Mom hasn’t actually changed at all, all that’s changed is how I look at her when I look at her again, three months after crossing over to school.
In fact, in college, I met a lot of pretty girls and got close to two very pretty ones.
However, when I got off the plane and saw the big smile on my mom’s face and the wonderful curves of her body that she couldn’t hide under her winter coat, I immediately had a strong feeling that my mom, standing in front of me, must be the most wonderful woman in the world.
My mom opened her arms and took me tightly into her embrace, happily and graciously giving me a kiss Oh when I went home with my family who had picked me up at the airport, I had to be careful all the time not to let my indisputable dick show them how ugly it was.
Before this story continues down the road, I thought I’d add a few words, namely that when I was a kid, let’s put it this way, that is, when I was just learning about the pleasurable sensation I could give myself while thinking about some pretty woman in my head and fiddling around with that ‘dick’ down there, the one thing that often popped into my mind was My mom.
But in my adolescent development and growth, because of the fear that I go on the wrong path, mom did not give me less discipline, she in my life has become a I have to be on guard at all times ‘parents’, I am groping in the imagination, but also gradually become and my age and those girls.
And eventually, when my imaginings became a reality for some of these girls, I rarely noticed Mom, even though she was actually more sexy and attractive than any of them.
So when I saw my mom from the airport, when I suddenly saw her in a whole new light, all these memories of how I felt about her came back to life, and more violently than before, and it took a lot of effort for me to take my eyes off of her and onto my dad and my sister, who had picked me up at the airport with her.
By the way, let me describe my mom to you.
In every way, she was a very petite and attractive one.
About one meter six in height, more than one hundred and ten pounds in weight, with very beautiful curves, breasts high and firm, waist slim, hips outward, mom’s buttocks can be said to be round, very amusing, her legs are not very long, but the proportion is just right, with smooth and neat ankles, pleasant calves, the small knees, and her ingenious extension of rounded hips to the delightful thighs, as if this was not enough to As if that wasn’t enough to catch my eye, Mom also had the most beautiful face I’d ever known, with dark brown, lush hair, large dark brown eyes, a slightly upturned nose, a slightly rounded face with dimples, full lips and a small chin.
Her smile, especially when she’s really happy, has an infectious fire-like quality and is a beautifully open flower.
Mom is a warm and kind but sometimes shy woman, she is intelligent and sensitive, and under her calm and serene exterior lies a woman of strong character.
I have no doubt that Mom is, deep down, a deeply emotional and passionate woman.
To me, Mom was the perfect woman in this earthly world.
(It seems a bit boastful, but what can I do about it? In terms of the intense love I feel for my mom, the woman who gave birth to me and raised me, those words are only one part of the story.
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Okay, back to our story.
That night, my whole body and mind were in a state of vertigo, and everything that surrounded me became so bright and beautiful.
Everyone in the family was very happy to have me home.
I try to go back to the person I used to be before I left home, but there’s always a hint of unnaturalness, always a bit of awkwardness.
I couldn’t free myself for a moment from the earth-shattering beauty my mom showed me, and I had to tell myself often that I couldn’t keep my eyes on Mom.
With that, there were a couple of times when I think Mom sensed this strange attention I was giving her, which made her a little shy and look a touch embarrassed.
What happened to me, on the other hand, was that my whole body and mind fell into this intense love for her – I fell in love with my mom.
It was a fierce kind of love I had never experienced before, more intense and deeper than all the emotions I had ever experienced before, and I was so deep in it that I couldn’t help myself.
That night, I masturbated, and the object I used to masturbate to was my darling mom.
After leaking my sperm, I quickly drifted off into a deep sleep that lasted until morning.
The next day, I had a hard time restraining my emotions so that I could behave a little more normally.
Dad and my sister both had to go on, so it was Mom and I alone for most of the day.
I tried to keep myself as normal as I could, but the way I kind of really wanted to be with her couldn’t be hidden in any way.
Mom accepted this new attitude I had toward her in a very warm, affectionate and pleasant way.
We spent time together talking about past times, and my mom even told me some things about her childhood, and teenage years, that she hadn’t told me before.
My state helped her with her chores and went shopping with her.
When she hinted that it was time for me to see some of my oldest friends, I had the audacity to tell her that she was my oldest and best friend, and that I wanted to spend time with her.
Probably because of that sincere tone I had when I said it, mom heard this and blushed again, whispering something in a somewhat sardonic manner.
That’s how she and I really became more and more like a good friend of mine, and no longer just as simple as a mother and child.
In the evening, my dad and sister went to bed long before my mom and I did, so that at about eleven o’clock in the evening, my mom and I were in the kitchen together having a little snack.
When we were done eating, Mom stood up at the water’s edge to wash the dishes, and I stood up to get behind her and reached out to put my arms around her.
When Mom turned toward me, toward me, I mustered up the courage to say to her, Mom, I have to tell you that I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and I’m proud to have you as my mom.
Hearing this, Mom gave me a happy smile, reached out and hooked her hand around my neck.
I took the opportunity to take Mom into my arms, and as she tilted her face up to me, I lowered my head and naturally kissed my way up to her lips.
For a long time, Mom and I held the kiss, just letting me slide into a quick abyss; then Mom laughed and gently pushed us apart a little.
Thank you, Mom whispered, the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.
I wanted to say something more in her praise, but my courage left me.
Mom and I reveled in the warmth of the hug, then Mom told me it was time to go to bed, good night, and thank you for your help today, and Mom flew me another kiss and went back.
That night, I masturbated again, treating my hand as if it were my mom’s tightly locked vagina, and this time, after ejaculating, I still had trouble sleeping.
The hugging and kissing with Mom that night had made me very aroused, and I thought I had made a little progress in my relationship with Mom, but where was this fiery desire of mine going to take me? Mom was a very observant woman, one, who would never have entertained the thought of wanting to become a couple of lovers with her own son, and I’m afraid that’s exactly what I, as a son, was thinking.
But I know that Dad is not a very enthusiastic man can be sure that the sex life between Dad and Mom has long been cold, and, underneath Mom’s seemingly calm exterior, I’m sure that she still has a strong desire for sex, Mom should be like a smoldering fire at the moment.
She is so beautiful that her life should be warmly loved, and I am sure that her heart longs for such a love, like a fire.
I, on the other hand, have been scorched by this fiery love, and I have been irrepressible, and I must show this love to her.
The next day, just like the first day, I spent most of my time with her, we talked about more things and I helped her more.
Only, in between, there were times when I stopped what I was doing and just looked at her and said things like, you’re so beautiful, and each time Mom acted embarrassed to hear it, but I could tell that they made her happy, too.
That night, Mom and I were still the last two in the house to go to bed, and were still sharing a snack together in the kitchen when she stood at the sink and I once again took her into my arms, this time with a little more fluency in expression because of what I had been able to express during the day.
I told Mom how much I rejoiced in being with her, and I said that the three months away from her had shown how much she meant to me, and I told Mom that even though I had always thought she was a very beautiful woman, I hadn’t really realized until now that she was so beautiful that it always made me feel like I couldn’t get enough of her.
Still gladly accepting my compliments and my kisses, Mom hooked her arms tightly around my neck, and since I was a little taller, Mom had to stand on her tiptoes to reach my lips.
By the time I kissed Mom, I was hard as a rock down there, because Mom and I were snuggled up so tightly, thus my bottom was directly against Mom’s soft belly.
If Mom didn’t feel it at the time, I think it was because she was probably as confused as I was about the situation we were in, kissing each other, and I could tell that Mom was willing to accept my heartfelt love and actually reveled in it, but on the other hand, the fact that I was kissing her in a way that shouldn’t have been happening between mother and son did give her an uneasy feeling, and I think that was the reason why she was so upset. feeling.
Mom hadn’t completely let go of her mind and body on me, at least not yet.
But even so, Mom and I still kissed several times, and then again Mom let go of her own accord, said goodnight to me and left.
Only that she seemed to give me a reluctant feeling as she let go, could it be that the fire of my love was making me wrong? I really hoped that she really wanted to stay in my arms and didn’t want to leave.
The next day was Saturday, and all day my sister stayed at home, and in the afternoon Pa came home.
It was a day of running a few errands for my mom, dropping her off in town for her daily supplies, and waiting patiently for her.
Finally, Mom said to me, “You’ve really spoiled me, and it’s really kind of hard for Mom to even get used to having you as a good heel.
Mom, am I boring you? I asked her, ah, of course not, Mom said eagerly, not at all, this feels good, I can’t believe that you would be so considerate of Mom, I, ah, I’m very, very happy, believe Mom,-Mom loves having you around.
The tone of voice she used when she told me was very definite, which confirmed to me how Mom felt about me, and at the same time made me very excited and thrilled.
On this night, my sister had a date, and my dad, after watching a TV program, finally went to bed and went to rest, just because it was too late for me.
But eventually, Mom and I got another chance to be alone together.
Like the other day, Mom and I joined her in the kitchen for a late supper, and this night, I didn’t wait for her to get up to the sink, I just took Mom into my arms and leaned her back against the sink, Mom, I breathed in sharply, you really are so beautiful, I want to just hold you like this, kissing the goat, it feels so good!
My lips pressed against Mom’s, and holding her gently off the ground, I supported Mom’s beautiful body against the washstand, both our bodies pressed tightly together, me hard against the small of Mom’s back, her firm breasts pressed tight against my chest.
Mom just let me kiss her, at first Mom was probably a little nervous and just closed her mouth and let me kiss her, slowly Mom started to respond of her own accord and opened her lips.
I pressed her tightly against the washstand while both hands began to grope Mom’s body.
The feeling was really, ah, but it didn’t last long, and finally Mom struggled to turn her head to the side, moved her hands between the two of us, and pushed me away as hard as she could.
Mom’s face was all red and beautiful and her breathing was already tight.
Mom whispered as if sighing, I, I’m glad you think I’m beautiful, but, really you too don’t so I’m your mom, no not your girlfriend.
But, Mom, I love you more than I’ve ever loved any woman, and you just don’t, no, a mother and a son can’t do it.
Doing these for me, I can’t I’m a little scared.
You’re really, really too much for me I think I look very frustrated.
I had a feeling I wanted to hiss.
I thought I’d realized my dream, thought Mom was the love of my life, but now Mom, I’m sorry if you think I’ve embarrassed you.
I just can’t control myself, control wanting to want to do this do you hate me now, mom? Mom resumed hooking her arms around my neck again, holding me close, no, it’s not, ah, actually mom feels very touched that you want to do this to mom to mom.
Mom kissed me gently on the lips at this point, very lightly like a testament to her love for me.
It’s Mom’s fault, too. I shouldn’t have let you, uh, let you do so much to Mom, I guess I guess.
I wanted that feeling you gave me so badly, I guess.
With that said, I felt her suddenly gently push her against me there, then abruptly push me away and turn away from me.
I stood frozen in place, letting my thoughts scatter in all directions.
What am I going to do this time? What’s going on here is that I have no doubt that Mom is actually happy to do what we were both just doing, and I’m sure she’s eager to continue.
But can Mom really let herself go completely? As of right now, Mom was already telling me to tell me not to, and if I ignored her warnings, would I lose even this good mother-son relationship that I had now gained? That night, I thought about it until three in the morning when I fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, we went to worship together as a family, and when I saw my mom intentionally standing next to me, I let go a little.
In fact, doing the ritual kept Mom’s hips and thighs pressed against me, keeping me in a state of sexual arousal.
Throughout the day, Mom was very attentive and especially kind to me, but that night, when Dad got up to go to bed, she went along and didn’t join me as she always did.
Later in the evening, I walked quietly past Mom and Dad’s bedroom and heard them having sex and I felt like I’d been hit by a bullet.
The next day, Dad and my sister went up and left me with Mom again.
Mom and I still had the good mother-son relationship I’d worked so hard to establish, but it was slightly more tense than it had been in the past.
With that, I helped her get ready for the holidays, and Thursday is Christmas Day, and from Wednesday, both Dad and Sis will have a full five days off.
Mom and I both kept our mouths shut about the two of us being in the kitchen the day before.
But when I sat down to lunch with Mom, I looked at her and asked her, Mom, are you really happy with your life?
For a while, Mom just sat there wondering at the look of my question, and finally she answered, Sure, you, what are you trying to say?
Oh, Mom, I said carefully, look, Dad works so hard and, and, and he’s, and he’s so serious, and, and, and, and you don’t go out with him, and EH your dad has always been a good husband, and I’ve never blamed him for that.
I know this well. Dad is a good man, he’s honorable, and he doesn’t have another woman out there with him as a father.
I’m proud of it too, but, Mom, you guys seem to be.
EH seldom talks together and, you don’t seem to have any common interests.
I think what you said is true, your father and I probably really in each other’s life, but you may not know, most of the marriage as long as there is your father and I so long words, probably become this, but, mom, I think your life should not be just this,, I dare to fight, just a few days I came back to this, we together say words, may be more than my In the three months I’ve been away, you and Dad together have said more, listen to me say this, mom laughed out, I can hear her smile with a kind of sadness, I, I don’t think I would dare to fight this with you, I think probably you’re right.
I want to say more, but I’m afraid I’ll go too far.
With that, we sat in silence for a while, and I didn’t say anything else so Mom could have a moment to think about what I’d said.
Eventually, Mom got up from the dining room table, looked at me, and softly said, “Mom appreciates you being there for her these days and giving her someone to talk to about what’s on her mind.
Seriously, it was also a thrill for Mom to experience that feeling of being needed again.
I stood up and tried to put my arms around her, but Mom lifted her arms and shook her head and said, no, don’t push Mom, give me a little time, Mom needs to think about it some more, it’s all, it’s all so sudden, Mom’s not ready for it.
And just like that, Mom and I went back to our old ways, a mother and son with a dissolute relationship.
But I knew that after this confession, underneath Mom’s calm surface, I had ignited her inner desire for love.
There has been a real sexual tension between Mom and I.
Mom still went to bed early that night, but when I crept by again, she wasn’t having sex with Dad again.
The next morning, as I was helping my mom prepare breakfast, my sister walked down and watched me work with mom, after a while she said, hey, you’ve really changed, I thought mom had found another boyfriend.
I saw Mom’s face go all red, so I just cut the conversation off in a hurry, so of course, what, are you jealous? Me? My sister laughed without question, not at all, I have a date tonight! When Dad and my sister went up, Mom looked at me with a smile and said, “I’m afraid your sister has realized that things are a little bit off here, so maybe you can’t be so nice to me anymore when your sister is around!
What’s wrong with that? I deliberately said, is it that I can treat you well when my sister is not around? This, mom is a little embarrassed, it depends on how you treat me, mom, as long as you agree, I can treat you very, very well, I jokingly squinted at mom, very well.
Ah, my God, Mom giggled, rubbing you again, I don’t know what Mom is going to do with you if this keeps up.
I knew full well that in a little while, Mom and I wouldn’t have a chance to be alone together, with Dad and my sister’s full five-day vacation coming up.
But only I tried and tried, I didn’t have this kind of lovey-dovey conversation with mom again, mom always carefully dodged away, but gradually mom began to actively make fun of this kind of ‘sexual interest’ I had in her, which began to make me feel.
Mom was starting to be a little more accepting of my ideas.
Finally, just like that, it was night, the eve of New Year’s Eve, and my sister was out on a date, yet Dad kept fiddling with the paper or watching TV, and I was really afraid that he wasn’t going to have to go to bed tonight.
Mom’s been baking something.
Finally, Pa bid us good night and walked upstairs.
I then sat in the kitchen and watched Mom get busy, enjoying the heartfelt joy that her delicate curves brought me as she walked around.
Every now and then, Mom would glance up at me and give me a warm smile.
Finally, Mom sliced a portion of cake for her and me, and then washed down another portion of chocolate for each, and sat down next to me.
We both ate our snacks in silence for the rest of the day, just looking at each other often.
Mom is so cute when she eats, ah, no, actually, I love everything about her, I love her, such a woman.
When I had finished eating, I reached out and took one of Ma’s hands into mine, and Ma immediately gave me a firm grip with this one of hers, and for a few minutes Ma and I just held hands like that while I stared at her beautiful face, and from time to time Ma lifted her bowed head, and her bright brown eyes looked at me with a kind of calm, but full of meaning, at least as far as I could see it.
Mom, I whispered, I hope what my sister said this morning is true, and I’d be proud if I could actually be your boyfriend.
Upon hearing this, my mom immediately stood up and gathered up the plates that were set in front of both of us and put them in the water.
When she turned back around, Mom reached out with both hands and gently pulled me up.
What happened next seemed like I was in a dream, all I knew was that the two of us were embracing again, Mom lying on her back on the washstand, kissing, and oh my God, that was a real kiss, and for that one minute of lucidity I felt straight away that I felt Mom had opened herself up to me.
After a while, I picked her up and sat her down on the washstand, and I stood between my mom’s legs, wrapping my arms tightly around her warm body.
Mom clasped her hands around my neck, the soft peaks of her breasts pressing against my chest.
Then Mom’s legs coiled around my waist, and just like that, it made me twine tighter with her.
The height of the sink put my taut prick right between Mom’s legs, so that my prick was only tight against Mom’s pussy through her clothes.
We both opened our mouths and let our tongues tease each other, ah, mom, I couldn’t help but scream out, my prick throbbing against mom’s most private and most precious place.
Mom’s ready. I know Mom’s ready.
Suddenly, the sound of a car door closing came to his ears, it should be his sister returning from her date.
My God, why did she have to pick this moment to come back? Why doesn’t that asshole take her somewhere and keep her for a while?
Mom quickly jumped down from the sink and pulled off a paper towel, using it to wipe the traces of lipstick left on my lips from the passionate kiss, and I wiped Mom’s too, to make her look a little more natural.
You’d better sit down first, Mom warned me quietly as she stared at the bulge under my span, which anyone would have seen at a glance.
After a while, my sister came into the kitchen, giddy and looking like she had a good night out, how was the date, I asked her with a squeeze.
How about that? My sister stretched her voice, not to tell you!
We laughed together and mom got my sister a cake and a cup of chocolate as well, my sister was still excited about the date and just sat there, picking out things to talk about, and at the end mom got up and said goodnight and went back.
I’m about to hate it, a great opportunity slipped away like this, and I don’t know when I’ll get another chance as good as this.
Shortly after mom left, my sister went to rest after her fun.
I had no choice but to walk into the living room and sit down on the couch, which was filled only with streetlights from outside, casting a half-bright, half-dark light along the windows.
If only Mom and I could have been a little earlier, or maybe Mom could have given me a chance during the day, then Mom and I would have had hours to finish what I had started with her.
And now, mom went to bed, and if she thinks carefully before she goes to bed, and if mom therefore changes her mind again, then it’s likely that I’ll never be able to have another chance like this, and if that’s really the case, I really don’t know how I’m going to live with it.
At that moment, I suddenly heard a slight creaking sound coming from the floorboards, followed by a soporific sound.
My heart almost stopped beating.
It’s mom, it’s the small, petite figure of mom who is standing at the top of the stairs.
I sat dumbfounded on the couch like I’d been struck by lightning as I watched my mom gently walk toward me and then sit down next to me.
The next thing I knew I was hugging her tightly once again, taking her supple, delicate body back into my arms, Mom was wearing a wool robe and I wondered what she had on underneath it.
Mom’s robe was only loosely tied and slightly open, I tentatively put my hand inside, ah, I touched my mom’s bare skin! My hands gripped Mom’s smooth, soft breasts and felt her nipples harden against my hands, as I couldn’t help but rub them, Mom let out a cloying moan from her mouth and brought her lips towards me, Mom’s breasts felt so good, I had rubbed other girls’ breasts, some bigger than Mom’s, but Mom’s breasts felt the best in my hands, I broke away from her kiss and moved my mouth down until I had her in my mouth, I felt her in my hands. , moving my mouth down until I had mom’s nipple in my mouth.
Mom reached out and cupped my head from behind, wriggling herself around as her robe opened wider.
I draw open the knot of her robe, the robe should be hand to both sides of the slide, I slowly open her robe all the way, mom’s perfect flesh for the first time completely presented in front of me, from the window through the light is not very bright, but enough for me to see clearly in front of this body of white beauty, mom’s breasts are rounded and solid, in front of her breasts, her thighs curves to the water generally slides down to the ankles, and the tempting hip line, just the right navel, slightly rising belly, everything is to perfection, rich in feminine charm. Her thighs slid down to her ankles like water, her attractive hip line, her bellybutton, her slightly raised belly, everything was perfect and womanly.
Just between Mom’s perfect thighs was a fine ‘V’ of soft pubic hair, and for me, one of the most precious places in the world was hidden underneath this luxuriant grass.
Ah, the flesh of my mother before me was more perfect than I had ever imagined, and my former wildest thoughts had never brought me a shock like that of my mother’s real flesh.
My hands glided over my mom’s soft thighs and firm stomach.
Let my fingers walk through the soft pubic hair on her beautiful bulging pubic mound, mom opened her thighs, my hand was on her warm wet pussy, immediately I felt like I was in heaven, nothing could compare to the pleasure of this moment, the few girls I used to go out with lost their color in comparison to this beautiful mom in front of me, ah mom, mom, at this moment I can’t even believe that this is all I can’t even believe this is real.
Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered softly in my ear begging, take off your clothes, mom wants you, mom wants you I went crazy and stripped off my clothes with mom’s help, after being naked all over like mom, mom laid down on her back and pulled me on top of her, she put one foot on the backrest of the couch, and then the other one was on the floor, and opened up her legs as far as she could, like a blossoming flower.
Mom reached out one of her tiny hands to hold mine and whimpered out, God, yours, it’s so big.
The enormity of it didn’t deter Mom, who pulled it between her open legs and used her other hand to lightly part her lips and place it at the entrance to her love.
I kept watching because mom was smaller and her bower could be tight.
I gently tensed my hips and slowly and gently pushed into mom’s very narrow wetness.
Mom was already very wet, otherwise I really doubted my giant could push into her that narrow . I resisted the urge to jab myself into mom’s flesh and continued my slow pushing and pulling motion.
Bit by bit I pushed all the way inside Mom until my pubic hair was tangled with her pubic hair and my two pills were against the mounds of her buttocks.
I think I’ve reached my mom’s limit, and if mine grows just a little bit more, there’s no way I’ll be able to fit any more in, and she’s already stuffed to the gills, so I can say that it’s just the right fit for her.
Once I was all the way inside my mom, I paused for a moment to enjoy the feeling of my entire length being tightly embraced by her warm, wet, slippery pussy.
Mom whimpered and moaned out from time to time as my huge one slowly plunged into her delicate and juicy love, yet still wriggled her lower body to curtly meet my intrusion.
Probably because I was so big, invading virgin territory that she had never been touched before, Mom’s moans sounded tinged with some sense of pain, but nevertheless, I could tell that Mom wanted it, she wanted me to enter the very depths of her body.
And so the moment I had entered as far as her flesh could go and paused for a moment, mom’s whole body trembled with excitement, and my ears were filled with her whispered petulant whispers over and over again, ahhh, ahhh, this is so unbelievable, we’re finally, finally doing it, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, her petulant whispers mingled with intermittent moans of pain.
Mom, are you okay? I asked her lovingly, did I hurt you?
Ah, no, it’s not, you feel so good inside me, so up, so full, really wonderful feeling.
I leaned my head down and planted a kiss on Mom’s lips, who eagerly slid her tongue around and, at the same time, lifted her lower body toward me.
I knew it was Mom’s cue to tell me she was ready, and began to pump up inside her.
Gently and gently, I pulled my slightly tingling out of her tightness before gently thrusting back in.
Gradually I felt Mom’s insides become a little more slippery, but she still gave me a tight feeling as if she were a virgin, and as I thrust into her, Mom began to lift her hips in response to my thrusting motions.
She let me day her hips deep into the soft cushions of the couch, and as I pumped back, Mom would be bounced back by the bounce of the cushions to meet my movements.
I began to play with my mom’s smooth, full breasts, squeezing and pinching her tits and nipples as I kept thrusting and kissing her.
Mom’s hands excitedly slid quickly and swiftly up my back, sometimes to my hips.
God, could there be anything more mesmerizing than being able to thrust your own into your darling mother’s tense and slippery, being able to tease and play with your mother’s tongue, being able to feel the pleasure of your mother’s hand stroking your back while being comfortable caressing her slippery, soft, and beautiful body, say what I wouldn’t believe.
From my mother’s lips, a soft moan came from her throat, sometimes as if she were crying, expressing the physical and spiritual pleasure of her mother, and I couldn’t help but purr, gently spitting that note of pleasure into the mouth of my mother, who was kissing her together.
Mom now began to raise her fragrant buttocks up more fiercely to meet my pumping motions, and I knew that Mom wanted to go faster, and I wanted exactly that, and I began to day her love faster and harder, and I plowed my mother’s flesh as vigorously as if I were on fire, and never had I been so comfortable, so thrilled.
As I write this, I can still fully appreciate the feeling of that day even at this moment.
Mom was on the verge of reaching her zenith as she began to involuntarily and violently swing her hips and stomach, her tongue rapidly burrowing in and out of my mouth, and her moans began to become rapid and discontinuous, and later became a moan that sounded as if it could only come out when she was being lived in.
By this time mom’s hands had tightened around my hips, pulling me deeper into her flesh with each thrust, then wrapping both of her legs around my waist so that I could thrust deeper and harder into her now very juicy flesh, I slid my hands up to both of her luscious ass cheeks so that I could penetrate even deeper into her flesh as I plunged hard in and out, and I began to move even harder and harder, harder and deeper with each thrust, my hot weapon pierced Mom’s warring bottom that was moistening with love juices.
I marveled at how a delicate woman like Mom could withstand such an intense onslaught from me.
Mom’s flesh was like a boat in a big storm under my furious movements, yet Mom’s movements were still telling me she wanted more of my faster and harder love.
At this point we were both running like over-active, dedicated sex machines, synchronized rhythms, well lubricated and closely matched, up and down, in and out, I don’t know how I lasted so long, in fact I was on the verge of it every second since I entered Mom’s magical bottom and now I couldn’t hold back any longer, but I was tensing up my muscles, no, not yet, Mom’s not there yet, I’m going to make this the best time Mom’s ever had, Mom, Mom, ah, Mom, it’s here, Mom’s here too.
I thrust deep, deep, deep, Mom’s hips being sunk deep into the cushions of the couch, and then, when she was rebounded back, several lifted us both into the air together, each deep thrust accompanied by a muffled, beastly sound from my throat, while my mother’s moans stretched out, and Mom’s and my mouths were still pressed together, panting sharply mouth-to-mouth, our faces wet with perspiration and spit, and now Mom and I were like two purely Now mom and I were like two pure beasts, entangled together with all the wildness in our bodies, unable to separate for a moment.
Finally Mom let out a kind of hiss like a struggle, and her wonderful female body suddenly straightened, bending her back like a beautiful bow, sending her wonderful buttocks in the air to wrap around my lower body.
Mom’s whole body spasmed violently, and I felt her flesh tighten around me, like the action during a sob, ah, Mom was coming, and I was finally relaxing my tense muscles.
As I began to feel the unmistakable radiating sensation as I began to feel the need to ejaculate in my mother’s belly, I finally growled out and, at the same time, stabbed my lower body straight into the very depths of my mother’s warring body, spewing wave after wave of love for my mother right there in the depths of my mother’s being.
Waves of ecstasy began to ripple through my entire body, pleasure like I’d never felt before, feelings like I’d never felt before, and all of this was compounded by the fact that I felt my mom’s orgasm hit me just as hard as mine.
As if by magic, my mom and I embraced each other and shared this war-crushing pleasure for what seemed like a very long time, a very, very long time of unspeakable elation.
Finally mom let out a long, satisfied sigh and her taut, beautiful weight sank back into the couch.
I also dropped back down from that peak, letting my tired body lay on top of my mom’s and just letting my breathing soothe me.
After a while, it suddenly occurred to me that my whole body weight was on Mom, so I adjusted my body so that Mom would lighten up a bit, but I was careful to keep my lower body and Mom still joined together.
For a long time Mom and I didn’t speak, and this experience with Mom left both her and I with a feeling of gratitude that was hard to express.
My whole heart soars with joy and pride.
It gave me a sense of pride to have my own cum, my own seed, sown deep in my mom’s willing bottom.
Eighteen years ago, it was this fertile soil inside Mom that gave birth to my life, and at this moment, this fertile soil is again filled with my semen, my life-creating seed, nourishing …… this idea violently hit me.
Finally, mom opened her beautiful eyes and looked at me with deep affection, she bloomed a smile, her body was covered with the kind of happy glow that comes from just after making love with the person you love in Shenzhen, Oh, I love you, at this moment mom’s voice became a little hoarse, I have never felt so good, God, this is really, so do I, mom, I said, I never knew I could be so happy, I love you so much, mom, you I love you so much, Mom, you’re the best love I’ve ever had, I’ve heard it said that it doesn’t make a big difference whether you’re big or small, but, Mom whispered, but, your, your,, thank you, thank you for making Mom feel so good.
Mom, your pleasure is mine too, I moved to kiss my mom.
Ah, no, not just because it was such a long time …… Mom laughed out softly, and if you think Mom just wants to enjoy sex, you’re wrong.
Mom reached up and cupped my face and stared at me, her big brown eyes sparkling with swirls of love, well, mama’s good boy, mama loves you more than anything in this world.
Mom’s genuine affection for me immediately turned me on again, my lower body tightened up again, throbbing in Mom’s soaking wetness, soon to be as hard again as it was when it first started, ah, my God, Mom’s mouth hanging in a smile, marveling that it was about to move again, that’s for sure, and look at the tantalizing look it had in front of it! What about the most beautiful, sexiest woman on the planet!
Mom and I kissed again, passionately caressing each other, and after a short while my restlessness began to move in and out of her again.
This time, I pumped my mom slowly and gently, the living room filled with the depraved beauty of officialdom, kisses and caresses pouring out the tenderness between mother and son.
Gradually the gentle flame flared up again, and once again my mom and I climbed together to the peak of sensual pleasure in our intense lovemaking.
It was three o’clock in the morning when Mom and I finally came back from the paradise of pleasure again and were finally going to open the bond of love between me and her.
Even though most of my and Mom’s love juices were stuck to Mom’s robe, there was still a good bit of it stuck to the couch, which Mom and I cleaned up together, and I accompanied Mom to the door of her bedroom, where I ended up caressing Mom’s breasts and her petite buttocks, and gently gifting her with a kiss, while Mom’s hand gave mine a heavy, quick squeeze.
The next day was New Year’s Eve, and everyone in the family was happy, even Dad, who was always serious.
But the happiest of all had to be mom, her whole being was immersed in a kind of joy as if she was reborn, I had never seen her so happy before, and that made me very happy because I knew it was because last night the emptiness that mom had felt for years was refilled by her son’s and cum.
Several times during the day, when Mom and I had a chance to be alone together, she and I kissed secretly and passionately, caressing each other while we fell together in this pleasure that was forbidden to the world.
I was very careful to hide my taut bottom from Dad and my sister.
Since it was a holiday, Dad had a few more drinks that night and, as a result, went to bed early to rest.
My sister was going to a party with her boyfriend to welcome the New Year’s bells, so my mom and I decided that the two of us would go to church together for the service.
Just the fact that there was incest between me and, which is one of the worst sins in the Bible, made it sound a little strange for the two of us to go to the ceremony together.
However, I felt that I should go and thank God because I thought that he had given me my mother, and on the way there with my mom, I had a little conversation with her about it, and I realized that she felt the same way as I did.
Mom’s actual thoughts on this relationship between the two of us didn’t come to me until later.
Now it sounds as if it’s looking for an excuse for what’s already happened, to balance out that feeling of guilt and unease in the heart.
But I could have sworn that Mom and I both thought and still think that this extraordinary love of mother and child, including the relationship between the sexes that took place between the two of us, was a sacred thing, a precious gift from God.
For Mom, this is what she told me, when I first realized that you were treating me in a way that went beyond the normal relationship between an ordinary mother and son, and realized that this attitude of yours was giving me a feeling of arousal, I thought about it a lot, a lot deeper.
Eventually an idea came to me that I think God didn’t give humans sex just so that they could reproduce, but also to give them a share of pleasure.
This allows us to indulge in the pleasures of sex when we are expressing our feelings of love.
If I love someone more than I love anyone else, as I do you, then I can find no other way to express this deep love than to give my flesh willingly to you.
I know how much you want to have sex with me, and I know that this will give it to you.