night and she didn't wear a bra. I was wearing a pair of thin shorts. I put one arm around my mother's waist, touched her breasts with the other hand, and placed one leg on my mother's thigh, crossed at one point. When my mother stroked my head and spoke, the air sprayed on my hair, which made me feel itchy. I lay on my mother's chest, listening to her heartbeat, and fell asleep in the haze accompanied by the summer rain... I felt so safe and relaxed in my heart. I don't know how long it was before I felt my mother kiss my forehead, and then she turned over, turned off the lights, lay down beside me and hugged me. When my mother turned over, her breasts slipped away from my grasp. In the dark, I moved my mouth and put my hands under her thin shirt to grab her breasts again... Before I knew it, my mother's plump thighs were lightly resting on my lower body. The body of a 12-year-old boy is less restrained, more sensitive, and more relaxed in the dark dreams, and will quickly react to all mysteries on the body surface. Although it was not the first time that my erection rubbed against my mother's body (I even accidentally touched my mother's vagina when we were taking a shower, and my mother saw my erect penis and just smiled and called me "shameful"), but this time it was particularly intense and pleasurable. Almost instantly it stood up and pressed against the root of my mother's thigh, which was extremely comfortable. My testicles and my mother's thighs stuck together in a slight sweat, and I felt a sense of oppression, so I moved my body. The glans covered by the underdeveloped foreskin was rubbed by the inside of my mother's thigh, which caused a kind of pain and itchiness, and I let out a "hmm" in a daze. My half-asleep mother thought I was bitten by a mosquito, so she fanned me a few times with a fan, then got up and lit a mosquito coil. Without turning on the lights, I saw the flame of the lighter light up in the darkness. Under the orange-yellow flame, the first thing that caught my eye was my mother's squatting calves. Her bare white feet and her skin from bottom to top were as delicate as a baby's. Her short-sleeved cotton underwear revealed most of her round buttocks because of the squatting posture. Her panties were stuck to her butt crack, fully reflecting the mature beauty of the young woman. Her slender waist also showed off her curves. Her breasts wrapped in thin clothes showed a beautiful cleavage, and her nipples as big as peanuts were dotted on the front of her breasts. Her light red lips and her natural and beautiful feminine temperament without any makeup made her simply the goddess in my mind... My mother lit the mosquito coils and got on the bed. I turned over and fell asleep in the fragrance of that woman... In a trance, I dreamed that I was lying on a thick cloud. The clouds were pure white, and each bulge looked like the breast of a young girl that had never been touched. I was playing with beautiful angelic butterflies in the clouds, running to chase "them", and my feet suddenly sank into the clouds until they surrounded my waist, which produced a cool feeling, and I moved my lower body to experience this feeling, but it suddenly surged over my body and kissed every inch of my body. I was so happy that I couldn't stop rushing towards a colorful cloud, hugging it and holding it tightly in my arms, or rolling, crawling, and kissing it... Suddenly, an indescribable pleasure enveloped my body and mind, and I lowered my head and took a closer look, and found that the colorful cloud was made up of countless angel butterflies that I was chasing. One of the most beautiful butterflies flew to my lower body, flapped its colorful wings, and sprinkled pollen on my genitals... Oh my God, other butterflies stuck to me and flew all over the sky with me, flying higher and higher. "They" formed a butterfly cloud in the sky, and the butterfly cloud finally turned into the shape of my mother. My penis was inserted between my mother's legs formed by the butterfly cloud, and my bladder felt a strong urge to urinate... "Oh!" I screamed and my penis twitched a few times and suddenly woke up. I saw that my whole body was lying on my mother, my hands grabbing her breasts, and subconsciously moving my fingers to pinch her nipples a few times. I could clearly feel my mother's wet lower body sticking to the waistband of my shorts. My mother also woke up at this time. She turned on the light and saw that her chest was wet with my saliva. Her thighs, underwear and lower abdomen were also wet and sticky. It was my semen - I had a nocturnal emission for the first time, and I got a mysterious happiness from the adult world just because I dreamed about my mother's butterfly cloud. My mother touched the liquid on her thigh with her fingers, looked at the wet mark of my penis in my shorts, and her face turned red. She looked at me, then immediately looked away. I was very nervous and a little scared. I thought I didn't know what my mom would say if I still wet the bed at this age. But this feeling of wetting the bed was different from the past. It was very intoxicating and pleasurable. I wanted to try it again! I looked at my mother's wet panties, which showed the bun shape of her vagina and even the deep slit. I asked cautiously and tremblingly, "Mom, I wet your clothes." My mother only said "yeah" in response, and then she said, "Come, let me help you clean it."

My mother got up first and ran the water in the bathroom before calling me in. This time she didn't call me to take a shower in the same tone as usual. She kept speaking in a low voice and her eyes looked a little strange. I said, "Mom, why did I wet the bed? Am I sick?" She said, "It's okay, it's like this when you grow up!" "Will you wet the bed every month when you grow up? Aunt Du said women wet the bed every month too!" Aunt Du was a widow. She had a son who was studying in another city and lived alone. At that time, I often went to her house to play the "Contra" game that her son left at home. My mother said, "Don't go to Aunt Du's house anymore. You're such a frivolous woman!" "Mom, you come and wash too!" I touched my mother's breasts and she actually avoided it. This was a rare situation and I was a little dissatisfied. My mother helped me wipe my body, but didn't wipe my genitals. She said in a voice as low as a mosquito: Wash it yourself. In the past, my mother always bathed me naturally and unrestrainedly. What happened now? I didn’t understand at the time and insisted that my mother bathe me stubbornly. My mother had to use a towel to clean my penis, but she didn't look me in the eye. My penis became erect again when my mother touched it with her soft hand. She retracted her hand as if stung by a thorn. It took a while until I called her a few times before she reacted and continued to help me clean it. "Xiaolong, you're an adult now. You have to learn to take a bath by yourself, okay?" After mom helped me wash, she went in to wash herself. She washed for a long time, and I fell asleep while waiting. I couldn't remember when mom went to bed, and when I woke up in the morning, she was busy in the kitchen... "Xiaolong, stop. Mom will turn off the gas first, the noodle soup is almost dry!" My hands left mom's breasts, lifted the edge of her panties from behind her buttocks, inserted my fingers to push it open, and placed my palms on her buttocks. While I was holding my mother's waist with my other hand and thrusting happily, I refused to relax my attack on her at all. She even asked me to stop for a while, but I ignored her. As I was fucking her, I moved my mother's body slightly to the edge of the sink, asked her to bend down with her upper body and spread her legs, and used my pelvis to steady her buttocks. I put my hands through her pajamas to cover her breasts, and indulged my male hormones in her body. My mother absorbed all my desires like a fragrant sponge, and I took a deep breath of the mature feminine scent lingering on her body. Mother's moans revealed a hint of maternal love. It was the maternal love and pampering for her son that made her devote herself to enduring all my powerful and rough whipping and caressing! "Mom, I want to fill this hole!" Mom moaned softly at the rhythm of my thrusting, my aggressive words, and the force of my lower abdomen hitting her butt. Steam and a burning smell began to come out of the lid of the pot of noodle soup. I thrust my penis forward and backward at a rapid speed. My mother's vagina contracted rapidly and regularly, and the opening of her uterus kept sucking, blowing, grinding, swallowing, licking and kneading my glans. At this moment, my father's term "cock pumping machine" came to my mind again. If you have not experienced it yourself, you simply cannot describe this paradise that cannot be described in words... I experienced it, "Mom!" I roared, and then let the explosive spurting semen cover my mother's uterus without leaving any left. I kept it in for a long time and was unwilling to separate until the last drop of essence was sucked out of the body. I lay powerlessly on my mother's buttocks, breathing with infinite satisfaction... My mother admitted that when I ejaculated in her body for the first time, her sexual string that had not been activated for a long time was plucked. After all, people are made of flesh, not wood. My masculine scent close to her awakened her instinctive desire, and she realized for the first time that her son was also a man. My intimate behavior towards her after that night clearly made her feel that it was the behavior of a male courting a female (in fact, we have always been this intimate, but she did not treat her son as an adult). And I began to understand a little bit about the wonders of men and women, especially after a classmate secretly took me to a small, dim video room on Sunday to watch pornographic tapes. So although my mother and I still sleep in the same bed, we no longer act naughty like before. We have begun to avoid each other's privacy, sleep on our sides, and no longer take a bath together without any consideration. Often, my mother helps me take a bath and then she takes a bath herself... But how is it possible for a mother and son to live in a small room and not pay any attention to each other's bodies? When my mother changes her underwear or reaches out to get clothes after taking a bath, I can see pieces of her body. The restlessness of my adolescence always instigated and encouraged me to pursue the joy of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. I always tried to touch my mother's breasts intentionally or unintentionally. When I slept on my side in the bed, I was always seduced by my mother's mature femininity and fantasized about the pinnacle of another extreme world - the perfect curves of a young woman were a fatal temptation and irresistible beauty to a young man.

I finally couldn't help it and secretly stroked my mother's butt and touched her breasts while she was sleeping. I learned how to masturbate from watching pornographic films in the video hall. I got a small flashlight (its illumination range was very small and would not disturb my mother's sleep) and spread my mother's buttocks apart and unhooked her panties to illuminate her buttock crack. Being close to my mother's symmetrical labia and flesh-colored anus gave me indescribable strong stimulation. At the beginning, I almost watched them and stroking my penis would ejaculate in less than ten seconds. Then I hurriedly cleaned up any traces of her underwear and sheets to prevent my mother from finding out... Later, these could no longer satisfy me. I learned to rub my mother's buttock groove with my penis, prick her plump labia with the glans, and grab her breasts through her bra. However, these movements were very light and I did it very carefully, almost stopping at the slightest touch. My mother has been very familiar with my body since she was a child and would not feel anything unusual. Instead, she breathes steadily and sleeps soundly.

It was just that one time I thought my mom found out, and although she didn’t say anything, I didn’t dare do that again for several days. During that class, my classmates brought several comic books called "Big Brother Gangster". In the comics, every woman had big breasts and a fat butt, and was pretty. The protagonist sucked, licked, bit and grabbed the women in front of him, and their breasts, clitoris and tongues were all submissive under his big penis... I imagined myself as the male protagonist and my mother as the female protagonist - my mother was no worse than those women in the comics, but very real. I was so obsessed with my sexual fantasies that I had forgotten what the teacher was talking about. At night, I thought of the images in the comics again, and my penis quickly became hard. My mother's femininity made me suffer every moment. She finally fell asleep, and I hurriedly took advantage of my mother's body.

I put my nose into her ass and took a deep breath. It felt so good! My mother moved her body. Maybe the airflow from my spray on her butt made her feel a little itchy. She scratched it with her hand. I was so scared that I didn't dare to move for a long time. The feeling of sperm filling my testicles gave me courage again and I hugged my goddess. I took off my pants and hung them on the chair, rubbing my mother's vagina and grabbing her breasts through her panties and underwear. Cartoon scenes replayed in my mind like a movie, and my pleasure became more and more intense. I groped my mother's body in a daze, forgetting the weight... Finally, I couldn't help but slowly and carefully take off my mother's panties with trembling hands. The night gave me great strength to burst out courage that I had never had before, and to realize the fantasy I had always dreamed of! My mother was lying on her side, and I had one leg straddling her hips. My erect penis was tightly attached to my mother's labia, and the glans was shallowly inserted into the hole. I put my hands under her bra and gripped my mother's breasts like I did when we were children... "Oh!" I moved my lower body passionately, and for the first time my mother's buttocks made slapping sounds. "Just like when my mother spanked me, I am also spanking my mother's buttocks now." This idea of ​​taking the initiative made me intoxicated, so every moment the "whip" hit the flesh and sank into the flesh, the owner of the "whip" was extremely happy.

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