Right from the start of the video, Mom began stroking my penis, but her eyes remained fixed on the screen.
Just as the film showed the mother turning over, kneeling on the bed, and raising her hips, asking her son to enter from behind, Mom also got up and imitated the mother on the screen, kneeling on the sofa, lifting her hips to reveal her pubic hair-covered slit.
“Come, Xiao Jun, do it with me.”
I immediately understood, lifted my penis, and with a "plop" sound, inserted it into Mom's pussy.
"Ah... ah... good... son... Mom feels... so comfortable... I guessed right... this position... is indeed wonderful... ah.... so thrilling.."
On the TV screen, the mother was moaning wildly, and my own mother was also desperately letting out lewd sounds, the debauchery intertwining into an indescribable scene. This stimulation was truly extraordinary.
"Ah... ah... zzi... zzi... ah... ah... zzi... zzi..." "Mom... you're amazing... how... did you come up with this... idea... so amazing... so awesome..."
Then on the screen, the mother turned sideways and lifted her right leg onto her son, with the son's penis entering from the side. 'Mom... come...' I also changed positions, but the sofa wasn't wide enough, so I simply lifted her directly onto the floor.
Mom's right leg. With a 'plop' sound, it re-entered Mom's pussy.
"Ah... ah... mm... Jun... this position... is so beautiful too... ah... zzi... zzi... dear son... Mom loves
"I'm dying... good... you're fucking me to death..."
"Mom... you're amazing... so slutty... your son likes it... do you feel good...?" "Ah... mm... Mom feels good... Mom feels so good... being fucked so well by her own son... faster... again..."
Due to the position, it wasn't suitable for rapid thrusting. Just then, the mother and son on the screen switched back to the normal position. I promptly lifted my mom's other leg, placing both on my shoulders, and began thrusting vigorously.
"Good... ah... Mom wants... son... Mom wants... to do me... faster... faster... ah.... ah..."
At this moment, following the TV drama's plot again, I lifted my mother entirely. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I stood up, thrusting into her pussy while suspended in the air.
"Ah... ah... zzi... zzi... dear son... the videotape didn't... didn't lie... it really feels so good... ah...
Mom's pussy... almost... can't take it anymore... ah... oh my god... son... Mom's flying... feels like flying
Ah... ah... oh God...快...快出来了...ah...ah...it's...it's coming out...it's yours...dear son
Son..." Mom's body, I stopped thrusting. Mom's legs still tightly gripped my waist. The mother and son on TV seemed to finish earlier than us; the scene had already changed.
"Good son, can you let Mom down now?"
I gently laid her down and also gently withdrew my penis.
"Ah... gently... a little gentler... mm..." The pussy after climax was quite sensitive.
"Mom, does it feel good?"
"Jun, Mom feels very comfortable, thank you!" Mom kissed me once.
"Mom, little wet pussy Mom, your moaning makes me so excited! I’m so satisfied too."
“But, aren’t you still not ejaculating?”
"Mom, actually, my pleasure lies in the process of having sex with Mom, not the ending. Do you understand? Otherwise, masturbation would be enough; why would we still need sex?"
"Really? As long as you're really satisfied, that's all that matters."
"Mom, honestly, have you really not had sex at all these past dozen-plus years? But how could you have so many ideas about sex?"
"Idiot! Why would Mom lie to you? Of course! Mom does business and socializes outside, and there are always many big bosses pursuing her. But as long as I get close to those well-dressed men with slicked-back oily hair, no matter how much perfume they have on, I can always smell that stench on them, and no matter how well they hide it, that lecherous look can never be concealed. Mom feels disgusted when she sees it, but for business, I still have no choice but to socialize with them, sigh!"
"Mom, I’ve really wronged you." I kissed my mother’s hair tenderly.
"Jun, over these more than ten years, Mom has also relied on masturbation to satisfy her needs. Only today did I fully realize that the difference between masturbation and real intercourse is simply worlds apart. Do you know? Mom isn't full of ideas; it's just that Mom also reaches climax through sexual fantasy."
"Oh! Then... who is the person you usually fantasize about?"
"Ah! Kid, why ask Mom that!" Mom cooed again.
"Tell me, I want to know." I also kept teasing her.
"Mm... I told you it was okay... but... I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
"What are you afraid of? Just say it, I promise I won't eat cool stuff."
“It’s not... not that problem... it’s just... sigh... alright... Mom originally still wanted to keep a little secret”
, forget it, maybe... maybe... it's fate... Okay, Xiao Jun, when I saw the contents of your diary, actually.
..Actually, Mom wasn’t startled; she was happy, excited, and at a loss for what to do. Because... because when you were in middle school, one time Mom accidentally saw your... your dick, and was shocked. She didn’t expect that at only fourteen, it would already be that big. Mom couldn’t help but masturbate in the room. 」
"Mom... you're saying... the person you fantasize about is me... liar!"
“You’re such a fool. That year, when you first masturbated with Mom’s underwear and soiled Mom’s underwear with your cum, you didn’t even clean it properly before putting it back. It was Mom’s own intimate clothing—how could I not notice? And there was another time you wore Mom’s underwear to sleep and forgot to take it off. When Mom called you up in the morning, she found that the lace mesh on the underwear had been stretched and torn by you. The next day you even put it back as if nothing had happened. Such a fool.”
Having her youthful embarrassments exposed by her mother left her momentarily speechless.
"Mom had originally thought that was just a natural phenomenon during a boy's puberty. After that, she became busy with her career for years and had no mind to keep observing. Even when a few pairs of underwear occasionally went missing, she didn't pay attention, thinking that once you were past puberty it would be fine. But after reading your diary that day, I realized that your love for Mom had never changed; in fact, it had only grown stronger, and it stirred up again... my sexual fantasies about you. Actually, ever since that time I fantasized about you raping Mom and reached orgasm from it, Mom had gotten used to you. Every time I thought about it, it was you. If you don't believe me, Mom will show you something, and then you'll understand."
As Mom spoke, she fondled my penis again: 'Until yesterday, it was the second time seeing your penis, thicker and bigger than in middle school.'
"Mom, from now on we won’t need to use masturbation to solve it anymore, right?"
“Of course. With a son who loves me so much and is so... skilled at... fucking holes, why would Mom need to rely on her hands and fantasies to finish...”
Enough.' Mom said and in one go took my penis into her mouth.
"Mom... wait... wait... what are you saying you want to show me?"
“Wait a moment.” Mom let go of my penis and went into the room.
I usually only rummage through the cabinet where Mom keeps her bras and panties, never knowing Mom had so many secrets. After a while, Mom came out, holding three books in her hands.
"Ai! Xiaojun, we mother and son are truly a match made in heaven. Guess what this is?"
I immediately guessed it: diary, Mom's diary... Could it be... Oh my God! Could such a thing happen?
"Xiaojun, you only wrote one book, but Mom has already written three over these years. Tell me, aren’t we mother and son a pair with perfect understanding?"
Mother-Son Diary (4 - End)
I casually opened one of them; the date was from my freshman year of college, and it said:
"Xiaojun, Mom did it again last night, your thick thing fiercely thrust into Mom’s little hole, oh, so beautiful, Mom so wishes this weren’t fantasy, but real......"
I opened another, newer one, dated just last week, which read:
"Xiaojun, you say you don’t have a girlfriend, but Mom doesn’t believe it. Your conditions are so good, Mom doesn’t believe you don’t have a girlfriend. Mom is so jealous, so reluctant to part with you. Mom loves you; will you look down on Mom? Do you think Mom has a psychological problem? Mom is so afraid you’ll find out, but also wants you to know. Come and hug Mom quickly! Mom loves you madly. Mom is willing to give herself to you. Mom’s body was already yours long ago. Waiting for you, Mom so hopes that one day you will come inside, strip Mom’s clothes off, just like what Mom thinks in her heart, use your penis to possess me, possess Mom, rape Mom, penetrate Mom’s little hole.........."
Seeing this, I looked up at Mom. Her face was already flushed, shy yet affectionate, her eyes seductive as she watched my reaction. Our mother-son默契 had reached such a level that no more words were needed. I lifted Mom's chin, and she immediately closed her eyes. I kissed her moist, tempting lips.
"Mm... zi... mm... zi..."
Mom's tongue passionately entered my mouth, stirring around, then later sucking my tongue into her mouth, her hands and legs tightly wrapped around my body.
"Mm... mm... mm... huf..." Being kissed passionately by Mom on her own initiative, the feeling of kissing Mom myself was completely
Yet different, I fully felt my mother's love and desire.
The kiss lasted a full ten minutes before Mom reluctantly pulled away from my lips, yet it reignited our desire.
We didn't say anything more. With one exchanged glance, Mom turned over and lay prone on the examination pillow, raising her buttocks, spreading her thighs, letting me see her pink little hole more clearly. So beautiful, so beautiful, completely fresh and tender, white with a hint of red, not like the dark and ugly holes in pornographic pictures. Mom's pubic hair was soft, fine, and dense, feeling as comfortable as lush green grass to the touch. Enchanted, I lowered my head to kiss it, lick it. Just as Mom could no longer bear it, I held her plump buttocks and, with a 'squelch' sound, inserted my penis into Mom's dripping wet little hole.
That day, Mom and I had sex continuously. Mom came again and again, and because she told me it was her safe period, I also ejaculated into her vagina without any hesitation, scalding her womb—the place that once nurtured me. Mom's bold, lewd moans seemed never to stop; she shouted out all the obscene words she knew, and with my guidance, it became even more depraved to the extreme.
Such a woman, my own biological mother, a completely liberated sexual partner—I was already convinced in my heart that the ultimate sexual pleasure was all here. What more could I ask for from some celestial beauty?
Our mother-son intercourse didn't pause until 10 PM. Our fluids were almost drained. The sofa, the floor, Mom's and my bed—everywhere bore traces of our debauchery, especially on my bed, scattered with pubic hair that fell out after Mom and I had intense sex.
After having some snacks, the mother and son of us embraced and fell asleep together.
The next morning when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a pair of full buttocks, wearing a tiny pink thong, tightly wrapping the protruding flesh in the middle, with a deep crevice splitting the flesh in the middle. 'Oh... Mom... good... morning.' Mom was straddling me, sucking my penis. I was also being...
Woken up like this.
"Mm... morning... child... mm..." Mom said and then sucked it in again.
I let my mother handle me, just reaching out both hands to guide her plump buttocks toward my face, and also started licking that narrow slit through her panties.
"Mom... didn't you say... starting today... we'd go back to our usual way of getting along?"
"Mom forgot today was Sunday. Sundays won't be part of our agreement anymore; days off belong to us. Okay?" Mom rolled over and lay on top of me.
“Of course it’s good!” I was more than willing.
Another beautiful morning; once again we ate breakfast only after a wild round of sex.
That day, we tidied up the house, and Mom moved all her underwear into my room. Then she played a game with me: she strung several long ropes in my room and asked me to step out.
After a while he called me in. As soon as I entered the room, I was attracted by the spectacular scene before my eyes. It turned out that Mom had hung up all her panties, one by one. I counted them—there were at least over a hundred pairs of all kinds, colorful and sexy. Mom’s clever little tricks were really numerous, and in fact this was only one of many ways she used to add a bit of fun to the mother-son relationship.
Only after Mom mentioned it did I realize that these were also among the projects her company managed.
I only knew my mom's company dealt in garment import and export, but I never imagined it included women's underwear. No wonder Mom had so many fancy bras and panties.
After Mom's explanation, I understood that these few pieces of fabric could have such big differences. The underwear Mom wore was all high-quality material, each piece costing from several hundred to several thousand yuan. The set of red lingerie she specially bought for me yesterday actually cost over eight thousand yuan. Curiously, I repeatedly touched it and compared it with other similar panties, only then realizing there truly was a world of difference in texture—no matter how you kneaded it, it wouldn't wrinkle.
And actually, my mother had ulterior motives in introducing these to me, which I didn't find out until the next morning.
While introducing them to me, Mom also acted as a model, putting each piece on one by one. When she asked me to try touching the fabric, I was both caressing Mom and feeling the material. That sensation was truly intoxicating.
That day, aside from Mom constantly changing her panties and bras, we were almost completely naked together the whole time. To prevent me from getting tired of seeing her body in the future and to maintain the thrill of temptation, Mom always kept a set of underwear on. I actually agreed with her perspective—the allure of being half-hidden is definitely more stimulating than being fully nude.
Later, besides leaving on one set of clothes, Mom put away everything else, folding it neatly one piece at a time. Bras and panties were arranged separately into more than ten stacks and placed on top of my bookshelf. But what puzzled me was that she also pasted labels of 1...2...3...4...5..... in front of each stack. I asked her why, but she playfully only said
Two words: "secret......secret."
Before sleeping, we still had a fierce bout of sex before returning to our respective rooms to sleep.
The next day, we all kept the agreement. After Mom woke me up, she went to work as usual.
After finishing grooming and preparing to go out, I suddenly remembered my and Mom's new secret... diary. After Mom revealed her secret diary to me yesterday, she told me:
"Jun, from now on we mother and son will use that newly bought diary as our secret. Mom has already promised you that every day... every day will give you... give you.... oh my! I can't say it! You understand is fine. But Mom is also worried
You have sex with Mom every day; your body won’t be able to take it. Women are different from men—men don’t have enough semen, and their spirits won’t be good either. Besides.... Mom really likes the feeling of your warm semen shooting into Mom’s body. In the future, every month Mom will write my menstrual cycle on your desk calendar. During the safe period, you can rest assured and shoot it into Mom’s... ...vagina, but during the ovulation period you need to wear a condom. Mom cur
If you still can’t get pregnant, then in a few years, after Mom ends the business and we leave this city and arrange everything, Mom won’t be afraid anymore, okay? But Mom can’t conveniently buy condoms for you, so you should buy them yourself. Buy more and keep them on hand.
Mom leaves a message in our diary every day on what to do. You'll know when you read the message.'
Thinking of what Mom said, I hurried back to my room and opened the diary on the table. The new page read: 'Jun, for the sake of your health, Mom is going to give you a challenge. From now on, Mom will leave a riddle for you every day, like a treasure hunt. Follow the clues in the messages to solve the puzzles. Only when you solve them will Mom give her body to you. If you can't solve them or miss the deadline, it won't count...'
Seeing this, I truly admired Mom. Being able to manage a company for so many years, she was no ordinary woman. Her ideas were not only numerous but always unexpected. More importantly, she made our mother-son sexual life incredibly fun. I couldn't help but sigh: if all couples in the world had half the fun Mom did, how could there be unhappy pairs? To have a woman like Mom, what more could one ask for?
I then continued reading.
“...Okay, today's riddle is---Northern Hemisphere, 75, Southern Hemisphere, 18----that's all, dear”
My beloved son, go seek treasure!
Oh my God! What is this? North latitude? South latitude? East longitude? West longitude? But even with such coordinates, there wouldn’t be such a map! My mind was in knots, and I still couldn’t figure it out when I left home.
During my lunch break, I went over yesterday's events again, trying to see if I could find any clues. Mom was really slick, what kind of question was that!
Suddenly, I thought of it.
In the afternoon I rushed home impatiently, went into the room to look at my mother’s masterpiece from yesterday: those rows of underwear and panties with numbers stuck on them. The northern hemisphere refers to the bra above; 75 is the fifth item in the seventh row. The southern hemisphere is the triangle panties on the bookshelf below; 18 is the eighth item in the first row.
Sure enough, I first took out the bra from the seventh row, fifth piece. Inside was夹着一张纸条,写着:
「21:00」
Time found. I took out the eighth pair of panties from the first row; it was an extremely provocative black lace underwear. Inside was also a note, which read:
「Do you like this panty ？ Mom will wear it for you. Kitchen 」
Mom wants me to bring this pair of panties to the kitchen at nine tonight.
After Mom came back, I deliberately pretended to be anxious, casting pleading glances at her during the meal. Mom still didn't break our agreement, but while clearing the dishes, she gently pinched my nose and said, 'Silly!' Finally, it was almost nine o'clock. Seeing Mom enter the kitchen, I put the pair of panties in my pocket and followed her in. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I spoke first: 'Mom, I'm so hungry, is there anything to eat?'
I saw the delight on Mom's face when she saw me enter instantly turn into disappointment.
"Okay, you go wait outside first; I'll cook something for you to eat." Mom's voice even seemed to become very depressed. Just as Mom turned around to light the stove, I took out that pair of underpants, hugged her from behind, and held it up in front of Mom.
"Okay! You’re bullying Mom... teasing me on purpose... so bad..." Mom said in a burst of delight, full of coquettish complaint.
"Mom, since you’re so clever, how could your son be stupid!"
"Jun... Mom has confidence in you, but... you're so bad! You teased Mom the whole night and made Mom worry."
"Who told you to come up with such a strange question? Fine, keep your word then!" I handed the briefs to Mom. Right in front of me, Mom took off her clothes piece by piece, then put on that black lace pair of briefs.
After a round of caressing, I turned Mom's body around, pulled her panties down to her thighs, parted her legs, held my penis, and from behind, with a 'squelch' sound, inserted it into Mom's pussy.
"Ah... dear son... mom loves you to death... so clever... as expected... ah... you're mom's biological son... mm.
..Fuck it... solve the puzzle... Mom is... her own son’s... cunt... ah... cunt is so beautiful... ah...
My dear son... your dick is so thick... so long... ah... it's hitting inside... ah... you feel so good, Mom...
...ah...ah... go on... fuck me hard... fuck Mom hard... Mom really likes you fucking me......」
After thrusting for a while, we changed from standing to mom kneeling on the floor tiles, after another while I carried mom to the washbasin counter, thrusting hard.
And so, my mother and I completed another sexual intercourse filled with passion and pleasure.
Before sleeping, I was filled with anticipation, looking forward to another climax tomorrow.
In this atmosphere filled with challenge and excitement, we, mother and son, tirelessly enjoyed daily intercourse.
Of course, it's not really like this every day. Sometimes when she's unwell or too tired from work, although she still quizzes me as agreed, I deliberately pretend not to guess to let her rest. And Mom, of course, understands, feeling touched by my care and consideration. The deep, intimate love between us mother and son has long transcended ordinary male-female relationships based on sex for love.
But the endless stream of ideas my mom came up with really impressed me. Sometimes simple, sometimes difficult, but for the sake of the pleasures of life, she really put a lot of thought into it. A simple example: once she only wrote 'ice' in her diary, and after I found the ice trays in the freezer compartment of the refrigerator and melted the little ice cubes one by one inside them, I found a note written with a marker in one of the cubes, saying:
“These ice cubes aren’t enough to extinguish the fire of mother-and-son passion. Mom needs you. At ten o’clock tonight, Mom will wait for you in the room.” One rather difficult time was quite commendable to me; for example, once Mom wrote in her diary:
「X-1023
00:56:38」
I couldn't figure it out no matter how hard I thought—what does X-1023 represent? 00:56:38—is that a time? 12:56 AM.
Thirty-eight seconds? Impossible. We still have to unlock X-1023 first.
I finally, because of the letter X, shifted my search target towards the sexual aspect and finally found a videotape labeled 'Lustful Mother' among a pile of videotapes on the bookshelf. The serial number on it was exactly X-1023, so 00:56:38 should be...
It should be playback time. So I rewound the recorder to zero and pressed fast-forward. The numbers on the recorder spun rapidly until 00:56:38, where I pressed pause, only seeing the subtitle on the screen:
“After dinner, Mom will be waiting in the room for you, you have to come, okay!”
It was a scene in the film where the mother was making advances toward her son.
Puzzle games like this make me feel that even if I can't solve it, I'm willing, and solving it brings even more pleasure. Once, I solved the puzzle just as time ran out. That time, Mom's message only had the two letters 'PC'. Of course, I immediately thought of a computer, so as soon as I got home, I turned on the computer to look for the answer. But after searching through all the erotic pictures and articles I had collected, I still couldn't find it. Later, I thought of searching by date; maybe Mom had created a new text file and hidden it in that directory. So I locked the date to the past few days, but I was also afraid Mom might have changed the date after creating it. Finally, I found one, but it was a directory, not a file—a directory named MyDe. I excitedly opened it, only to find a bunch of subdirectories starting with 'a'.
Only after looking through everything did I realize that only the arS directory had something in it; the others were all empty. I thought to myself, Mom must have set up who knows how many layers of subdirectories, but the answer would eventually appear. I finally opened the last directory called irty, and inside there was also a text file.
Finally unlocked, but when I opened this text file, the words inside read:
"Come on! You're almost through!"
Oh my God! What is all this!
I tried hard to search for clues again, but it was still useless. I couldn't help but curse Microsoft's Win95 system for being terrible.
, so I left the Win95 screen, jumped to DOS and searched again. When I went through them one by one again, I still found nothing.
When obtaining it, suddenly noticed a string of words on the screen:
c:mydearsonmomwantyou*mei bathroomatseven-thirty
I had a sudden idea: copy it down and go back to Win95, because in Win95 you could set the directory size.
Write, but under DOS you can’t see it. So I combined all the directories together, and the result was:
c:MydearSonMomWantYouFucKMei BathRoomatSeven-thirty
Spacing it out is:
My Dear Son. Mom Want You Fuck Me in Bathroom, at Seven-thirty.
A genius! Mom really is such a genius.
At that moment, I realized it was exactly 7:30. Just before going in, Mom playfully patted my head and said, 'Good luck!'
I immediately took off all my clothes and pushed open the bathroom door, but Mom was sitting fully clothed beside the bathtub, smiling at me. "Fun, right?" Mom said playfully with a smile.
"Mom, you little trickster!" I picked her up and started taking off her clothes.
"Child, help Mom take a bath, okay?"
"Okay!" After I took off Mom's clothes, I started helping her cover her whole body with soap, and I also smeared soap all over my erect penis.
After applying soap, without a word, I held onto my mother's ample buttocks and inserted my penis into her vagina from behind, beginning to thrust.
"Ah... mm... ah..." Mom braced both hands on the bathtub, and from time to time looked back with seductive eyes, affectionately looking
I.
"Ah... Jun... good boy... you... helping mom wash like this... bathe... or washing mom's pussy..."
After only thrusting a few times, from Mom's pussy, many bubbles were brought out with each thrust in and out. Soon, our lower parts were almost completely covered in soap suds.
"Ah... Jun... is it okay?... Mom... is already ready... ah..."
I understand what Mom means; this scene is one we read together in the novel.
The son, in the bathroom, uses a penis covered in soap to penetrate his mother's anus and have anal sex.
I know Mom has been eager to try, wanting to know what it feels like.
"Mom, you need to endure it a little!" Mother wants to give me her anus; perhaps that is also another expression of love. Women all want to give their first time to the person they love most.
I pulled my penis out of her vagina and lifted it up, gently pressing it against that cluster of anal rosebuds.
“I’m here... Mom...” I gently pushed it in, guiding the glans in with the lubrication of soap.
"Ah... it hurts... it hurts so much... stop... stop for a moment..." Mom cried out in pain. I immediately stopped, and in fact only the tip had gone in.
"Mom, seeing how uncomfortable you are, let’s not do it, okay?" I said as I was about to pull out.
"Don't... good son... it's okay... this is just like a girl's breaking her maidenhead... it'll be fine in a moment... besides
...Mom is sincere about wanting to give her first time... and even every time after that... to my dearest son...
Take it slow... mommy can handle it... come on... slowly push it in again...
Alright! Since Mom says so, I'll slowly push forward again.
"Mm... ah... ah... gent... gentle..." Mom was trying very hard to endure.
I thought to myself, maybe it's like tearing off a Salonpas patch—the slower you tear, the more it hurts. So, I thrust in with all my might, disregarding everything.
"Ah... Jun... you bad..." The penis had already entered all the way into mom's anus.
This feeling of being tightly enveloped by the flesh walls is really very comfortable. After a while...
"Jun... Mom finally gave you her first time... From now on, Mom will forever be yours... Are you comfortable?"
"Mom, I’m very comfortable, but I don’t want you to suffer this kind of pain."
"No way... come on... try moving... Mom那里 feels a little itchy..."
So I started pumping in and out.
"Mm... mm... Mom... it's starting to feel a bit... ah... a bit numb... but... ah... also a bit comfortable
...ah... weird... son... your dick is inside Mom's ass... but... Mom's pussy... is so...
'Comfortable... ah...'
While thrusting, I reached my fingers down into Mom's pussy, moving them in and out and kneading her clitoris.
"Ah... so... so beautiful... good son... this feeling... is too thrilling... Heavens... heavens... Jun... Mom
Mom... both holes... you've done them... ah... ah... son... dear son... Mom's going crazy...
You're amazing... so good at fucking..."
After thrusting for a while, I suddenly pulled out, then inserted into Mom's vagina again.
"Ah... Jun... you don't like mom's... new pussy?"
"Mom... I love it to death... but you have two pussies now... both of them have to... that's only fair..."
"Ah... mm... truly my dear son... Mom loves you... dear mom loves dear dear son... no... not..."
"It's dear Mommy's... little pussy loves dear son's meat rod thrusting... ah... ah... so wonderful..." My penis shuttled back and forth between the two fleshy holes, thrusting into the top one for a while, then the bottom one. I thrust Mom until she almost fainted.
Finally, I thrust with all my might, ejaculating my semen into my mother's vagina.
"Ah... it's gone... Mom gave it to you..." Mom also reached climax.
Thanks to Mom's efforts in creating romance, the sexual life between us mother and son not only didn't become tiresome but grew sweeter and sweeter. And because we adjusted appropriately, even when we went out together, we never showed any oddities. Mom would often give me special praise after we returned from outings, allowing me to have sex with her without needing to solve any puzzles.
We never intended to run away and get married. On one hand, our tacit understanding kept us from being suspected; on the other hand, Mom said that once we married, we would no longer be mother and son, but husband and wife. The incestuous sex between mother and son—we both enjoyed the thrill of defying worldly morals. So, having sex under the guise of a biological mother-son relationship is more exciting than a husband-wife relationship. We both love this stimulation and share the blood of incest.
Later, we took advantage of the summer vacation and planned a month-long trip, and about this trip, how on a night at some scenic spot in Taiwan, we had wild sex by the sea. How, in the restroom of a train at some off-peak hour, I lifted Mom’s skirt and inserted it into Mom’s pussy. And how we left traces of our mother-son love in major hotels and inns—this is yet another story............。
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