Mother's groans

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My name is Sen, and I'm the eldest son in my family. When I was very young, I went to South America with my parents. We lived in a place similar to a large hotel with many different families, each family sharing a room. I grew up in a cramped environment because the rooms were small and poorly soundproofed. At night, I could faintly hear moaning sounds, like babbling in one's sleep. The whole hotel would suddenly fill with lewd noises, but they weren't very clear, and I didn't pay much attention to them.

This continued until we moved to a new house. At that time, I started sleeping in separate rooms from my parents. Although I slept separately from them, I would occasionally sleep with them. Then, I would hear those "moaning" sounds again. I remember once asking my mother, "Mom, why do I feel like I hear you moaning at night?"

My mother glanced at my father with a sly smile and said to me, "No, you must be mistaken. Are you dreaming?"

That's how my mother brushed me off. At that age, I was going through puberty, the stage every boy goes through. Because of puberty, I started paying attention to things related to sex, like the condoms my parents used, lubricant, and so on. But it was all just curiosity. I remember once finding a bunch of condoms in a drawer. Out of curiosity, I took one from the drawer and asked my mom, "What's this?"

I noticed my mom glanced at my dad with a sly smile and then said to me, "Um... nothing... put it back."

But how could my curiosity be satisfied with just that answer?! So one day I decided to secretly take a condom to the bathroom, open it, and although I didn't know what it was for, instinctively, after looking at it, I disposed of it by flushing it down the toilet. How could

a little kid like me realize that the sex I was looking for was right beside me?! This is what they call something far away yet so close at hand!

It wasn't until we moved to a new house, when I was 18 or 19, that my knowledge about sex gradually increased thanks to my classmates, friends, and my sex education teacher: the computer! Most of what I learned came from my friends and classmates. If I didn't understand something, I'd search it online, more diligently than doing any homework.

I remember the first time I encountered erotic novels. At first, I only read fantasy or martial arts adaptations, but after a while, I found them unexciting. Then one day, I read a fantasy novel about incest between a mother and son. I don't remember the title or the plot, and it didn't have much explicit sex, but it changed my life forever… From then on, I started reading incest novels, and like most incest novels, I began to pay attention to my mother. I noticed that although my mother was 37 years old and a mother of four, she didn't suffer from the postpartum weight gain that women usually experience; she only had some stretch marks, and her figure was still very slim. Most importantly, it was her face. My mother had a baby face, small but slightly pointed, like an oval. And most importantly, time seemed to have left no trace on her face, which is why I began to be infatuated with her.

From then on, I started reading incestuous novels about mothers and sons, imitating them and doing things that society considered dirty and shameful. I started peeping at my mother while she showered. There was a small gap between the bathroom door and the ventilation window, about the width of a finger—not very big, just a tiny crack. One time, I couldn't resist the urge to peep at my mother showering like in the novels, so I tiptoed to the bathroom. I used a chair to elevate myself, and the narrow gap revealed my voluptuous figure. My heart pounded, and I saw my mother showering completely naked. At first, I could only see my mother's back, her back as white as jade. Water dripped down her blanket, but unfortunately, due to the angle, I could only see her waist, not her buttocks. I really wanted to touch it—that was my first reaction upon seeing my naked mother. But beautiful moments are always fleeting. My mother finished washing quickly, actually after 15 minutes, and started getting dressed. It was then that I saw my mother's beautiful breasts again! They were a pair of breasts, not too big, not too small, round and full, probably a C cup (I'm not very good at judging, but based on a man's intuition, I felt it was a C cup). On those peaks stood two small brown nipples. Yes, since my mother was a mother of four, it would be strange if her nipples were still pink. My head went blank… and I immediately climbed down, put the chair back in its place, and hurriedly ran to my room. My mother had already put on her pink bra.

Once on the bed, my penis was throbbing to its limit. I started masturbating, fantasizing about my mother's muscular body and those beautiful breasts... My happiest moments were when my mother took a shower.

One night, I couldn't sleep because it was too hot, so I got up to take a shower. As I passed my parents' room, I noticed the door was open, but it was dark inside and I couldn't see anything. I thought it was probably because it was too hot, so I didn't pay much attention. Just then! I heard moaning! It was the sound I'd heard since I was a child! And having read so many erotic novels, how could I not recognize that sound? I hurriedly approached the door to see if I could hear it more clearly. Yes! I heard my mother moaning!

They seemed to have just started, and my mother seemed to think we were all asleep, so she was moaning quite loudly. Hearing those moaning sounds, my penis instantly became erect, but suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me. I immediately grabbed my MP3 player and carefully dropped it into a clothes bin to secretly record this rare and wonderful moment. Then I continued listening to my mother's moans, the soft, whimpering sounds coming from her mouth, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes rapid, sometimes brief and quick. I remember my dad was playing the Japanese version of "Wild Rose" sung by the Japanese singer in "Cape No. 7," and just as the song reached its chorus, my mother's moans began to rise higher and higher: "Oh... um... hum... um... yo... oh... um... hum um! ～～………… um……" Her ethereal moans almost made me ejaculate.

I immediately ran to my room and lay on the bed, filled with guilt. The sound of my mother's climax moans kept echoing in my mind, and I slowly drifted off to sleep. Miraculously, I didn't masturbate that night.

The next day, when my parents weren't in the room, I took out my MP3 player and listened to it. As I listened, I got an erection again, and I started masturbating. When my mother climaxed, I ejaculated along with her. The first time I heard a woman's moans of orgasm so clearly, it was like a celestial song. My mother's moans at that time were indescribable. This led me to limit the porn I watch to couples or lovers, because most of the sounds in Western films are fake, lacking the realism of my mother's. Only self-shot or secretly filmed videos attract me. Later, I even saved up to buy a tape recorder because MP3 recordings aren't very clear.

So I started paying attention to my parents' unusual behavior, and then I placed a tape recorder on their bedside table to secretly record their lovemaking. This was the only way to be absolutely sure, because it was impossible to hear as clearly every time as the first time. And since my parents always kept the door closed when they were doing it, I ended up being the one with the ears. (Next to my parents' room was the living room, separated by a wooden wall, but the planks were hollow, so when I was "eavesdropping," I could faintly hear my mother's moans, but not very clearly; they were only louder when she orgasmed.) And so, I started using my mother's worn sexy underwear to release my desires. Her underwear often had a very strong, pungent smell, quite strong. Many times I would find semen stains, and I would fantasize about how sexy my mother was! She had her father's semen soaking in her vagina for so long, or maybe he ejaculated too much. Even though she had wiped it away, there must have been some residue left. It took a whole day for the semen to flow out from deep inside her. Later, I would find wads of paper in the trash can in my parents' room. Many times, I would pick up the wettest wad; it was undoubtedly the vaginal fluid flowing from my mother's vagina. My mother had so much fluid! I would pick it up and smell it; it had a faint, slightly salty smell, not unpleasant, unlike the heavy, pungent smell of my mother's underwear. Most importantly, that smell aroused my animalistic instincts. I couldn't help but masturbate and ejaculate onto the wad of paper used to wipe the vaginal fluid flowing from my mother's vagina.

But I regret that I never saw my parents having sex. However, I saw it twice by chance! The first time I saw it, I wasn't very clear. It was late at night, and I got up to pee. As I passed my parents' room, I noticed the light was on. I knew something was up, so I approached the door. (My parents' door had individual panes of clear glass, and they had stickers in the room to prevent peeping, but the stickers were worn and tattered, making it easy to see inside, though not a large hole, but enough for me.) However, because the wardrobe in my parents' room blocked the entire bed, I couldn't see much. But that time, I was lucky because they were already at the edge of the bed! From this angle, I could see my mother's head to her shoulders, and my father was on top of her. He had her feet on his shoulders and was grabbing her ankles, thrusting hard. My mother's pink legs were kicking in the air, and her whole body was twisting and turning. From outside the door, I could hear the creaking of the bed from my father's vigorous thrusting and my mother's moans, "Hmm...Hmm...Go!" "Go! ... Hurry up! Hurry up! Hmm... Oh oh... Hmm... So good! ... Hurry up! Hmm... Hmph hmph hmph hmm hmm! ! ~~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~" It turned out I had just caught my mother's climax. This time I didn't leave immediately. I stayed to see if my mother was wearing sexy lingerie or lingerie (because I had once rummaged through my parents' room to see my mother's lingerie and sexy panties). About 5 minutes later, I saw my mother wearing black underwear and getting off the bed. I was a little stunned, but I immediately realized that she seemed to have seen a figure outside the door. I immediately ran to my room and pretended to be asleep. Not long after, my father came to check on us. After that, my father put new paper on the glass surfaces, and my parents started sleeping in separate rooms. My opportunities to eavesdrop also decreased. Most importantly, I didn't know which room to put the tape recorder I bought.

But I saw it again on another occasion. That night, Mom deliberately took a shower in the bathroom next to Dad's room. That bathroom had a door leading to Dad's room, and the ventilation window and door were also slightly ajar. That was the first time I saw Mom's whole body. Her buttocks were slightly upturned, full and elastic, her typical woman's breasts were firm and full, and her abdomen was flat without an ounce of fat. Mom's skin was as white as jade, her pubic hair was sparse, dotted with countless glistening water droplets, exuding a decadent aura. Her long, black hair was tied back, and her beautiful face was absolutely stunning. Then Mom finished showering, put on a sexy pink lingerie, and went into Dad's room. At this point, I changed my position, because the ventilation window was open, so I could see the side of Dad's bed from the right side of the opening. Mom giggled seductively as she walked to Dad's bedside. Dad was looking at her with a lewd expression. He then eagerly pulled her onto the bed and began kissing her. His mouth moved back and forth across Mom's neck and ears, while Mom kept moaning, "Oh...oh...um...um..." as if in pain yet also wanting what Dad was doing. Dad's lips moved down to Mom's breasts; while kissing one breast, his other hand grasped her other breast, his large hand completely enveloping her nipple. Dad's assault didn't seem to stop there. He then moved down to Mom's genitals, and Mom's moans became even more intense. Then, Dad's mouth stopped between Mom's legs, and he extended his tongue, licking between her legs. Suddenly, Mom's reaction became even more intense; she kept moaning, "Um...um...ah...so good~", and grabbed Dad's head, shoving it between her legs. Her legs were naturally spread wide, raised high, to accommodate her father's head. Suddenly, her father straddled her face, shoving his penis into her mouth while his mouth remained between her legs, sucking and licking, making soft "sizzling" sounds. Startled by this sudden thrust, her voice became "oh...woo...oh...mmm," and the room fell silent. Her father's large penis pumped in and out of her mouth for nearly five minutes before they reluctantly separated. As soon as they lay down, her father immediately climbed on top of her, kissing her passionately. His hands were also busy, caressing her body. Then, he removed his hands, and his large penis thrust forcefully between her wide-open legs towards her vagina. As Mommy was thrust into, her breasts seemed to vibrate, and she cried out, "Ouch... Gently... Gently... You're so impatient... Can't hold back anymore?... Oh... It's all in... So... Good... So good... Oh... Oh... Hmm... Hmm..." Daddy's big penis moved in and out of Mommy's vagina repeatedly, sometimes even circling around her, making Mommy feel incredibly happy. At this moment, Mommy moaned,

"I really want to swallow the whole thing with my pussy... Hmm... Hmm..." "Swallow the whole thing?" Daddy said, touching Mommy's breasts.

"Hmm! Swallow the whole thing... Hmm..." Then Mommy rolled over onto Daddy, becoming woman on top.

"Oh...woo...oh...oh...um...hum...um...yo...um hum...so exciting~...um...um...I ate the whole thing~um...um...um...um...I put the whole thing inside...oh um...oh um...um..." Mom was completely unrestrained, dancing the Gangnam Style dance non-stop. Dad was enjoying touching and licking Mom's bouncing breasts.

Then Mom's voice became louder, "Hum yo~...hum yo~...faster~...faster~um~...oh oh~oh...um~so good~...faster~um~...hum hum hum hum um hum!" "Hmm... ... I immediately climbed down, not wanting to be discovered by my mother like last time (after all, if they looked to their left, they would see my head). I never had the chance to see it again, but I continued to secretly record them having sex with a better tape recorder.

My mother's moans had become an addiction…

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