The next morning, sunlight streamed through the open curtains and shone on my mother’s face.
She looked as full and clear as a dewdrop, exuding a delicate fragrance and a captivating aroma.
Mom lazily opened her blurry eyes: her own bedroom, everything around her was as usual.
Mom stretched, her newly awakened, plump breasts swaying gently.
She felt a little sore and achy, but also a sense of indescribable satisfaction and pleasure, as if she had obtained something she had longed for but could not have.
My face, ears, neck, chest, thighs and toes all felt tingly and itchy.
The drool on my skin had been wiped clean with a towel, which my mother was unaware of.
Last night’s dream was so real it was unbelievable.
The pleasure was something Mom had never experienced before in her life.
Even now, she still feels a little sore, numb, and weak all over.
She realized that the feeling of orgasm is so wonderful.
Mom regrets that she always rushed through sex before.
Although the effects of the medicine had worn off, Mom still felt sore and weak all over, especially with a slight swelling and pain in her lower body.
The mother couldn’t help but recall the series of obscene and lustful dreams she had last night.
They felt so real, yet the plots were absurd.
(How could I dream of being sexually massaged by my own son…
Not only did I squirt milk from his touch…
but I was also massaged in my genitals by my son in the dream…
In a daze, I let my son penetrate me and have incestuous sex with me…
I even had multiple orgasms…
and in the end, my son even ejaculated inside me…
How could I have such a lewd dream…
Michelle, Michelle…
you are so shameless…)
As Mom lay in bed, her face flushed, she thought to herself, “I’m not a lewd woman, but I always crave comfort, which is perfectly normal!”
After all, desire is human nature, and who can completely eradicate desire?
How could Mom have imagined having such a dream?
It was all because I secretly fed her aphrodisiacs, and combined with how I played with her tonight, that she had such a dream.
She has unknowingly developed an inescapable desire, which is growing stronger and stronger.
As Mom shook her head and prepared to get up, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
First, she felt a chill on her feet.
When she stretched them out from under the covers, her beautifully curved, fair heels were dazzling.
Could it be that she had kicked them in her dream last night?
Mom was a little confused, but her head was still a bit dizzy, so she decided not to think about it anymore.
But then she noticed something even more embarrassing: she felt a slight discomfort in her sensitive lower body, including her underwear which was wet against her vulva, her buttocks which were sticky, and the sheets were soaked.
Mom blushed.
The passionate lovemaking in her dream last night had left her lower body all wet, and her vaginal fluids had soaked her lower body and flowed onto the sheets.
Mom grabbed some tissues from the bedside table and touched her vulva, wanting to wipe her wet, tender flesh.
The sensation of the tissues rubbing against her labia made her feel quite aroused, and the madness from her dream clearly surfaced in her mind.
(How could I have such a dream…
How embarrassing…)
(That dream…the person in the dream who toyed with and raped me…)
(It turns out he’s his biological son…)
(Yes…
in my dream, the person I was having sex with was my own son…)
(In the dream, my son squeezed my breasts and milk came out…and sucked a lot of it…)
(In the dream, the son rubbed his thick, long penis against her delicate private parts…
and then forcefully inserted it and began thrusting…)
(I was sent to the clouds by my son in my dreams, experiencing ecstasy and pleasure countless times…)
(You actually dreamt of having sex with your own son, Michelle, you’re shameless!…)
The mother’s pretty face flushed with embarrassment.
She forced herself not to think about it anymore and quickly tidied herself up.
(Wait…
why did that dream feel so real…?)
(I took sleeping pills last night…
Could it be…
what happened last night?!)
Thinking about the strangeness around her, the mother had many guesses in her mind.
She inexplicably thought of a possibility: could she have been drugged and raped by her own son last night?
Mom’s pretty face suddenly turned pale.
She quickly spread her legs and carefully examined her vagina.
However, apart from some vaginal fluid, she did not find any redness, swelling, or cloudy white semen.
Mom couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief.
Michelle…
what’s wrong with you…
what are you thinking…
how could your son take advantage of you…
It’s all my husband’s fault for being abroad…
leaving me all alone in my room…
The mother couldn’t help but complain about the father.
She put on her pajamas, stockings, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and went to her son’s room.
I was fast asleep, wearing only my underwear.
The blanket was kicked to the side, and my erect penis was pushing the underwear up high, with most of my pubic hair showing.
My mother’s eyes immediately fell on my waist, and when she saw my bulging crotch, she seemed to be burned and quickly looked away in a panic.
(My son’s…it’s so big…I wonder which little girl is going to suffer like this…hehe…no…maybe…the little girl will really like it…it seems my son really didn’t do anything last night…otherwise…it’s so thick…I haven’t had that in so long…if it went in…I would definitely feel something strange…oh dear…Michelle, what are you thinking…this is your own son!)
The mother stared at her own son’s big penis and let her mind wander.
Her tender vulva began to wet again, and her pretty face flushed.
She hurriedly ran to the bathroom.
“Whoosh…” The urge to urinate, which had been held back for so long, was finally released, gushing out like a flood.
The jet of urine hit the edge of the toilet bowl and made a splashing sound.
“Ah~!” But instead of relieving herself, Mom suddenly squeezed her thighs together, her disheveled body began to tremble, and the stream of urine she was shooting out from below intensified again, almost splashing out of the toilet.
With one hand braced against the wall, her other porcelain-white hand gripped the toilet seat tightly.
The sudden, intense pleasure caused her alluring eyes to roll upwards, leaving only the whites of her eyes in their sockets.
Her sensual lips parted slightly, and with her convulsing body, she emitted a series of dying “uh…uh…” sounds.
This state continued until she urinated completely, and the continuous stimulation pushed the mother towards orgasm, only to abruptly stop just as she was about to reach her peak.
As the pale yellow urine became a trickle, the intense pleasure gradually subsided.
“Oh my god!
What am I doing…
That’s my own son…
What’s wrong with me?
Why do I keep thinking about those shameful things…”
The mother sat on the toilet with a shy expression, but her mind kept replaying her son’s bulging genitals and the vivid erotic dream she had last night.
The fragmented scenes made it impossible for her to remember anything that had happened the night before.
Mom sat blankly on the toilet, lost in thought, when she felt a wet, slippery sensation in her genitals.
Especially when urine spurted out of her vagina, her delicate labia majora began to twitch involuntarily.
This made Mom a little curious.
But when the mother looked down, she realized that the slippery feeling was caused by the vaginal fluid flowing out of her vagina.
(Oh no, oh no, it’s leaking again…)
The sudden surge of vaginal fluid made the mother feel somewhat nervous.
The mother quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe her wet vulva.
Seeing that the tissue was covered with her own clear fluid, she mistakenly thought it was just increased vaginal discharge.
She had no idea that her precious vagina had actually been secretly rubbed countless times by her own son’s penis last night.
However, the mother still didn’t realize that she had been played with by her own son all night, because my handling of the aftermath last night was impeccable.
To avoid arousing any suspicion from my mother after she woke up, after ejaculating three times while drenched in sweat, I cleaned her body with a wet wipe, even removing the stockings from her feet.
Then I dressed her properly again.
Since I hadn’t even penetrated her vagina, how could she possibly notice?
Standing in front of the mirror by the sink, Mom shyly spread her long, slender, snow-white legs in stockings and looked into the mirror.
Looking at the clear liquid, the mother’s pretty face flushed slightly, and her silk-clad legs trembled.
She couldn’t help but recall the erotic dream she had last night, in which she dreamt of a passionate embrace with her own son.
Instantly, she felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, and the honey hole that had just stopped producing vaginal fluid began to secrete strands of love juice again.
(So much water…
I’m completely soaked…)
(So much was leaked…)
(Michelle, you’re shameless…)
(That’s your own son…)
Slightly flustered, the mother blushed and wiped her tender vulva with her hand.
Inadvertently, her finger slipped into the honey hole when it passed the entrance of the vulva, and the stimulation made the mother groan softly.
The mother pulled her hand away and held it up to her eyes, staring incredulously at the love fluid smeared on it.
She felt deeply ashamed; it had only been a few months since she had sex with the father… yet her body had become so incredibly wanton…
But upon closer reflection, it’s actually understandable.
In recent years, because her husband has been abroad for many years and she has been busy with work, she has had no opportunity to make love with him.
After being empty for so long, a strange sense of sexual repression has been tormenting her body and mind.
Normally, given my mother’s chaste nature, it wouldn’t have been a problem.
However, after I secretly drugged her, her physical sexual needs were amplified.
Although my mother herself was unaware of it, the aphrodisiac was already secretly awakening her sexual desire.
Unaware of the situation, the mother felt a deep sense of guilt, but her delicate hands couldn’t help but reach down to her tender vulva again.
Her slender fingers parted her delicate pink labia and gently pressed against her protruding clitoris.
The intense pleasure made her cry out again.
(No…
that’s not how it is…)
(It wasn’t because I saw my own son’s bulging genitals were wet…)
(Michelle, you are a good mother…)
(It’s just that my body has been empty for too long…)
(I’ve reached that age where I’m as fierce as a wolf…)
(Just venting once is enough…)
Mom took a deep breath and reached into her shirt to knead her snow-white breasts into different shapes.
As her hands moved, the thin shirt could no longer contain her large breasts.
The snow-white flesh squeezed out of the shirt collar, and the pink nipples stood tremblingly outside, swaying up and down with the squeezing of her hands, creating pink trails.
The mother’s left hand involuntarily began to caress her beautiful breasts, her slender fingers deftly stroking and teasing the rosy nipples, and then a groan of ecstasy escaped her lips once more.
Mom kept twisting her slender waist, her pretty face flushed with spring, her breath sweet as orchids, her face full of pleasure.
Her tender little tongue uttered moans, emitting waves of alluring soft cries.
Mom’s right hand went deep into the mysterious place between her legs, probing and caressing through the thin fabric.
At first, she was a little shy and uneasy, but soon, as Mom’s exposed white skin became as pink as if it had been painted with rouge, the water ripples on her panties gradually deepened and spread.
The mother further extended her hand into her underwear and continued to caress that mysterious place.
The water stains around her underwear had turned into dark spots.
The rising passion and rapid breathing caused the alluring moans to become intermittent, rising and falling, with varying intonations.
A series of moans drifted up, forming a string of captivating notes.
Against the backdrop of my mother’s stunning beauty, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander.
Then Mom lifted her nightgown, rolling it up to her waist to reveal black stockings with lace trim at the hem.
The stockings looked even more sexy and alluring against her fair skin.
Her vulva was tightly covered by a pair of black semi-transparent silk panties, and her swollen, thick vulva was faintly visible.
A few long pubic hairs peeked out from the sides of the panties, making her look incredibly tempting and obscene.
Mom covered her red lips with her left hand, soft moans escaping her lips.
Then she reached her fair right hand into her panties, the tight fabric stretched open by her hand, revealing the outline of her fingers.
Mom’s right index finger curved and slowly slid and rubbed near her vulva.
The panty opening, which was originally close to her thigh, rose and fell with the movement of Mom’s hand, the black lace panties appearing and disappearing, making one want to tear them open and fuck the cunt hidden inside.
With a shy expression, Mom pulled her panties down to her ankles, revealing her thick, dark pubic hair lying flat on her slightly protruding mons pubis, and her pink labia tightly closed at the base of her snow-white thighs.
After hesitating for a moment, Mom blushed and rubbed her high, firm breasts with her right hand.
Her delicate hands rubbed her full, tender breasts, and the breast muscles that had been squeezed protruded from between her fingers.
Under the soft light, they were exceptionally smooth and tempting, making me want to take a bite.
My mother had no idea that I had molested her the night before.
I got up early because I was worried that she would find out.
She had seen my genitals by accident, but it was all intentional.
After she left, I secretly followed her to the bathroom door and caught her masturbating again.
My mother, who is usually dignified and elegant, was sitting naked on the toilet wearing only black stockings.
Her soft, white body swayed and trembled, her snow-white, mature buttocks dancing wildly and completely exposed before my eyes.
Her mother’s face was flushed, she was breathing heavily, her eyes were half-open and half-closed, and her slender hands were passionately kneading her large breasts.
Her body twisted and turned, as if the burning passion in her lower body was hard to control.
The look of ecstasy on her face far exceeded my expectations.
No wonder, my father is abroad most of the year, my mother is living a life that is almost like a widow, and with the aphrodisiacs I secretly fed her, her body has become more and more sensitive.
Yes!
My mother would never have imagined that I was the one who orchestrated this whole scene.
After massaging for a while, Mom got into the swing of things, and her movements became more and more exaggerated.
Glistening fluid began to secrete between her two pink labia.
Her eyes were half-closed, and her red lips parted slightly, letting out soft, wanton moans.
Her beautiful face was full of alluring lust.
Mom’s small mouth opened slightly shyly as she breathed softly.
Then, she spread her two silk-clad legs in an M-shape and slowly moved her right hand to stroke the dark, shiny pubic hair below her abdomen.
Then, she used her right hand to part the clumps of pubic hair, revealing a wet, sand-like, bright red vulva.
Driven by lust, Mom spread her legs wide, and her wide-open, pink and tender vulva reappeared before me!
I stared intently at my mother’s most private parts, where the mature, beautiful vulva that I had been longing for day and night was clearly visible.
The plump, white, and rounded mons pubis, the two shyly parted, red and tender labia, and the tender flesh protruding from the mons pubis were also pink and tender.
The short pubic hair was neatly distributed around my mother’s vulva.
The slightly curly pubic hair was shiny black after being wet with vaginal fluid.
My heart was racing, and my hands and feet were trembling slightly as I suppressed my breathing, afraid that my mother would find out that I was peeping at her masturbating.
Mom dipped her fingers into her vulva, pulling up a strand of vaginal fluid.
Using the fluid as lubrication, she slowly pressed her fingers against her clitoris and gently rubbed it.
The moan that had just stopped for a few seconds after the sensitive area was stimulated rang out again.
Mom looked comfortable and completely absorbed.
With her right hand, Mom gently stroked her swollen vulva, her middle finger slowly rubbing the sensitive clitoris at the entrance.
With her eyes closed, her moans grew louder.
After rubbing for a while, Mom extended her index and ring fingers, parting the two bright red labia at the entrance of her vulva, making the clitoris in the middle more prominent.
Then, she touched the hardened clitoris with her middle finger.
In an instant, Mom’s delicate body tensed with excitement, her snow-white skin taut, and she began to tremble all over.
Mom’s two long, slender, pink legs were spread wide, her slightly pink hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, her eyes were tightly closed, and she uttered seductive moans: “Ah…it itches…it itches so much…hum…husband…Xue’er…want…want to make love…”
After rubbing for a while, Mom felt it wasn’t enough, so she groped and slowly inserted her entire middle finger into her damp crevice.
“Mmm…
ooh~” As the fingers were slowly inserted into her mother’s vagina, her moans gradually grew louder.
With one hand, Mom continued to knead her large breasts, while with the other hand, she teased her wet, moist vulva with a thrusting motion.
Soon, the pink vulva was churned into white fluid, and the splashing lustful water soaked the stockings on Mom’s legs.
While my mother was tormented by lust, my penis was also erect, imagining my mother holding me and rolling around on the bed, making lewd noises.
If this scene could come true, I would do anything.
I squinted at my mother’s beautiful face.
My mother, who was usually stunning and charming, looked even more alluring and seductive, making my blood boil.
The sight made my young and vigorous heart flutter and my mouth freeze.
Although my conscience was condemning my indecent act of spying on my mother, I couldn’t bear to look away.
Even though the mature mother I was masturbating in front of me was my own mother, how could anyone miss such a beautiful and seductive naked body!
With one hand kneading her large breasts, the other hand was constantly thrusting in and out of her vagina, and rapid breathing echoed in the bathroom.
This meant that the mother urgently needed to relieve the itch in her vagina so that she could achieve a pleasurable sensation.
I longed to get closer to the scene unfolding before me, hoping to satisfy my voyeuristic desires for women’s bodies.
My mother’s fingers were rubbing her labia, which resembled butterfly wings, more and more intensely between her thighs.
Her middle finger, which was inserted into her vagina, was also moving in and out faster.
My mother’s buttocks were thrusting upwards, allowing her middle finger to reach deeper into her itchy spots.
Her legs were spread wide apart, like a split.
The lewd scene made me tremble.
“Mmm~ Mmm~” Mom was panting heavily as she worked herself up.
Her fingers moved faster and faster, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
Her fair skin was covered in sweat and looked shiny.
I never imagined the aphrodisiac would work so well, revealing such a lewd side to my usually dignified, elegant, and even somewhat stern mother.
I’ve been giving her the aphrodisiac for so long, but she hasn’t shown any reaction.
I almost thought she was sexually indifferent.
Today, a weight has finally been lifted from my heart.
It seems that my mother’s long-dormant sexual desires are yet to be awakened.
Although I had witnessed my mother’s promiscuous and lustful behavior before, I was still deeply shocked when I saw her masturbating like a female animal in heat.
In an instant, the image of my elegant mother and my wanton mother overlapped in my mind, and the seductive moans whispering in my ear were like the devil’s temptation.
I reached into my pants, grabbed my throbbing penis, and started stroking it hard, all the while continuing to enjoy the sight of my mother masturbating in a wanton manner.
At this moment, my mother was unaware that I was spying on her from outside the room.
My mother, who was usually serious, polite, elegant and dignified, was now completely immersed in the paradise of carnal desire.
“Eee-ah~” Mom frantically thrust her fingers in and out, ravaging her own flesh, looking like a wanton woman struggling in the throes of lust.
I could clearly hear the squelching sounds of her juices from outside the door.
Then, Mom suddenly put her finger into her mouth and gently bit it with her pearly teeth, letting out a muffled groan.
Finally, in a near-frenzied masturbation, Mom reached the peak of desire!
“Mmm…no…I’m…I’m losing it~ Ahhh!!!” Mother’s high-pitched cries could no longer be suppressed.
Her waist arched upwards, her whole body convulsed, and her two beautiful legs in black stockings kicked out involuntarily, twitching in the air as if electrocuted.
Her fleshy hole, which was tightly clamping her fingers, twitched twice, and her plump, bulging vulva thrust forward with all its might.
A glistening stream of lustful fluid gushed out between her two tender labia.
After the orgasm, Mother slumped against the wall as if her body had been drained, while her fleshy hole continued to gush out streams of lustful fluid, flowing out like a river bursting its banks, running down her beautiful legs in stockings and all the way to the ground.
Seeing that my mother had already climaxed, this lewd and decadent scene made even my penis hard and erect.
My glans swelled with an unprecedented, unbearable, explosive sensation.
This naked, beautiful, and mature mother lying before me was my beloved mother, with whom I had long harbored incestuous thoughts.
If it weren’t for my remaining moral compass and the reverence I felt for my mother, I believe I would have already lost control and rushed into the toilet to commit that unforgivable beastly act…
I wonder if my mother could still maintain her image as a virtuous, generous, and gentle “loving mother” if I caught her masturbating in the act.
(Slutty mom!
Sooner or later, I’ll make mom’s two stockinged, sexy legs clamp tightly around my waist, and her cunt clamp tightly around my big cock!
Riding on my body, moving lewdly!
Finally, squirting her juices and draining my semen dry!)
As I thought this, I frantically masturbated, and then I couldn’t hold back any longer, ejaculating a handful of hot semen, and leaned against the wall, exhausted.
Then I quietly left, and luckily my mother was distracted at the time and couldn’t possibly notice me.
Mom must be very lonely, right?
My mother’s licentious posture during her orgasm made me even more determined to conquer her.
The silence of my mother’s body was just waiting for its true master to conquer, to explore, and to subdue it!
I’ve made up my mind.
I’m going to make my mom feel incredibly happy.
I’ll tear her big bra off myself, grab her huge, lewd breasts in my hands, knead them to my heart’s content, and then tease and suck them with my tongue!
I want to become the master, so that my mother will only submit to me for the rest of her life, and so that she will miss me, her husband, every single day!
Of course, I will also keep trying to fertilize my mother’s delicate uterus so that she can conceive the fruit of our shared life!
Dear Mom, you will be mine, your little mouth is mine, your breasts are mine, and your pussy is mine too!
Heh heh, I’ll soon give Mom sexual happiness, and make her willingly offer up her mature body!
This led the mother to become addicted to taboo and obscene sexual acts involving “incest” and “mother-son incest.”
Through this observation, I clearly realized that my mature and alluring mother, stimulated by my aphrodisiac, had become increasingly sexually craving.
In addition, my mother was in her prime, like a ripe peach on a tree, waiting for me to pick it.
I am now full of confidence because I know that the aphrodisiac I gave my mother has taken effect.
As long as I continue to give her the drug, my evil plan will be twice as effective…
The mother, completely unaware of the deception, had already absorbed the aphrodisiac into her bloodstream, leaving only a faint yet potent venom.
The aphrodisiac would slowly exert its unique effects, making the mother’s body increasingly sensitive…
Having finally reached her climax, the mother sat on the flushing toilet to rest for a while.
Then, her face flushed crimson, and she muttered to herself, “What…what’s wrong with me…why is my private area itchy…could it be what people say…that women’s libido increases in middle age?…No…Michelle!
You’re a wife, a mother, and a policewoman, how can you be so indecent…”
Mom took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and quickly wiped her tender vulva clean.
She pulled up her underwear, then walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.
Looking at the beautiful woman in the mirror, her skin was soft, white and delicate, and her two full breasts stood proudly upright.
On the pale pink areolas, there was a cherry-like nipple that looked very tempting.
Her smooth, flat, and firm abdomen, and below her lower abdomen, a tuft of soft, black pubic hair spreads neatly and evenly around her vulva in a triangular area.
Mom turned around, and in the mirror appeared her perfectly plump and white buttocks; extending downwards from her buttocks were a pair of round, straight, smooth and plump beautiful legs.
The mother suddenly sighed, cupping her large, snow-white breasts, and murmured to herself, “Xue’er, Xue’er…
You’ve so desperately guarded this beautiful body for your husband…
You even exercise every day to maintain its sexiness…
But that heartless man has been abroad for years since you were born and rarely comes home…
Is your charm fading…
Are you getting old…
You can’t compare to young girls anymore…”
My mother felt a pang of sorrow and quickly left the bathroom.
I quickly hid, and she didn’t pay much attention.
She returned to the bedroom, and I secretly followed her.
“Huff…huff…” Mom leaned weakly against the headboard, panting heavily.
Her body’s needs were constantly burning her fragile nerves.
“Ah~!” Mom reached into her nightgown with her bare hand, lifted her wet panties, and rubbed her vulva repeatedly.
With her other hand, she tore open the front of her dress, squeezed her large breasts tightly, and kneaded them with all her might.
However, her slender little hand was completely disproportionate to her plump breasts, and she couldn’t even cover a third of the area.
“Ugh!…
Ah!…
It’s so hot!”
After rubbing for dozens of times, Mom found that this did not relieve the itching inside her body at all.
So Mom inserted her fingers into her vagina and thrust them in and out vigorously.
The vaginal fluid flowed out in waves like a faucet that was not turned off.
In just a few strokes, it passed over her underwear and flowed directly onto the bed.
The small hands that kneaded her own breasts became increasingly violent, as if these huge breasts were not part of her own body.
Without any pity, she pinched and squeezed them, kneading her jade-bowl-like breasts into various strange shapes.
“Ugh…!
Why…why is it still not working…?!
It hurts so much!
Ugh…”
The rising heat within her body made the mother unbearably tear at her clothes.
Her loose nightgown was quickly ripped open, revealing a snow-white, translucent body covered in drops of fragrant sweat that rolled down like pearls with each movement.
The aphrodisiac continued to work in secret, and even with such intense masturbation, the mother could hardly reach orgasm.
Instead, the flames of desire burned brighter and brighter under her own stimulation.
In the mother’s mind, this unbearable time felt like it had lasted for ten thousand years.
“Mmm~ Ah~!
Husband…
Mmm…
I want it so much…
Mmm…!
Waaah~!” Overwhelmed with emotion, the mother kept fantasizing about how her husband used to ride on her body, but his image had the opposite effect, making her think of her son in her dreams.
The two images kept rotating in the mother’s imagination, and then merged together to form a vague and ambiguous image.
In her dream, her son was both loving and strong, and incredibly rough.
In her fantasy, he was tearing off her clothes and roughly playing with her body, and spreading her legs to invade her forbidden territory…
But fantasy can never truly satisfy the body’s needs, and even the mother’s shameful use of her own son’s image was to no avail.
(I really want…
a son…
no…
a son?!…
Ah!?
What am I thinking…
I can’t go on like this…)
I was the only man nearby, and my mother, burning with desire, spontaneously chose me as her target.
But what I have to admire about my mother is that, under these circumstances, she managed to maintain her rationality and was still trying to find a way to resolve her lustful turmoil.
Mom patted her head, then took a deep breath.
She took off her pajamas, sat on the bed, and gently picked up the black pantyhose hanging on the back of the chair with her fair, rounded buttocks.
Her two beautiful legs were stretched out, and she put her two clenched, translucent toes into the thin pantyhose, carefully wrapping them around her long, white legs.
My mother has a voluptuous figure with a curvaceous body.
Her full breasts and plump hips are paired with a slender waist.
Her long, shapely legs in black stockings are extremely alluring.
Her two exquisitely sexy feet are beautifully shaped and perfectly proportioned.
The graceful arches and delicate toes are wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.
Through the light, you can see the fleshy soles of my mother’s feet and her tender, soft heels.
Her feet in stockings present an indescribable curve.
These voluptuous, beautiful golden lotuses, clinging to these silky, sheer, sexy stockings, make each jade-like toe encased in the stockings resemble a budding flower, appearing exceptionally sensual.
Then Mom put on a policewoman’s shirt, a police skirt, a police uniform, and finally a women’s police hat, wrapping her sexy and hot body in the solemn police uniform.
Then Mom stood in front of the mirror and straightened her police uniform.
While I was spying on them, I couldn’t help but feel aroused.
My big cock in my pants got hard without me even realizing it.
At that moment, my mother turned around and walked towards the door, so I had no choice but to cover my crotch and hide back in my room.
Soon, my mother’s voice rang out from the doorway: “Son, get up quickly, you should go to school.
I forgot to make you breakfast today, remember to buy some on your way to school.
I’m off to work.” “Okay, I know,” I replied softly, pretending to have just woken up, but secretly thinking: (You slutty mom, you didn’t forget to make me breakfast, you’ve clearly been masturbating for too long and wasted the time!
This slutty mom is usually so pure and innocent, I never thought she’d be secretly masturbating so early in the morning!)
I walked out of my room into the living room and saw my mother leaning against the shoe cabinet in the entryway, just putting on her high heels.
My mother only said, “Remember to lock the door,” and then left without looking back.
I stared lustfully at my mother’s back, at her fair skin, her curvaceous figure, her swaying, plump buttocks, and her sexy, silky black stockings.
My penis was already throbbing with barely suppressed desire.
(I really want to fuck my mom hard this time.
How come my dad doesn’t take good care of such a good mom?
Sooner or later I’ll make this slutty mom submit to my cock!)
I closed the door, walked quickly to the washing machine, took out the exquisite black stockings my mother had taken off last night, and started masturbating.
The penis encased in the stockings was being stroked up and down in my hand, the excited glans constantly bumping against the smooth toe of the stockings, bringing me an indescribable pleasure!
“Ah…ah…Mom’s beautiful feet…Mom’s silk stockings…” I happily masturbated, how I longed to truly feel my beautiful mother’s silk stockings and legs, how I longed to truly enjoy my beautiful mother’s silk stockings and feet, but such an event could only exist in my fantasy.
Now, being able to enjoy these exquisite black stockings to masturbate was already a huge luxury for me.
And my imaginative mind was filled with blasphemy against my mother.
I fantasized about using my hard penis to thrust into my mother’s silken vagina.
I fantasized about teasing my mother’s soles with my hard glans.
I fantasize that my mother is moaning lewdly at me, her two shy, stockinged toes hooked together; I fantasize that my mother is pouting and begging me, her round, silk-stockinged buttocks sticking out.
I fantasize about everything related to my mother having sex, fantasizing about happily fucking my mother’s cunt…
“Hoo…hoo…Mommy…even just one of your sexy stockings would be enough, I’ll make you go crazy, I’ll make you cry with pleasure.
Hoo!
Ah hoo…hoo…”
I breathlessly expressed my dissatisfaction.
Although the sexy black stockings could bring me temporary pleasure, they could not satisfy my greedy lust.
I long to truly feel my mother’s two alluring legs in stockings, but unfortunately, that’s just wishful thinking on my part.
It’s far from easy to rape my policewoman mother.
“Oh!
Oh, I can’t take it anymore!
I…
I’m going to cum!
I’m going to cum…
I’m going to cum for my horny mom!” The silky touch and wonderful sexual fantasies stimulated me to the point of ejaculation.
Before long, I couldn’t hold back and couldn’t help but ejaculate.
Thick, white semen gushed out and sprayed into my mother’s stockings, and I began to fantasize about my mother’s beautiful legs.
“Oh…oh…” The gushing, viscous white liquid covered the black stockings, creating a very lewd atmosphere.
At the same time, I felt satisfied.
I took the stockings, which were covered in semen, and threw them back into the washing machine.
Then I turned on the washing machine.
After doing all this, I went to school with my backpack.
I had no choice but to wake up with my eyes still wet.
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