[Full Version] My mother vented her frustrations about my college entrance exam preparation; my mother satisfied her son's desire for her to go out to a hotel with his mother.

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[Full Version] My mother vented her frustrations about my college entrance exam. She read about how she satisfied her son and how she and my mother went out to
a hotel together. It was a real incestuous relationship between my mother and me. It happened when I was 15 years old, in my first year of high school, during winter break. My mother went to Shanghai on a business trip and took me with her. Back then, hotels were rare; most places were guesthouses. One day, we visited a relative. We ate dinner late and ended up sleeping there.
At that time, Shanghai consisted of old houses called Shikumen, which had attics. The houses were small, and my mother and I were put in the attic.
There was only one bed, and we weren't used to the cold winters without heating, so we slept together. Maybe she didn't see me as a man back then. Actually, I was already masturbating, and I did it every day, but my mother was there, so I didn't dare. I just drifted off to sleep. Maybe because I hadn't released my pent-up desires, I started having sexual dreams that night. I dreamt that I was holding a woman, and then I suddenly woke up to find myself holding my mother. I was incredibly embarrassed and afraid my mother would scold me, but she didn't say anything. I guess it was because the house was small and she didn't want anyone to hear. She quietly told me to take off my pants because she knew I was all wet and sticky, so I did. She even asked me if this was my first time. I was too embarrassed to say I'd done it before, so I said yes. She then used my underwear to wipe my genitals. I felt her hands were soft and comfortable, so I immediately got an erection. She noticed and tried to remove her hands. At that moment... I don't know where I got the courage, maybe it was because she was so lenient with me, but I grabbed her hand and wouldn't let her take it off. I was stronger than my mother at that time, and she struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free. She just muttered a few words softly because the bed creaked when I exerted myself, and she told me not to move, which was her way of agreeing. I felt really excited at that moment. It was like being with my own mother again. She used my long underwear to pad my lower body and then moved her hands back and forth. She even asked me if this was how to move. Although the movements weren't very skillful, I was already enjoying it. I became more and more excited and started touching her. She wouldn't let me, so she only allowed me to move my hands on her lower abdomen. I remember clearly that she was a little excited at that time, and her breathing became heavier. And when I was about to ejaculate, her hands moved very quickly, as if she was going all out. I ejaculated a lot, and after I ejaculated, she even helped me wipe myself clean. This time I didn't get an erection, and I was a little tired, so I really fell asleep.
We got up very early (so we could change clothes), had breakfast as usual, and then went back to the guesthouse. In the afternoon, we took the train back to Beijing.
When I went back, she told me not to talk about it. I knew I was distracted for a long time afterward, but it didn't happen again until school started. I kept thinking about it, feeling nervous, excited, and ashamed... because I kept thinking about it, and I was also distracted in class. I would secretly masturbate while studying at home, and my grades dropped.
Then one day, my mother found me masturbating while reading and asked me why I did it so often, and whether my poor grades were related to it. I said yes, and she didn't say anything and left. A few days later, my father went on a business trip. After dinner, I was about to go to my study. My room has a lock, and I often lock the door to masturbate. That day, I didn't lock the door, and she came into my room and asked if I was still doing it myself. I don't remember the specifics, but it was something like, "It's normal to have urges during puberty, but you have to control yourself and not let it affect your studies." As she talked, I brought up what happened that night. She asked if I liked it, and of course I said yes. She said she would help me, but only to help me concentrate on my studies. Then she made me lie on the bed, pulled down my pants, and helped me masturbate. It felt incredibly good. Strangely enough, perhaps her openness eased my psychological burden, and I was able to focus on my studies afterward. (
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From then on, she would help me every week, even when my father was home. She would come to my room while he was watching TV, but by then I wouldn't dare pull down my pants; instead, I would put my hand inside and touch her, which felt quite good.
However, we never had sex until my second year of high school, when I finally saw her naked. Sexual intercourse came later. (Preface—) This is my true experience, and I've always wanted to tell someone about it, but it's impossible to do so in the real world, so I'm writing it online. I've read many articles that are all similar, all made up. In reality, incest is often just a momentary coincidence and impulse, and there are no aftereffects after it happens, let alone love. And one detail is that we don't shout or yell "mother" or "son" during sex, at most we moan. We kiss very little, but we're very open, and I orgasm every time. If you're interested, I'll continue. Thank you for your responses, so I've decided to continue writing about my experience. Since my mother gave me resources for masturbation, we've gradually gotten used to it. The most obvious change is that I don't feel uneasy when I'm not doing it, and I naturally find opportunities to be with her when I need it.
I think I should introduce my mother. She was probably 37 or 38 at the time, a middle school music teacher. Looking back now, I think my mother must have been beautiful (I was young then and didn't know how to appreciate women). She had very good skin, very fair (typical of a southerner). From my first to second year of high school, when I was growing, my physique gradually became stronger, and my libido was very high. I think my mom sometimes really enjoyed touching my genitals because she was always very serious, not just going through the motions. And later, after we got more familiar, she started controlling the pace. Sometimes when no one was home, she would do it for me for a long time.
When I was in my second year of high school, I started paying attention to my female classmates and comparing them to my mom. Back then, I fantasized about having sex and would choose my mom without hesitation, because I thought her voluptuous figure aroused my desire. Now I think it was probably because she was sexy. I also started to understand women.
At first, my mom wouldn't let me touch her. At first, I was okay with it and let her do it. Later, as my fantasies about women intensified, I started to touch her more. Most of the time, I was naked, and she didn't object. Later, when she was aroused, I could even put my hand inside her pants. That was when I was most interested in that area.
Her lower abdomen was very smooth and soft; I wanted to see it, but she wouldn't allow it.
Later, when summer came and I started wearing skirts, it became easier for me. I also learned that her most sensitive spot was there. Sometimes when she touched me, I would make my mother feel very comfortable. Once, she even went limp. But until the exams were approaching, she still wouldn't let me see. One time when we were together, I was also aroused when she caressed me. I sat up and hugged her, wanting to take off her skirt. Her face turned red. In the end, she promised to wait until after the exams and during the holidays. Then she coaxed me to lie down and carefully stroked me. That day was great. It seemed like she used both hands at the same time because she had no psychological burden and hoped to get more rewards if she did well on the exams. I really worked hard, and the exam results were pretty good. Finally, one day during the summer vacation, when no one was home, she agreed to let me see her naked body. It was at night. I was reading in the room when she came in, wearing a short nightgown.
She was very indulgent, not refusing my hugs and caresses. I still remember her smooth, soft, and elastic body. She was still in good shape, a little plump, but not bloated, and very sensitive. Her pubic hair was very thick, a dark patch, and naturally my hand lingered there the most. She reacted intensely, even bending over, but still wouldn't let me penetrate. However, we found a compromise: she would lie face down on the bed, and I would lie on top of her, with her legs clamping around me. Compared to younger girls, her labia were much fuller, and the pleasure they gave me was unparalleled. Although we didn't have sex, we were very close. I once wanted her to perform oral sex, but she refused at the time. As for sex, that was a matter for later. I'll stop here for today; I'm very tired. Sometimes reminiscing is very distressing, but as I write, I get excited. I don't know how well I've written it, but I've tried to be as truthful as possible, and I'm especially prone to impulsiveness and experiencing more pleasure. However, my mother wasn't very accepting of unconventional things like oral sex at first. That happened after we actually had sex. I'll write about that when I have the chance. I'm happy to see everyone's comments. If you think it's good, it's mainly because it's real. This is indeed something that really happened, so I didn't embellish it. I just wrote down whatever came to mind. Now, analyzing it, my mother is a very open-minded woman and loves beauty. This is quite rare for someone her age. She was on the basketball team in college and was even reportedly selected for pilot testing, but her family background wasn't good enough, so she gave up. When I was in middle school, my mother would go to dance the popular group dance every morning. We also often played badminton when we had free time. That's probably what attracted me to her body. Cosmetics were scarce back then, but my mother had a lot and used them every day. Perhaps a woman's desire for beauty is strong. Actually, after becoming familiar with my mother's naked body, I still liked her most when she wore a skirt, especially when she was exercising. Seeing her would always excite me, and I couldn't help but harass and be affectionate with her. It almost became a habit.

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