Me and my mom [1-5]

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I'm 24 years old this year, and if I remember correctly, it was about 8 years ago. I can't remember the exact time of my first nocturnal emission, but I'll never forget the feeling. I was suddenly awakened from my sleep by that inexplicable feeling, my whole body felt indescribably comfortable, and my crotch was wet. From then on, I often looked forward to that feeling coming again. I waited and waited, and, haha, it's a bit funny, but it was about ten days later when that feeling returned. Then I discovered that if I lay on my stomach and rubbed my penis against the bed, that feeling would come continuously. So, that night, I couldn't sleep. The next morning, I saw that my penis was red and swollen. Gradually, I learned to masturbate.

And so, masturbation became my daily routine. After what seemed like an eternity, I became obsessed with computers. Back then, computers were just emerging, and the term "internet access" was practically nonexistent. They weren't called internet cafes, but "computer rooms." Every day after school, a few classmates and I would sneak in to play games. As we played, I realized I was addicted. I neglected my studies. At that time, I didn't understand what skipping class meant; I could only wait and wait for school to end so I could rush to the computer room.

My father was a policeman, working at a police station over 100 kilometers away from our home. He only came home once a week, arriving Friday night and returning to his unit Monday morning. My mother ran a restaurant and was usually very busy, so she didn't have time to supervise me. Before I got involved with computers, I was a very well-behaved child. Every day, I would go home on time, do my homework, watch TV, and go to sleep. Gradually, I started to become increasingly unruly, my grades plummeted, and I didn't finish my homework on time. The teacher called my mother to the school.

Perhaps I should thank my teacher; without her, my mother and I might never have met. Maybe that's not entirely logical.

When Mom came home from school, she was very angry. She questioned me about my plummeting grades and how I wasn't even doing my homework on time. I didn't know what to say, so I told her the truth.

She got even angrier and made me sleep in the same room with her from then on, though her real purpose was to supervise my studies. At that time, I didn't think about anything else, and I didn't even want to sleep in the same room with her. Sleeping alone was so much more comfortable.

So, I moved—probably the closest move in world history—from a room on the left to a room on the right.

I've forgotten how long I slept in the same bed with her. One night, I woke up in the middle of the night. The moonlight streaming through the window shone on Mom. Because it was summer, we were sharing a large towel blanket. I love to steal blankets in my sleep, and I had already taken the whole blanket, leaving only a small portion covering her. I saw she was only wearing a bra and a silk thong. For some reason, my penis suddenly became erect. I had only one thought: to reach out and touch her full breasts. But I didn't dare. It wasn't because I was worried about it being incest—I didn't even know what incest was back then—but because I was genuinely afraid. I was terrified of her.

I tossed and turned in bed, trying to avoid looking at her, trying to dispel the impossible thought in my mind. But then I turned back, wanting to use the moonlight streaming in to get a good look at her beautiful body, her full breasts. My mother is 46 years old this year. If you go back eight years, she's beautiful, truly beautiful. I'm clumsy and don't have many fancy adjectives, so I can only say that she's about 1.71 meters tall, with fair skin, and most importantly, her figure—by my current standards, she's absolutely stunning.

At that moment, I really didn't know what to do. My only thought was to touch her breasts. I'm quite clever, hehe, so I came up with a plan. I pretended to be asleep, turned over, then back over, and placed my hand on her breasts. "So soft, so big, damn it," that was the thought that echoed in my mind at that moment.

I placed my hand on her breasts, motionless, my palms sweating with nervousness. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly Mom moved. My heart skipped a beat, and I didn't know what to do. I remained motionless, pretending to be asleep. Then Mom took my hand away. I thought to myself, she definitely wouldn't blame me, she probably thought I was asleep, but I didn't expect…

"Touch," Mom said, "Go to sleep." (Mom, those two words refer to her breasts, I think I don't need to explain much, it's a corny phrase, haha.) I really didn't expect Mom to pull her bra up to her chest, revealing two round, large breasts, and then place my hand on them. I pretended to be woken up, and then mumbled a sleepy "Mmm." Damn, this time it's the real deal, even that annoying bra is gone, I secretly chuckled to myself.

My hand remained on her breasts, still motionless, my palms sweating even more. Then something even more astonishing happened. Mom rolled over, turned around, and put her hand inside my underwear.

To be honest, I really can't remember what it felt like, but the only thing I remember is Mom grabbing my penis and saying, "Son, is your little penis so cold? Mom will warm it up for you."

I hummed in response, and then Mom started stroking my penis up and down. Although I was young, I knew what she was doing. Sometimes things that should never happen just happen naturally. I don't know what came over me, whether I lost my mind or what, I quickly moved my hand from her breast and put it inside her underwear. She cooperated by spreading her legs, making it easier for me to find her private parts. Since this was my first time, before that I had only masturbated and had never touched a woman, or even seen one. I pushed my hand down hard and suddenly felt a wet spot. I slowly explored it.

"It's here," I suddenly heard Mom say softly.

I explored for a few more moments, and then my middle finger easily slipped into her vagina.

"Oh." Mom groaned softly, then tightened her grip on my penis.

Following her rhythm, I moved my middle finger in and out of her vagina. Her moans grew louder, but I felt no urge to ejaculate. I didn't know if it was from overstimulation or from excessive masturbation that had made me immune. In any case, Mom's vagina was overflowing with fluid, but I felt nothing.

"Up...up, son?" Mom asked between moans.

"Mmm." I didn't quite understand then, but I knew I was about to experience the most beautiful moment of my life.

Mom helped me up, and I knelt between her legs. She guided my penis to the entrance of her vagina and pressed down. With a little effort, my penis slid into her vagina without any resistance.

"Ah." Is this the feeling? It felt so wonderful, my entire penis inside, that warm feeling…

"Move, son," Mom said, her arms around my waist.

"Ah...ah..." Mom began to moan rhythmically as my penis went in and out of her vagina.

"Ah...is it good, son? Ah...ah."

"Mmm." I didn't know what to say, so I thrust even harder.

"Oh...son, faster...ah..." Mom cried out as she reached her hand up a little above her vagina and began to rub it vigorously, her cries louder and more frantic than before.

"Ah...fuck Mom to death...Mom's pussy...ahhh..."

Thinking about it now, it's funny. I was so stupid back then, so clueless about romance, I didn't know what to say, I just kept thrusting.

"Ah...ah...son, faster...Mom...Mom...coming...oh..." With a different kind of moan from Mom, I stopped.

"Mom, did I hurt you?" I was too scared to continue.

"Ah..." Mom lifted my legs, bringing them together to tightly clamp my penis, and hugged me. "Silly son," Mom kissed my cheek.

Mom hugged me tightly, and I lay on top of her. "Move, son."

So I continued. Because her legs were clamping my penis, as my penis went in and out of her vagina, there was also friction between her legs, making the sensation much more intense than before.

"Does it feel good, son?" Mom asked, holding my buttocks with both hands

. "It feels good," I answered shyly. "Mom, does it feel good?"

"It feels good, wait a minute, son." After saying that, Mom made me stop.

"What's wrong?" I thought Mom was telling me not to do it anymore.

Mom rolled over, knelt on the bed, and stuck her butt out at me. "Come in."

Since this was my first time, I struggled for a while from behind without getting in. In the end, Mom helped me.

"Oh... ah..." Mom started moaning again.

"Ah... oh... ah ah..." Mom propped herself up on the bed with one arm, and reached down to the spot she'd been using, rubbing it again. I grabbed her waist and thrust in and out hard, and she twisted her buttocks wildly.

"Faster... ah ah... Mom's going to die... ah... ah... oh... Mom's pussy... oh... son... fuck Mom to death... ah..."

Hearing the words coming from her mouth, she was a completely different person from the one I had always thought of. I wanted to say something, like she did, but I just couldn't get the words out.

"Ah... ah... son... ah... ah ah ah ah ah" Mom was almost in a frenzy.

"Faster... faster... good son... ah..." With a final long moan, Mom collapsed onto the bed again.

I lay on top of her, breathing heavily.

"Did you cum, son?" Mom turned to me and asked

. "No," I replied, panting.

Mom told me to get off her and lie down on the bed, then I sat up and started stroking my penis again.

"Don't tire out my precious son." As soon as she finished speaking, Mom lowered her head, and I felt another hot sensation wash over me, starting at the glans and then enveloping my entire penis.

"Dirty, Mom." Even if I were an idiot, I would know what she was doing.

"Silly boy." Mom held my penis with one hand, giving me oral sex while her other hand stroked my testicles, slowly moving downwards.

"Mmm...oh..." Her rhythm quickened and the pressure increased, and I began to moan softly.

Her other hand moved back and forth over my anus and testicles, gently circling them.

"Want to cum?" Mom asked, hearing my weak moans.

"No." I really didn't know why. Usually, when I masturbate, I can control myself; I can ejaculate quickly in less than two minutes if I want to, and slowly if I want to. But today, I can't ejaculate even if I want to.

At first, Mom sat to my side, then changed position, kneeling between my legs. She licked my penis with her tongue, moving it downwards until one of my testicles was inside her mouth. Through the moonlight, I could see her satisfied, blissful expression. Slowly, her tongue moved to my anus.

"Mom," I tried to stop her

, but she ignored me, her tongue already pressed against my anus.

"Mom," I reflexively contracted, arching my back slightly. Her tongue left my anus.

"A son is flesh of my flesh. Are you afraid I'll find you dirty? Silly child."

After what seemed like an eternity, Mom must have gotten tired, but I still didn't feel like ejaculating. She got up, squatted in front of me, held my penis, and sat down, my penis entering her vagina again.

"Ah...ah..." Mom grabbed my hand and placed it on her breasts.

I vigorously rubbed her full breasts.

"Ah...ah...oh...it feels so good, Mommy." Mommy moaned as I moved my penis in and out of her vagina, her body rising and falling.

"Mommy, lie down." I told Mommy to lie on the bed and lay between her legs. I wasn't thinking about giving her oral sex or anything; I just wanted to see what her genitals looked like. She probably guessed it.

"Want to see?" Mommy asked.

"Yes."

"Go draw the curtains and turn on the light." Mommy said,

so I quickly drew the curtains, blocking the moonlight from the window, and then turned on the light.

What came into view was a very lewd scene. A woman with a beautiful figure and fair skin was lying naked on the bed, her legs in a V-shape... Anyway, I didn't have time to think about anything else. I pounced on the bed with lightning speed, lay between her legs, and parted her slightly darkened labia. I saw that mysterious sacred place that I had never dared to think about, never imagined, and thought was impossible to touch.

I moved closer, and the smell wasn't the stench of urine, but a scent I couldn't quite describe but loved. My gaze moved upwards, searching for the mysterious place my mother had been rubbing herself. After searching for a while, I didn't see anything unusual.

"Son, lick it for Mom," my mother said.

"It's not dirty. Your dad used to lick it for me all the time." I guess she sensed my hesitation

. "Whatever," I thought, and then I stuck out my tongue and started licking around her vagina vigorously.

"Oh..." my mother groaned.

I didn't know until I tried it, and I was surprised by how wonderful it felt. So I worked even harder, moving my tongue in and out of her vagina. Humans are truly amazing; could my tongue replace a penis? I laughed.

"Ah...ah...son, so good...ah...so comfortable...ah...oh..."

Hearing her moans, I felt that every groan was under my control, which made me work even harder.

"Lick here, ah..." I saw her use her hands to part a spot, and suddenly a bean-shaped thing protruded.

I brought my tongue close to the bean-shaped thing, and the moment I touched it, I saw my mother shudder.

"Oh..."

"Damn, that's it..." I finally knew where my mother had touched. Without saying a word, I pressed my tongue against the bean-shaped thing and licked it hard.

"Ah...oh...ahhhhh..." My mother's reaction was quite intense; she hugged my head tightly, her buttocks twisting incessantly.

"Let's change places, son...ah...ah...Mom can't take it anymore...ah...no...ah. Ahhh...oh...ah..." Suddenly, her buttocks rose high, and her moans stopped. She remained there, her buttocks raised high, motionless, her brows furrowed, as if time had stood still.

"Mom..." I looked up at her, a little stunned.

"Oh...Mom had an orgasm." My mother lowered her buttocks, touched my head, and said something

. I didn't speak, then lowered my head again. Now I felt that oral sex was even more pleasurable than being fucked with a penis.

Slowly, my tongue approached her anus. She must have sensed that "Mom didn't wash there, it's dirty."

Without even lifting my head, just as my tongue was about to touch her anus, my mother shifted her body slightly.

"Silly boy, Mom didn't wash it. I'll let you lick it tomorrow."

I ignored her completely. With a little effort, her anus and my tongue made their first intimate contact.

"Oh..."

"I don't mind, Mom." This was probably the only complete sentence I uttered that night.

The moment she gave up resisting and I began to enjoy her anus, I knew she was right. A fishy, stinky smell filled my nose.

I didn't care. I closed my eyes and shoved as much saliva as possible into my mouth. The saliva stuck to her anus through my tongue, then returned to my mouth. I frowned again and swallowed the saliva. That was how I gave her anus a saliva bath. Slowly, the fishy smell disappeared, and my tongue began its assault on her anus.

"Oh... stinky son... ah..."

My mother's anus wasn't too tight, and with the lubrication of the saliva, the tip of my tongue had already pushed in a little, eliciting a groan from her.

"Son, be good, it's dirty inside. Come up here and Mom will let you cum. You can play again after Mom washes you clean." Mom saw that I was determined to push my tongue in, so she quickly stopped me.

I ignored her and continued to struggle with her anus.

"I'll get angry if you don't behave." Mom pushed my head away and sat up.

"Oh." I didn't know what to do and just stood there dumbfounded

. "Okay, silly boy." Mom lay down again. "Come in quickly, it'll be light soon." Then, holding my penis, I inserted it into her vagina again.

"Shoot it out, shoot it into Mommy's pussy, ah... ah... shoot it out... ah... oh..."

"Oh... um... oh." I used all my strength to thrust in and out.

"Son, it feels so good, ah... oh... good son... shoot it out."

"Mom... I'm coming..." Finally, a long-lost feeling slowly came over me.

"Hurry up, son, ah... oh... ah ah ah... Mommy's coming again... ah, fuck me to death... ah..."

"Ah... ah... ah..."

"Oh..."

As Mommy's moans approached madness, every drop of my semen shot into her vagina.

"You naughty boy, you've worn Mommy out." I lay on top of Mommy, she hugged me, patted my buttocks and said,

"Hehe." I didn't know what to say, I could only laugh stupidly.

My mother and I (Real Incest Season 2)

I remember it was a few days after I had my first time with Mommy. Before that, or rather after I had my first time with Mommy, we would do it every night, at any time. Whenever I wanted, Mommy never refused. Every time, it took me a lot of effort to ejaculate.

"Are you tired, son?" Mom hugged me, and I kept sucking on her nipple with my tongue.

"A little." I slowly slid my right hand between her legs. It was wet and sticky down there, with her vaginal fluid and my semen.

"Are you..." Mom hesitated,

perhaps because she was too young and didn't know how to read between the lines. I continued to grope her. Before I knew it, my penis was hard again.

"Mom..." I called to her, meaning for her to lie down.

"Stop it, you'll tire yourself out." Mom didn't move, but reached out and gently stroked my penis.

I didn't say anything, mainly because I was embarrassed. I just used my right hand to hold her hips and gently pressed down, trying to get her to lie flat on the bed.

"Son, is Mom's down there loose?" Mom still didn't give in, lying on her side facing me and asking.

"What?" I didn't understand.

“Your dad came in and came almost immediately, and you naughty boy, making such a fuss for so long.”

I didn’t speak because I still didn’t understand. At that moment, I only had one thought in my mind: to make her lie flat on the bed so I could go back in and fuck her until she screamed.

“Good boy, go to sleep. We’ll come in again tomorrow, don’t tire yourself out.” Mom took my hand off her crotch and placed it between her legs. One of her hands was stroking my penis, and the other was around my waist.

“Just for a little while.” I pleaded.

“Didn’t you already come?” Mom gently patted my butt

. “Just for a little while.”

“Mom isn’t saying you can’t come in, Mom is afraid you’ll get tired.”

“I’m not tired, good Mom.” Actually, I knew she was afraid I’d get tired, but the feeling at that moment was just too much for me.

“Go to sleep, tomorrow Mom will let you… let you go somewhere else.” She stammered the last part, and I didn’t quite understand what she meant, but that was the gist of it.

“Good Mom.” I pleaded with her while gently teasing her clitoris with the hand she had placed between her legs.

"Ah... um." Mom let out a soft moan. I know her too well. I know she's genuinely worried about tiring me out; deep down, she still wants me to fuck her. They say women in their thirties are like wolves, and in their forties like tigers. The main reason for our incest is that my mother is a very slutty and wanton woman, and she's at the age where she's like a wolf, desperately needing to be fucked, while my father isn't around. Even if they did have sex, as she said, my father ejaculated in less than 10 minutes, so she probably wouldn't be satisfied.

Anyway, I know that once I arouse her desire, she won't be able to resist.

Sure enough, as I pressed harder and faster on her clitoris, her breathing and moans grew louder, and her legs clamped my hand tighter.

"Um... oh... you naughty... child, you're disobedient." Mom pretended to be angry and lightly pinched my penis, then started stroking it in rhythm with me.

I didn't say anything, just rubbed her swollen clitoris hard.

"Ah... um... oh... ah... ah..." I knew the time had come, so I rolled over and got out of bed. My mother cooperated by lying flat on the bed as well.

"You're going to be exhausted." My mother held my penis and gently pressed it down. I cooperated by thrusting my hips forward, and my entire penis went into her vagina.

"Ah..." My mother cried out, "Too... too deep..."

"Does it hurt, Mom?" I stopped there, afraid to move anymore.

"Move, move, son."

"Oh... um... ah... ah..." My mother kept moaning and kneading her big breasts with her hands.

"Ah... um... good son... Mom feels so good... so good... ah... um..."

I lowered my head and kept teasing her nipples with the tip of my tongue.

"Ah... um... oh... um ah..."

"Is it good... is it good, Mom?" This was probably the first time I asked her how she felt, and I don't remember how I said it.

"So good...so good...my son is so good at fucking...fucks Mom to death..." Mom gently wiggled her buttocks, holding my head in her hands and pressing it hard against her breasts.

"Fuck you to death." That was what I wanted to say at that moment, but I didn't dare to say it out loud.

"Oh...ah...oh...faster, son...faster..." The last two words were almost shouted out by Mom...I knew she was coming, so I used all my strength to start thrusting hard.

"Ah...ah ah. Ah ah...ah...um...ah oh...oh ah...coming...coming...ah..."

"Um...whoosh...oh..."

I felt something scalding hot poured onto my glans, making me shudder.

"Ah..." Mom raised her buttocks high, twisting and turning. Because she raised her buttocks so high, my penis slipped out of her vagina.

"You naughty son, it feels so good. So good...fuck me to death, it's coming. Ah...it's coming too fast..." Mom gestured for me to lie on top of her. She hugged me and stroked my head. "Is Mom's vagina loose?" This was the second time she'd asked this question.

"No." Actually, I didn't know how to answer. She was the first woman I'd ever slept with; I'd never touched any other women. How would I know? At that time, I even thought every woman was the same…

"

You're lying." Mom pinched my nose. "Good boy, son, put your little penis in here." After saying that, Mom rolled over on the bed, knelt down, and stuck her butt out, then spread her buttocks apart with her hands.

"Huh?" I was dumbfounded, not understanding what she meant.

"Put it in here." I saw her use her right hand to probe her vagina a few times, then smear some of her vaginal fluid on her anus.

"This?" I touched her anus with my hand.

"Hmm, it might be a little dirty in here, but it's tighter than Mom's vagina." Mom said, still smearing the fluid flowing from her vagina onto her anus.

"Oh." I half-squatted on the bed, seemingly understanding, and aimed my penis at her anus. Because she was quite tall, she was kneeling on the bed. If I knelt there too, my penis wouldn't reach her anus, so I could only half-squat.

I aimed at her anus and pushed hard.

"Whoosh!" My penis veered off course and landed on top of her anus.

I straightened my penis, aimed at her anus, and prepared to attack again.

"Slow down, son. This place can't be entered in one go." Mom used her hands to forcefully spread her

buttocks.

"Hmm." I pushed forward with all my might, but her anus seemed to dislike my penis, and the second attack failed again.

"I can't get in." I felt a little disappointed.

"Use some saliva."

"Huh?" I didn't understand what she meant.

"Silly boy, use some saliva and put it on Mom's anus."

"Oh." After she finished speaking, I spat out some saliva and smeared it all over her anus.

"Son, push harder."

"Mmm." I spat out some more saliva, wiped it off, and prepared to attack again.

"Are you having trouble?" Mom turned around and asked, looking at my half-squatting position.

"Mmm."

So she lowered her buttocks a little, which made me more comfortable. I could kneel on the bed, and my penis was at the perfect height, right against her anus.

"Come on, son, push harder."

"Mmm." I responded, holding my penis, and aimed at her anus again. With a push of my buttocks, *plop*, I felt my glans being tightly wrapped. Perhaps "wrapped" isn't quite accurate; it was a special feeling I'd never experienced before, like being clamped by something, or... Anyway, before I could think any further, I was interrupted by Mom's scream.

"Ah..." After the scream, the feeling disappeared.

"Mom." I was startled by her sudden scream. I don't know if it was because I was frightened or because she was in too much pain, but the glans that had just been inserted slipped out of her anus again.

“It’s okay, son. Let’s try again.” After saying that, she spread her buttocks open with her hands to make it easier for me to penetrate.

“Mom, does it hurt? Should I go in again?” I knew this feeling must be unpleasant, even though I had never tried it before, even though this was my first time.

“It’s okay, your dad has been in before, come on.”

“Okay.” So I grabbed my penis and repeated the previous movements. Perhaps because I had already gone in once, this time, it didn’t take much effort, and that special feeling came again.

“Ah…wait, slower, slower…slower…” Mom reached back and held my penis, preventing me from going any deeper.

“Slower, baby, wait a minute. Oh…um…” I knew she must be in a lot of pain, so I didn’t dare to move anymore, kneeling there, not knowing what to do. At that moment, I only felt that the area around my glans was being squeezed tightly, and her anus was gripping my glans, moving back and forth. I can’t describe what that feeling was like, it just felt very comfortable, very comfortable.

“Get some saliva.” Mom held my penis, directing my every move.

So I spat out some more saliva and smeared it around her anus and on my penis.

"Slowly, a little more in... ah." Her moans were completely different from before. If her previous moans were pleasure, then this sound was torture.

But I really couldn't resist this feeling; it was many times stronger than the feeling of penetrating her vagina before.

Anyway, whatever, it's not like I'm the one who wants to go in.

Slowly, my penis was already two-thirds of the way in, and her painful moans were getting softer and softer.

"Is it good, son?" Mom let go of my penis, put her hands on the bed, and asked me.

"Mmm."

"Move, slowly."

So I held her buttocks with both hands and began to slowly thrust in and out.

"Ah... ah..." My movements were very slow, and she began to moan with the speed of my thrusts.

"Ah, fuck, this feeling is so amazing," I thought to myself. I finally understood why she asked that question. It was like this: if you compared her vagina to her asshole, it was one to three. Her asshole was incredibly tight, warm and taut inside, making my penis feel almost numb. The only downside was the dryness, making thrusting a little less smooth.

Slowly, I increased my speed. "Ah...ah...oh...um...ah..." "Slap. Slap slap...

slap..." "Oh...whoosh.um..." The empty room was filled only with her moans, the sound of my abdomen hitting her buttocks, and my panting.

"Okay? Son..."

"Okay." I answered while fucking her.

"Mmm, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me to death... fuck Mom to death... oh... mmm... oh ah..."

"Mmm, Mom, is it good?"

"It's good, fuck me, Mom doesn't hurt anymore, fuck me hard, fuck Mom to death..."

"Mmm."

"Ah... mmm... son... Mom's asshole is being fucked so hard... ah... mmm... oh...

it feels so good."

"I'll fuck you to death." At that moment, I was also rushing with blood. I felt that what she said was more enjoyable than having sex. At first, I wanted to say that I didn't dare, but she kept saying it, so I simply didn't care and went for it.

“Fuck me, Mom’s pussy is for her son to fuck, fuck Mom to death… oh. ah…”

“Fuck you to death. Hmm… oh…”

Maybe I was thrusting too fast, my cock accidentally slipped out of her ass. I held my cock, trying to put it back in, but I saw that my hand holding it was covered in her poop.

“What’s wrong?” Mom turned around and asked me

. “Nothing.” Without thinking, I grabbed at something randomly with my hand, and then put my cock back into her ass. This time, her ass was almost as big as her vagina from my fucking, and it went in easily.

“Hmm… oh… From now on… from now on, Mom’s pussy… pussy and ass will always be fucked by you, as long as… as long as you’re obedient, okay?” Mom said to me while moaning softly.

“Hmm, fucking Mom’s pussy feels so good.” I slowly learned those lewd words from her mouth, and gradually I even dared to say them out loud.

"Don't tell anyone, understand?"

"Okay." It seems she really treats me like a child. Although I don't quite understand that a son doing this kind of thing with his mother is incest, who doesn't know that a son having sex with his mother is impossible and forbidden?

"Fuck me, Mom's asshole is about to be fucked raw."

"Mom's asshole feels so good." I held her buttocks and started to speed up.

"Ah... um... so good... harder... fuck... fuck Mom to death... ah... no...

I can't take it anymore ..." She rubbed her clitoris hard while frantically twisting her buttocks, shouting incessantly.

"Hurry up, son, Mom's coming, hurry..." Her shouts made me wonder if the neighbors next door could hear her in the dead of night.

"Ah, oh, um, faster, ah... ah... Mommy's being fucked to heaven by you... ah... um..."

"Me too. I'm coming too... oh... fuck you to death... huff... oh."

"Faster... ah... fuck Mommy to death... ah ah ah ah... fuck me to death... ah..."

"Slap slap slap." My lower abdomen kept hitting her buttocks. With her loud moans and my heavy breathing, my semen shot into her anus without a drop falling. Exhausted, I collapsed on her body, panting heavily.

"Was it good, son?" Mom asked, touching my buttocks.

"So good." I told myself to be bolder. This isn't just anyone, it's your mother. What's there to be embarrassed about? "Was it good, you naughty mother?"

"You brat."

"Hehe." I chuckled lewdly and started moving again on top of her.

"Aren't you done yet?" Mom slapped my buttocks.

Although I had ejaculated, my penis was still hard. I'm young, hehe.

"Come out quickly, go wash it, it's definitely covered in poop," Mom said

. "Stay a little longer."

"Go quickly."

I slowly pulled my penis out of her anus. My penis was covered in all sorts of messy stuff, it looked pretty disgusting. There was some yellowish stuff, which must have been poop, and some red stuff mixed in, which must have been blood. There was also some sticky, transparent stuff that I didn't know what it was. Anyway, I felt a little nauseous at the time, so I didn't ask anymore. I just tore off a piece of toilet paper, wrapped my penis in it, and ran to the bathroom to wash it.

From then on, my sex routine with my mom was basically to have sex with her vagina first and then with her anus. But later it got much better than this anal sex. Mom bought an enema kit, lubricant, and even a lot of sex toys, because she's an adult, she doesn't need to be embarrassed to buy these things.

Me and Mom (Real Incest Season 3)

I propped my head up, looking at my mom sleeping soundly beside me, and did some quick calculations. It's been almost a year since we had our first sexual encounter. But neither of us could have imagined that her simple idea of having me sleep in the same room to supervise my studies would turn out this way. Thinking about it carefully, I don't know if it's lucky, ridiculous, laughable, or tragic.

In the past year or so, she transformed me from a clueless boy about sex into a seasoned veteran who drove her to ecstasy every night. And I don't know how to describe her. To put it bluntly, she's my mentor. I don't deny that she's very seductive, with a kind of lewdness that emanates from her very bones. I don't know if it's from spending so much time together, or if that's just her true nature, but calling her seductive, wanton, or even lewd wouldn't be an exaggeration. Although she's my mother and I shouldn't say that, the fact remains.

"Silly boy, what are you looking at?" While I was lost in thought, my mother woke up, interrupting my reverie.

"Nothing," I said with a grin, reaching under the covers to gently stroke her nipple.

"Stop fooling around, go wash your face, Mom's going to cook." Mom reached under the bed to get her bra and panties.

"Just a little while." I held her down, not letting her get up.

"Stop fooling around, you almost fucked me to death yesterday."

"I think it's your body that's not up to par, I only came once." I joked.

"You insisted on putting a condom on your dick, how long do you think it lasted that time?" Mom pinched my nose and sat up on the bed.

"Hehe." I chuckled lewdly, "Mom, I don't want to go to school today." I lay back down on the bed .

"No, no, I don't want to go." Mom said while putting on her bra.

"Okay." I pulled the blanket over my head, ready to sleep a little longer, I was indeed a little tired last night. Now, my relationship with Mom doesn't seem like that of a mother and son, it looks more like that of a couple. She's too lazy to control me now, she just laid down three rules for me: no causing trouble outside, no staying out all night, and the last rule isn't really a rule, it's that everything she allows me to do can't be known by my dad.

So I started to escalate my behavior. I was terrified of my father, but since the emperor was far away, the only person who could control me now acted more like a married couple with me than with my father. Sometimes I think about it, it's quite amusing.

Back then, I only had four things to do each day: play video games, go home and have sex with

my mother, eat, and sleep. I don't remember exactly when, but it was already dark when I came out of the arcade. On the way, I was thinking about how I should torment my lewd mother tonight. Should I put a dildo in her ass and then fuck her vagina at the same time? Or should I stuff a bunch of bouncy balls into her ass and make her pull them out? Or something else? Anyway, I'd tried everything. Although it didn't matter what I did, I just wanted to fuck her.

As soon as I entered the house, I felt something was wrong. Why were there extra shoes? I tried to run out, but it was too late.

"Come in!" A deafening roar startled me.

I took off my shoes, trembling, and walked into the living room. "Dad," I said, my head bowed, in a voice so low I could barely hear myself.

"Come here." I saw my dad's face was pale; he was definitely furious, and without a doubt, I was the one who had angered him. My mom sat beside him, silent.

I walked over, my mind racing, trying to recall what I had done to upset him so much.

Oh no! A picture suddenly flashed through my mind: perhaps he came home to get something, and then he found the things my mom and I used together—the enema kit, the dildo… Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over me…

"That's not right." Even if he found out, so what? That's my mom's business. Everyone has physical needs. If you want to be fucked, and no one's fucking you, why not take care of it yourself?

"Slap." Before I could think of anything else, I felt a burning pain on my face.

"Fuck you, why aren't you studying properly?"

That slap woke me up. It must have been his words that made me realize something.

"I..." My feelings were so complicated at that moment, but after that slap and those words, I felt relieved. I thought he had found out about my affair with my mom. If he really found out, I would be dead. Now it seems he was just angry because I wasn't studying properly, so it doesn't matter.

"Fuck you, tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I..."

"Say it."

"What do you mean, what do you want to do?" "

Slap!" He smashed a glass, and then he tried to hit me again.

"Don't hit him! Why are you hitting him?" My mom panicked and quickly stopped him.

"Tell me what you want to do, continue your studies or not?"

"I don't want to continue." I impulsively blurted out those three words without hesitation

. "Fine." I didn't expect what he did next to surprise me. I thought he would beat me up after hearing those three words, but he became calmer than before.

"I..." I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

"Don't talk so much nonsense. You don't want to study anymore, right?"

"Yes."

"I'll process your withdrawal tomorrow, so I won't have to worry about you." After saying that, he turned and walked into the bedroom that belonged to him, but which I had occupied for more than a year.

"Does it hurt?" My mom rubbed my face with concern.

"It's okay." I turned and walked into my room. It was supposed to be my room, but it felt so unfamiliar. I only moved into this room when my dad came back. Sometimes he came back once a week, sometimes every two weeks, so I slept in this room very rarely in the past year.

My father and I finished our conversation in a few minutes. Maybe it wasn't really a conversation, but anyway, it was a very unpleasant night. None of the three of us ate dinner.

"Are you asleep?" Mom asked from the doorway

. "No." I glanced at the pager; it was 8:45.

"Still angry?" Mom came in.

"No." In the dim light of the living room, I glanced at her.

I don't know if it was because of the unpleasant thing that happened between Dad and me, or because Mom was dressed so plainly today, but I had absolutely no desire to have sex with her. Every day, just thinking about having sex with Mom makes my penis instantly hard, even just looking at her makes it erect. When it's just the two of us at home, Mom always dresses very sexily—a thin silk nightgown with only sexy underwear underneath. But today she was wearing gray sweatpants and my dad's police shirt over them.

"Don't be angry. He said he'd process your withdrawal from school tomorrow. He'll get angry with you again if he sees you like this."

"Okay." I lay there without moving

. "Get up and eat something."

"No." I turned over.

"Be good, Mom will come over to sleep later and let you have your way with me." She whispered in my ear.

I listened to her and turned to look at her.

"Get up quickly, or you won't have any energy later." Mom kissed me on the cheek and whispered

. "Okay." I smiled through my tears. Actually, thinking about it carefully, this was better. It was better to not go to school than to secretly skip school behind Dad's back.

"Where's Dad?" I asked while shoveling food into my mouth.

"He went to sleep because he was angry."

"He's so angry." I muttered while stuffing food into my mouth.

After finishing my meal, I went into my room and lay back down on the bed. Actually, I didn't eat because of what Mom said; I was just a little hungry. Love doesn't happen every day, but Mom can have her way with you every day.

Lying alone in bed, I didn't know what I was thinking, and I was even about to fall asleep.

Then I saw the living room light go out, and less than a minute later, my bedroom door closed, and my mother slipped into my bed.

"Does it still hurt?" my mother asked, slipping her hand inside my underwear and gently stroking my penis.

"My dad didn't hit my penis." The previous unpleasantness was completely replaced by the impending ecstasy, and I started joking with her again.

"Keep your voice down." She lightly pinched my penis. "If your dad dares to hit your little pecker, I'll fight him to the death."

"No way, how will he hold his grandson if he breaks it?"

"Little brat, you're so young, how can you hold your grandson?"

"You're afraid my dad will break it and no one will discipline you, hehe." I chuckled mischievously.

"You naughty son, your little pecker belongs to Mom alone, and Mom's pussy only needs your penis to enter. If you never talk to Mom again, Mom will kill herself."

"What are you saying, Mom? I will never talk to you."

"Forget it, why are you talking about this? You're going to get married someday."

"No, I'm just teasing you. I'm not getting married. I'll always stay with Mom." I felt this topic was a bit heavy, and I also felt my words were a bit hypocritical. So I quickly changed the subject. "My dad can't come over, right?" I asked. I was a little worried. This was the first time my mom and I had sex under these circumstances. Before, when my dad came back, they always slept in the same room. After all, they were a real couple.

"No, he's angry right now, what would he do here?"

"Can't he come looking for you if you come here?" I was still worried.

"What would he do for me?" My penis was already hard from her ministrations, and she was masturbating me.

"It's been a long time since we last met, I have to get you to fuck me." I was getting aroused by her and put my hand inside her bra.

"His penis came in less than five minutes, what's the point of fucking him? You brat, stop fucking all the time." Mom pretended to be angry.

"Isn't this what you taught me, hehe." I hugged her, about to take her right there and then. "Mom, is the door locked?"

"Yes, I told your dad I was coming over to talk to you and get you to change your mind and continue going to school." Mom probably thought my underwear was in the way, so she let go of my penis and tried to take off my underwear.

"I'm not going, I already said I'm not going, so let's just go all the way and avoid sneaking around."

"No, no, Mom just wanted an excuse to come and sleep with you. Mom's used to sleeping with her precious son, and now I feel nauseous just looking at him. His dick is all dirty, it just slips in and out, and it's as soft as a wilted eggplant. I need to take a shower. Besides, who knows what he does all day outside? It's not a big deal if I catch some disease, but if you come in and catch it too, Mom will be heartbroken."

"Mom is the best." I sat up abruptly, quickly took off my clothes, and then helped her undress completely.

"I'm your mother, if I'm not good, who is? We won't interfere with him. He even dared to hit my son, I can't bear to hit him. Mom doesn't need money now. He's just a lousy cop. If he hits you again, Mom will divorce him."

"It's okay, Mom, don't be angry." I knew my mom was worried about me.

"Mom..." She was about to say something, but her mouth was already covered by my tongue, and she couldn't say anything.

"Hmm... Son, lick Mom's pubic

area." "Okay." I rolled over and lay on top of her, then gently licked her earlobe, neck, and kissed all the way down to her pubic hair.

"You naughty boy, you're getting better and better at this." Mom held my head and gently pressed it down, indicating that I should lick her clitoris and vulva. I slightly resisted her strength with my head, my mouth staying above her clitoris, gently circling and wandering around her pubic hair with the tip of my tongue. Occasionally, I would take her pubic hair into my mouth, and slowly her pubic hair was wet with my saliva. Then I started to change targets, and when the tip of my tongue just touched her clitoris, her body trembled slightly.

"Mmm..."

I kept licking her clitoris from bottom to top with my tongue. Her vagina was already gushing with lustful fluid. Thanks to her lustful fluid and nearly a year of anal sex, her anus could now easily accommodate two fingers. I inserted two fingers into her anus, and my thumb went into her vagina, gently tapping. My tongue was still battling with that "little bean."

"Mmm... ah... oh..." she moaned softly, occasionally making "ouch, ouch" sounds.

I knew she was afraid to make too much noise. If her moans used to be 50 decibels, now they were probably only 5 decibels or even less. But these moans sounded more alluring than ever before. Perhaps it was just my imagination.

"Lick... lick her anus... ouch..."

"What?" Because her voice was too soft, I didn't hear clearly.

"Lick Mommy's anus... mmm..."

This time I was obedient. I gently pulled my fingers out of her anus, and then my mouth enveloped her anus. It wasn't that I was being obedient; I'd just had enough of licking. I was about to stick my penis in right away, but then she made me lick her anus. I didn't want to go against her wishes, but licking anus is a really pleasurable thing, and I quite like it.

"Mom, you've licked my anus so much... ouch..."

I spread her buttocks apart, sticking out my tongue, moving my head back and forth. I felt like my tongue was already two-thirds of the way into her anus, and I felt a slightly astringent sensation on the tip of my tongue. I couldn't quite tell if it was astringent or not, but I was sure of one thing: she definitely hadn't given me an enema; at most, she'd just washed the outside of her anus. I licked for who knows how long, until the sides of my mouth were sore, and my tongue was starting to feel numb. So I got up and knelt on the bed.

"Come in, son, fuck me," she said softly, then obediently spread her legs, parting her labia to make it easier for me to enter. Actually, since her vaginal fluids and my saliva were present, there was no need for her to hold me up. Perhaps it was because the person about to have sex with her was her own son; a mother would consider everything for her son.

"Hmm." I held my penis, preparing to insert it into her vagina.

"Why don't you just fuck my ass? This bed creaks so much, I don't want you to be unable to ejaculate inside me and make noise that your dad will hear."

"No." After saying that, I inserted my penis into her vagina without her being prepared.

"Ah." Unexpectedly, this unexpected insertion made her cry out.

"Come here." My mother pulled my arm, making me lie on top of her, and then quickly covered us both with the blanket.

"You brat, are you stupid?" Her tone sounded a little angry

. "It's okay. He won't hear that one sound."

"His ears are sharper than a dog's." So we both hid under the blanket, not daring to move, even sweating from the heat. Actually, we were just feeling guilty.

After what seemed like an eternity, I couldn't stand it any longer. I threw back the covers. There was no sound outside

. "Take it out, be a good girl," Mom said, writhing, trying to squeeze my penis out of her vagina.

"That's more exciting, hehe," I chuckled lewdly, holding her hips to prevent it from slipping out.

"You little brat... um... ouch..." Mom laughed and scolded, then fell silent, replaced by soft moans.

Looking at the woman beneath me, no, to be precise, at my mother beneath me, I felt a strange unease. I'd always been afraid of my father, terribly afraid. Later, he went to work far away, and I grew up, but I was still afraid of him, even though I lived far away. Gradually, my fear turned into hatred. I always felt that maybe it would be better without him. And now, in another room just a wall away from him, I'm having sex with his woman, my mother, while he's having a homosexual tryst. It's utterly ridiculous.

"Did you cum? Ah... um... ouch..."

"No." I tried my best to suppress my heavy breathing; no matter what, I was still a little scared.

"Faster... faster, Mom can't take it anymore, I really want to... ah... I really want to scream... cum already... oh. um..."

"I won't cum, I won't cum," I said, gradually increasing my speed.

"You brat, don't... ah... don't torture... your old mom anymore, if you torture me again, I won't let you... ah... ah ah ah... um..."

"Will you let me or not?" I grabbed her breasts with my left hand, shaking and rubbing them vigorously, while my other thumb repeated the same action on her clitoris, thrusting even more violently. I knew she would definitely threaten me again by saying she wouldn't let me have sex with her anymore. She always said that, but if she really meant it, this wouldn't be happening now.

"Ah...ah...um...ah...oh...um...make way...ah...hurry, Mom's coming...ah..." She raised her head high, sticking out her tongue, and I cooperated by lowering my head and taking her tongue into my mouth.

"Um...um...uh..." She had already reached orgasm, but my movements hadn't stopped. Because her mouth was blocked by my tongue, she could only let out weak moans through her nose.

"Ah...fuck Mom to death...you don't...don't want Mom...don't want...ah...ah...you don't want Mom to live...live, right..."

"Fuck you to death. Fuck...oh. Fuck you to death." I lifted her thighs high, hoisted them onto my shoulders, and wrapped my arms around her thighs. "Slap slap slap." The sound of my lower abdomen hitting her buttocks and thighs was even louder than her moans and our voices.

"No...no..." Mom twisted her buttocks, her thighs clamped tightly around me, and her buttocks pushed upwards forcefully. With her doing this, I could no longer thrust in and out at will. I moved back a little, breaking free from her grasp, and continued fucking her. "It's too loud, don't... ah... oh... ah... no... oh..."

"Coming... oh... coming..." I didn't care anymore; when you're about to climax, everything else is forgotten. Maybe it's just me, but anyway, at that moment, I didn't care about my dad or anything else; ejaculating was the most important thing.

"Ah... Mom's pussy... ah... um... ouch... fuck me to death... ouch..." She squeezed my neck tightly with her legs, her buttocks raised high, twisting and turning, the sounds coming from her mouth I don't know how to describe, but I'll never forget that feeling.

"Oh... Mom's pussy... what's wrong... feels good, right..."

"Ah... um... um... oh. Mom... Mom's pussy... you've fucked it raw... fucked it raw... um... it's..."

"Coming... um..."

With a warm gush of fluid, I also reached my climax. Perhaps it was because of the frequency of sex, or perhaps it was because of the tension, I don't know why. Normally I wouldn't ejaculate so quickly. In the first six months of having sex with my mother, I could ejaculate three times in a row inside her. Even now, a year later, I can still ejaculate and then fuck her again. But this time...

I collapsed on my mother, sucking on her breasts, my right middle finger in her mouth. She sucked on my finger incessantly, as if giving me oral sex. At this moment, my penis unknowingly slipped out of her vagina. I hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping myself.

"You naughty son." Mom reached down and groped around, finally stopping at my now-normal penis. "It's okay, you were just too nervous."

"How did you know what I wanted to say?" I asked, a little surprised

. "You're my own flesh and blood, do you think I wouldn't know what you wanted to say or do? Silly."

"Yeah, my mom knows me best." I kissed her lips.

"Don't kiss me like that." Mom flicked my forehead

. "Then I'll kiss your lower mouth." I was about to do it

when Mom quickly grabbed my head to stop me. "No, good son, don't do that."

"Just one kiss."

"Mommy's pussy and asshole are for her son. After your dad leaves tomorrow, Mommy will let you fuck me properly."

"Just a little kiss, can't I not go in?"

"Mommy wants it as soon as you kiss me, but I don't dare to scream when you come in, it's uncomfortable. This broken bed of yours, it even makes a sound when you push. Your dad is smarter than a monkey." "

Then will you pull the bouncy ball tomorrow?" Thinking back, it was quite funny when I said that. I forgot exactly what I said, but that was the gist of it. But watching her pull the bouncy ball was a real treat. (Everyone should know what a bouncy ball is, it's probably made of rubber, and it bounces really high when you throw it. Many people born in the 80s probably played with it when they were kids.) I put some lubricant in her asshole, and then gently inserted four or five bouncy balls into her asshole. I watched her squat on the bed, and her asshole gradually expanded outwards. Then a little thing slowly emerged, and then with a "plop," the whole little ball was pulled out. It was so interesting. However, Mom wasn't too keen on it because the first time she did this, she probably didn't finish her enema, and the last ball came out along with her poop.

"Okay, Mom will play with you tomorrow. Now I'll cuddle you to sleep. If you don't sleep, I'll get really angry," she said gently, like she was coaxing a child.

"But I really want to make Mom feel good again today." Actually, I mainly wanted to do it again. First, I felt I ejaculated too quickly today, like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit. Second, I felt that under such stimulating conditions, if I didn't fuck her a couple more times, I'd really be letting my dad down.

"Mom has already been fucked to death by you. Mom came twice just now. You don't know how good it felt."

"But I just want to do it again," I persisted. "

Isn't your dad home? If he catches us, he'll kill us both." Looking back now, I realize I really put Mom in a difficult position.

"It's precisely because he's home that I want to do it again." I finally revealed my true thoughts, and immediately regretted it; I shouldn't have said that.

"You little pervert." Unexpectedly, Mom laughed when she heard me say that. "Mommy will suck it out for you."

"Mmm," I replied. Although I was young and didn't understand much, I knew that whether she gave me oral sex or I gave her oral sex, the result was the same: her ass and vagina would be fucked at will. Even when she gave me oral sex during her period, it always ended with me ejaculating in her ass.

"Mmm..." I couldn't help but groan. Mom's oral skills were truly exceptional. My penis, which was only semi-erect, became fully erect as soon as it entered her mouth. Suddenly, a strange feeling arose during the erection, a pleasure I had never experienced before.

"Ugh..." Suddenly, the feeling disappeared, followed by Mom's gagging sound.

"What's wrong?" I looked up at her. Although there was no light, I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I guessed she must be in a lot of pain.

"Nothing... Ugh... Too... Too deep."

I didn't know what to say because I didn't know what had happened.

"Was that good?" Mom asked me.

"Yeah, it felt like...I can't quite describe it," I confessed. "It was so good

it was practically in Mom's throat." She grabbed my penis and started licking it again.

"No wonder, it felt amazing," I thought to myself. "

You little brat, get down on all fours." Mom was like a general giving orders.

"Okay," I obediently got up and, imitating her

, knelt on the bed with my butt sticking out. Then she stuck out her tongue and gently moved it around my anus. Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. Gently licking, occasionally drawing circles on my anus with the tip of her tongue; or roughly imitating me, trying to forcefully penetrate my anus with the tip of her tongue. Accompanying my soft moans were her moans; I knew she must be masturbating too. Her tongue moved from top to bottom, reaching my testicles, gently licking, sucking, and then she took one of my testicles into her mouth.

"Mom, let me in," I pleaded.

“Baby, Mommy just suddenly thought of something new.” She then lay down beneath me, while I remained kneeling with my butt sticking out, her position directly beneath my penis.

“What?” I was stunned.

“Use your penis to fuck me.”

“Where?” In the darkness, I had no idea what she meant

. “In Mommy’s mouth.”

“No need, I’ll do it.” Just as I was about to find the entrance, Mommy spoke, and then my penis was taken into her mouth

. “Lower your body a little.”

“Okay, that’s right, fuck me, fuck me the way you usually fuck Mommy’s pussy.”

“Huh?” I was a little surprised; it was her mouth

, not her pussy. Seeing I didn’t move, Mommy started. It wasn’t a big deal, just oral sex, I thought.

“Ugh.” With that nauseating sound, that strange feeling from before returned.

“Ugh…fuck me…son…” She spat my penis out of her mouth and vomited twice more.

"Oh..." Although I didn't say anything, I understood. It was like trying to vomit by gagging; my glans was definitely poking her throat, which was why she felt like vomiting. And because it was poking her throat, I was experiencing a pleasure I'd never felt before.

People are selfish, aren't they? If you let me have sex, I'll have sex; if you don't let me, I'll find a way. That's my principle.

So I lowered myself and started masturbating. I didn't know what to expect, but once I did, I was shocked. The feeling... in three words, was wonderful.

I can't quite describe what it felt like; perhaps only those who have experienced it can understand. But I knew one thing for sure: what I was doing was causing my mother immense pain.

I couldn't see her expression, nor did I listen carefully to the sounds she made. One, two, three… I don't know how long we fucked, but Mom finally couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed my penis to stop me from going any deeper, then spat it out, followed by a series of gagging sounds.

"Son, I can't take it anymore, it's too uncomfortable."

"Mom, you should lie down." Actually, I understood that in this situation, she couldn't even make loud vomiting sounds; it must be torture for her.

"Let's go to the floor."

"Okay."

So Mom spread the blanket on the floor, bent over, and lay there, welcoming me.

I knelt there, not immediately entering

. "Come in quickly." Mom was getting impatient.

"Mom…" I suddenly thought of a bad idea.

"What is it?"

"I especially like hearing you say things like 'fuck' and 'cunt'." I said with a lewd grin.

"I'll hit you." She pretended to be angry

. "Really, Mom." I stroked her buttocks, occasionally teasing her anus with my tongue.

"Come in quickly," she said in a commanding tone.

"No, beg me."

"You brat, you're the one who wants to fuck your mother, and you expect me to beg you?"

"I won't come in unless you beg."

"Fine, I won't." She said it firmly, but her every move betrayed her words; she just kept her butt sticking out, completely still.

"Are you going to tell me or not?"

"No, hurry up, your dad might wake up and go to the bathroom, and if he hears, it'll be troublesome."

"I won't come in unless you tell me."

"Fine, I won't." "Okay, okay, my darling son, fuck your mother, I beg you."

Actually, I knew what she wanted to say; in my mind, she was incredibly slutty, she'd blurt out anything. Maybe because I deliberately made her say it, she was too embarrassed to say it.

"That doesn't sound good."

"My darling son, Mommy's pussy is so itchy, and my asshole is itchy too, come in quickly."

"Then I'll scratch it for you."

"You brat, what else do you want Mommy to say?"

"How should I know? Just improvise."

"Good son, Mommy's pussy can't take it anymore, hurry up and use your big cock to fuck me, fuck me to death, fuck me hard, Mommy's pussy is uncomfortable if you don't fuck it for a day, when you fuck me, Mommy feels so good, son's big cock fucks Mommy's pussy, Mommy's pussy..."

"Okay, hehe, I'll grant your wish." Before she could finish speaking, I couldn't take it anymore, so I prepared to mount her.

"Ah..."

This time my target was her pussy, in this situation, fucking her asshole would take a little longer, I couldn't wait.

"You brat, how can you talk to your mother like that?"

"I like hearing Mom say that."

"Like... um... but it's not okay, I... I... ah... I. After all, you're my mother. This... oh. Oh... it's not good to say that."

"I just like it, Mom, can you say that to me all the time?" I said while gently thrusting,

"No... no... you... you... ah... you have to... um like this... um... in the future... Mom... Mom won't let you... um... oh. fuck..."

"Okay, Mom." I didn't know what she was insisting on. What was wrong with saying this? I felt a little confused. She could say things like "fuck," "fuck Mom to death," and "Mom's pussy," so why couldn't she say this?

"Ouch... um... um... oh..."

She moaned comfortably, but I was suffering. Because the blanket on the floor wasn't very thick, I was kneeling on it, and my knees were killing me.

"Mommy, lie down." I pressed down on her buttocks, and she obediently cooperated, making it

more comfortable for me. I didn't have to kneel there anymore; she lay on the ground while I lay on top of her.

"Ah...oh...ouch...does it feel good, son?" she asked between moans.

"Mmm." I reached down and grabbed her breasts, starting to thrust rapidly.

"Ah...ahhh..." Her cries gradually became more rapid; I knew she was about to come again.

"Faster, ah...um...ah...faster...Mommy's pussy...ah...pussy makes you...ah...this...this orgasm...coming...ouch...being...being fucked to death by you...ah...ouch...this orgasm..." She was so overwhelmed by my fucking that she could barely speak.

"Mmm.Mmm...ah..." With a final long moan, I knew she had come. I pulled out my penis, made her turn over, and she cooperated by spreading her legs. I used my hands to bring her legs back together and lay on top of her again. My penis thrust into her vagina again between her legs. This position felt very comfortable. As my penis moved in and out of her vagina, the friction between her legs indirectly made me feel how tight her vagina was. To put it bluntly, the base of her thighs became part of what I was fucking.

"Ah... um... ouch..." she moaned softly, then grabbed my right hand and placed it on her clitoris.

"Does it... feel good?"

"Soo...mmm...so comfortable..." She wasn't idle either, vigorously rubbing her breasts with her hands.

"Fuck you to death..." I withdrew my right hand, then held her waist, preparing to speed up. "Fuck you to death...you slut." This was the first time I'd said this, and after saying it, I felt my face burning .

"..." When I finished saying this, my mother didn't react at all. I knew she was probably stunned by what I said, but that was just my guess.

"Fuck you to death...slut, fuck you to death..." I might as well go all the way, since I'd already said it, I said it again.

"Mmm...ah...oh...ah ah..." She still didn't speak, but because my thrusting speed was too fast, she had to cry out.

"Mom...ah...mmm...I...am...coming..." I was making my final sprint at the last moment.

"Fuck...fuck Mom to death...Mom is a slut...ah...fuck Mom to death...Mom...ah...the slut is coming too..." Although her voice was very soft and intermittent, I could still hear it clearly.

"Ah...mmm..."

"Mmm."

"Come on..." Because I was already about to ejaculate, and stimulated by her words, the last bit of my pitiful semen shot into her vagina.

"Ah..." Mom let out a long breath

, and I was still gently thrusting back and forth. This time, my penis performed quite well and didn't go soft immediately.

"You brat, stop moving."

"Fuck..." I was about to say "Fuck you to death, you little slut," but I couldn't say it anymore.

"You brat, didn't I tell you not to fuck me? Get up and wipe yourself."

I searched for a long time in the dark but couldn't find any toilet paper. In the end, Mom could only offer her panties. She used her panties to wipe my penis, which was full of semen and her vaginal fluid. Actually, it was almost dry. Then she wiped her vagina.

"Go to bed quickly." She got up and took the blanket to the bed.

"Okay."

Lying in bed, my mother hugged me. I thought this should have been a very enjoyable thing, but I never expected what would happen next. My impulsive decision to drop out of school resulted in me joining the army. There were many things I hadn't anticipated. But they all happened one by one. Life is beautiful and sexually fulfilling.

My mother and I (Real Incest Season 4)

I was lying between my mother's legs, repeatedly inserting a small ball into her anus. It went in, she pulled it out, I inserted it again, she pulled it out again. I was quite enjoying this game.

"Son?" My mother stroked my head.

"Yes." I answered without looking up.

"Your dad... your dad wants you... to join the army." My mother's voice was clearly weak when she said this, and she stammered.

"What?" I felt dizzy and looked up at her, not believing what she said.

My mother didn't say anything, but I knew she was definitely not joking. Watching the little ball I'd shoved into her anus being pulled out again, along with a few drops of semen, I lost all interest.

"I'm not going," I shouted, pulling the blanket over my head.

"Your dad's just afraid you won't go. He said your spot is already decided, and if you don't go, it'll be considered desertion, and the army will arrest you." Because my head was covered, I couldn't see my mother's expression, but expressions didn't matter. The most important thing was that I didn't know what she was thinking. Even if I hadn't covered my head, I wouldn't have known. But later I found out I'd been lied to; nothing would have happened if I hadn't gone.

"Mom, I'm not going," I cried, sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't know why I was crying. I'd been spoiled rotten since childhood, pampered by her. She'd buy me whatever I wanted, waited on me hand and foot. I didn't know if I couldn't bear the hardship and exhaustion of military service, or if I couldn't bear to leave her, couldn't bear to part with our nights of intimacy.

"Good son, don't cry." Mom pulled back the covers and hugged me. "Mom knows you're reluctant to leave me, but Mom is even more reluctant to leave you." She cried too.

"I won't go, I won't go. What can I do if I go? I can't even do laundry." I pounded on the bed with my hands. "What if you miss me when I go? What if I miss you? I won't go."

"Silly child." Mom wiped away her tears. "Mom will come to see you often. Be good, don't cry."

"Then I won't go either."

I don't know how or when I fell asleep that night. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, there's only one day left before I have to leave this home I've lived in for over ten years to join the army. In the end, I couldn't escape my dad's clutches.

The day before I left, Dad deliberately rushed back from work, saying he wanted to see me off, but who cared? I spent the whole day with Mom.

"Mom..." Mom sat on the sofa, and I lay on her lap.

She touched my mouth with her hand, signaling me to be quiet.

"How the hell are you? Still acting like a child? You're a soldier now." Dad was clearly unhappy to see me lying on Mom's lap. It wasn't about jealousy; he's a policeman, and to others, he might seem like a tough guy. But I'm not. I have a baby face and a childlike personality, even though I'm 18. He wants me to be like him, but I can't.

"He's leaving tomorrow, what are you going to do with him?" Mom was a little annoyed, gently pushing my head away and standing up. "Son, come on, let's go out and see if there's anything we haven't bought."

"Look at you, so pathetic. What will he lack in the army? He's like this because you spoiled him." My dad wanted to say something, but Mom pulled me out.

"Mom, let's go back. There's nothing left to buy." Actually, I didn't want to go back either. Seeing my dad made me furious. My only reason for going back was to find an opportunity, or rather, to use the little time I had left to have sex with her a few more times. Although my mom could sneak into my room at night, someone who knows their days are numbered always wants to do everything they should do while they're still alive. That's how I feel right now. Day or night, I just want to use these less than 24 hours to fuck her hard until I'm satisfied.

"You brat," Mom laughed and scolded, then started the car. "I know what you're thinking."

"Huh?" I pretended to be stupid .

After about 15 minutes, the car stopped in front of a small hotel next to the bus station.

"You brat, get out. "

"Hehe." I leered.

In that small hotel, on a dirty bed, I don't know how many times we did it, but we stopped when I was exhausted and my penis couldn't get hard anymore.

"Silly boy," Mom hugged me.

"You said you would come to see me often." I had no strength left and nestled in her arms.

"Yeah, does Mom ever go back on her word?" She pinched my nose and laughed, but it was a laugh that looked more like a cry.

"Want to fuck me again?" Mom asked, stroking my penis, which had long since surrendered.

"You'll have to ask it."

"Mom's asking if you want it."

"Yes, with Mom, no matter how many times I fuck you, it's never enough."

"You little rascal, you know how to talk." Mom gently stroked my penis with her hand, then brought her mouth close. "Mom isn't enough either, my precious son is so amazing."

"If you want it after I leave, you can do it yourself, but don't go looking for other men." Actually, I was just joking.

"Little brat, what are you saying?" She looked at me with a strange look, my memory of it is very blurry now, what kind of look was it? I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

"Is your mother that kind of person?" she asked.

"Yes, you're so horny, so wanton, so lewd." I thought silently in my heart but didn't dare to say it out loud. Actually, in my heart, or to be more precise, the impression she left on me in the past two years was that of a woman who wanted every man in the world to shove their penises into her vagina, although that's a bit of an exaggeration.

"Okay, look at your little chick, it's not working anymore." I glanced up at my penis; even when she gave me oral sex, it didn't get hard again. It seemed I'd really reached my limit.

She came over and hugged me. We talked a lot, but I don't remember what we said. About half an hour later, we got dressed and came out of that small hotel. That was my first time in a hotel, and with my mom. Before I knew it,

I'd been living in the army for over three months. I was gradually getting used to this life, and I'd survived the hardest and most tiring days. Because we were in a technical unit, after the three-month basic training, we wouldn't be immediately assigned to different companies but would have to stay in basic training for another three months to learn professional skills. During those three months, I looked forward to my mom visiting me every day, but unfortunately, I was disappointed every day. Although we had the freedom to make phone calls, there was a rule on top of that freedom: five minutes per person. This rule turned freedom into constraint. The small phone booth was packed with people. Even when it was my turn, I didn't know what to say to my mom. Should I say I missed her? Should I say my penis missed her more? Should I say I wanted to fuck her? Dream on. So, I lost interest in calling her, only occasionally calling to reassure her.

Another three months passed, and I don't know how I got through it. I feel like my willpower is quite strong; in those six whole months, I didn't masturbate even once. The main reason was that I was too scared, because there was a grown man sleeping next to me at night.

Soon, we were assigned to various companies, beginning another new round of military life.

"Han Juncan" (pseudonym)

"Present!"

"The station chief wants to see you."

"Yes, sir."

Today was Sunday. Being assigned to a company was much more comfortable than in basic training. We could even take leave every week. I had just returned from taking a shower with two comrades when I heard my squad leader yell at me. I

quickly walked to the station chief's office and knocked. "Report!"

"Come in!"

"Dad...Mom..." As soon as I stepped inside, I was stunned. My parents were sitting on the sofa in the station chief's office.

"Look at your precious little darling, you've only been here a few days, and your old man couldn't wait to see you." The station chief said with a smile that

he hadn't seen them in a long time, and suddenly seeing them again left him speechless, mainly because of the presence of a "high-ranking officer."

"You two chat, I'll go see if those who took leave have returned." The station chief saw my hesitation and tactfully made an excuse to leave.

"Wang Zhan, let's go out for a bite to eat later." My dad stood up and said to him,

"No need, no need, what's the point of eating? You two chat."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, but it had nothing to do with me. I was catching up with my mom. "You've

gained a little weight." She took my hand and touched my face, saying,

"Yeah, I've probably eaten more now." Since my dad was there, I couldn't do anything, otherwise I would have already taken advantage of her on the spot.

"It'll be better after you leave the company, right? Not as tiring as before." My mom kept holding my hand

. "Yeah. The last three months in recruit training weren't too tiring, but it's just not as free as here." I looked at my mom. She seemed to have become younger and more beautiful than she had been six months ago. In my memory, she always had straight hair, but now she had her hair styled into big curls and dyed it golden. Her skin was already very fair and delicate, and with her current hairstyle, she looked like a porcelain doll. I felt an inexplicable fondness for her. Looking at her more closely, my fantasies only intensified. Her already long legs, accentuated by the stockings, were simply flawless. I wanted nothing more than to rush up to her, tear the stockings off without even taking them off, and then thrust my penis inside her without hesitation…

I couldn't bear to look any further. “You were scared by your mother, weren't you?” My father’s words interrupted my reverie. I never expected that after half a year, my father, who always seemed so stern whenever we met, would joke like this.

“Oh…no,” I forced a smile. How could he possibly know about my affair with my mother?

“She’s 40 years old, yet she dresses like an 18-year-old. I told you it doesn’t look good. You’re a soldier too, look at her whole appearance, it’s not attractive, is it?” My father pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and offered me one

. This action stunned me.

"Stop pretending, have a smoke."

"Hehe." I chuckled and took the cigarette, lighting it for him

. "Anyone who didn't know better would think you two were sisters." Dad said, taking a deep drag.

"Hehe." I didn't know what to say, only able to chuckle awkwardly. How could he know Mom's intentions? To be honest, I've seen plenty of pretty young girls—cute, mature, elegant. But I'm completely uninterested, not even having fantasies, no matter how pretty. But now, seeing Mom, even though she's forty, her clothes and appearance are no different from an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl. Most importantly, she's like me—no, I should say I take after Mom—both have baby faces. If I hadn't been trying so hard to control myself, my penis would probably have burst through my pants the moment I saw her.

"How is it?" Dad felt it wasn't good to keep dwelling on this topic, so he changed the subject.

"Pretty good."

A bunch of nonsense was skipped over. That evening, Dad, Mom, me, and a few leaders from the station sat around a table. Dad's meaning was clear: taking good care of them would benefit me for the next year and a half.

After a few rounds of drinks and several dishes, these bastards were almost all drunk, except for Mom and me. Because only the two of us knew what was going to happen next.

"Um... well..." the station chief said, "You take Jun Can away, I'll give him... give him a day off, and he'll be back... the day after tomorrow." The station chief swayed as he stood up, his words slurred from drinking.

"Isn't that a bit much?"

"No... it's nothing... I'm the boss here." Then he swayed as he picked up his glass again, "Just... just this one, I can't take it anymore, bottoms up..."

Half an hour later, Mom, Dad, and I arrived at their hotel. Since they hadn't expected the station chief to release me, the room they booked only had a double bed.

"Maybe I should get him another room," Mom said, seeking Dad's permission.

"Go ahead and get him a room, it'll have to do. This big bed isn't too big."

"It'll be too cramped for three people," I quickly chimed in, knowing what Mom meant.

"How much do you earn a month?" His question caught me off guard

. "You don't have to pay for it," Mom said, turning to leave

. "Get the hell out of here!" Dad cursed, clearly drunk. He got up and staggered out.

"Where are you going?" Mom grabbed him.

"You two stay here, I'm going out."

"Dad, slow down," I said insincerely.

"I missed you so much." Dad had barely left, and Mom had just closed the door and hadn't even turned around when I grabbed her from behind and showered her with kisses.

"You brat," Mom turned around and hugged me tightly, letting my tongue roam over her face. I felt like a puppy, licking her face until it was covered in drool.

"I missed Mommy so much, you brat." Her movements were even rougher than mine.

"What did you miss about me?" I asked while nibbling at her neck.

"Mommy's cunt missed you, missed you so much." As I said this, she squatted down and was about to pull down my pants. "Let Mommy see, has your little dick grown?"

"..." Her words stunned me. I guess she had really been pent up for the past six months, otherwise she wouldn't be like this.

I was about to say some more lewd words, but it was too late, my dick was already in her mouth.

"Oh..." The feeling was too intense, probably because I hadn't had any sex for the past six months. Her actions made my whole body feel tingly, especially my glans. I almost ejaculated instantly.

"Ah... um..." I stood there holding her head. She squatted there and started giving me oral sex. Apart from the first few times when she gave me oral sex during sex, I had never felt this way again. I didn't expect that feeling to come back today.

"Is it good?" She took my dick out of her mouth and gently stroked my testicles as she asked me.

"So good...so good...Mom...let's get in bed..."

"Mmm..."

In no time, I stripped us both naked. Maybe Mom's stockings were of good quality, otherwise, with my rough handling, I would have definitely torn them.

"You naughty boy, hurry up, lick Mommy's...it's killing me..."

"Mmm..." Just what I wanted, so I swiftly began to serve that "old friend" I hadn't seen for half a year.

"Mmm...ah...so good...so good...ah...mmm ah..." While licking her clitoris, my fingers were already inside her vagina, frantically, roughly, and rapidly manipulating her.

"Ah...mmm...son...ah..."

"I missed you so much...I missed you so much. You naughty mom..." Taking advantage of the wetness inside her vagina, I moved my fingers to her anus. Same as before, two fingers, effortless.

"Have you been doing it yourself all the time?" My tongue had moved to lick her vaginal opening, while my fingers rapidly thrust in and out of her anus.

"Ah...mmm...oh oh..."

"I'm asking you a question." The tone I used to speak to her now didn't sound like a son talking to his mother, but rather like a husband talking to his wife, a client talking to a prostitute, something like that. "

Mmm...mmm...yes...ah..."

"How can you be so lewd?" I've thought a lot during these six months in the army. Why didn't I dare say some outrageous things before? First, I didn't dare, but thinking about it carefully, since she's already let me fuck her willingly, what else is there that I wouldn't dare to do? I finally figured out why. It was because I felt too young, and some things I said might not be appropriate for my age, or perhaps I was immature, and I felt embarrassed to say them. But now I've come to terms with it. Sometimes I think that when I sleep with my mother again, I won't be embarrassed to say anything anymore.

“Ah… um… Mom… Mom fantasizes that you are fucking Mom… so… ah…”

“Then why don’t you come to see me…” I was very particular about this.

“Your dad… ah… um… oh oh… oh… your dad won’t allow it…”

“Then I’ll fuck you to death today.”

“Fuck me… ah… fuck Mom to death… Mom’s pussy… ah. um… Mom’s broken pussy… I miss you so much…”

“No. Yours isn’t broken pussy…”

“Um… oh… it’s a slutty pussy… oh… ah… son… ah. Stop licking… come in… ah. ah. Fuck me in. Mom… Mom can’t take it anymore… fuck Mom now… ah…”

“No…” I moved my position again, moving my tongue to her anus. Perhaps because of the rush, she hadn’t had time to clean, and her vagina and anus had a strange smell. Never mind, it’s not like I haven’t done it before, it doesn’t matter.

“Good son, fuck Mommy, Mommy…my pussy…Mommy’s pussy misses you so much…If you don’t fuck Mommy…ah…um…oh…oh…If you don’t fuck Mommy, Mommy is…is going to die…please…um…please…baby…son…come in…fuck me…fuck me into my pussy…ah…fuck me to death…”

“I really didn’t expect you to remember.” I raised my head with a grin.

“Come in quickly…um…”

“Um, okay. I’ll satisfy you. Actually, my big cock misses you too, I always want to fuck you…today I’ll fuck your cunt until it’s swollen…” So I prepared to mount her.

“Knock knock knock” Before I could go in, there was a knock on the door.

“Damn it.” I cursed softly. I

saw Mommy sit up abruptly and quickly put on her clothes, but the more she rushed, the less she could put them on. The knocking on the door hadn’t stopped.

I was sitting there naked, completely dumbfounded, when this sudden jolt startled me, and my penis became half-erect. We both knew there was no one else around; it was definitely my dad.

"What...what are you doing? Hurry up and get dressed! Never mind, never mind, just get under the covers." My mom was at a loss for words. She finally managed to get almost dressed, tidied her messy hair, and went barefoot to open the door.

"Who is it?"

I didn't hear a response; she had already opened the door, and my dad swayed in.

"Why is it so damn hard to open a door?"

"My son and I are asleep; I need to get dressed."

"Damn it." I only heard my dad curse as he walked into the room.

"Didn't you say you'd get another room?"

"Get a fucking one."

That's just how my dad is; my mom and I know him too well. My mom ignored him, and the three of us slept in one bed, my mom in the middle, and my dad and I on either side.

"Damn it, why isn't he dead?" I cursed silently in my mind. I

lay there for about ten minutes, in complete silence, eerily quiet.

Gradually, this silence was broken by another kind of annoying snoring, but this annoying snoring was now exactly what I longed for, and because of my longing, I had transformed from hating it into liking it. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. I knew that my damn dad had fallen asleep.

"Are you asleep?" Mom leaned closer to me and asked softly.

"No..."

"Shh." She gently covered my mouth with her hand.

"Don't talk." Then she grabbed my penis.

"Thank goodness, I didn't get impotent from being scared." I secretly rejoiced that

Mom hadn't said anything. She turned over, her back to me, pulled her jeans and underwear down to her knees, and then touched my penis with her hand.

Even a fool could guess what she meant, so I leaned forward, my chest against her back. I held my penis, groping for the entrance, but the position felt a little off, so I shifted down. I gently pulled her stomach towards me, and it was like we were telepathically connected. She seemed to understand what I meant, so she carefully arched her back slightly to make it easier for me to penetrate. Even in this situation, her lower body was already incredibly wet. Thanks to her cooperation, I easily positioned the head of my penis at the entrance of her vagina, and with a gentle upward thrust of my hips, "plop," my penis slid into her.

She trembled slightly, gripping my thigh tightly with her hands. I knew what she meant; she was signaling me to be gentler, slower. Even if she hadn't said it, I knew I couldn't act recklessly in this situation.

"Mmm," I hummed softly. It felt so good. It had been six months since I'd fucked her, and suddenly penetrating her felt almost unbearable. I didn't know if it was the position or because I hadn't fucked her in so long. Her vagina was tightly gripping my penis—or rather, squeezing it, like fucking her ass. If six months ago, her vagina felt warm, now it felt like it was burning hot, so hot I almost ejaculated.

I didn't move, not because I was afraid or didn't want to, but because I couldn't. I knew that even the slightest movement would likely cause me to ejaculate. She placed her hand on my buttocks, guiding them gently towards her, indicating that I should fuck her. But she had no idea how I felt; she probably thought I was too scared to move.

"Wait," I had to say. I felt she was even more eager than I was; she was starting to take the initiative, gently moving her hips back and forth. I held her stomach, stopping her movements. The urge to ejaculate hadn't subsided.

Gradually, as the intense urge to ejaculate subsided, I began to slowly thrust. "Hot, fucking hot," I thought to myself. It definitely wasn't the position. For some reason, her vagina was so tight. Could it really be because I hadn't fucked her in six months?

"Mmm..." I gradually sped up, and she let out a soft moan.

"I fucking want to hear you moan, I dream about it," I thought as I fucked her.

"Sizzle, plop, sizzle, plop," the hotel bed was nice; even with vigorous movement, it didn't creak. My dad, sleeping like a log next to me, wouldn't notice at all. But the sound of my penis going in and out of my mom's vagina was quite loud. She was secreting too much vaginal fluid, and feeling a little guilty, I had to slow down.

Although I didn't know what expression my mom had, I knew she must be in a lot of pain. She was like a dead person, her back to me, letting my penis go in and out of her

vagina without daring to make a sound. I moved my hand down from her stomach, between her legs, groping for her clitoris. Her clitoris was large, so I didn't need to search for it deliberately. I gently stroked it, and under the double stimulation, she arched her buttocks back, her legs clamping my hand painfully. Just as I was about to increase the pressure, she stopped me. She grabbed my hand, signaling me to stop.

If this were the old me, I would never have listened to her. Maybe it's because I've grown up and learned to think about others. I knew she was in pain, but the biggest reason was that my dad was still there.

So I obediently withdrew my right hand, but my penis was still relentlessly thrusting into her vagina.

"Oh... um..." I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I sped up

. "Sizzle, plop, sizzle, plop." Whenever I sped up, that sound—which I usually loved to hear—felt incredibly annoying now.

Mom noticed and patted my butt to signal me to stop, but I was about to ejaculate, so I didn't care what she said. I just kept going.

"Sizzle, plop, sizzle, plop." There were no moans, not even heavy breathing. Dad's snoring came and went. In that situation, I ejaculated, a warm stream that had been held back for more than half a year gushing out.

"Ah." I knew Mom couldn't hold back and cried out.

I ejaculated too much. Just before I was about to ejaculate, I thrust my penis deep into her vagina, and my semen gushed out like a burst dam, four or five streams. I don't know if it was from the orgasm or from the heat, but her body trembled slightly uncontrollably. One hand gripped my buttocks tightly; her nails were long, even drawing blood.

As the long-awaited pleasure faded, I began

my second assault. Then, my mother stopped me. She rolled over and whispered, "Don't talk, go to the bathroom first."

I understood what she meant, so I picked up my pants from the floor and went straight to the bathroom. I

squatted on the toilet, waiting for a long time, but my mother didn't come in. Just as I was about to go out and see what was going on, the bathroom door opened.

"You brat, you're fucking me to death," my mother whispered, then locked the door behind her.

"He's such a nuisance," I said, hugging her and sucking on her nipple.

"Stop messing around, hurry up and fuck me again, or your dad will wake up and not see us, and then we're doomed." Mom frantically started looking for a spot.

"Don't look anymore, this is fine." I pointed to the bathroom sink. "Hold onto this, Mom."

"Okay." She obediently placed her hands on it, sticking her butt out.

"How come your water never dries up?" I squatted down and spread her legs, seeing her vulva glistening, and my semen still dripping out.

"You naughty boy, Mom missed you so much, come in."

"Okay." Without saying a word, I stood up, held my penis, and with a little force, thrust my entire penis into her vagina.

"Oh..."

"I'm going to fuck you, you slutty mom."

"Fuck me, um..." Mom reached out her right hand and turned on the faucet on the sink, the sound of the water slightly masking her moans.

I held her buttocks with both hands and started thrusting. Since I had already ejaculated once, the second time would take a long time to ejaculate, it used to be like that, but I don't know now.

"Mmm...ah...oh...ah...ah..." She began to moan in rhythm with my thrusts.

"Fuck...fuck you to death...fuck you to death...big cock fuck..." I thrust rapidly, constantly saying,

"No...ah...mmm...don't say...ah...words..."

I knew that the distance of about ten meters, plus a not-so-soundproof door and the sound of running water, couldn't completely cover up the sounds we were making, but I couldn't hold back. I had been holding it in for too long, and I couldn't control myself. I could only try to steady my rapid breathing to keep my voice down.

"Mom, I really can't take it anymore, I've missed you so much, my big cock can finally fuck you today..." I stopped, lay on top of her, and vigorously kneaded her breasts with my hands.

“Good son… oh… Mom too… good son… um… hurry up and fuck me… fuck… fuck me… ah… ah…”

I knew what she was going to say. Just like she said earlier, people who have drunk too much should understand. They either get up in the middle of the night to drink water or to go to the toilet, but it’s also possible that they sleep like a log when they’re drunk. She meant that I should ejaculate quickly and then go to bed. Otherwise, if my dad got up in the middle of the night and found the two of us gone, not to mention if we blocked the toilet… the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Um… Mom, you bend over properly and watch your son fuck you to death…” I held her buttocks with my left hand and wrapped my right arm around her waist, moving downwards.

“Fuck me… oh… fuck me hard… son’s big cock is so good… um… ah… good son… you’re so good at fucking… fuck me to death…” She tightly clamped my hand that was rubbing her clitoris between her legs, her buttocks were still twisting slightly, and she was moaning softly, but I could hear her clearly.

"Mmm... I'll fuck you to death..." I withdrew my right hand, placing both hands on her buttocks so I could thrust faster. My mother cooperated by lowering her buttocks even further.

"Mmm... Ah... Oh... Oh. Ah ah..."

"Mmm... Oh..."

"Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... I'm flying... Ah

mmm... Coming... Mmm..." With my increasingly faster thrusting speed, she was approaching madness. I looked at her in the mirror in front of me. Her large breasts hung low because she was bent over, and they swayed wildly back and forth with the rhythm of my thrusts, occasionally making a "slap slap" sound when they collided with her body. This was something I had never noticed before, or rather, never seen before.

"Mmm... Faster... Son... Ah... Ah... Faster... Harder... Fuck... Harder... Ah... Mmm... Faster... Faster... Faster... Ah... Ah..."

"Oh..." Sometimes I thought, if every thrust I made into her before, or to be more precise, if the speed at which my penis went in and out of her vagina was the speed of the few seconds before ejaculation, she would definitely be fucked unconscious.

With a muffled groan from me and a long moan from her, my semen shot into her vagina again, not a drop was wasted. Looking in the mirror, her eyes were closed, her brows slightly furrowed, she was biting her lip, and she was making soft humming sounds. At that moment, my only feeling towards her was four words: slutty, wanton.

My penis was still inside her, as hard as before I ejaculated. I stood there, silently watching, watching her alluring expression in the mirror. If it weren't for this damn interruption, I would have fucked her to death.

"Mom," I said, reluctant to finish so soon, but there was nothing I could do. So I prepared to pull my penis out.

"Hmm...son." Mom reached out and held my buttocks, signaling me not to pull out. "Stay one more minute."

"Okay." We stood there quietly in that position, neither of us moving. One minute, two minutes, neither of us knew how much time had passed. Perhaps I could have ejaculated a third time by then. Gradually, my penis went from hard to soft, slowly sliding out of her vagina.

"Baby, it feels so good." Mom turned around and hugged me. My head was pressed tightly against her large breasts, my nose buried between her cleavage. I even felt a little suffocated.

"Mom, I love you." I whispered, feeling a little embarrassed as I said it, because the love I spoke of wasn't the love between mother and son, but a man's love for a woman.

"Mom loves you too, son." Mom stroked my head and smiled,

"I mean..."

"What?" She was washing her lower body with water.

"Never mind." I turned to leave

. "You brat." Mom laughed; she clearly understood what I meant.

When I returned to the bedroom, I saw Dad sleeping like a log, his sprawling position taking up two-thirds of the double bed. I lay down and hugged him, but he didn't react at all. It seemed we were just overthinking things.

The night was both long and short. I can't even remember if I slept that night. Anyway, when the first rays of sunlight shone through the window in the morning, I knew that the night I thought was beautiful was over.

I thought that when I met Mom again, it would be passionate, incredibly joyful, and unforgettable. But I was wrong. That night wasn't passionate; there was only a man and a woman, or more accurately, a mother and son secretly venting their desires—desires that weren't accepted by the world—while carrying someone they had to carry. Perhaps all that remained was the unforgettable feeling.

Mom and I (True Incest Season 5)

had unknowingly been living in the army for a year and a half. This year and a half could be summed up in two words: "unbearable." But the reason I didn't realize it was because, over the past year and a half, my mother only visited me about once a month. My father, due to his good political performance, was promoted and moved to a place even further away from home. My mother's visits were mostly clandestine; even if she came openly, my father wouldn't know. Since that first night at the hotel, my mother and I haven't secretly made love. I even somewhat miss that feeling; frankly, humans are just like that.

It's already mid-June, and I guess my mother will be visiting again soon. All my unhappiness and worries vanish with this thought.

That night, during my night shift, the usually quiet duty room suddenly became noisy. It turned out that the shift leader's fiancée had come to see him, and she brought another woman. When I first saw this woman, I suddenly felt a strange impulse; I couldn't say whether it was psychological or physiological, maybe both.

Before I knew it, it was dinnertime. The two of them hadn't left; they went out to buy some vegetables, some lamb, and most importantly, two cases of beer.

Everyone sat around the table, chatting and laughing, preparing for a hot pot meal. But my mind wasn't on the food; I kept stealing glances at the woman sitting at my 1 o'clock position. She wasn't very pretty, probably about the same height as my mother, very thin, and had the same hairstyle as my mother. Since I didn't know her well, I didn't dare look at her closely. I just stole glances every now and then, but a very lewd thought kept running through my mind: I wanted to sleep with her. Or to put it more euphemistically, I wanted her to be my girlfriend.

"Jun Can, get the wine out of the bottle." The class monitor slapped me awake.

"I... I'll go to the toilet first." I got up and quickly walked out.

"Look at him, lazy donkey on a millstone, lots of shit and pee." I heard the class monitor's laughing and cursing behind me. Actually, I didn't want to go to the toilet. When I got to the door, I slapped myself hard across the face, not knowing why I suddenly had this thought. The person I love is my mother. I shouldn't have this thought, absolutely not. You can't do anything to betray your mother, I silently told myself. Adjusting my mindset, I turned around and quickly walked back into the house.

"Hurry up, hurry up, we've been waiting for you." The class monitor's girlfriend waved at me with a smile.

"Sorry." I scratched my head.

The meal took a long time, and as I drank more, I became more talkative. Perhaps due to the alcohol, I even started chatting with her. She was also very good at conversation. From her, I learned that her name was Lin Mengyu. She was 33 years old this year, but judging from her appearance, I always thought she was at most 20.

"No way, you're 33?" My eyes almost popped out.

"Doesn't look like it?" The class monitor's girlfriend interjected from the side.

"Too young." I wasn't just praising her; she really was too young.

Lin Mengyu was a very forthright woman, unlike most girls who were shy and hesitant. She was very generous. "Han...Han Juncan, right? Come on, let's have a drink."

"Thanks, sis." I picked up my glass and

drank it all in one gulp. That meal lasted until after 11 p.m. I took the initiative to be attentive, calling a car and taking them to the car. Seeing her get in the car, I actually felt a sense of reluctance, but I knew I was being presumptuous. Even if I really had the courage to do something that would betray my mother, she didn't take me seriously at all. Maybe in her eyes, I was just a little kid. It wasn't until I watched the car gradually disappear into the night and the class monitor patted me that I came back to my senses.

"Sis, what are you doing?" We exchanged phone numbers that day at dinner. The next night, it was already past 10 p.m., and I lay in bed, not knowing how much courage I mustered, before sending that text message.

"Who is this?" Less than a minute later, my phone vibrated twice. I eagerly opened the message, and when I saw those two words, I didn't know whether to be disappointed or happy.

"Han Juncan, you drank too much yesterday, didn't you?"

"You, little brother."

That was the first time we chatted via text message. It seemed like we talked until after 2 a.m. We talked about many things, from various interesting stories in the army to computer games. She told me she liked playing Legend 3, and finally we talked about relationships. Gradually, I've forgotten how long it's been, but we've been chatting almost every day. I realized I've fallen in love with this woman, although I don't know if it's love. Maybe I just want to sleep with her. Because I don't even know what love is. I don't know if I'm precocious or late-blooming, but before joining the army, apart from my mother, I had never actively contacted any woman.

"Sister, will you be my wife?" One rainy night, I finally mustered up the courage to confess to her because I could tell that she actually liked me.

"Buzz buzz buzz" My heart was pounding as I wondered how she would answer me. Unexpectedly, my phone rang. I looked at the number, and it was her calling.

I hesitated for two seconds, unsure whether to answer

. "Hello." I mustered my courage, picked up the phone, and pressed the call button .

"Are you serious?" Her voice was a little hoarse

. "Yes."

"Why?"

"No reason, I like you."

"Waaah." She cried, cried so hard.

I kept talking to her on the phone, but she didn't respond, leaving me at a loss.

"Jun Can, I promise you, I drank too much today, but I did it on purpose. I just wanted to have fun, I'm really happy..." After what seemed like forever, I received a message from her. She said so many things, things that almost brought me to tears, but unfortunately, I had already forgotten them all.

"Sister, I love you, I'll be good to you." I didn't know what else to say. After replying to her message, I really wanted to shout it out loud. I never thought chasing a woman would be so easy.

In the blink of an eye, it was already early July. Because another woman had appeared in my world, I seemed to care less about my mother, and I no longer cared so much about when she would come.

"Baby." I had just finished lunch and returned to my dorm. My phone kept vibrating in my pocket. I answered the phone, and my mother's slightly lewd voice came from the other end.

"Hehe." Although she couldn't see me, she knew I was definitely chuckling.

"Mom has some things to take care of here, so I probably won't be able to come see you for a few more days."

"What is it?" I was a little curious. Even if she had something important, she wouldn't not come to see me.

"Nothing, Mom will come to see you in a couple of days. Be good."

"Okay." This suited me just fine. I planned to get that little bitch sorted out soon and have sex with her, because I hadn't slept with any other woman besides my mother.

"Sweetie, give Mommy a kiss."

"Mwah, mwah, mwah." I showered the phone with kisses

. "Okay, okay, you little rascal, Mommy's hanging up."

"Okay, goodbye, you naughty mommy," I whispered into the phone

. "You brat." Mom laughed and hung up.

It was Saturday again. I'd already arranged with Lin Mengyu last night to take a day off to spend with her, but as a private, I was definitely not as senior as the sergeant. Usually, we only got half a day off. There were many requests but few slots, so I had no choice but to go to the station chief and tell him my mom was coming. The station chief readily granted me a day off. Actually, he knew that as soon as my mom arrived, he'd get another gift.

Lin Mengyu cooked a huge feast for me. Although it didn't look that appealing, it tasted pretty good. We each opened a bottle of beer and ate and chatted, but my mind wasn't on the food.

"Can't you sit next to me?" We sat facing each other at a round table. I sat on the bed, and she sat on a stool.

"It's so crowded."

"Fine, don't come if you don't want to." I picked up my wine glass, gesturing for her to take a sip .

"Come on, come on." She came over with her glass, and I shifted to the side to make room for her .

I was one step closer to my plan, and I chuckled to myself.

Under the influence of alcohol, I prepared to launch my attack. I put down my chopsticks and put my right arm around her waist. She didn't resist, and showed no intention of resisting at all, letting me hold her like that.

"You must be tired after making so many dishes," I asked her .

"No, as long as you like it, that's fine."

"Then how can I repay you?" I said with a sly smile.

"You don't get to eat anything good in the army. If you want to eat something, just tell me, and then come to my place." I don't know if I was overthinking it, but she seemed to have some of my mother's traits, even the same gestures she liked to make. She smiled, pinched my nose, and gently swayed it from side to side.

"Then give me a kiss."

"No."

My right hand didn't leave her waist. I reached out my left hand, put it on her shoulder, and easily pushed her down onto the bed. Since she was lying flat on the bed, I gently pulled her towards me with my left hand. Actually, it wasn't that I used force, but rather that she cooperated; she turned around very readily. Without a word, our tongues were already intertwined. Because I don't know much about women, and mainly because I wasn't brave at first, we just kept fighting with our tongues, kissing for who knows how long. Actually, my penis was already hard when I first kissed her, but unfortunately, I didn't dare to go any further. "

I'll take the plunge," I told myself, and I gently slipped my hand inside her clothes.

"Oh, it feels pretty good." Her skin was quite smooth, and because she was already in her thirties, her lower abdomen was slightly plump, giving it an indescribable feel to the touch. My mother, on the other hand, usually paid special attention to her appearance, especially regarding her weight. Before, my mother had a lot of belly fat, but after I joined the army, she used some kind of mysterious method to lose weight and get down to around 80 pounds, and her stomach was flat.

My hand slowly moved upwards, my tongue still ravaging her mouth, and gradually my hand touched her bra. So I reached down her back with my left hand, trying to find the clasp on her bra.

"Hmm..." She stuck my tongue out of her mouth. "Was it too fast? I..."

Before she could finish, it was too late; her bra was already unhooked.

"Fast?" I ignored her. When my hand touched her completely unprotected breasts, I didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed. They were so damn small, flat.

"Whatever, I'll just fuck them first," I thought. God is so unfair. This is the first woman I've fucked, not counting my mother, but her breasts are practically an airport runway. If you compare them to my mother's breasts, you're missing the line.

"Hmm..." I gently kneaded her breasts, which I couldn't even grasp with my hands. When I played with my mother's breasts, I could grab them and squeeze them hard, but what about her? I could only place my palms flat on her breasts and keep kneading them, though I could occasionally grab them (chuckle). She probably got aroused by what I was doing, because she let out a soft moan.

Her nipples were quite large, and I kept flicking them up and down and side to side with one finger.

"Oh..." She would only moan briefly before falling silent, which made me wonder if I was making her uncomfortable or if she was just too embarrassed

to stop playing with her breasts. My hand slowly moved downwards, preparing to attack her private parts. I was wondering what to do if she resisted, but to my surprise, I easily touched something furry. However, it wasn't so easy to reach further down. Because she was wearing tight jeans, her crotch was constricted by the pants, and my hand could only reach above her clitoris.

"Wife," I kissed her cheek.

"Hmm?"

"Take off your pants," I whispered

. "You're so annoying," she laughed and scolded, then gently unbuttoned her pants.

So this is how easy it is to fuck a woman, I thought to myself. So I got up on the bed and helped her take off her pants.

"Heh, beautiful." She was wearing a pair of transparent black lace panties, her pubic hair peeking through, enough to make anyone's nose bleed just by looking at it. I love this kind of panty.

I slowly slipped one hand inside her panties, while my tongue once again invaded her mouth.

"Mmm...oh..." I gently rubbed her clitoris, and she began to moan softly.

Since I'm right-handed, my left hand felt awkward, so I flipped her to her right side. As I gradually increased my speed, she began to sway her body slightly, occasionally letting out intermittent moans.

After playing with her clitoris enough, my hand slowly moved downwards. Her vulva was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. My fingers kept circling around her clitoris, then I kept tapping her vulva with my middle finger.

Slowly, I began kissing her entire body: her earlobes, neck, breasts, stomach, navel, pubic hair—using everything I'd learned from my mother. My tongue eventually reached her clitoris. The moment my tongue touched it, her reaction was similar to my mother's: a slight tremor. But what happened next was unexpected: she tightly covered her clitoris and vulva with her hands.

"What's wrong, honey?" I asked, a little confused.

"Don't...don't lick it."

"It's okay, take your hands off."

"No."

She just kept covering it tightly, refusing to let go no matter what I said, making me a little embarrassed. Fine, fine, I won't lick it then. Do you think I want to? Perhaps she never expected me to be so bold. Her genitals weren't clean at all; they smelled strongly of something—a pleasant fragrance, probably perfume or body lotion—mixed with a fishy, pungent odor of urine, making it extremely unpleasant.

I don't know how to describe her. Maybe it's because I've had sex with my mother for too long, and I think every woman is like her. But I was wrong; I was so naive. I kept hoping she would say, "Honey, fuck me, hurry up and fuck my big cock in." But she just let out intermittent, weak moans.

"Fine, I'll fuck you then," I thought. So I got up from the bed, climbed on top of her, and she cooperated, spreading her legs to make it easier for me to penetrate.

I'm a seasoned pro, and it didn't take much effort for my entire cock to go in. Actually, I didn't intend to be so rough, but she was so wet that it went all the way in.

"Ah..." She was clearly not prepared, and let out a scream when I thrust into her.

"What's wrong, honey?" I stopped moving, not because I was afraid of what was wrong with her, but because her vagina, while not very tight, was definitely not loose either. My entire penis was tightly enveloped by her vagina, and a warm sensation first rushed to the glans, then spread throughout my entire penis. That warm, hot feeling came from all directions. Luckily, I had already gotten used to this feeling, otherwise I would have definitely ejaculated as soon as I penetrated her.

"N-nothing... nothing." Her eyes were slightly closed, and her expression looked like she was in pain.

"Oh." I don't care what you do, so I gently started thrusting. "Is this your pussy? I finally got to fuck you today, not bad." I thought to myself,

"Hmm... ah..." The initial pain had probably subsided, and she began to moan softly,

"Smack... smack... splat... splat..." My cock was thrusting in and out of her pussy, each thrust producing that sound I loved. I held her buttocks, signaling her to lift them higher, and then I lay on top of her, roughly kneading her buttocks with both hands. Just as I was about to use the lustful fluid flowing from her pussy to insert my fingers into her anus, she stopped me.

"No."

"What's wrong?" I was really angry at what she was doing.

"It hurts."

"Fuck you, pretending to be a virgin? I saw it when I was about to lick your pussy, those dark labia, who knows how many men have fucked them." I cursed inwardly

. "Just one finger in." My fingers gently roamed around her anus, occasionally making circles.

"No... um..." She moaned and shook her head, seemingly determined not to let me put it in.

"Fine, good things come to those who wait, I'll definitely put my whole cock in later." So I gave up on the idea of putting it in her anus and began to focus all my attention on attacking her vagina.

"Um... ah... oh oh..." Her moans were so monotonous that I wanted to sleep.

"Wife... is it good?" I decided to slowly guide her, to make her as lewd as my mother.

"Um... ah... um..." I didn't know if she was moaning or answering me, so I sped up.

"Is it good...is it good, wife...ah..." I asked again, panting heavily.

"Mmm...ah...ah..."

"Is it good for husband to fuck you, mmm...oh...you're in heaven, aren't you..."

"Oh...mmm...mmm..." No matter what I said, her only reaction was moaning and groaning, which almost made me go soft before I even ejaculated.

"I'll fuck you to death...I'll fuck your little slut to death...wife's cunt feels so good, I'll fuck you until you're exhausted..." Although having sex with her was very different from what I had expected, because of my continuous and rapid thrusting, I felt that I was about to ejaculate, so I said what I had been holding back.

"Hmm?" Her slightly closed eyes opened, and the monotonous moans ceased. She stared at me with wide eyes, as if I were a monster.

"Go to hell, I don't care about you." No matter what, I couldn't suppress the urge to ejaculate. I used all my strength, thrusting rapidly, fast enough to bring my mother to orgasm twice in a row. But even at that speed, she stared at me without uttering a sound.

"Oh..." I ejaculated, every drop of my semen shooting into her vagina. I collapsed onto her, panting heavily. But my first feeling after ejaculating wasn't pleasure, but a sudden thought of my mother, a strange sense of guilt, a feeling that I had done something wrong to her.

Oh well, what's done is done, there's no going back. So I lay on top of her, wanting to kiss her, but she turned her head away.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Nothing."

A bunch of small talk was skipped over. Back at the barracks that evening, I received a message from her. The densely packed text made my eyes blurry. It basically said that while I seemed well-behaved and cute, gentle and refined, I was incredibly wild during sex, swearing constantly. She didn't like men like that and hoped I would change.

After reading it, I found it utterly ridiculous. I had actually wanted to change her, to turn her into a big slut.

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, a week had passed. During that week, we hadn't seen each other, and we'd barely exchanged texts. Why? Nobody knew. Maybe she felt I wasn't as innocent as I appeared, and as for me, I just wanted to sleep with her.

Just after lunch, I saw a silver sedan drive in through the gate. At first, everyone thought it was a superior coming to inspect. The car stopped less than 10 meters away from us in an open area.

"Hey, a BMW!" A soldier my age, speaking with a thick Beijing accent, shouted loudly as if it were his own car.

"Jun Can, your sister!" One of my squad leaders patted my shoulder from behind, laughing loudly.

"Damn!"

The car door opened, and a woman about 1.7 meters tall, with a great figure and fashionable clothes, stepped out. She wore large sunglasses, and her golden hair made her look even more elegant. Her long, beautiful legs, barely covering her buttocks, were incredibly alluring. Holy crap, isn't that my mom? My dick immediately started getting restless.

"Hurry up and go over there, your sister's here." The squad leader knew it was my mom, but he was still joking.

"Fuck, she's rich." I heard someone whispering behind me,

"Is that really his sister?"

"Damn, that's his mom."

Hearing those words made me incredibly proud; my heart was pounding, I felt ecstatic. Such a beautiful, stunning mother, plus a brand-new BMW… I can still vividly recall that feeling; I'll never forget it.

“Mom, what brings you here?” I hesitated for a couple of seconds before running over.

“Mom missed you.” She took off her glasses and smiled at me.

“Our car?” I was a little incredulous. Just a year and a half ago, or even more recently, last month she was driving a beat-up Santana.

“Yeah.” Mom patted my head. “You’ve lost weight, honey? Not enjoying the food?”

“No.” I stared intently at her chest. Now I know what a chest is, I thought.

“You silly child, don’t be so irresponsible. Come on, let’s go see your boss.” She opened the trunk and took out two bags. Since they were black, I couldn’t tell what was inside, but they were definitely gifts.

“Mom, no!” I quickly stopped her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, a little puzzled.

"I..." If I told her I asked the station manager for leave because I went to sleep with another woman and said my mom was here, I don't know what she would think. Actually, I could have made up a reason, but my reaction wasn't quick enough at the time.

"Did you get into trouble?" Mom seemed a little anxious

. "No." Fine, so I gritted my teeth and stomped my foot, then told Mom the incomplete story.

"Oh." Mom simply indicated that she understood, then picked up her things and walked into our building. I knew she was definitely angry.

Fortunately, no matter what, she is still my mother, and she is very good at lying. When the station manager first saw her, he was a little surprised, probably thinking, "She's only been here for a week, why is she here again?" But when Mom handed him those things, he suddenly smiled broadly.

Two bags of things got me a day off, so I got into that BMW and sped away, disappearing into the envious eyes of a large group of people. That was the first time in my life I'd ever ridden in such a nice car. I was like a little kid, looking around and yelling, completely oblivious to my mother's expression. She drove without saying a word.

"Mom, what's wrong?" As my curiosity and excitement faded, I began to notice something was off about my mother.

“It’s nothing, sit still, or you’ll bump your head.” Mom didn’t even look at me.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” I really didn’t know what to say

. “Screech.” She slammed on the brakes, and my head almost hit the glass.

“You’re all grown up now, son.” Mom’s eyes were slightly red. “Mom shouldn’t have interfered with you like that, really, so you don’t need to apologize.”

“Mom.”

“Son, you’re twenty now, you have your own thoughts. I know that no matter how much Mom dresses up, no matter how much she tries to look younger, Mom is still getting old. I try my best every day to make myself look younger and prettier, not for anything else, I just want to make you like me…”

“Mom…”

“Let Mom finish.” Mom lit a cigarette and then threw the pack to me. “Mom doesn’t object to you having a girlfriend, because I’m your mother, and you’re my son. Even if you say you’ll never have a girlfriend, do you think that’s realistic? Mom and you are living in a fantasy, imagining that we’ll be together forever, but after all, we are mother and son. No matter what, we can’t… we can’t develop in the direction we want. That’s… that’s incest…”

"No, Mom. I love you... I haven't said it since I told you last time, but I really love you... I don't care about incest, I don't care..." I could roughly understand what my mother meant, and I burst into tears.

"Silly son," my mother hugged me and stroked my head, "You will always be my good son. I will get old, and you can't stay single forever."

"Mom, I was wrong, really wrong." I sobbed uncontrollably, snot streaming down her face.

"Silly boy, finding a girlfriend is a good thing. You did nothing wrong; it's Mom who's wrong." My hair was short, and I was nestled in her arms. I could clearly feel many wet drops falling onto my head—one drop, two drops, three drops… countless drops…

"Mom, please forgive me just this once. I promise I'll never do it again."

"Son, do you know that Mom doesn't mean to blame you? If you think Mom is blaming you or angry with you, then you've misunderstood Mom. What we did is unforgivable and will be condemned by countless people. Mom hopes you find a good partner. No matter what woman you choose, Mom will support you."

"No! I only want you, forever! I don't want anyone else!" I almost roared.

"Silly boy, you…" Before she could finish, my tongue had already sealed her lips.

"Mmm...son..."

I don't understand the concept of gradual progress, especially in this situation. My tongue had been ravaging her mouth for less than five seconds when my hand was already inside her clothes, frantically kneading her breasts through her bra. She was stunned by my sudden action. I ignored her and slipped my hand under the slit of her bra, forcefully pulling it up with the back of my hand. She came to her senses and kept trying to stop me with her hands. I knew she was just afraid of being seen by people outside, but our unit was located in a small ravine, and we hadn't even driven halfway out yet. The most accurate description of the surrounding area was that it was deserted. She was no match for me in strength, and she was only half-heartedly resisting. While frantically kneading her breasts and nipples, I used my other hand to forcefully push her into the seat.

"Good boy, stop making a fuss, let go of Mommy."

I had no time to listen to what she was saying. I pushed her down onto the car seat. Due to the limited space, she could only lean against the car door, but that was enough. I pulled my right hand, which was playing with her breasts, and forcefully lifted her denim skirt. When I felt it was about time, I ripped off her flesh-colored stockings. Damn, when her stockings were torn to shreds, I realized that she wasn't wearing underwear.

It seems that if what happened before hadn't happened, she still wanted me to continue fucking her. Without saying a word, I lowered my head, and my tongue made intimate contact with her clitoris.

“Mmm…son…”

“Don’t move, Mom.” I held her hips with both hands, and my tongue began to frantically lick her clitoris.

“Mmm…oh…there…someone is…”

“It’s okay, I just want to make Mom feel good.”

“Good son…oh…no…don’t…ah…Mom…mmm…”

Because the position wasn’t very good, I could only lick her vulva at most, so I gestured for her to move up a little so that my tongue could lick her anus.

“Good son…oh…mmm…ah…ah…no…don’t…mom…please…mom begs you.”

“No…I will always belong to Mom alone, and Mom will always be mine. I will only fuck Mom, and Mom can only be fucked by me, I swear Mom.” Although she was saying no, now her position allowed me to lick her anus completely.

She raised her buttocks high, and my tongue kept wandering over her anus, vulva, and clitoris.

“Mmm…stinky…stinky boy…oh…mmm…”

“Mom, do you still want me to fuck you…”

"Mmm...ah...let...let..." My tongue gently probed into her vagina, and my mother held my head, gently pushing it back and forth.

I don't know how long I did this, but my tongue and mouth were already sore. My mother was still immersed in the pleasure of me giving her oral sex. With my already masterful oral skills, her orgasm arrived.

"Ah...faster...ah...faster...I can't take it anymore...ah. Ahh...ah..." My tongue kept going in and out of her vagina, and her hands frantically rubbed her clitoris.

"Mmm..." Her legs squeezed my head tightly, her buttocks kept thrusting upwards, and her whole body trembled slightly.

"Mom..." I quickly took off my pants, indicating that she should give me oral sex.

"You naughty boy...mmm..." Her pleasure hadn't subsided yet, and after gently releasing her legs, she couldn't help but moan.

"Mmm...Mom..." The moment her fragrant tongue touched my penis, I couldn't help but cry out, although I was mostly faking it.

My mother's tongue kept circling my glans, sometimes sucking on it gently, sometimes swallowing my entire penis, constantly teasing it with her mouth and gloved hands. I reached for her breasts, gently pinching her nipples with my fingers.

"Mom."

"Hmm?" She teased my penis with her gloved hands, looking up at me.

"I want to go in."

"Mom will suck it out for you."

"Let's go to the back, I want to go in."

"Put your pants on." I knew what she meant, so I climbed over from the passenger seat to the back seat.

My mother straightened her skirt, took off her torn stockings, opened the car door, and got out. As soon as she opened the back door, I roughly pulled her in.

"Be gentle." My mother was probably hurt by me.

"My big penis has been wanting you so much."

"Hmm." She was clearly still a little unhappy,

so I took off my pants completely and made her lie flat on the seat. Despite her displeasure, she still cooperated, pulling her last remaining denim skirt down to her ankles.

I initially wanted to do something more, but then I thought better of it and decided to get straight to the point. Because the space was so cramped, I could only kneel on the car seat with one leg, the other half-kneeling below.

"Mommy, I'm in." I guided my penis to her vagina.

"Mmm." Mommy placed one leg on the passenger seat, her other leg on the back seat curled into a V-shape, and then she used her hands to spread her labia, preparing for my penetration.

"You naughty mommy, have you forgotten something?"

"You brat, hurry up and fuck me." Mommy's eyes were slightly closed. Because of the considerable amount of vaginal fluid, her hands were slippery, so she used her hands to spread her labia again.

"Really." With that, my penis was already inside her.

"Ah..."

"Hehe." I chuckled lewdly.

"You brat."

This position was really awkward, preventing my penis from going all the way in; at most, it went in halfway.

"Never mind," I thought, and started to slowly thrust.

"Mmm...ah..." she moaned softly,

"You stinky mommy...I'll fuck you to death..."

"Oh...oh...mmm...ah...ah..."

"Mmm...oh...Mommy...I'll fuck you to death...I'll fuck your little cunt to death..."

"Mmm...ah...ah...mmm...fuck me...mmm..."

I hoisted her leg, which was curled up in the back seat, onto my shoulder, and wrapped my right arm around her thigh that was on the passenger seat. This way, I could penetrate deeper, and it felt much better than before.

"Mmm...ah...oh oh...ah...son...ah..."

"Does it feel good?"

"Mmm...comfortable...mmm...mmm...ah...ah...comfortable."

"Do you still want me to fuck you?"

"Let...ah...ah...faster...mmm...let..."

"That's my good mommy..." I used all my strength, and my cock was thrusting back and forth rapidly in her vagina.

"Mmm...ah...fuck...fuck me to death...ah...mmm..."

"Fuck you to death...ah...Mommy...it feels so good inside...ah..."

"Fuck me...ah...mmm...Mommy's pussy...mmm...son is fucking...fucking so well...mmm...ah...oh...ahhh..."

That old feeling came back, all thanks to my cock, I chuckled to myself.

"Mmm...ah...faster...faster...faster..."

"Mmm...fuck you to death...are you coming yet..." I asked.

"Fast...ah...faster...faster...coming, coming...fuck me to death...ah...fuck me to death..."

"Ah...Mommy's pussy...ah. So..." "

Fast...faster...faster...ahhhhh..."

With her almost frantic moans, we reached orgasm at the same time. I didn't intend to ejaculate at all. Actually, if I had just held back, that feeling of almost ejaculating would have disappeared, but seeing how much I was fucking her, I felt like if I didn't stop, if I used a little more force, if I sped up a bit more, I could fuck her until she passed out.

I lay on top of my mother, who pulled her legs back and wrapped them around my waist, her tongue swirling wildly in my mouth.

"Son," my mother gently stroked my head,

"Mmm."

"Did you sleep with her?"

"Mmm." I nodded.

"Was her pussy good?"

"Not as good as Mom's." "

You're lying."

"Really." I kissed her hard on the cheek. "Nobody's as good as my mom." Actually, I was telling the truth. Although Lin Mengyu's pussy was tighter than my mother's, everything else paled in comparison to just one corner of my mom's.

"If you want it again later, go find her. Mom's not around, and I know you're feeling frustrated." Clearly, my words pleased her; she seemed very happy.

"No." I shook my head. "I'll never do it again. I only want Mom."

"Silly boy." Mom hugged me tighter. "Mom just loves you. Mom can't be too selfish. You're almost recovered. Mom will be with you every day then, keeping a close eye on you. Let's see how your little 'chick' will go out and cause trouble then."

"Hehe, that's my good mom." I understood what she meant and kissed her hard on the cheek.

"Silly child, Mom just thinks it's too selfish."

"No... I don't care. I don't care what others think. I'll always belong to Mom. That's how I'll be for the rest of my life."

"Silly boy." Mom smiled. "You're so young, and you're already talking about forever. You have a long road ahead of you."

"I don't care either." Saying that, I climbed off her, ready to have sex with her again.

"Silly boy," Mom quickly stopped me. "Aren't you tired?"

"Not tired at all. I'm not tired even after fucking Mom a few times." I grinned slyly.

"Alright, alright, get up. Mom came to see you so you could fuck me. Put your clothes on, we're going to a hotel."

"Doing it in the car is so romantic."

"If I break your back, you'll never be romantic." Mom said, getting up.

"Right here, okay

, Mom will be angry."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, alright?"

It was a very short day, it felt like only an hour had passed. Am I old? Not really, only 20. I spent the whole day with Mom in the hotel, but we only did it three times. I was just too exhausted. Maybe it's because we've done it too many times, the passion I had when I first encountered sex is gone.

We talked a lot that day, mostly about our relationship. Because we were both deeply in love and couldn't extricate ourselves. I don't know how to define this feeling. It's like knowing there's a tiger in the mountain, yet still venturing into the tiger's den; knowing this relationship is absolutely impossible, yet still trying. Even my mother, who is her age, is confused. Maybe I'm too naive. I always think this doesn't matter, as long as my mother and I truly love each other, as long as we both want to be together, what else matters? But when I said it, my mother laughed and called me a fool. If I'm a fool, then what is she? We're doing the same thing; perhaps the most fitting word is "unable to stop."

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