Abnormal Love Mother

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Seeing my son born filled me with a profound sense of unease. I was overjoyed that the Shi family had an heir, but also worried that he might end up like me. My parents' divorce was undoubtedly partly my fault, a burden I carried for many years after leaving for Shenzhen. When I finally returned to Guangzhou, I found myself browsing online forums, reading the heartfelt confessions of fellow forum members. Life is short; we should seize the day. After all, we'll all return to dust. Back
then, I was young and my parents' relationship was complicated. Hormones got the better of them, leading to their first time. I remember it was in the second year of junior high. I said goodbye to my best friend and returned home. The air was thick with tension. I cautiously opened the door, went into my room, and listened intently. It turned out my father was having an affair, which my mother had caught. They were arguing fiercely. My mother, being very strong-willed, eventually grabbed a kitchen knife and brandished it. My father, always timid, opened the door and fled.
My mom opened a bottle of red wine and drank it all by herself. She got drunk and passed out on the sofa. Seeing that the living room was quiet, I opened the door and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Besides drinks, there were some vegetables, but no fruit. I opened the refrigerator drawer and saw a few cucumbers, so I grabbed one at random, took a bite, and smelled a strange odor. I washed it, cut off some pieces, grabbed some snacks from the living room, and went back to my room. With a nervous heart, I finished my homework. The weather in Guangzhou was rather muggy, and there were many mosquitoes, so I started to worry about my mother. I glanced into the living room and saw the sounds coming from all directions, and I could also see the surging waves of desire. It would be a lie to say I didn't have any impure thoughts. I was in the prime of my life, but I still maintained my moral compass. I shook my mother, wanting to help her back to her room to rest, but she didn't respond. I thought I'd carry her back to her room anyway; she was petite, so it wasn't difficult to lift her. When I entered her bedroom, the door was closed, and I couldn't open it myself. I had to lean her against the wall for support to free my hands to open the door. At that moment, I suddenly got an erection. I gently placed my mother on the headboard and began to look at her. At 36, she certainly didn't look old at all. I lowered my head and kissed my mother. In that instant, she wrapped her arms around my neck and responded passionately, murmuring, "I want it, I want it..." Driven by lust, I completed my first time under my mother's guidance. I was nervous, excited, and also ashamed. I ejaculated in a few minutes and quickly picked up my clothes from the floor and went back to my room. The next day, we both pretended nothing had happened, and she still cared about my studies. Eventually, my parents divorced, moved out of the house, and left with nothing (the only thing I admire about my dad). My mom stopped being reserved and started bringing shady characters home every few days, always introducing them to me: "This is Uncle Zhi, Uncle Wu, and Grandpa Huang." I knew what they were all about, though I was unhappy. Having no income, I could only earn some pocket money by flattering them. Perhaps because of her long-standing dissipation, my mom couldn't resist doing those shameful things anymore, and I complied. Maybe that was how she found comfort. One day, my mom asked me, as if she had something on her mind, if I trusted her. I nodded. She continued, "Some things can only be done, not said." I knew what she meant; I had never told anyone. She replied, "I know you're a good child who keeps secrets. Go get a bottle of red wine from the fridge; Mom wants to test your alcohol tolerance." Is she just talking nonsense because she's drunk? I opened the bottle and listened to her recount the hardships she'd faced over the years. I didn't say anything, just kept drinking. I finished the bottle, about three-quarters of it, and the alcohol slowly kicked in. I got up and went back to my bedroom. My mom continued her pitiful tirade. Just as I undressed and lay down, she knocked on the door, sat on the edge of my bed, and brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, asking if I was annoyed by her nagging. Before I could reply, her alluring red lips kissed me. A warm sensation surged from my lower abdomen, and my hand unconsciously reached for her breasts, kneading them without any skill. As her breathing grew heavier, she pulled back the covers, exclaiming, "You've really grown up!" This made me want to pour my manly pride onto her. My mom carefully pulled down my underwear, and seeing my red, swollen penis, she swallowed it whole. That kind of pleasure rarely comes back; just thinking about it now makes me hard. Her technique was so smooth and effortless; I wonder how many men my mom had been with to achieve this. As her son, I also experienced tangible benefits. I got up and pinned my mother down, roughly stripping off her clothes. I wanted to see where I came from, so I spread her legs. Her vagina was a bit dark, but it didn't affect my sexual interest at all. Inside, it was red and glistening with vaginal fluid. I touched it with my finger; it was a bit sticky. Because I'm nearsighted, I lowered my head to get a better look. Suddenly, my mother pressed my hands between her legs. I smelled the cucumber scent from before and suddenly understood what was going on. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, wanting to know just how lewd my mother was. I licked, blew, and tried to probe inside her vagina with my tongue. Her pubic hair was a bit of a nuisance and kept falling into my mouth. My mom gripped the sheets tightly, writhing her body and panting heavily. Soon, the sheets were soaked. My penis grew harder and harder, but I didn't know how to insert it. I tried left and right, but neither worked. My mom leaned forward slightly and guided it in with her hand. At that moment, my whole body felt numb and tingly. I thrust in and out dozens of times, and I saw my mom's labia become fuller, her clitoris as prominent as a soybean. The more I looked, the more excited I became. I kept asking my mom if she felt comfortable and if she was enjoying it. My mom was immersed in the moment, trying to suppress her moans, but afraid the neighbors would hear. Our thrusting became more and more synchronized until my knees ached. I don't know how many times I thrust, but I still hadn't ejaculated. Perhaps it was the alcohol that made my stamina so high. Seeing how much my mom was enjoying it, I asked softly, "Let's change positions." My mom slightly opened her eyes, rolled over, and stuck her butt out. I pressed my penis down and thrust inside, giving her another hard thrust until she couldn't help but moan. The louder the moan, the more excited I became. Perhaps the pleasure of a man is the desire to conquer, especially when it's his own mother. Suddenly, I felt like I couldn't control myself, so I asked if I could ejaculate inside her. My mom said no, but then a spasm came, and streams of hot fluid shot into my mom's vagina. My mom also experienced multiple orgasms and collapsed on the bed. It took her a few minutes to recover before she asked me for tissues to wipe herself. I handed her the tissues, and then, with a mischievous grin, I spread her legs, wanting to see more of what was coming out. I didn't know if it was mine or my mom's. The whole room was filled with an atmosphere of love. That night, it happened twice. I wanted to, but Mom said her health was more important and she'd give it to me later. From then on, Mom became my source of happiness, which led to me neglecting my studies. Later, we did it whenever we had the chance, but we never went to a hotel, afraid of leaving a record. Sometimes when we were out, I would call her "sister," and she agreed to let me call her that, though she used some tricks. I would stop when I was having the most fun with her, and if she didn't agree, I wouldn't do it. I still call her that now. We've developed more and more positions, and our techniques have become more and more skillful. Mom has even started performing with cucumbers and vibrators in front of me. I'm still saving... I bought her a large dildo, and when the mood struck, I'd use a wine bottle to pry open her vagina, thrusting in and out at varying speeds, watching her writhe beneath me—it gave me a real sense of satisfaction. Gradually, that sense of moral shame disappeared, and we were no longer satisfied with just mutual comfort. With all sorts of sexual practices circulating online, we explored threesomes and mother-son swapping, but always under safe conditions. Then one day, I heard gossip from the neighbors, and I had to go to Shenzhen. I suspected my brother's immature child had leaked the information.
Shenzhen is a paradise for the wealthy; only by focusing on making money could I bring my mother happiness. By chance, I entered the finance industry. Those in the same field understand the unspoken pleasures of this industry. In the days without my mother, I had to bear everything alone. I was swindled by my partner and burdened with debt. Many times, I longed for my mother's warmth. When I was consumed by lust, I used the techniques my mother taught me to subdue my current wife. She's very virtuous; she doesn't care what I do outside, but she forbids me from drinking too much or bringing any illnesses home. Of course, I have to bring money home. Since I went back to Guangzhou for maternity leave, I occasionally have sex with my mom when it's convenient. That kind of sexual harmony is something my wife can't provide; having sex with my mom feels completely different. If you're lucky, you might see me in a Guangzhou bar. I'm surrounded by fellow horny guys. I recently talked to my cousin about switching partners, but it hasn't worked out yet. I'm generous with like-minded friends in Guangzhou; we can exchange resources, even better, to make money and have fun together, but it can't affect our lives.
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