Memories of my ambiguous relationship with my mother

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Recalling my ambiguous relationship with my mother,
I woke up this morning with a bit of a cold. Suddenly, for some reason, I felt like writing something and posting it on this forum to see what everyone thinks about my situation. Maybe I'll even connect with a few like-minded friends.

Incest is something I've always been reluctant to discuss; it evokes a dark feeling, something that can't be brought to the forefront. That's why I'm using "ambiguous" in the title.

I've always felt that incest is a perennial topic on adult forums, with various posts and discussions, some true, some false.

In real life, there are many people with Oedipus or Electra complexes, and even some with sons or daughters, but most people treat it as a topic of conversation or a source of excitement, or suppress it deep inside, only fantasizing about it occasionally.

Only a small number of people might have some personal experience with incest, but in my opinion, that number is very, very small, unlike the rampant discussions on forums.

Before getting to the main point, I want to say to everyone that unless you have a truly special experience or encounter, please don't try or create opportunities for incest. It brings unimaginable troubles and depression, which I will mention later. Okay, enough rambling, let's get to the point.

Since the title is about my ambiguous relationship with my mother, I definitely need to talk about my mother first.

My mother is a native of Sichuan and is quite pretty (to be honest, I didn't think my mom was pretty until junior high school, until one parent-teacher meeting when my classmates all said she had a good temperament and was beautiful, and that's when I started to notice, but that's a story for later). My mom is only in her early forties this year and is nearly 66 cm tall, which was a very standard figure for her generation.

In recent years, after reading a few foreign reports, she has become a full-fledged vegetarian. As she gets older, she has actually become lighter and lighter, which often amazes me; she hasn't gained weight at all.

Because I was born relatively early, and I was the only child in the family, my mother stopped working when I was X years old. She stayed home every day to take care of me or take me to and from school. This created my deep attachment to her from a young age, as well as some things that happened later in life.

Speaking of my mother, I should also talk about my father. My father is a businessman who owns a company that is neither too big nor too small. I have known since I was old enough to understand that he is very busy. I only see him once or twice a week, but he loves me very much, even spoils me. He fulfills almost all my desires. This has been the case since I was a child, so I still feel guilty towards him.

Well, the relationship between my parents used to be pretty good. But when I was in junior high, some things happened that caused it to deteriorate. Although they haven't separated yet, it's basically only maintained by familial affection, or perhaps a lingering sense of guilt.

In this personal account, I'll definitely be writing about things that might interest you guys.

As I mentioned earlier, my mom and I have basically been together every day since I was little, without exception at night.

From as far back as I can remember, I always shared a bed with my parents. We lived in a two-bedroom apartment, and I had my own room.

But my mom said she didn't feel comfortable letting me sleep alone, so every night my mom and I would sleep at one end of the bed, and my dad at the other.

Of course, some friends will definitely ask about their sex life.

As far as I can remember, if they wanted to have sex, they would usually carry me from the bed to my room after I fell asleep, and then carry me back after they were done (I don't know how they came up with that idea).

The first time I remember realizing this was around age X. I got up to pee and suddenly found myself in my room. While using the toilet, I vaguely heard some sounds. After learning more about this, I deduced that they were having sex. I asked my mom about it, but she said she had almost forgotten about it because it had been so long. I guess that's true.

However, the first time I saw my parents having sex is still quite memorable; it was kind of my sexual awakening.

That was around age X, during the summer vacation after third grade. I had just learned about pornography, but my understanding was still limited to the idea that kissing could lead to pregnancy.

That night, I was home alone. My dad, unusually, took my mom out for a social event. At that time, I had to go to bed by 8 pm.

I remember hearing screams and panting in my drowsy state. I thought a thief had broken in, so I quietly got up and peeked through the crack in the door (because at the time, I don't know where my mom heard it, but it's easy for accidents to happen to children when they're alone in their rooms, so all the locks on our bedroom doors, including the toilet door, were gone. There were only doorknobs, no locks, and the doors were empty).

Then I saw a scene I still can't forget to this day. The living room light was on, and my dad was holding my mom on the sofa, man on top, woman on the bottom. He had my mom's nipple in his mouth, and his hands were gripping my mom's buttocks tightly. Because my mom is quite fair-skinned, you could see the red marks on her buttocks.

Because I was looking from the side, I could clearly see the rise and fall of my mom's breasts and the shaking of her buttocks. My mom kept softly calling out "husband." After that, my mom got off my dad. This was the first time I saw my mom's whole body, except when we were taking a bath together. It was fair and clean. Her breasts seemed very big at the time. Now I think they were probably a D cup, but now they're only a C cup.

Her buttocks weren't perky, but they were full and visually appealing. My dad even laughed and touched them a few times. Then my mom laughed, grabbed a napkin, covered her genitals, and went into the bathroom. My dad followed her. I don't know how I slowly made my way to the bedroom bed. I was in a daze all night, constantly recalling those two or three minutes of the scene until I fell asleep.

After that incident, I felt like I had truly experienced sexual awakening.

Of course, at that time, I definitely didn't intend for anything to happen between my mother and me; I was just curious about the human body, especially women.

At night, I would unconsciously touch my mother's breasts while sleeping, wanting to lift them to look. At first, my mother was surprised, saying that men and women are different and I shouldn't look at them casually. Later, she couldn't resist my constant touching and let me see them. This became a habit of mine before sleeping; every night before bed, I would touch my mother's breasts with one hand and occasionally ask to see them.

Later, my mother turned looking at her breasts into a reward. If I did well in school or made progress in my exams, I could look at them, and even touch her nipples. Of course, at that time, it was just curiosity, without any inappropriate thoughts.

My father knew that I liked to touch my mother's breasts, but he thought it was just a child's thing, and my mother thought so too.

After that, my parents continued their "secret relationship". When they wanted to do it, they would wait until I fell asleep, then take me away and then take me back. I had seen them make love a few times during that time, but I didn't remember it as clearly as the first time. I just saw different positions. This situation only started to change when I was in junior high school.

(2) Last time I talked about the scene of my parents making love for the first time. Although this experience was not so frequent, I would still encounter it once every month or two. So later I got used to it. However, my thoughts were not so complicated at the time, and I didn't have any other excessive thoughts.

As for seeing my mother's body, this opportunity was even more frequent for me when I was a child.

From my earliest memories, around age X, I would take a bath with my mom once or twice a month. However, after we moved, the bathtub was replaced with a shower stall, so for a long period I didn't directly observe or touch my mom's body.

As I grew older, I naturally entered junior high school. The situation at home remained largely unchanged, except for some reason, I noticed that I saw my parents having sex less and less often. At first, I thought they had discovered me peeking and got quite nervous. Later, I learned that it was because they were experiencing relationship problems (which I will discuss in detail later), which gradually led to a loss of their former passion. It had nothing to do with me.

After entering junior high school, as many of you know, the boys and even girls around you gradually start talking about relationships. If you meet a few like-minded friends, you might even go out together to hunt for women.

My best friend and my deskmate, Brother A, were pretty much like that.

From the first day of school, I thought he looked sleazy, with a chubby figure and a lewd smile that he often wore.

I remember he took me to buy porn for the first time. Back then, in the stairwells of various digital malls, there were people selling all sorts of porn DVDs. He went up to the seller and asked me to pick from a stack. I was nervous, so I just grabbed a few, paid, and dragged him away.

Later, when I got home and opened the DVDs, I found they were all mature-woman Japanese AVs.

Back then, I was quite interested in young girls, so I hid those DVDs under my bed until my mom found them.

Junior high school life was relatively relaxed on weekends, aside from studying during the week.

Cell phones became popular around that time, and it was then that I started reading erotic novels and incestuous relationships with mothers.

Initially, I was quite disgusted by incestuous relationships with mothers; I couldn't believe a mother could be with her son. I never had any desire to have sex with my own mother, but gradually, as I read more of these kinds of novels and spent more time with my mom, inappropriate thoughts slowly began to arise.

Although I can't recall the exact date it started, it was probably between the second and third years of junior high school. I began to have real fantasies about my mother, started to observe her every move, consciously tried to get closer to her, and started to treat her as a woman.

I remember it was a Friday afternoon when I got home from school and found the house very noisy. As soon as I entered, I heard my mother yelling that she wanted a divorce. My father and another woman were sitting on the edge of the bed in the bedroom.

My father was only wearing underwear, and the woman was wrapped in a blanket, probably without anything underneath.

My mom later told me that she actually caught them in bed together that time. Before, she only had suspicions. She went to her hometown for a few days, and I wasn't home during the day. As a result, she caught them red-handed when she came home early. To me now, it seems like a pretty melodramatic plot.

As soon as my mom saw me, she pulled me towards the door, telling my dad to prepare an agreement as she walked.

Looking back now, I was quite angry with my dad at the time, feeling that he had wronged my mom. But thinking about it later, in a sense, I should be grateful for this incident. If it weren't for this incident, my relationship with my mom wouldn't have undergone such a subtle change. It was precisely because of this incident that my mom and I gradually developed a bond that went beyond that of a typical mother and son.

The night my mom took me away, we stayed together at a hotel near our home. I still remember the price of one night: 498 yuan.

It was already evening when we checked into the hotel. As soon as my mother entered the room, she sat on the edge of the bed, hugged me, and cried, telling me her troubles and how my father had wronged her in the past.

At first, I tried to comfort her, but then I gradually felt something different on my arm.

Because she was crying so hard, her breasts were pressed against my arm, rubbing and shaking. Later, as she cried more and more intensely, she half-embraced me, and a few times her breasts rubbed directly against my chest, making me instantly distracted.

This was probably the first time I had hugged my mother so intimately since I started having feelings for her. Instantly, all sorts of thoughts flooded my mind, and my hand unconsciously tightened its grip.

After things calmed down a bit, my mom asked me to go out and buy some food. I was thinking of just getting some instant noodles, but in the end, worried that the two of us wouldn't have enough to eat, I ended up buying a KFC family bucket.

When I got to the room, I heard the sound of running water as soon as I entered. I guessed that my mom had gone to take a shower. After all, she had just come from our hometown and a lot had happened, so a shower would help her relax. Actually, my mom is quite a clean freak in real life.

I was about to close the bedroom door, intending to call her from the bathroom door to hurry up and finish washing up and have dinner, when what I saw next completely aroused me. The bathroom door wasn't closed at all, and the shower curtain wasn't drawn either. My mother was standing in the shower, washing her pale body. First, she used foam to lather and knead her breasts, then she slightly raised her buttocks to wash her backside.

Watching my mother's hand reach towards her butt crack, that posture instantly made me hard. My mother seemed to suddenly realize something, and when she turned around and saw me standing there staring at her, she was also stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded me, saying, "What are you looking at? Didn't you see this when you were little?"

In my daze, I blurted out, "I haven't looked at it this closely in a long time." My mom's face immediately turned red, probably from the heat.

We were both silent for a few seconds before I snapped out of it and quickly said that the food was ready. I hurriedly sat down on the bed, my heart pounding.

A little while later, my mom came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white towel, and sat down to eat without saying a word to me.

We ate our KFC together, as if in unspoken agreement, until I finished and went to throw out the trash. When I came back, she was already in bed wrapped in a blanket, only saying, "Go take a shower and go to sleep," and then she didn't say another word.

I grunted and went into the bathroom. Standing where my mom had just been standing, I recalled the scene and fantasized about hugging and kissing her, caressing her until I entered her body. For the first time, I fantasized about my mom masturbating.

When I came out, I saw that she was probably asleep, so I lay down on another bed and slowly drifted off to sleep, savoring the scene from before.

(3) After that night, everything seemed to return to normal.

I went to my classes on time every day, and my mom would prepare the food and wait for me to eat in the evening. My dad would also come home on time. Apart from being a little quieter at the dinner table than before, everything else was not as intense as I had imagined.

Oh, and there was one obvious change. After that night, my dad and mom started sleeping in separate beds, and I was lucky enough to start sleeping in the same bed with my mom again.

I remember that night after dinner, my mom was clearing the dishes when she said to me in front of my dad, "Your dad's been busy lately, he has to work overtime, and he's worried about disturbing my sleep, so he'll rest in his study. Don't disturb him at night, and come sleep with me."

To be honest, I was a little excited when I heard that, fantasizing that it would unfold like a novel plot, with all sorts of flirting and caresses leading to the pinnacle of life.

However, ideals are often grand, but reality is harsh. After sleeping with my mom for over half a year, nothing noteworthy happened.

When I started sleeping at night, I would fantasize as soon as I lay down next to my mom, and I would get an erection. Although I would occasionally touch her legs and hands, I didn't dare to make any sudden moves (don't call me cowardly; I think very few people in reality would actually dare to make a move like that).

In addition, she would talk to me about my studies during that period, and I would always fall asleep while talking. So that period was the most uneventful time of my adolescence. I didn't think about anything else except studying.

After the high school entrance exam, my leisurely days began again. I basically ate and slept every day. During that time, I felt that my academic performance was pretty good, and I did very well in the high school entrance exam. Naturally, I was admitted to a key high school in the city and was even invited to participate in an interview for a high school in Singapore. My mom kept talking about me during that period.

At home, because it's summer, my mom dresses very lightly, basically wearing a short skirt or shorts with a very thin top.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, when my dad was home, my mom would bundle herself up tightly, preferring to wear long sleeves and pants even with the air conditioning on. But whenever my dad wasn't home, she'd be completely open, wearing whatever was thin, often without underwear, especially after doing housework, when sweat would often outline her figure.

It was during that time that my mom unintentionally discovered the AV I was watching.

I remember it was one morning when my mom suddenly woke me up from my bed. In my groggy state, she looked at me for a long time, then hesitantly asked, "Are you a mother-fixator?" I was instantly jolted awake. To be honest, I was genuinely startled awake that day, and my first instinct was to deny it, saying, "How could that be?"

Then my mom put my notebook in front of me and asked, "Why are you watching these things?" My eyes glanced at the computer screen, and I instantly felt embarrassed. What my mom had opened were all the adult videos I'd downloaded using KuaiBo (you know what I mean). I hadn't even changed the titles of those videos; they were all about mother-son incest, mother-son intercourse, and even some about stepmother gang rape.

I remember sitting on the bed, so embarrassed I didn't say anything. My mom looked at me for a long time, then slowly said, "Watch less of this unhealthy stuff in the future," and rushed off to cook.

For the next two days, there was a noticeable awkwardness between us. Occasionally, we'd make eye contact, then immediately look away. It wasn't until my dad went on a business trip that we slowly returned to normal.

However, after that incident, I gradually noticed a change in my mother. First, she seemed to stop being so guarded around me, or rather, she seemed to be deliberately trying to let me see certain things in front of me.

For example, she used to close the door when she went to the toilet or shower (although I could still peek through the lock), but after that period, she basically didn't close the door when she went to the toilet.

I could often see her going to the toilet or showering. At first, I was the one who felt embarrassed. When I got up in the morning to wash up, my mother would often be sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, and as soon as I entered the bathroom, I could see the dark forest between her legs. I would immediately turn around and leave in embarrassment, but my mother would say, "Why are you leaving? Brush your teeth. I'm not bothering you."

When I was brushing my teeth, I could see half of my mother's buttocks through the mirror. They were snow-white under the incandescent light. This made my mother feel no embarrassment when she took a shower at night. Occasionally, she would call me in to wash up and prepare for bed while she was showering. At that time, the bathroom in our house only had a transparent glass partition, so you could see the person showering clearly from inside the toilet.

Of course, given my feelings at the time, I wouldn't have been so insistent on refusing, so I saw everything I wanted to see. My mother didn't seem to mind at all. Occasionally, when I needed to use the restroom at night, she would come in to shower, taking off her clothes through the glass, showering, and then putting on her pajamas, acting like I was "one of her own."

This gradually developed into a "good habit" of mine at home: washing my face, brushing my teeth, or using the toilet while my mother showered.

[To be continued] Main text [Recalling my ambiguous relationship with my mother] (04-05) [For more novels, please go to *** to read (remove the asterisks)] Send an email to diyanhu@qq.com to get the first place... Author: sexindafa Word count: 3 (4) Of course, given my feelings at the time, I wouldn't have been so insistent on refusing, so I saw everything I wanted to see. My mother didn't care at all. Occasionally, when I needed to use the restroom at night, she would come in to take a shower, take off her clothes through the glass, shower, and then put on her

pajamas. She acted as if I treated her as "one of my own." This gradually developed into a "good habit" of mine at home: washing my face, brushing my teeth, or going to the toilet while my mother was showering.

After my mother started to let her guard down, our relationship didn't quickly turn from mother and son to friends with benefits, as many people might think or as depicted in novels.

Every day at home, it seemed that we both maintained a certain tacit understanding, and neither of us would mention any topics that went beyond the mother-son relationship.

However, I could basically come and go as I pleased during the day and night when showering and using the toilet, as long as my dad wasn't home. We slept in the same bed at night, but there was nothing inappropriate; at most, we would hold hands while sleeping.

Of course, I would fantasize about various scenarios every day, and I would often masturbate while showering at night, thinking about various novel plots.

I don't know if it was because I was tempted too much at home every day, or because I wanted women too much, but not long after, I started dating a girl in my high school class.

Speaking of this early romance, it can be considered a beautiful memory in my life.

I'll call my first girlfriend C here.

According to C, she had a crush on me a few days after entering school, and then, near the end of the semester, she didn't have any particular impulse, but maybe because she wanted to experience the feeling of a woman too much, or perhaps she wanted to divert my attention from my mom (this is a bit beastly), she agreed.

I remember that the final exams ended quickly and the holidays started. I went to C's house almost every day, and naturally, things happened. I experienced the pleasures of being a woman for the first time.

C was considered slightly chubby by my standards at the time, but she had a large bust, a C cup back then. Years later, when I saw C again, I heard she had become a legendary F cup.

I told her I was going to play games with my friends, and she didn't pay much attention to me then.

After school started, I continued my relationship with C until we chose to study science or humanities in high school.

As everyone probably knows, after the division into arts and sciences tracks, many of my old friends were no longer in the same class. C and I were also in different classes, and we rarely saw each other. My grades weren't very good after the division, and my parents discussed sending me abroad to study. Later, in the second semester of my junior year, I broke up with C, and I was heartbroken for a while.

After my family decided to send me abroad for university, I naturally transferred to an international school.

Aside from memorizing vocabulary and studying for the TOEFL, I was pretty free every day.

As many of you guys know, after experiencing the pleasures of a woman, teenage boys generally have a very high sex drive and seem to be thinking about sex all the time.

But my girlfriend and I had also broken up, and I didn't want to be a monk constantly masturbating, so I came up with a method that everyone has thought of: going to a prostitute.

I wonder how many guys have used QQ (a Chinese social networking site) for in-home services. I started out using one, and the price wasn't expensive back then, just a few yuan per session.

So, it just so happened that I got that service. I'd go to nightclubs with friends on weekend nights, and we even became friends after a short time.

Of course, I took all the precautions; I always brought two condoms, and I'd shower immediately afterward. I was lucky not to get any diseases. Thinking back on it now, it's scary. I was too reckless back then; you could say it was youthful impetuosity.

However, as the saying goes, if you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your feet wet. Two or three months later, on a Friday, I was having a great time at home when my mom caught me red-handed... (5) Last time I talked about being caught by my mom while playing with prostitutes at home, the story goes like this... As usual, on a Friday afternoon, I met up with a prostitute I had been in contact with for a while. Let's call her Sister A here. Sister A was actually one of my long-term sex partners at the time. She was 32 years old and had an above-average appearance.

In terms of figure, she was the opposite of my mom. She was voluptuous with 34E breasts. If you particularly like big breasts and big butts, you would definitely be fascinated by her. I often

hung out with her during that period.

That afternoon, she came to my house as promised. As usual, we first took a bath together in the washtub in the bathroom (my mother's bathroom).

I personally prefer to enjoy making love in the bathtub. The pleasure is more intense as the water flows up and down. Another important point is that soaking in hot water reduces the risk of contracting sexually transmitted diseases. Many germs are instantly killed when they come into contact with hot water (such as HIV).

A and I were soaking in the bathtub together, slowly caressing each other, kneading her large breasts.

Suddenly, my gaze fell on a pair of my mother's underwear that she had changed out of. I don't know if it was a sudden flash of inspiration or some imagined scenario, but I made A put on my mother's underwear.

I remember when I told her my idea, she was taken aback and asked whose it was.

I couldn't just say it was my mother's, so I said that a friend had been staying at my house for a few days, and this was the underwear she had changed out of, and that I had feelings for her, and after much persuasion, she reluctantly agreed.

I still remember what those underwear looked like to this day; it was purple with lace trim and had a slightly see-through feel.

I haven't talked about my mom's underwear with you guys before. Basically, starting from when I was in high school, after my mom and dad's relationship cooled, she gradually switched to all kinds of lace underwear. This process was slow, lasting about a year or two. You basically couldn't find any cotton underwear in her closet anymore.

At the time, I suspected she might be having an affair, but I couldn't find any evidence, whether from her phone or when she was at home. Plus, my mom wearing lace was really alluring and could satisfy my various fantasies, so over time I was happy to see it happen.

Getting back to the topic, because my friend's butt is much bigger than my mom's, when she wore that purple lace, it felt tight, and the red marks from the straps made it even more visually striking.

So I eagerly let her give me oral sex, and while I kept touching her underwear, I closed my eyes and started fantasizing that the person giving me oral sex was my mom. The thrill was incredible; I still remember that feeling vividly.

But as the saying goes, pride comes before a fall. Before I'd enjoyed it much, the door was suddenly opened, and my mom walked right in. Then all three of us froze.

The embarrassment felt no different than being caught in the act.

Looking back, the reason I didn't hear my mom open the door was probably because the waves in the bathtub were so loud that I didn't even hear her.

Later, my mother recalled that it was the first time she had seen my erect penis directly, covered in someone else's saliva, and with the steam from the bathroom, it was incredibly lewd.

Before, she'd only seen my genitals when we showered together or during my morning erection, but never as directly or clearly as that afternoon.

The three of us were stunned for at least half a minute before we pulled Sister A out of the sink. It was the first time I'd seen my mother so angry. We told her to put on her clothes and leave immediately.

Sister A didn't say anything; she first took off her underwear, then quickly changed into her clothes and left.

My mother stared blankly at Sister A's underwear, which she'd thrown on the toilet.

(My story with Sister A continues a few years later, which will be mentioned in later updates.) Then, only my mom and I were left in the bathroom. I was completely out of it. My mom just stared at me, and I felt guilty and didn't know where to look, so I just stared at the toilet. After about a few minutes, my mom said, "Get dressed and come out with me," and then she left.

I didn't think about anything at the time, and I didn't know what to think. I got out of the bathtub, got dressed, and then my mom took me straight to the hospital for a full-body checkup, especially for STDs, which my mom ticked off.

I was on the verge of tears, being taken by my own mother to get tested for STDs—I guess not many people get this treatment.

Although, thankfully, the final result was negative; I didn't have any diseases.

But the privilege of sleeping with my mother on dinner nights was also taken away, and I went back to my own room. My dad later asked me if I had upset my mother again, and I couldn't tell the truth, so I just brushed it off.

Then

, in February of that year, my mother took me to Hong Kong to take the SAT.

Those who know should have heard that there are no test centers for the American college entrance exam in mainland China, so you have to go abroad to take it. That's when the interesting things really started to unfold.

[To be continued] Main text [Recalling my ambiguous relationship with my mother] (06-07) [For more novels, please go to *** to read (remove the asterisks)] Send an email to diyanhu@qq.com to get the first place... Author: sexindafa Word count: 345 (6) Actually, according to the original plan, I should have gone to South Korea or Thailand to take the exam, but because there were no exam slots, I ended up having to take the exam in Hong Kong.

I remember that when my mother and I arrived in Hong Kong, we didn't even put down our luggage before we went to look at the exam venue. We circled around the venue before taking a taxi to find a hotel.

By the time we got to the hotel, we were exhausted. It was Christmas time, so when we checked in, we found out that there was only one double room left. My mother glanced at me and told the front desk that since we were mother and son, a double room was fine. We didn't have the energy to go and find another hotel.

Upon hearing the news, I outwardly appeared calm, but inwardly I was pounding with excitement. After all, I'd been holding back for a month, unable to even find a chance to masturbate (as mentioned before, my mom caught me visiting a prostitute, and naturally, she'd been keeping a close eye on me ever since. My mom was basically always at home, and with exams coming up, she was constantly studying, so she didn't have much time for anything else). Now, it seemed like I had a chance to get some perks, so naturally, I was thrilled.

After getting the room key and going upstairs, I discovered the room was pitifully small. Anyone who's been to Hong Kong knows that most apartments are quite small, except for the super-rich.

It was my first time in Hong Kong, and the rooms felt much smaller than those in mainland China.

However, despite the small size, the layout immediately caught my eye. The bathroom was open-plan, separated only by a large glass partition; sitting on the bed, you could see directly into the shower or toilet area.

I was thinking that my mom might want to change hotels because of how I looked, since our relationship had been rather strained lately, and she was very cold towards me.

Surprisingly, she only glanced at me twice before telling me to take the luggage from the cart into the room, without any apparent concern.

After the luggage was in the room, my mom and I went out for dinner. Dinner was uneventful; since the exam was the next day, we went straight to the hotel after dinner.

When we got to the room, my mom asked if I wanted to take a shower. I said I wanted to rest for a bit and then look at some questions. She said okay, she'd shower first, and then went into the bathroom.

I sat at the coffee table by the bed, idly flipping through the printed materials in my hand, but my eyes kept glancing at the scene in the bathroom.

My mom first turned on the shower and started washing her face and brushing her teeth at the sink. After that, she immediately started taking off her clothes.

I guessed that she turned on the water first to use the steam to block some of the view (her habit at home is usually to turn on the water after washing her face and before taking a shower). However, she was probably aware that I was outside and could probably see her showering clearly, regardless of the steam. Plus, she hadn't really been shy about me showering and undressing at home before, so that day in the hotel, she just showered through the glass.

You guys can probably understand what it feels like for a 7 or 8-year-old boy to have been holding back for a month and then see a woman undressing in front of him, plus the thrill of voyeurism.

My mother took off her clothes one by one, and that long-lost feeling of carnal desire resurfaced in my mind.

Especially with the warm light shining in the bathroom, the color of her skin was even more clearly visible.

Slightly sagging breasts, slightly upturned nipples, my mother's areolas were relatively small, but her nipples were very firm, along with her snow-white buttocks and alluring waist, she had the look of a mature woman from an AV.

Watching my mom shower, and the way she rinsed her buttocks with the tap (my mom has a habit of rinsing her backside while showering, and she made me do it too, saying it would prevent hemorrhoids later), my lower body got hard again, and my hand unconsciously started touching it. My mind was filled with all sorts of fantasies.

This time, however, my mom showered quite quickly, probably only about five minutes, and she was out already dressed in her pajamas.

After she came out, she told me to hurry up and shower too, and then we could slowly review.

When my mom came out, my penis was still hard, and my jeans felt bulging, so I quickly walked into the bathroom.

Once inside, I realized that if I could see my mom, she could see me from the outside too. A wave of embarrassment washed over me because I was so hard. But then came a surge of excitement—the thrill of exposing myself in front of my mom, perhaps a kind of test.

Just then, my mom called from outside, "Why aren't you washing up? What are you standing there for?"

That voice snapped me back to reality. I started brushing my teeth and washing my face, my erection softening a bit.

After washing up, I started taking off my clothes. I didn't have the courage to deliberately expose myself right in front of the glass, so I stood sideways, facing the sink.

As I took off my shirt and started taking off my pants, I saw out of the corner of my eye that my mom was also looking towards the glass. This is absolutely true. I can't describe the feeling at that moment; it was both exciting and nerve-wracking.

When I took off my underwear, my penis wasn't fully erect, but it was still erect, and the length was basically up to the standard for a hard erection. Then I started showering. At first, I had my back to my mom because the shower gel and shampoo were in a hanging basket in the corner, so I would turn around to get them. Every time I turned around, I would see my mom's eyes constantly glancing in my direction, even though she was pretending to be applying lotion to her feet and hands.

Perhaps it was a moment of excitement, but I inexplicably applied shower gel to my genitals and started slowly rubbing and masturbating.

Looking back, it was definitely one of the boldest things I've ever done. While rubbing myself, I kept glancing at my mother out of the corner of my eye. It was already a bit foggy, so I couldn't see her expression clearly, but her hands weren't moving as she dried herself, and her head was facing the glass, completely still. This made me even more certain that she was watching me shower and masturbate. Then, my mind started conjuring up all sorts of scenes from novels and fantasies I'd previously imagined. Soon, in this extremely stimulating state, I ejaculated for the first time in my life.

(7) After ejaculating, I acted as if nothing had happened, washing my lower body with shower gel, especially my foreskin and penis. Then I slowly walked out of the bathroom, put on my underwear, wrapped myself in a towel, and felt inexplicably refreshed. I even shaved.

When I came out, I found that my mother was no longer sitting on the edge of the bed as she had been in the bathroom. Instead, she had crawled into bed, the TV was off, and she was lying on her side. I went to the bedside, and she just said softly, "Go to bed and rest after you've finished studying. You have an exam tomorrow."

Then she closed her eyes.

Hearing this, I went to the bedside, dimmed the light, and then lifted a corner of the blanket and got into bed.

This was the first time we had slept in the same bed since my mother caught me playing with a prostitute.

Because my mom was lying on her side, when I lifted the blanket, I could see half of her buttocks exposed. They were very white, and she was wearing purple lace panties that looked somewhat see-through. Although I had just ejaculated, the urge in my mind hadn't completely dissipated, and seeing this scene made me a little aroused again.

However, I couldn't keep staring, so after a few seconds, I naturally pulled the blanket back up and lay in bed, letting my mind wander.

Perhaps because my mom hadn't stopped me from masturbating through the glass earlier, I became bolder. A few minutes later, I turned off the light and, for the first time ever, turned over and hugged my mom's waist.

When I touched her body, I clearly felt her tremble slightly. She asked why I was hugging her, and I said that lying flat was uncomfortable, I hadn't slept with her in a long time, and it was so cold outside, hugging her would keep me warm (the air conditioning was on high in the room, so it was quite warm).

Then my mom said "oh," and told me to go to sleep quickly, not to overthink, and to do well on my exam the next day.

At the time, I was actually quite guilty, afraid that my mom would scold me, so I didn't think much

of it. Later, I wondered what my mom meant when she said "don't overthink"? Was it to not have any impure thoughts? Or was it to not overthink because of the exam? Anyway, I slowly fell asleep, immersed in the excitement of hugging my mom.

Some friends might ask, "According to the usual routine, shouldn't you be pressing your penis against your mom's buttocks, slowly touching and teasing her, and then... well, that'll happen."

Honestly, that only happens in novels. The person actually in your bed is your mom. Even if you're a mother-obsessed monster, every move you make will be nerve-wracking. It's not like a normal person hugging a beautiful woman, carefree and teasing her however they want. It's abnormal not to have sex a few times after getting into bed.

Anyway, that night I just hugged her like that until I fell asleep. There was no other activity; my hands were on her waist the whole time. My penis was also a distance away from hers, not directly touching her.

The next morning, my mom woke me up.

As soon as I woke up, I saw her bending over, putting on her pants. She was still wearing those purple lace panties, but they were even clearer than last night; her buttocks looked rounder.

After my mom finished dressing, she turned around and saw me still lying in bed, lost in thought, so she urged me to get up quickly.

I hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously lifted the covers to go to the bathroom to pee. As soon as I lifted the covers, my mom's gaze suddenly froze. I subconsciously looked down and realized that the combined effect of morning erection and needing to pee was quite significant; her white panties were bulging like a small mountain. I quickly covered my genitals and went to the bathroom, while my mom awkwardly turned her head away.

Although the whole thing only lasted a few seconds, I'm pretty sure my mom was staring blankly at my crotch for those few seconds.

After that little incident in the morning, I went straight to the exam hall to prepare.

It was drizzling that day, but I did pretty well overall. After the exam, I felt like everything was going well. My mom was happy to hear that, and we planned our next few days of free time in Hong Kong together on the subway.

[To be continued]

I woke up this morning with a bit of a cold, and suddenly, for some reason, I felt like writing something. I'll post it in this thread and see what everyone thinks about my situation. Maybe I'll even chat with a few friends I get along with.

Incest is a topic I'm generally reluctant to discuss; it evokes a dark and unsavory image, something that shouldn't be discussed openly. That's why I use "ambiguous" in the title.

It seems to be a perennial topic on adult forums, with various posts and discussions, some true, some false.

In real life, there are many people with Oedipus or Electra complexes, and even some with sons or daughters, but most treat it as a topic of conversation or a source of excitement, or suppress it deep inside, occasionally indulging in fantasies.

Only a small percentage of people likely have some personal experience with incest, but in my opinion, this number is extremely small, unlike the rampant discussions on forums.

Before I begin, I want to say to all my friends that unless you have a truly special experience or background, please don't try or create opportunities for incest. It brings unimaginable troubles and depression, which I will mention later. Okay, enough rambling, let's get to the point.

Since the title is about my ambiguous relationship with my mother, I should definitely start by talking about her.

My mother is a native of Sichuan and is quite pretty (to be honest, I didn't think my mom was pretty until junior high school, until one parent-teacher meeting when my classmates all said she had a good temperament and was beautiful, and that's when I started to notice, but that's a story for later). My mom is only in her early forties this year and is nearly 66 cm tall, which was a very standard figure for her generation.

In recent years, after reading a few foreign reports, she has become a full-fledged vegetarian. As she gets older, she has actually become lighter and lighter, which often amazes me; she hasn't gained weight at all.

Because I was born relatively early, and I was the only child in the family, my mother stopped working when I was X years old. She stayed home every day to take care of me or take me to and from school. This created my deep attachment to her from a young age, as well as some things that happened later in life.

Speaking of my mother, I should also talk about my father. My father is a businessman who owns a company that is neither too big nor too small. I have known since I was old enough to understand that he is very busy. I only see him once or twice a week, but he loves me very much, even spoils me. He fulfills almost all my desires. This has been the case since I was a child, so I still feel guilty towards him.

Well, the relationship between my parents used to be pretty good. But when I was in junior high, some things happened that caused it to deteriorate. Although they haven't separated yet, it's basically only maintained by familial affection, or perhaps a lingering sense of guilt.

In this personal account, I'll definitely be writing about things that might interest you guys.

As I mentioned earlier, my mom and I have basically been together every day since I was little, without exception at night.

From as far back as I can remember, I always shared a bed with my parents. We lived in a two-bedroom apartment, and I had my own room.

But my mom said she didn't feel comfortable letting me sleep alone, so every night my mom and I would sleep at one end of the bed, and my dad at the other.

Of course, some friends will definitely ask about their sex life.

As far as I can remember, if they wanted to have sex, they would usually carry me from the bed to my room after I fell asleep, and then carry me back after they were done (I don't know how they came up with that idea).

The first time I remember realizing this was around age X. I got up to pee and suddenly found myself in my room. While using the toilet, I vaguely heard some sounds. After learning more about this, I deduced that they were having sex. I asked my mom about it, but she said she had almost forgotten about it because it had been so long. I guess that's true.

However, the first time I saw my parents having sex is still quite memorable; it was kind of my sexual awakening.

That was around age X, during the summer vacation after third grade. I had just learned about pornography, but my understanding was still limited to the idea that kissing could lead to pregnancy.

That night, I was home alone. My dad, unusually, took my mom out for a social event. At that time, I had to go to bed by 8 pm.

I remember hearing screams and panting in my drowsy state. I thought a thief had broken in, so I quietly got up and peeked through the crack in the door (because at the time, I don't know where my mom heard it, but it's easy for accidents to happen to children when they're alone in their rooms, so all the locks on our bedroom doors, including the toilet door, were gone. There were only doorknobs, no locks, and the doors were empty).

Then I saw a scene I still can't forget to this day. The living room light was on, and my dad was holding my mom on the sofa, man on top, woman on the bottom. He had my mom's nipple in his mouth, and his hands were gripping my mom's buttocks tightly. Because my mom is quite fair-skinned, you could see the red marks on her buttocks.

Because I was looking from the side, I could clearly see the rise and fall of my mom's breasts and the shaking of her buttocks. My mom kept softly calling out "husband." After that, my mom got off my dad. This was the first time I saw my mom's whole body, except when we were taking a bath together. It was fair and clean. Her breasts seemed very big at the time. Now I think they were probably a D cup, but now they're only a C cup.

Her buttocks weren't perky, but they were full and visually appealing. My dad even laughed and touched them a few times. Then my mom laughed, grabbed a napkin, covered her genitals, and went into the bathroom. My dad followed her. I don't know how I slowly made my way to the bedroom bed. I was in a daze all night, constantly recalling those two or three minutes of the scene until I fell asleep.

After that incident, I felt like I had truly experienced sexual awakening.

Of course, at that time, I definitely didn't intend for anything to happen between my mother and me; I was just curious about the human body, especially women.

At night, I would unconsciously touch my mother's breasts while sleeping, wanting to lift them to look. At first, my mother was surprised, saying that men and women are different and I shouldn't look at them casually. Later, she couldn't resist my constant touching and let me see them. This became a habit of mine before sleeping; every night before bed, I would touch my mother's breasts with one hand and occasionally ask to see them.

Later, my mother turned looking at her breasts into a reward. If I did well in school or made progress in my exams, I could look at them, and even touch her nipples. Of course, at that time, it was just curiosity, without any inappropriate thoughts.

My father knew that I liked to touch my mother's breasts, but he thought it was just a child's thing, and my mother thought so too.

After that, my parents continued their "secret relationship". When they wanted to do it, they would wait until I fell asleep, then take me away and then take me back. I had seen them make love a few times during that time, but I didn't remember it as clearly as the first time. I just saw different positions. This situation only started to change when I was in junior high school.

(2) Last time I talked about the scene of my parents making love for the first time. Although this experience was not so frequent, I would still encounter it once every month or two. So later I got used to it. However, my thoughts were not so complicated at the time, and I didn't have any other excessive thoughts.

As for seeing my mother's body, this opportunity was even more frequent for me when I was a child.

From my earliest memories, around age X, I would take a bath with my mom once or twice a month. However, after we moved, the bathtub was replaced with a shower stall, so for a long period I didn't directly observe or touch my mom's body.

As I grew older, I naturally entered junior high school. The situation at home remained largely unchanged, except for some reason, I noticed that I saw my parents having sex less and less often. At first, I thought they had discovered me peeking and got quite nervous. Later, I learned that it was because they were experiencing relationship problems (which I will discuss in detail later), which gradually led to a loss of their former passion. It had nothing to do with me.

After entering junior high school, as many of you know, the boys and even girls around you gradually start talking about relationships. If you meet a few like-minded friends, you might even go out together to hunt for women.

My best friend and my deskmate, Brother A, were pretty much like that.

From the first day of school, I thought he looked sleazy, with a chubby figure and a lewd smile that he often wore.

I remember he took me to buy porn for the first time. Back then, in the stairwells of various digital malls, there were people selling all sorts of porn DVDs. He went up to the seller and asked me to pick from a stack. I was nervous, so I just grabbed a few, paid, and dragged him away.

Later, when I got home and opened the DVDs, I found they were all mature-woman Japanese AVs.

Back then, I was quite interested in young girls, so I hid those DVDs under my bed until my mom found them.

Junior high school life was relatively relaxed on weekends, aside from studying during the week.

Cell phones became popular around that time, and it was also then that I started reading erotic novels and stories about incest between mothers and sons.

Actually, I was quite disgusted when I first came across incestuous relationships between mothers and sons. I thought, how could a mother be with her son? I never had any desire to have sex with my own mother. But as time went on, after reading more and more novels like this, and spending every day with my mother, inappropriate thoughts slowly began to arise.

Although I can't remember exactly when it started, it was probably between the second and third years of junior high school. I started to have fantasies about my mother, began to observe her every move, began to consciously get closer to her, and began to treat her as a woman.

I remember it was a Friday afternoon when I got home from school and found the house very noisy. When I entered, I heard my mother shouting that she wanted a divorce, and my father and another woman were sitting on the edge of the bed in the bedroom.

My dad was only wearing underwear, and the woman was wrapped in a blanket, probably without anything underneath.

My mom later told me that she actually caught them in bed together that time; she had only suspected it before. She had gone to her hometown for a few days, and I wasn't home during the day, so she caught them red-handed when she came home early. To me now, it seems like a pretty melodramatic plot.

As soon as my mom saw me, she pulled me towards the door, telling my dad to prepare an agreement.

Looking back now, I was quite angry with my dad at the time, feeling that he had wronged my mom. But thinking about it later, in a way, I should be grateful for this incident. If it weren't for this, my relationship with my mom wouldn't have undergone such a subtle change. It was precisely because of this incident that my mom and I gradually developed a bond that went beyond that of a typical mother and son.

The night my mom took me away, we checked into a hotel near our home. I still remember the price: 498 yuan.

It was already evening when we checked in. As soon as my mom entered the room, she sat on the edge of the bed, hugged me, and cried, telling me about her troubles and how my dad had wronged her in the past.

At first, I comforted her, but then I started to feel something different on my arm.

Because she was crying so hard, her breasts were pressed against my arm, rubbing and shaking. Later, as she cried harder, she half-embraced me, and a few times her breasts rubbed directly against my chest, making me instantly distracted.

This was probably the first time I'd hugged my mom so closely since I started having feelings for her. My mind was instantly filled with all sorts of thoughts, and my arms tightened around her, almost unconsciously.

After things calmed down a bit, my mom asked me to go out and buy some food. I initially thought some instant noodles would be fine, but in the end, worried that the two of us wouldn't have enough, I bought a KFC family bucket.

When I got to the room, I heard the sound of running water as soon as I entered. I guessed my mom was taking a shower. After all, she'd just come from our hometown and a lot had happened; a shower would help her relax. Actually, my mom is quite a clean freak in general.

I was about to close the bedroom door, intending to call her from the bathroom door to hurry up and finish washing up and have dinner, when what I saw next completely aroused me. The bathroom door wasn't closed at all, and the shower curtain wasn't drawn either. My mother was standing in the shower, washing her pale body. First, she used foam to lather and knead her breasts, then she slightly raised her buttocks to wash her backside.

Watching my mother's hand reach towards her butt crack, that posture instantly made me hard. My mother seemed to suddenly realize something, and when she turned around and saw me standing there staring at her, she was also stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded me, saying, "What are you looking at? Didn't you see this when you were little?"

In my daze, I blurted out, "I haven't looked at it this closely in a long time." My mom's face immediately turned red, probably from the heat.

We were both silent for a few seconds before I snapped out of it and quickly said that the food was ready. I hurriedly sat down on the bed, my heart pounding.

A little while later, my mom came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white towel, and sat down to eat without saying a word to me.

We ate our KFC together, as if in unspoken agreement, until I finished and went to throw out the trash. When I came back, she was already in bed wrapped in a blanket, only saying, "Go take a shower and go to sleep," and then she didn't say another word.

I grunted and went into the bathroom. Standing where my mom had just been standing, I recalled the scene and fantasized about hugging and kissing her, caressing her until I entered her body. For the first time, I fantasized about my mom masturbating.

When I came out, I saw that she was probably asleep, so I lay down on another bed and slowly drifted off to sleep, savoring the scene from before.

(3) After that night, everything seemed to return to normal.

I went to my classes on time every day, and my mom would prepare the food and wait for me to eat in the evening. My dad would also come home on time. Apart from being a little quieter at the dinner table than before, everything else was not as intense as I had imagined.

Oh, and there was one obvious change. After that night, my dad and mom started sleeping in separate beds, and I was lucky enough to start sleeping in the same bed with my mom again.

I remember that night after dinner, my mom was clearing the dishes when she said to me in front of my dad, "Your dad's been busy lately, he has to work overtime, and he's worried about disturbing my sleep, so he'll rest in his study. Don't disturb him at night, and come sleep with me."

To be honest, I was a little excited when I heard that, fantasizing that it would unfold like a novel plot, with all sorts of flirting and caresses leading to the pinnacle of life.

However, ideals are often grand, but reality is harsh. After sleeping with my mom for over half a year, nothing noteworthy happened.

When I started sleeping at night, I would fantasize as soon as I lay down next to my mom, and I would get an erection. Although I would occasionally touch her legs and hands, I didn't dare to make any sudden moves (don't call me cowardly; I think very few people in reality would actually dare to make a move like that).

In addition, she would talk to me about my studies during that period, and I would always fall asleep while talking. So that period was the most uneventful time of my adolescence. I didn't think about anything else except studying.

After the high school entrance exam, my leisurely days began again. I basically ate and slept every day. During that time, I felt that my academic performance was pretty good, and I did very well in the high school entrance exam. Naturally, I was admitted to a key high school in the city and was even invited to participate in an interview for a high school in Singapore. My mom kept talking about me during that period.

At home, because it was summer, my mom dressed very lightly, basically just a short skirt or shorts with a very thin top.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, when my dad was home, my mom would bundle herself up tightly, preferring to wear long sleeves and pants even with the air conditioning on. But whenever my dad wasn't home, my mom would let loose, wearing whatever was thin, often without anything underneath, especially after doing housework, when sweat would often outline her figure.

It was during that time that my mom accidentally discovered the adult videos.

I remember it was one morning when my mom suddenly woke me up from my bed. In my groggy state, my mom looked at me for a long time, then hesitantly asked, "Are you a mother-fixator?" I woke up instantly, honestly, I was really jolted awake that day, and my first instinct was to deny it, saying, "How could that be?"

Then my mom put my notebook in front of me and asked, "Then why are you watching these things?" My eyes glanced at the computer screen, and I instantly felt embarrassed. What my mom had opened were all the AV videos I had downloaded using KuaiBo (you know what I mean). I hadn't even changed the names of those videos; they were either about mother-son incest, mother-son intercourse, or even stepmother gang rape.

I remember sitting on the bed, embarrassed and speechless. My mom looked at me for a long time, then slowly said, "Watch less of these unhealthy things in the future," and rushed out to make dinner.

For the next two days, there was a noticeable awkwardness between us. Occasionally, we would make eye contact, but then our eyes would immediately look away. It wasn't until my dad went on a business trip that we gradually returned to normal.

However, after that incident, I gradually noticed a change in my mother. First, she seemed to stop being so guarded around me, or rather, she seemed to be deliberately trying to let me see certain things in front of me.

For example, she used to close the door when she went to the toilet or shower (although I could still peek through the lock), but after that period, she basically didn't close the door when she went to the toilet.

I could often see her going to the toilet or showering. At first, I was the one who felt embarrassed. When I got up in the morning to wash up, my mother would often be sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, and as soon as I entered the bathroom, I could see the dark forest between her legs. I would immediately turn around and leave in embarrassment, but my mother would say, "Why are you leaving? Brush your teeth. I'm not bothering you."

When I was brushing my teeth, I could see half of my mother's buttocks through the mirror. They were snow-white under the incandescent light. This made my mother feel no embarrassment when she took a shower at night. Occasionally, she would call me in to wash up and prepare for bed while she was showering. At that time, the bathroom in our house only had a transparent glass partition, so you could see the person showering clearly from inside the toilet.

Of course, given my feelings at the time, I wouldn't have been so insistent on refusing, so I saw everything I wanted to see. My mother didn't seem to mind at all. Occasionally, when I needed to use the restroom at night, she would come in to shower, taking off her clothes through the glass, showering, and then putting on her pajamas, acting like I was "one of her own."

This gradually developed into a "good habit" of mine at home: washing my face, brushing my teeth, or using the toilet while my mother showered.

[To be continued] Main text [Recalling my ambiguous relationship with my mother] (04-05) [For more novels, please go to *** to read (remove the asterisks)] Send an email to diyanhu@qq.com to get the first place... Author: sexindafa Word count: 3 (4) Of course, given my feelings at the time, I wouldn't have been so insistent on refusing, so I saw everything I wanted to see. My mother didn't care at all. Occasionally, when I needed to use the restroom at night, she would come in to take a shower, take off her clothes through the glass, shower, and then put on her

pajamas. She acted as if I treated her as "one of my own." This gradually developed into a "good habit" of mine at home: washing my face, brushing my teeth, or going to the toilet while my mother was showering.

After my mother started to let her guard down, our relationship didn't quickly turn from mother and son to friends with benefits, as many people might think or as depicted in novels.

Every day at home, it seemed that we both maintained a certain tacit understanding, and neither of us would mention any topics that went beyond the mother-son relationship.

However, I could basically come and go as I pleased during the day and night when showering and using the toilet, as long as my dad wasn't home. We slept in the same bed at night, but there was nothing inappropriate; at most, we would hold hands while sleeping.

Of course, I would fantasize about various scenarios every day, and I would often masturbate while showering at night, thinking about various novel plots.

I don't know if it was because I was tempted too much at home every day, or because I wanted women too much, but not long after, I started dating a girl in my high school class.

Speaking of this early romance, it can be considered a beautiful memory in my life.

I'll call my first girlfriend C here.

According to C, she had a crush on me a few days after entering school, and then, near the end of the semester, she didn't have any particular impulse, but maybe because she wanted to experience the feeling of a woman too much, or perhaps she wanted to divert my attention from my mom (this is a bit beastly), she agreed.

I remember that the final exams ended quickly and the holidays started. I went to C's house almost every day, and naturally, things happened. I experienced the pleasures of being a woman for the first time.

C was considered slightly chubby by my standards at the time, but she had a large bust, a C cup back then. Years later, when I saw C again, I heard she had become a legendary F cup.

I told her I was going to play games with my friends, and she didn't pay much attention to me then.

After school started, I continued my relationship with C until we chose to study science or humanities in high school.

As everyone probably knows, after the division into arts and sciences tracks, many of my old friends were no longer in the same class. C and I were also in different classes, and we rarely saw each other. My grades weren't very good after the division, and my parents discussed sending me abroad to study. Later, in the second semester of my junior year, I broke up with C, and I was heartbroken for a while.

After my family decided to send me abroad for university, I naturally transferred to an international school.

Aside from memorizing vocabulary and studying for the TOEFL, I was pretty free every day.

As many of you guys know, after experiencing the pleasures of a woman, teenage boys generally have a very high sex drive and seem to be thinking about sex all the time.

But my girlfriend and I had also broken up, and I didn't want to be a monk constantly masturbating, so I came up with a method that everyone has thought of: going to a prostitute.

I wonder how many guys have used QQ (a Chinese social networking site) for in-home services. I started out using one, and the price wasn't expensive back then, just a few yuan per session.

So, it just so happened that I got that service. I'd go to nightclubs with friends on weekend nights, and we even became friends after a short time.

Of course, I took all the precautions; I always brought two condoms, and I'd shower immediately afterward. I was lucky not to get any diseases. Thinking back on it now, it's scary. I was too reckless back then; you could say it was youthful impetuosity.

However, as the saying goes, if you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your feet wet. Two or three months later, on a Friday, I was having a great time at home when my mom caught me red-handed... (5) Last time I talked about being caught by my mom while playing with prostitutes at home, the story goes like this... As usual, on a Friday afternoon, I met up with a prostitute I had been in contact with for a while. Let's call her Sister A here. Sister A was actually one of my long-term sex partners at the time. She was 32 years old and had an above-average appearance.

In terms of figure, she was the opposite of my mom. She was voluptuous with 34E breasts. If you particularly like big breasts and big butts, you would definitely be fascinated by her. I often

hung out with her during that period.

That afternoon, she arrived at my house as promised. As usual, we first took a bath together in the washtub in the bathroom (my mother's bathroom).

I personally prefer having sex in the bathtub; the pleasure is more intense with the ups and downs of the water. Also, and importantly, soaking in hot water reduces the risk of STIs; many germs are instantly killed by hot water (like HIV).

My friend and I were soaking together in the tub, slowly caressing each other, rubbing her large breasts.

Suddenly, my gaze fell on a pair of my mother's underwear that she had changed out of. I don't know if it was a sudden inspiration or a vivid fantasy, but I had my friend put on my mother's underwear.

I remember when I told her my thoughts, she was taken aback and asked whose underwear it was.

I couldn't just say it was my mom's, so I said a friend had been staying at my house for a few days, and this was her underwear, which she had changed out of, and that I had feelings for her, and after much persuasion, she reluctantly agreed.

I still remember what those underwear looked like; it was purple with lace trim and had a slightly see-through feel.

I haven't talked about my mom's underwear with you guys before. Basically, starting from when I was in high school, after my mom and dad's relationship cooled, she gradually changed all her underwear to various kinds of lace. This process was rather slow, lasting about a year or two, and you could hardly find any cotton underwear in her closet anymore.

At the time, I suspected she might be having an affair, but I couldn't find any evidence, whether from her phone or her being at home. Plus, my mom looked really alluring in lace, which satisfied my fantasies, so I eventually got used to it. Getting back

to the previous topic, because Sister A's buttocks are much bigger than my mom's, the purple lace looked tight on her, and the red marks from the straps added to the visual impact.

So I eagerly let her give me oral sex, and while I kept touching her underwear, I closed my eyes and started fantasizing that the person giving me oral sex was my mom. The thrill was incredible; I still remember that feeling vividly.

But as the saying goes, pride comes before a fall. Before I'd enjoyed it much, the door was suddenly opened, and my mom walked right in. Then all three of us froze.

The embarrassment felt no different than being caught in the act.

Looking back, the reason I didn't hear my mom open the door was probably because the waves in the bathtub were so loud that I didn't even hear her.

Later, my mother recalled that it was the first time she had seen my erect penis directly, covered in someone else's saliva, and with the steam from the bathroom, it was incredibly lewd.

Before, she'd only seen my genitals when we showered together or during my morning erection, but never as directly or clearly as that afternoon.

The three of us were stunned for at least half a minute before we pulled Sister A out of the sink. It was the first time I'd seen my mother so angry. We told her to put on her clothes and leave immediately.

Sister A didn't say anything; she first took off her underwear, then quickly changed into her clothes and left.

My mother stared blankly at Sister A's underwear, which she'd thrown on the toilet.

(My story with Sister A continues a few years later, which will be mentioned in later updates.) Then, only my mom and I were left in the bathroom. I was completely out of it. My mom just stared at me, and I felt guilty and didn't know where to look, so I just stared at the toilet. After about a few minutes, my mom said, "Get dressed and come out with me," and then she left.

I didn't think about anything at the time, and I didn't know what to think. I got out of the bathtub, got dressed, and then my mom took me straight to the hospital for a full-body checkup, especially for STDs, which my mom ticked off.

I was on the verge of tears, being taken by my own mother to get tested for STDs—I guess not many people get this treatment.

Although, thankfully, the final result was negative; I didn't have any diseases.

But the privilege of sleeping with my mother on dinner nights was also taken away, and I went back to my own room. My dad later asked me if I had upset my mother again, and I couldn't tell the truth, so I just brushed it off.

Then

, in February of that year, my mother took me to Hong Kong to take the SAT.

Those who know should have heard that there are no test centers for the American college entrance exam in mainland China, so you have to go abroad to take it. That's when the interesting things really started to unfold.

[To be continued] Main text [Recalling my ambiguous relationship with my mother] (06-07) [For more novels, please go to *** to read (remove the asterisks)] Send an email to diyanhu@qq.com to get the first place... Author: sexindafa Word count: 345 (6) Actually, according to the original plan, I should have gone to South Korea or Thailand to take the exam, but because there were no exam slots, I ended up having to take the exam in Hong Kong.

I remember that when my mother and I arrived in Hong Kong, we didn't even put down our luggage before we went to look at the exam venue. We circled around the venue before taking a taxi to find a hotel.

By the time we got to the hotel, we were exhausted. It was Christmas time, so when we checked in, we found out that there was only one double room left. My mother glanced at me and told the front desk that since we were mother and son, a double room was fine. We didn't have the energy to go and find another hotel.

Upon hearing the news, I outwardly appeared calm, but inwardly I was pounding with excitement. After all, I'd been holding back for a month, unable to even find a chance to masturbate (as mentioned before, my mom caught me visiting a prostitute, and naturally, she'd been keeping a close eye on me ever since. My mom was basically always at home, and with exams coming up, she was constantly studying, so she didn't have much time for anything else). Now, it seemed like I had a chance to get some perks, so naturally, I was thrilled.

After getting the room key and going upstairs, I discovered the room was pitifully small. Anyone who's been to Hong Kong knows that most apartments are quite small, except for the super-rich.

It was my first time in Hong Kong, and the rooms felt much smaller than those in mainland China.

However, despite the small size, the layout immediately caught my eye. The bathroom was open-plan, separated only by a large glass partition; sitting on the bed, you could see directly into the shower or toilet area.

I was thinking that my mom might want to change hotels because of how I looked, since our relationship had been rather strained lately, and she was very cold towards me.

Surprisingly, she only glanced at me twice before telling me to take the luggage from the cart into the room, without any apparent concern.

After the luggage was in the room, my mom and I went out for dinner. Dinner was uneventful; since the exam was the next day, we went straight to the hotel after dinner.

When we got to the room, my mom asked if I wanted to take a shower. I said I wanted to rest for a bit and then look at some questions. She said okay, she'd shower first, and then went into the bathroom.

I sat at the coffee table by the bed, idly flipping through the printed materials in my hand, but my eyes kept glancing at the scene in the bathroom.

My mom first turned on the shower and started washing her face and brushing her teeth at the sink. After that, she immediately started taking off her clothes.

I guessed that she turned on the water first to use the steam to block some of the view (her habit at home is usually to turn on the water after washing her face and before taking a shower). However, she was probably aware that I was outside and could probably see her showering clearly, regardless of the steam. Plus, she hadn't really been shy about me showering and undressing at home before, so that day in the hotel, she just showered through the glass.

You guys can probably understand what it feels like for a 7 or 8-year-old boy to have been holding back for a month and then see a woman undressing in front of him, plus the thrill of voyeurism.

My mother took off her clothes one by one, and that long-lost feeling of carnal desire resurfaced in my mind.

Especially with the warm light shining in the bathroom, the skin color was even more clearly visible.

Slightly sagging breasts, slightly upturned nipples, my mother's areolas were relatively small, but the nipples were very firm, along with her snow-white buttocks and alluring waist, she had the look of an AV actress.

Watching my mother's movements while showering, and the way she rinsed her buttocks with the tap (my mother has a habit of rinsing her buttocks when showering, and she also made me rinse mine, saying it could prevent hemorrhoids in the future), my lower body became erect again, and my hands unconsciously touched themselves, while my mind wandered to various scenarios.

This time, my mom showered quickly, probably in about five minutes, and she was out dressed in her pajamas.

After she came out, she told me to hurry up and shower too, and then we could study slowly.

When my mom came out, I was still hard; my jeans felt bulging. I quickly went into the bathroom.

Once inside, I realized that if I could see my mom, she could see me too. I felt instantly embarrassed because I was so hard, but then I felt a surge of excitement—the thrill of exposing myself to my mom, perhaps a kind of test.

Just then, my mom called from outside, "Why aren't you showering yet? What are you standing there for?"

Those sounds instantly pulled me back to reality. I started brushing my teeth and washing my face, and my erection softened a bit.

After washing up, I started taking off my clothes. I didn't have the courage to deliberately expose myself while undressing in front of the glass, so I stood sideways, facing the sink.

As I took off my shirt and started taking off my pants, I saw out of the corner of my eye that my mother was also looking in this direction through the glass. This was absolutely real. I can't describe the feeling at that moment; it was a mix of excitement and nervousness.

When I took off my underwear, my penis wasn't fully erect, but it was still firm and of the right length for a hard erection. Then I started showering. At first, I was facing away from my mom because the shower gel and shampoo were in a hanging basket in the corner, so I would turn around to get them. Every time I turned around, I noticed my mom's eyes were constantly glancing in my direction, even though she was pretending to be applying lotion to her feet and hands.

I guess I got a little carried away and started applying the shower gel and masturbating.

Looking back, it was indeed a rare moment of boldness on my part. While rubbing my genitals, I glanced at my mother out of the corner of my eye. It was already foggy, so I couldn't see her expression clearly, but her hands stopped rubbing her body, and her head was facing the glass, motionless. I became even more certain that she was watching me take a shower and was watching me masturbate. Then I started to imagine various novels and scenes I had previously fantasized about. Soon, in this extremely stimulating state, I ejaculated.

(7) After ejaculating, I washed my lower body with shower gel as if nothing had happened, especially my foreskin and penis. Then I slowly walked out of the bathroom, put on my underwear, wrapped myself in a towel, and felt unusually comfortable. I also shaved.

When I came out, I found that my mom wasn't sitting on the edge of the bed like she had been in the bathroom. She was already under the covers, the TV was off, and she was lying on her side. I went to the bedside, and she just said softly, "Go to bed and rest after you've finished studying. You have an exam tomorrow."

Then she closed her eyes.

Hearing this, I went to the bedside, dimmed the light, and then lifted a corner of the covers and got into bed.

This was the first time we had slept in the same bed since my mom caught me playing with a prostitute.

Because my mom was lying on her side, when I lifted the blanket, I could see half of her buttocks exposed. They were very white, and she was wearing purple lace panties that looked somewhat see-through. Although I had just ejaculated, the urge in my mind hadn't completely dissipated, and seeing this scene made me a little aroused again.

However, I couldn't keep staring, so after a few seconds, I naturally pulled the blanket back up and lay in bed, letting my mind wander.

Perhaps because my mom hadn't stopped me from masturbating through the glass earlier, I became bolder. A few minutes later, I turned off the light and, for the first time ever, turned over and hugged my mom's waist.

When I touched her body, I clearly felt her tremble slightly. She asked why I was hugging her, and I said that lying flat was uncomfortable, I hadn't slept with her in a long time, and it was so cold outside, hugging her would keep me warm (the air conditioning was on high in the room, so it was quite warm).

Then my mom said "oh," and told me to go to sleep quickly, not to overthink, and to do well on my exam the next day.

At the time, I was actually quite guilty, afraid that my mom would scold me, so I didn't think much

of it. Later, I wondered what my mom meant when she said "don't overthink"? Was it to not have any impure thoughts? Or was it to not overthink because of the exam? Anyway, I slowly fell asleep, immersed in the excitement of hugging my mom.

Some friends might ask, "According to the usual routine, shouldn't you be pressing your penis against your mom's buttocks, slowly touching and teasing her, and then... well, that'll happen."

Honestly, that only happens in novels. The person actually in your bed is your mom. Even if you're a mother-obsessed monster, every move you make will be nerve-wracking. It's not like a normal person hugging a beautiful woman, carefree and teasing her however they want. It's abnormal not to have sex a few times after getting into bed.

Anyway, that night I just hugged her like that until I fell asleep. There was no other activity; my hands were on her waist the whole time. My penis was also a distance away from hers, not directly touching her.

The next morning, my mom woke me up.

As soon as I woke up, I saw her bending over, putting on her pants. She was still wearing those purple lace panties, but they were even clearer than last night; her buttocks looked rounder.

After my mom finished dressing, she turned around and saw me still lying in bed, lost in thought, so she urged me to get up quickly.

I hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously lifted the covers to go to the bathroom to pee. As soon as I lifted the covers, my mom's gaze suddenly froze. I subconsciously looked down and realized that the combined effect of morning erection and needing to pee was quite significant; her white panties were bulging like a small mountain. I quickly covered my genitals and went to the bathroom, while my mom awkwardly turned her head away.

Although the whole thing only lasted a few seconds, I'm pretty sure my mom was staring blankly at my crotch for those few seconds.

After that little incident in the morning, I went straight to the exam hall to prepare.

It was drizzling that day, but I did pretty well overall. After the exam, I felt like everything was going well. My mom was happy to hear about it, and we started planning our next few days of sightseeing in Hong Kong together on the subway.

[To be continued]

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