The author of "The Moon Represents My Heart" is unknown.

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

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

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

Since then, I have tried my best to study hard, but I can't get rid of my habit of masturbating at night because I love my mother too much.Watch free HD movies and TV shows online and download pbn every day

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

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

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

After dinner, when we got back to our room, Mom said she was going to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. When she finished showering, she came out and saw that I had moved the two single beds together, making it look like a double bed. She asked me in surprise why, and I said, "I haven't slept with Mom in years, so I'm going to sleep with her tonight." Mom laughed and said, "You're still so young! You're so old and you still want to sleep with Mom? Aren't you ashamed?" "Not ashamed at all! I'll always be Mom's little child, and little children should sleep with their mothers." "Okay, but don't move around too much, and don't have any bad thoughts." "Yes, I promise!" After saying that, I ran to take a shower too, and crawled into bed wearing only my underwear. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had air conditioning, so I needed a thin blanket.

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

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

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