My lustful and charming mother and me

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My family isn't wealthy; we're somewhere in the upper-middle class. My father works in a steel factory, and my mother runs a small business (selling underwear) on the pedestrian street. Due to the global financial crisis, the steel factory where my father works suffered, resulting in over six months of unpaid wages. Therefore, the family's income basically depends on my mother's small shop. Seeing my mother worrying every day about my father's alcoholism and daily expenses, I resolutely gave up the internship arranged by the school and went straight into the workforce. Currently, I work as a sales representative for an electronics company, earning a little over three thousand yuan a month. This is enough to cover my own living expenses and also helps my mother support our precarious family to some extent. Although my family is very ordinary, the relationships within it will leave you speechless.
Actually, my parents had a very good relationship when I was in junior high school. My mother was sweet-looking and had a great figure; she was 1.66 meters tall with long, shapely legs. Her face showed almost no signs of aging, her fair skin glowing with a rosy hue. My father, when he went out drinking and joking with his friends, often boasted that marrying my mother was his proudest achievement. His cronies, without arguing back, would jokingly threaten to steal her away. In the evenings, our family would go for walks after dinner; looking back now, it all seems so warm and harmonious.
The story begins when I was a freshman in college. My father developed hemorrhoids. At the time, the steel mill where he worked was doing quite well (his monthly bonus was around 2,000 yuan, bringing his total monthly income to less than 10,000 yuan). He went to the most upscale hospital in the city, and the hospitalization fee alone cost over 5,000 yuan. I took leave from work to take him there that day, while my mother and I carried bags of necessities. The room was on the third floor of the inpatient ward. At that moment, only the three of us were in the hallway. My father was in front, slowly making his way along, supporting himself against the wall. My mother was in the middle, and I was behind, carrying fruit. My mother was carrying a basin filled with shampoo, laundry detergent, soap, and other similar items. It was quite heavy for her to carry. Because of his hemorrhoids, my father was walking slowly. After climbing about twenty steps, my mother, whose arms were getting tired, put the basin down on a step and rested it with her hands. Perhaps I was distracted, or perhaps I was too close. I accidentally bumped into my mother's plump buttocks. "Ah!" My mother was startled and sat down on my face. My mother was wearing a short dress and flesh-colored stockings. Wow, a sweet fragrance mixed with a slightly fishy smell wafted from her buttocks, pressing tightly against my nose. I was startled, my mouth slightly opening and closing as if I had kissed her beautiful buttocks. Then I felt a tightness in my nose, and her plump buttocks on my face relaxed slightly. Ah…so good, my mother's buttocks were soft and warm. The only drawback was that she was wearing flesh-colored stockings, so I didn't get the full pleasure of touching her buttocks, but there was a kind of friction with a hint of eroticism. I had never had any Oedipus complex before, but the huge stimulation made me get an erection early on. The slight friction between my face and my mother's plump buttocks almost made me go wild. What an intoxicating feeling! The warm buttocks pressed tightly against my face, and I wanted to rub my face against her buttocks. My father, who was walking in front, heard my mother's cry and asked, "What's wrong?" Because of her buttocks, he couldn't turn around to look down. "Oh. Nothing," my mother replied without panic, probably because it was her son. She placed a basin on the steps and moved her plump buttocks away from my face, her expression normal. Deprived of that soft touch, I felt a wave of loss, as if my precious treasure had suddenly disappeared. Looking up at what I thought was my "precious treasure," a fleeting glance made my penis even more erect. Good heavens! My mother was wearing lace-trimmed underwear. I'd never felt anything when I saw her hanging clothes in lace-trimmed, see-through underwear before, but this time it was different. A surge of lust rushed to my head, and my penis swelled from the intense stimulation. My mother's buttocks were partially covered by a short skirt, and her flesh-colored stockings shimmered in the sunlight of the stairwell. My Oedipus complex began to flare up uncontrollably from that moment on. From that day on, I developed a habit of masturbating with my mother's stockings and underwear. But that's another story. Perhaps embarrassed, my mother didn't turn around to look at me, picked up the basin, and continued walking upstairs, while I, with my erection, followed unsteadily. The ward was a private room with a separate bathroom. After settling my dad's belongings in the ward, I quickly slipped away. I was afraid of meeting my mom's gaze, so I kept my head down the whole time and didn't see her expression.
Two days later, I received news that my father's surgery was successful, and I wondered if I should go see him. For some reason, my mother's round, plump buttocks instantly flashed into my mind. A surge of lust made me determined. I would go. I absolutely had to go. Thinking that my father might not be able to eat, I bought dinner for both my mother and myself. "Knock, knock, knock." "Come in," came my mother's voice. Because of what happened the day before yesterday, and my guilty conscience, I was still a little uneasy. Entering the house, I found my father wasn't there. "Mom, where's Dad?" I asked weakly. "The doctor took him to change his dressing," my mother said calmly, probably not dwelling on what happened two days ago, and I felt relieved. I put the dinner on the table. "Mom, eat something. I didn't buy anything for Dad because I was afraid the doctor wouldn't let him eat." My anxiety vanished. "You eat first, I'll make the mattress for your dad." It was evening, and the last rays of the setting sun slanted in. My mother was wearing a loose shirt and fitted sweatpants. Her shapely figure looked incredibly alluring in the afterglow. I forgot about dinner and just stared at my mother. When I saw the bulge under her sweatpants, a ticklish feeling rose in my lower abdomen. My father didn't come home until evening. We talked about school, and when I looked at the clock, it was already past eleven. Dad said, "Don't go home tonight. You and your mother can share a bed. Go straight to school tomorrow." "Okay!" I replied immediately. For some reason, at that moment, I didn't see my mother as my own mother at all. It felt like I was taking advantage of a strange woman at night, a secret thrill rising within me.

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