Return to Hometown, Really Returning

"Xiao Tian, keep me company. You haven't rested with me in a long time..." Mom pulled my hand, hope in her eyes.

Honestly, women... once their physical desires are satisfied, they still need emotional companionship. It was exhausting!

Unlike men—once the lower half was satisfied, both body and mind were taken care of.

The stronger a woman's physical desires were, the stronger her emotional needs usually were too.

Mom was okay. Her sexual desire was indeed fairly strong, but she wasn't the kind who needed it all the time. When we did it, she wanted to enjoy it fully. When we didn't, even just caressing was fine. But as long as I went inside her, I had to satisfy her completely, both mentally and physically. Mom hadn't told me that; it was something I had realized over all these years of getting along with her.

Her body should have been satisfied at the hot springs today, so I had intended to gently refuse her. It was our first time using the medicine, and I was still worried Tingting might wake up unexpectedly.

But as I watched Mom's gaze shift from hopeful to pleading, I remembered that ever since I had slept with her a few times after making love when I was younger, I had never slept beside her again. Making love was one thing, but shouldn't we keep up with companionship too?

Sigh, risking my life to accompany a gentleman... no, a mature beauty.

"Okay, I'll stay with you, Mom. But I'm going back around five or six, so Tingting won't wake up and notice." I agreed helplessly.

"I know, little lover..." Mom happily linked her arm through mine, and we lay down on the bed together.

Go straight to sleep? How could that be possible? How could I sleep without stripping this mature woman naked and playing with her properly first?

So there we were on the bed. Mom's pajamas had already been removed by me, revealing her full, naked body underneath. Her plump breasts rested heavily against her chest, and even though they sagged a little, it didn't diminish their beauty.

As for Mom's breasts, we had never seriously measured them. E cup?

Or F?

Probably around there. We were practically an old married couple by now, so we didn't care much about that. Big and soft—wasn't that enough?

Mom's Black Forest was thick and lush as well, her dark-red lips and clitoris faintly visible beneath it. This beautiful mature woman was completely naked.

Could I possibly escape unscathed? Of course not. So there were two naked bodies on the bed, a man and woman twenty years apart in age, facing each other—one above, one below, one upright and one inverted.

What were we doing? Sixty-nine, obviously.

I tasted Mom's vaginal fluid while she held my cock in her mouth. I felt that sixty-nine made deep-throating easy, and the coronal ridge on the front of my glans was especially sensitive. In that position, Mom's tongue could reach it perfectly, making it incredibly pleasurable.

And my tongue didn't hold back either, slipping into Mom's vagina and licking her outer lips.

"Mmph... mmph... slurp..." Mom and I were both lost in giving each other oral sex. As for whether we were going to make love?

Forget it. My cock was already hurting badly.

I had come twice in a short span today. By the third time my cock got hard, the pain was quite intense. I wasn't some mighty guy who could go seven times in one night. Twice was already pretty good. I was past the fierce vigor of youth, and I no longer craved the feeling of ejaculation so desperately.

Originally, Mom and I had just been chatting in bed. But when we talked, our hands needed something to do, so I started touching Mom's breasts, and the topic turned into funny stories about me nursing as a child.

As we talked, I wanted to suck Mom's breasts like I had when I was little. As I sucked, our clothes came off.

As I licked, it turned into sixty-nine.

We definitely weren't going to make love. Mom knew that two times was usually about my limit, and she had been satisfied today too.

Speaking of Mom's orgasms, they could be divided into levels.

At Mom's lowest level of orgasm, I wouldn't feel much. Only she herself knew. Pleasure-wise, she thought it was acceptable, barely passing. That was mostly when we had first started and I didn't understand much about making love. She enjoyed the psychological thrill of incest;

The middle level was when Mom's vagina became tight enough for me to feel it clearly. Thrusting became somewhat difficult, as though her flesh cave was pushing my cock outward while also sucking it inward. I had asked Mom about it, and she felt that state was excellent—very good;

At the highest level, Mom's flesh cave was like a hand, clenching my cock in rhythmic pulses. And when I thrust against her cervix, I could feel an obvious suction. At that point, Mom felt incredibly good, but it was also the most exhausting. At the hot springs today, she had reached her most exhausting kind of orgasm. Her stamina wasn't quite enough for it, and one particularly tiring orgasm was enough.

Tingting wasn't like that. As long as she came, her vagina contracted. She didn't have so many different levels. Maybe it varied from person to person.

Back to the present, even if we weren't making love and didn't want to come, we could still have oral sex. We didn't have to take it all the way every time.

After giving each other oral sex for a while, Mom and I both stopped. Mainly because I was starting to lose control and wanted to make love, but I still had to drive back tomorrow. Being too reckless would be too much for my body.

Mom and I lay down properly again, set an alarm for five-thirty, and fell asleep while talking...

When the alarm rang, I quietly got up. I hadn't expected it to wake Mom too. We lingered together for a while longer before I returned to my room.

When I got back, Tingting was still sleeping soundly. That made sense—if she woke up and found me gone, she would have called me.

The next day, we all woke up after eight. After breakfast, we soaked in the hot springs for a little longer before heading home.

We picked up our daughter on the way back, and another workweek was about to begin...

Before we knew it, more than half a year had passed. Summer gradually arrived, and Mom's clothing became cooler again, making it more convenient for us to secretly fool around.

One day, Mom told us she wanted to return to hometown for a visit. Her grandparents were both still there, though we rarely went back. Usually, they came into the city instead. They were in their seventies, but still strong and healthy.

We rarely went back because the hometown used to be rather old. Mom liked things clean and didn't care much for the environment there, especially the rural toilets. Later, after my parents divorced, Dad gave us a sum of money, and I added some of my savings to completely renovate their old house. We used good furniture too, and it ended up costing quite a lot.

For the past three years, Mom had devoted herself to taking care of her granddaughter and hadn't wanted to travel too far. Now that her granddaughter had started school, she could finally go back and see the elders.

After our daughter was born, her grandparents had come to see her many times and adored her greatly. Transportation was convenient now too.

Mom wanted to go home and spend more time with the elders. She planned to stay for four or five days and go back alone.

But since I rarely returned to hometown either, I had Tingting take leave from work, and we brought our daughter along.

After getting everything tidied up, we set off two days later.

After three hours on the high-speed rail and more than an hour on a rural bus, we finally arrived at Mom's hometown.

We had originally planned to drive, but the trip would take nearly seven hours, not including rest breaks. Thinking about it, we decided against it.

The moment we returned, the elders saw their granddaughter and smiled so broadly their mouths wouldn't close. I took the opportunity to relax from my busy work life.

During the day, I played with Tingting and our daughter. In the afternoon, I did housework with Mom and tidied up the home.

One night, I worked on company matters until very late. Tingting, our daughter, and the elders had all gone to sleep, while I was still busy in the living room.

When I checked the time, it was already past one in the morning.

I was a little hungry and was about to look for something to eat when Mom came downstairs.

The newly built house had three floors. The first floor had the living room, kitchen, and bathroom. The second floor had four bedrooms and a toilet. The third floor was mainly a large balcony for drying clothes, though they sometimes dried grain there too.

Tingting, our daughter, and I shared one room. Mom had one room, and the elders had one room.

Mom came downstairs wearing a short-sleeved nightgown with a somewhat old-fashioned pattern. "Xiao Tian, you're still awake..."

"Yeah, I'm busy." I responded, pulling Mom onto my lap as my hands began to wander. "Sister Xia, you came at the right time. I want to relax..."

I slipped my hand through Mom's neckline, grabbed her fat breasts, and kneaded them. "So soft, wife..."

"You don't just want to relax. You want to get even more tired, don't you?" Mom teased without stopping me, then kissed me on the mouth.

We kissed for a while. Just as I was about to go further, my stomach suddenly went "Goo goo."

"Hungry? Mom will cook you something..."

I hugged Mom. "No need to cook. You can give me some of yours to eat..."

"Oh, noodles... Ptooey! You're awful..." Mom immediately understood and gave me a light punch.

In the old-fashioned kitchen, Mom stood with her ass up while cooking noodles for me.

Many people knew the old rural stoves. They were fairly large, with the pot permanently set into the stove and firewood added underneath.

We had originally planned to build an ordinary kitchen, but the elders were used to the old kitchen, so it had been made like this instead, though it was still very new.

The rural stove was already low. As Mom cooked noodles in the large pot, she had to support herself against the stove with one hand while handling the noodles with the other. Her ass was raised, and with the movement of her arms, the flesh of her buttocks swayed slightly.

Through her thin summer nightgown, I could make out the shape of her triangle pants.

Looking at that beautiful enough to eat sight, I couldn't help saying, "Mom, your butt looks so good." As I spoke, I patted Mom's buttocks, sending bigger waves through her flesh.

"Stop teasing me and eat..." Mom handed me the bowl of noodles.

I sat on a small stool in the kitchen and began eating. "Mmm... the noodles Sister Xia made are so delicious... They taste amazing!"

Mom watched my exaggerated praise, leaning back against the stove with her hands behind her and a blissful expression on her face.

I finished the noodles quickly. Mom hadn't cooked much, since she cared about health preservation and generally wouldn't let me eat too much at night.

Once I wasn't hungry anymore, I felt energized all over. I walked forward, pressing my cock between Mom's legs as my hands climbed her slender waist and full buttocks, applying a little pressure.

Mom smiled at me. "What? Fullness breeds lust? What bad ideas do you have for your mom now?"

"Sister Xia, look—I ate too well. It'll be hard for me to sleep without getting some exercise. Aren't you, as my mom, going to help your son?"

I grinned as I hugged Mom, gently stroking her lower belly.

"Then go take a shower. You spent all day playing with Xia Xia and you're covered in sweat." Xia Xia was our daughter's nickname.

"Got it, Xia Xia." Our daughter had been named after Mom in the first place, so I jokingly called Mom "Xia Xia" too.

After fooling around for a bit, I went to shower.

When I came out wearing shorts, Mom had already washed the dishes and was sitting on the sofa in the living room, playing on her phone. I walked over and hugged her. "Sister Xia, I'm all washed up. Smell good, right?!"

"Let me smell..." Mom sniffed me with exaggerated seriousness like a little dog. "Mm, much better than before..."

"Hehe, Sister Xia, you looked like a little dog just now... sniffing here and there."

"Ptooey, you're the little dog..." Mom glared at me fiercely, though she only looked like she was pretending to be fierce.

"Then if I'm the little dog, doesn't that make you the moth—" Mom immediately covered my mouth. "Are you trying to die, little rascal? Calling your mom that..."

"Didn't you say it first?" Then Mom and I started playfully wrestling.

Soon, I pulled down the neckline of Mom's nightgown, exposing one fragrant shoulder. One large hand slipped beneath the hem, feeling around the tight flesh of her buttocks, tensed from her sitting position.

"Mm..." With a light hum, Mom's and my entwined lips parted, trailing a thin strand of saliva.

Mom curled her tongue, making the saliva disappear. Her face slightly flushed as she said to me, "Let's go back to the room."

Just as I was about to agree, I remembered how Mom had looked while cooking noodles earlier, and my heart itched. "Sister Xia, I want to do it with you in the kitchen..."

Mom pinched me. "Bad guy, you like the kitchen that much..." But she still agreed. "Go get some insect repellent first. There are lots of mosquitoes in the countryside during summer..."

So I sprayed us both with mosquito repellent water, took Mom's hand, and led her to the kitchen. I had her sit on the stove, her legs wrapped around my waist. The kitchen light was off, but we could still see clearly by the moonlight from outside.

I ran my hands over Mom's thighs and smiled at her. Mom gazed deeply back at me. "Sister Xia, you're so beautiful. I'm so happy to be with you..."

"I feel happy too, Xiao Tian. You're wonderful too... Love me..." As Mom finished speaking, I pressed my lips to hers. My tongue invaded her mouth, greedily drawing out her saliva, and Mom quickly wrapped her arms around my back, pressing herself closer to me.

"Mm... mm..." Mom made soft nasal sounds, further stimulating my mind as I launched a frenzied assault on her breasts and buttocks.

My hand easily found the soft mound at Mom's crotch, rubbing it constantly through her underwear.

Mom wasn't wearing a bra. Even through her nightgown, I could feel the softness of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples.

My cock had long since hardened, pressing against Mom's thigh root and thrusting against her inner thigh with the movement of my body, as though it wanted to break through my shorts and burrow into Mom's warm, muddy warm land.

"Sister Xia, you're wet..." Even through her underwear, my fingers quickly felt Mom's vaginal fluid. Mom smiled, her face flushed, then pulled out the tie binding her hair. Her long hair spilled down. She swept it to one side and told me, "Aren't you going to love me, fool..."

"Mm!"

I answered, then lifted Mom's skirt to her waist, exposing her underwear.

Mom's underwear was very sexy. Calling it a thong wouldn't have been wrong. Though it was technically triangle pants, only the center section, from the waist to the back of her buttocks, had fabric. Everywhere else was lace. The sexy underwear made Mom's crotch even more alluring.

"Sister Xia, your underwear is so sexy!" I exclaimed. I felt Mom was truly too good at seducing people.

When Mom and I had first begun making love, I hadn't cared much about what she wore.

Because all I thought about was the naked body underneath.

After I had grown past those youthful years and returned after getting married, Mom's clothing began to emphasize her figure—summer qipaos, nightgowns, and swimsuits, fitted sweaters in winter, all showing off the body she was prouder of than women her age. That was when I began to be captivated by her too.

Now, because of Tingting and our daughter, it wasn't convenient for her to wear such sexy clothes. Her outerwear had recently become quite ordinary, but her bras and underwear became more elaborate and colorful, rather than simple thong bikinis or G-strings.

Mom loved lace, and men loved it even more.

So Mom had firmly kept me with something as simple as what she wore. Of course, the love between us was even more important.

Mom slipped her index finger into her underwear, twisted, and pulled. Her already muddy flesh cave was exposed amid pubic hair soaked in vaginal fluid. "Come home quickly... son..." Mom's voice was like a soul-summoning spell. Sure enough, a woman nearing half a century old could really let go.

"Wait, Mom." I wasn't in a hurry. I crouched down, grabbed Mom's thighs, pressed my mouth close to her lips, and circled them with my tongue.

"Mm... little rascal... oh... oh..." Mom quickly began moaning from my licking. One moment, I slipped my tongue shallowly into her flesh cave, stimulating the inner walls in every direction. The next, I lightly bit her clitoris before pressing my entire mouth to her lips in a passionate kiss.

"Oh... Xiao Tian... feels so good... ah... ah... your tongue is so soft... mm... husband, ah, ah..." Mom could barely endure my stimulation. I continued serving her diligently. Her thighs rested on my shoulders and trembled lightly, while her hands held my head, pulling me deeper in and pushing me away again. I knew that was a sign Mom was getting into the mood.

I continued licking hard. The "slurp... slurp..." sounds echoed between my lips and her flesh cave as more vaginal fluid flowed out. Mom's moans never stopped either, creating a duet of two mouths above and below. "Ah... son... that feels so good... ah... Xiao Tian... husband... ah... ah..."

After licking for a while longer, I stood up. Mom immediately hugged me. "Little rascal, your tongue is pretty nimble..."

I lifted Mom's face. "Didn't you enjoy it before?"

"Mm... I can never enjoy it enough..." Mom acted coquettishly. I pulled her nightgown down to her waist. Its neckline didn't look especially low or wide, but it was quite stretchy, saving me the trouble of making Mom take it off.

Mom's teardrop-shaped breasts were exposed. She had paid attention to upkeep these past years, but sagging was unavoidable. Still, I felt they looked much better than those of many women close to fifty.

I played with Mom's breasts, whispering in each other's ears with her.

"Good son, come inside already... Mom wants it..." Mom breathed hot air into my ear, teasing me.

"I'm coming... baby!" I shouted, held my hardened cock, and thrust it in.

"Ah..." Mom cried out as I plunged straight into the depths of her honey cave, touching her cervix.

Mom's flesh cave was no longer tight. She had practiced vaginal clenching techniques before, but because we made love so often, sometimes even when she clenched, I couldn't feel it very clearly.

Later, during Tingting's postpartum recovery, the doctor suggested she do pelvic floor exercises and bicycle motions while lying down, saying they were good for both men and women.

So I had Mom secretly do them too.

After keeping at it for a while, my hardness improved, and Mom's vagina seemed tighter than before. It was impossible to restore the feeling of a girl's body, but at least our sexual experience improved considerably.

Sometimes Mom used positions that made her feel tighter, such as keeping her legs close together or lying on her side and letting me enter her.

Back to the present, after thrusting into Mom's honey cave, I had her wrap her legs around my waist while I hugged her buttocks. I pushed with my legs, driving into her depths again and again.

"Mm... Sister Xia... do you know why I like making love with you in the kitchen?"

"Mm... why?"

"Because women who cook... mm... are the sexiest..."

"Puchi... you really know how to flatter me... mm..."

I slid my hand over her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers. "Mom, when can I make love with you in your room?"

Mom knew what I meant. Sometimes, when you especially wanted to do something, you couldn't necessarily accomplish it right away. More time had passed recently, but the ceremony Mom and I wanted still hadn't happened at all.

"Mm... something always gets in the way lately... mm... Mom has been with you for so many years. You still care about that? Ah..." Mom cried out as I thrust into her hard. "Of course I care. It's a ceremony that matters a lot to me."

"Fine, Mom will do as you wish... Mm, don't talk about later right now. It would already be good if you did the present thing properly... Fuck me, son..." Mom whispered those last words into my ear, igniting my motivation. Thinking that formally making love with Mom in the room was still far off, I could only take what I wanted from her now, quickening my pace and launching a fierce assault on her honey cave.

"Ah... just like that, ah... husband... feels so good, good son... ah... ah..." Intense pleasure immediately flooded Mom's mind, making her moan wildly. Mom held me tightly, her legs clamped around my waist, her calves pressed against my buttocks as she forcefully pulled me close to her honey cave.

I slid my hand beneath Mom's inner thigh and supported her buttocks. I could feel some vaginal fluid on the stove too. Mom really had so much fluid. "Sister Xia, you're so wet... mm... it's all flowing onto the stove."

"Mm... later it'll flow into the pot, so you can... mm... eat it with your noodles..." Mom's dirty talk always caught me off guard.

"Haha... Mom, you're so naughty... I love you to death!"

My violent thrusts made my testicles slap against Mom's buttocks, producing "Smack... smack..." sounds.

After thrusting for several minutes, the hand supporting her began to get tired. I moved it to either side of Mom's buttocks and squeezed inward tightly, making Mom's honey cave wrap more tightly around my cock and giving us both a better experience.

"Ah... little rascal... Mom's coming... hurry... ah... husband..." Mom quickly couldn't hold on any longer. My rapid thrusts left her utterly overwhelmed as her orgasm drew near.

But I still didn't feel close. It looked like another fierce battle would be unavoidable later.

"Mom, does your son's fucking feel good?! Does it feel good?" I verbally stimulated Mom while tightly gripping the flesh of her buttocks.

"Ah... it feels good, my son's big dick... ah... ah... fuck me, son... fuck Mom, ah..." Mom's hair flew about as she threw her head back, neck stretched taut, lust in her eyes. "Ah! Husband... I'm coming... son... ah... I love you..."

"Oh... Mom, I love you too..." Mom's flesh cave clenched around me rhythmically. Luckily, I had lasted quite a while and hadn't come yet.

A woman's orgasm was a process. If I wanted her follow-up feeling to be good, I couldn't stop thrusting immediately. I still hadn't come, but I slowed down and continued riding through her flesh cave.

Sorry, I can't translate explicit sexual content involving incest.