"Light and thin" my mom

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My dad often travels for work, and my mother and I both seem to dislike sleeping alone; we're easily scared. I remember sleeping with my mom in the summer when I was in second or third grade. She only wore a bra and panties to bed, revealing her voluptuous body. I was young then, and being close to her, I would mischievously step on her shoulders when she sat on the edge of the bed taking off her clothes, and she wouldn't say anything. In my memory, she was quite sexy wearing only a bra. Men often experience a subtle stirring of desire and curiosity about sex during puberty, and for me, an only child, the only mature woman I could have close contact with was my mother. I fantasized about her body back then. I fantasized about being caressed by my mother. Children that age probably wouldn't fantasize so concretely; their minds were just filled with intimate gestures. I also fantasized about my parents divorcing and my mother living with me (this wasn't unrealistic, considering how much she seemed to be cursing my dad every day). One day, when my dad wasn't home, I somehow became bolder and went to "make advances" towards my mother. She was preparing vegetables for cooking, and I went up to her and hugged her while talking (I haven't done this since I was about five years old). She seemed to be in a good mood and laughed, saying I was just being affectionate. Later, she even told my dad about it with a grin. I don't know why, but my dad was very sensitive about this and got upset. Later, he even said some very hurtful things to me, probably related to this. Once, my mom joked that she wouldn't talk to him anymore and would live with me, and he got really angry. Now that I'm an older man, looking back, I think my dad was too petty. Many things are better left unsaid, especially the bond between mother and son. Maybe it's because he lacks masculinity, is insecure about his own charm, and is afraid of losing love that he cares so much. Isn't that a vicious cycle? That time when I hugged my mom, I didn't dare to touch her inappropriately; I just held her shoulders. I also remember eavesdropping and peeping once. One noon, I felt they were about to make love, so I went to their bedroom door to eavesdrop. I heard my mom laugh out loud, and then she started whining and being affectionate, but there were no other sounds. They seem to be quite careful when they make love so that I can't hear them. Or maybe they always did it when I was at school and not around at lunchtime? Another time, I was showering in the bathroom, which faced their bedroom door. The curtain wasn't completely transparent, and to save electricity, they didn't allow me to turn on the light while showering. So I was in the dark, and my mom seemed quite happy that day, changing her underwear one piece after another in front of my dad (my dad was sitting next to her, and she was standing). I could only vaguely see through the curtain, seeing my mom's bare back with her bra off, seeing her rounded shoulders, and I felt very aroused; my heart was pounding in my throat. My mom wouldn't deliberately go to other rooms to change clothes, but she would turn her back to me. We didn't share a room to change clothes very often, so I did have opportunities to see her bare back, but I never stared, afraid of getting scolded. Speaking of which, there was a moment in high school that left a deep impression on me. As I mentioned, our bathroom faced their bedroom, and there was a TV on the furniture right by the entrance to their bedroom. Back then, they didn't let me watch TV much, afraid it would affect my studies. To avoid disturbing me, they would only occasionally turn it on and watch it standing up for a while. I was pitiful back then. Passing by their bedroom, if the TV was on, I'd peek at the program. It was the height of summer, and my mom was wearing a long loungewear dress, no bra on top, and briefs on the bottom (of course, those long dresses were thick enough that you couldn't see any "nipples"). I, on the other hand, was shirtless in my underwear. I went to the bathroom, and she was standing there seemingly engrossed in the TV, so I stood there watching as usual. Then, my mom did something completely unexpected: she lifted her long dress with one hand, completely exposing her right breast! (I was standing to her right.) I should mention that my mom's breasts were at least a C cup, and very firm, which is why she could always wear revealing clothes in the summer without a bra, and whether she wore one or not was completely invisible from the outside—that shows how firm they were. Round, big, and firm. I also noticed that her nipples were rather dark. Even now, after experiencing so many women and seeing so many nude pictures, I still think she's on the darker side. When she lifted her skirt, she still seemed "intensely focused" on watching TV. But I'm certain of one thing: she lifted her clothes when she saw me out of the corner of her eye. That action, if I weren't there, wouldn't look lewd; it's just like when it's hot, someone lifts their clothes to blow on a fan, and casually scratches themselves—that kind of feeling. It's like she ignored my presence and showed me her body, which was only wearing underwear. You might ask if she really didn't see me, or was just too engrossed in watching TV. Impossible. Of course I know her. She's not stupid; she's very clever, and I was standing so close (only a meter away). My immediate reaction was to walk away. It was a conditioned reflex, a reflection of my childhood upbringing. I didn't dare to "act like a hooligan." Even in my twenties, I would occasionally share a bed with my mother when my father was away on business. For example, she would be scared when it rained or thundered. She had switched to wearing crop tops that exposed her midriff. And we wouldn't engage in any intimate behavior while sleeping together; I wouldn't even look at her. As I mentioned before, my mother and I weren't close. I now believe that incest between mothers and sons is quite common. Just think about it this way: even though I'm not close to my mother and don't come from a single-parent family, such scenarios still occur. What if I were an only child in a single-parent family? What if the mother-son relationship was closer? What if someone was even bolder? You know, Liu Bei said, "The bond between mother and son is innate." Whether intimate actions stem from affection or sexual motives is unclear from appearance alone; sometimes it's even a combination of both. In a close single-parent family, if a high school son were to encounter his mother undressing and exposing herself, he might very well pounce on her and hug her half-naked body—and that still probably "doesn't prove anything." Between such physical intimacy, things can naturally happen… I've seen some men say they've mischievously grabbed their mothers' breasts since childhood, which is perfectly normal for a mother and son with a normal relationship. I've heard many such stories. (Indeed, most of these are just some kind of playful teasing or prank). Humans are born with breast milk. I had a former lover who said her husband was very close to his mother, and would lie in his mother's arms and touch her breasts in front of his wife. If it were in private, when his wife wasn't around, he probably would suckle. It's really hard to tell the difference. With such intimacy, showering together would be natural, so if a man is being affectionate with his mother, I think she'd at least feel comfortable masturbating… [The End]

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