Chapter 1

I was still young that year. The wind was blowing gently across my face. The summer sunshine fell on my face through the gaps between the leaves. I glanced sideways at my mother who was sitting quietly beside me, and I felt everything was so warm and happy.

The source of the sin was that serious illness.

I don’t know what happened, but one day when I was in class at school, I suddenly felt my mind go fuzzy, the scene in front of my eyes suddenly darkened, and the world began to spin in front of me. I immediately felt extremely nauseous and vomited my breakfast in class. Then my eyes went black and I fell heavily to the ground.

When I woke up again, it was already dark. The depressing light of the hospital shone on my face. I could hear adults and doctors talking around me. I felt a strong discomfort in an instant.

“Baby, you’re awake.” An anxious and gentle voice came into my ears, and then a long brown hair fell into my sight, followed by a magnificent face, delicate eyebrows, beautiful eyes with light eyeliner, and finally looking down along the straight nose, a pair of bright red but plump and small lips gently came up and kissed me on the face. The warm breath exhaled and the traces of crystal and sticky saliva left by the soft lips touching my cheek made me relax all of a sudden.

I forced myself to open my eyes, turned my head and looked around. I was now lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital, surrounded by a group of doctors and my parents.

“Well, your child is suffering from a very rare mental illness. This illness can only be improved through close care from relatives...” The doctor talked incessantly about my condition in front of my parents, while I lay on the bed, listening quietly.

I reached out and touched the wet skin on my face. The warm feeling just now still lingers in my mind. I smelled the faint body fragrance on my mother’s fair face and the softness of her plump lips. Everything was so strange, as if in a dream.

After a long time, I just felt that my stomach was too hungry, but I didn’t know what to say, so I had to endure it silently.

“Baby, it’s okay.” Mother leaned over, put her arms around my neck, and put her face against mine, with her head deeply resting on my pillow. Her hair fell on my face, making it slightly itchy, but there was a faint fragrance in mother’s hair, which seemed to be the scent of jasmine.

I heard my mother’s very faint sobbing, and my heart seemed to soften at this moment. I stretched out one arm, hugged my mother’s waist, and gently stroked her frosted skirt, feeling the slenderness and softness of her waist.

For a long time afterwards, according to our family custom, it was the mother who should take care of her children personally, so my mother naturally took a two-month long vacation to accompany me.

The doctor said that this disease would produce a serious reaction once stimulated, so although I was not injured at all, I could only lie in bed obediently. My mother would often bring me all kinds of delicious food from home, including breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea and dinner.

“Son, have some fruit in the afternoon. Come, let me help you up.” The mother took a basket of fruit and placed it next to the bed. This ward is a psychological intensive care unit. There are no surveillance cameras here. The floor of the room is covered with a layer of foam mats, and toys used for psychological therapy are scattered everywhere.

My bed was in a corner of the room, surrounded by a curtain, and next to it was a window, from which I could see the bright sunshine pouring in from outside. A TV was hanging from the ceiling not far from my window, and the remote control was in the cabinet next to the bed. When my mother was not around, I would use it to pass the time.

Mother put the fruit basket on the bedside table. She was wearing a green frosted long-sleeved jacket today and a black low-slit skirt. Her white thighs could be further seen through the small slit, and she was wearing a pair of black high-heeled shoes with red soles, and her toes could be clearly seen.

She sat down, stretched out her hand to hold my neck, then used her other hand to hold my back, pulled me up from the bed, and then leaned my body against the bed.

“Do you want to watch TV? I’ll turn it on for you.” Mother took out the TV remote control from the bedside table and turned on the TV.

I thought for a while and said, “Let’s tune into Zhejiang Satellite TV. I want to watch Love Apartment. It’s on every morning at this time.”

“Okay.” Mother agreed softly.

But my mind was not on the TV at all. I turned my head and stared blankly at my mother’s chest. Through the frosted green dress she was wearing, I could vaguely see her full breasts tightly wrapped in a black bra, and the black suspenders hanging on her white shoulders.

Her bra was woven with countless beautiful patterns using silk threads. The one that caught my eye the most was a butterfly with spread wings on the right breast.

A beautiful black butterfly.

I seemed to be completely attracted by the butterfly, the butterfly outlined by white lace threads, it seemed to flap its wings and fly into the autumn water in my eyes, and the mother’s breast under the butterfly was even more mysterious and sad.

“What are you watching?” Mother turned her head. She had just turned the TV to Zhejiang Satellite TV when the words “I decide my future” came from the loudspeaker.

I shook my head: “Nothing, I want to eat oranges.”

“Okay, Mom will peel it for you.” The mother’s gentle voice came, and then she picked up the orange from the fruit basket, took out a small knife, and carefully cut a slit in the orange peel.

I had no intention of watching TV anymore. I kept turning my head, looking at my mother’s chest rising and falling with her breathing, and looking at the black butterfly under the green gauze.

My mother’s figure looked particularly petite, with slightly protruding cheekbones on her cute and thin face. Although her dark circles were concealed by carefully applied eye shadow, she still looked so tired that people wanted to pity her.

Since entering puberty, my thoughts have become improper. After being influenced by various things, the primitive lust hidden in my heart has awakened, especially to my mother, this charming woman who loves me so deeply. I have developed a deep attachment to her, and even developed lust for her.

Of course I know this is wrong, but this thought has been lingering in my mind day and night and cannot be shaken off, especially in recent years. As the times have become more open, my mother’s dressing has become more bold. She seems to be at the forefront of the times, and also walks on the forbidden heartstring in my heart, opening the door to my primitive lust.

As usual, my mother’s lips were painted with a layer of bright red lipstick. Her lips were slightly open, revealing her snow-white teeth. There was a silver thread connecting her upper and lower lips, which refracted light under the sunlight. My figure seemed to be reflected in that transparent thread.

“Come, eat.” After cutting the orange, my mother peeled it one slice at a time. Then she picked up a slice of orange with two fingers and put it towards my mouth.

I looked at my mother’s fair hands. Each finger was extremely slender, without a trace of excess fat. Except for the wrinkles on the knuckles, the rest of her hands were as fair and smooth as a newborn baby’s. Coupled with the bright red manicure, she showed a different kind of enchanting beauty.

I opened my mouth, and my mother reached out and put the orange in my mouth. Her movements were so gentle, and I chewed the orange in my mouth carefully, trying to taste the fragrance of my mother, but in the end I only tasted the taste of the orange.

The mother turned her head again, and her long brown hair covered half of her face. Her profile reflected the sunlight and she looked equally beautiful.

Her long eyelashes drooped above her beautiful eyes, and everything was so shy, just like the tenderness of the Jiangnan water town. Looking at her, I was stunned.

My mother’s voice called me back to reality: “Son, what’s wrong? Why are you daydreaming? Are you feeling unwell?”

“No.” I shook my head, and then added, “I just think you are so beautiful, mom.”

Hearing this praise, a hint of excitement flashed in my mother’s eyes, and then the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and her face seemed to blush, which really made me fall in love with her again.

She didn’t say anything, but picked up another slice of orange and handed it to my mouth.

I looked at the redness on my mother’s face and her bright red nail polish, and I seemed to have made a decision. Before my mother’s hand reached her mouth, my mouth took the initiative to meet it.

I bit the orange first. When my mother saw me biting the orange, she loosened her fingers and tried to take her hand back. But I would not let her succeed. I leaned my head forward again, put the orange into my mouth, and then took half of my mother’s finger with my lips.

My mother’s fingers were very smooth, and the skin on them was so delicate. I stuck out my tongue and licked her nails. Although my tongue was hit by her slightly sharp nails, the delicate and smooth feeling when my tongue slid over her nails still fascinated me.

I wanted to further occupy my mother’s fingers, but she suddenly pulled her hand out of my mouth, and rubbed her fingers against my lips hard, making my saliva stick to them.

My mother looked at her fingers covered with my saliva, and was dazed for a moment, but when I looked at the marks on her fingers that were left by me, I felt a little proud.

“Son, you...” My mother wanted to say something. Although she was dressed fashionably, she was essentially a very conservative woman. My behavior was undoubtedly tantamount to an infringement on her.

I quickly apologized to my mother, pretending to be sincere: “I’m sorry, Mom, I was too engrossed in watching you, so... that’s it, I’m sorry, Mom.”

My mother looked at me on the bed, and a strange feeling rose in her heart. Then she asked an incredible question: “Mom, am I beautiful?”

I didn’t understand my mother’s thoughts. As a person with a very precocious mental development, I naturally like to guess other people’s psychology, especially when facing my mother, the woman who I miss day and night and is obsessed with.

“Beautiful, very beautiful.” These were my true words, blurted out without thinking.

When the mother heard this, she just whispered softly, “Don’t do this again in the future.”

The silence between the two of us lasted for a long time. My mother stopped peeling oranges for me and I didn’t feel like eating oranges anymore. I just watched the story on TV quietly.

The silence lasted for a long time. At noon, my mother left for a while. It was not until lunchtime that I heard a knock on the door and my mother came in with the lunch box distributed by the hospital.

Mother was still wearing the same clothes she had worn this morning. Her thick brown hair rolled down like waves, reflecting a golden hue under the sunlight from the windowsill. Her lips were pressed together unnaturally, and the bright red on her lips was lighter than in the morning. Her high nose bridge matched her snow-white skin, and her every frown and smile was as charming as ever.

Mother’s eyelashes drooped, her eyes were staring at the floor, half of her eyelids covered her eyes, revealing a light flesh-colored eyeshadow. Mother always spent a long time putting on makeup when she went out. Her light brown eyebrows matched with dark black three-dimensional eyebrows showed a kind of majestic beauty, which made my heart flutter. But because of what happened in the morning, mother always became shy to see me. Even after a whole morning, she still didn’t dare to look me in the eye.

I glanced at my mother’s chest again, and I found that her green gauze dress was too revealing. In pursuit of fashion, the dress was made much more transparent, with large gaps between each layer of silk thread. If someone was interested, their mother’s entire upper body would be visible.

There was a slight peak on her chest, which was tight and round. Even at the age of 30, there was no tendency to sag. The black lace bra tightly wrapped two-thirds of her chest, and the seductive butterfly seemed to be humming a song of lust. Part of the mother’s breasts were exposed. The two round big breasts were located on both sides of the chest, full and squeezed against each other, forming a deep groove full of temptation. The snow-white breast flesh made people bleed from the nose. Even if you have never touched the mother’s breasts, you can imagine the softness and squeeze of the breasts.

Mother’s collarbones are slender, located on both sides of her neck. The skin under her clothes is much whiter than the skin on her arms, which are exposed to the sun, but the overall skin color is very even and does not make people feel weird. Mother’s belly button is also very sexy. There is a pit in the middle of her slender and smooth waist. The flesh in the pit is connected together. It is the proof that I have been with my mother and it is the place where my life was born.

The high heels made crisp sounds on the ground, and my mother’s slender white legs took steps forward, forming a sharp black and white contrast with her black low-slit skirt. The hill on my mother’s chest also swayed slightly up and down with her steps, more fully reflecting the softness of her breasts.

Seen from the side, the mother’s buttocks are perfectly set off by the black skirt, showing an attractive curve. Especially when the mother takes a step, the fabric of the skirt is pulled forward by her thighs, and the mother’s round peach-like buttocks are squeezed together with the black short skirt, and the soft buttocks sway gently in the squeezing, combining into a bright spring light.

When my mother came to me with the lunch box, she put it on the bedside table.

“Remember... to eat lunch.” Mother seemed a little shy to speak. Neither of us knew how to face each other. I said nothing, but just watched my mother’s beautiful back disappear from my sight.

After my mother left, I clenched my fists tightly, “Why did it turn out like this? I just wanted my mother’s love, why? Why didn’t she accept me!”

Thinking back to when I first came to the hospital, my mother would push herself to the hospital garden every afternoon to relax, and she would often share her own interesting stories with me. At that time, I looked at the sunlight shining on my mother’s delicate and lovely face, and thought to myself, it would be great if we could always be like this.

I am not satisfied with her being just my mother, I want her to be my woman. Her love for me is limited to the love of a mother’s son, but I am different. My love for her has long surpassed family affection. It is a deep love, a love that has been suppressed in my heart for a long time, a love mixed with desire.

“No matter what, I must get you... I will make you fall in love with me... You are destined to be my woman...”

“I’m sorry, mother. If there is an afterlife, I will be your good son again.”

“In this life, let me possess you.”

Chapter 2

That night, I was lying on my hospital bed, looking out the window. The lights were still on in the corridor of the building opposite, and the crying of a baby echoed in the empty night, making me uneasy.

What really kept me awake was certainly not the noise in the hospital. After closing the window, the whole room immediately became quiet. The room was pitch black, and I was the only one lying alone on the bed.

The figure of a beautiful woman kept lingering in my mind. She seemed to be on the other side of the river. But when I struggled to wade through the river and tried to grab her sleeve, she disappeared without a trace.

I know who that person is. It’s my mother, a person who should not be desecrated but who really haunts my soul. As my body grows day by day, my possessiveness towards my mother becomes stronger and stronger. I want to possess my mother completely, every inch of her snow-white skin, every strand of her smooth hair, her delicate lips and tender face, her snow-white thighs, and the deepest secrets of my mother hidden under her skirt.

I was born there and came to this vibrant world, but now I want to go back again, back to my mother’s arms, and melt my cock into my mother’s little hole.

Thinking of this, I suddenly began to feel sleepy, my eyelids started to droop unconsciously, and slowly, I fell into a dream.

It was dark in my dream, but I suddenly found a black butterfly appeared in the darkness. The butterfly looked exactly like the butterfly on my mother’s black bra this morning. It flapped its wings and appeared in my dream. Fine white powder fell from its wings, bringing a different color to this dark world.

The butterfly flew farther and farther away, so I stood up and ran after it. But no matter how hard I ran, I couldn’t catch up with the butterfly. I stretched out my hand to catch it, but there was always a distance between me and the butterfly, and I couldn’t get past it.

As I was running, a white glare suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. I chased the butterfly and broke into the light, returning to the day when I first fell in love.

My body had just begun to develop at that time. I was still a healthy child. My parents took me to the hospital to have a circumcision a year ago. I was in puberty and was full of energy every day.

One night, I studied until after eleven o’clock in the evening. I put away my homework, stretched in my seat, took my clothes and towel and went into the bathroom.

There is a washing machine in my bathroom. I usually don’t care much about it. I just throw clothes in and rinse them under the shower. But today, I saw a pair of black lace panties on the basket of the washing machine.

My eyes suddenly widened, one after another of the black thin lines were tightly interwoven, and the edges of the panties were covered with beautiful waves. The panties looked sexy and exposed, and the lines were loosely woven together, and it seemed that I could see my mother’s snow-white skin that fit tightly against the panties through every inch of the gap.

I walked forward and was completely attracted by the panties. In the past, I had not developed yet and did not realize what it was, nor did I appreciate my mother’s beauty. But now, the physical awakening has made my sexual desire gradually become terrifying and hideous.

The black lace panties exuded a charming fragrance. I knew that it was my mother’s body fragrance. The fragrance was so strong and pungent that I could smell it even from dozens of centimeters away from the panties. The fragrance was like a spell that made me stare blankly and walk towards the panties.

I picked it up and turned it over. The only part of the underwear that was tightly covered by the fabric was exposed in front of my eyes. That layer of fabric formed a strong contrast with the black lace around the underwear. It was a layer of light gray fabric, and it seemed to be stained with some liquid, which soaked the middle area of ​​the fabric into a darker color.

My hands began to tremble unconsciously. Of course I knew what this piece of cloth represented. This piece of cloth was the closest place in the world to that inch of mysterious depth of my mother. Throughout the whole day today, it was in close contact with that inch of my mother, inseparable, like a close friend.

The desire in my heart has become stronger and stronger, and my body has begun to react. The penis that looked ordinary suddenly raised its head and increased several times in size within a few seconds. Ferocious rage burst out from the urethra, and the veins on the flesh-yellow penis burst out and stretched out, like a penis pressed against my underwear.

Looking at the gray cloth in front of me that was soaked an inch, my heart was like a raging fire. I stretched out my hands dignifiedly as if facing something from the gods, and slowly lifted up the trousers woven with black lace from the bottom to the top, feeling the rough texture of the lace cloth affectionately.

My hands were trembling slightly, and my palms were even soaked with sweat. In this quiet night, I was left alone in the bathroom, staring at my mother’s last privacy. My desire reached its peak at this moment. The huge thing under me roared like a tiger, and it was so hard that it hurt. I lowered my nose and slowly closed my eyes. The few seconds when my nose tip reached the underwear seemed to be the quietest and longest time in the world. I held my breath the whole time, just for the final pleasure when I reached the gray cloth called the pad.

Finally, I felt my nose touching the soft fabric, the cotton texture bloomed on my nose, I suddenly opened my eyes, exerted force on my abdomen, and inhaled a lot of air from the nose into my lungs - the smell was simply not “immortal”, the first thing that entered my nose was the strong fragrance that I had smelled for a long time, which belonged to mature women, and then mixed with this fragrance, a pungent smell, like the strong fishy smell of seafood, which destroyed the original fragrance, but instead created a wonderful balance. In this balance, you can feel the tenderness of the mother, and it seems that you can see the unique debauchery of a woman, which is the sexual fate that all women cannot escape, and it is also the love that all men are eager to pursue.

When the dust settled, everything finally turned into the fishy smell of soil and the fragrance of wild flowers spread on the vast grassland. I seemed to pass through all the taboos and the long time through this strong smell, and saw my mother’s pink and slightly open abalone lips. That place is the cleanest place in the world. There is not a trace of black hair on it, only kind, delicate and soft skin. A gap finally opened gently in the thick hole. The brightest light in the world was mixed in the gap, and a trace of crystal spring water gushed out from the dreamlike hole, completely displayed in front of me.

After taking a strong breath, my animal desire could no longer be concealed, I suddenly took off my pants, pulled down my school pants and underwear together, and threw them into the washing machine. The ferocious beast was exposed straight in the air, twenty centimeters long, and emitting heat and a smell.

When I first entered puberty, my penis would stand straight up every morning, so hard that it hurt. At that time, I thought it was just a normal phenomenon, but until today, I completely understood that this was the awakening of my male consciousness, and this was the most primitive desire rooted in my heart!

I lowered my mother’s panties from my nose. The strong smell lingered in my mind for a long time, stimulating my cock to become further engorged and enlarged, and the blue veins on it became more exposed and hideous.

I took the panties in my hand and moved them down until they were about one centimeter in front of the glans. When I saw it coming, my cock seemed to have a soul, and the horse’s eyes showed a red light of excitement, as if a real horse saw the delicious grass. My cock swelled again, and the glans suddenly pressed against the soft pad of the panties, tightly fitting with the part closest to my mother’s vagina.

“This feeling, really is, so so so so, so wonderful!” A burst of laughter came from my heart, and the joy flowed out from the smile at the corner of my mouth. I carefully felt the friction and collision between the slightly rough cloth and the sensitive glans, just like conquering my mother under my crotch, galloping with my cock in my mother’s black forest.

I used my hand to push the whole lace panties against my cock, and the rough black lace line rubbed against my cock, bringing an unexpected stimulation. My sensitive glans clearly felt a sticky and cold area on the soft pad tightly attached to it. I carefully felt the sensitive area, and I knew that it was the liquid flowing from my mother’s love hole, the desire of my mother as a woman, and the last strong medicine that led me to madness.

In fact, when I saw this pair of underwear, in addition to the most primitive sexual desire in my heart, a fellow called “morality” also stood up. It cursed the shamelessness of “sexual desire” and kept shouting and circling in my mind. It told me: “That’s your mother, your father’s wife, the one who gave birth to your life! How can you have such dirty thoughts about your sacred mother? It is normal to have desires during adolescence, but you should never do anything to your biological mother. She is innocent!”

“She loves you so much, how can you treat her like this? If she knew, she would be so sad!” The guy named “morality” kept shouting in my mind, but my actions slowly swallowed it up like a tide. Sexual desire stood at the highest point of my heart, overlooking the ethics and morals that were being swallowed up bit by bit, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of my mouth.

“Since she loves me, why wouldn’t she be willing to give me her beautiful body?” I turned off the bathroom light and leaned my naked back against the cold wall of the bathroom. My right hand tightly grasped the cock tightly wrapped in my mother’s lace panties, and slowly, slowly pushed the foreskin onto the glans.

In just a moment of squeezing, under the friction of the lace, my penis skin felt a little pain, but isn’t this the stimulation I want? Under such stimulation, my first strand of mucus slowly flowed out from the horse’s eye, all stuck to the pad of my mother’s sexy black lace underwear, and combined with the love juice flowing from my mother. At this moment, I really had my first union with my mother!

Feeling the pleasure brought by this incest, my battle officially started. I put more strength in my hands, which squeezed my mother’s lace panties and my cock tightly together. The squeezing feeling of the lace on the penis was even worse, making the cock painful due to the friction of the panties.

But I just like this feeling. I grabbed the panties and penis, and my hands moved faster and faster. I rubbed my cock with the lace panties, and the foreskin stimulated the glans to flow out more and more mucus that stuck to the sanitary liner of my mother’s panties.

Every time I pulled my underwear and foreskin forward, a great pleasure would be transmitted to my mind, and when the rough lace rubbed against my glans, I felt a strong sexual desire mixed with a trembling pain hitting my mind. I felt the pain and trembled against the wall, but the stronger pleasure made me unable to stop. The pain caused by the friction of the tender skin turned into a different kind of happiness.

What stimulates me the most is of course the collision with the sanitary pad. Every time I pull the foreskin with the underwear to the front, the sanitary pad will always separate from the urethra, and the lace will rub against the glans at this time. When I pull the underwear back suddenly, the violent friction makes my body tremble again, but then, the soft sanitary pad collides with the urethra at the tip of the glans again, and the vigorous prostate fluid produced by the pleasure splashes onto the sanitary pad without reservation, wetting the gray sanitary pad again.

Half of the glans was wrapped in the soft pad, and the wet and sticky liquid made the sensitive glans feel cool, as if returning to the warm embrace of the mother, feeling every inch of wetness and heat in the mother’s body.

“Mom! Mom! You are my woman, I must get you, you are my woman!” I shouted my mother’s name loudly in my heart. She seemed to turn around in the sea of ​​flowers not far away and smiled at me with a bright face.

The movements of my hands quickened again, and my right hand hit my lower abdomen hard. The sound of “pa pa” continued from the dark bathroom. I simulated the sounds made when I had sex with my mother, imagining that my cock was deeply inserted into her little hole, and was pulled out of the hole with a full cup of love juice.

The black lace swept across my sensitive glans forcefully again and again. This extreme pain made me more excited. My wet liquid had already soaked the pad of my underwear. Every impact would hit this pile of sticky liquid, just like shuttling through my mother’s vagina, feeling every drop of my mother’s liquid flowing out for me.

“No more!” I gritted my teeth and leaned my whole body against the wall. The stimulation I was pursuing below was even more intense. I had given up stroking my foreskin and instead used the entire pair of lace panties to rub my penis and glans. The rough lace fabric brushed over the delicate glans. Every inch of skin on my glans seemed to be invaded by my mother’s lace panties. The thin thread slid on the dry glans like a snake. Only the circle around the urethra was lubricated by the soft mucus and was not invaded by the violent lace. Instead, it was thrown into the warm embrace of my mother’s vagina.

The pleasure has reached a limit. This is the first time in my life that I violated my mother. I know that once my semen is ejected, there will be no turning back in my life. Even if no one will find out about this, it will be an indelible stain in my life and heart. However, I must do this. My strong and extraordinary love for my mother that transcends human ethics has overcome all moral concepts in this world. My desire for my mother’s body and my possession of her soul drive me to give this thick semen, which I have accumulated for more than ten years since I separated from my mother, to my mother in its entirety!

“I’m going to cum all into you! I’m going to cum in you to death!” At this final climax, my heart screamed again. I knew that this was all the love I poured into my mother!

At the peak of pleasure, the thick white semen spurted out from the urethra like a tide uncontrollably, splashing completely onto the panty liner of my mother, burying all the previous traces, leaving only the trace that belonged to me, and the first trace of incest with my mother.

I took a deep breath and slowly took the panties off my glans. I once again solemnly picked up my mother’s panties and looked at the layers of white liquid that were piled up on the sanitary pad like jelly. The liquid was extremely turbid, with only the purest white color twisting and swirling in the center of the liquid.

I picked up the underwear filled with semen and took a deep breath. My wild and smelly semen suppressed the pure fragrance of my mother. It was like

I completely tamed my mother under me and played with her tempting little pussy roughly.

But the fragrance of my mother could never dissipate. It was mixed in every inch of semen, and it tolerated my savagery with the most gentle rhythm. This was the tenderness of my mother, the greatness of maternal love, and the beautiful fantasy I had been pursuing since adolescence - my mother surrendered to my cock, using her plump body to blend into my rudeness, using her body to bring me fragrance and happiness. Violence and purity were all blended in my mother’s body.

If I were asked to give this scent a name, I would call it “the everlasting scent of incest”.

Chapter 3

Every night, I would deliberately study until late, then tiptoe into the bathroom, open the lid of the washing machine, and rummage inside, searching for my mother’s underwear.

My mother’s underwear has a variety of styles. In addition to lace underwear of various colors, I also found a pair of black lace thongs. To be honest, when I first saw that thing, I was stunned.

The size of this thong is almost one-third of the mother’s black lace panties. It does not cover any part of the body except the labia, forming a capital “T”. The black lace is woven into the thin circle of the lace thong. A thin and narrow piece of cloth extends from the pants, wrapping around the mother’s lower body and finally being woven back onto the pants, forming a bold wrapping of the mother’s labia.

These are really the most daring underwear my mother has ever worn. I once thought that my mother was just pursuing fashion and had a pursuit of beauty in these delicate lace patterns. But when I saw the thong, I realized how lonely and how much she longed for nourishment her mother was deep in her heart.

I looked at the thong hanging in my palm, and the thin and long white pad. In my fantasy, my mother exposed her delicate white skin, and every inch of her pores was exposed to the air. As they opened and closed, a fragrance spread out from her body. My mother’s feet stepped on the cold floor, and the pressure of her hind feet on the ground made her white feet flush with a lovely red. My mother’s slender, round and smooth jade toes stepped on the ground, and each toe was clearly visible. The bright red nail polish was evenly applied on the beautiful toenails, reflecting the indoor lights.

The mother raised one foot and leaned down slightly, supporting her body with both hands on the thong. Her long hair hung from the back of her head, blocking her sight. Her breasts drooped slightly due to gravity, but her breasts were still perfectly upright, and the pink nipples on them seemed to be slightly flushed.

In the fantasy, this is what the mother looked like when she put on a thong for the first time. Her eyes were full of nervousness and temptation. She looked at the panties that could perfectly show a woman’s perfect sexual charm, and she couldn’t help swallowing. The father’s short and weak penis could no longer satisfy her, and her desire was growing day by day.

The rough black lace gently brushed against the mother’s delicate skin, from the calf along the thigh, and finally was pulled up to the base of the thigh and stopped there. The thong was only an inch away from her camel toe. For this conservative woman, wearing this thong seemed to symbolize that she had become a promiscuous woman, which was unfaithful and betrayal to her husband!

But when faced with sexual desire, the most primitive and strongest desire in human life, who can not be overwhelmed and succumb to it?

In the end, the mother still chose to put on the thong. She continued to pull the panties up, breaking through the last forbidden distance. When the cold but soft inch-narrow pad touched her warm and sensitive labia, she actually moaned unrestrainedly. The loud “ah~” echoed in the room. At this time, the mother deeply understood that this was her true side as a woman.

Finally, my mother put on the thong completely. The tight pants were tied on her thin waist, and the only one-inch pad covered her labia. However, the pad only covered the tempting gap in the middle of the labia. The slightly red labia was finally exposed to the air. The pants tied the sides of the labia tightly, and the lips on both sides seemed to become more red than before. Looking at the half of her exposed labia and her lush black pubic hair, my mother’s heart trembled slightly, and a stream of hot love fluid flowed out from the gap and poured on the pad.

Of course, all of the above were fantasies that occurred to me when I saw that thong. The result of that thong was the same as the original lace panties. The lace rubbed against the glans fiercely, and the sanitary pad was pressed against the urethra. Only this time, a large amount of semen sprayed out from both sides of the sanitary pad and dripped onto the bathroom floor.

The world in my dream was hazy again. In a blink of an eye, a month had passed in my dream. It was late one night again. I slipped through the dark and empty living room and ran into the bathroom.

After turning on the light, I immediately locked the bathroom door, opened the lid of the washing machine with great anticipation, and began to search through a pile of clothes. Soon, I found a pair of light green lace panties under a white nightgown. There was a blooming light green peony embroidered on the panties, quietly guarding in front of my mother’s pussy, looking so lewd.

I wanted to use it to vent my anger today, but when my eyes swept across the washing machine, I found a long flesh-colored silk item placed on one side of the washing machine wall. I realized it was my mother’s clothing, so I immediately put down the pink panties in my hand and picked up the thin silk fabric.

That thing was none other than a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose.

The slender flesh-colored stockings hung on the palm of my hand, just like the lace panties I saw for the first time. Facing such an item that appeared on my mother for the first time, my pupils flashed with excitement.

In the past month, my mother started her own independent business. She opened a beauty salon on the street. In order to improve her image and attract more customers, my mother’s dressing began to become more glamorous and beautiful, and she often wore stockings to modify her leg shape.

Looking at the shiny stockings, I reached out and touched them. The delicate nylon fabric was tightly woven and slipped smoothly over my fingertips. This soft feeling was like touching my mother’s white thighs, so delicate and smooth, and as if they were as tender as a baby’s.

Actually, I am a perverted foot fetishist. I have been particularly interested in women’s feet and legs since I don’t know when. Sometimes when I watch TV with my mother at home, I always subconsciously peek at my mother’s long white legs. Her plump and round thighs are covered with a layer of snow-white skin. The skin is smooth and looks fragile. I can also vaguely see the thin blood vessels hidden under the skin of her thighs.

Looking down along the thigh, past the slightly protruding knee, is the mother’s slender calf. The calf looks much thinner than the thigh. Although the mother is not tall, her calf is unusually slender, making her legs look extremely slender. The calf flesh at the back hangs down gently under the action of gravity, and looks as plump as the beautiful flesh of the thigh, which is as delicate as a touch, but does not destroy the slenderness of the leg. The whole leg is wrapped on the sofa, emitting a charming fragrance.

What excites me most is my mother’s delicate and lovely little feet. The beautiful curve goes down along the calf, the thin white skin covers the clearly visible capillaries, the slender finger bones support the round and white toes at the front of the sole, and the delicate and tender red skin like a baby covers the bottom of the toes and extends all the way to half of the forefoot, just like the cute blush on a girl’s face, matched with the plump foot meat and fair and delicate skin on the soles of the feet. For a foot control freak like me, this is a sumptuous feast.

If the soles of the feet are the most tempting main course, then my mother’s toes are my Alps. The plump and round toes are painted with a bright rose red, which is even and transparent, adding a mature woman’s charm to my mother’s cute little feet. The toes are simply the Alps with the flavor of cranberries, which makes people can’t help but take a few deep breaths with their mouths to taste every inch of fragrance between their fingers.

Thinking of my mother’s delicate and lovely feet, my penis immediately swelled up. I immediately pulled down my pants, and my dick jumped out like a hungry tiger, standing ferociously in the air, exuding the fishy smell that had accumulated throughout the day.

“You are really a perverted foot and stockings fetishist~” I imitated my mother’s voice in a teasing tone, and then gently poked my sensitive glans with my fingertips. My penis immediately became hard, and the whole penis pushed upwards, as if responding to my teasing.

A smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and my hand brushed down from the top of the stockings, along the smooth but slightly rough fabric, all the way down to the foot of the stockings. I imagined that my mother’s lovely little feet were perfectly wrapped in the stockings. The shiny and translucent stockings made the white feet stained with a more human flesh color, shining under the light, showing the fatal charm of the feet. The originally translucent red nail polish also seemed less unrestrained under the suppression of the flesh-colored fabric, but the suppression of that color instead created a mysterious sense of temptation, making people imagine lying under her like a dog, slowly approaching the high-raised toes, and rubbing the soft and slightly grainy stockings with the tip of the tongue.

I turned the stockings upside down and could not wait to put the socks on my cock. The cold stockings were attached to the penis, and the soft fabric was like a condom with a layer of lubricant. The stockings also exuded the special body fragrance that belonged to my mother. It was so strong that I was a little breathless, but I enjoyed this kind of experience, just like being buried deep in my mother’s breasts and smelling her milk fragrance.

I stroked the stockings in my hand, completely wrapped my penis, and then selected one of the legs and pushed it all the way down the stocking. I have to say, this feeling is really exciting. The stockings feel very soft, but they have a very obvious sense of grain and friction. Every inch of the silk has an extreme friction with the rushing glans. The glans, which is already extremely sensitive, is rubbed to the point of being in pain. I stopped the action in my hand immediately because of the pain. I wanted to give up before I had inserted it an inch.

“But, these are my mother’s stockings. As a little pervert with a serious mother complex and stockings fetish, how can I miss such a great opportunity? I must carry out my love for my mother, her beautiful legs in stockings, and her slender feet to the end, and use my unyielding will and strong spirit to climb over the mountain of ethics and morality, and possess the peerless treasure called “mother”! “With my brain full of sperm, I made an ambitious speech in my mind, and then I cheered up and straightened my back. I held the stockings in both hands, and my huge cock was deeply embedded in one of the socks, wrapped in the smooth stockings.

I grabbed both sides of the socks, continued to push the glans against the stockings, and pulled the stockings up again. The strong friction stimulation from the sensitive glans rushed into my mind, making me twisted and grimacing, but I knew that this was a test. If I couldn’t pass this, how could I cultivate a perfect big penis that my mother loved?

I exerted force in my lower body again, and my penis stood up again. Ignoring the pain, I pulled the stockings up violently. My penis pierced through every inch of my mother’s stockings like a spear. Mucus began to secrete from the urethra, and it pierced through the stockings with the sprint of the penis, leaving a long wet mark on it. The mucus secreted from the urethra also helped me a lot in my charge. Under the lubrication of the mucus, the friction of the stockings on the urethra was no longer so irritating, and the glans was also stained with mucus, and my charge suddenly became smooth.

My huge, strong, flesh-colored rod, full of fighting spirit and deep love for my mother, passed through layers of entangled, twisted and stuck together stockings, experienced extremely painful dry friction, and after nearly a minute, it finally broke through layers of haze, surpassed its own physiological limits, and hit the bottom of the stockings straightly, and hit the incomparably tempting feet at the end of the sock tube!

The sense of accomplishment of breaking through layers of obstacles and finally reaching victory, accompanied by intense sexual pleasure, made me extremely happy. I looked at my cock just erect against the one-inch stocking that once wrapped my mother’s beautiful feet, and watched the mucus secreted from the urethra slowly soaking the one-inch stocking on the foot. All the previous pains disappeared like smoke, and what followed was my sexual desire that was like a torrential rain and overwhelming bombardment!

I pulled up the stockings of the other leg and put the foot under my nose. The smell of my mother’s feet was much stronger than that of her legs. In addition to her body fragrance, there was also a slightly strong sour smell. The collision of this smell and my mother’s body fragrance was very similar to the smell left on her underwear, but the smell on her underwear reminded people of the free sea, which was the fishy and salty smell of the sea and the fragrance of the sea of ​​flowers. However, the smell of my mother’s feet was completely different. The strong sour smell tightly covered my mother’s body fragrance. This smell was extremely strong. To others, it might be a foul smell, but to me, a foot control, it was simply a fairy product.

This kind of stimulation from the smell strongly distorted my nerves, stimulating my sexual desire to break free from the shackles of ethics and morality, and become the biggest demon in my heart. Under this strong smell of foot sweat, the fragrance of my mother’s body is released from time to time, making the sour smell of foot sweat and the fragrance form a clever combination, just like being gently held in the arms of my mother after falling into evil, healing the evil in my body. The two smells mixed with each other, forming a bottomless twisted vortex that completely fascinated my mind. The world around me seemed to be turned upside down all of a sudden, and all space began to distort. All that was left in my eyes was that pair of stockings, and all that was left in my heart was the desire for my mother.

I pressed the tip of my nose tightly against her feet, frantically devouring every trace of my mother’s scent on the stockings. The strong smell penetrated into my nose like a storm, stimulating my brain over and over again. My brain seemed to be twisted and burst, and my head was spinning everywhere. But this smell, this sour and smelly smell that belongs only to the soles of my mother’s feet but also wraps around the fragrance of her body, really made me unable to stop. I just wanted the stockings to tightly wrap around every pore of my body and suffocate to death in this strange fragrance.

Under the temptation of the smell of foot sweat, I slowly stuck out my tongue, gently touched the stockings with the tip of my tongue, and then licked it lightly. Every thread of the stockings rubbed my delicate tongue. A fishy and salty smell came from the tip of my tongue, and the sour smell of sweat stimulated my brain’s taste and smell. Finally, the mother’s body fragrance rushed into my mind, alleviating the nausea brought by the foot sweat. This feeling was quite wonderful.

I raised my head and no longer indulged in the erosion of the strange smell. I looked at the soles of my mother’s stockings hanging in the palm of my hand, as if I was holding my mother’s white and delicate little feet, following the thin blood vessels on the instep all the way up, the slender white calves extended to the tight and plump thighs.

My mother’s legs were laid out perfectly in front of me, and I closed my eyes, immersed in this wonderful fantasy. In the fantasy, I slowly lowered my head and kissed the instep of my mother’s feet with my lips like the hand-kissing ceremony of European aristocrats.

My lips were pressed against the soft stockings. As my skin touched the stockings, I could not feel any strange friction at all. Only the thinness and softness of the stockings were left. The fishy and salty sweat left by my mother’s feet slowly eroded my lips. The salt was transferred to my tongue along with some saliva from the corners of my mouth. The steaming heat from my mother’s feet seemed to still remain on the stockings. A little bit of heat brought all the chaos from my mother’s feet to my face, corroding my mind.

As we kissed, I became fascinated again and stuck out my tongue again. This time, I pressed my entire tongue against the stockings. A strong salty taste mixed with the freshness of the feet invaded my tongue. This time, the strange fragrance violently invaded my mouth, then passed through my nasal cavity, and swallowed my entire brain like a tide.

The stimulation was getting stronger and stronger. My penis was so hard that it hurt. I put the stockings on my left hand and stretched my right hand down. On the other hand, my tongue began to lick the stockings violently. My tongue was completely attached to the stockings, licking them frantically, taking away the fishy, ​​salty and sweaty liquid, and at the same time sticking my saliva all over the stockings.

As the tongue licked back and forth, the gushing saliva began to make a “puffing” sound, and the friction between the tongue and the stockings made a “hissing” sound. The slightly rough silk thread continued to destroy my tongue, but under the influence of a strange fragrance, the pain seemed to completely disappear, leaving only the intense friction that stimulated my nerves.

The flirting of the first half is over, and the real pleasure of the lower body is about to come.

I touched the urethra with my right index finger and found that it was full of my mucus. The stockings wrapped around the glans were eroded by the mucus and became wet. The sweat that was originally left on it was still gone. The disappeared sweat and every inch of fragrance left by my mother’s feet and every inch of intimacy on her skin were subtly transformed into mist, blending into every inch of skin on the glans, and with the permission of my skin, flowed into my body and filled the entire glans. It can be said that the glans is now the toy of my mother’s feet.

Because the lubrication was already wet enough, I didn’t think too much about it. Like a pervert, I covered every part of my mother’s silk stockings-covered feet with my saliva. At the same time, I grabbed the cock wrapped in the stockings and started to stroke it violently.

At first, the skin at the bottom of the glans penis was rubbed painfully by the friction of the stockings because there was no lubrication, but soon, the intense pleasure caused a large amount of mucus to be secreted, all of which stuck to my hands. As my hands moved, they were all over my penis, soaking every inch of the stockings wrapped around my penis. I looked at the wet stockings that were like a well-behaved little rabbit, and the hazy frosted feeling and flesh color of the original flesh-colored stockings had disappeared, leaving only the hideous penis lightly wrapped by a layer of wet cloth that was almost invisible.

“Fuck, this is going to feel so good!” I shouted silently in my heart. My hands moved faster and faster. My possessiveness and love for my mother turned into the afterimage of my hands’ frantic stroking. The stockings, which were like a wet pussy but not that tight, made the stroking of my cock slower, but in return I felt the warm friction of the wet fabric, just like rubbing my cock on my mother’s watery and delicate skin. The texture of this friction is often more intense than the pleasure brought by blindly pursuing speed.

On the other side, an elegant jazz music seemed to echo in my mind. With the accompaniment of the music, my head could not help but twist, and my tongue swept back and forth on the stockings like a dragon. When my head moved up, my tongue swept across the stockings with saliva, and then reluctantly left the stockings, pulling out a crystal thin thread. When my head moved down again, my tongue followed the head to a clean place on the stockings, and the tongue stuck to the stockings again, and stained that place with my saliva. Soon, the stockings on my mother’s entire leg were licked by me with wet marks of varying sizes and depths.

The stroking of the lower body continued, and the sensitive glans broke away from the sticky stockings, rubbing closely against the surrounding sticky liquid, and then violently hit the wet stockings, and a large amount of sticky liquid flowed out of the urethra again.

During this period of time, in the process of masturbating with my mother’s underwear, my ejaculation time was delayed again and again, the pleasure threshold was set higher and higher, and my endurance was getting stronger and stronger. Normal masturbation could not let me completely release myself. Only in masturbation with my mother, which is an incestuous relationship, the sense of guilt that breaks through ethical morals can let me completely release the pleasure that has been suppressed for a long time, and spray the semen completely on every inch of my mother’s clothes.

But despite this, with such a comfortable masturbation, the perverted licking of the stockings and the repeated impact of the wet stockings, I masturbated for five minutes without feeling any ejaculation. Even the stockings could not withstand the mucus secreted from the urethra, and began to leak out drop by drop from the gaps, dripping onto the bathroom floor.

“What should I do? I won’t have to masturbate for another ten minutes, will I?” I felt a little impatient. Although the friction was not so strong after being soaked in mucus, if I continued to rub like this, the skin on my glans would definitely break.

At this moment, a crisp and somewhat lazy voice came from outside the door: “Son, ah~ (yawned) are you in there?”

That was my mother’s voice. A thunderclap suddenly exploded in my mind and a perverted idea popped into my head.

Since the bathroom door in my house is made of wood with two thick layers of crystal glass in the middle, although I can’t see the outside or inside, I can still vaguely see the blurry figure of my mother with her curly hair.

I moved to the door step by step, stuffed part of the stockings on my left hand into my mouth, and then propped myself up against the door with my left hand. I leaned down and looked down at my ferocious cock, then managed to squeeze out a few words with my mouth: “Wait a minute.”

“Okay, hurry up. I’ll be waiting at the door.” My mother’s figure did not disappear. I could see that she was holding a mobile phone and reading messages at this moment. She didn’t care at all about her dear baby son who was masturbating in the bathroom with her stockings facing her through the door.

“Fuck, this is really cool!” I roared excitedly in my heart. This perverted scene of violating my mother directly in front of her brought my Oedipus fetish to the extreme. The stroking of my hand was like a violent storm. The huge amount of pleasure rubbed the glans and corroded my soul. At the same time, the stockings in my mouth were sucked fiercely by me, and a lot of saliva was left on them. “Mom, I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you! I want to use your delicate little feet to give me a foot job!”

“Mom! Mom! You will always be my woman! You will always be my woman!” The pleasure broke through the limit. Right under my mother’s nose, just separated by a door, I sprayed my thick, hot semen fiercely into my mother’s stockings. The thick white liquid filled the stockings at once, giving off a strong smell of seafood.

“Son, are you not ready yet? Mom wants to go to the bathroom.” My mother’s sweet voice urged me, but I showed a satisfied smile, slowly removed the stockings stained with sticky semen from my slowly softening cock, put it on the tip of my nose and sniffed it gently.

The smell made me feel sick, but I was still very satisfied with this new smell. I put my face against the glass and whispered to my mother outside: “Remember this smell. I call it ‘rotten foot essence’.”

My mother didn’t hear exactly what I said, but she certainly heard what I seemed to be whispering.

“What are you talking about?” the mother asked, looking up.

“Nothing, Mom, wait a minute.” My face had quietly left the door, and people outside could hardly see what was inside. I hid the stockings filled with my semen, which had swelled up like a small balloon, under the pile of clothes in the washing machine, intending to deal with them after my mother left. Finally, I pulled up my pants, turned the bathroom door, and walked out.

Looking at the lovely mother who was half a head shorter than me passing by me, I looked at her clean face, and my face involuntarily leaned towards her hair, and sniffed the remaining fragrance of shampoo in her hair with the tip of my nose.

I walked out of the light in the bathroom, and a perverted smile appeared on my face, half of which was immersed in the shadows.

At the same time, the dream was quietly shattered, and the reality for me seemed to have undergone some different changes.

Chapter 4

When I woke up, the sky in the distance was turning pale, the city was bustling as usual, smoke began to rise from the breakfast shop on the street, vehicles were passing by on the street, and after a burst of horns, I was awakened by the bright sunlight outside the window.

After a night of lustful memories, my consciousness seemed a little fuzzy. I guess it was still the mental illness problem. I felt like vomiting when I woke up in the morning, but besides that, there was another strange thing that gave rise to some special ideas in my mind.

“Hey, why are my pants so wet?” I am very sensitive to wet objects, especially when wet fabrics are against my body, so I felt a little uncomfortable before I woke up. The dream ended around two or three in the middle of the night, but of course I couldn’t really know when the dream ended.

“I’m an adult, there’s no way I’m still wetting the bed.” I lifted the quilt and looked at my numb legs. Although my mother would take me for a walk in the hospital corridors and gardens every afternoon, my legs still felt uncomfortable from lying stiff in bed for so long.

I smelled a strong seafood aroma, which was salty and pungent. I quickly realized what was happening. I had also read about it in some popular science books on sex - I had a wet dream.

I was speechless for a moment. I did dream that I ejaculated many times on my mother’s private clothes yesterday, but I didn’t expect that I would have another wet dream on the hospital bed. It was really difficult for me to clean it up now that I was disabled. The wet underwear kept sticking to my penis, which was not a pleasant experience.

“What should I do? What should I do? Do I really have to handle it myself? If the nurse and my mother see it...” My eyes suddenly widened, and dozens of articles about mother-son incest that I had read flashed through my mind. An amazing idea popped into my mind, “Yes, if my mother sees it...”

In my memory, several articles about mother-son incest are written like this: a lonely mother receives a call from her adolescent son one day, saying that his penis is swollen and he can’t relieve it. At this time, the mother dares to go beyond ethics and morality out of her doting on her child and helps her son masturbate. Later, the son keeps asking for more, and the mother sinks step by step into lust in the process of helping her son, and finally shares the joy of family life with her son.

Can I do the same? This idea in my mind is getting stronger and stronger. As an energetic adolescent, my desire for my mother is no longer satisfied with just possessing her private clothes. I really want to possess her and make her my woman. I have had this idea a long time ago. Now is a good time to realize it.

Plus, I’m seriously ill now, and my mother might really help me masturbate out of pity. It’s said that everything is difficult at the beginning. As long as I can have this precedent, as long as I can succeed this time, I will definitely be able to make my mother sink step by step. After all, from my observation of my mother, she is definitely a lonely woman. As long as I firmly grasp this mentality, I will definitely succeed.

I looked at the time. It was only 7:20 in the morning. The nurse usually came to check on me at around 7:30 in the morning, and then every two to three hours. There were no cameras in the ward. My mother would come with breakfast at around 8 o’clock. She was usually not late, and she came every day. I guess no one else would take care of me. But after what happened yesterday, I couldn’t tell how my mother would treat me.

I shook my head helplessly. The wet feeling in my lower body made me very uncomfortable, but in order to get my mother’s body and her love, I had to endure it for a while.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I recalled the past days. At that time, our family was very happy. My parents met at work and fell in love at first sight. They got married in their twenties.

Sometimes I really feel that time flies by, and time has really changed a lot. My parents, who used to love each other, have gradually become cold. But there must be love between the two of them. My father often gives my mother all kinds of flowers and gifts during festivals. Although they are not expensive items, the intention is very sincere. But at the same time, in daily life, my parents never give each other a good face. My father always says that my mother is a naive and childish ghost. She is so old that she still makes trouble. My mother always complains that my father does not understand him. When he took me out for a walk a few days ago, he complained about him in front of us. The rift between the two is getting bigger and bigger.

I don’t know what their private lives are like, but I know that my father often works overtime until very late. He is the first one to go out every morning, leaving at around seven o’clock, and comes back at ten o’clock in the evening. After dinner, he goes to bed early.

My mother rarely sees him. Last month, she was always busy until 11 or 12 o’clock at night because of the store. Sometimes she stayed overnight in the store and rarely came home. It is said that women are as fierce as tigers at the age of 40. In this situation, my mother will definitely not get the nourishment from my father. And my mother often wears black underwear. I heard on the Internet that only lonely women like to wear black clothes.

As I was thinking, time passed. At 7:30 exactly, there was a knock on my door and a nurse walked in.

“Hello, I’m here to make rounds.” The nurse was young but quite experienced. At least she wasn’t like those jokes online that said the needle couldn’t penetrate the blood vessel after dozens of attempts. I didn’t need any blood tests, just normal greetings and an answering of questions would be enough.

The nurse walked to my bed. There was a fragrance on her body, but it should be the smell of perfume or shower gel. Her body odor was not very strong.

She helped me up from the bed, and her slightly protruding breasts under her snow-white nurse uniform were pressed less than an inch in front of my face, which made my face turn red. I closed my eyes or looked away.

But how could a pervert like me give up such an opportunity to molest a beautiful girl? After being shy for a while, I stared at her chest, which was heaving a little bit. She seemed to think I was a child and didn’t pay much attention to my gaze. She was still carefully arranging some bedding behind me, and then adjusted the bed to a comfortable position. Finally, she put me down and leaned against the back of the bed.

As I stared at it, it became hard. The swollen cock pressed against my wet underwear and seemed to be stuck to it.

“Do you feel any discomfort in your legs? Do you want me to press them for you?” The nurse was very considerate and took the patient’s feelings into consideration. I was indeed feeling a little sore, but I couldn’t let her discover the little tent that had already bulged up under me.

“No, no, no, I’m fine. Nurse, please go to other wards.” I waved my hands several times, looking a little panicked.

“I smell something strange. Are you really okay?” When the nurse came close to me just now, she smelled the strange odor on me. Now seeing my panicked look, it’s hard not to arouse some suspicion.

I shook my head vigorously again and immediately said, “No, I didn’t smell it. Sister nurse, I’m really fine. Thank you for your hard work.”

I still impressed her with my firm attitude and politeness. After thinking it over again and again, she chose to leave. Before leaving, she left me a word, asking me to use the bedside intercom to find the nurse if I had any problems. I hurriedly agreed and drove away this plague god.

Time passed by minute by minute, and I watched the second hand on the wall turn around and around, and then the minute hand turn through one small square after another.

The length of the wait was undoubtedly beyond my imagination. During the half hour, I did not watch TV. My mind was full of what was going to happen next. I predicted the next plot over and over again, and thought about almost all the mother-love pornographic novels I had read in my mind. My penis was also hard the whole time, and it was tightly stuck to my wet underwear for half an hour, and it hurt because of the pressure of my pants.

The hour hand pointed exactly at the number “8” and my heart suddenly began to beat violently. I could feel my chest starting to feel a little breathless, because I knew what I would face next. Whether I could successfully pry open my mother’s heart depended on this first step.

Another five minutes passed, and my lower body started to itch. It was really uncomfortable to be pressed against it all the time. And my mother hadn’t come yet. She usually knocked on the door of the ward on time, but today she was five minutes late. This really made me feel itchy. I suddenly recalled the offense I had done to my mother yesterday, and I couldn’t help but worry: “Is my mother not going to see me because of this?”

This thought hovered over my mind like a dark cloud, and it kept piling up, making my mind confused. I began to think about taking off my underwear right now and changing and washing it myself. I no longer had any hope for my mother’s arrival.

Finally, a knock on the door broke the dead silence. As the door handle turned, the woman I had been thinking about finally appeared before my eyes.

Her brown hair was tied into a long ponytail and hung behind her petite head. Her lush hair covered her head like waves. Even with the long ponytail, her hairline was still very low. Her carefully made-up face was extremely beautiful. Her long willow-leaf eyebrows were like willows swaying in the wind by the river bank, and her curved eyelashes were like the moon. Her brown pupils were full of alluring charm. Looking down her fair and straight nose, her plump lips, as pink as a girl’s, were smeared with a touch of enchanting red. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were clear and beautiful, like a goddess descending from heaven.

Today’s outfit is a little more gentle than yesterday. My mother is wearing a blue and white porcelain cheongsam with blue flowers embroidered on her plump chest. Her snow-white skin is set off by the equally white cheongsam, making her look like a beauty from the water town of Jiangnan. With every breath, her chest rises and falls slightly, and the thin cloth wraps her chest tightly, as if giving it infinite vitality.

My mother’s figure is undoubtedly the best among her peers, a typical pear-shaped figure with narrow upper body and wide lower body and big chest. Her waist, as slender as a water snake, is tightly wrapped by the cheongsam. Every step forward, she twists her slender waist, causing the fabric of the cheongsam to move slightly, which really highlights her figure perfectly. Looking down, my mother’s lower abdomen is slightly bulging. The long cheongsam covers her entire legs, with a slit of about 30 centimeters on both sides. Most of her slender calves are exposed. Her snow-white and flawless skin is fully exposed to the sunlight from outside. Her round and plump buttocks, like peaches, are also tightly wrapped by the cheongsam. The infinite charm of women is controlled by my mother.

“Mom, you look so beautiful today.” I looked at my mother with a smile and couldn’t help but praise her.

It seemed that my mother had forgotten what happened yesterday, and the gap between us was not that deep anymore. Or maybe she was in a good mood today. She looked at herself with a smile, and then boasted to me proudly: “It looks good, right? Your mother specially asked someone to customize it. It cost me a lot of money.”

My mother wore many cheongsams in her past, and I have seen almost all of them, but no one of them can show off her figure as vividly as this one. Every inch of her snow-white skin and every bit of her plump flesh are perfectly held by this dress. The tight places are tight and the loose places are just right. No matter how much this custom-made cheongsam costs, I feel it is worth it for my mother.

“It’s worthy of being custom-made. It fits you really well, mother. I thought the beauty in the painting came out.” I continued to flatter my mother. The cock under me had already become so hard that it was lawless, and it hurt every second.

My mother smiled slightly, and that feeling was really wonderful. Her eyebrows drooped slightly, her eyes half closed, a naughty strand of hair hung down from her forehead, and my mother’s plump red lips were slightly upturned. Every frown and smile of hers was full of charm!

“Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense. Did you sleep well last night?” Mother moved a chair and placed it in front of my bedside table. She also put her bag on the table. Then she leaned down slightly, twisted her right hand behind her and placed it on her lower back. Then one of her jade hands slid down her waist and abdomen to her plump buttocks, and smoothed the cheongsam down to make it neat, so that the fabric fit tightly on her buttocks. Then she continued to move down and smoothed the fabric that was hanging below her calves forward to prevent it from being pressed on the chair.

After straightening her cheongsam, she sat down on the chair. Her round buttocks first pressed against the cold surface of the chair, and then were squeezed apart as her body pressed down. The soft and elastic buttocks were squeezed out in all directions, like flattened marshmallows, supporting the mother’s elegant and calm upper body, and the slit at the bottom was opened to the maximum, exposing her entire calf and part of her round thigh.

Seeing my mother turn her head, I immediately turned my head away. The penis under my body could no longer be restrained. A little bit of mucus flowed out of the urethra. It hit the underwear so hard, as if it wanted to break through the cage that had suppressed it for a long time. I knew it was time to start my own action.

“Hiss-ah-” I suddenly let out a sob, then pretended to be a little uncomfortable, and my brows suddenly frowned a lot.

Seeing this, the mother immediately stood up and asked anxiously: “Baby, what’s wrong with you?”

“Mom, it hurts a little there - ah -” My acting skills are really superb, but it was indeed hard and painful there, but it was not because of illness.

“Where it is? Let mom see.” My mother immediately came close to me, her eyes full of panic and anxiety. The faint body fragrance emanated from her and penetrated into my nose. Looking at her fair face so close to me, the desire in my heart became stronger, and the desire in my lower body became more and more intense.

I stretched out my hand and pointed at the location of my penis under the quilt. The quilt was slightly bulging there, but because of the pants, it didn’t look so obvious.

My mother hurriedly lifted my quilt, and the scene before her frightened her so much that she stood there - my penis was so big that it had made a big tent in my pants, and even I was shocked by my own size.

At this moment, the mother’s heartstrings trembled slightly, as if a very small stone was thrown into the calm autumn water. But what she didn’t know was that it was this small tremor that made her completely become the incestuous lover of her lovely son. But at this moment, she would have no idea that from this moment on, things would go to an uncontrollable extreme.

“Mom, it hurts so much there, I feel like it’s going to explode!” My face flushed red and my tone sounded extremely painful. Of course, all of this was just a fake, only the pain was real.

The mother came to her senses, but was still reluctant to accept this fact. I could see that her body was trembling slightly, and there was a hint of rejection in her pupils. For an innocent young woman who always maintained her chastity, for a gentle mother who always adhered to ethics, how could she look at her son’s penis? How could she accept the fact that the child who once clamored for milk in her arms would actually have an erection in front of her!

“Mom, help me, it’s really, really going to explode!” Seeing that my mother was still hesitating, I continued to shout.

Listening to myself shouting this, I suddenly remembered something. I remember that when I was circumcised, a ring was put on my glans. For a child at that time, the pain should only be the wound after the skin was cut, but I always felt that my entire penis seemed to swell up, but the glans was tightly held by the ring, and it felt like it was about to explode. Especially after seeing my mother, I always shouted: “It’s going to explode, it’s going to explode!” At that time, I thought it was a normal phenomenon, but now it seems that I actually got an erection after seeing my mother.

In the end, the mother seemed to have made up her mind. She turned around and stopped being shy and hesitant. This time, she was just a mother who loved her child and wanted to help her child, not a pervert who wanted to peek at her son’s big cock.

“Baby, it’s okay, relax, mom will take a look at it for you. It’s okay.” The mother’s tone was so gentle that I felt like I had fallen into her arms and the pain in my lower body actually eased a little.

Mother’s white and slender hands reached out, grabbed the top of my pants belt, and slowly pulled it down. The ferocious cock was pressed tightly by the tight boxer briefs, but it still made the underwear bulge almost crazily, forming a huge tent. The underwear was full of sticky semen, and from the outside, the color of the underwear was a few shades darker. An unpleasant smell emanated from the underwear and pierced the tip of my mother’s nose.

The mother coughed a few times because of the odor. It was really an extremely unpleasant and disgusting smell. “But, why, why, my heart seems to be a little...” She did not imagine it any further. She looked at her baby son with a distorted face lying on the bed, took a deep breath, blinked hard, and the determination born of maternal love became firm.

She stretched out her hand, and the scorching heat wave with the intoxicating scent of masculine hormones hit her jade hand. I narrowed my eyes slightly and watched my mother fall into my trap step by step.

At this moment, the mother suddenly withdrew her hand and shook her head violently. A will called ethical will suppressed her determination to sacrifice for her son.

“Mom, please help me, it really hurts.” I saw that my mother, who was about to take the bait, actually took her hand back. I couldn’t help but scream in my heart that something was wrong and continued to shout.

“No, no, I...” The mother seemed a little out of consciousness. She looked at the ground at a loss, her eyes wandering, and she kept muttering to herself.

“Damn it, why don’t you fall for it!” I was so anxious that I was about to explode. The arrow was almost on the string. I couldn’t let her get away like this. I have been enduring for a whole morning and I can’t fail like this.

I had no choice but to use my trump card. I suddenly shouted, “Mom! Ah!” As the shout ended, my body suddenly collapsed and fell on the head of the bed. Then my body began to twitch violently and endlessly. My eyes rolled back and saliva came out of my mouth.

If you look closely, you will find that the acting is not very good. Although the eyes are rolled back, there is still a small inch of pupil left. The amount of foam he spit is also very small, it is all saliva. But in this emergency situation, coupled with the mother’s deep love for her son, she will definitely be fooled by my acting skills.

As expected, when my mother saw this, she became panicked. She ran to the bedside table and was about to call the nurse, but when she saw my erection, she retracted her hand that was reaching for the phone.

She ran to my tent again and sat on the chair in despair. The foam in my mouth was getting more and more. On one side was my seriously ill son, and on the other side was the illusory ethics and morals. What should I choose? She gave me the answer at that moment.

“Son, don’t think too much. Mom just, just...” Her voice lowered again, and then those jade hands stretched out again. The delicate backs of her hands rested on my lower abdomen, and she grabbed my underwear with her fingers. Her hands trembled again.

I know that I am only one step away from victory, all I need is to make that final blow!

A bead of sweat overflowed from my mother’s forehead, her hair became messy, and several inches of hair were scattered. She used snow-white foundation to cover her dark circles, but it still couldn’t cover the fine wrinkles on the side of her eyes. I knew that was the mark left by working hard for me day and night. I felt sorry for my mother from the bottom of my heart. My mother loved me so much and worked so hard for me for more than ten years, but I used my mother as a tool to vent my desires, violated my mother’s private clothes unscrupulously, and now I want to drag my holy mother into the abyss of incest.

But now that things have come to this, how can I stop now when Xiaotou is in control of everything? Besides, is it true that in my heart, apart from my respect and love for my mother, I have no other feelings?

Of course not. Just as I shouted that night when I ejaculated my first load of semen into my mother’s black lace panties, my love for my mother has surpassed the affection between family members. I love my mother openly and without any concealment. I have a strong possessive desire for my mother. I just want my mother to be my woman. I don’t care about worldly ethics and morals. I only know that my mother was born to be my woman!

“Mom, it really, really hurts-” My voice faded, and the twitching of my body gradually stopped, leaving only the white foam in my mouth still pouring out crazily. I leaned on the head of the bed, looking down at my mother who was sitting on the chair, who was shorter than me at this time. Although the voice was weak, it broke all my confusion and all my mother’s silence. Her jade hand pushed down, and the underwear that was originally tightly attached to the glans was separated by her.

This time I was really in pain and couldn’t control myself from screaming. My whole body was really convulsing in pain, and my body, which was slumped over the head of the bed, straightened up all of a sudden, screaming and yelling.

At this time, the mother was staring at the rising penis. The 20-centimeter light brown penis stood straight in front of her, almost three-quarters of the length of her face. The whole penis was extremely thick, like a slender iron rod, with bursting blue veins bursting on the surface of the penis. The glans, which was violently stimulated, became red and extremely swollen.

My mother came to her senses, and when she saw me, who was still grinning but had regained consciousness, a look of joy appeared on her face, but a shadow still appeared on her face.

“Mom, it hurts there, and it still hurts now. I, I don’t know what to do, hiss-ah-” I started pretending again. Seeing my mother like this, she must have been shocked by my cock. Although I don’t know if my mother is a hungry woman, no matter who comes, as long as they see this cock, they will definitely be attracted to it. This is my absolute confidence in myself.

The mother stood up and took a deep breath of air through her nose. She tried to calm her trembling heart and her confused mind. As a woman, she naturally knew what the erect penis meant. At the same time, she also saw some semen left on the underwear. At this moment, she understood that her son had entered the realm of adults. At least in terms of the development of his sexual organs, he was already a qualified adult. As a mother, she had to help her son get through this period correctly and let him walk on the right path.

But from my perspective, I don’t think so. In my mother’s eyes, I am an innocent little boy, but I know very well that I am a perverted son with a serious Oedipus complex, an evil pervert who wants to make my mother fall into the abyss of incest.

The mother walked away. She first pulled the curtains on one side of the room, then walked to the door, turned on the light in the room, and then locked the door tightly.

“Tell me the truth, what did you dream about last night?” The mother sat down again, and she regained her usual reserve, but her expression showed a little more kindness and tenderness.

I knew what my mother was asking. She must have seen the semen left on my underwear from my wet dream. So I pretended to stutter and said, “I, I dreamt about my mother last night.”

My mother’s pupils suddenly dilated and her eyelids twitched, but she soon understood me and her expression calmed down again.

“What happened to your mother in your dream?” the mother continued to ask.

“I dreamed of being held in my mother’s arms. Her belly was very soft and her body smelled very good. I felt very comfortable.” I answered shyly, pretending to be an innocent boy. At the same time, I lowered my eyes slightly and stopped looking at my mother’s face.

“Is that it? Nothing else happened, right?”

“Um.”

The mother took another breath, her nostrils slightly widened to allow air to flow smoothly into her lungs, and then she said, “Did you feel your pants were wet this morning?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, Mom. I still wet the bed even at this age.” My voice was filled with tears.

My mother reached out and touched my head: “You are not wetting the bed, you are having nocturnal emission, do you understand?” My mother’s voice was obviously a little slow, but she finally said the word.

“What is nocturnal emission?” I pretended not to understand and continued to ask.

“Every boy will have nocturnal emission when he reaches puberty. Look at your two round balls, they are called ‘testicles’, you know, your sperm is stored there, and when they are full, your sperm will flow out by itself, this is called ‘nocturnal emission’, you know?” The mother’s voice was gentle, and she was obviously no longer so resistant.

“I, I know, but my, my penis still hurts so much, ah.” I was so anxious. I just wanted my mother to help me masturbate with her hands instead of listening to her talking a bunch of nonsense.

“Okay, baby, don’t be afraid. The swelling of your penis is called ‘erection’. Don’t worry, mom will help you.” My mother was suddenly flustered and hurried to comfort me.

“Thank you, thank you, Mom.” I put on a ferocious look on my face again and urged, “Mom, it really hurts, please help me quickly.”

The mother still found it difficult to accept it at first, but after a series of psychological struggles, she knew that she had to fulfill her duties as a mother. As for chastity and morality, they could be thrown behind her at this moment.

“Don’t think or say anything about what your mom is going to do next, okay?” These all-too-familiar words finally reached my mind. Here it comes, it finally comes. The incestuous plot described in countless pornographic books is finally about to begin at this moment!

“Yes, I know.”

“Mommy loves you, baby.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

This was the most affectionate confession in the world, but it was made at the most filthy moment. My mother’s hand reached out, and her five slender fingers formed a ring and grasped my penis.

The impact at this moment almost reached its peak. The incest plot I had dreamed of really happened in front of my eyes. My mother’s delicate and smooth skin was pressed against my sticky cock. The heat from the cock hit my mother’s jade hands. My mother’s soft fingertips were pressed against the penis as hard as steel. The capillaries under her skin transported my mother’s blood, transferring the warmth from my mother’s body to my cock.

The stroking began. My mother wrapped her whole hand around the top of my cock. Her delicate hand gently moved upwards, pushing the foreskin onto my glans. The circle formed by her whole hand wrapped around my glans. The contrast between her fair skin and the bright red glans was so striking.

“Is it comfortable like this?” The mother asked sweetly as she stroked my penis.

This is more than comfortable, it’s almost like a great pleasure. But I obviously can’t express this emotion, I just replied with a little relaxation: “It still hurts a little, but it seems to be better.”

“Yeah.” Mother’s voice was soft. She tried her best not to look at my huge cock. She kept staring at my face, which made me feel a little unnatural.

The stimulation under my body was becoming more and more intense. My mother’s fingertips rubbed on my glans, and the speed of stroking gradually increased. The pleasure accumulated bit by bit, and streams of prostate fluid began to flow out of the urethra and accumulated on my mother’s fingers.

“Mom, I feel it’s a bit painful when you rub it.” The glans was tightly grasped by my mother’s hand, and the prostate fluid was spilled all over her hand. The glans could not be lubricated at all, and my mother kept looking at me like this, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

“Oh, okay, I’ll help you...” The mother turned her head and looked at her jade hand that was holding her son’s penis. The hideous penis was still standing there so straight. Originally, she just imagined her action as wiping a stick, but now when she saw the few strands of crystal liquid on her fingers, she could no longer maintain her modesty. The crime called “incest” was deeply engraved in her heart.

She felt the warmth and viscosity of the liquid. More than ten years ago, she had flirted with her father in this way, but now, more than ten years later, she was actually doing this with her son.

She couldn’t accept it, but for the sake of her son, she was willing to bear the crime. Moreover, it was only, only this time today, and from now on she would pretend that this incident had never happened. The cute boy in front of her was still the lively son she once was.

My mother’s hand slid over my glans, and her whole hand rotated over my glans. She moved her fingertips to the urethra, stained with a trace of sticky mucus, and then her entire warm and rough palm passed over my urethra. The friction caused by the skin stimulated the urethra to quickly secrete mucus, which immediately stuck to my mother’s palm.

The mother swallowed and frowned slightly. She was disgusted by the sticky liquid secreted, and also by her current depraved self. But for the sake of her son, she had no choice but to do this.

The palm covered with mucus separated from the glans, pulling out a thin, crystal silk thread. The mother’s palm changed into a ring shape again to wrap the penis, and then the palm covered with mucus was placed on the penis, grabbing the foreskin and pushing it upwards, then letting the palm completely stick to the foreskin, and quickly wiped it down, straightening the foreskin again while evenly spreading the mucus on the foreskin.

“It feels so good. It feels so fucking good.” My mother is indeed a good masseur. She started learning various beauty skills a long time ago. In addition, she also learned service skills such as massage. This allows her to use her hand strength extremely skillfully. While quickly pulling the foreskin, she presses hard into the nerves of the penis, causing my urethra to gush out crystal clear mucus again.

My mother’s technique was so skillful that I even suspected that she was practicing masturbation techniques with my father every day. While her palm was passing over the urethra, she gently squeezed the glans. She then slid her hand down along the penis, coating every part of the foreskin with lubricating mucus. Her own hands were already covered with hot and sticky liquid.

After applying it evenly, she returned to the initial circular shape, wrapped my penis, and stroked my penis at a suitable speed. The wetness of her hands and the lubrication of the mucus on the foreskin made the stroke smoother. I just looked at the sticky and smelly liquid on my mother’s white jade hand, and watched her jade hand move upwards, wrapping my glans, and then pulling it down, so that the penis stood on the jade hand.

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Well, it doesn’t hurt as much after rubbing it.”

My mother nodded slightly and turned her face away again. This time she didn’t dare to look at me again. She just stared at the bag on the table, her plump lips slightly pursed, with a gloomy expression.

My mother’s stroking stimulated pleasure on my glans little by little, but I knew that it was not the time to ejaculate yet, and I had to continue to enjoy more masturbation services from my mother.

Two or three minutes later, my mother felt her hands aching. She looked at me and asked anxiously, “Baby, do you feel like you want to...”

“What do you want?” I continued to ask knowingly, with a sinister smile in my heart.

“It feels like I need to pee.” The mother finally blurted out these words with a blushing face.

“No, no. And it seems, it still hurts a little.”

My mother frowned again, she pursed her lips hard, her snow-white teeth squeezed together, and at the same time, she actually began to press my cock. While her tight palm was stroking upwards, she pressed hard on my coronal sulcus with her fingers, squeezing the semen that I had been planning for a long time to rush to the urethra, and I almost ejaculated.

“Fuck, I almost came, how can my mother be so good at it?” I cursed in my heart, but the pleasure was obviously stronger. My mother’s palm kept exerting force, stimulating every inch of pleasure nerve hidden under my penis. The close fit between her hand and penis slowed down the stroking speed, but my mother’s smooth skin fit and squeezed my penis perfectly, which further strengthened the stimulation brought by the pleasure. Every upward stroke seemed to squeeze out all my semen.

The fishy smell in the air became stronger and stronger, and the space between my mother and I became hot and dry. I stared at my mother’s face carefully. Her complexion was more flushed than before. Her pearly teeth were slightly exposed. She bit her bright red lower lip lightly. The color of her lipstick was stained on her teeth.

I looked down again. My mother’s round thighs covered by the cheongsam were tightly closed together, and the fat thighs were squeezed upwards. My mother’s cute little feet in black flat cloth shoes were slightly off the ground. Looking down along the white and thin instep, my mother’s toes seemed to be slightly curled up, and her toes pressed against the upper of the cloth shoes, creating tiny bulges. My mother’s two slender calves were crossed together nervously, and the plump and smooth muscles between her legs seemed to be a little tense.

I saw all of this. I was keenly observing my mother’s every move, every breath. I was almost certain that my mother’s body was throbbing because of me.

Another three or four minutes passed. I tried my best to restrain my desire to ejaculate and enjoyed my mother’s sexy service at the moment. I’m sure my mother’s pussy was flooded with spring water. She had been restraining herself, and the muscles in her legs were tightening little by little.

“Son, son, you, you still don’t have that feeling?” The mother could hardly hold back, and she started asking again.

“No, no.” I tried my best to restrain myself, but the pleasure was too intense. My mother’s powerful technique massaged every inch of my pleasure nerves and squeezed every drop of my mucus. I felt that I was close to the critical point of ejaculation. I was just a little bit of pleasure and stimulation, and I was about to ejaculate.

“Okay.” Mother’s teeth bit harder and harder, leaving a deep mark on her lower lip. The speed of her hand stroking also rose to an unprecedented level at this time. A series of afterimages appeared in front of my eyes, as if two hands were hovering over my cock.

“Yes, I can’t take it anymore!” I shouted in my heart. My mother has already used her skills to the extreme. My cock seems to have merged with my mother’s jade hands. My mother’s white jade hands are my human masturbation cup!

“Mom, look at me.” I screamed at my mother, but in fact, a more evil and crazy idea came to my mind.

My mother turned her head, her face flushed. At this moment, her little face was facing my red glans, facing my slightly opened crazy urethra.

“I’m cumming!” I shouted excitedly in my heart, and a stream of thick, hot semen gushed out from the urethra like a cannonball, scattering in all directions. Most of the semen was shot directly onto my mother’s fair face. The thick semen on both cheeks slowly flowed down her face, and the semen that exploded on the forehead flowed onto the bridge of her nose between her eyes.

“Ah~” My mother exclaimed, and obviously didn’t react, so I filled her face with my semen. I looked at my mother’s face covered with my thick white semen with pride, and saw her panic-stricken look at her who was at a loss. The possessiveness and sexual desire in my heart were finally truly satisfied.

Of course, I couldn’t show this emotion, so I started to act like a good boy again and eagerly asked, “Mom, are you okay?”

My mother waved her hands and turned her face away, obviously not wanting me to see her lewd appearance at the moment: “I’m fine, it’s okay.” She pulled several tissues from the bedside table, first wiped the semen off her face, and then began to wipe her hands.

My mother repeatedly rubbed her palms with a tissue, her strength increasing, her expression almost crazy, and some crystal tears seemed to overflow from her red eyes. Looking at my mother like this, I knew that I had gone too far: “I’m sorry, Mom, I, I made you so dirty.”

“No, it’s okay. As long as you are healthy, Mom will be fine.” Her voice was a little tearful, which softened my heart. But I clearly noticed my mother’s resistance to this relationship. I knew that incest has always been a hurdle in my mother’s heart. Today’s incident will become a dark memory that she will never forget. This made me very angry, and jealousy surged in my heart. Why can’t I get my mother’s body or her heart, but my father can?

My mother brought a few more tissues and handed them to me, and said softly, “Baby, can you clean yourself?”

“Yeah.” I nodded meekly.

The mother wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and showed a forced smile on her face: “Baby, swear to mom that you won’t tell anyone about what happened today.”

“Yes, I swear.”

The mother nodded and said, “That’s great. You are my best baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

My mother stood up, and I looked at the faint marks of semen on her face, and a sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously.

“Mom has to go back to work this afternoon, and a nurse will bring you food.” The mother turned around, picked up her bag and was about to leave. Before leaving, she turned her head again and said with some difficulty, “If you get an erection again in the future, you, you don’t need to look for mom anymore.”