Mom's Reward

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Looking back on my
three years of high school, there were many hardships, but also many joys, all of which came from my mother because she loves me so much.

My mother gave birth to me when she was 25, and now she's almost 50. Time has left its mark, but she's better maintained than most women in their 40s. She's a little plump, her breasts are a bit saggy, and her belly protrudes slightly, but her skin is great, and she has few wrinkles. At least in my eyes, she's the most beautiful mother in the world.

Our family has a very good relationship; my parents are very harmonious, but I always feel that my mother is especially good to me, probably because I'm her own flesh and blood, so naturally, I feel closer to her.

Since I started high school, the schoolwork has been very demanding, and the pressure has been immense. I often go to bed very late, and my mother always makes me drink a glass of warm milk before bed, saying it helps me sleep.

But I have a better method: masturbating before bed. Every time I ejaculate, I feel very tired, so I can fall asleep quickly and sleep very soundly. As for the objects of my masturbation, they are mostly celebrities, like Kelly Chen, Twins, or others. But one night, I dreamt of making love with my mother and even had a nocturnal emission. From then on, my mother became my masturbation rival; none of those so-called celebrities could compare to my dearest mother. Lost

in fantasies about my mother, my first year of high school passed quickly. In my second year, I was placed in the humanities class. The girls in my class were always chattering, which gave me a deeper appreciation for my mother's mature beauty. My masturbation became even more frequent. Because my mind was constantly preoccupied with my mother's body, my grades plummeted. The teacher invited my father to the school, hoping the parents would cooperate to find the reason for my declining grades, since I had a good chance of getting into a top university. After my father came back, he discussed it with my mother and didn't say anything to me, only telling me to focus on my studies. I think they had no idea what I was doing, but I deeply felt their concern and love. Especially my mother; I saw nothing but love in her eyes.

From then on, I tried hard to study, but I couldn't break the habit of masturbating at night because I loved my mother too much.

One evening during the second semester of my junior year of high school, my dad was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room. My mom was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't resist taking out my mom's picture and masturbating. I had taken the picture of her at home not long ago. My mom was smiling in the picture, and I was looking at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moving rapidly inside my pants. Just then, my mom pushed the door open and came in. My desk was facing away from the door, so I didn't notice. I continued. But when I heard that familiar voice say in surprise, "What are you doing?" I had already ejaculated, panting. I turned around and saw my mom's surprised and slightly angry look. I was so scared that I didn't know what to say. Of course, my mom knew what I was doing, but when she saw her picture on the table, her face turned red, all the way to her ears. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she said, "Go and clean yourself up." I practically ran to the bathroom, took out my penis, and wiped it clean, but I hadn't brought my underwear with me, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear as well.

When I got back to my room, Mom was sitting on my bed. Seeing me come in, she beckoned me to sit next to her and gently asked, "Do you often do this?" I said, "Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?" Mom smiled and said, "How could I be? Mom knows you're growing up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent; it'll hurt your health." Seeing that Mom wasn't angry, my heart immediately relaxed. Mom asked again, "Why are you taking Mom's picture?" I answered shyly, "I love Mom so much, so I think about you all the time." "Silly child, what are you thinking? I'm your mother. Besides, doing this all the time will affect your studies. Don't do it again, understand?" "Okay, I understand." Then, Mom said those words that I still remember vividly: "My dear child, you must study hard; Mom is counting on you. As long as you study hard, if you have any difficulties… Mom will help you solve them." Looking into Mom's eyes, I immediately understood what she meant. I said, "Mom, don't worry, I will listen to you. Just wait for my good news." From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating. I just looked at my mother's photo every night. Hard work pays off; at the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade, even surprising my teacher with my progress. My whole family was overjoyed. My father specially allowed me to drink, but he got drunk even before I did.

My mother and I helped him to the bedroom to lie down, and he kept saying, "Good son, well done!" My mother and I went back to the dinner table, and I asked, "Mom, is Dad alright?" He always thought he was still young, but he couldn't even outdrink his son. Actually, I was a little tipsy myself, and without thinking, I asked, "Mom, I did well on the test this time, what's your reward?" My mother understood what I meant. She gave me a sidelong glance and said, "Go to your room." I suppressed my wildly beating heart and went back to my room. My mother followed me in and locked the door. She came to my side, had me lie down, and then gently pulled down my pants. My penis, already erect, was now free of the pants and stood tall and straight. My mother looked at me for a while and said, "My son has really grown up. Close your eyes." I immediately obediently closed my eyes, feeling my mother's hand touching my penis; it felt so soft and comfortable. Next, my mother began to slowly masturbate me. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it felt much better than when I did it myself. I started to moan, secretly opening my eyes to look at my mother. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at me lovingly. The thought of my mother masturbating me filled me with excitement. I ejaculated quickly, and because I wasn't prepared, I ejaculated everywhere. I looked at my mother somewhat embarrassed, and she scolded me, "You're still a child." Then she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat. She helped me put my pants back on and asked, "Was it comfortable?" "It felt so good, Mom! Will you help me again?" "As long as you study hard and make your mother proud, how could your good son not want to be comfortable?" She quickly kissed me on the cheek and left. I lay there, feeling completely relaxed and not wanting to move, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Dad said while eating breakfast, "You did well on your exams this time. Since it's summer vacation anyway, let your mother take a few days off to take you on a trip. Next semester you'll be a senior in high school, and you won't have time to rest." I glanced at Mom happily. She was looking at me too, and her face flushed; she immediately turned away. I think she and I must have both thought about what happened last night, and we were going on a trip together for several days!

We went to Qingdao, not with a tour group, but to make our own arrangements, which would be more flexible. After getting off the plane, we checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, near the sea, in a beautiful setting. Since it was just the two of us, we only booked one standard room. We could see the sea from the window. It was my first time at the seaside, and I was so excited that I didn't notice the slight sadness in my mother's expression. But by dinner time, I noticed something was wrong. I asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, maybe I'm just tired from the flight." Although Mom said that, I knew it wasn't because of that. I realized my selfish behavior; how could I only think of my own happiness and forget about Mom?

I decided to correct my mistake with my actions. I chatted with Mom, cracking jokes and constantly putting her favorite dishes on her plate. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally happy too.

After dinner, back in the room, Mom said she was going to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. When she finished showering, she came out and saw that the two single beds that were originally separate had been moved together, like a double bed. She asked me in surprise why, and I said, "I haven't slept with Mom for many years. I want to sleep with Mom tonight." Mom laughed and said, "You're still so young! You're so big and you still want to sleep with Mom? Aren't you ashamed?" "Not ashamed at all! I'll always be Mom's little child. Children should sleep with their mothers!" Okay then, but don't move around or have any bad thoughts. Yes, I promise!

After saying that, I ran to take a shower and crawled into bed wearing only my underwear. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had the air conditioning on, so I needed a thin blanket.

As soon as I lay down, I smelled my mother's fragrance. It wasn't the scent of soap, but a unique aroma I couldn't describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to her. She was wearing a one-piece nightgown, made of silk, which felt very comfortable against her skin. But I wanted to be even closer to her skin; that would feel even better. I whispered, "Mom, can I hug you?" My mother was lying with her back to me. After a few seconds, she said, "Okay." I tentatively placed my left hand on her waist. It was so soft there. Although it didn't have the curves of a young girl, the fullness felt wonderful. After a while, seeing that she didn't object, I moved my hand towards her lower abdomen. There was even more flesh there, and I could feel a warmth even through the nightgown. As I was touching her, she pressed my hand down, saying, "Just leave it there. Don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis against her buttocks. My mother's buttocks were so full. I shifted my body so my penis was pressed against her butt crack, because that felt the best.

I felt my mother's body trembling. I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" "A little. Just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" My right hand was uncomfortable under her body, so I simply reached under her neck and hugged her. My mother seemed to groan slightly, but didn't say anything. I hugged my mother tightly, my penis pressed against her, enjoying it. My mother gradually stopped trembling, and her body slowly softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly. Perhaps because she was too tired from the flight, we fell asleep like that, hugging each other.

The next morning, I woke up early because I needed to pee. When I opened my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my mother curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right arm around my waist. This excited me so much. Watching my mother sleep, her mature charm combined with a touch of girlish beauty deeply moved me, making my penis swell like iron.

Afraid of waking her, yet driven by an irresistible urge, I gently moved my body, bringing my lips closer to hers. When I was only about two centimeters away, she suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds. Then she laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to ambush your mother?" I smiled sheepishly, but persisted, pleading, "Mom, just one kiss, just one." She looked at me intently for a moment, then closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit consent, so I imitated the kissing techniques I'd seen on TV, slowly bringing my lips closer and gently kissing her full lips. I kissed her lips like that, not knowing what a real kiss was like, just imitating, so besides the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't find anything particularly special. Just then, Mom's mouth gently opened, and I mischievously slipped my tongue inside, wanting to startle her. But once inside, I knew how good it was. Mom's mouth was wet and slippery, and when my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock traveled from the tip. Naturally, I wasn't going to let such pleasure pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. Mom tried to pull away at first, but there was nowhere to hide; my tongue tightly wrapped around hers, sucking on it.

For a long, long time, Mom pushed me away, panting heavily, and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" Having tasted the sweetness, I pleaded, "Mom, again! It's my first kiss, you have to let me enjoy it!" Mom murmured, "First time, first kiss, first time." I kissed her again. This time, I improved; I sucked Mom's fragrant tongue into my mouth, slowly savoring it. Mom was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss.

After kissing for what seemed like forever, my tongue grew numb, so I pulled away. Mom must have been exhausted, as she was breathing softly beside me. A moment later, Mom sat up and said, "You little rascal, you've worn me out! Your dad never kisses me for this long." I laughed and said, "Dad gets to kiss me every day, but this is a rare opportunity for me!" Mom smiled and got up to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still lying in bed and said, "Get up, my lazy son." "No, I want Mom to pull me up," I said coquettishly. Mom reluctantly bent down to pull me up, and just then, I saw Mom's breasts through the neckline of her nightgown. I froze. They were so big, so white, and it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra… Mom noticed my strange expression, hesitated for a moment, then immediately realized what was wrong and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. I murmured to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely." I

sat up, put my arm around Mom's shoulder, and said, "Mom, I want… I want to see." "No, we're mother and son, this won't do." "Then why did Mom help me that time?" "That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already gone wrong, we can't continue down that path." "Mom's breasts were for me to nurse, I even suckled on them when I was little." "Besides, look at me..." I turned Mom around, letting her see my erect penis.

Mom looked at my lower body, silent for a long time. I stared at her, pleading, "Mom, please, please." I saw Mom biting her lip, nodding slightly, then shaking her head. I couldn't bear this situation any longer. I don't know where the courage came from, but I reached out and touched the shoulder strap of Mom's pajamas. Just as I pulled the right strap from her shoulder to her upper arm, Mom grabbed my hand and said, "Idiot, this won't do." Then she got up and went to the bathroom. I was utterly disappointed and collapsed onto the bed. But Mom quickly came out, her pajamas already off, which she held to her chest. I was incredibly excited and moved. So that's what Mom meant when she said it wouldn't work that way; I was so stupid.

Mom came over and sat on the edge of the bed, not saying a word, just looking at me. I was incredibly nervous, my hands trembling as I reached out. As I touched the pajamas and also Mom's chest, I saw her eyes close. Her hand tightened only for a moment, and the pajamas were pulled down.

At that moment, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life: a pair of full breasts, round and firm, slightly sagging but still throbbing. The brown areolas accentuated the round, lustrous nipples. Although I had never seen other women's breasts, I was certain these were the most beautiful in the world. Mom's hands seemed to have nowhere to go; she tried to cover her chest, but couldn't hide this beautiful sight. Her shy expression was absolutely captivating.

It took me a long time to finally look away from those bulges. My mother was wearing white underwear, probably cotton, a very ordinary style, similar to my boxer shorts. The rest of her body was completely naked, her snow-white skin dazzlingly white. Because we were so close, I could almost see the pores on her skin. I looked at every part of my mother's body—breasts, shoulders, abdomen, thighs—it was overwhelming. I felt she had the most beautiful body in the world; I couldn't find any other words to describe it.

My mother, seeing my stunned expression, said coquettishly (to me, it sounded like coquettishness): "Haven't you seen enough?" Not enough, not enough, I can never get enough of her beauty. You're such a smooth talker. I looked up at my mother; she seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes darting away, looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect penis and asked with concern: "Is it uncomfortable?" I cried out from the bottom of my heart: "Yes!" My mother said lovingly: "Poor thing." I hurriedly asked, "Mom, can you do it like last time?" Mom looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you'd take advantage of me. Let me get dressed." I wasn't about to let her go; I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my penis. She tried to struggle, but I held on, and she gave up after a while. She carefully helped me pull down my underwear, placing her hand on my burning hot penis. She seemed surprised by how hot it was, and pulled her hand back slightly, but immediately grabbed it again. A gentle stroking sent me soaring to the heavens. I couldn't resist pulling Mom closer, putting my arm around her shoulders, and kissing her. Mom had just said, "Don't touch me like that," when her beautiful red lips were sealed by mine.

Because I was lying down, and Mom's left hand was masturbating me, she was practically on top of me when we kissed. I pulled her close, and finally, her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I almost suffocated; a softness I had never felt before spread rapidly from my chest throughout my body. I simply pulled my mother into a tight embrace, pressing her against me so that her chest was fully exposed.

I was sucking on my mother's fragrant tongue, her full breasts pressed against my skin, the sensation so vivid I could feel her nipples pressing against me, and her small hands stroking my lower body. This triple stimulation was driving me wild. Soon, I reached my climax. Perhaps knowing from my previous experience, my mother struggled to free herself from my mouth, grabbing a piece of cloth and placing it on my penis, her hands continuing to stroke me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of fluid gushed out.

When I recovered from the intense stimulation of ejaculation, I saw my mother looking at me with that loving gaze again, but it seemed different than before. The love had changed, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Looking closer, I realized that the cloth-like thing was actually my mother's pajamas. They were covered in thick semen, emitting a strong odor, and there was also a considerable amount on my mother's hands.

Seeing that I was awake, Mom laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, making my pajamas so messy..." I said apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry, let me wash them for you." "Who said you had to wash them?" Looking at the way Mom spoke, I felt it was the same way she often talked to Dad, a kind of flirtatious air. Could it be...?

Mom went into the bathroom and put on some clothes—not the pajamas, of course, but something else. When she came out and saw me still lying naked on the bed, she quickly avoided my gaze and said, "My little darling, aren't you going to put on some clothes?" Seeing her shyness, I didn't want to make her feel awkward any further. I quickly got dressed and asked, "Mom, where are we going to play today?" Mom thought for a moment and said, "Let's go shopping in the morning and go swimming at the beach in the afternoon, okay?" Yay!

Mom and I went to the Qingdao People's Department Store. Because Mom didn't bring a swimsuit, she wanted to buy one. I said I'd buy a bikini, but Mom disagreed, saying, "At your age, why wear a bikini? It's too embarrassing." I said that with such a great figure, it would be a shame if Mom didn't wear a bikini. As I said this, Mom looked at me shyly, while I smiled smugly. When we got to the counter, the saleswoman, seeing the mother and son buying bikinis, said, "Ma'am, you're so lucky to have such a filial son." Mom was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.

After buying the swimsuit, Mom seemed to lose interest in shopping. Eager to see her in a bikini, I dragged her to grab a quick bite and then to the Second Beach, not far from our hotel. It wasn't crowded, and the seawater was relatively clean.

When I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the beach, under the bright sunshine, I saw a beautiful woman standing on the shore in a bikini. Her long hair was styled in a bun, which accentuated the length and graceful lines of her neck. Her full and curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the bikini. That was my mother.

Seeing me staring at her blankly again, Mom knew I was up to something again, so she sat down to stop me from looking so unabashedly. I sat down beside her and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful." Mom didn't speak, gazing thoughtfully at the undulating sea. I didn't know what she was thinking; maybe she was thinking about Dad, maybe… maybe she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of this morning, just like me.

I took Mom's hand and we walked towards the beach. Mom didn't say anything either, letting me hold her hand as we walked together. We swam slowly. Mom had taught me to swim, but she seemed a little distracted. A wave hit, and Mom choked on water, her swimming becoming erratic. I quickly grabbed her. At seventeen, I was tall and strong. I put my arm around Mom's waist, trying to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," as we swam back. When we reached the shore, I helped Mom sit down. She leaned on my shoulder, seemingly exhausted, coughing up the seawater she had swallowed. I looked at her face, red from choking on water, and felt a pang of heartache. I pulled my mother into my arms, letting her head rest on my chest, and patted her shoulder to comfort her. After a while, my mother recovered, suddenly realizing she was leaning on my chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, and looked at me. Now I knew her blushing wasn't from choking on water, but from leaning on her son's chest. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. I said, "Mom, let's go back. The sun is strong today; we don't want you to get a tan." My mother smiled and agreed.

Because we changed our plans, we didn't get back to the hotel until after 2 PM, still early for dinner, and not enough time to go out again. So we rested in the room. After showering and changing, my mother and I sat in the room, unsure what to say. To break the awkward silence, my mother suggested watching TV. We turned it on, and the hotel's closed-circuit television was showing an American blockbuster. A couple was having sex; the scene wasn't explicit, and it was filmed beautifully, but everyone knew it was sex. Mom was embarrassed to watch, but I had the remote in my hand, and I watched intently, finding it beautiful.

A moderate rain started, and the lovemaking on TV ended, followed by a gunfight and chase. I lost interest and turned to look at Mom. She had just showered, her hair still wet and draped over her shoulders, her rosy lips reminding me of our morning's intimacy. I jumped over and sat beside her, kissing her. Mom didn't flinch, letting me kiss her lips. But I kissed her too hard, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the bed. This was unexpected, but I reacted quickly, pressing my upper body against hers. Even through her clothes, I could feel the movement of her breasts, different from the feeling I'd experienced that morning.

I began exploring her mouth, finally capturing her tongue and starting to suckle it. At first, Mom passively let me suckle, but slowly, she began to respond, her tongue skillfully touching my tongue and lips. This skillful kiss was naturally better than my recklessness, and for a moment we were both lost in the moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt Mom's body getting warm, and I realized there were still many places on her body waiting for me to explore. So I started kissing Mom's face, then her neck, and Mom's breathing gradually became more heavy.

Because I had soiled her onesie, Mom was wearing another set of pajamas. When I impatiently lifted Mom's top, I discovered she was wearing a black bra. The contrast between her snow-white skin and the black bra was indeed strikingly alluring. I reached out to lift the bra, but it was firmly in place; there were no clasps, leaving me at a loss. Mom knew I was helpless, so she pushed me away, took off her top, reached behind her back and moved around a few times, and the bra suddenly drooped down. Only then did I realize that the clasps were in the back. I hurriedly took off my mother's bra and then pressed her down on the bed.

I held her heaving breasts like precious treasures, gently squeezing them. Seeing that she didn't react badly, I started playing with them. One hand couldn't hold her full breasts, so I used both hands to knead one breast at a time. Watching her breasts change shape in my hands was incredibly stimulating. Looking at her reddish-brown nipple, I couldn't resist kissing it. But when I took her nipple into my mouth, she trembled. I began to suckle passionately, as if nursing. My mother stroked my head, and it felt like we were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that my mother's breasts were dry, and the son suckling was now an adult with a hard penis.

As I rubbed and suckled, my mother's chest heaved even more, and she made soft moaning sounds. When I released her breasts and moved my lips downwards, my mother held my head still with her hand and said in a tired voice, "Good son, no, we can't go any further. We'll make a mistake." At that time, I didn't know what sex was like; I had only seen couples on TV with their clothes off, the man on top of the woman, their buttocks moving constantly. I just felt my penis getting hard and wanted to hold my mother's soft body tightly. I knew I wanted to have sex with my mother, but I didn't know how. So when my mother said that, I froze. Then my mother said again, "Do you want to do what you see on TV?" I nodded vigorously. Then my mother sat up, took her nightgown and covered her chest, and slowly said, "Child, we are mother and son, we can't do that. But, but you've helped me masturbate and let me kiss your breasts, isn't that sex?" When Mom heard me mention masturbation, she blushed again, but continued, "Yes, Mom shouldn't have done that. Last time I promised to reward you, and I was afraid you'd hurt yourself by holding it in… But today I don't know what came over me… Anyway, we've already made a mistake, and we can't go on like this, otherwise it'll be… incest." I knew what incest meant, but hearing it from Mom was still very exciting, and I'd never thought there was anything wrong with it. So without thinking, I said, "Mom, I love you so much, I like you so much, I want to be with you." Mom said somewhat angrily, "No, if you keep doing this, Mom won't talk to you anymore."

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning; all my passion vanished instantly, and I slumped onto the bed, silent. Mom finished dressing, and seeing my disappointment, she felt a pang of pity. She pulled my head to her chest and said, "My dear child, Mom loves you too. It's Mom's fault for making you so excited, and… sigh, we really can't do something that would betray your father." Hearing my mother say this, I was overcome with grief and burst into tears, sobbing, "Mom, do you know how much I love you? I really need you!" My mother was flustered by my crying and could only stroke my head, unable to say anything. After

crying for a while, I felt ashamed of myself, so I looked up and saw that my mother's eyes were also full of tears. I wiped away her tears and asked, "Mom, do you love me?" "Yes, of course I love you. What mother doesn't love her son?" "Then do you love me more or Dad more?" My mother thought for a moment and said, "Of course I love you more. You are my flesh and blood." "Then you love me, and I love you too. Why can't we be together?" "Good child, my love for you is different from my love for your father. You'll understand when you grow up."

After saying this, my mother got up and sat on the sofa. I knew there was no point in saying anything more, so I gave up. In the following days, although my mother and I explored all of Qingdao, there was a knot in our hearts, and we weren't very happy. About a week later we returned home. The summer after my junior year of high school passed quickly, and my relationship with my mother seemed to have returned to normal, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wondered if my mother felt the same way.

School started, and the workload was overwhelming. I studied mechanically, doing homework and reviewing every day. I became increasingly quiet at home. My father thought I had become more sensible, but my mother could tell I was somewhat distracted.

Soon, National Day arrived, and the school, being lenient, gave us senior students a day off. I remember it was October 1st. My father had an event at work, so it was just my mother and me at home. I locked myself in my room. I never used to lock my door, but it had changed since returning from Qingdao.

After lunch, I went back to my room, unable to concentrate on studying, just lying on my bed randomly flipping through books. Then, my mother knocked on the door and said, "It's Mom, open the door." I opened the door and went back to bed. My mother came over and said to me, "Child, is there anything you want to tell me?" I retorted angrily, "I already said it in Qingdao. Don't you think that's cruel to me? Do you think it makes me feel better? How do you think I feel seeing you like this?" These three questions stunned me and even made my mother cry. Seeing her tears, I panicked. I quickly pulled her to sit down on the bed, wiped her tears, and said, "Mom, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now. My mind is so chaotic." My mother looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, looking deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all my fault. I set a bad precedent for you." I hurriedly said, "No, it's my fault. I've been overthinking all the time, and you've had to worry about me." Hearing this, my mother was moved and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back just as tightly. The misunderstanding between mother and son vanished. As I savored the scent of my mother's hair, she said in a soft voice, "If you still want, Mom can let you… but I have two conditions." I was surprised, but still pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Mom. First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, Mom and I can't really make love. Mom can let you kiss me and help you with my hands, but we can't have anything else, okay?" I looked at my mother's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears again, and said, "No, Mom, I don't want to put you in a difficult position." Silly child, how could Mom put you in a difficult position? Don't worry, Mom has already made up her mind, just don't let your father know. At this moment, what else could I say? I closed my eyes and wanted to kiss my mother.

Perhaps because of what she had just said, or perhaps because it had been more than two months since I had kissed my mother, this time it was especially intoxicating, and my mother was even more cooperative than when we were in Qingdao. Of course, my lower body began to get incredibly hard again. My mother felt it too; she pushed me away, unbuttoned her shirt, and even helped me take off my pants. Just like last time, I rubbed my mother's breasts until she helped me masturbate until I ejaculated. This time I ejaculated a lot, and it felt very good. My mother carefully cleaned me up before getting dressed.

From then on, to avoid disappointing my mother, I focused on my studies again, and my mother would help me masturbate about once a week, sometimes twice, depending on whether there was an opportunity, because we had to hide from my father. Sometimes, if there wasn't enough time, my mother wouldn't take off her clothes, but would let me touch her through her clothes or through them. As the weather got colder, we mostly did it through our clothes. My mother and I developed a tacit understanding. When I really wanted it, I would whisper to her while serving her food before dinner: "Mom, I miss you." And when my father said he had to go out that night, we would quickly exchange glances, and after he left, my mother would come to my room. All the intimate acts took place in my room. I had asked to do it in the living room or my mother's room, but I was never allowed to.

New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye. In another formal mock exam, I did well again. Plus, it was my mother's 43rd birthday at the end of January, so the whole family was very happy. Unfortunately, my father had to go to Shanghai on a business trip and wouldn't be back until before the Spring Festival, meaning he wouldn't be home for my mother's birthday. Before leaving, my father told me to give my mother a good birthday celebration. I thought to myself, "I'll shoot a lot of flowers in my mother's hands;

I wonder if that counts as a birthday present." Even so, I still prepared a gift for my mother—a cashmere scarf, quite expensive, which I bought with my saved allowance. On my mother's birthday night, we cooked several dishes and opened a bottle of red wine. When I took out the gift, my mother was overjoyed. I wrapped the red scarf around her neck, and with the wine and the scarf's effect, my mother looked absolutely beautiful.

Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished, and my mother was a little tipsy. I helped her to sit on the sofa and cleaned up the leftovers. When I came back, my mother was slumped on the sofa; I didn't know if she had fallen asleep. I had no choice but to carry her to her bed. Looking at my mother's drowsy, dreamlike face, I was overcome with lust and began to undress her. My mother was limp, and it took me a lot of effort to remove her top. I fondled her breasts for a while, but my attention quickly shifted to her lower body. Although I had been intimate with my mother many times, the most I had ever seen of her lower body was her underwear. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I carefully removed my mother's outer pants and long johns, leaving her only in her underwear. My mother's full thighs were laid out before me, and I stroked them up and down before finally deciding to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of my mother's body was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally fully revealed before me. Her upper body was the full breasts I knew all too well and could never get enough of looking at; her lower body, that mysterious area, had sparse pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from mine. I spread my mother's thighs, and between her legs, I saw a brown slit—I knew that was a woman's vulva, the place from which I came into this world.

I studied my mother's genitals, comparing them to the descriptions in books I remembered, finding the labia majora and minora, the clitoris. I even deeply inhaled the scent of my mother's vulva. So fragrant!

During this process, my mother only hummed a few times; I knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged into my mind. My mother forbade me from having sex with her, so why not take this opportunity… No

sooner said than done, I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both my mother and me under them. I rushed to press my body against hers. This made me realize what love truly meant. I lay on top of my mother, kissing and caressing her for a while, until my penis was so throbbing it couldn't take it anymore, and then I began my assault. This was when I realized it wasn't easy. My mother was drowsy and didn't move, and I couldn't find the right spot. I struggled several times without success, sweating profusely.

Then my mother moved her hand, seemingly guiding my penis, and I instantly found the right place. With a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tightly enveloped me, not as tight as during masturbation, but the feeling was even more intoxicating. I began to move involuntarily, my movements going from clumsy to skillful, because I had found the most comfortable way to move.

I glanced at my mother and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she were enduring something. I realized then that she was awake, and that her earlier action had been intentional, helping me. Excitedly, I kissed her. But when I touched her lips, her furrowed brow relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So that's what she had been holding back.

With each powerful thrust, her breathing and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Thankfully, after so many masturbations, I had experience controlling my ejaculation, and I managed to suppress the urge each time.

After countless thrusts, my mother's vagina was soaking wet.

Suddenly, she hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting sharply several times, as if all her strength had been exhausted, and she went limp again. I didn't know what was happening, and continued thrusting deeply. In the drizzling rain, I could no longer suppress the urge to erupt, and a stream of semen shot deep into my mother's vagina like a bullet.

Exhausted, I lay panting on top of her, and she lay limply as well. After a long while, I noticed my mother open her eyes and look at me, her gaze filled with a complex emotion that made me uneasy. I whispered, "Mom, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "Angry that I took advantage of you while you were drunk and…" My mother smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get your mother, but if I were really drunk, could you even get in?"

I knew my mother was referring to the time she helped me penetrate her, and I said shyly, "That was my first time." My mother looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to your mother." I was so happy that I gave it to my mother. My mother was happy too.

At this moment, both my mother and I felt that the area where we had been touching was very wet and cold. When we separated, we saw that our lower bodies were almost completely soaked. There was a large wet patch on the sheets, and our bodily fluids were mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. My previously erect penis was now limp and hanging between my legs.

I saw my mother looking at my penis, as if she was mocking me, so I quickly changed the subject and said, "Let's go take a shower." My mother didn't say much and just told me to go first.
(VII)

I went to the bathroom and started washing. After a while, my mother came in. She was also naked and stood under the showerhead, washing with me. As my mother washed her hair, I saw the white foam sliding down her head, from her breasts to her genitals. This strange stimulation made me hard again. I slowly moved closer to my mother, and she noticed me. She rinsed the foam off her hair and opened her eyes to look at me. I was once again intoxicated by her loving gaze.

I asked cautiously, "Mom, didn't you used to forbid me from...?" Mom laughed and said, "This was unexpected too. I was a little groggy just now. You carried me to bed, and when I came to, you were thrusting around wildly. You made me feel ticklish, and I couldn't bear to disappoint you, so..." I excitedly hugged Mom and started kissing her passionately. Soon, we were both incredibly excited. After drying ourselves off, we somehow ended up back in bed. This time, while not exactly smooth sailing, it was much better than before. I thrust for a full half hour, during which Mom trembled twice. And finally, I ejaculated deep inside her. The continuous battle left both Mom and me exhausted. That night, I slept soundly in Mom's arms.

The next morning, when I woke up, Mom was already up, sitting at her dressing table combing her hair. She was wearing the same nightgown I'd slept in with semen in Qingdao. I got excited again, jumped up, and grabbed Mom, trying to kiss her, but she stopped me, saying, "Honey, don't do this. Even though we... last night, we can't continue like this without restraint. After all, I'm your mother, and I know you're young, and once you taste this, you're easily tempted to indulge. If your father finds out, it'll be all over. So, Mom has to make a few conditions with you." I knew Mom was right, so I let her continue. "We'll still be like before. As long as you study hard, Mom will give you what you want, but we can't be too explicit, okay?" Hearing that I could still have sex with Mom, I obediently said, "Mom, whatever you say."

Mom smiled and said, "Sweetie, go wash your face and brush your teeth." But I was still hard, so I held onto Mom, saying, "Mom, I want it, Dad's not here anyway." Mom flicked me on the head and said, "I knew you'd do that." Before I could finish speaking, I had already picked her up and placed her on the bed.

My hands roamed over my mother's body, arousing her desire. Her two full, large breasts began to swell and harden under my caresses, and her legs began to loosen. I helped my mother take off her nightgown, and taking advantage of the moment, I spread her thighs apart, intentionally probing her vagina with my hand.

Gradually, my mother became very wet, and she grasped my thick penis, guiding it into her vagina. I pressed my mother down beneath me, and my penis began to thrust rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, left and right. The extreme pleasure made my mother extremely happy, and she began to moan loudly. My mother had thrown all sense of morality to the wind; she eagerly enjoyed this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts.

I kissed my mother, savoring her fragrance, and in the midst of the intense movements, I ejaculated once again. My mother, immersed in boundless joy, leaned against my chest, her body limp.

For the next few days, I slept in my mother's bed. She cooked delicious meals every day and came home early from work to be with me. I can't remember how many times we did it, but my technique improved significantly, and I finally understood that my mother's unusual trembling was a sign of orgasm. I discovered that my mother had orgasms every time, sometimes even twice, and the bond between mother and son reached a new level.

A few days later, my father returned, and my honeymoon with my mother ended. I became a good child again, focusing on my studies every day, but every night when my mother brought me milk, she would kiss me for a while and let me touch her body. Although it was just a brief, fleeting moment, it motivated me to study.

Since I had real sex with my mom, I've started paying attention to my parents' sex life. They do it about once a week, usually on weekends. My mom doesn't moan much during sex; at least I can't hear a sound from outside the door. I only know that shortly after they go to bed, my mom goes to the bathroom to wash for a while, so they must have already done it. This makes me quite strange. My mom moans when she's with me, sometimes quite loudly. Does this mean her sex life with my dad isn't very good?

During the Lunar New Year, many relatives and guests visit, and my mom and I don't have a chance to be intimate, which makes me feel very frustrated. Finally, on the fifth night of the Lunar New Year, after I went to bed, I heard my mom go to the bathroom. Knowing she must have just finished with my dad, I quietly got up and went into the bathroom.

My mom was wearing pajamas, lifting the hem to wipe herself with a towel. Seeing me come in, she smiled shyly and continued washing. I went over, took the towel, and helped her wipe herself. My mom didn't say anything, but I gradually realized that my goal wasn't to wipe her, but to make her wetter. Her legs started to tremble slightly, and I finally couldn't resist hugging my mother.

My mother said, "Hurry up." I immediately carried her to the sink, pulled down my pants, and thrust into her. Because she was already wet, it went in smoothly. I thrust hard, and my mother held me, desperately trying not to make a sound. But because I thrust so fast and deep, she couldn't help but moan. Soon, she reached orgasm, and I also ejaculated because of the new position and forbidden pleasure. My mother and I quickly tidied up and went back to our rooms. My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down the next morning when nothing seemed amiss.

Later, when I asked my mother why she moaned when she was with me but not with my father, she shyly said, "You're so young, so thick and hard, it's because I feel good that I moan." Seeing her shy expression, I realized I had surpassed my father sexually. For my mother's sexual happiness, I secretly vowed to study hard and, more importantly, to make love to her properly.

Soon, the second semester of my senior year of high school began. Because I had a real physical relationship with my mother, my sexual desires were released, and I felt that I would be letting her down if I didn't study hard, so I studied very diligently. Of course, when I returned home, my mother would always reward me. We seized every opportunity to make love, although each time was very short and a bit rushed—almost as soon as we took off our clothes and started doing it, and then immediately put our clothes back on—but I still felt very comfortable, especially my mother. She became more and more uninhibited, moaning loudly whenever we made love, and almost always

reaching orgasm. Humans are not easily satisfied; desire seems like a bottomless pit. I gradually became dissatisfied with just making love with my mother; I wanted to sleep with her, to be together all night. But I never had the chance. Things only changed during the college entrance examination.

July is scorching hot. Since my home was far from the examination venue, my family decided to book a room in a hotel near the venue so that I could rest well during the exam period. We booked a standard room, and my father decided that my mother would stay at the hotel with me every night to take care of me. Of course, he didn't know about my relationship with my mother, nor did he know what my mother needed most.

On July 6th, our family had dinner together. My father took my mother and me to a hotel, telling me to rest well, focus on my exams, and ask my mother to take good care of me before he left.

I didn't feel much pressure about the college entrance exam because I knew I would get into a top university, and I had taken so many exams that I was numb to it. But I couldn't miss the opportunity to be alone with my mother. As soon as my mother left, I hugged her, and her face turned red again. Although we had done it so many times, Yuexu, we were still mother and son, and she always blushed when I hugged and kissed her. My mother whispered, "You have an exam tomorrow, you need to rest well today." I kissed her and said, "Being with Mom is the best rest."

I quickly took off my clothes, stripping my mother naked like a lamb. Since we had plenty of time, I decided to flirt with my mother. I placed my mother on the bed, and after a series of kisses and caresses, my mouth moved to her genitals. Knowing what I was about to do, she hurriedly said, "No, you can't kiss there." But I had already begun. I gently sucked on her labia, occasionally lightly biting her bright red clitoris.

With my sucking and licking, my mother gradually became aroused. Her thighs slowly clamped around my head, her skin gently undulating with my movements, and she murmured, "Mom can't take it anymore, good boy, Mom can't take it."

Since it was my first time giving my mother oral sex, this unusual stimulation quickly brought her to orgasm. A torrent of fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, which I swallowed, leaving her genitals soaking wet.

My mother gasped for breath for a long time, then slowly said, "Mom's almost dead from you. Come on, Mom'll let you have your fill tonight." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her. I couldn't hold back any longer, and thrust my erect penis into her vagina. My mother obediently spread her legs, exposing her vulva, making it easier for me to penetrate her. I was already experienced with this, so I guided my penis, aligning the head of my penis with her vagina, and gently inserted it. Although my mother was already soaking wet, she still let out a soft moan as my large penis entered. The warm, comfortable sensation of my penis being tightly held in her narrow opening excited me so much that I thrust my entire penis into her warm, tight vagina.

I began to thrust gently and slowly, but this thrusting gradually became rougher and more unrestrained. As my thrusting speed increased, the soft moans my mother initially made gradually turned into joyful groans.

After about a thousand thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. My mother, weakened by her second orgasm, let me press down on her. After a while, my mother pushed me away. I thought she was going to the bathroom to wash up, but instead, she rolled over and took my penis into her mouth. This was the first time my mother had let my penis into her mouth, and it was covered in my semen and her own bodily fluids. My mother gently licked me, and her tenderness made my penis, which had just ejaculated, feel extremely comfortable. Soon, I became erect again. My mother glanced up at me and continued her actions.

I could tell this was my mother's first time giving oral sex to a man, and she wasn't very skilled, at least not like what I'd seen in porn. She just held my penis in her mouth, carefully licking the glans, as if afraid of hurting me. But the stimulation was too much for me to bear, and I impulsively pushed my mother down again. Another passionate encounter ensued.

Because of the exam the next day, my mother only did it twice and wouldn't let me do it again. I could only fall asleep holding my mother.

The next morning, my mother woke me up, and we took a shower together. In the bathroom, my mother gave me oral sex for a while, which excited me so much that I had sex with her in the bathtub. After cleaning up, my father arrived. My mother and I resumed our mother-son relationship. After breakfast, I went to the exam hall.

The next two and a half days passed smoothly, and my sex life with my mother also went well. Having learned oral sex, we had another way to have fun. I even asked my mom to give me oral sex like in porn movies. My mom tried her best to satisfy me, making me feel incredibly comfortable every night. How could my exams not go well?

Unfortunately, the college entrance exam only lasted two and a half days. After the last exam, we went home. My dad told my classmates to relax, but I kept thinking about my mom's body and felt that everything else was meaningless. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, I naturally became addicted to it, especially since the person I shared it with was my beautiful and lovely mom.

(IX)

After the college entrance exam, it felt like everything in the world had been done. I had nothing to do all day. It was supposed to be relaxing, but it was even more uncomfortable than having something to do. My mind was no longer on studying, and all that was left was my mom. Since I started giving my mom oral sex, I became addicted to this method, and my mom seemed to like it too. In the following times, we would give each other oral sex first, getting very excited before penetration. This made the orgasm even more intense, and we really enjoyed it.

Dad had originally suggested that Mom and I go out, but Mom was too busy with work and couldn't get away, so we had to cancel. Mom even apologized to me for this, saying she would give me oral sex until I ejaculated. But it wasn't necessary. Why would I force Mom when she's in a difficult situation?

This summer was exceptionally hot, and everyone in my family wore very little clothing at home. Every time I saw my mother's body wrapped in thin clothes, I would get incredibly excited, but unfortunately, the opportunities were too few. Although every time I had a tryst with my mother, it wasn't something that happened often.

One evening, my mother was working overtime at her workplace. My father and I had just finished dinner when it started pouring rain. My mother hadn't brought any rain gear, so my father asked me to bring it to her. When I finally arrived at my mother's workplace, I opened the door and saw her working at her desk. She was alone in her office. When she looked up and saw me, I was soaking wet. Although I had an umbrella, the rain was too heavy and the wind was strong, making my clothes almost completely soaked.

When my mother saw me like this, she knew I had come to bring rain gear. She quickly ran over, pulled me into the room, closed the door, and hugged me tightly, ignoring my soaked clothes. She said, "My good child, I knew you were good. Come on, take off your wet clothes, don't catch a cold." As she spoke, she helped me take off my wet shirt. I'm already an eighteen-year-old young man, and my well-developed muscles still left my mother, who had seen me countless times, somewhat stunned. I watched her stare at my chest muscles, her fingers wiping the raindrops off my body, as if she were wiping her lover. I couldn't help but pull my mother into my arms. My mother leaned softly against me, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. I immediately became hard. My mother sensed it and said, "Son, it's been a long time since you've done it with Mom, hasn't it? Come on, let Mom satisfy your craving today."

With that, she knelt down, pulled down my pants, and I felt my penis enter that wet, soft place again. Under my mother's sucking, I felt an unbearable swelling down there, so I held my mother's head and began to thrust, as if I were penetrating her vagina. Before long, I ejaculated into my mother's mouth. Strangely, this time my mother didn't spit out my semen as usual; instead, she swallowed it all. I helped my mother up, and just as I was about to ask, she smiled and said, "My dear child, I love your things so much. I was shy before, but I really love it when you ejaculate inside me, whether it's in my mouth or..."

Seeing her joyful and satisfied smile, my penis felt like it was on fire again. I suddenly picked her up and placed her on the desk. Knowing what I meant, she cooperated by lifting her skirt and taking off her panties. I reached down and touched her; she was completely wet, her body trembling at the touch of my fingers. I guided my hard, iron-like penis and slowly inserted it into her body, beginning to slowly thrust in and out.

I kissed her cheeks and neck, reaching inside to caress her breasts, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I love you. I want to make you orgasm. Mom, are you comfortable?" Her breathing was rapid, and she gasped, "Yes, yes, good son, make Mom orgasm."

This time, I penetrated for a long time, bringing my mother to orgasm almost three times. After I ejaculated again, she was too weak to even sit up, leaning against me for a long, long time before recovering. I lifted her off the table and saw a wet patch on it, unsure if it was mine or hers. We cleaned up for quite a while. Then we sat on the sofa in the office, caressing each other and chatting until the rain subsided before going home.

From then on, my mother and I found this new place. On weekends, my mother often said she had to work overtime, while I would use the excuse of meeting up with classmates to meet her in her office. The desk, the sofa, the filing cabinet—all were our favorite spots for making love. My father never suspected anything, and the people at my mother's workplace seemed lazy and never bothered us. That summer, my mother and I spent a very happy time together.

But good times are always short-lived. I was accepted into a prestigious university and was about to begin my studies in another city. The weekend before I left, my mother and I spent the whole day passionately entwined in her office. Finally, I completed my high school career amidst my mother's reward. But I know that my mother's reward will not end, just as her love for me will last a lifetime.

Looking back on my three years of high school, there were many hardships, but also many joys, all of which came from my mother because she loves me so much.

My mother gave birth to me when she was 25, and now she is almost 50. Time has left its merciless marks, but she is better preserved than most women in their 40s. She is slightly overweight, her breasts are a little saggy, and her lower abdomen protrudes a bit, but her skin is very good, and she has few wrinkles on her face. At least in my eyes, she is the most beautiful mother in the world.

Our family has a very good relationship; my parents are very harmonious, but I always feel that my mother is especially good to me, probably because I am her own flesh and blood, so naturally we are closer.

Since I started high school, the schoolwork has been very demanding, and the pressure has been immense. I often go to bed very late at night, and my mother always makes me drink a glass of warm milk before bed, saying it helps me sleep.

But I have a better way: masturbating before bed. I would feel very tired after each ejaculation, and naturally fall asleep quickly and sleep soundly. As for masturbation, the objects of my imagination were mostly celebrities, like Kelly Chen, Twins, or others. But one time I dreamt of having sex with my mother and even had a wet dream. From then on, my mother became my masturbation rival; none of those so-called celebrities could compare to my dearest mother. My

first year of high school passed quickly amidst these fantasies about my mother. In my second year, I was placed in the humanities class, and the girls in my class were always chattering, which gave me a deeper appreciation for my mother's mature beauty. My masturbation became even more frequent. Because my mind was constantly preoccupied with my mother's body, my grades dropped rapidly. The teacher invited my father to the school, hoping that the parents would cooperate with the school to find the reason for my declining grades, since I had a good chance of getting into a top university. After my father came back, he discussed it with my mother and didn't say anything to me, only instructing me to focus on my studies. I think they had no idea what I was doing, but I deeply felt their concern and love. Especially my mother, I saw nothing but love in her eyes.

From then on, I tried hard to study, but I couldn't break the habit of masturbating at night because I loved my mother too much.

One night in the second semester of my junior year of high school, my father was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room. My mother was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't help but take out my mother's photo and masturbate again. The photo was one I had taken of my mother at home not long ago. My mother was smiling in the photo, and I looked at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moving quickly inside my pants. Just then, my mother pushed the door open and came in. My desk was facing away from the door, so I didn't notice. I continued. But when I heard that familiar voice say in surprise, "What are you doing?" I had already ejaculated while panting. I turned around and saw my mother's surprised and a little angry look. I was so scared that I didn't know what to say. Of course, my mother knew what I was doing, but when she saw her photo on the table, her face turned red all the way to her ears. Seeing me standing there blankly, she said, "Go and tidy yourself up." I practically ran to the bathroom, pulled out my penis, and wiped it clean, but I hadn't brought my underwear with me, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear as well.

When I got back to my room, my mother was sitting on my bed. Seeing me come in, she beckoned me to sit next to her and then gently asked, "Do you often do this?" I said, "Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?" My mother smiled and said, "How could I be? Mom knows you're growing up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent; it'll hurt your health." Seeing that my mother wasn't angry, my heart immediately relaxed. My mother asked again, "Why are you taking Mom's picture?" I answered hesitantly, "I love Mom so much, so I always think of you." "Silly child, what are you thinking? I'm your mother. Besides, doing this all the time will affect your studies. Don't do it again, understand?" "Okay, I understand." Then, my mother said those words that I still remember vividly: "My good child, you must study hard; Mom is counting on you." As long as you study hard, whatever difficulties you encounter, Mom will help you solve them. Looking into Mom's eyes, I immediately understood what she meant. I said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll listen to you. Just wait for my good news." From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating. I only took out Mom's photo every night to look at it. Hard work pays off. At the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade, even my teacher was surprised by my progress. The whole family was even happier. Dad specially allowed me to drink, but he got drunk before I did.

My mom and I helped my dad to the bedroom to lie down. He kept saying, "Good son, well done!" We went back to the dinner table, and I asked, "Mom, is Dad alright?" He always thinks he's still young, but he can't even outdrink his son. Actually, I was a little tipsy then, and without thinking, I asked, "Mom, I did well on the test this time, what's your prize?" My mom understood what I meant. She gave me a sidelong glance and said, "Go to your room." I suppressed my wildly beating heart and went back to my room. My mom followed me in and locked the door. She came to my side, had me lie down, and then gently pulled down my pants. My penis was already erect, and now free from the constraints of my pants, it was naturally standing tall and straight. My mom looked at it for a while and said, "My son has really grown up. Close your eyes." I immediately obediently closed my eyes, feeling my mom's hand touching my penis. It felt so soft and comfortable. Then my mom started slowly stroking it. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it felt much better than when I did it myself. I started moaning and peeked at my mother. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at me lovingly. The thought that my mother was helping me masturbate excited me immensely. I ejaculated quickly, and because I wasn't prepared, I ejaculated everywhere. I looked at my mother a little embarrassed, and she scolded me, "You're still just a child." Then she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat. She helped me put on my pants and asked, "Was it good?" "It felt so good, Mom! Will you help me again?" "As long as you study hard and make Mom proud, how could Mom not want her good son to feel good?" She quickly kissed me on the cheek and left. I lay there, feeling weak all over, too comfortable to move, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Dad said while eating breakfast, "You did well on your exams this time. Anyway, it's summer vacation, so let your mom take a few days off to take you on a trip. Next semester you'll be a senior in high school, and then you won't have time to rest." I looked at my mother happily. Just then, Mom was looking at me too. She blushed again and immediately turned away. I think she and I must have been thinking about what happened last night, and we'd been traveling together for several days!

We went to Qingdao, not with a tour group, but to make our own plans, which was more flexible. After getting off the plane, we checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, near the sea, in a beautiful setting. Since it was just the two of us, we only booked one standard room. We could see the sea from the window. It was my first time at the beach, and I was so excited that I didn't notice that Mom's expression was a little downcast. But at dinner, I noticed and asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, maybe I'm just tired from the flight." Although Mom said that, I knew it wasn't because of that. I realized my selfish behavior. How could I only think about my own happiness and forget about Mom?

I decided to correct my mistake with my actions. I chatted with Mom, cracking jokes and constantly putting her favorite dishes on her plate. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally very happy too.

After dinner, when we returned to our room, Mom said she was going to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. When she finished showering, she came out to find that I had moved the two single beds together, making it look like a double bed. She asked me in surprise why, and I said, "I haven't slept with Mom in years, so I'm going to sleep with her tonight." Mom laughed and said, "You're still so young! You're so big and you still want to sleep with Mom? Aren't you ashamed?" "Not ashamed at all! I'll always be Mom's little child, and little children sleep with their mothers!" "Okay then, but don't move around too much, and don't have any bad thoughts, okay?" "Yes, I promise!"

After saying that, I ran to take a shower and crawled into bed wearing only my underwear. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had air conditioning, so I only needed a thin blanket.

As soon as I lay down, I smelled Mom's fragrance—not the smell of soap, but a special scent that I couldn't describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to her. Mom was wearing a one-piece nightgown, made of silk, which felt very comfortable against her skin. But I wanted to be closer to her skin; that would feel even better. I whispered, "Mom, can I hug you?" Mom was lying with her back to me. After a few seconds, she said, "Okay." I tentatively placed my left hand on her waist. It was so soft there. Although it didn't have the curves of a young girl's, the fullness felt wonderful. After a while, seeing that Mom didn't object, I moved my hand towards her lower abdomen. There was more flesh there, and I could feel a warmth even through the nightgown. As I was touching her, Mom pressed my hand down, saying, "Just leave it there. Don't move." I obediently stopped, but I pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis against her buttocks. Mom's buttocks were so full. I shifted my body so that my penis was pressed against her buttocks cleft, because that felt the best.

I felt my mother's body trembling. I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" "A little. Just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" My right hand was uncomfortable under her body, so I simply reached under her neck and hugged her. My mother seemed to groan slightly, but didn't say anything. I hugged my mother very tightly, my penis pressed against her, enjoying it. My mother gradually stopped trembling, and her body slowly softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly. Perhaps because she was too tired from the flight, we fell asleep like that, hugging each other.

The next morning, I woke up early because I needed to pee. When I opened my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my mother curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right arm around my waist. This excited me so much. Looking at my mother sleeping soundly, with both mature charm and a touch of girlish beauty, my heart was deeply moved, and my penis swelled up like iron again.

I was afraid of waking my mother, but I was so impulsive that I gently moved my body and brought my mouth closer to her lips. When I was only about two centimeters away, my mother suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds, then my mother laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to ambush your mother?" I smiled sheepishly, but I wasn't giving up. I pleaded, "Mom, just let me kiss you, just once." My mother looked at me intently for a moment, then closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit consent, so I imitated the way I'd seen kissing on TV, slowly bringing my mouth closer and gently kissing my mother's full lips. I just kept kissing my mother's lips like that, not knowing what a real kiss was like, just imitating, so apart from the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything special. Just then, my mother's mouth slightly opened, and I mischievously stuck my tongue deep inside, wanting to startle her. Little did I know what it would be like once it was inside. My mother's mouth was wet and slippery. When my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock traveled from the tip. Naturally, I wasn't going to let such pleasure pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. At first, my mother tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to hide; she was tightly wrapped and sucked by my tongue. For a

long, long time, my mother pushed me away, panting heavily, and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" Having tasted the sweetness, I pleaded, "Mom, again! It's my first kiss, you have to let me enjoy it!" My mother murmured, "First time, first kiss, first time." I kissed her again. This time, I improved; I sucked my mother's fragrant tongue into my mouth, slowly savoring it. My mother was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss.

We kissed for who knows how long, until my tongue felt a little numb, and I withdrew. My mother must have been exhausted long ago, as she breathed softly beside me. A little while later, Mom sat up and said to me, "You little rascal, you've exhausted me! Even your dad doesn't kiss me for this long." I laughed and said, "Dad gets to kiss me every day, but this is a rare opportunity for me!" Mom smiled and got up to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still lying in bed and said, "Get up, my lazy son." "No, I want Mom to pull me up," I said coquettishly. Mom reluctantly bent down to pull me up, and just then, I saw Mom's breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. I froze. They were so big, so white, and it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra… Seeing my strange expression, Mom hesitated for a moment, then immediately realized what was wrong and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. I murmured to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely."

I sat up, put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and said, "Mom, I want... I want to see." "No, we're mother and son, this won't do." "Then why did you help me that time?" "That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already gone wrong, we can't continue down that path." "Mom's breasts were for me to breastfeed, weren't they? I even suckled on them when I was little." "Besides, look at me..." I turned my mother around, letting her see my erect penis.

My mother looked at my lower body, silent for a long time. I stared at her, pleading, "Mom, please, please." I saw my mother biting her lip, nodding slightly as if shaking her head. I couldn't bear this situation any longer. I don't know where the courage came from, but I reached out and touched the shoulder strap of my mother's pajamas. Just as I pulled the right shoulder strap down to her upper arm, my mother grabbed my hand and said, "Idiot, this won't do." Then she got up and went to the bathroom. I was utterly disappointed and collapsed onto the bed. But Mom quickly came out, her pajamas already off, which she held to her chest. I was incredibly excited and moved. So that's what Mom meant when she said it wouldn't work that way; I was so stupid.

Mom came over and sat on the edge of the bed, not saying a word, just looking at me. I was incredibly nervous, my hands trembling as I reached out. As I touched the pajamas and also Mom's chest, I saw her eyes close. Her hand tightened only for a moment, and the pajamas were pulled down.

At that moment, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life: a pair of full breasts, round and firm, slightly sagging but still throbbing. The brown areolas accentuated the round, lustrous nipples. Although I had never seen other women's breasts, I was certain these were the most beautiful in the world. Mom's hands seemed to have nowhere to go; she tried to cover her chest, but couldn't hide this beautiful sight. Her shy expression was absolutely captivating.

It took me a long time to finally look away from those bulges. My mother was wearing white underwear, probably cotton, a very ordinary style, similar to my boxer shorts. The rest of her body was completely naked, her snow-white skin dazzlingly white. Because we were so close, I could almost see the pores on her skin. I looked at every part of my mother's body—breasts, shoulders, abdomen, thighs—it was overwhelming. I felt she had the most beautiful body in the world; I couldn't find any other words to describe it.

My mother, seeing my stunned expression, said coquettishly (to me, it sounded like coquettishness): "Haven't you seen enough?" Not enough, not enough, I can never get enough of her beauty. You're such a smooth talker. I looked up at my mother; she seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes darting away, looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect penis and asked with concern: "Is it uncomfortable?" I cried out from the bottom of my heart: "Yes!" My mother said lovingly: "Poor thing." I hurriedly asked, "Mom, can you do it like last time?" Mom looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you'd take advantage of me. Let me get dressed." I wasn't about to let her go; I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my penis. She tried to struggle, but I held on, and she gave up after a while. She carefully helped me pull down my underwear, placing her hand on my burning hot penis. She seemed surprised by how hot it was, and pulled her hand back slightly, but immediately grabbed it again. A gentle stroking sent me soaring to the heavens. I couldn't resist pulling Mom closer, putting my arm around her shoulders, and kissing her. Mom had just said, "Don't touch me like that," when her beautiful red lips were sealed by mine.

Because I was lying down, and Mom's left hand was masturbating me, she was practically on top of me when we kissed. I pulled her close, and finally, her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I almost suffocated; a softness I had never felt before spread rapidly from my chest throughout my body. I simply pulled my mother down onto me, pressing her chest against mine.

I was sucking on her tongue, her full breasts pressed against me, the sensation so clear I could feel her nipples pressing against me, and her small hands stroking my lower body. This triple stimulation was almost overwhelming. Soon, I reached my climax. Perhaps knowing from my previous experience, my mother struggled to free herself from my mouth, grabbing a piece of cloth and placing it on my penis, her hands continuing to stroke me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of semen gushed out. When I recovered

from the intense post-ejaculation stimulation, I saw my mother looking at me with that loving gaze again, but it seemed different. The love had changed, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Looking closer, I realized the cloth-like thing was my mother's pajamas. It was covered in thick semen, emitting a strong odor, and there was also a considerable amount on her hands.

Seeing that I was awake, Mom laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, making my pajamas so messy..." I said apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry, let me wash them for you." "Who said you had to wash them?" Looking at the way Mom spoke, I felt it was the same way she often talked to Dad, a kind of flirtatious air. Could it be...?

Mom went into the bathroom and put on some clothes—not the pajamas, of course, but something else. When she came out and saw me still lying naked on the bed, she quickly avoided my gaze and said, "My little darling, aren't you going to put on some clothes?" Seeing her shyness, I didn't want to make her feel awkward any further. I quickly got dressed and asked, "Mom, where are we going to play today?" Mom thought for a moment and said, "Let's go shopping in the morning and go swimming at the beach in the afternoon, okay?" Yay!

Mom and I went to the Qingdao People's Department Store. Because Mom didn't bring a swimsuit, she wanted to buy one. I said I'd buy a bikini, but Mom disagreed, saying, "At your age, why wear a bikini? It's too embarrassing." I said that with such a great figure, it would be a shame if Mom didn't wear a bikini. As I said this, Mom looked at me shyly, while I smiled smugly. When we got to the counter, the saleswoman, seeing the mother and son buying bikinis, said, "Ma'am, you're so lucky to have such a filial son." Mom was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.

After buying the swimsuit, Mom seemed to lose interest in shopping. Eager to see her in a bikini, I dragged her to grab a quick bite and then to the Second Beach, not far from our hotel. It wasn't crowded, and the seawater was relatively clean.

When I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the beach, under the bright sunshine, I saw a beautiful woman standing on the shore in a bikini. Her long hair was styled in a bun, which accentuated the length and graceful lines of her neck. Her full and curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the bikini. That was my mother.

Seeing me staring at her blankly again, Mom knew I was up to something again, so she sat down to stop me from looking so unabashedly. I sat down beside her and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful." Mom didn't speak, gazing thoughtfully at the undulating sea. I didn't know what she was thinking; maybe she was thinking about Dad, maybe… maybe she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of this morning, just like me.

I took Mom's hand and we walked towards the beach. Mom didn't say anything either, letting me hold her hand as we walked together. We swam slowly. Mom had taught me to swim, but she seemed a little distracted. A wave hit, and Mom choked on water, her swimming becoming erratic. I quickly grabbed her. At seventeen, I was tall and strong. I put my arm around Mom's waist, trying to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," as we swam back. When we reached the shore, I helped Mom sit down. She leaned on my shoulder, seemingly exhausted, coughing up the seawater she had swallowed. I looked at her face, red from choking on water, and my heart ached. I pulled my mother into my arms, letting her head rest against my chest, and patted her shoulder to comfort her. After a while, my mother recovered, suddenly realizing she was leaning against my chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, and looked at me. Now I knew her blushing wasn't from choking on water, but from being against her son's chest. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. I said, "Mom, let's go home. The sun's strong today; we don't want you to get sunburned." My mother smiled and agreed.

Because we changed our plans, we got back to the hotel around 2 PM, which was still early for dinner, and we didn't have enough time to go out again. So we had to rest in the room. After my mother and I showered and changed, we sat in the room, unsure of what to say. To break the awkward silence, my mother suggested watching TV. We turned it on, and the hotel's closed-circuit television was showing an American blockbuster. A couple was having sex; the footage wasn't explicit, but it was beautifully shot, though everyone knew it was sex. My mother was embarrassed to watch, but I had the remote, and I watched intently, finding it beautiful.

Then, the sex scene ended, and the protagonists started a gunfight and chase. I lost interest and turned to look at my mother. She had just showered, and her hair was wet, draped over her shoulders. Her rosy lips reminded me of our passionate encounter that morning. I jumped over and sat beside her, kissing her. My mother didn't flinch, letting me kiss her lips. But I kissed her too hard, so much so that she lost her balance and was pushed onto the bed. This was certainly unexpected, but I reacted quickly, pressing my entire upper body against my mother's. Even through her clothes, I could feel the protrusion of her breasts, a sensation different from that morning.

I began exploring her mouth, finally managing to capture her tongue after several attempts, and we began to intertwine and suckle. At first, my mother passively allowed me to suckle, but slowly, she began to respond, her tongue skillfully touching my tongue and lips. This skillful kiss was naturally better than my recklessness, and for a moment we were both lost in the moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt my mother's body getting warm, and I realized there were still many places on her body waiting for me to explore. So I began kissing my mother's face, then her neck, and her breathing gradually became more heavy.

Because I had soiled her onesie, my mother was wearing another set of pajamas. When I eagerly lifted my mother's top, I discovered she was wearing a black bra. The contrast between her snow-white skin and the black bra was indeed strikingly alluring. I reached out to lift her bra, but it was firmly in place; there were no clasps, leaving me at a loss. My mother, knowing I was helpless, pushed me away, took off her shirt, and reached behind her back. A few movements later, the bra sagged, and I realized the clasps were in the back. I quickly removed the bra for her and then pressed her back onto the bed.

I held her heaving breasts like precious treasures, gently squeezing them. Seeing no adverse reaction from my mother, I began to play with them. One hand couldn't hold her full breasts, so I used both hands to knead one breast at a time. Watching her breasts change shape in my hands was incredibly stimulating. Looking at her reddish-brown nipple, I couldn't resist kissing it. But when I took her nipple into my mouth, she trembled. I began to suckle passionately, as if nursing. My mother stroked my head, and it felt like we were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that Mom's breasts were dry, while the son suckling at her breast was a grown man with a hard penis.

As I rubbed and suckled, Mom's chest heaved more violently, and she made soft moaning sounds. When I released her breasts and moved downwards to kiss her, Mom held my head still with her hand and said in a tired voice, "Good son, no, we can't go any further. We'll make a mistake." At that time, I didn't know what sex was like; I only saw on TV couples naked, the man on top of the woman, their buttocks moving constantly. I only felt my penis throbbing, wanting to hold Mom's soft body tightly. I knew I wanted to have sex with Mom, but I didn't know how. So when Mom said that, I froze. Then Mom said again, "Do you want to do what you see on TV?" I nodded vigorously. Then Mom sat up, took her pajamas to cover her chest, and slowly said, "Child, we are mother and son; we can't do that." But, but Mom, you helped me masturbate and even let me kiss your breasts, isn't that sex? Mom blushed again when she heard me say "masturbate," but she continued, "Yes, Mom shouldn't have done that. Last time I promised to reward you, and I was afraid you'd hurt yourself by holding back, so... But today I don't know what came over me... Anyway, we've already made a mistake, and we can't go any further, otherwise it'll be... incest." I knew what incest meant, but hearing it from Mom was still very exciting, and I'd never thought there was anything wrong with incest. So without thinking, I said, "Mom, I love you so much, I like you so much, I want to be with you." Mom said somewhat angrily, "No, if you keep doing this, Mom won't talk to you anymore."

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning; all my passion vanished instantly, and I slumped onto the bed, silent. Mom got dressed, and seeing how disappointed I was, she felt a little sorry for me. She put my head in her arms and said, "My dear child, Mom loves you too. It's Mom's fault for making you so excited, and... sigh, we really can't do anything that would betray your father." Hearing my mother say this, I was overcome with grief and burst into tears, sobbing, "Mom, do you know how much I love you? I really need you!" My mother was flustered by my crying and could only stroke my head, unable to say anything. After

crying for a while, I felt ashamed of myself, so I looked up and saw that my mother's eyes were also full of tears. I wiped away her tears and asked, "Mom, do you love me?" "Yes, of course I love you. What mother doesn't love her son?" "Then do you love me more or Dad more?" My mother thought for a moment and said, "Of course I love you more. You are my flesh and blood." "Then you love me, and I love you too. Why can't we be together?" "Good child, my love for you is different from my love for your father. You'll understand when you grow up."

After saying this, my mother got up and sat on the sofa. I knew there was no point in saying anything more, so I gave up. In the following days, although my mother and I explored all of Qingdao, there was a knot in our hearts, and we weren't very happy. About a week later we returned home. The summer after my junior year of high school passed quickly, and my relationship with my mother seemed to have returned to normal, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wondered if my mother felt the same way.

School started, and the workload was overwhelming. I studied mechanically, doing homework and reviewing every day. I became increasingly quiet at home. My father thought I had become more sensible, but my mother could tell I was somewhat distracted.

Soon, National Day arrived, and the school, being lenient, gave us senior students a day off. I remember it was October 1st. My father had an event at work, so it was just my mother and me at home. I locked myself in my room. I never used to lock my door, but it had changed since returning from Qingdao.

After lunch, I went back to my room, unable to concentrate on studying, just lying on my bed randomly flipping through books. Then, my mother knocked on the door and said, "It's Mom, open the door." I opened the door and went back to bed. My mother came over and said to me, "Child, is there anything you want to tell me?" I retorted angrily, "I already said it in Qingdao. Don't you think that's cruel to me? Do you think it makes me feel better? How do you think I feel seeing you like this?" These three questions stunned me and even made my mother cry. Seeing her tears, I panicked. I quickly pulled her to sit down on the bed, wiped her tears, and said, "Mom, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now. My mind is so chaotic." My mother looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, looking deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all my fault. I set a bad precedent for you." I hurriedly said, "No, it's my fault. I've been overthinking all the time, and you've had to worry about me." Hearing this, my mother was moved and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back just as tightly. The misunderstanding between mother and son vanished. As I savored the scent of my mother's hair, she said softly, "If you still want, I can let you… but I have two conditions." I was surprised, but I pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Mom. First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, we can't really make love. I can let you kiss me, I can use my hands to help you, but we can't have anything else, okay?" Looking into my mother's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears again, I said, "No, Mom, I don't want to put you in a difficult position." "Silly child, how could I put you in a difficult position?" "Don't worry, I've already decided. Just don't let your father know." What could I say at that moment? I closed my eyes and wanted to kiss my mother.

Perhaps because of what we had just said, or perhaps because it had been over two months since I had kissed my mother, this time it was especially ecstatic, and she was even more cooperative than when we were in Qingdao. Of course, my lower body became incredibly hard again. My mother sensed it; she pushed me away, unbuttoned her shirt, and helped me take off my pants. Just like last time, I rubbed my mother's breasts until she helped me masturbate until I ejaculated. This time I ejaculated a lot, and it felt very good. My mother carefully cleaned me up before putting her clothes back on.

From then on, to avoid disappointing my mother, I focused on my studies again, and my mother would help me masturbate about once a week, sometimes twice, depending on whether there was an opportunity, because we had to hide from my father. Sometimes, when there wasn't enough time, my mother wouldn't take off her clothes, but would let me touch her through or under her clothes. As the weather got colder, we mostly did it through our clothes. We developed a tacit understanding; when I really wanted it, I would whisper to her while serving her food before dinner: "Mom, I miss you." When Dad said he had to go out that evening, we would quickly exchange glances, and after he left, Mom would come to my room. All the affectionate behavior took place in my room; I had asked to do it in the living room or Mom's room, but I was never allowed.

New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye, and I did well on another formal mock exam. Plus, it was Mom's 43rd birthday at the end of January, so the whole family was very happy. Unfortunately, Dad had to go to Shanghai on a business trip and wouldn't be back until before the Spring Festival, so he wouldn't be home for Mom's birthday. Before leaving, Dad told me to give Mom a good birthday celebration. I thought to myself: I'll shoot a lot of things in Mom's hands; I wonder if that counts as a birthday present.

Even so, I still prepared a gift for Mom—a cashmere scarf, quite expensive, which I bought with my saved allowance. On Mom's birthday night, we cooked several dishes and opened a bottle of red wine. When I took out the gift, Mom was overjoyed. I wrapped the red scarf around her neck, and with the wine and the scarf's effect, Mom looked absolutely beautiful.

Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished. Mom was a little weak, so I helped her to the sofa and cleaned up the leftovers. When I came back, Mom was slumped on the sofa, I didn't know if she was asleep. I had to carry her to her bed. Looking at Mom's sleepy, beautiful face, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust and started to undress her. Mom's body was limp, and it took me a lot of effort to take off her top. I played with her breasts for a while, but my attention quickly shifted to Mom's lower body. Although I had been intimate with Mom many times, I had only ever seen her wearing underwear. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I carefully took off Mom's outer pants and long underwear, leaving only her underwear. Mom's full thighs were in front of me, and I stroked them up and down before finally deciding to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of Mom's body was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally fully revealed to me. Her upper body was covered in her full breasts, which I knew all too well and could never get enough of. Her lower body, in that mysterious area, had sparse pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from the hair on my body. I parted my mother's thighs, and between her legs, I saw a brown slit. I knew that was a woman's vulva; that's where I came into this world.

I studied my mother's genitals, comparing them to descriptions in books, and found the labia majora and minora, the clitoris. I even took a deep breath of the scent of my mother's vulva. So fragrant!

During this process, my mother only hummed a few times; I knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged into my mind. My mother didn't want me to have sex with her, so why not take this opportunity…

Without further ado, I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both of us under the covers. I rushed to press my body against hers. This made me understand what love truly meant. I lay on top of my mother, kissing and caressing her for a while, until my penis was so engorged I couldn't stand it anymore, and then I began my assault. That movement made me realize something was amiss. My mother was drowsy and motionless, and I couldn't find the right spot. I tried several times without success, and I was sweating profusely with frustration.

Then, my mother moved her hand, seemingly guiding my penis. Suddenly, I found the right position, and with a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tightly enveloping me, tighter than during masturbation, but the feeling was even more intoxicating. I began to move involuntarily, my movements becoming more practiced and skillful, because I had found the most comfortable way to move.

Then I glanced at my mother and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she was enduring something. I realized then that my mother was awake, and that her earlier movement had been intentional. Excitedly, I kissed her. But when I touched her lips, her furrowed brow relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So, my mother had been holding back her moans all along.

With each vigorous thrust, Mom's panting and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Thankfully, after so many masturbations, I had developed the ability to control my ejaculation, and I managed to suppress the urge each time.

After countless thrusts, Mom's vagina was soaking wet.

Suddenly, Mom hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently several times. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and went limp again. I didn't know what was happening, and continued thrusting deeply. Finally, I couldn't hold back the urge to explode any longer, and a stream of semen shot deep into Mom's vagina like a bullet.

Exhausted, I lay on top of Mom, panting, and she lay limply as well. After a long while, I noticed Mom had opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complex in her eyes that made me panic. I whispered, "Mom, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "I'm angry that you were drunk, and I..." Mom smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get your mother, but if I were really drunk, could you even get in?"

I knew Mom was referring to the time she helped me penetrate, and I said shyly, "That was my first time." Mom looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to Mom." I was so happy that I gave it to Mom. Mom was happy too.

At that moment, Mom and I both felt that the place where we wanted to touch was very wet and cold. When we separated, we saw that our lower bodies were almost completely soaked. There was a large wet patch on the sheets, and our bodily fluids mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. And my once proud penis was now limp and hanging between my legs.

I saw Mom looking at my penis, as if she was mocking me, so I quickly changed the subject and said, "Why don't we go take a shower?" Mom didn't say much and just told me to go first.
(VII)

I went to the bathroom and started washing. After a while, my mother came in. She was also naked and stood under the showerhead, washing with me. As my mother washed her hair, I saw the white foam sliding down her head, from her breasts to her genitals. This strange stimulation made me hard again. I slowly moved closer to my mother. She noticed me, rinsed the foam off her hair, and opened her eyes to look at me. I was once again captivated by her loving gaze.

I cautiously asked, "Mom, didn't you used to forbid me from…?" My mother smiled and said, "This was unexpected. I was indeed a little drowsy just now. You carried me to the bed, and when I came to my senses, you were thrusting around wildly. You made me feel itchy, and I really couldn't bear to disappoint you, so…" I excitedly hugged my mother and began to kiss her passionately. After a few moments, we were both extremely excited. We dried ourselves off and somehow ended up back on the bed. This time, although it wasn't exactly smooth sailing, it was much better than before. I penetrated her for a full half hour, during which time my mother experienced that peculiar tremor twice. Finally, I ejaculated deep into her womb. The continuous activity left both my mother and me exhausted. That night, I held my mother and slept soundly.

The next morning, when I woke up, Mom was already up, sitting at her dressing table combing her hair. She was wearing the same nightgown I'd slept in with semen in Qingdao. I got excited again, jumped up, and grabbed Mom, trying to kiss her, but she stopped me, saying, "Honey, don't do this. Even though we... last night, we can't continue like this without restraint. After all, I'm your mother, and I know you're young, and once you taste this, you're easily tempted to indulge. If your father finds out, it'll be all over. So, Mom has to make a few conditions with you." I knew Mom was right, so I let her continue. "We'll still be like before. As long as you study hard, Mom will give you what you want, but we can't be too explicit, okay?" Hearing that I could still have sex with Mom, I obediently said, "Mom, whatever you say."

Mom smiled and said, "Sweetie, go wash your face and brush your teeth." But I was still hard, so I held onto Mom, saying, "Mom, I want it, Dad's not here anyway." Mom flicked me on the head and said, "I knew you'd do that." Before I could finish speaking, I had already picked her up and placed her on the bed.

My hands roamed over my mother's body, arousing her desire. Her two full, large breasts began to swell and harden under my caresses, and her legs began to loosen. I helped my mother take off her nightgown, and taking advantage of the moment, I spread her thighs apart, intentionally probing her vagina with my hand.

Gradually, my mother became very wet, and she grasped my thick penis, guiding it into her vagina. I pressed my mother down beneath me, and my penis began to thrust rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, left and right. The extreme pleasure made my mother extremely happy, and she began to moan loudly. My mother had thrown all sense of morality to the wind; she eagerly enjoyed this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts.

I kissed my mother, savoring her fragrance, and in the midst of the intense movements, I ejaculated once again. My mother, immersed in boundless joy, leaned against my chest, her body limp.

For the next few days, I slept in my mother's bed. She cooked delicious meals every day and came home early from work to be with me. I can't remember how many times we did it, but my technique improved significantly, and I finally understood that my mother's unusual trembling was a sign of orgasm. I discovered that my mother had orgasms every time, sometimes even twice, and the bond between mother and son reached a new level.

A few days later, my father came home, and my honeymoon with my mother ended. I became a good boy again, focusing on my studies every day, but every night when my mother brought me milk, she would kiss me for a while and let me touch her body. Although it was just a brief, fleeting moment, it motivated me to study.

Since having real sex with my mother, I started paying attention to my parents' sex life. They did it about once a week, often on weekends. My mother didn't moan much during sex; at least I couldn't hear a sound from outside the door. I only knew that shortly after they went to bed, my mother would go to the bathroom to wash for a while, so they must have already done it. This puzzled me. My mother would moan when she was with me, sometimes quite loudly. Did she and my father have a bad sex life?

It was Chinese New Year, and with so many relatives and guests visiting, my mom and I couldn't find a chance to be intimate, which made me feel really stifled. Finally, on the night of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, after I went to bed, I heard my mom go to the bathroom. Knowing she must have just finished with my dad, I quietly got up and went into the bathroom.

My mom was wearing pajamas, and she was wiping herself down with a towel. When she saw me come in, she smiled shyly and continued washing. I went over, took the towel, and helped her wipe herself. My mom didn't say anything, but I gradually realized that my goal wasn't to wipe her, but to make her even wetter. Her legs started to tremble a little, and I finally couldn't resist hugging her.

My mom said, "If you want to, hurry up." I immediately carried my mom to the sink, took off my pants, and thrust into her. Because she was already very wet, I entered her easily. I thrust hard, and my mom held me, trying her best not to make a sound. But even though I thrust in quickly and deeply, she couldn't help but moan. She quickly reached her climax, and I, too, ejaculated due to the novel position and forbidden pleasure. My mother and I quickly tidied up and went back to our rooms. My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down the next morning when nothing seemed amiss.

Later, I kissed my mother again, wondering why she moaned when we made love, but not when she was with my father. She shyly replied, "You're so young, and so thick and hard; it's only when Mom feels good that I moan." Seeing her shy expression, I realized I had surpassed my father sexually. For my mother's sexual happiness, I secretly vowed to study hard and, more importantly, to make love with her properly. Soon

, the second semester of my senior year of high school began. Because I had a real physical relationship with my mother, my sexual desire was released, and I felt that it would be a disservice to her if I didn't study hard, so I studied very diligently. Of course, when I returned home, my mother would always reward me. We seized every opportunity to make love, though each time was very short and rushed—almost as soon as we took off our clothes and immediately put them back on—but I still felt very comfortable, especially my mother. She became increasingly uninhibited, moaning loudly whenever we made love, and almost always reaching orgasm.

Humans are inherently insatiable creatures; desire seems like a bottomless pit. I gradually became dissatisfied with just making love with my mother; I wanted to sleep with her, to be together all night. But I never had the chance. Things changed during the college entrance exam.

July was scorching hot. Because my home was far from the exam venue, my family decided to book a room in a hotel near the venue so I could rest properly during the exam period. We booked a standard room, and my father decided that my mother would stay with me at the hotel each night to take care of me. Of course, he didn't know about my relationship with my mother, nor did he know what my mother needed most. On

July 6th, our family had dinner together, and my father took my mother and me to the hotel, telling me to rest well and focus on my exams, and to ask my mother to take good care of me before he went home.

I didn't feel much pressure about the college entrance exam because I knew I'd get into a top university. Besides, I'd taken so many exams that I was practically numb to it. But I couldn't miss the chance to be alone with my mom. As soon as she left, I hugged her, and her face turned red again. Even though we'd done it so many times, Yuexu, we were still mother and son, and she always blushed when I hugged and kissed her. Mom whispered, "You have an exam tomorrow, you need to rest well today." I kissed her and said, "Being with Mom is the best rest."

I quickly undressed her, stripping her naked like a lamb. Since we had plenty of time, I decided to flirt with her. I put her on the bed, and after some kisses and caresses, my mouth went to her genitals. Mom knew what I was going to do and hurriedly said, "No, you can't kiss there." But I had already started. I gently sucked on her labia, occasionally lightly biting her bright red clitoris.

With my sucking and licking, Mom gradually became aroused. Her thighs slowly clamped around my head, her skin gently undulating with my movements. She murmured, "Mom can't take it anymore, good boy, Mom can't take it."

Since it was my first time giving my mother oral sex, the unusual stimulation quickly brought her to orgasm. A torrent of fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, which I swallowed, leaving her genitals soaking wet.

After a long, labored breath, she said softly, "You're killing me, come on, I'll let you have your fill tonight." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her. I couldn't resist any longer and thrust my erect penis into her vagina. She cooperated by opening her legs, revealing her vulva for easy penetration. I was already experienced with this, so I guided my penis, aiming the head at her vagina, and gently inserted it. Although she was already soaking wet, she still let out a soft moan as my large penis entered. The warm, comfortable sensation of my mother's tight, fleshy opening gripping my penis excited me so much that I thrust my entire penis into her warm, tight vagina.

I began to thrust gently and slowly, but this thrusting gradually became rougher and more unrestrained. As my thrusting speed increased, the soft moans my mother initially made gradually turned into joyful groans.

After about a thousand thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. My mother, weakened by her second orgasm, let me press down on her. After a while, she pushed me away. I thought she was going to the bathroom to wash up, but instead, she rolled over and took my penis into her mouth. This was the first time my mother had let my penis into her mouth, and it was covered in my semen and her own fluids. My mother gently licked it, and her tenderness made my penis, which had just ejaculated, feel extremely comfortable. Soon, I became erect again. My mother looked up at me and continued her actions.

I could tell that this was my mother's first time giving oral sex to a man, and she wasn't very skilled, at least not like what I had seen in porn. She just held my penis in her mouth, carefully licking my glans, as if afraid of hurting me. But the stimulation was too much for me to bear, and I impulsively pressed my mother down on top of me again. Another storm of passion ensued.

Because of tomorrow's exam, my mother only did it with me twice and then wouldn't let me do it again. I could only hold my mother and fall asleep.

The next morning, Mom woke me up, and we took a shower together. In the bathroom, Mom gave me oral sex for a while, which made me so excited that I had sex with Mom in the bathtub. After we finished cleaning up, Dad came too. Mom and I resumed our mother-son relationship. After breakfast, I went to the exam hall.

The next two and a half days of exams went very smoothly, and so did my sex life with Mom. Having learned oral sex, we had another way to have fun. I even asked Mom to give me oral sex like in porn. Mom tried her best to satisfy me, making me feel incredibly comfortable every night. How could my exams not go well?

Unfortunately, the college entrance exam only lasted two and a half days. After the last exam, we went home. Dad told my classmates to relax, but I kept thinking about Mom's body and felt that everything else was meaningless. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, I naturally became addicted to it, especially since the person I shared the forbidden fruit with was my beautiful and lovely mother.

(IX)

After the college entrance exam, it felt like everything in the world had been done. I had nothing to do all day. It was supposed to be relaxing, but it was more uncomfortable than having something to do. My mind was no longer on studying; all that remained was my mother. Ever since I started giving her oral sex, I'd become obsessed with it, and she seemed to enjoy it too. In the subsequent times we made love, we'd always start with oral sex, getting really excited before penetration, which made the orgasms even more intense. We were really enjoying it.

My father had suggested we go out, but she was too busy at work to go, so we had to cancel. She even apologized to me, saying she'd give me oral sex until I ejaculated. But it wasn't necessary; I wouldn't force her if she was in a difficult situation.

This summer was especially hot, and everyone in the family wore very little clothing. Every time I saw my mother's body wrapped in thin clothes, I got incredibly excited, but there was no way I could have the chance—it was too rare. Although every time I had an affair with my mother, it was always enjoyable, but it wasn't something that happened often.

One evening, my mother was working overtime. My father and I had finished dinner, and then it started pouring rain. My mother didn't have any rain gear, so my father asked me to bring her some. When I finally arrived at my mother's workplace, I pushed open the door and saw her working at her desk. She was alone in the office. She looked up and saw me, soaking wet. Although I had an umbrella, the rain was too heavy and the wind was strong, making my clothes almost completely soaked.

Seeing me like this, my mother knew I had come to bring rain gear. She quickly ran over, pulled me into the room, closed the door, and, ignoring my soaked state, hugged me tightly, saying, "My good boy, I knew you were good. Come on, take off your wet clothes, don't catch a cold." She helped me take off my wet shirt. I'm already an eighteen-year-old young man, and my well-defined muscles still stunned my mother, who had seen them countless times. I watched her stare at my chest muscles, her fingers wiping the raindrops off my body, as if she were wiping her lover. I couldn't help but pull my mother into my arms. My mother leaned softly against me, and her familiar scent filled my nostrils. I immediately became aroused. Mom sensed it too and said, "Child, it's been so long since you've done it with Mom, come on, let Mom satisfy your craving today."

She then knelt down, pulled down my pants, and I felt my penis enter that wet, soft place again. With Mom sucking, I felt an intense, painful swelling down there, so I held Mom's head and started thrusting, as if I were penetrating her vagina. Soon after, I ejaculated into Mom's mouth. Strangely, this time Mom didn't spit out my semen as usual; instead, she swallowed it all. I helped Mom up, and just as I was about to ask, Mom smiled and said, "Good boy, Mom loves your stuff. I was shy before, but actually, Mom loves it when you ejaculate inside me, whether it's in my mouth or..."

Seeing Mom's joyful and satisfied smile, my penis felt like it was on fire again. I suddenly picked Mom up and placed her on the desk. Mom knew what I meant and cooperated by lifting her skirt and taking off her underwear. I reached out and touched her; Mom's area was completely wet, and her body trembled with the movement of my fingers. I guided my rock-hard penis, hard as iron, and slowly inserted it into my mother's body, beginning to thrust gently.

I kissed her cheeks and neck, reaching inside to caress her breasts, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I love you. I'm going to make you climax. Mom, are you comfortable?" My mother's breathing was rapid, and she gasped, "Okay, okay, good son, make Mom climax."

This time, I thrust for a long time, bringing my mother to orgasm almost three times. After I ejaculated again, my mother was too weak to even sit up, leaning against me for a long, long time before recovering. I lifted my mother off the table and saw a wet patch on it, unsure if it was mine or hers. It took us quite a while to clean up. Then we sat on the sofa in the office, caressing each other and chatting until the rain subsided before going home. From then on

, my mother and I found this new place. On weekends, my mother often said she had to work overtime, while I would use the excuse of meeting up with classmates to sneak into her office for a tryst. The desk, the sofa, the filing cabinet—all were our favorite spots for making love. Dad never suspected anything, and Mom's colleagues seemed lazy and never bothered us. That summer, Mom and I spent a very happy time together.

But good times are always short-lived. I was accepted into a prestigious university and was about to begin my studies in another city. The weekend before I left, Mom and I spent the whole day passionately entwined in her office. Finally, I completed my high school years with Mom's reward. But I know that Mom's reward will never end, just as Mom's love for me will last a lifetime.

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