Delicate Mother

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I am the eldest son in my family, with a younger brother three years my junior. My brother has always been in poor health and, being younger than me, naturally received more attention from my parents. However, as a child, I always felt that my parents were biased, treating me less well than my brother, which fueled my resentment. Perhaps because of this, I was rebellious, withdrawn, and had a very short temper from a young age. I rarely did anything to please my parents, often going against them and making them angry. My parents were helpless in the face of this. The only thing that brought them comfort was that my grades were relatively good. I studied very hard, because I wanted my parents to know that I was better than my brother. Around the age of twelve or thirteen, I gradually developed a strong interest in women, and masturbation went from occasional to daily. However, masturbation couldn't truly satisfy me; I craved real pleasure. At that time, society and schools were still very conservative, and pursuing girls at my age was a serious matter, attracting gossip and judgment. Being very vain, I naturally didn't want to do such a thing. Besides, my eccentric personality made it impossible for me to win a girl's heart. I could only endure it, hoping to grow up soon and find a wife. I don't know when it started, but my mother gradually attracted me, and later I even made her the object of my sexual fantasies. At first, I felt guilty, always feeling remorseful afterward. But after about two years, the guilt gradually disappeared; by then, my infatuation with my mother had reached a fever pitch. My mother had a dignified and delicate appearance, a refined face, and an elegant demeanor. She was even more graceful and charming when she wore a cheongsam and high heels. Although there were some traces of time on her face, her fair skin, her curvaceous figure, and especially her mature feminine allure, had captivated me at that time. Whenever I recall those days, my heart races. I wanted to be with my mother so much; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I was obsessed. My mother is the only woman in my life who has ever truly driven me mad. Despite my desire, I couldn't think of any way to fulfill my wish. In desperation, I could only use my mother's personal belongings for some solace. Later, I wanted to peek at my mother's body, but I never had the chance. At the time, I didn't realize that because I was so infatuated with my mother, I sometimes lost control in front of her. Although I never said or did anything to her, she was already wary of me and always on guard, afraid that I would do something shameful. It was only when I grew up and looked back that I understood this; at the time, I was truly oblivious. One Sunday noon, the opportunity seemed to come. Around 2 PM, while everyone was still taking a nap, my mother got up to change her clothes and prepare to go out. Perhaps thinking that everyone else was still sleeping, she just casually closed the door without locking it, and the door opened a crack by itself. I happened to get up and pass by her room, and through the crack in the door, I saw my mother changing clothes with her back to the door. I was overjoyed, and after a moment's hesitation, I greedily stared at my mother's body. Even though I only saw my mother's bare upper back, it was enough to make me infatuated. When my mother finished putting on her shirt and was about to change her pants, she suddenly realized something, turned around abruptly, and my despicable behavior was discovered. I hurriedly ran back to my room… Mom came back shortly after leaving. I didn't dare look her in the eye, but I could sense her anger. My mind was a mess, completely blank. I barely managed to finish dinner before rushing back to school to study. I spent the entire night at school, unable to concentrate on a single book. I felt incredibly ashamed, too embarrassed to face anyone. Then I thought about how if Mom told Dad, he might beat me to death. I was even more worried about whether my parents would let our relatives and friends know (I was so naive back then). I couldn't help but think, "If that happens, it would be better if they beat me to death." When I got home that night, Mom and Dad were still watching TV in the living room. Mom's face was tense; she didn't even look at me, but Dad didn't seem upset at all. I breathed a slight sigh of relief. For the next few days, nothing happened. Mom didn't scold me, and slowly, she started talking to me again. I finally felt relieved. After this incident, I remained infatuated with Mom, and I became a little bolder. At noon, when Mom was sleeping alone, I would sneak a peek at her sleeping posture. At first, I just stood at the door and watched, but later I went inside and stood by the bed. That noon, I went to peek again. Looking at my sleeping mother, I really wanted to pounce on her without hesitation. For some reason, I suddenly felt that it would be okay to unbutton her pajamas. So, I quietly climbed onto the bed and started unbuttoning her pajamas. I had just unbuttoned one button, and as I was about to unbutton the second, my mother woke up, and I ran away for my life. I still remember the look of shock and anger on my mother's face when she woke up. But this time, I wasn't as scared as before. Sure enough, nothing happened afterwards, except that my mother was a little cold towards me. Because of my mother's "indulgence," I became bolder. I thought that even if I did something more outrageous, my mother wouldn't do anything to me, and she wouldn't let anyone else know. I even had the thought of raping my mother, but I couldn't think of a good way to do it, and I couldn't make up my mind. After all, I was still a little afraid of my father. A few days into summer vacation that year, my father (he was a teacher) took his students to a summer camp. I felt I had a chance and was incredibly excited. But several days after Dad left, I still couldn't figure out how to proceed. With his imminent return, I became angry with myself, silently cursing my own incompetence. That night, Mom was brewing medicine in the kitchen—I still don't know what kind of medicine it was; maybe she had heatstroke that day, or maybe it was medicine to regulate her body. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I could use sleeping pills to drug Mom, and Grandpa had them. This thought thrilled me. After confirming with Mom that the medicine was hers, I rushed to Grandpa's house to find the sleeping pills. Grandpa often suffered from insomnia and always kept sleeping pills at home. When I arrived, Grandpa was out playing cards with his friends, while Grandma was busy tending to the chickens. I lied to Grandma, saying I was visiting a classmate and had stopped by. After a few words, Grandma went back to her work. I seized the opportunity to slip into the room, found the sleeping pills, and without even looking at them closely, quickly poured out five pills and ran home. When I got home, Mom hadn't finished brewing the medicine yet. I started calculating how many pills to add. I knew too many could be fatal, while too few would be ineffective. Then I remembered that Grandpa usually took one pill, so three would probably be enough. After making up my mind, I secretly added three pills to the medicine that was simmering while Mom wasn't in the kitchen. I was very excited while adding the pills, both thrilled and a little scared; that moment was unforgettable. The medicine was ready quickly. Mom poured herself a bowl and drank it. Not long after, Mom seemed very sleepy. She seemed puzzled but didn't say anything and went to her room to sleep. About half an hour after Mom fell asleep, I tried to calm myself down. Although I was still a little nervous, I wasn't too scared. When I saw my younger brother still engrossed in a martial arts novel in his room, I quietly slipped into Mom's room and gently locked the door. The room was dark, and I could faintly smell Mom's breathing. The scent of perfume and Mom's natural fragrance told me that getting Mom back was no longer a dream. I suppressed my excitement, turned on the bedside lamp, and slowly climbed into bed. My mother was fast asleep in bed. I pinched her cheek hard and patted her body to make sure she was really under the influence of the drug. At that moment, I felt a little lost, like a child who had suddenly received a large sum of money. I thought I should hug my mother, kiss her, and take off her clothes. But for some reason, I suddenly felt embarrassed, awkward, and couldn't get excited. After hesitating for a while, I took off all my clothes, leaned against my mother, and gently stroked her beautiful hair. Looking at her gently closed eyes and small lips, I couldn't help but lean my lips closer... (I kissed her... I kissed her...) I kept screaming in my heart. My mother's soft lips gave me an unprecedented shock... Like a greedy bee gathering nectar, I kept sucking on my mother's lips... As I sucked, I smelled the faint fragrance of yogurt emanating from my mother's mouth, my tongue constantly trying to pry open my mother's tightly closed teeth. This ease of soon being able to do whatever I wanted gave me even greater pleasure... My mother's originally tightly closed teeth were finally pried open by me, my tongue passing through those white teeth and touching my mother's even softer tongue. My mouth greedily attracted the faint fragrance from my mother's mouth, while my hands began to move restlessly over my mother's body... Because it was summer, my mother wore a silver-white satin long dress, which was quite transparent, and I could vaguely see that she was only wearing underwear underneath. My mother's top was a traditional yet flamboyant blue satin cheongsam with silk knotted buttons. This was originally a very traditional style for Chinese women, but somehow, wearing it on my beloved mother had an irresistible sexy attraction for me... Perhaps... this is what they call a special kind of love. I carefully lifted my mother's skirt, revealing her snow-white, full buttocks. I reached down and pulled her white panties down to her ankles, leaving her long skirt on, only exposing her alluring figure. At that moment, I closed my eyes and passionately sucked, my tongue swirling in her mouth. Suddenly, my mother exhaled heavily, startling me. I quickly opened my eyes… Seeing that she was still peacefully asleep, like Sleeping Beauty, I felt relieved, but also even more aroused… Looking at my beautiful mother sleeping soundly, my resolve strengthened! (Mom, I will completely conquer you!…)…) I reached out and unbuttoned my mother's blouse and bra one by one… Looking at her small, still-recessed breasts, just like my sleeping mother, I couldn't help but fidget with them with my fingers… Then I watched them slowly awaken, until they were fully erect… I couldn't resist lowering my head and starting to suckle intently, occasionally flicking them back and forth with my tongue, my hands constantly kneading my mother's breasts, feeling the warmth and elasticity in my palms… At the same time, I felt my mother's heartbeat gradually quickening in my hands… I stared at my mother in a daze, almost forgetting what I was going to do next… It wasn't that I was timid, but rather that I was captivated by the beautiful sight before me: pale red… The areola, at the very tip of her firm, rounded nipple, was licked with my tongue. I looked up at my mother and, finding her still fast asleep, grew bolder, taking her entirely into my mouth and sucking… My hands were busy kneading her breasts… Gradually, my mother awoke, her nipples erect on my areola. Sucking on her hardened nipples, I became even more excited and greedy, licking them back and forth with the tip of my tongue, while simultaneously enjoying the undulating sensations from her breasts as my hands kneaded them… I kissed my mother's hands and arms, then her legs, continuing my kisses down to her feet. I had sworn that if I ever had the chance, I would kiss every part of my mother's body, and now I was going to make it happen. As I kissed, I grew more and more excited, and the inhibitions in my heart slowly disappeared. I passionately kissed my mother's lips, then removed her clothes, caressing her gently. My mother's breasts sagged slightly; this mature sensuality drove me wild with desire. I kissed, bit, and kneaded her forcefully, wanting to swallow her whole. At that moment, I was truly at the peak of excitement… Finally, I couldn't resist and my hands began to wander to my mother's firm and full breasts… Gazing at the clitoris at the tip of her vulva, the little bean shyly peeking out. (Wow… so Mom wasn't unaware while she was asleep…) I intensified my tongue's rapid back-and-forth manipulation of her clitoris, occasionally sucking and pulling it with my lips. Gradually, my mother's mysterious valley slowly became moist, the large opening like a long-sealed gate slowly opening, while the small opening resembled a blooming rose, delicately unfolding. Right in the center of the flower, I saw the path I had taken fourteen years ago, and at the end of that path was the haven I had longed for. Looking at my mother's pink peach blossom entrance, I confirmed my thoughts: Dad simply didn't know how to properly develop this sacred place of my mother's. Nestled between my mother's thighs, I greedily explored the layers of her secret flesh. Gradually, her juices flowed more and more, and I, like a thirsty traveler in the desert, greedily wanted to have my way with her. At that moment, my mouth was filled with my mother's smooth, sweet, lustful fluid, and my nostrils were filled with the most private scent of her hidden forbidden territory… I gazed curiously at the woman's private parts, which held a mystery for me. I kept fiddling with them, examining them closely. The sweet fragrance of my mother's private parts made me unable to restrain myself any longer. With a thrust, I pressed myself against my mother, grasping my penis and eagerly trying to enter… I thought it would be an easy thing, but my first "invasion" was quite an effort, sliding around and struggling before I finally succeeded. As I lay on my mother's fair and slightly plump body, I slowly pushed my penis into her tender opening. With a soft "plop," the two labia softly opened, tenderly welcoming the return of their "master." After entering, I stopped. I felt my mother's already somewhat relaxed, warm, slippery, and soft vagina tightly embracing my precious baby. Enjoying the most precious and wonderful "resource" of my mother's body, the feeling was wonderful, an extremely frenzied sense of possession and satisfaction. At this moment, my sleeping mother seemed to let out a soft moan. After savoring the sensation of entering, I hugged my mother's body tightly and began to thrust back and forth forcefully. I felt that my mother's insides were becoming increasingly slippery and comfortable. I became more and more excited, and my movements became larger and larger, thrusting hard into my mother, occasionally making "squeak, squelch" sounds. I thrust faster and harder, relentlessly pounding against my mother's uterus with a "gurgling" sound, my scrotum slapping against her breasts with a "slapping" sound. The captivating sounds were a beautiful symphony. Overwhelmed by lust, I no longer cared whether my mother would wake up... I slowed my movements, wanting my sleeping mother to feel the fullness my long penis brought her. Unexpectedly, my mother seemed to sense it, slightly furrowing her brows and letting out a soft breath, a satisfied smile unintentionally appearing on her lips... "Ah... Mom... your uterus is sucking me again... ah... ah..." Seeing my mother like this, I felt greatly encouraged and began to thrust back and forth continuously. My mother's vagina gripped me tightly, the tender flesh inside scraping against my penis, it felt so good. My movements became larger and larger, several times almost slipping out completely, but just as it was about to slip out, my mother's mouth would hold my anus, acting as both a brake and a feeling of being tightly gripped. I placed my mother's legs on my shoulders, and my movements became increasingly intense. Because her buttocks were raised high, I could penetrate even deeper, and with a forceful thrust, my entire head entered her uterus. My mother's cervix tightly enveloped the glans behind me, as if there was a tremendous suction force inside, like lips constantly sucking at me. An immense pleasure surged to my head, and I thrust wildly, like a madman... Looking down at my mother's tender flesh as I moved in and out, I felt a great sense of accomplishment... Gazing at my sleeping mother, her previously furrowed brows had relaxed, replaced by a flushed face. She looked so beautiful. Naturally, I didn't neglect the rhythmic movements of her body, grasping and kneading them tightly with both hands, occasionally using my fingers to massage her erect penis. I thrust vigorously, enjoying the pleasure inside my mother's soft, moist vagina. Her body began to writhe restlessly, and as more fluid was released, she remained fast asleep. I grew increasingly bold... I lay on top of her soft flesh, sucking desperately, occasionally biting it lightly... My movements became increasingly frenzied... My hands left her vagina and moved to her back. I hugged her tightly, rubbing my cheek against her hard penis. Her breathing grew heavier... "Mmm... mmm..." she began to moan unconsciously. I changed my approach, pressing tightly against her vagina and rubbing forcefully. My thrusting motion became like a lever, moving up and down inside her, giving me immense stimulation, like churning soft, fleshy pulp. "Mom...it feels so good...ah...your pussy is so...warm...so wet..." Mom's sensations seemed to intensify. Her tender clitoris hardened from my shavings. Looking at her increasingly flushed cheeks, it seemed she was enjoying this dreamlike pleasure. Little did she know, the person on top of her wasn't a figure from a dream, but her own son, with whom she spent every day. "Hmm...hmm..." Mom's breathing grew heavier...Just then, I suddenly felt Mom begin to spasm irregularly. I knew she was about to climax, so I rubbed her even harder... "Ah...ah..." A long breath escaped from Mom's throat. I felt her soft vulva begin to contract rhythmically. Suddenly, a warm liquid rushed towards me without warning, and my glans was abruptly stimulated. "Ah... Mom... son... can't hold back... anymore..." With my mother's rhythmic movements, I could no longer resist and ejaculated deep into her womb, quietly enjoying the tidal wave of her fluids washing over me and the rhythmic flow... It's a pity my mother had a tubal ligation after giving birth to my brother; all my countless precious seeds have been wasted. For some reason, thinking about this makes me feel a little regretful! But it's okay, from now on I can do whatever I want with her, p://dtlikes.The first area is never afraid of causing any unmanageable trouble. For a long, long time, I reluctantly pulled out my mother's already limp... Watching the slow flow from my mother's mouth, I hurriedly dressed and went back to my room. My younger brother probably noticed my strange expression, looked at me, but didn't say anything, and then lowered his head to read his novel again. I took a shower and went back to my room to sleep. But I couldn't fall asleep no matter what. I wasn't afraid of my parents hitting me, I was just afraid that others would find out about this. And my guilt quickly disappeared, because I always thought that my parents treated me worse than they treated my younger brother, so I always had some resentment towards my parents. At this time, my mind was very confused. I was afraid that others would find out, and I was also disgusted with my behavior. Finally, I got up and wrote a note to my mother: "I'm sorry, Mom, please don't tell anyone. I promise I won't do it again." At that time, I really didn't want to have a sexual relationship with my mother anymore. After writing it, I put the note on my mother's bedside. I woke up past ten the next morning, and as I thought back to the previous night, it felt like a dream. Just as I was wondering how my mother would fare, I heard my younger brother talking to her outside her room. He asked why she hadn't gone to work, and she weakly replied that she wasn't feeling well and had taken the day off, then went back to her room. My brother prepared lunch that day, and my mother didn't eat with us. In the afternoon, she went to work. When she returned home that evening, she washed vegetables and cooked dinner as usual, as if nothing had happened. During dinner, my mother and I avoided each other's eyes. I secretly glanced at her; she looked a little haggard, but her face didn't show any particular expression. I felt relieved, knowing that nothing bad would happen. A few days later, my father returned. In front of him, my mother would even speak to me, but when it was just the two of us alone, she wouldn't talk to me. Of course, this didn't happen often. I didn't feel particularly awkward about this relationship. After we did it, at first I felt really disgusted and thought I would never think about it again. Less than a month later, my desire for my mother rekindled, and I relived that night. I was once again overcome by lust, wanting to have her again. But there were always other people at home, and I couldn't find an opportunity. One evening, near the end of summer vacation, the opportunity finally came. My father and brother were out, leaving only my mother watching TV in the living room. I couldn't resist any longer. I went up to her, hugged her, and kissed her incessantly, groping her body, trying to force myself on her. My mother firmly refused, resisting with all her might. We struggled for about an hour. I felt it was difficult to succeed, and I was afraid my father and brother would return, so I let her go. A few days later, one Sunday afternoon, my father went back to school to prepare for the start of the new semester, and my brother went out to play. Not long after my brother left, my mother also wanted to go out. I think she was afraid of being alone with me, but I stopped her and forced myself on her again in her room. This time I was more violent, tearing my mother's clothes. Just as we were struggling most intensely, we suddenly heard someone open the door and come in. I was so startled that I jumped out of bed, grabbed my clothes, and tried to run out. Unexpectedly, Mom grabbed me and whispered, "Are you crazy? Going out like that?" It suddenly dawned on me that my bedroom door faced the main entrance; if I went out, I'd bump into whoever came in, and everyone would understand what was going on. At that moment, we recognized my younger brother's voice. I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked at Mom; her face was pale, she was clutching a piece of clothing to her chest, staring intently at the door, looking very nervous. I realized then that Mom was just as afraid of being found out as I was. After confirming that my brother had gone back to his room, I straightened my clothes and left, pretending to have just come from the bathroom. Although I had failed again, I was happy; I had figured out a way to get Mom's attention. That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, I lay awake in bed. After midnight, I got up and tiptoed to my parents' room. Dad was snoring loudly, fast asleep. Dad is hard to wake when he's asleep. I boldly went inside and went to my parents' bedside. By the faint starlight from the window, I looked at my sleeping parents. My father slept on the outside, and my mother on the inside. At that moment, the only place I could easily and safely touch was my mother's feet. I bent down and gently stroked her feet. Soon, my mother woke up. When she realized it was me, she was terrified and tried to stop me, attempting to pull her feet away. I didn't care; I held her feet firmly, preventing her from pulling them away, and then even provocatively sniffed them. My mother seemed a little embarrassed by my actions. My mother's feet were beautiful, with only a faint smell, which didn't smell bad at all, but rather quite pleasant. Seeing my mother like this, I wanted to continue teasing her, and also to please her, partly because I found her feet adorable. So I kept kissing and licking her feet. My mother was both ashamed and anxious. She struggled to sit up, trying to look stern, and whispered, "Are you out of your mind?" I whispered back, "Mom, I really can't hold it in anymore, please don't make a sound!" I pointed to my sleeping father and then put my hand to my lips in a "shh" gesture. My mother shook her head firmly. I stared at her with an uncompromising gaze and whispered, "Are you going to wait until Dad wakes up before letting him know what happened last time?" My mother was terrified and pleaded with me to leave. After a moment of eye contact, Mom finally lowered her head and murmured, "Do you want me to die?" "Don't worry, Dad always sleeps like a log! Keep your voice down, it'll be over soon." After a long silence, Mom fell silent, seemingly giving in. I looked triumphantly at my sleeping father and started taking off my pants… Fortunately, my parents' bed was wide enough for me to indulge myself. I climbed onto the bed and gently embraced Mom from behind, slowly inserting my penis into her. Looking at her flushed face, I felt her rapid heartbeat… At that moment, I could feel my penis rapidly swelling again inside Mom… I started by thrusting slowly, the folds inside Mom scraping against my penis, the pleasure making me increase my speed… Mom's breathing became heavy, and I knew she felt the same… I felt like… I frantically sucked on my mother's smooth back, my lower body thrusting relentlessly, harder and deeper with each stroke, feeling as if I were penetrating her cervix. My mother suddenly bit her lip, desperately suppressing the urge. As I thrust harder, she watched my father nervously, exhaling softly from her throat. I felt a sucking sensation on my body… Accompanied by my father's rhythmic snoring, I finally couldn't hold back any longer… After a frenzied thrusting, I ejaculated all my semen into my mother's womb… After ejaculating, I quietly rested beside my mother, falling asleep without realizing it. Some time later, my mother gently shook me awake. Looking at her swollen eyes and haggard face, red from worry, I felt a pang of pity. "I love you, Mom!" I gently kissed her and secretly slipped back to my room. After that night, I knew it wouldn't be so difficult to get my mother back. But I never had the chance. Before I knew it, school started, and I was in my second year of high school. One evening at dinner, Dad said he had to work the night shift. I was overjoyed, but also secretly berated myself for being so stupid. How could I not have thought of that? Dad works a night shift every week, and my younger brother goes back to school for evening self-study—wasn't that an opportunity? I ate my dinner quietly and went back to school. I stayed at school until around 7 p.m., then asked my teacher if I wasn't feeling well, and then rode my bike home as fast as I could. Mom was taken aback when she saw me come back suddenly, but she immediately understood what was going on. This time, I didn't rush. I knelt down in front of Mom, hugged her legs tightly, and begged her repeatedly. Mom just shook her head desperately, refusing to agree. But her attitude wasn't as firm as before. Later, I couldn't resist anymore and forcibly carried Mom into my room. At first, Mom resisted fiercely, but when I held her feet and kissed them, it clearly reminded her of what I had done to her feet that night, and she softened. She resisted a little when I took off her clothes, but after I took off her underwear, she resigned herself to fate, closed her eyes, and let me do as I pleased. I kissed every part of her body passionately. I enjoyed her to the fullest, but I couldn't kiss her private parts much because she tried her best to prevent me from touching them. Later, I could only kiss down her thighs. I kissed her feet the longest because, in my eyes, her feet were lovely "heroes," and I kissed them to my heart's content with gratitude. When I entered her, she didn't resist me much. I was much more skilled than the previous two times, and I went in easily. I felt that her vagina wasn't as dry as before; it was warm and wet, and it felt very comfortable to "grip" me. I instinctively got up, my chest overflowing with happiness and joy. At that moment, I completely forgot where I was, only knowing that I was floating in a paradise of pleasure. I couldn't control my joy at all; in my excitement, I did it passionately, enjoying the pleasure to the fullest. It was almost time, and I strained even harder, thinking of giving all my sperm to my mother, and even my own.Everything, in the intense ejaculation, I experienced something I'd never felt before. Afterwards, I felt exhausted, yet also incredibly satisfied, but also a little guilty. After I withdrew from my mother's body, she took her underwear, covered her private parts, turned over, and knelt down, then turned away to clean herself carefully. I watched her actions curiously as I dressed. She glared at me, as if to say, "Are you satisfied now?" After finishing her clothes, she ignored me and went to take a shower. I lay down on the bed, satisfied, and fell asleep until my younger brother came home. The next day, my mother seemed no different than usual; her mood wasn't necessarily worse. Of course, she ignored me as before, but she didn't deliberately avoid me. Really, although my mother didn't want that kind of relationship, she didn't really care; she was only afraid of being discovered. A few days later, I told my homeroom teacher that I wouldn't be going back to school for evening self-study anymore. At that time, there wasn't a strict rule requiring students to return to school for evening self-study. When I told my decision at dinner, my father didn't object; he didn't know my true intentions. But Mom knew what I was thinking and immediately looked angry. I told her that I would definitely study better at home than at school, that my studies would improve, and that I would never neglect my studies. I would never let my parents down. Dad and my brother looked at me, puzzled, when they heard how harsh my words were. Only Mom blushed with embarrassment and hurriedly served rice to cover it up. After that, although not every week, I often had the chance to be with Mom. Mom never really stopped me; she always half-heartedly complied, and became more and more accommodating. To be honest, I didn't have any love for Mom at that time; all I felt was lust. Mom always indulged me for my sake and for the family. But at the time, I always thought Mom was only doing it for the sake of face. She had experienced intercourse, but she never enjoyed it. After having that kind of relationship with Mom, my attitude towards my family improved. I was especially attentive to Mom. Dad and my brother were very happy to see this, and Mom was also somewhat gratified. Gradually, my mother started talking to me more often, but our relationship always felt a little awkward. My kindness towards my family was purely for physical pleasure, not genuine affection. My mother and I were both worried about being discovered by the rest of the family, so we were very careful. Fortunately, each apartment in our building had a bike shed downstairs, and my father and brother would always park their bikes there when they came home at night. My mother and I could always tell when the door to our bike shed opened. But one night, something almost happened. My mother and I had just finished making love when we heard the front door open. It turned out my father had come back to get something. Because he was leaving immediately, he hadn't parked his bike in the shed. My mother and I were so frightened that we lay on the bed, too scared to move. Luckily, my bedroom door was locked. My father hurriedly grabbed his things and was about to leave when he noticed the light was on in my room and didn't see my mother. He asked where she was, and I gave him a random name. Dad didn't say anything after hearing this, but he asked me strangely why I had closed the door. He left without waiting for my answer. That night, Mom and I were really scared. Later, I locked the hidden lock on the front door, just in case. After that, nothing like that happened again. Of course, there were a few times when family members happened to come home, but the bicycle shed always ended up being "called by the police." Summer and winter vacations were the hardest times for me because there were hardly any opportunities during the holidays. I cherished every opportunity, and therefore, they were all unforgettable. I remember one time during the summer vacation of my junior year of high school the most. That day, Dad went back to his hometown with Grandma and wouldn't be back until the next day. In the middle of the night, I sneaked into Mom's room and stayed on her bed for most of the night, pestering her to make love to her twice before she was satisfied. That was the most I ever made love to Mom in one day. Time flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye, I was in college. In the first month or two of college, there were so many new things to do that I wasn't too bothered by Mom's absence. But later, it wasn't the same. I missed her more and more, and longed for those times. Taking advantage of the school sports meet, I ran home. My mother was genuinely happy to see me. Of course, she knew why I was coming back. That very night, I sneaked into my parents' room while my father was asleep, but before I could even make a move, my mother woke up. She desperately tried to get rid of me, and I begged her to let me have my way with her once during my few days at home, or I wouldn't leave. After my repeated requests, my mother finally agreed. On the afternoon of the third day after I returned home, my mother gave me her chance; she came home almost two hours early. That day, I experienced immense satisfaction. I finally understood what "absence makes the heart grow fonder" meant; I kissed every part of my mother's body again and again, and the feeling during penetration was so satisfying, stimulating my waist to thrust repeatedly, using my strong, thick member to penetrate my beloved mother, engaging in the most primal animal instincts with her—I thrust passionately and gently, greedily enjoying my mother's body, and even long after ejaculation, I was still unwilling to withdraw from her body. The next day, I reluctantly left home and returned to school. Winter break arrived quickly. During that break, because my father was busy and my younger brother was preparing for high school entrance exams, I had more opportunities to spend time alone with my mother than usual. I enjoyed that winter break. In my second semester of freshman year, I got a girlfriend. I don't even know how we got together, but we had sex not long after. My girlfriend wasn't pretty, but she was very passionate (of course, she wasn't a virgin either), and I experienced sex I had never felt before. I was completely infatuated with my new love, and looking back, I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my past actions. That summer, I didn't go home; I asked my family for some money and traveled around with my girlfriend. I only went home for a few days towards the end of the summer. After returning home, I didn't ask my mother for anything, and I didn't even want to spend time alone with her. My mother, of course, quickly noticed my change, and she seemed very happy. We gradually forgot about the past, and my resentment towards my parents gradually disappeared as I grew up, thus our mother-son relationship gradually improved. My first girlfriend and I broke up quickly, but I found another one soon after. Perhaps it was because I was a decent student and quite popular with girls back then. In the second semester of my junior year, I found my third girlfriend. I really liked her then, and even seriously considered marriage. After graduating, I couldn't stay in the city where I went to university; instead, I was assigned to a factory in my hometown. Among my classmates, my assignment was almost the worst. My girlfriend also returned to her hometown. The factory I worked at was inefficient, and there was a lot of backstabbing and infighting. I wasn't used to it at first and was very unhappy there. Later, my girlfriend wrote to say that her parents objected to our relationship, saying that being apart meant no future, and proposed breaking up. And that's how we broke up. In the days immediately following the breakup, I felt even worse. That day, I had a big argument with our supervisor over some trivial matter and, in a fit of anger, quit. At that time, very few people would do that. As a result, I was unemployed after less than four months of working. When my family found out, my father, unusually, gave me a severe scolding. He said I should learn from my younger brother, who lived in another city. Although he hadn't gone to university, he had worked hard since early on and had already become a junior manager. If my mother hadn't intervened, he would have hit me. At that moment, I felt a pang of regret and let my father scold me. I was incredibly depressed and completely devastated. A few days after quitting my job, I fell ill. At first, it was just a cold, but then I developed a high fever that wouldn't go down. This was something I had never experienced before. My mother was very worried. She took me to the doctor, made medicine for me, and even took time off work to stay home and take care of me. I was sick for over a week, and my mother was busy for over a week. I was deeply moved by my mother's love and care. I finally understood that my mother loved me very much too. After I felt better, I asked my mother to go back to work. But she said there wasn't much work at her workplace during this period, and she had her own leave, so she insisted on staying home to be with me. I understood that Mom wanted to stay home to comfort and encourage me, to help me get back on my feet. But at that time, I felt like I had no future, even feeling like I had no will to live. My heart was heavy, and I just couldn't pull myself together. Once, Dad went to visit my younger brother in another city and was gone for more than ten days. That day, I was taking a nap, but I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was racing. Mom came into the room to gather my things. Not wanting her to know I wasn't asleep, I ignored her and pretended to be fast asleep. After gathering my things for a while, Mom sat down by my bed. I knew Mom was looking at me with love, and her soft sighs told me how worried she was about me. I felt both grateful and ashamed, and I really wanted to get up and hug Mom and cry. Suddenly, Mom leaned down and gently kissed my forehead. I couldn't hold back anymore. I sat up abruptly, hugged Mom, and burst into tears. I cried my heart out, not knowing how long I cried before the tears slowly stopped. As I cried, Mom lovingly stroked me, just like she did when I was a child. After crying that day, I felt a bit better and fell asleep quickly that night. But I was awakened by a dream; I dreamt that my mother was sitting by my bed, kissing my forehead, and then slowly taking off her clothes. It was at that moment that I woke up. Upon waking, I felt both ashamed and embarrassed, thinking of my mother...I was so good to myself, yet my mind was so foolish. I felt so sorry for my mother. But after falling asleep again, I couldn't help thinking about her, about her gentle kiss, about her soft body… The next day, I felt extremely awkward around my mother. I secretly observed her; at 40, she looked a bit more weathered than before, but her appearance and figure were still captivating, and her charm and elegance were even greater than before. I couldn't help but feel excited. I felt ashamed of myself and tried my best to control myself from having any more impure thoughts. I was so afraid that my mother would find out, so I tried to act as if nothing was wrong. But the more I did, the worse it got, and soon my mother noticed my strange behavior. Under her gaze, I panicked… My mother quickly understood everything. I lowered my head in shame and remorse, not knowing how to express my apology to my mother. My mother looked at me calmly, her eyes suddenly becoming so gentle. I suddenly realized that there was no blame in her eyes, but rather a motherly love. I looked up in surprise, staring at my mother with a questioning gaze. I wondered if she was willing to be with me, if she would satisfy me. My mother got up and went to the kitchen, but I already knew the answer from her slightly shy expression. She looked so beautiful then, so incredibly beautiful! Without thinking, I followed her into the kitchen. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist from behind and gently kissed her delicate neck. She stopped me, glancing at the doorway. I immediately understood, ran to lock the door, and carried her into my room. I kissed her soft, sweet lips passionately, and she responded gently, something I had never experienced before. I was completely intoxicated by the long kiss. At that moment, I felt more of a mother's love than lust. After we took off our clothes, I embraced her. I had hugged my mother naked many times before, but this time the feeling was completely different. Before, I only felt lust, but this time I felt love for my mother. We kissed passionately again, unwilling to part for a long time. At that moment, my mother was so lovely. She stretched out her body, gently letting me caress her. Every part of her body was so familiar, so intimate. I kissed her passionately, until I had kissed her entire body. After a period of tender caresses, I longed to enter my mother's body. I grasped my hard penis, and with my mother's cooperation, I entered her. I was enveloped and caressed by my mother's warm, moist embrace, and my pleasure increased rapidly. I thrust gently, and my mother seemed to be tenderly and lovingly comforting me. Slowly, I felt myself completely merged with my mother. Finally, it was almost time. I wished it could be slower, but I knew I was powerless to stop. I could only greedily savor the arrival. After the last thrust and the last drop, I lay contentedly on my mother's body. At that moment, I felt so happy, as if all my troubles had left me. We rested for a while before I reluctantly left my mother's body. My penis had shrunk to a tiny size, and it slipped away from my mother without me moving much. My mother covered her private parts with her underwear, got up, turned around, and squatted on the bed to wipe herself. Several times before, this had happened because I hadn't prepared toilet paper. I couldn't help but smile. When my mother noticed, she seemed a little embarrassed, and finally patted my shrunken penis gently with a teasing laugh. With my father not around, I felt safe and confident enough to cuddle with my mother and fall asleep. I woke up in the evening and looked at my mother sleeping soundly in bed, her face flushed. She was well-maintained, her figure still shapely and curvaceous. Her long dress, though still on, was disheveled and damp… A strong lust rose within me again. The scent emanating from my mother filled my mind, and miraculously, my penis became rock hard again… I couldn't resist lifting my mother's legs and penetrating her body once more… I slowly pushed in until I touched her cervix. It was a warm, slippery feeling, completely enveloped in warmth… I didn't rush to thrust, but simply placed it inside her, feeling the warmth of returning to her womb… That night, I lay in bed reflecting on the day's events. I remembered someone saying something like, "In a voluntary situation, and with deep enough feelings, sex can be the best way to communicate emotions. Regardless of what those feelings are." I knew my mother only felt maternal love for me; her affection for her son made her willing to be with me, and it also brought her satisfaction. After that day, our mother-son bond deepened. For a long time afterward, my mother and I often… Back then, my mother was my whole life. After a while, I slowly pulled myself together and, following my mother's advice, went to work in a small private factory. What I learned in school paid off; I progressed quickly in the factory and eventually became one of the owners. After earning some money, I left the factory and started my own business. After years of hard work, I finally have my own place in the world. I am very grateful to my mother; everything I have today is thanks to her. Many years ago, I stopped intentionally pursuing her, but sometimes when we are alone together, we might still have sex when the mood strikes, and I still do. I'm not sure if my family is truly unaware of my relationship with my mother. My younger brother knows something, more or less, but I don't know how much he knows, and he has never talked to me about it. My father is probably completely unaware. I've had many women, and I'm married with a son, but I still cherish those days, and I don't regret having that kind of relationship with my mother. There's no right or wrong in this kind of thing; as long as I'm at peace with myself, that's enough. Isn't that right?

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