I was constantly organizing my thoughts, looking at my mother, who was sitting with her arms crossed on the edge of the bed opposite me, and pleading, "Mom, can you come over here?"
My mother had a blank expression. She said coldly, "Spit it out. Get to the point!"
I looked pitiful and said, "Mom, I really don't mean anything else. I just want to talk to you. Think back, from when I was little until now, have we ever really opened up and talked to each other?"
"When I was a child, you would often hit me and scold me. When I grew up, it became a habit for me to listen to you. But do you really understand what I'm thinking? Or do you not care at all, as long as I'm always a good, obedient child?"
My mother was stunned for a moment, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed in thought.
I was secretly delighted. Actually, I had also realized just now that the reason my mother said she would use her previously strict methods to discipline me in the future was because she didn't want me to overthink things because of her gentleness. She was using intimidation to prevent my Oedipal feelings.
But my mother hadn't hit or scolded me much since junior high. She's not some kind of robot programmed with two modes, strict and gentle, that can switch personalities with the press of a button. How could she just change back?
Seeing my mother hesitate, I quickly added, "Mom, you said I'm your only son. Do you really need to be so guarded with me? I admit I was a total jerk just now, but I regretted it the moment I saw you cry. Look at my cheek, is it a little swollen? I slapped myself."
My mother pursed her lips and snorted coldly, "Serves you right!"
She said that, but she still got up and sat down beside me.
I immediately gave her a well-behaved smile, "Mom, you're the best. Can I hold your hand?"
"Song Yang! Don't push your luck!"
Hearing this, my mother's eyebrows shot up, and she looked like she was about to lose her temper again.
I quickly explained, "Mom, I'm going to tell you everything that's happened recently and what I've been thinking. I need you to give me some courage. Besides, it's not too much for a son to hold his mother's hand, is it?"
This sentence was the real trump card. How could my mother pass up the opportunity to find out the reason I had become this way?
Seeing my mother hesitate for a moment, she slowly extended her right hand. Her clear, peach-blossom eyes fixed on my face as she said softly, "Go on, I'm listening."
I grasped my mother's small hand. The smooth, delicate skin and warm, soft touch immediately made my heart flutter.
But I couldn't show any sign of that right now. I quickly composed myself and said earnestly, "Mom, I want to sincerely apologize to you first. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that earlier, but there was a reason. You'll understand after you hear me out."
My mother gave a small sound of agreement, listening quietly.
"Mom, you might not realize your position in my heart. From the time I can remember until now, you've been the person I respect, admire, and adore the most. To me, you're perfect, like… like a goddess."
My face was full of admiration, but my words were genuine.
My mother frowned slightly, a hint of awkwardness flashing in her peach-blossom eyes. "Stop flattering me. You know that's not what I want to hear!"
"Don't rush, Mom. I'll tell you everything step by step."
I gently squeezed my mom's hand, then took a deep breath and said seriously, "Mom, since we're having a heart-to-heart, let's be open and honest, and don't be embarrassed. I want to ask you, do you know when boys typically start masturbating during puberty?"
My mom clearly hadn't expected this question. She looked at me with suspicion for a moment, but seeing my serious expression, she finally said, a little uncomfortably, "Before... before that time I caught you. I looked it up later, and it seems like most start in middle school."
"That's right. Basically, all boys have masturbated before graduating middle school, because nocturnal emissions start in middle school. I cried and looked for you the first time I had one, thinking I'd wet the bed. Do you remember?"
Hearing this, Mom immediately recalled the scene and couldn't help but curve the corners of her mouth and nod slightly.
I pointed to myself with another finger. "But Mom, it's been less than a month since I first masturbated, and I'm about to start my senior year! I've always remembered what you said, that the most important thing during our school years is to study well and exercise second. You never said whether masturbation was good or bad. I secretly looked it up online myself, and those experts said that excessive masturbation affects development, so I thought I shouldn't do it."
Hearing me say this, my mom's gaze towards me became a little apologetic, and at the same time, she squeezed my hand a little harder.
She pursed her full, red lips and explained softly, "It's true that Mom was negligent, and... and Mom didn't really know how to talk to you about it. Plus, you've always been so sensible, so..."
I shook my head and smiled. "Mom, I'm not blaming you. I'm just telling you what I really think."
Mom's expression softened. She hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and asked curiously, "Then... why did you suddenly start masturbating again?"
I forced a wry smile. "Please don't get angry when I say this, but the main reason is actually because of you. Though it might not be what you think."
Mom nodded calmly. "I'm not angry. I'm especially happy that you're willing to talk to me. We'll figure out a solution together."
I just want you to use your body to help me solve the problem. I thought to myself. I continued, "You told me that night that I was in the stage of sexual awakening. To put it plainly, I'm starting to be interested in the affairs of men and women. But have you ever thought about it? Your son, I'm also a well-known figure at Sixth High School. Whether it's my looks, height, grades, personality, or even my ball skills, I'm quite presentable. There are plenty of girls who like me, including class flowers and school flowers. So why haven't I ever been in a relationship?"
Mom blinked her bright, peach blossom eyes and couldn't help but laugh at my words. "Who are you trying to kid? But my son is indeed excellent. You're not dating because you're sensible and your mind is focused on studying."
"I've always thought the same, that I was listening to you. But later I realized it wasn't like that. I've seen many beautiful and outstanding girls growing up, but only one of the opposite sex has ever given me that feeling of infatuation!"
My tone was full of amazement and adoration.
Mom immediately became vigilant. "Who? Which class? Are her grades good?"
"Why would you ask such a thing?"
I gazed intently at Mom, saying each word clearly: "That 'other woman' is naturally you, the unparalleled goddess in my heart!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Hearing my almost bare declaration, Mom was startled. A trace of blush subtly bloomed on her fair cheeks, and she awkwardly tried to pull her hand away to stand up.
I firmly gripped her hand, which was as soft and warm as jade, and stubbornly said, "Mom, don't be like that. We agreed to be calm, right? Can you please listen to me finish?"
Seeing that she couldn't break free, Mom awkwardly used her other hand to smooth her ponytail, feigning impatience. "Hurry up and speak!"
My face showed a look of infatuation as I recalled, "Do you remember the day of Dad's promotion banquet? You changed clothes, a V-neck shirt, a skirt, black stockings, and high heels..."
"Shut up!"
Mom's exquisite face flushed even more, and she angrily interrupted me.
I chuckled, "Alright, I won't elaborate. In short, that day was when my sexual awareness truly awakened. I suddenly understood why I wasn't interested in other girls before. Because in my heart, they couldn't compare to you. But you always wore sportswear, hiding your figure. I always saw you as a goddess, never considering anything romantic."
Mom was both ashamed and angry, questioning, "Just because I changed clothes, you started...started masturbating?"
"Of course not."
I suddenly held Mom's hand tightly, "That day, when I saw your outfit at home, I got an erection. Do you remember me saying I was thinking about math in the elevator? Actually, I lied to you. I just didn't dare to look at you, didn't want you to see the tent in my pants."
Mom's peach blossom eyes widened slightly, staring at me blankly.
"Then we went home. You took off your high heels and massaged your feet. I didn't know why at the time, but seeing your black stockings and your feet turning, my blood rushed to my lower abdomen, and my penis was hard for almost three hours."
"Yangyang, you..."
Mom was so ashamed she couldn't lift her head, her cheeks burning like fire, even her fair, slender neck flushed with a rosy hue.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but swallow hard, my voice trembling slightly. "But I still didn't masturbate. Even then, I still thought masturbation was wrong, but I was so hard I couldn't sleep. So I wanted to do some problems to distract myself. Later, my penis finally softened, but then I needed to go to the bathroom, and then I saw... I saw..."
Hearing this, Mom seemed to remember something. Her delicate body trembled violently, and her slender, jade-like hand gripped mine tightly, so hard it even hurt.
She raised her delicate head in disbelief, her bright, peach blossom eyes filled with panic, and stammered, "You... you saw what?"
I stared directly at Mom, breaking through the sliver of hope in her heart. "I saw you helping Dad masturbate, and Dad was also touching you..."
"Mmm..."
Mom couldn't help but let out a shameful moan, covering her flushed face with her other hand, turning her head away, unable to meet my gaze.
"Mom, I haven't finished yet."
I deliberately reminded her, my other hand subtly reaching into my crotch, straightening my cock that was slowly hardening and growing.
Mom gasped, breathing heavily, and stammered, "I'm listening."
I tugged on Mom's hand, "How can I talk to you when you're looking away? We need a basic attitude for heart-to-heart talks, right?"
Mom hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned her pretty face towards me, but her gaze was still wandering. Her large, bright, and alluring peach blossom eyes actually became moist.
My breath hitched.
I've seen this alluring and shy look on Mom before! It was exactly the same as when she helped Dad stroke his penis that night!
I quickly closed my eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing my impatient feelings, and continued, "Do you remember? The next morning, I said I didn't sleep well because Dad was promoted and was too excited, but you should now understand the real reason I couldn't sleep. However, I still didn't masturbate that night. I was confused and felt stimulated, my cock... my penis was hard all night. The next day, I went to school and asked Jiang Fei how to deal with an erection. He said to masturbate. Actually, I wouldn't have listened to him at all, but when I thought about how even you helped Dad, I wanted to give it a try."
Mom's chest rose and fell rapidly, but it wasn't anger. I observed her flushed face and saw shame, nervousness, and a hint of bewilderment.
My mom had never shown this kind of expression in front of me before. I could feel my penis was practically stiff enough to burst through the thin blanket.
For the sake of my future sex life, I decisively betrayed Jiang Fei: "Mom, whether you believe it or not, I decided to masturbate just to be able to fall asleep at night and not affect my classes during the day. But...sigh...but that Jiang Fei guy sent me a lot of novels, saying they would help me quickly solve my erection problems. I didn't understand, and after reading them, I just...just..."
Mom opened her cherry-like mouth in surprise: "You mean...those books were all given to you by Jiang Fei?"
"Yes."
I nodded, then suddenly changed the subject, "Mom, you read them too, right? I found they were all deleted today. They were still there the day before yesterday."
Mom glared at me and chided, "I did not! Just looking at the titles, I knew they weren't good stuff!"
I didn't press the issue and continued to spill the beans: "In short, I hadn't been exposed to anything like that before, so I got completely absorbed in it. The teacher told you I was inattentive in class, and that was also because of those novels. Then, you always dressed so conservatively outside, and only showed your feet when you got home. I inexplicably fell in love with your feet, so I secretly used your socks..."
"As for what made you angry just now, I'll be frank. I really hope you can help me, but I don't want to force you, so I came up with some crooked ideas. But you kept refusing and said you wanted to find a male nurse. I was already quite depressed, and then I found out the novels were deleted this morning. In the afternoon, Jiang Fei came to say goodbye to me; he's going to Europe the day after tomorrow. I was really frustrated. As a result, you came back and gave me a scolding, and I just couldn't control myself and shouted at you."
After I finished explaining everything, Mom's initially cold expression had completely melted away. An alluring blush bloomed across her cheeks and neck, even her crystal-clear earlobes were flushed. Her watery, peach-blossom eyes were filled with complex, hard-to-decipher emotions.
My heart pounded. I decided to add fuel to the fire: "Mom, the changes in me recently are both unexpected and inevitable. But I really don't think it's wrong of me to like you. Because in my eyes, you're perfect, even better than any character in those novels!"
"My heart can't calm down not because I'm always thinking about doing bad things. I just feel like you're always on my mind. I don't want you to be cold towards me, it's not fear, it's just... I just like the way you smile at me, gently. That's really more beautiful than anything."
Having said everything I needed to, I exhaled deeply, feeling I'd performed fairly well.
My words both frankly expressed Mom's unparalleled position in my heart and revealed my adoration for her. I also subtly implied that Mom was partly responsible for my current state.
This was exactly the plan I'd devised after analyzing Mom's personality and changing my tactics.
I was playing it straight, not hiding anything, and making Mom think she'd also made some mistakes. Only in this way could I hope to gain a sliver of hope.
Silence fell over the hospital room. I quietly watched Mom, seeing her alternately furrow her brow and purse her lips, her face a picture of extreme conflict. But the hand I was holding was getting hotter and hotter, even breaking out in a fine sheen of fragrant sweat.
I felt a stirring in my heart and gently squeezed that jade-like hand, half-pleading, half-coaxing, "Mom, please help me this once. This is really weighing on my mind now."
Mom lowered her head in silence. After a long pause, she sighed softly, and said, "Yangyang, is this really okay..."
I quickly said, "What's wrong with it? I promise you, as long as you help me, I'll definitely study hard and get back into the top ten in the grade in the next exam! Don't you love me as much as you love Dad? You were willing to help Dad, and now I'm so miserable, don't you feel sorry for me?"
I also went all out and directly threw off the blanket.
Mom subconsciously looked over, and immediately saw the massive penis that was almost as high as the sky. She quickly averted her gaze, and her breathing became much heavier, but there was no other intense reaction.
I couldn't help but say in a hoarse voice, "Mom, I've been holding it in for a whole week since I was hospitalized. I can't even sleep well. Can't you pity your most beloved son?"
As I spoke, I pulled Mom's hand towards my crotch.
My eyes were bloodshot, fixed on the pale, jade-like hand getting closer and closer to my crotch. My heart was pounding like a drum, so fast it felt like it would leap out of my chest.
Just as Mom's small hand was about to touch the raised hospital gown, she abruptly pulled away with a burst of strength that took me by surprise. Then, with a tremor in her voice and a glance away, she said, "Lie down... and... cover your face."
I was stunned. Once I finally processed what she'd said, a wave of heat surged into my lower abdomen. My penis couldn't help but tremble, and my mind went blank.
She agreed!
Mom really agreed!!
I didn't dare to say another word, quickly propping myself up on the bed and lying flat, pulling the blanket over my head. The rapidly secreting adrenaline made my whole body tremble uncontrollably.
After a moment, I felt the waistband of my hospital gown being grabbed. Two warm, moist little hands exerted a slight force, trying to pull my pants off. I quickly lifted my butt in cooperation.
Soon, the pants and underwear were removed by Mom. My meat stick sprang up at the last moment, breaking free from its restraints, raising its head to the sky and completely exposed to Mom.
I was incredibly excited, the blanket blocking my view but creating a different kind of thrill in the darkness.
I'd thought, given my mom's word-is-bond personality, I'd quickly be enjoying the service of her warm little hands. But after waiting for ages, all I got was a question: "Yangyang, are you...is this normal?"
I was stunned. I pulled back the covers and lifted my head. I saw Mom's gorgeous face flushed with a captivating blush, her moist, peach-blossom eyes filled with a hint of worry and confusion. She was staring intently at my massive, bulging cock, the veins standing out prominently. The sight almost drove me wild. I swallowed hard and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mom turned to me, dazed. "You... why is it so big? Is something wrong?"
I scratched my head. "Didn't you see it last time?"
Mom pursed her red lips, embarrassed. "I was...I was scared then, I didn't pay attention."
A strange impulse suddenly surged within me, and I retorted, "Do you think it's too big?"
I expected Mom to be too embarrassed to answer, but instead, she nodded seriously. "It's much bigger than your dad's. Are you sure it's not some kind of medical condition?"
My mind went blank, and I almost… well, I almost couldn't help myself.
Under these circumstances, "Dad" was the last thing I wanted to hear. But Mom seemed oblivious. She had no idea what kind of impact those words had on me.
I almost blurted out, "Do you like them big?" Fortunately, a shred of sanity remained. Mom was clearly worried about my health, thinking my size was unusual, not trying to tease me.
But from Mom's reaction, combined with her and Dad's old-fashioned personalities, and the fact that she only helped Dad with his hand, I immediately realized that Mom had very little understanding or experience in this area. This made me even more excited!
Although I was a newbie too, I had at least read a lot of literature, and the variety there was endless!
Suppressing the turmoil within me, I pretended to be clueless and said, "It should be fine. It doesn't hurt or itch usually. I guess it's because you made me exercise since I was a child, so I developed well."
Mom nodded thoughtfully, suddenly realizing I was looking at her expectantly. She quickly chided, "Cover it up! Don't look!"
I didn't dare to be disrespectful, so I quickly lay back down and covered my head with the blanket.
In a moment, I felt my member being grasped by a slightly trembling, warm, and soft hand. The palm was quite small, only able to cover about a third of it, and the movements were also very slow, not as comfortable as when I did it myself.
But I felt like I was about to explode with pleasure any second!
This was the slender, jade-like hand of my traditional, old-fashioned, and peerlessly beautiful mother, Lin Wanqing!
The thought alone did me in instantly, as if a bomb had detonated in my mind. My throat couldn't help but let out a hoarse growl, my seminal vesicles contracted violently, and the hot semen spurted out in a torrent, 'thwack thwack thwack'.
'Damn it! Couldn't even last five seconds!' I cursed myself for being useless.
"Ah!"
My mother's surprised cry rang in my ears. I lifted the covers and saw her, her mouth slightly open, her peach blossom eyes wide as she stared blankly at the semen that had shot almost 30 centimeters into the air, her face flushed with shock.
Having become a premature ejaculator, I felt a little embarrassed and stammered, "Mom, what's wrong?"
Mom furrowed her willow-leaf eyebrows, a mixture of embarrassment and surprise in her eyes. "Yang-Yang... that... didn't it... come out? Are you really okay?"
I remembered the thick essence that had flowed onto Mom's jade-like hands that night. I could only curse my own powerful ejaculation. Then, a warmth surged through me, and I quickly asked, "I... I don't understand either. Does it always come out for Dad?"
Mom blushed and nodded, getting up. She bit her lip lightly and picked up a tissue to wipe the marks on the bedsheets.
As she wiped, she suddenly giggled. Her watery peach-blossom eyes glanced at me, and she said, somewhat annoyed, "So this is what you meant by 'can't get it out'?"
I was mortified and argued, "I was holding it in for too long, and I love you too much, Mom. It takes me at least half an hour to do it myself!"
Mom paused at my words, but didn't reply. She continued to lean over and wipe the viscous semen from the bed.
I thought Mom didn't believe me and quickly said, "Want to try again? I need to prove myself!"
Hearing this, Mom rolled up the wet tissue and flicked it at me, lightly snorting, "Song Yang, don't push your luck. Remember what you said. If you don't make the top ten in the next exam, just wait and see how I deal with you!"
I thought to myself, "Take what you can get, there's always tomorrow." I immediately puffed out my chest. "You can rest assured, I'll keep my word. You taught me that!"
"I hope so."
Mom finished cleaning up, washed up, changed into her pajamas, and lay in bed, scrolling through her phone. I secretly hoped tomorrow would come quickly. As the saying goes, the hardest part is the beginning. Now that the beginning was good, I had perfectly captured the first fortress in this beach landing operation. The rest was just a matter of time.
After a little while, Mom suddenly propped herself up on the bed, turning to me and saying, "Yangyang, I just looked it up. The average length for Asian men is 13 centimeters. Yours really does seem a bit off."
I looked at Mom's exquisitely beautiful face, which was tinged with worry, and deliberately hesitated. "I... I don't know either. I'm 20 centimeters long. Is there really a problem?"
"20 centimeters, huh..."
Mom muttered and lay back down, her long, slender fingers tapping and swiping on the phone screen.
I secretly watched Mom. Her peach blossom eyes were fixed on the phone, not blinking, and her long eyelashes were gently fluttering. Before long, half of her delicate, beautiful face once again blushed.
"Go to sleep."
Suddenly, Mom slapped her phone down, pulled the covers up, and wrapped herself tightly, turning her back to me without speaking.
I snickered inwardly, and with fantasies of a better future, I quickly drifted off to sleep…
The next day, Mom got up early to buy me breakfast. When she woke me up, her attitude was neither warm nor cold, but I could tell her expression was a little unnatural.
As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot. Furthermore, yesterday I finished too quickly, and didn't really get to enjoy Mom's hands properly, so today I was determined to keep at it.
I took out the mock exam papers that Mom had crumpled up yesterday and spread them out, carefully checking each question, recording the wrong ones in my notebook and analyzing the reasons. This wasn't meant to look like I was working hard; honestly, I couldn't stand myself not being in the top ten in the grade, and I was itching to get back to the top.
When you are serious about doing something, time always flies by. Before I knew it, the sun was slowly setting. Mom, wearing yesterday's pure white tracksuit and her ponytail swinging, returned to the hospital room.
I was buried in studying the lessons I had fallen behind on due to my excessive indulgence. Hearing her footsteps, I looked up at Mom, a big smile blooming on my face: "Mom, you're back."
My mom nodded at me, a slightly awkward expression on her face. Her bright, peach-blossom eyes glanced at me before quickly averting her gaze. She placed the lunchbox on the table, whispering, "Let's eat first."
Without waiting for a response, she went to the closet, pulled out a light pink silk long-sleeved pajama set, and disappeared into the bathroom.
My mom usually only changed and got ready for bed right before sleeping. This behavior clearly indicated she wasn't sure how to face me.
I wasn't in a rush. I ate my meal and continued studying diligently. My mom was in the bathroom for almost an hour before she emerged, looking a little flustered. She put away the dishes, poured me a glass of water, and then went back to her bed.
Seeing her about to pull up the covers and hide, I quickly said, "Mom, I want to talk to you."
After a moment of silence, she replied, "Didn't we just talk yesterday? What else is there to talk about?"
I said seriously, "I want to discuss my studies with you this time."
Hearing this, my mom finally reacted. Her delicate body, which had been facing away from me, turned towards me. She looked at me and said, "Go ahead, I'm listening."
I looked helpless. "You should sit here then."
Mom's deliberately calm face flashed a hint of anger. "What do you want?"
I was very innocent. "Mom, if you don't believe me, you can lie there too, but I think it'll be clearer if we talk as we look."
Mom hesitated for a moment, then lifted the covers, put on her slippers, and sat on the edge of my bed.
A faint, elegant fragrance brushed my nose. I looked at Mom's slightly embarrassed, stunningly beautiful face and calmly took out the somewhat crumpled practice test and the forty-plus pages of error notes from under my pillow.
"Mom, I carefully checked all the papers today, and I found the problem. Simply put, the regression this time was actually because I didn't have the mind to listen in class before. I only half understood the content of my senior year. Look at this math error..."
I carefully analyzed my problems, pointing out the reasons for the errors and the solutions written down in the notes. My thoughts were clear and my reasoning was precise. I also clearly outlined the follow-up plan for catching up on each subject.
Mom listened intently, occasionally nodding. Her exquisite face gradually softened, and a smile of satisfaction appeared on her lips.
After a solid forty minutes of talking until my mouth was dry, I finally finished the planning report for my future studies.
Mom blinked, her bright, sparkling peach blossom eyes full of approval. "Yangyang, you did very well. Following this plan, Mom believes you'll catch up quickly."
I chuckled, implying something more. "I have confidence in myself too. As long as I can calm down, getting back into the top ten in the grade won't be a problem."
Mom understood the hint in my words, her expression tightening, and she started to get up to leave. I was quick and grabbed her small hand, pleading, "Mom, help me one more time, okay?"
Mom tugged on her arm, finding she couldn't pull away, and looked a little annoyed. "Yangyang, let go of Mom first."
I shook my head firmly. "No! I'm disabled now, where would I find you if you ran off?"
Mom managed a difficult smile. "I'm not running, I... I'll get you a glass of water."
I persisted, squeezing Mom's soft palm and continuing to beg, "Good mom, please, help me again."
Mom shook her head repeatedly, "No, Yangyang, you only... you only... did that yesterday, it's not good for your body."
Hearing Mom say this, I immediately threw back the covers, revealing the tent pole of my pants. I then blurted out, "You know I'm much bigger than most people. It's because my testosterone levels are high, so I developed much faster. This makes my desires very strong, which is a normal bodily reaction and won't affect my health."
A blush quietly crept onto Mom's delicate cheeks. Her eyes darted away, and she hesitated, saying, "Yangyang, I've thought about it all day, and I still don't feel good about doing this… A mother and son shouldn't be like this."
Hearing this, I said earnestly, "Mom, do you know the only effect of you not helping me?"
Mom glanced at me, shaking her head, and confused, asked, "What is it?"
I pointed at the exam papers and notes beside the pillow, "It's that I won't be able to calm down and I won't be able to study all day because I know you won't be back at night. As long as you're by my side, I'll have the confidence to face any difficulties and challenges!"
Mom stared at me blankly for a moment, then bit her lip and whispered, "Cover your head."
"As you wish!"
I was so excited, I immediately lay down and covered my head with the covers, making a firm decision in my heart. This time, I absolutely couldn't be a one-pump chump again.
Soon, I felt the familiar wet warmth on my hard, erect meat stick.
"Ugh…"
I couldn't help but moan, and then I felt the small hand holding my cock tremble, and the up-and-down rhythm became erratic.
I guessed Mom must have been startled by my pleasurable sounds; her face should be flushed with a charming and alluring expression right now.
Thinking of this, my heart swayed, and I hurriedly recited "Amitabha," temporarily banishing Mom's exquisite face from my mind.
Ten minutes later, Mom stammered, "You... why aren't you... coming yet?"
I gave a smug smile, muffled by the covers, and said, "Mom, it's only been a little while. I told you yesterday that it usually takes me half an hour. You don't think I was just bragging, do you?"
Mom didn't respond, but the little hand holding the big cock quickened its pace slightly.
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Twenty minutes later, Mom panted softly, "Yang-Yang, why don't you do it yourself? Mommy's hand is so sore."
Hearing the hint of complaint in Mom's voice, I couldn't help but swallow. I replied, "It's probably too dark, and I'm a little nervous. Mom, can I take the blanket off?"
"No! You're not allowed to look!"
Mom quickly stopped me, and the stroking speed increased even more.
\n\n
Thirty minutes later, Mom was clearly getting impatient, her voice rising a few notches, "If you don't come soon, you'll get hard, I don't care!"
I reluctantly said, "That won't do, you promised me, how can you go back on your word? You taught me to keep my promises!"
Mom complained, "This is really tiring."
"I told you, it's the darkness that's making me nervous. If you're really tired, just give me back the light, alright?"
I probed cautiously. I didn't hear a response from Mom, but the pace of her hand on me quickened, like she was venting.
No disagreement, no objection... does that mean she's okay with it?
I quietly pulled back the covers to peek. I saw Mom's exquisitely beautiful face flushed, a mix of confusion and embarrassment. Her captivating peach blossom eyes were moist and bright, staring fixedly at the massive, erect meat rod in front of her.
Suddenly, Mom sensed something. She glanced over, saw me staring at her intensely, and quickly turned her head, presenting me with the back of her head, her ponytail bouncing.
I only caught a fleeting glimpse of her face, flushed like a fiery sunset, before my attention was completely taken by the swinging ponytail.
My gaze drifted past the ponytail and landed on the arm encased in light pink pajamas. The slender, well-proportioned limb was moving back and forth. My eyes moved to the cuff, finally revealing a wrist as white as snow. The tendons beneath the skin flexed, proving that Mom was putting in her all. Following the pale wrist, I saw a delicate, boneless jade hand gripping my thick, veiny, and terrifyingly large cock, repeatedly stroking it. The long, smooth fingers were distinct, and the pale pink nails were neatly trimmed. This, set against the slightly darkened cock, created an indescribable visual impact and contrast.
My eyes glazed over, my gaze fixed. The intense stimulation immediately caused my scrotum to contract violently. A surge of ecstasy swept over me, and I couldn't help but groan, "I'm coming! Mom, faster... Ugh... I'm gonna... cum..."
Day Three.
"Mom, my cock is so long, you can't stimulate enough of it with just one hand. How about using both?"
Mom rolled her eyes at me, but then brought both hands into play.
The biggest difference between one hand and two was the sense of a woman's madness that Mom seemed to possess when she grasped my cock with both hands.
Day Four.
"Mom, it must be uncomfortable to be sideways like that with both hands. Why don't you come onto the bed?"
Mom's moist Peach Blossom Eyes stared at me for a long time, finally sighing with a mournful air. She sat down facing me, opened her long, straight legs, and her two jade feet straddled my thighs, stepping onto the edge of the bed. She lowered her head and bent over, her face flushed, her nose beaded with fragrant sweat, and her hands grasped the large meat stick right in front of her, vigorously stroking it.
Fifth day.
In the evening, Mom came back with a lunch box, served me food and water, and then talked to me about my learning progress. Then she went to the bathroom to change and wash up. After that, she leaned back against the bed, playing with her phone, waiting for my call.
I clearly felt that Mom had begun to get used to helping me with her hands. Yesterday, she even told me to let her know when I was about to ejaculate, so she wouldn't get her clothes dirty. Sometimes, when she looked at my big meat stick, her eyes would also become dazed and dreamy.
I calculated the time; I had been hospitalized for twelve days. It was time to unlock other parts.
"Mom."
I lifted the covers and called out to Mom, who was watching short videos.
Mom helplessly put down her phone, knitting her Willow Leaf Eyebrows and glaring with her Peach Blossom Eyes. She persuaded, "Yangyang, you're really doing this too often. How can your body take it, once a day?"
I pointed miserably at the tent that was currently pitched between my legs. "I can't help it, you know. Big has its costs."
Mom couldn't help but roll her eyes. Without even putting on her slippers, she stepped onto the floor between the two beds, her small, white feet landing lightly. Then, she sat directly on my legs, which were spread wide. Her knees bent slightly, and her feet went to either side. She was very practiced at this. She pulled down my pants, and her small, soft hands, like jade, wrapped around my hot, hard meat stick, moving up and down.
Mom lowered her head, her straight ponytail swaying back and forth. After a moment, she looked up at the big cock standing in front of her and sighed softly, "Ugh, what karma have I created?"
I quickly gave a sheepish smile. "Mom, you're not wrong. The only one at fault is me. You're only doing this for me."
Hearing this, Mom raised her eyes and glanced at me, shaking her head with a complicated expression.
Thirty minutes later, Mom pulled back one of her sore hands, smoothing her fallen hair. She glared at me and urged, "Hurry up and shoot, my back is killing me."
I gave a silly laugh. "Mom, it seems... it seems it's not stimulating enough. I can't feel it."
Mom frowned slightly, and cautiously asked, "What kind of stimulation do you want?"
I touched my nose, stammering, "How about... how about trying with my feet?"
Mom was stunned, then rubbed her smooth forehead with a touch of annoyance. "Do you really have a foot fetish?"
I wasn't sure what Mom meant, hesitating, "I guess... so?"
Mom took her other hand off my penis, looking worried. "Yangyang, why don't we go see a psychologist? I looked it up online. You not only have an Oedipus complex, but also a fetish for objects and feet. If this goes on, it'll cause problems!"
I was instantly dumbfounded. "Mom, it's not that serious! They're just some private fetishes. It won't affect others. Why are you making me sound like a psycho?"
"Aren't you psycho enough?"
Mom glared at me with a light reprimand, then asked, puzzled, "How do you do it with your feet?"
I was shocked on the spot. "You... you agreed?"
Mom pursed her lips. "Come if you're coming, if not, then don't. I'm tired and want to sleep."
I was overjoyed, saying repeatedly, "Coming, coming! Right away! Just lean back and support yourself."
Mom did as I said, placing her hands on her sides, leaning her upper body back slightly. She exhaled comfortably, obviously finding the position relieving for her sore, slender waist.
I gulped, my hands trembling as I grabbed Mom's delicate ankles. I gently brought them in front of me and put them together.
I truly hadn't expected that, ever since being aroused by those black silk-clad jade feet that night, the longing to freely play with these little feet would be realized so easily!
I stared at the exquisite jade feet in my hands, my eyes transfixed. The crystal-clear toes, the pinkish nails, the perfect arches, and the delicate insteps with barely visible blue veins – all of it exuded a fatal allure, making my blood boil.
"What are you staring at?"
Mom urged me impatiently, her big, bright Peach Blossom Eyes filled with a hint of curiosity.
I chuckled, "I'll handle it with my feet, no need for you to lift a finger. Just relax."
After saying that, I slowly thrust forward with my iron-hard cock, the huge head of it brushing against Mom's pinkish-white foot.
Mom jerked her foot back, lightly chiding, "It tickles!"
With her movement, the pajama pants leg slipped down from her ankle, revealing a large portion of her long, fair calf.
My eyes burned with desire, and my breathing quickened. My cock, which had already been serviced by her soft, jade-like hands for half an hour, was already on the verge of exploding.
I quickly brought Mom's feet together, forming a foot cave, and thrust my cock through, beginning to thrust and pump wildly.
My ferocious, thick meat-rod went in and out between Mom's snowy, delicate feet. This lewd scene, which I had fantasized about countless times, was now laid bare before my eyes. I was panting like an ox, the physical and psychological pleasure washing over me in waves, like a series of violent, crashing waves assaulting my consciousness.
Mom tilted her head back slightly, letting me grip her jade-like foot as I charged forward. Suddenly, she opened her mouth slightly and asked, "Yangyang, does this really feel good?"
"Yes! It feels amazing! Mom, your little feet are so beautiful!"
My voice trembled as I answered my mom. My gaze shifted from those beautiful feet, being wantonly ravaged by a big cock, and landed on her face.
The alluring blush made her exquisite face even more charming. Her lovely Willow Leaf Eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her full lips pressed tightly together, and her large, bright Peach Blossom Eyes were filled with a touch of confusion as she gazed at her snow-white feet, now pressed together, and the head of the cock rapidly thrusting between them.
Seeing this, I could no longer restrain myself. I thrust forward with all my might, pushing my cock completely out of my mom's foot hole, and my testicles slammed heavily against the soles of her feet.
"Mmm…"
My mom's tightly closed legs recoiled slightly from the impact, and she suddenly let out a soft moan.
At the same time, my cock throbbed violently, and I roared as I spurted out a large amount of thick semen.
After I was done, I wearily put down my mom's feet, my heart still pounding violently, gasping for breath.
"Ai! You little brat! You don't wash your own clothes, do you!?"
Mom suddenly scolded, her voice filled with anger. I looked over and saw the milky white semen staining Mom's pale pink pajamas. It was on her pant legs, on her abdomen, and even a bit on her crotch, giving off a strangely wanton vibe.
I stared at Mom's playfully angry face, grinning foolishly. Mom smacked my left leg, annoyed, and said, "Get out of the way!"
I quickly pulled my leg back. Mom lifted her feet, her pink soles facing me, and propped herself up on her arms to turn ninety degrees. Only then did she lower her slender, pressed-together legs and, stepping into her slippers, ran to the bathroom…
The next day was Saturday, and Mom was off work. I used the elastic from my underwear waistband to restrain my eager cock and obediently studied all day.
During the week, when Mom was at school during the day, it was fine. I could focus on my studies. But on weekends, when I was in the same room as Mom, my eyes couldn't help but drift towards her.
Especially after the stimulating foot job yesterday, I spent a long time last night pondering, trying to analyze Mom's reasons for easily agreeing to that request.
After thinking it over and over, I came up with a somewhat reasonable explanation.
That is to say, in Mom's mind, there's not much difference between using her feet and her hands. Perhaps, helping her son satisfy his desires with her feet is even easier for her to accept than using her hands.
This conclusion is based on my understanding of my parents. It's clear, from Mom asking me if foot play felt good, that my parents' marital life is probably very monotonous and boring. I suspect that even when they have sex, it's likely just the traditional man-on-top position. Besides intercourse, the only form of intimacy they have is probably using their hands.
If that's the case, maybe helping me masturbate makes her think more of the sexual life between husband and wife, which is why she seems resistant.
But using her feet is my fetish. Perhaps she thinks that only people with the so-called psychological disorder of foot fetishism would like feet. So, having foot play with me wouldn't make her associate it with sex, therefore, she's not as resistant.
This is the only reasonable explanation I can come up with. Otherwise, why is it so incredibly difficult to get Mom to use her hands, the back-and-forth struggle harder than Tang Sanzang's journey to obtain the scriptures? Yet, when I switched to foot play, Mom agreed so easily?
Another thing that puzzles me is that since she agreed to help me masturbate, the difficulty of "conquering" Mom has suddenly dropped significantly. It's as if I exhausted all my schemes and strength to finally unlock that incredibly strong lock to Mom's heart. I thought there would be countless more difficult locks to open, but after opening the first door, I found a smooth, unobstructed path.
The first day, she wouldn't let me watch. The second day, she did. The third day, she used both hands. The fourth day, she sat between my legs. The fifth day, she started foot play directly…
Everything is going so smoothly, it's almost unbelievable!
Was this really the same woman who, after hearing her son say, "Help me with your hands," had slapped him so hard his nose was bruised and bleeding?
The same stern, traditional, and humorless Master Miejue?
My intuition told me that there was likely an unknown secret hidden within Mom's body!
And what I needed to do was to uncover Mom's secrets bit by bit, just like Dad had unearthed the secrets buried in ancient tombs for thousands of years.
In the evening, after finishing a whole day of studying, I ate dinner with Mom while we chatted. Around eight o'clock, I looked at Mom, who had changed into a blue pajama set, and softly called out, "Mom, it's time."
Mom glared at me, saying with annoyance, "Time for what nonsense! Even at work, we get to rest on weekends. Not today!"
I immediately looked crestfallen. "But I'm really uncomfortable."
Mom, scrolling through her phone, said impatiently, "If you're uncomfortable, then be uncomfortable. Let's see if you can hold it in until you die!"
"I definitely won't suffocate, but it's genuinely uncomfortable."
I lifted the covers and reached down to take off my pants, my twenty-centimeter cock already pointing skyward. "Mom, please, have mercy. I can't stand being hard like this."
Mom had gotten used to my big cock over the past few days. She gave it a casual glance, neither embarrassed nor flustered, her expression calm. "Just stay hard for a bit, it will soften soon enough."
My eyes darted around, and I bargained, "Mom, you didn't give me any warning, so I wasn't prepared. How about you help me out again today, and we rest tomorrow? Okay?"
Mom didn't respond. Her fingers tapped faster on her phone, as though she was venting her inner frustration.
Seeing this, I quickly called out, "Mom~ Mom~ Good Mom~ Mommy~"
"Shut up! Are you trying to summon a ghost?!"
Mom helplessly turned off her phone. With a stern expression, she stood up from the sofa and was just about to sit on the bed.
I quickly grabbed her arm, giving a flattering smile. "Use your feet, you won't get tired that way."
"Whatever you use, just get it done quickly! If it takes longer than twenty minutes, you can figure it out yourself, I'm not getting involved!"
Mom mumbled as she prepared to get into bed. I stopped her again, mulling over my guess about that secret. I said seriously, "Mom, you know how long I can last. It's hard for me to... you know... in twenty minutes."
Mom snorted, "That's your problem, not mine."
I gave a dry laugh, trying to sound her out. "How about this, to save time, why don't you put on the white socks you just took off?"
Mom was stunned, her Peach Blossom Eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at me. "Just took off? Are you crazy? They stink!"
I shook my head repeatedly. "They don't stink! Really, they don't! I smelled them, Mom, you smell great all over!"
Mom's face was full of disgust. "Yangyang, my son really doesn't have disgusting hobbies like you do."
"Hehe, Mom, aren't I your son?"
"Hehe, Mom, aren't I your son?" I grinned, sat up, and reached out to grab Mother's hand, "Mom, just try it once, okay?"
Mother hesitated for a moment, rolled her eyes at me, and then shook off my hand, striding towards the Entranceway with her long legs.
My heart was pounding. I felt like I had lifted a corner of the mysterious veil Mother kept hidden within herself.
I turned my head to look at Mother, only to see her first pull a pure cotton short White Sock out of her sneakers and sniff it. After confirming there was no smell, she bent over to put it on, then picked up the other one and sniffed it.
After putting on both socks and straightening up, I realized that I had been staring at her. A blush immediately crept up her delicate face, and she glared at me, furrowing her eyebrows. But it only made her seem even more charming, with absolutely no hint of aggression.
Once Mother was lying on the hospital bed in the same position as yesterday, I immediately reached out and grasped the pair of exquisite Jade Feet, still encased in the original White Socks. I leaned in, pressing my nose against the soles and taking a deep breath.
"Song Yang! What are you doing!?"
Mother stared at me, dumbfounded. She couldn't believe that anyone would make such a captivated expression while smelling someone else's worn socks.
I gazed at Mother with burning eyes, and praised, "Smells amazing! So good!"
Mother's expression was exactly like that of an elderly man on the subway, as if she was saying she didn't understand, but was deeply shocked.
I was thinking about what to say next. I first pulled down the cotton sock on Mother's right foot halfway, revealing her round heel and half of her fair sole. Then, I took off the sock from her left foot entirely and put it on my Meat Rod, which was hard as an iron pillar.
Then, I pulled my right foot, the toes covered by the cotton sock but the heel exposed, towards my mouth. My other hand played with the Cock, mostly swallowed by White Socks, as I rubbed it against Mother's fair and crystal-clear left foot. At the same time, I looked at Mother and trembled as I said, "Mom, do you remember this?"
Mother, who was already curious about my every move, saw the Meat Rod covered in her own socks. Her mind immediately flashed back to the night she caught me masturbating. Her gorgeous face flushed red as if it would bleed, and she turned her head away, whispering, "Pervert!"
"There's even more perverted stuff."
I chuckled, and then I opened my mouth and put the toe of my right foot, still wearing half a cotton sock, in my mouth.
"Ah! Don't… don't lick!"
Mother was caught off guard. Her mouth opened, and she let out a coquettish groan that made me shudder. Her right leg strained to pull her foot out of my mouth.
I held onto her snow-white, tender ankle, and then I released my mouth and licked the exposed half of her foot.
"Mmm… Don't… it's… so itchy…"
Mother let out another soft moan, her Peach Blossom Eyes looking at me with a hint of embarrassed reproach.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I actually lied to you that day."
I spoke to distract Mother, while pressing her two little feet together, placing them on the firm base of her thighs.
Mother was indeed curious, and she asked, "When did you lie to me?"
I was panting, using her two white and crystal Jade Feet to grip the very base of the Meat Rod. I also lifted Mother's pajama pants to her knees, revealing her fair and slender lower legs, and then pressed the erect Cock into the middle.
"Ah..."
Mother's even and soft calves tightly squeezed my Cock, and I couldn't help but groan, saying, "I love your little feet so much that I bought the same style of socks in advance and stuffed them into your shoes. So, what I used that day wasn't the socks you washed in your closet, but the original socks you wore all day at school, carrying your warmth and sour stench."
I thrust my Cock in and out while speaking, moving back and forth between Mother's legs.
"Ugh… How could you… So perverted… Mother's socks don't stink… Ugh…"
Hearing my words, Mother's moans became more pronounced, tinged with a hint of a sob, as she murmured in a dreamlike state.
I felt the two small, white, tender feet on my thigh roots wriggling restlessly. The crystal-clear toes, like broken jade, were tightly gripping my meat rod. Mother, with her water-like peach blossom eyes, looked up at me, her head tilted back. Her two jade hands, supporting her body, clutched the sheets tightly, her breathing rapid and her face flushed.
Seeing how Mother was already aroused just from my description, my mind exploded. A wave of perverse desire surged within me, and I planned to embrace Mother's legs and thrust wildly.
Unexpectedly, the phone on the pillow suddenly rang!
Mother and I both froze. Mother's hazy, water-like peach blossom eyes regained a bit of clarity. She looked at me with a dazed expression, her exquisite jade feet still unconsciously pressing against the base of my meat rod.
I was greatly angered. I turned sideways and picked up the phone to look at the caller ID, and then my whole body shivered. My meat rod hardened even further.
I raised my index finger and gestured for Mother to be quiet, then answered the phone: "Old Song, what brings you to call your son today?"
Hearing my words, Mother's delicate body trembled. The flush that covered her face vanished, and a look of immense terror flooded her water-like Peach Blossom Eyes. She scrambled to sit up and get out of bed.
But I was prepared. With a single hand, my large palm firmly grasped Mother's pair of delicate, small Jade Feet.
Seeing Mother still struggling, I exerted a sudden force, pulling her half-reclined onto the bed. Facing her angry, mortified gaze, I gently shook my head, then immediately activated the speakerphone.
"You little brat! Do I need to make an appointment to call you?"
"Well, that's true. How's the grave-robbing going? Found any good treasures?"
As I spoke, I lightly placed the phone on Mother's flat stomach, which was covered by a silk nightgown.
Mother looked tense, frowning and glaring at me, but I was quick to notice a hint of seductiveness hidden within her cool Peach Blossom Eyes.
"The purpose of archaeology is to witness historical culture, not to dig for treasures."
"Yes, yes, I certainly don't have your lofty ideals."
I casually answered Father, pulling off the White Socks that were on the Meat Rod, and cupping Mother's Jade Feet to form a foot-hole, thrusting vigorously as I had done yesterday.
"How are your feet recovering? What did the doctor say?"
Father's concerned voice came from the phone lying on Mother's stomach, echoing in the quiet yet lascivious hospital room.
My heart was racing, and my breathing was a little hurried. The thrusting speed became more and more intense, and I replied, "It's recovering well, about two weeks and she can be discharged."
"That's good, and your mom?"
Hearing this, Mother waved her hands at me repeatedly, signaling me not to mention her.
But I curved my lips, "My mom's right here, we're chatting, do you want to talk to her?"
Seeing me like this, Mother's Peach Blossom Eyes widened, and a tempting blush suddenly bloomed on her previously pale cheeks.
"Alright, let her take the call."
"No need, I'll use the speakerphone. Of course, if you two want to whisper sweet nothings, just pretend I didn't say anything."
I joked, my gaze fixed on Mother's increasingly alluring face. Down below, I accelerated, the bulging veins on my Meat Rod thrashing in and out of Mother's exquisite Jade Feet.
"Stop the nonsense! Let your mom take the call."
Father chuckled and scolded.
Mother, seeing she couldn't avoid it, cleared her throat and said, her voice slightly hoarse, "Old Song, you're not working overtime today?"
"Nope, just finished a project. Taking a two-day break, starting the next one on Monday."
"Get some rest, don't… cough cough… don't overdo it."
Seeing Mother, even while I was fucking her little feet, still concerned about Father, my eyes darkened. I pressed down hard on Mother's jade feet, forcing them to grip the cock again, the head of it now buried in Mother's smooth, plump calves. My hands wrapped around Mother's slender legs, and I started pounding away.
Mother, completely taken aback by my audacity, coughed twice to cover her surprise.
"Are you catching a cold?"
"No, just a dry throat."
"Alright. Is Yang-Yang behaving himself lately?"
I quickly chimed in, "Old Song, don't try to sneak around, I've got it on speaker. And I'm very well-behaved. I lie around reading books all day. Ask Teacher Lin if you don't believe me."
The more I spoke, the more excited I became, feeling my release was imminent.
Mother's pretty face grew redder, her Peach Blossom Eyes glaring at me fiercely, yet also showing a hint of confusion and daze.
"Wan Qing, this kid isn't lying, is he?"
"Mmm..."
Mother suddenly let out a soft moan, her gaze fixed on the terrifying Meat Rod churning between her legs, and whispered, "No, Yangyang has been... really good lately..."
After saying this, I noticed Mother suddenly covered her small mouth, her cheeks flushing with a huge wave of crimson. Her slender waist twisted restlessly, and her legs, which had been struggling, completely lost all their strength.
"That's good then. Alright, you two rest up. I'll go check the information for the next project."
"Okay... bye."
Mother hurriedly hung up the phone, then picked it up and threw it at me, furrowing her brows and angrily saying, "Song Yang!"
"Are you trying to defy me?!"
I didn't respond to Mother's question. Instead, I pulled out my cock and brought Mother's feet to my mouth, opening wide to take them in.
"Let go of me! You...ah...don't...don't lick..."
Mother's first words were filled with anger. But after my tongue had circled her crystal-clear toes, her voice immediately softened, becoming a low, seductive murmur that sent shivers down my spine.
I opened my mouth, releasing her toes. Before Mother could react, my soft, warm tongue had already landed on her round, adorable heel, then moved upwards, licking her fair, rosy-pink soles. I then changed direction, kissing her delicate, fair instep, where the blue veins were faintly visible.
"Ah...unh...no...Yangyang...quickly, let go of Mother..."
Mother's moans grew increasingly seductive. I stole a glance at her. Her exquisitely beautiful face was once again flushed with a captivating blush, and even the exposed skin of her neck seemed to be bleeding with color. The fierce expression that had glared at me earlier was completely replaced by intense desire. Her captivating Peach Blossom Eyes were once again brimming with alluring moisture.
I finished licking one foot and then turned to the other, until both of Mother's tender Jade Feet were covered in my saliva before I released her.
Mother's hair was disheveled, and her eyes were dazed. I bent over and reached out, pulling on Mother's small hand, which was clutching the bedsheets. With a tug, I pulled her up.
"Ah!"
Mother cried out, and the next second, I had her in my arms.
I held Mother's burning body, inhaling her delicate fragrance. Through the silk pajamas, I felt her plump, firm body. Burying my head in her neck, I ran my tongue over her smooth skin, licking and kissing her wildly.
"Mmm... Yangyang... Mmm..."
A sudden, intense moan escaped Mother's full, moist lips. Mother straddled my waist, her long legs wrapped around my back. Her feet were hooked together, tightly gripping me. Her arms were also wrapped tightly around my neck. With my licking and kissing, she kept increasing the pressure, as if she wanted to press my mischievous tongue into her body.
I struggled against Mother's hands, trying to lift my face to find her rosy, alluring lips. But Mother's strength was great. Helplessly, I opened my mouth and bit down on Mother's crystal-clear earlobe. Gasping for breath, I ordered, "Mom, I'm coming. Could you please use your hand to hold my cock, okay?"
"Mmm... Don't... Don't talk, Yangyang... Quickly, kiss Mother..."
Mother was utterly enchanted, her voice laced with a sob and a hint of pleading.
I ran my tongue along Mother's delicate, exquisite ear, exhaling rough, burning breaths. In a tone tinged with command, I said, "Hurry! Sweet Mother, your son's big cock needs you! Quickly, use the small hand that slapped me to hold it!"
"Mmm…"
Mother suddenly let out a high-pitched cry, releasing her grip on my hands. Her slender arms reached down, and her delicate, sweaty hand gripped my soon-to-erupt meat rod with force.
I sucked in a breath. I pressed my palm against Mother's head, pushing her down. Mother immediately moaned softly and brought her rosy lips closer.
"Mother, I love you!"
I voiced the declaration from my heart, and kissed Mother's mouth. My agile, powerful tongue forced its way past her teeth, capturing her tender, soft tongue, and I began to lick and suck, swallowing Mother's sweet saliva.
Mother's hot breath sprayed across my face, and she groaned. The legs wrapped around my waist gripped me tightly, her left hand embracing me, while her right hand furiously stroked my cock.
I felt my scrotum clench violently. I quickly pulled away from Mother's sweet mouth and buried my face in her neck, murmuring, "Mom, Yangyang loves you so much. Do you love me? Do you love your son?"
Mother's breasts heaved, her full, round breasts pressed against my chest. Her right hand, which was holding my cock, suddenly sped up. She moaned seductively, "Love... Mother loves Yangyang... Unh... You'll always be Mother's favorite baby..."
"Mom! I'm going to shoot!"
I suddenly hugged Mother tightly, hissing.
Mother also held me tightly, her voice soft and tearful as she moaned, "Shoot... baby, Mother's here..."
My 20-centimeter cock had just left Mother's small hand, but it was trapped between our bodies as we embraced. I instinctively thrust my hips, moving Mother's body up and down on the bed. Thick, hot semen spurted from the head of my cock, shooting into our bodies, which were almost fused together...