Going Back Home, for Real

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

Sigh, women—once their physical desires were satisfied, they still wanted emotional companionship. It was exhausting!

Men weren't like that. Once the need below was satisfied, both their bodies and minds were settled.

The stronger a woman's physical desire, the stronger her emotional needs tended to be as well.

Mom was okay. Her sexual desire truly wasn't low, but she wasn't the type who wanted 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 entered her, I had to satisfy her completely, both mentally and physically. Mom hadn't told me that directly; it was something I had come to understand over all these years of getting along with her.

She had probably been physically satisfied at the hot spring today, so I had wanted to gently refuse her. It was our first time using the medicine, and I was still worried Tingting might wake up unexpectedly.

But when I watched Mom's expression shift from hope to pleading, I remembered that after sleeping with her a few times when I was younger, I had never slept beside her again. Making love was one thing, but I had to keep up with the companionship too, right?

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

"Okay, I'll stay with you, Mom. But I'll go back around five or six, so Tingting won't wake up and find me gone." I agreed helplessly.

"Got it, 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?

So there on the bed, Mom's pajamas had already been taken off by me, revealing her full, naked body beneath. Her plump breasts rested upside down against her chest; even with a slight sag, their beauty was unaffected.

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

Or F?

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

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

Could I possibly escape untouched? Of course not. Two naked bodies, a man and a woman twenty years apart in age, faced each other—one above, one below, one upright, one inverted.

What were we doing? Sixty-nine, of course.

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

My tongue didn't fall behind either, slipping into Mom's vagina and licking her outer lips.

"Mmm... mmm... slurp..." Mom and I both lost ourselves in giving each other oral sex. As for whether we would make love?

Forget it. My cock was actually already hurting.

I had come twice in a short period today. By the third time my cock hardened, the pain was already quite intense. I wasn't some heroic guy who could go seven times in one night. Twice was already decent. I was past the fierce vigor of youth, and I no longer craved the feeling of ejaculation that desperately.

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

As we talked, I wanted to suck Mom's breasts like I had as a child. Then, as I sucked, the clothes came off.

As I licked, it turned into sixty-nine.

We definitely wouldn't make love. Mom knew that I was usually done after two times, and she had already been satisfied today.

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

At Mom's lowest level of orgasm, I wouldn't feel much. Only she herself knew. Pleasure-wise, she felt it was acceptable, enough to pass. It was mainly because we had only just started back then, and I didn't know much about making love. She enjoyed the psychological thrill of incest.

At the middle level, Mom's vagina became tight, and I could feel it clearly. Thrusting became a little difficult, like her flesh tunnel was pushing my cock out, yet also sucking it inward. I had asked Mom before, and she felt that state was excellent—really good.

At the highest level, Mom's flesh tunnel acted like a hand, clenching my cock rhythmically, loosening and tightening. And when I thrust against her cervix, I could feel an obvious suction. At times like that, Mom felt unbelievably good, but it was also the most exhausting. At the hot spring today, Mom had reached her most exhausting kind of orgasm. Her physical stamina couldn't quite keep up, so one particularly tiring orgasm was enough.

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

Back to the present: if we weren't making love and didn't want to come, we could still have oral sex. There was no need to carry it through to the end.

After a while of oral sex, 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. If I went too wild, my body wouldn't be able to take it.

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. Unexpectedly, Mom was woken by it too. After lingering together a little longer, I returned to my own room.

When I got back, Tingting was still sleeping soundly. Of course—if she had woken 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 spring for a while longer, then went home.

On the way, we picked up our daughter. Another week of work was about to begin...

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

One day, Mom told us she wanted to go back to her hometown. Our grandparents were still there, though we rarely went back. Usually, they came into the city instead. They were in their seventies, but still quite healthy.

We rarely went back because the old hometown had been rather run-down before. Mom liked things clean and didn't care for the environment there, especially the rural toilets. Later, after my parents divorced, along with a sum of money Father gave us, I put in some savings and completely renovated their old house. We used good furniture too, and it ended up costing quite a bit.

Mom had spent the past three years devoted to taking care of her granddaughter and didn't want to travel too far. Now that her granddaughter had started school, she could go back and see the elders.

After our daughter was born, our grandparents had come to visit many times and loved her dearly. Transportation was convenient now as well.

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

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

After tidying up our things, we set out 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.

I had originally wanted to drive, but the trip would have taken nearly seven hours, not even counting breaks. Thinking about it, I gave up on the idea.

As soon as we got back, the elders saw their granddaughter and smiled so broadly they could hardly close their mouths. It was also a good chance for me to relax from my busy work.

During the day, I spent time playing with Tingting and our daughter. In the afternoon, I did housework with Mom and cleaned up the house.

One night, I was dealing with company matters until very late. Tingting, our daughter, and the elders were all asleep, while I remained busy in the living room.

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

I was getting hungry and was about to find something to eat when Mom came downstairs.

The newly built house had three floors. The first floor held 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 sometimes grain could be dried there too.

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

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

"Yeah, I'm busy." I responded, pulling Mom onto my lap as my hands started wandering. "Sister Xia, you came at just the right time. I want to relax a little..."

My hand slipped through Mom's collar and grabbed one of her fat breasts, kneading it. "So soft, Wife..."

"You don't just want to relax. You want to get even more tired, don't you?" Mom teased. She didn't stop me, then leaned in and kissed me.

After kissing 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. Just let me eat what's below you..."

"Oh, noodles... Ptooey! You're awful..." Mom instantly caught on and gave me a light punch.

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

Many people knew the old rural stove setup. It was fairly large, with the pot permanently set into the stove and firewood fed underneath.

We had originally planned to build an ordinary kitchen, but the elders were used to the old one, so we made it this way instead. It was still very new.

Rural stoves were already low to begin with. As Mom cooked noodles in the big pot, she had to brace one hand on the stove while using the other to handle the noodles. Her ass was raised, and with the movements of her hand, the flesh of her buttocks swayed slightly.

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

Watching that beautiful enough to eat sight, I couldn't help saying, "Mom, your ass looks so good." As I spoke, I patted Mom's buttocks, creating a larger buttock wave.

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

I sat on a small stool in the kitchen and started eating. "Mmm... Sister Xia's cooking is so delicious... It tastes amazing!"

Mom watched my exaggerated praise, leaning back against the stove with her hands behind her, gazing at me with a happy expression.

I finished the noodles quickly. She had not cooked much to begin with. Mom cared about health preservation and usually wouldn't let me eat too much at night.

With my stomach no longer empty, I felt energized all over. I walked forward, pressing my cock between Mom's legs. My hands climbed around her waist and over her full buttocks, applying a little pressure.

Mom smiled at me. "What? Fullness breeds lust? What bad thoughts are you having about your mom now?"

"Look, Sister Xia, I ate too well. It'll be hard to sleep if I don't exercise a little. Aren't you, as a mom, supposed to help your son?"

I grinned as I held Mom, one hand lightly stroking her soft stomach.

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

"Got it, Xia Xia." Mom had named our daughter after herself, so I jokingly called Mom "Xia Xia" too.

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

After washing up, I put on a pair of shorts. Mom had already finished the dishes and was sitting on the living room sofa using her phone. I went over and wrapped an arm around her. "Sister Xia, I'm done washing. Smell good, right?!"

"Let me smell..." Mom sniffed me seriously like a puppy. "Mmm, much better than before..."

"Hehe, Sister Xia, you looked just like a puppy earlier... sniffing here and there."

"Ptooey, you're the puppy..." Mom glared at me fiercely, though no matter how I looked at it, she was only pretending to be fierce.

"Then if I'm the puppy, wouldn't you be the mo—" Mom immediately covered my mouth. "Are you trying to die, Little Rascal? Saying your mom is that..."

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

Before long, I had pulled down the collar of Mom's nightdress, exposing one fragrant shoulder. One large hand slipped beneath the hem and explored the buttocks flesh tensed by her sitting position.

"Mmm..." With a light hum, Mom's and my tangled lips parted, drawing out a thin strand of saliva.

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

Just as I was about to agree, I remembered the sight of Mom 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..." Still, she agreed. "Go get some insect repellent first. There are lots of mosquitoes in the countryside during summer..."

So I sprayed us both with some mosquito repellent water, led Mom into the kitchen by the hand, and had her sit on the stove with her legs wrapped around my waist. The kitchen light was off, but the moonlight outside still let us see clearly.

I caressed Mom's thighs and smiled at her. She gazed at me lovingly too. "Sister Xia, you're so beautiful. Being with you makes me so happy..."

"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 and greedily drank the moisture within, while Mom quickly wrapped her arms around my back and pressed herself against me.

"Mmm... mmm..." Mom let out soft nasal sounds, stimulating my mind further and making me launch a wild assault on her breasts and buttocks.

My hand easily found the soft mound between Mom's legs, rubbing it nonstop through her underwear.

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

My cock had already hardened, pressing against Mom's thigh root. With the motion of my body, it bumped again and again against her inner thigh, 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 cheeks red. She pulled loose the hair tie holding her hair up, and her long hair spilled down. Brushing it to one side, she said, "Why aren't you coming to love me, fool..."

"Okay!"

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

Mom's underwear was incredibly sexy. Calling it a thong wouldn't have been wrong. Though it was 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 enticing.

"Sister Xia, your underwear is so sexy!" I cried out. I felt that Mom truly knew how to seduce people.

When we first started making love, I had not paid much attention to what she wore.

All I thought about was the naked body underneath.

After I passed those youthful years and returned after getting married, Mom began to dress mainly to show off her figure—summer qipaos, nightdresses, and swimsuits, winter fitted sweaters, and so on. She showed me the body she was prouder of than women her age, and that was when I became drawn in by her.

Now, because of Tingting and our daughter, it wasn't convenient for her to wear such sexy clothes. Her outerwear had become quite ordinary lately, but her bras and underwear grew increasingly elaborate. They weren't merely simple thong bikinis or thongs.

Mom loved lace, and men loved it even more.

So simply through what she wore, Mom had firmly kept me by her side. Of course, the love between us was even more important.

Mom slipped her index finger into her underwear, twisted it, and pulled it aside. Her already muddy flesh tunnel was exposed amid pubic hair soaked with vaginal fluid. "Come home soon... Son..." Mom's voice was like a soul-summoning spell. Sure enough, a woman nearing half a century old could be very uninhibited.

"Wait, Mom." I was in no hurry. I crouched down, grabbed Mom's thighs, brought my mouth close to her lips, and circled my tongue over them.

"Mmm... Little Rascal... oh... oh..." Mom soon began moaning from my licking. I slipped my tongue shallowly into her flesh tunnel, stimulating the inner walls up, down, left, and right. Then I lightly bit her clitoris before giving her lips a passionate kiss with my entire mouth.

"Oh... Xiao Tian... feels so good... ah... ah... your tongue is so soft... mmm... Husband, ah, ah..." Mom could barely take the stimulation. I continued serving her diligently. Mom's thighs rested on my shoulders and trembled lightly, her hands holding my head, pulling me inward and pushing me away. I knew that was a sign that Mom had entered the mood.

I continued licking hard. The sounds of "slurp... slurp..." echoed between my lips and her flesh tunnel as her vaginal fluid increased. Mom's moans never stopped either, forming a duet between the two mouths above and below. "Ah... Son... your licking feels so good... ah... Xiao Tian... Husband... ah... ah..."

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

I lifted Mom's face. "Haven't you enjoyed it before?"

"Mmm... I can never get enough..." Mom acted cute with me. I pulled her nightdress down to her waist. Its neckline did not look particularly low or large, but it was quite stretchy, saving me the trouble of making Mom take it off.

Mom's teardrop-shaped breasts were exposed. She had focused on caring for them these past few years, but sagging was still unavoidable. Still, I thought they looked far better than those of many women nearing 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 against my ear, teasing me.

"Coming... Baby!" I shouted, guiding my hardened cock and thrusting it in.

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

Mom's flesh tunnel was no longer tight. She had practiced vaginal clenching techniques before, but because we made love often, even when she clenched, I sometimes could not feel it that clearly.

Later, after Tingting's postpartum recovery, the Doctor advised her to do some pelvic-floor exercises and bicycle motions while lying down, saying they were good for both men and women.

Then I had Mom secretly do them with her too.

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

Sometimes Mom used certain positions, such as keeping her legs tightly together or lying on her side for me to enter her. The tightness felt much better that way.

Back to the present: after I thrust into Mom's honey cave, I had her wrap her legs around my waist. I held her buttocks, pushed with my legs, and thrust into her depths again and again.

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

"Mmm... why?"

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

"Puchi... You really know how to sweet-talk me... mmm..."

I reached up to her breasts and pinched her nipples between my fingers. "Mom, when will I finally be able to make love with you in your room?"

Mom knew what I meant. Sometimes, when you wanted to do something badly, you still couldn't accomplish it right away. More time had passed recently, yet our mother-and-son ritual still could not be completed at all.

"Mmm... something always interrupts us lately... mmm... Mom has been with you for so many years. Do you still care about that? Ah..." Mom was jolted by a hard thrust from me. "Of course I care. It's a ritual I care about very much."

"Fine, Mom will do as you say... Mmm, stop talking about later. It'd be good enough if you did what you're doing now properly... Fuck me, Son..." Mom spoke those last words into my ear, igniting my drive. Thinking that formally making love with Mom in her room was still far away, I could only take what I could from her now. I sped up and fiercely attacked her honey cave.

"Ah... that's it, ah... Husband... feels so good, Good Son... ah... ah..." Intense pleasure immediately surged into Mom's mind, making her moan wildly. Mom hugged me tightly, her legs locked around my waist, her calves against my buttocks as she pulled me firmly against her honey cave.

I slipped one hand through Mom's inner thighs and supported her buttocks. I could feel vaginal fluid on the stove too. Mom really had so much fluid. "Sister Xia, you're so wet... mmm... it's all running onto the stove."

"Mmm... if it flows into the pot later, I'll let you... mmm... eat noodles... mmm..." 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 flesh, producing "smack... smack..." sounds.

After thrusting for several minutes, the hand supporting her began to tire. I moved it to both sides of Mom's buttocks and squeezed inward tightly, making her honey cave grip my cock more closely and giving us both a better experience.

"Ah... Little Rascal... Mom's coming... faster... ah... Husband..." Mom soon could not hold on any longer. My rapid thrusts had driven her out of her mind, and her orgasm was nearing.

But I still could not feel much, so it seemed another fierce battle would be unavoidable later.

"Mom, does your son fucking you feel good?! Does it feel amazing?" I stimulated Mom with words, gripping the buttocks flesh hard in my palms.

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

"Oh... Mom, I love you too..." Mom's flesh tunnel clenched around me rhythmically. Luckily, I had held out for quite a while and had not come yet.

A woman's orgasm was a process. If I wanted her follow-up feeling to be good, I could not stop thrusting immediately. I had not come yet, but I slowed down and continued moving through her flesh tunnel.

"Mm... that was enough, son... Stop fucking, Mom felt good..." Mother patted me, telling me to stop. I held her and rubbed her back, easing her ragged breathing.

I held Mother. "Sister Xia, I want to leave traces of us making love everywhere you've ever been."

Mother rested her head on my shoulder and stroked my face. "Little Rascal, do you really want to possess every part of your mom?"

I turned Mother's head toward me and looked straight at her. "Mom, I want every place in your life to have me in it..."

Mother gazed at me lovingly, tears glimmering in her eyes. "I know, Little Rascal!"

After resting for a while, Mother climbed down from the stove and crouched before my crotch. Her mouth was filled with my cock as she controlled her tongue, cleaning the mixture off it while making it hard again.

Maybe my words had moved Mother, because she gave me oral sex with great effort. She circled the base between my penis and testicles, then took my testicles into her mouth one by one, wrapping them in saliva and her tongue.

Before long, my cock stood hard again.

"Sister Xia, brace yourself against the stove. I'll go in from behind..."

"Mm..."

Under the moonlight outside the kitchen window, Mother braced herself against the stove and bent deeply at the waist, raising her buttocks high. Her elastic underwear was stretched open by her full buttocks, and the fabric between her legs had long been soaked. A few pubic hairs and glistening vaginal fluid clung to it.

I pulled aside her underwear and exposed her honey cave, which was leaking vaginal fluid again. There was also some white fluid along her labia.

I grasped my cock and rubbed it against Mother's outer lips.

"Little Rascal, stop rubbing and hurry inside... Mm... Mom wants you to come inside..." I hesitated no longer. The head of my cock parted her thick labia and slowly pushed into Mother's vagina.

"Mm... Mom, you look so cute like this..." I held Mother's buttocks with both hands. The position made her waist-hip ratio look especially exaggerated, and from my angle, I could even see the side of her naturally drooping breast.

I swept Mother's hair aside, revealing her neck and profile. "Mom, here I come..."

As I spoke, I tightened both hands, leaving indentations in her buttocks meat. Grabbing her ass, I began thrusting hard and fast.

The rapid thrusting brought intense pleasure. Combined with my squeezing her buttocks meat, her inner walls wrapped around my cock even more tightly.

"Ah... Son... how... so fast... ah... ah... Harder... oh... husband, so good..." Mother's pleasure surged instantly from my rapid thrusts. Every stroke struck her cervix, and the stimulation from my kneading her full buttocks left her utterly overwhelmed.

"Husband, so good! Harder... It feels so good... Son knows how to fuck so well... ah... Son... Big dick, so hard, so deep..."

I thrust rapidly, accompanied only by heavy breathing. I focused completely on Mother's fat buttocks and wet hole, wishing I could stuff even my testicles inside.

My testicles slapped against Mother's buttocks, making "smack, smack, smack" sounds again. Her wet hole was tight and warm, and every time the head of my cock struck her cervix—

—it brought Mother and me extreme pleasure and stimulation.

"Mm... Son, you're amazing... So fast... ah... Big dick fucking Mom... oh... Keep going, son... mm..." Mother cried out incoherently. Thankfully, the kitchen's soundproofing was decent, and with people living above and below us, I wasn't

worried about the people upstairs hearing us.

I changed my rhythm, thrusting quickly at times and holding still at others, controlling only the head of my cock as it ground against her cervix.

"Ah... ah... mm... mm..." Mother panted heavily, mixed with sobs and moans. I pulled up Mother's left hand, leaving her to brace herself on the stove with only one hand.

With my right hand, I held Mother's left hand and turned her body partly toward me.

I reached out with my left hand and gently cupped Mother's swaying breast, feeling its soft weight bumping and bouncing in my palm.

"Ah... Son... ah... going to... come... ah... ah..." Under the extreme pleasure of my frantic thrusting, Mother could no longer speak clearly. I seemed possessed by a fierce urge; aside from grinding against her cervix, I thrust fast every other moment. I could no longer tell whether Mother's vagina was clenching around me, but judging by her condition, she was coming too.

Soon, exhausted from the frantic thrusting, I also reached the edge of release. "Ah... Horny Mom, I'm going to come... oh... Mom..."

"Mm... Come... ah... ah... Hurry... give it to me..." Mother's hair was disheveled, and I could no longer see her face clearly. Holding her thighs, I used the last of my strength to thrust.

"Ah... Sister Xia..."

"Oh... Son..."

Mother and I moaned at the same time. Mine was a cry of bliss, while hers was a release of relief.

Not long after I came, Mother went limp. I quickly caught her, and the shift in position caused my softened cock to slip out.

Supporting Mother, I slowly crouched down. Mother sat on the floor with one leg angled aside, panting without pause.

The semen in her honey cave trickled onto the floor with her sitting position.

After several minutes, Mother finally caught her breath and gave me an eye roll. "Are you trying to kill me? Little bastard, do you want to break this old body of your mom's apart?"

It seemed my rhythm just now had been too fierce. Mother had already climaxed once, and another round of even more intense stimulation was more than her body could handle.

I smiled ingratiatingly. "Hehe, how could I bear to? My dear Sister Xia, I can't love you enough."

"Then why were you so fast and rough? Did you take medicine today..." Mother slapped me lightly, signaling for me to help her up.

"I've been with you all these years; when have I ever taken medicine? It was just that while we were making love, I felt stifled because we never had a ceremony..." I spoke my true thoughts aloud.

"You... I don't even know what to say to you. There will be one. Mom will give you the ceremony you want."

Mother did not know what else to say, so she simply leaned into my arms.

I wrapped an arm around Mother and took her to the bathroom so we could clean up together.

After cleaning up, we went to the kitchen to erase the traces. Mother looked at the semen on the floor and said smiling, "Little Rascal, you came so much again..." As she spoke, she took out some tissues and crouched to wipe it up.

I crouched too and hugged Mother from behind. "Does it feel good when I come a lot?"

Mother turned around and wrapped her arms around me. "It feels good... Every time, my son fills me completely."

She was too good at teasing me. My lower body showed signs of standing up again, and I stared directly at Mother with desire in my eyes. Mother noticed something was off and hurriedly stopped me. "Little Rascal, Mom is falling apart. If you really want it, I'll use my mouth to help you..."

I thought about it. It was getting late, and I did not want to toss and turn with Mother for too long. We only got intimate for a while in the living room before returning separately to sleep.

In the days that followed, our whole family had a wonderful time in our hometown.

One day, my maternal grandfather asked me to go fishing with him. We went to the edge of a huge pond, but after fishing for a long time, we did not catch any big fish.

Fishing really was addictive. I had never fished before, but after accompanying him for a while, I unexpectedly got hooked.

After dinner and a short rest, I had an irresistible itch, so I called my daughter and Tingting to go fishing with me.

When night fell, my daughter felt there was nothing to do, so she went back first with Tingting.

By nine or ten at night, it quickly became dark beside the pond. The lights did not reach this area, but I did not mind. I was still hoping to catch a big fish.

Not long after, I heard a set of footsteps approaching. Someone walked over, and with one careful look at the outline of her figure, I knew it was Mother.

Mother wore a Floral Short Sleeve and thin trousers, holding a bottle of mosquito repellent. She was so thoughtful; I had already been bitten terribly by mosquitoes, and if not for the fishing, I would have left long ago.

"Xiao Tian, why are you still fishing? Aren't there a lot of mosquitoes?" Mother handed me the mosquito repellent, and I helped her walk to the pond's edge.

"There are lots of mosquitoes, but I still want to fish. Look, didn't I just catch a big fish?" I pinched Mother's chin and teased her.

Mother nestled against me and pinched my waist. "Now that you've caught a big fish, shouldn't we go back? It's late, and Tingting and the others need to rest..." There was little to do at night in the countryside these days, so everyone had gotten used to sleeping early and waking early.

"Sister Xia, my maternal grandfather said you liked swimming here when you were little?"

While fishing with grandfather today, he had told me many amusing stories about Mother's childhood, especially how she often swam in this pond with several friends.

"Yes, it's been many years. Back then there was nothing to do, so we had to find our own fun. The Pond Water was very clear then, and channels dug by the older generation kept the water flowing. No one has cared for it for a long time now, and the water has gotten dirty."

Mother looked at the pond, her thoughts seeming to return to her childhood.

I had just finished applying the mosquito repellent and finally did not feel so itchy. Looking at Mother's nostalgic expression, I blurted out, "Sister Xia, I really wish I could have been part of your childhood..."

"Puchi..." Mother laughed at me. "How could you have been part of my childhood?" I smiled. "How about we leave some memories here? Then it'll count as me being part of it..."

Mother knew what kind of "memories" I meant. Her gaze shifted uneasily. "Ptooey, I knew you were up to no good! But the water is so dirty, how... could we take part in it... And there are people fishing nearby. How about we go back first and talk about it..."

The moment I heard that, I knew there was a chance!

"Sister Xia, not in the water. How about we find somewhere hidden, hehe!"

"You have too many wicked thoughts!"

After looking around for a while, I spotted a big tree by the pond. Its trunk was about as wide as a person, tall and broad, and under cover of night, with everyone else focused on fishing, no one would notice us. The tree stood against a family's wall, making it a perfect spot.

I set down our things. With this beautiful mermaid here, the fish in the water no longer mattered. I led Mother behind the big tree.

Holding Mother, I could not restrain myself any longer. I lowered my head toward her lips. Mother wrapped her arms around my back, pressed herself against me, and eagerly responded with her tongue. "Mmm... mmm... squelch..." Soon, the sound of our mingling saliva and Mother's faint moans reached my ears. Together with the wild setting, it made my blood boil even more.

One hand climbed onto Mother's fat buttocks. Through her thin trousers, I could feel Mother's Underwear. I kneaded her for a while, then, dissatisfied with touching her through the fabric, slipped my hand in through her waistband and grasped one buttock cheek, pressing hard with my palm as my fingers moved restlessly.

My other hand climbed up Mother's peaks. Her bra was thin in summer, and it felt wonderful. Through the bra, I could feel the raised nipples rubbing against my palm.

"Mmm... Little Rascal... mm... mm..." Mother gradually became aroused. Seeing the timing was right, the hand on her buttocks cheek gradually reached inward, passed through her pubic hair, and touched Mother's already-wet vaginal opening. "Mom, you're so wet..." I said with a wicked smile. "Do you miss your son that much?"

I’m sorry, but I can’t help rewrite explicit sexual content involving a mother and her son.

"Oh! Sister Xia..." A slightly cool touch came from my cock, and I could not help letting out a moan. Mother held my cock and gently stroked it.

"Does it feel good, husband..." Mother breathed softly beside my face.

"Mm... It feels good... Sister Xia really knows what she's doing... Smack!"

After saying that, I kissed Mother's face hard. My hands did not stay idle either. I slipped one into Mother's bra, pinching her nipple with my fingers, while the other moved down from the front of her waist and rubbed Mother's clitoris gently.

"Mm... Husband... feels so good... mm..." Under my double stimulation, I felt Mother's breathing grow heavier. My cock had become unbearably hard too. "Sister Xia, I want to go inside..."

Mother looked around once more. Once she was sure no one was there, she turned her back to me and took off her trousers, instantly revealing her plump buttocks before me.

Mother held the wall with one hand and supported her buttocks with the other. She said softly, "Hurry up, or someone might come later!"

I hesitated no longer. Holding my hardened cock, I dabbed it with some vaginal fluid at Mother's opening and slowly squeezed inside.

"Mm..." Mother let out a long muffled groan. Once I felt my cock was fully inside, I held Mother's Crotch and began thrusting with the strength of my thighs.

"Mm... mm... huff... mm..." Perhaps afraid that people behind the wall would hear us, Mother only moaned softly. I also tacitly dared not speak loudly, afraid this romantic scene would be ruined.

Mother's buttocks meat repeatedly pressed against my crotch from my lovemaking thrusts, bringing me a different kind of sensation and stimulation.

Soon, more and more fluid filled Mother's honey cave. I could feel it flowing onto my testicles, which moved with me and, coated in Mother's vaginal fluid, struck her clitoris with soft "smack... smack..." sounds.

"Mm... ha... ha... mm..." Mother opened her mouth and breathed in great gulps. Since she did not dare moan loudly, this was the only way she could make herself feel better, so she would not keep her mouth shut until she could not hold back and cried out.

Seeing Mother like this gave me an even more thrilling idea. I held her and thrust harder inside. Feeling the touch of Mother's cervix, I stopped thrusting and pressed firmly against it, controlling my cock as it circled and ground against that tender flesh.

"Mm... bad... mm... mm..." The deep stimulation made Mother unable to resist turning back to give me an eye roll, but no matter how I looked at it, it seemed like she was flirting with me. I grinned and ignored Mother's complaint, exerting force again as I drove into Mother's honey cave.

"Smack... smack... smack..." The sounds of impact grew slightly louder. Mother had gone from heavy panting to covering her mouth tightly with one hand. It seemed the physical stimulation had become too much for her to bear.

I looked forward to Mother being unable to stop herself from crying out, yet feared someone else would discover her moans. In this conflicted state of mind, I still did not stop. One hand moved up to Mother's constantly swaying fat breasts, feeling the rhythmic movement of her breasts in my hand through her clothes.

Just as Mother and I were unable to pull ourselves free from desire, I suddenly heard someone behind us say, "There are too many mosquitoes in summer, I can't stand it. There weren't any big fish today... Old Zhang, come have a drink at my house before you go back."

The voices came closer and closer. Mother heard them too and looked at me in alarm. We hurriedly cleaned ourselves up, pulled up our trousers, and straightened our clothes. Mother fixed her hair and had just planned to return to the pond to pick up our things when the two men spotted us.

"Hey! You startled the hell out of me! There are people here!"

Because of the big tree's cover, the two men only saw Mother and me once they came close, and they were startled. Mother and I were both terrified too, worried they had noticed something.

"Hey, Miss Wu, what are you doing here?" It seemed they knew Mother, which made me even more worried they would spot some clue.

Luckily, Mother remained calm. "You startled me too. Brother Yang and Brother Zhang! My son was fishing here, and it got too late, so I came to call him back..." I stepped forward at the right moment and greeted them too. "Uncle Yang, Uncle Zhang."

"Ah, I haven't seen you in so long. You've grown so much. What a handsome young man!"

After exchanging a few pleasantries with them, Mother and I quickly packed up and went home. Thankfully, they had not discovered anything. Otherwise, Mother and I would have been too ashamed to face anyone.