Mom, I haven't made love to you for several days.

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I live in a small to medium-sized city, and my family's economic situation is average. My mother didn't give me the means to squander money. Normally, a recent graduate like me should be working hard to find a job and build my own future. However, my life as a homebody during my school years made it difficult for me to integrate into society after graduation. Although I have a very active mind, I always seem a bit dull and naive to outsiders. I also maintain the typical homebody style, knowing island war movies and comics like the back of my hand. Since graduating from junior high school, a daily "hand cannon shot" has been a must. As I mentioned, my mother didn't give me the means to squander money. My parents divorced when I was very young, and I lived with my mother.

My mother is a very independent and strong woman. She runs a small business, and after paying for living expenses, she still has a small amount left to meet my daily needs. During my student years, expenses were relatively low. My mother is 48 years old this year, 169 cm tall, neither too thin nor too plump. Her buttocks are the part of her body that I find most fascinating—plump but not loose, and very round. My mother has a very youthful and alluring face. Due to my long-term masturbation, she looks older now; at 24, she looks like she's in her late twenties. My mother's friends often joke that we're like siblings, and some of the more lewd ones even joke, "Do you secretly absorb your son's essence every night?" My mother is very open-minded and doesn't get angry, but she also doesn't feel shy or embarrassed. My stepfather is someone my mother met when I was in the second year of junior high school. He's eleven years younger than her, a long-haired man who looks very free and easy. Initially, he worked for a state-owned enterprise. Later, he was laid off due to layoffs. Since my mother is a strong, independent woman, he didn't have to worry about her finances, and she looked very young, appearing to be the same age as him. They got married less than six months after meeting. At the time, I disliked this man from the bottom of my heart. He had no income and was completely obedient to my mother. I felt that men living like him were truly wasting their lives. (There might have been a little jealousy involved at the time; after living with my mother for so many years, suddenly another man appeared, taking away half of her love. Because I didn't have an Oedipus complex then.) This mindset has led me to call him "uncle" to this day, never "Dad." His attitude towards me is just for show, merely superficial.

Perhaps appearances reflect mindset; my mother, nearing 50, looks young and is very energetic and open-minded. After they got married, they often went out, seeking excitement at night. My Oedipus complex started near graduation from university. At that time, I didn't really like watching adult videos featuring older women. But my computer would inexplicably display videos of women in their forties and fifties. This puzzled me greatly, and I even thought it was a virus downloaded from a certain app. One night, I got up to drink water, which solved the mystery. Because I was groggy from the night, I heard "uh-huh" and "ah-ah" sounds as I walked to my room. I initially thought I was hallucinating from excessive masturbation, and stood there for a while. Once I came to my senses, I realized someone was watching my porn in the study. This thought made my heart skip a beat. Back then, my mother was irreplaceable in my heart; I believed she was the most sacred person in the world. I was terrified of her finding out I was watching porn and discovering my shameful side. With a heavy heart, I walked to the study door, and through the crack, I breathed a long sigh of relief. It was my uncle. Humph! Back in my room, I couldn't sleep. In middle school, my parents had a very good relationship. Sometimes I would secretly eavesdrop and hear my mother's soft moans and the thuds of her hitting the bed. Why would my uncle be watching porn in the middle of the night? Deep down, I knew that men at home couldn't compare to those outside. And the films he watched were those featuring older women that "strangely" appeared on my computer. That's probably why he married my mother in the first place. I fell asleep while thinking about it, completely unaware of the reaction in my groin when I imagined my mother and uncle having sex. The next morning, they were all out running errands. I opened my computer and checked my recently opened programs in the Start menu. For some reason, I wanted to experience what it would feel like for my uncle to watch this. The film depicted incest between a mother and son in Japan. I don't usually like these older women, but watching it made me think about my mother's potentially unsatisfactory sex life, and how my uncle might no longer satisfy her. I also thought about my mother's moans, and my hand moved down involuntarily.

When I saw the characters in the film, I automatically projected my mother onto them. When the woman screamed in climax, I came too. Watching that woman felt like my mother was beneath me, making me moan in pain, my semen gushing out. It felt so wonderful that I slowly closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. This moment of self-indulgence made me addicted to this feeling, and my "love" for my mother silently changed. I had a girlfriend who wasn't a virgin; we slept together after only three days. It felt great; she was very proactive. But she also made me realize that because of my long foreskin, the sensation during penetration wasn't very intense. After we broke up, I suggested to my mom that I get a circumcision. My mom agreed because everyone says that men with long foreskins are prone to erectile dysfunction as they get older. My mom was very considerate of my future sex life, and thinking about that made me hard again. I went to the hospital, paid the surgery fee, and was ready to have the procedure done immediately. But the doctor said I needed to shave first, which basically meant shaving the hair around my penis. He told me to go to a dark room, and after a few minutes, my mom came in carrying a tray with a small knife, gauze, and disinfectant. I thought my mom would give me the tray and leave, but instead, she said something that shocked me. "Take off your pants quickly." "Huh?" I was stunned. "Hurry up, the doctor is waiting for you." "Okay." I nodded mechanically and moved. I unzipped my pants, revealing my penis. My mom wasn't as shy as some other people describe. Maybe she just thought her son was a piece of my flesh, and she'd seen everything. But he really overlooked one thing: I'm an adult now. I was holding my own penis. Because of nervousness, it was shriveled up, and my mother shaved the pubic hair around it. Some parts even bled! "Ouch, you're bleeding! Be careful, or I can do it myself." Seeing the blood, all the erotic thoughts vanished. "Everyone's been waiting for you, you think you're getting a haircut and getting a makeover?" she said, gently patting my penis with both hands. Perhaps my mother is more playful and open-minded; she thought it was nothing for a mother to pat her son's penis. But this pat was unbearable. The initial nervousness had been dispelled by the earlier playful banter between mother and son, and my mother's gentle pat immediately aroused me. My penis stood erect, and the hand that had been holding the foreskin now gripped it from behind. My mother was momentarily at a loss. I forced myself to remain calm. "Don't do this during the surgery, the doctor will have to cut you out," my mother said, but I didn't hear a word she said. My eyes were fixed on her lips, which looked incredibly sexy with the lipstick she'd applied. My libido was extremely high, and impulsively, I took a step forward. Perhaps my mother saw my expression; she was startled too. After a second's pause, she put the knife on the plate, stood up, and said, "Do it yourself, hurry up," before leaving. My mother's behavior made me feel incredibly guilty and frustrated. I felt like a terrible person, and my penis instantly went limp.

After shaving myself, I went straight to the doctor, probably feeling awkward seeing my mother. The surgery was simple, a one-hour local anesthesia. The doctor told me the stitches would fall off automatically in about seven days, and I couldn't shower for two weeks. I awkwardly went home. During this time, a terrifying thought crept into my mind: I wanted to have sex with my mother! So, I spent the last few days preparing, reading incest novels, watching incest movies, and reading incest comics online. I did my homework. I read in a novel that mothers who are more open-minded don't care about incest between mother and son. Because the son is their own, they can accept it as long as it's not told others. Even if the son rapes the mother, the mother won't tell anyone because she loves her son and silently endures it. Because I had never experienced it, I believed it. I read an article about secretly trying to find out what my mother was thinking using QQ, and I had a good idea. Because I had registered my mother's QQ account, I knew her account and password. My mother usually loves to chat and often sits on the sofa after dinner, talking on her phone for hours. Hehe, I secretly logged into Mom's QQ account and looked at her recent contacts, checking her chat history one by one to see if there was any sign that Mom liked chatting with young people. What I found really shocked me. Mom's chat history was full of lewd jokes, like when someone said, "Little baby, how many times a night do you go?" Mom would reply, "You're never satisfied." But I also noticed something else: although Mom was very flirtatious, she would directly refuse invitations from online friends to go out for dinner or karaoke. It seems Mom's sex life is not in sync with Uncle's, and she's seeking emotional satisfaction online. This information, coupled with the "guidance" from incestuous novels, made me even more confident. That night, Mom was chatting in the living room, and I sent her a message. "Mom, what's up?" I was a little nervous. "Come over here, it's obviously not good news." =. = Uh, no one knows a child better than their mother. "Let's talk here, I can't say it to you in person." When we got to the point, my face turned red in front of the computer. "What? Why so mysterious? Tell me the good news, keep the bad news to yourself." Mom is really cute, at least that's what I think. "Mom, this is good for you!" "Good for me? Giving me some money is the best benefit!" =.= Mom, you're so materialistic. Are you a 90s kid? "Um, how long has it been since you two did it? He's living elsewhere now. How often does he come back to do it with you?" (Uncle went to work for his brother-in-law, he's doing business in another city.) After a half-minute silence, "Why are you asking this? What's it to you?" Mom's tone was very cold, and I suddenly felt like backing down. But thinking about Mom's chat history, I became bolder. "I know my uncle is different now than he was two years ago. He doesn't touch you much now, right?" I continued when there was no response from the other end. "I checked your QQ chat history this morning. Why were you talking about those things with strangers? Don't you know it hurts me? You've shattered my impression of you!" I was almost hysterical. "What image do you have of me? Does my image allow you to say such things to me?" My mother's words were sharp, leaving me speechless. "Mom, you are the most beautiful in my heart. You are the person I love most. I know my uncle doesn't care about you anymore. I know you need things, but he's away from home for a long time now. I can meet your needs! Really," I said sincerely. About a minute later, Mom went offline. Then I heard footsteps passing through the study and into her room. At this moment, I was actually a little angry because I read online that if a mother loves her child, she will basically agree to everything. These novels have really ruined me. In a fit of anger, I stood up abruptly and went to Mom's bedroom. Mom was a little startled by me, looking at me like I was a stranger. I said, "Don't you love me?" Mom calmed down and answered after a while. "Do you know what love is?" Why do my mother's words always leave me speechless? My reasons, my courage, my thoughts have all turned into a jumbled mess. My mother continued, "Do you know what you're doing? Do you know the consequences of doing this? I didn't expect that you're over 20 and still think like a child! You should spend less time online. Let me tell you, if I didn't love you, it would be your father next to you right now. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have waited until you were old enough to remarry. I love you, that's why I can't do this kind of thing with you!" I was stunned. Why? It turns out that my mother wasn't disgusted by me or by me having sex with her. She was afraid of hurting me. Thinking of this, my blood rushed to my head, and I didn't care about my recently circumcised penis. I pounced on my mother. My mother didn't expect that her words would be misunderstood like this. She hesitated for a moment and then began to resist. I used my hands to pin down my mother's arms and my legs to press down on her lower body. I kept kissing her neck. My mother resisted fiercely, hitting me with her head and struggling desperately with her arms. But my lower body remained completely still, and I realized what was going on. My mother was afraid she would reopen my wound. Today was the fifth day after the surgery, and half of the stitches at the incision site had fallen off. My penis was also hard, and at that moment, I didn't even think about whether I could penetrate her; I just wanted to conquer my mother. I lowered myself and rubbed against her, and even though my mother's lower body wasn't moving, the violent shaking of her upper body also affected my lower body. I accidentally used too much force. My penis felt like it had been pricked by a needle. "Ah!" I cried out in pain. My mother saw that I wasn't moving and that my face was flushed with pain, but she actually chuckled. Looking at my mother's smiling face, I still wanted to kiss her lips despite the pain. "Get lost!" My mother's face turned pale again. I guessed that my mother must have sung Peking Opera before. Her face-changing skills were superb! That yell really got to me. I slumped back to my room, quickly pulled down my underwear to check my penis. There was some bleeding, not much, but traces of blood. A while later, my mother's voice came through. "Is something wrong?" Afraid she'd be angry at my antics and ignore me, I replied, "No, no, Mom, think about what I said." Then there was silence. I couldn't sleep all night. Seven days passed, and two stitches still hadn't fallen out. I was worried; this was a lifelong issue. In my anxiety, I went to the hospital with my mother to see a doctor. He looked at it and said, "It's nothing, just a small cut. It's bleeding and has scabbed over, so it hasn't fallen off yet." My mother kept glaring at me, and I felt ashamed… Taking advantage of my inattention, the doctor used tweezers to rip the stitches off. "Mom!" It hurt terribly. My mother's face changed too; she looked very distressed. The doctor said to be careful in the future, avoid intercourse for a month, and preferably avoid anything too intense. My face flushed again, something I rarely do. Time flew by. A month has passed in the blink of an eye. My relationship with my mother hasn't changed because of that prank; a month seems to have replaced the awkwardness of that day. Tonight, Aunt Tian, one of my mother's business partners, invited us out to karaoke with her son and husband. So the five of us sat in a private room. Everyone says that you have to drink when you sing karaoke, and I felt this was my chance! More than a month has passed, and my penis has almost recovered. I figured I could get it in, and a plan slowly formed in my head. Since my mother can't sing, I came up with a good idea. "Let's take turns singing a song, and whoever can't sing it has to drink, how about that?" I said with a wicked smile. "Okay, no problem," Aunt Tian was always so generous. My mother secretly glanced at me, probably thinking, "Aren't you just ruining my life? I've wasted my life having this son." My mother knew a couple of songs at first, but then she couldn't sing any more. When it was her turn, she immediately picked up her glass, which made me secretly happy.

Halfway through the session, Mom had drunk about half a bottle of red wine. Because of the aftereffects of the wine, her face was flushed, but she wasn't really drunk. Looking at Mom, I felt a strong urge to touch her. While everyone was watching the screen, I secretly reached out my hand. The karaoke room was dimly lit, and we were sitting on the edge, so no one saw me. First, I touched Mom's waist. She immediately stiffened, turned her head, and gave me a stern warning. But I knew she was only daring to warn me. I slipped my hand under Mom's shirt, trying to reach down to her bottom. At that moment, Mom casually scratched herself and reached behind to pinch my mischievous hand. I coughed loudly, and Mom immediately pulled her hand back, her lively expression gone; she was probably really angry. Seeing this, I quickly pulled my hand away. Mom gave me a "you know what's good for you" look, which made me regret my actions. When she turned her head away, my shamelessness returned, and I reached my hand over again. This time, however, I didn't go inside her clothes; instead, I placed my hand outside her skirt and touched my mother's buttocks. Perhaps my mother felt that resistance was futile, because she didn't move this time. My hand slowly touched, sometimes grabbing, sometimes caressing, sometimes gently pinching. Gradually, my territory moved lower and lower, and my mother's face became increasingly flushed. When my aunt sang the climax of a song, everyone applauded. At this moment, my mother did something that still puzzles me to this day. As she clapped, she leaned back slightly. You see, my hand was about to touch my mother's vulva, and her leaning back allowed me to hit my target. Yet, my mother's face remained flushed, and I couldn't tell what was wrong. I didn't know if my mother was uncomfortable because my hand was digging into her buttocks, or if she was indulging my behavior. I continued to slowly caress my mother's vulva through her skirt and underwear. I felt that the alcohol was taking effect, and my mother was starting to let loose. Five people, two families, were in the room. One family of three was happily singing, while my mother and I were doing something that made everyone blush. They were completely unaware of my mother's half-closed, blissful expression and unfocused gaze. Actually, I had only moved my hand a few times when I felt my skirt get wet. Although my mother was enjoying herself, she was still a strong woman and maintained her composure even in the heat of passion. She knew that if I continued, her skirt would be soaked, and she wouldn't be able to get out. She turned her head and gave me a knowing look. I understood, and withdrew my hand. I deliberately spilled water on my hand while drinking and licked it a couple of times. When my mother saw this, she stepped on my toes with her heel. It hurt terribly, but she had a smug look on her face. Of course, neither Aunt Tian nor my mother's family saw our little antics. We sang for a full four hours that night. Why "full"? Aunt Tian, like my mother, is a businesswoman, shrewd and calculating, and her timing was impeccable. When we got to the front desk, the receptionist smiled at us and said, "If you're even half a minute late, you'll have to pay for an extra hour." KTV charges by the hour. If you sing for an hour and a minute, you'll have to pay for two hours. I sang for four hours until my throat was hoarse, but I was incredibly happy, not because of the singing, but because of my mother on my back. She was drunk and asleep, her little mouth still making smacking noises. She was probably thirsty from drinking. I really wanted to put my penis inside her and have her suck it, licking the glans with her little tongue. Getting a taxi at night is easier than during the day, even though there are fewer cars. But there are even fewer people trying to hail a taxi. Aunt Tian gave me a few instructions, closed the door, and let us go home. Because my mother was unconscious, she leaned against me, and we sat together in the back. The taxis here have metal partitions separating the front and back of the car, so the driver can't see below our chests. This was my chance! I'd only touched her through her skirt before; this time I'd stick my finger in. I gently slipped my hand inside, and my heart pounded when I touched the pubic hair. Moving downwards, I finally reached that steaming little hole. The water beside it had already soaked through my panties, feeling like I was touching oil. The labia were tender, but why were they a little engorged? What was Mom dreaming about? I gently teased it, inserting a finger. Wow… it was slippery and hot inside, and it felt like it was sucking my finger in, not sucking it inwards, but rather like it was stuck to the surrounding vaginal walls. At this moment, Mom grabbed my mischievous hand. I thought Mom had woken up and was going to stop me, but unexpectedly, Mom was slowly rubbing my hand in her dream. Was Mom masturbating in her dream? When we got home, I didn't brush my teeth or shower; I just carried Mom to the bed. At this moment, because I had been masturbating my mother for a long time, I couldn't hold back any longer. I bent down and took off my mother's underwear, which was completely soaked and had a slightly fishy and greasy smell that smelled very good. I pushed my shirt up to my chest, pulled down my pants, and looked at my throbbing penis. I knew that no one could stop me today. My mother was lying on the edge of the bed in a spread-eagle position, and I was standing on the floor, looking at my mother's muddy lower body. I gently held my mother's two ankles and lifted them onto my shoulders. Looking at my mother's small jade feet, I couldn't help but kiss her toes. They say that if you love someone, you love all of them, and it's true. Looking at my mother's little feet, they were so irresistible that I forgot about penetrating her vagina and started rubbing them while standing. I gently licked my mother's fair and jade-like feet and heard my mother moan softly. This discovery was terrible; her feet were my mother's sensitive area! If my mother were conscious, she would definitely be ashamed to let me know her sensitive area and would hold back without making a sound. Thinking of this, I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed both of her jade-like feet with my right hand and pushed my penis in with my left. My mother was very wet, and my penis went in without any obstruction. With a "oh," I knew that from today onwards, my feelings for my mother would never be the same again. My mother's vagina was very tight and hot inside. My penis felt like it was melting inside, and there was an itchy feeling on the glans. It was my mother scratching my itch. I almost ejaculated as soon as I went in. The only drawback was that my mother's vagina was very short. I felt like I could reach the very deepest part of her flower when I inserted it. It's conceivable that if I moved too much or thrust too hard, my mother would definitely be in pain, and how could I bear to? Even though my mother couldn't have sex today, I couldn't thrust too hard. After all, I couldn't thrust too violently with my incision still in progress. So, I grabbed my mother's two ankles with my right hand, leaned forward, and gently thrust with my left hand on my mother's waist. My mother seemed to feel something in her dream, moaning softly. After gently thrusting for about 10 minutes, I felt the movement getting a bit stiff, so I turned my mother over so she was lying on her side. She was unconscious and kept falling to one side when lying on her side. I had no choice but to use my right hand to support her body, while my left hand gently stroked her anus while thrusting. This position felt very good to my penis; the comfortable sensation shot straight to my head. I was about to ejaculate! I quickly turned my mother back over, this time pressing down on her, pressing her legs against her large breasts, and using my tongue to pry open her lips. The moment I touched her tongue, the soft, smooth touch combined with the aroma of red wine and saliva in her mouth made me thrust hard without restraint, ejaculating with a hiss. My mother let out a soft "ah," and I didn't know if she had orgasmed. At that moment, I couldn't help but think of Aunt Tian; I wondered what her and her husband's expressions would be if they knew I was having sex with my mother. Afterwards, I went to the bathroom to get a towel to help my mom tidy up. Halfway through wiping, it suddenly occurred to me that even if I cleaned her up, she would definitely know what I had done. It would be better to just leave it as is and be honest about my actions, and also tell her that I didn't regret it! My mom didn't wake up that night. I stayed up all night waiting for her to get water when she was thirsty in the middle of the night. Around 6 a.m., I got dressed and went out to buy breakfast. Just as I got downstairs, I received a text message. It was from my mom, saying, "Don't come back yet." I pondered the meaning of that sentence. Did she mean I should leave and not go back? Or should I buy breakfast and wait for her to clean up before going back? True to my thick skin, I completely assumed it was the latter, so I bought breakfast and went straight home. When I got home, my mom was taking a shower. Good grief. I'd been out for about 20 minutes. You took a 20-minute shower? Did you think I was dirty? (Later I found out my mom had been secretly masturbating.) She came out of the shower without any clothes on, and I almost spat it out while she was talking about it. When she came over for dinner, dressed, my mother's face was expressionless, neither happy nor sad. She didn't weep or wail as others had described. It was as if she knew this day would come and had been fully prepared. From dinner until she left, we didn't exchange a single word. We didn't even look at each other, tacitly. I thought to myself, I'm a man, I should take the initiative. My mother came home very early that evening, probably because my situation had distracted her. I secretly bought 21 roses, representing my true love and apology. I placed them in the cupboard in the study. After my mother went into the bedroom, I took the roses and hummed the wedding march as I went in.

My mother looked at me calmly, as if she were watching a joke. This instantly froze my enthusiasm. I handed her the flowers, but she didn't even look at them and placed them on the counter. I sat down, ready to touch her. Her words filled me with fear: "Are you going to rape me again?" I looked at her, completely flustered. This shouldn't be happening. The online stories say that after the first time, it's easier the second time. This kind of relationship lasted for two weeks. I thought my penis was completely healed. I desperately needed to release my pent-up desire; I'd given up my masturbation habit after having sex with my mother. Now I really wanted to find a woman to release my pent-up desire. I definitely didn't dare touch my mother, so I decided to go to a prostitute that night. There was a foot massage parlor downstairs. Around 10 pm, I sneaked out of my house and went downstairs into a bathhouse. Being a naive first-timer, I immediately asked if I wanted a prostitute. The girl opposite me hesitated for a moment, then said, "Oh, 50 yuan a time, 300 yuan for the night." I thought the girl was pretty and had a good figure. Thinking, "Only 50? That's so cheap!" I went inside, but the girl left. A woman who looked utterly unattractive entered, and I immediately tensed up. No way… that was exciting enough, but what happened next sent chills down my spine! I heard my mother's voice outside: "Ah Kun, you come out here!" I shakily went out, my mother's expression telling me of her disappointment. Back home, we sat on the sofa. My mother asked, "How many times?" "The first time didn't work…" I said dejectedly… "Oh? So you want to try a few more times?" I didn't dare answer. "You're something else! You raped me first, then went to a prostitute! What wouldn't you do? How old are you?" For some reason, when I heard "rape her," I felt not fear, but anger. "I clearly love you, can't I express my love? Don't you feel anything?" I exploded. "!" My mother looked at me without saying a word. Fueled by rage, I slammed my mother onto the sofa and forcefully pulled down her long skirt. She didn't make a sound, only fiercely resisting. I looked up and saw the curtains weren't drawn. I ripped a hole in her underwear, ignoring whether she would escape, and stood up, heading straight for the window. My mother, not knowing what I was doing, thought I was going to jump out the window; she jumped up too. "What are you doing?" Huh? Hahaha, I just wanted to close the curtains! I didn't expect my mother to be so concerned about me even while I was "raping" her. I gave her a look of utter despair, turned, and closed the curtains… My mother was stunned. You were pulling my clothes off halfway and then went to close the curtains? I turned back, grabbed my mother, and pushed her onto the sofa. She began to resist violently again, and now I completely interpreted her resistance as a different kind of provocation. I pushed her onto the sofa, making her back face me, and with a gentle thrust, I penetrated her completely. Actually, she was already incredibly wet down there. Although she didn't approve verbally, physically, or emotionally, the fact that she was so wet from just a few struggles and pushes without any caresses showed what else needed to be proven. Mom's right hand continued to pound my hips, while her left hand gripped the back of the sofa. She knelt on the sofa in front of me, her buttocks slightly raised. The moisture from Mom's vagina clung to my penis, making a squelching sound with each thrust, combined with the soft slapping sounds from her right hand, creating a unique symphony in the living room. At first, I used a doggy-style position, pushing and pulling on Mom's hips. Later, I pressed my chest against her back, kneading her breasts with both hands. Because my entire body was focused on Mom, she could no longer "caress" my hips. With both hands on the sofa, she used her buttocks to press against my penis, while I thrust in and out like a dog. Mom finally couldn't resist the stimulation and let out soft moans. But even with our heads close together, I could hear clearly, which made me thrust even more violently. We did this for a while, and it felt incredibly exhausting; both my mother and I were completely worn out. I patted my mother's bottom and got up to lie down beside her. My mother opened her eyes, looked at me sideways, and sat down with her back to me. This filled me with a sense of accomplishment; my mother was mine. My bottom was on the edge of the sofa with my legs bent, while my mother sat directly on my penis with both legs on the ground. The cool-down period of about ten seconds increased my fighting power considerably, but knowing what my mother was thinking, I didn't move at all. My mother sat on my penis, and seeing that I hadn't moved for a while, she gently punched my knees below the knees with her hand, then turned to stare at me. The lights in our house were dim, and seeing the fluorescent glow on my mother's back, and the beads of sweat on her forehead from the earlier stimulation, I almost couldn't resist thrusting harder. Seeing that I still ignored her, my mother, as if in a huff, reached behind her and scratched my stomach, and her bottom began to sway gently. The movements were very gentle, and each time Mom arched back, it was accompanied by a soft sigh. Mom seemed to be enjoying it. This movement made the squelching sound at the junction of our penis and labia even louder. I mischievously used my hands to lift Mom's buttocks, looking at the junction of our bodies, glistening with moisture, like honey under the yellow light. Mom's hands, which were supporting me on my knees, suddenly reached behind her back and tried to slap my hand away. This movement was accompanied by Mom's loud "Ah!" and I also groaned in pleasure. Mom was already very tired, and it was difficult for her to support herself with both hands. Now, one hand slapped away the large hand lifting her buttocks, causing my penis to thrust hard into Mom's vagina. This movement fascinated me. I reached out with both hands and lifted Mom's buttocks. Mom seemed to know what I was going to do and did not resist, obediently rising up. Then I let go, and Mom would shout "Ah!" Perhaps because Mom's vagina was too short, the movements were too stimulating. After a few moments, she couldn't take it anymore and lay on top of me. My hands were on her breasts, kneading her large orbs. Mom's hands followed, helping me find her most comfortable spots. After a while, Mom's body suddenly stiffened and convulsed. I felt her lower body rhythmically sucking on my penis; the feeling was incredibly pleasurable, and I could feel the increased moisture on her vaginal walls. Mom had another orgasm! Mom convulsed like this for a while, seemingly exhausted. I felt incredibly sorry for her. So I pulled my penis out and let Mom lie on top of me, using my hands to keep her body from rolling down. Mom turned her head to find my mouth, and I kissed her. She didn't seem very good at kissing; her tongue always seemed stiff when it touched mine. Mom pushed my head away with her head and asked in a mosquito-like voice, "Not going to ejaculate?" "Mom's tired, I can't bear to, it's the same whether I ejaculate or not," I said shamelessly and sweetly. "Hmph! You stinky thing, you actually know how to say nice things." Mom stood up. I thought she would go to take a shower and get dressed, but instead she walked forward on the sofa. During this time, love juice dripped from her labia onto the sofa, and Mom quickly squatted down to wipe it. "Oh dear, this is hard to wipe when it's dry." As soon as Mom squatted down, her alluring little hole immediately opened up, and I could just see the spring scenery inside. After wiping, Mom went to turn off the light. Why turn off the light? I had already drawn the curtains! Because of the sudden darkness, I was temporarily blinded and could not see what my mother did. I only felt someone lying on my lap, and then my penis entered a warm and moist embrace. The dark environment and the warm, moist touch were completely different from the feeling of a vagina, and there was a little elf inside that seemed to be teasing her big brother. My mother was giving me oral sex, and the thought made my blood boil instantly. A sudden surge of pleasure made me ejaculate. I held my mother's head tightly, and she didn't expect my sudden ejaculation. With the shackles on her back, she was hit squarely by the spray, swallowing most of the semen, leaving only a small portion in her mouth. I said, "Drink it all, you've already drunk some." This seemed to anger my mother, and she stood up to put it in my mouth. "Damn it!" I ran away in a flash to the bathroom to shower. Later, I heard my mother's muffled laughter because of something she was calling out. That night, we slept like a married couple, embracing each other. I woke up early in the morning, looking at my erect penis, and tried to insert it into my mother's vagina. Unexpectedly, my mother kicked me off the bed. "Get out! Do you know this is incest? How many more times do you want to do this?" My God, yesterday we were like a married couple, taking turns, and you seemed even more intense than me. And this morning you're turning your back on me? Are you a devil or a mischievous sprite? I roared to the heavens! That evening, I was playing on the computer in my room when my mother knocked and came in. "What's up? Don't knock before coming into my room anymore. We're husband and wife, there are no secrets. And just say what you want to say, I'm in the middle of a game, I don't have time to chat with you." I replied without turning my head. "Okay." My mother didn't seem angry at what I said, so I turned around curiously. "What's wrong? You seem troubled?" My mother seemed a little hesitant, opening her mouth twice but saying nothing. "What is it? We're an old married couple." I was a little shameless; we'd only been intimate twice, and she already called us an old married couple. "Get out of here!""Here you go!" *Thump*, a box was thrown onto my desk. I was playing a game and didn't have time to see what it was. Seeing that I ignored her, she angrily hit me on the head. I pretended to cry out, "Ouch...it hurts so much!" My mother walked away speechlessly. When I finally looked at the table, I couldn't play the game anymore. A box of condoms lay there quietly. It said, "Durex, Beloved." Staring at the box of condoms, my eyes widened, and I gently picked it up.

My mind immediately went to my mother's private parts. I instantly snapped to attention. I frantically opened the package, grabbed a condom, and rushed into my mother's bedroom. She was lying on the bed playing cards on her phone. Seeing me holding a condom, she just stared at me without saying a word. My mom always manages to control me; with her just staring, I felt completely flustered. My initial plan to come in and have a passionate encounter with my mother vanished. The awkward situation was briefly salvaged by a comment from her card game: "Hurry up, I'm getting impatient!" We both burst out laughing. "Alright, better to be clever than polite." I was about to mount her when my mother kicked me again. Just like that morning. "Damn it, I can't control you!" I threw the condom on the bed and launched into a battle for control of the bed with my mother. Of course, Mom's resistance was always symbolic. I used my right hand to hold down her hands, making her lie face down on the bed. Now I only had my left hand left, but how could I put on a condom with just one hand? Mother and son seemed to understand each other perfectly; knowing I was facing a problem, he actually started humming a little tune. With no other option, I used my teeth to pry it open, and after a flurry of activity, I finally managed to put the condom on. Mom was now lying face down on the bed with her legs together, her hands restrained by me. I used my hands to spread her legs apart, and slowly inserted my penis. Good heavens, it was so tight! This position made it impossible for me to move. After finally inserting it all the way in, I dared not move. The lubricant on the condom wasn't enough. Mom's vagina hadn't produced much lubrication either, and sudden thrusting would definitely make her uncomfortable. So I released Mom's hands, got up, and straddled her buttocks. This position was exactly like riding a motorcycle. Mom's hands, now free, started to cause trouble. Because I was straddling her, my upper body upright, my legs were right next to my mother's hands, so she kept pinching me hard. It hurt so much, she really didn't hold back! Watch my special move. I looked back for my mother's little feet, found them, and gently pinched them. She immediately went limp, and her pinching power vanished. She buried her head in the pillow and just lay there pretending to be dead. After a while of gentle caressing, I felt her vagina overflowing with love juice. Having received permission, I naturally began to act. The tight feeling made me ejaculate after only a short while of thrusting. My mother softly said, "Throw away the condom, it's so uncomfortable." Haha. Hearing that, I knew my mother was gone, my wife was back. Life had to go on, and my mother and I continued our simple life. We made love once or twice a week. Any more than that, and my mother wouldn't allow it. And every time we did it, she would resist a little, then cooperate with me tacitly. I don't know why, but I couldn't live without my mother's little resistance; it always added to our fun, giving me a strange feeling. My mom doesn't moan much during sex, which really annoys me. I desperately want her to scream "Ahhh!" under me, but no matter what tricks I use, no matter how vigorously I thrust, she only makes soft, nasal moans. If it weren't for my first drunken outburst, I wouldn't even know her sensitive spots were on her feet. I learned that my uncle was coming home today and arranged a game. This game is a game between my mother and me. That night, I secretly put sleeping pills in my uncle's water glass (he needs to drink water with his meals). At 11 pm, I opened their bedroom door, and my mom was startled. She turned around and glared at me angrily. I smiled easily, "Mom, I gave him sleeping pills, hehe." "Ah? You, are you trying to kill me?" My mom softened a little after hearing that. "Mom, I don't want him to have sex with you anymore. Wouldn't it be better if you got a divorce?" I pleaded. "Oh, you don't have to do this. Actually, your uncle had a tumor in his testicle last year and had it removed." "What?" This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for me. It turned out that their month-long trip last year wasn't a honeymoon; they'd secretly gone to have him undergo surgery. "Then why don't you divorce him? He can't satisfy you anymore, I don't want to share you with him," I said hastily. "Actually, marriage isn't always what you think, about two people loving each other," Mom suddenly said seductively. "It's a good thing I didn't divorce him, because I have you, my nemesis, who can be my cover! Why do you think I made you use condoms? It's because I'm afraid of pregnancy! If he were healthy, what would it matter if he got you pregnant?" I chuckled inwardly. Mom was indeed open-minded, that's right, that's right. My gaze towards Mom became fiery. "Mom, he's asleep, let's be gentle, shall we?" This time, Mom was completely open-minded, offering no resistance, gently lifting her blanket. "Come in." I felt like I'd received a royal decree, took off my underwear, and climbed in. Mom touched my penis and gently kissed my lips. This was the first time Mom had been so proactive with me, and I was a little overwhelmed. I had no idea what to do next. Mom chuckled at my reaction. "Hehe," I grinned foolishly. Mom rolled over, pulled her underwear down halfway, and wiggled her hips, gesturing for me to enter. I touched her—wow, she was overflowing! With a thrust, I found my little nest. My uncle was asleep beside me; even though he'd taken sleeping pills, I didn't dare move too much. Soon I realized it was too hot, I was covered in sweat. I had Mom lie down on the edge of the bed, and I lifted my legs, adopting the same position as the first time I drugged her—a completely different experience. The two different sensations made me feel very proud. I whispered in Mom's ear, "Mom, you know, the first time I made love with you, it was this position. You slept so soundly, letting me do whatever I wanted." "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. What woman can sleep when someone's inside her? Actually, I woke up halfway through... mmm, mmm..." Ah! It turned out Mom was awake at the time. Knowing this, my penis got even harder. I asked, "So you let me penetrate you on purpose? You're so lewd! Was it good the first time?" I also learned that if Mom spoke, she couldn't help but moan. "Um, um, I don't know. Ah. Ah. Gently." I deliberately thrust harder when Mom spoke, and sure enough, it was so. These two pieces of information amplified my lust. I felt a surge of contempt looking at my uncle sleeping next to me. I suddenly picked up Mom and made her stand next to my uncle. "What are you doing?" "Mom, you stand on top of him. He took the medicine and won't wake up." Mom resisted a little, but she couldn't resist my insistence and did as I said. She stood on my uncle's waist, bent over, and held onto the headboard with both hands. I stood behind her, holding her waist and thrusting hard. It made a squelching sound. After a few dozen thrusts, I couldn't hold back anymore. I hugged Mom's waist and thrust hard against his buttocks, and ejaculated. "Oh no, we didn't use a condom!" Mom panicked. Haha, I forgot! I was so focused on my uncle that I forgot to bring a condom, and I guess my mom did too. But it was so good! It was the best I've ever had inside her in the limited number of times I've had sex. And there was an audience member below. The next day, my mom was going to the mall to buy clothes, but my uncle said he was tired and wanted to rest, so I had to go with her. I hadn't found out I couldn't drive yet, so we had to take the bus (taxis are incredibly scarce here, almost impossible to get one). Actually, I took the bus intentionally because I read online that having sex on a bus is amazing, and I wanted to try it too. But when I actually had the chance, I realized it was completely impossible. Even though it was crowded, it was impossible to have sex on the bus. Anyone sitting down would see us immediately, and the smell of vaginal fluid would be hard to dissipate. So, I just rubbed against my mom on the bus, making her face flush. People probably thought we were in a relationship. Today, my mom was wearing black stockings and a business suit. She looked like a young white-collar worker, very alluring. I dressed more maturely; we'd both planned it so people would think we were a couple, not mother and son. Entering the mall, the word "magnificent" wouldn't be an exaggeration; an ordinary person walking inside would definitely feel ashamed. It was almost noon, and the mall was already crowded. My mother saw a pair of pants she liked and wanted to try them on. At that moment, she said to me, "Honey, come in and help me with my clothes; they're hard to take off." Of course, I knew what my mother was up to. I followed her in amidst the surprised looks of the sales staff. Because of the large crowd, the sales staff, seeing us changing, went to attend to other customers. As soon as my mother came in, she prepared to take off her skirt, and I immediately stopped her. "Don't take it off," I said, putting on a condom, pushing my mother's skirt up to her waist, and pulling her black stockings down to her buttocks. I was ready to mount her. "What are you doing!" "You let me in, didn't you?" "I asked you to help me get my clothes, okay?" "Then call me husband, it's making me itchy." Mom had nothing to say, so she just leaned against the door and stuck out her buttocks. She snorted coldly! From slow thrusting to intense response, the crowd outside was like a surging tide. It gave me great satisfaction in my mind and spirit. During this time, people kept knocking on the door to ask if anyone was home. Mom couldn't make a sound, because if she spoke, she would moan. So I had to answer. The customers outside were very strange, how come there was a man in the women's dressing room? Inside, Mom and I were having a flood of lovemaking. Mom, who was 169 cm tall, had very long and beautiful legs, wearing black stockings that I couldn't get enough of. I thrust while groping her beautiful legs. But Mom had too much love juice, which flowed a lot onto the stockings, so I had no choice but to take them off. I threw the stockings aside and held one of Mom's legs, sucking and licking her calf while gently stirring. At this moment, Mom...One leg was supported by me, the other was upright. Because of the overflowing love fluid, there were three or four streaks of fluid on her upright leg, one of which was already dried, the fluid running down to her heel. After my frenzied thrusting, Mom came out with my clothes. Seeing the sales clerk's ambiguous expression, Mom and I lowered our heads, paid, and ran away. "Oh, how embarrassing! They definitely knew we were having sex in the changing room." "Yeah, but they definitely don't know it was your son and your mother having sex in the changing room," I laughed. Mom punched me angrily.

Back home, my uncle was sitting on the sofa watching TV, right where my mom and I used to make love. I gave my mom a suggestive look, and she gave me a sideways glance, her eyes practically overflowing with affection. "I'm going to play some cards," my mom grumbled, because the computer was basically my personal property, and she had to be the first to get access. I was bored sitting in the room, and a stimulating image popped into my head. I sneaked into the study and walked up behind my mom. "Mom, stand up," I whispered. "What are you doing?" The two of us acted like thieves. "Take your pants off, quick." "Ah, are you kidding me? Your uncle's outside, and we just did it once today! It's not good for your health!" "It's okay, Mom, I've already put on a condom, look." My mom turned around. Sure enough, the veins on my penis were bulging, and the condom was gleaming. "Oh, nonsense," my mom stood up, pulled down her pants, and turned up the volume on the card game. "You play yours, I'll play mine," I whispered lewdly. "You little rascal." Sure enough, Mom started playing. She played cards while I watched, thrusting into her from behind. I thrust quickly each time she played a card, because the music from the computer masked her moans. She played only a few rounds before I ejaculated, probably because it was too exciting. My uncle said from the living room, "Keep it down, the upstairs neighbors will be coming down to find you soon." Mom and I exchanged a smile and turned off the stereo. A few days later, my driver's license arrived in the mail. I'd been practicing driving at home for the past few days, so I had less time to make love with Mom. That night, Mom didn't come home until late after playing mahjong, and I volunteered to drive to pick her up. After two days of practice, I wasn't too rusty. When I arrived at the building where Mom was playing mahjong, it was already past 10 pm. After waiting a while, I saw Mom coming down with two elderly women. Although they were all about the same age, Mom looked so out of place with them; she was so young and alluring. The aunt next to me saw me waiting downstairs and joked, "No wonder you look so young, having such a good son saves you so much worry." I thought to myself, "Your son fucks you every night, and you look radiant too." After exchanging a few pleasantries, I took my mother home. Actually, my mother didn't trust my driving skills and held onto the door handle the whole way. I found it amusing and deliberately slammed on the brakes, making her face turn pale. "Are you trying to kill yourself? Be careful," I said casually. "Mom, it's been several days." "What do you mean, several days?" My mother asked, puzzled. "It's been several days since we made love, and I'm thinking about it." "You little rascal, did you use a condom?" My mother rolled her eyes at me. "Yes, hehe," I said triumphantly. "Let's find a hotel." "What hotel? There's a grove of trees over there." "Are you a savage, going to do it in the woods?" My mother scolded me. By then, we had driven to the vicinity of the grove of trees. I stopped the car and couldn't wait to kiss my mother, and she responded. I touched her favorite spot with my hand, then quickly slipped my hand through her pants and explored inside. Although I've been having sex with my mother for almost a year, I still get very aroused every time we do it. I pulled the seat back and pulled my mother towards me, taking out my penis. "Where's the condom? Put it on." I took it out of my pocket and gave it to her. She glanced at me, then put the condom to her mouth and put it on for me with her mouth. Ah, so comfortable. I thought my mother would lick it for me, but she just gently kissed the head of my penis and sat down. When people outside saw our car, it must have been swaying because my mother was moving up and down a lot. She probably missed me too much these past few days, and her movements were quite exaggerated. I enjoyed it and lay on the car seat, enjoying myself. I watched my mother's labia dripping with her juices as she moved up and down. Soon, my lower abdomen was wet. My mother is definitely the wettest; every time we do it, the sheets are soaked, and both of our legs are covered in her love juices. Because of the vigorous movements and the cramped space inside the car, the condom slipped off quickly, revealing it was full of Mom's vaginal fluid. Mom panicked, wondering what to do. Halfway through, seeing Mom's hesitation, I didn't hesitate. I pulled off the condom and thrust upwards, hitting her clitoris squarely. Mom thought about it and didn't seem to care anymore. The squelching sounds of her vaginal fluids filled the car, carrying a slightly fishy smell. Wearing a condom felt different from not wearing one; the feeling of skin-to-skin contact with Mom was undoubtedly the most pleasurable. I opened the car door and thrust into Mom directly, walking into the woods. I placed her on a large rock; the woods were very dark then. Only the moonlight revealed a blurry shadow, which made the tactile stimulation even more intense. This time, for some reason, Mom also groaned loudly. Every time I pulled out, she let out a soft moan; every time I thrust in, she let out a loud "uh." My mother lay there on the rock, and I gripped her shoulders with my hands to ensure I could penetrate her fully. This was undoubtedly the most uninhibited my mother had ever been; her moans echoed throughout the forest, and she would murmur softly as cars passed by. I ejaculated all my semen inside her, and she said seductively, "Husband, I want more, want to do it again?" This was the second time my mother had called me "husband," and I was incredibly excited, my penis erect and pointing at her. Because of the abundant lubrication from her vagina, I suddenly wanted to have anal sex with her. I gently poked her anus with my finger, and her little anus shyly shrank back. I asked, "Mom, is this okay?" "It's dirty, let's do it later. After we clean it up," my mother pleaded with her lover. "Just today, I'm not afraid, Mom, it's all clean." I used my hand to pull out the semen and vaginal fluid from Mom's body; they flowed automatically onto her anus. Mom still seemed unwilling, dodging left and right. I gently stroked Mom's little feet with one hand, and with the other, I brought her foot to my mouth and sucked on it. I pushed my lower body forward little by little, and Mom seemed to groan in pain. When it was fully inserted, Mom cried out loudly, "Ah ah," seemingly both in pain and pleasure. But I had a completely different feeling. Mom's rectum enveloped me very tightly, and every time she convulsed in pain, I felt a surge of pleasure that made me want to ejaculate. Normally, Mom's vagina is very short, and my penis cannot be fully inserted. But inserting it into Mom's anus gave me a new discovery—the feeling of being fully inserted, and that wriggling sensation—it was a whole new world!

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