[Buttocks]

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Author: jungelin

Published on the forum on June 14, 2015

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VII. One More Time

After that day, I began to look forward to my mother's next checkup every day. But three days passed and my mother
didn't make a move, which made me very anxious. Desire, once it's there but can't be released, will
itch like ants.

Many times I almost couldn't resist making the first move, but I was afraid of arousing suspicion. Once this opportunity was lost,
it might be gone forever. So I forcibly suppressed myself, telling myself to wait a little longer. If I could use this to help
my mother gradually accept some things, even get used to some things, then I would have hit the jackpot.

Of course, I wasn't idle during this time either. I kept launching sweet-talking attacks on my mother. In fact, no
woman dislikes sugar-coated bullets. Every morning, I would flatter my mother, saying things like, "Mom, you
look beautiful again today," or "Mom, you look like a flower that has been nourished, your face is even more rosy," or "Mom, do you know, if we were to choose the teacher with the best figure at
school , it would definitely be you. Compared to you, the other teachers are like deflated balloons,
without any moisture..."

Of course, I would intentionally or unintentionally hint at sexuality in these words. From my mother's perspective, she must have understood the possible meaning
behind , but perhaps she thought her son was just saying it casually and didn't associate me with sex,
so she wasn't angry. Sometimes, she would even blush and shyly retort, "Nonsense, don't disrespect
the other teachers." Other times, she would act like a little girl, saying coyly, "Really? Mom, is this dress really pretty?
Your father doesn't know how to appreciate it..." Through these snippets of information every day, I vaguely knew that my mother wasn't very satisfied with my father
lately . Men, after all, it's hard for women to have both career and love. This was undoubtedly a
breakthrough for me, and it also allowed me to get closer to my mother.

Of course, what I really wanted to know was how my parents' sex life was. This was not only
important for my later plans, but it would also provide some explanation for my mother's affair. Some might ask why I didn't
try to spy on my parents having sex to gather intelligence. I just want to say, how many parents actually have sex without locking the door? Besides,
our door is quite soundproof, and my parents don't have sex every day. If I were to watch them every day, how could I attend class
the next day ? My long-term family education has instilled in me a strong sense of importance for my studies. During this time, I also tried
to sneak into my parents' room again, but I didn't find any aphrodisiacs. This basically indicated that either their
sex life had become merely a formality, or my father could completely satisfy my mother. Revolution is difficult indeed!

Oh, and I forgot to report on my physical contact with my mother. On Tuesday, my mother
was wearing a business skirt. As she bent over to put on her shoes, the skirt perfectly outlined her hips, revealing
glimpses of her underwear on both sides. Ordinary underwear did seem a bit small for my mother's large buttocks, but this only accentuated
her undeniable allure. Looking down at my mother's plump buttocks, they resembled ripe peaches,
round and full, seemingly dripping with juice. My hormones surged, and I almost couldn't resist taking a bite
—

I figured one bite would release a lot of juice. Having learned from my previous experience, I was bolder this time. I tremblingly reached out and gently patted
my mother's buttocks. A soft smack—the sound many men dream of. The soft, smooth feel made me want to squeeze
it, but reason told me to wait. "Mom, your butt is so big…" My mother was startled, but this time there wasn't a
strong reaction, unlike last time when she grabbed me and lectured me. However, I noticed her legs still trembled slightly.
What did that mean? I didn't understand. Pleasure? I felt life wasn't as far-fetched as novels.

"Are you kidding me! What kind of son talks to his mother like that?" My mother turned her head, her eyes slightly reproachful, her delicately furrowed brows
possessing a unique charm.

My lower body gradually swelled and ache. I said to my mother, "Mom, no wonder you can give birth to a son. The ancients were right,
big buttocks are good for childbirth!"

At this moment, my mother had already put on her exquisite sandals. Her jade-like feet were almost unbelievably small. In ancient times,
they wouldn't have needed to bind their feet. Her delicate toes were also very beautiful, painted with light pink nail polish.
Anyone who didn't know her would definitely think that these were the feet of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

"What nonsense you talk about all day long. You don't learn anything good, but you make such a big deal out of this stuff." After saying that, my mother gave me a
flick on the forehead.

"It's all Mom's fault!" I pretended to be aggrieved and pouted.

My mother put one hand on her hip and grabbed my ear with the other: "You're blaming me now? What did I do?"

"It's because Mom's buttocks are too beautiful!" After saying that, my eyes glanced at my mother's plump buttocks again.

My mother immediately increased the pressure on my ear: "I told you not to talk nonsense all day long. Where are you looking!"

My ear hurt, but I was secretly overjoyed. It seemed that my mother was not averse to this kind of topic. I had a chance.

I cried out dramatically, "Ouch, that hurts!" I displayed the typical childish stubbornness, "You won't let me see? I'll
see anyway! I'll spank Mommy's big bottom!" Then, seizing the opportunity, I gave Mommy's bottom
a felt so good; the thrill of a secret affair couldn't be greater.

Then I ran out the door, my mother chasing after me with her playful scolding. Amidst the playful tussle, Mommy and I got into the car.
Our relationship seemed to have grown closer, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed. Sometimes, the physical connection really is
a good way to communicate feelings.

In the car, the ethereal and clear voice of Mommy's favorite singer, Faye Wong, filled the air: "Sometimes, sometimes I believe
everything has an end. Meeting and parting both have their time; nothing lasts forever.

" Suddenly, Mommy's voice came: "Hey, Tiantian, I have a question for you."

"Hmm?" I glanced sideways at Mommy's smooth, plump thighs and answered casually.

"Um, Mommy, is Mommy's bottom really that beautiful?" Mommy finished speaking, biting her lip,
two blushes appearing on her face.

After hearing that, I almost spat it all out if I hadn't been mouthless! My mom actually asked such
a question ! In an instant, I felt like the world had changed. I asked incredulously, "Mom, Mom, what did you just say?"

My mom glared at me and said, "Never mind if you didn't hear me."

I thought, "This is outrageous! How could I just let it go like that?" I quickly replied, "No, no, I
heard you, I'm just a little uncomfortable." I scratched my head, putting on an innocent expression, which earned me a
glare from my mom.

"Mom's butt is really beautiful, the most beautiful I've ever seen. It's not only big, but also perky..."
"Like a ripe peach, who doesn't like a peach!"

I could feel my mother's legs trembling slightly, but her voice still reached my ears normally:
"Why do you sound so lewd... But, your father doesn't seem to like big butts, he even said that
women with big butts look, look..."

"Look like what?" I asked anxiously, and hearing that my father didn't like my mother's big butt, I immediately
perked up.

"Look like a slut..." my mother said, her face flushed, and even the car sluggish for a moment.

"How could Dad say that about you, Mom? It's one thing for him not to appreciate female beauty, but to say that big butts look
slutty, that's going too far. Besides, even if Mom is slutty, isn't she only slutty for him to see?" I took the opportunity to sow discord
, of course I knew it might not be just one person, and the corners of my mouth twisted slightly.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who's slutty?" My mother turned to look at me, a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

Seeing this, I quickly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "I'm sorry, Mom, I misspoke. I didn't mean it that way. I was just feeling
indignant on your behalf. Please don't be angry, Mom."

Mom continued looking at the road ahead, seemingly letting out a sigh, "Sigh, Mom doesn't blame Tiantian. I know you
're on my side. Actually, it's not entirely your father's fault. Maybe everyone has their own preferences, and having a big butt really
isn't a good thing..." Mom's eyes drifted off, as if she were recalling something from the past.

I didn't notice this detail and continued to flatter her, "Mom, it's really Dad who doesn't know how to appreciate things.
Don't take the blame on yourself. People say women with big butts are blessed, and big butts also symbolize strong fertility,
which in another way shows a woman's radiance! Dad doesn't know how to appreciate things, just show me, I understand!" After saying that, I
realized I had gone a bit too far.

Sure enough, the car fell silent. Mom glanced at me in surprise, then smiled and said, "Don't talk nonsense.
Is there any son in the world like you who asks his mother for a look at his butt?"

"Hmph, it's because Dad doesn't appreciate Mom's beauty. If he doesn't want it, I will. Mom's butt will
always , and Mom, you will always be the most beautiful in my eyes." Seeing Mom's attitude, I breathed a sigh of relief,
but my penis twitched. I had been stimulated too much this morning. This wasn't like a mother and son; it was more like a couple
flirting .

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense. You're getting more and more ridiculous. You're just being childish." I didn't know if Mom meant
I could see it later or what she meant. I couldn't figure out Mom's attitude for a moment, but I knew that if I followed
this trend, I would definitely get what I wanted.

"Mom, from now on, you can talk to me about everything, okay? I'm not a child anymore, I
understand . Like just now, I can help you relieve your worries, okay?" I felt
that there were still some problems beneath Mom and Dad's seemingly perfect marriage, and helping Mom solve these problems would undoubtedly help me get closer to her and
find the weaknesses in their marriage.

"Yes, you should talk to Mom every day. Mom also feels that we haven't communicated enough before."

I was overjoyed, but I didn't show it. I secretly watched as
the seatbelt , like a wild horse roaring to break free.

Perhaps you'll accompany me to watch the gentle flow of time after I've seen all the scenery. (Wang Fei's song ends.) Two more days passed, and my mother and I were now able to talk about anything, though not to the point of being sexually open. We mostly talked about breasts and buttocks. I also told her about my feelings towards the girls at school. To be honest, I didn't find them attractive

; they were just developing green apples, nothing compared to my mother's ample breasts and buttocks. When my mother heard this, she scolded me for being a pervert, saying I must be excessively Oedipal, which was dangerous. Through our conversations, my mother had gradually come to understand my Oedipus complex, but she didn't seem to object or blame me much, leaving me completely confused about her attitude. You, the readers, are probably more interested in the physical progress between my mother and me. The good news is that touching my mother's buttocks is no longer a problem. How many children are as fortunate as me to caress their beautiful mother's ample buttocks? The bad news is that my relationship with my mother has reached a bottleneck, making it difficult for me to break through. However, these past few days, I've been quite satisfied with constantly finding opportunities to pat or even rub my mother's buttocks. One evening, when Dad was home, I saw Mom's plump buttocks in the kitchen, looking like they were about to burst out of the door. I couldn't help but feel aroused. I went to the kitchen with my erection, slapped Mom's buttocks, and subtly pinched them: "Mom, what's for dinner?" Mom seemed even more guilty than I was. She quickly turned to look at Dad in the living room, and seeing him reading the newspaper , she breathed a sigh of relief: "You've got some nerve! If your dad sees you, you're dead meat!" "Mom, of course I only came to caress Mom's buttocks because I saw Dad engrossed in reading the newspaper. Now they're mine, and I want to seize every moment to make up for Dad's neglect of them. By the way, does Mom mean I can touch Mom's buttocks whenever Dad's not around?" "You're going to die, get out!" Mom was furious and embarrassed. She slapped me a few times and chased me out of the kitchen. What I didn't notice was that Mom's legs were trembling uncontrollably. I hummed a song as I left the kitchen. Seeing how happy I was, Dad asked, "Son, what's making you so excited ?" "Ah, of course, it's because there's something delicious tonight!" I grinned. Mom's ass really tastes good. Since Dad doesn't understand, I'll do it for you. ———————————————————————— By Friday, I was almost in despair about hoping Mom would masturbate again, but hope often rises from despair. Friday night came again. Tomorrow was the weekend, and Mom had nothing to do at school, so she and I had an early holiday. That evening, after Mom showered, she told me to shower too, and then I'd go to her room. In the bathroom, I still held Mom's underwear, smelling its pungent scent, and then I masturbated. After showering, I went to Mom's room. The room was dimly lit, casting a hazy glow on Mom. She was wearing a silk nightgown that tightly wrapped her curvaceous body. Sitting upright, Mom was preparing lessons with a textbook in her hand, so pure and unapproachable that only one word came to mind: dignified and elegant. My first glance fell on my mother's plump bottom. Pressed down on the bed by her full weight, it appeared somewhat flat, and the flesh bulging out to the sides accentuated its shape.

Her legs were large and shapely. A pair of beautiful legs, barefoot, dangled in the air, flawless and without a single blemish, like natural
jade , warm and smooth. Her delicate toes, like playful children, wiggled and wriggled incessantly.

Seeing me come in, Mom beckoned and asked, "Let's continue the check-up today. Is it small now?"

I immediately became excited; I'd finally waited for this. Feeling that it wasn't hard, I honestly answered,
"Yes."

"Then take off your pants." Mom looked at me, her face slightly flushed. After many days of intimate interaction,
Mom and I were no longer as shy as the first time. I couldn't pretend anymore and boldly took off my pants.

Of course, if I was still limp after taking off my pants, I would have lost tonight. So, my
previously limp little brother quickly grew larger the moment I took off my pants, pointing directly at Mom.

"Mom, Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Look, it was definitely soft just now." I
looked at my mother somewhat embarrassedly, deliberately thrusting my penis towards her. Looking at her beautiful and alluring face,
my penis twitched again, seemingly swelling a little larger. The purplish glans, engorged with blood,
stared at my mother like a venomous snake, its red tongue flicking.

My mother, seeing my aggressive penis, couldn't help but step back, her face flushed, and glared at
me angrily: "Why are you doing this again? Did you do it on purpose?" After saying that, my mother, I don't know where she got the courage, actually
slapped my penis. "You naughty thing."

Instantly, a jolt of electricity shot from the glans throughout my body, making me tremble uncontrollably. Of course, I couldn't just
show my current pleasure like that. Instead, I covered my penis with both hands, bent over, and pretended to be in pain: "Ah, it hurts,
Mom, it hurts so much." After saying that, my face contorted in agony.

My mother was startled by this and quickly knelt down in front of me. Mom grabbed my shoulders,
shaking me gently, looking anxiously at my face, and said nervously, "Tian Tian, I'm sorry, Mom's sorry, Mom
didn't mean it! Are you alright? Let Mom see, quick, quick!" As she spoke, she frantically
pushed my hands away.

My enormous penis jumped in front of Mom's face again, the scent of male hormones instantly assaulting her
nose , making her breathing seem erratic. Mom tried to remain calm, carefully
checking around my penis. Seeing that it seemed alright, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Mom's earnest and adorable expression, a surge of lust rose in my abdomen. I could feel the warm breath from Mom's
slightly parted lips hitting my penis, and I felt like my penis was about to explode.

"Does it still hurt?" Mom seemed to realize something, moving her face away from me slightly, still
anxious . I felt a pang of heartache, but I couldn't relax; tonight was extremely
important for my relationship with Mom.

"It hurts," I said, my face contorted in pain.

Mom panicked and hurriedly asked, "Ah, it still hurts? Where does it hurt?"

A sly smile crept across my face. "It hurts from being swollen."

Upon hearing this, Mom instantly adopted a coquettish demeanor, raising her hand to hit me, but then hesitated:
"You little rascal, are you trying to get me killed?"

Looking at Mom's mature and alluring figure, her chest exposed as she squatted, a deep cleavage
connecting one to the mysterious path. Her two snow-white breasts seemed dissatisfied from being squeezed,
threatening to burst out of her bra. Upon closer inspection, Mom's two purple
nipples seemed to have already playfully escaped. From Mom's smooth back, her large buttocks, protruding from her kneeling position
, seemed to beckon to me, swaying their bodies seductively, begging for their owner's caresses. Ah, I
couldn't take it anymore .

Seeing my mother trying to get up, I pressed down on her shoulders with both hands. "Mom, help me get it out,
it hurts so much ."

My mother turned her face away and said in a coquettish tone, "No way, do it yourself."

How could I give up so easily? I gently shook my mother's shoulders, putting a little pressure on her. "Mom,
please, I really feel so bad, it's so swollen and painful. If you help me get it out, I can check it." I
looked at , hoping to gain her sympathy.

"You little rascal," my mother uttered softly, no longer looking at me. She slowly reached out and carefully
placed on my penis. Feeling the softness of my mother's small hand, I had an uncontrollable urge to ejaculate. Luckily, I had already
ejaculated once before, otherwise it would have been embarrassing. I kept inhaling and exhaling, trying to control the feeling of ejaculation, and slowly suppressed it. I
put one hand behind my mother's head, stroking her hair to let her feel my encouragement, and the other hand on my mother's
shoulder, rubbing it and making her move closer to me.

This was the second time Mom helped me masturbate. While she wasn't exactly experienced, it was easier and smoother than the first time.
At first, Mom was hesitant to look at my penis, but gradually, as her hands got the rhythm right, her eyes focused
on it.

I seized the opportunity to encourage her, "Mmm, Mom, your hands are so soft, it feels so good."

Mom replied, "You little rascal, always teasing me. First you wanted to see my butt,
and when I told you not to pinch it, you threw a tantrum. Now you want me to do this for you." She then looked up at me with a glare, a
look was so alluring it almost killed me. I quickly focused my attention, silently reciting various chemical
principles to suppress my inner rage.

I watched as my mother's soft flesh moved back and forth on my penis, her body leaning forward and backward, her slightly open
mouth constantly exhaling. It made me imagine her sucking on my penis, imagining it
penetrating deeper into her throat. I imagined her looking up at me with a mournful gaze, as if saying, "Your penis is so big,
it hurts so much."

My mother was now quite close, her face almost touching my penis. Perhaps
overwhelmed of a man, her eyes were slightly closed, her face flushed crimson.

I slowly slid my hand from her shoulder to her back, stroking
the outline , thinking she wouldn't notice. But she immediately looked up at me: "Don't touch me."

Undeterred, I lifted her bra strap and then let it fall, flicking it against her shoulder: "Good Mom,
just let me touch it once. It's not like I haven't touched it before when I was little. This way I can cum faster."

My mother started panting, giving me a sidelong glance, and suddenly increased the pressure in her hand in protest, but
didn't say anything more.

I was overjoyed; there was hope. I slowly moved my hand from my mother's back to her chest. Her pajamas
could ; her large breasts were already overflowing the small space and began to swell to both sides.
I carefully drew a line on the left side of her breast with my right index finger. My mother's body began to tremble slightly, but
she didn't stop me. Perhaps she thought, just as I said, that she had eaten all kinds of things when she was a child.

My fingers gradually increased from one to two, then to three, until my entire right hand grasped
my mother's . It felt like holding a marshmallow, sinking in, and when I pulled it out, it was sweet and
sticky, not letting me leave. I gently tightened my grip from the side, feeling the heavy softness
change shape in my hand, and a sense of conquest arose spontaneously. When I squeezed it, I suddenly realized that my mother's breasts
were much larger and thicker than I had imagined, and her bra seemed to be a size too small.
I could tell from the beautiful flesh overflowing from her bra that it was only because my mother was dressed conservatively that her huge breasts were hidden. Otherwise, I don't know how many people would be captivated by this devilish
figure .

Before I knew it, my hand was already at my mother's chest. Instead of attacking directly, I
circled around to her lower body, cupping one breast in my hand and giving it a light, flippant hefty feel. A wicked smile crept across my face. "Mom,
I didn't know you were this big!"

My mother's breathing quickened. She slapped my bottom. "It's all your fault!
It wasn't this big before. Ever since you came into my life, it's kept getting bigger. Now I don't dare wear a proper bra
out ."

"Why doesn't Mom wear a proper bra? Wouldn't a small one hide such a perfect figure?"

"Do you think I want this? It's
uncomfortable . Besides, my breasts are getting quite noticeable now, and I'm afraid your dad will say something if I don't tone it down."

Hearing this, I thought I had another chance and said unhappily, "Why is it always Dad? Why does he have to control everything?"

Mom glanced at me and said softly, "It's not that he made me do this. I'm just afraid he'll have
a problem with it. It's better to avoid trouble. Kids don't understand."

After Mom finished speaking, she lowered her eyebrows, and for a moment I seemed to see a hint of loneliness. I gently stroked
Mom , patting her head like I would a child. "Mom,
how about you wear it at home for me to see from now on? Actually, I don't really want other men to see your beautiful parts. If you're afraid of Dad,
it's okay. I will protect you and love you well. I will always be on Mom's side. Mom, how about I
just ?"

I seemed to hear Mom moaning. "You little pervert, we'll talk about it later. Men are all selfish."

After saying that, she started stroking my penis quickly in a coquettish manner.

I persisted, thrusting my penis towards my mother relentlessly. "Mom, please, let me admire you
properly . Your beauty shouldn't be buried like this, okay?" I said, increasing
the pressure with both hands, trying to intimidate her, looking down at the beauty beneath me, waiting for her response.

"Mmm..." my mother uttered a barely audible sound.

I was overjoyed and couldn't help but pinch her cheek. "Good girl!" I used the opportunity to press the head of my penis against her lips
. She quickly turned her head away and squeezed my penis hard. "Take it away, it stinks."

Seeing that my mother wasn't angry, I used my right hand to squeeze her large breasts from the front, though I could only
grasp about half of them. My left hand, taking advantage of her inattention, slipped inside her bra and squeezed her nipple.
Only then did I realize that her small nipples had long since become large. At the same time, I said with a hint of revenge,
"You made Mom say I stink, I'm going to punish you." Then I increased the pressure even more.

"Ah, be gentle, it hurts! Okay, it doesn't smell bad, it doesn't smell bad. You smell the best, little Tiantian. You're just as naughty as Tiantian, always
bullying your mom." Mom looked at me pitifully, as if she had been bullied, looking incredibly endearing. I
couldn't hold back any longer, and a gush of semen shot out, leaving my fluids on Mom's face, mouth, and chest,
extremely lewd.

Mom stared blankly as I ejaculated all over her, her chest heaving with each shot. It took her a long time to react, and at the same time, she felt
a strange sensation in her nipples. She clutched her chest, let out a cry, and ran into the bathroom.

After a while, Mom came out, looked at my still erect penis, and gave me a hard flick on the forehead: "Tell me, did you do it
on purpose ?"

Of course, I wouldn't admit it: "Tiantian really didn't do it on purpose, it just wouldn't go soft. How about Mom gives
me another go?"

"Dream on! I've been busy all day and I'm exhausted, and it's still not working. You've eaten all the tofu, you bastard.
I don't see anything wrong with you, and you don't need any tests." Mom put her hands on her hips,
looking , as if she had seen through my little scheme.

I was too embarrassed to pester her any longer. I'd already had a fruitful night; I'd conquered my mother's sanctuary. I
believed conquering her was just a matter of time.

I slowly walked towards her, hugged her from behind, and inserted my penis between her legs. My mother felt my
size and squirmed uncomfortably, trying to escape. "What do you want to do?" she asked nervously.

"Nothing, I just want to thank you, Mom. Mom, can you help me again in the future?"

"Dream on!" My mother kept squirming. Didn't she know this was dangerous?

"Mom, just say yes. I can't do it myself right now." With that, I intentionally thrust my
penis back and forth between her buttocks.

Mom quickly pushed me away and straightened her clothes. "Go back to your room first. Your dad will be back soon.
If he sees you naked, he's dead meat. We'll talk about this later."

I suddenly felt like my future was bright. I walked up to Mom and kissed her hard on the lips. "Thanks, Mom!
You're so good! Remember to wear a proper bra when Dad's not home!" I happily
rolled back to my room before Mom could react. Behind me, Mom scolded again, "You little rascal, I'll beat you to death!"

A smile crept onto my face; my future seemed bright.

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