This is a story with a story about my beautiful and sexy mother, a story of love and sacrifice.
I was born in the seventies, my hometown is in the south of China, a small town, mountains and beautiful water, listen to the old generation of people speak up, as if in the Southern Song Dynasty, ? I was born in the seventies in a small town in the south of China, with beautiful mountains, and I heard from the old generation that it was during the Southern Song Dynasty.
Because of the neighboring ethnic minorities, after centuries of reproduction, although the main living habits are still Han Chinese, but also accepted a number of border aboriginal customs, for example, the newlyweds will go to the temple to worship a stout wooden stake painted in the shape of a tiger’s head, to pray for peace and fertility (later learned from the book, that is only a primitive genital worship of the legacy of ?), and the husband will give his wife a silver collar, and so on , as well as the husband giving his new wife a silver collar, and so on and so forth ……
My mother’s name was Fannie Minnie. At a very young age she had lost her happy career as a teenager, learning? to get pregnant and give birth. Dad had taken my mother’s virginity by seducing her at a bonfire when she was fifteen, thus giving birth to me. And on their wedding night, my sister was? s birth.
My father worked in the mines and was quite the macho man (as almost all men back home are). After he was promoted to a small chief, he got into the habit of drinking, and often drank until he was unconscious and was helped to bed by mom, me, and the rest of the family. But he didn’t scold the family when he drank too much, so in relation to the rest, it’s safe to say that he was actually nice to mom (at least compared to the rest of the town), and it was obvious that mom loved ? Dad, or one could also say, “is somehow respected.”
However, I often felt as if my mom was a little melancholy. Of course, at that time, I didn’t really understand what it was? What? Our family’s circumstances were moderate compared to other families, and my mother never had to go out to work to finance the family’s expenses.
Whenever I could, I used to help my mom. Dad’s constant presence in the mines made it natural for Mom and I to be closer, and she would often come to me for help with things; I, in turn, would often try to cheer her up.
I could tell that my mom liked having me by her side, which somewhat alleviated the boredom of running the household.
Dad was always leaving early and coming home late, and eight or nine times out of ten he came back in a sinful drunken stupor. I think the romance was long gone from their marriage, and most of the time, he was busy. He’s busy. Most of the time, he would be busy doing work, or having meetings, and then drinking, in which case mom was actually very lonely. However, I believe that Dad still loves Mom, and they still joke around with each other or tease each other sometimes, but that kind of romance that they had when they were first married is rare …… simply rare.
I started working after high school (few of us went to college back then) and, at the same time, got a job driving a cab for someone else, hoping to have extra money to supplement the family. As you can imagine, though, I didn’t have much time for girlfriends or socializing in the way that normal young boys do.
There is no Dot in my life? , sometimes it will be good, sometimes it will feel bad, just like a normal person.
In the evenings, when the rest of the family had gone to bed, my mom and I used to sit together at the kitchen table and talk, and I knew that my mom loved having me with her …… Just like that, over time, my mom and I became very close, and she would even hug? me and whisper to me that my presence was like the sun shining in her life.
I was a precocious child and knew things that at my age should have been only a vague notion. I was a precocious child, aware of things that at my age should have been mere concepts. As soon as I turned sixteen, I began to look at my mother in a new light, and I realized that she was in fact a woman, and a very beautiful one at that.
Mom’s hair was dark, lush, and long. When she let it down in a bun, the raven black waterfall fell straight down to her waist, and she had a nice figure, one of those very slim southern figures, and her eyes were still looking at her.
We talked about almost everything. everything, I told my mom about my favorite celebrities, and she told me about the time before she got married. She still talks about those carefree days and is still mesmerized, but mom tells me that she doesn’t regret her marriage because? The marriage gave her the most important things in her life her husband and children.
By this time, I had realized that my mother, who had the virtue and beauty of a traditional woman, was a very attractive woman to me. So I began to consciously seek my mother’s embrace, and I also began to consciously compliment her, complimenting her looks and saying that she was still a very beautiful woman. These remarks usually made my mother blush, but still smile? Accepted.
Then later, when I came home every day, I always brought her some flowers or some desserts, and when I had a Sunday off, I asked my mom to go out and watch a movie with me.
In the theater, I intentionally or unintentionally always love to lean towards my mother’s body, or hold her warm and graceful hands, after that, while ? She did not notice, quickly climbed onto her shoulders. At this time, mom would naturally lean back and rest her head on my shoulder.
I know that my mom looks forward to the day I take her to the movies because? She always had in advance? I pick out the movie we’re going to see as a mother and son.
After a movie, I like to sit with my mom for a while at a small park nearby where we can watch? the whole town at night and say playful intimate things to each other.
One day, my mom said to me, “Son, isn’t it time for you to talk about someone? You’re almost seventeen.”
At this point, I didn’t think about the consequences and just said, “Mom, I’m not getting married, I want to be with you forever.”
Hearing her son’s bold confession, mom was clearly taken aback and turned her head incredulously to glare at ? me. After a while, her trance-like gaze moved silently away again.
“Mom, did I worry you?”
Mom thought for a long moment and said slowly, “I think we should go back.”
Seeing my mother in this? degree, I began to curse the words that just came out of my mouth. But then I thought, it can’t be treated as if it never happened anyway, you can’t take back water that’s been thrown out, so it might as well be taken a step further.
“Mom, I’m sorry if you feel embarrassed by what I said. But you know that your son is not a fool and is more mature than his actual age. I love you very much and I would? do everything for your happiness, mom, please don’t hate me.”
Mom kept her silence for a good while, and then, with ? sad look? me and said, “Son, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have let this go on, it’s all because? I was so lonely that I sought your company and made you want to go down the wrong path.”
“Mom, I didn’t want this to happen either. But since it happened, I’m still happy that I was able to fall in love with a woman like you, mom.”
“No! No way! You’re my own son!” Mom retorted, “How can a mother and son? Can there be such a thing? Besides, I’m a married woman.”
“Mom, I can’t manage this? What’s the point? I’ll take my chances. I don’t want to lie, and I don’t want to take back my love for you. It happened, and I don’t want to lie, and I don’t want to take back my love for you. Mom. had yourself, can’t you think carefully about my …… request?”
Mom was silent for a long moment longer, and then two lines of tears slid silently across her alabaster face. Gazing at? crying mother, I felt so? guilty and pulled her to my chest, hugging her tightly, when mom whispered, “Son, we should go back.”
After this incident, the relationship between us, mother and son, became much colder. Even though I begged her many times, my mom stopped promising to go to the theater with me again and instead told me that I should go to the movies with a girl my age.
I could see that Mom was suffering as much as I was. I could see that my mom was suffering as much as I was. As the days passed, Mom became depressed and silent, and when Dad noticed the change in Mom, he asked her what she was doing. When Dad noticed the change in Mom and asked her why she didn’t go to the movies with me, she said, “I don’t know. When Dad noticed the change and asked her why she didn’t go to the movies with me, Mom just shook her head and asked? She just shook her head and asked her what she was doing. Dad didn’t take her out.
Dad said, “You know I’m busy, and Sunday is my only day off, so it’s better to rest at home.”
Of course, he was still drinking that day, as he usually did. Next, mom raised her voice as if to say something to him? and finally slammed the door and walked out of the room. The room.
This Tuesday, with the rest of the family out of town (Dad, sister), I begged and pleaded with my mom once again. Surprisingly, she didn’t say anything, just nodded. I was ecstatic and went up to my mother and hugged her, she didn’t refuse and gently ? head leaning on my shoulder.
After a few moments of kissing, my tongue pushing aside the two honey lips and breathing in the delicate scent of feminine lust, I lifted my head to take in the tantalizing sight of my mom’s private parts, noting a small pink opening where she urinated. Ignoring the strong odor, I was completely enamored with every part of my mom, licking gently, then licking her entire inner walls, especially around her vagina.
Mom couldn’t help but cry out as her tongue moved to her most sensitive clit, then I inserted a finger into her vagina and started pumping while still sucking and kissing her bottom.
The ripe, middle-aged beauty’s breathing became more and more rapid as I kept stimulating her clitoris, and mom’s bottom flooded like a pulp, dipping my fingers in the slippery nectar.
Finally, with a long, shrill cry that she couldn’t suppress, my mother arched her snow-white body, and then her whole body began to spasm. I continued to stimulate her as if I hadn’t heard, happy in the knowledge that I had brought my mother to orgasm.
After a while, mom gasped, her firm breasts rubbing against my chest, and with petulance, she whispered, “Son, mom has never been so happy in her life.”
“Mom, you know what? You’re beautiful and sexy, and it’s been a dream of mine for a long time to make love to you.”
“Son, in all sincerity, do you really think Mommy is beautiful?”
“Sure, more beautiful than any of those movie stars.”
Flooded with tears, mom gently wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips, while blushingly reaching down and taking hold of my cock, she slowly stroked it, guiding her son’s cock to the base of her thighs, grinding it up and down against her damp pussy.
“Mom!” I whispered, “I love you.”
As if to silently express her consent, mom spread her thighs to the sides and placed my cock at the opening of her hole. I gazed into the depths of her eyes as mom pushed me into her.
“Hmmm! Son ……”
For a teenage boy of that age, my cock was big and thick, and Mom’s pussy was like the petals of a flower blossoming for her son’s fiery fleshy shaft as I pushed into it.
Mom pushed up so that my cock was as deep as it could go in her vagina. Despite having had two children, Mom’s vagina was still very tight, the muscles of the inner walls wrapped around my cock like a vice.
I pulled out, then slid back in, then pumped like a madman, and mom met the thrusts with the same enthusiastic rhythm of rocking her hips and swinging her hips, and her cock was soon drenched in love juice.
We were working together like a machine made for sex, and each time we thrust in, mom rose up to meet it, her full breasts flopping in a sexy? Each time I felt the head of my glans push against the opening of her cervix, and mom began to let out more and more rapid gasps.
After about fifteen minutes of this madness, mom once again stiffened her whole body, while clasping my hips with her hands, her ten fingers embedded hard, and her penis in her mare was tightly clamped by the warm and tender flesh. I felt a tightness in my lower body, and for the first time in my life, I shot boy cum back into my mom. Shot after shot, it must have been a considerable amount, and within a few moments, my cock felt the cum that had shot in begin to flow back out.
With that, mom and I were intertwined, enjoying the aftermath of our orgasms.
After a while, my cock was hard again in mom’s pussy and I pumped gently. This time, because it was more soothing, we lasted for quite a while before finally climaxing together again.
The long night was too short for us, mother and son. After our last entanglement, mom leaned into my ear and shyly spoke to me, “Son, you’re really big, your dad and I have never experienced anything like this before. Hehe! Mom has almost forgotten when was the last time she was as happy as this.”
Mom’s words made me feel a great sense of pride in being a man. My first time with Mom was more satisfying to her than all the times Mom and Dad had been married.
“Mom, it’s probably because I love you so much!”
“Ho, my dear son, that was the best orgasm mom has ever had.” Mom confessed to me again and kissed me goodbye, “Good son, time for mom to go back, I don’t think either of us want anyone to get suspicious!”
Mom and I kissed a little longer and said some sweet things as she stood up and wiped her bottom clean.
“Mom, can you leave me these panties?” I asked softly.
Mom was silent for a moment and asked me with a bit of unease, “As a memento of our first time?”
I nodded sharply.
“I promise, but you have to keep it.” So Mom got dressed, left her panties with me, and quietly walked out of my room.
That night, we made love as mother and son four times, and at the end, I remember pressing my mom’s panties to my face and going to sleep. Even in my dreams, all I could hear was my mom’s sweet, crying cries.
But when the next day dawned, it was as if last night’s events had dissipated like a fog. As the family sat around the table eating breakfast, my mom acted surprisingly cold, not only not talking to me, but also avoiding eye contact with me.
I was on ice, but still unwilling to give up, so while my dad and sister left for work and school, respectively, I stayed in my room under the pretext of not feeling well, playing with the white panties stained with my mom’s nectar and waiting quietly.
Not long after, the door was opened and mom walked in as I had hoped. Glancing at the blasphemous pants in my hand, mom’s face immediately blushed with shame and she quivered, “Son, we can’t repeat last night’s sins.”
I was about to plead my case when mom reached out and gestured for me to keep quiet, “Last night did feel like pleasure, and mom will always remember what we had, but mom is a married woman after all. Son, we can’t do anything wrong again.”
“Mom,” I protested loudly while pulling her into my arms, “I love you! You know you love me too, give your son a chance!”
I tried to kiss her, but Mom turned her head and broke away from my arms, then shook her head, “I can’t, son.” Mom’s eyes glistened with tears and she whispered, “Just because you’re my son.”
“Mom!” I exclaimed as I looked at her who was about to leave my room, “I’m not going to stop my love for you and I’m going to keep pursuing you.”
Mom’s tears had flowed, but she left me anyway, and from then on, things cooled down between the two of us, and I could tell that Mom’s decision had caused her pain as well, but that resolve remained unshaken.
Time rushed by, and after months of futile efforts, I had almost given up hope of repairing our relationship. Mom was busy looking for objects for me, contacting all the people she could find, asking them if they had any good girls; she also looked up some messy books to see if we were compatible, and if we were, she would arrange for us to meet.
I felt great pain because the only woman I loved, my mother, was about to ruthlessly push me away from her. In the end I chose a girl because, in my opinion, she looked a little like my mother, and a date was set for the engagement.
At this time, something strange happened, my mom’s attitude towards me became not quite the same as before, like a woman who was being jealous, and for the slightest mistake I made, my mom would have to rob me.
I laughed and asked her, “Is it that you are not willing to give your son away?” Mom refused to admit it, but when I understandably singled out her recent change and said it was lover’s jealousy, she fell silent and ran into her room after her and didn’t come out all night.
The next day, when it was just the two of us in the house, Mom said, “Son, let’s go see another movie on Sunday, okay?”
It was a little strange, but I was still very happy, and thought I’d say that my mom was probably trying to comfort me a little, nodding my head and saying, “That’s great, Mom.”
I don’t know how I spent the next few days, looking forward to Sunday. And when the long-awaited day came, for our outing, my mom had dressed herself so well that I could hardly believe that this beautiful woman sitting next to me was my mom.
After the movie, and coming back to the place that was exclusive to the two of us, I once again took my mom into my arms, and she didn’t say no as we began to kiss passionately.
My hands began to roam all over mom’s body, and I could tell from her tightly clenched legs that she was getting aroused. With that, we made out for about an hour or so, and we returned home, and just like last time, Dad and my sister were asleep.
“Wait for me in your room, I’m going to check on your dad.” Mom said softly.
When she entered the room, I was already undressed and lying on the bed. Mom turned and locked the door behind her and walked over to me, and mother and son began kissing passionately after a long time.
In no hurry, I quickly undressed my mom, pressed her underneath me, kissed every inch of her delicate skin all over her body, held her rounded hips with both hands, and kissed her lower body furiously, thus bringing her to orgasm. Following that, I got on top of mom, let her hold my cock, which was as hard as iron, and put it to the mouth of her fleshy hole, and pushed it forward, easily entering the already very wet pussy.
I gripped my mom’s round ass cheeks and fucked them hard. With each thrust, she threw back her head and moaned indulgently.
We rolled around on the bed, sometimes mom on top, sometimes me on top, and it was like that for a long time before I finally leaked into my mother’s warm mare.
This time, Mom also climaxed, and I’d never seen her smile with such satisfaction.
“Son, you’re fantastic.”
“Mom, are you still going to force me to get married?” With a few uneasiness, I asked her.
“Ah, son, mommy loves you, and as your wedding date gets closer and closer and mommy can’t stand it more and more, like she’s going crazy, I know I’m being jealous, and mommy loves you more than anything else in this world.”
“It’s like a lover, isn’t it?” I trailed off excitedly.
“Yes, not only a mother’s love for her son, but a love like a lover’s love, and mommy can’t let you get away from me again, not for a second.” Mom said softly.
“Do you love me more than you love Daddy?” I asked, embracing Mom again, pressing and rubbing my rounded tits, causing a pair of full meatballs to gradually swell, then kissing her swollen nipples.
In joy, mom murmured, “Ah son, mom respected your father my husband, but mom didn’t love him. After being with you I know what love is, my dear son, mommy is going to be your wife and I feel happy when I am in your arms.”
I was shocked to hear such words from my dear mom’s mouth.
“Mom, you’re the one who turned me into the happiest man in the world, and I don’t want to share your love with anyone else, not even Dad. You are mine, your body, your soul, I want it all, I want you to lie in my arms like this all the time, I want to be connected to you like this all the time mom.”
Mom clung to my back, rolled onto her back, adjusted her position and sat crotched on my waist until her cock was buried all the way into her love nest, which was then kissed obliviously, jerking her fat white ass up and down.
“That’s wonderful, son, but our union must be a secret between us, mother and son, and neither your father nor your sister can know about it, or we won’t be able to be together.”
“Of course.”
Wrapping my arms around mom’s ripe ass flesh, I thrust vigorously, slowly at first, then gradually speeding up. Suddenly, mom’s fragrant tongue twisted with me like mad, followed by a silent cry as her body shook violently in orgasm.
I knew that my mother had already reached an orgasm, and hurriedly rolled over and pressed her underneath me, pumping vigorously. The beautiful and voluptuous flesh, being fucked by me one by one, each stroke made my mother’s whole body shaking, her breasts and buttocks waves shaking straight. As waves of joy coursed through her entire body, mom finally screamed out, and at the same time, her penis poked into her womb, ejecting a large amount of my semen inside, filling the womb where her offspring were conceived with incestuous seeds.
After the frenzy, we embraced each other, mom’s lower body still connected to me, she pushed me down on the bed and started kissing me all over my body, when the kisses reached between my legs, mom took my penis into her mouth and started to perform oral sex, and I eventually couldn’t help myself, and ejaculated again. Not minding the dirt, this time mom was wearing a pouty smile, and with one bite, she swallowed all of her son’s cum into her stomach.
The next day, mom and I went to a gold store together to order a silver collar for the wedding, and no one knew that it was my dear mom that I was going to marry. I also bought a wedding costume for my mom to wear, and of course mine.
After another week, mom picked an auspicious day and in the dead of night, when no one knew, we went secretly to the town temple. Mom looked gorgeous in her big red, gold-trimmed wedding dress, and I wore my new outfit.
My bride shyly hung her head in front of me as I took the collar Dad had given her from her snow-white neck and then put the one I had ordered for her on, marking that from this moment on, Mom was my wife.
After the ceremony, we prayed for our happiness in front of the strange wooden tiger. After a festive feast, we had wild sex right there.
“Son, every time I’m with you, it’s like my first time, you’ve given me so much happiness, but tonight is our special first night, and tonight, I’m not only your mom, I’m also your wife.”
“Mom, since you’re already my wife, can I call you Min from now on?”
Mom’s face blushed slightly and she nodded shyly. Then I said to her, “Minnie, tonight is a special night, tonight is your first night, and I want you to give me a little chubby baby.”
Mom buried her head in my arms and said, “Son, in our custom, a woman’s first duty to be a good wife is to bear a child for her husband. Mom is happy to bear you a child, and, tonight, your wife is in the middle of her pregnancy!”
That night, we, mother and son, kept coitus non-stop. Maybe that wooden tiger really works wonders, I kept on leaking five times in my mom’s womb, hoping that she would be able to conceive my child soon. Finally, I put on my clothes and gave to hold my naked mom in my arms and took her to the creek not far from here to wash.
When I got to the river, I found a very secluded spot, laid my mom on the ground, and spread out the phoenix-print gown with the big red piping. The moonlight at night was very good, and mom’s skin was very white, and even had a soft pearl-like luster in the moonlight, so it was very clear to see. Only though mom and I have been united many times, this is the first time I carefully appreciate the beauty of mom …… the woman who has become my wife.
Mom shyly closed her eyes and let me help her up. My mother’s breasts weren’t the big, firm kind, but elegantly in front of her chest, drawing beautiful curves, and I felt I was lucky to have such a woman as my mom.
I carried her to the water, let her stand in the water, copied the water to wash her lower body. After that, I let my mom wash herself there, I swam around her for a while, gradually, looking at my mom’s delicate body, I was excited again, potentially in the water and quietly swam behind my mom. Water just soaked in the middle of the mother’s thighs, I caught her waist, mom exclaimed, then realized that I was, and quiet, let me caress her two snow white buttocks.
I played with it for a while, clasping my hands around her round mounds of flesh and pulling them apart to the sides. Mom caught my hands and tried to stop me, but instead I caught my hands on her arse and rubbed all four palms together.
After a while, I let go of her hand and let her pull back her own butt balls to admire her mother’s back door. The back door was tightly closed, like the bud of a daisy, I reached out and touched it, my mother’s whole body tensed up and I poked it a few times, the tiny daisy was tightly closed.
Standing up, I had mom straddle my waist and headed deeper into the water until the water flooded her pink ass. I took hold of mom’s forearms and made her lean back, my crotch and penis thrusting smoothly as I started pumping again. Because of the buoyancy of the water, I used this position to bring mom to orgasm, and by the time I got home, it was four o’clock in the morning.
From then on, the two of us would be together whenever we could find the opportunity. Every time it was mom who took the initiative to ask for it, she was now at the peak of her sexual appetite and always had a strong desire, every time I took off her panties, my lower body was always already wet. Mom told me that just thinking about me makes her very wet, and that no one has ever turned her on so much.
There are times when it seems like we’re crazy, and as soon as our desires come together, we immediately choose a place to mingle.
Once, when everyone else was still at home, I saw my mom walk into the bathroom and quietly followed her. Mom did not lock the door, open the door, when she saw me was still peeing, I also do not care about her protests, on the way to pick up the mother, but also too late to use toilet paper to dry, directly pressed her on the edge of the bathtub, snow-white round buttocks high in the air, from the back side of the dry her.
“Son, someone will come in.” Mom whispered, but I ignored it and kept fucking until both mother and son climaxed together.
As I left, I pulled Mom’s panties up to keep her from wiping them off. Even though our cheating went unnoticed, for the rest of the day, just looking at my mom’s embarrassed face as she couldn’t stop pressing her belly and cringing, I was exhilarated, knowing that my cum was flowing out of my mom’s pussy and dribbling down into her panties.
One night I woke up very aroused and wanting mom so badly that I crept into the master bedroom. Mom was lying next to Dad, the thin covers slipping off her body, revealing an extremely sexy body. I gently shook mom awake, signaled her to be quiet, whispered that I wanted her, and went back to my own room.
After a couple of minutes, mom walked in and I knocked her across the bed and started stripping our mother and son’s clothes off.
“Son, mom knows that she is your wife and that I should be there for you when you need me, but
Mom protested this, but I kissed her, stripped her down to a big, naked, white goat’s head, and started sucking her off. After a while, mom was wet and I got on top of her, thrust into her love nest and started fucking her.
Later, when she left me, she told me, “Son, in the future, when you want me, you can come into my room and shake me up like you did tonight, and I will come to you.”
I heard a rush of excitement, but the next night, with a smile on her face, Mom walked into my room with her bedding and told me, “I told your dad that every night he gets drunk, and I can’t stand the smell, so I’m going to come sleep in your house. Your dad agreed, so I’m yours every night from now on.”
I caught her and dropped countless kisses on her like rain. Mom, from now on we can act like a real couple.
For the next two years, we, mother and son, were very careful to take advantage of every safe opportunity to indulge in the love of incestuous intercourse. Sometimes we simply spent two days away from home, in some cave, in a dense forest, and met like wild animals.
Dad never suspected anything about our frequent outings, only that I was a dutiful son. In fact, I’m sure he was glad that his nagging wife and son were away so he could get drunk without worrying.
Two years later, my sister got knocked up by a foreign man and married in a foreign province. And I also met a good opportunity to go to Shanghai to learn how to do business, and as long as I do well, I may go to a foreign country in the future.
With the distance from my hometown, I had once grimly thought that the relationship with my mom would end here, however, mother and son love, never left the southwest of my hometown mom, even learned to take the train, repeatedly traveled thousands of miles to Shanghai to see me, to help take care of my life.
Perhaps it was a sign from God that when the news came home that Dad had been poisoned by alcohol and was found dead headfirst in front of a tiger idol, my mom and I felt bewildered, but it was as good as announcing that we had nothing to hold on to ever again.
Mom officially moved in with me, like a newlywed couple, snuggling together. And I am also very happy, stained with the metropolis prosperous atmosphere of her, in the sexual matters become bold, happy to accept the libido of me, anytime, anywhere on her hot kisses, caresses, and lifted up the skirt, hold the snowy buttocks on the dry rude style, at least twice a day to have sex with me.
Three weeks after we moved in together, my mom shyly told me that she had missed her period. Then came the anxious wait for both of us, and when she told me again that she was definitely pregnant, we were both very excited, mother and son.
For the rest of the day, I was proud to watch my mom walk around with my baby in her belly and the happy glow on her face that is characteristic of a pregnant woman, especially now that she was carrying my her own son’s seed.
Nine months later, we had a lovely oldest daughter. This was our new family member, and the family we had in the past was as far away as another world to us, mother and son.
With her first success, my mother’s face swelled with joy and a desire to have more children for me. When my firstborn son was born, the company sent me abroad. With the money I had saved in my hands over the years, I applied to become a foreign citizen so that our family could settle abroad.
Cutting ties with the past, my mom and I became a real couple, and no one would suspect us. When I went to work during the day, my mom stayed at home to take care of a pair of smart and lovely children; and every night, when my children fell asleep in their cots, it was our happy time as mother and son.
Mom was still so gentle, sensitive and understanding, and whenever I removed her panties, my snowy ass was already covered in a large amount of nectar, waiting for the loving favor of her own son.
After showering and scrubbing each other clean, we would go back to our bedrooms and, again and again, make the lingering words of love that we would never tire of.