[Son, Mom will satisfy you today] (Sex is something you learn without a teacher)

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Animals are naturally sexually aware, and so are humans. I remember when I was little,
a boy older than me and I built a tiny wooden hut. We lined it with some hay, and he said,
"This is our home," before collapsing. Building the hut was a lot of work; I was the one carrying
the materials , which was exhausting, and I collapsed too. Because the hut was so small, I could only lie down next to him, which felt very comfortable. At first,
he told me a lot of ghost stories, which scared me half to death. Then he made me touch his penis and taught me how to masturbate.

I did, and he ejaculated, which I found disgusting. Then he said it was fun and let me masturbate too, which made me feel
itchy all over, but I didn't ejaculate. It wasn't until I got home that night, lying in bed, that I masturbated and ejaculated. It was
strange , but really fun. That was the first time I learned to masturbate.

The next morning, as usual, my mother was about to pull back the covers and spank my bottom, saying,
"Lazybones, the sun's shining on your bottom!" My mother immediately fell silent. I opened my eyes and saw my mother staring
blankly at the small map on the bed sheet. I felt ashamed and quickly grabbed the blanket to cover myself, saying, "I want to sleep a little longer."

For the first time, my mother didn't object; she just said, "Get up quickly, you'll be late for school," and
left, her face flushed. Next, my father came in to call me. He was so rough that he didn't care what I did and forcibly pulled me
out of bed. That day, I folded my blanket myself for the first time, tucking the small map under the blanket, hoping my parents
wouldn't .

But when I got home from school, I saw that the bed sheet had been changed; it was a brand new one. I knew my parents had
seen it, but I didn't know why they didn't humiliate me. I was really scared.

In the middle of the night, when I went to the bathroom, I heard my mother groaning loudly. I didn't know what was happening, so
I peeked through the keyhole. It was pitch black. But by the moonlight, I could see one person on top and one person
below. Dad was on top, saying, "I'll play a little longer."

Mom hummed in response from below, then saw Dad's buttocks moving violently in the shadows. A moment later, she
heard a gurgling sound from his throat, and he lay still on top of Mom.

Mom said, "That's strange, why is our son having a wet dream? He's thirteen!"

Dad seemed tired and said, "Kids develop early these days."

That's how I was caught masturbating for the first time, but my parents misunderstood. Since they didn't scold me, I
became bolder and started masturbating again that night. In the morning, Mom, as usual, woke me up, pulling back the covers,
but she didn't say a word and just turned and left. Dad called me again, and I still pretended to be good, making my own
bed , and Dad didn't say anything. In the middle of the night, I went to the bathroom again and heard Mom moaning again. Later, it stopped
. Mom said, "That's impossible. How could he have nocturnal emissions two days in a row?"

Dad laughed and said, "Who knows?"

Mom said, "Could it be that our son is masturbating?" Although it was the first time I'd heard that term, I knew it must refer to
what I'd done, and my heart pounded.

Dad said, "Impossible. He's still so young."

Dad's words comforted me somewhat. But from that day on, I started using a towel to catch my semen, and then
I concluded that this must be what it feels like for men and women to have sex, and that Mom and Dad felt the same way. This is what I
meant at the beginning: sex is something you learn without a teacher. Next, my masturbation gradually matured, and my thoughts slowly
became . At first, my fantasies were simple; I would fantasize about whoever I saw during the day, regardless of whether they were ugly, handsome, old, or
young. Gradually, my fantasies became richer, focusing specifically on pretty and beautiful women.

Let me tell you a joke: back then, I thought that if I were to penetrate a girl younger than me, with such thin buttocks, I could probably
penetrate her right through her anus if I went too hard. So I stopped fantasizing about younger girls. Now, when I think about it,
it's really funny. From that day on, I developed a liking for older, full-figured women because their buttocks
were thick, making it impossible for my penis to penetrate their anuses.

My fantasies were quite vivid: the aunties next door, my teachers at school, my father's female colleagues, my
mother's colleagues, and even the older sisters and sisters-in-law of my neighbors. After watching TV, I also fantasized about
the female protagonists. There were many more, but I won't list them all.

I often stood by the window, masturbating while looking at the front or buttocks of women passing by. But I never fantasized
about my mother, because she was my mother, and morally speaking, it was forbidden.

One day, I got out of school early, but my parents hadn't come home yet. I started doing my homework, but I couldn't concentrate.
Today's Chinese teacher was very charming; she wore jeans that hugged her buttocks tightly, and she
would occasionally turn around, showing me her beautiful buttocks.

As I thought about it, my penis started to get hard. I wanted to masturbate, but when I looked at the time, my parents
were about to get off work, so I held back. But after waiting for a long time, they still didn't come home. I couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to do it quickly
, or I'd go crazy. So I started. I was probably too focused, because my mom
did . Just as I was fantasizing about ejaculating while holding my teacher's butt, she suddenly opened the door and saw me.

She was stern and asked, "What are you doing?" But she immediately realized that question was pointless, and,
enraged, slapped me across the face, yelling, "Where did you learn this? You'll be a little hooligan when you grow up!"

Then she left.

That evening, my dad came home, heard about it, and beat me too, scolding me for being a bad influence. To be honest, I
felt suicide. I was so ashamed and angry; how could I ever face anyone again?

I tried to quit this bad habit, and didn't do it for several days, but my penis wouldn't cooperate, always hard in my pants
. I thought about touching it for a while, just to comfort it, but as soon as my hand touched it, I couldn't help but masturbate.

Thinking about my mom, she was so infuriating. Why did she tell my dad? No, I have to fuck my mom;
this is revenge. I remember when I was little, I always liked to curse "Fuck your mother," especially when I argued with girls.

That would almost drive the girls crazy. I realized that being fucked was shameful for a woman, so I chose to fuck my mom,
to embarrass her too.

I fantasized about my mom begging for mercy, but I still went in. I asked her why she told my
dad about it, and she said she wouldn't dare… but none of the times I came felt as good as this time. That night, I was incredibly excited,
fantasizing about my mom coming three times, each time more intense than the last. From that day on, I started fantasizing about my mom masturbating.
It used to be just occasional fantasies about others. But ever since I started fantasizing about my mother masturbating, I've started paying attention to her.
How come my mother was the best object of my fantasies? To be honest, my mother isn't particularly beautiful,
her skin isn't very good, she's thin and slightly dark-skinned, with small eyes and a pointed chin. But I dare say that my mother's figure is absolutely amazing—
slender shoulders, a slim waist, long legs, it seems like all her flesh is concentrated in her large buttocks and nipples. No wonder
many people say that my mother has the figure of a model.

Yes, my mother's height is about the same as a model's, and she walks in a similar way, except that the flesh on her buttocks and nipples
trembles slightly. I fantasize about holding my mother's big buttocks and fucking her cunt, and the more I think about it, the more excited I get. All the ethics I used
to think about , to hell with them! In the middle of the night, I often sneak a peek at my father and mother having sex. Although
I can't see clearly, hearing my mother's moans is a kind of enjoyment. Then I point my penis at my mother inside the door and masturbate,
always ejaculating in my hand, and then wiping it off with a towel.

I cried out in my heart, "Mom, I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you like Dad did!"

From then on, my grades plummeted, from the top ten in school to over three hundred. Dad hit
me, I hated him, and glared at him fiercely! Mom hit me, pinched me, and even bit me. I suppressed my hatred for Mom
through my penis, and at midnight I would masturbate fiercely, as if I were fucking her!

Until I was fifteen, my fantasies about Mom were still rampant.
I would even steal Mom's underwear and ejaculate on it. I would often take out Mom's photos and ejaculate on them
; Mom's jeans and undershirts were also in my hands.

The most enjoyable time was when I arranged Mom's clothes and jeans into a human shape on the bed, and then put Mom's
beautiful , creating a cute image of Mom. Then I would lie on top of it and masturbate, of course,
I would use a towel to catch it. But no matter how carefully I tried to hide it, Mom still found out. She
hit me while yelling, "You beast! You're using my underwear (Mom never talks about underwear in front of me) for dirty
things! Look, it's freshly washed, it has to be washed again!"

From that day on, Mom never told Dad about it again. From that day on, Mom started
locking up all her clothes. But these things couldn't lock away my fantasies about Mom. The toilet Mom had just gone to,
the places Mom had just sat, the places Mom had just touched… all became targets for my venting. Later,
Mom , but she couldn't do anything about it and just stopped caring. A person's pressure often doesn't come from
their family, but from outside. An uncle said, "Dr. Li (Mom is an ophthalmologist), your child
was a good student when he was little, how come he fell behind in middle school?"

Mom smiled bitterly and didn't say anything. What could she say? She could only swallow her bitterness. That evening,
Dad still hadn't come home. Mom sat beside me, giving me a long lecture, but I just kept my head down and didn't
say a word. Later, Dad came home, and Mom stopped talking.

That day, Dad had been drinking and went to bed early. Mom came to my room again and happened to see me
masturbating . Mom turned her face away and said, "Put that thing away. Mom wants to talk to you." I sat there without
moving. Mom started lecturing again, basically telling me to study hard so that things would be better when I grew up and got married.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, she went out, grabbed a pair of underwear, and threw it at me, saying, "Is this what you want?" Then,
without turning around said, "Put it in the washing machine when you're done, don't let your dad know, and then do your homework." I
was stunned for a long time, then excited for a long time; my penis was already hard. So I held Mom's underwear in my left hand and started
masturbating with my right, it felt so good. Suddenly, I saw a white thing on the underwear that looked like burnt rice, clearly
some kind of solidified liquid. Could this be what people often call vaginal fluid?我把它放在鼻子下闻，有点臊，
但很好闻，于是用舌头舔了舔，有点咸！

妈妈走进来问：“做完了吗？”一眼看到，马上抢过去，说：“脏不脏啊，
还舔！”回头扭着肥大的屁股就走了，说：“赶紧的写作业。”

这一晚，是个难眠的夜。我好后悔，为什么没有当时抱住妈妈，向她求爱呢？

妈妈既然能给我裤衩，就能答应我啊！我几次都走到门口，可听到爸爸的鼾
声又停住了脚步，我怕爸爸被我吵醒揍我。我后悔死了，但我知道我和妈妈做爱
的事不远了。

这一夜，我又手淫了两回。一早，妈妈来到我房间，一眼就看到枕头旁边的
手巾，把我叫醒后，问：“你怎么又做了，这对身体不好。你应该把精力用到学
习上。”拿着手巾就走。

我实在忍不住，冲上去抱住妈妈，叫声：“妈！”妈妈看了我一眼，摇了摇
头，推开我走了。 I froze, standing there motionless for a long time. Dad came in and said, "Hurry up
and eat so you can go to school." I don't know how I got out or how I ate, but I know Mom didn't even glance
at me.

Even though Mom secretly brought me underwear every night, my grades still wouldn't improve. Mom
was very worried and once threatened me, saying, "If your grades don't improve, I won't give you that." Seeing that I didn't say anything, Mom
yelled , "What do you want?" I looked at Mom and said, "I want..." But before I could finish, Mom
shook her head like a rattle-drum and said, "No! Do you know I'm your mother!" I lowered my head dejectedly
. Mom ignored me and swayed her large bottom away, but she still brought me underwear that night.

Summer vacation came, and my grades were still very bad. Even the teacher contacted Dad and Mom. Dad
was always careless and didn't know what I was thinking; he just scolded and beat me.

Mom knew what I was thinking. While stopping Dad, she said, "You don't need to be so harsh with children.
I know what to do."

I remember my eyes lighting up as I looked at Mom. Mom seemed to make a decision, then hardened
her heart and said, "Study hard, and you'll get everything." Then she pulled Dad out the door.

I didn't know what I was feeling at that moment. First, I wondered what Mom meant. Did she agree to my
request ? But why did she go out with Dad? Was she going to discuss my plans with him? If Dad found out I
was going to do *that* with Mom, he'd beat me to death! I didn't know what would happen, so I just waited blankly.

Mom and Dad came back, and as soon as they entered, Dad started bragging, "Don't let my drunkenness fool you, that kid's not getting any better."
"Where are you going?"

Mom helped Dad up, saying, "Stop bragging, he drank way more than you."

Dad seemed very excited, sitting on the sofa and saying, "More than me, keep bragging."

Mom said, "Go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow."

Dad didn't want to sleep, saying, "What did you just say? I drank less than him? Come on, do we have any more wine?
I'll drink some more to catch up with him." Then he got up and went to the wine cabinet to get some, and no amount of persuasion could stop him. Dad finally got really drunk and
collapsed on the sofa, unable to get up.

Mom called to me, "Come quickly and help me get your dad into the house, I can't carry him by myself."

I went over and pulled Dad, who looked at me with strange eyes and said, "This semester... if your grades don't improve
... I'll break your legs!" Mom

said, "You're drunk now, what would you remember?" 　　Dad said, "I remember, I'll definitely remember. Get me a pen." Then he scribbled something on a piece of paper before going into the house. Seeing Dad lying on the bed, I looked at Mom. Mom blushed slightly and said, "Go back to your room first!" 　　My heart pounded wildly. I went back to my room, wondering what would happen next. Mom finally came in , not naked as I had imagined, but still wearing the clothes she had come in with, only holding her red panties in her hand. My heart sank. 　　Mom sat on the bed and softly asked, "Is there anything you want to tell Mom?" It's strange how people are; when Mom refuses me, I can speak, but when she asks, I can't say anything. Mom said, "Do you think you can only improve your studies if Mom gives it to you?" I still didn't speak, but I knew to nod. 　　Mom's voice was very soft: "Okay, turn off the light." 　　I mechanically turned off the light, but at that moment, I didn't dare touch Mom. Mom said again, "Didn't you miss me? Why didn't you come?" 　　I snapped out of my daze and slowly approached Mom, placing my hands on her shoulders. In the bright moonlight, I looked at her ; her eyes were closed. I unbuttoned her clothes, and she cooperated, revealing her bra. 　　I clumsily tried to untie the straps, but couldn't get it open. Mom reached behind and gently opened it, revealing her two large breasts, trembling. 　　I wasn't unfamiliar with those breasts; I often touched and sucked on them as a child, so this wasn't what interested me. I was just testing whether Mom truly agreed to let me continue. 　　Mom was still wearing jeans. I reached down and touched her private parts through the jeans. Mom didn't react, only slightly raising her head. So I got onto the bed and gently pulled Mom down. I often wear jeans and knew how to unbutton them. As my hand unbuttoned and was about to pull, Mom pressed my hand down and whispered, "No, no, no." 　　I was stunned. Was I going to be rejected again? Seeing that my hands weren't moving, Mom softly said again, "Okay, continue ." 　　I then pulled down her pants, and Mom cooperated by lifting her buttocks. As , the jeans came off smoothly. I saw that Mom was only wearing her underwear, underwear I knew all too well; I had ejaculated a lot of semen on it. 　　Just as I was about to take off her underwear, Mom pressed my hands down again, softly saying, "No, no, no!" 　　But I insisted on taking them off, and Mom held them down firmly. I removed Mom's hands, and she didn't , only refusing to lift her buttocks. I lifted Mom's buttocks and ripped off her underwear with one hand; finally, the last piece of clothing covering Mom's body was gone. 　　My penis was already rock hard, and I quickly stripped off my clothes and lay on top of Mom. Mom hugged me and asked, "Can you study properly like this?" I nodded. Mom said again, "Is it okay just this once?" I nodded again. Mom said again, "Don't let anyone know, okay? Especially your dad?" I nodded again. Mom finally hummed in agreement. 　　In my fantasy, fucking Mom was easy; I could just insert it and it would go in. But at that moment, I couldn't find the entrance; I was just randomly poking around in Mom's vagina. Mom grabbed my hard penis with one hand and guided it to the entrance of her vagina. Only then did I find the opening. But Mom's vagina was very dry, making it difficult to insert, and it felt very uncomfortable. 　　Mom seemed to be in pain and said, "Take it out, put it in again." 　　I pulled my penis back and tried to insert it again. This time, it went in a little more than before, but I still couldn't insert it in. Mom said, "Take it out, put it in again." So I took it out again and tried to insert it again. After several repetitions, Mom's vagina finally became slippery, and my penis could slide in and out smoothly. 　　Mom stopped talking and just let my penis stay inside, only holding my shoulders with both hands. I wanted to kiss her, but Mom turned her face away and refused. I wanted to hug Mom's buttocks like I'd fantasized about, but she refused again. She didn't even moan like she did when she made love to Dad, but I felt satisfied. I could finally ejaculate inside Mom's vagina. 　　My penis went limp and slipped out. Mom pushed me away, got up, squatted down, and wiped herself with her underwear, which she had just pulled down. Then she gave me the underwear, gesturing for me to wipe myself too. Then Mom sat on the bed, neither of us speaking for a long time. Suddenly, I felt so sorry for Mom that I hugged her and burst into tears: "Mom, I'm so sorry..." Mom was startled and quickly covered my mouth: "Keep your voice down, don't let Dad hear." 　　Only then did I remember that Dad was still sleeping in that room. Mom and I fell silent, and Dad's snoring came from the other room . Mom started getting dressed, saying, "Don't do this again, it's not good." She put on the new underwear she'd brought and said, "Study hard, do you hear me?" 　　Picking up her jeans, she stood up and said, "This is the end of it, don't tell anyone." She took the jeans and started to walk out. I rushed up and wrapped my arms around Mom's bottom. 　　Mom was startled: "What are you doing?" I squeezed Mom's bottom; it was really soft, much better than I'd imagined. All I could say was, "Thank you, Mom!" 　　Mom gave a wry smile and said, "You need to improve your studies." She pushed me away and left. 　　The next morning, I had ulterior motives, but Mom acted as if nothing had happened, chatting with Dad while they ate breakfast.

Dad glanced at the note and immediately remembered what happened last night. He asked sternly, "You remember what happened last night?"

Mom and I were both startled; my face turned pale. Mom saw the note in Dad's hand, and her expression
softened. She said, "Alright, alright, I talked to our son for a long time last night, and he agreed to study hard."

Then she looked at me and said, "Really?"

I immediately realized and said, "Yes, I will definitely study hard."

Dad said, "Nonsense, you've fallen so far behind in your studies, how can you catch up?"

Mom said, "It's okay, I haven't forgotten my middle school lessons yet, I can teach him." Dad finally fell silent.

Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, but that night an unexpected incident occurred. Mom was tutoring me in
the lessons I had missed when Dad called, saying that his company had urgently sent him on a business trip, and he would be back in about three days, telling Mom not to
worry. My eyes lit up when I heard this.

Mom hung up the phone, understood what I meant, and said, "What are you looking at? No more of that tonight."

Then, in a commanding tone, she said, "Study hard." I knew I could be with Mom tonight, but
I couldn't upset her, or she would refuse. So I studied very hard, and Mom was happy.

"Okay, that's enough for today. It's already midnight, go back to your room and sleep," Mom
said, glancing at the quartz clock on the wall. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me. I stood up and
looked at .

Mom said, "Go back to sleep, you have school tomorrow."

I still looked at Mom. Mom lowered her head and said softly, "Come here." Then she went into her
room.

I followed Mom in, and of course, we still had to make love. After we finished, Mom said, "This is definitely the last
time, don't do this again."

I begged to sleep with Mom, and she didn't object. The next morning, because I was unusually excited, I woke up earlier than
Mom . Seeing my mother wearing only her underwear, lying on her side, her slender waist making her large buttocks
appear even larger,

I sat up and touched and squeezed her, my penis hardening again. My mother woke up, saw me touching her, didn't say anything,
raised her head, looked at the clock on the wall, and asked, "Want it again?" I hummed in agreement. My mother didn't
speak , just nodded, and closed her eyes. I gently pulled down my mother's underwear. My mother said, "Hurry up,
or you'll be late for school." So, my mother and I made love again.

In the days that followed, my mother and I often made love behind my father's back. Gradually, my mother reached orgasm, her moans
the same as when my father made love. But each time, it was me who initiated it; my mother never asked me to.
Our lovemaking was simple: I would directly stimulate my mother's vagina until she was wet before penetrating her, without any further actions,
and kissing was still out of the question. But even this kind of sex wasn't easy to come by. If I didn't do well in my studies,
my mother would resolutely refuse, so I had to put in 100% effort to get her sex. Luckily, I
'm smart and haven't disappointed my mother, and she hasn't disappointed me either. Winter break is almost here, and although my grades
aren't ideal, I'm aiming for the top 100, currently ranking 108th. My father
isn't satisfied with this result, but he hasn't threatened to break my legs.

Mom was quite happy, saying, "One hundred and eight is a good number, just like the heroes of Liangshan. It means we can
grow ."

Dad said, "You spoil your child."

Mom laughed and said, "Who wouldn't spoil their own son?"

But I was very upset. Dad was a very protective father, always coming home. He rarely
drank , so he was usually quite sober at home. What bothered me most was that Dad had a very strong sex drive
and wanted to have sex with Mom every night. Mom would always wait until Dad was asleep before coming to my room, but forget about sex.
Most of the time she would just masturbate me.

When Mom was masturbating me, I would put my hand inside Mom's pants, pinching her big buttocks, while
my other hand touched her nipples and I kissed her face. Don't call me a pervert, because it felt so good to me.

I remember once, Dad came out to use the bathroom and called out to Mom, "Li Ming, where did you go?" Startled, Mom
quickly let go of my hand, answered, and turned around to block me. Dad came into the room, poked his head in, and asked, "Why
aren't you asleep yet? It's already past midnight. " "

Mom said, 'Son, study hard, I'll stay with you for a while.'

Dad said, 'Hmm, looks like there's still hope for this kid.' Then he left. Mom stopped masturbating me and
told me to go to sleep and finish it myself. In the blink of an eye, I turned eighteen and had to take the high school entrance exam. After the exam, my
score was actually ninth in the city, which guaranteed me a place in the best key high school. Mom was very happy and
booked a table at a restaurant for a happy time for the three of us. Dad was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling and, for the first time,
asked Mom and me to have some beer. Perhaps I moved God, because He arranged another
scene to make Dad leave.

The phone rang, and Dad was very impatient: 'Hello!' He didn't even say 'hello,' but he immediately changed
his attitude: 'Oh, it's the manager... What... But I'm having dinner with my son right now. Oh... Okay... Okay...

I'll wait at the restaurant.' He hung up the phone and cursed: 'Damn it, another business trip, the car will pick me up in a bit.'"

"

I was overjoyed and looked at my mother. Afraid that my father would see through my act, she quickly gave me a wink and said, '
Everything was fine, why the business trip again? Couldn't you have asked for leave and had someone else go?' I was startled and inwardly resented my mother.

My father said, 'Those incompetent people in my unit, none of them can get anything done. They can't function without me.' My mother
pouted and said, 'Hmph, wouldn't the world keep turning without you?'

My father said, 'I know today is a good day, but I have official duties, I can't help it.' Just then,
a car horn sounded outside, and my father said, 'I'm leaving now. I'll probably be back in about a week.'

My mother and I returned home, and she hugged me tightly, saying, 'Thank you, son,
do whatever you want today.' She reached directly into my pants, grabbed my penis, and gently stroked it.

This was the first time my mother had taken the initiative. I was so excited that I touched my mother's buttocks with one hand and reached into my pants with the other
to touch her vagina, then pressed my lips to hers. My mother kissed me for the first time and put her tongue in my mouth."

My mother and I were quickly stripped of our clothes, and her vagina was already overflowing with fluid.

She groaned and tried to collapse onto the bed,
but I held her firmly. Despite having made love with my father for years, she didn't understand my actions this time and asked, "Why don't you lie down?"

I didn't answer, but instead held her large buttocks with one hand and pressed the other against her nipple, thrusting my penis
forcefully into her vagina, saying, "Is this okay, Mom?"

She immediately understood, gently guiding my penis into her vagina, then
cupping my cheeks with both hands and putting her tongue in my mouth again. We made love standing up like that.

After a while, she tried to lie down again. I knew her orgasm was coming, because she
needed to lie down for it. She began to plead, "Oh... let me lie down... wait until... this feeling passes... then
stand up again... okay?" Seeing my mother's discomfort
, I didn't even pull out my penis. I just pushed her down onto my bed. My mother kept her promise; after her orgasm
, we stood up together again. I still had one hand on her buttocks, the other on her nipple, kissing her mouth while my
penis thrust in and out forcefully. I said, "Mom, I want..."

My mother was clearly excited and said, "What do you want? Say it! Mom will satisfy you for today."

I said, "I want Mom to call me 'husband'." My mother's face immediately turned red, and she lowered her head. I said
, "Please, Mom, just say it once. You said you'd satisfy me for anything."

After a while, my mother put her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Husband." Although it wasn't much louder than
a mosquito's buzz, I heard it clearly. I called out, "Wife," looking at my mother's face. My mother responded
, "Yes, husband."

Afraid I would see her blushing face, she quickly hugged my head and put her tongue in my mouth again. I thrust
and thrust, my semen, brimming with love, shooting into
the vagina . My mother was also very excited that day, giving me oral sex and even breast sex.

Later, I got into a prestigious university, and my parents were overjoyed. They went to a restaurant
that no miracle happened; no one asked my father to go on business trips anymore. That night, my father wanted to have sex with my mother. I
overheard him saying he was doing it to thank her for raising such an excellent
son . My mother cooperated fully, experiencing multiple orgasms.

Honestly, I was jealous of my father, but what could I do? He was, after all, my father, and it was normal for him
to have sex , while it was abnormal for me and my mother. After I entered university, my mother still came to visit me. She knew
what motivated me; without my mother's sex, I might not have studied well.

We made love in a hotel, but it wasn't passionate because my mother felt it wasn't as safe as home, and I
was afraid the police would come and think I was soliciting prostitution. My mom comes to visit every month, staying for just two days. Lodging
is expensive, and besides, she's essential at the hospital. So, I try to make the most of those two days by making love to
her . But it's never quite enough; even the slightest noise outside the door makes her push me away.

After graduating from university, I found a great job in my city. I miss my mom terribly and long
to make love to her, even though we're less than 300 kilometers apart. But my penis isn't that long!

My mom urged me to find a girlfriend and apologized, saying that her frequent visits to the university had delayed my
best chance to find one. I told her I didn't regret it. She said she regretted it, that she shouldn't have visited so often,
and then pressured me to find a girlfriend and not keep to myself.

So, I listened to her and found a very beautiful girlfriend in the city. I told
my mom the news, and she was overjoyed, wanting me to bring her home. When I brought my girlfriend to my parents' house,
my dad was beaming, and while my mom showed a hint of jealousy, she was generally satisfied.

After we got married, my wife and I often went home to visit my parents, but it was difficult to have sex with my mother. She
avoided me, afraid of being seen doing something wrong. There were exceptions, though
. When my wife gave birth and stayed at her parents' house, my mother called, saying my father was away on a business trip again and asking if I had time to come home and visit her. I
knew what she meant; she missed me too.

So I asked for leave, saying my mother was sick, and told my wife. She sighed and said she really wanted to go home to take care of
her mother-in-law , but the baby wasn't even a month old and she couldn't leave. Hehe, it's best if you can't leave! If you went back,
how would I have sex with my mother? How would I hug her big butt?

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