Mom was almost ten years younger than Dad, who was a tall, handsome man with his own business, the kind of man who could support a family.
Mom was young, beautiful, worked outside the home and had her own place in the world, and her coworkers said she was a very strong woman. In fact, at home mom was always gentle, virtuous and often pampered in front of dad (I spied on her).
The most beautiful image I can remember is when the sun was setting and my dad and mom took me for a walk down the street, with the man’s broad shoulders, the woman’s charming curves, and the adorable child, draped in golden sunlight, drawing admiring glances from passersby.
Until one day, it was all over. That day, out of the blue, came the terrible news that Dad had a heart attack and collapsed never to wake up again. Who would have thought that such a strong man would leave so easily. I was only eight years old at that time, I didn’t know the meaning of death very well, I only knew to cry because I couldn’t see my dad anymore.
Surprisingly, mom didn’t collapse, acted calmly in front of family and friends, and went back to work without a vacation after the funeral.
Time passed quickly, and ten years passed.
I had grown into a big boy of eighteen, inheriting my father’s broad shoulders and handsome face.
Mom has also been forty years old, perhaps all day running, busy work, although there are a few fine wrinkles climbed on the still beautiful cheeks, but the body is still so slender, slim, completely without the same age of fat and old.
Looking back on these ten years, we, mother and son, have really spent them together, and outsiders can’t even begin to appreciate the sweetness and bitterness of it all.
When Dad passed away, he left a considerable amount of money in the bank, enough for our mother and son’s household. However, the strong mom still worked hard and also used her weak shoulders to support the family. She refused the advice of well-meaning friends to remarry, saying that we didn’t need help financially and could support ourselves. She has her own career and can take good care of me. She doesn’t want me to suffer a bit for fear that I won’t be able to accept another father.
In fact that’s exactly what happened, I simply couldn’t accept another man in the house, in my mind the house meant mom, me and my dead dad, there was no place for anything else.
As I grew older, I realized that I was being selfish. A home is supported by both men and women, and it was too unfair for a woman as beautiful as my mom to let her bear all the burdens alone, and to take care of me, who was not very obedient. Especially when I myself began to understand what happened between men and women, I pitied my mom even more. How did a woman spend many lonely nights over the past ten years?
Mom works outside, is very capable, not losing to men, and has rejected many suitors. But I know that late at night, I have seen my mom sitting alone in front of the window, gazing out the window for a long time.
She was lonely, and she needed someone to comfort her and a broad shoulder to lean on. She guarded her loneliness solely for me, her beloved son.
Every time I think of this, a tenderness always wells up in my heart, and I know that I love my mom, not only as a mother, but also as a woman.
Gradually, the desire in my heart grew stronger and stronger, I wanted to hold my mom in my arms, with my arms, to give her slender body a strong dependence, I want to be the man of the house, so that the woman of the house is no longer alone.
From then on there was a subtle change in the atmosphere at home. I started to take the initiative to share the household chores and take care of all the things a man is supposed to do.
I want my mom to feel my power, my presence, not only as her son, but as the only man in the house.
I would accompany my mom out shopping, in the store to encourage her to buy new clothes, buy fashionable cosmetics, she likes things I know, but also often advise her to like to buy, do not save money. I will carry big and small bags for her, and mom is like a little girl, happy to buy the things she likes, unknowingly holding my arm with her hand.
When crossing the street, I would gently hold my mom’s hand, pulling her to avoid the oncoming traffic. Later on, I would hold my mom’s slender waist with my hand, saying careful, careful, sneaking a peek at her, her face a little red, but did not refuse.
My mom would also accommodate me by going to a movie with me or an outing outside of town.
I had the most fun making jokes about my mom, a little teasing but not too much.
In the movie theater, people always looked at us as if we were a couple, and I was happy to do so, I couldn’t help it, my mom was so beautiful, she looked like a young woman anyways, and I looked like a handsome husband.
I would say to the waiter, please get my girlfriend a juice, and then watch my mom’s face turn red and be too embarrassed to deny it to her face, which was adorable.
Waiting for the waiter to go away, my mother suddenly reached out her hand and pinched me hard, scolding me for daring to joke about my mother, but her eyes were full of laughter, and although my body hurt, my heart was sweet.
I watched the distance between my mom and I get smaller, little by little, but I knew I couldn’t rush it, I had to take my time because my mom was a very strong woman, she wasn’t going to let go of everything all at once and give me her soft side completely.
Actually, mom has come to depend on me. She would tell me about her work and listen to my advice. She would also tell me when she was in a bad mood so that I could comfort her.
She grew to enjoy playing the role of the woman of the house, not just the mother.
She would often laugh and say, “You’re the man of the house, you make the decisions oh!” .
As I watched my mom change, as her beautiful curves flowed before my eyes, coupled with the occasional springtime glimpses that gave me a glimpse of some of her breasts, her slim waist or her tantalizing inner thighs, all I did was desperately try to hold back from exploding my big meat stick.
One day in late summer, the whole sky was overcast, and although it was cool, it was depressing in my heart.
Because it’s the anniversary of Dad’s death. Every year, I stay with my mom on this day to sort of comfort each other.
In the evening, I walked into my mom’s room and found her gazing out the window at the night sky again.
I walked over and sat down next to her, one arm around her shoulders.
“Thinking of Daddy, Mommy?”
Mom didn’t answer, turning her head, and I saw the tears in her eyes.
With an ache in my heart, I wrapped my mom in my arms, and instead of refusing, she pressed her head tighter against my chest.
“Mom, please don’t be sad, you still have me and I will always be there for you.”
“Silly son, how would mom have made it through all these years if it weren’t for you.”
I lowered my head and looked at the woman in my arms. It was a face I knew all too well, so beautiful, with arched eyebrows, big eyes, a pretty nose and red lips that made my blood boil. The subtle wrinkles left by the years added a mature beauty that looked even sexier, and at the moment mom was even more touching with tears in the corners of her eyes.
I wrapped my arms around my mom and my body heated up, but she didn’t notice, thinking I was just comforting her and didn’t push me away.
Mom looked up at me with warmth in her eyes.
I gazed into those eyes with a rush.
“Mom, it’s been hard on you all these years, leaving you to hold up this family all by yourself. I know how much you have suffered and how much loneliness you have endured for me. Mom, I want you to know that I really love you very much, and I will always be with you.”
I moved with emotion and looked deep into my mom’s eyes, who was also moved and had tears left in her eyes again.
“Mommy loves you too, son. Everything mommy does is for you, and it doesn’t matter how much you suffer as long as you’re doing well, mommy. Because, I am your mommy.”
“No, mom. I not only love you because you’re my mom, but also because you’re the most beautiful woman ever.”
The body in my arms jolted and my mom’s eyes widened as she looked at me.
“What are you talking about!”
“Mom, look at me closely, don’t I look a lot like dad? I know you used to look at me and you thought I didn’t realize that your eyes told me how you felt. Don’t you want me to comfort you like dad did?”
Mom’s face turned red for a moment, and she tried to break away from my embrace, but I held her hard.
“Look me in the eye, mom! Don’t lie to me, and don’t lie to yourself. You do need me, you are so beautiful and only Daddy and I are worthy of you. Mom, I love you and I know you love me too. Didn’t you say that I am the man of the house and you are the woman of the house. We shouldn’t just be mother and son.”
I paused, then whispered in my mom’s ear, “We should still be lovers.”
“But ……”
Instead of letting my mom finish, I gagged her with my mouth.
I kissed down hard, sucking my mom’s lips with mine, opening her clenched teeth with my tongue as my arms tightened around her.
Slowly, my mom’s body heated up, becoming soft in my arms, her breathing becoming more and more rapid.
Finally, mom opened her mouth for me to kiss deeply. Time seemed to stop as the long kiss melted away as we held each other.
Our lips finally parted, gasping for breath from each other, mom’s face red like a teenage girl kissing for the first time.
We stared at each other for a long time before mom murmured, “You really do look like your dad.”
I can’t help but kiss again, and mom giggles softly and ducks away, whispering in my ear like an exhale, “Silly, you don’t need to hold me so tightly, would I ever run away?”
This gentle rebuke rang like thunder in my ears, for I knew that from then on, Mom was mine!
We kissed deeply again, and as our tongues entwined, my hands began to roam over mom’s body. My left hand gently rubbed over mom’s back, reaching her waist along the hollows of her spine, then moving slowly down over her hips. The right hand, on the other hand, slid under her armpits to her breasts, stopping when her hand began to feel a bulge and gently circling the edges of her breasts.
Mom finally couldn’t help but smile and pressed her body even tighter against me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
Mom would gently bite my ear and say, “Bad boy, you have a lot of experience! How did you learn to do that, don’t confess yet!”
My heart was intoxicated, and I hastened to defend myself, “No. I’ve never touched a girl! I’ve really never touched a girl before, all this is from books. I really didn’t ……”
My mouth was gagged again by my mom’s, who showed she believed me by her actions.
I tried to undo my mom’s shirt, and she didn’t object, but tossed her hair back a bit as if to make it easier for me.
I noticed that my mom’s hair was the standard working girl’s hairstyle, something that fueled my desire even more.
I almost stopped breathing when I finally undid my mom’s shirt to reveal a white bra. A pair of full breasts were in front of me, still standing proudly despite being bound by the bra.
I buried my head between my breasts, breathing in the scent that smelled like a mature woman, my hands rubbing at my bare waist. I clumsily went to unhook my bra, but couldn’t get it right. Instead of giving me help, Mom giggled like a little girl.
I was a little embarrassed and decided to give my mom some serious attention.
I pushed my mom up against the wall and with a strong tug of my hand pulled off the not very thick suspenders, then bit the bra with my mouth and tossed it aside with a toss of my head. Now the most seductive breasts in the world were in front of me.
The breasts of a forty year old woman are full and round, not thin like a teenage girl’s. And Mom’s breasts weren’t saggy like others her age, they were my favorite hemispherical shape, sticking out to the front.
My hands caught a nipple in each hand and gently kneaded them as I looked up at my mom with a provocative gaze.
Mom’s eyes were hazy, like there was a layer of fog, and a low, quivering moan escaped her lips as her hands caressed my hair. Then I took a breast in my mouth and sucked on it, nibbling on the nipple with my teeth, mesmerized by the familiar sensations from my childhood.
I kissed all over my mom’s breasts, then down, kissing the lovely belly button, and on down, edging to the forbidden zone of life.
My hands began to undo mom’s skirt from the side, button after button. Mom panicked a little and pressed my hand. I looked at her with determined eyes, waiting for her answer. Mom gasped sharply and her breasts rose and fell with her, causing my rod to push through my pants.
Mom pulled me up and gently cupped my face in her hands, “Son, mom is old, and do you know what we’re doing? This is socially unacceptable, are you really willing to take such a risk?”
“Mom, I don’t care, all I know is that I love you with all my heart. You’re not old at all, you’re the most beautiful woman in my heart and your maturity is exactly what I want. I know it’s incest, but it’s just you and me in this house, man and woman, and everything is as it should be.”
Taking off my top, I once again took my mom in my arms and kissed her.
Our lips were together, Mom’s bared breasts pressed against my chest, and my protuberance underneath pressed against Mom’s lower back; we’d never been this close before.
When I felt those two nipples on my chest harden and press against me, I didn’t give my mom a chance to object and undid her skirt.
The short skirt Mom wore to work slid down her long slender legs and fell by her black high heels, and I saw Mom’s white panties. It was my favorite color, mom’s pale skin and her ethereal temperament suited the pure white color, making one feel dignified while at the same time stirring up lust.
My face was pressed against my mom’s smooth thighs, the skin glistening and the muscles elastic, and I couldn’t resist kissing and licking them while running my hands over the rounded calves, which looked even sexier because of the high heels I was wearing.
Mom crossed her arms over her own breasts, experiencing my caresses. My hands slipped into Mom’s panties from behind, kneading the plump buttocks, the thumbs of both hands moving forward and sliding up the insides of her thighs.
Mom began to tremble, her hand grabbing mine at one point as if to stop me, and then letting go as if to cover her face shyly.
I picked up my mom, walked to the bed, placed her on the bed and stood myself between her legs. Taking off my pants, I finally let my long suppressed rod out. Slowly, pulling mom’s white panties down, the black jungle was right in front of me, the pink pussy quivering with shiny liquid already.
Mom’s eyes were tightly closed, her hair was loose, and she was biting her lip and gasping for breath. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and raised my rod, thrusting it down into mom’s pussy. Mom seemed to be in a bit of pain, hugged me at once and grunted. And at this moment, I was like in heaven, mom may not have done it for a long time, pussy is very tight, the flesh wall completely wrapped my rod, that warm, full feeling, is not comparable to masturbation.
I couldn’t care less about being gentle, and I started off with fast thrusts that made my mom underneath me moan uncontrollably. As my mouth took in my mom’s full breasts, as my hands cupped my mom’s plump hips, and as I heard my usually demure and capable mom moaning underneath me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
My frequency was getting faster and faster, and mom’s breasts jiggled with each impact, she tried to keep her mouth closed but still let out a moan.
I hugged my mom tightly at once, and a hot stream shot deep into her pussy, where I was conceived. I suddenly wondered if there would be a new life this time.
I lay on top of my mom, my head resting on my breasts, gasping for breath as my rod slowly softened in her pussy.
“Mom, are you okay?”
Mom opened her eyes and looked at me with a determined look, as if she had regained her usual composure.
“Son, now that we’ve had sex and mommy loves you, from now on, mommy is your woman and you’ll be the only man for mommy.”
“Mom ……”
I couldn’t help but embrace my mom again and give her a sweet kiss. I wrapped one arm around my mom and rubbed the other lovingly over her flat belly as she dutifully leaned against my shoulder, her soft exhale tickling my neck so much.
“Mom, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“I was too impulsive to be considerate earlier, and I know you must not have been satisfied. But ……”
“But what?”
I rolled over and gave my mom my answer with my once again erect rod.
This time I slowed down, thrusting and caressing my mom’s whole body at the same time. Maybe it was because I had just cum once and it lasted longer this time.
I kept changing the frequency, making my mom moan louder and louder as she clung to me, murmuring my name in my ear.
In the final moments, I firmly pushed in deeper and deeper until Mom’s fingers gouged my back hard, until her pussy contracted with a gusto, knowing that she was helplessly leaning into my arms. Mom’s eyes were blurred, still reeling from the immense pleasure.
I looked at the beautiful woman in my arms, her workman’s hairstyle disheveled, her demure expression replaced by pleasure, her curves, usually hidden in her suit, completely naked at the moment.
This was my mom, the strong, capable, sassy woman who was obediently in my arms at the moment, letting me kiss and caress every part of her body, every bit of her privacy.
I must be in heaven right now!