Mother's Temptation

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Every night when I go to the bathroom, I encounter many "strange things." My mother is still wearing her tight short shirt, only now it's shorter, barely covering her nipples, exposing most of her snow-white pectoral muscles and revealing a deep cleavage, which often makes my eyes bulge. Almost every time I get up in the middle of the night, I run into my mother dressed like this, as if she's deliberately waiting for me. I want to know what her real purpose is. On the first Sunday after my father left, my mother and I sat together in the living room, but I felt very bored. My mother seemed a little restless. She said she wanted to teach me a two-player card game. She was wearing a light brown, sheer old nightgown. As she bent over to shuffle the cards, I could see her firm, red nipples through the neckline. Every time our hands accidentally touched one, her body trembled as if electrocuted, her breasts quivering alluringly.

We could feel a tense, restless atmosphere in the room.

She was sweating profusely, despite the cold room and her scantily clad figure. My body temperature rose rapidly, influenced by the atmosphere. My genitals, unable to resist, swelled faster than ever before, but the tight jeans pressed against my glans, causing a painful pressure.

I started thinking of other new games, looking for one that Mom could join in, but just the two of us. Mom exuded a mature woman's alluring scent, a fragrance that could arouse a man's desire, which stirred lewd and obscene thoughts within me; my longing for Mom's body suddenly became stronger than ever.

I thought Mom was probably feeling the same way, but because there were other children around, she didn't dare to make a move. In the living room, my sister Rose was watching us play card games with great interest. Under that focused gaze, how could I possibly have the chance to slip my hand inside Mom's pajamas? Remembering how often she argued and fought with me, I wanted nothing more than to kick her out of the room.

But on the other hand, I was also somewhat afraid.

I'm only sixteen, while my mother is a mature woman of thirty-two, older than me and my biological mother. Could it be that I'm just being delusional, that I've misunderstood her intentions? Perhaps she's simply concerned for her child, driven by natural maternal love?

After all, she's my mother; how can a son lay a hand on his father's woman? The textbooks clearly state that incest is wrong, that it's bad, and that the consequences are severe—there shouldn't be any doubt about that.

These thoughts made me feel deflated.

These terrible and chaotic thoughts strongly troubled me. I stood up and told my mother I wasn't feeling well and wanted to go back to my room to sleep.

"Okay, baby. We'll come see you again tomorrow morning. Get some rest tonight," Mom said lovingly, giving me a goodbye kiss. But this time, she didn't kiss my cheek; instead, she kissed my lips. I swear, her tongue touched mine.

This unexpected stimulation made me masturbate twice before I finally fell asleep, exhausted.

Around 3 a.m., I woke up needing to pee and had to go to the bathroom. I reluctantly

got up, a little afraid to go, because I was almost certain Mom would be waiting in the hallway as usual.

But I was wrong. Mom wasn't waiting in the hallway. I guess I was being paranoid. Come to think of it, it was 3 a.m.; even if Mom was interested, she couldn't stay awake until then.

Oh, that's great, it's been so long since I've had such a comfortable time going to the bathroom.

On my way back to my room, I passed my mother's bedroom, where she usually sleeps in her enviable big bed.

The door was open, everything seemed normal. I stopped because I heard strange thumping sounds and rhythmic moans coming from her bedroom.

What's wrong with Mom? I thought she must be doing something strange again, but maybe she's sick? Perhaps I should call the doctor.

The room was dark, but I could clearly see my mother standing in front of the dressing table, facing the mirror. Her left hand was on the table, while her right hand was obscured, so I couldn't see what she was doing. However, I could tell that her right hand was moving back and forth near her groin, as if pushing something inside her. The clattering sounds came from the dressing table, and the moans came from my mother; she let out pleasurable moans as her right hand moved.

I stared blankly at the mirror, and in it, I saw my mother's full breasts trembling with her masturbation.

Oh, what a sensual and stimulating scene! But before I could even appreciate it, I was captivated by my mother's expression.

My mother's eyes were open, but she wasn't looking at her bouncing breasts or her groin; her eyes were fixed on me, clearly watching my reaction.

Dim moonlight streamed in through the window, and I think I saw the urgent pleading and need in her eyes.

Suddenly, I felt extreme fear and confusion. I ran back to my bedroom as if my life depended on it and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, when I woke up, I found my mother standing by my bed (this time wearing a well-fitting bathrobe),

touching my forehead.

"You're a little hot. You seem to have a high fever. I think you'd better not go to school today."

Actually, I was fine and didn't have a fever, but how could a sixteen-year-old boy possibly enjoy going to school? If Mom allowed me to skip school, who would be foolish enough to insist on going?

After she made breakfast for my younger siblings, she sent them all off to school as usual.

Ten minutes later, my siblings had all left, and Mom came in. "You're not sick, get up. Go take a shower first. I have something to tell you," she commanded, but her tone was gentle.

I slipped into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature to a comfortable level, and began my morning routine of masturbating. Just as I was getting into it, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and Mom was standing in the doorway.

"I told you you were going to take a shower, not fiddle with your thing. Do you want me to stand here and watch you shower?" she said angrily.

"No, no, no! Mom, please, please close the door!" I pleaded.

My mother's interruption made me lose interest, and my penis quickly went limp.

I hurriedly finished my shower and was drying myself with a towel when the door opened again, and my mother came in.

"Hi, baby, let Mommy help you," my mother said, using a large, soft towel to dry my body.

"I didn't want to interrupt you, baby," she said, "but we need to talk about what happened last night. I think it'll be good for both of us, if you didn't ejaculate."

After drying myself off, my mother took my hand and led me to her bedroom. We sat together on the bed, and she was still wearing the bathrobe she had been wearing.

"Now, let's talk about what happened in the bathroom earlier. How many times do you masturbate every day? Anyway, I've never seen a boy ejaculate as frequently as you."

"Oh, Mom! I haven't done it as much as you're saying!"

She grinned, revealing her teeth. "Be honest, don't try to fool your mother. Think about who does your laundry. Your shorts are always covered in dried semen, your sheets are always stained, not to mention you use every pair of your sister's and mine's underwear as a rag. Your brothers are only seven and eight years old, it couldn't be them, so who else could it be but you? Tell me, how many times?"

I looked down at the floor, hesitatingly saying, "Usually five times, sometimes seven."

Mom's eyes lit up, and she murmured, "Great."

She lifted my head, making me look at her.

"Last night I saw you staring at me, do you know what I was doing then?"

"I don't know, Mom. At first I thought you were catching something, but you looked comfortable. Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have peeked at you."

"You weren't peeking, child, I let you see. I need you to see so we can talk.

I really wished you would come into the room last night, but this is good, now we have something to talk about, we can see what the other is doing, and who they're doing it with. I was masturbating then, what you call masturbation."

"Does Mom do that too?"

"Of course, baby,"

she said, "People do that when they can't satisfy their sexual needs. Okay, now let's go to bed."

She had me lie down in the middle of the bed, then

went to the window, opened it, and let the morning sunlight into the bedroom.

Then she took a black strip of cloth from the closet, walked behind me, and suddenly blindfolded me with it, tying a knot.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll untie it soon. I just wanted to surprise you." As I was pondering the meaning behind my mother's words, I heard a sound like something slipping, like a snake. Then the bed moved; my mother had gotten into bed and lay down next to me on the pillow.

"Okay, I'll untie the cloth, but don't peek, okay? Keep your eyes closed." She said, "Swear you won't peek."

"Okay, Mom, I swear."

My mother untied the blindfold, letting it fall around my neck. I kept my promise and kept my eyes tightly closed. I caught the faint scent of my mother's body again, the same delicate fragrance I smelled last night while playing cards. My lower body began to harden; my mother must have seen it. I was curious to know her reaction.

"Okay, child, open your eyes." God, my mother is so beautiful!

The "hissing" sound I heard earlier was the sound of her bathrobe slipping off and hitting the floor. My mother's body, now presented before me, was like the most perfect masterpiece bestowed by God, naked and dazzlingly beautiful. Naturally, my gaze first focused on my mother's breasts, which I had always longed to climb since I was a child.

Since I was three years old, I had never had the chance to see them without any obstruction. Now they were all laid out before me, still so white, firm, and full, their pointed nipples as red as I remembered, now erect and excited.

My gaze quickly swept over my mother's vulva, not daring to linger. I knew I had to, because I knew my mother might have come up with a new way to tease this novice, and soon I would be sent back to my room to masturbate to these memories.

My mother's pubic hair was jet black and shiny, looking somewhat damp, the thick pubic hair covering the entire mound, making it impossible for me to see the cleft I had seen with my girlfriend in the same grade.

Suddenly, my mother's pelvis thrust forward, her body arching back, revealing the cleft of her vulva. My mother spread her labia with her hands, and I could see a large, granular object at the top of the cleft. Could this be the "clitoris" I'd read about in a marriage manual I'd stolen from my mother's girlfriend? Below it was a deep, unfathomable hole that seemed capable of swallowing my penis effortlessly.

The thought of the pleasure of my penis being swallowed by my mother's mysterious vagina made me tremble involuntarily. My penis became vigorous, fully erect, and clear fluid flowed from the tip.

At the same time, my mother pulled a long, white plastic dildo from under the pillow. She told me it could relax her muscles, and then she inserted it into her vagina and began to thrust forcefully.

"This is what I did last night,"

she said. "I wanted a real penis inside me, but all I had was this cold plastic toy. I could only use it to comfort myself. How I wished someone could completely save me.

But last night my cowardly son didn't have the courage to do it. Now I don't need it anymore. I want you, son, come on!"

Somehow, I misunderstood my mother because she was still rubbing her vulva with that plastic thing.

"Are you still going to use this thing to satisfy yourself?" I asked stupidly.

"No, child, I don't want to do it alone. I think it'll be more fun if we do it together."

This time I didn't misunderstand, and stammered, "Mom, you mean we...we...together...uh...together...that...uh...together using it?"

"No, baby, we're not going to use 'it'. We're going to make love together! I'll suck your cock, and you'll lick my hole. You'll suck Mommy's breasts, fuck Mommy's breasts, and I'll suck every last drop of your semen so you can't get up again today."

She turned my body around, and her wet lips gently kissed my mouth.

"Don't hate your mother, child," she said. For the first time, I saw my mother cry. "I'm not old yet. I have a strong sex drive, just like you, but no one can truly satisfy me. I can't just go out on the street and find any man; your father would find out, and I don't want to hurt him. Your father asked you to take care of me before he passed away. I don't think he meant it, but now I really need you."

"Oh, Mom, I've never hated you. You have no idea how much I miss you, but I don't know what to do. I've never actually done this with a woman before."

"I suppose so. You don't even know how to kiss."

"Teach me, Mom."

Mom leaned closer to me, her lips meeting mine again. I felt her tongue lightly glide across my lips, then tease my teeth, trying to push in.

"Open your lips a little wider, baby," Mom said.

I felt Mom's soft, warm tongue slip into my mouth, our tongues entwining intensely. I instinctively resisted her advance, but her tongue suddenly flicked back, pulling my tongue into hers.

What a sensual experience! Our tongues were locked in a passionate embrace, each thrusting and retreating, desperately sucking each other's saliva.

At the same time, Mom guided my hand to her high, firm breasts, squeezing and kneading her nipples forcefully. I felt my penis harden like never before.

Mom turned to me and said, "You want to suck on them, don't you? You remember what you were like when you were little, right? You used to sleep with me back then." "

I remember, Mom, you used to kick me out of bed because I kept sucking on your nipples."

"I chased you away because I loved what you did. When you were a baby, your father didn't approve of me breastfeeding, saying it would ruin the shape of my breasts, but he suckled every day, didn't he? But whenever I had the chance, I would secretly breastfeed you, you remember? You were a natural at suckling, I almost came every time."

Mom's hand gently stroked my hard, throbbing penis, her slender fingers lightly tapping my glans, spreading the clear lubricant that flowed from my glans and the entire shaft. It felt so good, so good that I couldn't stop gasping.

"Now I'll teach you how to use your mouth, watch carefully," she said.

Suddenly, Mom lowered her head, opened her mouth, and took my penis in. The warm sensation enveloped my entire body, and I, who had never experienced oral sex before, couldn't help but moan. Mom was deliberately trying to embarrass me; her head rose and fell, her lips tightly sucking on my penis, sucking hard, her tongue circling the shaft, wriggling back and forth, her teeth gently biting the base of my penis, the squeezing sending a radiant sensation through me.

I had read in some novels about men ejaculating in women's mouths to please them, and I didn't want my first time to be wasted so easily, but I could no longer control my senses.

I felt like an old car, about to break down at any moment.

My mother didn't seem to realize I'd ejaculated so quickly, so her deadly tongue pressed against my glans, gently teasing it with the tip. A tingling, numbing sensation shot straight to my brain.

Before I could even process what was happening, a shiver ran down my back, and a thick stream of semen suddenly gushed out, blocked by my mother's tongue, splattering everywhere and covering her mouth. Then, I collapsed onto the bed with a sigh of relief, still reeling from the intense pleasure.

My mother licked my semen clean and then swallowed it in large gulps.

"God, this tastes so good, I love it. But next time I suck your cock, don't ejaculate so quickly, at least make it last a little longer so Mommy can have some fun, otherwise Mommy will get angry." Mommy licked her lips, a little unsatisfied.

"Now, let Mommy give my good son some rewards. Come here, let Mommy breastfeed you." ? ? As soon as she finished speaking, I reflexively darted to Mommy's side. My long-standing special fondness for Mommy's breasts led to this inappropriate behavior.

Mommy sat up; her breasts were snow-white and full, somewhat sagging, but undeniably full of the alluring charm of a mature woman.

I reached out and cupped my mother's breasts, lifting them to my lips so that I could easily reach the two firm, rosy nipples.

Only now did I understand what it meant when men in erotic novels mentioned the size of a woman's breasts. My mother's breasts were surprisingly substantial, and this size, this color, and these erect nipples seemed to proclaim that they were the breasts of a mature, perfect woman, incomparable to the so-called large breasts of a teenage girl or the withered breasts of an inexperienced girl. These were real breasts; they displayed the charm of a truly mature woman.

As I suckled them with ecstasy, I truly felt like an adult.

My mother moaned, stroking my hair.

The scene of my mother using her tongue to make me come was still vivid in my mind. I was licking my mother's right breast, taking the erect nipple into my mouth, my tongue gently circling the areola. From the sensitive tip of my tongue, I could feel my mother's body trembling slightly, and a warm liquid seeping from her nipple. I gently bit the base of my mother's breast with my teeth, licking the milk flowing from her breast with my tongue; it was faint, sweet, and had an indescribable familiarity.

I was intently wandering over my mother's right breast, and my mother's moans became more rapid. Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "Is my left side badly affected?" "No, Mom. I just wanted to make you happier. If you like, I'll switch right away." I switched sides, repeating my efforts on my left breast.

"Oh, baby, you did so well! Your dad can't compare to you. I wish I could have breastfed you every day when you were little, and I wish I could have breastfed you while your dad was in jail. I'm so stupid, I missed so many good times. Oh, suckle Mommy's milk, baby, suckle Mommy's milk hard!"

I remembered how Mommy had made me ejaculate embarrassingly while sucking my penis, and I was determined to make Mommy embarrass herself like that too.

I gently bit my mother's nipple, pulling it forcefully from side to side, while simultaneously kneading her full breasts vigorously like dough.

My mother gasped and moaned, "Harder... oh... oh... harder... child... harder..."

After several minutes of this diligent ravaging of my mother's breasts, she couldn't resist any longer. She pulled my head away and pressed it against her vulva, saying, "I didn't expect you to be so quick-witted, child. Now, use your little slutty mouth to fuck your mother's cunt."

My mother fumbled around a few times before guiding my face to her vulva, which was already soaking wet, emanating a warm, sweet scent that was a hundred times more intense than any other stimulation.

"Quickly lick Mommy's there, child." Mommy, afraid I wouldn't understand, said, "Use your tongue to lick Mommy's vulva. If it goes smoothly, we'll both be very happy.

Don't be shy. You know this is where you were born. Your father ejaculated inside, and then you came out from here. You're just going back to your old place for a visit.

Hurry up and lick, stick your tongue in and lick up all the nectar inside. Don't worry about ethics or morality, let them go to hell."

With Mommy's words, I confidently licked all of Mommy's vulva with my tongue.

My tongue went deep into Mommy's vagina, scraping hard against the vaginal walls, drawing out the constantly flowing fluid and swallowing it. You see, I only do this when I'm eating ice cream or when I see a particularly beautiful woman.

I paid close attention to my mother's reactions. When my tongue moved inside her vagina, she would make short, rapid breaths, her body would tremble, and the secretion of fluid from her vaginal walls would intensify.

I discovered that when I licked a small protrusion inside my mother's vagina, her reaction would suddenly intensify, so I specifically targeted that protrusion.

My mother moaned, "Oh...yes...child...you little rascal...oh...so clever...knowing to lick Mommy's little clitoris...making Mommy so itchy...oh...oh oh...so good...oh...God...Mommy's going to cum...oh..."

I kept licking my mother's vulva, my tongue deeply inserted into her vagina.

I savored the taste of my mother's vagina, a mixture of incredible stickiness, moisture, warmth, a hint of spiciness, and a slightly salty flavor.

I felt a strange excitement because this had always been Daddy's favorite forbidden zone, the place where my younger siblings and I were born, and I also knew that this was where my penis would enter later.

My mother's breathing became more and more rapid, her vaginal walls contracted violently, tightly entwining my tongue as if trying to twist it off and shove it deep inside. My

mother's vaginal fluid kept flowing out, running down my face, sticking to my face and the entire groin of my thighs, and then flowing onto the bed, soaking the sheets.

"Oh... baby... my dearest son..." my mother cried out, "Suck harder... good son... lick my pussy harder... oh... oh... Mommy's going to come... good son... you've made Mommy come... oh... so good... I can't take it anymore... oh... oh... oh oh... I'm coming... no... I'm coming... I'm coming..."

I withdrew my tongue and looked up at my mother.

My mother's body was convulsing, her expression one of great pain. She gripped my shoulders tightly, her fingers digging deep into my muscles.

After a while, she calmed down, smiled at me, and then said the words that touched me most deeply.

"Thank you, my child, my love. That was so beautiful. You brought me to orgasm too. Now, it's time for my precious son to experience adult pleasure. Come on, child, godmother!"

I climbed on top of my mother, face to face, my erect penis touching her pubic hair, intensely stimulating my glans.

“Mom, I know what we’re doing is wrong. We won’t call each other by our real names, we’ll act like a couple, okay?”

“No!” Mom was unexpectedly agitated.

She quickly softened her tone and said, “Child, do you know what incest is?”

“Of course, Mom,” I said, “It’s incest when members of the same family commit adultery and have sex with each other, like what we’re doing now, right, Mom?”

“Correct, son, absolutely correct. Do you know that incest is the most lewd and depraved thing? In real society, it’s absolutely forbidden; it’s an offense, a crime, even against nature.

Do you know all this?”

I laughed. "Of course, Mom. But isn't it more fun this way?"

Mom laughed too. "Mom's glad you think so too. I don't want to lose this lewd, wonderful feeling.

I also need you to keep reminding me that we're mother and son, that we're committing incest. When we make love later, I'll call you son, and you have to call me Mommy, not Mother or Mama. Children call their mothers Mommy, and I want to remember that I'm making love with my dearest son."

I looked at Mom affectionately . My mother, with her beautiful brown eyes, said, "I love you, Mommy."

She happily replied, "I love you too, son. I'm so glad you haven't been with other women before. Mommy wants to be your first woman, and I'll teach you how to make love."

She reached down and grabbed my penis, saying with delight, "Oh, so hard! This is Mommy's now. Thank you, son."

She guided my glans to her vaginal opening, then encircled my buttocks with her hands and pushed me forward. Since my mother's vagina was already very wet, my penis slid smoothly into her body.

My mother exclaimed joyfully, "Oh, welcome back, my good son!"

She instructed me to thrust my hips back and forth so that my penis could fully penetrate, becoming one with her.

I felt her warm, tight vaginal walls gripping my penis, as if there was a suction force deep within her vagina, drawing it in further. The walls undulated rhythmically—truly an experienced and well-trained vagina!

I was captivated by this unimaginable pleasure. What a feeling!

It was nothing like the "tight enough to break your genitals" kind of vagina I'd read about in books.

Keep in mind, my mother had given birth to five children, and my father never let her go every night.

It was a warm and comfortable feeling, like slipping on a perfectly fitting glove—not too tight, yet perfectly against my penis, it felt wonderful.

My mother's vagina was hot and wet; this was the first woman's vagina I had ever penetrated.

I remembered what my mother had just said, so I relaxed my body, letting the lewd incestuous feeling guide my actions. I talked to my mother while penetrating her vagina.

"Do you like it, Mommy? It's your own son fucking Mommy's cunt."

"Want to continue, Mommy?"

"Oh, this feeling is so lewd, so obscene, isn't it, Mommy?"

"Does it feel good for Mommy and your precious son to fuck together?"

"..."

I lowered my head and bit Mommy's nipple, pulling it hard from side to side, licking the center of Mommy's nipple with the tip of my tongue, giving Mommy a bone-chilling pleasure.

My mother's hand stroked my hair: "Oh...oh...yes...son is fucking mommy...oh...slutty son and mommy...oh...good son...harder...keep fucking mommy...fuck mommy hard to death..."

I stole a glance at my mother. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face was flushed, her breathing was heavy, and fine sweat was seeping from her forehead. She looked very intoxicated.

"Your son's penis is big, isn't it, Mommy? Do you like your son's penis?"

Mommy murmured unconsciously, "Oh...oh...yes...oh...yes...so big...so good...so hard...oh...my precious son has a big penis...oh...oh oh...it feels so good to Mommy...faster...harder...oh..."

I knew Mommy's reaction to me biting her nipple, so I did another experiment.

I reached down to Mommy's vulva, teasing her labia, forcefully twisting and pulling the two labia up and down, back and forth, left and right, while my penis went in and out faster. With each in and out, Mommy's vaginal flesh rolled in and out, bringing out a lot of vaginal fluid. The scene was extremely lewd.

"Oh...oh!" Mom screamed, "No...no...oh...oh oh...please spare Mommy...oh...it's too beautiful...oh oh...I can't take it anymore...son...Mommy can't take it anymore...faster...faster...Mommy's coming...faster...faster...oh...oh oh...oh oh oh...Mommy's going to cum...ah..."

Although Mommy had already come once from my licking, her vaginal fluids started flowing out in large quantities, running down my penis onto my lower abdomen, thighs, and hands, completely soaking the sheets.

With each powerful collision of our bodies, her vaginal fluids were splashed everywhere, covering my entire body.

Mommy's vaginal walls tightened more and more, gripping my penis tightly, making each thrust incredibly difficult.

At the same time, my mother kept letting out wanton, lewd moans, assaulting my consciousness. Her throbbing buttocks swayed wildly from side to side, as if trying to rip my penis off at the root. This feeling was so much better than when my mother had sucked me out with her mouth earlier, and that time it was a solo orgasm, but this time I was going to ejaculate with my mother!

My consciousness blurred, all my senses focused on the point where my mother and I were joined, feeling the rhythmic pulsation emanating from there, feeling my body tremble, as if something was constantly radiating out, making me feel completely comfortable.

This radiating sensation lasted for a long time; in my entire life, I can't remember ever ejaculating so much.

I pulled away from my mother and lay exhausted beside her. My consciousness hadn't fully returned to my body; everything around me felt so distant, so blurry.

In my hazy state, I seemed to hear her say, "Oh, my son is so good; he ejaculated inside me. I wish we could have a baby."

I snapped back to reality. Damn it! I suddenly remembered my cousin telling me that sex between men and women could lead to childbirth, and I had not only slept with my mother but had also ejaculated inside her.

I panicked instantly. I wasn't her father, and even if I wanted to, my siblings would never allow it. How could I explain this to my father? Making my mother have a child was my father's responsibility.

"Oh God, Mom. What if you're pregnant? What should we do next? How long will it take for my baby to come out? What should I do?" I was indeed a little anxious. After all, I was still just a child, and when faced with things I couldn't control, I could only listen to my mother.

My mother laughed: "You know this will make you pregnant? I thought you wanted Mom to give you a son! Isn't this good? It would be fun to have a son who calls you 'brother.' Besides, I also want to give my precious son a big, healthy boy."

I was so anxious that I was about to cry.

Seeing my anxiety, Mom teased me a bit before saying, "Honey, don't worry, it's not that easy to get pregnant. Mommy's safe period still has a week left. Even during the unsafe period, if Mommy wanted to get pregnant every time we had sex, I'd be exhausted. Look at how long it took your dad and me to have five kids!"

Oh, I see. I felt relieved.

Mom continued to reassure me, allaying my concerns: "Listen, child. I'm your mother. Even if I were promiscuous, I wouldn't hurt my son. Mommy just wants you to have sex with me, and I hope you like it. Don't worry about getting pregnant; that's Mommy's business, you don't need to worry about it." ? She gave me a long, slow, gentle, and deep kiss.

"Okay, now, I want you to try something new. You only licked Mommy's vulva earlier, so let's try something new this time. Come on, child, lick Mommy again." I kept licking Mommy, and she licked my penis. Every time I fucked Mommy, I would carefully lick her vulva before and after, until she was satisfied.

I really liked it. That day, the number "69" became a lucky number in my life.

When my mother clamped my penis between her full, soft breasts, I felt like I was in heaven. It was the most amazing experience I had since I was two years old. I never knew that breasts could not only be used for breastfeeding, but also for some of the functions of a vagina. It was truly an eye-opener.

It seemed that today was the happiest day of my life.

We intertwined several more times until we were both exhausted and could not continue. However, even if we wanted to continue, it was impossible. Looking at the time, the other children would be coming home from school soon.

The return of the others was indeed a problem. Although I could make love with my mother until my father came home, if my younger sister and brother found out, it would be a big problem.

My mother and I conspired to only make love twice a day from then on: once in the afternoon before everyone else came home from school, and once at night when everyone else was asleep. But sometimes we couldn't resist and would sneak into the warehouse to relieve ourselves, then drive to the cedar forest outside the city and stop to have our fun in the back seat.

Two months after my father left, our happiest time arrived, an opportunity created by my mother. Since it was summer vacation, my mother arranged for the other children to either visit relatives or go camping. Of course, I was "forced" to stay home with my mother. This gave us a whole week to enjoy time alone together, and I felt like a married man, enjoying the sweetness of life with my beloved wife.

I openly slept in my mother's large bed, and we would make love non-stop whenever we wanted. To please me, my mother stayed completely naked for a whole week. Even after we finished having sex, when my mother's breasts were sore from my sucking and biting that they couldn't stand up anymore, I still derived immense satisfaction from looking at my mother's naked body. Especially the sight of her snow-white, full breasts covered with my saliva and bite marks, and my semen flowing from her plump vulva, excited me the most.

Indeed, watching my semen flow little by little from my mother's vulva was an immense source of satisfaction. However, as my sex life with my mother became more and more frequent, one thing constantly troubled me and increased my mental stress: could my mother become pregnant because of our sexual relationship?

I decided to have a serious talk with my mother about this, after all, even a child my age is well aware of the consequences of consanguineous pregnancy.

After one particularly intense period of sex with my mother, I brought up this troubling question.

"This is truly the greatest moment of my life, Mom," I said. "I hope it lasts a long time. I can't imagine what I'll do when I can't fuck Mom's pussy anymore."

"Oh, me too, baby. I wish we could stay like this forever. Maybe we can find a way to continue without anyone finding out."

I kissed Mom deeply and said, "That would be crazy, Mom! But if you were pregnant, it would be a problem, even though we've been very careful."

"What are you talking about? Do you want to use a condom?" Mom smiled and lowered her voice. "Oh, but this is indeed a troublesome matter. I almost completely forgot about it until you mentioned it. But it's too late now; my safe period ended three days ago. Oh well, it's already like this, there's no way to avoid it now. I think we won't have to worry for the next three weeks until nine months later."

Then, she laughed again. "Don't worry, child. The chance of a woman getting pregnant is extremely slim. I don't believe you'll be so lucky. If you are, you'll be a father."

To be honest, for the next ten days, I was constantly on edge, trying my best to avoid ejaculating directly into my mother's vagina. I felt that my mother had the same reaction as me.

Sigh, marriage and childbirth are natural, but incest involving mother and child is so distressing.

On the eleventh day, Mom said, "Okay, child, let's rest for a while. My period is here today."

I could hear the helplessness and longing in her voice.

For the next month, we were both exhausted by this, and our schedules were constantly messed up.

Sometimes Mom would say, "Today is a safe period," and then change her mind, "Oh, I forgot what day it is. Worrying is useless."

Good heavens, I'm getting confused by Mom. It seems she doesn't even know her own safe period anymore.

While we were enjoying our summer "honeymoon," we received a phone call from Dad. He was coming home! His boss had granted him leave, and he could come home this weekend.

In this last week, my mother and I completely forgot the anxiety of the past month. Pregnancy, childbirth—we threw all those thoughts to the back of our minds and focused solely on making love day and night.

I became bolder than ever, ejaculating all over my mother's body, and even preferring to ejaculate deep into her uterus, regardless of safe or unsafe periods.

"Mom, we've done everything in these past three months, but there's still one thing we haven't done."

"What are you talking about, child? Do you really want a baby?" My mother looked eager and longing.

“No, Mom, it’s not like that. I mean, if you give birth within three months of Daddy leaving, and then within six or nine months after that, people will suspect something.”

My fingers slid down her buttocks, stopping at her anus, and I said, “I mean, I’ve been with your vagina, your breasts, and your mouth, but this is the only place I haven’t been with. Mom, let me do it.”

“Oh…oh! Child,”

Mom exclaimed in surprise, “No one has ever done this to me before, not even your father.”

"Great!" I said happily, "You've taken my son's virginity, so at least I have the right to explore another virgin territory of Mom's, and besides, Mom wants it too, right?"

The next day, after the other children went to school, I swaggered into Mom's bedroom. Mom took out a soft tube to make it easier for me to enter her anus. I put the tube on my erect penis, inserted the other end into Mom's anus, knelt down, aligned the head of my penis with Mom's anus, and pushed forward forcefully.

Mom's body was very tense, and her anus was very tight, making it difficult for my penis to move.

I knew from a book that if Mom felt happy, the anal sphincter muscles would relax, and then it would be much easier to enter. But I didn't want to do that. I wanted to force my way in, and Mom seemed to want me to do the same.

"Oh, Mom, I'm going in. I'm going to force my way in, whether you like it or not!

If you don't like it, I'll be even happier! Let your son deflower your ass, you filthy bitch, you slut, watch me fuck you to death." This was the first time in my life I had spoken to my mother so rudely, but she seemed to be enjoying it.

"Oh...yes...good...son...good son...put it in Mommy's asshole...Mommy wants you to put it in...oh...oh...fuck Mommy's asshole hard...oh...fuck...fuck hard...fuck hard...fuck until Mommy can't sit up anymore...oh...it hurts so much...Mommy likes it so much...the more it hurts Mommy, the better..." My penis was deeply inserted into Mommy's anus. Mommy's anus was contracted very tightly, the sphincter muscles were like clamps, as if they wanted to clamp my penis off, but it made me feel a strange pleasure when my penis went in and out.

Mommy looked like she was in a lot of pain, but her buttocks were desperately moving towards me, which gave me a sadistic pleasure.

Soon, Mom's thighs began to tremble violently, making my penis numb. A gush of hot fluid spurted out, hitting deep inside Mom's anus.

Mom's body convulsed violently, her legs trembled, and hot fluid flowed down her thighs.

That day, I fucked Mom's anus twice, finally stopping only when the pain became so severe that she couldn't sit up.

On the last night before Dad returned, I went to Mom's room to spend our last night together.

My mother wasn't asleep; she was waiting for me, but she looked very melancholy. "Now you and your father have something in common, child."

When I understood the meaning behind her words, my heart almost stopped.

"It's over between us."

Suddenly, I felt I had nothing left to cherish in this family. Although my mother's tone implied a desire to hold onto our past, my father was coming home tomorrow, and my mother would be back in his arms. I couldn't face this reality.

Believe it or not, I'm happy my father is coming home, even if it means losing my mother. I love my father very much; he's been my idol since I was little, and I've tried my best to imitate everything he does, including making love with my mother. I respect him and don't want to hurt him, and I think my mother feels the same way.

Later, I made up my mind that one day I would leave home. I knew I couldn't build a family independently with my mother because she was my mother, and I wanted a wife to spend my life with and give me a legitimate child. I knew very well that my mother wasn't that kind of woman.

Oh, Mom, my dearest mother, she can only be my eternal, unattainable dream. [The End]

Every night when I went to the bathroom, I would encounter many "strange things." My mother was still wearing a narrow short shirt, only it had become shorter, only covering her nipples. Most of her snow-white pectoral muscles were exposed in front of me, revealing a deep cleavage, which often made my eyes bulge. Almost every time I got up in the middle of the night, I would run into my mother dressed like this, as if she was deliberately waiting for me. I wondered what her real purpose was in doing this. The first Sunday after my father left, my mother and I sat together in the living room, but I felt incredibly bored. My mother seemed restless. She said she wanted to teach me a game of two-player cards. She was wearing a light brown, see-through old nightgown, and as she bent down to shuffle the cards, I could see her firm, red nipples through the neckline. Every time our hands accidentally touched, my mother's body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, her breasts quivering alluringly.

We could feel a tense, restless atmosphere in the room.

Mom was sweating profusely, and despite the cold, she was dressed very lightly. My body temperature rose rapidly due to this atmosphere. My genitals, unable to resist the urge, swelled up faster than ever before, but the tight jeans made my glans ache.

I started thinking of other new games, searching for one that Mom could join in, just the two of us. Mom exuded a mature woman's alluring fragrance, a scent that could arouse a man's desire, which gave rise to lewd and obscene thoughts in me, and my longing for Mom's body suddenly became stronger than ever before.

I think my mother is probably feeling the same way I am, but because there are other children around, she doesn't dare to make a move. In the living room, my sister Rose is watching us play card games with great interest. Under that focused gaze, how could I possibly put my hand inside my mother's pajamas? Remembering how often she argues and fights with me, I wanted nothing more than to kick her out of the room.

But on the other hand, I was also a little scared.

I'm only sixteen, while my mother is a mature thirty-two-year-old woman, older than me and my biological mother. Could it be that I'm just imagining things, misunderstanding my mother's intentions? Perhaps she's just concerned for her child, out of natural maternal love?

No matter what, she's my mother. How could a son lay a hand on his father's woman? The textbooks clearly state that incest is wrong, incest is bad, and the consequences of incest are severe—there's no doubt about that.

Thinking about this made me feel deflated.

These terrible and chaotic thoughts strongly troubled me. I stood up and told my mother I wasn't feeling well and wanted to go back to my room to sleep.

"Okay, baby. We'll come see you again tomorrow morning. Get some rest tonight," my mother said lovingly, kissing me goodbye. But this time she didn't kiss my cheek; instead, she kissed my lips. I swear, my mother's tongue touched my lips.

This unexpected stimulation forced me to ejaculate twice before I finally fell asleep, exhausted.

Around 3 a.m., I woke up needing to pee and had to go to the bathroom. I reluctantly

got up, a little afraid to go, because I was almost certain Mom would be waiting in the hallway as usual.

But I was wrong; Mom wasn't waiting there. Looks like I was being paranoid. Come to think of it, it was 3 a.m.; even if Mom was really interested, she couldn't stay awake until then.

Oh, great! It's been a long time since I've had such a relaxed bathroom break.

On my way back to my room, I passed Mom's bedroom. Usually, she'd be sleeping in her enviable big bed at this time.

The door was open; everything seemed normal. I stopped because I heard strange thumping sounds and rhythmic moans coming from my mother's bedroom.

What was wrong with her? I thought she must be doing something strange again, but maybe she was sick? Perhaps I should call the doctor.

The room was dark, but I could clearly see my mother standing in front of the dressing table, facing the mirror. Her left hand was on the dressing table, and her right hand was obscured by the table, so I couldn't see what she was doing. However, I could tell that her right hand was moving back and forth near her groin, as if she was pushing something inside her body. The thumping sounds were coming from the dressing table, and the moans were from my mother. When her right hand moved, she would let out a pleasurable moan.

I stared blankly at the mirror, and in it I saw my mother's full breasts trembling with her masturbation.

Oh, what a sensual and stimulating scene! But before I could even appreciate it, I was captivated by my mother's expression.

Her eyes were open, but not at her bouncing breasts, nor at her groin; they were fixed on me, clearly watching my reaction.

Dim moonlight streamed in through the window, and I think I saw the urgent pleading and need in my mother's eyes.

Suddenly, I felt extreme fear and confusion. I ran back to my bedroom as if my life depended on it and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning when I woke up, I found my mother standing in front of my bed (this time wearing a well-fitting bathrobe),

touching my forehead with her hand.

"You're a little hot. You seem to have a high fever. I think you'd better not go to school today."

Actually, I was fine and didn't have a fever, but how could a sixteen-year-old like going to school? If my mother agreed to let me skip school, who would be foolish enough to insist on going?

After she made breakfast for my younger siblings, she sent them all off to school as usual.

Ten minutes later, my siblings had all left, and my mother came in: "You're not sick. Get up and take a shower. I have something to tell you." She commanded, but her tone was gentle.

I slipped into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature to a comfortable level, and began my morning routine of masturbating. Just as I was getting into the swing of things, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and my mother was standing in the doorway.

"I told you to take a shower, not to mess around with your thing. Do you want me to stand here and watch you shower?" she said angrily.

"No, no, no! Mom, please, please close the door!" I pleaded.

Disturbed by my mother, I lost interest, and my penis quickly went limp.

I hurriedly finished my shower and was drying myself with a towel when the door opened again, and my mother came in.

"Hi, baby, let Mom help you," my mother said, using a large, soft towel to dry my body.

“I don’t want to interrupt you, baby,” she said. “But we need to talk about what happened last night. I think it’ll be good for both of us, if you didn’t ejaculate.”

After drying off, Mom took my hand and led me to her bedroom. We sat together on the bed, still wearing the bathrobe she’d been wearing.

“Now, let’s talk about what happened in the bathroom. How many times do you masturbate every day? Anyway, I’ve never seen a boy ejaculate as frequently as you.”

"Oh, Mom! I haven't done it as much as you say!"

She grinned, "Be honest, don't try to fool your mother. Think about who does your laundry. Your shorts are always covered in dried semen, your sheets are always stained, not to mention you use every pair of your sister's and mine's underwear as a rag. Your brothers are only seven and eight years old, it couldn't be them, so who else could it be but you? Tell me, how many times?"

I looked down at the floor, hesitatingly saying, "Usually five times, sometimes seven."

Mom's eyes lit up, and she murmured, "Great."

She lifted my head, making me look at her.

"I saw you staring at me last night. Do you know what I was doing?"

"No, Mom. At first I thought you were grabbing something, but you looked like you were enjoying yourself. Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have peeked."

"You weren't peeking, child. I let you see. I need you to see so we can talk.

I really wished you would come into the room last night, but this is good. Now we have things to talk about, and we can see what the other is doing and with whom. I was masturbating, what you call masturbation."

"Does Mom do that too?"

"Of course, baby,"

she said. "People do that when they can't satisfy their sexual needs. Okay, now let's go to bed."

She had me lie down in the middle of the bed, then

went to the window and opened it, letting the morning sunlight into the bedroom.

Then she took a black strip of cloth from the closet, walked behind me, and suddenly blindfolded me with it, tying a knot.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll untie it soon. I just wanted to surprise you." As I was pondering the meaning behind my mother's words, I heard a sound like something slipping, like a snake. Then the bed moved; my mother had gotten into bed and lay down next to me on the pillow.

"Okay, I'll untie the cloth, but don't peek, okay? Keep your eyes closed." She said, "Swear you won't peek."

"Okay, Mom, I swear."

My mother untied the blindfold, letting it fall around my neck. I kept my promise and kept my eyes tightly closed. I caught the faint scent of my mother's body again, the same delicate fragrance I smelled last night while playing cards. My lower body began to harden; my mother must have seen it. I was curious to know her reaction.

"Okay, child, open your eyes." God, my mother is so beautiful!

The "hissing" sound I heard earlier was the sound of her bathrobe slipping off and hitting the floor. My mother's body, now presented before me, was like the most perfect masterpiece bestowed by God, naked and dazzlingly beautiful. Naturally, my gaze first focused on my mother's breasts, which I had always longed to climb since I was a child.

Since I was three years old, I had never had the chance to see them without any obstruction. Now they were all laid out before me, still so white, firm, and full, their pointed nipples as red as I remembered, now erect and excited.

My gaze quickly swept over my mother's vulva, not daring to linger. I knew I had to, because I knew my mother might have come up with a new way to tease this novice, and soon I would be sent back to my room to masturbate to these memories.

My mother's pubic hair was jet black and shiny, looking somewhat damp, the thick pubic hair covering the entire mound, making it impossible for me to see the cleft I had seen with my girlfriend in the same grade.

Suddenly, my mother's pelvis thrust forward, her body arching back, revealing the cleft of her vulva. My mother spread her labia with her hands, and I could see a large, granular object at the top of the cleft. Could this be the "clitoris" I'd read about in a marriage manual I'd stolen from my mother's girlfriend? Below it was a deep, unfathomable hole that seemed capable of swallowing my penis effortlessly.

The thought of the pleasure of my penis being swallowed by my mother's mysterious vagina made me tremble involuntarily. My penis became vigorous, fully erect, and clear fluid flowed from the tip.

At the same time, my mother pulled a long, white plastic dildo from under the pillow. She told me it could relax her muscles, and then she inserted it into her vagina and began to thrust forcefully.

"This is what I did last night,"

she said. "I wanted a real penis inside me, but all I had was this cold plastic toy. I could only use it to comfort myself. How I wished someone could completely save me.

But last night my cowardly son didn't have the courage to do it. Now I don't need it anymore. I want you, son, come on!"

Somehow, I misunderstood my mother because she was still rubbing her vulva with that plastic thing.

"Are you still going to use this thing to satisfy yourself?" I asked stupidly.

"No, child, I don't want to do it alone. I think it'll be more fun if we do it together."

This time I didn't misunderstand, and stammered, "Mom, you mean we...we...together...uh...together...that...uh...together using it?"

"No, baby, we're not going to use 'it'. We're going to make love together! I'll suck your cock, and you'll lick my hole. You'll suck Mommy's breasts, fuck Mommy's breasts, and I'll suck every last drop of your semen so you can't get up again today."

She turned my body around, and her wet lips gently kissed my mouth.

"Don't hate your mother, child," she said. For the first time, I saw my mother cry. "I'm not old yet. I have a strong sex drive, just like you, but no one can truly satisfy me. I can't just go out on the street and find any man; your father would find out, and I don't want to hurt him. Your father asked you to take care of me before he passed away. I don't think he meant it, but now I really need you."

"Oh, Mom, I've never hated you. You have no idea how much I miss you, but I don't know what to do. I've never actually done this with a woman before."

"I suppose so. You don't even know how to kiss."

"Teach me, Mom."

Mom leaned closer to me, her lips meeting mine again. I felt her tongue lightly glide across my lips, then tease my teeth, trying to push in.

"Open your lips a little wider, baby," Mom said.

I felt Mom's soft, warm tongue slip into my mouth, our tongues entwining intensely. I instinctively resisted her advance, but her tongue suddenly flicked back, pulling my tongue into hers.

What a sensual experience! Our tongues were locked in a passionate embrace, each thrusting and retreating, desperately sucking each other's saliva.

At the same time, my mother guided my hand to her high, firm breasts, squeezing and kneading her nipples forcefully. I felt my penis become harder than ever before.

My mother turned to me and said, "You want to suck on them, don't you? You remember what you looked like when you were little, right? You used to sleep with me back then."

"I remember, Mom, you chased me off the bed because I kept sucking on your nipple."

"I chased you away because I loved it so much. When you were a baby, your father didn't approve of me breastfeeding, saying it would ruin the shape of my breasts, but he suckled on my nipple every day, didn't he? But whenever I had the chance, I would secretly breastfeed you, you remember? You were a natural at suckling, I almost came every time."

Mom's hand gently stroked my hard, throbbing penis, her slender fingers lightly tapping my glans, spreading the clear lubricant that flowed from my glans and the entire shaft. It felt so good, so good that I couldn't stop gasping.

"Now I'll teach you how to use your mouth, watch carefully," she said.

Suddenly, Mom lowered her head, opened her mouth, and took my penis in. The warm sensation enveloped my entire body, and I, who had never experienced oral sex before, couldn't help but moan. Mom was deliberately trying to embarrass me; her head rose and fell, her lips tightly sucking on my penis, sucking hard, her tongue circling the shaft, wriggling back and forth, her teeth gently biting the base of my penis, the squeezing sending a radiant sensation through me.

I had read in some novels about men ejaculating in women's mouths to please them, and I didn't want my first time to be wasted so easily, but I could no longer control my senses.

I felt like an old car, about to break down at any moment.

My mother didn't seem to realize I ejaculated so quickly, so her tongue pressed against the tip of my penis, gently teasing it with the tip. A tingling, numbing sensation shot from the head of my penis straight to my brain.

Before I could even understand what was happening, a shiver ran down my back, and a thick stream of semen suddenly gushed out, blocked by my mother's tongue, splattering everywhere and covering her mouth. Then, I collapsed onto the bed with a sigh of relief, still unable to quickly recover from the intense pleasure.

My mother licked my semen clean and then swallowed it in large gulps.

"God, this tastes so good, I love it. But next time I suck your cock, don't ejaculate so quickly, at least make it last a little longer so Mommy can have some fun, otherwise Mommy will get angry." Mommy licked her lips, a little unsatisfied.

"Now, let Mommy give my good son some rewards. Come here, let Mommy breastfeed you." ? ? As soon as she finished speaking, I reflexively darted to Mommy's side. My long-standing special fondness for Mommy's breasts led to this inappropriate behavior.

Mommy sat up; her breasts were snow-white and full, somewhat sagging, but undeniably full of the alluring charm of a mature woman.

I reached out and cupped my mother's breasts, lifting them to my lips so that I could easily reach the two firm, rosy nipples.

Only now did I understand what it meant when men in erotic novels mentioned the size of a woman's breasts. My mother's breasts were surprisingly substantial, and this size, this color, and these erect nipples seemed to proclaim that they were the breasts of a mature, perfect woman, incomparable to the so-called large breasts of a teenage girl or the withered breasts of an inexperienced girl. These were real breasts; they displayed the charm of a truly mature woman.

As I suckled them with ecstasy, I truly felt like an adult.

My mother moaned, stroking my hair.

The scene of my mother using her tongue to make me come was still vivid in my mind. I was licking my mother's right breast, taking the erect nipple into my mouth, my tongue gently circling the areola. From the sensitive tip of my tongue, I could feel my mother's body trembling slightly, and a warm liquid seeping from her nipple. I gently bit the base of my mother's breast with my teeth, licking the milk flowing from her breast with my tongue; it was faint, sweet, and had an indescribable familiarity.

I was intently wandering over my mother's right breast, and my mother's moans became more rapid. Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "Is my left side badly affected?" "No, Mom. I just wanted to make you happier. If you like, I'll switch right away." I switched sides, repeating my efforts on my left breast.

"Oh, baby, you did so well! Your dad can't compare to you. I wish I could have breastfed you every day when you were little, and I wish I could have breastfed you while your dad was in jail. I'm so stupid, I missed so many good times. Oh, suckle Mommy's milk, baby, suckle Mommy's milk hard!"

I remembered how Mommy had made me ejaculate embarrassingly while sucking my penis, and I was determined to make Mommy embarrass herself like that too.

I gently bit my mother's nipple, pulling it forcefully from side to side, while simultaneously kneading her full breasts vigorously like dough.

My mother gasped and moaned, "Harder... oh... oh... harder... child... harder..."

After several minutes of this diligent ravaging of my mother's breasts, she couldn't resist any longer. She pulled my head away and pressed it against her vulva, saying, "I didn't expect you to be so quick-witted, child. Now, use your little slutty mouth to fuck your mother's cunt."

My mother fumbled around a few times before guiding my face to her vulva, which was already soaking wet, emanating a warm, sweet scent that was a hundred times more intense than any other stimulation.

"Quickly lick Mommy's there, child." Mommy, afraid I wouldn't understand, said, "Use your tongue to lick Mommy's vulva. If it goes smoothly, we'll both be very happy.

Don't be shy. You know this is where you were born. Your father ejaculated inside, and then you came out from here. You're just going back to your old place for a visit.

Hurry up and lick, stick your tongue in and lick up all the nectar inside. Don't worry about ethics or morality, let them go to hell."

With Mommy's words, I confidently licked all of Mommy's vulva with my tongue.

My tongue went deep into Mommy's vagina, scraping hard against the vaginal walls, drawing out the constantly flowing fluid and swallowing it. You see, I only do this when I'm eating ice cream or when I see a particularly beautiful woman.

I paid close attention to my mother's reactions. When my tongue moved inside her vagina, she would make short, rapid breaths, her body would tremble, and the secretion of fluid from her vaginal walls would intensify.

I discovered that when I licked a small protrusion inside my mother's vagina, her reaction would suddenly intensify, so I specifically targeted that protrusion.

My mother moaned, "Oh...yes...child...you little rascal...oh...so clever...knowing to lick Mommy's little clitoris...making Mommy so itchy...oh...oh oh...so good...oh...God...Mommy's going to cum...oh..."

I kept licking my mother's vulva, my tongue deeply inserted into her vagina.

I savored the taste of my mother's vagina, a mixture of incredible stickiness, moisture, warmth, a hint of spiciness, and a slightly salty flavor.

I felt a strange excitement because this had always been Daddy's favorite forbidden zone, the place where my younger siblings and I were born, and I also knew that this was where my penis would enter later.

My mother's breathing became more and more rapid, her vaginal walls contracted violently, tightly entwining my tongue as if trying to twist it off and shove it deep inside. My

mother's vaginal fluid kept flowing out, running down my face, sticking to my face and the entire groin of my thighs, and then flowing onto the bed, soaking the sheets.

"Oh... baby... my dearest son..." my mother cried out, "Suck harder... good son... lick my pussy harder... oh... oh... Mommy's going to come... good son... you've made Mommy come... oh... so good... I can't take it anymore... oh... oh... oh oh... I'm coming... no... I'm coming... I'm coming..."

I withdrew my tongue and looked up at my mother.

My mother's body was convulsing, her expression one of great pain. She gripped my shoulders tightly, her fingers digging deep into my muscles.

After a while, she calmed down, smiled at me, and then said the words that touched me most deeply.

"Thank you, my child, my love. That was so beautiful. You brought me to orgasm too. Now, it's time for my precious son to experience adult pleasure. Come on, child, godmother!"

I climbed on top of my mother, face to face, my erect penis touching her pubic hair, intensely stimulating my glans.

“Mom, I know what we’re doing is wrong. We won’t call each other by our real names, we’ll act like a couple, okay?”

“No!” Mom was unexpectedly agitated.

She quickly softened her tone and said, “Child, do you know what incest is?”

“Of course, Mom,” I said, “It’s incest when members of the same family commit adultery and have sex with each other, like what we’re doing now, right, Mom?”

"That's right, son, absolutely right. Do you know that incest is the most lewd and depraved thing? In real society, it's absolutely forbidden, it's a mistake, a crime, even against nature.

Do you know all this?"

I laughed: "Of course, Mom. But isn't it more fun this way?"

Mom laughed too: "Mom is glad you think so too. I don't want to lose this wonderfully lewd feeling.

I also need you to keep reminding me that we are mother and son, that we are committing incest. When we make love later, I'll call you son, and you have to call me Mommy, not Mother or Mama, just Mommy. Children all call their mothers..." "Call me Mommy, I want to remember making love with my most beloved son."

I looked lovingly into my mother's beautiful brown eyes and said, "I love you, Mommy."

Mommy happily replied, "I love you too, son. I'm so glad you haven't been with other women before. Mommy wants to be my precious son's first woman. Mommy will teach my good son how to make love with a woman."

She reached down and grabbed my penis, saying with joy, "Oh, so hard, this is Mommy's now, thank you, son."

She guided my glans to her vaginal opening, then wrapped her arms around my buttocks and pushed me forward. Because Mommy's vaginal opening was already wet, my penis smoothly entered Mommy's body.

My mother exclaimed joyfully, "Oh, welcome back, my good son!"

She instructed me to thrust my hips back and forth so that my penis could fully penetrate, becoming one with her.

I felt her warm, tight vaginal walls gripping my penis, as if there was a suction force deep within her vagina, drawing it in further. The walls undulated rhythmically—truly an experienced and well-trained vagina!

I was captivated by this unimaginable pleasure. What a feeling!

It was nothing like the "tight enough to break your genitals" kind of vagina I'd read about in books.

Keep in mind, my mother had given birth to five children, and my father never let her go every night.

It was a warm and comfortable feeling, like slipping on a perfectly fitting glove—not too tight, yet perfectly against my penis, it felt wonderful.

My mother's vagina was hot and wet; this was the first woman's vagina I had ever penetrated.

I remembered what my mother had just said, so I relaxed my body, letting the lewd incestuous feeling guide my actions. I talked to my mother while penetrating her vagina.

"Do you like it, Mommy? It's your own son fucking Mommy's cunt."

"Want to continue, Mommy?"

"Oh, this feeling is so lewd, so obscene, isn't it, Mommy?"

"Does it feel good for Mommy and your precious son to fuck together?"

"..."

I lowered my head and bit Mommy's nipple, pulling it hard from side to side, licking the center of Mommy's nipple with the tip of my tongue, giving Mommy a bone-chilling pleasure.

My mother's hand stroked my hair: "Oh...oh...yes...son is fucking mommy...oh...slutty son and mommy...oh...good son...harder...keep fucking mommy...fuck mommy hard to death..."

I stole a glance at my mother. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face was flushed, her breathing was heavy, and fine sweat was seeping from her forehead. She looked very intoxicated.

"Your son's penis is big, isn't it, Mommy? Do you like your son's penis?"

Mommy murmured unconsciously, "Oh...oh...yes...oh...yes...so big...so good...so hard...oh...my precious son has a big penis...oh...oh oh...it feels so good to Mommy...faster...harder...oh..."

I knew Mommy's reaction to me biting her nipple, so I did another experiment.

I reached down to Mommy's vulva, teasing her labia, forcefully twisting and pulling the two labia up and down, back and forth, left and right, while my penis went in and out faster. With each in and out, Mommy's vaginal flesh rolled in and out, bringing out a lot of vaginal fluid. The scene was extremely lewd.

"Oh...oh!" Mom screamed, "No...no...oh...oh oh...please spare Mommy...oh...it's too beautiful...oh oh...I can't take it anymore...son...Mommy can't take it anymore...faster...faster...Mommy's coming...faster...faster...oh...oh oh...oh oh oh...Mommy's going to cum...ah..."

Although Mommy had already come once from my licking, her vaginal fluids started flowing out in large quantities, running down my penis onto my lower abdomen, thighs, and hands, completely soaking the sheets.

With each powerful collision of our bodies, her vaginal fluids were splashed everywhere, covering my entire body.

Mommy's vaginal walls tightened more and more, gripping my penis tightly, making each thrust incredibly difficult.

At the same time, my mother kept letting out wanton, lewd moans, assaulting my consciousness. Her throbbing buttocks swayed wildly from side to side, as if trying to rip my penis off at the root. This feeling was so much better than when my mother had sucked me out with her mouth earlier, and that time it was a solo orgasm, but this time I was going to ejaculate with my mother!

My consciousness blurred, all my senses focused on the point where my mother and I were joined, feeling the rhythmic pulsation emanating from there, feeling my body tremble, as if something was constantly radiating out, making me feel completely comfortable.

This radiating sensation lasted for a long time; in my entire life, I can't remember ever ejaculating so much.

I pulled away from my mother and lay exhausted beside her. My consciousness hadn't fully returned to my body; everything around me felt so distant, so blurry.

In my hazy state, I seemed to hear her say, "Oh, my son is so good; he ejaculated inside me. I wish we could have a baby."

I snapped back to reality. Damn it! I suddenly remembered my cousin telling me that sex between men and women could lead to childbirth, and I had not only slept with my mother but had also ejaculated inside her.

I panicked instantly. I wasn't her father, and even if I wanted to, my siblings would never allow it. How could I explain this to my father? Making my mother have a child was my father's responsibility.

"Oh God, Mom. What if you're pregnant? What should we do next? How long will it take for my baby to come out? What should I do?" I was indeed a little anxious, after all, I was still just a child, and when faced with things I couldn't control, I could only listen to my mother.

Mom laughed, "So you know this can make you pregnant? I thought you wanted Mom to give you a son! Isn't this good? It's fun to have a son who calls you 'brother,' and besides, I want to give my precious son a big, healthy boy."

I was so anxious I was about to cry.

Seeing how flustered I was, Mom teased me for a bit before saying, "Don't worry, baby, it's not that easy to get pregnant. Mom's safe period still has a week left. Even during the unsafe period, if Mom wanted to get pregnant every time we did it, I'd be exhausted. Look how long it's been since your father and I had five kids!" Oh

, I see. I felt relieved.

My mother continued to reassure me, allaying my concerns: "Listen, child. I'm your mother. Even if I were promiscuous, I wouldn't hurt my own son. I just want you to make love to me, and I hope you like it. Don't worry about getting pregnant; that's my problem, you don't need to worry about it." Then she gave me a long, slow, gentle, and deep kiss.

"Okay, now, I want you to try something new. You only licked my vulva earlier, this time let's try something new. Come on, child, lick me again." Then I kept licking my mother, and she licked my penis. Every time I fucked my mother, I would carefully lick her vulva before and after, until she was satisfied.

I really liked it. That day, the number "69" became my lucky number.

When my mother used her full, soft breasts to hold my penis, I felt like I was in heaven. This was the most amazing experience I had ever had since I was two years old. I didn't know that breasts could not only be used for breastfeeding, but also perform some of the functions of a vagina. It was truly an eye-opener for me.

It seems that today is the happiest day of my life.

We intertwined several more times until we were both exhausted and could not continue. But even if we wanted to continue, it was impossible. Looking at the time, the other kids would be coming home from school soon.

Their return was indeed a problem. Although I could have sex with Mom until Dad came back, it would be a huge problem if my younger sister and brother found out.

Mom and I decided to only have sex twice a day from then on: once in the afternoon before the others came home from school, and once at night when everyone was asleep. But sometimes we couldn't resist, so we would sneak into the warehouse to relieve ourselves first, then drive to the cedar forest outside town, park, and have sex in the back seat.

Two months after Dad left, our happiest time arrived—an opportunity created by Mom. Since it was summer vacation, Mom arranged for the other children to either visit relatives or go camping. Of course, I was "forced" to stay home with Mom. This gave us a whole week to ourselves, and I felt like a married man enjoying the sweetness of life with my beloved wife.

I openly slept on Mom's big bed, and we made love non-stop whenever we wanted. To please me, Mom didn't wear a single thread for a whole week. Even after we finished having sex, when Mom's breasts were so sore from my sucking and biting, I still derived great satisfaction from looking at Mom's naked body. Especially the sight of my saliva and bite marks covering her snow-white, full breasts, and the way my semen flowed from her plump vulva, excited me the most.

Indeed, watching my semen slowly flow from my mother's vulva was incredibly satisfying. However, as my sex with my mother became more and more frequent, one thing constantly troubled me, increasing my mental stress: would my mother become pregnant because of our sexual relationship?

I decided to have a serious talk with my mother about this, because even a child my age is well aware of the consequences of consanguineous conception.

After a passionate night of sex with my mom, I brought up the problem that had been bothering me.

"This is truly the greatest moment of my life, Mom," I said. "I hope it lasts a long time. I can't imagine what I'll do when I can't fuck Mom's pussy anymore."

"Oh, me too, baby. I wish we could stay like this forever. Maybe we can find a way to continue without anyone finding out."

I kissed my mom deeply and said, "That would be crazy, Mom! But if you were pregnant, it would be a problem, even though we've been very careful."

"What are you talking about? Do you want to use a condom?" Mom smiled and lowered her voice. "Oh, but this is indeed a troublesome matter. I almost completely forgot about it until you mentioned it. But it's too late now; my safe period ended three days ago. Oh well, it's already like this, there's no way to avoid it now. I think we won't have to worry for the next three weeks until nine months later."

Then, she laughed again. "Don't worry, child. The chance of a woman getting pregnant is extremely slim. I don't believe you'll be so lucky. If you are, you'll be a father."

To be honest, for the next ten days, I was constantly on edge, trying my best to avoid ejaculating directly into my mother's vagina. I felt that my mother had the same reaction as me.

Sigh, marriage and childbirth are natural, but incest involving mother and child is so distressing.

On the eleventh day, Mom said, "Okay, child, let's rest for a while. My period is here today."

I could hear the helplessness and longing in her voice.

For the next month, we were both exhausted by this, and our schedules were constantly messed up.

Sometimes Mom would say, "Today is a safe period," and then change her mind, "Oh, I forgot what day it is. Worrying is useless."

Good heavens, I'm getting confused by Mom. It seems she doesn't even know her own safe period anymore.

While we were enjoying our summer "honeymoon," we received a phone call from Dad. He was coming home! His boss had granted him leave, and he could come home this weekend.

In this last week, my mother and I completely forgot the anxiety of the past month. Pregnancy, childbirth—we threw all those thoughts to the back of our minds and focused solely on making love day and night.

I became bolder than ever, ejaculating all over my mother's body, and even preferring to ejaculate deep into her uterus, regardless of safe or unsafe periods.

"Mom, we've done everything in these past three months, but there's still one thing we haven't done."

"What are you talking about, child? Do you really want a baby?" My mother looked eager and longing.

“No, Mom, it’s not like that. I mean, if you give birth within three months of Daddy leaving, and then within six or nine months after that, people will suspect something.”

My fingers slid down her buttocks, stopping at her anus, and I said, “I mean, I’ve been with your vagina, your breasts, and your mouth, but this is the only place I haven’t been with. Mom, let me do it.”

“Oh…oh! Child,”

Mom exclaimed in surprise, “No one has ever done this to me before, not even your father.”

"Great!" I said happily, "You've taken my son's virginity, so at least I have the right to explore another virgin territory of Mom's, and besides, Mom wants it too, right?"

The next day, after the other children went to school, I swaggered into Mom's bedroom. Mom took out a soft tube to make it easier for me to enter her anus. I put the tube on my erect penis, inserted the other end into Mom's anus, knelt down, aligned the head of my penis with Mom's anus, and pushed forward forcefully.

Mom's body was very tense, and her anus was very tight, making it difficult for my penis to move.

I knew from a book that if Mom felt happy, the anal sphincter muscles would relax, and then it would be much easier to enter. But I didn't want to do that; I wanted to force my way in, and my mother seemed to want me to do the same.

"Oh, Mom, I'm going in. I'm going to force it in, whether you like it or not!

If you don't like it, I'll be even happier! Let your son deflower your ass, you filthy bitch, you slut, watch me fuck you to death." This was the first time in my life I had spoken to my mother so rudely, but she seemed to be enjoying it.

"Oh...yes...good...son...good son...put it in Mommy's asshole...Mommy wants you to put it in...oh...oh...fuck Mommy's asshole hard...oh...fuck...fuck hard...fuck hard...fuck until Mommy can't sit up anymore...oh...it hurts so much...Mommy likes it so much...the more it hurts Mommy, the better..." My penis was deeply inserted into Mommy's anus. Mommy's anus was contracted very tightly, the sphincter muscles were like clamps, as if they wanted to clamp my penis off, but it made me feel a strange pleasure when my penis went in and out.

Mommy looked like she was in a lot of pain, but her buttocks were desperately moving towards me, which gave me a sadistic pleasure.

Soon, Mom's thighs began to tremble violently, making my penis numb. A surge of heat gushed out, hitting deep inside her anus.

Mom's body convulsed violently, her legs trembled, and hot fluid flowed down her thighs.

That day, I penetrated Mom's anus twice, finally stopping only when the pain became so severe she couldn't sit up.

On the last night before Dad returned, I went to Mom's room to spend our last night together.

Mom wasn't asleep, waiting for me, but she looked very melancholy: "Now you and your father have something in common, child."

When I understood the meaning behind those words, my heart almost stopped.

"It's over between us."

Suddenly, I felt like I had nothing left to hold onto in this family. Although my mother's tone implied a desire to rekindle our past, my father was coming home tomorrow, and my mother would be back in his arms. I couldn't face this reality.

Believe it or not, I'm happy my father is coming home, even though it means I'll lose my mother. I love my father very much; he's been my idol since I was little, and I've tried my best to imitate everything he does, including making love with my mother. I respect him and don't want to hurt him, and I think my mother feels the same way.

Later, I made up my mind that one day I would leave home. I knew I couldn't build a family independently with my mother, because she was my mother, and I wanted a wife to spend my life with, to bear me a legal child. I knew very well that my mother wasn't that kind of woman.

Oh, Mom, my dearest Mom, she can only be a dream I can never reach. [The End]

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