[Mom's pajamas smell so good]

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My Mother's Pajamas Smell So Good
Author: Unknown
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When I was little, I lived in a large compound. There was a big boy in the compound, whom we kids called Brother
Qiang . He was about sixteen or seventeen years old at the time. His father lived in Shenzhen, so he lived with his mother. In my memory, his mother
was quite attractive and looked younger than other women her age. They were both kind, but they didn't
like to interact with the neighbors much—which was considered strange at the time. The mother and son were very close; you could often see
them going out hand in hand. Nobody seemed to think anything of it.

One night, after everyone had gone to sleep, a commotion broke out at Brother Qiang's house. When everyone got up, they saw Brother
Qiang's father chasing him out the door with a kitchen knife, while Brother Qiang was only wearing his underwear. Everyone quickly
separated . After some persuasion, Aunt Yun came out crying. Her hair was a little messy,
and her clothes looked like they had been put on in a hurry.

Everyone tried to comfort the family while also asking what had happened. Qiang Ge just kept his head down and remained silent
, Aunt Yun just cried, and Qiang Ge's father kept cursing him as a beast, saying he wanted to kill Qiang Ge. No one
in the family would say what had happened. Soon after, the neighborhood committee arrived, and later the police arrived, and people gradually
dispersed.

A few days later, someone got the truth out of the neighborhood committee director, and it slowly spread: it turned out that
Qiang Ge and his mother were having an affair, and that day Qiang Ge's father was taking a ride home when he was caught. This incident
was a huge blow to Qiang Ge and his mother. Aunt Yun seemed to have aged a lot, always walking with her head down, and Qiang Ge always avoided people,
acting nervously , as if someone would beat him up. Qiang Ge's father seemed to have forgiven them later,
and about a year later, he moved them to Shenzhen. Later, our family also moved away from that compound. Those who
lived in that compound with me probably remember that incident, but they certainly wouldn't guess who I am.

Qiang's affair caused quite a stir in the compound. Everyone loved to talk about "the family under the grape trellis" during their leisure time

(because Qiang's family grew grapes, and they were the only ones in the entire compound who did). I was still young then,
only vaguely understanding matters between men and women, and the adults always acted mysteriously, constantly chasing me away when they discussed it.
I hated this. Later, seeing people talking about it so much, I felt quite disgusted, thinking they were being nosy, and I felt quite
sorry Qiang and his mother.

One day, I was taking a nap in my room while my mother and several women were chatting in the living room. As they talked, the topic turned to
"the family under the grape trellis," and somehow some of the younger women started teasing each other: "Be careful, your son might climb into your bed when
he grows up !" Just as they were getting into a heated argument, an older woman chimed in, laughing at my mother
, "You're so handsome, it's no wonder your son will climb into your bed when he grows up!"

The other women immediately echoed her, and a burst of laughter erupted. That old woman's joke seems etched in my
mind , unforgettable for life. After entering puberty, I often fantasized about having sex with my mother, but I
never had the chance—because the circumstances weren't right. As I grew older, I gradually suppressed my inappropriate feelings for my mother,
but I remained fascinated by incestuous relationships between mothers and sons.

In college, I heard of two cases of incest: One involved a police station chief who accidentally discovered his wife had
secretly had an abortion. Having undergone sterilization, he knew the child wasn't his. Under severe torture
, his wife initially confessed to being raped, but how could she hide it from her husband, who had investigated cases for years? Finally, forced by
circumstances, she revealed the truth—her son had raped her several times while he was away. Enraged, the chief found
his son and shot him dead. He later went to jail.

Another case involved a son committing adultery with his mother. When the father found out, he severely beat him, and the mother and son
dared not do it again. Later, the son got married, and the father became increasingly resentful. He even demanded that his son let his wife
sleep with him, and the son surprisingly agreed. However, the son couldn't persuade his wife. Later, he even helped
his father have sex with his wife.

I think there are many cases of incest between mothers and sons in the world, but few are known to the public. Especially those brief
mother-son relationships are even less known. After I grew up and stopped having inappropriate thoughts about my mother, I unexpectedly
had a brief, fleeting experience with her.

It happened shortly after I started working. One day, my mother suddenly took a day off to visit me.
I was surprised by her arrival, and later learned that she had come after arguing with my father. At that time, I lived in
a single dormitory, the kind where everyone has their own room. When my mother arrived, I had to give her my bed and sleep on the floor myself.

For the first two days, nothing happened, but gradually I became attracted to my mother.

My mother was in her early forties then, but she didn't look old and maintained a good figure. I hadn't
been with and was craving one. Spending every day with my mother, I found her increasingly beautiful and aroused.

She dressed casually around me, sometimes just turning away when she changed,
and was very affectionate. This wouldn't normally be a problem, but because of my guilty conscience, I felt like she was seducing me.

That night, I went to bed around 10 pm.

Soon after, my mother came into the room after showering. She was wearing a short-sleeved white floral nightgown, her freshly washed long hair
casually draped over her shoulders, making her look charming and delicate. Her long, white legs made my heart pound.
After entering the room, she sat on the edge of the bed, drying her hair, and comfortably placed her feet on my lap. Dizzy and confused, I
felt like she was teasing me. After hesitating for a while, I tentatively reached out and took her feet in my hands. She didn't try to pull away
, just continued drying her hair, letting me caress her soft feet.

At that moment, I was even more convinced that she was teasing me. Unable to contain my overwhelming joy, I secretly kissed
my mother's lovely, bare feet. After drying her hair, she ignored me and went to sleep. I was deeply disappointed, wondering if
I had been deluding myself. I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Later, my mother got up and asked why I couldn't sleep.

I mumbled something I didn't even know. Then she said that since I couldn't sleep, we should talk,
and she lay down beside me, gently holding my left hand against her cheek.

I stared at her, feeling her gaze was so gentle and alluring. My hope was rekindled, and I
became excited again. My mother and I first talked about her arguments with my father, listening to her complaints about him, and then
the topic turned to me—almost exactly as I had expected! My mother asked if I had a girlfriend, and I said no.

Hearing this, Mom playfully imitated a line from a song: "You don't have a girlfriend? Of course I don't believe it."

She then laughed happily. For some reason, I was convinced Mom was indeed flirting with me, and I decided to
confront her. After thinking for a moment, I had a plan. I first steered the conversation to some trivial things from my childhood, then
talked to Mom about the neighbors in our old compound. Finally, I mustered all my courage and asked Mom, trembling,
"Do you remember the family under the grape trellis? That family was really interesting."

Mom looked at me in surprise. She understood everything from my expression. She
stared at me for a while as if she didn't recognize me, then shook her head, seemingly angry but not really, and said softly, "It's late, go to sleep." She was about to
get up.

I realized I had been presumptuous, and I felt ashamed, guilty, and angry all at once. Without thinking, I pressed myself against Mom
. After pressing myself against her, I felt a little scared, but then I realized Mom wasn't really angry.
She was just both annoyed and amused by my impulsiveness—even though she was pretending to be angry. My mother's soft
body and her fragrant scent fueled my desire, and I held her tightly, begging her to let me have her way. At first, she was
adamant that I should let her go, but as I persisted, her tone softened, and her eyes filled with tenderness.

After a long period of hesitation, she finally whispered, "Just this once."

She didn't let me undress her completely, and we didn't engage in any passionate caresses or
kisses . After a quick foreplay, we each took off our pants. I was incredibly excited, but she remained
calm, lying there with her eyes closed, letting me do as I pleased… When I slowly inserted my penis into her warm, moist vagina, I felt like I
was dreaming ; I couldn't believe it was real. My head was spinning, filled with an indescribable mix of excitement and nervousness. I
thrust wildly, savoring every pleasurable sensation… Soon I reached orgasm, and as I ejaculated
the last drop of semen, my penis quickly shrank back, slipping out of her vagina with the slightest movement.

I sat up, feeling uneasy and somewhat lost. My mother seemed calmer. She
got up, dressed, and went to the bathroom. After she returned, we didn't talk anymore and silently went to bed.

I lay there for a long time, unable to fall asleep. Sometimes I felt incredibly sweet, and other times I felt guilty and ashamed of what I had done to
my mother . The old lady's words kept replaying in my mind: "You're so pretty, it
's no wonder your son will want to sleep with you when he grows up!"

I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Was this a self-fulfilling prophecy? Lost in these thoughts, I finally
drifted off . I think my mother didn't sleep well that night either. I went to work early the next morning.

I spent the day like a sleepwalker. When I returned to my dormitory that evening, I thought my mother had left
, but she was still there! She was chatting happily with a colleague who shared a room with me and had even invited him
to dinner.

During dinner, my mother continued to chat enthusiastically with that guy, but she didn't neglect me either, occasionally talking to me.

My mother was wearing a white short-sleeved pajama top with a blue floral print, her long hair casually tied back, exuding
the charm of a mature woman. My colleague seemed attracted to her as well; I noticed him stealing glances at her long, slender, white
legs, which made me very unhappy. But thankfully he was there, otherwise, it would have been incredibly
awkward .

However, during dinner, I gradually realized that my mother didn't seem to care much about what happened last night. She invited
that guy to dinner with us mainly for my sake—to avoid making me feel awkward—and her gaze towards me held a
tenderness I had never felt before. I breathed a sigh of relief, my guilt vanished, and
a sweet joy, like that of first love, welled up inside me. After dinner, I did housework with my mother, something I rarely do.

We didn't exchange many words, but the feeling was warm and cozy, like newlyweds. That night,
we naturally made love. My mother still wouldn't let me help her undress, was reluctant to kiss me, and especially wouldn't let
me kiss her private parts. But I still experienced immense satisfaction. For the next few days, my mother and I
made love . She gradually opened up, and when I could passionately kiss every part of her body—including her private parts
—we quickly became one.

On the day my mother left, we were both reluctant to part, but we didn't say anything. Watching her calmly pack her
things and leave, I felt like I had experienced another heartbreak. A little over a month later, I took leave to visit my family
and returned home. My parents were surprised that I went back then instead of during the Spring Festival, but they didn't ask much. To my
surprise, my mother treated me the same as before, whether there were other people around or not; it was as if nothing had ever happened between us
.

Later, I couldn't resist anymore. One time, when it was just the two of us in the living room, I suddenly hugged my mother. She quickly
pushed me away and left. After that, my mother would never be alone with me again. I felt very disappointed,
but I still couldn't give up. That evening, my mother went to a colleague's wedding alone. I felt my chance had come.

After dinner, I waited in a quiet spot on her way home. Around 7 o'clock, Mom
returned on her bicycle. There was no one around, and despite her objections, I dragged her to a secluded
corner . Mom scolded me in a low voice, and I held her tightly, begging for her forgiveness. Later, Mom stopped scolding me,
and her body softened. I hugged her and kissed her passionately. I was so excited that I even wanted to pull down Mom
's pants and have sex with her right there on the roadside. Mom was terrified; she resisted fiercely and refused.

Finally, I suggested going to a hotel. Mom still refused; she was afraid of police
checks and even more afraid of running into acquaintances. No matter how I tried to persuade her, it was no use. We just sat there, but I
was at a loss. I felt my whole body burning, a desire I had never felt before surged within me. At that moment, I even felt that
if I couldn't have sex with Mom that night, I would be consumed by lust. I frantically thought of one
solution , but to my dismay, I found none of them feasible. Just when I was about to despair, a thought suddenly struck me:
my mother 's workplace. It was a small workplace; no one worked or was on duty at night, and there weren't many people around—
it was indeed a good place.

I excitedly told my mother, but at first she still refused. Only after my persistent pleading did she
reluctantly agree.

My mother and I went back to her workplace and sneaked in, like thieves. My mother didn't turn on the lights; we felt our way in...
I made my way into her office. The office was brighter than the hallway because of the streetlights.

There were two desks in the office, one for my mother and one for another woman. Once inside, my mother
instinctively sat down at her desk. Perhaps due to nervousness and awkwardness, she seemed somewhat flustered.

At that moment, I didn't care about anything else; I stripped naked, then lifted my mother onto the desk
and started undressing her. My mother hesitated, not wanting to take her clothes off, so I told her
they . She thought for a moment and let me undress her.

I quickly kissed my mother's entire body, even kissing her feet and putting her toes in
my mouth . My mother giggled and pulled away; at this point, she wasn't so nervous anymore and gestured for me to hurry up and enter. I knew
she was eager to leave, so after a quick kiss on her genitals, I leaned forward and slowly inserted my penis.

I felt that my mother's vagina was very dry, and she began to moan softly, so I stopped. Seeing this, she
quickly said it was alright and told me to continue. I was already burning with desire and didn't care anymore, so I held her tightly and slowly
began to thrust.

After a while, her vagina wasn't so dry anymore, so I sped up my thrusting. But my movements were so strong that
the table started to rattle. My mother quickly told me to be gentler, but how could I control myself at that moment? Without thinking,
I picked her up and laid her on the floor, continuing to thrust wildly until I reached orgasm.

Afterwards, I felt completely drained, utterly weak, yet I had experienced unprecedented
satisfaction. I lay there, not wanting to move. My mother quickly got up and hurriedly cleaned herself and
the floor . Seeing her like this, I had no choice but to get up and help her clean up before quickly leaving.
This "rendezvous" with my mother had been extremely satisfying, but I still felt guilty and sorry for her.

The next afternoon, I left home and went back.

I didn't return home until the Spring Festival of that year. During the Spring Festival, my dad went away for two nights.
Those two nights, I secretly sneaked into my mom's room and made love to her in the middle of the night. Both times, she was unwilling, afraid of being discovered
by the family. Especially the second night, she was initially very adamant, but after my persistent coaxing, she finally relented. Those two nights felt somewhat uninteresting. Although I was very aroused and reached orgasm, I couldn't find the feeling I had with my mom in the dormitory before. 　　Not long after the Spring Festival, I met my current wife, and I fell in love with her almost at first sight. I put in a lot of effort to make her my girlfriend, and then my wife. After having her, my desire for my mom faded . Of course, this was also related to the feeling I had with her during those last two nights, and besides, it was indeed a rare opportunity for me and my mom to be together. 　　After I started dating my girlfriend, my mom and I returned to our previous mother-son relationship, as if nothing had ever happened . We never mentioned it when we were together. I once thought that nothing . After dating my girlfriend for about two years, we started preparing for our wedding. I originally wanted to hold the wedding banquet back home, but my girlfriend's family wasn't too keen on it. Since I already had my own house, and my family didn't object, we held the banquet . 　　About a week before my wedding, my parents came to help me prepare and moved into our new home with me. For some reason, my mother seemed especially beautiful those few days, and we spent a lot of time alone together, which made me a little tempted again. But I didn't want to pressure my mother anymore, and with my father around, there really wasn't much of a chance, so I didn't dare make any moves. 　　The day before my wedding, everyone from my family came, including my grandfather. After dinner, my father took my grandfather back to his hotel. Only my mother and I were left in the new home. I knew this was a rare opportunity, but I was also worried that my father might not be back for a while, and besides, my mother might not agree. 　　My mother and I sat in the living room watching TV. My mother seemed very interested in the programs, while I was captivated by my mother. Mom was wearing a short-sleeved white nightgown again. Her dignified and beautiful face still didn't look old, and she exuded a charming mature woman's allure, especially her long, slender, white legs, which were still so tempting. 　　I was aroused by Mom, but I hesitated and didn't dare to approach her. While I was hesitating, time passed quickly. By 9 o'clock, I was completely disappointed. I couldn't help but secretly hope that Dad would come home soon so I could be relieved. 　　Around 9:30, Dad suddenly called and said that he would be staying at a hotel with Grandpa tonight and wouldn't be coming back. I was overjoyed to hear this. I don't know what I said to Dad, but I was so grateful to him. Even now, I still feel grateful to Dad. 　　When I hung up the phone, Mom looked at me curiously, and I told her that Dad was staying at the hotel with Grandpa and wouldn't be coming back. Then I added, "Mom, it'll just be the two of us tonight." 　　Mom immediately saw through my thoughts, blushed, and turned her head away. 　　At that moment, I didn't hesitate at all. I immediately went up and hugged my mother. My mother tried to push me away and said somewhat shyly, "You're getting married tomorrow, it's too unfair to them." 　　I didn't care about that and just kept begging my mother to say yes. Later, my mother couldn't resist my nagging and finally agreed . I wanted to spend that night in the bridal chamber, but my mother absolutely refused, so we ended up spending it in the guest room. That night , my mother was very gentle and cooperative—although not very proactive. When my penis entered my mother's body again, listening to my mother's soft moans, my pleasure was indescribable. We enjoyed our lovemaking passionately and ecstatically until we both reached orgasm, then we fell asleep in each other's arms. 　　I woke up at around 6 a.m. the next day. I found that my mother was already up and washing up, so I got up too. After getting up, I went to the bathroom to urinate, ignoring the fact that my mother was combing her hair in the bathroom. When my mother saw this, she scolded me, saying I wasn't shameless . 　　My mother looked very alluring as she combed her hair, and as I watched, my desire rose again, so I hugged her from behind. 　　She quickly told me to let go, saying that my parents were coming home soon and that I shouldn't be fooling around. I said they wouldn't be back that early. Then I picked her up and, ignoring her protests, forced her into the new room to sleep on the new bed. After I undressed her, she had no choice but to make love to me again .

"It must have been because we did it last night. It took me a long time to reach orgasm this time. Afterwards, Mom scolded me for being silly while
cleaning herself up.

I smiled and said to her, 'Mom, we've consummated our marriage. From now on, you're my wife.'

Mom blushed with embarrassment.

When Dad and the others came home, everyone got busy. That day, I didn't have another chance to be close to Mom.

' I still took several photos with Mom. Some of them I was holding her in my arms, which made her
a little nervous and uneasy, but that was unnecessary. People just thought we were a loving mother and son; they wouldn't
think anything else. Now I often secretly take those photos out to look at them, reminiscing about the wonderful
moments with Mom.

After I got married, with a wife around, I had even fewer opportunities to be close to Mom.
Nothing . Now Mom looks older, and I'm not young anymore. I no longer have
the urge to have sex with Mom. But I still miss the times I spent with Mom." I also believe that my secret with my mother will
never be known to anyone. (xx = forum censored words, reposted. I personally think it's not bad, but I'm afraid it will be censored by the administrators,
so I'm censoring it in advance. Amen...)

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