[The Privacy Behind Happy Families] (04) [Author: Flame9]

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I 　　still can't understand what happened between my mother and grandfather, but I really want to know why. That night, 　　when it was time for bed, I naturally waited until my mother was sound asleep before I began my clandestine actions towards her. I carefully stroked my mother's 　　breasts, not daring to use too much force. I got up and leaned over to smell the scent emanating from her vulva; this time there 　　was no pungent smell. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's vulva through her underwear. I felt my mother seem to move slightly, so I 　　quickly got up and lay there pretending to sleep. 　　After a while, finding that my mother hadn't woken up, I went to stroke her breasts again. Because she was wearing a shirt and vest 　　, I couldn't clearly feel the nipples, only a rough outline. But this time... I touched it and found that my 　　mother's nipples seemed to be hard. I didn't know why they were hard, but it felt very comfortable, so I 　　kept touching them. I fell asleep until I got sleepy. When 　　I woke up early the next morning, my mother had to wake me. Because I had gone to bed so late, waking up was difficult. My mother was still standing 　　in the doorway, still looking at my penis with a mischievous smile. I could only cover myself with the blanket and say, " 　　I'll get up in a bit, I'll sleep a little longer." 　　My mother laughed and said, "Get up quickly, or you'll be late for school." Then she added, "You're my son, 　　don't try to outsmart me with your little tricks. It's just morning erection, it's normal for your age." This made me 　　very embarrassed, and I didn't dare get up. Seeing that I didn't get up, my mother went to the bedside and suddenly pulled the blanket over my head. The book was pulled up. I 　　had no choice but to jump up, covering myself. My mom laughed loudly, saying, "You're so embarrassed! Look at 　　those things in your book, and you're embarrassed now? 　　Do you think I don't know what those are?" I had to run to the bathroom. When I finished washing up and came out for breakfast 　　, my mom told me she would be staying in the provincial capital for a few days, partly for business and partly to spend time with me. She said 　　she missed me! I quickly agreed, saying, "Okay, otherwise I wouldn't want to come back here by myself every day. It's really better 　　to live at school. At least I can play with my classmates." My mom tapped my forehead with her finger and laughed, "You don't want 　　to come back? Look what you've been doing here! Several pairs of clothes and underwear haven't been washed, and they're filthy." 　　"And you even collect some dirty things in the books. Is this what you mean by 'boring'?" I had no choice but to surrender and say, " 　　Mom is the best. She's here to help me clean myself up." Mom looked at me affectionately and said, "Actually, 　　I was worried about being alone here. Even though it's not far, it's still not home. There are many things 　　I'm afraid I won't do well because I'm still young. That's why I came here on business to see how I am." I was very touched. 　　After all, she's my mother. Even though I found out about her having sex with Grandpa, it didn't affect her place in my heart. 　　I wouldn't look down on Mom because of her affair with Grandpa. The lewdness and moans I saw when Mom and Grandpa had sex 　　often surfaced in my mind. 　　Every time I was intimate with Mom, my heart... I really wanted my mom to do that with me. 　　It was agonizing, especially after my mom came to stay, sleeping in the same bed every day. The accidental contact and 　　the sneaky touches after she fell asleep at night. It was both something to look forward to and something torment for me. 　　My mom went to work during the day, and I went to school. All I could think about during the day was how to 　　touch my mom's body more often at night. I would also occasionally imagine what it would feel like to insert my penis into her vagina 　　. I couldn't concentrate on anything; my mind was a mess. After school, I would rush to my rented place 　　, catching my breath slightly at the door. 　　Then I would pretend nothing was wrong and open the door to go inside. My mom had already returned, because I saw a 　　... The meal was ready. Mom called out "You're back!" while busy at work, wearing a 　　newly bought apron around her waist, since I didn't have one. 　　She then urged me to wash my hands and eat quickly. Seeing her filled me with 　　excitement. I hurriedly went to the bathroom to wash my hands and came out. Seeing all my favorite 　　dishes on the table, I grabbed a piece of meat and popped it into my mouth. 　　Mom smiled and said, "Wait a minute, there's still some food to cook." I glanced at the 　　dishes Mom had bought for me during the day, including several large packs of toilet paper. "Mom bought a lot!" I thought. Mom answered while 　　continuing her work, "I was worried you'd be uncomfortable here alone. Now that I'm here, I'll naturally help you." "Buy whatever you need 　　. You're my son, and you're away at school. It breaks my heart." 　　I said with an exaggerated laugh, "But you don't need to buy so much toilet paper, do you?" Mom immediately turned around and glared at me, her face 　　turning red as she said softly, "Don't you know why you bought so much toilet paper?" I looked at Mom, somewhat confused. 　　I really didn't know why she bought so much toilet paper. Mom glanced at me before saying, "Next 　　time you masturbate, remember to ejaculate on the toilet paper, don't always ejaculate on your underwear. 　　It's uncomfortable and unhygienic." As soon as Mom finished speaking, my face turned red too, and I quickly 　　changed the subject, saying, "Let's eat, Mom, I'm starving!" At this moment, Mom brought the last dish to her 　　seat. I quickly pretended... I hurriedly ate two bowls of rice, head down. 　　My mother immediately said, "Slow down. Eating too fast will upset your stomach and cause digestion problems. You're still growing 　　, so you need to be careful." I knew this was my mother's concern! I also felt a little ashamed because I had been thinking about 　　how to secretly touch my mother's body during the day, even imagining myself inserting my penis into her vagina, imagining 　　her moaning softly under my ministrations. 　　I finished dinner with a feeling of shame. My mother cleared the dishes; it was still early. 　　She suggested I go for a walk with her. I couldn't refuse, because my mother was mainly here to see me 　　; if she didn't want to come for work, she wouldn't have. Because of our family background...

After Mom changed her clothes, I accompanied her to a small square near our rented apartment building. The square back then
was different from today's.
Not many people were strolling around, because people didn't have much free time. It was only the late 1980s
; it wasn't exactly open-minded, but it was also relatively backward in terms of its understanding of the world. After walking for a while, in this unfamiliar
city, Mom naturally took my arm. I was already quite tall then, about 1.8 meters
. Walking with Mom, from behind, you would never guess we were mother and son. We walked quite a distance quickly,
and I enjoyed the friction of Mom's breasts against my skin.
I sensed Mom was getting tired, as she was walking slower and slower. I suggested we turn back, as it was getting
dark. Mom also felt we had walked quite a distance, so she agreed to turn back. On the way back, we walked
even slower, chatting about school while I continued to rub Mom's breasts. Sometimes I might have used a
little too much force, and Mom would always glare at me, but she wouldn't pull away or scold me. This emboldened me.
As we walked, I wrapped my arm around my mother's waist, like a couple in love. At first, my mother seemed
uncomfortable, saying it wouldn't be good if others saw us. I stubbornly refused to let go, saying, "Who would recognize us when we're out in the world?"
My mother couldn't struggle too much, so she let me hold her as we walked slowly.
There was a stone bench not far ahead, and I suggested we sit down and rest for a while. My mother didn't object, probably because
she was tired. It was already dark. Although there were streetlights, they weren't
very bright back then. Since it was summer, it was only around seven or eight o'clock when it got dark.
When we reached the stone bench, as I sat down, still holding my mother's waist, I slowly sat
down. Before I could react, one of my hands suddenly covered my mother's breast. And
quite forcefully at that. It wasn't intentional; it really startled me, and I quickly let go.
Mom sat on the stone bench, looking at me with a mischievous grin, and whispered, "You little rascal, did that feel good? It saved
you from rubbing yourself all the way here. How did it feel, you little rascal?" My face immediately turned red. Sneaking around was fine,
but this was really uncomfortable. I stammered, unable to speak.
Mom pulled me, saying, "Sit down and rest for a while." I sat down next to Mom,
feeling quite awkward. Mom looked around to make sure no one was nearby before whispering, "You little rascal, tell
me, whose is that tucked in the book?" Maybe because we were outside, I didn't feel too embarrassed by the question.
But answering was difficult. How should I say it? Should I tell Mom it was her pubic hair? Mom pressed on with a mischievous grin, "
Tell me quickly, do you have a girlfriend at school?" I blushed and didn't speak. Mom pressed on, "You won't tell me, huh?"
As she spoke, she reached out and pinched my waist. Although she didn't pinch hard, the feeling was exactly like that
between lovers. I hesitated and wouldn't say, but seeing my blushing face, Mom urged me on with a mischievous grin
. She chuckled and whispered, "You little rascal, your tastes are really strange. Tell me, whose pubic hair is it
?"
Seeing her pressing me, I looked at her and said, "You really want to know?" Mom laughed even harder,
agreeing quickly, "Of course! Tell me which girl it is!" I hurriedly said, "I can tell you,
but you can't be angry." Mom lightly pinched my waist again, saying, "You dare
to negotiate with your mother?"
She kept asking, "Tell me!" I don't know what I was thinking at that moment, but I really wanted to tell Mom.
Hardening my heart, regardless of what Mom would do, I looked around to make sure no one was nearby before
whispering in her ear, "Mom, those pubic hairs are all Mom's." After I finished speaking, Mom immediately stopped laughing,
her
eyes filled with surprise. Then she didn't say anything, just lowered her head, lost in thought.
I didn't dare say or move anything, just sat there with my mother. It quickly became completely dark. After sitting for a while,
my mother softly asked, "Aren't you disgusted? When did you start collecting them?" I could only lower my head and say, "I
started collecting them when I was at home. I think I was in middle school then.
And they're my mother's, how could I be disgusted by them being dirty?" My mother then asked, "What else have you done?" I whispered,
"I've even soiled your underwear." My mother then said, "I know that. You've soiled my underwear countless times, I
know it all." My mother asked again, "Do you love your mother?" I quickly agreed, "Of course I love my mother, I want to be with her for the rest of my
life." I looked down on those girls at school, they didn't understand anything…
I found them annoying.
Of course, that was a lie; no teenage boy would truly dislike girls. And women
like to hear compliments, something I clearly sensed from my interactions with my aunt's husband and grandmother. After I finished speaking,
Mom looked at me, and I saw a deep sense of doting and satisfaction in her eyes. Then, Mom
said softly, "You naughty boy, I know you used to grope me when you slept in the same bed with me." She looked into my eyes as she finished speaking
.
I panicked, not knowing what to do. Mom continued, "I thought you were just going through puberty,
a little restless and curious about women. So I didn't stop you because I didn't want to embarrass you, so I didn't say anything." After she finished speaking,
Mom and I fell silent, sitting there quietly. Soon, Mom said, "It's getting dark, let's go home."
I quickly stood up, and Mom stood up after me. Under the dim streetlights, we walked towards home.
Mom and I didn't speak the whole way. But this time, Mom took my arm again, her chest pressed tightly
against mine. I could clearly feel the softness of her breasts, and my mind raced with all sorts of thoughts.
We quickly arrived home, opened the door, and went inside. Mom changed into slippers and started boiling water to prepare for bedtime
. I sat awkwardly at the desk, flipping through a book haphazardly. Mom
quickly finished washing up in the bathroom, made the bed, and then came to my side. She put her hand on my shoulder and whispered
, "Throw all those things out of the book. They're too dirty."
I resisted, unwilling to move, but Mom added, "Don't you listen to your mother?" I reluctantly got up
and picked up the book I'd kept for years, the one with pubic hair. Mom then said, "Throw it away, wash up, and go to bed." Then she...
After getting into bed, I went to the bathroom to remove the pubic hair that was stuck in the book. After putting the book away, I washed up
.
I felt very unwilling, even a little angry. After washing up, I went to the bed, turned off the light, and lay down
. I still felt very uncomfortable. I lay there without saying a word. Every time my mother came, we would talk before bed
, but today the atmosphere was really awkward, helpless, and angry.
So I didn't say anything. My mother lay in her own blanket, her back to me. I could only silently wait for her to fall asleep.
But suddenly, my mother whispered, "Son, come to my blanket, Mom will hold you while you sleep." I was really surprised
. I've always slept alone since I was little. Even though I go to the provincial capital to study, every time my mother comes, we each have our own blanket
. Although I secretly connect two blankets together, even though it's late summer, this thin
blanket is still necessary. I thought I misheard and didn't move. Mom reached out and tugged at me again, and I finally
believed it was real.
I quickly threw off the covers and crawled into Mom's bed. Once inside, I realized Mom seemed to
be naked. I could clearly feel her smooth body, but she was still wearing underwear. Only her top was gone.
My arm touched Mom's breast; its elasticity was something I'd always wanted to caress and knead
. I clearly felt Mom's body stiffen instantly. I was a little confused, but my body reacted
, and my penis instantly hardened, pressing against Mom's leg. Because of the darkness, I couldn't see her face.
Then Mom hugged me and straightened the covers. I froze, truly afraid and uncomfortable.
I could feel the heat emanating from Mom's body, and a slight tremor. I was already burning up
, my hard penis still pressing against Mom's leg. Mom then whispered, "You naughty son, didn't you want to
touch Mom's breasts?
Come on, Mom will let you touch them." Then she stopped talking. At first, I really couldn't believe it was true. After
my mother finished speaking, I couldn't think straight. My hands were already on my mother's breasts, feeling
the hardness of her nipples in my palms, her breasts full. While massaging them, I looked down to find my mother's other
breast. My mother let out a painful groan, then whispered, "Don't be too rough, it hurts."
I immediately relaxed my tense nerves and began to gently massage them. At this moment, I had
her other nipple in my mouth, sucking on it softly. I felt my mother's body tremble and hear soft moans coming from her nose
. I had seen my grandfather and mother having sex, and I had seen my grandmother and uncle having sex; I knew that this moan was
a sign of pleasure.
Now I was on top of my mother, my penis pressing against her vulva through her underwear. I felt
my mother's legs wanting to open but hesitating. Ignoring her, I
thrust my penis against her while sucking on her nipple with a little force. The moans from his mother's nose grew more frequent.
This caressing of her breasts and suckling at her nipples didn't feel like the nursing he'd imagined as a child. Perhaps it was puberty;
his mind was entirely focused on sex, on his desire for women's bodies. Maternal love wasn't in his thoughts at that moment. A tension,
a sense of surprise, a jumble of thoughts raced through his mind.
He couldn't make sense of them, and he hadn't even considered that taking things further would be incest. He was simply caressing
his mother's breasts for sexual reasons, his hard penis pressing against her thighs as if it were about to explode.

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