Mother unbuttoned her pajamas

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Sometimes I would snuggle up to my mother and let her carry me for a while, but I could only lie on her upper
body because I was too young to know that carrying someone actually had other uses. While my father was away working,
I slept in the same bed with my mother every night until the second year of junior high. I got used to snuggling in my mother's arms,
holding her breasts as I slept. My mother also got used to my company; once, when I woke up in the middle of the night, I found my mother
holding my penis.

In the second year of junior high, I somehow learned to masturbate. I didn't know what it was,
I just liked the blissful feeling of ejaculation. Secretly reading the pornographic books my father hid at home exposed
me to the topic of sex between men and women at a young age. I gradually began to appreciate my mother.
Although wasn't conventionally beautiful, she was the most beautiful woman in my eyes. Her breasts were so soft, her skin so fair,
but at that time I had no desire to have sex with her. I remember once going to the bathroom and accidentally seeing my mother
's body after she had just bathed. In that instant, I saw her mons pubis between her snow-white thighs, with its thick, dark pubic hair.
My mother quickly wrapped herself in a towel but didn't say anything to me. And so, my mother and I
slept in the same bed for over ten years.

After starting junior high, I lived at school and only went home once a month. At night, I didn't want to
sleep in the same bed as my mom anymore. I was a sensible child now, and I
knew from my interactions with classmates that they had started sleeping separately from their parents a long time ago. Therefore, on my first night home from boarding school (when my dad wasn't
home ), when I was making my bed, my mom was quite surprised when I suggested we not share a bed. She
asked why I didn't want to sleep with her anymore, and I couldn't give her a reason. She didn't say anything and just gave me another
blanket. So, my mom and I went from sharing a bed to each having our own blanket. When my dad came home, they
shared a blanket, but the three of us still slept on the same kang (heated brick bed). Later, I suggested that I sleep in my own bed, and
my parents agreed.

I was a good and smart child with excellent grades. After graduating from junior high school, I was admitted to
the top . That summer, my mother developed an eye condition and went to see an old Chinese medicine doctor who prescribed some eye drops. The
doctor said they were poisonous and the patient had to lie flat to receive them, and also had to lie flat afterward. My father wasn't home, so the task of administering
the eye drops fell to me. My mother took off all her clothes, leaving only her underwear, and lay flat on the mattress
without a pillow. I sat next to her, almost leaning over her, and applied the eye drops. After I finished, I turned off the light and lay down
beside . Since it was summer, a single blanket was enough. Somehow, we ended up sleeping together,
but this time my mother was resting her head on my arm, and my hand was on her breast. My mother didn't say anything, and
we slept soundly. I missed that time sharing a bed with my mother. For the next few days, I applied eye drops for
my mother , and we ended up sleeping together again without even realizing it.

That spring, my mother learned a kind of qigong and some therapeutic massage techniques. When I came home,
she treated me and taught me these techniques. One morning, my mother would ask me to massage her
back , gently stroking it from top to bottom. She would praise me for being filial and for giving a comfortable massage. I enjoyed massaging her
fair skin. Suddenly, I had a desire to have sex with my mother, but I knew it was against all reason and law, so I could only
think about it secretly. That night, I dreamed of kissing and having sex with my mother, and I even had a nocturnal emission, ejaculating a lot of semen
(which made my back ache a bit the next day). In the following days, I often fantasized about having sex with my mother and masturbated.

One night, I suddenly had abdominal pain and couldn't sleep. My mother asked me what was wrong, and I said my stomach hurt.
My mother turned on the light and sat up to treat me. I didn't want to wake her, but she insisted on treating me, so
I had no choice but to listen to her. She first massaged my abdomen. Under the light, her naked upper body was so white and
flawless . While she was massaging my stomach, I couldn't help but get an erection. I tried my best not to get an erection, but
it didn't work. I forgot about the pain and obediently lay there, closing my eyes and not daring to look at my mother's body.

Later, Mom rubbed her hands together to warm them and pressed them against my lower abdomen. My penis was hard and erect,
very close to her hands. When Mom moved around, she touched my hard penis. I closed my eyes, and I think Mom
must have seen my face turn red. After a while, Mom removed her hands and asked if it still hurt. I quickly said it didn't
. Mom massaged it a few more times, touching my hot, hard penis each time, and said, "Okay," and
turned off the light .

After lying down, she suddenly grabbed my penis. I was terrified by her action and didn't dare to move. Mom
hugged me and said, "Do you remember when you were little, you would climb on top of Mom and let Mom carry you?"

I said I remembered.

Mom said, "Do you want Mom to carry you? Now."

Instantly, many questions flashed through my mind: incest? Shame? Sweetness? I didn't speak, but
my little brother gave Mom an affirmative answer. "

Come on top of me." Mom squeezed my penis, and I obediently rolled over and pressed myself against Mom. Even
in the darkness, I still didn't have the courage to face Mom. I put my head on Mom's shoulder, to one side.

Mom helped me take off my underwear, and I cooperated. I was surprised to find that Mom's underwear had somehow come off, and
Mom squeezed my penis and stuffed it into a warm, wet place.

My mother let my penis enter her vagina! I was excited and stood there motionless.

"Move, Xiaoyu," my mother whispered to me.

I tried to move as I had learned from the book, and I felt my penis become a little soft, I didn't know if
it was because of nervousness or worry. Soon I ejaculated, and I lay on my mother's body, panting.
My mother wrapped her arms around me, but didn't move.

After a while, my mother told me to get off, turned on the light, took some toilet paper to wipe the liquid on the sheets, and then used
my underwear to wipe our genitals. I saw my mother's face was a little red. I hugged her and buried my head
in her chest. She turned off the light, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, when I woke up, my mother was already up. For breakfast, my mother fried eggs for me and
watched me eat them. My mother and I sat on the sofa. She looked at me and asked, "Xiaoyu, do you often masturbate?

" "Yes." I nodded. "

Do you like it when Mom carries you? " "

Yes. " "

Xiaoyu, from now on, if you want to, let Mom carry you. Don't masturbate, okay? Masturbation is bad for your health."

"Yes, Mom, I love you." I hugged my mother and kissed her lips; I didn't know how to give a wet kiss back then.

"Remember to keep this a secret. Don't tell anyone. If your dad finds out, we're dead." Mom
said seriously. "

I know."

Mom added, "Sweetie, study hard from now on."

That night, we did it again. This time, I climbed on top of Mom, and with her guidance,
I entered her again. This time, I made progress; after thrusting for a while, I ejaculated, then
kissed Mom and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

We did it almost every day for the rest of that summer vacation. But during the day, Mom wouldn't let me be intimate with her,
not even hugging. School was about to start, so Mom forbade it, telling me not to masturbate at school
and to wait until I got home.

During my three years of high school, the school's closed management meant fewer holidays. However, whenever there was a break and my dad wasn't
home , we would still have sex. But my mom no longer allowed us to do it every day, only once every three days, and
on the condition that my grades didn't drop. She also told me that if I got into a top university, she would listen to me.

I didn't disappoint my parents' expectations and was admitted to a prestigious university. Because it was far from home, I could only
go home during winter and summer breaks, and I could only secretly express my longing for my mom over the phone. My mom always told me to
study hard, take care of my health, and not rush into having a girlfriend.

Actually, at school, I felt that none of my female classmates were as attractive as my mother, even though they were
prettier. They weren't as mature as my mother. I loved my mother's fullness and her fair skin.
I loved her gentleness. At school, I watched a lot of pornography and couldn't help but secretly masturbate at night, thinking about my mother.
I learned that women also have orgasms, about wet kissing and oral sex, and how to make my mother happy.

There was no chance during winter break because my father was home, and my mother wouldn't allow me to touch her. During summer vacation, I
went home, but unfortunately, my father was still there. I kept my passion to myself. My mother
found out I masturbated frequently when I was washing my underwear . She told me to take care of my body, but still wouldn't let me touch it. I went back to school early and
spent two weeks in internet cafes, reading many articles about incest between mothers and sons, and fantasizing about
having sex with my mother in various ways.

The following summer vacation, my father went on a business trip and gave us two weeks off. I was overjoyed and took a shower early.
When my mother finished showering, I rushed up and hugged her. She was also affected by my emotions and, for the first time ever, allowed me
to hug and kiss her in the living room. That was our first wet kiss. I parted my mother's lips, put my tongue into her
mouth, and sucked on her tongue. We kissed for a long time until my mother got tired. She asked me where I learned it from and if
I had gone astray. I told her I learned it online and reassured her. I carried her into the bedroom.

For the first time, I... she—my mother—unbuttoned her nightgown, revealing her beautiful body. My 46-year-old mother
was no longer young, and her figure wasn't as good as a young girl's; the extra flesh on her abdomen showed her age. But my mother's
fair and delicate skin continued to deeply attract me. The wrinkles on my mother's face accentuated her mature
charm . I kissed her lips, face, earlobes, neck, and breasts, kissing my way down. My mother was somewhat unable to control herself;
her face flushed. I took off her pajama bottoms, then pulled down her white underwear, and stripped off my own clothes.
I kissed my way down her breasts, across her lower abdomen and navel, and then I put my mouth to her pubic area.

My mother stopped me, saying, "That's dirty."

No, that's where my mother gave birth to me, the most sacred place.

I stuck out my tongue and licked my mother's labia and the foreskin of her clitoris. My mother's body trembled, and her breathing became
heavier. I greedily licked and sucked her vaginal fluid. My mother couldn't hold back any longer and urged me to penetrate her quickly. I was also
a little tired, so I lay on top of my mother and thrust into my beloved mother in and out. Finally, my mother and I
reached orgasm at the same time. My mother hugged me tightly for a long time.

"Mom, was it good?"

"Yes, it was good. Xiaoyu, where did you learn that? You're so good. Did you find a girlfriend?"

"Mom, you are my first woman, and so far, my only woman. I will always love you!"
After saying that , I kissed my mother passionately.

Later that night, my mother and I watched the porn I had brought home. My mother even tried giving me oral sex,
but she seemed uncomfortable and a little nauseous. Even though I stopped her, I couldn't bear to see my beloved
woman suffer even the slightest bit. My mother felt very guilty, but my passionate kisses convinced her that she was her son's
true love .

After that, we often made love together and tried different positions, but my mother
preferred the traditional one, saying it felt intimate and perfect. As she got older, my mother stopped asking for so much,
and my father spent more and more time at home. My mother and I both knew we couldn't let small things ruin the bigger picture. After starting work, my time became
very tight, and I had even less opportunity to have sex with my mother. Last year, she also went through menopause. My mother no longer allows me to have sex with her,
which is bad for the family and also prevents me from finding a girlfriend in time.

Writing these things down, I hope to let go of these feelings. I may never have sex with my mother again, but the past
will always be unforgettable. I believe this is not just the love between a mother and son, nor just
the love between a man and a woman, but a union of both, far exceeding the taboos of blood ties. I am certain that there is no
greater love than the naked sex between a sexy mother and a strong son. I felt we
had become one, completely transcending the relationship between husband and wife and mother and son. Although we didn't have many positions or passionate
encounters, it was the most perfect sex in the world.

Sometimes I would lie on top of my mother and let her carry me for a while, but I could only lie on her upper
body because I was too young to know that carrying her was actually a whole different experience. When my father was away working,
I slept in the same bed with my mother every night until the second year of junior high school. I also got used to snuggling in my mother's arms and sleeping
with her breasts. My mother also got used to my company. Once, when I woke up in the middle of the night, I found my mother
holding my penis in her hand.

In my second year of junior high, I somehow learned to masturbate. I didn't understand what it was;
I just enjoyed the blissful feeling of ejaculation. Secretly reading my father's hidden pornographic books at home
exposed me to sex at a young age. I gradually began to appreciate my mother.
Although wasn't conventionally beautiful, she was the most beautiful in my eyes. Her breasts were so soft, her skin so fair,
but at that time I didn't have any desire to have sex with her. I remember once going to the bathroom and accidentally seeing my mother just after she had showered.
In that instant, I saw my mother's fair body, and between her snow-white thighs, I saw her mons pubis, with its fluffy, dark pubic hair.
My mother quickly wrapped herself in a bath towel, but didn't say anything to me. And so, my mother and I
slept in the same bed for over ten years.

After entering junior high school, I started boarding school, returning home once a month. At night, I no longer wanted to
sleep in the same bed with my mother. I was already a sensible child, and through my interactions with classmates, I
learned that they had started sleeping separately from their parents much earlier. So, on my first night back home after boarding school (when my dad wasn't
home ), when I was making my bed and getting ready to sleep, my mom was quite surprised when I suggested that I not sleep in the same bed as her. She
asked me why I wasn't sharing a bed with her anymore, and I couldn't give her a reason. My mom didn't say anything and just gave me another
blanket. That's how I went from sharing a bed with my mom to each having my own blanket. When my dad came home, they
shared a bed, but the three of us still slept on the same kang (heated brick bed). Later, I suggested that I sleep in my own bed, and
my parents agreed.

I'm a good child, very smart, and have excellent grades. When I graduated from junior high school, I was admitted to
the top . That summer vacation, my mother developed an eye ailment. She went to see an old Chinese medicine doctor who prescribed eye drops. The
doctor said they were poisonous and the patient had to lie flat to receive them, and also had to lie flat afterward. My father wasn't home, so
the task of administering the eye drops fell to me. My mother took off her clothes, leaving her only in her underwear, and lay flat on the mattress
without a pillow. I sat beside her, almost leaning over her, to administer the eye drops. After that, I turned off the light and lay down
beside . Since it was summer, a light blanket was enough. Somehow, we ended up sleeping together,
but this time my mother was using my arm as a pillow, and my hand was on my mother's breast. My mother didn't say anything,
and we slept soundly. I also missed that time sharing a bed with my mother. For the next few days, I helped
my mother put in eye drops, and we ended up sleeping together without even realizing it.

That spring, my mother learned a kind of qigong and some massage techniques. After I came home,
she treated me and taught me. One morning, my mother would ask me to massage her
back , gently stroking it from top to bottom. She would praise me for being filial and for the massage being comfortable. I enjoyed massaging my mother's
fair skin. Suddenly, I had the desire to have sex with my mother, but I knew it was against all reason and law, so I could only
think about it secretly. That night, I dreamed of kissing and having sex with my mother, and I even had a nocturnal emission, ejaculating a lot of semen
(which made my back ache a bit the next day). In the days that followed, I often fantasized about having sex with my mother and masturbated.

One night, I suddenly had abdominal pain and couldn't sleep. My mother asked me what was wrong, and I said my stomach hurt.
My mother turned on the light and sat up to treat me. I didn't want to wake her, but she insisted on treating me, so
I had no choice but to listen to her. She first massaged my abdomen. Under the light, her naked upper body was so white and
flawless . While she was massaging my stomach, I couldn't help but get an erection. I tried my best not to get an erection, but
it didn't work. I also forgot about the pain and obediently lay there, closing my eyes and not daring to look at my mother's body.

Later, Mom rubbed her hands together to warm them and pressed them against my lower abdomen. My penis was hard and erect,
very close to her hands. When Mom moved around, she touched my hard penis. I closed my eyes, and I think Mom
must have seen my face turn red. After a while, Mom removed her hands and asked if it still hurt. I quickly said it didn't
. Mom massaged it a few more times, touching my hot, hard penis each time, and said, "Okay," and
turned off the light .

After lying down, she suddenly grabbed my penis. I was terrified by her action and didn't dare to move. Mom
hugged me and said, "Do you remember when you were little, you would climb on top of Mom and let Mom carry you?"

I said I remembered.

Mom said, "Do you want Mom to carry you? Now."

Instantly, many questions flashed through my mind: incest? Shame? Sweetness? I didn't speak, but
my little brother gave Mom an affirmative answer. "

Come on top of me." Mom squeezed my penis, and I obediently rolled over and pressed myself against Mom. Even
in the darkness, I still didn't have the courage to face Mom. I put my head on Mom's shoulder, to one side.

Mom helped me take off my underwear, and I cooperated. I was surprised to find that Mom's underwear had somehow come off, and
Mom squeezed my penis and stuffed it into a warm, wet place.

My mother let my penis enter her vagina! I was excited and stood there motionless.

"Move, Xiaoyu," my mother whispered to me.

I tried to move as I had learned from the book, and I felt my penis become a little soft, I didn't know if
it was because of nervousness or worry. Soon I ejaculated, and I lay on my mother's body, panting.
My mother wrapped her arms around me, but didn't move.

After a while, my mother told me to get off, turned on the light, took some toilet paper to wipe the liquid on the sheets, and then used
my underwear to wipe our genitals. I saw my mother's face was a little red. I hugged her and buried my head
in her chest. She turned off the light, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, when I woke up, my mother was already up. For breakfast, my mother fried eggs for me and
watched me eat them. My mother and I sat on the sofa. She looked at me and asked, "Xiaoyu, do you often masturbate?

" "Yes." I nodded. "

Do you like it when Mom carries you? " "

Yes. " "

Xiaoyu, from now on, if you want to, let Mom carry you. Don't masturbate, okay? Masturbation is bad for your health."

"Yes, Mom, I love you." I hugged my mother and kissed her lips; I didn't know how to give a wet kiss back then. "

Remember to keep this a secret. Don't tell anyone. If your father finds out, we're dead," my mother
said seriously. "

I know," I replied.

My mother then added, "Be good, study hard from now on.

" That night, we did it again. This time, I climbed on top of my mother, and with her guidance
, I entered her again. This time I made progress; after thrusting for a while, I ejaculated. Then
I kissed my mother again, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

For the rest of that summer vacation, we did it almost every day. But during the day, my mother wouldn't let me be intimate with her,
not even hugging. School was about to start, and my mom forbade me from doing it. She told me not to masturbate at school and
to hold it in until I got home.

During my three years of high school, due to the school's closed management, there were fewer holidays. However, whenever there was a holiday and my dad wasn't
home , we would do it. But my mom no longer allowed me to do it with her every day, only once every three days.
The condition was that my grades couldn't drop. She also told me that if I got into a top university, she would listen to me.

I didn't disappoint my parents during the college entrance exam and was admitted to a prestigious university. Because it was far from home, I could only go home during
winter and summer vacations, and I could only secretly express my longing for my mother over the phone. My mother always told me to
study hard, take care of my health, and not to rush into dating.

Actually, at school, I felt that none of my female classmates were as
beautiful as my mother, even though they were prettier. They weren't as mature as my mother. I loved my mother's full figure, her fair skin, and
her gentleness . At school, I watched a lot of pornography and couldn't help but secretly fantasize about masturbating with my mother at night.
I learned that women also have orgasms, about wet kissing and oral sex, and how to make my mother happy.

There was no chance during winter break because my father was home, and my mother wouldn't allow me to touch it. During summer vacation, I
went home, but my father was still there. I kept my passion to myself. I masturbated frequently, and my mother
found out when I was washing my underwear, telling me to cherish my body. She still wouldn't allow me to touch it. I went back to school early and
spent two weeks in internet cafes, reading many articles about incest between mothers and sons, and fantasizing about having sex with my mother in various ways
.

The following summer vacation, Dad went on a business trip and gave us two weeks. I was overjoyed and took a shower early.
After Mom finished showering, I rushed up and hugged her. She was caught up in my excitement and, surprisingly, allowed me
to hug and kiss her in the living room. That was our first wet kiss. I parted Mom's lips, slipped my tongue into her
mouth, and sucked on her sweet tongue. We kissed for a long time until Mom got tired. She asked me where I learned it and if I had
learned anything bad. I told her I learned it online and reassured her. I carried her into the bedroom.

The first time I saw her—my mother—unbutton her nightgown, revealing her beautiful body. At 46, my mother
was no longer young, and her figure wasn't as good as a young girl's; the excess fat on her abdomen betrayed her age. But her
fair and delicate skin continued to deeply attract me. The wrinkles on my mother's face accentuated her mature
charm . I kissed her lips, face, earlobes, neck, and breasts, kissing my way down. My mother was somewhat unable to control herself;
her face flushed. I took off her pajama bottoms, then pulled down her white underwear, and stripped off my own clothes.
I kissed my way down her breasts, across her lower abdomen and navel, and then I put my mouth to her pubic area.

My mother stopped me, saying, "That's dirty."

No, that's where my mother gave birth to me, the most sacred place.

I stuck out my tongue and licked my mother's labia and the foreskin of her clitoris. My mother's body trembled, and her breathing became
heavier. I greedily licked and sucked her vaginal fluid. My mother couldn't hold back any longer and urged me to penetrate her quickly. I was also
a little tired, so I lay on top of my mother and thrust into my beloved mother in and out. Finally, my mother and I
reached orgasm at the same time. My mother hugged me tightly for a long time.

"Mom, was it good?"

"Yes, it was good. Xiaoyu, where did you learn that? You're so good. Did you find a girlfriend?"

"Mom, you are my first woman, and so far, my only woman. I will always love you!"
After saying that , I kissed my mother passionately.

Later that night, my mother and I watched the porn I had brought home. My mother even tried giving me oral sex,
but she seemed uncomfortable and a little nauseous. Even though I stopped her, I couldn't bear to see my beloved
woman suffer even the slightest bit. My mother felt very guilty, but my passionate kisses convinced her that she was her son's
true love .

After that, we often made love together and tried different positions, but my mother
preferred the traditional one, saying it felt intimate and perfect. As she got older, my mother stopped asking for so much,
and my father spent more and more time at home. My mother and I both knew we couldn't let small things ruin the bigger picture. After starting work, my time became
very tight, and I had even less opportunity to have sex with my mother. Last year, she also went through menopause. My mother no longer allows me to have sex with her,
which is bad for the family and also prevents me from finding a girlfriend in time.

Writing these things down, I hope to let go of these feelings. I may never have sex with my mother again, but the past
will always be unforgettable. I believe this is not just the love between a mother and son, nor just
the love between a man and a woman, but a union of both, far exceeding the taboos of blood ties. I am certain that there is no
greater love than the naked sex between a sexy mother and a strong son. I feel that we
have become one, completely transcending the relationship between husband and wife and mother and son. Although we don't have many different positions or passionate
encounters, it is the most perfect sex in the world.

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