[The Edge] [Author: wblker]

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I feel like my mother and I are struggling on the edge of incest... I'm seventeen years old this year, and I've been living

with my mother for almost seven years. The dream I had when I first had a wet dream was about my mother. I remember the dream was: I urgently needed to urinate, but I couldn't find a toilet anywhere. Just as I was about to wet my pants, I suddenly saw a toilet, which was actually just a thatched hut. I immediately rushed in, took out my penis, and urinated, but I saw my mother squatting there. I don't know if it was defecation or urination. My urine all shot onto my mother's crotch, but in my memory after waking up, my mother's crotch was a blank... Actually, I've probably had many erotic dreams, but this one is particularly vivid. (About two years ago) Three years ago, my mother was introduced to a man and started dating him. I didn't have a good impression of that guy, but I knew my mother should remarry. So, even though I didn't like him, I was still polite to him, but after saying hello, I would leave.

But my mother still didn't continue with that man, and I don't know the specific reason. All I know is that Mom came home that night and hid in the bathroom crying. As soon as I saw her crying, I asked if that guy had bullied her. Mom shook her head and said I'd understand when I grew up.

A few days later, I skipped half a day of school and met up with some friends outside Mom's workplace, hoping to catch that guy and beat him up. But when Mom came out, that guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I saw that Mom didn't seem willing to go with him. He tried to pull her away, and Mom stood there talking to him. While they were talking, he pulled her again. I got angry, and a few of us rushed over to attack. Mom yelled at me, and I yelled back,

"He didn't bully you, why are you crying?" The guy seemed a little smug. I slapped him across the face, yelling, "Get the hell away from me! If I see you again, I'll castrate you!" My friends swarmed around, punching and kicking him, and he ran away… Mom was furious and cried again when she got home. But the next day, when I waited for my mother outside her workplace to get off work, she was fine again, and we chatted and laughed as we went home.

After that dream I mentioned above, I started to look at my mother with eyes I hadn't seen before, and I found her really attractive. Although my mother's appearance was quite ordinary, her figure was very well-proportioned, without the "barrel waist" or "pot belly" of other classmates' mothers.

But at first, I really didn't do anything practical. It wasn't entirely because I was afraid; I would occasionally have those kinds of thoughts in front of my mother, but each time I would feel a deep sense of guilt, especially after masturbating with my mother as the object of my desire... Then this summer, something else happened... That day, the weather was beautiful. My mother took the quilts, blankets, sweaters, and other things out to dry in the sun all day. In the afternoon, she brought a whole bunch of things back in, folded them neatly, and put them in the closet.

I stood on a stool and put the things my mother handed me into the closet. My mother tidied up below, and through her neckline, I caught a glimpse of her full, white breasts. Her bra that day was deep red, which made her skin appear even whiter. I quickly became aroused, and a small tent involuntarily pitched in my pants. Embarrassed, I jumped off the stool, pretending to have an upset stomach, and went to the bathroom. When I came out after feeling better, I saw my mother standing on the stool, organizing the things in the closet.

I asked her to come down, but she said she would organize them herself to avoid not knowing where things were when she needed them. So I stood beside her, partly to help hand her things, and partly to protect her.

But watching my mom's swaying bottom, I felt a little tempted. Just then, because she couldn't reach inside the closet, she stood on tiptoe and said to me, "Help me..." Without thinking, I put my hand behind her. As soon as I did, she cried out, "What are you doing?" I let go, and she turned around and fell off the stool. Because the stool wasn't high, I caught her from below, preventing her from falling. But as I caught her, my hands ended up grabbing her chest. Her face turned red, and she stammered, but ultimately didn't say anything. I was sweating bullets, and I was restless all afternoon... My mom's workplace is between my school and home, so picking her up involves a detour. I don't pick her up every day, but I did that day because it was raining... My mom and I shared an umbrella, walking in the rain. Mom hugged me tightly. I'm already taller than her, but my elbows were still rubbing against her ample breasts. By the time we got home, my penis was rock hard and painfully erect. Mom's clothes were clinging to her body because of a wet patch. As soon as I entered the house, I took off my shirt and dried myself with a towel. Mom took the groceries to the kitchen and then turned back to change. My eyes inadvertently fell on Mom again. She was looking at me absentmindedly, and following her gaze, I saw my crotch. Sigh, another little tent… Mom glanced up at me and went into the bathroom. She only left the door ajar. I heard her urinating inside, but I didn't pay much attention. After a while, Mom came out. I put my schoolbag on the table, but I couldn't concentrate on my homework. Mom started washing rice and preparing dinner.

I was lost in thought when Mom asked, "Why aren't you doing your homework?" I blurted out, "I don't have much homework, I..." Mom interrupted, "Then come help Mom pick vegetables..." I squatted down opposite Mom and started picking vegetables, talking to her as we went. Suddenly, I realized Mom wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt, and I could clearly see her nipples! I stared intently at Mom's chest, watching her nipples tremble with the movement of her arms. It wasn't until I heard Mom cough repeatedly that I turned to look at her. She seemed quite calm. She asked, "Is it that pretty?" My face flushed instantly, and I said,

"I'm sorry, Mom..." and lowered my head to continue picking vegetables... That evening, because it was raining, Mom and I didn't go for a walk. Mom washed the dishes, took a shower, and then went into the inner room to watch TV. I spaced out for a while, did my homework, and got up to take a shower. Mom asked from inside, "Have you finished your homework?" I answered and went into the bathroom. When I came out, the lights in the inner room were already off. I stood at the door and asked, "Mom, why aren't you watching TV?"

Mom sat up and said, "Come here, let Mom talk to you..." I sat down on her bed, side by side with Mom. Mom hesitated and said, "Mom doesn't know how to say it, but Mom wants to know what you're thinking. Lately, you... you've had some problems..." I looked down at Mom's fair thighs. I can't remember what else Mom said, but I know she cares about my abnormal behavior during puberty and wants to help me, but she doesn't know how.

I gave a wry smile and said, "Mom, I really don't know what to say. I've read books that say it's normal for teenagers to be curious about the opposite sex during puberty, and that they should focus on their studies and not be influenced by bad books or anything like that. But I just can't concentrate. It's not that I can't concentrate at all, it's just different from before. I haven't read any bad books or magazines. Some of my classmates read Playboy or Dragon Tiger Leopard, but I haven't read any of those..." That night, nothing actually happened. Although the rain had stopped, it was a moonless night. My mom and I talked quietly by the light from the window. After a while, we were silent. My mom seemed to have mustered up her courage and asked me, "You...you haven't been masturbating, have you?"

I was stunned for a moment and whispered, "Yes, I masturbated a few days ago...was it the day I was packing things up?"

I nodded and suddenly put my hand on my mom's thigh. My mom trembled, gently took my hand away, and said, "Don't masturbate. It's bad for your health. Try not to think about those things. Wait until you finish college..." I laughed and said, "Mom, do you know what?" A college student jumped off a building and committed suicide... What happened?

Apparently, he and his girlfriend had an accident. The female student had a severe hemorrhage during an abortion and almost died. He was expelled from school and then jumped to his death... (I read about it in the newspaper, but I don't remember the specifics.) My mother shook her head: "Don't do anything so foolish. Sigh, such a bright future ruined like that..." We continued talking, and my mother kept telling me to take care of my health and focus on my studies. I was a little sleepy and said, "Mom, go to bed early..." My mother said, "Okay, go to bed early. Remember what I say: I care about you the most. If there's anything you don't understand or aren't sure about, be sure to tell me. Don't do anything foolish, okay?"

I nodded and went out.

It rained for several days, and I went to my mother's workplace every day to wait for her to go home together.

It was already summer vacation, but there were still morning classes with teachers and afternoon self-study sessions with teachers in charge. During afternoon self-study, I couldn't concentrate for long, but I still stayed until almost the last person to leave.

Before I knew it, the weekend arrived. After the first class in the afternoon, the students all started to slip away. Some classmates invited me to play, but I declined. The classroom was almost empty except for a few people. The teacher said it was the weekend and everyone could leave early. Then I slipped away too.

The student on duty looked at me strangely, and I packed my bag and left the school.

It was still early before my mom got off work, so I went straight home. I wasn't really in the mood to read, so I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. My hand reached into my pants, and my penis got hard, with clear fluid dripping from the head. I started wandering around the room, trying to distract myself, but the hardness in my groin was really uncomfortable... I lay back down on the bed, still looking at my penis, when I heard my mom taking out her keys outside the door. I jumped up, opened the door, took the groceries from her hand, and said, "Mom, I missed you so much..." My mom looked at me strangely and asked, "What's wrong?" As I put the dripping umbrella into the bathroom, I said, "It's nothing, I just missed you." Mom half-closed the bathroom door: "Okay, Mom will make you something nice to eat today..." I stood outside the bathroom door, and as soon as Mom came out, I hugged her. Mom was startled and touched my head, asking, "Is something wrong? Don't be afraid, tell Mom..." My arms wrapped around Mom's waist, and I pressed Mom's breasts against my chest. My penis was hard and pressing against Mom's lower abdomen. Mom waited a while and continued to ask, "Is something wrong?"

I shook my head and nudged Mom with my penis. Mom's eyes widened, and I murmured, "Mom, I... I don't want to masturbate, but... but it's so hard and uncomfortable..." Mom smiled and said, "Oh, is it more comfortable to hug Mom?"

I nodded. Mom patted my hair and said, "Okay, then hug me a little longer. Mom still has to cook."

I said, "I'll cook with Mom, it'll be faster. Can I hug you a little longer?"

Mom shook her head and didn't say anything. She led me to the dining table, and I hugged my mother tightly, not wanting her to sit. My mother said, "

Silly son, Mom is so tired. Why don't you sit down, and I'll sit on your lap?"

She sat on my lap, looked down at my crotch, reached out and pinched my penis a few times through my pants, asking, "What triggered you today? Trying to do something naughty again?"

I hugged my mother, but it didn't feel as good as before. My mother let go, looked at me, and I said, "Nothing, everything was fine at school today, but when it started raining, I thought of you, and that's when the problem arose."

My mother smiled: "According to you, I should stay away from you."

I hugged my mother tightly: "No, Mom said she would help me..." My mother shook her head: "Sigh, this matter, Mom really can't help you much. Let's cook together?"

I also felt my legs were a little heavy from my mother's sitting, so I got up and went into the kitchen with her.

After eating dinner that my mother and I cooked together, I volunteered to wash the dishes and sweep the floor. My mother started tidying the room. When I came out of the kitchen, Mom had already gone into the bathroom and started taking a shower.

When she came out, I was reading. She didn't disturb me and went into the inner room. I was busy until after nine o'clock without realizing it. I got up and stretched a bit before taking a shower. While showering, my penis got hard again. I didn't masturbate, but after I came out, I went straight into the inner room.

"Mom, I want to hug you again."

Mom glanced at me and said, "Don't hug me, let's watch TV together..." I watched TV absentmindedly, glancing at Mom from time to time. The curves of her body became more and more alluring in the changing colors of the screen, and my penis got hard again. Suddenly, Mom reached out and gently slapped my penis, scolding me softly, "I told you not to be naughty!"

I was startled. Looking at Mom's smiling face, I took the opportunity to pounce on her: "You hit me, I'll hit you back!"

I said, gently patting Mom's chest.

Mom laughed and retaliated, and we rolled around on the bed.

I shouted something loudly, and my mother reminded me to be quiet. She was distracted for a moment, and I pinned her down. My hands continued to assault her breasts. My mother chuckled softly, pleading, "Okay, okay, Mom surrenders..." My hands lingered on her full breasts as I lay back on the bed and hugged her from behind. "

Mom, let me hug you..." I whispered in her ear, my hands kneading her breasts. My mother didn't make a sound or struggle; she seemed to be fumbling for something. I paused, and she found the TV remote, turned off the TV, turned to face me, and said, "Okay, stop fooling around, let's go to sleep.

It's still early, only a little past nine. Tomorrow's a day off!" As I spoke, my hand returned to her chest. My mother didn't say anything more, nor did she stop me. I grabbed one of her breasts and continued kneading it. After a few minutes, my mother hugged me, pressed my head against her chest, and murmured, "Son, son, do you know how much Mom loves you?"

I looked up at my mother's dazed eyes and said, "Mom, I love you too, Mom, hug me..." My mother and I hugged each other tightly.

The damp air from the rain, combined with our body heat, made us sweat quickly. And my penis got hard again, pressing hard against my mother's thigh. I slowly moved my body, pressing my penis against the base of my mother's thigh. My mother gently pushed me away: "Don't do anything naughty..." I responded, moving my hands from my mother's chest to her back, wanting to hug her even tighter... My mother grabbed my hands: "Mom is so hot, can you get me a towel and rinse it with cool water?" I was a little reluctant, but I still got up and went to the bathroom... When I came back, my mother was standing by the window, looking outside.

I went to my mother's side and handed her a towel. She smiled, wiped her face, turned around, lifted the hem of her shirt, and reached inside to wipe herself. Standing to the side, I could see that she was wiping her breasts. She took out the towel, put one hand on my shoulder, and used the other to wipe my chest and back, saying, "Okay, wipe your sweat, go to sleep..." I hugged my mother, nudged her with my still-erect penis, and said, "Mom, I want to sleep with you tonight..." My mother pouted: "Aren't you ashamed?"

I hugged her and shook her: "No, I wasn't ashamed. I used to breastfeed when I slept with you, what's there to be ashamed of?" "Today, I still want to nurse..." I said, burying my head in my mother's arms and rubbing my mouth against her chest. My mother laughed, patted the back of my head, and said, "You're so embarrassing! Go, rub the towel and hang it up..." When I came back, my mother was already sleeping with her face turned inward. I quietly climbed onto the bed, hugged my mother from behind, and whispered in her ear, "Mommy, I want to nurse..." My mother whispered, "Don't make a fuss anymore, go to sleep! Or you can go sleep in your own bed."

I didn't say anything, but my hand touched my mother's breast and gently squeezed it. My mother didn't say anything, and I didn't say anything either, just hugging my mother like that.

But my penis involuntarily got hard, and it got harder and harder, but my mother seemed to be asleep. I started to gently bump my hard penis against my mother's buttocks, but my mother still didn't move and had her back to me.

I suddenly felt a bit bored, so I let go of my mother, lay flat on my back staring at the ceiling. My penis was so hard it felt like it was about to burst through my pants. I reached out, and my mother turned around, looked at me, grabbed my hand, and whispered, "No, it'll hurt your health..." I took a breath and asked, "Then what should I do?"

My mother sighed, "Sigh, I don't know what to do either. Why don't you take a cold shower and go back to your own bed?"

I nodded, got up, took a cold shower, and went back to my own bed... Lying in my own bed, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Finally, I decided to masturbate; the hardness was just too unbearable.

I started moving my penis, but I couldn't ejaculate for a long time. I felt like I was peeling off a layer of skin from my penis, but I still couldn't ejaculate.

I was panting, holding my penis, and went into the inner room. As soon as I got to the bedside, my mother opened her eyes. Seeing my state, she sat up abruptly. I said anxiously, "Mom, I can't take it anymore! I... I've been trying for so long but I can't ejaculate. It's so uncomfortable!" My mother sighed and shook her head: "Sigh, what's wrong? You... really..." I stood by the bed, my penis hard as a rock. My mother sighed, "Sigh, come on up..." I lay down next to my mother, and she gently stroked my penis. I tried to relax, but my penis wouldn't relax at all; it remained hard and erect.

After a while, Mom seemed to have fallen asleep. I stirred, and my penis slipped out of her hand. Her hand slid onto the bed, and I sat up. Mom woke up and sat up too. We just looked at each other like that, the dim light from the window making it hard to see each other's eyes. Mom got up and went to the bathroom, then came back with a towel and asked, "Have you ever done this before?" "

What?

Was it hard to ejaculate when you masturbated before?"

"No, usually it takes about ten minutes.

" Mom grabbed my penis and wiped it with the towel. "Lie down..." I obediently lay down. Mom put the towel under my crotch, sat beside me, and started stroking my penis, one hand, two hands. I couldn't hold back anymore and started wriggling. Mom slapped my thigh and said, "

Don't move!"

I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and held on. My mother continued to stroke my penis with one hand, while the other hand grasped my scrotum and began to rub it. Just as I started to feel something, my glans seemed to enter a warm place, something soft and flexible began to tease it. Before I could even see what was happening, I felt a heat in my groin, a current shooting from my tailbone to the back of my head… As I ejaculated, I seemed to hear my mother mumble something, but I ignored it, just desperately clenching my buttocks and thrusting my penis forward with all my might. I felt like I was about to pass out… After that dizzy feeling subsided, I opened my eyes, panting heavily. I saw my mother wiping her mouth with a towel, her hand still holding my penis. I felt her fingers begin to squeeze my penis from the base, like milking. My mother didn't look at me, but I saw her open her mouth and take my penis in, licking up the last few drops of semen squeezed from the base of my penis!

I stared, unable to believe my eyes, and couldn't help but call out: "Mom!"

Mom rushed out of the room without looking back. I stood there stunned for a moment before getting up. Just as I reached the door, I saw Mom coming out of the bathroom. I stopped and hugged her when she came over.

"Mom! " Mom

smiled. "Go to sleep?"

I pulled Mom to bed, saying nothing, just gently hugging her tightly… Some things, once started, are uncontrollable. During that time, I thought about being with Mom every moment, but after that day, things didn't progress any further. Mom became somewhat cold towards me.

Mom talked to me again, saying, "You're still young, this isn't good for your health. Besides, we're mother and son; we can't continue like this."

But I missed Mom terribly and longed for those extremely exciting orgasms.

Every day after finishing my homework, I would masturbate frantically while fantasizing about Mom.

Once, although Mom's footsteps were very light, I still felt her peeking from the door frame. I deliberately lifted the blanket and quickly stroked my penis with my hand. During my orgasm, I trembled and choked out Mom's name from my throat.

Mom still didn't come in. After a while, I heard her sobbing softly. A little while later, she came over, covered me with the blanket, and went out.

A few days later, I came home from school as usual, only to find Mom asleep in bed. There were medicines on the bedside table; I guessed she had a cold. I tiptoed to the kitchen, rinsed the rice, added some red dates and sugar, and started cooking porridge while reading. When it was almost done, I turned to find a bowl and saw Mom leaning against the kitchen doorframe, looking at me with wet eyes. "

Why are you up if you have a cold? Go lie down." "Okay

, I'm getting up to use the bathroom." Mom went to the bathroom. "

I can do it myself."

"No, Mom's sick. This is what I should do. Besides, you always take care of me; it's my turn today."

Mom opened her mouth and ate the porridge. I touched Mom's forehead; it was still a little hot. "

You go to sleep. I'm going to do my homework." I tucked the blanket around Mom.

Mom looked at me, her eyes welling up with tears again, as if she wanted to say something.

I quickly said, "I'm your son, it's my duty to take care of you. This is a lifelong commitment."

Hearing this, Mom wanted to cry but also wanted to laugh.

I remembered what Mom used to tease me about when I was little. "Crying and laughing at the same time, like a puppy peeing."

This time, Mom laughed completely. "Make yourself something to eat and go to bed early." After saying this, Mom closed her eyes, a lingering smile on her lips.

After finishing my homework and taking a shower, I looked at Mom again. She was sleeping soundly. I gently took off my clothes, hugged her sideways, and for some reason, felt no desire, only a deep sense of warmth.

I woke up very early in the morning, before dawn. But I figured it was close enough. My penis was erect, painfully hard. I carefully felt Mom's forehead; it was a little cool, her fever should have gone down.

My lust instantly arose, and I pulled my buttocks back slightly. I pulled down my underwear and thrust my penis into Mom's buttocks.

I slowly began to rub it. The head of my penis was pressed between her legs, a little painful. I spat and smeared some saliva on my glans, which felt much smoother. The pleasure surged instantly, and my breathing quickened. Those few minutes were truly memorable. Suddenly, I felt my mother's buttocks clench tightly, and my penis felt incredibly good. I immediately tried to push further in, but it felt a little uncomfortable; my penis hurt a bit. Just then, my mother's buttocks relaxed, and I went in a little further. But my mother's buttocks immediately clenched again, and it seemed like her hand reached out and touched me, lingering for a moment. I was immediately at a loss, frozen in fear, my heart pounding like a drum. I could only close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.

A few seconds later, I heard Mom scream and jump up as if she'd been electrocuted. She sat up and pushed me hard. I didn't dare react because I had been "asleep," and in my nervousness, I'd closed my eyes, which were only half-closed. I couldn't see Mom's expression, only hear her rapid breathing. After a while, I heard Mom go outside, and then I opened my eyes to look. It seemed like nothing had happened. I saw that my penis was soft, but the glans was still sticking out of my shorts.

"Did you hear what Mom said?" Mom asked.

"Do you know what I want to do?" I countered.

"Hmm... why don't you tell me? What do you want to do?" Mom asked.

"I... I just want to hug Mom like this, I just want to kiss Mom, I just want to touch Mom..." I hesitated for a moment, then said firmly.

Mom laughed. "Liar... What were you doing just now?" I was a little embarrassed, so I pretended to be confused. "I, I just fell asleep..." "Hmph, you little rascal, you can't do that again, understand?" Mom seemed to be criticizing me for littering.

"Then... what can I do?" I asked.

"What, what can you do?" Mom was a little confused.

I gently pinched my mother's buttocks. "Is this okay?" "No!" My mother slapped my hand, but didn't pull it away.

"Hehe..." I chuckled, seemingly knowing that my mother had tacitly approved of me touching her buttocks from now on.

"What are you laughing at?! I'm telling you, you can't do this to me anymore, Mom..." Before my mother could finish speaking, I snuggled into her arms. "What are you doing? You... Ah... No... You bad thing... Ah..." I snuggled into my mother's arms and nuzzled her breasts with my mouth, seemingly preparing to suckle her nipples. My mother laughed and pushed me away, but I held her buttocks tightly. Amidst our laughter, I slipped my hand inside my mother's pants and gave her plump buttocks a good rub... My mother pushed me away and sat up. "You! If you keep doing this, I'll really get angry!" I looked very aggrieved: "Then tell me what I can do..." "What do you mean, what can I do? Ugh, really... What do you want?" My mother seemed genuinely annoyed.

I got a little anxious: "You still touched me, didn't you? You're even worse than a stepmother..." Mom was both amused and exasperated. "I can't be bothered to talk to you. It's only because you're my biological mother that it's not allowed, you know? Silly boy!" "What? Why can't I touch my biological mother? Can't I kiss my biological mother? Can't I touch my biological mother? This is ridiculous!" "Of course you can touch other parts of me, but you can't touch my breasts, touch my butt..." "Why can't I touch you? Didn't you give birth to me from your butt? Didn't I grow up drinking your milk?" "Tell me..." "Aren't you reasonable? You're seventeen!" "So what if I'm seventeen? Does that mean I don't need my mom anymore? Fine, from now on, we'll call each other comrades." "What?" "You mean you call me Comrade AAA, and I'll call you Comrade BBBB!" "You little rascal, how dare you talk to your mother like that?" "You said it yourself, seventeen is different..." Mom laughed angrily, "You...you...you're twisting the facts...I'm not talking to you anymore, Comrade AAA, I'm going to buy groceries..." With that, Mom turned and left.

That day, Mom and I started calling each other comrades.

That evening, before going to bed, Mom said to me very seriously, "Comrade AAA, you have to go to school again tomorrow. Tonight you have to sleep obediently and not be unreasonable or disruptive..." I immediately retorted, "Comrade BBBB, please don't just accuse people of being unreasonable. I'm fighting for my mom's love, and I want to protect my right to love her." Mom laughed, "Oh, where's your mom? You're not talking about Comrade BBBB, are you?" I laughed too, "Okay, I'll formally call you Comrade Mom, okay?" "No, you either have to call me Mom, or just call me Comrade BBBB..." I hugged Mom, "I was wrong, Mom..." "Comrade AAA, admitting your mistake now? I thought you'd hold out for a few more days..." "Ah... Mom..." I hugged Mom and started to act lazy.

"Sigh, now you know what happens when you don't listen to your mom, right?" Mom was a little smug.

"Hmm!" I nodded immediately. "A child who doesn't listen to their mother isn't a good child..." "A child who touches their mother

without permission isn't a good child either..." My mother's gaze wasn't entirely stern. After turning off the light, I hugged my mother. She held my hands to her chest and whispered, "Okay, go to sleep..." I gently squeezed my mother's breasts. She didn't move, so I continued to gently knead them, pressing my increasingly hard penis against her buttocks. My mother reached out and slapped my thigh, then pushed me away, whispering, "Sweetie, no, sigh, why don't you sleep in your own bed?" I moved my lower body away a little, continuing to caress my mother's breasts. My mother didn't say anything more, and we slept like that... In the following days, my mother and I slept in separate beds, but she still allowed me to touch her breasts while sleeping, until the following weekend.

That day, I remember, was August 12th, a Friday.

From the moment Mom walked in the door, I was in a state of excitement. Mom seemed happy too, letting me kiss, hug, and touch her as I pleased. Of course, I could only touch her through her skirt, but it was enough to make me happy.

After dinner, Mom and I went for a walk. As we went downstairs, Mom reminded me to behave myself and not to touch her inappropriately… There’s a big shopping mall not far from our house, and Mom and I often go there. That day, I went with Mom again. The mall was quite crowded, and I kept whispering flattering things in Mom’s ear. For example, when a woman with a little belly came across, I said, “Mom, look, that woman has three breasts!” Mom always laughed and patted my shoulder, saying I was naughty. I felt that Mom really did seem like a little girl at that moment.

On the way home, Mom talked to me about my studies. I said I was fine, but I'd been worried all week that she wouldn't talk to me on weekends, so I felt uneasy. However, those other random thoughts had lessened a lot. I said, "Mom, you know, on Thursdays and Fridays, I went straight to bed and fell asleep, I didn't even touch you..." Mom slapped me again. "What are you saying? Not teasing your mom is a good thing, isn't it?" "Hehe, I'm afraid if I get into a habit of touching you, Mom won't be able to sleep when I'm away at university..." "Hmph, I'm just afraid you'll miss Mom when you're at university..." Mom laughed as she went inside.

As soon as I entered, I hugged Mom. She laughed and pushed me away. "Okay, Mom's going to take a shower first, you go read your book. After you shower, we'll watch TV together, okay?" I nodded. I obediently went to read my book.

Mom took a shower, came to my side, and patted my head. "It's only 8:30. Watch until 10, then go take a shower, okay?" I nodded, pouting. Mom gently touched my lips with hers and went into the inner room.

Around 10:00, Mom called me from inside, "Baby, it's past 10..." I immediately took a shower and went into the inner room. Mom had already turned off the lights and the TV. By the light from outside the bed, I saw Mom's figure, and hurriedly got into bed, snuggled up to her, and hugged her. I slipped my hand under the covers and began to grope my mother's breasts. She turned and hugged me. I was suddenly surprised to find she was wearing a cardigan. As I fumbled to unbutton it, I excitedly said, "Mom..." She interrupted me, "Don't talk so much, go to sleep!" Although she said she wanted to sleep, her hands were gently caressing my shoulders and back. I was a little confused; my hand stopped at her chest, unsure whether to continue. At that moment, she gently pulled my head closer to her chest. I understood. As I buried my head in her arms, I unbuttoned her cardigan... I took one of my mother's nipples into my mouth, and heard her moan softly. "Gently, baby..." I suckled gently on her nipple. Although no more sweet milk flowed out, I still felt incredibly sweet. My mother's hands caressed my head, shoulders, and back. My hand slowly moved to her other breast, gently kneading it, while my other hand slid down her body... My mother's hand stopped me halfway down. I grabbed her hand and continued downwards. My mother seemed to understand what I meant, but because my head was in her arms... My mother's hand could only reach my lower abdomen. I twisted my body, trying to get her hand inside my pants, because my penis was so hard it was almost bursting through my shorts. I pressed my hips as close to my mother as possible; even though it was just against her leg, it felt much better… After a while, I stopped sucking on my mother's nipple because my penis was too painfully hard. I looked up at my mother; she seemed to have fallen asleep. I looked down at her chest; the nipple that had been in my mouth was now shyly hiding inside her clothes. I reached down to my crotch and stroked my penis. Feeling a little better, I took a breath and unbuttoned the last two buttons on my mother's clothes. She didn't stop me, but when I lifted her shirt, she hugged me and whispered, "Go to sleep, baby..." I hugged her back and pressed my hard penis against her crotch. She tried to pull away, but I held her tightly. When she stopped resisting my thrusts, my hands began to knead her breasts... She seemed to be in pain and started moaning softly. Slowly, her hand reached down to my groin and grabbed my penis through my pants, gently squeezing it.

"Ah... Mom... It feels so good... Can you put your hand in?" I said, pulling down my pants and shoving my hard penis into my mother's hand.

My mother hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Go to sleep, baby..." and started masturbating.

I hugged my mother tightly, rhythmically thrusting my hips against hers. When I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, my mother let out a soft cry and tried to pull away. That's when I realized I had her pinned beneath me; she couldn't escape. As I got up, I even saw my semen dripping from her hand onto her pants... My mother went to the bathroom. I found my pants, hesitating whether I should put them on. I heard my mother come back. She came in, covering her genitals with a towel, and quickly went to the wardrobe, pulling out a pair of... She was wearing clean shorts, but in that instant, I could still clearly see my mother's plump buttocks. I was about to get up and hug her from behind when she had already put her pants back on. She turned around and threw a towel at me, saying, "Dry yourself, rub the towel and hang it up..." Then she climbed onto the bed beside me... When I came back from the bathroom, my mother was already lying down asleep. I tugged at her hand, wanting to talk to her, but she didn't turn around. She said the same thing again: "Go to sleep, Mom is tired..." But I couldn't fall asleep at all. My penis went from hard to soft, then soft to hard again. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

I sat up and looked at my mother in the moonlight. She had turned over to face me. I gently unbuttoned her clothes and lifted her collar. Her full breasts were exposed to the moonlight. Her breasts were white and soft. Because she was lying on her side, their shape was a little strange. I was so engrossed in looking at her that I didn't even notice that she had opened her eyes and was looking at me.

"Can't sleep?" Mom asked gently. I was startled and looked up at her. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, saying, "Yeah, Mom, why aren't you asleep either?" Mom touched my face. "You're tossing and turning all over the place. How can I sleep? Sigh, I really don't know what to do. Actually, this is already making me feel really bad..." As she spoke, Mom touched her clothes.

Looking at Mom, my mood suddenly turned sour. I turned my back to her and lay down on the bed, letting out a long sigh, "Sigh..." After a while, Mom gently hugged me. "What are you thinking about?" I didn't answer, but I took her hand, brought it to my lips, and kissed it. I fell asleep holding Mom like that.

The next morning, I woke up to find the sky already a little bright. The soft light filtering through the curtains shone on Mom's face, and I gazed greedily at her beautiful face. My 40-year-old mother's face was still radiant; time seemed to have left no trace on her.

My mother was still asleep. Through the gap in her pajamas, I could see her fair breasts. I gently unbuttoned her clothes, but to my surprise, she woke up. She was a little dazed at first, but once she understood what was happening, she immediately turned to her side and hugged me tightly, preventing me from doing anything further. But I wasn't a big pillow; I had two hands. I grabbed my mother's breast with one hand and placed the other on her waist. After giving her nipple a hard kiss, I straightened my body, pressing my hips tightly against hers, because my penis was getting painfully hard again… My mother loosened her grip on me, but after I straightened up, she hugged me again. My hand, which had been on her waist, naturally slipped under her waistband and onto her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them tightly. In conjunction with the thrusting of my penis, I began to squeeze and thrust harder and harder… My mother's hand had somehow slipped inside my pants and grabbed my penis. My penis began to rub against her palm, and the feeling was wonderful. But I still wanted to climb on top of her. My mother didn't seem to object; she slowly turned her body, changing from a side-lying position to a supine position, and I took the opportunity to climb onto her.

At the same time, my hand slid off my mother's buttocks, touched her side, and then so naturally moved to her front. My fingertips touched my mother's pubic hair! I suppressed a cheer and continued downwards, smoothly slipping into the thicket of my mother's pubic hair, even feeling the gentle flow of a stream in the jungle... My mother seemed unaware that my hand had touched her most private part, still holding me tightly, continuing to stroke my penis. My hand continued to explore the jungle, like an explorer trekking through a muddy path in a forest... Everything stopped abruptly with that ejaculation. The room was quiet; I could hear my mother's and my own heartbeats and breathing. Neither of us spoke. My mother's hand had already withdrawn before I ejaculated, reaching inside her pants and tightly grasping my hand. But I stubbornly refused to back down, yet I couldn't continue... Mom slowly pulled my hand out, gently pushed me, and I rolled off her. Mom sat up, checked her pants, and said softly, "You've gotten it all over Mom again..." before getting up and leaving.

I could feel my crotch was a mess, but I didn't clean it. Instead, I raised my right hand and smelled it. A strange scent entered my lungs through my nostrils, then my heart, and finally my entire body. I was intoxicated by this feeling... Suddenly, I realized something was wrong, because it seemed like a long time had passed, and Mom hadn't returned. I suddenly jumped up and rushed out, but stopped abruptly in the middle of the outer room because I saw out of the corner of my eye that Mom was sitting by my bed.

I turned around and saw that Mom had only glanced at me briefly, still sitting quietly. I felt relieved; I had thought Mom had done something foolish.

"Mom," I called softly as I approached her. She didn't answer, but two glistening tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Mom?!" I was a little scared. I grabbed her shoulders. "Hit me, scold me, but...please don't cry..." I knelt down in front of her, looking at her anxiously.

She gently shook her head. "It's okay, baby, Mom doesn't blame you. It's Mom's fault..." "No, it's my fault, I...I..." I stammered. Although I knew I was wrong, I didn't know why I was wrong, and I couldn't promise "I won't do it again."

"You won't do it again, okay?" Mom asked.

"No..." My voice trailed off. "No...Mom...I..." "You really can't do it again...baby...Mom can't take it anymore. Mom feels so...so...wrong, really, just this once, never again...okay?" Tears welled up in her eyes again.

I could only remain silent.

After a while, I got tired of squatting and stood up. "Mom, what do you want for breakfast? I'll go buy it..." Mom glanced at the clock and said to me, "No rush, go wash up first, Mom wants to talk to you..." After saying that, Mom pushed me towards the bathroom and got up to go back to the inner room.

I quickly brushed my teeth, washed my face, cleaned my pants, and turned back to the inner room.

Mom had changed into a more formal outfit and was combing her hair.

"Mom..." I stood behind my mother, smiled, and continued, "Mom must have been very beautiful when she was young..." "You mean you're old now and not pretty anymore?" "Of course not, you're even more beautiful now..." Mom pouted, "Hmph, don't try to fool your mother," Mom turned around and pushed me towards the bedside, "Sit down properly, Mom wants to talk to you properly..." I obediently sat down, "Baby, Mom has thought it through. From now on, you'll sleep in the inner room, and I'll sleep in the outer room. You're not allowed to sleep with Mom anymore, it's really not right... You have to study hard... You have to get into university and make Mom proud... Don't get distracted, things will be alright in the future... We can't go on like this..." I lowered my head and listened to my mother's words without saying a word, "What do you say?" Mom asked.

"We..." I thought for a moment and asked, "Does what we're doing count as incest?" Mom was stunned. I continued, "Mom, what you said earlier is all true. I should study hard and try to get into university. Actually, I want to get into a good university even more than you do. It's not just about saving face. I feel like you prioritize face in these matters. For me, the so-called 'ten years of hard study, passing the imperial examination' doesn't mean how glorious it is to pass the exam. It means that passing the exam is the best affirmation of my ten years of hard work. But that's not the most important thing. The important thing is: getting into a good university means that my standard of living will be a little better than others, even if it's just a little bit better. In my opinion, that little bit of better will make your life a little better than my classmates' mothers', just a little bit better..." I looked at Mom. She seemed a little confused. I asked, "Is that right, Mom?" "Mom?" Mom nodded. "Yes, that's why Mom is willing to give you the room with air conditioning so you can study in peace..." I shook my head. "Air conditioning is good, but it's not the most important thing, Mom. If I didn't have Mom, and I had to live alone in a five-star hotel's presidential suite, eating delicacies every day, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my studies, let alone go to university, you know? Being with Mom, living happily with Mom, is my goal and pursuit. You said if we continue like this it would be incest, we'd be paraded through the streets, stoned to death. I don't know if society is still like it used to be, but are we incest now? I think not, right? What exactly constitutes incest? How can Mom and I be happy without being incestuous?" "You? Why are you thinking so much?" Mom was a little puzzled, but seemed to be starting to think about my question.

"It's not that I'm overthinking things, my thoughts are very simple. I just want to live happily with Mom. For the past two weeks, I've felt incredibly happy, especially when I'm with Mom. Really, Mom..." As I spoke, I stood up and walked to Mom's side, gently hugging her. Mom hesitated, then let me hold her in my arms. "Actually, hugging Mom doesn't feel the best..." "Really? Then don't hug me..." Mom seemed to have found a glimmer of hope, yet also seemed a little unhappy.

I kissed Mom. "Being hugged by Mom feels the best. Mom, hug me..." As I spoke, Mom got up and hugged me tightly. "Baby, Mommy hugs you..."

I started kissing my mother and whispered in her ear, "Mom, kiss me..." We kissed and embraced until we both fell onto the bed. My mother laughed and pushed me away, scolding,

"You brat, all you did was trick your mother into bed! Sigh, you should use your brain more on your studies..." "Am I wrong?" I sat up and retorted. "I've been using my brain on studying lately. You told me not to sleep with you, so I started thinking about this..." "So, it's my fault then?" My mother looked both amused and exasperated. "

Of course it's your fault. Everything was fine, but you insisted on sleeping outside. You must have something wrong with your head..." I pressed my advantage. "Originally? Originally, you were supposed to sleep outside

. Okay, let's go back to the original plan. You sleep outside, and I'll sleep in the air-conditioned room..." "Stepmother, stepmother doesn't treat her son like a human being! I'm going to die of heat..." I started to whine again.

"Haha," Mom laughed, "Go call them from the yard, I'll get you a megaphone..." Mom and I joked around on the bed for a while. Mom got up to make breakfast, and I said, "Never mind, I'll treat you today. What would you like to eat, Mom?" "You're treating? Okay, Mom wants shark fin soup and snow frog. Oh, and snow frog is good for your complexion, so let's have snow frog..." Mom looked at me.

I firmly said, "No problem, I have over three hundred yuan, I'll squander it all today! I'll go right now!" "Silly boy." Mom smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "Mom's favorite food is xiaolongbao and beef noodles, go ahead." After breakfast, I started reading. Around eleven o'clock, Mom came back from grocery shopping, and I went to the kitchen with her to cook. Under Mom's guidance, I learned to cook several dishes. Mom always says that the best chefs are actually men, so I should learn to cook a few dishes too, at least so that if I argue with my wife in the future, I won't be afraid of not having anything to eat.

After lunch, I asked if the air conditioning would be on so I could take a nap. Mom laughed and said, "Okay, you can sleep by yourself..." I laughed, "Mom, want to sleep with me?" "No, I'm cold..." "Then let's not turn on the air conditioning..." "Without the air conditioning, it'll be too hot huddled together!" I sulked a little and lay on my little bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. I tossed and turned until past two o'clock. I got up, washed my face, and went to the door of the inner room to look. Mom seemed to be sleeping soundly. I walked over quietly, kissed her on the cheek, and touched her thigh. Mom woke up, moved aside to make room for me, and I hugged her, then touched her buttocks and said, "You go to sleep, I'm going to read..." Around four o'clock, Mom got up, came behind me, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. "What do you want for dinner, baby? Mom will give you..." "Make..." "We haven't finished our lunch yet, let's add a fish, teach me how to cook fish..." "Okay, Mom will go buy a fish in a bit..." As I spoke, I stood up and stretched my limbs. Mom watched from the side and said enviously, "Ah, it's so good to be young. Mom's old arms and legs can't move anymore..." "Who says?" I perked up immediately, "Grandma Li is almost seventy, and she's still dancing senior disco!

Don't make excuses for your laziness..." Mom laughed, "You little rascal, lecturing your mother now, don't think your mother can't do anything!" As she spoke, Mom stretched her legs a few times next to me, stretched for a while, and said to me with a smile, "You little rascal, can you do your mother's moves?" As she spoke, she lifted her leg and easily did a "skyward kick," which is standing on one leg and the other leg straight up, the two legs forming a "I" shape.

I stared in disbelief. Only after Mom put her leg down did I start clapping. "Amazing! Amazing! Do another one!" "Hmph, you want to go first?" Mom looked at me with feigned disdain. I shook my head and waved my hands. "No way. You must have practiced martial arts when you were little. Which sect are you from? Shaolin? No, you should be from the Emei sect, definitely from the Emei sect..." "Hahaha, you've read too many martial arts novels..." Mom laughed. "Sigh, thirty years... If Mom had suffered a little more back then, maybe I would have been an Olympic champion?" "No way? Mom!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide.

"Maybe. Mom started learning gymnastics in elementary school, but I just couldn't keep it up. Your grandparents didn't support it either. Even getting into a sports school...maybe they passed but didn't tell me. Anyway, I didn't go to a sports school, who knows?" Mom said, turning to look at an empty wall. She bent over and did a handstand. Before I could even see it clearly, Mom was down, tucking her shirt into her pants. Then she bent over again, using her hands as legs, and "walked" to the middle of the room. Sometimes her legs were together, sometimes wide open, sometimes her hands moved, rotating her legs.

I was stunned. When Mom stood up, I jumped over and hugged her. "Mom, you're so amazing! You, you're my idol!" I kissed her several times on the cheek.

Mom laughed. "Ah, just a few moves and I'm breathless. I'm really getting old..." "Still going strong! I want to learn!" I shouted.

"Learn my ass! I didn't train in gymnastics back then because there were meat buns to eat," Mom said with a wry smile, shaking her head. "Alright, that's enough for you to know how good Mom is. Just focus on doing those few moves correctly, that's all..." As she spoke, Mom began to guide my movements. That's when I realized that even simple movements like kicking and bending over weren't easy to do well.

Mom went out to buy fish, and I suddenly thought: Why didn't I feel like my eyes were about to pop out when Mom was doing those movements, even though she exposed her body? Why didn't I feel excited when Mom corrected my movements, even though our skin touched? Why are my feelings towards Mom so different?

Where did that feeling of shame and guilt go?

I sat at my desk, lost in thought, reflecting on the past two weeks with my mother. I felt it was wrong of me to push my luck, and even more wrong of me not to study harder. Although I didn't know the consequences of incest, I knew that my mother and I weren't incestuous yet, and we were happy.

A thought flashed through my mind: if we're happy even before incest, wouldn't we be even happier if we were?

I didn't let myself dwell on it, because my intuition told me: that's dangerous!

When my mother returned, I was practicing my English dictation, almost finishing a whole page. I turned to look at her and greeted her. But she ignored me, put the shopping basket in the kitchen, and hurried into the bathroom.

She seemed to be holding it in; the sound of running water filled the air as soon as she went in. I suddenly laughed, lightly jumped to the bathroom door, and pushed it open. My mother jumped in surprise and exclaimed, "What are you doing?" I didn't peek; I didn't let her see me at all, and quickly returned to my desk. Mom thought it was the wind and didn't say anything.

I asked from my desk, "Mom, what's wrong?" I quickly got up and walked towards the bathroom. "Nothing," Mom replied, but I was already standing at the door before she could close it. Mom stood up to close the door, and I didn't see anything except that her pants were still below her knees. Mom stood awkwardly by the door. If she didn't go, her pants would fall outside her skirt; if she did, her skirt would be exposed.

Seeing Mom's face turn slightly red, I couldn't help but laugh. Then I heard Mom shout angrily, "You little rascal, what are you looking at? Go do what you're supposed to do!" She slammed the door shut.

I went to my desk and pretended to read a book, but my mind was filled with what I had just read. Although it was blurry, that dark area made my penis very hard. Even though Mom had helped me masturbate and even give me oral sex recently, and I had touched Mom's private parts, it was always in the dark. What did it look like there? I remembered a joke I'd seen. A man who never married shouted "Shakespeare, Shakespeare!" on his deathbed. Those around him were puzzled. After thinking for a while, they realized he wasn't shouting Shakespeare, but rather "What's a cunt?" Yes, what's a cunt? I need to find a way to see my mom's... well, you know

. While I was lost in thought, my mom came out. Without a word, she went straight to the kitchen to cook. During dinner, afraid of being scolded for what I'd done, I kept quiet, finished my meal silently, and quickly cleaned up before doing my homework.

A while later, my mom went to take a shower. I hadn't thought much of it before, but that fleeting glimpse this afternoon had left me itching to see her naked. So, I tiptoed to the bathroom door, listening to the running water. After thinking for a while, I knocked: "Mom, are you done showering? I need to use the toilet." "Almost done," my mom replied. A while later, my mom came out, drying her hair with a towel as she walked.

After her bath, Mom's complexion was rosy, and her skin was much brighter than usual. At forty, she didn't look her age at all. She wore a large floral cotton nightgown and wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were erect, pressed against her clothes. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, but her waist wasn't thick. Wait, was she not wearing underwear? I couldn't even see the outline of her panties.

"What are you staring at, you little rascal?" Mom said, patting my head when she saw me lost in thought.

"Looking at a beautiful woman, Mom, you're so pretty." She then took the opportunity to hug Mom, her hand reaching towards her buttocks.

I was overjoyed; she wasn't wearing underwear. Just as I was about to lift her skirt and slip my hand inside, Mom pushed me away.

"Go do your homework. After you're done, Mom has something to tell you," she said, then went to her room to watch TV. I was left with my erect penis, walking to the bathroom to pee, but I couldn't. After waiting a long time, my penis softened, and I finally managed to pee a little.

When I was almost done with my homework, Mom asked, "Baby, are you done? It's past nine o'clock, and you didn't take a nap at noon. Go to bed early." So I quickly finished my homework. I ran

to the bathroom to take a shower, and thinking that Mom wasn't wearing underwear, my penis got hard again. I also thought that I would ask Mom to give me oral sex later, so I carefully washed my penis twice with soap. As soon as I got into bed, I hugged Mom and started to move my hands. Unexpectedly, Mom pushed me away and sat up, her face a little serious. I didn't know why. Was it because of the toilet incident in the afternoon? I felt a little nervous, but I sat down too.

"Baby, Mom has been thinking about this all day. It's time to talk to you. This morning you asked Mom if what we're doing is incest. Mom thought about it, and we're not. Mom is just concerned about you and helping you solve your sexual frustration. In the end, when Mom helps you, she's just like a tool." A tool... This is probably the most perfect tool in the world. Mom's analogy made me laugh.

Mom patted my head, looking a little annoyed, and said sternly, "Be serious, listen to what Mom has to say." I stuck out my tongue as she continued, "Really, your main task right now is to study and strive to get into a prestigious university to comfort your father's spirit in heaven." Speaking of Dad, I felt a pang of sadness. I've always admired Dad since I was little. When we played cops and robbers as kids, I always insisted on being the cop, just because Dad was a policeman. Time flies. Dad has been gone for almost seven years. A wave of bitterness washed over me, and I leaned against Mom's lap. These past years have been so hard for Mom, being both father and mother, remaining single for so many years for me. Mom has given me everything.

Mom stroked my head and continued, "What's done is done, we can't change it, but we really can't go on like this. I'm your mother." As she finished speaking, Mom became a little sentimental, and tears welled up in her eyes.

These words broke my heart, and I felt immense regret. How could I have lost control of my desires and done those things to my mother, causing her pain? I was so sorry for all the hard work she had put in for me.

After thinking for a long time, I finally said, "Mom, after Dad left, I couldn't get over it for a long time. You helped me get back to a normal life. Actually, for me, desire was one thing, but more importantly, I've always loved you. Mom, I can't live a single day without you." It was the truth. I know Mom will always be Mom, but I love her deeply, both emotionally and physically. Really, I can't live without her.

Mom gently stroked my back and comforted me, saying, "Don't cry, baby. Mom knows. Listen, there's still a year until the college entrance exam. Putting everything else aside, you must work hard in your studies and try to do well. As for life, Mom has three rules for you. First, you can only masturbate once a week, and you can't do it behind Mom's back." Once? Once is bearable, but will Mom even help me? I need to clarify, "Was it Mom who helped me that time, or was it me...?" The sudden jump in my thoughts probably disrupted Mom's train of thought. She smacked my head and then pressed it against her lap, making me lie down.

"Listen to what Mom has to say. Second, you can't force Mom. You must stop when Mom tells you to. Third, you absolutely cannot cross the line. Can you do that?" Haha, in the end, Mom is still helping me. Since I can't force her, it means she's willing, as long as there's no actual intercourse. But can I control myself...? We've done everything together, and this crucial step is missing. I need to think about something else first—how to see Mom naked during the day. I'll play dumb for now, deliberately asking Mom, "Mom, what's the line?" Mom knows my secret thoughts but doesn't answer, directly asking, "Okay, that's all. Can you do that?" To be honest, Mom's demands aren't high; she's even set a pattern for some of my thoughts. As for going further, I'll find an opportunity later. After thinking it over, I rolled over and pinned my mother beneath me, touching her breasts and proudly shouting, "Long live Mom!" "How could you forget what I just said? You've already exceeded the limit this week, twice already! You'd better go back to your own bed and sleep peacefully," my mother laughed, pulling me off her. It seemed there was no hope for tonight. I moved away, my penis still erect, secretly admiring myself for being so hard after ejaculating twice.

Mom turned to the side and continued, "Oh, right, there's something else. Next week, my company is organizing a trip to Dalian. Would you like to come with me?" "Really?" Wow, that's a pleasant surprise. The last time I went on a trip was when I was ten years old, to Beijing with my parents. I haven't traveled much in all these years. Dalian? That means we can go to the beach, and I can see Mom in her swimsuit! Come to think of it, I've never actually seen Mom in a swimsuit. As

I was lost in thought, Mom continued, "Yes, but there's one thing: you absolutely can't touch Mom inappropriately while we're there. If you can't do that, then don't go." That makes sense. I can't let anyone else know about what's going on between Mom and me, so I readily agreed. It seems I won't be able to go with Mom for a while. Well then… when I get back, I'll have to win her over first. "Okay, I know. I promise I'll complete the mission. But Mom, you have to make it up to me when you get back." Dalian is a beautiful city. Even though it's the height of summer, it's still very cool by the sea. This is the first time I've seen the ocean. The magnificent view of the sea and sky merging into one is unforgettable. I was still a little stunned watching my mother change into her swimsuit at the beach. At home, she always wore loose pajamas, but the form-fitting swimsuit showed off her figure perfectly. Her breasts were slightly sagging, and her nipples were small, feeling like small grapes to the touch, slightly upturned. I'd never seen the color of her nipples or areolas. Her waist was practically flat, with no excess fat, and her curves were smooth from her chest down, only slightly protruding at her lower abdomen. Her buttocks weren't loose like most women's; they were taut and lifted under the swimsuit. I really wanted to see my mother naked. My mother wasn't the most beautiful woman, but perhaps because she had danced as a child, she had always maintained a good figure. Her face was oval, and with her medium-length flowing hair, she looked very elegant.

Seeing me staring at her, my mother gave me a shy glare before I snapped out of my reverie. Once in the sea, the world felt refreshing. My mother wasn't a very good swimmer, so she lay half-reclined on the beach, letting the waves wash over her. I called my mom over saying I wanted to teach her to swim, but secretly I wanted to take the opportunity to touch her. My mom probably knew what I was thinking, but she still came over. I held her breast with one hand and her lower abdomen with the other, my fingers constantly slipping into her buttocks and fiddling with them. My mom, probably worried about being discovered, pinched my penis hard. It hurt so much I almost screamed, but it also reminded me that this was a public space,

and my mom and I needed privacy. This was probably the most intimate contact I had with my mom during our trip to Dalian.

Traveling is great, but it's also tiring. When we got home, my mom took a shower and went to sleep. After tidying up the house, I saw it was already eleven o'clock. I'd been holding back for so long and really wanted my mom to help me, but seeing her sleeping so soundly, I decided to masturbate first and then go to sleep. But then I missed the stimulation of being in my mom's mouth, and besides, I was a little tired, so I forced myself to sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee. I looked at the clock and it was only 4:30. The late August night was slightly chilly. Without the air conditioning on, a gentle breeze woke me up. Seeing my mother sleeping soundly, my desires stirred. This was an opportunity; it was rare for her to be so asleep. I could check on her. I considered turning on the light, but worried the bright light would wake her. I searched for a while before finding a flashlight, but then I ran out of batteries. After another search, I finally found some and got the flashlight working.

My mother was sleeping on her back. I gently lifted her nightgown. Under the flashlight, I could clearly see a dark shadow of her white underwear. As I continued lifting, the nightgown pressed down on her bottom. This wasn't working. I gently pulled her shoulder with one hand, and thankfully, she turned to her side. I pulled the nightgown up a little more, but it still pressed down there. I had to gently lay her back down. At that moment, my mother seemed to sense the movement and turned to the other side. I was incredibly nervous, terrified my mother would wake up. I immediately lay down on the floor under the bed, motionless, my heart pounding in the quiet night. After a while, when there was no movement, I peeked out. To my surprise, my mother had turned slightly, allowing me to pull her nightgown up to her breasts.

In the light, her breasts were very white, her areolas small, about the size of a coin, a dark reddish-brown. Her nipples were small, with small, bumpy bumps, similar to what I usually felt. Because she was sleeping on her side, her breasts were overlapping, creating a deep and alluring cleavage. I gently twirled her nipples a few times. Seeing that she didn't move, I continued playing with them, only to find that her nipples, just like usual, slowly hardened. It seemed that even when asleep, people still have an instinctive response to stimulation. As

I touched her, I remembered my initial purpose: what is a vagina… I quickly moved to the foot of the bed and gently hooked two fingers around my mother's panties, slowly pulling them down. Thank God, Mom still didn't wake up. I finally managed to take off her underwear.

Mom was sleeping on her side, her buttocks sticking up, her legs tightly pressed together. From the front, I could only see dark pubic hair. Turning to the back, I first saw her anus. I don't know who invented the term "anus," but it's very apt—radiating outwards from the center, the color slightly darker than the surrounding skin. Surprisingly, there were a few hairs growing around Mom's anus, something I hadn't expected. Further ahead, a thin slit, then nothing more… Mom's legs were tightly pressed together, I couldn't see anything.

After hesitating for a while, I moved Mom's right leg slightly, but the angle was still wrong. I had to go to the head of the bed and boldly push Mom's shoulder to the right. That worked! Mom was finally lying on her back. Even more gratifying was that during this process, her legs parted in her sleep. Oh my god, you finally saved me! After doing all this, I was a little too scared to move. Although it was a bit chilly, I started sweating. Looking at the clock, it was almost five o'clock.

Following my gaze, I noticed that my mother's breasts, naturally spread apart from her lying flat, made her nipples slightly smaller than when I first touched them. Not far below her navel was her pubic hair. My mother had a lot of pubic hair, but it was very soft, lying flat in an inverted triangle, covering both sides of her labia. Her labia majora were high and slightly wrinkled, forming a thin slit in the middle, not long, about five centimeters. Near the lower end was a round protrusion, which narrowed down to her anus. After

studying it carefully for a while, I finally couldn't resist and slowly climbed onto the bed, kneeling between my mother's legs. First, I tried touching the protrusion with my hand; it was soft, similar to a nipple. Then I leaned over and smelled it; there was no particular odor. Remembering how pleasurable it was when my mother gave me oral sex, I wanted to try licking her.

I stuck out my tongue and pressed it against the protrusion a few times. Lately, because I've been very close to my mother, I've researched a lot online, like female anatomy and how to help women achieve orgasm. Honestly, my mother has helped me so much, and I hope she enjoys herself while helping me. That round protrusion must be the labia minora; when stimulated, it should open to reveal the vagina. But after pressing it a few times, there was no change. Was the stimulation insufficient? Logically, even when asleep, there should be a reaction; my mother's nipples had hardened when I touched them.

So I stuck my tongue out completely and swept it across the entire vulva. After a while, I felt the protrusion swell a bit. It receded slightly, and when I shone a flashlight on it, the previously round shape had split into two halves and lengthened. There were some fine folds on it, a darker color than the surrounding area, fading towards the bottom. A small opening was visible in the middle, fleshy and squeezed together, making it difficult to see inside. This must be the vaginal opening, like a shelled clam.

I poked my head in again, my tongue probing a few times. This time it felt different—soft, wet, hot, and a little salty. It must be my mother's lubrication; she was responding. I felt a sense of accomplishment. I then thrust my tongue back to the entrance and vigorously circled it. Remembering what I'd read online—that the clitoris is as sensitive as the glans penis—I gently parted her labia, but couldn't find the legendary clitoris at the tip. Thinking that even though I couldn't see it, it couldn't be wrong, I lowered my head, circling the entrance a few times, then brushing the tip with my tongue. Soon, I couldn't tell if it was my own saliva or my mother's lubrication, but a large puddle of it flowed out. It was slippery.

I was working hard when I suddenly felt someone grab my head. It scared me half to death; every hair on my body stood on end. I froze, holding my breath. When I came to my senses, I realized it was my mother. But there was no further movement. Was she awake? No way. If she were awake, she wouldn't react like this. My courage swelled again. Whatever, I tried licking her a few more times. To my surprise, I heard her moan softly, her body twitching slightly, her hands gripping my hair even tighter. Was she really awake and embarrassed? Was she condoning my actions? That would only excite her more. So I licked her even more vigorously.

As it turned out, my judgment was wrong. Just as I was licking her with peace of mind, my mother suddenly kicked me against the opposite wall, immediately sitting up and glaring at me angrily.

I was anxious, scared, and a little wronged, and I started to cry. Seeing my reaction, my mother probably didn't say anything, so she pulled me to the bed and lay me down next to her. Between sobs, I said, "Mom, when I was little, you always told me that making others happy makes you happier. Mom, you always help me, and I want to help you too, to make you happy." Hearing this, Mom started crying too. Seeing her cry, my heart ached. "Don't cry, Mom," I said, sucking on her tears, which tasted salty. I continued kissing her nipple, and she seemed to try to pull me away, but I resolutely continued kissing down to the place that gave me birth and nurtured me. This time I was more composed, knowing Mom was conscious. This time, I wanted her to clearly experience an orgasm. After our previous experiment, my technique was more refined. Soon, Mom started writhing again, her breathing becoming heavier. Perhaps afraid I would hear, she suppressed a moan.

Then Mom turned her body, leaning her head towards me, and even tugged at my hand. I knew Mom wanted to kiss me too, so I immediately turned back, spread my legs, and placed my penis against her face, burying my head in my mouth to continue kissing her genitals. She was probably truly aroused. I could feel my mother's clitoris with my tongue; it was about the size of a mung bean. Each time I touched it, my mother trembled. I then used my mouth to pull her labia minora forcefully into my mouth, like sucking on a nipple. My mother finally couldn't help but moan.

Hearing her moans excited me greatly. My mother, in turn, first used her tongue to circle around my scrotum. That stimulation made her anus involuntarily tighten and thrust forward. My mother then pulled back a little, opened her mouth, and tightly took my glans in, circling it with her tongue. This time, it felt so good that even I groaned. My buttocks involuntarily pressed down, feeling the tip of my glans touch a soft mass of flesh—it felt incredibly good. But I was afraid of penetrating too deeply, into my mother's throat, so my buttocks arched up again, rhythmically moving inside her mouth.

The pleasure came quickly, like an electric current running from my head to my spine and buttocks, and then I started ejaculating. At the same time, I felt my mother's mouth tighten even more. Each ejaculation felt so intense, almost uncontrollable. I pressed my penis down hard, and later I thought, it's amazing how my mother could hold back. I probably really did reach her throat; I could hear her swallowing then.

After calming down, I immediately turned and pressed myself against my mother, trying to kiss her. Her mouth was tightly closed, and she was turning her head, but I stubbornly followed her lips, pushing my tongue hard into her mouth. I had never kissed my mother deeply before, but at that moment I couldn't control the urge to do it. My mother finally gave up resisting. Although I could still taste the semen in her mouth, if she could swallow it, what couldn't I kiss?

My mother gradually relaxed, and our tongues intertwined, sucking each other back and forth. The feeling of our first kiss was wonderful. We just held each other and kissed quietly until we fell asleep.

I woke up the next day at noon. When I opened my eyes, I found my mother lying on her side, looking at me with eyes full of love. I thought that gaze contained not only a mother's love for her son, but also a woman's love for her man.

That night, my mother reiterated her request for me before I went to Dalian. With such a wonderful mother, what could I say? I felt like the happiest son in the world.

From that day on, my mother seemed much more relaxed. During that time, we were like lovers. Sometimes, my mother would blush like a little girl. To me, my mother was my first love, and I think she rediscovered the feeling of being in love.

School started in a few days. People say that senior year is the most crucial. Perhaps because of the joy of being in love, even studying felt very easy during that time. Every day, I did fifty push-ups and fifty sit-ups as my mother requested to exercise. After finishing my homework, I would go to bed and kiss my mother, then hold her as I fell asleep. During the week, I would restrain my desires and wait for the weekend. My mother is so good to me; I should at least fulfill her first request: once a week.

Every weekend is a special day for my mother and me. Ever since that time I ejaculated into her throat, I've never let her perform oral sex on me again. Although she's never said anything, I can imagine it must be uncomfortable. Through constant exploration and experimentation, we've become very familiar with each other's bodies, knowing each other's sensitive spots clearly, and our cooperation has become increasingly harmonious. You could say I've explored every inch of my mother's body with my tongue, from her anus to her toes; nothing on a lover's body is unclean. I've also learned to use my fingers to stimulate her clitoris to give her a real orgasm.

I remember that was the first time I made my mother orgasm. I lay on my side next to her, sucking on her nipples, inserting two fingers of my left hand into her vagina, and precisely shaking my right middle finger around her clitoris. Soon I felt her legs begin to tense up, and her vagina began to contract. I slid my left fingers along the folds inside her vagina while shaking my right hand even faster. My mother's moans grew faster and faster, until finally she seemed to start convulsing, her whole body trembling from her vagina. My fingers were being squeezed repeatedly inside her vagina, and her belly began to heave violently. In that moment, I felt incredibly satisfied; finally, I could let my mother experience sexual pleasure. Mom, you were right, making others happy makes you happier. The emotional satisfaction at that moment was even greater than ejaculation. The only regret was that my mother never let me turn on the light. Several times I begged her, but she always refused. Perhaps only in the dark could she relax. I gave up, and besides, I had already checked with a flashlight that night.

Later, a few times, I really wanted to become one with my mother. I wanted to feel her orgasm inside her, just like my fingers did. Perhaps this was truly her bottom line. A few times, taking advantage of being on top of her, I tried to thrust my penis wildly towards her vagina, even sliding it a few times at the entrance, but she always managed to hold it back. Sometimes I'm confused. My mother and I have done almost everything intimately except for sex. What is she still holding onto? Perhaps Mom believed that as long as there was no final sexual intercourse, it wasn't incest, so what was our relationship? Later, I stopped thinking about it; as long as I was happy, that was enough.

Happy times fly by, and before I knew it, the exams were coming up. After the exams, I felt I had done well. The scores came out, and as expected, even exceeding my expectations. I ranked second in the city!

That night, we drank some red wine to celebrate, and our eyes started to seduce each other during dinner. As soon as we finished eating, we rolled onto the bed, almost instantly stripping off our clothes. Perhaps because of the alcohol, I was incredibly impulsive that day. I quickly ejaculated in Mom's mouth, and almost without a pause, I got hard again. I knew I had to make Mom orgasm. Mom seemed very excited that day too. Every time we were intimate, we turned on the stereo and let the music play, partly for the ambiance, and partly to mask our excited moans. But that day, Mom's moans sometimes even surpassed the music. Perhaps Mom's moans were my best aphrodisiac. That day, I was really impulsive, really wanting to take that final step with Mom. At the same time as my mother climaxed, I lay on top of her, held my penis with my hand, and tried to push it into her vagina. Perhaps it was fate or perhaps it was my lack of experience as a virgin, but I couldn't penetrate her after several attempts.

My mother quickly realized what I was doing and desperately pulled me off her, saying in a tearful voice, "Son, we really can't do this. I'll let you do anything except the final step." Seeing her pained expression, my desire receded like the tide. Indeed, my mother had given everything. How could I bear to hurt her? Besides, if we love each other, the final step doesn't have to be taken… Although I thought this way, I still felt a little unwilling. But I never tried to do it again. Before I

knew it, it was the New Year. After watching the Spring Festival Gala, my mother and I went to the balcony to watch the fireworks in the distance. I hugged her from behind. These past six months with my mother had been the happiest six months of my life. I told my mother that I loved her and that I would always make her happy. But after hearing my words, my mother cried. No matter how I asked, she wouldn't give a reason. Back in bed, I wanted to be intimate with my mother, but she kept pushing me away. When I forcibly pulled down her pajama bottoms, I never expected her to hit me. I was stunned. Why? Just a few days ago everything was fine, wasn't it?

Mom cried and said, "Do you remember the second rule we agreed on? Go sleep in your own bed." I really didn't understand. In that instant, my heart felt like it was being torn apart. I wanted to hug Mom; maybe she would be fine after a while. But Mom firmly pushed me away again. Looking at her somewhat unfamiliar eyes, I didn't know what to do, so I turned and went to the outer room.

That night was cold, but my heart was even colder. I didn't even know what I had done wrong. I kept thinking back on what I had done to offend Mom these past few days, but I couldn't find the reason. I could only comfort myself, thinking that maybe Mom would be better tomorrow.

This New Year was very unpleasant. When I woke up the next day, Mom was still very indifferent. That night, I still wanted to sleep in Mom's arms. After all, in the months since I came back from Dalian, I had gotten used to falling asleep in Mom's arms. But Mom rejected me again, and my heart grew even colder. I could tolerate Mom's physical rejection, but her emotional distance from me caused me immense pain.

For a while afterward, my mother's attitude remained unchanged, and I was utterly disheartened, as if my soul had been ripped out. I was in a daze all day, and in the lonely nights, I was tormented by my longing for my mother. Sometimes I even cut my arm with a knife, hoping to use physical pain to dispel the wounds in my heart, but this only made the wounds deeper. At its worst, I even thought about suicide, but I didn't have the courage.

As you can imagine, my grades plummeted. In the first city-wide mock exam, I only scored a little over 400 points.

This shocked my teacher, who came to my house for a home visit that very night. After the teacher left, my mother went to the bathroom and cried for a long time. I stood by the door, listening to my mother's cries, my heart breaking. Don't do this to me, Mom, really, I'll break down if this continues.

My mother finally came out, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I rushed to her and hugged her, crying out, "Don't do this to me, Mom, I really can't take it anymore!" I then pulled up my sleeve to show my mother the knife marks on my arm. "Mom, I miss you so much, I'm going crazy. Every time you ignore me, I cut my arm with a knife, but the physical pain can't stop my love for you. Please don't ignore me, please don't stop loving me, Mom." Mom seemed stunned. After a while, she started hitting herself hard, which terrified me too. I could only hug Mom tightly and cry, "Mom, I'm not afraid of anything else, I'm just afraid you don't love me anymore, that you won't talk to me anymore.

If you really don't like me, I'll never touch you again, okay? Mom, please." Mom didn't answer, she just hugged me tighter. I thought Mom wouldn't do that again.

After a long time, Mom pushed me away but still didn't say anything. She took her clothes to take a shower and then went to bed. I hesitated for a long time, and finally went to the inner room. After three months, I lay down next to Mom again. At that moment, I felt a sense of relief. I wanted to hug Mom, and I tentatively reached out my hand, but Mom didn't move. I knew Mom wasn't asleep yet. Was Mom indirectly rejecting me? What should I do? I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I felt anxious and restless, so I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, closed my eyes, and started masturbating frantically, recalling the intimate times I used to share with my mother.

Suddenly, I felt my mother hug me from behind, and a surge of joy welled up inside me. It seemed my beloved mother had finally returned. She slowly turned me around and knelt down, taking my penis into her mouth. That feeling was back, even better than before; after all, this was the first time we'd been intimate under the light. Her mouth was tightly closed, forming an "O," her head lowered, her bangs obscuring her face. I gently brushed her hair aside. She glanced at me, then shyly closed her eyes, deeply enveloping my penis. Her hand reached for the light switch. I reacted quickly, grabbing her hand and pulling it up, sucking on her fingers as well. My mother's nimble tongue moved in and out of my lips, constantly swirling around. Combined with my earlier masturbation, the pleasure intensified. Perhaps knowing my climax was approaching, she thrust particularly deep, the tip of my penis feeling the soft touch of flesh. I took an excited breath, feeling a tremor and quiver starting from the tip of my penis, followed by a powerful ejaculation. At this most ecstatic moment, my mother increased the intensity of the stimulation, pushing the pleasure of the climax to its peak.

When I felt that my mother had squeezed out the last drop of semen, I immediately knelt down and kissed her enchanting little mouth. I reached for my mother's buttocks, lifting her to sit on the counter. Remembering it was still March, I grabbed a few towels and placed them under her buttocks, turned on the bathroom heater, and removed her clothing. My mother was very shy under the bright light, trying to turn it off, but how could I let this opportunity pass? I stopped her, gazing at her intently. My mother looked at me with loving eyes, the same gaze that had haunted my dreams for over two months now fixed on me. Her breasts, like two pears, drooped slightly, the small nipples playfully pointing upwards. Even sitting, her lower abdomen didn't appear flabby but rather displayed an alluring curve. There, my most beloved place, was covered by my mother's hand. I pulled my left hand away, and she switched to her right. Looking up at her, I said in a hoarse voice, "Let me see, Mom, let me see the place where I was born." My mother closed her eyes, and her hand slowly loosened. Under the light of the bathroom heater, it was incomparable to using a flashlight before. That mysterious flower had quietly bloomed and unfolded without my noticing, with some dew lingering within, the alluring valley protected by a few pink guards. I lowered my head, a wave of heat washed over me, the breath refreshing. My tongue teased, parting the two overlapping peaks, a smooth and exquisite sensation. I reached out and pressed the tip of my mother's vulva, finally seeing it clearly. The pink flesh shimmered with a pearly sheen. After a quick cleansing, she swayed like a flower. I thrust downwards into her clitoris, feeling the life-giving water flow. I swallowed a mouthful of nectar, my hand sliding over her tip while my mouth roamed freely. My mother's legs tightened, and she grabbed my hair. But my heart began to ponder. To be chaotic or not to be chaotic, that is the question.

If I didn't seize this opportunity, I might never have another chance. But if I did, could my mother bear it? Are boundaries really that important? How different are past intimacy from these boundaries? Let it be chaotic, let it be chaotic, even if it's chaotic, it's the chaos of love. Chaos may have occurred, but love is innocent. Since we love each other so deeply, why give up? Since we've come this far, why cling on?

My hands moved faster, my tongue more agile, I danced with all my might for my mother's climax, my moans like heavenly music, my breath like fragrant orchids. There, there, I first flicked, then began to contract, my tongue curling up and forcefully plunging into the depths, bouncing and being tightly gripped. My mother held my head, pressing it down firmly.

It was time. Before my mother had fully recovered from her climax, I stood up, pinched my penis, and, using the light, aimed precisely at the entrance. I thrust forward and it went in. Warm, moist, and enveloping, I felt the foreskin slowly sliding back inside her vagina. Following the glans to the base, it was a little tight, but so slippery that it went in easily, all the way in. In terms of pure physical stimulation, it wasn't as intense as my mother's oral sex, but at that moment, my heart was filled with unparalleled excitement. I had finally become one with my mother, transforming from a boy into a man, becoming my mother's man, transcending all boundaries and breaking all taboos.

My mother opened her eyes, trying to push me away in terror. But it was too late; the die was cast. Even if I gave up, it was too late to undo the damage. What difference did it make whether I went in once or a thousand times? I gripped her arms tightly, crossing my hands behind my back, pressing my chest against hers, leaving no gap. Her breasts were probably squeezed into a pancake shape. My hips began to thrust rapidly, the head of my penis completely enveloped. The faster I moved, the more pleasurable the soft flesh inside her vagina felt. My mother's head rested weakly on my shoulder, and I felt her tears streaming down my back. It was getting dry, but the stimulation seemed to intensify. Each friction brought the pleasure to my entire penis. It was coming, it was coming! I thrust, using all my strength to push my penis as deep as possible. In that instant, I whispered, repeatedly murmuring, "Mom, I love you, I love you."

How could I face my mother? When reason returned, how could I face her? I could only hold her like that. Mom patted my back, signaling me to let go. I slowly released her, and looking into her tearful eyes, I felt a sudden surge of fear; all my previous courage had vanished. I slapped my face repeatedly, crying,

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me..." Mom didn't say anything. She slid off the table to the floor, picked up the towel she had been using to wipe the semen from my thighs, then wiped my penis. She turned off the light, put her arm around my waist, and led me back to the inner room to lie on the bed.

But the calm only intensified my fear. I wished Mom would explode: "Mom, hit me! Mom, scold me!" Mom smiled bitterly, stroked my head, and held me close, facing me, saying, "It's late, go to sleep, baby." I felt so cold, curled up into a ball, my body still trembling. Mom held me tightly, warming me, but I knew I had truly hurt her this time. Her tears soaked the pillow.

The next day, I woke up very early. My mother was still asleep. Usually, I would wake her up, wash up together, and then go out together. But today, I really… I quickly got ready and left. When I got to school, I was still thinking, but the mistake had been made and couldn't be undone. Let it be. I'll try my best to do well in my studies and offer my mother some comfort.

When I came back in the evening, my mother had already prepared dinner. At the dinner table, she held my hand and said, "Baby, the past is past, no matter how much you think about it, you can't go back. From now on, I only have you left. You must take good care of yourself, study hard, and live up to my expectations." "Mom, I'm sorry, please forgive me?" My mother's lips curled up slightly, but that smile felt more painful than her crying. I was really wrong yesterday. Just that one moment of impulsiveness caused so much pain for both of us. I regret it so much.

After finishing my homework and taking a shower that night, I secretly went to the bed in the inner room and hugged my mother's warm body. My mother sensed my presence, turned over, and hugged me without saying a word. I comforted myself, thinking that maybe my mother had already forgiven me.

The weekend arrived. As usual, Mom took a shower first and then lay in bed watching TV. After I finished my homework, I got into bed, turned off the TV, and hugged Mom as usual. But my penis involuntarily became hard, pressing against Mom's buttocks. I felt a little embarrassed, so I stuck my butt out, trying to keep it from touching Mom. The blanket was a bit thick, and after a while, I started sweating. This wasn't a solution, so I went to the bathroom to take care of it myself. Just as I was about to get up, Mom pulled me back, and to my surprise, she kissed me.

I was a little dazed but responded to Mom, and then I immediately realized what was happening and kissed her back passionately, my hands reaching out to touch her body. After kneading her breasts and turning to her nipples, I slipped my hand down into her panties. My mother seemed to hesitate for a moment, then released her hand. Her vulva was still dry, so I gently pressed a few times at the entrance, then moved upwards. As I touched her, I felt her labia minora slowly parting, becoming slightly wet. My hand moved to her clitoris, and my mother nervously squeezed her legs together. I forcefully spread her legs apart and continued to caress her most sensitive areas. My mother was different from usual; she didn't make a sound, even during her orgasm, she held it all in, only breathing heavily.

What should I do? I asked myself. What should I do next? Analyzing my mother's behavior, perhaps I had overcome my psychological hurdle. Should I have sex with my mother? Could I? If it were my mother… probably not, otherwise she wouldn't have… Never mind, desire overcame reason again. Let's try it. I pulled down my underwear from behind, my penis jerking and bouncing against my stomach. I rolled over, pinning my mother beneath me, my penis pressed against the entrance but not moving forward. I thought I'd give up if she refused, but this time she didn't move. I tentatively pushed forward a few times, but she still didn't move. My courage grew, and my penis found a hollow in the opening. With a forceful thrust, it went in more easily than last time. I felt her body tense, perhaps a little resistance in her heart. I kissed her mouth tenderly, stirring it gently. My penis began to thrust in and out. This was what sex felt like. Last time felt somewhat like raping my mother.

The sensation in my penis wasn't intense, but the blissful feeling of merging, becoming one, and being intimately connected far surpassed physical pleasure. Every thrust was filled with deep love. I got wet, I ejaculated. My mother and I were still kissing, as if trying to absorb each other deeply. Later, I thought, perhaps a deep kiss better expresses our love.

Women also need the nourishment of rain and dew; my mother's complexion improved, and her skin became smoother. In the days that followed, my mother and I were like a couple who had reconciled after an argument, even more loving and cherishing of each other. Every weekend, we tried different positions, exploring the mysteries of each other's bodies. My mother gradually opened up, enjoying the pleasures of sex and love with me.

Spring passed, and summer slowly arrived. My mother wore less and less clothing, basically just pajamas and underwear at home. Sometimes I would unconsciously stare at her, lost in thought. Sexual attraction is one aspect, but love is more important.

I understand that sex is merely an extreme expression of love, while love is the root.

Before the college entrance exam, we had three days off, but my mother took a week off to be with me. I didn't study during those three days; I knew I had absolutely no problem with the exam and my grades. Just like before a war, what's most needed is relaxation.

That afternoon, I woke up from a nap, and my mother was still asleep. I quietly admired her face. The sunlight streaming through the gauze curtains was invigorating. Gently, I unbuttoned my mother's clothes, and in the sunlight, even the fine hairs on her skin were clearly visible. My mother woke up, and we kissed. I gently entered her from behind; through repeated attempts, I learned that entering her from behind was the most effective way. Love is like flowing water, and so is lovemaking—indulging when it's time to surge, and pausing when it's time to rest. I became increasingly adept at controlling the rhythm of our lovemaking. Indeed, my mother was right: making others happy makes you happier. During lovemaking, I always let my mother experience orgasm first. At the moment of her climax, I would savor every tremor and throbbing of her body with my penis, and then thrust fiercely to prolong her orgasm until I ejaculated inside her. At that moment, a man's pride would overshadow all physical pleasure.

Six hundred and ninety-seven points—to get first place in the city was a surprise even to myself, let alone others. But I knew that the vast majority of this achievement was thanks to my mother. That summer, as scorching as the weather outside the window, my mother and I were composing our own magnificent symphony. Every part of my mother's body is open for me, even that alluring chrysanthemum terrace; perhaps she sees it as another offering of her virginity.

School is about to start, and parting is always heartbreaking. This is the first time in my life I'm about to be separated from my mother.

How I wish I could stay in her arms forever, always be her good baby. But what breaks my heart even more are her words:

"Baby, university life is a new chapter in your life; everything from the past with me should be forgotten."

"Mom knows you love me deeply, but no matter what, I am still your mother. This is a tragic love that the world cannot accept. If there is an afterlife, Mom would like to follow you and be your beautiful bride, but in this life, we can only be mother and son." Is it over? "No, I want to love Mom for all eternity, and be with Mom forever." "Baby, life has many stages, and life has many missions. The meaning of life lies in reproduction and inheritance, just as Dad and I gave birth to and raised you, and you will soon be the same. Mom is just a movement in your life, no matter how magnificent, it will eventually fade away. Baby, thank you for the happiness you brought Mom this past year, whether it is the happiness of being a mother or the happiness of being a woman. Let go, for your sake, and even more so for Mom's sake, bury this past deep in your heart, otherwise Mom will not know how to live." "Is this the last time?" "Yes, the last time." This time, lovemaking was filled with sadness.

The leaves turned yellow and fell again, is Mom far away doing well? I know that for the rest of my life, Mom will always reside in the warmest place in my heart, never fading.

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