Heaven rewards those who persevere; I finally made love with my mother!

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When I was in the second year of junior high school, I first encountered erotic novels. When I saw the word "incest" in the table of contents, I didn't understand what it meant. The first erotic novel I read was "My Beautiful Mother." It depicted incest between relatives, culminating in two brothers raping their own mother. It thrilled and excited me. I enjoyed reading it; I found it stimulating, completely different from the plots of the adult films I'd seen before. Those who enjoy fantasizing know that they like to use the plot to create their own erotic scenes! At the same time, I also felt a sense of disgust. I felt it was shameful, especially since it involved mother and son—something I'd never heard of before. But this novel planted a seed of trouble in my heart, leading to what happened later. To this day, I wonder if I should be grateful for that novel?

As a young person born in the 80s, I remember when the internet wasn't very widespread in my area. A place with just three or five computers was considered an internet cafe. So, access to adult content was limited to renting books or watching DVDs. Resources were extremely scarce.

Being an only child, my family pinned all their hopes on me, wanting me to study hard. My grades were relatively stable until the first semester of my second year of junior high, but plummeted in the second half due to the influence of bad friends and the harmful effects of adult content. There's definitely some truth to the idea that minors should be prohibited from accessing pornography.

I devoted myself to studying incest every day, even choosing only incestuous comics. At that time, I hadn't even watched incest movies; I could only fantasize and masturbate based on the stories in books. After masturbating, I would wipe the semen directly with my underwear. My mother would naturally notice when she washed my clothes; actually, I did it on purpose. According to the theories in novels, women are all promiscuous, so I hoped to attract my mother's attention. Plus, my grades had plummeted, so naturally, my mother noticed something.

My father loved playing mahjong and was rarely home, usually coming home late at night. He was so asleep that you couldn't wake him,
and because of this, he was often late for work. He would wake up and go to work immediately, so the two of them rarely spoke. Back then, I always
thought, "There should be a chance." This family dynamic was very similar to the plots in many incest novels, which
strengthened my resolve and boosted my confidence.

However, I still had a major concern: my mother was a very conservative woman, respectful of teachers and elders,
and stubborn. For her to accept incest between mother and son was nothing short of delusional. But I loved my mother so much. Her
large breasts and pert, plump buttocks always stirred my imagination. This agitated feeling constantly challenged my moral
compass.

My inner desires were suppressed

until one day in June, I was skipping class and reading an incest novel at home when I suddenly heard the door open. Instinctively,
I quickly hid the book under the bed, looking at my erect penis. I felt incredibly embarrassed. Fantasy is just fantasy; in
reality, I was completely flustered and felt incredibly awkward. I told myself to calm down and think about other things, hoping to distract
myself and make my penis go soft, but the more anxious I became, the more determined I became.

Finally, I forced myself to come out and say, "Come back, Mom."

"Why didn't you go to school?"

"My head hurt, I felt so bad, the teacher told me to come home."

"How are you?" she said, touching my head. I said I was fine, much better.

"Mom, your dress is so pretty, can I twirl around in it?"

"Go away, how old are you? Do

n't tease your mother!" I laughed shamelessly! With a serious face, I asked, "Dongdong, your grades have dropped a lot lately? Are you being too strict again? Ugh,
can you finally study properly?"

As I spoke, I changed into my loungewear. I secretly peeked at her; her large, white breasts were encased in a purple bra
, her beautiful breasts seemingly trying to break free. But because I had skipped class, read pornographic novels, and lied,
I felt guilty and didn't dare look her in the eye.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll definitely study hard," I said perfunctorily. My erection grew even stronger. "Going to read," she said, leaving
the room.

Sitting at my desk, my heart pounded. I randomly flipped through a book, and the memory of my mother's large breasts from earlier made me
fantasize . A long time passed, and my mother still hadn't come out. Normally, she would
cook or do housework when she got home. Why hadn't she made a sound today? I tiptoed to my mother's
bedroom door. The door was ajar. I peeked in, my legs trembling, and cold sweat instantly poured down my back.
My mother was reading the novel I had hidden under the bed. "Damn it, I'm done for, I'm ruined," I muttered to myself. Seeing my mother's
flushed face and her legs rubbing together involuntarily, I guessed she wanted it too. In my nervousness,
I somehow lost my balance and slammed the door open with a loud bang, startling my mother. We stared at each other for a while before
my mother spoke. "Dongdong, how old are you to be reading this book?" "I didn't! It's not mine." "You little brat,
so stubborn! If it's not yours, then whose is it? Fuck your mother, if I don't beat you to death today, I'll pretend I didn't say anything." With that, she started
hitting me hard, pinching my thigh, making me scream in pain. I quickly begged for mercy. "I
was wrong, I won't read it anymore, please stop hitting me, Mom."

Seeing that I had submitted and admitted my mistake, my mother, having beaten me for a while, was a little tired. After a moment of silence, my mother said, "
Dongdong , the whole family is counting on you to go to university, but you're so young and you're already reading this book. Don't you think things will get better?
How can you go to university like this?" I remained silent, my head drooping.

"Say something! Are you going to keep reading? Are you going to study properly?"

I used all the lines I'd imagined during my fantasies. I thought, I've already been beaten today,
so I might as well go all out. "Mom, I can stop reading, but it's no use.
All I can think about right now is you. Mom, I've realized I've fallen for you." As I said this, my teeth chattered, my heart
pounded, my legs trembled, and an unprecedented tension radiated from my heels to my scalp.

Even if I had the courage, this was still confessing my feelings to my mother. My head was lowered, my gaze never
leaving my mother's feet.

After a moment of silence, my mother said, "You're going through puberty, it's normal to have these thoughts, but it can't interfere with
your studies. You should focus on your studies."

Surprisingly, my mother didn't scold me, which boosted my confidence. I calmed down and said, "Mom, but I just can't concentrate. Mom,
I don't know what's wrong with me? I dream about you whenever I try to sleep."

"Okay, Dongdong, stop talking. This is normal. It's just that I always slept with you when I was little. It's
not normal for you to have these thoughts, you have to change."

"No, Mom, please let me finish. Mom, I love you so much, really. I'm lying to you, I'm a cub. I
want to change, but I can't control my thoughts."

"Go to hell! You didn't hit me hard enough. If your dad finds out, he'll beat you to death. I
can't . Huh? You're not a child anymore, and you don't understand anything? My only wish
is for you to study hard, but you..." Her voice trembled, on the verge of tears.

"Mom, I know it's wrong of me to think like this, but I really can't control myself." I saw that my mother had calmed down a bit.
My courage grew. I've always been good with words. I can argue even when I'm wrong, but if I'm right, I won't give you
a chance . "Mom, if you could, I promise I'd study hard."

"Sure what? Fuck your mother! I'm your mother, how did I give birth to such a thing, you beast!" She raised
her hand to hit me again, and this time I wasn't on guard. I straightened my neck and thought, I give up.

"Mom, why don't you just kill me today? I can't concentrate on studying at all. Do whatever you want with me."
My tone was very firm.

This semester, my mother had arranged for many tutors and tried to talk to me, but the results were limited. My mother was
cornered by my words, and she fell silent. Perhaps I was wavering, or perhaps I was having a fierce internal struggle.
I continued, "Mom, I still have two months until my exams, can you please grant me this one request? I promise I'll do well.

" "No," came the resolute "No," leaving me no chance to bargain.

I was devastated, like a wilted eggplant. I knew it was hopeless; my mother was simply too resolute. Just as I was in despair
, my mother spoke:

"But I can help you once with my hand, Dongdong. I'm doing this for your future,
don't misunderstand."

Hearing this, my heart soared, wildened. Where is spring? Where is spring? I
was almost beside myself!

"Mmm, Mom, if you can help me once, if my grades don't improve, I'll be no longer human."

The setting sun shone through the sapphire blue glass into the room; it was so quiet.

I lay down on my mother's big bed, took off my underwear, and the thought of my mother, whom I had longed for day and night, masturbating me instantly
made me hard.

My mother gently held my penis and stroked it up and down. Because I was so excited, I ejaculated before I even began to enjoy it.

"Get up, Dongdong, I hope you can study hard..." she said, wiping my nose with a tissue, which reminded me of
how she used to wipe my nose when I was little.

From then on, my grades improved steadily. With extra tutoring, my foundation in math and science was already strong, and my English
was excellent. The only subject I was weak in was humanities. I memorized essays by rote, and that time I ranked sixth in the class on the final exam,
which was my best result ever. I ranked 39th in the grade, and the teacher called my mom to praise me. She said I
had made great progress that semester, and the teacher and classmates were all very surprised.

When I got home, I was so cocky. I hugged my mom tightly, and my hands kept reaching for her breasts, taking the opportunity to get a lot of oil.

"Mom, how's it going? Your son has made great progress, hasn't he? Shouldn't you reward him?"

"Hmm, studying hard? No way, you study hard, you're still young..."

"Mom, can you reward me tonight?" I couldn't hear anything after that. My heart

ached

, and tears of grievance streamed down my face. I'm usually easygoing, but when I'm stubborn,
nothing can sway me.

In retaliation, I refused to attend tutoring, and the teacher called my mother again.

That day, I went swimming with my classmates and was very tired when I got home, so I went to bed early.

When I woke up, I found that my mother had already prepared dinner, and we ate in silence. We were still
angry .

"Dongdong, you're studying for yourself, not for me, understand? With a good job in the future, you can find
any kind of wife you want."

"No, I just love you! Mom, you don't keep your word, what's the point of reasoning with me?"

"You... alright, this is terrible. Come over here later."

I felt like I'd heard some great news. I was shocked. I really didn't expect my usually stubborn mother
to compromise with her child. Maybe it's just because I'm her son.

I looked at my mother excitedly, feeling incredibly happy.

After my mother finished cleaning up the dishes, I couldn't wait to go into her bedroom. I was only wearing underwear, and
my mother was wearing a nightgown. So sexy.

After we lay down, I couldn't wait to take off my underwear. My penis seemed to beckon to my mother's little hand,
throbbing rhythmically.

This time, my mother was very romantic; she gently held my penis and, with her eyes closed, began to stroke it up and down. Having
had the experience before, I was much more relaxed this time, and my body wasn't as stiff as it had been the first time. Slowly, I
wrapped my arms around my mother's neck, and with my other hand, I reached through her pajamas to caress her beautiful breasts. This time, Mom didn't refuse. She
kept her eyes closed, her face flushed. I would sometimes play with her nipples, sometimes squeeze her breasts. Mom started breathing heavily.
I said, "Mom, I love you... Mom... It feels so good... Mom... Faster, Mom... I'm going to cum..."
This was the second time Mom had masturbated me. But the effect was completely different from before. I felt that Mom also
had needs.

But I was too young then, and I really didn't have the courage to take it further. Although I despised myself, I
just didn't have the guts.

As time went on, I got third place in the junior high midterm exam, and our relationship became more and more natural,
with the frequency increasing from once every few months to once a week. As a reward and encouragement, my mother gradually
accepted letting me masturbate. She gradually compromised. The worst thing is habit; once something is assimilated,
it becomes easier to accept. Several times, my mother looked at me affectionately, her eyes filled with tenderness. Sometimes when I kissed
her cheek, she wasn't as resistant as before. Only when I tried to kiss her lips would she
push .

Before I knew it, the final exams were approaching. My first choice was the top high school in the city. Honestly, I
felt almost certain. Even if I couldn't get in on a government scholarship, paying for it myself shouldn't be a problem.

We had three days off to study freely and relieve the pressure. Over the past year, our
"bond" has grown significantly, and I felt it was time to launch the final offensive.

On the first day of my vacation, Mom worked the night shift, and I spent half the day in bed, skipping lunch. After
making she went to work, and I ate out, reading some erotic novels and reflecting on
the changes in Mom over the past year. I told myself, "This is it, everything hinges on tomorrow." If it works out, great; if not, we
'll just have to maintain the status quo.

The next day, when Mom came home, she noticed the food hadn't been touched and became worried, asking what was wrong. I said nothing,
I just didn't feel like eating. "But you can't go a whole day without eating," she said. "I'm under a lot of pressure, afraid I won't do well on the exam." "
Just do your best, Dongdong," she said, "Mom believes in you." But Mom, I suddenly felt uneasy, and I don't know why. Mom,
could you do it for me just this once?

"You brat, how often are you doing this now? Wait until after the exams. Doing this too often will tire you out."

"No, please, let me relax. I feel like a huge rock is pressing down on me, I can't breathe.
Mom please, just let me relax for a bit."

With that, I got up, drew the curtains, and took off my underwear. My erect penis was already hard.

I pulled Mom onto my bed and started removing her clothes one by one. Mom was used to
me masturbating her while she was only wearing her underwear, so she didn't resist. She expertly grasped my penis and began stroking it. I had been careful today; I
had ejaculated earlier, and with the mental preparation I'd done beforehand, I was confident this time would last a long time.

My mother's hand was stroking me below, and I moaned softly, my mouth full of lewd words, "Mom, I want to fuck your pussy,
Mom, are you wet down there? Mom, Mom, I want to lick your
pussy , but this time I dared to say anything, because with final exams approaching, she couldn't possibly discourage me at this time.
Under my barrage of lewd words, my mother's voice grew stronger with each sentence. I felt incredibly good.

Seeing that the time was right, I lowered my head and sucked on her hardened nipple, teasing it with my tongue, sometimes
biting lightly , sometimes sucking. Her white breasts were covered in my saliva.

My other hand moved down, and Mom, somewhat aroused by my licking, repeatedly pulled her hand away from my penis, seemingly
only concerned with her own pleasure. My hand explored downwards along her cotton panties, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together.
"What are you doing?" "Mom, don't resist, please, I love you so much, I want your pussy, it's the end of the exam, just let
me relax completely this once." Mom slowly opened her legs, and through the thick pubic hair, I touched
a woman's labia for the first time. My fingertips continued to explore inside, wow, it was full of vaginal fluid, and I was secretly delighted. My two fingers, like two
little fish, stirred back and forth inside Mom's vagina. My mother's face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes tightly closed
. I didn't know when she had stopped masturbating me. My tongue traveled from her left breast to her right, tracing
every inch of her skin downwards. I was very tired at that moment, my tongue had to roam, and my hands had to keep probing, afraid that my
stopping would awaken my mother and make her resist again. I broke down my mother's last line of defense. My mother's legs were half-closed, half-closed, which gave
me hope. Following the plot of the novel, I spread my mother's legs apart, and thick pubic hair was exposed in front of my eyes. Her
dark brown labia were crystal clear and shiny. I gently parted her labia majora, revealing a
swollen . To be honest, her labia minora were still very tender. I completely lost my mind and took my mother's
labia minora into my mouth, only to find it salty inside. "Don't do that, it's dirty." "No, Mom's pussy smells so good, I
love to eat it , let your son have his fill." I ignored her and just started licking. I nibbled at her clitoris,
sucked on her labia, and licked her vagina, my tongue diligently probing inside, stirring constantly. My mother seemed greatly
agitated, shaking her head repeatedly and crying out, "No, no... Ahh... It's terrible, it's harmful
... Ah Dong, please stop licking, Mom begs you."

Her words only fueled my lust. Although she said no, she thrust her hips upwards forcefully,
trying to allow my tongue to penetrate deeper.

I felt the time was right, like in those movies, I'd thrust my erect penis inside! First, I was a virgin, my glans and
penis were very tender, I couldn't find the entrance, and it hurt a lot when I touched her. I was sweating with anxiety. Second, I was
terrified that my mother would suddenly regain her senses and fight back fiercely; this was always my biggest worry. But my worries seemed
unnecessary. Mom slightly arched her back, and my tight penis penetrated halfway in. Mom let out a soft "Ah!
" Immediately afterward, I felt my penis enveloped in her vaginal fluids; it was warm and plentiful inside. With more force,
I thrust it all the way in. The line I remember most clearly at that moment was from a novel I'd read: "I'm back!"

I charged like a bull. Although I knew many positions from novels and movies, at this moment
I still opted for the most conservative, traditional missionary position. Feeling my penis going in and out of Mom's vagina was fucking
amazing; for a long time, I wondered if I was dreaming.

I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of my touch, she involuntarily stuck out her tongue. My mouth,
still wet with her vaginal fluids and saliva, was transferred to her.

We made love wildly for over 40 minutes. My mother climaxed twice, and by the end, both our pubic hair
was wet. Seeing that I still couldn't ejaculate, she told me to go pee. And indeed, I peed,
and when I went back in, I ejaculated very quickly.

That was my first time with my mother. After that, although we did it a few more times and tried different
positions, gradually finding enjoyment in sex, my mother never gave me oral sex, saying she couldn't accept it,
which puzzled us.

A year later, I finally had sex with my mother! Of course, I was admitted to the city's top
high school on a government scholarship!

When I was in the second year of junior high, I first encountered erotic novels. When I saw the word "incest" in the table of contents, I didn't understand what it meant. The first erotic novel I read was "My Beautiful Mother." It depicted incest between relatives, culminating in two brothers raping their own mother. It thrilled and excited me. I enjoyed reading it; I found it stimulating, completely different from the plots of the adult films I had watched before. Friends who enjoy fantasizing know that they like to use the plots in these stories to create erotic scenes! At the same time, I also felt aversion to it. I felt it was shameful to the world, especially since it involved mother and son, something I had never heard of before. But this story planted a seed of trouble in my heart. That's how the story unfolded. To this day, I still wonder if I should thank this novel!

I'm a young person born in the 80s. Back then, the internet wasn't very widespread in my area; having three or five computers was considered an internet cafe. So, access to adult content was limited to renting books or watching DVDs. Resources were extremely scarce.

Being an only child, my family pinned all their hopes on me, wanting me to study hard. My grades were relatively stable until the first semester of junior high, but plummeted in the second semester, all because of the influence of bad friends and the scourge of adult content. There's definitely some truth to the idea that minors should be prohibited from accessing pornography.

I devoted myself to studying incest every day, even choosing only incestuous comics. At that time, I hadn't even watched incest movies; I could only fantasize and masturbate based on the stories in books. After masturbating, I would wipe the semen directly with my underwear. My mother would naturally notice when she washed my clothes; actually, I did it on purpose. According to the theories in novels, women are all promiscuous, so I hoped to attract my mother's attention. Plus, my grades had plummeted, so naturally, my mother noticed something.

My father loved playing mahjong and was rarely home, usually coming home late at night. He was so asleep that you couldn't wake him,
and because of this, he was often late for work. He would wake up and go to work immediately, so the two of them rarely spoke. Back then, I always
thought, "There should be a chance." This family situation is very similar to the plots in many incest novels, so my will
became more and more firm, and my confidence grew stronger.

However, I still had one major concern: my mother was a very conservative woman who deeply respected teachers and elders.
She was still stubborn. Asking her to accept incest between mother and son was nothing short of delusional. But I loved my mother so much. Her
large breasts and pert, plump buttocks always stirred my imagination. My excited feelings constantly challenged my moral
compass.

This inner desire was suppressed

until one day in June, I was skipping class and reading an incest novel at home when I suddenly heard the door open. Instinctively,
I quickly hid the book under the bed, looking at my erect genitals. I felt incredibly embarrassed. Fantasy is just
fantasy; in reality, I was completely flustered and utterly ashamed. I told myself to calm down and think about other things, hoping to distract
myself and make my lower body go limp, but the more anxious I became, the more determined I became.

Helpless, I forced myself to come out and say, "Come back, Mom."

"Why didn't you go to school?" "My

head hurt, I felt so bad, the teacher told me to come back.

" "How are you?" she said, touching my head. I said I was fine, much better.

"Mom, your dress is so pretty, can I twirl around?"

"Go away, how old are you? Making fun of your old mother?" I laughed shamelessly!

She asked with a serious face, "Dongdong, your grades have dropped a lot lately? Are you being too strict again? Ah,
can you finally study properly?"

She said as she changed into her pajamas. I secretly peeked; her large, white breasts were encased in a purple bra
, her beautiful breasts seemingly trying to break free from their constraints. But having skipped class first, then read pornographic novels, and then lied,
I felt guilty and couldn't look her in the eye.

"Yes, yes, I'll definitely study hard," I said evasively. "I'm going to study," she said, and left
the room.

Sitting at my desk, my heart pounded. I randomly flipped through books, and thinking about my mother's large breasts earlier, I
couldn't help but fantasize. A long time passed, and my mother still hadn't come out. Normally, when she came back
, she would cook or do housework. Why was there still no sign of her today? I tiptoed to my mother's
bedroom door.
It was ajar. I peeked in, my legs trembling, and cold sweat instantly poured down my back. My mother was reading the novel I'd hidden under the bed. "Damn it," I thought to myself, "I'm done for. I'm ruined." Seeing her face
flushed and her legs rubbing together involuntarily, I figured she was aroused too. But in my nervousness, I somehow
lost my balance and slammed the door open, startling her. We stared at each other for a moment before
my mother spoke. "Dongdong, how old are you to be reading this book?" "I didn't! It's not mine." "You little brat,
so stubborn! If it's not yours, then whose is it? Fuck your mother, if I don't beat you to death today, I'll pretend I didn't say anything." Saying that
, she came over and started hitting me hard, pinching my thigh, making me scream in pain. I quickly begged for mercy. "I
was wrong, I won't read it anymore, please stop hitting me, please, Mom."

Seeing that I had submitted and admitted my mistake, my mother was a little tired after hitting me for a while. After a moment of silence in the room, my mother said, "
Dongdong , the whole family is counting on you to go to university, but you're so young and you're already reading this book, do you think you can't do better?
How can you go to university like this?" I remained silent, my head drooping heavily!

"Say something! Are you still going to watch? Are you going to study properly?"

I used all the lines I'd used in my fantasies. I thought, I've already been beaten today, so
I might as well go all out. "Mom, I can stop watching, but it's no use.
All I can think about right now is you. Mom, I've realized I've fallen for you." My teeth were chattering, my heart
was pounding, and my legs were shaking. I felt a tension I'd never felt before, a tingling sensation that ran from my heels to my scalp.

Even if I had the guts, this was still confessing my feelings to my mother. I kept my head down, my gaze never
leaving my mother's feet.

After a moment of silence, Mom said, "You're going through puberty, it's normal to have these kinds of thoughts, but it can't interfere with
your studies. You should focus on your studies."

Surprisingly, Mom didn't yell at me, which boosted my confidence. I calmed down and said, "Mom, but I just can't concentrate. Mom,
I don't know what's wrong with me? I dream about you whenever I try to sleep."

"Okay, Dongdong, stop talking. This is normal. It's just that I always slept with you when I was little. Having these thoughts
isn't normal; you have to change."

"No, Mom, please let me finish. Mom, I love you so much, really. I'm lying to you, I'm a cub. I
want to change, but I can't control my thoughts."

"Go to hell! You didn't hit me hard enough. If your dad found out, he'd beat you to death. I
wouldn't . Huh? You're not a child anymore, and you don't understand anything? My only wish
is for you to study hard, but you..." Her voice trembled, on the verge of tears.

"Mom, I know it's wrong of me to think like this, but I really can't control myself." Seeing that my mother had calmed down a bit,
I became bolder. I've always been good with words. I can argue even when I'm wrong. If I'm right, I won't give you
a chance . "Mom, if you can, I promise I'll study hard."

"Sure what? Fuck you! I'm your mother! How could I have given birth to such a thing, you beast!" She raised
her hand to hit me again, and this time I wasn't on guard. My neck stiffened, and I thought, "

I give up." "Mom, why don't you just kill me today? I can't concentrate on studying at all. Do whatever you want with me."
Her tone was incredibly firm.

This semester, Mom had arranged for many tutors and tried many heart-to-heart talks, but the results were limited. My
words had put Mom in a dilemma; she fell silent. Perhaps she was wavering, or perhaps she was having a fierce internal struggle.
I continued, "Mom, there are still two months until the exams. Can you promise me this once? I'll definitely do well."

"No," she said firmly and decisively, giving me no chance to bargain.

I was devastated, like a wilted eggplant. I knew it was hopeless; my mother was too resolute. Just when I was in despair ,
she spoke:

"But I can do something for you by hand once. I'm doing this for your future,
don't misunderstand."

When I heard this, my heart soared, it felt wild. Where is spring? Where is spring? I
was almost beside myself!

"Um, Mom, if you can do this for me just once, if my grades don't improve, I'll be no longer human."

The setting sun shone through the sapphire blue glass into the room; it was so quiet at that moment.

I lay down on my mother's big bed, took off my underwear, and the thought of my mother, whom I had longed for day and night, giving me a handjob made me instantly
hard.

My mother gently held my penis and stroked it up and down. I was so excited that I ejaculated before I even started to enjoy it.

"Get up, Dongdong, I hope you can study hard..." she said, wiping me with toilet paper.
I couldn't help but recall the image of her wiping my nose when I was little.

From then on, my grades improved steadily. With extra tutoring, my foundation in math, physics, and chemistry was already strong, and my English
was excellent. The only subject I was weak in was humanities. I memorized essays by rote, and that time I ranked sixth in the class on the final exam,
which was my best result ever. I ranked 39th in the grade, and my teacher called my mom to praise me. She said I
had made great progress that semester, and my teachers and classmates were all very surprised.

When I got home, I was quite cocky, hugging my mom tightly and constantly touching her breasts, taking the opportunity to get a lot of oil.

"Mom, how's it going? Your son has made great progress, hasn't he? Shouldn't you reward him?"

"Hmm, studying hard? No way, you study hard, you're still young..."

"Mom, can you reward me tonight?" I couldn't hear anything after that. My heart

ached

, and tears of grievance streamed down my face. I'm usually easygoing, but when I'm stubborn,
nothing can sway me.

In retaliation, I refused to attend tutoring, and the teacher called my mother again.

That day, I went swimming with my classmates and was very tired when I got home, so I went to bed early.

When I woke up, I found that my mother had already prepared dinner, and we ate in silence. We were still
angry .

"Dongdong, you're studying for yourself, not for me, understand? With a good job in the future, you can find
any kind of wife you want."

"No, I just love you! Mom, you don't keep your word, what's the point of reasoning with me?"

"You... alright, this is terrible. Come over here later."

I felt like I'd heard some great news. I was shocked. I really didn't expect my usually stubborn mother
to compromise with her child. Maybe it's just because I'm her son.

I looked at my mother excitedly, feeling incredibly happy.

After my mother finished cleaning up the dishes, I couldn't wait to go into her bedroom. I was only wearing underwear, and
my mother was wearing a nightgown. So sexy.

After we lay down, I couldn't wait to take off my underwear. My penis seemed to beckon to my mother's little hand,
throbbing rhythmically.

This time, my mother was very romantic; she gently held my penis and, with her eyes closed, began to stroke it up and down. Having
had the experience before, I was much more relaxed this time, and my body wasn't as stiff as it had been the first time. Slowly, I
wrapped my arms around my mother's neck, and with my other hand, I reached through her pajamas to caress her beautiful breasts. This time, Mom didn't refuse. She
kept her eyes closed, her face flushed. I would sometimes play with her nipples, sometimes squeeze her breasts. Mom started breathing heavily.
I said, "Mom, I love you... Mom... It feels so good... Mom... Faster, Mom... I'm going to cum..."
This was the second time Mom had masturbated me. But the effect was completely different from before. I felt that Mom also
had needs.

But I was too young then, and I really didn't have the courage to take it further. Although I despised myself, I
just didn't have the guts.

As time went on, I got third place in the junior high midterm exam, and our relationship became more and more natural,
with the frequency increasing from once every few months to once a week. As a reward and encouragement, my mother gradually
accepted letting me masturbate. She gradually compromised. The worst thing is habit; once something is assimilated,
it becomes easier to accept. Several times, my mother looked at me affectionately, her eyes filled with tenderness. Sometimes when I kissed
her cheek, she wasn't as resistant as before. Only when I tried to kiss her lips would she
push .

Before I knew it, the final exams were approaching. My first choice was the top high school in the city. Honestly, I
felt almost certain. Even if I couldn't get in on a government scholarship, paying for it myself shouldn't be a problem.

We had three days off to study freely and relieve the pressure. Over the past year, our
"bond" has grown significantly, and I felt it was time to launch the final offensive.

On the first day of my vacation, Mom worked the night shift, and I spent half the day in bed, skipping lunch. After
making she went to work, and I ate out, reading some erotic novels and reflecting on
the changes in Mom over the past year. I told myself, "This is it, everything hinges on tomorrow." If it works out, great; if not, we
'll just have to maintain the status quo.

The next day, when Mom came home, she noticed the food hadn't been touched and became worried, asking what was wrong. I said nothing,
I just didn't feel like eating. "But you can't go a whole day without eating," she said. "I'm under a lot of pressure, afraid I won't do well on the exam." "
Just do your best, Dongdong," she said, "Mom believes in you." But Mom, I suddenly felt uneasy, I don't know why. Mom,
could you do it for me just this once?

"You brat, how often are you doing this now? Wait until after your exams, doing this too much will tire you out."

"No, please, let me relax, I feel like a huge rock is pressing down on me, I can't breathe.
Mom please, just let me relax for a bit."

Saying this, I got up, drew the curtains, took off my underwear, and my erect penis was already standing up.

I dragged Mom onto my bed and took off her clothes one by one. Mom was used to
masturbating me while wearing only her underwear, so she didn't resist. She expertly grasped my penis and began stroking it. I'd been careful today;
I'd had sex earlier, and with the mental preparation I'd given myself, I was confident this time would last a long time.

My mother's hand was stroking it from below, and I moaned softly, my mouth full of lewd words, "Mom, I want to fuck your pussy.
Mom, are you wet? Mom, Mom, I want to lick your pussy." Before, I'd only ever said I wanted to fuck
her , but this time I dared to say anything, because final exams were approaching, and she couldn't possibly discourage me at this time.
With each of my lewd words, my mother's thrusts grew stronger. It felt incredibly good.

Seeing the time was right, I lowered my head and sucked on her hardened nipple, teasing it with my tongue, sometimes
biting lightly , sometimes sucking. My saliva clung to her white breasts.

My other hand moved down, and my mother, somewhat aroused by my licking, repeatedly pulled her hand away from my penis, seemingly
only concerned with her own pleasure. My hand explored downwards through her cotton panties, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together.
"What are you doing?" "Mom, don't resist, please, I love you so much, I want your pussy, it's the end of the exam, just let
me relax completely this once." My mother slowly opened her legs, and through the thick pubic hair, I touched
a woman's labia for the first time. My fingertips continued to explore inside, wow, it was full of vaginal fluid, and I was secretly delighted. I stirred
my two fingers back and forth inside my mother's vagina like two little fish. My mother's face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, her eyes tightly closed. I don't know when, but she had stopped masturbating me. My tongue moved from her left breast to her right, tracing its path.

I slid my tongue down her skin, and I was exhausted. My tongue had to explore, and my hands had to keep probing. I was afraid that
if I stopped, my mother would become aware and resist again. I broke down my mother's last line of defense. The way her legs were half-closed gave
me hope. Following the plot of the novel, I spread my mother's legs apart, revealing thick pubic hair and
glistening, dark brown labia. I gently parted her labia majora, and her milky white clitoris was already
swollen . To be honest, her labia minora were still very tender. I completely lost my mind and took my mother's
labia minora into my mouth. I could only taste the saltiness inside. "Don't do that, it's dirty." "No, Mom's pussy smells so good, I
love to eat it , let your son eat his fill." I ignored her and just kept licking. I was biting her clitoris,
sucking her labia, and licking her vagina, my tongue even trying to push it in, stirring it around. Mom seemed to be greatly
stimulated, shaking her head and crying out, "No, no... Ahh... It's a sin, it's a disaster
... Ah, don't lick anymore, Mom begs you."

Her words only aroused my lust even more. Although she said no, she thrust her hips upwards forcefully
so that my tongue could penetrate deeper.

I felt the time was right, like in the movies, I thrust my erect penis inside! First, I was a virgin, my glans and
penis were very tender, I couldn't find the entrance, and it hurt a lot when I touched it. I was so anxious that I broke out in a sweat. Second, I was especially
afraid that my mother would suddenly regain her senses and fight back desperately, which was always my biggest worry. But my worries seemed
unnecessary. My mother slightly arched her back, and my penis went in halfway in a tight motion. My mother let out a soft "Ah!
" and then I felt my penis surrounded by vaginal fluid. It was warm inside, and there was a lot of water. With more force,
it went in all the way. The sentence I remember most clearly at that moment was a line from a novel I once read: "I'm back!"

I was like a bull, charging headlong into the ground. Although I knew many positions from novels and movies,
I still opted for the most conservative, traditional missionary position this time . Feeling my penis going in and out of my mother's vagina was fucking
amazing; for a long time, I wondered if I was dreaming.

I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of my thrusts, she involuntarily stuck out her tongue. My mouth,
still wet with her juices, was transferred to her along with my saliva.

We made love wildly for over 40 minutes. My mother climaxed twice, and by the end, both of our pubic hair
were wet. Finally, seeing that I still couldn't ejaculate, she told me to go pee. And I really did! I peed,
and then I ejaculated very quickly after going back in.

That was my first time with my mom. After that, we did it a few more times, trying different
positions and gradually finding enjoyment in sex. But my mom never gave me oral sex, saying she couldn't accept it,
which puzzled us.

A year later, I finally had sex with my mom! And of course, I was admitted to the city's top high school on a government scholarship
!

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