The classic of incest—the mother

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Background: I live in a small courtyard with my mother, who has been widowed for many years (my older sister is studying at a university in another city). Me: Zhu Zi (19 years old), Mother: Ya Zhi (39 years old). A common insult among children is "your mother's cunt," but I didn't know what it meant until I started elementary school. I vaguely understood that "cunt" refers to a woman's urination area and also knew a little about the differences between boys and girls. As I grew older, I learned a lot about sex from my classmates and learned many terms like "sexual intercourse," "fucking," and "making love." Once, I read a pornographic book and felt an erection for the first time. From then on, I often felt an erection when I woke up in the morning and started paying attention to the girls around me. I would often peek under their skirts, hoping for an unexpected surprise, but I never saw anything. One day, I was in a real hurry to urinate, so I ran to the toilet while pulling down my pants. When I got there, I had already pulled my hard penis out of my pants. I was about to urinate when... Oh my god! Mom was inside. I saw her skirt lifted up and tucked into her waistband, her underwear pulled down to her knees, her thighs spread wide, and a stream of white urine was spurting from a patch of dark pubic hair. Mom looked at me and asked if I needed to pee. I didn't know how to answer. Mom said, "If you really need to, just pee here. I'll move over a little." As she spoke, Mom moved over a little. Since Mom said so, I decided to pee! I grabbed my hard penis and tried to hold it down, thinking I could finally relax. But this only made it worse. I could hold it down at first, but when I thought about the scene I had just seen of Mom's dark pubic hair mixed with white urine, I couldn't hold it down anymore, and the urine splashed all over Mom's body and buttocks. I was stunned. I thought Mom was going to be angry, but she didn't say anything. She just quickly grabbed some toilet paper, wiped her bottom a couple of times, stood up beside me, pulled up her underwear, and went inside. I, however, stood frozen in the bathroom, unsure what to do, thinking about what had just happened. After a while, I went back inside, but Mom wasn't there. I went to the back of the house and heard the sound of water. I knew Mom was taking a bath, and suddenly I felt a surge of curiosity (to peek at Mom bathing). In our countryside, the bathroom was just a simple open-air enclosure made of bamboo, but that made things easy for me. I tiptoed over and peeked through the gaps. Mom's figure was amazing! How come I'd never noticed before? Maybe it's because Mom doesn't like to dress up! Mom was wearing a transparent bathrobe, bending over, her entire buttocks exposed before my eyes. Those big, white, and round, alluring breasts made me feel incredibly aroused; I almost ejaculated! Suddenly, Mom glanced this way, which startled me so much that I quickly ran back into my room, unsure of what to do. A dozen minutes later, Mom came back in and went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner. I was filled with anxiety until Mom called me to eat, which brought me back to my senses. I thought maybe Mom hadn't noticed me peeking, and that I was just feeling guilty. We ate in silence, my eyes avoiding Mom's. After quickly finishing dinner, I rushed back to my room to do my homework, leaving Mom alone in the kitchen and living room tidying up. Thinking about everything I'd seen that day, I slowly fell asleep. After that, I often fantasized about Mom's body, masturbating while recalling the patch of dark pubic hair on her genitals. Ah! I wonder what a woman's genitals really look like? From then on, I liked to snuggle into Mom's arms, ostensibly to be affectionate, but actually to take advantage of her. Of course, Mom didn't know what I was doing and didn't mind. Then summer vacation came, and my sister came back with friends. I used to sleep in the same room as my sister, but now that her friends were here, I had to sleep in Mom's room, which led to what happened next. I remember one night, I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and when I got back to bed, I noticed that my mother's loose underwear was swaying in the breeze from the electric fan. In the dim light, the shadow of her genitals was vaguely visible. I knelt down beside her thighs and stared for a long time, not daring to touch her for fear of waking her. I just watched until I felt sleepy, and then I lay back down to sleep. After that, I would often stay awake at night, waiting until my mother was sound asleep before pointing the fan at her and peeking at her genitals. But I could only see a few pubic hairs, dark and shiny. From then on, going to bed at night became the thing I looked forward to most every day, hoping to one day catch a glimpse of my mother's vulva, but nothing happened. My sister went to school, and I went back to sleeping alone, so I could no longer peek. But unexpectedly, I became addicted to watching. I couldn't sleep every night, and sometimes I would lie in bed thinking about having sex with a certain girl (usually a TV or movie star), and I would start masturbating. As I slowly masturbated, the woman I fantasized about having sex with started to resemble my mother's face. In other words, I fantasized about having sex with my mother, and this fantasy became more and more frequent until it became exclusively about having sex with her. Days passed, and I still often snuggled in my mother's arms, using the excuse of cold hands to warm them inside her coat, intentionally or unintentionally touching her breasts. The first time I touched her breasts, she immediately pushed my hand away and gently scolded me, telling me not to do that, but I never took it to heart and would try again next time. Perhaps out of indulgence, or perhaps out of annoyance, my mother stopped rejecting me, so I could often lightly caress her breasts through her shirt. Winter vacation arrived in the blink of an eye, and my sister came home. Since we shared a room, I could peek at her genitals, and maybe even see her vagina—how amazing! But even though it was hot in the room, my sister still slept in long pants (in summer, she always wore skirts). I really wanted to see her genitals! A few days later, I couldn't resist any longer and decided to take action. I pulled down my sister's pants so I could see them again. That night, after she fell asleep, I began my operation. Her pants had an elastic band, making them a bit difficult to pull down, but I still carefully and very slowly pulled them down. After pulling them down to her thighs, I discovered she was wearing underwear. At this point, her legs were closed (due to the elastic band), and there was no fan blowing on them anymore. What to do? I had no choice but to go all the way and pull down her underwear as well. The underwear was easy to remove; I just pulled the strap, and it came off completely, and then it was easy to pull it down, except for her buttocks. But I still couldn't see anything because her legs were still closed. However, I didn't dare pull it down any further, because to open her legs, I would have to take off her pants completely, which I dared not do. But this was good enough, because it had been a long time since I had seen a woman's genitals, and I could even see my sister's entire pubic hair. My sister's pubic hair was dark and fine, very beautiful. It was a pity that only a tiny bit of the cleft between her legs was visible, but I was still satisfied. Then I thought, since I'd already taken her clothes off, I might as well touch them. So I gently touched her mons pubis, then slowly covered the protrusion with my palm, gently stroking her pubic hair. It felt soft, fine, smooth, and warm. Throughout the winter, I took off my sister's pants several times, but each time it was the same as the first time—just a quick look and a touch, nothing more. I didn't know if my sister knew I was secretly taking off her pants, but I thought probably not, because she never suddenly woke up. After the New Year, my sister left. I used the excuse that my mother's room was warm to sleep in her room, but actually I wanted to peek. That night, I pretended to be asleep as soon as I got into bed, and soon my mother also got into bed. After some time, I thought my mother must be fast asleep, so I got up, but I couldn't see anything because her legs weren't open. I didn't dare move my mother's legs, so I just waited quietly to see if she would change position. I got so tired of waiting that I fell asleep. The next night, I finally got my chance, and it didn't take long. My mother got into bed and lay spread-eagled until she was fast asleep, and that's when I saw her genitals. Because I could only see in from the side, all I could see was a dark patch of pubic hair, but that was enough to excite me. So I lay down next to her and masturbated while watching. From then on, it became a routine every night, until one day something was different. That day, I pretended to be asleep as usual, but my mother went to bed very late. I waited a long time until she fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt something was strange. Why was my mother covered with a blanket today? So I slowly lifted the thin blanket from the bottom up. It turned out my mother was wearing a skirt. I thought nothing would happen today, but I still unconsciously lifted her skirt slightly. I was stunned. My mother wasn't wearing underwear; her entire pubic area was completely exposed before me. My mother's pubic hair was much thicker than my sister's, and it was darker, shinier, and more alluring. Suddenly, my mother rolled over, which startled me. But when I looked closer, my heart raced, and my mind went blank, because my mother had spread her legs wide open, and wide enough...It was quite a sight. This time, I saw more than just pubic hair; I saw everything I hadn't seen before—the labia majora and minora, a long slit in the vagina, and I could almost see her anus. I stared intently, because it was a rare opportunity; Mom doesn't go without underwear every day. As I looked, I couldn't resist reaching out and touching Mom's thigh. Mom didn't react, so I continued. Mom's thighs were so smooth and soft! I boldly moved my hand down to Mom's crotch, stopping at her vulva. I kept my hand on Mom's labia, afraid to move, lest I wake her. Slowly, I felt it, and it was really exciting; my penis got hard. From then on, I loved snuggling into Mom's arms even more. As the weather got hotter, Mom wore less and less clothing, and I could put my hand inside her clothes and touch her breasts through her bra. Maybe Mom still thought I was a child and didn't object too much. Sometimes I would deliberately hug Mom from behind and put my hand inside her clothes to touch her stomach. Mom thought I was being naughty and didn't pay attention. Actually, every time I touched her, my penis would get erect, and I would get very excited. With my mother's indulgence, I grew bolder and bolder. After a while, I started reaching under her skirt to touch her. At first, I only dared to touch her thighs. I remember the first time I reached under her skirt, my mother tapped me on the head, warning me not to. Of course, I didn't give up so easily; I waited for another chance to try. I didn't understand why my mother indulged me so much, and I knew that as long as I wasn't too excessive or too hasty, even if I didn't succeed the first time, the second, the third… my mother would always give in. At that point, my mother probably wouldn't treat me like a little…My child is now in middle school, and hair is starting to grow on his body. Gradually, I stopped just snuggling in my mother's arms and started groping her all over, inside and out. I even dared to touch her genitals through her underwear, and she no longer reacted. That summer vacation progressed the fastest because my older sister was away, so I could spend all day with my mother. However, there were still some annoying neighbors. Of course, I didn't mind when they brought homemade steamed buns or dumplings to our house every now and then, but most of the time they came to visit. Each time they came, they could stay for a whole morning or afternoon, and my mother would chat with them while cutting loose threads. Of course, I would help cut the threads, becoming the natural listener. Then we would talk about this and that, about the seven necessities of life: firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, and household chores. I loved taking my afternoon nap every day, and I would always go to my mother's room to sleep with her. I was always happy when I took my afternoon nap because that's when I would playfully put my hand inside my mother's clothes and touch her. Mom didn't care what I was doing; she just lay on the bed and let me touch her. She slept, but usually she'd let me touch her to my heart's content before falling asleep herself. Later, I got bolder and bolder, and finally took off Mom's clothes. At first, Mom wasn't too keen; when I unbuttoned her clothes, she would push my hands away, but I kept going. After a few times, Mom got annoyed and ignored me, so I unbuttoned her top. After unbuttoning it and spreading the clothes out, I saw Mom's bare upper body, and of course, her bra. I touched her through the bra for a while, but that wasn't enough, so I forced my hand inside. Mom initially objected, but after my insistence, she stopped bothering me. Mom's breasts were large and firm, and felt wonderful. I lay down next to her and gently massaged them with one hand, slowly drifting off to sleep. Days went on like this until one day I lay down next to my mother, slipped my hands inside her bra, and gently kneaded her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples and lightly circling them with my fingers. My mother didn't react; she just lay there calmly with her eyes closed. I thought that even if I went too far, she would only scold me at most. So, I steeled myself, pulled down her bra straps, and removed the cups, exposing her entire breasts. She still didn't react; I assumed she consented. I gently stroked her breasts; they were beautiful, no less than a young girl's. At the same time, one of my hands moved down, slowly reaching her lower abdomen. Her abdomen was flat and smooth. I gently stroked it, but she still didn't react. I was surprised, but I didn't think much of it. I thought, since that's the case, I might as well undress her completely! So I slowly pulled my mother's skirt up from the hem, until it was completely flipped up. Without further ado, I pulled her underwear down to her knees. Suddenly, my mother opened her eyes. I was startled, thinking she was angry and about to explode. But she just opened her eyes and looked at me without saying a word. I froze (but my other hand didn't stop attacking her breasts), unsure what to do. I was afraid to continue undressing her, fearing she would really get angry, but I felt unwilling to give up. I noticed her face had turned very flushed. I timidly reached out and touched her thigh; she trembled. We stared at each other for several minutes, then she closed her eyes and lay back down. I didn't know why, but I felt she wasn't angry, so I continued. I pulled her underwear down completely from her calves, revealing her entire lower body: fair, delicate skin, thick, dark pubic hair, and long, slender legs. I started by touching my mother's feet, moving upwards and inwards along the inside of her thighs until I reached her groin. My hand had reached her genitals. My heart was pounding; I was excited, but also afraid she might suddenly get angry. I didn't know how much tolerance my mother had, but I wanted to remove all the remaining clothing from her body. Her skirt was elasticated and easy to take off, but her bra was a different story. I tugged and pulled, but couldn't get it off. Since I couldn't take it off, I decided to leave it. At that moment, I was incredibly excited; my penis was fully erect. I took off all my own clothes and lay on top of my mother, hugging her tightly. I could feel her trembling, but she felt warm and soft, so comfortable. I rested my head on her shoulder and noticed her breathing was rapid. Then my mother opened her eyes again, but this time her expression was strange, something I couldn't understand. She then pushed me away from her body. I lay on my side next to her, a little nervous, thinking she was probably angry. My mother lay on her side, looking at me with her head turned to the side. I felt a little guilty under her gaze, wondering what she would do next. But then she slowly lowered her gaze, and I realized she was looking at my penis. Despite my nervousness, it was still hard and erect. Then she spoke, asking when my penis started to get bigger. I said it started in fourth grade. She looked at me and said she hadn't realized I'd grown so much. I didn't know if she meant I'd grown up or just my penis. She continued looking at me and asked if I knew anything about relationships between men and women. Subconsciously, I felt she was asking about sex, so I told her what I knew. We ended up talking naked for over ten minutes, then she suddenly asked what I was thinking, since I'd just taken off both her clothes and mine. I blurted out, "I want to try having sex with you, Mom." She paused, saying I shouldn't use such vulgar language, and then asked why I had such a thought. I told my mom about the porn I was reading in class. She asked me what the porn was about, and I gave her a rough summary of the plot. She then said I shouldn't read porn anymore, as it was bad for my health. I forget what we talked about after that, but I remember her smiling, hugging me, and saying, "If you have any questions about your body, be sure to ask Mom. You're Mom's child, and Mom will tell you." I felt like Mom agreed, and then I excitedly rolled over and pinned her down, pressing my penis against her mons pubis. Mom didn't say anything but closed her eyes. My penis kept rubbing up and down, and I ejaculated soon after. After ejaculating, I was still hugging Mom, but she seemed to know I had ejaculated and pushed me off. I looked down and saw that both my and Mom's lower abdomens were covered in semen. Mom said she was going to take a shower, grabbed her clothes, and left. I lay on the bed, feeling sleepy because I had just ejaculated. After some time, Mom came back in, already dressed. Mom shook me awake and told me to take a shower before going back to sleep. I was sleepy, but I went anyway because my lower abdomen felt sticky and uncomfortable. After showering and getting dressed, I went back to Mom's room. She wasn't asleep yet and told me to go to sleep quickly because she had some loose threads to cut in the afternoon. That's how I had my first intimate relationship with Mom. Although it wasn't actual sex, I felt very close to her, physically close, and after that, Mom's tolerance for me increased a lot. That night, I went to bed first. Mom usually went to bed after finishing her chores. I was almost asleep when Mom came into the bedroom, but I stayed awake because I wanted to be intimate with her. When Mom came into the bedroom, I pretended to be asleep with my eyes closed. Mom thought I was asleep and climbed onto the bed to kiss me on the cheek. I don't think Mom had ever kissed me like that before, unlike when I was little. I was quite surprised, so I opened my eyes and kissed her back. I originally intended to kiss my mother's cheek, but I ended up kissing her lips instead. This startled both her and me. Not only was I startled, but I also felt a strange, indescribable feeling—a strong urge to kiss her again, a real kiss. My mother paused for a moment, then said nothing, lay down, and prepared to sleep. After she was settled, I rolled over and hugged her, then pressed my lips to hers. At that time, I had no experience with kissing; I had only seen it on TV and in movies, and I didn't know what a French kiss was. I hugged my mother tightly and kissed her again and again. At first, she struggled a little, but when I held her tightly, she stopped. I kissed her until I was satisfied, and only then did I let go. Only then did I realize that she was also holding me tightly. I let my mother hold me like that, and drifted off to sleep. I slept very soundly and woke up before dawn. After waking, I lay back down, my mind slowly clearing. I noticed my penis was hard and erect, and instinctively pulled down my pants and started masturbating. While masturbating, I suddenly remembered what had happened the day before. My mother was sleeping next to me; why was I masturbating like this? So I took off my own clothes first, and then started undressing my mother. Before I finished, my mother woke up. She was startled to see me undressing her, but didn't say anything or resist. So I continued undressing, but then I encountered the same problem: I still couldn't get her bra off. My mother looked...I fumbled around, laughed, and got up to take it off myself. That's when I realized the bra clasp was in the back; no wonder I couldn't get it off. After Mom took off her bra, she lay back down, now completely naked. I was so excited! I immediately rolled over and pinned her down, hugging her. Mom wrapped her arms around me too. I told her I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly, that I wanted to savor the feeling of skin-to-skin contact. Mom taught me about foreplay before sex, not to rush, and to make the woman fully aroused. She also taught me the key points of kissing and caressing, as well as a woman's erogenous zones (including earlobes, lips, breasts, inner thighs, buttocks, and genitals). She even personally separated her own vulva, explaining to me where the labia majora, labia minora, clitoris, and vagina were, and their respective functions, etc., which taught me a lot (unlike some books that just start with penetration). Under my mother's guidance, I began kissing her lips and slipped my tongue into her mouth, intertwining with hers (she cooperated wholeheartedly). Simultaneously, my hands kneaded her breasts, and her breathing became rapid. I didn't stop; instead, I stroked her lower abdomen, then her pubic hair, gently pressing my hand on her mons pubis while my mouth kissed her neck, finally sucking on her nipple. My hand continued down to her labia, and following her instructions, I placed my middle finger on the slit between her labia, gently sliding it upwards to separate the pubic hair and prevent it from irritating her labia. After several strokes, I felt a sticky fluid flowing from her vulva. With my efforts, she began to moan, the fluid covering her entire genital area. I knew it was time to penetrate, so I parted her legs, climbed on top of her, and tried to insert my penis with one hand, but it wouldn't go in. Mom smiled and told me not to rush. She instructed me to support myself with both hands, then reached under my crotch and grasped my penis. She smeared some of the vaginal fluid onto the glans and gently pulled up my foreskin. Since it was the first time a woman had touched my penis, I almost ejaculated. Mom then smeared more vaginal fluid onto my penis with her other hand, saying it was for lubrication. Finally, Mom held the base of my penis with her left hand, while her right thumb and forefinger supported the glans, placing it slightly below the center of her vulva. She told me to thrust my hips forward, and I obediently did. Sure enough, my penis slid all the way into Mom's vagina. Mom let out a soft "Ah!" I could feel how happy she was! This was my first time having sex with a woman, my first time my penis was inside a woman's vagina, being tightly surrounded by her warm vaginal walls. The vaginal walls were so tender and smooth, pressing firmly against my glans—the feeling was indescribable. Following my mother's instructions, I started pulling my penis out of her vagina, but then inserted it again just before it was fully out. I thrust in and out like this, and my mother moaned, "Ah...ah..." I looked down at my penis going in and out of her vagina, thinking that I had grown up and was now a man. At my mother's request, I increased the speed of my thrusts, and my mother moaned in rhythm with me, her moans growing louder and louder. Since this was my first time having sex, I couldn't withstand such intense stimulation, so I ejaculated quickly, leaving my mother and me covered in semen. This continued for more than ten days, with my mother and I sleeping naked together every night, but we didn't have sex every day. My mother said that I was still growing and that having sex every day wasn't good for me. Sometimes on holidays, whenever I wanted, I would pull my mother into the bedroom during the day and have sex with her, which always made both of us very happy. Until my mother's period came, that night she didn't want me to take off her clothes and didn't like me to hug her. At that time, I didn't know much about menstruation, only that women would bleed during this period. I sat naked on the bed, holding my erect penis, and asked my mother what to do. My mother laughed and said, "Just take care of it yourself!" My mother also said she had never seen me masturbate before, so this was a good opportunity for her to see. So I sat on the bed and started masturbating. I kept looking at my mother while I masturbated, and she stared intently at my penis. I masturbated faster and faster, until my hand was very sore, but I just couldn't ejaculate. I guess it was uncomfortable to have someone watching. Later, I couldn't take it anymore; my hand was too sore, so I had to stop and rest. When my mother saw that I had stopped, she asked me curiously what was wrong. I said my hand was sore, and my mother probably found it very funny and kept laughing. At this moment, I suddenly remembered the blowjob in the adult book, so I told my mother that I wanted her to give me a blowjob. My mother was a little surprised. She said she had heard people talk about it, but she had never done it herself. I asked my mother to do it, but she refused. I asked my mother if she thought it was dirty? She said she was embarrassed because she felt awkward having her son's penis in her mouth and sucking on it. So I compromised and asked my mom to give me a handjob. She paused for a moment, then nodded and said okay. I lay down, and my mom sat next to my waist, holding my penis and starting to masturbate. Surprisingly, it felt completely different from masturbating by myself—much better, much more comfortable, although sometimes it hurt a little if the angle wasn't right. When it hurt, I told my mom, and gradually she got into a rhythm, and it felt really good. While she was masturbating, she kept asking if I was going too slowly or too fast, and that I should tell her. I told her to slow down because I didn't want to ejaculate too quickly, so she slowed down, and I watched her quietly enjoying herself. She kept asking if I felt comfortable, and I said it felt really good. Indeed, it felt very good, much better than masturbating by myself. Gradually, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I asked my mom to masturbate faster. So she sped up, moving up and down continuously, and soon I ejaculated, and quite a lot. My mom's clothes and my face got sprayed, and the hand that was giving me a handjob got a lot of it too. My mom took a tissue and wiped me clean, then wiped herself clean, and then got up to go to the bathroom to clean up. I lay in bed, and my mom hadn't come back yet, so I was already asleep. That's how it was. Usually, my mom and I would hug each other naked. If my period came, my mom would give me a handjob. Although I always asked my mom to give me a blowjob when she had her period, she always refused. I've never given my mom oral sex, even though I've kissed almost every part of her body. When my mom was in the mood, she would kiss me from head to toe, but she would always skip my penis. When I came home from school, my mom would come over and kiss me as a greeting, sometimes even putting her tongue in my mouth. I loved that kind of kissing, and whenever I had the chance, I would hug my mom and kiss her for a long time. So whenever we wanted, we'd quickly get intimate, even when Mom was cooking, washing dishes, or mopping the floor. If I wanted to be intimate, I'd hug her from behind, lift her skirt, and rub my penis against her buttocks and thighs. I remember the most pleasurable time was when Mom was washing dishes. I hugged her from behind as usual, rubbed my penis against her thighs, and Mom slightly raised her buttocks, clamping my penis tightly between her thighs, letting me thrust back and forth. Finally, I ejaculated all over Mom's skirt. On weekends, while watching TV at home, I gently held Mom in my arms, letting her lean on my shoulder. Mom would put her hand inside my pants, not to help me masturbate, but because she liked to hold my penis, feeling its size and heat. Sometimes Mom would reach orgasm because of my kisses and caresses. Mom loved it when I kissed her breasts and touched her labia. My mother's genitals get wet very easily. Sometimes, even without touching them, just kissing her breasts will make them wet, though not as wet as described in adult books. I asked her to give me oral sex several times, but she always refused. I asked her what I would do for her to agree, and she always said "later," but who knows when "later" means. Finally, I decided to give her oral sex first. One night, after my mother took a shower and went to bed, we did what we always did: laughing and joking, playing around and taking off each other's clothes until we were naked. After we were naked, I had my mother lie down and started caressing and kissing her. I kissed my way down her face, and my mother let out soft moans. After kissing her lower abdomen, I spread my mother's legs. By then, my mother's vaginal fluid was already flowing. Without thinking, I directly licked my mother's vulva. My first feeling was that it was salty and slippery. At that time, I didn't know how to give oral sex, so I just licked her entire labia. My mother was startled by my sudden action, but then she started moaning. My mother's moans were louder and more rapid than usual. I knew she must be feeling very good, so I intensified my licking of her labia, my tongue constantly moving back and forth between them, and I even parted them. The vaginal walls were very tender and slippery, but not smooth; they had many fine lines and folds to increase stimulation of the penis during intercourse. I inserted my tongue into her vagina and quickly licked the vaginal walls. Soon, my mother reached orgasm, and it was very intense; her whole body trembled uncontrollably. After the orgasm, my mother just lay there motionless, looking very tired. I took a piece of toilet paper and wiped her genitals; because there was so much vaginal fluid, her entire vulva was sticky.I went ahead with it. Mom didn't move, so I lay down beside her and waited for her to regain consciousness. After some time, Mom turned to look at me, and I looked back at her. I asked her if it felt good, and she blushed and nodded shyly. Mom then asked why I thought of giving her oral sex. I said it would make her feel good, and she was very touched, hugging me tightly. I felt a little guilty because I had ulterior motives, but it was true that it made her feel good. Seeing her like this, I was too embarrassed to bring up the oral sex, otherwise she would think I had ulterior motives and wasn't just doing it to make her feel good. Mom hugged and kissed me, and then reached down to my penis and started stroking it. Actually, I was hoping Mom would give me oral sex willingly, but she didn't. She just kept stroking it, and my unworthy little brother was brought to ejaculation by her. Later, I often licked Mom's vulva, but I never asked her to give me oral sex, and she never offered. My relationship with Mom grew stronger, and we had sex almost every day; it seemed like we were becoming husband and wife. After my older sister graduated from university, she returned home. Since we were both grown up, she and Mom shared a room, and I slept in another. My sister was always with Mom and me, preventing us from having sex. I really wanted to rape her too. Mom seemed to sense my thoughts and warned me, "Your sister is still a girl; she'll get married someday. Don't hold her back. Mom knows you're upset, but this is a good time for you to learn self-control." After that, whenever there was a chance, Mom would hug and kiss me when my sister wasn't looking, or we would caress each other briefly when she wasn't around, but we never had sex. Finally, one day, my sister went to see a classmate and wouldn't be home that night. I eagerly awaited the end of evening self-study and rushed home. Mom opened the door for me, and as soon as I entered, I threw down my backpack, picked her up, and ran to the bedroom. I put her on the bed and we embraced and kissed, like long-separated lovers. After a long kiss, Mom asked if I was happy, and I nodded, saying I was very happy. I was truly happy because I hadn't had sex with Mom for almost six months. I kissed my mother's lips frantically, our tongues intertwining desperately. My hands slipped inside her clothes and skirt, groping her breasts and vulva haphazardly. I hurriedly undressed her, kissing her body with great care, this time kissing every inch of her skin, finally lingering on her now unfamiliar vulva, kissing and licking it. My penis quickly became erect, throbbing as if it were about to explode. I immediately rolled over onto my mother, spreading her legs wide, and then, grasping my penis with one hand, tried to insert it into her vulva. Perhaps I was too hasty, or for some other reason, I just couldn't get it in. I kept pushing and pushing, but still couldn't get it in. My mother had kept her eyes closed, but after a few minutes of pushing, she opened them. I said, "I can't get it in, what should I do?" My mother laughed and said, "Then don't try!" Of course I wanted to try, so I spread her legs even wider, but it still didn't work. I had no choice but to ask my mother for help. Mom told me to lie down, then she straddled me, guided my penis to her vulva, and sat down. Sure enough, my penis slid smoothly into her vagina; it felt tight, warm, and so comfortable. Mom started moving up and down, so I could see her entire vulva, my penis going in and out, and her labia fluttering rhythmically. After a while, I told Mom to get up and lie down, then I knelt between her legs, holding her knees and spreading her legs wide to expose her vulva more clearly. I also had Mom guide my penis to her vulva, and this time it went in easily. I started thrusting, watching Mom. Mom had her eyes closed, her brow furrowed; I couldn't tell if she was comfortable or uncomfortable. I thrust very quickly, and soon I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust and pulled as fast as I could, ejaculating almost instantly, feeling like I was about to explode. After ejaculating, I collapsed onto Mom, and she hugged me, stroking my head. My penis wasn't pulled out; it was still inside my mother's vagina, feeling warm and slippery. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and that was absolutely true. I continued kissing my mother and caressing her breasts. Soon, my penis inside her vagina became erect again, so I continued thrusting, until my mother moaned loudly. That night, we kept having sex. I ejaculated several times, but unfortunately, my technique wasn't good enough. However, my mother had two orgasms. Finally, I pulled out my penis, which was completely wet, with some semen still on the glans. My mother's genitals were also wet and sticky, with white semen flowing from her vaginal opening. I took some toilet paper and wiped my penis clean, then started wiping the sticky fluid from my mother's genitals. My mother lay quietly, perhaps enjoying herself or reminiscing. As I wiped her, I admired her vagina. Although my mother's vagina was a little red from my penetration, and her labia were slightly turned outwards, I still thought it was quite exquisite. Before I knew it, my penis was erect again, so I mounted her and pinned her beneath me. But she seemed very tired, and a wave of tenderness washed over me, so I rolled over and lay down. She asked me what was wrong, and I said she was too tired and we shouldn't. Grateful, she nestled in my arms, gazing at me lovingly. I gently kissed her forehead, and she rested her head on my chest, closing her eyes. I held her close, gently stroking her hair. A blissful expression graced her sweet face, a slight smile playing on her lips. She seemed truly content and happy, as if she were lying in the arms of her beloved. I closed my eyes too, quietly savoring this moment of tenderness. Time passed slowly, and after what felt like an eternity, I felt her stir. I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me, so I smiled. My mother smiled and brought her fragrant lips to mine. I pressed them together and kissed her gently. She kissed me back, and I hugged her tightly, sucking hard on her lips. She responded passionately. We kissed passionately, neither of us wanting to part, like long-separated lovers. My mother's hand then reached down to my crotch. My penis was still erect and hadn't gone down. She began to gently stroke my penis, stroking it up and down, but no matter how she helped me, I couldn't ejaculate. Finally, I whispered in her ear that I wanted her to give me a blowjob. She nodded in agreement, then pulled down my foreskin and took the glans into her mouth, gently sucking on it. When she licked the tip of my penis, I felt like I was being electrocuted, and my penis trembled uncontrollably. It was the first time I'd ever received a blowjob, and it felt incredibly good. After Mom licked my penis and scrotum, she sucked on it and then released it. I couldn't resist pressing Mom's head down and slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth. Mom cooperated wholeheartedly, her tongue occasionally circling my glans. I ejaculated quickly, all of it into Mom's mouth. Mom didn't stop, continuing to suck my penis and lick my glans. I felt my penis go numb; it was incredibly pleasurable. After Mom released my penis, she spat the semen onto a piece of paper, cleaned the remaining semen from my glans with her tongue, and then went to wash up. A while later, I ran naked to the bathroom behind the house, went in, and quietly hugged Mom. Mom was startled. So, I helped Mom wash, Mom helped me wash, and we all washed together. I even applied shampoo to Mom's pubic hair and carefully washed it, saying that pubic hair, like head hair, needs protection. After washing her up, I carried my mom back to the room and fell asleep in her arms. It was the sweetest night's sleep I'd had in the past six months!

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