Hearing her words, I pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, "Mom, you still remember everything this clearly, ok? So thinking about your sincerity with me, I will let you off the hook easily this time, by a simple question: Tell me about your wedding night's experience!" Hearing my words, her eyes opened wide as she started to stare at me in pretty shock and disbelief, and her face was looking nothing less than crimson in such shyness. After a few moments, she came back to reality and asked me in the same disbelief manner, "Hey, I think I heard the wrong thing. There's no way you can ask something that embarrassing, right? There's no way you are asking your mom about her wedding night with your dad, and even in detail, there's no way that you can ask something like this, right?" Hearing her words, I smiled with a pretty perverted grin and nodded while kissing her ears. Seeing me nodding, her cave started to drip insanely, and she was looking like she was about to collapse. Seeing this, I quickly picked up a bottle of drink and mixed my few potions in it and made her drink it. The moment she drank it, her eyes opened wide, and the color started to return to her. Seeing her coming back to life, I took a breath of calm, as surely it was pretty scary to see Mom like this. As I didn't expect that a mere question could make her this vulnerable, well, surely after she calmed down, she looked at me in a pretty intoxicating way and spoke in an intoxicating manner: "Kid! You—you bastard, you brat, you dared to ask your own mom such a shameful question. Just what do you think I am?" Do you think I don't even remember my wedding night? Well, kid, suck my ass. I remember everything about my wedding night and about your dad. That's the only reason I never married someone other than him, but you, kid, you surely are his son and pretty much better than him. Don't misunderstand my words, kid. Not in bed, as bed is just a mere way to express our intimacy, nothing more, but you are way better at loving me emotionally, as he passed early on after our marriage, but still, he never talked to me like you, with this cheerfulness, this vulgarness, and such warm words and other aspects. But surely he was also a gem of a man, and you are his son, and you inherited his qualities and enhanced them. So kid, damn, I hate whenever you put me in such a tough spot; it is way too embarrassing to discuss such intimate moments with my own son. Kid, just where do you even find such taboo and embarrassing stuff, and how do you even prepare yourself for asking such questions from your own mom?" Hearing her words, I bring my lips closer to her neck and start kissing it and again start to rub my treasure around her cave while whispering, "Hey Mom, I don't remember telling you that rules are to lecture the person who asked the question. Don't worry about such things, as I know you only loved three men in your entire life: the first was your father, the second was my father, and the third was I. So you see, I don't need to get a character certificate for my own mom. If you were interested in some other men, then surely you wouldn't have left the company you used to work in. So you don't have to tell me how much you loved Dad, but remember there's no way I am going to let my mom, my woman, weep over the past and screw up her own life. I am just going to make sure to enjoy every moment with you! So stop getting emotional and just get wild and just enjoy the flow. As you know, there's no one else here, just you and me, so just enjoy these lovely moments with me!" Hearing my words and feeling my tease, she glanced at me with watery eyes, but wiping her eyes, she took a deep breath and giggled while speaking in shaky ice. "Kid, okay, I am not going to ruin the fun because of getting emotional. So jerk, listen closely, as I am never going to repeat it, so ahh, ohh, slow down; at least let me build up the courage!" hearing her words, I slowed my pace and started hearing her words "So listen, when I and your father married, we were around 26 or maybe 24. So you know how youthful days are, and our marriage was arranged, so we were pretty new to each other, and we didn't have the culture to, like, meet up before the marriage. So we both only talked on the wedding night, as he was pretty shy at first, and then he started to talk in a pretty lovely manner, so I was pretty much impressed by his nature and way of thinking, so we talked for a few hours like this." As she noticed that my face was somewhat looking like a disappointed child, she sighed and spoke. "Jerk, you are just interested in sex, right? Fuck you. Ok, so after talking, it was around midnight when we started to get close to each other. As we first stripped each other's clothes and saw each other's bodies. Surely it was the first time for me to see a man's body without clothes, so I was feeling way too aroused just by looking at him, and he was no different, as he was just staring at my body, and he was looking more like a pervert than a sensible man from a few moments back. Seeing it, I felt insanely shy and covered my face, but surely that jerk was also the same as you; he didn't even pay attention to my face and was staring at my body while drooling. Seeing him, like this, I smiled and giggled a little and felt a proud feeling around my body. So then we had sex fine!" Hearing her words, I pinched her nipples and spoke, "What sex? Don't you dare back down now; I want details, and I am not going to stop unless I get them!"
