Mature mother

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Today, Dongba was on holiday and went home. On the way, I chatted with some brothers who were also undergoing military training. As a loyal military policeman, although I haven't been training at the Linkou Military Police School for long, I already understand the meaning of "loyalty" very well. During the bus ride, a friend kept saying that he had been holding back for a week and could
n't stand it anymore. He said that when he got home, he would "start cleaning his gun and squat down." We, the group of rookies, all laughed when we heard this. We're all men, who doesn't have sexual desire? Some of his girlfriends said they wanted to have sex like crazy, some said they wouldn't let him touch them, and some said they wanted to go to a hotel or even a brothel together. I thought to myself, what about me? I smiled slightly. I haven't masturbated in a long time because I have a woman at home. Whenever I ask, she will use her slender fingers and soft, warm palms to wrap around the base of my glans and gently grasp my penis. She controls the pressure perfectly, moving it up and down, and my sexual desire rises and falls from shallow to deep, from low to high.
Sometimes I would stroke her scrotum with my left hand to stimulate it, and sometimes I would use my right hand to speed up the stroking of my penis. When my penis was fully erect and about 80% hard, I used my hand to hold the woman's head, supporting the back of her head and pressing it down towards my genitals. I placed the head of my penis on her lips and teeth, rubbing it along her cheek to her lips, constantly rubbing it against the corners of her mouth, and signaling to her with my eyes that she should give me oral sex. At this moment, the woman half-knelt on the ground, and I raised my penis, pointing it towards her nose and mouth, letting her smell the fishy smell of my penis head.
The woman frowned, her eyes showing reluctance, but under my coercion, she had no choice but to slightly open her mouth, stick out her tongue, and lick my penis head in circles, licking along the base of my penis like eating ice cream. She gently took my penis head into her mouth, and under the cover of her lips, my penis head became even harder, larger, and hotter. Suddenly, I forcefully pressed down on the back of the woman's head, thrusting my hips forward and shoving my entire penis into her mouth, the head reaching deep into her throat.
The woman's mouth slurred incoherently from the force of the penis being inside her mouth. Her hands pushed against my pubic hair and thighs, trying to escape my control, her head twisting from side to side. The friction of my penis against her warm mouth gave me the pleasure of this forced oral sex. Suddenly, I released her hands, and she finally broke free, breathing heavily, her mouth and corners covered in saliva, her eyes filled with a hint of hatred. Unfortunately, I thrust my penis into her mouth again, pumping back and forth.
The woman knew my penis was fully erect and further resistance was futile; the best way was for me to ejaculate quickly. She could only continue to move her head back and forth, her mouth sucking my penis forcefully. The intense sucking of my penis was incredibly pleasurable; no wonder some say oral sex is a simple and quick way to release sexual desire—I wholeheartedly agree. The woman wrapped her arms around the base of my penis, sucking, blowing, licking, and holding it in her mouth like a maid completely at my beck and call. My penis throbbed slightly.
Then she sped up, and suddenly I pressed her head down, my glans against her throat. My penis trembled, and I ejaculated thick semen into her mouth in spurts. Finally, I pulled out and made her lick it clean. I was so aroused I almost collapsed. Watching her clean my penis, I went to the bathroom to rinse my mouth. The woman's swaying hips aroused me even more. Of course, oral sex couldn't satisfy me, haha.
Needless to say, this woman was my mother. I thought that every time I went home on vacation, I would always have my mother give me oral sex first. With so much semen accumulated, I needed to give her a good boost. After fantasizing about last week's oral sex, I arrived at my destination. I waved goodbye to my colleagues, my penis half-erect, ready to go home and taste my mother's delicious, lustful body. I'm sure she's been holding back for a long time.
Actually, I never really thought about incest at first, because I'd never had a girlfriend, and all I ever wanted to do was masturbate. It wasn't until I joined the army that this sexual urge intensified, and I even started fantasizing about my mother. Of course, my mother would never agree to incest. But let me clarify first: my affair with my mother was just a coincidence. Let me briefly introduce my mother, and you'll understand why she was willing to indulge in my lust.
My mother is about 162 cm tall, with long curly hair, a petite figure, and small breasts, about a B cup, but quite perky. The key is her lower body. I think if my mother were ten or twenty years younger, she should be in a jeans commercial. She has long legs, and her buttocks are perky and shapely like a peach—not wide-set, but round and full. Unfortunately, she's already in her early forties, so they're starting to sag a little. But compared to other women her age, it's like comparing a young woman to a market vendor; my mother definitely falls into the category of a young woman.
Why does my mother dress up? The reason is her profession. My mother is a psychological counselor and lecturer at a hospital. She occasionally gives lectures in various places, such as on interpersonal relationship analysis and suicide prevention. My mother leans towards psychotherapy. You might be thinking that psychologists often help patients masturbate, perform oral sex, or even have sex to solve their mental illnesses. I'm telling you, don't be influenced by those pornographic films; that's absolutely impossible.
I don't know about private clinics, but in those hospitals, if you dare to expose your penis or make obscene gestures in front of a psychologist, the security guards will come over immediately. Doesn't the hospital have a psychiatric department? Needless to say, they'll take you directly there for treatment—it's so convenient. I've also asked my mother if she's ever encountered a perverted patient. Of course, she has, but those cases are handled by male doctors, not female doctors. My mother needs to maintain a professional image and often has to go to lectures, so her basic attire can't be too shabby.
So, overall, my mother was the kind of woman who would catch a man's eye on the street. She had big, double-lidded eyes, preferred to go makeup-free, and only wore light makeup to work. At the hospital, she always wore a white doctor's coat over a white blouse and long pants. Because of her slim waist, the pants weren't too big. What does this mean? It means that the white pants stretched her plump, peach-shaped buttocks, highlighting her slender thighs and calves. This meant she was often groped at in the hospital.
I loved seeing my mother in the hospital. Her long, wavy hair was tied in a ponytail, with her bangs parted in the middle. The ponytail was long and wavy. Because her blouse was a doctor's coat, which had special stitching at the chest area to lift it, she wore the doctor's coat over it. My mother said she almost always wore the doctor's coat because she was afraid people would stare at her buttocks. She disliked being spied on and found it disgusting.
Speaking of myself, I found basic training okay, except that seeing guys every day almost killed my libido. My mother, being a psychologist, naturally cares about her son, and she's always been very concerned about my "girlfriend" situation. Sigh, handsome guys attract women naturally, but if you're not so good-looking, well, that's another story. Actually, I don't really care, but my mother is extremely concerned about my "private life."
When I was in the army, I finally got leave and had time to masturbate, only to have my mother come home and see her son doing that. She pretended to be very serious and told me not to go too far. During casual conversation, I didn't shy away from saying that the hardest part of being in the army was "being too afraid to shoot when you're hard, and afraid of missing the target when you do." My mother could only laugh. And my father? Two words: he was having affairs with other women. Back when I was a freshman in college, my mother signed the divorce papers, and I've lived with her ever since.
As for my other siblings? Can I not go into too much detail, as it's my personal privacy? Thank you. When I was in the army, I often couldn't sleep and would fantasize about my mother's body. The first thing I did when I got home was to pick her up from work. When she saw me coming to pick her up, she wouldn't even change out of her doctor's coat. As I sat on the motorcycle, looking at my mother like a psychologist, a thought started to cross my mind: what if I used suggestive methods, hoping my mother would treat me from a psychologist's perspective?
Maybe she would be willing to help me indulge in lust? Thinking about it carefully, it seemed ridiculous. After all, she's my mother; incest is impossible. But when I saw my mother's shapely buttocks, I couldn't help but want to masturbate. Damn, it was really difficult for me. But my lust for my mother grew stronger and stronger. From secretly taking her underwear to masturbate, which is how I know her bra size, to the flesh-colored stockings she wore when she gave a speech at a school—they looked amazing.
I often subtly hint at things to my mother, for example, saying, "Son, you just got back from vacation, what are you planning to do when you get home?" I reply, "Mom...you know, I've been holding back for a week, of course I'll have some fun first thing when I get home." My mother asks, "Fun? What kind of fun?" I say, "Oh, well, it's something all guys do..." At this point, my mother pauses for a moment before realizing, "You really are something...aren't you going to eat first? You're in such a hurry as soon as you get home." I say, "Mom, please, I came to pick you up first...otherwise I would have already, haha." My mother laughs and says, "You've been holding back that much?"
Me: "Mom, you don't believe me? Why don't you feel it?" My mother patted me and said, "Don't joke like that, you're so disrespectful. Have you forgotten I'm a doctor?" Me: "It's precisely because Mom is a doctor that you should help me." Mother: "...Well...you can handle it yourself." Me: "Mom...actually, I've been fantasizing about your body lately..." Mother: "I hope you can be normal. I can't help you, okay?" Me: "But...Mom, I'm really pent up during my military service."
Mother: "You should be able to...make it yourself, right?" At this point, I lied and said, "At first I could, but during my military service, I only get long breaks, and every time I try to do it myself, it takes longer and longer. It makes me want to go with my comrades..." Mother: "Where?" Me: "To those brothels..." Mother: "I hope you take good care of your body. Going to those kinds of places will only hurt you." Me: "I know, that's why I wanted to ask you, Mom, who's a doctor. Mine is really hard."
Every time I discussed this with my mother, she would choose to remain silent at the end, simply letting the matter drop. I knew that my mother wanted to help her son masturbate, and such a morally questionable thing wasn't so easily forgiven. At home, I started to intentionally or unintentionally walk around my room with an erection, and my mother would occasionally see it, but she wouldn't say anything. Once, when I came home, I saw my mother changing a light bulb. She was standing on a low stool, struggling to change the bulb.
I went over and said with a smile that I would change it for her. My mother chuckled and said, "I've already changed all the light bulbs, and you're only just coming back. No need, I can change it myself." I said, "Then I'll help Mom by supporting her back and the stool. Mom, be careful." I stared at my mother's fleshy buttocks, constantly twisting from side to side, looking down at my mother's breasts. Instantly, my penis became hard. The air was filled with my mother's alluring fragrance. I secretly used my foot, pretending to accidentally kick the side of the stool. My mother lost her balance, and I quickly used both hands to grab my mother's plump buttocks.
As my mother fell, the soft, rounded buttocks felt amazing. My fingers were still sliding down her cleft, pressing against her vulva. I held her petite body with both hands, my hands restlessly caressing her fleshy buttocks, my fingers secretly scratching the outside of her vulva. My mother noticed my strange behavior and quickly got up, asking me to change the light bulb. I stood up and changed the light bulb with my back to her. My mother told me to be careful. I looked at my erect penis, which stretched my shorts. After changing the light bulb, I decided to turn around and stick my penis out, letting my mother see my penis up close with her big eyes.
My mother was stunned for a moment, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped, hesitant to speak. She wanted to turn around and leave, but I gave her a bear hug from behind, wrapped my arms around her arms so that she couldn't move her hands, and pressed my penis directly against her fleshy buttocks, repeatedly saying, "Mom... please, just once, please help me." My penis kept thrusting and rubbing. My mother's buttocks were so soft and elastic, making my penis feel incredibly good.
My mother blushed and said, "No, we're mother and son, this is incest, pull me away!" I ignored her and instead reached up to grab her breasts. I pinched them with my fingers, and realized how firm and bouncy a woman's breasts were. I started rubbing them like in porn movies. My mother panicked and said, "Don't do this, I'll get scared..." Hearing her half-crying voice, I softened and let go. My mother then knelt on the ground, her eyes filled with tears, and said, "It's not that Mom doesn't want to help you, it's that if I help you, you'll start doing all sorts of things to me..."
Hearing this, I finally understood why my mother was worried. Getting her to lower her guard and cross that line was difficult, but I could only keep trying. I knew I couldn't give in until the very end; at least I had to get her to help me masturbate. I grabbed her hand and stroked my penis. She struggled at first, but then could only let me caress her. I said, "Mom... I really miss you so much, please help me, please." Finally, she withdrew her hand. Seeing that there was no hope, I apologized to her and prepared to rush back to the army.
Finally, it was time for my leave again. I rode my motorcycle to the hospital to pick up my mother. She told me she still had patients to see and asked me to go for a walk first. I thought it was fine, so I went to the hospital to find her. I bought a CT coffee at the 7-Eleven in the hospital, wanting to make up for my stupidity last week. I waited outside the waiting room. Finally, the patient finished seeing his/her patients and came out. I walked in with a smile. My mother was surprised to see me there. I handed her the coffee, and she chuckled.
I asked, puzzled, "Mom... what are you laughing at?" Mom slowly smiled and said, "Nothing, it's just that thinking about how you were so horny last week really scared me." I didn't expect my mother to be in such a good mood after a week. I quickly lowered my head and confessed, "Mom... I'm sorry, I was really... really itchy back then, so... can you forgive me?" My mother's face suddenly darkened and she said, "Forgive me?
I think you're getting bolder and bolder. You actually want your own mother to masturbate for you? This is getting more and more outrageous. I think you should prepare to go to the police station."
I was genuinely startled, my face turning serious. My mother calmed down and said, "I'll forgive you this time, but...you," she said, staring at my genitals and softly asking, "Didn't you ever take care of yourself while you were in the army?" I laughed and said, "How could I dare? But Mom...you know, don't you know how attractive you are?" My mother took a sip of coffee and said, "Me?" I said, "Mom, I...every time I see you, I get an erection without even realizing it. I really hope you can help me..."
My mother frowned and said, "Here we go again..." I put down my coffee, locked the door to the consultation room, and walked towards my mother. She was wearing a doctor's coat, her hair in a ponytail, and black-rimmed glasses. I put my arm around her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Mom...please, just treat me like a patient." My mother trembled slightly. I secretly pulled her wrist and reached down to my pants, letting her hand rub against my penis through them.
My mother tried to stop, but I grabbed her. Seeing that she didn't resist, I held her hand tightly against my cotton pants, caressing my penis. It felt even better than touching it myself. My left hand was around her waist, secretly moving towards her buttocks, gently stroking her fleshy bottom. Her buttocks stretched her white pants taut. I started to increase the pressure of my left hand, pressing her tender buttocks tightly against my palm. I squeezed her buttocks up and down between her buttocks with my fingers, and my mother let out a soft moan.
She then pulled away from me. I decided not to force my mother this time, lest she break the bowl in the heat of the moment. When my mother saw that I had stopped, she whispered, "I... son, be good, okay? No, I..." I knew it was no use saying anything more, and as I was about to leave, a thought suddenly occurred to me. I immediately pulled down my pants, revealing my erect penis, and forcefully pulled the foreskin back, my glans sticking out. My mother's mouth gaped open. I said, "Mom... I'm so hard, won't you help me... Even if my status as a mother is wrong, even if it's incest, as a doctor, it should be okay, right?" My mother's legs went weak, and she slumped onto the desk. Seeing my resolute expression, I leaned closer to her. My mother stared blankly at my penis, speechless. I kept thinking, "Hold my penis, hold it." Just then, the phone rang. My mother answered it. It sounded like a hospital director was on the other end. While my mother was speaking, I immediately took her hand and caressed my penis.
Seeing that my mother was on the phone, she didn't dare to yell at me. Finally, under my gentle persuasion, she grasped my penis and began to slowly stroke it up and down. A little bit of my glans secretion got on her hand. My mother blushed as she talked on the phone. I whispered, "Mom... hurry up and stroke it. If you don't, I'll have to..." At this moment, I suddenly said loudly, "Mom, it feels so good! Your masturbation skills are amazing! I love your beautiful hands so much!"
My mother immediately glared at me and said, "You're going to die... Don't do anything reckless." I said, "Okay, Mom... Please." My mother then started talking on the phone while rhythmically stroking my penis with her right hand. After the call ended, my mother looked at me and slowly said, "You really are... I'll help you, but you absolutely can't tell anyone. I know you young people have strong sex drives and like to overthink things. I'm helping you masturbate as your mother, and doctors don't allow this kind of unethical behavior."
At that moment, I said, "Mom... Hurry up, it's so hard and uncomfortable, please help me." My mother then grasped my penis and started masturbating me. The process itself wasn't anything special, but the feeling of a woman helping you masturbate is really more enjoyable than masturbating yourself, especially with my mother wearing a doctor's coat, blushing as she masturbates me. When I was finally about to ejaculate, my mother quickly reached for toilet paper. I simply started stroking my penis myself, aiming the glans at my mother's buttocks, and took the toilet paper while my mother's back was turned to me.
I flipped my mother's doctor's coat aside, pinned her to the table, and, with her buttocks sticking up, ejaculated all my semen onto her white pants. The milky-white, cloudy semen formed a small map on her fleshy buttocks. I wiped my glans clean from below her vulva upwards. Only then did my mother ask me to leave, as she needed to change her pants. I sat on the chair outside, unable to control myself for a long time. My mother had finally masturbated her son and let me ejaculate on her pants. In a word, it was amazing.
After that, whenever I came home for vacation, my mother would hold my penis and masturbate me, letting me ejaculate on her breasts, genitals, buttocks, groin, calves, insteps, and hair to satisfy my sexual pleasure. But the condition was that I was not allowed to ejaculate on her face or be forced to have intercourse. I thought that it was already great that my mother was willing to masturbate me; I could think about the rest later, depending on the opportunity. But this thought quickly vanished, because in real life, things are never like those incest novels.
First, she masturbated her son, then she gave him oral sex, foot sex, breast sex, and finally insisted on anal sex. Later, unable to resist her son's teasing, she penetrated him. Incestuous sex between mother and son—that's impossible! One should know how to be content. My mother masturbated me, and gradually, I started asking her to give me oral sex. She said if I continued this unreasonable behavior, I wouldn't even be able to masturbate anymore, which scared me so much I immediately shut up. I could only fantasize about my mother sucking my penis.
But there was still a chance, and that chance finally came. On my birthday, my wish was for my mother to give me oral sex, even just once. Despite her reluctance, she finally agreed. That night, my mother wore a little dress and accompanied me to a birthday dinner at a restaurant. Afterwards, I secretly kissed her cheek, pretending to accidentally kiss her lips. She didn't resist much; perhaps thinking it was my birthday, she let me have my way.
My first French kiss with my mother was incredibly pleasurable. Our tongues intertwined, my left hand kneaded her breasts, my right hand rubbed her buttocks, and my penis rubbed against her lower abdomen. Would the next thing I do was have sex with her? Wrong! Of course not. My penis was nearly aroused by her caresses, and then I opened the neckline of her dress for the first time, gazing at her snow-white breasts. After stealing a few licks of her milky breasts, she pushed me away and started masturbating me. My
penis, under her delicate hands, quickly became erect. I tried to hold back from ejaculating until finally, I kept urging her, using my birthday wish as an excuse. She finally agreed to give me oral sex, but only once, and never again. My glans was swallowed and sucked in her mouth, my entire penis being sucked. Whether it was blowing, sucking, or licking, my penis was greatly stimulated. I forced her to suck my penis like in porn movies. The warmth of her mouth... that's how my first oral sex session ended. I ejaculated in five minutes.
This was also the last time I gave my mother oral sex. After she spat out the semen, she saw my semi-erect penis harden again, so she had to masturbate me one more time until I was lying on the bed, completely exhausted. Only then did she go to take a shower. Perhaps this abnormal relationship between my mother and me is strange, but since she helped me release my pent-up desires and I didn't have sex with her, I didn't feel any moral burden. My mother was just playing the role of a mother, caring for her son and helping him release his pent-up desires. She treated her son's penis like a doctor. For her, this was all.
My mother was slowly getting used to this behavior. It wasn't wrong for her to release the penis that her son had kept while he was in the army and help him release his pent-up desires. This relationship between my mother and me is still ongoing. I can't be sure if there will be any more sexual intercourse or acts of raping my mother's body. But the image of raping my mother has flashed through my mind countless times. I really want to thrust into my mother from behind and slap her buttocks hard with both hands.
Listening to my mother's moans and groans as I fucked her, in the examination room, the patient lay on the bed with the curtains drawn. I was on the desk behind the curtain, holding my mother's slender waist, wanting her to sit on me, demanding she wear only underwear and a doctor's coat, as I held her and thrust into her, defiling her bronze body. Every week I fantasize about how to make love to my mother, how to seduce her to take things further. Ever since I licked my mother's breasts, I've wanted to see her nipples even more.
I want to tear my mother's white pants completely, to show her plump, peach-like buttocks to me, but for now I can only look, I can't do anything. Alas, but I think there will always be a chance. Mother, my fantasies about you have almost driven me mad. Don't you know how much your son wants to rape you? Do you know how many times I've spied on you while you shower? My mother, naked, with your well-proportioned body, cute little feet, long thighs, and thick pubic hair, don't you know that your underwear is covered in my fluids?
I think my mother is pretending not to know, and she doesn't say anything. I really want to make my mother my woman, like in incest novels, and make her my sex slave. Unfortunately, for now, I only have masturbation pleasure; I can't do anything else. The future is still long. When others go home on leave, they can only masturbate. At least when I go home, I have my doctor mother, wearing her doctor's coat, to masturbate me in the examination room. I think this kind of sexual pleasure is hard for ordinary people to experience.
If I have further sexual experiences with my mother in the future, I will consider writing it down if I have the opportunity. This is my doctor mother, the source of my sexual release, during my leave from the military. I admit that my seduction methods are pretty bad; it's a bit like semi-coercion. But in real life, who can have their mother just like in incest novels, where she can just go and have sex with them whenever she wants?
[The End]

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