Ethics in poor families

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Children from poor families mature early and become independent early. The environment and monotonous life at home taught me how to find the true meaning of love! That was a long time ago, and I can only vaguely recall its existence. Is the vague the most beautiful? Perhaps not! But it is certainly the most unforgettable.

In my memory, I have a deep affection for my mother. However, it was just a pure son's love for his mother. My parents only had me as their son. Because my family was poor when I was young, the three of us lived in a house of less than 40 square meters. Perhaps it's natural that mothers and sons have a better bond. In comparison, my father was much less affectionate towards me than my mother.

My mother married my penniless father when she was seventeen. It is said that although my father was poor at the time, he treated my mother very well. From the time I was born the following year until I am now seventeen, the family's environment has not improved much. However, since I was six or seven years old, my father has become addicted to drinking. For more than ten years, my father has been drinking every day, and his concern for my mother and me has become less and less. The biggest harm is the physical problems caused by drinking and the direct impact on his relationship with my mother, which I only learned later.

My mother's name is Lin Min. She is not tall, but she has a good figure and regular features. Most importantly, she has very good skin and a fair complexion. Although she is thirty-four years old now, her skin has not changed at all and she has a very feminine charm.

My father was always drunk, and he would usually yell at us. If anything displeased him, he would shout at my mother and me. At these times, I hated my father the most. My mother would then hold me tightly or quietly finish the housework, and then settle my drunken father down to sleep. I would sit with her at the dinner table, watching her study. At those moments, I felt immense respect and love for my mother, and I secretly vowed to study hard so that I could give her a better life someday. These things happened when I was six or seven, or even thirteen or fourteen.

The most memorable event, which changed my feelings towards my mother, happened in the winter when I was thirteen. Because my family was poor, I had always slept in the same bed as my parents. Ever since I was seven or eight years old and vaguely understood things between men and women, I often felt my parents doing "that" while I was sleeping. But I didn't deliberately listen or observe. I thought that as a son, I should avoid what my parents did! But I often felt the bed shaking while I was sleeping, and hearing that sound so often naturally aroused that desire. At the time, my mindset was absolutely normal, and I would never have imagined having that kind of desire for my mother…

But one winter night, I was awakened again by that familiar shaking of the bed. I quietly opened my eyes; it was pitch black all around. I felt my father pressing down on my mother, his body rising and falling, his breathing labored. My mother whispered, “Gently.” "Don't wake Aping."
My father didn't seem to speak, but continued to move. At this moment, I heard my mother make an unintentional "humming" sound, but after a while, the movement and sound stopped. After a while, I only heard my mother sobbing and saying, "Are you not able to do it again? If so, you should drink less alcohol in the future, okay? It's good for your health." My father still didn't speak. He seemed to sigh and rolled off my mother. After a while, he fell asleep and started snoring.

I hid under the covers, pretending to be asleep. A long time had passed, but I could sense that my mother was still awake. She lay between my father and me, and it seemed her hands were trembling on her body. A few minutes later, I suddenly felt a hand touch my leg. I froze, thinking, "Could it be my mother?" I didn't know what to do. I could only continue pretending to be asleep. The hand lingered on my body for a while, then began to move downwards. Although I had been woken up by my parents' actions, my penis was still limp. The hand stroked my stomach for a while. I could feel that it was my mother's hand; it was soft. I knew my father's hands weren't that soft.

The moment her fingertips touched my penis, I felt a chill run down my spine. A jolt of electricity shot through my body. The worst part was that I had to pretend to be asleep. My mother's hand gripped my penis completely and slowly began to stroke it. I couldn't hold back any longer; my penis was getting hard again. My mother probably hadn't expected my penis to be so big when erect. She just stood there, holding it motionless, while I anxiously waited for her to stop. Sure enough, after a while… "Son," Mom started moving again, and I could clearly feel her touching herself. After less than two minutes, she sped up, and I felt a burning sensation in my lower body. My glans went numb, and a thick stream of semen shot directly into my underwear. At the time, I didn't know why Mom was doing this. Later, I learned that when Mom was about to climax, Dad couldn't finish, and this was the most painful moment for her. So, without realizing it, she touched me beside her, and as she sped up, she also masturbated to orgasm. I pretended not to wake up at the time and fell asleep after a while.

I slept very soundly that night. When I woke up the next day, my parents were already up. I pretended not to know anything, got up, took a shower, changed my pants, and secretly observed my mother while eating breakfast. I noticed that her complexion was particularly rosy and she looked even more charming today. However, when she saw me, her eyes seemed to be avoiding mine, perhaps because she felt guilty. My feelings for my mother began to change a little. When I had the chance to get closer to my mother, I found that I was slowly falling in love with her. I had only ever had that feeling for female classmates before.

For the next two months, life went on the same way. Every two or three days, when my parents did that kind of thing, I would also have an orgasm. But whether we knew it or not, neither of us said anything. But the good times didn't last long. I don't know if my dad sensed something or if he thought I was almost fourteen and should sleep separately, but he found a corner next to our bed and squeezed out a space to set up a bed for me... From then on, I could only listen to the familiar shaking of that bed and suffer from insomnia time and time again... Meanwhile, my love for my mom grew stronger every day... I

endured this for four years, and then I turned seventeen. One summer night, my mom and I were waiting for my dad to have dinner, but he never came. Just when we were about to go to sleep, one of his friends came and said that my dad had drunk too much and wouldn't be coming home. My mom locked the door, and we each went to sleep in our own beds.

Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep, not just because of the heat, but I think my mother felt the same way. I heard her tossing and turning several times. Finally, I decided to be bold and said softly, "Mom, I can't sleep. Can I sleep in your bed?"

"Silly boy, what seventeen-year-old boy still sleeps with his mother?"

"No! I haven't slept with Mom in a long time. I want to sleep with Mom tonight!" Without waiting for my mother's approval, I jumped into her bed.

My mother smiled gently and helplessly, "Alright, Ping'er, go to sleep early!" She then pulled the thin blanket covering herself over me and placed it across my stomach, patting me to let me sleep.

Lying beside my mother, the moonlight from the window dimly shone on us. She was only wearing summer pajamas, which, though hazy, couldn't completely conceal her slender yet voluptuous figure, and the fragrance that kept wafting into my nose. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to do anything to her, even though she was lying right next to me. I could only close my eyes again and imagine myself falling asleep.

I persisted like this for about half an hour. My mother probably thought I had fallen asleep. She turned over and hugged me, gently stroking my body with her hands. I could feel that she was very emotional and absorbed. She treated me completely as another man, not her son. When my mother's hand touched my penis again, I was already fully erect. She probably sensed something and stopped abruptly, but I couldn't suppress the desire in my heart. I mustered up my courage, turned around and hugged my mother tightly, then rolled over and pressed myself against her. I was extremely excited and leaned down to kiss my mother's lips.

My mother was momentarily stunned by the sudden situation, but quickly realized what was happening. She pushed me off her and said, "Ping'er, what are you doing?"

"Mom, I like you, I really like you."

"Silly boy, I like you too, but you can't do this. I'm your mother!"

"No, Mom, I've liked you ever since you touched my body four years ago. I dream of loving you like Dad does someday."

"You...you...know all that? But...but..."

"Mom, I know, I know Dad wasn't good to you, so I want to be a man, to love you properly, Mom..."

Mom suddenly cried. Seeing her cry, I quickly said, "Mom, don't cry, it's Ping'er's fault, Ping'er shouldn't have done that to Mom..."

But Mom said, "No, Ping'er, you're seventeen now, a sensible young man. Mom believes..." "I believe you. Listen to what Mom has to say. Your dad's health is really bad from drinking. He can only last a few strokes each time we do 'that.' Mom...unintentionally...held you one time...but...was very satisfied, and then I couldn't control myself. Can you forgive Mom?"

I didn't expect my mother to say this, so I quickly said, "Of course, Mom, I really love you so much. From now on, let me treat you well..."

"But, but we're mother and son, how can you do this?"

"Mom, don't take this so seriously. As long as you're happy and know that your son loves you deeply, that's enough!" After saying that, I kissed my mother's lips again. This time, my mother didn't run away, and I pressed my lips to hers. I gently sucked on her lips and tentatively put my tongue in, but my mother still wouldn't loosen her teeth. I thought that only by arousing her desire could I suppress her reason, so I hugged my mother even more frantically and roughly put my hand into my mother's pajamas. Who knew that my mother would react this time.

I realized I couldn't be so restrained; I should be more forceful. My mother might forget we were mother and son more easily, and it would arouse her desire more readily. Without a word, I ripped off my mother's nightgown. Now, she was lying beneath me wearing only underwear and a bra.

"No...no...Ping'er, don't...don't do this..."

But my mother's resistance was useless. I had already torn off her bra and thrown it on the ground... In the moonlight, my mother's breasts looked particularly delicate. Although slightly saggy, they were still full and white. I suppressed my impulse, barely daring to breathe. I pressed my face against my mother's breasts, and I smelled the scent of a mature woman. The unique scent of her body... I took her nipple into my mouth, first lingering on it with the tip of my tongue, slowly feeling it harden. I kneaded her other breast in my hand. "Oh..." The feeling was so good...

Then I pressed my lips to my mother's. She closed her eyes. I pressed myself against her, our lips touching, silently facing each other. Suddenly, she took a deep breath... Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I felt a smooth, sweet taste enter. I quickly moved my tongue in return. When I touched my mother's tongue, she pulled it back, which only fueled my excitement. I pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth and finally touched it. It was sweet, and we sucked on it sweetly, our tongues intertwined...
Suddenly ... My mother gently bit my tongue, and I realized I had to do something. I reached down to her panties, placing my palm on her genitals. Even through the panties, I could feel something soft, a high bulge. I started searching for the opening with my fingers (but I'd never been with a woman before), but I couldn't find it anywhere. I just felt the panties were damp. My mother wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head to her lips. I'll never forget the loving look in her eyes and her flushed cheeks. She whispered in my ear, "Take it off..." I pulled on my mother's underwear, and she lifted her buttocks slightly. I stepped on her underwear and pulled it down... I

pressed myself against my naked mother, my penis already hard and throbbing. There was a warm feeling, but I didn't know where to begin. I frantically touched my mother's body, my fingers trying to find the place where I was born in the hairy area, but something felt off. It turned out that my mother's legs were deliberately teasing me, not fully separated. I tried hard to spread my mother's legs apart, and seeing my anxious look, my mother suddenly burst out laughing. She pushed me off, and I panicked, thinking my mother was going to change her mind…

My mother sat up, her beautiful breasts clearly visible in the sunlight. Suddenly, she reached out and touched my erect penis, which was already bulging out of my underwear. Her hand gently pressed against my penis outside my underwear, and I felt it throbbing. Perhaps my mother hadn't expected my penis to be so hard and swollen. She was so big! She put her hand inside my underwear, and when her hand clearly touched my penis, I closed my eyes. I really couldn't imagine it, I couldn't bear to look. I was actually with my mother… her, her hand… "Oh…" My mother's hand grasped my penis and gently stroked it inside my underwear. I couldn't take it anymore, I immediately felt like I was going to ejaculate… "Oh… Mom… um…"

"Ping'er, I… do we really have to take this step?" My mother suddenly stopped what she was doing.

"Mom… no, Xiaomin, don't think about it anymore, come on…"

"Ping'er, but… won't you regret it? We are mother and son after all, and there's also Dad…"

"Xiaomin, let's not worry about all this now, okay? I'll treat you well from now on. Think about what happened between you and Dad, think about the future..."

Perhaps this tactic worked. Mom suddenly stopped talking. She suddenly seemed like a different person. She gently pushed me down onto the bed. I lay flat on the bed, and Mom sat between my legs and started to take off my underwear. When my underwear was completely pulled off, my penis stood erect. Mom reached out and grabbed it, squeezing it occasionally. My glans was engorged and shiny. My mother stared at my glans, then lowered her head and took it into her mouth. The moment my glans was enveloped by her lips, the feeling was indescribable; excitement quickly spread throughout my body… What followed made my whole body tremble. My mother gently rubbed the tip of her tongue against the glans and the crown of my penis, circling it again and again, then took it all in her mouth and began to tease it. I could clearly feel the glans touching her throat… I would occasionally straighten my legs to express my pleasure, but the pleasure came in waves. My mother gently licked the tip of my penis with the tip of her tongue, then lightly rubbed it with her teeth…

I touched my mother's breasts and whispered incoherently, “Mom… Xiaomin, I… I can’t take it anymore… Hurry, I want… I want it inside…” Perhaps my mother knew I was about to ejaculate if this continued, so she stopped licking my penis with her tongue and brought her mouth to mine. I sucked hard on the tongue that had just licked my penis… I was still lying flat, and I saw my mother straddle me, holding my penis with both hands, and slowly sitting down in front of her vagina. I felt my glans first in a tight, narrow, wet… At the entrance, Mom's entire buttocks sank down, and the entire penis went in. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Her eyes were closed, her teeth clenched, and she felt an unprecedented, overwhelming satisfaction. Her son's thick penis was fully inserted into her vagina, the glistening glans reaching the very back of her vagina… Perhaps Mom wanted to experience that penetration again, because she lifted her buttocks completely. I felt a wave of emptiness—no, I placed my hands on Mom's slender, delicate shoulders, trying to press her down, but Mom had already straightened my penis and positioned it against her vagina before sitting down. This time, it was much smoother than before…

My mother sat on me, her buttocks rising and falling repeatedly, filling the room with the beautiful "sizzling" sounds of intercourse. Lying beneath her, I was overwhelmed by the pleasure, almost to the point of tears. I longed to see her eyes, to see her expression, but her eyes remained closed, her face contorted with ecstasy. I couldn't bear to call out to her, but I was about to climax... I felt my thighs and the bed completely soaked. Then I felt my mother's vagina contract. She slowed her movements, her hips grinding deeply from side to side. I guessed she was experiencing that pleasurable orgasm. I whispered, "Mom... I... I'm so happy, I'm going to cum..." Mom placed her hands on my chest, her fingers gently playing with my nipples, her eyes gazing at me affectionately. She then lifted her buttocks a few times. I stared at Mom, reached out and pinched her breasts, thinking about everything between us. A surge of heat rushed from my feet to my whole body, my buttocks tingled, my penis throbbed, and my glans tingled. The semen I had endured for seventeen years finally shot out in waves into Mom's vagina...

Children from poor families mature early and become independent early. The environment at home and the monotonous life taught me how to find the true meaning of love! ~That was a long time ago, and I can only trace its vague existence through my memories! Is the blurry the most beautiful? Maybe not! But it is definitely the most unforgettable!

In my memory, I have a deep affection for my mother. However, it is just a pure son's affection for his mother. Because my parents only have me as their son, and because my family was relatively poor when I was young, the three of us lived in a house of less than 40 square meters. Perhaps it is natural that mothers and sons have a better relationship. So, compared to my mother, my father was much less affectionate towards me.

My mother married my penniless father when she was seventeen. It is said that although my father was poor at the time, he treated my mother very well. From the time I was born the following year until I am now seventeen, the family's environment has not improved much. However, since I was six or seven years old, my father has become addicted to drinking. For more than ten years, my father has been drinking every day, and his concern for my mother and me has become less and less. The biggest harm is the physical problems caused by drinking and the direct impact on his relationship with my mother, which I only learned later.

My mother's name is Lin Min. She is not tall, but she has a good figure and regular features. Most importantly, she has very good skin and a fair complexion. Although she is thirty-four years old now, her skin has not changed at all and she has a very feminine charm.

My father was always drunk, and he would usually yell at us. If anything displeased him, he would shout at my mother and me. At these times, I hated my father the most. My mother would then hold me tightly or quietly finish the housework, and then settle my drunken father down to sleep. I would sit with her at the dinner table, watching her study. At those moments, I felt immense respect and love for my mother, and I secretly vowed to study hard so that I could give her a better life someday. These things happened when I was six or seven, or even thirteen or fourteen.

The most memorable event, which changed my feelings towards my mother, happened in the winter when I was thirteen. Because my family was poor, I had always slept in the same bed as my parents. Ever since I was seven or eight years old and vaguely understood things between men and women, I often felt my parents doing "that" while I was sleeping. But I didn't deliberately listen or observe. I thought that as a son, I should avoid what my parents did! But I often felt the bed shaking while I was sleeping, and hearing that sound so often naturally aroused that desire. At the time, my mindset was absolutely normal, and I would never have imagined having that kind of desire for my mother…

But one winter night, I was awakened again by that familiar shaking of the bed. I quietly opened my eyes; it was pitch black all around. I felt my father pressing down on my mother, his body rising and falling, his breathing labored. My mother whispered, “Gently.” "Don't wake Aping."
My father didn't seem to speak, but continued to move. At this moment, I heard my mother make an unintentional "humming" sound, but after a while, the movement and sound stopped. After a while, I only heard my mother sobbing and saying, "Are you not able to do it again? If so, you should drink less alcohol in the future, okay? It's good for your health." My father still didn't speak. He seemed to sigh and rolled off my mother. After a while, he fell asleep and started snoring.

I hid under the covers, pretending to be asleep. A long time had passed, but I could sense that my mother was still awake. She lay between my father and me, and it seemed her hands were trembling on her body. A few minutes later, I suddenly felt a hand touch my leg. I froze, thinking, "Could it be my mother?" I didn't know what to do. I could only continue pretending to be asleep. The hand lingered on my body for a while, then began to move downwards. Although I had been woken up by my parents' actions, my penis was still limp. The hand stroked my stomach for a while. I could feel that it was my mother's hand; it was soft. I knew my father's hands weren't that soft.

The moment her fingertips touched my penis, I felt a chill run down my spine. A jolt of electricity shot through my body. The worst part was that I had to pretend to be asleep. My mother's hand gripped my penis completely and slowly began to stroke it. I couldn't hold back any longer; my penis was getting hard again. My mother probably hadn't expected my penis to be so big when erect. She just stood there, holding it motionless, while I anxiously waited for her to stop. Sure enough, after a while… "Son," Mom started moving again, and I could clearly feel her touching herself. After less than two minutes, she sped up, and I felt a burning sensation in my lower body. My glans went numb, and a thick stream of semen shot directly into my underwear. At the time, I didn't know why Mom was doing this. Later, I learned that when Mom was about to climax, Dad couldn't finish, and this was the most painful moment for her. So, without realizing it, she touched me beside her, and as she sped up, she also masturbated to orgasm. I pretended not to wake up at the time and fell asleep after a while.

I slept very soundly that night. When I woke up the next day, my parents were already up. I pretended not to know anything, got up, took a shower, changed my pants, and secretly observed my mother while eating breakfast. I noticed that her complexion was particularly rosy and she looked even more charming today. However, when she saw me, her eyes seemed to be avoiding mine, perhaps because she felt guilty. My feelings for my mother began to change a little. When I had the chance to get closer to my mother, I found that I was slowly falling in love with her. I had only ever had that feeling for female classmates before.

For the next two months, life went on the same way. Every two or three days, when my parents did that kind of thing, I would also have an orgasm. But whether we knew it or not, neither of us said anything. But the good times didn't last long. I don't know if my dad sensed something or if he thought I was almost fourteen and should sleep separately, but he found a corner next to our bed and squeezed out a space to set up a bed for me... From then on, I could only listen to the familiar shaking of that bed and suffer from insomnia time and time again... Meanwhile, my love for my mom grew stronger every day... I

endured this for four years, and then I turned seventeen. One summer night, my mom and I were waiting for my dad to have dinner, but he never came. Just when we were about to go to sleep, one of his friends came and said that my dad had drunk too much and wouldn't be coming home. My mom locked the door, and we each went to sleep in our own beds.

Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep, not just because of the heat, but I think my mother felt the same way. I heard her tossing and turning several times. Finally, I decided to be bold and said softly, "Mom, I can't sleep. Can I sleep in your bed?"

"Silly boy, what seventeen-year-old boy still sleeps with his mother?"

"No! I haven't slept with Mom in a long time. I want to sleep with Mom tonight!" Without waiting for my mother's approval, I jumped into her bed.

My mother smiled gently and helplessly, "Alright, Ping'er, go to sleep early!" She then pulled the thin blanket covering herself over me and placed it across my stomach, patting me to let me sleep.

Lying beside my mother, the moonlight from the window dimly shone on us. She was only wearing summer pajamas, which, though hazy, couldn't completely conceal her slender yet voluptuous figure, and the fragrance that kept wafting into my nose. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to do anything to her, even though she was lying right next to me. I could only close my eyes again and imagine myself falling asleep.

I persisted like this for about half an hour. My mother probably thought I had fallen asleep. She turned over and hugged me, gently stroking my body with her hands. I could feel that she was very emotional and absorbed. She treated me completely as another man, not her son. When my mother's hand touched my penis again, I was already fully erect. She probably sensed something and stopped abruptly, but I couldn't suppress the desire in my heart. I mustered up my courage, turned around and hugged my mother tightly, then rolled over and pressed myself against her. I was extremely excited and leaned down to kiss my mother's lips.

My mother was momentarily stunned by the sudden situation, but quickly realized what was happening. She hurriedly pushed me off her, saying, "Ping'er, what are you doing?"

"Mom, I like you, I really like you."

"Silly son, I like you too, but you can't do this. I'm your mother!"

"No, Mom, I've liked you ever since you touched my body four years ago. I dream of loving you like Dad does."

"You...you...know all that? But...but..."

"Mom, I know, I know Dad hasn't been good to you, so I want to be a man and love you properly, Mom..."

Mom suddenly burst into tears. Seeing her cry, I quickly said, "Mom, don't cry, it's Ping'er's fault, Ping'er shouldn't have treated Mom like that..."

But Mom said, "No, Ping'er, you're seventeen now, a sensible young man. Mom believes..." "I believe you. Listen to what Mom has to say. Your dad's health is really bad from drinking. He can only last a few strokes each time we do 'that.' Mom...unintentionally...held you one time...but...was very satisfied, and then I couldn't control myself. Can you forgive Mom?"

I didn't expect my mother to say this, so I quickly said, "Of course, Mom, I really love you so much. From now on, let me treat you well..."

"But, but we're mother and son, how can you do this?"

"Mom, don't take this so seriously. As long as you're happy and know that your son loves you deeply, that's enough!" After saying that, I kissed my mother's lips again. This time, my mother didn't run away, and I pressed my lips to hers. I gently sucked on her lips and tentatively put my tongue in, but my mother still wouldn't loosen her teeth. I thought that only by arousing her desire could I suppress her reason, so I hugged my mother even more frantically and roughly put my hand into my mother's pajamas. Who knew that my mother would react this time.

I realized I couldn't be so restrained; I should be more forceful. My mother might forget we were mother and son more easily, and it would arouse her desire more readily. Without a word, I ripped off my mother's nightgown. Now, she was lying beneath me wearing only underwear and a bra.

"No...no...Ping'er, don't...don't do this..."

But my mother's resistance was useless. I had already torn off her bra and thrown it on the ground... In the moonlight, my mother's breasts looked particularly delicate. Although slightly saggy, they were still full and white. I suppressed my impulse, barely daring to breathe. I pressed my face against my mother's breasts, and I smelled the scent of a mature woman. The unique scent of her body... I took her nipple into my mouth, first lingering on it with the tip of my tongue, slowly feeling it harden. I kneaded her other breast in my hand. "Oh..." The feeling was so good...

Then I pressed my lips to my mother's. She closed her eyes. I pressed myself against her, our lips touching, silently facing each other. Suddenly, she took a deep breath... Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I felt a smooth, sweet taste enter. I quickly moved my tongue in return. When I touched my mother's tongue, she pulled it back, which only fueled my excitement. I pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth and finally touched it. It was sweet, and we sucked on it sweetly, our tongues intertwined...
Suddenly ... My mother gently bit my tongue, and I realized I had to do something. I reached down to her panties, placing my palm on her genitals. Even through the panties, I could feel something soft, a high bulge. I started searching for the opening with my fingers (but I'd never been with a woman before), but I couldn't find it anywhere. I just felt the panties were damp. My mother wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head to her lips. I'll never forget the loving look in her eyes and her flushed cheeks. She whispered in my ear, "Take it off..." I pulled on my mother's underwear, and she lifted her buttocks slightly. I stepped on her underwear and pulled it down... I

pressed myself against my naked mother, my penis already hard and throbbing. There was a warm feeling, but I didn't know where to begin. I frantically touched my mother's body, my fingers trying to find the place where I was born in the hairy area, but something felt off. It turned out that my mother's legs were deliberately teasing me, not fully separated. I tried hard to spread my mother's legs apart, and seeing my anxious look, my mother suddenly burst out laughing. She pushed me off, and I panicked, thinking my mother was going to change her mind…

My mother sat up, her beautiful breasts clearly visible in the sunlight. Suddenly, she reached out and touched my erect penis, which was already bulging out of my underwear. Her hand gently pressed against my penis outside my underwear, and I felt it throbbing. Perhaps my mother hadn't expected my penis to be so hard and swollen. She was so big! She put her hand inside my underwear, and when her hand clearly touched my penis, I closed my eyes. I really couldn't imagine it, I couldn't bear to look. I was actually with my mother… her, her hand… "Oh…" My mother's hand grasped my penis and gently stroked it inside my underwear. I couldn't take it anymore, I immediately felt like I was going to ejaculate… "Oh… Mom… um…"

"Ping'er, I… do we really have to take this step?" My mother suddenly stopped what she was doing.

"Mom… no, Xiaomin, don't think about it anymore, come on…"

"Ping'er, but… won't you regret it? We are mother and son after all, and there's also Dad…"

"Xiaomin, let's not worry about all this now, okay? I'll treat you well from now on. Think about what happened between you and Dad, think about the future..."

Perhaps this tactic worked. Mom suddenly stopped talking. She suddenly seemed like a different person. She gently pushed me down onto the bed. I lay flat on the bed, and Mom sat between my legs and started to take off my underwear. When my underwear was completely pulled off, my penis stood erect. Mom reached out and grabbed it, squeezing it occasionally. My glans was engorged and shiny. My mother stared at my glans, then lowered her head and took it into her mouth. The moment her lips enveloped it, the feeling was indescribable; excitement surged through my entire body… What followed made me tremble even more. My mother gently traced circles on the glans and the crown of my penis with the tip of her tongue, then took it all in and began to tease it with her mouth. I could clearly feel the glans touching her throat… I repeatedly stretched my legs to express my pleasure, but the pleasure came in waves. My mother even gently traced the urethral opening on the glans with the tip of her tongue, then lightly rubbed it with her teeth…

I touched my mother's breasts, stammering softly, "Mom... Xiaomin, I... I can't take it anymore... Hurry, I want... I want it inside me..." Perhaps my mother knew I was about to ejaculate if this continued, so she stopped using her tongue and brought her mouth to mine again. I sucked hard on her tongue, which had just rested on my penis... I remained lying flat, and I saw my mother straddling me, her hands guiding my penis, aligning it with her own vulva. Dao slowly sat down. I felt my glans first enter a tight, narrow, wet opening. Then, my mother's entire buttocks sank down, and my entire penis went in. I heard my mother let out a soft moan of pleasure. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and felt an immense satisfaction she had never experienced before. Her son's thick penis was fully inserted into her vagina, the glistening glans reaching all the way to the very back of her vagina... Perhaps my mother wanted to experience that again. The sensation of penetration... she actually lifted her entire buttocks, and I felt a wave of emptiness. No, I placed my hands on my mother's slender, delicate shoulders, trying to press her down, but she had already straightened my penis and aligned it with her vagina before sitting down. This time it was much smoother than before...

My mother sat on top of me, repeatedly lifting and lowering her buttocks, the room filled with the beautiful "sizzling" sounds of intercourse. Lying beneath my mother, I was overwhelmed by that pleasure... Fu was almost in tears. I wanted to see my mother's eyes and expression at this moment. But my mother's eyes were still closed, and her face was distorted by pleasure. I couldn't bear to call her name at this moment, but I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to ejaculate... I felt my thighs and the bed were completely soaked. At this moment, I felt my mother's vagina contract. She slowed down her movements and rubbed her hips deeply from side to side. I think she might have had that kind of pleasurable orgasm. I whispered, "Mom... I... I'm so happy, I'm going to cum..." Mom placed her hands on my chest, her fingers gently playing with my nipples, her eyes gazing at me affectionately. She then lifted her buttocks a few times. I stared at Mom, reached out and pinched her breasts, thinking about everything between us. A surge of heat rushed from my feet to my whole body, my buttocks tingled, my penis throbbed in waves, and my glans tingled and itched. The semen I had held back for seventeen years finally shot out in waves into Mom's vagina...

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