Years after my father's passing, my wife and I returned to my hometown to visit our family home. My mother, who had been depressed for a long time, seemed to have regained her spirits and warmly welcomed our visit. Though her age was showing, she had always been beautiful and kind—someone truly special to me. One night, I secretly spied on her bathing, became aroused, and tried to make advances toward my wife, but she rejected me. Unable to sleep, I went to my mother's room, overcome by an illicit desire, and crept into her bed at night. Gently pulling back the covers, I noticed her pussy was slightly damp. Seeing that, I began touching her intimately and ended up shooting my cum all over her. The next day, I seized a moment when she was alone and embraced her, but she resisted, saying, "This is wrong between mother and son." Yet I sensed she was aware of what had happened the previous night. With no sexual release from my wife, I couldn't hold back and felt compelled to turn to my mother. Reluctantly, she agreed—only this once—and used her mouth and hands to bring me to climax. Still unsatisfied, I returned to her room later, catching the faint sound of her breathing. My mother couldn't suppress her excitement at having her son's cock in her mouth for the first time in years. Seeing my young dick had quietly awakened her feminine desires. Catching her masturbating during the day filled me with joy—I finally had the chance to connect with the woman I'd always loved. As I approached her, I began forcefully pleasuring her. At first, she resisted and tried to push me away, but her mature body, already sensitized by self-pleasure, couldn't stay calm. I penetrated my mother deeply, thrusting into her again and again, ultimately making her climax as only her son could.
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