A handsome young man and a beautiful mother (adult novel adapted from anime)

I am thirty-three years old this year. When I was a child, I never had any evil thoughts about her. Many people think that when sons grow up they will have fantasies about their mothers, but I don’t.

But I have a strong sexual interest, maybe because I’ve grown up. I’ve had a girlfriend since I was sixteen, and sex is a big thing in my life. I have been like this since I was young and I haven't changed since then.

Let me talk about my mother. She is 55 years old and my father is 59 this year. After retirement, they live a quiet life. My father likes to stay at home, sometimes with friends.

Mom is always by his side, and she does whatever Dad says. In the eyes of the world, they are a good couple. It's not false, but I later realized that at my age, my mother still wants to get more things and make her life more exciting.

What she wanted, she found in me.

I still don't understand how she managed to hide this side of herself so well for all these years. She told me that she had never had an affair and I was the third man she had slept with.

Yes, I sleep with my mom, and it happens often. Apart from me, she had a relationship before she got married, and then she married my dad, that's it.

She told me her sex life used to be good. After giving birth to me and my brother, she was quite satisfied. But in the last ten or eight years, sex life has become dull and monotonous, and it only happens occasionally.

In comparison, the sex life between us mother and son is amazing! This is not me bragging, this is what she said. She also told me that since starting this relationship with me, she felt more open and confident than before, and enjoyed every minute of her life. If a woman is nourished by love and has a happy sex life, you can see it on her face. My mother always has a sweet smile on her face, which makes people know that she is a happy woman.

My mother is 170 cm tall and is neither fat nor thin. She is obsessed with bodybuilding and slimming, and she has maintained a pretty good figure. I can't think of the right words to describe her figure, but if you have seen her body, you will understand that my mother is really great.

She has blonde hair (not dyed, just natural), straight and long to her shoulders. Her breasts are simply "wonderful" (Hong Kong slang for wonderful). The two breasts are round and big, and droop slightly naturally. The two arms and legs are smooth, with delicate and white skin.

The buttocks are round and round.
Occasionally, when she bends down and squats, she will expose herself a little, and your soul will be drawn into her panties through this small gap. A kitten has two thick labia. She is not a girl anymore, so she can be as tight as you want. There should be golden pubic hair on the mons pubis.

Forgot to mention, she has a cute face and a big mouth. She has many strengths, which can only be appreciated when she takes off all her clothes. Don't misunderstand that she is a bold woman. She is an out-and-out housewife. Normally, she will not be noticeable when she walks by you on the street. She is just an ordinary lady. But once you get her into bed, it's a whole different experience.

She is both virtuous and wild, and she is willing!

2. First visit to Wushan

This is how our first time started... There was no premeditation at the time, not by me and not by my mom. I never had any improper thoughts about her before, I swear.
I never thought that I could turn my mother into my sexual partner. And that day, we finally went to Wushan together, and had a really wonderful time with her. It was because I was thick-skinned and courageous enough, and I would seize the opportunity as soon as I got it, and I would get the benefits if I persisted to the end! That started in early September 2003.

Those were Wednesdays and Thursdays, when I went home to eat and visit my parents. My dad asked me to accompany my mom to a wedding on Saturday.

My cousin is getting married and my mother wants to attend the wedding, but my father doesn't go as usual because he is afraid of socializing and would rather stay at home. My aunt and uncle's house is far away, and it takes a whole day to drive there.

Normally, I wouldn't be so filial as to serve. Unfortunately, I broke up and my girlfriend hasn't been around for two weeks. I wanted to go to another city to relax. I thought that if I could take a break halfway, get a room in a hotel, and if I'm lucky I could pick up a girl, then I wouldn't have to sleep alone.

I agreed immediately and started my journey. In fact, I could reach the destination in one day, but I was afraid that I would be too tired when I arrived for the meeting on the same day. So, we decided to set off at noon on Friday, planned to drive until the afternoon, find a hotel to stay overnight, and then travel leisurely the next day.
It was a clear, sunny and hot day, and all we talked about on the way was the wedding. My mother told me that I was already at the age to get married and should have thought about it a long time ago. I told her not to think about it for now. Around seven in the afternoon, I told her that I was tired and couldn't drive anymore, and asked her to look out for hotels along the way. Five minutes later we saw the first hotel parked there.

It was a small hotel and the man behind the counter said there were two rooms, one with a double bed and a triple room with three single beds. I wanted to take both rooms, but my mother said I wanted the one with three single beds. She said why pay for two rooms, all we needed was one bed to sleep in.

She went to take a shower first, and I paid the bill and followed her into the room with my luggage. I also took a shower, and the two of us went to a nearby restaurant for dinner and drank a bottle of wine.

None of us were drunk, but the wine helped us relax. The journey made us tired, so around nine o'clock we returned to the room and I sat on the bed. My bed was close to the closet, where I put all my luggage. Mom walked over to the closet, approached me, and got a nightgown from the suitcase, unbuttoning her shirt. She also wore a skirt and sandals.
Although it was common for us to see each other in underwear at home since we were young, I had never seen my mother naked.

Back to the topic, Mom took off her shirt but not her bra. I didn't want to stare at her breasts, so I turned around and took off my shoes. After taking off her socks, my mother came to me, still wearing her bra, and asked me to scratch her back. Following her instructions, I tickled her itchy spots and heard her moan with enjoyment. Seeing that she was enjoying it so much, I said to her, Mom, sit down, sit here, I know what you need. I sat on the bed and massaged her back.

At this moment, this woman who was right in front of me and not within my consideration suddenly connected with her. My eyes lit up. The mother in front of me, who was wearing very little, only a bra and panties (neither of them were sexy or seductive), turned out to be a very attractive woman.

I never thought of her that way before. Her golden hair brushing against my arms, her soft moans, her body fragrance, her smooth skin, and that black lace bra and panties, all made my cock hard on the spot. The thought that I could do that with her flashed through my mind and I almost came.

You would imagine that I would pounce on her immediately and make love to her. I didn't do that. At that moment, I did nothing, it was not sex, it was rape. I continued massaging her as if nothing had happened, as if I had no evil intentions, stroking her neck and her bare back above her shoulders, until she said to me, "That's enough, thank you."

I remember when I was little, and I was with her, she would put on her nightgown in front of me, and then with a woman's deft gestures, take off her bra underneath the nightgown.

I thought she would put on her nightgown and take off her bra in this way, but she asked me to unhook her bra for her, saying that she was too tired and didn't want to do it herself. I obeyed and untied her. She stood up and used both hands to hold the bra in place on her breasts to prevent it from falling off. She ran to the corner of the closet where there was a chair with her nightgown draped over the back of the chair.

I thought she would pick up her robe and go into the bathroom to change. But she had her back to me and was taking off her bra right there. Just as she was about to put on her robe, I spoke.

I don't know where I got the courage to say these words. Maybe it's because I haven't thought about them at all that they just came out of my mouth. The words came to my mind naturally. I was mesmerized by her beautiful figure. Her every move had a hypnotic effect. I couldn't help but say to her, "Mom! Don't wear a nightgown."

She heard it, stood there blankly for a moment, holding her nightgown, and asked me what I had just said to her.

She still had her back to me, and I could only see her bare back and the outline of her breasts, but not her expression. I think we should take advantage of this opportunity and make a move, otherwise it will be too late to regret it when the chance passes. I walked over to her and whispered in her ear in a very calm tone: "Mom, turn around and face me. I want to see your breasts."

She was stunned and could not speak for a long time. When she spoke, her voice was trembling: "Jimmy, I'm your mother! Why would you do that?"

"Don't you trust me?" I said.

"Of course I trust you. But I don't understand why you want me to do this," she said.

"I don't know either. I just want to take a look at your body. Is that okay?" I told her.

She stood there for a few seconds, but it seemed like centuries to me. Then, she turned around slowly. She stood there, looking embarrassed, with her hands covering her breasts.

I sat on the bed and waved to her to come over and waited for her. After a little hesitation, she came over and stood in front of me.

I asked her to move her hands away. After waiting for a while, she moved her hands slightly away, and her charming nipples and areolas appeared between her fingers. It was there that I saw her breasts for the first time, towering and majestic, in full view.

Her breasts were round and big, full of milk. Although she was 55 years old, her breasts were beautiful. They were a pair of breasts full of maternal love, different from the firm and young breasts of my girlfriends.

I wanted to touch it immediately, but I was afraid that it would scare my mother, so I raised my hand and moved it slowly to let her know that I wanted to touch her.

My fingers circled her areola but did not touch her nipple. Her whole body was trembling, but she still stood there motionless, her eyes looking up to the sky, not looking at me or the hand that was touching her.

"Don't be afraid." I said, gently grabbing her hands that were covering her breasts, and moving them away completely, allowing my hands to guard those sacred peaks for her.

I didn't cover her breasts or anything, I just caressed them, very gently and slowly, and then I touched her nipples, and they were already erect, just like other women's.

I don't know what to do next. To be more precise, I don't know how far my mom would let me go. But I know that what I wanted to do most at that time was to suck my mother's nipples!

I spoke to my mother in a calm tone, asked her to sit down, and then waited quietly for her reaction. She listened to me, sat down next to me, and her hands unconsciously covered her breasts. I told her that she'd better lie down on the bed and not cover her breasts because I had already seen them. At this time, she turned her head and looked at me, our eyes met. She didn't say anything, but looked at me with a little confusion.

I waited for her to speak, imagining that she wanted to say something to me, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she did what I said. She took off her sandals and lay on the bed. I don't know why I had this idea: if she took off her shoes before going to bed, I would have hope. What are my hopes? Admiring your mother's naked body? Have sex with mom?

I leaned over close to her, covered her breasts with my hands and began to caress them, her nipples pressing firmly against my palms. She looked at me straight, her eyes meeting mine without dodging. When a woman is looked at like this in bed, she will usually avoid my eyes or close them. But my mother stared at me intently, so I lay down next to her.

However, it was still a little awkward to sleep in the same bed with my mother. I didn't know what to do next, so I let nature take over. My mouth found her nipple and began to suck on it, while I pinched the other nipple with my fingers.

She moaned, not screaming, but just humming softly, so sensual and very erotic. After caressing for a while, he moved his hand to the neighboring nipple, rubbing and twisting it. Mom's sighs became heavier and heavier. She put her hand on my head and stroked my hair with her fingers.

In silence, I sucked her nipples and she stroked my hair for a long time. Her tears dripped on my face, and then I realized that she was crying.
I didn't say anything, for fear of saying something wrong. I first unzipped my pants because my cock was so hard that I couldn't bear it anymore. Then I kissed my mother from her breasts to her face.

I wiped away her tears, caressed her face, and gently pecked every inch of her skin. When I kissed her lips, she shuddered. I kissed her gently, but when I tried to put the tip of my penis into her mouth, she missed my face.

I didn't force my tongue in there. I turned around and kissed her cheek again. Since I've been lying in bed with my mother, my hands have never left her breasts. I've been pinching and caressing them in turn. Her reaction was the same as other women's, her nipples became full and erect.

I leaned close to her ear and whispered to her, "Mom, you are beautiful."
She didn't answer. I said, "Mom, I want you. I want you so much."

I spoke gently and kindly, afraid to offend her. She turned her head, pushed my hand away, faced me, and said to me, "That's enough, that's enough!"

“We’re just getting started,” I said.

"We can't go down anymore," she said.

"No! Mom, I can't stop."

"No, this is not right. Let's just stop here, okay? It's time to go to bed." As she spoke, tears fell down her face again.

I kissed her and she turned her head away, but I chased her and finally kissed her on the mouth.

"That's the last kiss, okay?" she said.

I said to her, "How can I sleep at this point? I know you don't want this to end, do you?"

My hand swam under her skirt and lifted her skirt inch by inch until it reached the intersection of her tightly closed thighs and I felt her panties. Without saying a word, I shoved my hand into her panties and started groping inside.

"Oh! No, Jimmy, don't touch me, don't touch that place," she said, trembling all over.

I didn't listen to her and put a finger into her "pussy".

OMG! Her little cunt was wet, like a flowing river. I was amazed. Considering my mother's age, other women would have applied lubricant long ago, but she was so wet. I inserted my middle finger into her and started to fuck my mother with my fingers.

She said no verbally, but her body betrayed her and surrendered to me without protest.
I turned over and got out of bed. This action surprised her and she asked me why I got out of bed.

I told my mother that I wanted to take off my clothes. In front of her, I took off my T-shirt, pants and underwear. My big cock bounced out and swayed in front of her eyes, but she looked away.

I didn't waste any time, I went back to bed and opened her thighs. When I tried to take off her panties, there was no resistance. She even lifted her buttocks slightly to help me, which boosted my courage.

I took off her panties and slowly admired the view of her pussy. It was covered with curly hair and it was obvious that it was rarely trimmed. Her hair was naturally golden yellow, and her golden pussy had not changed color due to age. My mother is truly a rare gem!

I lifted her thighs and put her feet on my shoulders. My mother's eyes were closed and her face was flushed.

I took a breath and pushed my abdomen forward. I aimed my big cock, my son's, at my mother's small pussy and fucked it in. After a few more thrusts, it was completely inserted into my mother's vagina.

At that time, I heard the sweet moans coming from my mother's throat, and I was completely captivated.

I wanted to have sex with her happily, but I didn't move rashly because she was my mother. I just fucked her with my cock, pinning her down, without moving.

I hugged her, stuck to her in her pussy, letting the wetness and warmth of her little pussy engulf me.

In an instant I saw a scene I had never seen before. Her whole body began to tremble and sway uncontrollably. She seemed to be unable to breathe, as if she was about to exhale her last breath.

I could tell it was a reaction to an orgasm, a situation I had never seen before, let alone tried and would never experience.

Seeing my mother under me, being fucked by my dick as her son, I made her come like this. Thinking of this, I couldn't hold it any longer and I ejaculated inside her vagina without any thrusting.

After we were done, I saw that she was covered in sweat, but her face was no longer tense and she looked relaxed.

Only then did I realize that my cock was still hard in her pussy, so I let go of her legs, pressed on top of her, and held her fingers tightly. I felt her breasts against my chest, her legs wrapped around me, trying to hold me there, keeping my cock inside her pussy, as deep as possible.

This intercourse position makes me feel comfortable, and I also understand that my mother likes it this way. So, I relied on the remaining hardness of my cock and pulled it out quickly. I felt my mother's pussy getting tighter and tighter, and was surprised at the excellent elasticity of her pussy. At this time, my mother put her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Don't stop, try harder."

I kissed her lips and looked for her tongue, and she kissed me back and spit out my tongue. We kissed each other passionately, finding a rhythm in lovemaking; we slowed down and fucked leisurely, enjoying every movement, making a sweet, beautiful love.

This was our second goal, and we should have enjoyed this wonderful moment more, but neither of us could hold on, and soon it became intense and crazy. Mom had continuous orgasms, and I also ejaculated continuously. We fell in each other's arms, and mom and son fell asleep in each other's arms.

How ironic! There are three beds in the triple room, but the two of us sleep on one single bed.

The next morning, when I woke up, my mother was not around. I found her in the hotel restaurant, eating breakfast alone. As soon as I saw the expression on her face, I knew something was wrong.

She said good morning and continued looking at her coffee cup. I didn't dare say much, so we left the hotel and set off again.

In the car, I couldn't help but speak.

"Mom, if you have anything to say, just speak out what's on your mind."

"We have nothing to say." She stopped there.

"What did you say? What we did..."

"Don't mention this again. We are both adults, we all have needs, we did it, we did it, but we won't do it again, understand? This is between the two of us, don't tell anyone else, promise me, don't mention this again."

I am speechless.

I never planned to have sex with Mom or have any bad intentions towards her. Just as Mom said, what happened has happened and there won't be a next time.

I have had many fleeting relationships, all of which were chance encounters, and we never had any contact or follow-up afterwards. I don't know whether I should call the experience of having sex with my mother a "flash in the pan relationship." Because she is my mother, after having sex with her, I still have to see her, which is more awkward than if we didn't know each other, and I even feel a little guilty.

However, I still yearn for this almost impossible relationship and am unwilling to let it end. I thought there would always be a sequel, right? I don’t know how it will happen, but I believe it will happen.

"Do you hear me? Promise me?" she interrupted my thoughts.

"Promise." What can I say? She is my mother. This was our last conversation. We were silent all the way until we arrived at my aunt's house at noon.

After arriving, my mother immediately changed her clothes and chatted happily with my aunt. We stayed at my aunt's house for a few hours and then went to the hotel to rest. My uncle arranged everything. My mother and I lived in separate rooms and only left when the wedding came.

After the wedding there was a banquet. I wasn’t in the mood to dance or pick up girls, so I stayed alone in my seat and never left. My mother danced with my uncle and other men, trying to look okay, and I kept my eyes on her the whole evening.

Once or twice our eyes met by chance, and I caught a glimpse of the extreme confusion and uneasiness on her face. What couldn’t be concealed was the look in her eyes as she looked at me from the bottom of her heart.

My mother said she was leaving before the dance was over. She told my uncle that she was tired from the journey and had to hurry home tomorrow.

When we got back to the hotel, she asked me when I would leave the next day, and I said in the morning. I went back to my room alone and tossed and turned the whole night, racking my brains to find an explanation for what had happened in the past two days.

The atmosphere was even worse the next day, as we were trapped in the carriage together all day. Suddenly, we didn't know how to get along with each other. We felt awkward and uncomfortable all over. Every time we wanted to speak, we couldn't say anything.

Finally we gave up and walked home in silence. It was a long journey and it was already seven in the evening when we got back to my parents' house. I dropped my mother off at the door and left. I didn't want to see my father.

3. Taste the marrow and know the taste

It turns out that it is not easy for a man and a woman to bury the sexual relationship in their hearts. Once it happens, there will be a second time, a third time...the same goes for my mom.

Since that Sunday night when I sent my mother home, we haven't met or talked since. Only twice did my father call me and ask if I wanted to go back for dinner. I found an excuse to push it away both times. I understand that my mother is embarrassed to see me again, so I don't want to force her or make things difficult for her. I also came to a conclusion; she is my mother, and it is unrealistic to fantasize about having sex with her.

An accidental incident can only be recalled but not repeated, but my mother's shadow has always been lingering in my mind. The next week, I decided not to think about her anymore and went out hunting for beauties to have fun.

Apart from having sex with my mother once, I haven't had sex with meat for a month. I've almost become an ascetic. I want to find a girlfriend as soon as possible. Once I have a girlfriend, I will forget about my mother quickly.

However, I was unlucky and didn’t find any that caught my eye.
Something unexpected happened! It was a weekend in the middle of the month, around one in the afternoon. I was bored and lying on the sofa in just my trousers, reading a newspaper.

The doorbell rang and I asked who it was? The person outside the door said, "It's me!"
I recognized my mother's voice immediately and took a deep breath before opening the door.

"Good morning!" she said.

"It's late. It's one in the afternoon."

"May I come inside?"

"Oh, of course." I stepped back slightly and moved aside. When she came in, she passed me by.

She came in, looked around, and said, "Isn't it bothering you?"

"I have nothing to do." I pretended to be lazy.

Her arrival was so unexpected that I was actually a little nervous. I used to be afraid that she would catch me sleeping with other girls, so that’s why I insisted on not having her come to my house.

I was nervous and my heart was beating faster, not because I felt guilty, but because I had a premonition that something was going to happen. I looked at her expression, the way she spoke and behaved, and from the smallest details I could tell that she was in a very good mood.

Another strange thing is that she came wearing a windbreaker even though there was no wind or rain on this hot day where even wearing a T-shirt would make you sweat. It was really strange.

When we entered the living room, I asked her to sit down but she refused and asked me to sit instead. I sat on the sofa, and she stood in front of me and asked me again: "Are you the only one home? No one else?"

"I told you, I'm the only one."

I knew something was going on, but I thought she just wanted to talk to me. She stood for a moment, looking down at the floor.

I waited for her to speak, and then she took off her coat, revealing a light summer dress. I saw the shape of her breasts where the fabric bulged, slightly sagging, with the two nipples barely visible beneath her shirt. The first and second buttons were not buttoned, revealing an unfathomable cleavage.

She was topless and not wearing a bra, so I couldn't see if she was wearing any underwear. Nowadays, seamless underwear is popular, allowing people to touch a woman's "bottom". Apart from that, she only wears a pair of sandals.

She looked me straight in the eye, locked eyes with me and said, "If you don't want me, just tell me to go away. But I thought you would enjoy taking my bra off, like you did last time."

"Mom, you wore one last time, but now you're not wearing a bra." I answered her seriously.

"Really? Oh, yes. Then, I want you to help me do something else." As she spoke, she began to pull up her skirt in an extremely seductive posture. Under the hem of her skirt, a pair of beautiful legs were slowly exposed.

However, the biggest surprise was yet to come. She gave me a lewd smile, then lifted up her skirt to let me see that she was not wearing any underwear. She had shaved all her pubic hair, turning into a "white tiger". Seeing my mother like this really surprised me and I was speechless.

She said, "I thought you liked me like this. Will this solve your problem?"
She pointed at my erect cock, which had already popped out of the crotch of my pants.

Her pointing made me feel extremely embarrassed and I immediately covered my face with my hands. It seemed that I was not the only one who wanted to have sex.

Mom kept pulling up her skirt so that her clean little pussy was at the same level as my eyes, allowing me to see it fully from the front without any obstruction. I waved to her and patted the seat next to me, and my mother sat next to me.

I reached out, put my hands around her waist, and hugged her. She leaned towards me, and I kissed her without saying a word. She responded immediately and kissed me back. We sucked each other mouth to mouth, and just when I was about to have a wet kiss with her, she pushed me away and said, "Wait."

What does she want to do? Regret again? I looked at her cluelessly. She smiled at me and said, "Son, if you want to have sex with me, come and fuck me now."

It was the first time I heard my mother say such a vulgar word as "fuck me". But I knew she was not joking, so I was so happy and excited that I took off my pants and got on immediately. Mom lifted up her skirt, opened her thighs, and let me lie on top of her, letting my big cock penetrate her wet pussy.

Her pussy was fine, still as wet as before, and I didn't need to tease her anymore, she was already burning with desire, so I just kept fucking her hard and didn't think about anything else.

I know that when having sex with my mother, I should be especially gentle and considerate, but she didn't seem to mind my impatience. She enjoyed it and enjoyed it more than me. She almost moaned.

Hearing the sound of our bodies touching each other, coupled with my mother's moans and screams, even I felt it was too lewd. I fucked hard for a while and couldn't hold it anymore, and shot my thick semen into my mother's little pussy. Believe it or not, she had two orgasms, she told me so.

After the climax, my cock was still inserted in my mother's pussy. I hugged her and was reluctant to pull out, enjoying the afterglow of sex. At this time, everyone needs to take a breather.

After resting, she said let's go to my bedroom, and I said of course.

I lifted up her soft body and held her in my arms. She saw my cock standing upright and pressing against her thigh, and she felt a little shy. Her dress was disheveled and she followed me into my bedroom without tidying it up. She told me to lie on the bed. I lay on the bed, my heart beating even faster, waiting for the show to begin.

My mother bent down, took off her sandals and skirt, and came to the bed naked. Her naked body was approaching me and I couldn't help looking at her.

Not only did she take off her clothes, but her pubic mound was smooth and hairless. I had never imagined that my mother's pussy would be hairless. That was the most naked face she had ever given me.

She got on the bed and took my cock in her hand, and I thought to myself, damn, don't jerk off for me, I'm going to stick it in your pussy. She touched it, kissed it, caressed my two testicles in her hands, and rubbed them up and down along the erection of my cock.