Mother and Me

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My mother
and I were both Hui Muslims. The entrenched religious customs of Muslims may be the root of my mother's tragic marriage.

Of course, these insights come from my mother's accounts. In her tales, my maternal grandparents were largely uneducated and uncultured; their only achievements were raising

four children, including my mother, and their faith in Allah—though they

never read the Quran in its entirety.

This belief of my grandparents naturally influenced their children.

So, when my mother graduated from a vocational health school at the age of 19, she met my father through my maternal grandparents' introduction. He was also Hui and was an ordinary worker at the time. My mother also became an ordinary doctor at the county hospital. They got married when my mother was 20.

However, my mother never told me anything about her married life after marrying my father. When I was young, I didn't care about this; but as I grew older, I slowly understood why my mother never wanted to talk about my father.

It is said that back then, my father not only drank and gambled, but also frequented prostitutes. So, not long after I was born, my mother resigned from the hospital to avoid my father and opened a clinic in the provincial capital. My father remained completely indifferent to my mother's departure until one day, his body was found at a secluded intersection frequented only by trucks. By then, the body had been crushed by passing trucks, leaving only a thin layer of skin. I was two years old that year.

Of course, these events had little impact on my mother. She simply fulfilled her final duty as a wife by burying the body. She had no interest in knowing why my father had become like that. Even my maternal

grandparents, who had initially expressed great dissatisfaction with my mother's departure from my father, seemed to have stopped pressuring her.

Freed from the constraints of family, my mother's life and career finally returned to normal. My mother was already tall and beautiful, a well-known beauty in the county town before she got married. After moving to the provincial capital, she quickly gained fame in the surrounding community thanks to her attentive service and superb medical skills. If it weren't for her status as a widow and Hui Muslim, she probably would have had a whole platoon of suitors.

Later, when I was in the third grade of elementary school, my mother finally saved enough money to buy a two-story shop facing the street. The first floor remained the clinic, while the two bedrooms and one living room on the second floor became my mother's and my living quarters, each of us having our own room.

It was around that time that I gradually noticed some of the uncles around me giving my mother strange looks. At first, I didn't quite understand, but later I realized that this kind of look was called lecherous. However, at that time, my understanding of sex was very limited; I only knew that these uncles around my mother definitely had ulterior motives.

Of course, perhaps because I was still a child, my mother wasn't very discreet about some of her actions. For example, only I knew that in the hot summer, my mother usually only wore underwear under her short-sleeved white coat, and sometimes she even went out without a bra. More than once, when my mother was changing clothes before her appointments in the morning, I noticed her staring at her body, and she would usually just scold me, "You little rascal." More often than not, she would remain silent.

When I was young and had little awareness of sexuality, I didn't think much of it. But as I grew up, I was shocked to realize that my mother was truly capable of what others couldn't. You see, there were often more than ten men, women, and children of all ages in the clinic downstairs.

That's how my mother's body became the first female body I ever saw. I gradually realized that my mother was definitely the most beautiful woman around me. Not to mention my female classmates who hadn't even grown up yet, even my teachers at school didn't have a figure as perfect as my mother's. Especially her firm, full breasts, which never sagged, simply haunted my dreams.

And so, during the winter break of sixth grade, when I was 12, I had my first nocturnal emission. That day, I had a wet dream. I dreamt that my mother was on the second floor of our house, having breakfast with me. My mother was only wearing underwear. Her breasts were full, her buttocks were white and large, and her flat stomach had almost no excess fat. As we were eating, my mother suddenly started to take off her clothes. Just as she was about to take off her bra so I could get a good look, I suddenly felt my lower body lose control. The unprecedented pleasure brought by the violent ejaculation of semen woke me up.

I didn't quite understand what had happened to me, but I knew that the big sticky stain on my underwear didn't look like a good thing.

I crept into the dark, quietly took off my underwear, and climbed out of bed, naked. Not wanting to disturb my mother, I decided to wash this dirty thing myself.

But just as I quietly reached the bathroom and turned on the tap, the rushing water woke her.

"What are you doing?" My mother's words startled me. I turned around abruptly and found my mother standing in the bathroom doorway behind me, wearing her pajamas.

I noticed she didn't seem fully awake; her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were narrowed, but what attracted my attention most were her prominent nipples under her pajamas. Thinking of that erotic dream from before, I felt my face flush, and my penis instantly became erect. This made me, still naked, extremely embarrassed. After all, my hands were still washing my underwear at that moment, and my erect penis was almost completely exposed to my mother's view.

Seeing me like that, she suddenly snapped out of it, as if she understood something.

I saw her immediately turn and leave the bathroom. Just as I was feeling confused, less than ten seconds later, my mother returned with a new pair of underwear.

"Here you go, go back and change into a new pair." My mother told me to dry my hands, handed me the new underwear, and said, "Go back to sleep."

I felt my mother glance at my erect penis. I didn't dare say a word, grabbed the underwear, hastily put it on, and ran back to my room.

I don't know what I was thinking; my mind felt like a complete mess, and I fell asleep in a daze.

Because it was winter break, I slept until nine in the morning on the second day. My mother had already gone downstairs and didn't wake me before eight as usual. My breakfast had already been prepared by my mother, and unlike before, there was an extra egg.

I felt uneasy, thinking that my mother must know something. I wolfed down my breakfast and then anxiously watched TV.

It wasn't until noon that my mother came back upstairs, handed me a book, and gently patted my head. "It's okay, you're a big kid now. Here, take a good look."

I took the book hesitantly, "Human Physiology," a rather thick book.

Later, I realized that I had forgotten exactly how I spent those days; I only remembered holding that thick book and reading it diligently for several days. That's when I realized that what came out of my body that night was semen, and that I had experienced nocturnal emission, which is a normal physiological phenomenon. Besides that, I learned a lot more, such as what my penis and testicles, and other male reproductive organs were all about, my beginning of puberty, and the atlas of female sexual organs, which was of most interest to me… This thick book gave me almost everything I wanted to know about sex.

This excited me immensely, and a week later, on the night my mother took the book back, I had another erotic dream and then nocturnal emission.

This dream was similar to the previous one; I dreamt of my mother again. She was facing away from me, and I could clearly see her rounded buttocks and smooth back. My hands trembled as I gently stroked her shoulders. At that moment, my lower body went out of control again.

However, I was no longer nervous. I took off my underwear, and, with my bottom bare, quietly went to the bathroom, threw it into the basin, and changed into a clean pair.

The next day, I got up early. Of course, my mother got up much earlier than me. I found that she had already washed the dirty underwear, and it was hanging on the second-floor balcony.

My mother didn't seem surprised or show any particular emotion.

I felt relieved. At that moment, I suddenly realized that my mother was truly the best mother in the world.

Winter passed and spring came. My days with my mother continued slowly like this. Soon, I entered junior high school.

Perhaps due to early puberty, or perhaps because I inherited my mother's height genes, my height skyrocketed during junior high school. 140, 150, 160, 170… I grew significantly taller almost every semester, reaching 170 cm at the start of my final year of junior high at the age of 14. What most people don't know is that, perhaps due to good lifestyle habits, my genitals developed even more remarkably, reaching 15 centimeters in length when fully erect.

At this time, various adult novels were circulating among my classmates, of all kinds—martial arts, urban romance, and of course, plenty with incestuous themes.

Many classmates started dating, and some even began to indulge in premarital sex. But none of that concerned me.

Because in my eyes, these female classmates were simply too ugly, incomparable to my mother.

Yes, after two years, I found my desire for my mother's body had become even more intense. My mother's full breasts, her pert buttocks, her flat stomach, her long legs… almost every week, my mother's body would visit my dreams, haunting me.

If it was unconscious at first, now almost every time I ejaculate, I put my semen-stained underwear in the bathroom for my mother to see. Of course, my mother always washes it clean the next day.

I felt like I was becoming a psychopath. Although my mother never said anything, I could sense that things were changing.

This caused me pain, and I began to channel all my desires into studying. Partly to please my mother, and partly to numb myself and find peace.

The temporary calm was just preparation for the eruption. Years later, when I looked back, I realized that my longing for my mother had grown increasingly intense.

Under the pressure of the high school entrance exam and this inexplicable longing, the Spring Festival arrived.

My mother's clinic locked itself early and closed. The occasional sound of firecrackers added to the festive atmosphere. As in previous years, it was just my mother and me this Spring Festival. On this special day, instead of studying or doing homework, I helped my mother with chores. We cooked a delicious meal while watching TV.

Just as we were about to eat, my mother pulled out a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) from somewhere.

"Come on, it's New Year's Day, Mom's happy, have a drink with Mom!" my mother said excitedly.

I was a little surprised, but I didn't refuse. Although I had never drunk alcohol before, I knew my mother wasn't a big drinker.

"Okay, but I've never drunk alcohol before, so I have to drink slowly, not too fast," my mother agreed.

So, in the warm second-floor room, my mother and I poured each other liquor and sipped it slowly.

This was my first time drinking alcohol. The liquor must have been good; it was very strong. I started feeling dizzy after only a short while. But seeing my mother's happy expression, I decided to persevere.

I chatted with her and watched TV.

Soon, the clock struck midnight, and the bottle was finished.

At that moment, I couldn't hold on any longer. After a dizzying spin, I finally lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, it was still dark.

My head was throbbing, and I was surrounded by darkness, while firecrackers were going off outside the window.

I then realized that it must be the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Last night, I drank with my mother all night, and now… I suddenly realized that I wasn't sleeping in my single bed in my own bedroom, but in my mother's double bed. I

was completely naked, without even underwear.

Where is Mom? The air was filled with her signature scent.

A thought struck me, and I turned my head. Sure enough, I found Mom sleeping beside me, her shapely body rising and falling rhythmically with her breath under the covers.

"..."

My mind went completely blank.

I hadn't expected that the scene I longed for day and night would actually appear before my eyes.

I was instantly excited. I

carefully moved closer to my mother.

I could clearly feel that she was only wearing a nightgown, no bra.

As for underwear, I didn't have time to think about that at that moment.

How long had it been since I'd slept in the same bed with my mother? I don't remember exactly, but it was probably not long after I started elementary school that I began sleeping in a separate bed from my mother.

When I touched my mother's bare arm, I dared not think any further, and I simply couldn't think any further.

An irresistible force instantly took over my brain (later I realized, that was the feeling of being driven mad by lust).

I pulled my mother into the crook of my right arm, and gently slipped my left hand inside her pajamas, lightly kneading those full breasts that haunted my dreams.

"Mom... Mom..."

I whispered to my mother.

Perhaps because she was drunk, my mother was sleeping soundly and didn't wake up immediately. She just nudged my chest and then stopped struggling.

My courage grew, and I began to imitate what I'd seen in movies and on television, gently kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and her neck.

At the same time, my left hand slowly pulled down the straps of her nightgown, carefully feeling my mother's breasts and her somewhat firm nipples.

My tall, shapely mother possessed a pair of equally magnificent breasts. I felt that her breasts were full and elastic; when I gently kneaded them, they felt as soft as water, making me hesitant to use force. I could only carefully caress them with my own small, equally delicate hands, occasionally gently touching her peanut-sized nipples.

In the darkness, my breathing became rapid; I felt I should suckle those nipples forcefully.

"Oh..."

Just as I was immersed in my own happiness, a soft moan escaped my lips. I suddenly realized that my mother, who was in my arms, had opened her eyes.

My hands froze, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

"Mom..."

I called softly.

"Hmm... What are you doing?"

Waking up in this situation seemed to have surprised my mother as well. She later told me that because we were almost face-to-face in bed, she could clearly feel my breath. At that moment, her mind went blank, and she didn't know how to talk to me.

"I want to nurse,"

I whispered in my mother's ear for some reason.

"Then eat..."

my mother murmured, her tone a mixture of permission, longing, pleading, command, and something else entirely. I couldn't tell.

I didn't understand her meaning, but I obeyed my body's desire, lowering my head and, in the darkness, taking turns placing her already erect nipples into my mouth, gently licking and sucking, careful not to hurt her.

My mother held my head, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

I would occasionally glance up at her, but in the darkness, I couldn't clearly see her expression, only gleaning glimpses from her increasingly tight grip.

Gradually, my courage grew.

I suddenly lifted my head and kissed my mother's soft lips.

My instincts told me that this was the right thing to do.

My mother seemed surprised and somewhat resistant to my actions, her hands weakly pushing against my chest.

But after only a moment's hesitation, she obediently opened her lips.

To my astonishment, I felt her nimble tongue slip into my mouth, chasing my tender tongue, bringing a burning sensation that flowed throughout my body.

This feeling left me completely bewildered.

Only then did I realize how captivating kissing could be, even making my whole body tremble.

I hugged my mother tightly and kissed her.

We quickly became perfectly in sync, our two nimble tongues like two graceful little snakes, intertwining and dancing.

My mother and I exchanged saliva without restraint, entwined together, gently licking every corner of each other's mouths, chasing and playing.

My desire continued to rise, my body pressed incessantly against my mother.

I had almost lost my reason.

My subconscious told me that only my mother's warm body could cool my boiling desire.

Suddenly, my mother rolled over and pinned me beneath her, grabbing my already rock-hard penis.

"Don't move!"

she gasped, telling me to lie down and not move anymore.

Only then did I realize that my mother was already completely naked.

I saw my mother squatting in an odd position above my hips. In the dim light, I could see between her legs; they seemed clean, without the dark patch of pubic hair I had imagined.

Was that my mother's vagina? I wondered to myself.

Before I could think it through, my mother slowly squatted down towards my penis.

A strange sensation spread from the head of my penis, warm, as if breaking through layer after layer of obstacles, reaching all the way to the bottom.

When my mother sat down completely, my penis seemed to be inserted right at the end of her vagina.

I think I understood something.

My mother leaned forward, half-kneeling and resting her head on my chest. I could hear her breathing echoing in my ears.

I could no longer bear it. Waves of pleasure surged from my brain to my limbs, then my limbs gradually weakened, as if all my strength was rapidly converging on my penis. Accompanied by an overwhelming pleasure, an unprecedented surge of heat finally erupted from my penis, spraying into my mother's body.

Seeing my expression, my mother immediately noticed the change.

She lifted herself up, and my rapidly softening penis slid out of her.

"Silly boy..."

my mother patted my belly, murmuring, "Your son has grown up."

I didn't know what to say, so I just lay there dumbly, not moving.

My mother reached for a few tissues at the bedside and handed them to me. "Here, wipe yourself clean."

I said "Okay" and obediently wiped the sticky fluid from my genitals.

I felt embarrassed. Although I felt that perhaps from tonight onwards, my relationship with my mother should be different, I wasn't quite sure what exactly it should be.

"Mom!"

Seeing that my mother had also wiped herself clean with tissues, I called out to her somewhat shyly.

Actually, I wanted to stay in my mother's bed.

After such a night, how could I possibly sleep back in my own single bed?

My mother hesitated for a moment. "Go to sleep, there's a lot to do tomorrow."

I didn't dare say anything more, and lay down obediently on the bed, naked. However, the thought of my mother right beside me warmed my heart again.

"Mom..."

I whispered, "What's wrong?"

"I want to nurse."

My courage grew.

"...Then come and nurse."

My mother seemed to pause for a moment before agreeing, her voice soft.

I happily snuggled into my mother's arms again, took one of her nipples in my mouth, and savored it, gently kneading it with my hands.

My naked penis became erect again, pressing hard against my mother's thigh.

My mother didn't make many movements, just quietly stroking my back.

"Eat...sleep...eat...sleep..."

my mother murmured softly.

Perhaps because I was too tired, I actually fell asleep in my mother's arms.

The next day, I was awakened again by a noisy burst of firecrackers.

Unlike last time, this time it was already broad daylight, and my mother had gotten up sometime earlier to prepare a sumptuous breakfast for me.

I dressed and looked at my mother nervously.

"What are you looking at? Come and eat!"

my mother said, as usual, a little annoyed.

"Oh..."

I sat down cautiously and began to eat.

Could everything that happened last night have been a dream? I wondered if there was something wrong with my memory.

But last night's dream was so real, so real that I could still recall most of the details. But

if it wasn't a dream, then... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but secretly look up at my mother.

She seemed no different than usual.

At that moment, my mother turned her head and met my gaze.

"What are you looking at, you brat?"

Under my gaze, my mother's face actually turned red.

I was surprised.

"Mom, you're so beautiful."

The words slipped out almost without thinking.

My mother immediately looked surprised, and "smack!"

Then, she hit me on the head with her chopsticks. "What are you thinking about, you brat? Eat your food!"

I rubbed my head; it didn't hurt much, but I saw that my mother's face was even redder.

That day, nothing else unusual happened between my mother and me.

That evening, my mother's clinic locked itself up early again.

No one seemed to care, as it was Lunar New Year's Day.

But I knew that my relationship with my mother was different now.

After dinner, we watched TV quietly together, neither of us speaking.

My mother held the remote, randomly changing channels. I occasionally stole glances at her, but I couldn't discern anything from her face.

After all, I was just a boy under 15 at the time, unable to understand the feelings of a woman in that situation.

My mother was 35 years old then, the same age I am now.

It wasn't until years later, after I started dating and sleeping with girls of different ages, that I gained a new understanding of my mother's feelings back then.

At that time, as a young girl, I was incapable of any proactive sexual activity with my beloved mother. I believed that everything should be under her control, and indeed, that was the case.

It happened around 9 PM. My mother had already gotten up to wash up in the bathroom, while I remained sitting foolishly on the sofa watching TV.

Perhaps it was a sixth sense telling me something was about to happen; I was restless on the sofa.

I kept glancing up at the bathroom, listening to the rushing water, feeling a tingling, itchy sensation, as if a thousand ants were crawling all over my heart.

My penis was already erect, hard and uncomfortable inside my underwear.

I don't know how much time passed, but my mother, as usual, came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white bath towel. "I'm done,"

my mother's voice sounded a little slow. "Go take a shower."

I said "Okay," feeling as if my mother's gaze was fixed on me. I didn't dare meet her eyes and hurriedly went into the bathroom.

The bathroom seemed to still hold my mother's scent, which aroused my penis.

I gasped for breath, finally managing to calm down.

As if possessed, I didn't lock the bathroom door from the inside as I usually did. Maybe…maybe my mother hadn't locked it either? I didn't dare think any further.

As I undressed, the warm water flowing from the showerhead, combined with my erect penis, gave me a renewed urge to release.

I had masturbated before, but the sensation was nothing compared to what my mother had given me the night before.

Suddenly, I didn't want to masturbate anymore.

Facing the bathroom mirror, looking at my erect penis, I vigorously rubbed my skin, as if trying to release all my pent-up desire onto the washcloth.

Just as I was releasing in the bathroom, something unexpected happened.

The bathroom light suddenly went out.

I froze, the room instantly pitch black.

"This isn't a power outage."

I quickly determined that it wasn't a power outage because I could hear the television outside.

My mother seemed to still be watching TV, which meant it wasn't a power outage.

"Could the light bulb be broken?"

Just as I was wondering, the bathroom door opened, and in the dim light of the television, I saw my mother walk in.

"Mom..."

I noticed something was wrong with my mother, but when she got close enough, I realized she was completely naked.

I was stunned.

I had never seen my mother like this before.

I even forgot to ask her why the bathroom and living room lights were off.

"Turn around,"

my mother commanded, her voice trembling.

I didn't quite understand why, but my body still turned around reflexively.

Perhaps it was only a few seconds, but to me, it felt like an eternity.

I felt my mother's soft hands on my back, but they didn't linger long; they quickly moved past my armpits to my chest.

Then, my mother's hot body pressed against mine, tightly against my back.

In those few seconds, I could clearly feel my mother's nipples rubbing and brushing against my chest.

I seemed to realize something, and my hands suddenly reached behind me, grabbing my mother's firm, round buttocks.

I never imagined that my mother's body, which I had longed for day and night, would come to me like this, and not in the somewhat coincidental darkness of last night, but right before my eyes.

I lost control of my body; the energy that had been building up inside me began to erupt uncontrollably.

My mother immediately noticed the change in my body. She knelt down and grabbed my ejaculating penis from behind, gently kneading it, which made my ejaculation even more intense, wave after wave, seemingly endless.

I don't know how much time passed before I finally came to my senses from the pleasure of ejaculation.

I couldn't see my mother's expression, but I felt incredibly embarrassed by my behavior.

"What a silly little thing,"

my mother said, standing up with a light laugh. "Are you clean? Dry yourself off quickly and come with me."

I didn't dare say anything more, just nodded and grabbed a towel to roughly dry myself. My mother then led me out.

Holding her soft hand, I felt a little dizzy and was led into the bedroom in a daze.

Without exchanging many words, my mother and I immediately became intimate on the bed. We kissed deeply, and when my mother's erect nipples brushed against my body, I felt a shiver run down my spine.

This intoxicated me, and our bodies quickly became intertwined.

Without much tenderness, my erect penis smoothly entered my mother's body.

Only then did I realize she was already very wet.

Unlike last night, this time I was on top, and she was on the bottom.

My mother's legs gently parted, spreading on either side of my body.

Again, unlike last night, I deeply experienced that feeling of almost ascending to heaven.

My penis, being a teenager, was extremely sensitive. I felt that my mother's wet vagina wasn't very tight, yet it enveloped me in perfectly gentle, tight waves, a sensation that was utterly intoxicating.

I began thrusting vigorously, almost instinctively. In the darkness, I heard her breathing heavily, which made me, with almost zero experience, feel uneasy.

Just as I decided to slow down, I suddenly felt a violent contraction deep inside her, like a hand gripping my glans.

How could a boy possibly withstand such stimulation? I ejaculated violently, my body pressed tightly against my mother, wishing I could crush her in my arms.

The orgasm didn't last long, but it felt like an eternity.

This is what sex feels like… I thought to myself.

I rolled over and slid off my mother's body, my wet penis slipping out of her vagina.

This might not have been the most intense sexual intercourse, but it was certainly the most psychologically stimulating.

After this incestuous act, my mother and I, pinned beneath me, were both drenched in sweat.

Perhaps because I ejaculated too quickly, my mother began to comfort me with her experience, telling me that boys usually ejaculate quickly the first time and not to worry. Perhaps

because the rapid ejaculation had exhausted me, I actually fell asleep while caressing my mother's full breasts.

When I woke up again, it was around 7 a.m., and the sky was already faintly bright.

I was still in my mother's arms.

Only then, in the sunlight, could I clearly see my mother's body before me.

Even lying flat, her full breasts showed no signs of sagging. They felt plump and soft to the touch, and her nipples were a deep red, large, like two beautiful agates, hard to the touch.

I was instantly aroused, and my penis became erect again.

I lay on my mother's chest and began to savor her full breasts, sucking on one and then the other, my saliva coating her beautiful nipples.

My actions woke my mother.

I saw her eyes were misty, and she gently stroked my hair. "Eat, eat..."

After a while, I climbed onto my mother's body and entered her vagina again.

My mother's vagina was still as warm and moist as it had been the night before, tightly enveloping my penis.

I looked down and saw that her pubic hair was thick but neatly arranged. My still somewhat immature penis moved in and out between her slightly reddened labia, enveloped in her white fluid, which was incredibly stimulating.

Perhaps because of the previous ejaculation, I lasted much longer this time, about ten minutes before finally ejaculating.

As before, my body pressed firmly against my mother's, and I shot as much semen as possible deep into her body.

My mother seemed quite content. As I lay flat on the bed, wanting to rest, she suddenly rolled over, resting her head on my shoulder and gently caressing my body.

Seeing her like this, I couldn't help but lower my head, kissing her forehead and cheeks while caressing her breasts.

Perhaps my kisses tickled her, for she laughed, pushed my head away, sat up, straddled my waist, lowered her head, and kissed my lips.

I passively endured my mother's kiss, feeling somewhat helpless. Her tongue immediately entered my mouth, and I instantly recalled that dark night two days ago. I had also extended my tongue, gently nibbling at her incomparable tongue, softly sucking and licking it, while caressing her tongue with the tip of my own, swallowing the fragrant saliva she offered.

My eyes widened as I noticed my mother's eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed, and her full breasts were hanging heavily against my chest.

I reached out and tightly grasped my mother's breasts, kneading them somewhat forcefully.

My mother pressed my hand even harder against her breasts.

Our breathing quickened, and I felt a little breathless. The feeling of oxygen deprivation made me bite my mother's tongue slightly harder, and the pain made her release her grip immediately.

She straightened up, grinning in a daze, indicating that I had hurt her, but then she pursed her lips and kissed me, hinting at my lips.

In that instant, I accurately deciphered that silent hint and slipped my tongue into my mother's mouth.

To my surprise, my mother's sucking was more greedy and fierce than mine, until I felt pain and couldn't help but cry out, but she still kept sucking, only loosening her grip slightly.

"Mom... Mom..."

"Mmm... Mmm..."

In our intense kiss, we were both moaning incoherently.

And then, without me noticing, I got an erection again.

Just as I was about to roll over and pin my mother beneath me again, she told me to lie still.

I saw my mother begin to gently kiss my body, then slowly mount me, taking my penis into her.

My mother moved gently; unlike the impulsive pleasure I felt, her slow movements and controlled rhythm made me feel comfortable, and her slight forward lean made it easy for me to touch her breasts.

She gently asked me if it felt good.

I said yes, it felt like I was ascending to heaven, like being in paradise.

My mother seemed excited to hear this, but tried her best to control the rhythm of her thrusts.

I also tried my best to enjoy my mother's control.

And so, it seemed like we were thrusting for a long time, both enjoying the pleasure of mother-son intimacy, until much later when I finally ejaculated inside my mother.

That's basically the story of my mother and me.

After that, my mother and I had sex many more times, and our relationship evolved from simple intercourse to mutual oral sex. During my summer vacation when I was 17 and in my second year of high school, I even penetrated my mother's anus.

All of this made our already inseparable bond even stronger, and we became even more devoted to each other.

Of course, that's a story for later.

During this time, I slowly realized that my incestuous relationship with my mother was something that couldn't be made public. In the future, no matter what, my only path was to marry another woman and eventually leave my mother completely.

Later, I was admitted to university, and I realized that going abroad might be the only way for my mother and me to live together openly.

So, I studied even harder, successfully passed the entrance exam, and went abroad. My mother, using her status as a migrant worker, also eventually came to live with me.

For this, we even changed our ethnicity and my mother's age.

And so, we finally began a completely new life in a foreign land…

Postscript:

This wasn't originally intended as a smutty story, so there's very little explicit content. To be precise, this is a short story adapted from a true story that happened to someone I know.

When I was young, the father of one of my childhood friends died from alcoholism on the side of a very busy road. When he was found, his body had already been crushed into pieces by passing trucks. His family was indeed Hui. In

my memory, his mother, the woman I called Auntie, was very beautiful and never remarried.

Back then, I often went to their family clinic.

One day after I started junior high school, he suddenly said to me mysteriously, "So-and-so, do you know what a woman is?"

I was completely confused and ignored this weirdo.

At that time, I devoted almost all my energy to the soccer field, getting up early and working late every day with my friends, sweating it out.

But his words remained etched in my mind.

It wasn't until one day in high school, when a bunch of us boys were talking about how great girls were, that I saw his disdainful expression and suddenly remembered his words and his beautiful mother. That's when I suddenly understood.

Later, I heard that this guy dropped out of college but passed the TOEFL and GRE exams, went to faraway America, and became the enviable "other people's child." His mother, through various means, even inexplicably changing her ethnic identity, left China.

At this point, when I recalled what he had whispered to me in middle school, I was filled with emotion…

Although there was no direct evidence of his relationship with his mother, in my opinion, these things weren't important. What mattered was my firm belief that he and his mother truly loved each other, and perhaps that was what truly mattered to them.

My mother and I were both Hui people. The stubborn religious practices of Muslims may well be the root of my mother's tragic marriage.

Of course, these insights come from my mother's accounts. In her tales, my maternal grandparents were largely uneducated and uncultured; their only accomplishments were raising

four children, including my mother, and their faith in Allah—though they had

never read the Quran in its entirety.

This belief naturally influenced their children.

Thus, when my mother graduated from vocational nursing school at 19, she met my father through my grandparents' introduction. He was also Hui and worked as an ordinary laborer. My mother became an ordinary doctor at the county hospital. She and my father got married when she was 20.

However, she never told me anything about her married life after marrying my father. When I was little, I didn't pay attention; but as I grew older, I gradually understood why my mother never wanted to talk about my father.

It was said that back then, my father not only drank and gambled, but also frequented prostitutes. So, not long after I was born, my mother resigned from the hospital to escape my father and opened a clinic in the provincial capital. My father remained completely indifferent to my mother's departure until one day, his body was found at a secluded intersection frequented only by trucks. By then, the body had been crushed by passing trucks, leaving only a thin layer of skin. I was two years old that year.

Of course, these events had little impact on my mother. She simply fulfilled her final duty as a wife by burying the body. She had no interest in knowing why my father had become like that. Even my maternal

grandparents, who had initially expressed great dissatisfaction with my mother's departure from my father, seemed to have stopped pressuring her.

Freed from the constraints of family, my mother's life and career finally returned to normal. My mother was already tall and beautiful, a well-known beauty in the county town before she got married. After moving to the provincial capital, she quickly gained fame in the surrounding community thanks to her attentive service and superb medical skills. If it weren't for her status as a widow and Hui Muslim, she probably would have had a whole platoon of suitors.

Later, when I was in the third grade of elementary school, my mother finally saved enough money to buy a two-story shop facing the street. The first floor remained the clinic, while the two bedrooms and one living room on the second floor became my mother's and my living quarters, each of us having our own room.

It was around that time that I gradually noticed some of the uncles around me giving my mother strange looks. At first, I didn't quite understand, but later I realized that this kind of look was called lecherous. However, at that time, my understanding of sex was very limited; I only knew that these uncles around my mother definitely had ulterior motives.

Of course, perhaps because I was still a child, my mother wasn't very discreet about some of her actions. For example, only I knew that in the hot summer, my mother usually only wore underwear under her short-sleeved white coat, and sometimes she even went out without a bra. More than once, when my mother was changing clothes before her appointments in the morning, I noticed her staring at her body, and she would usually just scold me, "You little rascal." More often than not, she would remain silent.

When I was young and had little awareness of sexuality, I didn't think much of it. But as I grew up, I was shocked to realize that my mother was truly capable of what others couldn't. You see, there were often more than ten men, women, and children of all ages in the clinic downstairs.

That's how my mother's body became the first female body I ever saw. I gradually realized that my mother was definitely the most beautiful woman around me. Not to mention my female classmates who hadn't even grown up yet, even my teachers at school didn't have a figure as perfect as my mother's. Especially her firm, full breasts, which never sagged, simply haunted my dreams.

And so, during the winter break of sixth grade, when I was 12, I had my first nocturnal emission. That day, I had a wet dream. I dreamt that my mother was on the second floor of our house, having breakfast with me. My mother was only wearing underwear. Her breasts were full, her buttocks were white and large, and her flat stomach had almost no excess fat. As we were eating, my mother suddenly started to take off her clothes. Just as she was about to take off her bra so I could get a good look, I suddenly felt my lower body lose control. The unprecedented pleasure brought by the violent ejaculation of semen woke me up.

I didn't quite understand what had happened to me, but I knew that the big sticky stain on my underwear didn't look like a good thing.

I crept into the dark, quietly took off my underwear, and climbed out of bed, naked. Not wanting to disturb my mother, I decided to wash this dirty thing myself.

But just as I quietly reached the bathroom and turned on the tap, the rushing water woke her.

"What are you doing?" My mother's words startled me. I turned around abruptly and found my mother standing in the bathroom doorway behind me, wearing her pajamas.

I noticed she didn't seem fully awake; her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were narrowed, but what attracted my attention most were her prominent nipples under her pajamas. Thinking of that erotic dream from before, I felt my face flush, and my penis instantly became erect. This made me, still naked, extremely embarrassed. After all, my hands were still washing my underwear at that moment, and my erect penis was almost completely exposed to my mother's view.

Seeing me like that, she suddenly snapped out of it, as if she understood something.

I saw her immediately turn and leave the bathroom. Just as I was feeling confused, less than ten seconds later, my mother returned with a new pair of underwear.

"Here you go, go back and change into a new pair." My mother told me to dry my hands, handed me the new underwear, and said, "Go back to sleep."

I felt my mother glance at my erect penis. I didn't dare say a word, grabbed the underwear, hastily put it on, and ran back to my room.

I don't know what I was thinking; my mind felt like a complete mess, and I fell asleep in a daze.

Because it was winter break, I slept until nine in the morning on the second day. My mother had already gone downstairs and didn't wake me up before eight as usual. My breakfast had already been prepared by my mother, and unlike before, there was an extra egg.

I felt uneasy, thinking that my mother must know something. I wolfed down my breakfast and then anxiously watched TV.

It wasn't until noon that my mother came back upstairs, handed me a book, and gently patted my head. "It's okay, you're a big kid now. Here, take a good look."

I hesitantly took the book, "Human Physiology," a rather thick book.

Later, I realized I had forgotten exactly how I spent those days. I only remembered holding that thick book and reading it diligently for several days. I then understood that what flowed from my body that night was semen, and that I had experienced nocturnal emission—a normal physiological phenomenon. Besides that, I learned a lot more, such as what my penis and testicles were like, my beginning of puberty, and the illustrations of female genitalia that I was most interested in… This thick book gave me almost everything I wanted to know about sex.

This excited me immensely, and a week later, on the night my mother took the book back, I had another erotic dream and then nocturnal emission.

This erotic dream was similar to the last one; I dreamt of my mother again. She was facing away from me, and I could clearly see her rounded buttocks and smooth back. My hands trembled as I gently stroked her shoulders. Suddenly, my lower body went out of control again.

However, I was no longer nervous. I took off my underwear, and, naked, quietly went to the bathroom, threw it in the basin, and changed into a clean pair.

The next day, I got up early. Of course, my mother got up much earlier than me. I found that she had already washed the dirty underwear, and it was hanging on the second-floor balcony.

My mother didn't seem surprised or show any particular emotion.

I felt relieved. At that moment, I suddenly realized that my mother was truly the best mother in the world.

Winter passed and spring came. My days with my mother continued slowly like this. Soon, I entered junior high school.

Perhaps because I developed particularly early, or perhaps because I inherited my mother's height genes, my height skyrocketed during junior high school. 140, 150, 160, 170... I grew a lot taller almost every semester. By the time I started my third year of junior high, at the age of 14, I had already reached 170 cm. Of course, what most people don't know is that, perhaps due to good living habits, my genitals developed even more astonishingly, reaching 15 centimeters in length when fully erect.

By this time, various adult novels were circulating among my classmates, of all kinds: martial arts, urban romance, and of course, incestuous stories.

Many classmates had started dating, and some had even begun to indulge in premarital sex. But none of this concerned me.

In my eyes, these female classmates were simply too ugly, incomparable to my mother.

Yes, after two years, I found my desire for my mother's body had grown even stronger. My mother's full breasts, her pert buttocks, her flat stomach, her long legs… almost every week, my mother's body would appear in my dreams, haunting me.

If it was unconscious at first, now almost every time I have a nocturnal emission, I leave my semen-stained underwear in the bathroom for my mother to see. Of course, she always washes it clean the next day.

I feel like I'm becoming a pervert. Although my mother never says anything, I can sense that something is changing.

This causes me pain, and I start channeling all my desires into studying. Partly to please my mother, and partly to numb myself and find peace.

The temporary calm is just preparation for the eruption. Looking back years later, I realize that at that time, my desire for my mother had become increasingly intense.

Under the pressure of the high school entrance exam and a strange longing, the Spring Festival arrived.

My mother's clinic locked itself early and closed. The occasional sound of firecrackers added to the festive atmosphere. As in previous years, it was just my mother and me this Spring Festival. On this special day, I didn't study or do my homework, but instead helped my mother with chores. The two of us cooked delicious food while watching TV.

Just as we were about to eat, my mother suddenly produced a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) from somewhere.

"Come on, it's New Year's Day, Mom is happy, have a drink with Mom," my mother said excitedly.

I was a little surprised, but I didn't refuse my mother. Although I had never drunk alcohol before, I knew that my mother's alcohol tolerance was not high.

"Okay, but I've never drunk alcohol before, so I have to drink slowly, not too fast," my mother agreed.

So, in that warm second-floor room, my mother and I poured each other wine, sipping it slowly.

This was my first time drinking. The wine must have been good; it was very strong. After only a short while, I felt a little dizzy. But seeing my mother's happy expression, I decided to persevere.

I chatted with my mother and watched TV.

Soon, as the clock struck midnight, the bottle was finished.

At that moment, I couldn't hold on any longer. After a dizzying sensation, I finally lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, it was still dark.

My head was throbbing, and I was surrounded by darkness, while firecrackers were going off outside the window.

I then realized that it must be the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Last night, I spent the whole night drinking with my mother, and now… I suddenly realized that I wasn't sleeping in my single bed in my own bedroom, but in my mother's double bed. I

was completely naked, not even wearing underwear.

Where was Mom? The air was filled with her natural scent.

A thought struck me, and I turned my head, and sure enough, I saw my mother sleeping beside me, her shapely body rising and falling rhythmically with her breathing under the covers.

"…"

My mind went completely blank.

I never imagined that the scene I longed for day and night would actually appear before my eyes.

I was instantly excited.

I carefully moved my body closer to my mother.

I could clearly feel that my mother was only wearing a nightgown, without a bra.

As for underwear, I didn't have time to think about it at that time.

How long had it been since I slept in the same bed as my mother? I couldn't remember anymore, probably not long after I started elementary school, I had been sleeping in a separate bed from my mother.

When I touched my mother's bare arm, I dared not think any further, and I couldn't think any further.

An irresistible force instantly took over my brain (later I realized, that was the feeling of being driven mad by lust).

I pulled my mother into the crook of my right arm, and my left hand gently slipped inside my mother's pajamas, gently kneading those full breasts that haunted my dreams.

"Mom... Mom..."

I whispered to my mother.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, my mother slept soundly and didn't wake up immediately. She only nudged my chest and then stopped struggling.

Emboldened, I began to imitate what I'd seen in movies and on television, gently kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and her neck.

At the same time, my left hand slowly pulled down the straps of her nightgown, carefully feeling my mother's breasts and her somewhat firm nipples.

My tall, athletic mother possessed a pair of equally magnificent breasts. I felt that her breasts were full and elastic; when I gently kneaded them, they felt as soft as water, making me hesitant to use force. I could only carefully caress them with my own small, equally delicate hands, occasionally gently flicking her peanut-sized nipples.

In the darkness, my breathing quickened. I felt I should suckle those nipples hard.

"Oh..."

Just as I was immersed in my own happiness, a soft moan escaped my lips. I suddenly realized that my mother, in my arms, had opened her eyes.

My hands froze, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

"Mom..."

I called softly.

"Hmm... What are you doing?"

Waking up in this situation seemed to have surprised my mother as well. She later told me that because we were almost face-to-face in bed, she could clearly feel my breath. At that moment, her mind went blank, and she didn't know how to talk to me.

"I want to nurse,"

I whispered in my mother's ear for some reason.

"Then eat..."

my mother murmured, her tone a mixture of permission, longing, pleading, command, and something else entirely. I couldn't tell.

I didn't understand her meaning, but I obeyed my body's desire, lowering my head and, in the darkness, taking turns placing her already erect nipples into my mouth, gently licking and sucking, careful not to hurt her.

My mother held my head, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

I would occasionally glance up at her, but in the darkness, I couldn't clearly see her expression, only gleaning glimpses from her increasingly tight grip.

Gradually, my courage grew.

I suddenly lifted my head and kissed my mother's soft lips.

My instincts told me that this was the right thing to do.

My mother seemed surprised and somewhat resistant to my actions, her hands weakly pushing against my chest.

But after only a moment's hesitation, she obediently opened her lips.

To my astonishment, I felt her nimble tongue slip into my mouth, chasing my tender tongue, bringing a burning sensation that flowed throughout my body.

This feeling left me completely bewildered.

Only then did I realize how captivating kissing could be, even making my whole body tremble.

I hugged my mother tightly and kissed her.

We quickly became perfectly in sync, our two nimble tongues like two graceful little snakes, intertwining and dancing.

My mother and I exchanged saliva without restraint, entwined together, gently licking every corner of each other's mouths, chasing and playing.

My desire continued to rise, my body pressed incessantly against my mother.

I had almost lost my reason.

My subconscious told me that only my mother's warm body could cool my boiling desire.

Suddenly, my mother rolled over and pinned me beneath her, grabbing my already rock-hard penis.

"Don't move!"

she gasped, telling me to lie down and not move anymore.

Only then did I realize that my mother was already completely naked.

I saw my mother squatting in an odd position above my hips. In the dim light, I could see between her legs; they seemed clean, without the dark patch of pubic hair I had imagined.

Was that my mother's vagina? I wondered to myself.

Before I could think it through, my mother slowly squatted down towards my penis.

A strange sensation spread from the head of my penis, warm, as if breaking through layer after layer of obstacles, reaching all the way to the bottom.

When my mother sat down completely, my penis seemed to be inserted right at the end of her vagina.

I think I understood something.

My mother leaned forward, half-kneeling and resting her head on my chest. I could hear her breathing echoing in my ears.

I could no longer bear it. Waves of pleasure surged from my brain to my limbs, then my limbs gradually weakened, as if all my strength was rapidly converging on my penis. Accompanied by an overwhelming pleasure, an unprecedented surge of heat finally erupted from my penis, spraying into my mother's body.

Seeing my expression, my mother immediately noticed the change.

She lifted herself up, and my rapidly softening penis slid out of her.

"Silly boy..."

my mother patted my belly, murmuring, "Your son has grown up."

I didn't know what to say, so I just lay there dumbly, not moving.

My mother reached for a few tissues at the bedside and handed them to me. "Here, wipe yourself clean."

I said "Okay" and obediently wiped the sticky fluid from my genitals.

I felt embarrassed. Although I felt that perhaps from tonight onwards, my relationship with my mother should be different, I wasn't quite sure what exactly it should be.

"Mom!"

Seeing that my mother had also wiped herself clean with tissues, I called out to her somewhat shyly.

Actually, I wanted to stay in my mother's bed.

After such a night, how could I possibly sleep back in my own single bed?

My mother hesitated for a moment. "Go to sleep, there's a lot to do tomorrow."

I didn't dare say anything more, and lay down obediently on the bed, naked. However, the thought of my mother right beside me warmed my heart again.

"Mom..."

I whispered, "What's wrong?"

"I want to nurse."

My courage grew.

"...Then come and nurse."

My mother seemed to pause for a moment before agreeing, her voice soft.

I happily snuggled into my mother's arms again, took one of her nipples in my mouth, and savored it, gently kneading it with my hands.

My naked penis became erect again, pressing hard against my mother's thigh.

My mother didn't make many movements, just quietly stroking my back.

"Eat...sleep...eat...sleep..."

my mother murmured softly.

Perhaps because I was too tired, I actually fell asleep in my mother's arms.

The next day, I was awakened again by a noisy burst of firecrackers.

Unlike last time, this time it was already broad daylight, and my mother had gotten up sometime earlier to prepare a sumptuous breakfast for me.

I dressed and looked at my mother with a little trepidation.

"What are you looking at? Come and eat!"

my mother said, as usual, a little annoyed.

"Oh..."

I sat down cautiously and began to eat.

Could everything that happened last night have been a dream? I wondered if there was something wrong with my memory.

But last night's dream was so real, so real that I can still recall most of the details.

But if it wasn't a dream, then… Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glance at my mother.

She seemed no different than usual.

Then she turned her head and met my gaze.

"What are you looking at, you brat?"

Under my gaze, her face actually turned red.

I was surprised.

"Mom, you're so beautiful."

Those words slipped out almost without thinking.

My mother immediately looked surprised, and "Smack!"

Immediately afterward, she hit me on the head with her chopsticks. "What are you thinking about, you brat? Eat your food!"

I rubbed my head; it didn't hurt much, but I saw that my mother's face was even redder.

That day, nothing unusual happened between my mother and me.

That evening, my mother's clinic locked itself up early again.

No one seemed to care, as it was Lunar New Year's Day.

But I knew that my relationship with my mother was different now.

After dinner, we watched TV quietly together, neither of us speaking.

My mother held the remote, randomly changing channels. I occasionally stole glances at her, but I couldn't discern anything from her face.

After all, I was just a boy under 15 at the time, unable to understand the feelings of a woman in that situation.

My mother was 35 years old then, the same age I am now.

It wasn't until years later, after I started dating and sleeping with girls of different ages, that I gained a new understanding of my mother's feelings back then.

At that time, as a young girl, I was incapable of any proactive sexual activity with my beloved mother. I believed that everything should be under her control, and indeed, that was the case.

It happened around 9 PM. My mother had already gotten up to wash up in the bathroom, while I remained sitting foolishly on the sofa watching TV.

Perhaps it was a sixth sense telling me something was about to happen; I was restless on the sofa.

I kept glancing up at the bathroom, listening to the rushing water, feeling a tingling, itchy sensation, as if a thousand ants were crawling all over my heart.

My penis was already erect, hard and uncomfortable inside my underwear.

I don't know how much time passed, but my mother, as usual, came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white bath towel. "I'm done,"

my mother's voice sounded a little slow. "Go take a shower."

I said "Okay," feeling as if my mother's gaze was fixed on me. I didn't dare meet her eyes and hurriedly went into the bathroom.

The bathroom seemed to still hold my mother's scent, which aroused my penis.

I gasped for breath, finally managing to calm down.

As if possessed, I didn't lock the bathroom door from the inside as I usually did. Maybe…maybe my mother hadn't locked it either? I didn't dare think any further.

As I undressed, the warm water flowing from the showerhead, combined with my erect penis, gave me a renewed urge to release.

I had masturbated before, but the sensation was nothing compared to what my mother had given me the night before.

Suddenly, I didn't want to masturbate anymore.

Facing the bathroom mirror, looking at my erect penis, I vigorously rubbed my skin, as if trying to release all my pent-up desire onto the washcloth.

Just as I was releasing in the bathroom, something unexpected happened.

The bathroom light suddenly went out.

I froze, the room instantly pitch black.

"This isn't a power outage."

I quickly determined that it wasn't a power outage because I could hear the television outside.

My mother seemed to still be watching TV, which meant it wasn't a power outage.

"Could the light bulb be broken?"

Just as I was wondering, the bathroom door opened, and in the dim light of the television, I saw my mother walk in.

"Mom..."

I noticed something was wrong with my mother, but when she got close enough, I realized she was completely naked.

I was stunned.

I had never seen my mother like this before.

I even forgot to ask her why the bathroom and living room lights were off.

"Turn around,"

my mother commanded, her voice trembling.

I didn't quite understand why, but my body still turned around reflexively.

Perhaps it was only a few seconds, but to me, it felt like an eternity.

I felt my mother's soft hands on my back, but they didn't linger long; they quickly moved past my armpits to my chest.

Then, my mother's hot body pressed against mine, tightly against my back.

In those few seconds, I could clearly feel my mother's nipples rubbing and brushing against my chest.

I seemed to realize something, and my hands suddenly reached behind me, grabbing my mother's firm, round buttocks.

I never imagined that my mother's body, which I had longed for day and night, would come to me like this, and not in the somewhat coincidental darkness of last night, but right before my eyes.

I lost control of my body; the energy that had been building up inside me began to erupt uncontrollably.

My mother immediately noticed the change in my body. She knelt down and grabbed my ejaculating penis from behind, gently kneading it, which made my ejaculation even more intense, wave after wave, seemingly endless.

I don't know how much time passed before I finally came to my senses from the pleasure of ejaculation.

I couldn't see my mother's expression, but I felt incredibly embarrassed by my behavior.

"What a silly little thing,"

my mother said, standing up with a light laugh. "Are you clean? Dry yourself off quickly and come with me."

I didn't dare say anything more, just nodded and grabbed a towel to roughly dry myself. My mother then led me out.

Holding her soft hand, I felt a little dizzy and was led into the bedroom in a daze.

Without exchanging many words, my mother and I immediately became intimate on the bed. We kissed deeply, and when my mother's erect nipples brushed against my body, I felt a shiver run down my spine.

This intoxicated me, and our bodies quickly became intertwined.

Without much tenderness, my erect penis smoothly entered my mother's body.

Only then did I realize she was already very wet.

Unlike last night, this time I was on top, and she was on the bottom.

My mother's legs were gently parted, spread on either side of my body.

Again, unlike last night, I deeply experienced that feeling of pleasure, as if I were ascending to heaven.

As a boy, my penis was extremely sensitive. I felt that my mother's moist vagina wasn't very tight, but it wrapped around me in just the right amount of gentle, tight pressure, creating an intoxicating sensation.

I began to thrust forcefully, as if I had never been taught. In the darkness, I heard her breathing heavily, which made me, with almost zero experience, feel uneasy.

Just as I decided to slow down, I suddenly felt a violent contraction deep inside her, like a hand gripping my glans.

How could a boy possibly endure such stimulation? I ejaculated violently, my body pressed tightly against my mother's, wishing I could crush her in my arms.

The climax didn't last very long, yet it felt like an eternity.

This is what sex feels like… I thought to myself.

I rolled over and slid off my mother's body, my wet penis slipping out of her vagina.

This might not have been the most intense sex, but it was definitely the most psychologically stimulating.

After this incestuous act, my mother and I, both of us pinned beneath me, were drenched in sweat.

Perhaps because I ejaculated so quickly, my mother began to comfort me with her usual experience, telling me that boys usually ejaculate very quickly the first time, and that I shouldn't worry about it.

Perhaps it was the fatigue from ejaculating repeatedly in such a short time that I fell asleep, caressing my mother's full breasts.

When I woke up again, it was around 7 a.m., and the sky was already beginning to lighten.

I was still in my mother's arms.

Only then, in the sunlight, could I see my mother's body clearly.

Her full breasts showed no signs of sagging even when she was lying flat; they felt plump and soft to the touch. Her nipples were deep red, large, like two beautiful agates, and felt hard as I ran them across my palm.

I was immediately aroused, and my penis became erect again.

I nestled against my mother's chest, savoring her full breasts, sucking on one before moving on to the other, my saliva glistening on her beautiful nipples.

My actions woke her.

I saw her eyes were misty, and she gently stroked my hair, "Eat, eat..."

After a short while, I climbed onto her body and entered her vagina again.

Her vagina was still as warm and moist as the night before, tightly enveloping my penis.

I looked down and saw that her pubic hair was thick but neat. My still somewhat immature penis moved in and out between her slightly reddened labia, enveloped in her white fluid, incredibly stimulating.

Perhaps because of the repeated ejaculation, I lasted a long time this time, about ten minutes before finally ejaculating.

As before, my body pressed firmly against my mother's, and I ejaculated as much semen as possible deep into her body.

My mother seemed quite satisfied. As I lay flat on the bed, wanting to rest, she rolled over, resting her head on my shoulder, her hands gently caressing my body.

Looking at my mother, I couldn't help but lower my head, kissing her forehead and cheeks while caressing her breasts.

Perhaps my kisses tickled her, for she laughed, pushed my head away, sat up, straddled my waist, lowered her head, and kissed my lips.

I passively endured my mother's kiss, feeling somewhat helpless. Her tongue immediately entered my mouth, and I instantly recalled that dark night two days ago. I had also extended my tongue, gently nibbling at her incomparable tongue, softly sucking and licking it, while caressing her tongue with the tip of my own, swallowing the fragrant saliva she offered.

My eyes widened as I noticed my mother's eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed, and her full breasts were hanging heavily against my chest.

I reached out and tightly grasped my mother's breasts, kneading them somewhat forcefully.

My mother pressed my hand even harder against her breasts.

Our breathing quickened, and I felt a little breathless. The feeling of oxygen deprivation made me bite my mother's tongue slightly harder, and the pain made her release her grip immediately.

She straightened up, grinning in a daze, indicating that I had hurt her, but then she pursed her lips and kissed me, hinting at my lips.

In that instant, I accurately deciphered that silent hint and slipped my tongue into my mother's mouth.

To my surprise, my mother's sucking was more greedy and fierce than mine, until I felt pain and couldn't help but cry out, but she still kept sucking, only loosening her grip slightly.

"Mom... Mom..."

"Mmm... Mmm..."

In our intense kiss, we were both moaning incoherently.

And then, without me noticing, I got an erection again.

Just as I was about to roll over and pin my mother beneath me again, she told me to lie still.

I saw my mother begin to gently kiss my body, then slowly mount me, taking my penis into her.

My mother moved gently; unlike the impulsive pleasure I felt, her slow movements and controlled rhythm made me feel comfortable, and her slight forward lean made it easy for me to touch her breasts.

She gently asked me if it felt good.

I said yes, it felt like I was ascending to heaven, like being in paradise.

My mother seemed excited to hear this, but tried her best to control the rhythm of her thrusts.

I also tried my best to enjoy my mother's control.

And so, it seemed like we were thrusting for a long time, both enjoying the pleasure of mother-son intimacy, until much later when I finally ejaculated inside my mother.

That's basically the story of my mother and me.

After that, my mother and I had sex many more times, and our relationship evolved from simple intercourse to mutual oral sex. During my summer vacation when I was 17 and in my second year of high school, I even penetrated my mother's anus.

All of this made our already inseparable bond even stronger, and we became even more devoted to each other.

Of course, that's a story for later.

During this time, I slowly realized that my incestuous relationship with my mother was something that couldn't be made public. In the future, no matter what, my only path was to marry another woman and eventually leave my mother completely.

Later, I was admitted to university, and I realized that going abroad might be the only way for my mother and me to live together openly.

So, I studied even harder, successfully passed the entrance exam, and went abroad. My mother, using her status as a migrant worker, also eventually came to live with me.

For this, we even changed our ethnicity and my mother's age.

And so, we finally began a completely new life in a foreign land…

Postscript:

This wasn't originally intended as a smutty story, so there's very little explicit content. To be precise, this is a short story adapted from a true story that happened to someone I know.

When I was young, the father of one of my childhood friends died on the side of a very busy road because of alcoholism. When he was found, his body had already been crushed into pieces by passing heavy trucks. And his family was indeed Hui.

In my memory, his mother, the woman I called Auntie, was very beautiful and never remarried.

Back then, I often went to their family clinic.

One day in junior high, he suddenly said to me mysteriously, "So-and-so, do you know what a woman is?"

I was completely confused and ignored this weirdo.

At that time, I was completely focused on the soccer field, sweating it out with my friends every day.

But his words remained etched in my mind.

Until one day in high school, when a bunch of us boys were discussing girls, seeing his disdainful expression, I suddenly remembered his words and his beautiful mother, and suddenly it dawned on me.

Later, I heard that this guy dropped out of college but passed the TOEFL and GRE exams, went to faraway America, and became the enviable "other people's child." His mother, through various means, even inexplicably changing her ethnic identity, left China.

At this moment, when I recalled what he had whispered to me in junior high, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions...

Although there was no direct evidence to prove his relationship with his mother, in my opinion, these things were not important. What was important was that I firmly believed his mother and he truly loved each other, and perhaps that was what truly mattered to them.

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