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Chapter 1
Every fictional protagonist who proceeds in the first person has a name, so please call me Ho, or if you prefer, call me any name you like, because it doesn’t matter for the story I’m going to tell you.
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 a small town in the south of China, with beautiful mountains and water, listening to the old generation, it seems that in the Southern Song Dynasty, in order to escape the war from the Central Plains moved to this.
Because of the ethnic minorities in the neighborhood, after centuries of breeding, even though the main habits of life were still Han Chinese, they had also accepted some of the customs of the frontier aborigines, such as the newlyweds going to the temple to worship a thick wooden stake painted to look like a tiger’s head, to pray for peace and to have children (which, as we later found out from the books, was just a remnant of a primitive genital worship), and the husbands presenting to the new wives A silver collar, and so on and so forth…
My mother’s name was Fannie Minnie. At a very young age she had lost the happy career of a young girl and learned to get pregnant and have children. Dad seduced mom at a bonfire when she was fifteen and took her virginity, thus giving birth to me. And on their wedding night, my sister was born.
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 people in the family when he drank too much, so in relation to other things, it can be said that he was actually good to mom (at least compared to the other families in the town), and it was obvious that mom also loved dad, or it can be said that “it was some kind of way of respect.”
However, I often felt as if my mom was a little melancholy. Of course, at that time, I didn’t really understand why. Our family’s circumstances were middle class 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 always left early and came home late, and eight or nine times out of ten, he came back in a sinful drunken stupor. I think that romance was long gone from their marriage, and most of the time he was either busy doing work, or in meetings, and then drinking, in which case Mom was actually quite lonely. However, I believe that Dad still loved Mom very much, and they sometimes joked or teased each other, but the kind of romance that they had when they first got married was 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 in hopes of having extra money to supplement the family’s income. As you can imagine, though, I didn’t have much time for girlfriends or the socializing that normal young boys do.
It’s not much special in my life, sometimes it’s good, sometimes it feels bad, just like a normal person.
In the evenings, when the rest of the family had gone to bed, my mother and I used to sit together at the kitchen table and talk… I knew that my mother loved having me with her… and so, as time went on, my mother and I became very close, and she would even hug me and tell me in a whisper that my presence was like sunshine shining in her life.
I was a precocious child, aware of things that at my age should have been only dim notions. 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.
When we both talk we talk about almost everything, I tell my mom about my favorite celebrities and she tells me about the things she did before she got married. She still talks about those carefree days and is still very much in awe, but mom tells me that she doesn’t regret her marriage because it gave her the most important things in her life her husband and her 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 she still smiled and accepted them.
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 toward my mother’s body, or hold her warm jade hand, and after that, when she did not pay attention, quickly climbed on 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 days when I take her to the movies because she always picks out the movie she wants to see in advance for both me and my mother.
After watching a movie, I like to sit with my mom for a while at a small park nearby, where we can look out over the whole town at night and say playful, intimate things to each other.
One day, my mom said to me, “Son, it’s time for you to talk to someone, isn’t it? You’re almost seventeen.”
At that point, I didn’t think about the consequences and just said, “Mom, I don’t want to get married, I want to be with you forever.”
Hearing her son’s bold confession, my mom was clearly taken aback and turned her head to stare at me in disbelief. After a while, her trance-like gaze silently moved away again.
“Mom, did I worry you?”
Mom thought for a long moment and slowly said, “I think we should go back.”
Seeing my mother in such an attitude, 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, and 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 anything for your happiness, mom, please don’t hate me.”
Mom kept her silence for a while, then, with sadness, looked at 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 there be such a thing between mother and son? Besides, I’m a married woman.”
“Mom, I couldn’t care less, desperate is as desperate does. It’s happened, and I don’t want to lie, and even more so, I don’t want to take back my love for you. Mom, for your own sake, can’t you think carefully about my… request?”
Mom was silent for a long while, then two lines of tears quietly slid across her alabaster face. Gazing at my crying mother, I felt 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 just as much as I was. As the days passed, Mom became depressed and reticent, and when Dad noticed the change in Mom as well and asked her why she didn’t go to the movies with me, Mom just shook her head and asked why Dad didn’t take her out.
Dad said, “You know I’m very busy, Sunday is my only day off, 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 bedroom.
This Tuesday, with the rest of the family away (Dad, sister), I pleaded with my mom once again. Surprisingly, she didn’t say anything, just nodded. Overjoyed, I went up to my mother and gave her a hug, which she did not refuse, gently leaning her head on my shoulder.
“Mom!” I was really happy and increased the strength of my arms around my mom, suggesting to her that now with her consent, our old relationship as mother and son was no longer, but had entered a new page.
I stroked my mother’s pink back silently but very gently, sliding my hands gently over her snowy shoulders and back while she moved and leaned against my shoulder.
Stepping back slightly, I stared into my mother’s eyes, gazing all the way into the depths of her eyes, and said in a calm tone, “Mom, I love you, I’ll always love you.” After saying this, I leaned down and kissed my mom’s slender and lovely snowy neck, slowly moving up to her face, and finally, I bravely printed my lips on my mother’s lips.
Surprisingly, Mom didn’t push me away, and when her soft lips finally responded, I was so elated I was about to jump.
After that, the flowers I brought back to my mother were always rewarded with a soft kiss on my cheek, and when we were alone as mother and son, the long-lost hugs returned; and unlike before, I could now boldly caress my mother’s back.
Every Sunday leading up to the date, my mom quickly changed back to her old self, again being impatient and looking fidgety. My sister noticed this and laughed and asked her why she was fidgeting like that. In response, Mom simply said she was going to the movies with her son.
My sister laughed at me for being such a sissy and still clinging to my mom at my age. I mumbled that I’d like to stick to my mom for the rest of my life as long as she’s happy.
Chapter II
This Sunday evening, mom wore a very sexy dress. Despite having two children, her figure was still slim as a teenager, and the dress was not very tight, but it worked well, and in the full chest and plump buttocks, Kyauk’s good lines were skillfully accentuated.
With a thin application of powder, mom looked very young and I was immediately overwhelmed by her intimidating beauty. On the way to the theater, Mom was the focus of all the male eyes in town, and I felt very proud as a son of man to be exposed to a pair of awestruck gazes.
The movie that night was a romantic drama, and as usual, I naturally put my hand on my mom’s shoulder, and she did the same with her head on my shoulder. After the movie, we went back to the same park we always go to, and outside, the temperature was cooler.
Quietly, Mom gazed at me and said quietly, “Son, Mom wants to thank you for being so patient and for giving me such a wonderful evening.”
I looked at my mom and said, “Mom, you’re very beautiful tonight, very… um! Very sexy.”
When I made such an explicit remark, my mom smiled, but at the same time, her face turned red and she whispered, “Siu Ho, if you weren’t my son, I would really think… you are seducing your mother.”
At that point, I looked at her and said, “Mom, yes.”
The words of confession were uttered, my body temperature, my blood, was instantly like a burning fire, my mouth was dry, and my heart was so impulsive that if I had a device to measure it, my heart would have beat more than one hundred and twenty times.
Turning her head, Mom said quietly, “But, son, I’m your mother, and I’m married to your father.”
“Mom, do you really care about Dad? I think he’s too cold for you, and, I don’t think you’re happy, Mom. Mom! Give me a chance, my son will make you happy!”
Mom did not reply for a long time, then slowly said, “Son, I think we should go home, otherwise… one of us… will probably do something that both of us will regret for the rest of our lives.”
Without naming which one of us it was, my heart was about to leap out of my chest. Was mom having as much trouble containing her feelings as I was?
“Mom, I’m sorry, but you’re really so beautiful that I couldn’t control myself, and there were many times when I felt like a real animal, but I still wished, I wished that you weren’t my mother, so that I might be able to… feel more… with you… and I might be able to…”
I can’t adequately express the emotion that’s coming into my chest right now, but mom didn’t seem to be disgusted by this confession, but rather… she was a little bit happy about it. I did feel this in my heart, and I was sure that Dad had never said this to Mom before.
As if in a dream, a pair of soft palms caressed my cheeks, mom cupped my face and softly said, “Son, I’m really glad you’re my son, do you really think mom is beautiful?”
I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms, saying, “Really, mom, you are really beautiful and sexy.” Said, can not be driven by the inner emotion, I suddenly bent down my head, defiantly kissed my mother’s rosy lips.
Mom didn’t move, just rested passively against my chest, her body hardening a little unnaturally. I continued to kiss her, my joy and anticipation rising higher and higher. At that moment, mom suddenly began to respond with the same passion, her delicate lips pressing heavily against mine. At this moment, I nearly shed a tear as I finally opened a crack in my mom’s heart defense.
Grasp this opportunity to make a breakthrough, I wildly kissed this beautiful little woman in my arms, from her face, full eyes, such as the moon beautiful nose, and then back to the warm red lips, with my tongue in to explore, top open her originally closed teeth, pick up the small tongue, wantonly surging, just like this passionate kiss for a while. Until out of breath, we reluctantly parted, panting and looking at each other for a while.
Mom turned her head suddenly and whispered, “We should go home, son…”
We drove home, mom still naturally leaning her head on my shoulder. Through the rear-view mirror, I secretly glimpsed a joyful smile at the corners of my mother’s mouth, so, just halfway back, I suddenly pulled over to the shoulder of the road, braked the car, and started kissing her at my stunned mother, while also reaching down to her chest and kneading her mother’s full, round breasts through the material.
The first time a man other than her husband touched her chest, my mother shuddered and pushed me away violently, gasping, “Son! I… we… can’t do this.”
For her husband at home and her own chastity, mom obviously still has scruples. However, I ignored her objections and utilized the small space inside the car to forcefully press over and rekiss those lustful red lips, thus silencing all the words she was about to say, while at the same time, my right hand climbed onto my mother’s chest and began to rub and press her breasts.
Mature women’s breasts feel good to the touch, and the two heavy globes of flesh, twisting into various shapes under my pressure, are full of elasticity. And mom also changed from struggling to gradually letting out sweet humming sounds, and began to respond passionately to my kisses.
After a while, mom suddenly broke away from my embrace, lowered her head, and whispered, “Son, we should go home.”
“Okay, mom.” Looking at my mother, whose shoulders were shaking slightly, I replied with an ulterior motive.
By the time he got home, the house was quiet and all the other people had gone to bed. As usual, Dad must have been drunk again. I didn’t wait to get into the living room downstairs, but I started kissing Mom again.
At first, mom protested, “Don’t… don’t do that, you’ll wake the others up.”
Gently, I answered firmly: “Mom, I love you, more than anyone else in the world, I want to kiss you like this all the time. Don’t worry! Mom, Dad and my sister are already asleep.”
“Son, I know that mom loves you too! But I’m your father’s wife and, whatever his faults, I always wear the collar he gave me…”
“But, Mom, we were just kissing, I don’t think it would hurt anyone.”
“Son, what if someone wakes up to us? What if we get caught?”
In the living room, we were at a standstill, when suddenly, an idea came to me and I whispered, “Mom, go to my room, we can lock the door, Dad must be drunk already, he won’t know where you’ve been.”
There was silence for a few seconds, and I almost thought my mom was going to turn around and leave, yet surprisingly, she sighed and nodded, finally giving in to my brash demands as a son.
“Wait for me in your room, I’ll check on your dad and come over.”
In my room, I walked around anxiously, and finally, before my patience collapsed, the door was gently pushed open, and my mom walked in, gently closing the door behind her and bowing her head, “Son, your dad’s drunk again.”
There was no mistaking that I heard a hint of disgust in my mom’s tone, and this was my big chance.
“But I don’t think we should do this.” Mom sighed softly, “I… I don’t want to betray your father!”
“I know, mom, trust me, my son won’t hurt you, and no matter what happens, I will always protect and honor you.”
I hugged my mom, lay down on the bed, and started kissing.
The kisses became more and more passionate, from the thin cotton underwear, I felt my mother’s excitement. Eagerly, my hands groped the entirety of my mother’s body, one moment at her full breasts, the next caressing her rounded, bulging buttocks. I tremblingly reached down to my mother’s chest to unbutton her buttons, and in an instant, my mother’s body stiffened, but then relaxed again.
“Son, mom is scared…”
“Mom, don’t be afraid, my son has grown up, I will protect you.”
“Eh, son, mom believes in you.” Mom said a little shyly, then, of her own accord, leaned into my strong chest and kissed her son gently on the cheek.
“Mom, my son loves you.”
Afraid that she would suddenly change her mind again, after unbuttoning the buttons, I quickly pulled down my blouse, and at the same time, I kept hugging and kissing my mom, not letting her have a chance to back out.
Pulling off her blouse, Mom’s full, snowy breasts were wrapped in plain white lingerie that rose and fell with each breath, tantalizing, and in the dimness, her bare skin looked even whiter. I took a sharp intake of breath and aimed for the bra next, this time, reaching behind mom’s back.
Mom resisted feebly, whispering, “Son, think of your father, think of the ancestors in the shrine, this time, we mother and son have gone too far!”
“Mom, I don’t regret it, being human is inherently selfish. Tomorrow, I’ll go up to the shrine with you to burn incense and offer sacrifices to our ancestors.”
I kissed my mother on the lips and just stopped her from resisting. Suddenly, my mother’s high breasts were naked against my chest, freshly stimulated, and I grunted softly as I instinctively reached up to rub them, causing my mother to let out a series of petulant cries beneath me.
Mom’s breasts, gave me a feeling of childhood warmth, I couldn’t help but lower my head to suck and kiss her pink nipples, and only a moment later, the delicate nipple tips stood up playfully from the areola.
“Mom, I love you, I know I can’t make love to you, to you… but I don’t care. Mom, my son wants to make love to you.” I confessed this to my mom, kissing down all the way to the small of her back, licking and fingering the tiny belly button, imagining the marvelous feelings of our siblings conceived in it all those years ago.
After a series of intimate contact, my mother seemed to feel joyful and unconsciously pushed her snow-white body towards me. I licked away the beads of sweat that oozed from my mother’s skin, savoring the slightly salty taste that made her let out a moan of joy that sounded almost like a cry underneath her body, and then I began to stroke those long, slender legs up and down.
Mom’s thighs, as smooth as satin, and very soft to the touch. Following the curve of her legs, I gradually moved up to the roots, where I touched my mom’s panties, a set with her bra, also made of cotton.
I focused on passionately kissing and slurping my mother’s fragrant lips, my tongue prying open her lips, making her whimper in forgetfulness during the series of passionate kisses, her whole body relaxing, and without realizing it, spreading her legs even more slightly, opening up her most intimate private parts to me.
I can’t believe it. My mother, the one who gave birth to me and raised me, was now like a lily in full bloom, waiting for me to pick it. Through the rough cotton cloth, I touched the slit of my mother’s pussy and gently rubbed it, and in no time at all, the white pants were leaking with nectar.
I stood up and quickly stripped off my clothes, then slid down my mom’s body all the way to her crotch and buried my head in it. Now, the mare that I had been waiting for, radiating an intoxicating aroma of ripe color, was separated from me only by a thin layer of cotton cloth.
“Mom, my son has come to honor you.” I took a deep breath and began to lick my mother’s pussy with my tongue through the rough cotton fabric, the tip of my tongue pushing the fabric of my panties into the crevice of her honey lips, admiring the gorgeous contours of her pussy, and sucking her uncontrollable nectar that was seeping out through the fabric.
Under this stimulation, mom was writhing helplessly. Then, I hooked the sides of her panties and pulled them downward, a move that sent a shock through her body.
“Son, turn back! You still have a great future ahead of you, don’t… don’t… don’t do it for a woman like mom…”
“Mom, I told you, I love you. I know that the world doesn’t allow mothers and sons to do things like that, but if you truly love someone, then it’s inevitable.”
Mom said, “But if we’re discovered…”
“As long as we keep it a secret, no one will know. Mom, we’ll be careful so no one will know.”
I so comforted the most important woman in my life, kissing her scented black hair, her watery eyes, and finally her lips again. This time, mom softened in my arms, and then began to open her lips to return the kiss, mother and son’s tongues entwined.
Reaching down, I tugged at what was left of my mother’s covering, and this time, she didn’t resist. As I threw the pulled down panties to the floor, mom instinctively reached down to cover the base of her thighs in an attempt to shield her son’s eyes from the heat of the beast. I gently but firmly pulled my mother’s hand away and gazed at the lush dark jungle, whispering in admiration as if I were in a dream.
Mom pushed herself up against my chest and kissed me softly. I rubbed my mom’s pussy while gently nibbling on her full breasts and sliding a finger into her wet pussy. Even in my most tantalizing wet dreams, I’ve never been able to pull down my mother’s panties and caress her pubic mound as I do now.
Mare is already very wet, I moved my mouth to the root of her thighs, kissing her honey lips, and then upward, teasingly biting her pubic hair. In the process, Fannie my good mother, can not help but moan with pleasure, immersed in a tide of pleasure.
After a few moments of kissing, my tongue pushing aside the two honeyed 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 shyly and pardoningly reaching down, she took hold of my cock and slowly sheathed 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 silently expressing 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.
“Eh! 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, letting my cock reach as far as it would go into the depths of 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.
Mother and son were working together like a machine built for sex, and each time I thrust in, mom rose up to meet it, her full breasts throwing sexy parabolas, and each time I felt the 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.
Long night, for us mother and son, is too short. After our last tangle, mom pressed to my ear, shyly said to me: “Son, you are really big, your father and I have never had such an experience. Heh! Mom has almost forgotten when was the last time she was happy like 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, this is the best orgasm mom has ever had.” Mom confessed to me again and kissed me goodbye, “Good son, mom should go back, I don’t think either of us want anyone to suspect anything!”
Mom and I kissed a little more 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 while and asked me with a little uneasiness, “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 four times as mother and son, and finally, I remember pressing my mom’s panties to my face and going to sleep. Even in my dreams, all that repeatedly rang in my ears were the sweet cries of my mom as if she were crying.
Chapter III
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 in a state of shock, but I was still unwilling to give up, so while my dad and sister left for work and school, I stayed in my room, playing with the white panties that were leaking my mom’s nectar, and waiting, under the pretext that I wasn’t feeling well.
After a short while, the door was opened, mom walked in as I had hoped. Glancing at the blasphemous pants in my hand, mom’s face immediately blushed with shame, and she said in a trembling voice, “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 very pleasurable, and mom will always remember what we had, but after all, mom is a married woman. 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!” Looking at her who was about to leave my room, I exclaimed, “I won’t stop my love for you, and I will continue to pursue 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 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 when we were, she arranged 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 to me she looked a little like my mother, and a date was set for the engagement.
At this time, something strange happened, my mother’s attitude towards me became not quite the same as before, like a woman who was being jealous, and for the smallest mistake I made, my mother would want to rob me.
I laughed and asked her, “Are you not willing to give your son away?” Mom refused to admit it, but when I understood to pick out her recent changes, saying that this is the lover’s jealousy, Mom fell silent, followed by running into the room, did not come out the whole 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 to say that my mom was probably trying to comfort me a little, nodding my head, “Mom, that’s great.”
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 a hurry, I quickly took off my mom’s clothes, 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. After that, I got on top of my mom, let her hold my hard as iron penis, put it to the mouth of her fleshy hole, pushed it forward, and easily entered the already very wet pussy.
I gripped my mom’s round ass cheeks and fucked her hard. With each thrust, she threw back her head and moaned with indulgence.
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, mama loves you, and as your wedding date gets closer and closer, and mama can’t stand it more and more, like she’s going crazy, I know I’m jealous, and mama loves you more than anything in this world.”
“As in lover, right?” I pursued 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 realized what love is, my dear son, mom 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 I quickly rolled over and pressed her underneath me, pumping vigorously. The beautiful and voluptuous flesh was being fucked by me one by one, and each stroke made my mother’s whole body shaking and her breasts and buttocks shaking. As waves of joy shot through her body, mom finally screamed out, and at the same time, her penis poked into her uterus, ejecting a large amount of my semen inside, filling her womb with incestuous seeds to produce offspring.
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.
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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 it’s my first time, you’ve given me so much happiness, but tonight is our special first night, and tonight, I’m not only your mommy, but I’m also your wife.”
“Mom, since you’re already my wife, can I call you Min from now on?”
Mom’s face slightly red, shyly nodded. Then, I said to her, “Min, tonight is a special day, tonight is your first night, I want you to give me a little fat 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 pregnant!”
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. Even though Mom and I had been together many times, this was the first time that I had ever admired the beauty of Mom… the woman who had 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 gracefully 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, I poked it a few times and 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 already 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 we are crazy and immediately choose a place to meet whenever we desire to do so.
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. Although our cheating went unnoticed, for the rest of the day, just watching my mom unable to stop pressing on her belly and cringing in embarrassment made me hyperactive, knowing that my cum was flowing out of her 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 by coming into my room like this, we are taking unnecessary risks.”
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 to my room and shake me up, as you did tonight, and I will come to you.”
I got a rush of excitement from hearing that, 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 be like a real couple.
For the next two years, the two of us were very careful to take advantage of every safe opportunity to enjoy the love of incestuous intercourse. Sometimes we simply spent two days away from home, in some cave, in a dense forest, making love like wild animals.
Dad never suspected anything about our frequent outings, only that I was a dutiful son. In fact, I think he must have been glad that the instigator’s wife and son were away and that 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 elephant, my mom and I felt bewildered, but it was as good as a statement that we were never going to have anything to worry about again.
Mom officially moved in with me, like a newlywed couple, snuggling together. And I am also very happy, dip leaking 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 snow on the buttocks of the 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 baby girl. 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 ever suspect who we were. While I worked during the day, my mom stayed home to take care of our bright and adorable children, and every night, when they fell asleep in their cots, it was happy hour for us.
Mom is still so gentle, sensitive and understanding, and whenever I remove her panties, her snowy buttocks are already leaking 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 the bedroom and make that never-ending love again and again.