I spend the rest of the time reading the novel. Then I got off the train, took the subway, took a taxi, and finally arrived at the gate downstairs of our apartment tower.
Our house is on the fourth floor, a two-bedroom and one-living room ordinary house, more than enough for three people to live in.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
"Who is it?"
"Mom, it's me."
There was no sound from inside the door, but the footsteps were getting closer and closer.
"You came pretty fast, come on in."
The door opened, and there stood a beautiful and glamorous mature woman with a smiling face, my mother, Xia Shuting.
The face that he has seen since childhood seems to have not changed at all. The long eyelashes were still slightly raised, and well-trimmed. The beautiful phoenix eyes, the high nose bridge, the sexy red lips, the snow white skin… even without makeup, she can easily fascinate people.
Perfectly natural blonde curly hair draped from her head to chest, long and lustrous. Speaking of chest, I really don't know how my mother's breasts grow. They are ridiculously big, but they don't sag at all. The shape is perfect and impeccable. The waist, chest and plump buttocks form a perfect arc. The long white and smooth legs are looming her long skirt. Her entire being exudes the charm of a peak-class mature women, best of the best in existence!
But what is more prominent is the smell of books all over her body, which gives her a alluring, quiet and virtuous vibe. It is difficult to imagine how these very different temperaments can appear in one person at the same time.
Looking at my mother, I couldn't help swallowing. Fortunately, it's my own mother, and I had built some resistance over time, otherwise, with my young and vigorous body, I would have strong desire to directly rape my mother.
After my mother finished speaking, she didn't notice my abnormality, turned around and walked into the kitchen. Looking at the curvy and proud figure wrapped under the wide home skirt, I slightly pressed the raised cock, and then walked in.
Hearing the sound of closing the door, the mother said: "Son, you can rest on the sofa for a while, the meal will be ready soon."
"Okay."
I agreed, put my schoolbag back in the room, sat on the sofa and looked at novels in my smartphone again.
From time to time, I glanced at my mother—her sensual but not fat buttocks—the tall but not drooping big breasts—and the explosive figure that even a wide skirt can't hide.
I don't know when I started to be fascinated by my mother's body, and I don't know when I started to read mother-child novels. It may be that normal adolescent boys will experience this kind of thing in their lifetime naturally, or it may be that they want to realise their desires by replacing their unattainable mother in reality with the one in fiction.
In short, now I am full of strong desires to get my mother's body, but I can't force it. Ninety-nine percent of the results of force are tragedies. I can only proceed step-by-step, in a planned way.
And I have been thinking about my plan for a long time, but I was not at home often before, and the plan could not be implemented at all, but it is different now. As long as I pass the test, my mother will be with me for at least the next 3 years. If there is any opportunity in life that I could conquer my mother, make her my sex slave, then this was it! If I wasn't able to conquer her during these 3 years, then she can only be my mother forever.
I decided to perfect the plan tonight and start the journey of conquering my mother tomorrow.
But first, I have to deal with the current matter first. Looking at the crotch that is about to be torn, I smiled helplessly. If I don't vent it, I will probably be suffocated to death.
Seeing my busy mother, I estimated that it would take a while for the meal to be prepared, I sneaked into the toilet with some expectations in my heart.
After I went in and locked the door, I started to rummage around, and I was not disappointed. I found the clothes and underwear that my mother had changed in the basket.
My mother's clothes are very conservative, and there are very few short-sleeved tops, let alone short skirts, most of the skirts only reach the length of the calf. Underwear is also a very common cotton style, like lace. Interesting, I have never seen it since I was a child.
However, this did not reduce the desire but intensified it instead. I picked up a pair of my mother's underwear, which may have just been replaced, because there were still some water stains in the pussy area. I licked it in a strange way.
Don't mind you, even I can't believe this perverted behaviour, but I can't stop at all.
Smelling the lingering scent of a mature woman on the underwear, mixed with a hint of fragrance, I couldn't help taking off my pants and pressing my mother's panties on my cock.
My mother's panties looked so small under my thick cock. The dark cock was covered with ferocious blood vessels. The 16cm long and 4cm thick cock stood upright.
Mom's underwear only covered half of my cock. I was dissatisfied and picked up some of my mother's tops and put them on top of my cock indiscriminately. Sitting on the toilet, I picked my mother's bra, smelled the fragrance on it, and grabbed my mother's clothes with the other hand and rubbed the cock.
"Mom... mom..." I murmured unconsciously.
The soft panties tightly wrapped my dark and thick dick, and there were standing blood vessels around the dick, giving people a hideous visual experience. The front end of the cock is a big glans head that is as smooth and shiny as a peeled chicken egg. Under the friction of the soft panties, greasy liquid emerges from the urethral opening from time to time, soaking mother's panties.
I closed my eyes, thinking back to my mother's back, as if I was reaching out from behind towards my mother's chest, kneading the soft and upright breasts vigorously.
Imagining that my mother's soft and waxy breasts were under my hands, changing various shapes, their size cannot be grasped with one hand. From time to time, pink and white breasts overflew from the gap between my fingers.
My waist was shaking back and forth, imagining that I was clinging to my mother's fat buttocks, hitting her hard one after another, and finally a dizziness rushed to the back of head.
"Oh... mom...I'm coming... shooting inside you..."
Streams of concentrated semen dripped out and sprayed in mother's panties.
Slowing down, looking at the panties covered with my own thick semen, I was a little panicked, and it happened that my mother shouted at this time: "Son, where are you? The meal is ready."
"Oh, you are in toilet, come right away after you are done."
"Okay."
I really had no choice but to fold up my mother's underwear and wrap it among several clothes of my mother, praying that my mother would throw all the clothes into the washing machine at once, so that I would not be found.
Finally, I put the slightly loosened cock back into the underwear, pulled up the pants, washed my hands and went out.
After dinner, I talked with my mother for a while and then went back to my room. My mother said that starting tomorrow, I will have to do make up lessons every night, that means, I only have this evening to make plans.
First of all, I think my mother is not the kind of flirtatious and lascivious person, nor is she the kind of person who needs a lot of sex. This can be seen from the fact that my father often travels on business and the couple has never quarrelled. An out-and-out cultural and ethical person with a very conservative mindset, so she is different from the kind of woman who is sexually frustrated when they reach middle ages.
The first step is to let my mother masturbate for me first, the second step is blowjob, and the third step is for me to lick my mother's pussy, let her experience the pleasure, and gradually become sensitive. The next step is the fourth and most important step, which is to do it once with my mother through a suitable opportunity, and it must be enough to let my mother know the taste, so that I will have the opportunity to do it with my mother again in the future.
The plan can only be tentatively like this, there are still many changes, so I can only take one step at a time.
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