My Mother Has a System but Won't Use It

164  Bedding his mother on a flower bed (R18)

There seemed to be a sort of mattress underneath, and her look turned coquettish and seductive; a blush coated her cheek. After putting her own bed, Han Li calmly unentangled himself from her hand and looked down at her, his face filled with complex emotions. It was a red bed full of flowers and on top of it was his Mother. She laid there, her face a fair tan, her brownish black eyes filled with seductive intent and her cheeks flushed and hands open. Her black hair was spread across the mattress, and her tattered, servant-looking robe was slightly damp from sweat. With one leg, graceful as an enchantress, languidly perched over the bed's edge, she seemed to await the arrival of him—the other half to her whispered yearnings. Waiting for him to enter her spread thighs before she could close it around his waist.

With a smile on his face, full of adoration for this naive woman, Han Li got rid of his clothes, put aside his blade, cast away his masks and plans, and, naked as the day he had been born, looked at her comely face. She leaned on one of her hands while looking at him curiously. The well-sculpted physique of her son was so beautifully evoking in this place that her heart thumped slightly. His half-limp manhood stood there in all its glory.

She remarked with a light laugh, "Feels like home."

Smiling, Han Li got into her inviting legs and started undoing her robes. She shifted to make it easier, and soon, another pile of robes joined her son's abandoned clothes. Now, she was naked, her two globes standing proudly on her chest, two pink nipples looking at him, fully erect. He couldn't help but be enchanted.

She wrapped her hand around his neck and brought him closer to her face. Their foreheads pressed gently against each other, and they shared a warm kiss. "I want to do it, Son. Today only, please, for me," She said, gently wrapping her hand around her son's cock. It felt warm. He kissed her forehead and, with a sigh, shifted his position. Both of their heads were now nestled between each other's thighs, her lips grazing his skin in a teasing dance already.

A bit frustrated, he looked at his mother's inner thighs, her vagina. She had grown a bit of pubic hair there again. He leaned his face in and, using his tongue gently, began to lick around her pussy. Her sweet nectar was already leaking, and she gently tightened her thighs around his head. At the same time, her delicate hand reached out, gently grasping his throbbing cock. Her touch was firm yet tender, a balance of confidence and motherly care. Her hand was skilled in giving her son pleasure. Her fingers danced along his shaft, applying just the right amount of pressure. With each stroke, she could feel him growing harder, responding to her touch with an undeniable eagerness.

She expertly varied her movements between long, languid strokes and shorter, quicker motions, making Han Li pause in licking her cunt and breathe heavily into it.

Her hand glided smoothly, glazing his length with a teasing touch. She explored every contour, every ridge as if committing his every detail to memory. Then, she traced the length gently with her tongue at first and felt him tremble at her touch. He was as weak as ever to her when she used her mouth; his cock became the hardest it had ever been and stronger than ever. It hit her nose, and along with it came a muscular scent, and with a smile, she gently guided it into her mouth and began sucking. Feeling all his nerves grow taut with forbidden pleasure, Han Li focused his attention on his mother's vagina and began to penetrate it with two of his fingers. She twitched but didn't react as his finger moved inside her, arousing her for a while along with her motion on his shaft. Then, he stopped that and penetrated her pussy with his tongue.

He entered as deep as his tongue could go and wiggled inside her while her thighs completely surrounded his head, her own arousal reaching a peak. She bit the tip of his cock and played around with that part until suddenly, it shook gently, she knew he would move, but she quickly put half of it into her mouth while tightly holding it. His warm jizz exploded into her mouth, and it tasted better than ever. His face flushed, and he began to finger and lick her pussy at the same time, touching all her sensitive spots with irritation as she squirmed in pleasure.

It didn't take long for her waist to shake, and his mother's nectars exploded, which as if in revenge, he completely devoured. He even licked away the leftovers before changing his position into a missionary one. Filled with a bit of shame, he looked at his mother, who looked back at him, her lips stained by obscene liquid but with a smile of victory, too. He took her thighs and spread them apart before rubbing his still-hard cock on her slit, making it slick. Yet, he didn't enter and instead looked at her with a piercing stare. His mother looked back at him, a seductive and helpless look in her gaze. His cock jutted forward as he took hold of her legs, flipping her onto her belly. She was impatient, he realized. She was trying to entice him into hurrying by getting on all fours and pushing back against him. His hands roamed over her ass, massaging, squeezing each cheek. Looking at her rosy asshole, cute and inviting, he said, "I don't like what you did just there, but I won't talk about it now. It's been a while since I entered your backside…"

And it looked as beautiful as day one. She hummed, filled with yearning. He briefly rimmed it with his tongue and, with a kiss, parted. Then, he inserted a finger into the hole and spread her own nectars into it, making it slimy. She wiggled her ass to make it easier and quicker.

And finally, her son's dick, already wet with her juices after being nestled between her thighs and slit, slid into her from behind. Xiao Li, more! n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Anghnnn~