QQ Mom (1)

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On my sixteenth birthday, I finally got my own computer. Although my mother said it was for me and told me to study hard and not spend too much time in internet cafes, I always suspected that wasn't the only reason. After all, her job also required a computer…
My mother is 38 years old this year, has a doctorate, and is a senior researcher at a biological research institute. As for what kind of senior position she holds, and what she researches, I don't really know. She told me, but I didn't know either, and I didn't care to know. Students, after all, just go to school, come home, go to school, come home, eat well, dress warmly, and have fun. Of course, the premise is that they must keep up with their studies, which isn't difficult for me, the son of a doctorate.
My father, he also has a doctorate, and he and my mother were classmates. They got married while they were in graduate school, and that's how I was born. My father is someone I greatly admire. Unfortunately, fate is cruel. When I was just starting elementary school, my father was doing fieldwork, trying to collect an extremely rare herb, when he fell off a cliff dozens of meters high, making a complete sacrifice for his scientific career…
Although my father is gone, I've always felt he's still with me all these years, especially his passion for his work and his love for my mother. Growing up, my ideal—to dedicate myself to science like him and to be filial to my mother—has become, though not my ideal.
Actually, I'm also somewhat influenced by my mother in this respect, because she often talks about my father to me, praising him in this and that, and telling me to study hard and become a successful man like him. I think besides educating and encouraging me, it's also her way of remembering my father.
In recent years, my mother has been even more so, asking me about this and that whenever she has free time, and "criticizing" me based on my father's standards, even my appearance. She says I'm becoming more and more like my father, and the neighbors and my mother's colleagues think so too. But my classmates say I look like Dao Ming Si from "Meteor Garden," and I don't disagree with that.
My mother cares about me a lot, which outsiders can't see because of her work. My mom is often away from home because of work, so my meals, except for breakfast, are basically irregular. I'm used to it and understandable, since my comfortable life is all thanks to her. Because of this, I seem particularly independent and free among my peers.
Saturday was another boring weekend. After finishing two bowls of instant noodles, my mom still hadn't come home. Luckily, a phone call challenging me to a Counter-Strike
game gave me some relief. In the sweltering summer internet cafe, the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke filled everyone's nostrils. In front of the computer screen, I dodged and weaved, leaping and bounding, avoiding danger and eliminating enemies one by one. But even heroes are made of flesh and blood. After several hours of frantic activity, my eyes blurred and my hands stiffened. I had no choice but to gloriously withdraw from the battle.
But my friends were still engrossed in their game, and I felt embarrassed to go home first. So, I just wandered around online, chatting here and there.
Suddenly, a chat room called "Mother and Son's Passion" caught my eye. How could I, in the throes of puberty, resist the pull of curiosity?
I glanced around; everyone was busy with their own things. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, I entered the chat room. But as soon as I stepped in, I was shocked. A barrage of disgusting yet thrilling words flashed across the screen: "Good son, come fuck your mom!" "Mommy wants your big cock!" "Mommy feels so good!"...
I froze for a moment. My first instinct after regaining my composure was to quit immediately.
I let out a long sigh, but my mind was still racing.
"What's wrong?" my friend suddenly asked, clearly having noticed something. It startled me.
"N-nothing... just a little tired," I quickly stretched.
"Why aren't you playing?" my friend asked again.
"I'm not playing anymore, my eyes are blurry."
"Damn, what kind of CS number one is he? Looks like you should give up that position to me. Damn it, who stabbed me in the back...
Damn it..." My friend went back into the fray, and my heart finally settled down.
I continued browsing online, but those provocative words kept swirling in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to shake them off. Finally, I couldn't resist and went back into that chat room. To be able to speak, I even registered a username called "Good Kid CS."
Since I was still a newbie and had just joined, I didn't speak immediately but waited and saw what would happen.
There were about a hundred people in the chat room, half of them were women, and only about twenty or thirty were speaking publicly. But that was enough for lewd and provocative words to roll across the screen.
After a while, I mustered up the courage to send three words, "Hello everyone," but three minutes passed and no one responded. So, I decided to take the initiative. Of course, this required a lot of courage, but courage alone isn't enough without luck. I proactively greeted about a dozen girls with particularly attractive and suggestive names, but they all ignored me. The two most polite ones only replied with "I'm busy." My
earlier excitement had subsided considerably. I initially wanted to leave, but I couldn't bear to. Even if I couldn't participate, watching from the sidelines was quite thrilling, at least it was novel.
Suddenly, a girl named "Paternity Test" greeted me, and my blood boiled again.
"Are you busy?" she asked bluntly.
"No," I replied immediately.
"Want to have sex with me online?" It seemed I was having a lucky day online, encountering such a forthright girl.
"Of course, I'm very good at it." Although I was still a novice, I couldn't let her know.
"Then you have to answer my questions honestly, and you can't ask me questions. I'll tell you what I can, okay?" "
Of course." Although I felt this girl's request was a bit unreasonable, I agreed in order to understand their inner thoughts more deeply. Actually, I just thought it would be fun.
"Okay, let's settle this privately."
Privately? What does that mean? This stumped me, but I was too embarrassed to ask her. Wouldn't that ruin my image?
Just as I was considering whether to ask a friend, a notification popped up on the screen, saying, "Paternity testing requests to establish a private chat channel with you."
Oh! So it's a private chat. No wonder there are so many people here, but so few people speaking. Luckily, my ignorance wasn't discovered, and I immediately agreed.
"How old are you?" the paternity testing expert asked immediately, like taking a census.
"17." Although I'm only 16, being too honest isn't good.
"Okay, about the same age as my son. Where are you from?" This question startled me. I really didn't know if today was a lucky day or a bad day, but since I was here, I'd see.
"Yinhai." I answered honestly.
"What a coincidence, me too. Are you still in school?"
"Yes."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. Wasn't this telling everyone I was a virgin?
"Great, do you love your mom?"
"Of course I do." I answered without hesitation, but then I realized something was off. The love she meant might not be the same as my love. But I ignored her and let her interpret it.
"Good, what a good child! I love you the most. Let's begin." The exciting moment was finally about to arrive.
"Wait, I still want to ask you a few questions." I couldn't just let myself be bossed around like this, so I couldn't help but ask, risking the end of the conversation.
She immediately stopped, and I wondered if she had left.
"Okay, I'll answer what I can, and I hope you won't force yourself to answer what I can't." It seemed she had considered it for a while.
"Are you pretty?" This question was obviously redundant. How pretty could an old woman be? But for the sake of my fantasy, I still had to deceive myself.
"Do you know Rosamund Kwan? I'm no less beautiful than her." What a boastful tone. If that were true, why would you even be here?
That's what I thought in my heart, but I still had to flatter her.
"Wow, that's great! Are you tall?"
"Over 1.6 meters."
"Okay, let's begin." Although I said that, I didn't know how to start.
"Call me Mom." She said it so calmly.
"Mom." Although it was just two simple words, my hands trembled a little, and my heart was pounding like a war drum.
"Good son, are you hungry?" Her question was so strange.
"Not hungry." I answered without thinking.
"Heh, I wanted to breastfeed you, but since you're not hungry, forget it." How could I be so stupid, not understanding at all?
"Hungry, I'm hungry..." I quickly replied.
"Then what should you say?" This woman has so many tricks up her sleeve.
"I'm hungry, I want to drink milk." I said.
"That's it?"
"Oh."
"You seem to have forgotten the most important thing."
I thought for a moment, but couldn't think of anything else to say.
"It's Mom, you haven't called me Mom yet." The paternity test couldn't wait to reply.
Oh, right, we're playing the role of incestuous mother and son, that's what they like, I suddenly understood the secret.
"Mommy, I'm hungry, I want to drink milk." I immediately replied.
"Good boy, come to Mommy's arms, Mommy will feed you." The paternity test was really carefree.
"Wait, are your breasts big?" I suddenly didn't know what to say, because I couldn't imagine what her breasts were like.
"Big, and no smaller than your butt, can't you imagine it yourself?"
"I can't imagine what you look like," I said honestly.
"You definitely can't imagine me, you've never seen me. You can imagine your mother," the paternity test seemed impatient.
I hesitated for a moment, then firmly replied, "That, I can't do." That's because I deeply love my mother; she's my goddess, not a slut.
There was silence on the other end of the line, as if she was thinking about something too? Perhaps she didn't want to talk to me anymore.
Just when I was at a loss, the paternity test came again: "Child, I understand your thoughts, but I think you should go back. Because you love your mother. I've been in this chat room for half a year and chatted with countless people, but I've never seen anyone like you. I mean, you're different from them. You love your mother and don't want to desecrate her, while they're just doing it for thrills. Think about it yourself. This may be fun, but it's not suitable for you."
The paternity test's words were like a sharp sword piercing my heart. Indeed, I should think it through. Not everything fun is worth playing, especially these forbidden games.
"Then I'm leaving." Finally, I made up my mind; it was better to leave.
"Good, child, it's good that you understand Auntie's words. If there's anything Auntie can help you with in the future, just come here to find me. If we're destined to meet again, we'll meet again, okay?" The paternity test's words were so heartwarming, as if they really were my mother.
"Goodbye Auntie."
"Goodbye child."
Although it ended like this, my heart was still unsettled.
When I got home, Mom was already back, but seeing her tired face and still wearing her uniform, I could tell she had just arrived as well.
"Where did you go?" Mom asked weakly.
"I went to Ahua's house; it's his sister's birthday today," I made up a random excuse, just so Mom wouldn't know I'd gone to the internet cafe.
I sat down next to Mom, casually watching TV, but I felt uneasy, like I'd done something wrong.
Suddenly, Mom took off her hair clip, shook her head, and her dark hair gently brushed against my face, releasing a faint, pleasant fragrance. I couldn't help but think of what had just happened.
"Have you been drinking?" Mom suddenly asked.
"No."
"No? If you didn't drink, why is your face so red?"
Only then did I realize I'd been betrayed, so I quickly went along with it, saying, "I had two drinks." "
You drank, and you still won't admit it? Look at your face, it's as red as a monkey's bottom. If you can't drink, don't drink so much. Be careful next time." With that, Mom went back to her room, and I quickly followed.
Back in my room, I breathed a sigh of relief; my heart, which had been pounding, finally calmed down. Strange! What's wrong with me? I didn't do anything! What am I afraid of?
I tried hard to find the answer, but the more I thought about it, the more confused and depressed I became. Finally, I fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, when I woke up it was almost noon, but Mom had already prepared lunch. It looked like she'd even tidied the house.
After lunch, I was about to go back to my room to study when Mom said, "Come on, let's go swimming."
This startled me, and I looked at Mom in confusion.
Mom looked at me and said, "Didn't they just build a swimming pool in the neighborhood? I haven't been yet, and I haven't swum in years."
"Isn't it supposed to open in the afternoon?" I asked Mom regretfully.
"I saw the notice when I went grocery shopping today. From now on, it'll be open for two hours on weekends at noon too. It gets too crowded in the afternoon." Mom said, walking back to her room, and I went back to change.
The blazing sun was shining brightly in the sky; this weather was unbearable. Luckily, the neighborhood swimming pool was indoors, or I would have been skinned alive.
Mom's calculations were spot on; the pool, the size of two basketball courts, only had about ten people. If we came in the afternoon, we'd bump into three or five people every ten meters. Now it's much more comfortable.
After buying tickets, Mom rented a life ring. She can swim, so why did she need one?
Mom and I went to the shallow end, and when she took off her coat, I was startled. I'd never seen Mom's swimsuit before! It was a two-piece dark blue swimsuit, and what's even stranger is that there was a picture of F4 on the front of the swimsuit—that's so tasteless!
My mother seemed to notice my uncomfortable frown and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
I shook my head, not giving a clear answer. Mom continued, "This was specially bought for me by Aunt Zhang's sister when she was buying goods."
You get what you pay for; maybe it's something she couldn't sell and was using as a favor.
The swimsuit was clearly a bit small, but it seemed to have good elasticity. It fit Mom perfectly, hugging her body tightly and showcasing her sexy curves. Combined with the picture of F4, Mom looked ten years younger at first glance. No one would believe she was the mother of a high school student; even I started to doubt myself…
Once in the water, I swam a couple of laps, but Mom just kept turning around in the shallows. I swam over to her. "Mom, why aren't you swimming?"
"I'm swimming, aren't I?" Mom said matter-of-factly.
"Is this what you call swimming? Mom, I remember you used to be really good at it!"
"That was before. I can't anymore. Mom's getting old." There seemed to be a hint of melancholy in her words, which made my heart ache. I didn't want it to be like that.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I said, "Mom, how about this? I'll swim in front, and you follow behind. If you really can't keep going, I'll give you the lifebuoy."
Mom shook her head and said, "No, no, I'm more comfortable this way."
"Mom, if you can swim two laps, I'll do the laundry today."
I thought this would finally persuade Mom, but she just glanced at me and said, "The laundry's already been done." "
Then I'll do the dishes today."
"That's too easy on you," Mom said dismissively.
I thought for a moment, and it seemed like I had nothing else to offer Mom, so I went for it and said, "Then what do you want me to do?"
Mom's lips curled up slightly, and she said, "If I do it, you have to promise me one thing."
"What is it?" It seemed I had fallen into Mom's trap again. I really regretted being so impulsive.
"Final exams are coming up soon. I need you to promise me that your average score has to be above 90, otherwise you'll have to do all the housework during the summer vacation."
It seems I've really fallen into a trap, and a really insidious one at that. But I'm not afraid. My average score in last week's mock exam was already 93. Luckily, I didn't brag to my mom, or I would have been at a huge disadvantage this time.
I pretended to think about it for a moment, then nodded, and so my game with my mom began.
I sat on the life ring, leisurely paddling in the water, while my mom followed slowly behind with her not-so-perfect breaststroke. Every time my mom got close, I would paddle a few times, making her stare wide-eyed.
Just as I was laughing and joking, a beautiful sight stunned me: my mom's cleavage, a snow-white and alluring cleavage, rising and falling in the rippling water, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden. I stared at it unconsciously, and my mind involuntarily drifted to the chat room from last night.
I tried my best to avoid eye contact, but my peripheral vision couldn't help but linger on my mother's chest, as if yearning for something yet afraid to face it.
Just as I was feeling uneasy, the lifebuoy lost its balance and tipped over, plunging me into the water. Suddenly, two smooth arms embraced me tightly from behind, and a pair of soft things pressed against my waist. Instinctively, I struggled to the surface, looking around but not seeing my mother. Then, a silvery laugh came from behind me. I turned around and saw my mother, her face beaming with an innocent and adorable smile, though it shouldn't be on a mother's face…
Instantly, I understood what had just happened. Those soft things were my mother's proud breasts. The moment was so brief, yet the impact on me was so intense. What was happening?
"Looks like you're destined to do the housework unless you produce good grades," my mother said with a laugh.
This trap was too obvious. Normally, I would have protested, but now I remained silent. It wasn't that I was convinced; my mind was in turmoil. I didn't know what to say.
"Stop spacing out. Don't try to make excuses, no way." With that, Mom swam back to the shallow end.
I didn't follow, but kept glancing at her from a distance. I was terrified that if I were near her, she would discover something. Mom ignored me, playing by herself. She looked so happy, like a carefree young girl. I'd never seen this side of her before. Was I just too ignorant of her?
That afternoon, I hid in my room, unable to study. My mind was a jumbled mess, filled with thoughts of last night's chat and Mom. I needed to talk to someone to calm down.
So, I went back to the chat room from last night. Surprisingly, there were so many people there even during the day. But after two hours, the "paternity test" result still didn't appear. The same thing happened that night.
The next day in class, I couldn't concentrate at all. Suddenly, class felt incredibly long. Finally, school was over, and my friends dragged me to play CS, but I made several excuses to refuse.
I rushed home, and as expected, Mom wasn't back yet. It would be even better if she was working overtime tonight.
I immediately turned on my computer and skillfully entered the chat room, but unfortunately, I still didn't see "paternity test." I was a little disappointed, but I wouldn't give up; I could wait…
Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Mom calling. She said she had a work event tonight and wouldn't be home until later. This news was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for me. I immediately made myself a bowl of instant noodles and waited in front of the computer like a hunter waiting for its prey.
Time passed second by second, and finally, as dusk was about to end, the "paternity test" I had been waiting for appeared. I couldn't contain my excitement and was about to send her a message, but then I thought, wouldn't that be too abrupt? Maybe she didn't even remember me.
Just as I was hesitating, she sent me a message: "Oh, what brings you here?"
"I had nothing to do, so I came to see you." I was clearly expecting her, but I didn't dare admit it.
"Nothing to do? Then study your lessons. Missing me?" The bluntness of "Paternity Test" was almost unbearable.
"No, I just have something I want to tell you." I still couldn't face my ugly thoughts.
"What is it? Go ahead."
How could I possibly say it? Last time I had so confidently said I respected my mother, but today I wanted to spiritually desecrate her. Wasn't that hypocritical?
While I hesitated, "Paternity Test" somehow always seemed to understand what I was thinking and accurately sent a message: "Do you want to continue what you didn't succeed at last time?"
Although it wasn't necessary, I still felt my face burning. "Yes," I answered resolutely.
"Can you give me a reason?" This stumped me. Did I even need a reason?
I thought about it for a while, but I couldn't find a reason that could convince myself and her, so I replied, "I'm sorry, I have no reason."
"That's alright, at least you're honest, unlike others who spout a bunch of sweet talk, not a single word of which is true. Let's settle this privately." What a relief! Luckily, I didn't say those reasons that even elementary school students would doubt, otherwise my glorious image would have been ruined.
Soon, it was just the two of us in a small chat room. I was so excited, yet so confused. I didn't know how to start. I suppressed my enthusiasm, trying to make everything seem calm and natural.
"Baby, come here, let Mommy hug you." "Paternity Test" launched the first attack.
"Mommy, I want to nurse." This time, I wouldn't make the same silly mistake as last time.
"Come on, suckle Mommy's nipple. Does Mommy's milk taste good?"
"Yes, Mommy's milk is so fragrant and sweet." This boring conversation made even me laugh. I wondered if we were having online sex or just playing house like kids.
"Don't just eat, quickly rub Mommy's breasts. That will make Mommy feel better."
"Mommy, I'm rubbing. Your breasts are so big, so white, so soft."
"Do you like them?"
"Yes." It was so simple. I thought it would be more difficult.
"Are you getting a reaction down there?" she suddenly sent a strange message.
"What kind of reaction?"
"A man's reaction."
Oh, that's it. But I didn't feel anything. "Nothing."
"Are you a virgin?"
"Yes." A few days ago I would have said no, but now I think there's no need, and "Paternity Test" doesn't like it either.
"Then you should have some imagination, right?"
"I don't know."
"Okay, from now on, imagine me as your mother, and you're doing it with your mother, okay?"
Actually, I want to do it too. I'm conflicted. The thought of doing it with my mother makes me feel a little uncomfortable, but I really want to know what it feels like.
"Can't you do it?" Before I could answer, "Paternity Test" said impatiently. I think she's probably burning with desire and can't wait.
"I'll try?" I still wasn't very confident.
"Who am I?" "Paternity Test" said.
"Mommy."
"Do you like Mommy?"
"Yes."
"Is Mommy pretty?"
"Pretty."
"Do you want Mommy?"
"Yes."
"Child, come and take off Mommy's clothes."
"Okay." Following the guidance of "Paternity Test," I slowly entered the mood.
"Mommy is holding you now, hoping you will kiss me."
"Mommy, I'm kissing you, my hands are tightly gripping your big buttocks, so soft."
"Child, you're so naughty down there, so hard pressing against Mommy."
Suddenly I felt a small tent indeed forming in my crotch, and boiling blood surged through my body.
"Child, shall Mommy help you take care of it?" "Paternity Test" spoke again.
"Okay."
"Child, Mommy is kneeling in front of you now, sucking your penis with my mouth, oh, your penis is so big, so hard. (Paternity Test)" "Paternity Test" really thought of everything.
"Thank you, Mommy, your mouth is so warm, wonderful, and comfortable." I took my fantasy to the extreme, and one hand involuntarily stroked my excited genitals.
"Baby, can you carry Mommy to the bed?"
"Okay, I'll carry you now."
"Good baby, Mommy's wet down there."
"Let me feel, it's really wet." I slowly got into the mood, and many words came out like instinctive reactions without thinking. I also felt strange, where did I get this experience?
"Baby, Mommy wants it so much, hurry up and enter Mommy's body." The words "paternity test" burned like fire, making me unable to extricate myself.
"Mommy, I'm coming, I'm opening your legs, I'm aiming at your flesh hole, I'm going in."
"Oh..., it feels so good, baby, Mommy's jade legs are tightly wrapped around your waist, move."
"Okay, Mommy, I'm moving, it's so warm and comfortable inside, so much water is flowing out."
"Yes, oh... baby, you've hit Mommy's clitoris." Ah, is it really that exaggerated? Never mind, pleasure is the most important thing.
"Mom, I've grabbed your big breasts again and I'm kneading them."
"Yes, harder, Mom likes it when you do that, ah..."
I felt like I was in another world, a world without any burdens, a world of desire and forbidden pleasure.
"Child, you're amazing, Mom has already orgasmed." "Paternity Test" suddenly said.
"Mom, I'm going to cum too."
"Okay, cum inside Mom."
I frantically masturbated, fantasizing about my mother's body. Soon I finished my first online sex session, and a strange pleasure made me feel more comfortable than ever before.
"Did you masturbate just now?" "Paternity Test" said.
"Yes, what about you?" I asked curiously.
"Me too, I didn't expect you to be so experienced."
"No, this is my first time."
"Oh, really? You're quite quick to understand."
"Maybe."
"How are you feeling now?"
"Comfortable, how about you?"
"Me too, to be honest, this is the most comfortable I've ever felt here."
"Can we still chat in the future?"
"Of course, this is my QQ, *123456*, we can chat on QQ from now on, it's more convenient. I have something to do, I have to go now, goodbye, child."
"Goodbye, Mom."
After adding "paternity test" on QQ, I quickly cleaned up the "battlefield" and even sprayed some air freshener in the room.
Mom wasn't back yet, so I tried to review my lessons, but I couldn't concentrate on my books. Thinking back to what had just happened, I felt a little uneasy. I felt sorry for Mom; how could I take it out on her? But why was I so crazy just now? As I thought about it, this contradiction remained unbalanced in my heart.
It was late at night when my mother came home. Normally, I would have chatted with her for a bit, but tonight I just said hello and went back to my room. I didn't dare to face her for too long; I was afraid something embarrassing would happen.
That night, I couldn't sleep. Sometimes I reflected on my shamelessness, sometimes I recalled the online encounter with the "paternity test." The only constant was that my hand kept gripping my hard genitals.
Every day, looking at my mother fills me with an indescribable guilt, yet I can't hide from her every day. So I secretly watch her, observing her every move and expression. Perhaps because of our mother-son relationship, my mother is completely unguarded around me. Her alluring white cleavage and her sexy little panties occasionally flash before my eyes.
I never realized my mother was so beautiful and sexy, but the more beautiful and sexy she is, the more irresistibly I fantasize about her.
It was another hot summer night. I was buried in my studies under the lamp when an ice cream suddenly appeared on my table. "Take a break," my mother's sweet voice came from behind me.
I didn't even notice when she came in, which shows how focused I was. But if I wasn't focused, my mind would wander. Only by forcing myself to concentrate on my studies could I banish those shameless thoughts. Studying became my best way to control my emotions.
I turned around and looked at my mother, and my heart skipped a beat. Although it was hot, my mother didn't need to dress like that. After all, I'm not a child anymore.
Mom was wearing a sleeveless, oversized blue t-shirt and black tight shorts that just covered her large bottom. Her two snow-white legs were casually exposed in front of me, and she was also holding an ice cream and eating it with relish.
"Have you had any mock exams lately?" Mom asked again.
"Yes." I thought Mom would leave immediately, but she actually plopped down on my bed. How could I possibly take it in that outfit? I turned my head to the other side, avoiding her hot body.
"Give me a report."
"Math 96, Chinese 91, Physics 93, Politics..." I said, turning my office chair to distract myself and strongly controlling my thoughts.
Suddenly, a book hit my head, and Mom said sternly, "Sit properly! How can you talk to your mother like that?"
I had no choice but to face Mom, but I still couldn't look her in the eye.
Just then, Mom seemed to notice something. She grabbed a tissue and bent down. A few drops of melted ice cream had fallen to the floor. Suddenly, a pair of large, white breasts, like mutton-fat jade, caught my eye. Wow, Mom wasn't wearing a bra! With her movements, those two hemispherical mounds swayed slightly from side to side. Oh no, I couldn't control myself! My lower body slowly swelled up. I quickly looked away.
Luckily, Mom finished wiping the floor and left, otherwise I would have been so embarrassed.
That night, Mom's alluring breasts kept appearing in my mind, making me restless. I don't know when I fell asleep, but I was incredibly sleepy.
I hadn't drunk much water that night, but I felt an intense urge to pee. I lazily got up and went to the toilet, still half asleep. I don't know how long I peed, but it was a very long time.
Just as I was passing by Mom's room on my way back, a sound woke me up—or rather, it was Mom's voice, a moan. I immediately became alert.
"Oh...husband...so amazing...ah..."
Husband? Isn't that Dad? But Dad's on the wall! Could it be Mom's lover? No, this concerns the family's honor, I have to see.
I gently pushed Mom's bedroom door; it wasn't locked. Through the crack, I clearly saw a sensual and stimulating scene unfolding on Mom's bed. Mom lay on the bed, her face a mixture of pain and pleasure, her hands gripping the pillow beside her tightly, her two full breasts swaying rhythmically up and down. The man was kneeling between Mom's legs, desperately twisting his hips. Mom's two snow-white, rounded legs were draped over the man's shoulders, swaying rhythmically from side to side...
"Oh...ah...husband...faster...ah..." Mom moaned softly, her ecstatic appearance like that of a wanton harlot.
Suddenly, I felt suffocated. Why? Why did such a vile thing happen in my family? Why was my mother such a lewd woman? I hated them, I hated the man who took my mother away.
Just then, they stopped, and the door in front of me slowly opened. I tried to pull it open, but it was too late. The man turned around with a smile. Ah, that's Dad! He… he wasn't… I suddenly realized I was seeing a ghost! I wanted to run, but I couldn't move. Could it be…?
Dad waved to me, and Mom was smiling at me too. I found myself walking towards them without even realizing it. How eerie!
"Don't be afraid, child. I'm your father."
How could I not be afraid? Even though he's my father, he's not human.
"Child, your father won't hurt you. He came back to tell you something," Mom said casually, but I felt so uneasy.
"Come on, child," Dad patted the bed next to Mom.
I unconsciously sat down again. My only choice was to turn my back to Mom's naked body.
Dad put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Son, I left early and in a hurry. There are so many things I can't let go of. First was you, but now it seems I was worrying too much. Second was your mother." As he spoke, Dad looked at Mom, a hint of guilt showing on his serious face. His words were filled with strong family affection, which made me feel much more relaxed.
"Your mother is still young, and she has a long road ahead of her. I hope you can take care of her in my place."
Take care of her? What does that mean? It can't be that simple, can it? I can do that without you telling me. Before I could even react, Mom hugged me tightly from behind. I tried to struggle, but I had no strength.
Mom breathed softly in my ear and said, "Son, do you love Mom?"
"Yes, but...we..." I understood what Mom meant, but how could this be? Although I had fantasized about this countless times, reality wasn't like this.
I felt Mom's soft, large breasts rubbing against my back. She also slipped a hand inside my clothes, her slender hand roaming over my skin.
"Child, what are you afraid of? Even your father agrees," Mom said again.
I glanced at Dad, who was now sitting to the side, puffing on his cigarette and watching us. When he saw me looking at him, he immediately smiled and nodded.
Suddenly, Mom reached into my pants and grabbed my already rock-hard penis, saying, "Child, look at you, you don't need to lie to yourself anymore. You like Mom, you want Mom, don't you?"
"Mom, I...it's not like that..." I cried anxiously.
Mom ignored me, pushed me onto the bed, and pulled out my penis, saying, "Honey, look how big it is, bigger than yours." As she spoke, she bent down and took my penis into her mouth.
A strange warm current immediately surged through my heart, but I couldn't do this. I wanted to stop Mom's crazy actions, but my hands had no strength, and my body was limp and powerless. Now I was like a lamb to the slaughter, waiting for Mom's rape. The only thing I could do was enjoy this rape.
I could clearly see my mother's mouth swallowing and spitting out my penis, her tongue roaming over the head of my penis. Although I felt ashamed, a tingling pleasure still filled every nerve in my body.
Dad stood by, smiling indifferently. Mom was sucking on my penis, occasionally giving me lewd winks. What was happening? Was it really this terrifying and bizarre? I wished it was just a dream, but it felt so real.
Mom climbed on top of me again, pressing her full, white breasts against my face. "Child, come and suckle Mommy's milk. You loved it when you were little."
I hesitated for a moment, then took one of Mommy's nipples into my mouth without hesitation. A sweet taste immediately filled my mouth. Did Mommy still have milk? Mommy took one of my hands and placed it on her other breast. I instinctively rubbed it, and saw a few drops of milky white liquid dripping from her scarlet nipple. It was amazing.
I suckled while fondling Mommy's soft, large breasts. The shame I felt earlier had vanished. I was completely immersed in Mommy's beautiful, sexy body and the thrill of incest.
Dadmy remained silent, just watching us with a smile.
A moment later, Mom sat up. She grabbed my penis, smiled at me, and then moved her hips there, slowly sitting down in front of her wet pussy. I clearly watched my penis being swallowed inch by inch by Mom's body. A strong pleasure surged into my brain and firmly occupied it, making any moral concepts seem so insignificant.
Mom sat on me, unleashing her wanton power. Her face was so alluring that I couldn't help but be moved. Her full, firm breasts bounced up and down actively. "Oh... ah... child... so comfortable..." Mom moaned happily, her voice sounding so intoxicating.
I couldn't help but twist my hips to match Mom's movements. I could clearly feel an unprecedented warmth and softness inside Mom's pussy, the smooth walls rubbing against my glans with her movements.
"Oh... baby, come here... grab Mommy's breasts... Mommy's... breasts are so full..." As she spoke, Mommy took my hand and placed it on her chest. Her bouncing breasts immediately settled in my hand. I squeezed hard, and several white jets of milk shot out from Mommy's nipples—a spectacular sight, like a milk fountain.
"Ah..." Mommy exclaimed, "Oh... that feels much better now... baby, keep going... ah..."
I frantically rubbed Mommy's large breasts, and streams of milk shot out aimlessly, splashing all over my body. I stuck out my tongue and licked every inch of my face clean. Daddy chuckled at the sight.
Mommy's milk was so plentiful, showing no sign of stopping. I simply sat up and took turns sucking on her two bright red nipples. Mommy held my head tightly, as if afraid I would leave.
After what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly felt full. My mother's movements slowed down, and she released me, flipped over, and knelt on the bed, her round, plump buttocks facing me. She said, "Child... come and fuck Mommy, like a bitch." Although I had never done it before, I had seen it in porn.
I spread my mother's two snow-white buttocks apart, and thrust my penis into her wet, plump vagina. My mother cried out, "Ah... so big... child, you've hit... Mommy's G-spot... ah..."
My mother's words were a great encouragement to me. I grabbed her slender waist and thrust desperately into that incredibly alluring little cunt. Every time I reached the deepest point, my mother would cry out, and the sound of our flesh colliding with each other became a beautiful and lewd melody.
"Good boy... harder... ah... so good... ah..." My mother moaned unrestrainedly. I looked at my father beside me, and he actually gave me a thumbs up.
"Oh... Mommy couldn't hold back anymore... You're so amazing." After Mommy finished speaking, I felt her vagina twitch a few times, and then a hot, warm stream sprayed onto my glans.
"Mommy, I can't take it anymore either, I want to..."
Before I could finish speaking, Mommy rolled over with lightning speed and said, "Child, quick, shoot it on Mommy." Her eyes revealed a look of longing and terror.
Mommy grabbed my penis and started stroking it. I felt a tingling sensation on my glans and couldn't help but ejaculate.
No, semen should be white, but mine is red. I looked at Mommy, and her alluring eyes sent chills down my spine.
Was
I possessed? Was this God's punishment for me? Punishment for my desecration of Mommy?
"Ah..."
I screamed and jumped out of bed, soaking wet. I pinched my thigh, and it still hurt. It was just a dream, thankfully just a dream.
Suddenly, I felt something sticky in my underwear. I touched it with my hand, and realized I had had a wet dream.
Suddenly the door opened, and Mom rushed in. "What's wrong?" she asked anxiously.
"Nothing, just had a nightmare." I quickly pulled a blanket over my underwear.
Mom touched my forehead and said, "Look at you, you're covered in cold sweat. Have you been studying too hard lately?"
"No."
"You need to take care of yourself. Don't push yourself too hard, okay?"
"Okay." The more Mom cared, the more guilty I felt.
"Do you need to see a doctor?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Go to sleep if you're okay. Call me if you need anything." With that, Mom left, and my heart finally settled down.
I quickly changed out of the underwear and hid it. I'll wash it myself in a few days. I absolutely can't let Mom find out, or what will I say?
Lying in bed, I couldn't sleep at all. I was pondering what had happened to me lately. I thought I really shouldn't have gotten involved in that kind of thing. After all, I'm still a student, and my mental fortitude can't compare to others. But it was just too tempting.
As dawn broke amidst my painful and helpless struggle, I reluctantly went to school.
I couldn't attend class, so I lied to the teacher and ran home.
Once home, I couldn't resist looking for a "paternity test," but she wasn't online, and she didn't reply to my messages.
My mother looked exhausted when she got home, which made me feel even more guilty. To dispel the shadow in my heart, I thought I should take the initiative to approach my mother. Perhaps the untouchable mother in reality would slowly replace the mother in my imagination, so I wouldn't overthink things.
I poured my mother a glass of water and brought it to her, but she looked at me suspiciously and said with a mischievous smile, "Why did the sun rise in the west today?"
"Mom, what are you talking about?"
"Just confess what you're up to."
"A bad idea? No…nothing." My mother's words startled me. What did she know?
What if…
? "Did you skip class?"
How did my mother know? Wait, I clearly asked for leave. "No," I firmly denied.
"So what do you want to buy?" Mom asked again.
It turned out Mom was just testing me. Luckily, I was firm. Since she thought I had something to hide, I decided to go along with it. "I want a PS2."
"What PS2?"
"A game console."
"Games again? Don't you have a computer?" Mom's attitude changed drastically.
"Isn't a computer for studying?" I retorted.
"Studying? You make it sound so nice. Do you think I don't know you play games all the time?" Mom suddenly snapped. She hadn't been angry in a long time, which surprised me.
I had no answer and could only silently turn and go back to my room.
"We'll talk about the PS2 after your exams," Mom suddenly said.
Back in my room, I felt nothing. Normally, I would have felt disappointed, but this time, it was as if nothing had happened; my mood was unexpectedly calm.
And so, peaceful life began again. But this didn't last long. That day, I opened QQ and found that "Paternity Test" had left me a lot of messages, saying she missed me and wanted me to contact her quickly.
Driven by my feelings and my wavering faith, I contacted her again. I told her about the nightmare I'd had, and she laughed, saying, "That's a common problem for teenage boys, it's normal, nothing to be afraid of." I thought she was right; maybe I was overthinking things.
Chatting with "Paternity Testing" always brought me joy and excitement, and gradually I became addicted to this forbidden pleasure. "Paternity Testing" always had countless ways to attract me. Our online sex life expanded from the bed to the kitchen, bathroom, balcony, and even crowds. Scenes of eroticism and excitement, and my mother's sexy, voluptuous body, kept replaying in my mind.
"Can we meet?" Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. I didn't want to treat my mother as an object of desecration anymore. I wanted real sex, I wanted a woman, or I would go crazy. But I didn't have high expectations for the person on the other end of the internet.
"Why?" she answered after a long silence.
"Although we're happy online, back in reality, I still feel so empty, don't you?" I said boldly.
"Actually, I'm the same way." I never expected "Paternity Test" to be so frank.
"Then can I be your lover?" I asked more boldly.
"No, you're still a student, you shouldn't do this."
"Don't you like students? Do you want to find a playboy as your lover and get deceived?"
I could tell "Paternity Test" was already interested. She was just hesitant.
"But I'm an old woman." If we had just met, I would have believed her, but now I didn't. Judging from her views on things, I believed she wasn't old at all, but rather a rather trendy woman. "
I don't care."
"You'll be disappointed." "
I'll be even more disappointed if I can't see you." I don't know when I became so cunning.
"Paternity Test" fell silent again, but I believed she wouldn't just say goodbye like that. Sure enough, a few minutes later she said, "Okay then, let's meet first. We might not be lovers, we'll decide later."
"Time and place?" I didn't know how to describe my feelings at that moment. If there was a hole in the ceiling, I would definitely jump to heaven.
"You guys have exams coming up soon, right? Let's talk about it after you finish."
My enthusiasm was instantly extinguished by half. There's still a month until the exams! How am I supposed to get through this?
"Don't worry, I won't break my promise. Just focus on your studies during this time."
I seemed to see my mother's shadow in "Paternity Test," which made me even happier.
"Okay, it's a deal."
"Okay, it's a deal."
In the month leading up to the exams, I studied exceptionally hard. My promise to "Paternity Test" gave me endless motivation, and of course, there was the PS2. Although I often reminisced about the happy times with "Paternity Test" and mentally insulted my mother, it was my emotional support. It seems I'm hopeless.
In the blink of an eye, the exams were over, and my grades were among the top three in my grade. My mother was very happy and promised to buy me the PS2 within a week, but my mind was preoccupied with my meeting with "Paternity Test."
One day, I found out my mom was working overtime. My chance had come! I quickly sent a message to "Paternity Testing," and waited until the afternoon before she finally came online. Unfortunately, she wasn't free that day either. So we agreed to meet at the park entrance at 8 pm the next night, each of us bringing a copy of that day's *Yinhai Morning Post*.
Luckily, my mom was still working overtime the next day. I was so excited at home, jumping for joy, planning our dialogue for the evening and my first time. Although it wasn't finalized yet, my confidence was at an all-time high.
In the evening, I carefully dressed up. As I went out, night was gradually falling. Sitting on the bus, I felt uneasy. The colorful neon lights flashed before my eyes. I idly watched the pedestrians, wondering about their thoughts. Did they also fantasize about incest with their relatives, like I did? Perhaps they already had incestuous relationships with their relatives, or perhaps they found it disgusting…
Before I knew it, I had arrived at my destination. For safety, I hid to the side and observed. Sure enough, a mature, voluptuous woman dressed in black was looking around under a streetlamp. Her curvaceous figure was quite similar to my mother's. I could clearly see the newspaper in her hand, but unfortunately, her back was to me, so I couldn't see her face, though I was sure she was very beautiful.
I took a deep breath and boldly strode towards her. I approached her step by step, my heart pounding as if it would jump out of my chest.
I guess even a "paternity test" can be nerve-wracking. To avoid startling her, I mustered all my strength and said as I got closer, "Hello, may I ask who you are...?"
She turned around, and I almost fainted from fright. It wasn't because she was ugly, but because she looked so much like my mother—no, that was my mother.
"Xiaoxing, you..." My mother saw the newspaper in my hand and seemed to understand everything, but she still couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Suddenly, time seemed to stand still. I could clearly feel my heart pounding. My mother, her face flushed, was at a loss. Me too—how could such an embarrassing thing happen to us, mother and son?
"Slap!" My mother threw the newspaper at my face. "Go back," she said angrily, turning and leaving. I stood there, frozen in place. I regretted it. If I hadn't insisted on meeting her, none of this would have happened. Now that my mother knew about my perverted hobby, how could we live together anymore?
When I turned around, my mother was gone. I had no choice but to go home alone.
On the way home, I was still uneasy. How could I face my mother when I got home? What would I do next? My mother was really something—how could she go to a website like that? No wonder I always encountered "paternity tests" when she wasn't around. How could I be so careless? But who would have thought it was my own mother?
I had to reconsider my mother. What kind of mother was she really? Did she really enjoy having sex with her son, as some online sources claimed? Did she also use me as a masturbation object? Was she meeting me just to relieve psychological pressure? Countless questions swirled in my mind. The mother I had lived with for over ten years felt so unfamiliar.
When I got home, my mother wasn't back yet. I didn't know where she was. I just hoped nothing else had happened. I kept thinking about the questions from earlier, but the more I thought about it, the more confused I became. It was so confused that I couldn't believe it myself. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
A muffled thud woke me from my sleep. I rushed out to see what was wrong and found my mother sitting unconscious by the door, her face flushed. She was clearly drunk, very drunk—something that had never happened before.
Seeing her disheveled state, my heart ached. It was all my fault; she must be in so much pain and helplessness.
I struggled to get her back to her room, but just as I was about to leave, she suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Xiaoxing, don't go... don't go, don't... leave Mom."
I didn't know if she was just drunkenly talking or if it was something she truly felt; perhaps both. I sat down beside her and wiped her sweat.
"Xiaoxing, it's Mom's fault... don't leave Mom... Mom isn't the kind of woman you think she is... please forgive Mom..." she murmured, shaking her head. I watched, my heart aching.
My eyelids began to droop, but I couldn't leave my mother's side, so I lay down beside her and fell asleep.
The next day, when I woke up, I found myself in my mother's bed. Luckily, she wasn't there anymore, otherwise I wouldn't know how to face her.
Just as I was about to run away, my mother came in, her long, wet hair clearly from a shower. "I took the day off today. Go take a shower, and we'll go buy a PS2 later," she said, her face expressionless, as if nothing had happened.
I didn't dare think too much and did as she said.
Unlike our usual shopping trips, my mother and I talked less, but we were closer. She seemed like a different person, radiant, as if she had become ten years younger. She held my hand the whole way, her full, firm breasts rubbing against my arm, making me feel uncomfortable. I tried to pull away, but she glared at me, as if to say, "Don't move." I really couldn't understand it.
After buying the PS2, my mother suggested going to KFC, and we found a secluded spot.
"Xiaoxing, do you think Mom has gone too far?" Mom suddenly said while we were eating.
"No, not at all." Although I didn't understand what Mom meant, I didn't dare to ask directly.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I mean, since your father left, I haven't given you enough care because of work. Now you're all grown up, and I haven't even noticed. I feel like I'm not a good mother. I've been too selfish." As she spoke, Mom's eyes welled up with tears.
"Mom, don't say that. You work for me too. I understand. It's my fault for disappointing you." Hearing Mom's words, I felt indescribable guilt.
"Xiaoxing, do you remember what you said about the 'paternity test'?" Mom suddenly changed the subject.
"I...I don't remember." I answered nervously, not knowing what Mom wanted to do.
"It's okay. If that's what Mom really felt, would you believe me?"
"Mom...I...I don't believe it." I still hadn't figured this out.
"Child, whether you believe it or not, I can tell you honestly that I did fantasize about you masturbating, but I didn't know that the person on the other end of the computer was really you." Mom said seriously.
"Mom, please stop. I was wrong. I won't do it again." I lowered my head like a sinner.
Mom grabbed my hand and said, "Child, you're not wrong. It's Mom who's wrong. Mom shouldn't have dragged you into this."
Mom's words exploded in my head, leaving me disoriented, unable to see the sky or the ground. Was Mom no longer angry with me? I was at a loss, not knowing how to talk to her.
We were both silent, as if separated by two different spaces.
The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, but to figure out what was going on, I mustered my courage and asked Mom, "Mom, I don't understand what you mean."
"Xiaoxing, tell Mom, what do you think about incest in real life?" Mom asked in return.
"I...I don't...have any opinion." I answered timidly.
"If you don't have any opinion, then why did you go to that chat room?"
"I just thought it was fun, so I..."
Mom looked at me, then looked around. Suddenly, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt and spread the collar to the sides, revealing a snow-white cleavage before my eyes. "Is it pretty?" Mom asked curiously.
A wave of panic washed over me. How could Mom do this?
"Do you think it's pretty?" Mom asked again.
"Pretty," I nodded reluctantly.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes."
"Xiaoxing, are you fantasizing about Mom's body and masturbating, like you said online?"
"Mom, I... I'm sorry." Mom's question was too difficult for me to answer.
"Child, since it's already happened, it's too late to regret it. I know we're both embarrassed, but we can't carry this burden forever. I've thought it through; only by facing it can we find relief. Don't be nervous; just say what you think. I'm prepared."
I fell silent again. What was Mom thinking? Why was she saying these things?
"Child, you know, when we talk, I'm fantasizing about your body while masturbating. Do you think your mother is shameless and lewd? But why? Because your mother is also a woman, with emotions and desires. And what's more, you're so much like your father, so I..."
My mother's monologue shocked me. I had never considered the depth of her grievances. This was my failure as a son. I always tried so hard to please her, but I never noticed her needs.
"Mom, let's talk about it when we get home." I was so afraid we wouldn't be able to control our emotions and would embarrass ourselves in public.
My mother nodded slightly.
On the way home, we hugged each other like lovers, the only difference being that we didn't speak or smile; we were more like comrades facing a fire together.
I carefully analyzed my mother's words. Although they were somewhat incoherent, her intention was clear. But what should I do?
This isn't a game, after all. Although I've fantasized about her body countless times, it all came so suddenly. I wasn't prepared at all. I love my mother, and I believe she loves me too. Why do we share this same hobby? Is this fate's arrangement? This is too bizarre.
"Xiaoxing, is there anything you want to tell Mom?" Mom asked me as soon as I entered the house.
"I don't know how to say it, Mom, can we?" After thinking it over all the way, I calmed down a lot.
"Why not?" Mom asked me back.
"But this is reality, not the internet. I'm afraid we might not handle it well."
"Child, Mom has thought about this too. But have you considered it? We live together like this, and we've both had these thoughts. How are we going to face this in the future?" When Mom said this, her eyes revealed a warm and loving affection.
"Mom, what should we do?"
"I've thought it through. What's meant to happen will happen, and what's not meant to happen can't be forced. Why don't we give it a try? If we can accept it, why not? If it really doesn't work, we'll think of something else." With that, Mom gently hooked her arms around my neck and pressed her body close to mine.
I thought I would feel uncomfortable, but not at all. I only felt my heart pounding and my body temperature rising. I couldn't help but hug Mom's waist, and she immediately pressed her fragrant lips to mine. I didn't hesitate to stick out my tongue and entwine it with hers. I felt a light, floating sensation; the taste was truly magical.
I don't know how long it lasted before we let go of each other. By then, Mom's face was covered in my saliva.
"Child, how did it feel?" Mom asked shyly.
I nodded and said, "It felt wonderful."
"Me too." With that, Mom moved my hand down, placing it on her round buttocks. My hand felt like it was being sucked in.
I gently stroked my mother's buttocks, and she hugged me tightly, her full, firm breasts rubbing against my body. Suddenly, one of her hands reached down to my crotch and gently grasped my rock-hard penis. My mind went blank; an unprecedented stimulation overwhelmed me. My
mother looked at me alluringly and said, "Shall we go to the room?"
I had never seen my mother like this before, never imagined that my goddess would look like this. Her noble bearing possessed a strong allure that deeply attracted me.
Once in the room, my mother immediately helped me undress. I numbly cooperated, and I couldn't help but ask myself, "Is this how we begin?"
My mother also quickly removed her own clothes, revealing a mature and voluptuous body naked before me. Her fair skin, full and firm breasts, slender waist, long, beautiful legs, and that dark, glossy pubic hair made my eyes widen. She was so beautiful, so sexy.
My mother pulled me to the bedside and said, "Are you ready, child?"
I nodded firmly, put one arm around her, and gently kneaded her large breast with the other. Her breasts were so soft and smooth, and her pink nipples were like two alluring rubies. My mother's hands weren't idle either; she firmly gripped my hard penis. "So big," my mother exclaimed.
I gently placed my mother on the bed, and she waited like a lamb. I climbed on top of her, my hands roaming over her alabaster skin. My mother shyly closed her eyes, breathing softly, looking very pleased.
Slowly, my hand reached that mysterious triangle, which was already wet. It was easy for me to find that warm paradise, but now it had become a water curtain cave, smooth and tender inside. I couldn't hold back any longer. I immediately spread my mother's legs, lifted my penis, and desperately thrust it into that dark triangle. But strangely, I couldn't find my way out.
Seeing my flustered state, Mom chuckled and said, "Let me do it." With that, she grabbed my penis and pulled it down, the warm, comfortable sensation enveloping my glans. My body felt like it was being electrified.
I slowly pulled out my penis and then thrust it in again. "Ah..." Mom let out a soft cry as my penis almost completely disappeared into her vagina.
I lay on top of Mom, one hand gripping her large breasts, my hips swaying wildly. The friction between my glans and her vaginal walls brought me unprecedented pleasure. More importantly, something I had fantasized about countless times had become a reality. Just moments ago, I had been considering whether I should do this. It seemed Mom was right. The thrill of incest was so exciting. I felt like I had fallen into a gentle dream, a place without taboos or constraints. All I wanted to do was thrust, thrust desperately, thrust towards our shared peak.
"Oh...ah...so good...it's been so long...I haven't felt this way...ah..." Mom breathed heavily, moaning softly, her face flushed, her dark hair scattered on the white sheets, her body covered in fragrant sweat that made us stick together.
I thrust my penis in and out of Mom's vagina with abandon, that vagina seemed like a warm home, drawing me in. "Mom, are you happy?"
"Oh...yes...I'm very happy...thank you, child, for letting Mom...experience this long-lost pleasure...ah!"
Mom's legs tightly gripped my waist, her buttocks swaying up and down with my rhythm.
Suddenly, Mom rolled over, pinning me beneath her. She sat up, her buttocks on my penis, moving up and down. I could clearly see my penis going in and out of Mom's body; the feeling was amazing.
"Child...do you like it...ah..." Mom said to me with a wicked smile, her pair of snow-white, full breasts bouncing up and down with her body, a truly spectacular sight. I couldn't resist grabbing them tightly in my hands and kneading them with abandon.
"I like it, Mom, I like it so much."
Her pink little pussy tightly gripped my hot cock, a soft, tingling sensation spreading throughout our bodies. Mom swayed her hips wantonly, her seductive moans and forbidden stimulation making me feel like I was in heaven. Morality had long since vanished; only the pleasure of incest surrounded us.
Soon, Mom collapsed wearily onto me, but her buttocks still swayed. It seemed Mom was tired. I immediately rolled over, making Mom stick out her round, snow-white buttocks, and my cock entered her from behind like a fiery dragon. I held Mom's buttocks, my cock thrusting desperately into her little pussy, a stream of clear, lustful fluid flowing down her thighs onto the sheets.
"Ah...oh...child...faster...oh...harder...ah..." My mother's moans grew louder and louder, making my blood boil. I couldn't help but thrust harder and faster, until a large patch of red appeared on her snow-white buttocks.
"Ah...child...Mommy can't take it anymore...Mommy's going to cum...ah..." As she spoke, my mother's body convulsed, and a warm current rushed to my glans, so hot that I couldn't help but ejaculate for the first time. Afterwards, my mother and I embraced each other like a pair of young lovers, savoring the forbidden pleasure.
"Child, how did it feel just now?" My mother suddenly asked me gently.
"It felt so good, thank you, Mommy."
"Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you."
"Why?" I asked curiously.
"Because you made Mommy feel like a woman again." As she spoke, a girlish shyness appeared on my mother's face.
"No, Mom, it's what I should do. It's me who's been neglecting your feelings; I'm so sorry."
"Child, do you know? I already thought it through this morning. If we can't express our feelings for each other, then I'll have to find a lover outside. I'm so afraid I'll go crazy. After all, we can't live like before anymore. You're not a child anymore; I know you won't feel good either." Mom's words startled me. I didn't expect her to be so thoughtful. But if we fail today, I'll lose Mom. "No, Mom, I won't let you find a lover outside. You're mine, and I'm your lover," I said excitedly.
Mom patted my head and said kindly, "Silly child, isn't Mom here? With you, how could Mom bear to find a lover outside? Tell Mom, do you love Mom?"
"Yes, I love you, Mom."
"Just like you said to the 'paternity test'?"
"Yes, just like we do online." As I said this, I pressed my mother down on top of me again, and she smiled and cooperated. The rest is history. I feel incredibly happy and lucky to have met my mother in the vast sea of the internet and to have achieved such a near-perfect union.
What about you? Can you do it too?

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