Mom's Reward (Repost)

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Looking back on my three years of high school, there were many hardships, but also many joys, all of which came from my mother because she loves me so much.

My mother gave birth to me at 25, and now she's almost 50. Time has left its mark, but she's better preserved than most women in their 40s. She's slightly overweight, her breasts are a little saggy, and her lower abdomen protrudes a bit, but her skin is great, and she has few wrinkles.

At least in my eyes, she's the most beautiful mother in the world.

Our family has a very good relationship; my parents are very harmonious, but I always feel that my mother is especially good to me, probably because I'm her own flesh and blood, so naturally, I feel closer to her.

Since I started high school, the schoolwork has been very demanding, and the pressure has been immense. I often go to bed very late, and my mother always makes me drink a glass of warm milk before bed, saying it helps me sleep.

But I have a better method: masturbating before bed. Every time I ejaculate, I feel very tired, so I can fall asleep quickly and sleep very soundly. As for the objects of my imagination while masturbating, they are mostly celebrities, such as Kelly Chen, Twins, or others. One night, I dreamt of having sex with my mother and even had a nocturnal emission. From then on, my mother became the object of my masturbation; no so-called celebrities could compare to my dearest mother. My

first year of high school passed quickly in these fantasies about her. In my second year, I was placed in the humanities class. The girls in my class were always chattering, which gave me a deeper appreciation for my mother's mature beauty. My masturbation became even more frequent.

Because my mind was constantly preoccupied with my mother's body, my grades plummeted. The teacher invited my father to the school, hoping the parents would cooperate to find the reason for my declining grades, since I had a good chance of getting into a top university.

After my father came back, he discussed it with my mother and didn't say much to me, only telling me to focus on my studies. I think they had no idea what I was doing, but I deeply felt their concern and love. Especially my mother; I saw nothing but love in her eyes.

From then on, I tried hard to study, but I couldn't break the habit of masturbating at night because I loved my mother too much.

One evening during the second semester of my junior year of high school, my dad was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room. My mom was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't resist taking out my mom's picture and masturbating. I had taken the picture of her at home not long ago. My mom was smiling in the picture, and I was looking at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moving rapidly inside my pants.

Just then, my mom pushed the door open and came in. My desk was facing away from the door, so I didn't notice and continued. But when I heard that familiar voice say in surprise, "What are you doing?", I had already ejaculated, panting. I turned around and saw my mom's surprised and slightly angry look. I was so scared and didn't know what to say.

Of course, my mom knew what I was doing, but when she saw her picture on the table, her face turned red, all the way to her ears. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she said, "Go and clean yourself up." I practically ran to the bathroom, took out my penis, wiped it clean, but I didn't bring my underwear with me, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear as well.

When I got back to my room, Mom was sitting on my bed. Seeing me come in, she beckoned me to sit next to her and gently asked, "Do you often do this?" I replied, "Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?" Mom smiled and said, "How could I be? Mom knows you're growing up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent; it'll hurt your health." Seeing that Mom wasn't angry, my heart immediately relaxed. Mom asked again, "Why are you taking Mom's picture?" I answered shyly, "I love Mom so much, so I think about you every time." "Silly child, what are you thinking? I'm your mother. Besides, doing this all the time will affect your studies. Don't do it again, understand?" "Oh, I know." Then, Mom said those words that I still remember vividly: "My good child, you must study hard. Mom is counting on you. As long as you study hard, if you have any difficulties… Mom will help you solve them." Looking into Mom's eyes, I immediately understood what she meant.

I said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll listen to you. Just wait for my good news." From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating. I just took out my mom's photo every night to look at it. Hard work pays off. At the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade. Even my teacher was surprised by my progress. My whole family was even happier. My dad specially allowed me to drink, but he got drunk before I did.

(II)

My mom and I helped my dad to the bedroom to lie down. He kept saying, "Good...good son, well done!" My mom and I went back to the dinner table. I asked, "Mom, is Dad alright?" "Him? He always thinks he's still young. In the end, he can't even outdrink his son." Actually, I was a little tipsy at that time. Without thinking, I asked, "Mom, I did well on the test this time. What kind of prize do you want?" My mom understood what I meant. She glared at me and said, "Go to your room." I suppressed my wildly beating heart and went back to my room. My mom followed me in and locked the door.

She came to my side, had me lie down, and then gently pulled down my pants. My penis, already "offering its spear," was now freed from the constraints of my pants, standing tall and straight. My mother looked at me for a while and said, "My son has really grown up. Close your eyes." I immediately obediently closed my eyes, feeling my mother's hand touching my penis—it felt so soft and comfortable.

Then my mother began to slowly masturbate me. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it felt much better than when I did it myself. I started to moan, secretly opening my eyes to look at my mother. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at me lovingly. The thought that my mother was masturbating me filled me with immense excitement.

I ejaculated shortly after, and because I wasn't prepared, I sprayed everywhere. I looked at my mother a little embarrassed, and she scolded me, "You're still just a child." Then she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat, helped me put on my pants, and asked, "Was that good?" "It felt so good, Mom! Will you still help me in the future?" "As long as you study hard and make your mother proud, how could your good son not want to feel good?" She quickly kissed me on the cheek and left. I lay there, feeling completely relaxed, too comfortable to move, and fell asleep.

The next morning, my father said while eating breakfast, "You did well on your exams this time. Since it's summer vacation anyway, let your mother take a few days off to take you on a trip. Next semester you'll be a senior in high school, and you won't have time to rest." I glanced at my mother happily. She was looking at me too, and she blushed and immediately turned away. I think she must have been thinking about what happened last night, and we were going on a trip together for several days!

We went to Qingdao, but we didn't join a tour group; it was more flexible to plan our own trip. After getting off the plane, we checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, near the sea, in a beautiful setting. Since it was just the two of us, we only booked one standard room. We could see the sea from the window. It was my first time at the beach, and I was so excited that I didn't notice my mother's somewhat downcast expression.

But at dinner, I noticed and asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, maybe I'm just tired from the flight," my mother said. Although she said that, I knew it wasn't because of that. I realized my selfish behavior; how could I only think of my own happiness and forget about my mother?

I decided to correct my mistake through my actions. I chatted with my mother, cracking jokes and constantly putting her favorite dishes on her plate. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally very happy. After dinner, back in the room, my mother said she wanted to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. After she finished showering, she came out and saw that the two single beds that were originally separate in the room had been moved together by me, making it look like a double bed.

She asked me in surprise why, and I replied, "I haven't slept with Mom for so many years, I want to sleep with Mom tonight." Mom laughed and said, "You're still so young! You're so big and you still want to sleep with Mom? Aren't you ashamed?" "Not ashamed at all! I'll always be Mom's little child, and little children are supposed to sleep with their mothers." "Okay then, but don't move around too much, and don't have any bad thoughts." "Yes, I promise!" After saying that, I ran to take a shower and crawled into bed wearing only my underwear. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had air conditioning on, so I needed a thin blanket. As soon as I lay down, I smelled the fragrance on Mom's body. It wasn't the smell of soap, but a special scent that I couldn't describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to Mom.

Mom was wearing a one-piece bathrobe, which felt like silk against her skin, but I wanted to be even closer to her skin, because that would feel even more comfortable. I whispered, "Mom, can I hug you?" Mom was lying with her back to me. After a few seconds, she said okay. I tentatively placed my left hand on her waist. It was so soft there. Although it didn't have the curves of a young girl's, the fullness felt wonderful. After a while

, seeing that Mom didn't object, I moved my hand towards her lower abdomen. There was even more flesh there, and I could feel a warmth even through her robe. As I was touching her, Mom pressed my hand down, saying, "Just leave your hand there, don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis pressing against her buttocks. Mom's buttocks were so full. I shifted my body so that my penis was pressed against her buttocks cleft, because that was where I felt most comfortable.

I felt my mother's body trembling. I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" "A little. Just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" My right hand was uncomfortable under her body, so I simply reached under her neck and hugged her. My mother seemed to groan a little, but didn't say anything.

I hugged my mother very tightly, my penis pressed against her, enjoying it. My mother gradually stopped trembling, and her body slowly softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly. Perhaps because she was too tired from the flight, we fell asleep like that, hugging each other.

(III)

The next morning, I woke up very early because I needed to pee. When I opened my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my mother curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right hand around my waist. This excited me greatly.

Looking at my mother sleeping soundly, with her mature charm, my heart was deeply shaken, and my penis swelled up like iron.

I was afraid of waking my mother, but I was really impulsive, so I gently moved my body and brought my mouth to my mother's lips. When I was only about two centimeters away from my target, Mom suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds. Mom laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to ambush Mom?" I smiled sheepishly, but I wasn't giving up. I pleaded, "Mom, just let me kiss you, just once." Mom looked at me intently for a moment, then closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit consent, so I imitated the way I'd seen kissing on TV, slowly bringing my lips closer and gently kissing Mom's full lips.

I just kept kissing Mom's lips like that. I didn't know what a real kiss was like; I was just imitating, so apart from the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't find anything special. Just then, Mom's lips slightly opened, and I mischievously stuck my tongue deep inside, wanting to startle her.

Little did I know what it would be like once it was inside. My mother's mouth was wet and slippery. When my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock came from the tip. Naturally, I wasn't going to let such pleasure pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. At first, my mother tried to dodge, but there was nowhere to hide. She was tightly wrapped and sucked by my tongue.

After a long, long time, my mother pushed me away, panting heavily, and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" I had tasted the sweetness and begged, "Mom, again! It's my first kiss, you have to let me enjoy it." My mother murmured, "First time, first kiss, first time." I kissed her again. This time I improved. I sucked my mother's fragrant tongue into my mouth and slowly savored it. My mother was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss.

After kissing for who knows how long, my tongue became a little numb, so I withdrew. My mother must have been exhausted long ago, as she was breathing softly beside me. A little while later, Mom sat up and said to me, "You little rascal, you've exhausted me. Even your dad doesn't kiss me for this long." I laughed and said, "Dad can kiss me every day, but I only get this chance now." Mom smiled and got up to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still lying in bed and said, "Get up, my lazy son." "No, I want Mom to pull me up," I said coquettishly.

Mom reluctantly bent down to pull me up, and just then, I saw Mom's breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. I was stunned. They were so big and white, and it seemed like she wasn't wearing a bra... Seeing my strange expression, Mom hesitated for a moment, then immediately realized why and turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I muttered to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely." I sat up, put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and said, "Mom, I want... I want to see." "No, we're mother and son, this won't do." "Then why did you help me that time?" "That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already gone astray, we can't continue down that path." "Mom's breasts are for me to breastfeed, aren't they? I even suckled on them when I was little. Besides, look at me..." I turned my mother around so she could see my erect penis.

My mother stared at my lower body, silent for a long time. I stared at her, pleading, "Mom, please, please." I saw my mother biting her lip, nodding slightly as if shaking her head. I couldn't bear this situation any longer. I don't know where I got the courage, but I reached out and touched the shoulder strap of my mother's pajamas. Just as I pulled the right shoulder strap down to her upper arm, my mother grabbed my hand and said, "Idiot, this won't do." Then she got up and went to the bathroom. I was utterly disappointed and collapsed onto the bed. But Mom quickly came out, her pajamas already off, which she held to her chest. I was incredibly excited and moved. So that's what Mom meant when she said it wouldn't work that way; I was so stupid.

Mom came over and sat on the edge of the bed, not saying a word, just looking at me. I was incredibly nervous, my hands trembling as I reached out. As I touched the pajamas, I also touched Mom's chest. At that moment, I saw Mom's eyes close. Her hand tightened only for a second, and the pajamas were pulled down.

At that moment, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life: a pair of full breasts, round and firm, slightly sagging but still standing tall. The brown areolas accentuated the round, lustrous nipples. Although I had never seen other women's breasts, I was certain these were the most beautiful in the world. Mom's hands seemed to have nowhere to go; she tried to cover her chest, but she couldn't hide this beautiful sight. Her shy expression was absolutely captivating.

It took me a long time to finally look away from those bulges. My mother was wearing white underwear, probably cotton, a very ordinary style, similar to my boxer shorts. The rest of her body was completely naked, her snow-white skin dazzlingly white. Because we were so close, I could almost see the pores on her skin. I looked at every part of my mother's body—breasts, shoulders, abdomen, thighs—it was overwhelming. I felt she had the most beautiful body in the world; I couldn't find any other words to describe it.

My mother, seeing my stunned expression, said coquettishly (which sounded absolutely coquettish to me), "Haven't you seen enough?" "Not enough, not enough, I can never get enough of someone this beautiful." "You're such a chatterbox." I looked up at my mother; she seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes darting away, looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect penis and asked with concern, "Is it very uncomfortable?" I seemed to cry out from the bottom of my heart, "Yes!" My mother said lovingly, "Poor thing." I hurriedly said, "Mom, can you do it like last time?" My mother looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you would take advantage of me. Let me go put on my clothes." How could I let her go? I grabbed her hand and pressed it onto my penis.

She tried to struggle, but I persisted, and she gave up after a while. She carefully pulled down my underwear, placing her hand on my burning hot penis. She seemed surprised by its heat, pulling her hand back slightly, but immediately grasping it again. The gentle stroking sent me soaring through the air. I couldn't resist pulling my mother closer, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, and kissing her. My mother had just said, "Don't touch me like that," when my beautiful red lips were sealed by hers.

Because I was lying down, and my mother's left hand was masturbating me, she was practically on top of me as we kissed. I pulled her close, and finally, her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I almost suffocated; a softness I had never felt before spread rapidly throughout my body. I simply pulled my mother down onto me, making full contact between her breasts.

I was sucking on my mother's fragrant tongue, her full breasts pressed against my skin, the sensation so vivid I could feel her nipples pressing against me, and her small hand stroking my lower body. This triple stimulation was driving me wild.

Soon, I reached my climax. Perhaps knowing from my previous experience, my mother struggled to free herself from my mouth, grabbing a piece of cloth and placing it on my penis, her hand continuing to stroke me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of fluid gushed out.

When I recovered from the intense stimulation of ejaculation, I saw my mother looking at me with those loving eyes again, but it seemed different than before. The love had changed, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Looking closer, I realized that the cloth-like thing was actually my mother's pajamas. It was covered in thick semen, emitting a strong odor, and there was also a considerable amount on my mother's hands.

Seeing that I was awake, Mom laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, making my pajamas all messed up..." I said apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry, let me wash them for you." "Who said you had to wash them?" Looking at the way Mom spoke, I felt that it was the same way she often spoke to Dad, with a kind of flirtatious air. Could it be...

(IV)

Mom went into the bathroom and put on some clothes, not the pajamas, but something else. When she came out and saw me still lying naked on the bed, she quickly avoided looking at me and said, "Little darling, aren't you going to put on some clothes?" Seeing her shyness, I didn't want to make things difficult for her, so I quickly put on my clothes and asked, "Mom, where are we going to play today?" Mom thought for a moment and said, "Let's go shopping in the morning and go swimming at the beach in the afternoon, okay?" "Hooray!" Mom and I went to the Qingdao People's Department Store. Because Mom didn't bring a swimsuit, she wanted to buy one.

I said I wanted to buy a bikini, but Mom disagreed, saying that at her age, why would she wear a bikini? It would be too embarrassing. I said that with such a great figure, it would be a shame if Mom didn't wear a bikini.

As I said this, Mom looked at me shyly, while I smiled smugly. When we got to the counter, the saleswoman, seeing the mother and son buying bikinis, said, "Ma'am, you're so lucky to have such a filial son." Mom was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.

After buying the swimsuit, Mom seemed to lose interest in shopping. Eager to see her in a bikini, I dragged her to grab a quick bite and then to the beach not far from our hotel. It wasn't crowded, and the seawater was relatively clean.

When I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the sand, under the bright sunshine, I saw a beautiful woman standing on the beach in a bikini. Her long hair was styled in a bun, which accentuated the length and graceful lines of her neck. Her

full and curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the bikini. That was my mother.

Seeing me staring at her blankly again, Mom knew I was up to something again, so she sat down to stop me from looking so openly. I sat down next to her and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful." Mom didn't speak, gazing thoughtfully at the undulating sea. I didn't know what she was thinking; maybe she was thinking about Dad, maybe…maybe she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of this morning, just like me.

I took Mom's hand and we walked towards the beach. Mom didn't say anything either, letting me hold her hand as we walked towards the bathing area.

We swam slowly. Mom had taught me to swim, but she seemed a little distracted. A wave hit, and Mom choked on water, her swimming movements becoming erratic. I quickly grabbed her. At 17, I was tall and strong. I put my arm around Mom's waist, trying to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," as we pulled her back to shore. I helped Mom sit down, and she leaned on my shoulder as if exhausted, coughing up the seawater she had swallowed. I looked at her face, red from choking on water, and felt a pang of heartache. I pulled my mother into my arms, letting her head rest on my chest, and comforted her by stroking her shoulder.

After a while, my mother recovered, suddenly realizing she was leaning on my chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, and looked at me. Now I knew her blushing wasn't from choking on water, but from leaning on her son's chest. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. I said, "Mom, let's go back. The sun is strong today; we don't want you to get a tan." My mother smiled and agreed.

Because we changed our plans, we didn't get back to the hotel until after 2 PM, still early for dinner, and not enough time to go out again. So we rested in the room. After showering and changing, my mother and I sat in the room, unsure what to say. To break the awkward silence, my mother suggested watching TV.

We turned it on, and the hotel's closed-circuit television was showing an American blockbuster. A couple was having sex; the footage wasn't explicit, and it was beautifully shot, but everyone knew it was sex. Mom was embarrassed to watch, but I had the remote in my hand, and I watched intently, finding it all so beautiful.

Finally, the lovemaking on TV ended, and the protagonists started a gunfight and chase. I lost interest and turned to look at Mom. She had just showered, her hair still wet and draped over her shoulders, and her rosy lips reminded me of our passionate encounter that morning. I jumped over and sat beside her, kissing her.

Mom didn't flinch, letting me kiss her lips. But I kissed her too hard, so much so that Mom lost her balance and I pushed her onto the bed. This was, of course, unexpected, but I reacted quickly, pressing my entire upper body against Mom's.

Even through her clothes, I could still feel the protrusion of Mom's breasts, which felt different from that morning.

I began exploring Mom's mouth, and after several tries, I finally caught her tongue, and we began to intertwine and suckle. At first, Mom passively let me suckle, but slowly, she began to respond, her tongue skillfully touching my tongue and lips. This skillful kiss was naturally better than my recklessness, and for a moment we were both intoxicated.

We kissed for who knows how long, until I felt Mom's body getting warm, and then I remembered there were so many parts of her body waiting for me to explore. So I started kissing Mom's face, then her neck, and Mom's breathing gradually became more heavy.

Because I had soiled her one-piece nightgown, Mom was wearing another set. When I impatiently lifted Mom's top, I noticed she was wearing a black bra. The contrast between her snow-white skin and the black bra was indeed strikingly alluring.

I reached out to lift the bra, but it was firmly stuck; there were no clasps, leaving me unsure what to do.

Mom knew I was helpless, so she pushed me away, took off her top, reached behind her back and moved around a few times, and the bra suddenly drooped down. I then realized that the clasps were in the back. I quickly took off my mother's bra and then pressed her down on the bed.

I held her heaving breasts as if they were precious treasures, gently squeezing them. Seeing that my mother didn't react negatively, I started playing with them. My full breasts were too big for one hand to hold, so I simply used both hands to knead one of my mother's breasts at the same time.

Watching her breasts change shape in my hands was so stimulating. I looked at her reddish-brown nipples and couldn't help but kiss them. But when I suckled on my mother's nipple, she trembled. I began to suckle passionately, as if I were nursing. My mother stroked my head with her hand, and it felt like we were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that there was no milk in my mother's breasts, and the son suckling on her breast was now an adult with a hard penis.

(V)

Under my rubbing and suckling, my mother's chest heaved more violently, and she made some humming sounds in her throat. When I released her breasts and kissed downwards, my mother held my head in place with her hand and said in a voice that sounded exhausted, "Good son, no, no further. We'll make a mistake." At that time, I didn't know what sex was like. I only saw on TV that a couple was naked, the man was on top of the woman, and his buttocks were moving constantly. I felt a surge of heat in my penis, and I wanted to hold my mother's soft body tightly. I knew I wanted to make love to her, but I didn't know exactly how. So when my mother said that, I froze.

Then my mother said, "Do you want to do what they do on TV?" I nodded vigorously. At this moment, my mother sat up, took her pajamas and covered her chest, and slowly said, "Child, we are mother and son, we can't do that." "But, but Mom, you helped me masturbate and let me kiss your breasts, isn't that making love?" My mother blushed again when she heard me say "masturbate," but she continued, "Yes, Mom shouldn't have done that. Last time I promised to reward you, and I was afraid you would hurt yourself, so... But today I don't know what happened to me... Anyway, we've already made a mistake, we can't continue making mistakes, otherwise it's... incest." I knew what incest meant, but hearing it from my mother was still very exciting, and I had never felt that there was anything wrong with incest. So without thinking, I said, "Mom, I love you so much, I like you so much, I want to be with you." Mom said a little angrily, "No, if you keep doing this, Mom won't talk to you anymore." I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, and all my enthusiasm vanished instantly. I slumped onto the bed, silent and listless. Mom got dressed and, seeing how disappointed I was, felt a pang of pity. She put my head in her arms and said, "My dear child, Mom loves you too. It's my fault for making you so excited, and...sigh, we really can't do anything to betray your father." Hearing Mom say this, I was overcome with grief and burst into tears, sobbing, "Mom, do you know how much I love you? I really need you." Mom was flustered by my crying and just kept stroking my head, unable to say anything.

After crying for a while, I felt ashamed of myself. I looked up and saw that my mother's eyes were also full of tears. I wiped away her tears and asked, "Mom, do you love me?" "Yes, of course I love you. What mother doesn't love her son?" "Then do you love me more or Dad more?" My mother thought for a moment and said, "Of course I love you more. You're a piece of my flesh." "Then you love me, and I love you too. Why can't we be together?" "Good child, my love for you is different from my love for your father. You'll understand when you grow up." After saying this, my mother got up and sat on the bed. I knew there was no point in saying anything more, so I gave up.

In the following days, although my mother and I explored all of Qingdao, there was a knot in our hearts, and we weren't very happy. About a week later, we went home.

The summer vacation of my second year of high school passed quickly. My relationship with my mother seemed to have returned to what it was before, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wonder if my mother felt the same way.

School started, and the workload was overwhelming. I studied mechanically, doing homework and reviewing every day. I became increasingly quiet and withdrawn at home. My dad thought I was becoming more sensible, but my mom could tell I was somewhat distracted.

Soon, National Day arrived, and the school, being lenient, gave us senior high school students a day off. I remember it was October 1st. My dad had an event at work, so it was just my mom and me at home. I locked myself in my room. I never used to lock my door, but things changed after returning from Qingdao.

After lunch, I went back to my room, unable to concentrate on studying, just lying on my bed randomly flipping through books.

Just then, my mom knocked on the door and said, "It's Mom, open the door." I opened the door and went back to bed.

My mother came over and said to me, "Child, what do you want to say to your mother?" I said defiantly, "I already said what I needed to say in Qingdao." "Don't you think this is cruel to your mother? Do you think it makes your mother feel better? How do you think your current state makes your mother feel?" The three questions in a row stunned me and made my mother cry. Seeing my mother's tears, I panicked. I

quickly pulled my mother to sit down on the bed, wiped her tears, and said, "Mom, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now, my mind is so chaotic." My mother looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, looking deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all my fault, I set a bad precedent for you." I hurriedly said, "No, it's my fault, I've been overthinking all the time, and I've made you worry about me." Hearing this, my mother was moved and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back tightly, and the misunderstanding between mother and son vanished.

As I savored the scent of my mother's hair, she said in a soft voice, "If you still want it, Mom can let you... but I have two conditions." I was surprised, but I pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Mom." "First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, Mom and I can't really make love. Mom can let you kiss me and help you with my hands, but we can't have anything else, okay?" I looked at my mother's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears again, and said, "No, Mom, I don't want to put you in a difficult position." "Silly child, how could Mom put you in a difficult position? Don't worry, Mom has made up her mind, just don't let your father know." At this moment, what could I say? I closed my eyes and kissed my mother.

Perhaps because of what she had just said, or perhaps because it had been more than two months since I had kissed my mother, this time it was especially intoxicating, and my mother was even more cooperative than when we were in Qingdao. Of course, my lower body began to get incredibly hard again.

My mother felt it too; she pushed me away, unbuttoned her shirt, and even helped me take off my pants. Just like last time, I rubbed my mother's breasts until she helped me masturbate until I ejaculated. This time I ejaculated a lot, and it felt very good. My mother carefully cleaned me up before getting dressed.

From then on, to avoid disappointing my mother, I focused on my studies again, and my mother would help me masturbate about once a week, sometimes twice, depending on whether there was an opportunity, because we had to hide from my father. Sometimes, if there wasn't enough time, my mother wouldn't take off her clothes, but would let me touch her through her clothes or through them. As the weather got colder, we mostly did it through our clothes.

We developed a tacit understanding. When I really wanted it, I would whisper to her, "Mom, I miss you," while serving her food before dinner. And when my father said he had to go out that night, we would quickly exchange glances, and after he left, my mother would come to my room. All the intimate acts took place in my room. I had asked to do it in the living room or my mother's room, but I was never allowed to.

(VI)

New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye. In a relatively formal mock exam, I did well again. Plus, it was my mother's 43rd birthday at the end of January, so the whole family was very happy. Unfortunately, my father had to go to Shanghai on a business trip and wouldn't be back until before the Spring Festival, so he wouldn't be home for my mother's birthday. Before leaving, my father told me to give my mother a good birthday celebration. I thought to myself: I'll shoot a

lot of flowers in my mother's hands; I wonder if that counts as a birthday present. Even so, I still prepared a gift for my mother—a cashmere scarf, quite expensive, which I bought with my saved allowance. On my mother's birthday night, we cooked several dishes and opened a bottle of red wine. When I took out the gift, my mother was overjoyed. I wrapped the red scarf around her neck, and under the influence of the wine and the scarf's glow, my mother looked absolutely beautiful.

Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished, and Mom was a little weak. I helped her sit down on the bed while I cleaned up the leftovers. When I came back, Mom was slumped on the bed, I wasn't sure if she was asleep. I had to carry her to her bed.

Looking at Mom's slumbering, dreamlike appearance, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust and started to undress her. Mom's body was limp, and it took me a lot of effort to remove her top. I played with her breasts for a while, but my attention quickly shifted to Mom's lower body. Although I had been intimate with Mom so many times, I had only ever seen her wearing underwear. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I carefully took off Mom's outer pants and long underwear, leaving only her underwear. Mom's full thighs were in front of me, and I stroked them up and down before finally deciding to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of Mom's body was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally completely revealed to me.

Her upper body was covered in her full breasts, which I knew all too well and could never get enough of. Her lower body, in that mysterious area, had sparse pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from the hair on my body. I parted my mother's thighs, and between her legs, I saw a brown slit. I knew that was a woman's vulva; that's where I came into this world.

I studied my mother's genitals, comparing them to the descriptions in books I remembered, and found the labia majora and minora, the clitoris. I even took a deep breath of the scent of my mother's vulva. So fragrant!

During this process, my mother only groaned a few times; I knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged into my mind. My mother didn't want me to have sex with her, so why not take this opportunity… Without further ado, I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both of us under the covers. I rushed to press my body against hers. At that moment, I knew what love truly meant. I lay on top of my mother, kissing and caressing her for a while, until my penis was so engorged I couldn't stand it anymore, and then I began my assault.

That movement made me realize something was amiss. My mother was drowsy and motionless, and I couldn't find the right spot. I tried several times without success, and I was sweating profusely with frustration.

Then, my mother's hand moved, seemingly guiding my penis. I immediately found the right position, and with a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tightly enveloping me; not as tight as during masturbation, but the feeling was even more intoxicating. I began to move involuntarily, my movements becoming more practiced as I discovered the most comfortable way to move.

Then I glanced at my mother and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she were enduring something.

I realized then that my mother was awake, and that her earlier movement had been intentional. Excitedly, I kissed her. But when I touched her lips, her furrowed brow relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So, my mother had been holding back her moans all along.

With each vigorous thrust, my mother's breathing and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Fortunately, after so many masturbations, I had experience controlling my ejaculation, and I managed to suppress the urge each time.

I don't know how many times I thrust, but my mother's vagina was soaking wet.

Suddenly, she hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently several times. It was as if she had exhausted all her strength, and she went limp again. I didn't know what was happening, and I continued thrusting deeply.

Finally, I could no longer hold back the urge to explode, and a stream of semen shot deep into my mother's vagina like a bullet.

Exhausted, I lay on top of my mother, panting, while she lay limply as well. After a long, long time, I noticed my mother had opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complex in her eyes that made me uneasy.

I asked softly, "Mom, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "Angry that I took advantage of you while you were drunk, and..." Mom smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get Mom, but if I were really drunk, could you even get in?" I knew Mom was referring to her helping me penetrate, and I said shyly, "That was my first time." Mom looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to Mom." "I'm so happy I gave it to Mom." "Mom's happy too." At that moment, Mom and I both felt that the area where we were joined was very wet and cold. When we separated, we saw that our lower bodies were almost completely soaked. There was a large wet patch on the sheets, and our bodily fluids were mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. My previously erect penis was now limp and hanging between my legs.

I saw Mom looking at my penis, as if she was mocking me, so I quickly changed the subject and said, "Why don't we go take a shower?" Mom didn't say much and just told me to go first.

(VII)

I went to the bathroom and started washing. After a while, my mother came in. She was also naked and stood under the showerhead, washing with me. As my mother washed her hair, I saw the white foam sliding down her head, from her breasts to her genitals. This strange stimulation made me hard again. I slowly moved closer to my mother. She noticed me, rinsed the foam off her hair, and opened her eyes to look at me. I was once again captivated by her loving gaze.

I cautiously asked, "Mom, didn't you used to forbid me from…?" My mother smiled and said, "This was unexpected. I was indeed a little drowsy just now. You carried me to the bed, and when I came to my senses, you were thrusting around wildly. You made me feel itchy too, and I really couldn't bear to disappoint you, so…" I excitedly hugged my mother and began to kiss her passionately. After a few moments, we were both extremely excited. We dried ourselves off and somehow ended up back on the bed. This time, although it wasn't exactly smooth sailing, it was much better than before. I penetrated her for a full half hour, during which time my mother trembled twice.

Finally, I ejaculated deep into her womb. The continuous thrusting left both my mother and me exhausted. That night, I slept soundly in my mother's arms.

The next morning, when I woke up, my mother was already up, sitting at her dressing table combing her hair. She was wearing the same nightgown I had used in Qingdao, which was now covered in my semen. I became excited again, jumped up, and tried to kiss her, but she stopped me, saying, "Child, don't do this. Although we... we can't continue like this without restraint. After all, I'm your mother, and I know you're young, and once you experience this, it's easy to become unrestrained. If your father finds out, it'll be all over. So, I have a few conditions to discuss with you." I knew my mother was right, so I let her continue. "We'll still do what we always have. As long as you study hard, Mom will give you what you want. But you can't be too explicit, okay?" Hearing that I could still have sex with Mom, I obediently said, "Mom, whatever you say." Mom smiled and said, "Good girl, go wash your face and brush your teeth." But I was still hard, so I held onto Mom and said, "Mom, I want it, Dad's not here anyway." Mom flicked my forehead and said, "I knew you'd say that." Before she finished speaking, I had already picked her up and put her on the bed.

My hands roamed over Mom's body, arousing her desire as well. Her two round, large breasts began to swell and harden under my touch, and her legs began to loosen. I helped Mom take off her pajamas, and while the iron was hot, I spread her thighs apart and intentionally probed her vagina with my hand, gently thrusting in and out.

Gradually, Mom became very wet down there. She grasped my thick penis and tried to insert it into her vagina. I pressed Mom down beneath me, and my penis began to thrust rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, left and right. The extreme pleasure made Mom extremely happy, and she began to moan loudly.

Mom had completely forgotten about moral order; she eagerly enjoyed this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts. I kissed Mom, savoring her fragrance, and in the midst of the vigorous movements, I ejaculated once again. Mom, immersed in boundless joy, leaned against my chest, her body limp.

For the next few days, I slept in my mother's bed. She cooked delicious meals every day and came home early from work to be with me. I can't remember how many times we did it, but my technique improved significantly, and I finally understood that my mother's unusual trembling was a sign of orgasm. I discovered that my mother had orgasms every time, sometimes even twice, and the bond between mother and son reached a new level.

A few days later, my father came home, and my "honeymoon" with my mother ended. I became a good boy again, focusing on my studies every day, but every night when my mother brought me milk, she would kiss me for a while and let me touch her body. Although it was just a brief, superficial pleasure, it motivated me to study.

Since having real sex with my mother, I started paying attention to my parents' sex life. They did it about once a week, often on weekends. My mother didn't moan much during sex; at least I couldn't hear a sound from outside the door. I only knew that shortly after they went to bed, my mother would go to the bathroom to wash for a while, so they must have already done it.

This puzzled me. My mother would moan when she was with me, sometimes quite loudly. Did she and my father have a bad sex life?

It was Chinese New Year, and with so many relatives and guests visiting, my mom and I couldn't find a chance to be intimate, which made me feel really stifled. Finally, on the night of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, after I went to bed, I heard my mom go to the bathroom. Knowing she must have just finished with my dad, I quietly got up and went into the bathroom.

My mom was wearing pajamas, and she was wiping herself down with a towel. When she saw me come in, she smiled shyly and continued washing. I went over, took the towel, and helped her wipe herself. My mom didn't say anything, but I gradually realized that my goal wasn't to wipe her, but to make her even wetter. Her legs started to tremble a little, and I finally couldn't resist hugging her.

My mom said, "If you want to, hurry up." I immediately carried my mom to the sink, took off my pants, and thrust into her. Because she was already very wet, I entered her easily. I thrust hard, and my mom held me, trying her best not to make a sound.

But even though I thrust quickly and deeply, she couldn't help but moan. Soon, she reached her climax, and I also ejaculated due to the novel position and forbidden pleasure. My mother and I quickly tidied up and went back to our rooms. My heart was hanging in suspense until the next morning when I saw that nothing was wrong.

Later, I asked my mother again why she moaned when she was with me but not when she was with my father. She said shyly, "You are so young, thick and hard, I moan because I feel good." Seeing her shy look, I realized that I had surpassed my father in sexual matters. For my mother's sexual happiness, I secretly vowed to study hard and make love with my mother well.

(VIII)

Soon, the second semester of my senior year of high school began. Because I had a real physical relationship with my mother, my sexual desire was released, and I felt that it would be too unfair to my mother if I didn't study hard, so I studied very diligently. Of course, when I returned home, my mother would reward me.

We seized every opportunity to make love, though each time was very short and rushed—almost like we'd just take off our clothes and start, then immediately put them back on—but I still felt very comfortable, especially my mother. She became increasingly uninhibited, moaning loudly whenever we made love, and almost always reaching orgasm.

Humans are inherently insatiable creatures; desire seems like a bottomless pit. I gradually became dissatisfied with just making love with my mother; I wanted to sleep with her, to be together all night. But I never had the chance. Things changed during the college entrance exams.

July was scorching hot. Since my home was far from the exam venue, my family decided to book a room in a hotel near the venue so I could rest properly during the exams. We booked a standard room, and my father decided that my mother would stay with me at the hotel every night to take care of me. Of course, he didn't know about my relationship with my mother, nor did he know what my "needs" were that my mother cared about most.

On July 6th, our family had dinner together. Dad took Mom and me to the hotel, telling me to rest well and focus on my exams, and to ask Mom to take good care of me before he left.

I didn't feel much pressure about the college entrance exam because I knew I'd get into a top university, and I'd taken so many exams that I was practically numb to it. But I couldn't miss the chance to be alone with Mom. As soon as Grandpa left, I hugged Mom, and her face turned red again.

Even though we'd done it so many times, maybe it's because we're still mother and son; she always blushed when I hugged and kissed her. Mom whispered, "You have your exams tomorrow, you need to rest well today." I kissed her and said, "Being with Mom is the best rest." I quickly took off my clothes, undressing Mom like a lamb. Since we had plenty of time, I decided to flirt with Mom. I put her on the bed, and after some kisses and caresses, my mouth went to her genitals. Mom knew what I was going to do and hurriedly said, "No, you can't kiss there." But I had already started. I gently sucked on my mother's labia, occasionally nibbling at her bright red clitoris.

With my sucking and licking, my mother gradually became aroused.

Her thighs slowly clamped around my head, her skin undulating gently with my movements, and she murmured, "Mom can't take it anymore, good boy, Mom can't take it..." Since it was my first time giving my mother oral sex, this unusual stimulation quickly brought her to orgasm. A torrent of fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, which I swallowed

, leaving her genitals soaking wet. After a long, breathless pause, my mother said softly, "You're killing me, come on... I'll let you have your fill tonight." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her. I couldn't resist any longer and thrust my erect penis into her vagina. My mother cooperated by opening her legs, revealing her vulva, making penetration easier.

I was already experienced with this familiar situation. Holding my penis, I aimed the head of my penis at her vagina and gently inserted it. Although Mom was already soaking wet, she still let out a soft moan as my large penis entered her. The warm, comfortable sensation of Mom's tight vagina gripping my penis excited me so much that I thrust my entire penis into her warm, tight vagina.

I began to thrust gently and slowly, but this thrusting gradually became rough and wild. As my thrusting speed increased, Mom's initial soft moans gradually turned into joyful groans. After about a thousand thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. Mom, exhausted from her second orgasm, let me press down on her. After a while, Mom pushed me away. I thought she went to the bathroom to wash up, but instead, she turned over and took my penis into her mouth. This was the first time Mom had let my penis into her mouth, and it was covered in my semen and her own bodily fluids. Mom gently licked it, and that tenderness made my penis, which had just ejaculated, feel extremely comfortable. Soon, I became erect again. Mom looked up at me and continued her actions.

I could tell this was Mom's first time giving a man oral sex, and she wasn't very skilled, at least not like the ones I'd seen in porn. She just held my penis in her mouth, carefully licking my glans, as if afraid of hurting me. But the stimulation was too much for me to handle, and I impulsively pushed Mom down again, and we had another passionate encounter.

Because of tomorrow's exam, Mom only did it twice and wouldn't let me do it again, so I just cuddled her and fell asleep.

The next morning, Mom woke me up, and we took a shower together. In the bathroom, Mom gave me oral sex for a while, which excited me so much that I had sex with her in the bathtub. After we finished cleaning up, Dad came. Mom and I resumed our mother-son relationship. After breakfast, I went to the exam hall.

The next two and a half days passed smoothly, and so did my sex life with Mom. Having learned oral sex, we had another way to have fun. I even asked Mom to give me oral sex like in porn. Mom tried her best to satisfy me, making me feel incredibly comfortable every night. How could my exams not go well?

Unfortunately, the college entrance exam only lasted two and a half days. After the last exam, we went home. Dad told me to relax with my classmates, but I kept thinking about my mother's body and felt that everything else was meaningless. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, I naturally became addicted to it, especially since my beautiful and lovely mother was the one I shared it with.

(IX)

After the college entrance exam, it felt like everything in the world had been done. I had nothing to do all day. It was supposed to be relaxing, but it was more uncomfortable than having something to do. My mind was no longer on studying, and all that was left was my mother.

Since I started giving my mother oral sex, I became addicted to this method, and my mother seemed to like it too. In the following times, we would give each other oral sex for a while first, getting very excited before penetration. This made the orgasm even more intense, and we really enjoyed it.

Dad had suggested that my mother and I go out to play, but my mother was busy at work and couldn't leave, so we had to give up. My mother even apologized to me for giving me oral sex until I ejaculated. Actually, it wasn't necessary. How could I force my mother when she had difficulties?

This summer was exceptionally hot, and everyone in my family wore very little clothing at home. Every time I saw my mother's body wrapped in thin clothes, I would get incredibly excited, but unfortunately, the opportunities were too few. Although every time I had a tryst with my mother, it wasn't something that happened often.

One evening, my mother was working overtime at her workplace. My father and I had just finished dinner when it started pouring rain. My mother hadn't brought any rain gear, so my father asked me to bring it to her. When I finally arrived at my mother's workplace, I opened the door and saw her working at her desk. She was the only one in the office. When she looked up and saw me, I was soaking wet. Although I had an umbrella, the rain was too heavy and the wind was strong, so my clothes and pants were almost completely soaked.

When my mother saw me like this, she knew I had come to bring rain gear. She quickly ran over, pulled me into the room, closed the door, and hugged me tightly, ignoring my soaked clothes. She said, "Good boy, Mom knew you were good.

Come on, take off your wet clothes, don't catch a cold." As she spoke, she helped me take off my wet shirt.

I'm already an 18-year-old young man, and my well-developed muscles still left my mother, who had seen me countless times, somewhat stunned.

I watched her stare at my chest muscles, her fingers wiping the raindrops off my body, as if she were wiping her lover. I couldn't help but pull my mother into my arms. My mother leaned softly against me, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. I immediately became hard. My mother sensed it and said,

"Son, it's been a long time since you've done it with Mom, hasn't it? Come on, let Mom satisfy your craving today." With that, she knelt down, pulled down my pants, and I felt my penis enter that wet, soft place again. Under my mother's sucking, I felt an unbearable swelling down there, so I held my mother's head and began to thrust, as if I were penetrating her vagina. Before long, I ejaculated into my mother's mouth.

Strangely, this time my mother didn't spit out my semen as usual; instead, she swallowed it all.

I helped my mother up, and just as I was about to ask, she smiled and said, "My dear child, I love your things so much. I was shy before, but I really love it when you ejaculate inside me, whether it's in my mouth or..." Seeing her joyful and satisfied smile, my penis felt like it was on fire again. I suddenly picked her up and placed her on the desk. Knowing what I meant, she cooperated by lifting her skirt and taking off her underwear.

I reached down and touched her; she was completely wet, her body trembling at the movement of my fingers.

I guided my rock-hard penis and slowly inserted it into her body, beginning to slowly thrust in and out.

I kissed my mother's cheeks and neck so I could reach inside and caress her breasts, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I love you. I'm going to make you orgasm. Mom, are you comfortable?" My mother's breathing was rapid, and she gasped, "Okay, okay, good son, make Mom orgasm." This time, I thrust for a long time, making my mother orgasm almost three times. After I ejaculated again, my mother didn't even have the strength to sit up, and could only lean against me, taking a long time to recover. I lifted my mother off the table and saw that the table was wet, I didn't know if it was mine or hers. My mother and I cleaned up for a while. Then we sat on the couch in the office, caressing each other and chatting, until the rain subsided before going home.

From then on, my mother and I found this new place. On weekends, my mother often said she had to work overtime, and I would use the excuse of meeting up with classmates to meet her in her office. The desk, the couch, the filing cabinet—all were good places for us to make love. Dad never suspected anything, and Mom's colleagues all seemed lazy and never bothered us. That summer, Mom and I spent a very happy time together.

But good times are always short-lived. I was accepted into a prestigious university and was going to study in another city. The weekend before I left, Mom and I spent another passionate day together in her office.

Finally, I completed my studies with Mom's reward. But I know that Mom's reward will never end, just as Mom's love for me will last a lifetime.

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