The days my mother was by my side

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After graduating from university, because of my deep affection for my elderly mother, I returned to my hometown, a small county town, and found a good job. I brought my mother from the countryside to live with me. We rented an apartment for 400 yuan a month.

After my mother came, I gradually discovered that I had a sexual interest in women, but I didn't dare to hire prostitutes for fear of getting diseases. Because my mother was often in front of me, my sexual interest in older women grew stronger. To put it bluntly, I felt that my mother was still somewhat attractive. My mother only wanted to put my mind at ease while I worked, and she only thought about taking care of my life, without any suspicion.

My mother retired early and had a low salary. This time when she came to visit, she brought her brother's one-year-old child, saying that life in the city was better. I seized the opportunity and spent money and effort arranging bedding and clothes for my mother and grandson. I also give my mother 600 yuan a month for food. This way, she can finally leave my father and brother completely and settle down in my little place. She and her grandson sleep in the inner room, and I sleep in the living room.

My mother and I haven't lived together for over ten years. At first, she wasn't quite used to it and was very polite. I, with ulterior motives, subtly corrected my mother's bad habits from her rural life: for example, she never wore a bra, her breasts bouncing back and forth in her tank top. Of course, I was happy for her to do this, mainly because she did the same when buying groceries at the market—wasn't that making her vulnerable to being taken advantage of by other men?

The bond between us grew stronger, and when she chatted with me, she remarked on having a good son, that she had finally become a city dweller. I chuckled inwardly, thinking, "If I didn't have these wicked thoughts, I wouldn't have brought you here." I then subtly implied it was for her happiness in her later years. This brought us even closer.

A few days later, I took her to my usual small restaurant, where my mother suggested she find a job.

The small business owner was reluctant to hire her, implying that my mother was too old. I thought, "What do you know? If you knew the advantages of older women, you'd do it even if you were paid to!"

When I got back, I comforted my mother, saying she shouldn't work anymore, as I could support her. She got so emotional she almost cried again. I hugged her and rubbed her for a while, of course, she didn't understand I was taking advantage of her.

Because I was renting, the neighbors were rather distant, and they knew we were just mother and son. I didn't want to explain too much, so that if anything happened in the future, they wouldn't interfere.

My mother had been living with me for less than a month, and she had gained a lot of weight, her face was no longer dull and had a rosy glow, and she looked full-figured with a kind face. Now her life is on track, and she's started paying attention to personal hygiene; she's a completely different person compared to when she first arrived. However, although we're getting along better, I've found she's still quite the casual country woman: she doesn't close the door when she goes to the toilet, sleeps at night, or even when she's changing clothes.

I couldn't help but feel pleased. "Are you really treating me like your son, or are you trying to seduce me?" I thought. "You're almost sixty; if you're going to be a flirt, you'd better hurry up!"

After Mom became familiar with the area, she started visiting neighbors. Often, she wouldn't get home until I got off work. I heard she likes chatting with the old men in the alley. This old flirt! Am I just doing all this work for someone else's benefit? I'm not Guanyin!

Although she was my mother, she was the first woman I was ever about to seduce. I had no experience, and she wasn't as grateful or eager to please as I'd imagined. What was I, this sucker, supposed to do?

Another two weeks passed (I really don't know how I survived). That night, we both went to bed early. Soon, I heard her snoring from her room, while I stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Around ten o'clock, I heard her get up, open the door, and head straight for the bathroom. She quickly sat on the toilet, pulling the door shut. I glanced into the bathroom; the door wasn't closed properly, and her blurry figure was reflected on the tiles. Hearing the soft sound of her urinating, my heart skipped a beat, and my penis jumped up. Oh, my dear mother! I'll fuck you to death!

As my mother walked back, I desperately suppressed the urge to rape her immediately. I was afraid that if I did, she would scream, all my efforts would be in vain, and I might even end up in jail. The door to the inner room was ajar. I was torn between my inner and outer struggles and couldn't sleep at all. My penis throbbed against the bed, feeling wronged...

I don't know how much time passed before I drifted off to sleep. The sound of the inner door opening woke me up again. My mother quickly came out again, closing the bathroom door behind her. I heard rustling sounds coming from inside. It wasn't urination; she was menstruating! I guess my mother is nearing menopause. Then I heard her tear up some toilet paper and wipe herself carefully. Sanitary napkins and sanitary napkins were still luxuries for my mother, a rural elderly woman. She used a cloth sanitary tape to hold the toilet paper and wore it inside her underwear. At first, I didn't understand what she was doing, but later I understood, and my penis really got excited twice.

My mother flushed the toilet and went back to her room. I waited until I heard soft snoring coming from the inner room before getting out of bed. I tiptoed into the bathroom, and what I saw was a scene that made my blood boil: a pair of homespun trousers with a bloodstain on them lay on the toilet tank; a rolled-up, dark green menstrual pad was in the trash can, its crotch stained black; and there was still unflushed toilet paper in the toilet, all stained with blood. Suddenly

, everything went red before my eyes. Mom, I'm going to fuck you to death, blood rape, I'm going to rape you in blood, I'm going to rape you until you bleed! Then my mind went blank, my scalp tingled, my groin went numb, and my penis sprang out of my pants, throbbing uncontrollably. I grabbed my mother's incredibly seductive panties, pressed my penis against her vulva, wrapped it around the head, and rubbed it vigorously, ejaculating streams of milky white semen onto her panties.

After I finished, I was stunned for a long time, unable to muster the courage to kick open the door, rush in, and rape my mother. I dejectedly walked to the bedside to compose myself. I didn't sleep until six o'clock! I got dressed and went to wash my face and brush my teeth. Just then, the door to the inner room opened, and my mother got up. Soon she appeared at the bathroom door, clutching a bed sheet, which presumably had menstrual blood on it.

She chuckled at me, then noticed the scene in the bathroom. Blushing, she grabbed her sanitary pad and underwear, wrapped them in the sheet, and tossed the sheet aside. She awkwardly greeted me and ran out to get breakfast.

That night, I slept in only a tiny pair of briefs, the curve of my penis completely exposed. By morning, my underwear was bulging, a perfect erection. I wasn't sure if my mother had noticed the change in me, but she had her second period a month later, and it lasted three days, though she said she handled it quite well afterwards. I read in a book that women's libido is highest before and after menstruation, I don't know if that's true, anyway, I deliberately tried to create a sexual atmosphere, to make her think of incest, to shake her morals, but I didn't dare to go too far. My mother also started to change, she was less likely to look at me, and her speech was a bit dry, as if she was deliberately avoiding me, but her defenses were getting better and better, it was really making my nose bleed, I wondered if she still had any sexual desire? It seems that flirting with my mother is not working, the sound of the door closing is really annoying me, this line of defense has become a minefield that I cannot cross, every night I hate her so much I can't understand this old woman!

Days go by, my heart is twisted more and more, I have lost faith in gentle and romantic methods, I really want to just get something for nothing. Caught between desire and reason, I struggled to find a suitable balance. Finally, I decided to commit adultery, to make it a fait accompli first, and then see how things went. If it didn't work out, I'd beg. Rape was the only option.

Just as I was about to sleep with my mother, something unexpected happened. Perhaps fate was against me having sex with my own mother; she actually locked herself in and went to sleep. I was furious. That old bitch! I curse her ancestors for eighteen generations!

Now, the first thing I need to do is unlock the door. How do I do that? If I want her to leave the door unlocked and only be home when I'm not there, could I pretend to be away on a business trip and then sneak back in? Hahaha, I'll give it a try.

Two days later, I returned home with my travel bag and told my mother I was going to Xiamen on a business trip. I feigned concern for her, even oiling the door lock, before moving into the company dormitory. I intended to leave her there for a week, but after only four days, my mind started wandering, and I left at 2 a.m. on the fifth day.

On the way, I kept thinking, wondering if this plan would work, if I could actually rape my mother. Then I wondered if she was actually having sex with her lover. Should I catch them in the act? My heart pounding, I arrived at my front door. I quietly opened the door, tiptoed into the living room, my heart pounding in my chest. Everything hinged on this moment.

My God! It's even better than I imagined. There's no need to close the door, because Mom is sleeping in the living room. She's covered with a thin sheet, lying on her back with her legs in the air, looking like she's willingly being raped. My brother's son is lying in the corner of the bed. I hurriedly retreated into the bathroom, seemingly stripping off all my clothes in an instant. My penis was already hard and erect. Then, naked,

I walked to the bed and spent four or five minutes before finally removing the thin sheet. Mom's body lay sprawled in front of me. I suppressed my lust and carefully looked at the sparse pubic hair on Mom's mons pubis. I secretly touched it with my hand. Her breasts, which were already like empty pockets, lay there like two rabbits, with dark nipples, clearly showing signs of aging. After a careful examination, my gaze fell upon the slit in her genitals.

Looking at the sparse pubic hair, waves of tingling pleasure washed over me. I wanted to cut a few strands as a souvenir. I took a pair of scissors, and a few seconds later I had a few. I knelt before the bed, gently spreading my mother's thighs wider, and for the first time in my life, I vaguely saw the crevice beneath a woman's dark forest. My head began to pound, and my penis bounced at an incredible angle.

But my penis couldn't wait any longer; however, I quickly suppressed the urge to pounce on her and commit rape. I gently stood on the bed, bent over, and placed my hands on either side of my mother's breasts, on the bed frame. Slowly, I spread my legs apart, using my arms to lower my body. I carefully performed this acrobatic move, afraid to have even the slightest skin contact with my mother, because at this moment, the slightest stimulation would make me lose my senses and might cause me to ejaculate my virgin semen onto her lower abdomen.

Just as my stomach was about to press against her trembling belly, I adjusted my waist and hips, pushing my trembling penis towards the mysterious gate of my birth. I wanted to selflessly offer my first time to my mother. Little brother, go find your old sister! Ugh, how annoying! My penis, poking at her vulva, couldn't find its way in. I thrust forward forcefully, the glans sliding past her labia and anus before hitting the bed, my penis twitching slightly.

My mother jolted awake, letting out a confused "Huh!" as she tried to sit up. Her large breasts and abdomen were pressed against me. My arms and legs gave way, and my entire body pressed down against her body. I pounced on this mound of flesh. My mother seemed to come to her senses, grabbing my waist with both hands to push me away, opening her mouth to scream "Ah!" In her haste, I pressed her arms down on the bed, thrusting forward to kiss her lips. Her lower body reflexively jerked upward, pressing tightly against my lower abdomen, her large breasts, which had once nurtured me, pressing against my chest. My penis could no longer withstand such stimulation, and I began to wildly ejaculate thick semen into my mother's vagina. In the brief moment of my distraction, she broke free from my grasp, kicking her legs wildly as she tried to roll over, screaming in a low voice, "No, no! I'm your mother! You're heartless! No…" I couldn't let her roll over. Looking at her writhing body, my penis hardened again. I pressed my body against her chest and abdomen, freeing one hand to rip off her panties. My fingers traced down her pubic hair, searching for her vulva, my fingers frantically searching for the entrance. Her lower body throbbed incessantly, screaming, "My dear mother… my dear mother…" I pressed my knees against her thighs, my thumb finding a opening, parting it slightly, and my hard penis, without hesitation, thrust inside. My God, this was my mother's vagina!

My mother let out a mournful cry, stopped resisting, and began to wail in a low, pitiful sob. My mind was a complete mess.

This was my first time having sex. I savored the feeling of penetration. I had finally entered my mother's body. My penis remained inside her slightly dry but throbbing vagina—it was a very strange feeling. I didn't thrust, but just sat up blankly, my hands aimlessly stroking her pubic hair, clitoris, labia, and anus. My penis hurt a little; after all, it was my first time, and my glans was too tender. It hurt. How could it compare to my mother's experienced, seasoned vagina?

Suddenly, my mother wrapped her two large, fat legs around my buttocks and thrust upwards forcefully. My penis almost slipped out of her vagina. She slid out. She howled and frantically pounded on my shoulders and chest. I went crazy too, slapping her buttocks a few times, her breasts bouncing against her chest. I pulled her onto my body, kissing her large breasts, armpits, and neck wildly. She yelled, "You bastard! You bastard! I'm your mother, your mother..." She

desperately pulled my hair, hit my back, and pulled my ears. Suddenly, she bit my right shoulder! I winced in pain and quickly kissed and bit her earlobe. She let go and pulled her head back. I hugged her tightly, her large breasts pressing against me. I rubbed her breasts with my chest, her nipples hard against me. Her whole body was soft and fluffy, without any elasticity. I loved it so much. My lower body was also pushing my penis in with all my might, and she had almost stopped resisting. Damn, I felt like I was going to ejaculate! I held her tightly and stood up abruptly, leaving her suspended in the air on my penis. I pinned her against the wall by the bed, and she sobbed, her arms limply resting on my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my buttocks. I buried my face in her cleavage, holding her buttocks and starting to thrust. At this moment, her hands unconsciously wrapped around my head, her legs hooked even tighter, her eyes closed, her face covered in tears, gently swaying her head from side to side, her throat emitting sobbing wails in sync with my thrusts.

I thrust wildly, my penis rubbing passionately against the fleshy rings of my mother's vagina for a dozen or so times before I couldn't hold back my ejaculation. My thighs pressed hard against her clitoris, trying to push my glans even deeper, and the gushing semen hit the deepest part of her body. After

ejaculating, we collapsed weakly on the bed. She curled up her legs, one hand covering her chest, the other covering her face, weeping silently, a cloudy liquid flowing down from her thighs. Looking at this incestuous naked body, I was moved to tears. I stepped forward, spread my mother's legs, and thrust my still-erect penis into her body. I bent down, parted my mother's hands, and grasped her breasts, playing with them.

I kissed and licked her breasts, armpits, and neck, crying and begging her to forgive my despicable behavior. I pleaded for her forgiveness, reminded her of our mother-son bond, promised to make her truly happy, and said I would support her for life.

My mother just closed her eyes and wept, not answering me, but I could feel her vagina contracting. For what seemed like an eternity, I played with her body, almost lost in the soft, fleshy waves of her flesh. Suddenly, she pushed my hands away, her buttocks jerking off my penis. She quickly rolled over and began to writhe, revealing her swollen breasts, smooth back, and dazzlingly large buttocks…

Hmph! You slut, you can't resist my ministrations! Now that I understand her body, I'm no longer as helpless as I was before. I licked and kissed my way from her ankles to the back of her neck, shamelessly letting the fluid from my glans drip onto her legs, buttocks, neck, back, and breast line. She lay tightly on the bed, and I laboriously stuffed a pillow under her lower abdomen. Then I pounced on her, my legs intertwined with hers, my penis gently rubbing against her buttocks, my hands kneading her breasts, and whispering blatantly lewd things in her ear: I told her about my feelings, her reactions, and the characteristics of her genitals.

I played with her with both hands and feet, talking and kissing her... Suddenly her body stiffened, then she farted, her whole body trembled, and her sobbing stopped—she had an orgasm! My penis pressed hard against her vulva, but her uncooperative old woman's urethra gushed out a stream of hot urine that hit my glans, and I ejaculated. After

she finished urinating, she lay motionless on her stomach. I turned her over; she seemed to have fallen asleep. I grabbed the sheet and wiped her genitals clean. I felt a wave of weakness wash over me, kissed her, and then held her as I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already dawn. My mother was still asleep in my arms, and my brother's child was awake, lying there looking at his grandmother's naked body. Of course, he didn't understand anything.

I carefully examined the naked body of the first woman I ever slept with, and it turned out to be an old woman—my own mother: Her hair was a mess, with three or four dense wrinkles on her forehead, not too unsightly, but many crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. Her face was streaked with tears, but her nose and mouth were well-proportioned, and her whole face had a certain charm. Her breasts, enormous due to obesity, sagged, with unusually large, light brown areolas and large nipples. My mother had a straight, barrel-shaped waist and a large belly covered in stretch marks from having given birth to five children. Her skin had some age spots and a slightly shiny appearance. Below was a sparse clump of pubic hair, a few strands of which had already begun to turn white. There were also semen stains, sticking the pubic hair together in a messy, haphazard way. My mother's clitoris was quite large, about as thick as my middle finger. A slit in the middle revealed two large, brown labia. Her thighs were thick, with many large pores, and her calves were full, though covered in scars.

Seeing this, my penis became erect again, and some fluid leaked out. I wanted to penetrate her, but seeing that my penis wasn't hard enough, and my mouth wasn't very satisfying, I simply got up to wash up. Coming out of the bathroom, I felt much more refreshed, and the soreness in my limbs disappeared. Thinking about having sex again soon, my penis immediately became incredibly hard. I walked to the bed and saw the mess. I wanted to carry her to the inner room to have sex, but just as I bent down, "Slap!" I received a slap. Turning around, I saw my mother looking at me, two lines of tears on her face. My

lust vanished instantly, and I began to consider the consequences. I knelt down in front of the bed, my penis losing its erection, and my mind raced with fear at the various consequences of incest. After a while, Mom got up and went into the inner room, locking the door. I was terrified she might try to kill herself, but I decided to leave it to fate.

I went to the bathroom, got dressed, wrapped the soiled bed in a sheet, and took it to the laundry room. After finishing, I checked my watch and realized I was past my shift start time. I ran downstairs and called my colleague to ask for a seasonal leave.

When I got back upstairs, Mom still hadn't come out. Just as I started to get nervous, the inner room door opened, and Mom came out wearing a blouse and those baggy pants. She didn't even look at me; she went straight into the bathroom, locked the door, and went to take a shower. A flicker of hope returned to my mind. She left the house without even wearing proper clothes, so it seemed my reputation was safe. After all, I'd already slept with my mother. I leaned against the doorframe, waiting for her to come out and give me an explanation.

She finally came out, walked straight up to me, and lightly slapped me across the face before turning and walking into the inner room. That slap snapped me out of my daze. This country woman didn't have the courage to break ties with her son who had slept with her! So, my fate and my mother's fate would ultimately depend on my attitude: Should I immediately apologize? Even offer some compensation? And then continue as before, living separate lives? I'd be a complete fool; if I continued to violate her, she'd probably reach her breaking point and send me to jail or ruin my reputation.

I decided to take the third path: to make my mother willingly maintain her sexual relationship with me, no matter the cost. I'd take the gamble!

I hugged her from behind, gently holding her breasts in my hands, pressing my chest against her back…

She was trembling! I called out with a tenderness I'd never felt before, "Mom, Mom…" Then I turned her around, suddenly kneeling down, wrapping my arms around her buttocks, pressing my cheek against her lower abdomen, and pleading in a tearful voice, "Give me your body, I really mean it, Mom…"

Before I could finish, her lower abdomen and buttocks began to convulse violently; she had gone into heat. I stood up and saw her looking at me with dazed eyes, a little drool on her lips. As soon as my hands touched her breasts, she went limp in my arms. I half-dragged, half-carried her to the bed in the inner room, then quickly took off my clothes, jumped onto the bed to help her undress. I'd only pulled my undershirt up to my arm when she flung it off herself, and her pants were only halfway down when she kicked them off. I spread her legs, kissed her vulva deeply twice, and she immediately became aroused. I parted her labia, thrust my erection inside, and then held her tightly, starting to pound away.

From the beginning, her lower body was constantly convulsing; she would die, come back to life, and die again…

I pounded and ejaculated relentlessly, then kissed her entire body, and as my penis hardened, I pounded and ejaculated again…

I wanted to leave a deep memory on her body, to make her body inseparable from me.

Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. When I woke up, she was still asleep, and our bodies were tightly intertwined. I felt a surge of desire again and thrust in, but after a few thrusts, I passed out. When I woke up again, I found my mother was gone. I frantically called out, "Mom! Mom!" She responded and ran in, her face flushed. Seeing that she hadn't left, I felt relieved and called out, "Meat! Don't go..." before falling asleep again.

After a long sleep, I finally woke up. It was dark, and I felt weak all over. I struggled to fumble for the light switch and saw food and rice on the chair, both cold. I looked at the clock; it was eleven o'clock. I leaned against the wall and walked into the living room. I saw my mother sleeping there; the bed was clean, and the filthy bag was gone.

I went to the bedside and shook her, calling, "Mom." She responded, "You rascal!" I said, "I want to marry you." She said, "Stop talking nonsense." Then, in a very soft voice, she said, "Go eat." She didn't dare look at me and turned her head away.

My heart pounded a few times, and I leaned against her, grabbing her breasts a few times, but my penis just wouldn't get hard. I simply retreated to her lower body, pulled down her pants, and began to suck, blow, bite, and lick her clitoris, labia, and vagina. Before long, she climaxed violently; my mother is the type who gets aroused quickly. Satisfied, I climbed back onto her, rubbing her stiff, large nipples as I fell asleep.

I woke up early the next morning to the sound of her busy in the kitchen, and a surge of desire returned. Unfortunately, my penis was uncooperative. I ate a couple of bites of food, still half-asleep, and went back to sleep. I remained in this dazed state for two days before finally waking up .

I went to the kitchen to find something to eat and saw my mother's underwear in a basin. I chuckled to myself.

My mother wasn't in the house; it was probably past nine. I took a shower, changed my clothes, and sat down to consider my future. My mother brought in groceries, and I gave her a bright smile. She glanced at me expressionlessly and went into the kitchen. I followed her into the kitchen, hugged her from behind, and without saying a word, simply savored the feeling of holding a woman.

My mother, blushing, silently divided the food, and after a long while asked, "What about the future?" I casually told her that as long as she was willing, she could stay by my side forever, and even swore an oath to her.

My mother visibly relaxed, leaning into my arms and letting me touch her. I kissed the back of her neck, my hands roaming over her body, feeling a sense of accomplishment. I thought the next step was to make her my sex slave.

I turned her around, and she grabbed my head, kissed me, and then sucked hard. Women really are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties; I almost suffocated. After a moment of adjustment, I used my tongue to pry open her teeth and passionately intertwined with hers, while simultaneously touching and gently rubbing her genitals with one hand, her juices flowing all over my hand.

My mother released me to catch her breath, then impatiently began to undress me. I gently pushed her away and said, "You slut, can't you hold out already? There's still a long way to go!" She grabbed my belt and pressed herself against my chest, remaining motionless; my hands continued to play with her, making her gasp for breath. Whenever she became aroused, I would push her away and then continue to play with her, not letting her have her way, nor letting her go, until she sobbed and collapsed on top of me, ejaculating profusely, while I also splattered my pants with semen.

I gently embraced my mother, stroking her hair and back to calm her down. She pulled open my clothes and kissed my chest. I turned on the gas and led her into the bathroom. She was now like a docile kitten, letting me do as I pleased.

I turned on the water to wash her, washing her from head to toe. Her genitals were constantly dripping with vaginal fluid. I turned around to wash her back, and suddenly had a whimsical idea. I deliberately rubbed a lot of soap on her crotch and even inserted my fingers into her anus. My mother shuddered and waved her hand to stop me. I stopped and continued to caress her other parts of her body until my mother could barely stand.

Seeing that the time was right, I lathered my penis with soap, then hugged my mother, who was almost paralyzed, from behind. I gently spread her legs, pressed my penis against her anus, and thrust in, giving her anal penetration. My mother screamed and fell backward. I held her buttocks tightly, and my penis began to pump.

My mother's anus wasn't very tight, it felt a bit strange, not as good as her vagina. I thrust a dozen times and ejaculated, then held my trembling, dazed mother and collapsed on the floor, letting hot water wash over our lewd bodies.

From then on, both of my mother's vaginas became my playthings, but she absolutely refused to give me oral sex. However, giving her oral sex was definitely her favorite. I hadn't even done a few strokes before she was already cumming.

My mother and I began our lewd sex life. One night, my mother and I were rubbing against each other in bed again, but I desperately stopped her from pulling down her pants, making her reluctantly climax. My brother's son lay there with his eyes open. I hugged my mother, joking with her, and begged her not to hide from me when she went to the toilet, showered, or changed clothes, and not to wear underwear in the house anymore. My mother laughed and said, "Fine, I won't." Then she quickly took off her pants and pounced on me. We made love passionately for most of the night before falling asleep entwined.

After that, my mother didn't lock the door when she went to the bathroom or changed clothes. She still wore her underwear, but as soon as I hugged her, she would immediately strip naked and let me have my way with her.

The days went by like this, with our little acts of lust every two days and big acts every three days. Although my mother was an older woman, she was enjoying the company of her own young lover. I was experiencing this new kind of pleasure for the first time, and we got along very well. However, with the children around, it always lacked a bit of excitement.

One day, I came home from work and saw my mother run into the bathroom as soon as I opened the door. Suddenly aroused, I pretended to be nonchalant and walked into the inner room. Then, I quickly took off my clothes and tiptoed to the bathroom door. I heard my mother sitting on the toilet urinating, then farting as if she needed to defecate. I opened the door and rushed in. My mother was startled and tried to pull up her pants. I grabbed her and pulled them off, turning her around so she was straddling the toilet. She had only relieved herself a little when she started cursing, both ashamed and angry.

I laid her back against me, one hand reaching inside her clothes to grab one breast and knead it roughly, while the other hand thrust into her vagina, teasing her sensitive areas. My mother scolded, "You stink! You're taking a dump and you still want to do this, you lecher!" But her lower body throbbed with each of my fingers, her belly undulating with fleshy waves, her legs spread wide apart.

Soon, she started unbuttoning her clothes with one hand and frantically rubbing her clitoris with the other, her throat hoarse with screams. She gradually entered a state of ecstasy. I kept poking her waist with my penis, yelling at her, "Pull it out! Pull it out!" She cried out, "No!" and resisted for a few minutes, then her anus relaxed, and she defecated like a cannon firing.

I pressed harder with my fingers, and her labia bit down on them, her vaginal walls convulsing rapidly as she ejaculated hot vaginal fluid along with her anus. After she finished ejaculating, I grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my hands and her genitals clean, then carried my writhing mother to the bathtub, undressed her, turned on the water heater, and jumped back in. Just

as I was about to turn on the tap, my mother suddenly grabbed my penis, looking at me with seductive eyes, and began kissing my inner thighs passionately while her hands frantically groped my penis. Stimulated, I ejaculated onto her neck and chin, leaving a pool of semen. I quickly held back my ejaculation, picked up my mother from behind, and had her support herself against the wall. Then, I thrust into her from behind, pumping wildly dozens of times.

Suddenly, my mother went limp, and I couldn't hold her any longer. I put her in the bathtub and pushed her legs up to her chest. At this moment, her vulva was voluptuously protruding from her inner thighs. I thrust in again, pounding relentlessly, and finally ejaculated into my unconscious mother's uterus.

I collapsed, turned on the water, and poured shampoo on my mother to wash her. When my mother woke up, she immediately inserted my semi-erect penis back into her vagina, then wrapped herself around me like an octopus, biting and nibbling at me mouth to mouth—truly an extremely lewd woman.

My penis became erect again inside her vagina, and I thrust desperately. My mother closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and her face showed an expression of extreme pain and extreme pleasure. Suddenly, she cried out, her lower body tightly gripping my penis as she climaxed wildly, and I ejaculated as well.

After her orgasm, my mother clung to me tightly, as if wanting to press every inch of her flesh against me. She murmured between tears, "I love you so much, I love you so much!" She made me feel so accomplished!

My mother now loves me wholeheartedly; I knew it from the look in her eyes when she saw me off to work and greeted me when I came home. Sometimes after sex at night, she would cry and kiss me, waking me up. I would hug her, and she would cry, "I can't raise a child for you, I only wish to die for you!" I would kiss her tenderly to calm her down.

For more than two months, we made love every night, even when she was menstruating. While she was cooking, watching TV, showering, or using the toilet, I would always tease her a few times. Her vagina was my favorite thing. She also enjoyed this pleasure more and more. When she was in the mood, she would even hint for me to tear off her underwear. The rougher I was, the more she seemed to enjoy it.

After another half a year of inseparable days, it was almost Chinese New Year when a letter suddenly came from home, asking my mother, grandson, and I to come home for the holiday. I hurriedly made some preparations and boarded a train south with my mother.

My mother and I stayed at home for over twenty days, and a lot happened, but we didn't have the conditions to do *that*. When we returned to our little nest, my mother's passion was undiminished, but my passion was slowly fading.

One day, I woke up before dawn, sat up and stared blankly for a while, then lifted the covers. Looking at my mother's naked body, still covered in semen stains from the previous night's passion, I felt a strange sense of helplessness. My mother woke up from the cold, opened her eyes, saw my dazed expression, and scolded me, "You pervert!" Then she spread her legs and hooked her arms around me tightly, her plump clitoris rubbing against my lower abdomen. Her face was flushed, her eyes closed, her hands roaming over her abdomen, and she was consciously taking deep breaths, making her two large breasts sway back and forth.

Watching my mother so eagerly seeking pleasure, I suddenly felt a little annoyed. I paused for a moment, and finally leaned down and used my tongue to make her climax. My mother sat up and fell into my arms. I held her, but the passion was gone.

I made breakfast that day. I brought the food to my mother in bed, but she pulled me onto the bed and straddled my penis before eating absentmindedly. But at that moment, I decided to end this kind of life!

I spent all my savings and took out a loan to finally buy my mother a large apartment in a prime location in the city center. I rented a fast-food stall and brought my father and sister's family from the countryside to live with us. My sister and brother-in-law happily came to the city to work. My mother could finally have someone to take care of her in her old age, and she and my father could enjoy their intimacy.

During this time, my sex life with my mother decreased significantly because the conditions were no longer right. Months later, I volunteered to be transferred to the mainland office. I spent a day buying valuable appliances for the house. By the time I finished everything, it was almost 2 a.m. when I finally returned home.

My father had gone for a walk in the park, and my sister and her husband were busy at their shop. When my mother saw me, she hurriedly got out of bed, took off her clothes, and asked me to have sex with her. I told her about my transfer, and she immediately burst into tears. Disregarding her nakedness, she ran to me with disheveled hair and asked anxiously, "Aren't you taking me with you? I can't raise your child, but I've served you for the rest of my life. I consider you my man..."

A fire suddenly rose within me; I needed to vent! I turned around, pulled my mother, who was crying uncontrollably, and slapped her bare bottom hard a few times. Then I picked her up and carried her to the bed. She clung to me weakly, crying on my shoulder, "My son, don't abandon me! I'll be yours for all eternity."

I threw her onto the bed and inexplicably burst into tears. That afternoon felt like a return to the moment we first made love. She cried, and I cried too. She fainted repeatedly, unable to tell whether it was extreme pleasure or extreme sorrow.

I left teeth marks and bruises all over her arms, ears, breasts, and thighs. I strained to ejaculate the last drop of semen before pulling out my penis, then picked her up and admired and caressed her naked body one last time: she was unconscious, her body trembling slightly, covered in purplish-red wounds, and blood was still flowing from her left breast—God! I had bitten her nipple.

I cleaned her genitals, covered her with a blanket, wrapped her smelly underwear, and put it in my suitcase.

I left 2000 yuan on her bedside table, telling her that once we got married, I would definitely bring her back to live with me; otherwise, this kind of debauchery would ruin my life. My mother nodded sadly on the bed. I got dressed and left my little apartment, never to return.

I used my virginity to take my mother's virginity, I brought her hope for life, and I caused her the pain of breaking up with me. But I finally grew up from this old woman and became a real man.

Two years have passed. I am now married. But when I have sex with my wife, I still think of my mother who gave me my virginity for the first time. Because my career was booming, I was surrounded by countless older women, but they were all very similar to my mother in terms of figure, age, and personality. This was one of the conditions I used to seduce them.

My mother and I now only contact each other by phone. Since then, I've been worried that my love will destroy my mother and my family.

[The End]

The Days My Mother Was With Me After graduating from university, because of my deep affection for my elderly mother, I returned to my hometown, a small county town, and found a good job. I brought my mother from the countryside to live with me. We rented an apartment for 400 yuan a month. After

my mother came, I slowly discovered that I had a sexual interest in women, but I didn't dare to hire prostitutes for fear of getting diseases. Because my mother often appeared in front of me, my sexual interest in older women grew stronger. To put it bluntly, I felt a vague attraction to my mother. My mother only wanted to put my mind at ease while I went to work, and she only thought about taking care of my life, without any suspicion.

My mother retired early and had a low salary. This time when she came to visit me, she also brought my brother's one-year-old child, saying that life was better in the city. I seized the opportunity and spent money and effort arranging bedding and clothes for my mother and grandson, and gave my mother 600 yuan a month for food. In this way, she was completely separated from my father and brother and settled down in my little home. She and her grandson slept in the inner room, and I slept in the living room.

My mother and I hadn't lived together for more than ten years. At first, she wasn't quite used to it and was very polite. I, with ulterior motives, subtly corrected my mother's bad habits from her rural life: for example, she never wore a bra, her breasts bouncing back and forth in her tank top. Of course, I was happy for her to do this, mainly because she did the same when buying groceries at the market—wasn't that making her vulnerable to being taken advantage of by other men?

The bond between us grew stronger, and when she chatted with me, she remarked on having a good son, that she had finally become a city dweller. I chuckled inwardly, thinking, "If I didn't have these wicked thoughts, I wouldn't have brought you here." I then subtly implied it was for her happiness in her later years. This brought us even closer.

A few days later, I took her to my usual small restaurant, where my mother suggested she find a job.

The small business owner was reluctant to hire her, implying that my mother was too old. I thought, "What do you know? If you knew the advantages of older women, you'd do it even if you were paid to!"

When I got back, I comforted my mother, saying she shouldn't work anymore, as I could support her. She got so emotional she almost cried again. I hugged her and rubbed her for a while, of course, she didn't understand I was taking advantage of her.

Because I was renting, the neighbors were rather distant, and they knew we were just mother and son. I didn't want to explain too much, so that if anything happened in the future, they wouldn't interfere.

My mother had been living with me for less than a month, and she had gained a lot of weight, her face was no longer dull and had a rosy glow, and she looked full-figured with a kind face. Now her life is on track, and she's started paying attention to personal hygiene; she's a completely different person compared to when she first arrived. However, although we're getting along better, I've found she's still quite the casual country woman: she doesn't close the door when she goes to the toilet, sleeps at night, or even when she's changing clothes.

I couldn't help but feel pleased. "Are you really treating me like your son, or are you trying to seduce me?" I thought. "You're almost sixty; if you're going to be a flirt, you'd better hurry up!"

After Mom became familiar with the area, she started visiting neighbors. Often, she wouldn't get home until I got off work. I heard she likes chatting with the old men in the alley. This old flirt! Am I just doing all this work for someone else's benefit? I'm not Guanyin!

Although she was my mother, she was the first woman I was ever about to seduce. I had no experience, and she wasn't as grateful or eager to please as I'd imagined. What was I, this sucker, supposed to do?

Another two weeks passed (I really don't know how I survived). That night, we both went to bed early. Soon, I heard her snoring from her room, while I stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Around ten o'clock, I heard her get up, open the door, and head straight for the bathroom. She quickly sat on the toilet, pulling the door shut. I glanced into the bathroom; the door wasn't closed properly, and her blurry figure was reflected on the tiles. Hearing the soft sound of her urinating, my heart skipped a beat, and my penis jumped up. Oh, my dear mother! I'll fuck you to death!

As my mother walked back, I desperately suppressed the urge to rape her immediately. I was afraid that if I did, she would scream, all my efforts would be in vain, and I might even end up in jail. The door to the inner room was ajar. I was torn between my inner and outer struggles and couldn't sleep at all. My penis throbbed against the bed, feeling wronged...

I don't know how much time passed before I drifted off to sleep. The sound of the inner door opening woke me up again. My mother quickly came out again, closing the bathroom door behind her. I heard rustling sounds coming from inside. It wasn't urination; she was menstruating! I guess my mother is nearing menopause. Then I heard her tear up some toilet paper and wipe herself carefully. Sanitary napkins and sanitary napkins were still luxuries for my mother, a rural elderly woman. She used a cloth sanitary tape to hold the toilet paper and wore it inside her underwear. At first, I didn't understand what she was doing, but later I understood, and my penis really got excited twice.

My mother flushed the toilet and went back to her room. I waited until I heard soft snoring coming from the inner room before getting out of bed. I tiptoed into the bathroom, and what I saw was a scene that made my blood boil: a pair of homespun trousers with a bloodstain on them lay on the toilet tank; a rolled-up, dark green menstrual pad was in the trash can, its crotch stained black; and there was still unflushed toilet paper in the toilet, all stained with blood. Suddenly

, everything went red before my eyes. Mom, I'm going to fuck you to death, blood rape, I'm going to rape you in blood, I'm going to rape you until you bleed! Then my mind went blank, my scalp tingled, my groin went numb, and my penis sprang out of my pants, throbbing uncontrollably. I grabbed my mother's incredibly seductive panties, pressed my penis against her vulva, wrapped it around the head, and rubbed it vigorously, ejaculating streams of milky white semen onto her panties.

After I finished, I was stunned for a long time, unable to muster the courage to kick open the door, rush in, and rape my mother. I dejectedly walked to the bedside to compose myself. I didn't sleep until six o'clock! I got dressed and went to wash my face and brush my teeth. Just then, the door to the inner room opened, and my mother got up. Soon she appeared at the bathroom door, clutching a bed sheet, which presumably had menstrual blood on it.

She chuckled at me, then noticed the scene in the bathroom. Blushing, she grabbed her sanitary pad and underwear, wrapped them in the sheet, and tossed the sheet aside. She awkwardly greeted me and ran out to get breakfast.

That night, I slept in only a tiny pair of briefs, the curve of my penis completely exposed. By morning, my underwear was bulging, a perfect erection. I wasn't sure if my mother had noticed the change in me, but she had her second period a month later, and it lasted three days, though she said she handled it quite well afterwards. I read in a book that women's libido is highest before and after menstruation, I don't know if that's true, anyway, I deliberately tried to create a sexual atmosphere, to make her think of incest, to shake her morals, but I didn't dare to go too far. My mother also started to change, she was less likely to look at me, and her speech was a bit dry, as if she was deliberately avoiding me, but her defenses were getting better and better, it was really making my nose bleed, I wondered if she still had any sexual desire? It seems that flirting with my mother is not working, the sound of the door closing is really annoying me, this line of defense has become a minefield that I cannot cross, every night I hate her so much I can't understand this old woman!

Days go by, my heart is twisted more and more, I have lost faith in gentle and romantic methods, I really want to just get something for nothing. I struggled to find a balance between desire and reason, and finally decided to commit adultery. I would make it a fait accompli first, and then see how things went. If it didn't work out, I would beg. Rape was the only option.

Just as I was getting ready to mess with my mom, something unexpected happened. Maybe fate wasn't going to let me mess with my own mother, because she actually started sleeping with the door locked! I was furious. That old bitch, I curse her ancestors for eighteen generations!!!

Now, the first thing I need to do is unlock the door. What should I do? To make sure she doesn't lock the door and I'm not home, could I pretend to go on a business trip and then come back later? Hahaha, I'll give it a try.

Two days later, I returned home with my travel bag, told my mom I was going on a business trip to Xiamen, pretended to take care of her, and even oiled the door lock. Then I went to stay in the company dormitory. I planned to leave her alone for a week, but after only four days, I was already tempted, and I left at 2 AM on the fifth day.

All the way there, I racked my brains, wondering if this plan would work, if I could actually rape my mother. Then I wondered if she was already in bed with her lover. Should I catch them in the act? My heart pounding, I arrived at my front door. I quietly opened the door and tiptoed into the living room, my heart pounding in my chest. Everything hinged on this.

Good heavens! It was better than I'd imagined. There was no need to close the door, because my mother was sleeping in the living room, covered by a thin sheet, sprawled out on her back, looking like she was willingly being raped. My brother's son was lying in a corner of the bed. I hurriedly retreated into the bathroom, seemingly stripping off all my clothes in an instant. My penis was already hard and erect.

I walked naked to the bed and spent four or five minutes before finally removing the thin sheet. My mother lay there before me, her body exposed. I suppressed my lust and carefully examined the sparse pubic hair on her mons pubis, secretly touching it. Her breasts, already like empty sacks, lay there like two rabbits, their dark nipples revealing clear signs of aging. After a closer look, my gaze fell upon the slit in her vulva.

Looking at the sparse pubic hair, waves of tingling pleasure washed over me. I wanted to cut a few strands of hair as a souvenir. I took a pair of scissors, and a few seconds later I had a few. I knelt in front of the bed and gently spread my mother's thighs wider. For the first time in my life, I vaguely saw the crevice beneath a woman's pubic hair. My head started to pound, and my penis bounced up at an incredible angle.

But my penis couldn't wait any longer. However, I quickly suppressed the urge to pounce on her and commit rape. I gently stood on the bed, bent over, and placed my hands on either side of my mother's breasts, on the bed frame. Slowly, I spread my legs apart, using my arms to lower my body. I carefully performed this acrobatic move, afraid to have even the slightest skin contact with my mother, because at this moment, the slightest stimulation would make me lose my senses and might cause me to ejaculate my virgin semen onto her lower abdomen.

Just as my stomach was about to press against her trembling belly, I adjusted my waist and hips, pushing my trembling penis towards the mysterious gate of my birth. I wanted to selflessly offer my first time to my mother. Little brother, go find your old sister! Ugh, how annoying! My penis, poking at her vulva, couldn't find its way in. I thrust forward forcefully, the glans sliding past her labia and anus before hitting the bed, my penis twitching slightly.

My mother jolted awake, letting out a confused "Huh!" as she tried to sit up. Her large breasts and abdomen were pressed against me. My arms and legs gave way, and my entire body pressed down against her body. I pounced on this mound of flesh. My mother seemed to come to her senses, grabbing my waist with both hands to push me away, opening her mouth to scream "Ah!" In her haste, I pressed her arms down on the bed, thrusting forward to kiss her lips. Her lower body reflexively jerked upward, pressing tightly against my lower abdomen, her large breasts, which had once nurtured me, pressing against my chest. My penis could no longer withstand such stimulation, and I began to wildly ejaculate thick semen into my mother's vagina. In the brief moment of my distraction, she broke free from my grasp, kicking her legs wildly as she tried to roll over, screaming in a low voice, "No, no! I'm your mother! You're heartless! No…" I couldn't let her roll over. Looking at her writhing body, my penis hardened again. I pressed my body against her chest and abdomen, freeing one hand to rip off her panties. My fingers traced down her pubic hair, searching for her vulva, my fingers frantically searching for the entrance. Her lower body throbbed incessantly, screaming, "My dear mother… my dear mother…" I pressed my knees against her thighs, my thumb finding a opening, parting it slightly, and my hard penis, without hesitation, thrust inside. My God, this was my mother's vagina!

My mother let out a mournful cry, stopped resisting, and began to wail in a low, pitiful sob. My mind was a complete mess.

This was my first time having sex. I savored the feeling of penetration. I had finally entered my mother's body. My penis remained inside her slightly dry but throbbing vagina—it was a very strange feeling. I didn't thrust, but just sat up blankly, my hands aimlessly stroking her pubic hair, clitoris, labia, and anus. My penis hurt a little; after all, it was my first time, and my glans was too tender. It hurt. How could it compare to my mother's experienced, seasoned vagina?

Suddenly, my mother wrapped her two large, fat legs around my buttocks and thrust upwards forcefully. My penis almost slipped out of her vagina. She slid out. She howled and frantically pounded on my shoulders and chest. I went crazy too, slapping her buttocks a few times, her breasts bouncing against her chest. I pulled her onto my body, kissing her large breasts, armpits, and neck wildly. She yelled, "You bastard! You bastard! I'm your mother, your mother..." She

desperately pulled my hair, hit my back, and pulled my ears. Suddenly, she bit my right shoulder! I winced in pain and quickly kissed and bit her earlobe. She let go and pulled her head back. I hugged her tightly, her large breasts pressing against me. I rubbed her breasts with my chest, her nipples hard against me. Her whole body was soft and fluffy, without any elasticity. I loved it so much. My lower body was also pushing my penis in with all my might, and she had almost stopped resisting. Damn, I felt like I was going to ejaculate! I held her tightly and stood up abruptly, leaving her suspended in the air on my penis. I pinned her against the wall by the bed, and she sobbed, her arms limply resting on my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my buttocks. I buried my face in her cleavage, holding her buttocks and starting to thrust. At this moment, her hands unconsciously wrapped around my head, her legs hooked even tighter, her eyes closed, her face covered in tears, gently swaying her head from side to side, her throat emitting sobbing wails in sync with my thrusts.

I thrust wildly, my penis rubbing passionately against the fleshy rings of my mother's vagina for a dozen or so times before I couldn't hold back my ejaculation. My thighs pressed hard against her clitoris, trying to push my glans even deeper, and the gushing semen hit the deepest part of her body. After

ejaculating, we collapsed weakly on the bed. She curled up her legs, one hand covering her chest, the other covering her face, weeping silently, a cloudy liquid flowing down from her thighs. Looking at this incestuous naked body, I was moved to tears. I stepped forward, spread my mother's legs, and thrust my still-erect penis into her body. I bent down, parted my mother's hands, and grasped her breasts, playing with them.

I kissed and licked her breasts, armpits, and neck, crying and begging her to forgive my despicable behavior. I pleaded for her forgiveness, reminded her of our mother-son bond, promised to make her truly happy, and said I would support her for life.

My mother just closed her eyes and wept, not answering me, but I could feel her vagina contracting. For what seemed like an eternity, I played with her body, almost lost in the soft, fleshy waves of her flesh. Suddenly, she pushed my hands away, her buttocks jerking off my penis. She quickly rolled over and began to writhe, revealing her swollen breasts, smooth back, and dazzlingly large buttocks…

Hmph! You slut, you can't resist my ministrations! Now that I understand her body, I'm no longer as helpless as I was before. I licked and kissed my way from her ankles to the back of her neck, shamelessly letting the fluid from my glans drip onto her legs, buttocks, neck, back, and breast line. She lay tightly on the bed, and I laboriously stuffed a pillow under her lower abdomen. Then I pounced on her, my legs intertwined with hers, my penis gently rubbing against her buttocks, my hands kneading her breasts, and whispering blatantly lewd things in her ear: I told her about my feelings, her reactions, and the characteristics of her genitals.

I played with her with both hands and feet, talking and kissing her... Suddenly her body stiffened, then she farted, her whole body trembled, and her sobbing stopped—she had an orgasm! My penis pressed hard against her vulva, but her uncooperative old woman's urethra suddenly gushed out a stream of hot urine that hit my glans, and I ejaculated.

After she finished urinating, she lay motionless on her stomach. I turned her over, and she seemed to have fallen asleep. I grabbed the sheet and wiped her genitals clean. I felt a wave of weakness wash over me. I kissed her and then held her as I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already dawn. My mother was still asleep in my arms, but my brother's child was awake, lying there looking at his grandmother's naked body. Of course, he didn't understand anything.

I carefully examined the naked body of the first woman I had ever been with. It turned out to be an old woman, my own mother: messy hair, three or four wrinkles densely covering her forehead, not too unsightly, many crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, tear tracks all over her face, her nose and mouth quite well-proportioned, her whole face quite captivating. Her breasts, enormous due to obesity, drooped, her areolas unusually large and light brown, and her nipples were also very large. My mother has a straight, barrel-shaped waist and a large belly covered in stretch marks from having five children. Her skin has some age spots and a slightly shiny appearance. Below is a sparse clump of pubic hair, a few strands of which have already turned white. There are also semen stains, making the pubic hair look messy and tangled. My mother's clitoris is quite large, about the thickness of my middle finger. A slit in the middle reveals two large, brown labia. Her thighs are quite thick, with many large pores, and her calves are full, but covered in scars.

Seeing this, my penis became erect again, and some fluid leaked out. I wanted to penetrate her, but seeing that my penis wasn't hard enough and my mouth wasn't very satisfying, I simply got up to wash up. Emerging from the bathroom, I felt much more refreshed, and the soreness in my limbs had subsided. The thought of going to have sex again immediately made my penis rock hard. I walked to the bed, saw the mess, and thought about carrying her to the inner room to have sex with her. Just as I bent down, "Slap!" I received a slap across the face. Turning around, I saw my mother looking at me, tears streaming down her face. My

lust vanished instantly, and I began to consider the consequences. I knelt down in front of the bed, my penis losing its thrusting power, my mind filled with fear as I contemplated the various incestuous consequences. After a while, my mother got up, went into the inner room, and locked the door. I was truly afraid she might try to kill herself. I decided to ignore her; things had come to this point, and I would leave it to fate.

I went to the bathroom to get dressed, then wrapped the stain on the bed in a sheet and took it to the laundry room. After finishing, I checked my watch and realized it was past my shift start time, so I ran downstairs to call my colleague and say I needed to take a seasonal leave.

Back upstairs, my mother hadn't come out yet. I was starting to get nervous when the inner door opened, and my mother came out wearing a blouse and those baggy pants. She didn't even look at me, going straight into the bathroom, locking the door, and taking a shower. A sense of hope returned to me. She hadn't dressed properly before leaving the house; it seemed my reputation was safe. After all, I had already slept with my mother. I leaned against the doorframe, waiting for her to come out and give me an explanation.

She finally came out, walked straight up to me, lightly slapped me across the face, and then turned and walked into the inner room. That slap snapped me out of my daze. This country woman didn't have the courage to break ties with her son who had taken advantage of her! So, my fate and my mother's fate ultimately depended on my attitude: Should I immediately apologize? Even offer some compensation? And then life would go on as usual, with us keeping to ourselves? That would

make me a complete fool; if I continued to violate her, she would probably lose her temper and send me to jail or ruin my reputation. I decided to take a third path: to make my mother willingly maintain a sexual relationship with me, no matter the cost. I'd take the gamble!

I suddenly hugged her from behind, gently holding her breasts in my hands, pressing my chest against her back…

She was trembling! I called out with a softness I'd never felt before, "Mommy, Mommy..." Then I turned her body around, suddenly knelt down, wrapped my arms around her buttocks, pressed my cheek against her lower abdomen, and pleaded in a tearful voice, "Give me your body, I really mean it, Mommy..."

Before I could finish, her lower abdomen and buttocks began to convulse violently; she had gone into heat. I stood up and saw her looking at me with dazed eyes, a little drool on her lips. As soon as my hand reached for her breasts, she went limp in my arms. I half-dragged, half-carried her to the bed in the inner room, then quickly took off my clothes, jumped onto the bed to help her undress. I'd only pulled my undershirt up to my arm when she flung it off herself, and her pants were only halfway down when she kicked them off with a few quick kicks. I parted her legs, kissed her vulva deeply twice, and

she immediately became lost in a frenzy. I spread her labia, thrust my penis inside, and then held her tightly, starting to pound away frantically. From the very beginning, her lower body was convulsing incessantly; she would die, come back to life, and die again…

I pounded and ejaculated relentlessly, then kissed her entire body, and as my penis became erect, I would pound and ejaculate again…

I wanted to leave a deep memory on her body, to make her flesh inseparable from me.

Unconsciously, I also fell asleep. When I woke up, she was still asleep, and our bodies were tightly intertwined. I felt the urge again, thrusting my penis inside again, but after a few thrusts, I passed out. When I woke up again, I found my mother was gone. I frantically called out, "Mom! Mom!" She responded and ran in, her face flushed. Relieved that she hadn't left, I called out, "Meat! Don't go..." and fell asleep again.

After a long sleep, I finally woke up. It was dark, and I felt weak all over. I struggled to fumble for the light switch and saw food and rice on a chair, both cold. I checked the clock; it was eleven o'clock. I leaned against the wall and walked to the living room. I saw my mother sleeping there; the bed was clean, and the filthy bag was gone.

I went to the bedside and shook her, calling, "Mom." She responded, "You rascal!" I said, "I want to marry you." She said, "Stop talking nonsense." Then she said in a very soft voice, "Go eat." She didn't dare look at me and turned her head away.

My heart pounded a few times, and I fell on top of her, grabbing her breasts a few times, but my penis just wouldn't get hard. I simply retreated to her lower body, pulled down her pants, and began to suck, blow, bite, and lick her clitoris, labia, and vagina. Before long, she climaxed wildly; Mom is the type who gets aroused quickly. Only then did I climb back on top of her, satisfied, and fell asleep while rubbing her stiff, large nipples.

I woke up early the next morning and heard her busy in the kitchen. A surge of desire welled up inside me, but my penis was simply uncooperative . I ate a couple of bites of food while still half-asleep and went back to sleep. I remained in this dazed state for two days before finally waking up.

I went to the kitchen to find something to eat and saw my mother's underwear in a basin. I chuckled to myself.

My mother wasn't in the house; it was probably past nine. I took a shower, changed my clothes, and sat down to consider my future. My mother came in carrying groceries. I gave her a bright smile, but she gave me a blank look and went into the kitchen. I followed her in, hugged her from behind, and without saying a word, simply savored the feeling of holding a woman.

My mother, blushing, silently divided the dishes. After a long while, she asked, "What about the future?" I casually told her that as long as she was willing, she could stay by my side forever, and even swore an oath to her.

My mother visibly relaxed, leaning into my arms and letting me take liberties with her. I kissed the back of her neck, my hands roaming over her body, feeling a sense of accomplishment. I thought the next step was to turn her into my sex slave.

I turned her around, and she grabbed my head, kissing me passionately, then sucking hard. Women are truly like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties; I almost suffocated. After a moment of adjustment, I used my tongue to pry open her teeth, our tongues intertwining passionately, while one hand gently caressed her genitals, her juices flowing onto my hand.

My mother released me for a breath, then impatiently began to undress me. I gently pushed her away and said, "You slut, can't even handle this? There's still a long way to go!" She grabbed my belt, pressed herself against my chest, and didn't move. My hands continued to play with her, making her gasp for breath. Whenever she had an impulse, I pushed her away, then played with her again, not letting her have her way, not letting her go either, until she sobbed and collapsed on me, ejaculating heavily. I also ejaculated all over my pants.

I gently hugged my mother, stroking her hair and back to calm her down. She pulled open my clothes and kissed my chest. I turned on the gas and carried her into the bathroom. She was now like a docile little kitten, letting me do whatever I wanted.

I turned on the water and washed her from head to toe. Her genitals were constantly dripping with vaginal fluid. I then turned around and washed her back. Suddenly, I had a whimsical idea and deliberately slathered a lot of soap on her crotch, even inserting my fingers into her anus. My mother shuddered and waved to stop me. I stopped and continued to caress her other parts until she was almost unable to stand.

Seeing that the time was right, I slathered soap on my penis, then hugged my nearly collapsing mother from behind, gently parted her legs, pressed my penis against her anus, and thrust in, giving her anal penetration. My mother screamed and fell backward. I held her buttocks tightly, and my penis began to pump.

My mother's anus wasn't very tight, it felt a bit strange, not as good as her vagina. I thrust a dozen times and ejaculated, then held my trembling, dazed mother and collapsed on the floor, letting hot water wash over our lewd bodies.

From then on, both of my mother's vaginas became my playthings, but she absolutely refused to give me oral sex. However, giving her oral sex was definitely her favorite. I hadn't even done a few strokes before she was already cumming.

My mother and I began our lewd sex life. One night, my mother and I were rubbing against each other in bed again, but I desperately stopped her from pulling down her pants, making her reluctantly climax. My brother's son lay there with his eyes open. I hugged my mother, joking with her, and begged her not to hide from me when she went to the toilet, showered, or changed clothes, and not to wear underwear in the house anymore. My mother laughed and said, "Fine, I won't." Then she quickly took off her pants and pounced on me. We made love passionately for most of the night before falling asleep entwined.

After that, my mother didn't lock the door when she went to the bathroom or changed clothes. She still wore her underwear, but as soon as I hugged her, she would immediately strip naked and let me have my way with her.

The days went by like this, with our little acts of lust every two days and big acts every three days. Although my mother was an older woman, she was enjoying the company of her own young lover. I was experiencing this new kind of pleasure for the first time, and we got along very well. However, with the children around, it always lacked a bit of excitement.

One day, I came home from work and saw my mother run into the bathroom as soon as I opened the door. Suddenly aroused, I pretended to be nonchalant and walked into the inner room. Then, I quickly took off my clothes and tiptoed to the bathroom door. I heard my mother sitting on the toilet urinating, then farting as if she needed to defecate. I opened the door and rushed in. My mother was startled and tried to pull up her pants. I grabbed her and pulled them off, turning her around so she was straddling the toilet. She had only relieved herself a little when she started cursing, both ashamed and angry.

I laid her back against me, one hand reaching inside her clothes to grab one breast and knead it roughly, while the other hand thrust into her vagina, teasing her sensitive areas. My mother scolded, "You stink! You're taking a dump and you still want to do this, you lecher!" But her lower body throbbed with each of my fingers, her belly undulating with fleshy waves, her legs spread wide apart.

Soon, she started unbuttoning her clothes with one hand and frantically rubbing her clitoris with the other, her throat hoarse with screams. She gradually entered a state of ecstasy. I kept poking her waist with my penis, yelling at her, "Pull it out! Pull it out!" She cried out, "No!" and resisted for a few minutes, then her anus relaxed, and she defecated like a cannon firing.

I pressed harder with my fingers, and her labia bit down on them, her vaginal walls convulsing rapidly as she ejaculated hot vaginal fluid along with her anus. After she finished ejaculating, I grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my hands and her genitals clean, then carried my writhing mother to the bathtub, undressed her, turned on the water heater, and jumped back in. Just

as I was about to turn on the tap, my mother suddenly grabbed my penis, looking at me with seductive eyes, and began kissing my inner thighs passionately while her hands frantically groped my penis. Stimulated, I ejaculated onto her neck and chin, leaving a pool of semen. I quickly held back my ejaculation, picked up my mother from behind, and had her support herself against the wall. Then, I thrust into her from behind, pumping wildly dozens of times.

Suddenly, my mother went limp, and I couldn't hold her any longer. I put her in the bathtub and pushed her legs up to her chest. At this moment, her vulva was voluptuously protruding from her inner thighs. I thrust in again, pounding relentlessly, and finally ejaculated into my unconscious mother's uterus.

I collapsed, turned on the water, and poured shampoo on my mother to wash her. When my mother woke up, she immediately inserted my semi-erect penis back into her vagina, then wrapped herself around me like an octopus, biting and nibbling at me mouth to mouth—truly an extremely lewd woman.

My penis became erect again inside her vagina, and I thrust desperately. My mother closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and her face showed an expression of extreme pain and extreme pleasure. Suddenly, she cried out, her lower body tightly gripping my penis as she climaxed wildly, and I ejaculated as well.

After her orgasm, my mother clung to me tightly, as if wanting to press every inch of her flesh against me. She murmured between tears, "I love you so much, I love you so much!" She made me feel so accomplished!

My mother now loves me wholeheartedly; I knew it from the look in her eyes when she saw me off to work and greeted me when I came home. Sometimes after sex at night, she would cry and kiss me, waking me up. I would hug her, and she would cry, "I can't raise a child for you, I only wish to die for you!" I would kiss her tenderly to calm her down.

For more than two months, we made love every night, even when she was menstruating. While she was cooking, watching TV, showering, or using the toilet, I would always tease her a few times. Her vagina was my favorite thing. She also enjoyed this pleasure more and more. When she was in the mood, she would even hint for me to tear off her underwear. The rougher I was, the more she seemed to enjoy it.

After another half a year of inseparable days, it was almost Chinese New Year when a letter suddenly came from home, asking my mother, grandson, and I to come home for the holiday. I hurriedly made some preparations and boarded a train south with my mother.

My mother and I stayed at home for over twenty days, and a lot happened, but we didn't have the conditions to do *that*. When we returned to our little nest, my mother's passion was undiminished, but my passion was slowly fading.

One day, I woke up before dawn, sat up and stared blankly for a while, then lifted the covers. Looking at my mother's naked body, still covered in semen stains from the previous night's passion, I felt a strange sense of helplessness. My mother woke up from the cold, opened her eyes, saw my dazed expression, and scolded me, "You pervert!" Then she spread her legs and hooked her arms around me tightly, her plump clitoris rubbing against my lower abdomen. Her face was flushed, her eyes closed, her hands roaming over her abdomen, and she was consciously taking deep breaths, making her two large breasts sway back and forth.

Watching my mother so eagerly seeking pleasure, I suddenly felt a little annoyed. I paused for a moment, and finally leaned down and used my tongue to make her climax. My mother sat up and fell into my arms. I held her, but the passion was gone.

I made breakfast that day. I brought the food to my mother in bed, but she pulled me onto the bed and straddled my penis before eating absentmindedly. But at that moment, I decided to end this kind of life!

I spent all my savings and took out a loan to finally buy my mother a large apartment in a prime location in the city center. I rented a fast-food stall and brought my father and sister's family from the countryside to live with us. My sister and brother-in-law happily came to the city to work. My mother could finally have someone to take care of her in her old age, and she and my father could enjoy their intimacy.

During this time, my sex life with my mother decreased significantly because the conditions were no longer right. Months later, I volunteered to be transferred to the mainland office. I spent a day buying valuable appliances for the house. By the time I finished everything, it was almost 2 a.m. when I finally returned home.

My father had gone for a walk in the park, and my sister and her husband were busy at their shop. When my mother saw me, she hurriedly got out of bed, took off her clothes, and asked me to have sex with her. I told her about my transfer, and she immediately burst into tears. Disregarding her nakedness, she ran to me with disheveled hair and asked anxiously, "Aren't you taking me with you? I can't raise your child, but I've served you for the rest of my life. I consider you my man..."

A fire suddenly rose within me; I needed to vent! I turned around, pulled my mother, who was crying her eyes out, and slapped her bare bottom hard a few times. Then I picked her up and carried her to the bed. She clung to me weakly, crying on my shoulder, "My son, please don't abandon me! I'll be yours for all eternity."

I threw her onto the bed and inexplicably burst into tears. That afternoon felt like a return to the moment we first made love. She cried, and I cried too. She fainted repeatedly, unable to tell if it was from extreme pleasure or extreme sorrow.

I left teeth marks and bruises all over her arms, ears, breasts, and thighs. I forcefully ejaculated the last drop of semen before pulling out my penis, then picked her up, admiring and caressing her naked body one last time: she was unconscious, her body trembling slightly, covered in purplish-red wounds, her left breast still bleeding—God! I had bitten her nipple.

I cleaned her genitals, covered her with a blanket, wrapped her smelly underwear, and put it in my suitcase.

I left 2000 yuan on her bedside table, telling her that once we got married, I would definitely bring her back to live with me; otherwise, this kind of debauchery would ruin my life. My mother nodded sadly on the bed. I got dressed and left my little apartment, never to return.

I used my virginity to take my mother's virginity, I brought her hope for life, and I caused her the pain of breaking up with me. But I finally grew up from this old woman and became a real man.

Two years have passed. I am now married. But when I have sex with my wife, I still think of my mother who gave me my virginity for the first time. Because my career is booming, I'm surrounded by countless older women, but they all resemble my mother in figure, age, and personality—one of the conditions I use to seduce them.

My mother and I now only contact each other by phone. Since then, I've begun to worry that my love will destroy my mother and my family.

[The End]

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