[The mother unbuttoned her pajamas]

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[Mother unbuttoned her pajamas] Sometimes I would climb onto my mother's body and let her carry me for a while, but I could only lie on her upper
body because I was too small and didn't know that "carrying" actually had other benefits. When my father was away working,
I slept in the same bed with my mother every night until the second year of junior high school. I also got used to snuggling in my mother's arms and sleeping with my
hands on her breasts. My mother also got used to my company. Once, when I woke up in the middle of the night, I found my mother
holding my penis in her hand.

In the second year of junior high school, I don't know how I learned to masturbate. I didn't know what it was,
but I liked the blissful feeling when I ejaculated. Secretly looking through the pornographic books that my father had hidden at home also made
me learn about sex between men and women at an early age. I gradually began to appreciate my mother.
Although was the most beautiful in my heart. My mother's breasts were so soft, and my mother's skin was so fair,
but at that time I didn't have the desire to have sex with my mother. I remember once, while using the restroom, I accidentally saw my mother's
body after she had just bathed. In that instant, I saw the mons pubis between her snow-white thighs, the fluffy, dark pubic hair.
My mother quickly wrapped herself in a towel but didn't say anything. And so, my mother and I
slept in the same bed for over ten years.

After starting junior high, I lived at school and only came home once a month. At night, I didn't want to
sleep in the same bed with my mother anymore. I was a sensible child now, and I knew from my interactions with classmates that
they had started sleeping separately from their parents a long time ago. Therefore, on the first night I came home from school (my father wasn't
home ), when I suggested not sleeping in the same bed as my mother, she was quite surprised and
asked why I didn't want to share a bed with her. I couldn't give her a reason. My mother didn't say anything and gave me another
blanket. So, my mother and I went from sharing a bed to each having our own blanket. When my father came home, they
shared a blanket, but the three of us still slept on the same kang (heated brick bed). Later, I suggested that I sleep in my own bed, and
my parents agreed.

I was a good child, very smart, and had excellent grades. After graduating from junior high school, I was admitted to
the top . That summer, my mother developed an eye ailment and went to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who prescribed eye drops
. The doctor said they were poisonous and the patient had to lie flat to receive the medication, and also had to lie flat afterward. My father wasn't home, so the task of administering
the eye drops fell to me. My mother took off all her clothes, leaving only her underwear, and lay flat on the mattress
without a pillow. I sat next to her, almost leaning over her, to administer the eye drops. After that, I turned off the light and lay down
next to . Since it was summer, we only needed a light blanket. Somehow, we ended up sleeping together,
but this time my mother was using my arm as a pillow, and my hand was on my mother's breast. My mother didn't say anything,
and we slept soundly. I also missed those days of sharing a bed with my mother. For the next few days, I continued to administer eye drops
to my mother , and we inevitably ended up sleeping together each time.

That spring, my mother learned a kind of Qigong and some massage techniques. After I came home,
she used it to treat my ailments and taught me. One morning, when I woke up, my mother would ask me to massage her
lower back . She would gently stroke it from top to bottom, and she would praise me for being filial and for giving me a comfortable massage. I enjoyed stroking her
fair skin. Suddenly, I had a desire to have sex with my mother, but I knew it was against all reason and could only
think about it secretly. That night, I dreamed of kissing and having sex with my mother, and I even had a wet dream, ejaculating a lot of semen
(which made my lower back a little sore the next day). In the following days, I often fantasized about having sex with my mother and masturbated.

One night, I suddenly had a stomachache and couldn't sleep, tossing and turning. My mother asked me what was wrong, and I said my stomach hurt.
She turned on the light and sat up to treat me. I didn't want to wake her, but she insisted, so
I had to listen to her. First, she massaged my abdomen. Under the light, her bare upper body looked so white and
flawless . While she was massaging my stomach, I couldn't help but get an erection. I tried my best not to, but
it didn't work. I forgot about the pain and obediently lay there, closing my eyes, afraid to look at my mother's body.

Later, my mother rubbed her hands together to warm them and pressed them against my lower abdomen. My penis was hard and erect,
very close to her hands. When she moved, she touched my hard penis. I closed my eyes, and I think my mother
must have seen my face turn red. After a while, my mother removed her hands and asked if it still hurt. I quickly said it didn't
. My mother massaged it a few more times, touching my hot, hard penis each time, and then said, "Okay," and
turned off the light .

After lying down, she suddenly grabbed my penis. I was terrified by her action and didn't dare to move. My mother
hugged me and said, "Do you remember when you were little, you would climb on top of me and ask me to carry you?"

I said, "I remember."

My mother said, "Do you want me to carry you? Now."

Instantly, many questions flashed through my mind: incest? Shame? Sweetness? I didn't speak, but
my little brother gave my mother an affirmative answer.

"Come on top of me." My mother squeezed my penis, and I obediently rolled over and pressed myself against my mother. Even
in the darkness, I still didn't have the courage to face my mother. I put my head on my mother's shoulder, to one side.

My mother helped me take off my underwear, and I cooperated. I was surprised to find that my mother's underwear had come off at some point.
My mother squeezed my penis and inserted it into a warm, wet place.

"Mom, let my penis go into her vagina!" I was very excited and stood there motionless.

"Move, Xiaoyu." My mother whispered to me.

I learned from the book and started to thrust. I felt my penis become a little soft, I didn't know if
it was because of nervousness or worry. I ejaculated quickly, collapsing onto my mother's body, panting.
She wrapped her arms around me, not moving.

After a while, she told me to get down, turned on the light, took some toilet paper to wipe the fluid off the sheets, and then used
my underwear to wipe our genitals. I saw my mother's face was a little red. I hugged her, buried my head
in her chest, and she turned off the light. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, when I woke up, my mother was already up. For breakfast, she fried eggs for me,
watching me eat them. We sat on the sofa, and she looked at me, asking, "Xiaoyu, do you masturbate often?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"Do you like it when Mom carries you?"

"Yes."

"Xiaoyu, if you want to masturbate, just let Mom carry you. Don't masturbate, okay? Masturbation is bad for your health."

"Yes, Mom, I love you." I hugged Mom and kissed her lips. I didn't know how to do a wet kiss back then.

"Remember to keep it a secret. Don't tell anyone. If your dad finds out, we're doomed." Mom
said to me seriously.

"I know."

Mom added, "Be good, study hard from now on."

That night, we did it again. This time, I climbed on top of Mom and, with her guidance,
I entered her again. This time, I made a lot of progress. After thrusting for a while, I ejaculated. Then
I kissed Mom again and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

We did it almost every day for the rest of that summer vacation. But during the day, Mom wouldn't let me be intimate with her,
not even hugging. When school was about to start, Mom forbade me from doing it. She told me not to masturbate at school and
to hold it in until I got home.

During my three years of high school, the school's closed management meant fewer holidays. However, whenever there was a break and my dad wasn't
home , we would have sex. But my mom no longer allowed me to have sex with her every day, only once every three days. And
that was on the condition that my grades didn't drop. She also told me that if I got into a top university, she would listen to me.

I didn't disappoint my parents' expectations and got into a top university. Because it was far from home, I could only
go home during winter and summer breaks, and I could only secretly express my longing for my mom over the phone. My mom always told me to
study hard, take care of my health, and not rush into having a girlfriend.

Actually, at school, I felt that none of my female classmates were as good as my mom, even though they were
prettier. They weren't as mature as my mom. I liked my mom's full figure, her fair skin, and her
gentleness. At school, I watched a lot of porn and couldn't help but secretly masturbate at night thinking about my mom.
I learned that women also have orgasms, I learned about wet kissing and oral sex, and I learned how to make my mom happy.

There was no opportunity during winter break because my dad was home, and my mom wouldn't allow me to touch her. During summer vacation, I
went home, but unfortunately, my father was still alive. I kept my passion to myself. I masturbated frequently, and when my mother
found out while washing my underwear, she told me to cherish my body. She still wouldn't let me touch it. I went back to school early and
spent two weeks in internet cafes, reading many articles about incest between mothers and sons, and fantasizing about
having sex with my mother in various ways.

The following summer vacation, my father went on a business trip and gave us two weeks. I was overjoyed. I took a shower early,
and when my mother finished showering, I rushed up and hugged her. She was also infected by my emotions and, for the first time ever, allowed me
to hug and kiss her in the living room. That was our first wet kiss. I parted my mother's lips, put my tongue into her
mouth, and sucked on her tongue. We kissed for a long time until my mother got tired. She asked me where I learned it and if I had
learned anything bad. I told her I learned it online and told her not to worry. I carried her into the bedroom.

For the first time, I undressed my mother—my pajamas—revealing her beautiful body. At 46, she
was no longer young, her figure no longer as youthful; the excess fat on her abdomen betrayed her age. But her
fair, delicate skin still deeply attracted me. The wrinkles on her face accentuated her mature
charm. I kissed her lips, face, earlobes, neck, breasts, kissing her all the way down. She became somewhat unable to control herself;
her face flushed. I removed her pajama bottoms, then her white underwear, and stripped off my own clothes.
I kissed my way down her breasts, across her lower abdomen and navel, and then I put my mouth to her vulva.

She stopped me, saying, "That's dirty."

"No, that's where you gave birth to me, the most sacred place."

I stuck out my tongue and licked her labia and the foreskin of her clitoris. Her body trembled, her breathing became
heavier. I greedily licked and sucked her vaginal fluids. She couldn't resist any longer and urged me to penetrate her. I was also
a little tired. I lay on top of her, thrusting into my beloved mother with shallow and deep penetration. Finally, my mother and I
reached orgasm simultaneously. My mother held me tightly in her arms for a long time.

"Mom, was it good?"

"Yes, it was good. Where did Xiaoyu learn that? You're so good! Did you find a girlfriend?"

"Mom, you are my first woman, and the only woman I've ever had. I will always love you!"
After saying this , I kissed my mother passionately.

Later that night, my mother and I watched the porn I brought home together. My mother even tried to give me oral sex,
but she seemed uncomfortable and a little disgusted. Even though I stopped her, I couldn't bear to see my beloved
woman suffer even a little bit. My mother felt very guilty, but my passionate kisses convinced her that she was her son's
true love .

After that, we often made love together and tried different positions, but my mother
preferred the traditional one, saying it felt intimate and perfect. As she got older, my mother stopped asking for so much,
and my father spent more time at home. My mother and I both knew we couldn't sacrifice the greater good for the less important things. After starting work, my time became
very tight, and I had even fewer opportunities to make love with my mother. Last year, my mother also stopped menstruating. My mother no longer allows me to have sex with her,
for the sake of the family and so that I can find a girlfriend soon.

Writing this down, I hope to let go of these feelings. I may never have sex with my mother again, but the past
will always remain unforgettable. I believe this is not merely the love between a mother and son, nor simply
the love between a man and a woman, but a union of both, far exceeding the taboos of blood ties. I am certain that there is no
greater love than the naked sex between a sexy mother and a strong son. I feel that we
have become one, completely transcending the relationship between husband and mother, even without various positions or passionate
encounters, it is the most perfect sex in the world.

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