My mother loves me

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My mother dotes on me. I'm eighteen this year, and I had my first sexual experience when I was fourteen. My father is a businessman, but because his company headquarters isn't in the city where we live, he's rarely home—only once or twice a year at most. My mother used to be a doctor, but as our family became wealthier, my father stopped her from working, making her stay home to take care of me, his precious son. Since I'm an only child, my parents dote on me immensely, almost to the point of spoiling me. My father sees me as his future successor, and my mother only has me as her lifeline. Therefore, I've never been scolded growing up. Even if I made a huge mistake, a few sweet words would always clear things up, and I wouldn't be punished. Also, because we live in a suburban villa, there aren't many houses nearby. The only other place we live is about 500 meters away, belonging to another wealthy family. So, even if we make a lot of noise, no one can hear us. Now that I'm this age, I can produce sperm, so I often watch porn and read erotic novels. I want to actually find a woman and have sex with her, but I've never had the chance. I've even thought about raping girls, but that would be a sex crime, so I gave up on that idea. When I want to, I just masturbate. If we're watching porn at a classmate's house, we sit on the sofa or lie on the bed and masturbate each other. We even have competitions to see who can last the longest, who can ejaculate the most, who can ejaculate the farthest, and who recovers first after ejaculating. We also ejaculate on each other's bodies and then lick our bodies. When I'm at home, I find my mom's unwashed underwear to wear while watching porn or reading erotic novels and use it to masturbate. If I can't find unwashed underwear, I use my mom's worn underwear. After I ejaculate, I don't wash it; I just leave the semen on it and imagine my mom wearing it. I've also thought about having sex with my mom, but I still don't dare to bring it up with her. I'm waiting for an opportunity. Finally, the opportunity came. One night, I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. As I passed through the living room, I heard moans coming from my mother's room. I knew these were the sounds a woman makes when she climaxes. I felt a strange stirring in my heart. At first, I thought my father had suddenly come home and was making love with my mother. I thought I could watch a real porn movie today, and live at that! I quietly walked over, bent down, and peeked through the crack in the door... I saw my mother's snow-white legs gently swaying from side to side at the foot of the bed. Occasionally, she would brace herself on her toes, arching them into a strange bow shape. Because the crack in the door was too small and the angle was wrong, I couldn't see what she was doing. Ignoring everything else, I gently pushed the door open, making a soft "creak!" sound. My heart almost went numb with fright. Luckily, there was no response from inside. My mother probably didn't hear the sound! I desperately controlled my trembling fingers and pushed the door open about a centimeter. Although it was a small crack, it was almost enough for me to see most of the space in my mother's bedroom. My mother's pajamas were completely off, and one hand grasped her snow-white breast. The squeezed breast muscles peeked out from between her fingers, looking plump and tempting; I really wanted to bite them. Seeing how roughly she was kneading her breast, it meant her sexual desire was very high. In contrast, her other hand, placed between her legs, moved much more gently. Her middle finger seemed to be gently pressing on something, slowly rotating in circles. Although I couldn't see clearly from where I was standing, I knew her middle finger was pressing on her clitoris, and that little bud must be swollen to its limit, giving my mother immense pleasure. Wasn't that right? All I heard from my mother's small mouth was: "Ah...ah...darling...my dear..." She was intently moving her fingers, the wet mucous membrane being rubbed by her middle finger, the twisted finger and the bright red tender flesh next to the mucous membrane creating a lewd picture, and her throat emitting incredibly seductive sounds. This scene and these sounds were so unfamiliar and stimulating to me! They became the most exciting aphrodisiac for me at this moment. Who could know the loneliness of my mother being alone in her empty room? What she was calling out now was the true voice of her heart, "Ah...ah...so...comfortable..." My mother's lewd voice reached my ears again. After twisting and turning several times, her body position changed, and her crotch was turned right in front of me. For me, this was the best angle I had ever wanted. Then I could clearly see a thick patch of dark pubic hair surrounding her bright red vulva. This was the first time in my life I had seen my mother's genitals from this angle. The distance was still a bit far, so I couldn't see the complex structure of her vulva very clearly. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and dissatisfied, but at least I could see my own mother's genitals from the front—it was my good fortune! My mother's middle finger was constantly stirring and playing with that small fleshy ball called the clitoris, as if stroking and kneading it. It must have felt very good to her. I saw her large buttocks swaying from side to side, occasionally lifting up to meet her middle finger. However, I was still surprised by that bright red vulva. If I had to describe it, I could only say that it looked like a cut from her lower abdomen all the way to her buttocks, the slightly raised, tender flesh forming a very lewd image. It looked a little oily and shiny, probably because it was wet! Speaking of wet, my mother's middle finger was also wet, and even the slightly brownish, bud-like thing around her anus was wet. Then, Mom moved her hand from her breast down to her lower abdomen, her four fingers (excluding her thumb) together, stroking her thick pubic hair. She then pressed firmly against her mons pubis and pulled upwards, causing her vulva to stretch out as if in spasm, revealing the small clitoris that had been hidden there, swollen and looking as if it were about to burst. With her other hand, her index and middle fingers, moistened with the oozing fluid, rubbed the clitoris. Instantly, her body trembled violently, her large buttocks swaying, clearly enjoying the sensation. I peeked through the crack in the door at this vivid and sensual scene of self-pleasure. Without realizing it, my hand slipped into my pajama bottoms, playing with my erect penis, clear fluid seeping from the glans. To avoid ejaculating, I gripped my penis tightly, preventing it from becoming too unrestrained, lest I miss this wonderful spectacle, especially since the leading lady was my mother, whom I had always admired! But seeing my mother's greedy look, I was surprised. Masturbation was a way I had learned to release tension a year ago, but every time I ejaculated, I always felt weak and exhausted, and it would take at least several hours to recover. But now, looking at the changes in my mother's body, I realized that she must have ejaculated several times. When she arched her back and her body trembled, or when her whole body was stiff and motionless like a piece of wood, it was obvious that she had reached the peak of orgasm. The strange thing is, when does a woman's orgasm end? "Ah...ah...darling...it's...so...so good..." my mother moaned again, her hands trying to embrace something, but she only embraced an empty illusion. After her limbs shook violently, she reached what seemed to be her umpteenth orgasm, and a large amount of honey-like fluid overflowed from her vulva. The mother lay on the bed trembling for a while, then took out a black electric dildo from a small drawer in the bedside table and placed it aside. Next, she took out a small mirror from the drawer. Then she bent her legs and spread her thighs wide, holding the small mirror in her hand and looking down at her lower abdomen. She inserted the small mirror between her legs, which were spread at a 45-degree angle, and instantly saw the thick black pubic hair. The furry appearance caught her eye, and her face immediately turned red. She swallowed and opened her seductive eyes wide to carefully observe her wet vulva. Her breathing became louder and louder, and she breathed deeply. At this moment, she seemed a little ashamed of her lewd behavior, and her whole body turned hot. The mother's genitals, so obscene and lewd, with long, thick pubic hair growing like a clump of weeds beneath her lower abdomen, and the bright red vulva and clitoris nestled within it, must have been her source of pleasure, the place of her unfulfilled desires, making her blush even more. Then, holding a small mirror in one hand, the mother used the other to push open the bright red labia covering her vaginal opening. Between the labia, a clear, slippery liquid flowed, revealing the tender flesh inside, its vibrant color glistening with the liquid. Reflected in her alluring eyes, the shimmering membrane seemed to tease her desire. In the center of the glossy, red membrane was the secret opening, shaped like a concave character. The mother parted the vaginal opening with her fingertips, inserting her middle finger to probe the opening. Immediately, a milky white fluid flowed from the opening—it must be the mother's love fluid! It felt as if air was being sucked into that cavity; her labia kept contracting inwards, as the middle finger probed deeper into her flesh. Her mother's finger then rubbed downwards, below her vulva...Her perineum, and a little further inside, was her light brown anus, enveloped by her buttocks. Her fingers were now pressing against the tender flesh of her buttocks, revealing a small, reddish fleshy opening covered with sparse pubic hair. The opening was very distinct beneath her vulva. The small, wrinkled opening, which had been closed, was opened by her mother's fingers. She even inserted a finger, and after two soft moans, the knuckle of her middle finger disappeared into the opening. Sometimes her mother's movements were a gentle, intermittent insertion, and sometimes a light, teasing motion. As the vaginal fluid flowing from the slits lubricated the small fleshy opening, the movements of her middle finger became faster and faster. The anus seemed to be tightly gripping her finger, giving her a sensual pleasure. Her mother screamed with excitement, her body twisting and turning in rhythm with the speed of her middle finger's rubbing. After twisting wildly for a while, Mom probably felt it wasn't enough. She took out some toilet paper and carefully wiped away the wet vaginal fluid. Then she gently brought the electric dildo next to her crotch and began to rub it against the vaginal membrane that was still dripping with vaginal fluid. Her two small, flower-like labia minora were engorged and sensitive. The pleasure that had been gradually subsiding began to assault her nervous system again. She pressed down slightly on the large head of the dildo, forcing her labia minora apart. The viscous fluid immediately soaked the tip of the dildo. She gently pulled the dildo out and rubbed the wet head against her labia minora. In an instant, she felt a stinging pleasure and let out a soft "Ah..." After a satisfied groan, she sighed and pressed the switch on the dildo. The entire dildo vibrated slightly. The vibration must have felt wonderful to her, because a wanton expression appeared on her face as she squinted her seductive eyes and enjoyed the pleasure it brought. The vibration parted the thick pubic hair of my mother's lower body, and the small clitoris that had been surrounded by it emerged, overflowing with copious amounts of vaginal fluid like flowing water. A tightening and contracting sensation appeared at her anus. My mother, with her eyes closed, murmured seductively, "Ah...ah...I...I...can't...take it...quickly...put it in...come...in..." My mother's 35-year-old, soft, and voluptuous body began to shake wildly on the bed. The dildo, following her moans, slowly pushed open her vulva, the vibration turning into a more intense S-shaped twist, like a wriggling snake burrowing into her vagina. Stimulated by the intrusion, my mother's previously open opening immediately began to contract and writhe with pleasure. Inside the narrow opening, the dildo and the tender, seductive flesh pushed against each other, waves of vaginal fluid overflowing from the crevice, seemingly increasing the lubrication. Every slight change brought intense, sweet pleasure to Mom. "Ah...ah...so...so good...oh...oh..." Her wanton moans made her writhe and sway her hips, transforming her into a lustful woman in the throes of spring. Mom constantly changed the angle at which the dildo was inserted into her vagina, sometimes twisting it left and right, occasionally thrusting it in and out. When it was deeply inserted, the protrusion at the base of the dildo pressed perfectly against her swollen clitoris. At this moment, a spark of pleasure would flash in Mom's alluring eyes. The vaginal fluid flowing from her vulva not only overflowed her perineum and anus but also dripped onto the sheets beneath her large, plump buttocks, causing the sheets, soaked in the sticky fluid, to ripple and wrinkle. But for my mother, already caught up in a frenzy of pleasure, that didn't matter anymore. All she craved now was even sweeter joy. Her body was taut, as straight as a log, as if every inch of her skin from head to toe was taut, only her beautiful, full breasts swaying gently from side to side with the slightest tremor of her body. "Ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...Oh...Oh..." At that moment, I felt a chill rise up my back, and a thick stream of semen shot onto the floor. Seeing that my mother was about to get up, I hurriedly ran back to my room. That night, I ejaculated six times in my bed before falling asleep. From this experience, I realized that my mother also needed the lubrication of a man's penis, but how could I make love to her? The next day, after thinking about it all day, I finally came up with a good idea. During dinner, I told my mom I wanted to sleep with her that night. She asked why, and I said I wasn't feeling well. As soon as she heard that, she asked if it was anything serious. I said I wasn't now, but things might change tonight, so I wanted to sleep with her so she could look after me if anything happened. She agreed. So, that night, I went to bed first, completely naked, pretending to be fast asleep. A little while later, my mom came in. She took off her coat, lifted the covers, and saw me lying naked. Her face instantly contorted with shock, anger, and a hint of delight! For the past six months, I've known that my mom is actually cold on the outside but warm on the inside—a secretly passionate woman. Since getting married, she and my dad have enjoyed the sweetness of sex, but because she hasn't experienced that ecstatic pleasure for six months, she's become a bit irritable and easily angered. But when she suddenly saw my penis, still limp and hanging by my thigh, I estimated it was almost as long as my father's when fully erect. If it were to harden further, I wondered how astonishing it would be! My mother instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that the thicker and longer the penis, the stronger and more stimulating the sensations during sex, leading to more orgasms. My mother stood there, stunned, lost in thought. I noticed her unconsciously reaching into her panties to rub herself; her little hole, probably wet from not having been touched by a large penis for six months, was probably already soaking wet! The fire of lust burned fiercely on my mother's beautiful face and in her heart. I knew she was torn between two conflicting emotions. On one hand, she desperately wanted a large penis to satisfy her desires; on the other hand, I was her own son, and societal norms and morals forbade her from committing adultery with me. I waited with narrowed eyes for her decision, my own feelings no less intense than hers. Perhaps her desire had reached an uncontrollable point; I heard a soft sigh escape her lips, and her alluring eyes flashed with lust. Unable to bear the torment of her yearning, she reached out her trembling hand and gently grasped my limp penis, slowly stroking it. While peeking to see if I was still asleep, she sat on the edge of my bed, hesitated for a moment, then slowly leaned down, grasping my increasingly thick and long penis with one hand, and gently took the glans into her mouth. I guessed Mom was engrossed in sucking my big cock, so I secretly opened my eyes. I saw Mom gently holding my cock with her left hand, her head bowed, her fragrant tongue licking the glans with a wanton smirk. Her small yet sexy and plump lips were constantly teasing the ridges around the head of my penis. Slowly, my cock became erect from Mom's sucking, almost overflowing her small mouth. Mom quickly released it, grasped the glans with her hand, and gently stroked and teased the fleshy red tip with her fingers. Her right hand held the thick shaft, gently stroking it. While playing with my cock, Mom softly sighed, "Oh my! What a thick, big, and long super-sized cock!" My already enormous penis, thicker than most men's to begin with, was now frighteningly hard and swollen after her teasing and caressing. The glans, like a small egg, pressed against the tip of my penis, which had been sucked until it was fiery red and purplish-red. The entire penis trembled and quivered in her small hands, making her even more aroused. She gripped it tightly, with more than two inches still sticking out! At this point, my mother no longer cared about our blood relation. She stood up and quickly stripped off all her clothes, standing naked before my bed. Her snow-white, full, and smooth body, her pert breasts, and her plump, round buttocks were all visible. She was looking at me, pretending to be asleep, with her alluring eyes, brimming with seductive charm! My mother seemed to love it more and more as she looked at it. She couldn't resist bending down again, grasping my large penis once more, and licking along the tip of my penis with her tongue. When she reached my hairy vulva, she greedily opened her mouth and took my two large testicles into her mouth, sucking and swallowing them. I was almost ready to stand up and have sex with my mother immediately, but I thought that if we were to have sex for a long time, I had to hold back and not let her give me away. Finally, my mother stopped after I ejaculated three times, and I fell asleep soon after. Because I had used up so much sperm, my back ached the next day. My mother didn't say anything, but just bought me lots of delicious food. I knew she was trying to replenish my energy, and I acted as if nothing had happened. The next day when I went home, I pretended to be very unhappy. My mother asked me why, and I said I was sure I would fail my "Human Anatomy" exam. My mother asked why, so I took out a diagram from my bag and said to her, "Look, this is on our exam, but I'm completely lost."I didn't understand anything. Actually, I printed this out from a pornographic website. It was a picture of female genitalia, and it also included 36 positions for oral sex, intercourse, and more. My mom looked at it and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor. I'll explain these to you." My mom started explaining to me very seriously, but that wasn't what I was looking for, so I didn't listen at all. When my mom finished and asked if I understood, I hadn't turned around yet. My mom asked what I was thinking about. I said nothing, that I still didn't understand, and that I wished there was a real picture. My mom blushed at first, but she quickly recovered. She said, "Wait a minute and bring this picture in." I asked my mom what she meant. She said, "You'll find out when you come in." I waited a while and then went into my mom's bedroom. I saw that my mom was completely naked, with her legs bent. My mom said, "Can you look at this picture and tell me what it is?" I said, "Okay, Mom, thank you so much." So I looked at the picture, and in the middle of the cigar-shaped tear in her underwear, I saw my mom's vulva for the first time. Her pubic hair was thick and black, even covering her labia majora. Her labia minora were shaped like two plump rose petals, parted open due to engorgement, revealing a moist pink center. Suddenly, I felt an indescribable sense of disproportion: Was I, a grown person, really born from this tiny, less than ten-centimeter-long slit? This feeling lasted a second or two before being replaced by lust. After watching for a while, I told my mother I understood, but there was also information about oral sex. I asked if I could try it. My mother nodded. So I bent down, took a deep breath of the air filled with the scent of her vulva, and sucked on my mother's labia minora one by one. Then, I gently pulled the petals apart with my hands, licking around the slightly parted vaginal opening with my tongue. Accompanied by my mother's moans, I inserted most of my tongue into her vagina, mimicking thrusting motions for a few minutes. My tongue moved upwards, lightly touching the urethra, and then sucked on my mother's clitoris. Mom took a deep breath and held my head with her hand. I hugged her thighs tightly, while rapidly rubbing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Mom's moans became more frequent, and she pressed my head firmly against her vulva with both hands. After licking for several more minutes, just as my tongue began to stiffen from fatigue, Mom suddenly lifted her buttocks, thrusting her vulva forward, while clamping my head between her legs, making a hissing sound. This position lasted for more than ten seconds, then she quieted down, her body limp on the bed. I looked up and saw that her eyes were closed, her breathing still a little rapid, but the expression on her face was one of complete relaxation and satisfaction. Mom lay motionless for a few minutes, then opened her eyes and smiled at me, a smile with a shyness I had never seen before. I then asked Mom what a "flower heart" was. Mom said that a "flower heart" is something you can't see, you can only feel it with your penis. I asked if I could feel it. Mom said yes. So I immediately took off my clothes, revealing my big penis. Mom slightly lifted her buttocks, letting me take off her panties. With one hand, I parted her labia minora, and with the other, I aimed my penis at her vaginal opening. I thrust forward, and the head of my penis, swollen like a ripe plum, slid into my mother's slippery vagina. I wanted to go all the way in, but I decided not to let our first encounter end too quickly. I inserted it inch by inch, each inch feeling like my whole being gradually sliding into my mother's body, returning to that warm, safe, and comfortable home. It felt a bit like a dream; the world around me dissolved into a misty void, the only proof of my existence being the tingling sensation emanating from my penis. Suddenly, the head of my penis touched a hard protrusion—my mother's cervix. She groaned softly, saying, "All the way in." I looked down at where we were joined and said, "Just over two inches more until it's all the way in." My mother touched the part of my penis still outside with her fingers, saying hesitantly, "Go in a little slower." I slowly pushed forward, the head of my penis gently sliding past the cervix, finally reaching the very back of her vagina. After I was fully inside her, Mom let out a long breath, her tense body relaxing. Then she chuckled and whispered, "The road to Shu is harder than climbing to heaven." I laughed and replied, "Once you clear the path, it'll be easy." As I spoke, I pulled my penis out and then thrust it in again. The intense pleasure made me lose control. Ignoring Mom's soft moans, I thrust in and out vigorously. In less than two minutes, I felt a tingling sensation spread from my penis throughout my body, a spasm in my lower abdomen, and my semen gushed out like a burst dam, wave after wave, deep into Mom's vagina. After ejaculating, I collapsed onto Mom. I dozed off for a few minutes, then woke up to find myself still on top of Mom, my penis soft but still inside her. She looked at me lovingly, one arm around my waist, the other gently stroking my hair. I gently kissed her and said, "Mom, dear Mom, I love you!" My upper body shifted, and my penis slipped out of her vagina. "Your thing is leaking out, quickly wipe it off for me," Mom said. I grabbed a few tissues from the coffee table and wiped away the milky white semen slowly flowing from her half-open vagina. Suddenly, I remembered something: "Mom, I... I prepared condoms, but... I forgot to use them," I stammered. Mom tucked the tissues between her legs, sat up from the sofa, and kissed me: "Don't worry, my period just ended two days ago. Xiao Lei, shall we go to bed?" That night, Mom and I made love three times before I finally fell asleep. The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw Mom propped up on one arm on the pillow, quietly watching me. Remembering last night, I reached out and hugged her: "Mom, what are you looking at?" "I'm looking at my bad son, my good man," Mom said softly, pressing her face against my chest. I stroked her back and buttocks while whispering: "Mom, were you comfortable last night?" Mom hummed in agreement, her face flushed, and said, "But...you're so capable, my lower area is still a little hot." I kissed her, laughing, and said, "I'm sorry, I'll make amends and lick it for you." I thought Mom would refuse, but to my surprise, she nodded shyly and said, "I'll go wash up first." I rolled over and pinned her to the bed, laughing, "Licking like this is more enjoyable." Mom struggled and said, "I haven't washed since last night, you don't mind, but I do. If you lick like this, you can't kiss my mouth later!" It was a deal. I laughed as I parted her legs, and before she could react, I took half of her vulva into my mouth. Less than two minutes later, Mom came. I climbed on top of her and gently kissed her lips. Mom opened her eyes, pretending to be angry, and said, "Your mouth is so horny, you can't kiss me." I kissed her again and said, "If you agree to one condition, I'll forgive you." Mom turned her head away from my mouth and asked, "What condition?" You have to tell me where that pungent smell on your breath is coming from. I won't tell. Mom laughed and covered her mouth with her hand, preventing me from kissing her again. I put my right hand under her armpit and asked, "Will you tell me or not?" Mom was ticklish and quickly begged for mercy. I said, "It's... the smell down there." Not specific! I wouldn't let her off the hook and tickled her. Mom laughed and said, "Xiao Lei, please, don't tickle me. Take your hand away and I'll tell you." Seeing that I agreed, she put her mouth to my ear and whispered, "The pungent smell on your breath is my smell. Are you satisfied now? You little rascal!" Then she hugged me tightly. I could no longer resist the physical contact and verbal teasing. I kissed Mom like crazy while freeing one hand to insert my penis into her vagina. Mom's body swayed up and down with my thrusts. She kissed me nonstop until I ejaculated. She stroked my face and whispered, "Xiao Lei, you're so good." My heart was filled with love for her, and a question arose spontaneously: "Mom, before you went to university, what did the young men in your village call you?" Mom looked at me, puzzled, and said, "Everyone in the village called me A-Chen." "Can I call you Sister A-Chen?" I asked. Mom paused for a moment, then chuckled: "Wrong. You should call me Little Sister A-Chen, and I'll call you Brother A-Lei!" She kissed me, avoiding my gaze, and said, "Xiao Lei, you're my man, you can call me whatever you want." Another question came to mind: "Sister A-Chen, can I move in with you?" Mom nodded, then suddenly blushed: "Could you go buy some birth control pills today?" "I'll buy some condoms, then you won't need to take pills," I offered. Mom blushed even more: "I...I don't want to be separated from you." "Mom, I love you!" At that moment, these were the only words I could find. Mom and I became husband and wife in name only. I wanted to make love with Mom every moment, but she insisted I be moderate, saying that too much frequency was bad for my health. I still try my best to help her with housework, and she doesn't completely refuse, saying that sharing some housework is good for men. During the day, Mom studies English, and I go to school; after dinner, we sometimes chat about everything under the sun, sometimes snuggle together watching TV, and sometimes simply stare at each other intently, as if we're forever...I couldn't get enough of looking at her. We loved to press our bodies together and dance slowly to the music. At these times, I liked to slip my hand inside my mother's panties from behind and gently caress her smooth, firm buttocks. I was extremely satisfied with my life; even my tutor half-jokingly, half-seriously remarked that I must have a beautiful girlfriend. I neither confirmed nor denied it, but I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. I had only one worry: my mother had never experienced orgasm during intercourse. My knowledge of sex was very limited at the time. I knew Kelly could orgasm. According to her, it was more intense than the kind obtained from licking her vulva. As for Peni and Eva, they would scream wildly during sex, so I naturally assumed they were like Kelly. (Many years later, I read on the internet that American women often fake orgasms to please men and to show they aren't sexually frigid. Whether Peni and Eva did this, I have no way of knowing.) So I assumed every woman could achieve orgasm during intercourse, which was the true meaning behind the third gift I wanted to give my mother on Valentine's Day. But more than two weeks passed, and my mother showed no signs of orgasm. I was completely baffled, feeling like I owed her something. Finally, I decided to ask Kelly again. She smiled, drew a cross-section of the female genitalia on a napkin, and then emphasized a spot on the anterior wall of the vagina, saying, "The area two or three inches inside the vaginal opening is very sensitive, called the G-spot. Start by using your fingers to stimulate that spot. If your mother feels like she needs to urinate, you've found the right spot. With continued stimulation, some women can achieve an orgasm more intense than oral sex." I thanked her profusely. Kelly said she hoped I would succeed, but not to take it too seriously. "Making your mother feel that you truly love her is more important than anything else. Also, make sure to trim your nails before you start, otherwise it's not safe," she said. That evening, while licking my mother's vulva, I massaged the anterior wall of her vagina with my index and middle fingers as Kelly had instructed. At first, my mother didn't react. After a while, she suddenly said, "Don't touch it like that. You're making me feel like I need to pee." I was secretly pleased and said, "Just hold it in, it'll be over soon." It turned out I was too optimistic. Not only did the finger massage have no effect, but I also found it difficult to reach the G-spot with the head of my penis because that area of the vagina is concave towards the lower abdomen, not in the path of thrusting. I tried for over a week, and apart from my mother starting to get used to the sensation of urinating caused by the finger massage, I made no progress. Perhaps Kelly was right, not every woman has a G-spot orgasm. In mid-March, my mentor and I went to a conference out of town. The conference was three days long, but the host, a former student of my mentor, let us stay an extra day, showing great hospitality. I missed my mother and longed to go home, but out of politeness, I had to pretend to be happy. I arrived home on the evening of the fourth day. My mother laid out rice porridge and pickles she had bought from Chinatown for me, saying that it was good to eat something light since I had just gotten off the plane. I quickly ate a few bites, just to get by. Then I hugged my mother and kissed her for several minutes. I took a breath and gently bit her earlobe as I asked: "Mom, did you miss me?" Mom rested her face on my shoulder and hummed in response. Was she thinking of me or my penis? I pressed my advantage. Mom kissed me and said in an almost inaudible voice, "Both." I pulled her to sit on the sofa, slipped one hand inside her bra, and rubbed her already hard nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Mom's breathing became heavier and heavier. Suddenly, she asked in a hoarse voice close to my ear, "Do you really like my smell?" It was the first time I'd heard Mom use a vulgar word, and I nodded excitedly. Mom continued, "I didn't wash this morning, I saved it for you." I pinched her nipple and laughed, "No wonder there was only rice porridge and pickled vegetables earlier. So the best was saved for last..." I suddenly had an idea. I ran into the bedroom, took out a thick quilt and spread it on the dining table, then grabbed a pillow. Then I pulled Mom up from the sofa, quickly stripped her naked, and placed her on the dining table. I lifted her legs and pushed them against her chest, then placed a pillow under her buttocks, making her vulva the most prominent part of her body. I pulled up a chair and sat at the table, gently parting her labia, and said with a smile, "The last dish is called 'Morning Clam with Dew.'" Afraid my mother wouldn't understand, I looked between her legs and said, "'Chen' in 'morning' is your name. 'Clam' is this," I said, opening and closing her labia a few times, then continued, "As for the dew inside the clam, that's the essence of this dish." Because her vulva was only inches from my face, I smelled a strong, fishy, pungent odor. Before my mother could respond, I lowered my head slightly and buried my face between her vulva, which was brimming with lustful fluid. I licked for a while, then my mother suddenly pushed my head away, saying in a hoarse voice, "I don't want your mouth, I want your cock." I stood up, parted her labia minora with one hand, and aimed my purplish-red, shiny cock at her half-open vaginal opening with the other. With a thrust, half of my cock disappeared into her vulva. Just as I was about to press on, I suddenly remembered that my mother's buttocks were positioned high. I was going to insert from below, moving forward and upward, with the head of my penis directly at her G-spot. I pushed the pillow up, elevating her lower body. Then, I placed one hand on her lower abdomen and gently pressed down, while the other hand supported my penis, aiming at her G-spot and thrusting forcefully. After about ten minutes, I was drenched in sweat, and my mother's moans grew louder, waves of tingling pleasure spreading from my penis throughout her body. I couldn't hold back any longer, and streams of hot semen shot into my mother's vagina. My mother clearly knew I had ejaculated, panting and pleading, "No, don't stop!" She swayed her body back and forth, taking the initiative. Fortunately, my penis didn't immediately soften after ejaculation. I took a breath and, in sync with my mother's movements, repeatedly thrusting at her G-spot. After another twenty or thirty thrusts, my mother suddenly tensed up, her vagina convulsing violently, and a high-pitched sound escaped her throat. Success! I had barely finished thinking those three words when I saw a stream of liquid spurt from my mother's vagina, spraying all the way onto my chest. At first, I thought I was seeing things, but I quickly realized it wasn't. The liquid was coming from her urethra, spraying four times in total. The first three times were powerful, hitting me directly, while the last one seemed weak. At that moment, my mother's vagina was still twitching, but her body was already limp. After a while, my mother opened her eyes, pulled me to her side, kissed me, and murmured, "Xiao Lei, you fucked me to death... Can you carry me to the bed?" I picked up her soft body and went into the bedroom. I stroked her hair and asked, "Achen, did you feel good just now?" "Yes, you're so good." My mother looked at me intently and said. "What did it feel like just now?" I asked. My mother thought for a few seconds, as if recalling what had just happened, and then slowly said, "You licked me very well, but I always felt... empty inside, wanting you. From the beginning, you made me want to pee." At first, I held back, but then it felt quite good. Then… I can't really explain it, I just wanted you to keep poking that spot. Then, I felt like my lower body was melting, I couldn't control it… Mom stopped midway, her face turning bright red. She glanced at me shyly, somewhat flustered, and said, "I… did I pee just now?" I kissed her forehead and laughed, replying, "Not only did I pee, but I peed really high, it sprayed all over me!" Mom's face turned even redder: "I felt like I couldn't control it, at that moment… I didn't want to control it, my lower body relaxed, it felt like my whole body melted into water and flowed away. I'll try next time, maybe I can hold it in." Seeing her flustered look, I hugged her and said, "Mom, as long as you're comfortable, pee whenever you want. Don't hold it in. At worst, you can put more towels under you next time." "You're so good to me," Mom said, resting her head against my chest. I smiled. Besides, watching you gush water upwards like a geyser is quite exciting. I hope it happens every year, every month, every day! "I knew you weren't up to any good!" Mom lightly bit my shoulder. "Mom, it's not fair that I'm always the one ejaculating. From now on, I'll ejaculate, and you'll urinate. That's true gender equality." I paused, then continued, half-jokingly, half-seriously: "I promised before that I would take good care of you and make you happy, and today I've finally fulfilled a little of that promise." Mom giggled before I could finish. After a while, she stopped laughing and said, pretending to be serious: "You really are a filial son, making your mother incontinent. There aren't many in the world who can compare to you!" Much later, I learned from a book that what Mom was spraying wasn't urine, but a liquid similar to male semen. Of course, there was no sperm in it. Kelly was right; not all women have G-spot orgasms. And not all women who have G-spot orgasms ejaculate. As for my mother's ability to ejaculate so far, it's probably related to her years of dance training and well-developed pelvic muscles. And so, my relationship with my mother continues to this day. I'm eighteen now, and I have a girlfriend, but I still spend my nights in my mother's bed. My bed at home is purely for decoration. My mother and I's lovemaking marathon usually starts on Saturday nights.From the beginning of the day until noon on Sunday. During this time, my penis almost never left her vagina, even while I slept. My mother had also told me to take good care of my girlfriend. Every time she said that, I would say I knew. My relationship with my mother continued like this, and I even wanted to use my semen to make my mother give birth to a little sister for me.

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