After my father passed away, my wife and I returned to our hometown after a year. My mother, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, seemed much healthier than I expected, and her makeup and appearance were just as they used to be. When my wife left, it was just my mother and me. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I talked with her. As we conversed, I couldn't take my eyes off her glossy, moving lips, and I found myself becoming aroused. Despite my efforts to control my excitement, my mother, in her vulnerability, seemed to be inviting me, and I decided to have sex with her. Sneaking into her bedroom, I was greeted by the familiar scent of my mother. Quietly lifting the covers, I caressed and tasted her. When she woke up and resisted, I couldn't hold back any longer and inserted myself into her. It was warm inside, with a closeness that seemed to welcome me. Gradually, my mother began to moan softly, trying to suppress her sounds, and I ejaculated inside her.
