I love my mom (Simplified Chinese)

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0. Introduction

I never imagined this would happen, but it did,

and it immensely.

Perhaps because my family is quite traditional, the adults were extremely conservative in their handling of relationships between men and women. My family is

small. My dad is a civil servant, with low pay and little work, and he lives close to home. My mom is a housekeeper; in her spare time, she goes to a nearby garment factory to collect

unfinished garments and trim loose threads, earning a piece-rate wage. So, I didn't have much time to play as a child; I often had to

help trim threads at home to supplement the family income. Therefore, our family wasn't wealthy, but we weren't starving either.

I'm the second oldest, with an older sister and a younger sister. My mom said she originally wanted to have a

son , but after ten months of pregnancy, a girl appeared. Well, since she was already born, she couldn't just put her

back, so she raised her with some care and some neglect. Therefore, my younger sister was somewhat neglected from a young age and wasn't well cared for,

and even now, she still feels a bit resentful. When she was about to graduate from junior high, she still looked like an elementary school girl.

At that time, my mom was very worried about how she would manage and how she would ever get married. However, it

turned out that Mom's worries were unfounded. My younger sister made rapid progress in her first year of nursing school. I'm not talking about her grades, but rather that

her face became more delicate, her figure became more womanly—at least the right curves were there—and her skin became smooth and delicate,

unlike the dry and dark skin she had as a child.

I don't know if this was my doing; when I asked her, she just laughed and playfully punched me—but that's another story.

The only downside was that she was still quite short, supposedly 150 centimeters, but everyone knew that 150 was an unconditionally

rounded-up number…

As for my older sister, I feel guilty when I talk about her. Many things aren't absolutely right or wrong; perhaps

with the passage of time, right and wrong change.

Unlike my younger sister, my older sister is much taller. Not in the sense of being physically imposing or tall and strong. Rather, there's a stark contrast

compared . My older sister is about the same height as me, close to 170 centimeters (I seem quite short in comparison

), with an average build and average looks, not as pretty as my younger sister.

What's special about my sister is that she has a very beautiful buttock, round and perky. I don't know what people's aesthetic standards for buttocks are

, but I find them very attractive. Heaven was fair to both my sister and younger sister, showing no favoritism.

As for me, I'm neither tall nor handsome, of average talent, clumsy with words, and have no outstanding qualities. However

, God has been quite kind to me. But that's a story for another time.

1. Childhood Memories

I don't know what it means for a boy to be precocious or late-blooming, but when I was in elementary school or lower grades,

I was very interested in the opposite sex's body. It was just curiosity, without any lustful thoughts or excitement.

At that time, there were only two bedrooms in our house. One was my parents' large bedroom, where my younger sister slept with them.

The other small bedroom was for my sister and me. Perhaps my parents thought we were still young and there wouldn't be any problems,

so they let my sister and I sleep together. Later I realized that I (around third grade, my sister was

three years ) wasn't a little kid anymore, and my sister was even more grown up.

Modern people probably don't sew their own underwear! Everything was bought ready-made, the same for both boys and girls,

Wacoal , Yiershuang… But when I was little, everything at home was “homemade.” My mom had a sewing machine, not

the electric kind we have now, but a foot-operated one, with no fancy stitching, just a very simple design.

From curtains and tablecloths to handkerchiefs and underwear, everything in the house was made by my mom’s skillful hands. Since it was homemade, it

was inevitably simple and crude, nothing luxurious, just something wearable.

There’s not much to say about the curtains and tablecloths, but the underwear is a different story. Thinking about it now, it’s quite funny.

The underwear had no elastic band, it was loose, and the waistband was held together by a strap. So it was easy to

take off the pants , just pull the strap and the pants would fall down. It was very crude, but it made things very convenient for me, whether

it was my own or theirs…

That’s how my incestuous history began, with not enough underwear in the bedroom and the loose underwear. At first, it was

out of curiosity , curiosity about the opposite sex’s body. I don't remember when it started, but I found that my

sister, who slept with me every night, could satisfy my curiosity, especially in the summer. Because we wore very little clothing in the summer, and with

the breeze from the fan (we couldn't afford air conditioning), I noticed her loose underwear swaying in the wind. I discovered this

one night when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and returned to bed.

In the dim light, her genitals were vaguely visible. I knelt down beside her thighs and stared for a long time,

not daring to touch her, just watching. I watched until I felt sleepy, then lay back down and went back to sleep.

This was the first time I saw her genitals, and nothing happened. Actually, saying it was the first time isn't quite right, because I always bathed with my sister when

I was very young , but I didn't feel anything then and have no

memory of it. From then on, I often deliberately stayed awake at night, waiting for her to fall asleep,

then at her genitals and peeked. Unexpectedly, I became addicted to it, and going to bed became the most anticipated

part of my day. Perhaps some of the perverse incestuous behaviors that followed were formed during this period. I

watched every day, but never actually did anything. I don't know how long I watched, but gradually the weather got colder

because winter arrived. Of course, winter coming wasn't a big deal, but the problem was that we had to wear more and more clothes.

My sister, who used to sleep in skirts (we were poor and didn't have the habit of wearing pajamas; whatever she wore

during the day, she would wear to bed), started wearing long pants to bed.

This was terrible because I could no longer peek, but I was addicted to watching. Of course, not watching wouldn't

kill me , but I would crave it and then have trouble sleeping. After a few days, I couldn't resist anymore; I really wanted to see my sister's

genitals. So I decided to take action and pull down my sister's long pants so I could see again, I

thought at the time. On the surface, this decision seemed to be just to satisfy my curiosity, but many things started from

there .

That night, after my sister fell asleep, I began my actions. Most of the pants we kids wear are

made by my mom, but this one has an elastic waistband. Since it's worn on the outside, it can't look too shabby. The elastic waistband makes it a bit

harder to pull down, but I still carefully and very slowly pulled down my sister's pants.

After pulling them down (to her thighs), I realized she was wearing underwear underneath. Her legs were closed (

because of the elastic waistband), and there was no fan to cool them. What to do? I had no choice but to go all in and pull down my sister's...

I took off her underwear as well. The underwear was easy to take off; I pulled the strap, and it came off completely, then it was

easy to pull it down, except for her buttocks.

But I still couldn't see anything because her legs were still closed. I didn't dare pull it down any further,

because to open her legs I'd have to take the entire pair of pants off, which I dared not do. But this

was good enough, because I hadn't seen her genitals for many days. Even though only a tiny bit of her cleft was visible,

I was satisfied.

This time, I didn't just look; since I was already willing to take her off, I might as well touch her. So I gently touched

her genitals, then slowly covered the clitoris with my palm and gently touched it. Soft, delicate, and

warm . At the time, I didn't feel anything; I just knew I touched it. Actually, I was

n't sure why I touched it; I just wanted to, but after touching it, I didn't feel anything.

I was only in third grade then, so of course I didn't feel anything, because at that time I didn't even have the most basic urges

or sexual desires; it was just out of curiosity. After that incident, I rarely took off my sister's pants again, because after

finally managing to get them off, I didn't know what to do. Besides touching her, there didn't seem to be much to touch.

Then I'd have to go through the trouble of putting her pants back on, and after all that, I still didn't know what I was doing.

Winter passed quickly like that; my curiosity hadn't disappeared, but I just didn't want the hassle. I

didn't know if my sister knew I was secretly taking off her pants, but I figured she probably didn't, since she hadn't

suddenly woken up.

Not long after the Lunar New Year, something finally happened. One night, Mom said my sister

would sleep , and Mom would sleep with me instead. I was shocked. I wondered if my sister already knew I was going to secretly take off her pants

and had told Mom, which was why Mom wouldn't let me continue sleeping with her.

But Mom didn't say anything, and of course, I didn't dare ask. I just found it strange; if my sister had told Mom,

why wasn't Dad sleeping with me, but Mom?

So, I started sleeping with Mom. During this time, I naturally learned my lesson; no matter how curious or bold I was, I

never dared to take off Mom's pants. Two years passed peacefully like this. But people always grow up, and they're often

led astray by their classmates. As the weather got hotter, people wore less and less clothing, and then some accidents happened.

2. Mom's Body

Finally, summer arrived. This summer was no different from previous years; it was just as hot,

almost .

Yes, things finally got out of control.

I think Mom still thought I was just a child at this point, and she probably thought I would never do anything to

her mother! I was in sixth grade by then. Of course, getting older has nothing to do with becoming evil,

but some classmates at school could get their hands on some small books (now called adult books). We passed them around, and

sometimes we would tear a book apart page by page and take turns reading it. After reading the first page, we would start looking for the second

page. And so on. Some people just didn't care about the order; they would just read whichever page they got and then

connect the plot in their minds. Those adult books were much better than the ones now; they had plots, unlike the adult

books now that have no plot and the male and female protagonists just do it from beginning to end.

Around this time, my penis started to get erections, and I started masturbating, though I

don't . I don't think this counts as precocious; many of my classmates were like me. But my mom still treated

me like a child, unaware that this "child" was already quite wicked and lewd.

Sleeping with my mom every day always made me feel itchy inside. Sometimes, lying in bed, I would imagine

having sex with a certain girl (usually a TV or movie star) while gently masturbating. But this wasn't satisfying

because I was afraid of waking my mom, so sometimes I would simply go to the bathroom to masturbate, and then come back to sleep.

Gradually, I don't know how, the woman I fantasized about having sex with while masturbating started to be my mom's face—in other words,

I fantasized about having sex with my mom. Looking back now, it seems unbelievable, but at the time, it didn't seem like anything,

it felt natural, without any guilt (I still don't feel that way now; I think I'm probably quite perverted). And the frequency of these fantasies

increased until eventually, I only fantasized about having sex with my mom.

Every night, I would lie next to my mom like this, masturbating and fantasizing, but I never had any other thoughts. But as

the days went by, I started to think about doing things, at least I wanted to see my mother's body.

One night, I decided to see if my mother, like my sister, could be seen in her private parts. I pretended to be asleep as soon as I

got , and soon my mother got into bed too. After some time, I thought my mother must be fast asleep. So I

rolled over with a big movement, deliberately touching my mother, and then observed her reaction.

My mother didn't move at all, so I thought she was fast asleep. I adjusted the angle of the electric fan and my own

line of sight, and waited to see. The wind blew open my mother's skirt, and I could see her thighs and underwear

, but I couldn't see anything else because my mother's legs weren't spread very wide.

I didn't dare to move my mother's legs, so I just waited quietly to see if she would change her position. After waiting for a long time, she finally

moved, but she rolled over and lay on her side, and now I couldn't see anything. I was so tired of waiting that I went to sleep.

The next night, I got my chance, and it didn't take long. My mother lay wide open in bed and remained asleep until

she was fast asleep . The wind blew, just like my sister's, blowing open her panties and revealing my mother's genitals. Because I could only

see in from the side, all I could see was a dark patch of pubic hair. But that was enough to excite me, because

my older sister's genitals were hairless.

From then on, my nightly routine became peeking at my mother's genitals, just like I always did with my sister.

Until one day, things were a little different.

That day, as usual, I pretended to be asleep, but my mother went to bed very late. I waited a long time, almost falling asleep myself

. Finally, my mother got into bed, lay down, and pulled a thin blanket over herself. I felt something was strange. After she

fell asleep I got up and looked at her. I didn't understand why she was covered by the blanket today.

But I still waited to see if she would kick it off. Luckily, perhaps because the weather was really too hot,

my mother kicked off the blanket soon after, spreading her legs wide. I was stunned. My mother wasn't wearing underwear.

Her entire genitals were completely exposed before me.

My heart started racing, and my mind went blank. I stared wide-eyed for a long time, because this time I saw...

I saw not only pubic hair, but also things I hadn't seen before. Her labia majora and minora, I could almost see her anus. I

looked very closely because it was a rare opportunity; Mom doesn't go without underwear every day.

As I looked, I couldn't resist reaching out and touching her thigh, but she didn't react. So I became

bolder and continued touching her genitals, stopping there. I kept stroking that area, feeling very

excited ; my penis got hard.

3. First Contact

From then on, whenever no one was home, I liked to snuggle into Mom's arms, ostensibly to be affectionate, but actually to take advantage of her

. Of course, Mom knew what I was doing, but she didn't mind. Perhaps she treated me like a child,

or perhaps she spoiled me and couldn't bear to refuse my behavior. But the latter was more likely, because I didn't just snuggle in Mom's

arms; I actually groped her all over. If it was the former, Mom was wrong, because every time she touched me

, I would get an erection and become very excited, and every time after, I would go to the bathroom to masturbate.

With my mother's indulgence, I became increasingly bold, gradually daring to put my hand inside her clothes.

At first, I would touch her breasts through her bra or her genitals through her skirt and underwear.

However, I always tested her tolerance, so I never went too far at first. I

didn't directly touch her breasts; instead, I started from her stomach,

moving upwards if she didn't react.

The first time I put my hand inside, she immediately pushed it away and gently scolded me for doing something inappropriate.

But I never took her scolding to heart; I just wouldn't push my luck. I would try

again .

However, with only my mother and me at home, opportunities were few and far between. It was almost a year later before I started touching her genitals under

her skirt. At first, I only dared to touch her thighs, and the first time I did, she tapped me on the head,

warning me not to do anything reckless. Of course, I didn't give up so easily; I would try again when the opportunity arose.

I didn't understand why Mom spoiled me so much, and I knew that as long as I didn't go too far or push too hard, even if

I didn't succeed the first time, Mom would always give in the second, third time... By then, Mom probably wouldn't treat me like

a little kid ; I was almost in junior high, and even my legs were starting to grow hair.

The summer between sixth grade and first year of junior high progressed the fastest because my older sister and younger sister were at Grandma's house. During the day, it was just

Mom and me at home, along with some annoying neighbors. Of course, I didn't mind when these neighbors brought homemade steamed buns and

dumplings to our house every now and then, but most of the time they were just visiting. Each time they came,

they could stay for a morning or an afternoon, and Mom would chat with them while trimming loose threads. Of course, I would help

trim the threads, becoming the natural listener. Then we'd talk about this and that, the seven necessities of life—firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea—

that's all we talked about every day.

Because it was just Mom and me at home, I had many opportunities to be alone with her. I loved taking my afternoon nap every day

; I would always go to Mom's room and sleep with her. I always felt happy when I took a nap because

Mom would lie on the bed and let me touch her. She wouldn't care what I was doing; she would just sleep. But usually, Mom would let me

touch her to my heart's content before going to sleep.

Later, I became bolder and bolder, and I simply took off Mom's clothes. At first, Mom was reluctant,

and she would always push my hands away when I unbuttoned her clothes, but I continued to unbutton them. After a few times, Mom ignored me and let

me unbutton her top. After unbuttoning it, I spread the clothes open and saw Mom's bare upper body, and of course, her

bra. After touching her through the bra for a while, I felt unsatisfied, so I forced my hand inside the bra.

Mom still didn't react; she just lay there with her eyes closed. I thought that if I went too far, Mom would just scold me at most

, so I hardened my heart, pulled down the bra straps, and moved the cups aside,

exposing Mom's entire breasts. Mom still didn't react; I thought she had tacitly agreed. I gently stroked Mom's breasts,

while my other hand began to move downwards. I slowly moved my fingers down to Mom's lower abdomen, but she still didn't react. I was

surprised, but I didn't think much of it. I thought, since that's the case, I might as well undress her completely. So I slowly pulled up her skirt from

the hem , until it was completely flipped up. Without further ado, I pulled her underwear down

to her calves. Suddenly, Mom opened her eyes. I was startled, thinking she was angry and might explode.

But she just stared at me with her eyes open, without saying a word, her face expressionless. I froze,

not knowing what to do. I was afraid to continue undressing her if she really got angry, but I felt bad about backing down.

We just stared at each other for several minutes, or maybe longer, I don't know, still unsure what to do

. Then Mom closed her eyes again. I don't know why, but she didn't seem angry.

So I continued, pulling her underwear down to her calves. Now Mom

was completely naked from the waist down. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her pubic hair was thick.

I reached out and touched Mom's thigh, and she flinched. I continued to touch upwards and inwards, touching

the inside , all the way to the groin. By then, my hand was already on her genitals. My heart was pounding; I

was both excited and afraid that Mom would suddenly get angry and throw a tantrum.

I didn't know how much tolerance Mom could endure, but I wanted to take off all the remaining clothes on her body.

The skirt had an elastic band, so it was easy to take off. But I didn't know how to get the bra off; I pulled and tugged at it but couldn't get it

off . Since I couldn't take it off, I decided not to take it off at all. At this moment, I was so excited; my penis was fully erect.

I took off my own clothes and then pressed myself against Mom. I felt her soft, warm body; it felt so comfortable.

I hugged Mom tightly and rested my head on her shoulder. Then Mom opened her eyes again, and this time her expression

seemed quite surprised. She then pushed me away from her body. I lay on my side next to Mom, a little

nervous, thinking that Mom was probably angry.

Mom lay on her side, head turned to the side, watching me. I felt a little guilty under her gaze, unsure of what she would say next.

But then, Mom slowly moved her gaze downwards, and I realized she was looking at my genitals. Despite my nervousness, my penis

remained hard and erect. Then Mom spoke, asking when my penis started getting bigger.

I said it started in sixth grade. Mom looked at me and said she hadn't realized I'd grown so much. I didn't know if she meant

I'd grown up or was referring to my penis.

Mom looked at me again and asked if I knew anything about relationships between men and women. Subconsciously, I felt she was asking me about men...

It was about women, so I told my mom what I knew, even about the porn I was reading in class. Mom asked

what the porn was about, and I gave her a rough summary of the plot.

We ended up talking naked for over ten minutes. Then Mom suddenly asked what

I was trying to do, since I'd just taken off both her clothes and mine. I blurted out that I

wanted to have sex with her. Mom was stunned for a moment, then asked why I had such thoughts. I

told her about fantasizing about having sex with her while masturbating. Mom asked when I'd learned to masturbate, and I said sixth grade.

I forget what we talked about after that, but I remember Mom smiling, closing her eyes, and then I excitedly rolled over and pinned

her down, my penis pressing against her mons pubis. I kept thrusting up and down until I ejaculated.

After ejaculating, I was still holding Mom, but she seemed to know I'd ejaculated and pushed me off. I

looked down and saw both our lower abdomens were covered in semen. Mom said she was going to take a shower, grabbed her clothes, and went out. I

lay on the bed, feeling sleepy because I had just ejaculated. After some time, Mom came back in, already dressed.

She shook me awake and told me to take a shower and then go back to sleep. I was sleepy, but I went anyway, because my lower abdomen felt sticky

and uncomfortable. After showering and getting dressed, I went back to Mom's room. She wasn't asleep yet and told me to go to sleep quickly, as she had

some loose threads to trim in the afternoon.

That's how I had my first intimate encounter with Mom. Although it wasn't actual sex, I

felt , physically close. And afterwards, Mom's tolerance for me increased significantly.

4. Going to the next level

That night, I went to bed first. Mom usually went to bed after everyone else had gone to sleep.

I was almost asleep when Mom came in, but I stayed awake because I wanted to be intimate with her. When Mom came in, I pretended to be asleep with my eyes

closed . Mom thought I was asleep, climbed onto the bed, and kissed me on the cheek.

I don't think Mom ever kissed me like that before. Maybe she did it when I was very young, but I don't remember it

. I was quite surprised, so I opened my eyes and kissed her back. I originally meant to kiss her cheek, but I ended up kissing

her lips.

This time, Mom was startled, and so was I. Not only was I startled, but I also felt something

indescribable . I really wanted to kiss Mom again, a real kiss. Mom paused for a moment, then didn't say anything

and lay down to sleep. After Mom was settled, I rolled over and hugged her, then pressed my lips to hers

.

At that time, I had no experience with kissing; I had only seen it on TV and in movies, and I didn't know what a French

kiss was. I hugged Mom tightly and kissed her again and again. At first, Mom struggled a little, but I held her tightly, and she

stopped struggling.

I kept kissing her until I was satisfied, and then I realized that Mom was also holding me tightly. I

let Mom hold me like that and drifted off to sleep. I slept very soundly and

woke up . After waking up, I lay back down, my mind slowly clearing, but I also noticed my penis was hard and

erect.

Out of habit, I pulled down my pants and started masturbating. While masturbating, I suddenly remembered

what had happened yesterday. I thought, "Mom's sleeping right next to me, why am I doing this?" So I took off my own clothes first, then started

undressing Mom. Before I finished, Mom woke up. She was startled to see me undressing her, but didn't say

anything or resist. So I continued.

Then I encountered the same problem: I couldn't get Mom's bra off. Seeing my frantic attempts, Mom smiled

, got up, and took it off herself. That's when I realized the bra clasp was in the back—no wonder I

could n't get it off.

After taking off her bra, Mom lay back down, now completely naked. I was so excited! I immediately rolled over and

pinned Mom down, hugging her. Mom wrapped her arms around me too. I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly; I wanted to savor

the feeling of skin-to-skin contact. This time it lasted longer, and I ejaculated, leaving my mom and me covered in

semen .

This went on for over ten days, with my mom and I embracing naked every night until I ejaculated.

Sometimes on holidays, when it was just my mom and me during the day, if I wanted to, I would pull her into the bedroom. Until my mom had her period

. That night, she didn't want me to take off her clothes or hug her. At that time, I didn't know much about menstruation, only

that women bleed during this time.

The first time my mom had her period, I took off my clothes before bed as usual, then tried to take off my mom's.

But she pushed my hands away, telling me not to, and explained that she had her period, and briefly explained what menstruation was.

Actually I didn't understand much, but since my mom was bleeding, I didn't dare do anything.

However, the problem remained: I was still sexually aroused. I sat on the bed, holding my erect penis, and asked my mom

what do. My mom laughed and said to masturbate. She also said she had never seen me masturbate before, so it would be a good opportunity for her to see.

So I sat on the bed and started masturbating. While I was masturbating, I kept looking at my mom, who was staring intently at my

penis.

I started masturbating faster and faster, until my hand ached, but I just couldn't finish. I guess I wasn't used to having someone watching me.

Eventually , I couldn't take it anymore; my hand was too sore, so I had to stop and rest. My mom noticed I had stopped and asked what was

wrong. I told her my hand was sore. She seemed to find that funny and kept laughing.

Then I suddenly remembered the blowjob in that book, so I told my mom I wanted her to give me one. My mom was a little

surprised. She said she had heard about it, but she had never done it herself. I asked her to do it, but she refused. I asked

if she thought it was dirty, and she said she was embarrassed. She felt it

was very awkward for a mother to suck her son's penis.

So I compromised and asked her to give me a handjob. My mom paused for a moment, then nodded and said okay. I lay down

, and then my mom sat next to my waist, holding my penis and starting to masturbate. It's much better than when I masturbate myself;

it feels so much more comfortable. However, sometimes it hurts a little if the angle is wrong. When it hurts, I tell my mom, and gradually

she gets into a rhythm. It feels really good. My mom keeps asking me if I'm going too slowly or too fast, and that

I should tell her if I'm going too slowly or too fast. I told her to slow down because I don't want to ejaculate too quickly. So my mom slowed down, and I

watched her quietly enjoying it. While she was masturbating, my mom told me that my penis is very big. I don't know exactly what constitutes a "big" penis.

Da didn't answer. Mom asked me again if I felt comfortable, and I said I felt really comfortable. Indeed, I felt very comfortable,

much more comfortable than masturbating myself.

Gradually, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I asked Mom to masturbate faster. So Mom sped up, moving up and down continuously

, and soon I ejaculated, and a lot of it. Mom's clothes and my face were sprayed, and

the hand that was masturbating me was also covered in it.

Mom took a tissue to wipe me, then wiped herself, and then got up to clean up in the bathroom.

I lay on the bed, and I fell asleep before Mom came back.

So, usually, Mom and I would hug each other naked, and I would rub my penis against Mom's thighs or turn Mom over so she

was lying on her stomach, rubbing against her buttocks until I ejaculated. When she had her period, Mom would masturbate me. Although

I always asked Mom to give me a blowjob when she had her period, she always refused. But I never gave Mom oral sex,

even though I kissed almost every part of her body.

When Mom was in the mood, she would kiss me from head to toe, but she would always skip over my penis. My kissing with Mom has gradually

improved. At first, she kept her lips tightly closed, only letting me kiss her lips. But slowly, she opened up, not only

opening her lips but also teaching me the French kiss, which involves putting your tongue into her mouth. I really enjoy this kind of

kissing , and whenever I have a chance to be alone with Mom, I always hold her and kiss her for a long time.

So no matter when, as long as it's just the two of us at home, I quickly get intimate with Mom.

Whether she's cooking or mopping the floor, we can get intimate. We even

get intimate when there are other people at home and they're not looking. Mom likes to help me masturbate, not because she doesn't like me

ejaculating , but because she likes holding my penis and feeling its thick, hot shape.

Actually, it's not just me releasing my sexual desire on Mom; sometimes Mom also reaches orgasm because of my kisses and caresses

. Mom likes me to kiss her breasts and caress her genitals. Mom's genitals get wet very easily; sometimes she

gets wet just from kissing, even before I've touched her. But not as wet as described in adult books,

just her genital area gets wet.

If it happened a few days before her period, and I kissed and caressed her long enough, Mom would have an orgasm. During this time,

I also asked Mom to have real sex, but she refused. At most, she would let my penis rub against her vulva.

Several times I tried to force it in, but Mom always stopped me. She also wouldn't allow me to

ejaculate on or around her genitals; at the time, I thought she probably thought it was dirty. Later, I finally understood why: Mom wasn't using contraception

and was afraid of getting pregnant.

Several times I asked Mom to give me oral sex, but she always refused. I asked her what I would do for her to agree, and she always said

later . Who knows when "later" meant? Finally, I decided to give Mom oral sex first. One night, after Mom

took a shower and went to bed, we did what we always did: laughing and joking, playing and undressing each other

until we were naked. After we were naked, I had Mom lie down and started caressing and kissing her.

I kissed my way down her face, and Mom let out soft moans. After kissing her lower abdomen, I

spread . Her vaginal fluids were already flowing out. Without thinking, I started licking her genitals. My first sensation

was a salty, slippery feeling. At that time, I didn't know anything about labia majora and minora, or clitoris; I just licked her entire

vulva . Mom was startled by my sudden action, but then she started moaning.

Her moans were louder and more rapid than usual. I knew she must be enjoying it, so I intensified my licking

. Soon, Mom had an intense orgasm, her whole body trembling. After the orgasm,

she just lay there, seemingly exhausted. I took a tissue and wiped her genitals; there was so much

fluid entire vulva was smeared.

Since she wasn't moving, I lay beside her and waited for her to regain consciousness. After some time, Mom turned to look at me,

and I looked back at her. I asked her how it felt, and she nodded, blushing. She asked where I learned that from pornographic

books, and I said I learned it from them. Mom asked again why I thought of giving her oral sex, and I said it would make her feel good. Mom was very touched and

hugged me tightly. I felt a little guilty because I had ulterior motives, but it was true that Mom felt good.

Seeing Mom like this, I was too embarrassed to bring up the topic of oral sex, otherwise Mom would definitely think that I had ulterior

motives and that I was only giving her oral sex for her pleasure. Mom hugged and kissed me, and then reached down and took

my penis and put it on. Actually, I was hoping that Mom would give me oral sex willingly, but she didn't. She just kept kissing and

putting it on, and my unworthy little brother was made to ejaculate by Mom.

Later, I often gave Mom oral sex, but I never asked her to give me oral sex, and Mom never offered to.

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