Between Mother and Son (adult novel adapted from anime)

My name is Jimmy, I am 33 years old and my mom is 55. It took me a long time to decide to write about our relationship.

Let me make it clear that I never had any evil thoughts about her when I was a child or a teenager. I know a lot of you think every kid has dirty thoughts about his mom when he grows up. I don't.

Really, I never peeped at her and never had any sexual thoughts about her underwear or other women's personal items. However, my "sexual interest" is very strong, perhaps too strong. I have had a girlfriend since I was sixteen, and sex is a big thing in my life. It was like this when I was young, and it has not changed now.

Speaking of my mother, she is still my father's wife. My father is fifty-nine this year and is retired. The two old people live a quiet life. Dad loves to stay at home, sometimes with his friends.

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My mother is always by his side. She has no opinions of her own and just does whatever my father 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 was able 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.

I think you'll know her better, so I'll mention two or three things she told me. She told me that her sex life used to be good. After giving birth to me and my brother, she was quite satisfied. In the past ten or eight years, my sex life has become dull and monotonous, and I only do it occasionally.

In comparison, the sex life with me is amazing! This is not me bragging, this is what she said. She also told me that since she started 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.

Well, let me tell you what my mom looks like. She is 170 cm tall, neither fat nor thin. She is obsessed with bodybuilding and slimming, and has maintained a pretty good figure. I can't think of the right words to describe her figure because my Chinese foundation is too poor. If you've ever seen her body, you'll know what I mean.

Sorry, you can't see it, only I can see it. You must envy me for having a very capable mother.

She has blonde hair (not dyed, 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 slightly drooping naturally. Both arms and legs were smooth and slippery, without any visible veins.

The buttocks are perfectly round, with a simple arc-shaped buttocks crack. Occasionally, when she bends down and squats, a little bit of her underwear is exposed, which will draw your soul 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 some unrestrained 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

Our first time started like this...

The situation was very bizarre and there was no premeditation. I don't, and neither does she. I never had any improper thoughts about her before, I swear. I am a normal man, too normal. I have never thought of turning my mother into my sexual partner? And that day, we finally went to Wushan together, and I had a really great time with her, because I was thick-skinned and brave enough. If you have an opportunity, seize it, and if you persist, you will reap the benefits! It 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 is going to the wedding. My dad usually doesn't go 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 would not be so filial as to serve. Unfortunately, I broke up and was without my girlfriend for two weeks, which broke the record. I know that at weddings, I will encounter some lonely and empty women who want to get married. Since we are going to another city, it would be nice to go out and relax. Since we had booked a room in the hotel, we thought that if we were lucky enough to pick up a girl, we wouldn't have to sleep alone.

I put these two things together and came up with a plan. I agreed immediately and started the journey. In fact, you can reach the destination in one day by walking. If you set out for the meeting on the same day, you will be too tired when you arrive. So, we decided to set off at noon on Friday, drive until the afternoon, and find a hotel to stay overnight.

It was a clear, sunny, and hot day. All we talked about on the way was the wedding. My mother even 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 sleepy 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 has a double bed and the other triple room has 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 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 together.

None of us were drunk, but the wine helped us relax. We were tired from the journey, and around nine o'clock we decided to go back to our room.

Back in the room, I sat on the bed. My bed is next to the closet and I keep all my luggage in there. Mom walked over to the closet, approached me, got a robe from the suitcase, and unbuttoned her shirt. She also wore a skirt and sandals. Here, I have to explain that since we were young at home, we were used to seeing each other in underwear, it was a normal thing, but I had never seen my mother naked.

Back to the point, she took off her shirt but not her bra (black). I didn't want to stare at her breasts, so I turned around and took off my shoes and socks. But 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, sit down, sit here, I know what you need. We sat on the bed and I 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 jump on her and make love to her right away. 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 bare back above the shoulders, until she thanked me and said to me, that's enough.

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 also use the same method to put on her nightgown and take off her bra, 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. I spoke just as she was about to put on her nightgown.

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 could not help but say to her, "Don't wear a nightgown."

She heard it and stood there blankly, holding her nightgown. After a moment, she 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 seize this opportunity and make a decisive move, otherwise the chance will be gone and we will regret it. I walked over to her, whispered in her ear, and said in a very calm voice, asking her to turn around and face me so that I could see her breasts.

She was stunned and could not speak for a long time. When she spoke, her voice trembled. Said, "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 waved to her to follow me. I sat on the bed, waiting for her. She hesitated for a moment, then 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. Right there, right in front of me, I saw her breasts for the first time in my life, towering and fully visible.

The breasts were round and big, full of milk. Remember, she is 55 years old, not a 28-year-old girl, so it is inevitable that her breasts are a little saggy.

But her breasts are extremely beautiful. If you ask me to describe the beauty of her breasts in one word, I would say that they are a pair of breasts full of maternal love, different from the firm and young breasts of my girlfriends.

I wanted to touch them immediately. I was afraid that if I touched her breasts like this, it would scare my mother, so I slowly raised my hand and moved it slowly to let her know that I wanted to touch her and would 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 daring to look at me or the hand that touched 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 I will do next. To be more precise, I don't know how far my mom would let me go. However, I know that the one thing I want to do most at the moment is to suck my mother's nipples!

I said to mom, "Sit on the bed." (Let me explain: it was not a request or an order. I just spoke to her in a calm tone, asked her to sit down, and then waited quietly for her response.) She heard what I said, sat down next to me, and covered her breasts with her hands awkwardly again. 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 moment, she turned her head and looked at me, and our eyes met. She said nothing, just looked at me, a little confused.

I waited for her to speak, it seemed like she wanted to talk to me about something. However, she did not argue with me, but did as I wished. She leaned over, took off her sandals, and lay on the bed. (I don't know why I had this idea: if she takes off her shoes before going to bed, I will have hope. What is my hope? To try the limit? To appreciate my mother's naked body that I have never seen before? If allowed, I can touch all the lovely places, and it would be ideal if I can make love with her.)

I leaned over her, covered her breasts with my hands and began to rub them, her nipples pressing firmly against my palms. She looked straight at me, eye to eye, without dodging. When a woman gives me this look in my bed, she usually looks away from me or closes her eyes.

But my mother stared at me, which was something I couldn't stand. So I lay down beside her.

My mouth found her nipple, first kissing it lightly and then biting it gently. However, sleeping in the same bed with my mother was extremely awkward, and a sense of emptiness hung over my head. I didn't know what to do next, so I let nature take over and started sucking my mother's nipple and pinching the other one 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 that saying something wrong would disrupt this satisfactory situation. I pulled down the zipper of my pants first because my swollen cock couldn't stand being restrained. 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 and let me kiss her gently, but when I tried to put the tip of my tongue into her mouth, she missed my face.

I didn't force my tongue in, but turned around and kissed her cheek again. Since I last lay in bed with my mother, my hands have never left her breasts. I have been squeezing and caressing them in turn. Her reaction was actually the same as other women's, her two nipples were full and erect.

I leaned close to her ear and whispered to her that she was beautiful. She didn't answer. I said, I want her, I must have her.

I spoke as politely as possible, for fear of offending her. She turned her head, pushed my hand away, faced me, and said, "That's enough, let's stop here."

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

My hand slid under her skirt and lifted it inch by inch until I saw the fabric of her panties at the intersection of her tightly closed thighs. Without further ado, he stuffed his hand into her panties and explored the unknown area inside.

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

I didn't listen to her and stuck 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 as well and started finger fucking her.

She said no verbally, but her body betrayed her and surrendered to me without further protest. If you want to get the love you want, this is the time.

At this time, I turned over and got out of bed. This action surprised her. Why did I get out of bed?

I told my mom that I wanted to take off my clothes. In front of her, I took off my T-shirt, pants and the boxer briefs that Hong Kong people call "twin chimneys". My big cock stood 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 of course gave me courage.

I didn't rush to take off her panties, but slowly enjoyed the view of her little pussy. There was a lot of curly hair there, and it was obvious that it was rarely trimmed. She is a "golden cat" with naturally golden hair and a golden pussy, which has not changed color due to age. It is a rare treasure.

I lifted her thighs and put her feet on my shoulders. Thinking that what I was about to do was the most important thing in my life, I was in awe of this moment. Mom's eyes were closed and her face was flushed.

I took a breath, thrust forward, and went in. After a few more thrusts, it was completely inserted, and of course it was my dick.

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

I am determined to make love with her sincerely, it's so exciting! However, I did not act rashly because she is my mother. Just sticking my cock into her, pinning her down, not moving.

I hugged her, was inside her, stuck to her, letting her wetness and warmth surround me.

In an instant, I saw a scene I had never seen before. Her whole body began to tremble and sway uncontrollably, as if she couldn't breathe, as if she was about to exhale her last breath.

I could tell it was a reaction to an orgasm. (But let me interject that I have never seen anything like this in my life. It has never happened before and it will never happen again.)

Seeing my mother under me, "coming" like this. It was me who caused her to be like this, and the responsibility will be placed on my head (or should I say, on my dick). Thinking of this, I couldn't hold it anymore and I ejaculated inside her (or you could say, ejaculated) without any thrusting.

We were all done and I looked at her. She was sweating all over, but her face was no longer tense and she looked relaxed, as if all her problems had been solved.

Then I realized that I was still hard inside her, so I let down her legs, pressed on top of her, and intertwined my fingers with hers. I felt her breasts against my chest, her legs wrapped around me, trying to suck me in, keep my cock inside her, as deep as possible.

This intercourse position makes me feel comfortable, and I also understand that she likes it this way. So, I was on top of her, relying on the remaining hardness of my cock, and I pulled out and thrust in and out quickly, but I still felt it was tight, and I was surprised at how elastic my mother's pussy was. She put her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Don't stop."

I kissed her lips and found her tongue. She kissed me back and sucked my tongue. We kissed each other passionately, finding a rhythm in lovemaking; we slowed down, took our time, enjoying every movement, making a sweet, beautiful love.

This was the second goal, and the beautiful moment should be preserved, but neither of us could hold back and it came very quickly. My mother orgasmed first, and then I did. We fell into each other's arms and fell asleep immediately.

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

But, I say but, because life is unpredictable. The next day, when I woke up early in the morning, my mother was not around. Found her in the hotel restaurant. She eats breakfast alone. As soon as I saw the look on her face I knew something was wrong.

She said good morning and continued looking at her coffee cup. I didn't say anything and just let her be. It was still morning after all. We then left the hotel and set off again.

In the car, we entered a state of tension and the atmosphere was unbearable. After a while of stalemate, I couldn't hold it in any longer and spoke.

"It seems that we should have a good talk and make clear what is in our hearts."

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

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

"Don't mention this again. We're both adults. We both had needs. We did it. It's done. We won't do it again. Do you understand? This is between the two of us. Don't spread it. Promise me you won't bring this up again."

I am speechless.

I had no intention of having sex with Mom or having any bad intentions towards her. Just like my 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 further contact or follow-up.

I don’t know whether I should call the experience of having sex with my mother a “vague romance”. 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. Now that it has happened, I am unwilling to let it end. There will always be a sequel, right? Although I don’t know how it will happen, what is going to happen will definitely happen.

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

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

After arriving, my mother immediately changed into casual clothes and talked endlessly with my aunt. We stayed for a few hours and then checked into the hotel. My uncle arranged everything and we each had a room. We locked ourselves in the room and didn't leave until the wedding.

After the wedding there was a banquet, but I wasn’t in the mood to dance or pick up girls, so I stayed alone in my seat and didn’t leave. Mom danced with my uncle and other men, trying her best to look okay. All night long, I stared at her.

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 party was over. My mother told my uncle that she was tired from the journey and would have to hurry home again tomorrow.

When we got back to the hotel, she asked me when we would leave tomorrow, and I said GOOD NIGHT. 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. Every time we tried to speak, we couldn't.

Finally, we gave up and walked home in silence. After a long journey, it was already seven o'clock in the evening when we returned to my parents' house. I put her down in front of the door and left. I don't want to see my dad.

The matter ends here (for now). I didn't intend to write in such detail, I just wanted to make it clear what happened.

I would like to hear what you have to say, especially those of you who have sexual relations between mother and son. I would even like to hear someone say that this is a made-up story or that I lied. But don't judge me right away. In a few days, something else will happen.

Are things good or bad? To know what happens next, please stay tuned for the next episode.

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.

Let me explain first. Since that Sunday night when I sent my mother home, we haven’t met or talked since then. Only twice did my father call me and ask if I wanted to go back for dinner. Both times I found an excuse to push it. I understand that my mother is embarrassed to see me again and she is still frightened, so I don't want to force her and make things difficult for her. I finally came to the conclusion: "After all, she is my mother. It is unrealistic to fantasize about having sex with her."

An accidental event can only be recalled, not repeated. However, for the past two weeks, my mother's shadow has 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 anyone for a month and have become almost 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 meet anyone I liked. Fortunately, I met an old lover and had sex with her twice a week, which was a little compensation.

Something unexpected happened! It was a weekend in mid-September, around one in the afternoon. I was bored and just wearing my "twin chimneys" and lying on the sofa reading the newspaper.

The doorbell rang. I asked who it was. The person outside the door said, "It's me." Of course I recognized it as my mother's voice as soon as I heard it. She came to the door without warning.

I take 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 having sex with another girl in bed, that’s why I insisted that she not come to my house.

I was nervous and my heart beat faster, not because I felt guilty, but because I had a premonition that something big was about to happen. She flew into my hall like a grasshopper.

Why do I have this opinion? Looking at her expression, the way she talks and behaves, you can tell from the smallest details that she is in a very good mood.

Another strange thing is that she would sweat all over even if she wore only a T-shirt in this hot weather, but she came in a windbreaker even though there was no wind or rain, which looked weird.

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? Is there no one else?"

"They say I'm the only one."

I knew something was going on, but I thought she just wanted to talk to me.

She stood there, 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. Seamless underwear is fashionable nowadays, allowing people to touch a woman's "bottom line". Other than that, she wore only 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're not wearing a bra. You wore it last time." I answered her in a serious tone.

"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, letting me see that she was not wearing any underwear, and that she had shaved her head, becoming a "white tiger (phoenix)". I was so surprised by her behavior that I was speechless.

She said, "I thought you liked me like this. Will this solve your problem?" She pointed at my erect penis, which was sticking out of the crotch of "Twin Chimneys".

When she pointed at me like that, I felt extremely embarrassed and immediately covered my mouth with my hand. It seems that I am not the only one who wants to have sex.

That was a bit awkward, and she kept pulling her skirt up so that her 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 she came over. I patted the seat next to me and she sat down 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, "If you want to have sex, fuck me now."

It was the first time I heard my mother say such a vulgar word as "fuck me". However, I knew she was not joking, so I obeyed her order and immediately got on top, opened her thighs, and took off her bra. She lifted up her skirt and let me lie on top of her and enter her.

Her pussy was fine and still as wet as before. I didn't need to tease her anymore, she was already burning with desire. It happened so suddenly, and I was afraid that she would change her mind and I would lose my chance, so I just focused on fucking her hard and didn't think about anything else.

I know that I should be extra gentle and considerate when having sex with my mother, but she doesn't seem to mind my impatience. She was enjoying it, more than I was, and 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 obscene. I couldn't hold it anymore and ejaculated after a while. Believe it or not, she had two orgasms, she told me so.

After the climax, I was still inside her, hugging her, unwilling to withdraw, enjoying the afterglow of sex. At this time, everyone needs to take a breather.

After she recovered her breath, she asked me if she could go to my bedroom. 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 even tidying it up. She told me to lie on the bed. I lay in bed, my heart beating 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. I thought to myself, Oh my god, don’t jerk off for me, I want to put it inside you. She touched it, kissed it, took my two balls (with the scrotum of course) in her hands and caressed them, rubbing and stroking my cock up and down along the erection of the cock.

My cock immediately became hard again and pulsated in her hand. She straddled me and aimed my cock at her little pussy, slowly lowering her cunt onto it until the cock was completely inside her, then she sat on me, not moving. I didn't move either, I just looked at her and she looked at me. The two of us have become one, and this wonderful feeling will remain in my heart forever.

In this moment of tenderness, my mother taught me a lot of lovemaking skills. The real person never reveals his true face. It turns out that she is so good at making love. She would slowly move up and down, leaning over to caress my chest with her nipples and breasts. I would put my cock inside her little pussy, and when she felt that I was so excited that I was about to cum, I would take a break and then do it again, heating up the lovemaking process step by step.

As she moved up and down on me, I realized that she gave me the best vantage point to admire my mother's breasts dancing close to my face. We made love slowly like this for fifteen minutes before we reached the climax of sex together. I remember how she fell on top of me, feeling her sweaty breasts pressed against my chest, with my cock stuck inside her and refusing to slip out.

I hope this wonderful feeling doesn't end. I know that I have won the best lottery. The good fortune of having sex with my mother is the result of many lifetimes of hard work.

Guilt could not spoil this wonderful moment, I believe neither of us could live without it a little, but lust was stronger, forging our two blood-connected bodies into one. The second time we had sex, I already had a sense of her and as soon as she moved her body, I knew what she wanted. I put my arms around her, and we lay together, kissing, and caressing each other for a long time.

She prepared herself mentally and told me she had something to say. I realized that we hadn't said much to each other since Mom came into the room. Physical intimacy shortens the psychological distance. Since we are naked to each other, our minds should also be open. We talked endlessly while lying in bed, talking about our relationship, her relationship with her father, and expressing our feelings without any reservation.

A woman being a woman, she will chatter away as long as she thinks she can talk to you. I was starving and asked her what she wanted to eat? She suggested that we take a shower first (she meant together), and she got out of bed and walked into the bathroom before I realized what was going on and followed her. Yes, since we had made love, she wouldn't object to squeezing in the small bathroom with me. And she said she wanted me to help her wipe her back (and the parts that I had stained).

I rubbed soap all over her body and washed her clean. My mother helped me wash my penis and turned over the foreskin for me to wash it.

After taking a bath, my mother said she would cook for me. I only had some spaghetti, so she cooked some meat sauce and opened a bottle of Italian red wine, which was a perfect match. The most enjoyable thing is watching my mother cook. It’s not that I haven’t seen her cook before, I have watched her cook since I was a child. But the mood was different, she was barefoot and only wore a T-shirt that just covered her butt, which she had just picked out of my closet.

Every time she bent down to get something, I felt like I was in heaven. Do you know why? You won't understand if you haven't seen it. I always stay behind her, put my arms around her waist, kiss her neck, and touch her breasts inside her T-shirt. Whenever she raised a voice to protest that I was interrupting her cooking, I would turn her face towards her, kiss her, and stop her from speaking.

While eating, I stretched my legs over my mother's side under the table, entangled and rubbing against her legs. When my mother sucked the noodles into her mouth, I imagined that it was my cock, held in her red lips. She felt embarrassed by my gaze and lowered her head to eat. I wondered what we would do after dinner.

We will not waste this beautiful time. I poured the last drop of red wine into my stomach, hugged her again and kissed her. She stood on tiptoe to greet me, with her two arms hanging around my neck. The aroma of red wine between my lips and teeth reminded me of that night in the hotel. I said to my mother: Come, go to bed with me. She lowered her head and pulled me into the bedroom.

I lifted her T-shirt and she helped me take it off. I spread her legs and she willingly opened them for me. But when I got down and started licking her little pussy. She said, no, it's dirty there, and closed her legs tightly. I ignored her, forced her legs apart again and continued licking. She kept twisting her hips, trying to dodge.

Suddenly, the tip of my tongue touched her clitoris. She screamed, then softened and stopped resisting. She let me hold up her hips and eat her little pussy to my heart's content.

My mother's little pussy is so sensitive in my mouth. With every suck, wave after wave of sexiness reaches her nerve endings. How would I know? Look at her body trembling, her expression looks like pain but is actually joy. It turns out she had such a big reaction to my kisses. Mom orgasmed again and again. I indulged my verbal desires, and my mother asked me to return the favor.

She calmly held my two balls and kissed and caressed them, kissing from the base of the cock to the glans, and then put them in her mouth and sucked them.

I could see that her oral skills were not very sophisticated, but just seeing my cock in her mouth, as she was sucking and licking it, and the "slurping" sound while sucking, was enough to make me feel extremely ecstatic, and I ended up with a powerful orgasm.

She wanted to swallow my semen, but I shot out a large amount, and she choked and spit it out, which flowed from the corners of her mouth and jaw to her chest. I licked the fishy liquid from her mouth and body. And she also stuck out her tongue and licked the ones that remained at the corners of my mouth.

I said to my mother, "You ate my offspring."

My mother said, “It’s mine too.”

After a whole day and night of fierce fighting, we were both tired and lay on the bed hugging each other.

It was a very special feeling to have my mom sleeping naked next to me. She was sleeping as sweetly as a baby. I took this opportunity to take a closer look at the place that I couldn't see clearly before. It was her kitten. I woke her up when I flipped her labia open. She said I was terrible. We were both thinking about the same thing, so we made love again.

We did nothing else that whole weekend except having sex. Having sex all night long seems to make up for the lost time. She stayed overnight at my house and never left. On Sunday, my mother didn't go to church and stayed in my bed. We would take a short break to recuperate, eat, take a shower, and then continue exploring each other's bodies.

I'm not married and I've never been on a honeymoon, but I guess this is what newlyweds would do.

I sent my mom back before my dad came home. This is our second time. The love we made and the words we said are all unforgettable. This weekend changed our lives, and the world seems to have changed since then.

Next time I will write down what we talked about this afternoon. She confessed everything to me. After reading this, it will be easier for you to understand why she came to my bed as if she were reborn.

(IV) Confession of Mood

I said I would write about what she confessed to me that Saturday night after Mom and I made love again. She confessed her feelings frankly, and I am willing to do my best to write down what she told me.

I have already explained in the first chapter what kind of person my mother was and what her sex life was like. She said that in recent years, every time they had sex it was because she wanted to. She was the one who took the initiative to ask for sex, and Dad did it to satisfy her needs.

At first, my mother suspected that my father was having an affair. However, my father's lifestyle is very rigid. After retirement, he often stays at home and it doesn't seem like he has a second woman. I agree with my mom, my dad is just tired of her and sex.

What touched me most was when she talked about how she had learned to live without sex. She even tried not to masturbate in order not to increase her sexual desire, so she did her best not to think about sex.

She said she once wanted to find a lover, but she loved her father too much. She couldn't bear the thought that her father might find out that she had an affair one day.

Even she herself couldn't explain why she had sex with her son. She didn't give me the feeling of being coerced. It was as if she was being controlled by God or the devil. She felt weird, just like me. She never thought that the first time she had sex with me would make her feel so ecstatic and unforgettable.

She had never had such a powerful orgasm before. She knew she had to forget it. We believe that what we have done is terribly wrong and that we have a responsibility to prevent it from continuing. But I found that it was so difficult to bury the memory of having sex with me in my heart!

For the next two weeks, she fantasized about having sex with me every day and used it to masturbate, venting her sexual desire and trying her best to prevent this incestuous thing from happening again. Whether it is effective or not, the facts have proven it.

Some of you may have noticed that the feeling we have when we have sex is very different the first time.

To sum up the first experience, we went out together to attend the wedding and checked into the hotel. Everything was initiated by me, and my mother was just at my mercy. She did whatever I said. At that time, my mother hadn't had sex for almost seven months.

When I rubbed her back, she felt extremely good. My touch had no evil intentions, but it inadvertently aroused the desire in her heart. Her body longed for the comfort of someone who loved her. It would be great if a man could make love with her. This thought scared her because she knew that the person giving her a massage was me.

So, she thanked me and told me that was enough. She wanted to change her clothes, go to bed immediately and forget about it.

I asked her why she changed in front of me instead of in the bathroom, and she said that at the time, she was confused and flustered and hadn't thought about it at all. Her mind was not working properly and everything she did was done unconsciously.

As for the message she wanted to convey to me by taking off her sandals, it was the same message I received. She told me that when my hands touched her breasts, she felt like a bomb exploded. I told her to lie down, and she already knew that I would go straight to the point of defeating the enemy with her.

She took off her sandals, which was her way of signaling to me that she wanted it too, without having to say it out loud. I received it, and thus, we became a perfect pair in bed.

Two weeks later, she came to me and rekindled our relationship. How did I feel?

Dad was not at home that weekend. He would go out once or twice a year to stay at his sister's house for a few days. Departure on Friday morning. He loves fishing and goes fishing with his brother-in-law. He usually stays away for the whole weekend and doesn't come back until Monday noon. The journey takes four hours.

My mother was the only one left at home, and as soon as my father went out, she wanted to come to my place. I thought about it all Friday. The night was a difficult time, I masturbated desperately, thinking about me.

When I woke up the next day, I put aside all negative thoughts and made up my mind to come see me. We would have a whole weekend together, just her and me. This thought was the biggest temptation in her life.

But she couldn't pass this test. She spent the whole morning bathing, shaving, and putting on makeup. She took out every dress in the closet and tried them on. She didn't leave home until she thought she had found the best match and everything was ready.

She thought I might not find her attractive enough, so she took great pains to dress herself up for me and make herself perfect. This is what is called a woman dresses herself to please herself.

However, as soon as she came to my house and I opened the door, she took the initiative and directed everything. She never backs down, she tells me what she wants and follows her desires. She was in complete control and confident.

I have always been the one who takes the initiative when it comes to women and I am not used to being manipulated by them. However, if my mother asks me to do something for her, I am happy to do it. Besides, the pleasure and excitement that my mother gives me on my cock cannot be compared with any other woman.

I think it would be a shame if this was the end of our relationship and we didn't move on.

"Mom, do you want to be with me in the future?" I asked.

"If you wish."

"I'm afraid you don't want to."

"If you want to, I want to do that too." She nodded.

"Mom, I do." I was so happy that I hugged my naked mother and kissed her non-stop.

With the gentleman's agreement, everyone felt more at ease and my mother was no longer restrained. The number of times you have sex can really change a person's emotions. They have been having sex non-stop for two days and they are not embarrassed to have sex. Mom seemed to get used to our "new (sexual)" relationship quickly and treated having sex and kissing me as normal.

Regarding our sexual relationship, she told me that she felt it was great and that good things should continue, it was that simple and direct. I asked her how her father was. She said that this was a private matter between us mother and son and had nothing to do with him, so we should not drag him into it. She blurted out that the sexual relationship between us should be a "maternal and son affair". I admire her open-mindedness and boldness. Because I, a self-proclaimed Don Quixote, dare not mention this incestuous relationship. How to face the father is more difficult than breaking through the mother-son relationship and loving each other.

She said, we all love him, so we have to keep it a secret. She told me that my father knew how to enjoy life so well. He had enjoyed it, and now it was her turn.

That's when she did something that surprised me. She picked up the phone, hung up and went to her father's sister's house to find him. My aunt answered the phone and they talked for a while, and then my mother said she wanted to talk to my father.

My dad answered. He said he had just cooked and eaten the fish he caught. He asked how was his mother? She said she felt bored being alone so she went to Jimmy's house to see him.

I remember every word she said: "I'm getting bored alone, and I thought I'd go over to Jimmy's and cook us both a meal." She looked at me and smiled as she said that.

Dad asked Mom if I was okay. She said, "He's a good boy. I just beat him at Monopoly. Do you want to talk to him?"

When I said this, I was scared to death. I couldn't talk to my dad as if nothing had happened like my mom did. I just shook my head and waved my hands to indicate that it was unnecessary.

Mom said I was still in the kitchen washing dishes and couldn't talk to him, so they talked for a while and then said goodnight.

Mom winked at me and said, "You see, I saw it right. It's very lively over there, and we're also very happy here. We both have our own excitement."

I can't believe Mom would do this. When I called my dad, my mom was wearing only my T-shirt, bottomless, and sitting on my lap. The hot naked ass pressed down on my hard cock, preventing it from rising.

She could chat with her dad as if nothing had happened. I had my arms around her, but when I heard her talking to dad, I immediately let go. The few minutes they talked were the calmest my hands had been since we went to bed on Saturday.

I was scared to death and didn't dare to do anything rash with her. She leaned her face towards me and pursed her lips, but I didn't dare to kiss her.

After hanging up the phone, I had a serious talk with her about this issue. She said she called my dad so I could understand that we had to pretend things were the same as “before.” Just like it has always been like this and it will always be like this. Don't let our new relationship ruin the one between me and my dad.

She was right. I had to accept this delicate relationship and it was very difficult to maintain this balance. Give me some time, I can do it, I promised mom.

She said she didn't mind if I wanted to find another woman, as long as I made time to be with her. There is a follow-up to this sentence, which will be discussed next time. She said she would be very hard on me. She behaved exactly like that. Her sexual side has been dormant for many years, and once it wakes up, I have to be mentally prepared.

I replied, I just found out who inherited my LIBIDO from. We have arranged how, when, where and what we will meet, so there is no need to explain. We would meet at my home a few days a week, depending on my availability.

You have to understand that even though my mother and I never had sex, we have always loved and respected each other. (We are mother and son after all!)

I love my mother and she loves me, we both know it. However, when it comes down to it, the basis for developing this physical relationship is lust first and then love. The moment she walked through my door, her eyes were filled with lust. Make love one after another, and never get tired of making one more.

After being together for half a year, I still don't feel bored with her and always look forward to the next meeting. I handed her the key to the front door and she said it would only be used to open the door when I was not at home. I cleared out space in my closet for her to put her new clothes and underwear. She bought a batch of underwear and wanted to replace the old with the new, starting with the inside.

Accompanying my mother to buy these things that women wear under their skirts is a pleasure in our spare time. Of course, she gave a lot of advice, and I became an expert on women's underwear. But that's another story! These private items are all very erotic and sexy. Half of them are kept at home, hidden in secret places, and the other half are kept in my closet.

She took great pains to dress me up, making herself as beautiful as possible. She thought that one day I wouldn't want her because she would grow old. Most women in their fifties already think they are too old. My mother has self-confidence that other women don't have. Although her appearance is not particularly outstanding, her figure is in the best condition and her charm is still there.

But a woman is a woman, and she will think that one day she will no longer be attractive to me. I kept telling her that we would continue to have sex as long as she wanted.

Our sex life is blissful and wonderful. I have been through many battles and have rich experience, so I have the right to make this comment. The expected gap between me and my mother seemed to be non-existent. In bed, we are like lovers who know each other well, not afraid to ask each other to do something or do something for each other. The biggest surprise she gave me was her performance in oral sex.

She didn't have much experience in this area, having only done it a few times with her dad. Later, she became an expert and could use her big mouth to serve me. At first, she didn't like having her pussy licked, and she made many excuses when I buried my head between her legs. But later she broke through her psychological barriers, devoted herself to it, and even guided my tongue deeper into her vagina.

Therefore, many times, the last scene on the bed is the beautiful girl playing the flute, and then they reluctantly part. She would rather eat my semen than have me cum on her face. She said it was like a punishment for her. So, before I ejaculate, I must give her the signal to put my dick in her mouth.

When I talk about the fun of having sex with my mother, I can't help but get excited. Being completely absorbed in physical intercourse and forgetting oneself completely should be the highest state of making love.

However, maybe I am not experienced enough. Sometimes, while making love, I realize who is sleeping in my bed? What do we do? At that time, a feeling of absurdity will flow through the whole body. I thought about the woman who had given birth to me, who had fed me with her breasts, who had taken care of me when I was sick, the same woman who was sitting naked on my cock, crying out for me to give her, to give her more. Even I can't believe it's true.

Is what I did absurd enough? Of course it is also extremely exciting!

Let’s not discuss this for now. If I have an "affair" with my mother and have made a gentleman's agreement with her, can I be guaranteed that my relationship will be smooth? You have to understand that a woman is a woman. What she says may not be interpreted literally. You must be able to grasp the deeper meaning, otherwise you will suffer. I paid the tuition and learned the lesson. Before I continue writing about the lessons I learned, I hope that some mothers and children who are in a similar situation as me can share your experiences.

5. Lessons Learned

I have considered whether or not to write about this topic, but because I have so many friends supporting me, I think it is worth telling the whole story, not only the erotic and romantic plots, but also all the "embarrassing things" that happened when I was with my mother. You express your opinions and share your experiences here, knowing that someone will read them and respond, which has a "psychotherapeutic" effect.

Therefore, I posted this article and you will see that it is a big achievement for me to seduce my mom into my bed. But I am just a mortal, not God. I make mistakes, some minor, some serious.

Ever since what happened in my house on that memorable weekend, we have developed a tacit understanding and our life has become colorful. If I report everything truthfully, you’ll think I’m bragging. My mom always finds an excuse to come out (she goes to the gym often, but not every day). In the beginning, we had to meet every day because we couldn't live without each other for a day.

We live very close, only 20 minutes' walk or 5 minutes' drive.

About my career: I have been working in the company for long enough, ten years, so I have the right to choose not to work overtime and to choose working hours that are convenient for me. I don't mind earning a little less salary. I believe private life is more important than money. I don't want to be bound by work and let work take over my life. In this respect, I am somewhat similar to my dad. Sometimes, I have to travel on business to other places, but I only go where it is absolutely necessary for me to go, which happens once or twice a year.

And another thing about my job, I have a computer in my office. Before I got my mom hooked, I seldom went online. Just for office use. Then one day I suddenly remembered and searched on the computer for topics such as "incest" or "mother-son love". Everyone knew the answer. If you browse the Internet, you will read many bizarre and bizarre incest stories, some of which claim to be true stories to enhance their appeal.

I said I would travel for work, but I would only go on those trips that I had to go and couldn't turn down. The following is one of them. Around mid-November, I will be away for two days. Ever since I slept with my mother, I became even more reluctant to leave home. Even a day away from my mother was too long, so I arranged the date within a day and a half so that I could return the next night.

I took a plane to a neighboring country and spent the entire day in meetings and meeting guests. When I returned to the hotel at night, I was exhausted. Although I got up early in the morning and went out, I couldn't sleep at night. So I went to the hotel bar to have a drink and relax. It was a very noble hotel, at public expense, and the bar was also very luxurious and elegant.

I sat on a high stool at the counter, ordered a whiskey, and drank alone. There weren't many customers, about ten or so, most of them were men, businessmen, and most of them were older than me.

Fifteen minutes later, after finishing a drink, a woman came in and sat next to me. She was about thirty-five to thirty-eight years old and quite attractive. She asked me for a light and I said, I don't smoke. Then they started talking. She was here for the same reasons as I was.

As we talked, I noticed that she was deliberately flirting with me in every word and smile she said. I travel a lot and am used to these scenes, so I want to see what the outcome will be. Half an hour later, she finished her drink, paid the bill, turned to me and said, "I'm going back to the room, do you want to come up?"

But I don't know how to answer. I said nothing, but when she left, I followed her. I guess, it’s hard to change one’s character. Don't waste good fortune.

As soon as I walked into her room, we started making love.

Just do it without further ado, do it directly.

If I'm being honest, it was a very well done sex scene. That woman knows what she wants and how to get it. Carry a "safety helmet" in your handbag and be ready for battle at any time.

We met by chance, we will be apart tomorrow, but our happiness is tonight. I even had anal sex with her, something I've never done with my mom. Anyway, after we were done, she thanked me for the night and said she had a lot of work to do tomorrow and wanted to go to sleep.

This was a farewell speech, so I tactfully returned to my room.

He left her and went to his own bed, thinking about what had happened tonight. Am I deceiving my mother by doing this and "smuggling" outside? The feeling of going to bed with my mom was very different from going to bed with that woman. What is your relationship with your mother? She is my lover, but not my girlfriend. If I sleep with another woman, I will feel sorry for her. It feels a bit weird and I have never tried it before.

I remember she said that if I wanted, I could find another woman. My conclusion was, "I did it all right tonight, and when I go back to her tomorrow, everything will be just fine."

The next day, we arrived at the airport at noon, but the flight was delayed. I called my mom and she said she could wait for me. I said, I'm afraid I won't be home until eleven o'clock, let's meet tomorrow.

That day was Thursday. At four o'clock in the afternoon, my mother was waiting for me in my house. I spoke to her on the phone earlier and asked her to come first. She had the key to the front door and could open it herself. I'll go back as soon as possible. Half an hour later, I rushed back.

"Mom, I'm back. Are you here? Where are you?" I asked loudly at the door.

I heard her answer from the bedroom: "Don't you know I'm waiting for you? Why don't you come to bed quickly?"

She was waiting for me on my bed wearing sexy lingerie. I jumped onto the bed, hugged her, kissed her passionately, and made love to her quickly. After a quick love-making session, the sexual desire is temporarily relieved, but we still want each other so much that we want to do it again.

I lay on top of her, inside her, pumping slowly. We kissed all the way and had a lot to say. At this moment, I remembered the one-night stand the night before. It was difficult to hide it from her, so I started to tell her everything.

I don't understand why. I thought she would be very interested in listening to me and that my affair would make her more sexy and excited, just like the plots in the erotic stories I had read online. I started off by talking about how we were drinking at the bar and how I followed the woman up to her room and saw her face fall. She understood what I was saying, but she remained calm and listened to me. She flew into a rage when I talked about what I was doing with that woman in bed.

"What did you say? What did you say you did with her?" she snapped, pushing me away. My cock was squeezed out forcefully. The process was very rough and painful. She got up from bed and started to get dressed. I endured the pain and looked at her angry face, not knowing what to do.

I have had many girlfriends and had many arguments with them. But it's completely different from this situation. I mean, in a situation like this, if your mom turns against you, what would you say?

"Please, don't go. Can we talk it out clearly?" I said.

"Okay! I want to make it clear. I want to know why you wanted to do that woman?"

"I thought you said that," I said.

"I said that? What did I say to you?" she sputtered.

"You said that if I wanted to find another woman, you would let me."

"Do you really understand this sentence like this?"

I have nothing to say. I even thought my mom was unreasonable.

"What I mean is, if you truly love a woman and want to marry her, I won't stop you. I'm not saying you can ignore me and continue to live your dissolute life as before. I'm not saying you can be a philanderer, have affairs with all kinds of people, chase after a woman you meet in a bar, have sex with her, or go to bed with her. Tell me, which woman would say that? Tell me, do you know the name of that woman?" she questioned me.

I was speechless and told her the truth. I had no room for defense. The woman and I exchanged names, but we quickly forgot about them. Her name is Mary, and Jane is not important to me.

"I understand. For you, the most important thing is to find a kitten for you to fuck. It's up to you to find a woman who is willing to sleep with you. You don't care about the rest."

I dare not speak. The more you talk, the more mistakes you make.

"Me! I have to find new excuses and make up stories every day to meet you. I'm worried about you when you've been away for two days, and you do this to repay me?"

"..."

"Tell me. If I went to a bar, saw a man and had sex with him, how would you feel? Would you feel honored?"

It was like she hit me on the head with a stick. I never thought this would happen to me. I know that my mother is the only woman who is devoted to me. I know she belongs to me. I don't want to lose her. After hearing what she said, of course I would be unhappy and jealous.

I said she said, I know I was wrong. Ask her to sit down and have a good talk.

She was so furious and nervous that she couldn't sit still for a moment.

"Jimmy, your kitten is gone tonight. You are not a child anymore, you have to grow up and act like an adult." She slammed the door and left.

I didn't chase after her. I just sat on the bed and watched my mother leave. I know what I did wrong. I ruined the best thing in my life. It has nothing to do with others. It's all my fault.

6. Clearing up past grievances

I must say that in the days that followed, my relationship with my mother became extremely bad. I didn't dare go to her because I knew what I had done had upset my mother. Even Dad noticed Mom's mood swings and mentioned it to me. Thankfully, he had no idea why she was in such a foul mood.

I have been thinking about this over and over again these days. I knew it wouldn't be difficult to convince my mother to change her mind and continue with me. Although she was a mature and independent woman in her fifties, she just couldn't get past me and was determined to be my lover. She loves me too much, or rather, she can't suppress her desire for me.

I am very good at grasping women's weaknesses and I am a romantic man all my life. However, I can't treat my mother like this. I can't treat her like my ex-girlfriends. She is my special one, and I feel the need to do something deliberately to her to let her know that I am indeed aware of my mistakes and how much I regret it. I finally understood my mother's complex feelings and figured out how to get along with her. Pure carnal desire cannot sustain our relationship for long. We must respect and trust each other.

Please remember that this is the most painful and private part of my story, and I have tried to write down the details as accurately as I remember them. I'm not a writer, I'm just doing my best to record the conversations that day to give you an idea of ​​what happened that day.

I couldn't express my feelings clearly to my mother with words, and it was even worse to say it to my father. But that's what I had to do.

After we had a falling out, we didn’t see each other or talk for a week. I called home to find my dad. Ask him if it’s okay to go home for dinner on Sunday? Dad was very happy to hear my voice.

He said, "Your mother is in menopause. She's been in a bad mood these days. Maybe you can comfort her."

I said to my dad, don’t worry! I know it's not a big deal...

The next day I went home to have lunch. Dad said one o'clock, and I arrived fifteen minutes early. When I said good morning to my mother, she puffed up her cheeks and ran to the kitchen. She said lunch would be ready soon. I chatted with my dad, and soon the meal was ready. Mom asked us to help bring out the food. Mom said nothing while we ate.

My dad and I mainly talked about "football". After dinner, Dad said there would be pie, which was baked by Mom. This is the opportunity to speak that I have been waiting for. I wrote a speech and read it over and over again at home, but suddenly I had forgotten everything. I had to improvise and say whatever was on my mind.

"Let's eat pie later. I have something to say to you two," I said.

"What's the matter?" Dad said.

“I thought of it on a recent business trip,” I said.

Mom looked up, a look of surprise on her face. I was talking to my dad and my mom was next to us. As soon as I said this, my mother became nervous, afraid that I might say something wrong.

"Dad, when I go out, whether by plane, bus, or taxi, I always want to bring a camera with me to take pictures of the beautiful scenery I see and show them to Mom. I mean, I'm 33 years old and have been to many places, and you've been to many places on business trips before. But Mom has only traveled abroad for her honeymoon with you over the years.

I thought about how you often took me and Peter (my brother) to watch football, basketball, and go fishing with you, and Mom always left us behind. You see, she has done so much to raise us and take care of the housework. She should have a little fun in life. I thought she sacrificed a lot to take good care of us. "

"Jimmy, you're right. We do owe your mother a lot," said Dad.

"Okay, okay. Stop talking. I never asked you to give me a medal. I just did what I should do. I am willing to do anything for this family." Mom interrupted Dad and said.

"Mom, I know. I'm older now, and I realize how much you've sacrificed for the love of this family. Your love for me is always in my heart. I've thought of something I can do, and it's easy to do. Mom, I want you to know that I'd like you to go with me on my next business trip. I don't know when or where I'll go, but I'm willing to take you with me."

"What did you say?" she asked. She was quite surprised by what I said.

"Everything I said is true. You don't have to decide right away. You can think about it carefully."

"Son, this is a good idea." Dad patted my shoulder and said to me. Then he said to his mother, "You can go with Jimmy. He will help you buy or do anything you want."

"Dad, I promise. If you like, you can come with me."

"Thank you, son. But I have a different view on enjoying life. I would rather go to a quiet beach than a busy city. What good places have you not been to? I have seen them all, so I don't think you need to count me in. But I know your mother loves to go shopping, sightseeing, and shopping. If you are willing to take her, she will definitely not refuse. Give her time to think about it."

"Mom, you can take as long as you want to think about it. But what I said today came from my heart, and I won't go back on my word. From childhood until now, I have caused you a lot of trouble, made you worry about me, and also hurt your heart. This is my small way of making up for all this. I hope you can accept my good intentions," I said to my mother. She raised her head and looked at me.

"And, not only that, I want to do more for you. Take you out every week to have fun, like a 'Mother's Day', not a holiday that happens once a year, but one day a week. You choose that day, and I'll take you to support the company, eat, watch a play, and do anything you want. I'll sell you anything you want to buy. But, on this day, you don't get to go."

I winked at him and continued with a smile.

"This is strictly a mother-son thing, one day a week, to do what my dear mother wants to do. I call this day Mother's Night."

She stared at me, her expression very confused. When my dad saw my mom was stunned, he said, "It's like an angel has descended from the sky. Jimmy, what's wrong with you today? You seem like a completely different person. I see you in a different light. I remember not long ago I scolded you for spending all your time with your girlfriend and not having time for your parents."

"After you scolded me that time, I grew up. People change." I seemed to be responding to my father, but actually I was talking to my mother. As I said this, I looked straight into my mother's eyes, and her eyes were wet.

"What have I ever done to deserve such a big fuss?" Mom asked.

"All mothers in the world are great and deserve their sons' filial piety. It's just that sons don't know how to love their mothers, and instead make them sad. I just want you to understand how much I love you and care about you. As long as you allow me, I will express my feelings to you and do anything for you."

When I said this, she started crying. I was completely unprepared but I was moved by her sincerity.

"Honey, isn't that great? Your son wasn't lying to you when he said those words. He loves you so much, and I feel so comforted." Dad hugged her and let her cry.

"Jimmy, I think it's great. Many children don't care about their parents as much as you do. You have changed a lot, and I am so happy. Look, your mother is so happy that she is crying."

I saw my mother trying her best to hide her feelings and suppress her emotions. But her tears kept falling. I took out my handkerchief from my pocket and wiped her tears. She used it to wipe her tears, but she cried even harder. At this time, the father said, "Honey, you are crying like this. You should laugh. I need to go to the bathroom. I think Jimmy can make you laugh. Then you can have a good talk with your son. He is so good today. Get some benefits from him quickly, so that he won't change his mind in the future."

Dad walked away, and Mom finally spoke to me. With tears in her eyes, she said in a coquettish voice, "Are you telling the truth? Why are you so nice to me?"

"Mom, you know that every word I said is true. I want to prove to you that what I said is true and that you will not break us up just because I did something wrong. I know I was wrong, please give me a chance. You know how much I want you."

Suddenly, her face lit up and she burst into laughter. I wiped her tears and snot and said to her, "Are you still mad at me?"

She shook her head, took my hand and led me into the kitchen. She grabbed my hand, leaned over and pressed me against the refrigerator, sucking on my lips like finding a spring in the wilderness. I have tasted the lips of more than dozens of women, but none of them can compare to the sweetness of my mother's. After the kiss, we were still in each other's arms, my erection pressed against her thigh, her head resting on my shoulder, she kept telling me how much she missed me after we had a fight. I knew what was going on without her saying anything.

"Mom, now I understand what lovesickness means. I miss you too. Can you come tonight?"

"I'm afraid not. We have an old friend coming over tonight and I'm staying home," she panted.

"Can I come too?"

"No. I need you more and more. I'm afraid I won't be able to concentrate with you around."

"So how long do I have to wait before I can have sex with you?"

I covered her erect breasts with my hands, and she was shaking violently, making it a little difficult for her to speak. She kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "My dear, I am yours tomorrow."

At this time, I heard my father's heavy footsteps. Mom moved away, smoothed her blond hair, and walked over to the oven to get the pie out. But I felt guilty and afraid that the bulge between my legs would attract my father's attention, so I quickly adjusted myself and turned my back to him.

"I see there seems to be no problem. Jimmy, I thought you only knew how to please your girlfriend, but I didn't realize you were really good at making your mother cry and laugh like a little girl." Dad said to me. Then he asked his mother: "Do you accept your son's proposal?"

"No need to say it. He treats me so politely. If I don't accept it, I would be sorry for him and myself." said my mother with a warm smile on her lips.

"So, when did you go on your first date?" Dad asked.

I felt a burning sensation throughout my body and said, "Dad, that was not a date."

"Master, it's a date. You'd better dress nicely because she wants you to take her to a fancy and expensive restaurant."

"So when do we go? Where do you want to go?" I said to my mother.

"You'd better be prepared to prove that what you say is true," she said to me with a smile.

"must."

"Well, I have a date with you."

We ate cakes, drank coffee, and talked about this and that. Dad was staring at the TV watching the football finals, and gradually only Mom and I were talking. I was about to go to work. My mother walked me to the door and then, outside the door, with her back to my father, she secretly gave me a kiss.

"Thank you," said Mom.

"You're welcome. I owe you this, and you deserve it."

With such a feeling and such a relationship, what will happen to it? Is that new situation what we want?

7. Relationship Status

I always thought that the relationship between my mother and I was based on sexual desire and was a naked love between a man and a woman. We went to bed for the first time in September, and then in November when I was on a business trip, I had a one-night stand with that woman, which aroused my mother's disgust.

During this period, everything was fresh and exciting. Moreover, we needed each other desperately. We met whenever we had the chance and had sex whenever we met, and we did it over and over again.

The old lady hadn't had sex for a long time, and when she went to bed with me, I had a way to make her become unrestrained, so her sexual desire was completely out of control. Then, my flirting with other women made her angry, which made us calm down and think clearly about what was going on.

The element of romance was added at this time. It’s not that the desire and passion were gone, but after the quarrel, my mother and I seemed to have grown up together, and our relationship was further along than before. We unconsciously evolved from "lovers" to "lovers".

She was jealous of me, which showed that what she required of me was not just performance in bed, but loyalty to her. These are extremely delicate emotional matters and should not be told to outsiders. I will share with you all the love stories between me and my mother. Is there anyone who has been through this and can share similar experiences with your mother?

The next day after we reconciled, we could only meet briefly and have sex naked. As soon as my mother stepped into the door, I started to take off her clothes. I pulled down her bra and inserted my dick into my mother's wet pussy.

That love was unpredictable and gave full play to the desires accumulated in the heart. This doesn't seem to be consistent with what I just said about the transformation from pure desire. Lust is more exposed and direct. Love is internal and implicit, so the expression of carnal desires often comes first.

And this is just a preview of Mother's Night. We identified each other as lifelong sexual partners. Dad won't touch her anymore, and I promised to remain chaste with her. Even if I get married one day, we will maintain a sexual relationship no matter what.

We talked about sex and did love, but we already had a new tacit understanding in our hearts.

I’d like to add that it’s not surprising that my mother reacted so strongly to my one-night stand with that strange woman in the hotel. I should have understood. She is very possessive, especially towards me. She said that if I found a partner and wanted to get married, she would step aside, and I believe she meant it. However, she was extremely reluctant to do so. To be honest, I also have a strong possessiveness towards my mother. The thought of another man having sex with her drives me crazy. After all, she is my mom!

Then, my mom and I went on a "date". We had plenty of time that night to pursue a more romantic atmosphere and boudoir mood. Anal sex is a way for my mother to express her complete dedication of her body to me. It also adds to the fun in the room. I will explain it in detail later.

This night, Mother's Night, is unforgettable for me, it was so exciting. I will never forget what my mother said to me. The words she said and the feelings she had will stay with me until I die.

Let me start from the beginning.

The Monday after I gave my Declaration of Love was our first Mothers’ Night. I called my mother from the office and asked her if she could come to my house earlier, preferably in the afternoon.

"You know I can't. We agreed in front of your father that it would be at night. My darling, be patient. Also, I have something to do." said Mom.

"Oh mom! What's the matter?" I asked.

"Just wait and see. I can't tell you now. I'll keep it as a surprise for you. I'll call you later to let you know when you'll arrive."

What kind of surprise would that be? I can't figure it out, it must be a good thing. Stop thinking about it and just focus on your work.

After get off work, I was waiting for a call at home. When the phone rang, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. She spoke in a tone that her father would hear: "Hey, is that Jimmy? Tonight is the big day. Are you ready?"

"Mom, everything is ready. Where are we going?"

"I'll reserve a table. Just get dressed and wait for me. I'll be there around eight. Just be ready."

"I'm here to pick you up."

"No, I'll come to your house first."

Forty minutes later, she called again. She called me on her cell phone while she was on the ride.

“Hey, you better not have anything on because I’m going to strip you naked when I get here.” (Later, she told me that the taxi driver gave her a funny look.)

"I know, Mom. Don't worry."

At that time, I was only wearing a pair of "twin chimneys", which were originally underwear. The advantage was that I could wear them in front of my family without being impolite. Many bachelors just wore a pair of "twin chimneys" at home.

But since my mother was so interested and wanted to play with me, I simply took off my underwear. Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. I saw clearly that it was her, so I opened the door. My cock has become hard and is standing upright.

"Oh my God, the date has just begun. Tonight's show is going to be colorful." She said as she walked in. My erect cock had already attracted her attention.

"You're right," I said. Pull her into my arms and hug her. We started kissing. Our tongues were like fire and the kiss was passionate. When we separated for air, she gently pushed me away and said, "Jimmy, wait a minute. I have something to show you. Just sit on the sofa."

I sat down obediently, and my mother stood in front of me and took off her coat. She was wearing a black backless long skirt, her back was completely naked, even a little bit of her butt crack was exposed. It was obvious at a glance that she was not wearing a bra.

She posed and let me see her skirt before slowly pulling it down. Two milky white breasts jumped out from under the black cloth, which was particularly eye-catching. My eyes couldn't help but be fixed on the protruding nipples on her chest. She noticed that I was staring at that part of her, paused, and asked me, "Can we continue?"

"Oh! Please continue," I said.

My mother continued to take off her skirt, sliding it off her body and onto the floor. The only thing left on her body was a pair of lace bikini panties, fishnet stockings, and high heels, all in black.

I stood up, staring at her with my eyes bulging out. My expression was so exaggerated that my mother looked anxious and asked me, "Do I look good?"

"You killed someone. Mom, you killed someone without paying for his life."

"It's okay. I thought you didn't like it." She didn't seem to believe me. As she spoke, she turned around like a model, showing me her figure clearly.

"I like it. I like it very much. I can't wait to tear that little thing off and have sex with you." I said, pointing at her panties.

Wow! That was the surprise she said she would give me, a thong with beautiful lines. The front piece is a small triangle of lace-edged cloth, and the crotch is a strip of cloth connecting the small triangle and the elastic band, which is a thin band. When viewed from the side, except for the thin band reminding you that the owner of this thigh is wearing underwear, the appearance is the same as if he is not wearing any underwear. The triangle cloth at the back is even smaller and can't even cover the crotch. The strip of cloth is hidden between the two buttocks. I believe this is the first time in my mother's life that she has dressed so sexy in front of a man. This is beyond my expectation.

It all started with some arguments. When I go shopping with my mom, she buys some sexy lingerie, but never a G-string thong. She said her butt was too fat and too big and she was too old to wear those things.

Of course I object. But it doesn't work. If my mother doesn't want to buy it, then she doesn't have to. I have the right to go to bed with her and take off her underwear, but I can't force her to wear or not wear anything under her skirt.

My mother turned around and faced me, smiled at me, walked over, took off her high heels, and sat on my thighs. The material of the small triangle of cloth was rubbing against my extremely swollen cock.

She stroked my hair and teased me, "Jimmy, why do you want to tear it open? Don't you like me to have sex with you in my sexy little panties?" she said in a playful tone. "This little thing is so soft and won't get in your way. I think your thing will like the contact with it and you'll like its soft feel."

She raised her body, pushed her crotch aside, made way for her, and slowly sat down, and my cock sank into her wet vagina. My mom was right. The rubbing of the soft fabric in the crotch against my dick was a special kind of pleasure.

My mother's hips began to wriggle and grind on my thighs, and my cock enjoyed wave after wave of pleasure in her little pussy. She seemed to want more, and soon she started to grind faster and faster, and then she came to me first.

Then, we did it again, and after reaching orgasm, my mother couldn't hold on and fell into my arms.

Before I could catch my breath, she was already kissing me. I held her face, moved her mouth away, took a deep breath, and said, "Oh my god, wait a minute."

"I'm sorry, my dear, I'm really sorry. What did I do to make you uncomfortable? I just need you too much."

"Mom, it's okay. I just needed to take a breath."

Before he finished speaking, he started kissing my face and neck. When she kissed me, her breasts were pressed against my chest. I quickly recovered and became strong again. This time, it's my turn to decide what sexual position to use.

We fell on the carpet, asked her to lie down, and I fucked her from behind. I called this position "doggie style", which is also called "tiger step" in English. I knelt behind my mother's buttocks, held her waist and abdomen with both hands, inserted my cock, and pulled it out and in and out quickly, and my mother's little pussy tightened and contracted.

This is the most primitive method of sexual intercourse. My mother and I both like this method the most. It can be regarded as our classic intercourse position. My mother said she loves me entering her body from behind because I can penetrate her deepest and give her continuous orgasms, and it works every time.

I love the "doggie style" because my mother is like a prey I have captured and is completely under my control. I could see her from behind, and enjoy her round shoulders, broad back, tiny waist, and round butt. My mother has maintained her curved lines very well, which look even more attractive from behind.

Although I couldn't see her breasts, belly button, and vagina, I could caress her breasts as much as I wanted, hold her waist tightly, and swing her hips to match my fierce attack. My mother didn't hold me down, she could move her hips freely, and move her pussy close to me and rub it against me.

I dare say that I can recognize my mother from behind a thousand women by the shape of her buttocks. Although the lines of her hips are the simplest, I can recognize her. Her signature move of raising her hips and shaking them in circles in the air is something that no one can learn.

Of course, I can also boast that even if I were blindfolded, I could still tell that the kitten belongs to my mother by the feel of my cock. As for the women I've slept with, I don't have the same detailed memories.

Usually, when we have sex face to face, my mother always closes her eyes and keeps her moans as quiet as possible. But if I enter from behind, she can't see me, but... Just then, when I thrust hard, my mother screamed in pleasure, like the most pleasant note, entering my ears.

She orgasmed twice in succession before I ejaculated inside her.

We both fell to the carpet, limp, looking at each other. After a while, I helped her up, held her hand, and took her into the bathroom to take a bath with me. My mother doesn't have the habit of taking a bath with others. Even when my ex-girlfriend was in the bathroom, I rarely went in because she would do other indecent things in there.

I'm not a voyeur, and I don't like others watching me poop or pee. But I don’t have this feeling when I’m with my mother. This may be a habit I developed when I was a child and often followed her into the ladies’ room. Now it has become the spice of my life.

So it was time to go out for dinner, but my mother came out of the bathroom naked and went straight to bed.

"How did our date go?" I asked her.

"Our date was amazing. Come here and lie next to me," she said.

I went to the bed and she opened her arms, letting me fall into her arms and bury my face where I wanted to be most, between her big breasts.

"Oh, my sweetheart, this is the best date I could ever have. I want to feel you inside me, to feel you in me every minute, never to be apart."

"Mom, we are already together. I will not go anywhere else. I will always be here, with you."

She understood what I meant by "here". I kept my cock inside her pussy for almost a quarter of an hour, hugging her, with my face pressed against her chest, kissing the surging waves and gently sucking the towering peaks.

She kissed my forehead and moaned softly, so delicately that it drove me almost crazy. We were both silent except for her moans, our breathing, and the slapping sounds of me licking her breasts.

It was not until we were really hungry that we asked her if she wanted to go outside.

"Mom, this night was planned for you, remember? Which restaurant did you want to go to?"

"I think just being with you like this will make me happy," she said.

"But are you hungry?" I asked.

"I'm a little hungry. I'll cook something for everyone."

"I won't let you cook tonight. Tonight is Mother's Night. Did you forget?"

"Okay, then order me a pizza."

"The pizza will be delivered soon." I got up and called.

In less than two minutes, I came back and saw my mother's curvaceous naked body lying on her side on my bed, with her chin supported by one hand, looking so calm, elegant and beautiful. It had been two months since we'd slept together, but it was still so incredible to see her naked, waiting for me.

When she saw me coming back, she waved to me, "Come to me, my dear. I want to talk to you."

"I have something to say to you too," I said.

"Remember what I said, if you're getting married..."

I didn't let her continue and interrupted her: "Please, Mom, don't bring these things up to torture yourself. I don't want to get married. I am very satisfied with the way things are now. Nothing can be better than this."

"I understand your feelings, but listen to me. I want you to know that what I said is sincere and I won't regret it. If you have a marriage partner or are in a relationship, I won't hinder you. What we do in the future is up to you. You can break up with me, or find another suitable way to continue. Anything is fine, as long as it is good for you."

"Thank you, Mom. But I want to tell you that if the purpose of marriage is to find a sexual partner, I am already married and you are already my partner. So I will be devoted to you."

"Jimmy, I've actually been thinking about our relationship. There are some things I haven't said clearly, or haven't thought through clearly, but I want to tell you."

"Mom, there's nothing we can't talk about," I asked.

"Since you've said that, I'll say it too. Remember the weekend we first had sex? I've felt this way ever since. I know you know that I've never felt this complete with anyone else in my life. I know I'm being selfish, but I really want to be with you forever."

She stopped. I understand that it is difficult for her to express what is in her heart. She continued, her voice trembling.

"I can't compare you to anyone else. You are my man. The feeling of you inside me is the perfection I have ever wanted in my life. No one can be as close to me as you are inside me, as if I were a PUSSLES, and found the piece you were missing. Every time we make love, it feels so fresh and special. I know it's annoying to say these things to my son, but I love you too much, more than I love your father, more than your brother, more than anyone else in the world. I can do anything for you, as long as you ask me to do it, I will do it. But you have to be careful not to use me and take advantage of me."

She started crying. I sat up and hugged her naked body. I was overwhelmed and just held her, stroking her blonde hair, her tears wet my chest.

"Mom, I won't. You know I won't."

I kept comforting her and kissing her gently. Wait until she stops crying and continue to listen to her: "What I want to say at the end may be too heavy and may oppress you. But I am afraid that if I don't say it now, I will never say it in the future. The reason I said all this and opened my belly to let you know everything is not just because I love you. I will continue only if you promise not to make fun of me."

"Mom, go on. How could I make fun of you? You know how much I love you."

"I know you love me. But the love I want to talk about is another kind of love. I feel like a fool for thinking I'm in love with you. Do you understand what I mean by love? For a woman to live to over fifty and then fall in love, and to fall in love with her own son, I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing."

I'm speechless. I have never in my life heard a woman express her feelings to me so sincerely. I know how sincere she is to me and I believe every word she says. And what she said was exactly what I felt in my heart.

She raised her head, looked at me, and said to me, "Jimmy, say something. Say something. Do you think I am a slut and disgust you?"

Suddenly, everything became clear.

"Mom, how could I think you're a slut? You're my mother, and you're making the most wonderful love with me. You're the most sincere woman I've ever known. You made me understand why my love for you is different from that for other women. I thought you were my mother, so you were a little different. What you said just now made me understand. It turns out that I'm in love, just like you. I've had countless girlfriends, but this is my first real love. We're in love. That's such a beautiful thing, how can it be a bad thing?"

"Jimmy, Jimmy, really? You didn't lie to me? I thought you didn't believe in love." She started crying again on my shoulder, kissing my face and calling my name.

"Mom, don't cry! You should be happy. I didn't believe in love before, and I didn't understand it, but you made me understand. Mom, I love you. It's not just the love a son has for his mother, but the love between a man and a woman. From now on, you are my lover, my woman."

"Jimmy, I love you too. I thought you would look down on me."

"Mom, remember, you are my mother and will always be the most important woman in my life."

To be honest, I have never been so excited. The only passion that can be compared to this moment is the first time I penetrated her pussy. She kissed me and I kissed her back, but the kisses felt different. We kissed passionately, intoxicated, when suddenly, the excitement turned into tenderness and filled the space between us. The ecstatic desire flooded my body like water. I thought I was going to heaven.

As we kissed, she held my face in her hands, running her hands all over my face, caressing me. The smooth skin of her breasts and her erect nipples also caressed my chest. I believe that at this moment of rising passion, we should make a passionate love, if not... The doorbell rang again and again, and the damn pizza boy came to the door.

What an unfortunate coincidence! I wanted to have sex with my mom right now, and if the pizza delivery boy hadn't kept ringing the doorbell, we wouldn't have wanted to stop.

Although reluctantly, we had to interrupt our passionate kiss. Mom quickly calmed down. You have to know how much effort it took for her to say those words.

"I guess we all need to eat something after all," she said to me, smiling.

"Mom, can you please open the door?" I said jokingly.

"I don't mind, especially if it's a nice-looking boy. Tonight is Mother's Night, and I'd rather stay in bed and see how you hide this erection."

"I'm not going to hide it. I can wear the twin chimneys and be seen by everyone."

The erect thing formed a small tent in the loose crotch of the pants. When my mother saw it, she shook her head and laughed secretly.

I took the pancakes into the bedroom. Mom got up and wanted to put on some clothes. I'm afraid my bedroom is too messy. Wang Laowu doesn't like to clean it up, so she threw her clothes somewhere unknown. She asked me for help and said, "Give me something to wear quickly. I don't want to eat naked."

She doesn't want to, but I do. But I respected my mom and gave him a shirt, and we sat on the bed and ate the best pancakes I had ever tasted. After eating the pancakes, we were in a good mood and could tell some jokes, so I asked my mother why she went to buy thongs.

"Women are very realistic. When they find out that the competition is quite fierce, they will do something." She said teasingly.

I pretended not to understand and asked her what she meant.

"Need I tell you? You have so many girls chasing after you."

"Oh my god, you're here again," I said.

"Silly boy, I was just joking. I thought you were like your father and had no interest in what kind of underwear I wore. After this time, I understand. Just wait and see, the good stuff is about to come," she replied.

"Mom, how many did you buy?"

"I bought a few T-backs and some G-strings," she said with a smile.

She turned to me and said, "You said I look good in this dress, so I believe I look good."

"Mom, you look good in anything you wear. I won't force you, just do what you want to do."

"I just want to please you. I'm willing to do anything as long as it makes you happy."

She looked at the clock. It was half past eleven.

"I'm leaving now. It's too late."

"Don't worry. I'll drive you back."

We could have made love more, had pizza and talked for a while, but we ran out of time. Before leaving, my mother told me what to say to my father. Which restaurant did we go to, what dishes did we eat, what did we drink, and so on. I told her that I would take her to some romantic restaurant next time to spend a romantic evening.

Ten minutes later, we were dressed and when we were leaving, my mother suggested that we not drive and asked me to walk home with her.

"Do whatever you want," I said to her.

We are on this journey together. She acted like a little girl, laughing and looking at me. She held my hand and didn't let go until we got back to her doorstep.

When she opened the door, she asked me if I wanted to come in.

"Come in and say good night to Daddy." I will do as she wants me to do.

When I went in, I found that the lights and TV were turned off.

"Maybe he's asleep," I said.

She went upstairs to their bedroom to see him. When she came down, she said, "You're right, he's in bed."

We looked at each other in the living room, and suddenly, we found in each other's eyes that we had the same idea.

"No!" I was about to speak. She covered my mouth with her hand and said, "Shh." She took my hand and led me into the kitchen, asked me to sit on a chair, and she sat on my lap.

"Mom, we can't be here," I said. But she wouldn't let me go on.

She sat on top of me, touching my hair, and in a low, yet most teasing voice, she said, "I haven't said goodnight to my little boy yet. Have I?"

"Oh my god, I don't think this is good."

"You'll thank me later. Don't you know your father looks like a dead head when he's asleep?"

Her kisses covered my face, teasing me.

She pulled down the straps of her skirt and her breasts were exposed in front of me. Anyone who sees such a sexy pair of naked breasts will be unable to resist the temptation. I couldn't help but kiss her and suck on her nipples. She was breathing and moaning, her breath on my face. Her smell is overwhelming.

I kept caressing her back and she moaned quietly in response to my touch. My hand slid down her back and found her bare buttocks under her skirt.

"Where is your thong (underwear)?"

"Leave it at your house. You ruined it, soaked it with your cum. Remember to soak it for me when you get home and wash it clean. I have another one in the room, do you want me to put on a new one and make love to you?"

I can't wait any longer, my dick is about to explode! I lifted her long skirt and mounted her. She stood up and said, "Don't be so casual."

I didn't understand what she meant by "too casual", but she quickly explained it with her actions. She squatted down, spread my legs, unzipped my trousers with an extremely seductive gesture, unbuttoned my waistband, and pulled down my trousers and pants together.

She took my scrotum in her soft hands, played with it, and rubbed it gently. Then she lowered her head and kissed my cock, starting from the base and finally putting the glans in her mouth and licking it like a popsicle. Her mouth is big enough to hold my entire cock, and that's exactly what she did for me, deep-throating me. My mother, who has never been very good at ventriloquism, can actually do this. She did it very carefully, and every time she spit out my cock, she looked at me seductively and then swallowed it back in.

I ejaculated twice in my mother's mouth, ten minutes apart each time. She held my semen in her mouth, and the "gurgling" sound, and the feeling of her breasts rubbing against my thighs, made me feel extremely ecstatic.

I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, when I'm about to cum, you swallow my dick into your mouth. I want to block the endless pleasure of the orgasm between my lips and teeth. After I cum, there won't be a drop of semen at the corners of her mouth. She swallows it all into her stomach with a "gulp".

She smiled and said to me, "You feel very salty tonight, maybe you ate some pancakes."

She stood up and took a glass of water. I walked behind her, hugged her, put my hands on her breasts, and said, "You're great. You're the best at sex." She turned around and kissed me again.

Five minutes later, I was on my way home, walking briskly as if I were floating on the clouds. My mind was full of wonderful memories of today, and I was sure of one thing: "I am in love."

8. Travel together

It was our first time going out on a parade and we had so much fun. I wait for the opportunity to come, and when there is a suitable place and time, I seize it.

Around December 20th to 22nd, 2003. I don't want to be too precise. The city we are going to is the most historic and romantic place in Europe.

I arranged everything and took off on Friday morning. Like my last business trip, I made appointments to meet with all the clients on the first day.

I booked a suite and arranged a tour guide for my mother to take her around the city.

Now that everything is arranged, I will set out to do my work. It was late at night when we returned to our hotel room. She was waiting for me in her room, wearing a long satin robe, leaning against the head of the bed, scanning the TV channels.

At this moment, I was back, and when he saw me coming back, his eyes lit up. I went in, sat on the bed, and greeted them: "Did you have fun today?"

"That's great," she replied.

"Mom, I'm sorry for leaving you alone."

"Everything is well arranged."

So she told me about the places she had seen, the things she had done, and what scenery she liked about the city.

"Mom, I've been here a few times, and you've been to more places than I have."

She asked me if my work was going well. I said, all the business is done. But I'm sorry, I'm really too tired. Maybe I won't have the strength to make love with you. This is the first time I worry about not having the energy to have sex with my mother. She is not some woman I met by chance, she is the person I love the most, and I have to give my all when going to bed with her.

If I don’t have enough energy and can’t maintain the level of sex, I’m afraid I will disappoint her. She smiled and said to me that it didn’t matter if we couldn’t have sex, the most important thing was that I could be with her. She said she had arranged everything for me and told me not to worry, and then started to undress me.

I thought she wanted to have sex with me, so I objected and asked, "How about tomorrow?" But she said, don't worry, leave everything to her, she will take care of everything. She took off my clothes, took my hand and led me into the bathroom.

I understood what she meant. The bathtub was filled with hot water and she put something in the water. The smell that came out made me feel very comfortable and my whole body relaxed. She dimmed the lights, put on some soft music, and went to the bathtub.

She understood my heart very well and knew that I liked to see her undress, so she let me watch her slowly take off her nightgown as if putting on a show (it was bought from a famous pajamas store here, it was very expensive, she bought it with the money I gave her, and she put it on to show me). She stood in front of me, completely naked, and asked me to move aside to let her in. Space is not a problem, the bathtub is big enough for three people to sit in it.

I seldom describe her little cat, not that I dislike it. But my mother thinks that a woman’s private parts are very dirty and ugly, and there is no need for me to open it and look at it. So even though her blowjob skills were improving day by day, she was very reluctant to let me lick her little pussy.

However, when I was sitting in the bathtub, she lifted her legs and stepped in, showing me a charming little cat under her golden pubic hair. Her pubic hair had grown back, curly but not thick.

We finally both sat down, she sat behind me (so she asked me to move aside), spread her legs, and let me lie down with my back against her soft breasts. She asked me if this was comfortable? I said, there was nothing more comfortable than lying against my mother's naked chest. She began to caress my body slowly, massaging my shoulders, and finally, giving me a bath, using her hands to carefully wash me from head to toe to my cock.

I can't describe how I felt, the bath my mom gave me made me feel so sexual and pure at the same time. For a while, it was so comfortable that I almost fell asleep, especially when she was washing my hair. But my mother is very smart. She always finds ways to disturb me and keep me awake. She placed kisses on my neck and cheeks as she massaged my shoulders. She repeated to me what she had done that day and waited for me to come back.

When she was washing my body, she kept calling my name in her sexy voice, calling me sweetheart, dear son, etc.

After the bath, she covered herself with a velvet shawl and toweled me dry from head to toe. Then she knelt in front of me, grabbed my cock and kissed my glans. Then she stood up and went to bed with me. The shawl slid down, revealing her snow-white shoulders and back, and she lay in my arms. Her breasts rested on my chest and her breath felt on my neck. She asked me if I liked her serving me like this. I said, that was a treat like an emperor, thank her.

She said the best is yet to come. I said, really? She said that she would take care of everything and all I had to do was enjoy myself.

She started kissing my face and telling me how much she loved me and how much she wanted to make me happy. She kissed me all over, got down on my stomach, kissed my cock, balls, and nipples, kissing every inch of my body. Normally, I would have had an erection long ago, but at that time I was so weak that I couldn't get it up. She put my cock in her mouth, stretched out her arms, and caressed her chest with her soft hands. She suddenly twisted my nipple, and my cock finally started to rise.

She continued to caress me, and my cock continued to swell until it was hard enough. She then held my scrotum with both hands and blew and licked it. Finally, when it was hard enough and met her requirements, she let it out. Tell me, aren't you full of strength now? As she spoke, she climbed up and straddled my thighs and hips, moving her hips forward, and her little pussy found my cock and took it in her mouth, swallowing it inch by inch.

I want to push it up to make the dick go deeper. My mother said, don’t use too much force and don’t insert it too deep. Let her come, she will make us all feel good and comfortable.

So comfortable!

I let her ride me, shaking up and down, and swaying left and right. Her breasts rose and fell like waves and her golden hair rose up and brushed against her intoxicated face. I held her waist and she held my arms, and we made a love that was long-lasting, delicate, and charming. I saw that she looked content and calm, with her head resting on my shoulder and her breasts pressed against my chest. I fell asleep immediately. It was the "paradise" that many people dream of but cannot obtain.

My mother woke me up with a kiss, and the room was filled with the aroma of rich coffee. We had breakfast in bed and found that my mother had gotten up early in the morning, wearing a pair of lace panties and my shirt on top. (After a woman has made love with you, she will put on your shirt herself. It is a sign that she is completely your woman.) She only buttoned the middle button, and between the lapels, her deep cleavage was exposed for me to see.

I took out her right breast, took a sip of coffee and sucked my mother's breast. She pushed me away and said, your shirt has coffee stains which are difficult to wash. I used this as an excuse to unbutton my shirt, open my collar, and expose both nipples.

One of my mother's nipples is slightly tilted outwards, and I just noticed it now. I looked at them carefully and touched them carefully, and they swelled up, and I couldn't see the difference.

"Mom, I just realized why your nipple is tilted outward?" I asked her.

"Really? I didn't notice. Are you dissatisfied with my figure?" She quickly closed her collar.

"Don't think about anything else. I'm just curious. Was it like this before?"

She said with certainty that it was not like this before and she was not born like this. It might be due to breastfeeding or age. I added that it might be because I’ve been kissing too much lately. I opened her clothes again, put her nipple in my mouth, kissed and squeezed her breast.

Her nipples were hard and swollen like marbles, and her areolas were moistened and brightened by my saliva. When my mother saw that I was full of energy and interested in her, she was very happy and came into my arms. I didn't waste any time. I immediately spread her legs, pushed her down on the bed, and kissed her all over. She told me she couldn't stand it. So I pushed aside her crotch, turned over her little pussy, and pushed inside her.

She squeezed my cock with her tight little pussy, contracting and tightening it. My cock felt so comfortable in that warm and wet vagina. Every minute was an exquisite enjoyment, they were inseparable and both reached climax.

After that, we made love again, with her riding on top of me, and then we took a bath together. It's time to go out into the city and join hands again.

This day was very fulfilling. We walked hand in hand freely and intimately, not afraid of being seen by acquaintances. I saw my mother was very happy, and I was happy too. We visited places of interest and took photos. I told my mom that we would have a photo album that belonged to just the two of us, where we would keep our sweet memories. My mom was going to the shopping street introduced by the tour guide, where she would go on a shopping spree and buy gifts for everyone in the family. When you are tired, just take a rest at a roadside cafe. The winter sun is warm and gentle.

There were pairs of young lovers sitting there, kissing from time to time on the street. My mother and I followed them and did what young people love to do. At around 5pm, the sun was setting and we returned to the hotel. After taking a shower and taking a nap, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Get up, dress and go out to enjoy our nightlife.

We ate at a fancy restaurant and then visited the night market in the city. Christmas is coming, the streets are decorated with lights, crowded with people, and filled with a festive atmosphere. I stayed on the street until midnight before returning to the hotel. Had a cocktail in the hotel bar. Back to our suite.

She was in a good mood and seemed to want to play some tricks on me. She asked me to take a shower first because she had something to do. I didn't understand what she meant, but I followed her instructions, took a shower alone, and went to bed. When she went to take a shower, she told me to wait for her and not to "finish it (masturbate)" by myself. Of course I won't.

Forty minutes later, she came out, wearing a purple see-through nightgown and matching G-string panties. She was so sexy that my dick reacted instantly and stood up.

She asked me if I liked what she was wearing? I lifted the sheets, looked at the cock, and let her see it too. She smiled, then leaned on me and kissed me passionately. I have to admit that among all the girlfriends I have had, my mother is the best kisser.

She has always been a good kisser, except for that night when I kissed her for the first time. Her lips and teeth were chattering, and she timidly accepted my kiss forcefully, like a girl having her first kiss.

However, this kiss with my mother and the love that followed are our classic scenes, unforgettable for a lifetime.

We kept hugging and kissing, my hands covered her nipples, rubbing them gently, and kissing slowly. She buried her head between my legs again, sucking me. I was too hard and I wanted to change positions or I would come too soon. I took the initiative, pressed her down, and turned her over to lick her pussy. She would always say, "No!" and close her legs tightly. Then when I insisted on spreading her legs apart, she would let me.

Her little pussy was already wet, proving that she was burning with desire. I licked it a few times, and she became impatient and kept yelling at me to have sex with her quickly. Even though sex life is an indispensable thing between us, it is rare to hear my mother ask for sex. I heard her request, so I inserted my cock into her body and pumped it hard, but not too fast.

I would like to take it slow and keep the wonderful feeling inside her. Especially on this day, I feel very good, more excited and happy than ever before, it feels so good.

That little pair of panties, who improved women's panties or discovered the benefits of this design, it is really a great invention, you don't need to take it off when having sex. My mother was wearing her G-stringed underwear and flirted around the bed, making love with me. The thin rope called the crotch did not prevent me from entering and leaving, but it had no back, and the two round buttocks were in my control, touching or pinching.

The slender and soft fabric rubbed against my cock, and the doubled pleasure from the cock made me ejaculate first. But I won't let my mother get what she deserves. She lifted her cock with a 70-8-point hardness and continued to thrust. When my mother's orgasm also came, she fell beside her, hugged her, kissed her, caressed her, and continued the joy of sexual intercourse.

After this love, a break in half. My mother put a small piece of sanitary tampon in her crotch. I asked her curiously if her period was coming. If it was really that unfortunate, I would be glad for having that love just now, but I would be sorry for not having enough fun. She said that was used to suck me off.

We started to have a close relationship in September. In the past few months, we have never met or heard her mention her inconvenient days. I guess my mother may be in menopause at this age. Since I can sleep with her often, I admit that I am lovers, but I am always embarrassed to ask this very sensitive question.

But my mother's vagina is lubricated, her breasts and buttocks are still elastic, her sexual desire is as strong as the women I have ever met, and she actively pursues active sex life. What did she do when she is menopause?

Mom said, I want to play with my taste. I thought she suggested she would have sex in different positions next time. At this time, she took out a lubricant from the head of the bed and showed it to me, and I understood.

I asked her if she had used it before? She said, no, this is the first time. I asked her if she had thought it through. She said, she thought it through. She wanted to try every possible way with me. I asked her carefully, are you serious? It will hurt a lot.

She said, just do it, she completely trusts me, hand herself over to me, and believes that I will give her happiness.

I said, it’s just that I’m willing to do whatever I want me to do for you, and I’m willing to do it. She wants to wash and ask me to wait. When she came out, she took off her underwear.

I spread my arms to greet my mother in my arms, kissed her like a little girl, caressed her, and slightly stimulated her vagina, then flipped her body and lay on the bed, we could have sex in paparazzi style. She raised her buttocks high and looked towards me, so beautiful.

I knelt behind her, buried my face between her two butts, kissed her, licked her, and didn't let go of every inch. Her hands covered her breasts and kept squeezing them. I just realized that she had shaved all the hairs in her anus just now, and a faint fragrance radiated, just like everywhere in her body.

I squeezed out a little lubricant and applied it to her anus and my hands. Then I inserted four fingers into her one by one. Her reaction was like when I had sex for the first time. She didn't scream. I knew she would hurt, but I thought she would get pleasure in the pain, because she didn't exhale, but instead moaned quietly, and the kitten dripped love juice.

I said, it was really coming and asked her if she was ready. She said, I have been waiting for too long and told me to do it quickly. I applied lubricant to my dick and slowly placed it on my mom's entrance. He held my mother's waist with one hand and pushed her forward with the other. The glans must be very hard before it can break through the barrier and move forward. My mother trembled and screamed.

I asked her if she couldn't stand it. She told me not to stop and keep inserting. I knew that my mother had taken a deep breath and contracted her anus to accept me, but her rectum had the instinct to reject it, and she became a stalemate and nervous state. I use too much force and will wear away the membrane in the intestinal cavity. It took me three or four minutes to insert my entire cock into the pressing cavity, as if it was a fire.

Mom started crying. I said to her, Mom, you are crying, did I hurt you? If you feel pain, I will pull it out. She said, no, the pain will pass soon and the pleasure will come. I asked her if she really wanted to continue? She said, Oh, Jimmy, don't stop, don't stop. She said in a trembling voice. My dick was firmly inserted behind her, turned her head around and saw her appearance.

Her face was filled with tears and her hair was loose. She said again, don't stop, and she joked, asking me to do it in a solid manner, although every word is said with gritted teeth.

I started to squirm slowly inside her, and after a while, she relaxed, and the rhythm of contraction and retardation of anal mouth was turbulent in my heart. I believe that my mother was really enjoying the fun of the anus with me, so she gradually increased her speed and kept thrusting until I couldn't control it. So she told her that I was going to ejaculate. She said, hurry up, cum inside.

I thrust and pushed, and cumed into her. She felt me ​​ejaculate inside her, and she came. This was her second orgasm, and she had already been there for the first time when I inserted my finger.

We took a little rest and did some post-cleaning (anal sex is more troublesome). There was a blood stain on the bath towel. I felt heartbroken when I saw it and said to my mother, "Mom, you are bleeding. Let me see if it is broken."

"It's okay, don't look at it. Look at someone's butt, don't be afraid of being embarrassed."

"I feel heartbroken. Do you regret giving me there?" I kissed the tears on her face.

"I just regret it until now."

"Mom, you're very brave."

"I have no time left. I have to do things I have never done before while I can still have sex. I can't do it one day and find that I have never enjoyed many of the fun in the world, so I really regret it."

"Did I make you feel so painful?"

"You! I almost tore me apart. It's okay, we don't do it often."

Although my mother's buttocks are beautiful, I will never abuse those two hills. The anus is not durable than the pussy. If you use it too much, it will fall off, which will be troublesome. Besides, I think the "paparazzi style" is already exciting enough.

The flight was in the afternoon, and I suggested to sell her some European brand fashion and perfume when she had time. Mom said, she would rather sleep in bed for a while. I could tell that my mother was a little staggering when she entered and exited the bathroom, and I knew she would feel pain when she moved. My love for her became even deeper, hugging her in the bed, with endless words and never tired of kissing.

She said, I'm sorry, it's really a bit painful, I can't have sex anymore, if I want to do it, I can blow it for me.

I said to her, "Thank you, I'm very satisfied and I don't need to do anything more."

But she said that it was rare to have the opportunity to stay in bed with me, and she thought she could do another one with me. Her words touched and excited me. She not only asked me for my needs, but also thought about me and wanted me to get the greatest satisfaction from her body. She didn't have to do extra for me, and other women wouldn't be like this. My cock was raised high again and put a trouser under the sheet.

This is the first time we have intersected in a 69 position. Over the past few months, my mother has gradually adapted to oral sex, but her interest in "blowing" for me is greater than that of letting me "eat". When I want to lick her pussy, she is always Niunini. She has never tried it at the same time. You blow it and I lick it for you.

Now, her kitten was open and opened and sent to me. In order to gain time, she just kissed her, sucked her mouth wide, and then penetrated her tongue deep and teased her clitoris. My kiss made her crazy. However, from the pace of her sucking, I realized that she wanted to enjoy it slowly, so I slowed down and tried to extend the time for sex.

As a result, we were playing like children in bed, and it took more than an hour to ejaculate. Take a break and take a shower before you get on the road.

On the return trip, we were all exhausted, but very satisfied and happy. I'll take my mom home first and say hello to my dad. Mom gave him the gift and talked endlessly about everything she had done (except for things that I and she understood but could not say). I had to interrupt her and told my dad that I was tired and wanted to go home to rest.

After saying good night to my father, my mother took me out. At the door, she asked me to put the sexy nightgown and lingerie she bought into my closet. She pushed me to the corner and kissed me hotly. She thanked me for what I told my father just now, and for what I didn't say, for those things that only we know very well. Thank me for them. Then, I was asked to leave.

After returning from this trip, the Christmas holiday approached, the company was very busy, and there were many social engagements on Christmas. A few days before Christmas, my mother called the company and she hadn't met for a few days.

She asked me if I could meet tonight?

I said no, there is a client's Christmas ball tonight, and he will attend on behalf of the company.

She said she could take her with her. Tell dad it's a mother's night. After the dance party, you can go to my house, and it’s okay to stay late.

I said, Mom, I can't take you there. No one would take his mother to these occasions.

She said, Oh, I get it. I can't afford you.

I know she is here again. Say to mom, you know that I don’t mean that. I mean, if you don’t know those people, you are talking about business and company, and that occasion is not suitable for you.

She said, I understand, if I am with you, you will be ashamed. She started crying on the other end of the phone.

I said, Mom, don't do this. I love you, I miss you every day. However, I really can't get out of it. After Christmas, I will have more family time.

However, the family reunion on Christmas Eve, everyone is back. My younger brother and my wife both came back and stayed for a few days. We met because we met, but it was impossible to have sex. There are many people in the family, so we want to find a space, but we don’t have any intimate feelings. On the day of Christmas, while my father took a nap, my mother stole a free time to come to my house. We made a very passionate love on the kitchen table and the floor. It took two hours to finish the show to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

I told you all these almost trivial matters to let you understand that my mother and I have developed to a point where we are inseparable. After Christmas, it’s New Year’s Eve. I hope to have a moment with my mother that belongs to us.

(9) Love in New Year's Eve

My parents held a New Year’s Eve dance in their house.

Many guests came, all relatives and neighbors. I brought a female companion because I thought that my dad hadn't seen me with a woman for a long time, so it would be a good thing to bring a woman to him. She is my colleague and has just divorced recently. It’s nothing to do on New Year’s Eve, so I asked her to accompany me.

The dance party is quite lively, but I always worry about having sex with my mother. And that night, she was shining with bright light. She wore a tight black dress with low cuts and felt a lot of cleavage. The underwear, stockings, and high heels are all black. At the moment of the new year, I took the opportunity to have a wet kiss with her, but in the crowd, we can do this at most.

At four o'clock in the morning, I sent my female companion home. When she arrived at her house, she thanked me for taking her to the dance and she had a great time.

However, she said she was embarrassed and had not yet been able to further date the second man, etc. I said to her, it doesn't matter, I don't have that kind of thought.

Half an hour later, I went back to the dance. Most of the guests left, leaving only my mother, a couple living opposite her, and a cousin of my. He was seventeen years old and drunk too much. His parents left earlier, and he refused to leave, saying that he would go home later. His house is not far away, two streets away from my parents' house, so there is no problem.

I saw him pestering his mother to dance slow dance, while others were sitting on the sofa drinking and chatting. I saw this cousin once put his hands on my mother's butt. My mother said something to him, so he quickly moved his hand away and placed it on her back.

When the neighbor and his wife said goodbye, their father also said he was tired and wanted to sleep. I followed the trend and told my cousin that the dance party was over and I was going home. For safety reasons, I drove him back. My mother said that she didn't want to sleep yet, so she would stay for a while and drink an extra glass of wine. I told her that I would come back soon with her.

In less than fifteen minutes, I rushed back. I saw her take off her high heels, fold her legs and lean against the sofa. An aromatherapy oil lamp was lit on the coffee table. The familiar aphrodisiac smell and the romantic music broadcast on the record player were permeated in the living room. I sat beside her, put her hand in my hand and held it. The first sentence was to ask her if her father had slept.

"He had already returned to the room, and I think he was asleep," she said.

"Mom, you know that this is the moment I'm waiting for the whole night." I told her gently in her ear.

"So, my dear," she replied, then leaning over her face and sucked me in a French-style kiss.

I said, the car is parked outside and we can go to my home.

She said, she was too tired and didn't want to move.

I asked her, "So, you don't want to move, do something else?"

She said, "Silly, what else do I want to do?"

"Here?"

"Yes, right here."

She used clever techniques to remove her bra from under the skirt without having to take off her skirt first. Then lift up the skirt and take off the underwear. Then he leaned on me, pulled out his pants and took out my cock and started sucking. But I helped her up and asked her to sit on my lap. I want to kiss her, like a passionate seed, my dear and beloved lover.

By this time, I am no longer in a hurry to have sex. What I need is to enjoy the romantic mood of spending New Year's Eve with the woman I love deeply.

So we kissed again and caressed each other.

I said, "Mom, you are very good at kissing."

She said, "You are the first person to tell me. I thought I didn't know how to kiss. It takes two people to do it. I don't understand why when I'm with you, it's like a kissing fish, and our mouths stick together and can't be separated. Jimmy, you make me kiss well, because when you kiss me, I feel that someone loves me."

"Mom, I love you."

I kissed her, caressed her breasts and the blooming flower stem, covered it with my hands and gently kneaded it. Her chest breathing was rising and falling. I reached out into her long skirt, and deep between my legs, it was wet, and I made a way out, and my fingers looked for the source of nourishing the fragrant grass. Open her labia minora and visit her clitoris.

The reaction and a cry on her face, I knew I had picked it. My fingers started to thrust in her. These are the first things I do when I love my mom. She said, don't try too hard. I asked why? She said she was particularly sensitive to the place tonight.

We kept kissing until she felt she had enough kisses and pushed my tongue out of her mouth with her tongue. She made a weird expression at me, lifted her skirt, slowly sinking her body, and landed on my cock until my cock completely sank into the kitten. We didn't move, looked at each other quietly, and then she kissed me gently, smiled at me, and said Happy New Year to me.

We hugged and kissed again. My mother was riding a horse, riding me, shaking and shaking. We were all so excited that I ejaculated soon, and my mother also ejaculated.

I remember a month ago, my mom and I had a blowjob in the kitchen. I admit that I was very nervous at that time, and I always felt that my dad was in a corner, watching me having sex with my mom. In fact, it may be that I was suspicious of being a dark ghost. I suspected that my mother's drowning actions in any corner of the house were all peeped at him. Now, in the living room, it is a place that is easier to discover.

I felt that my dad seemed to be present, and everything my mom and I did was seen in his eyes. I said to my mother guiltily: We are doing nonsense at home, will we catch up with my father?

She said, no.

"I think he seems to know about us."

"Don't be suspicious."

"It's not suspicious. I think my dad seems to know a lot."

"Will he know? He is sleeping like a dead pig now."

"I hope one day, we don't have to worry about exposing it to my dad."

Mom said that as long as you are careful in everything, he will not know.

And I had an idea in my mind that I didn't dare to say it out. I have more and more reason to believe that my dad won’t know. We hung up the phone every day, had frequent trysts, and we dressed up beautifully with our mother for me. I also realized that my mother was full of spring breeze, so how could my father not see it? Moreover, it is very likely that my mother can easily find the opportunity to have a tryst with me.

I can't spin around this idea anymore, otherwise my dick won't be able to raise my head. I told her that I saw my cousin being frivolous to her and grabbed her ass. She laughed and asked if I was jealous. I admit it. I told her that it was my turn to be jealous of her this time. She burst into laughter again.

I said, "If he wasn't drunk, he would have fantasized about having sex with you and thugs."

"Are you still jealous of him? Who can have sex with your mom tonight? He is so pitiful." She teased me.

"Mom, you are becoming more and more sexy. Those young men can't stand your attraction, and they are all fascinated by you. I understand now, I have many competitors, too."

"Jimmy, you're saying too much swearing."

"Mom, are you reminding me to do it now?"

I kissed her again, pressed her on the sofa, lifted up her long skirt, and pulled off the panties she had just put on, and had a second round of love with her. She called to stop, but I refused. She turned her breath and asked me to be careful not to stain her skirt.

I simply took her hand, pulled her into the bathroom, and locked the door. I took off all my clothes and it was not very comfortable to have sex while wearing them. My mother also took off her skirt and underwear, leaving only stockings. The bathroom space is small, but there is a door to close, so my dad's eyes can't be staring at me. I can also relax and have a crush on my mother.

My lust was rising like a tide, and it was caused by that little cousin. I remember that when my life was empty and boring, I felt burning with desire when I didn’t have her pussy.

We kissed naked and my mother's body was so hot that she was so hot that she was full of desire. I picked up my mother, let her back against the wall, and slowly landed her on the cock as hard as an iron rod. I buried my face on her breasts, her legs wrapped around me and tightly clasped. Her stockings rubbed against my ass. She kept saying, asking me to fuck her hard.

I did my best to bring happiness to my mother. The sound of my bodies colliding with each other (the wall also shaking for this), I gasped quickly, and moaned quietly with my mother. The orgasm of sex broke out in both of us at the same time. My mother's lower abdomen and thighs were stuck to my semen. I picked her up and put it in a small bathtub to wash away the dirt.

She also pulled me in and washed me. Although the bathtub is small, it can only allow the two of us to squeeze together, but it does not hinder our interest in bathing together. After our little separation, we were inseparable from the scene, touching each other's bodies and kissing them endlessly. Finally, my mother gave me a blowjob, swallowed every drop of semen, and wiped it off with the back of her hands and licked it with her tongue.

My mother took me out and said goodbye to the gate. We are attached and refuse to separate. As the sky gradually became brighter, we wish each other. My mother hopes to be with me every minute this year. I promised her that I would try my best to be a good lover and treat her well.

Over the past few months, my mom and I have opened up a new world of sex. We have done everything that men and women can do. I never let my girlfriend tie me up, but now I regard my 55-year-old mother as a fixed sexual partner. No one who knows me can believe it. But I didn't feel at all because I tasted the benefits of falling in love with my mother.

She is mature and sophisticated, more thoughtful than me, which calms my mood. Women in love also like her men to coax her. That is my specialty, and my mother is the most caring woman in my love history.

From the physical perspective, my mother is no longer young and her figure is not at the peak of a woman. So what? She is willing to dedicate her body to you, and she has no way to make love and refuses to do it with you. Every time she goes to bed, you are satisfied and has nothing to say to her. She also understood that I was satisfied with her in terms of sex life. She was more confident in her skills in making love, and she became more dedicated to me. Okay, after this, you can imagine why a man would give up his life among women for his mother's sake and feel that he is in blessing.

Because one night, I made a bold request to her, and my mother threw it into her arms, which was the blessing given to me by God. So far, I can only say that sleeping with my mother is the best thing in my life. My mother and I are in love. As the new year approaches, what new developments will my mother and I have on the road to falling in love? I believe good things will continue to come, and then I will share those sweet and warm events with all my colleagues.