[06-01] [My Mother's Snow-White Legs]

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I later learned that she had come after arguing with my father. At that time, I was living in a single dormitory, the kind where everyone has their own room. When my mother arrived, I had to give her my bed and sleep on the floor myself. For the first two days, nothing happened, but gradually I became attracted to her. My mother was in her early forties then, but she didn't look old and maintained a good figure. I hadn't been with a woman for more than half a year and was really craving one. Being with my mother day and night, the more I looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed, and the more aroused I became. My mother dressed very casually in front of me, and sometimes when she changed clothes to go out, she would just ask me to turn around, and she was very kind to me. This wouldn't normally be a problem, but because I had a guilty conscience, I always felt that my mother was seducing me.
That night, I went to bed around 10 p.m. Soon after, my mother came into the room after taking a shower. She was wearing a short-sleeved white nightgown with floral patterns, and her freshly washed long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, making her look charming and delicate. Her snow-white and slender legs made my heart flutter. After Mom came into the room, she sat on the edge of the bed, drying her hair, and comfortably placed her feet on me. In my dazed state, I felt like Mom was teasing me, and after hesitating for a while, I tentatively reached out and took her feet in my hands. Mom didn't try to pull away, just kept drying her hair, letting me caress her soft feet. At that moment, I was even more convinced that Mom was teasing me. Unable to contain my elation, I secretly kissed Mom's lovely, bare feet.
After Mom finished drying her hair, she ignored me and went to sleep. I was greatly disappointed, wondering if I had just been imagining things. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Later, Mom got up and asked me why I couldn't sleep. I mumbled something I didn't even know. Then Mom said that since we couldn't sleep, let's talk, and she lay down next to me, gently holding my left hand on her cheek. I stared at Mom, feeling that her gaze was so gentle and alluring. My hope was rekindled, and I became excited again.
My mom and I first talked about her argument with my dad, and she complained about his faults. Then she steered the conversation towards me, which was almost exactly what I expected! Mom asked if I had a girlfriend, and I said no. Mom playfully imitated a line from a song, "You don't have a girlfriend? Of course I don't believe you." She then laughed happily. For
some reason, I was convinced that Mom was indeed flirting with me, and I decided to confront her. After thinking for a moment, I had a plan. I first changed the subject to some trivial things from my childhood, and then talked to Mom about the neighbors in my old neighborhood. Finally, I mustered all my courage and asked Mom, trembling, "Do you remember 'the family under the grape trellis'? That family was really interesting." Mom looked at me in surprise. She understood everything from my expression. She stared at me for a while as if she didn't recognize me, then shook her head, seemingly angry but not really, and said in a low voice, "It's late, go to sleep." She was about to get up. I realized
I had been presumptuous, and I felt ashamed, guilty, and angry all at once. Without thinking, I pressed myself against Mom. I felt a little scared after I pressed myself against my mother, but I soon realized she wasn't really angry. She was just both annoyed and amused by my recklessness—even though she was pretending to be angry. Her soft body and sweet scent fueled my desire, and I held her tightly, begging her to let me have her way. At first, she was adamant about letting me go, but as I persisted, her tone softened, and her eyes filled with tenderness. After a long period of hesitation, she finally whispered, "Just this once."
She didn't let me undress her completely, and we didn't engage in any passionate caresses or kisses. After a quick foreplay, we each took off our pants. I was very excited, but she seemed calm, lying there with her eyes closed, letting me do as I pleased… When I slowly inserted my penis into her warm, moist vagina, I felt like I was dreaming; I couldn't believe it was real. My head was spinning, a mix of excitement and nervousness I couldn't describe. I thrust wildly, savoring every pleasurable sensation...
Soon I reached climax, and as I ejaculated the last drop of semen, my penis quickly shrank back, slipping out of my mother's vagina with the slightest movement. I sat up, feeling uneasy and somewhat lost. My mother seemed calmer; she got up, dressed, and went to the bathroom. When she returned, we didn't speak again, silently going to bed. I lay there for a long time, unable to fall asleep. Sometimes I felt incredibly sweet, sometimes I felt guilty towards my mother. The old woman's words kept replaying in my mind: "You're so pretty, it's no wonder your son will want to sleep with you when he grows up!" I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Was this a self-fulfilling prophecy? Lost in these thoughts, I finally drifted off to sleep. That night, I think my mother also didn't sleep well.
I went to work early the next morning. I spent the day like a sleepwalker. When I returned to my dorm that evening, I thought my mother had left, but to my surprise, she was still there! She was chatting happily with a colleague who shared a room with me, and had even warmly invited him to dinner.
During dinner, my mother continued her lively conversation with him, but she didn't neglect me, occasionally speaking to me. My mother was wearing a white short-sleeved pajama top with a blue floral print, her long hair casually tied back, exuding the charm of a mature woman. My colleague seemed attracted to my mother as well; I noticed him stealing glances at her long, slender, white legs, which made me very unhappy. But thankfully he was there, otherwise, it would have been incredibly awkward for my mother and me to be alone together. However, during dinner, I gradually realized that my mother didn't seem to care much about what happened the night before. She invited that guy to dinner with us mainly for my sake—to prevent me from feeling awkward, and her gaze towards me held a tenderness I had never felt before. I breathed a sigh of relief, my guilt vanished, and a sweet joy, like that of first love, welled up inside me.
After dinner, I did housework with my mother, something I rarely do. We didn't exchange many words, but the feeling was warm, like newlyweds.
That night, we made love naturally. Mom still wouldn't let me help her undress, was reluctant to kiss me, and especially wouldn't let me kiss her private parts. But I still felt immense satisfaction.
In the following days, Mom and I made love every day. Mom gradually opened up, and when I could passionately kiss every part of her body—including her private parts—we quickly became one.
On the day Mom left, we were both reluctant to part, but we didn't say anything. Watching Mom calmly pack her things and leave, I felt like I had just experienced another heartbreak.
More than a month later, I took leave to visit my family and returned home. My parents were surprised that I went back then instead of during the Spring Festival, but they didn't ask too many questions. To my surprise, Mom treated me the same as before, whether there were other people around or not, as if nothing had ever happened between us.
Later, I couldn't resist anymore. One time, when it was just the two of us in the living room, I suddenly hugged Mom. Mom quickly pushed me away and left. After that, Mom never spent time alone with me again. I was disappointed, but I still wouldn't give up.
That evening, Mom went to a colleague's wedding alone. I felt my chance had come. After dinner, I waited for her on her way home in a quiet, secluded spot. Around 7 o'clock, Mom returned on her bicycle. There was no one around, and despite her objections, I dragged her to a secluded corner by the roadside. Mom scolded me in a low voice, and I held her tightly, begging for her forgiveness. Later, Mom stopped scolding me, and her body softened. I hugged her and kissed her passionately. I was so excited that I even wanted to pull down Mom's pants and have sex with her right there on the roadside. Mom was terrified and resisted fiercely, refusing to agree. Later, I had no choice but to suggest going to a hotel. Mom still refused; she was afraid of police checks and even more afraid of running into acquaintances. No matter how I tried to persuade her, it was no use.
We just sat there, but I was at a loss. I felt my whole body getting hot, and a desire I had never felt before surged within me. At that moment, I even felt that if I couldn't make love to my mother that night, I would be consumed by lust.
I frantically thought of one solution after another, only to be frustrated to find that none of them would work. Just when I was about to despair, a brilliant idea suddenly struck me: my mother's workplace. It was a small workplace, with no one working or on duty at night, and no one coming or going around—it was indeed a good place.
I happily told my mother about it, and at first, she still refused. Later, after my persistent pleading, she reluctantly agreed.
My mother and I returned to her workplace and sneaked in, like thieves. She didn't turn on the lights, and we groped our way into her office. Because of the streetlights, the office was brighter than the hallway outside. There were two desks in the office, one for my mother and one for another woman. Once inside, my mother instinctively went back to her desk and sat down. Perhaps due to nervousness and awkwardness, she seemed a little flustered.
At that moment, I didn't care about anything else; I quickly stripped off all my clothes, then lifted my mother onto the desk and started undressing her. My mother hesitated, not wanting to take her clothes off, so I told her that if she didn't, they would get very wrinkled. She thought about it and let me undress her.
I quickly kissed my mother's entire body, even kissing her feet and putting her toes in my mouth to please her. My mother giggled and pulled away; at this point, she wasn't so nervous anymore and gestured for me to hurry up and enter. I knew she was in a hurry to leave, so after a quick kiss on her lower body, I leaned in and slowly inserted my penis.
I felt that my mother was very dry inside, and she moaned softly, so I stopped. Seeing this, my mother quickly said it was alright and told me to continue. I was already burning with desire and didn't care anymore, so I hugged my mother tightly and slowly started thrusting.
After a while, my mother wasn't so dry inside, so I sped up my thrusting. But when I moved too much, the table started to rattle. My mother quickly told me to be gentler, but how could I control myself at that moment? Without thinking, I picked my mother up and put her on the ground, continuing to thrust wildly until I reached orgasm.
After I finished, I felt completely drained, weak all over, but I also felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. I lay there, not wanting to move at all. My mother, however, quickly got up and hurriedly cleaned herself and the floor. Seeing my mother like this, I had no choice but to get up and clean up with her, and then quickly left. I was extremely satisfied with my "rendezvous" with my mother, but I still felt guilty and sorry for her. The next afternoon, I left home and went back.
I didn't return home until the Spring Festival that year. During the Spring Festival, my father went out of town for two nights, and on those two nights, I secretly sneaked into my mother's room and made love to her. Both times, my mother was unwilling, afraid of being discovered by the family. Especially on the second night, she was very adamant at first, but after my persistent coaxing, she finally relented. Those two nights felt somewhat boring. Although I was very excited and reached orgasm, I couldn't find the feeling I had with my mother in the dormitory before.
Not long after the Spring Festival, I met my current wife, and I fell in love with her almost at first sight. I put in a lot of effort to make her my girlfriend, and then my wife. After having her, my desire for my mother faded. Of course, this was also related to the feeling I had for my mother during those last two nights, and besides, my mother and I truly had a rare opportunity.
After I got a girlfriend, my mother and I returned to our previous mother-son relationship, as if nothing had ever happened. We never mentioned it when we were together. I once thought that nothing would ever happen between my mother and me again.
My girlfriend and I were together for about two years before we started preparing for our wedding. I originally wanted to have the wedding banquet back home, but my girlfriend's family wasn't too keen on it. I already had a house, and my family didn't object, so we had the banquet locally.
About a week before my wedding, my parents came to help me prepare for the wedding and stayed with me in our new home. For some reason, my mother seemed especially beautiful those few days, and we often spent time alone together, which made me a little tempted again. But I didn't want to force my mother anymore, and with my father around, there really wasn't much of an opportunity, so I didn't dare to make any moves.
The day before my wedding, everyone in the family came, including my grandfather. After dinner, my father took my grandfather back to his hotel to rest. Only my mother and I were left in the new home. I knew this was a rare opportunity, but I was also worried that my father might not be back for a while, and besides, my mother might not agree.
My mother and I were sitting in the living room watching TV. She seemed quite interested in the programs, while I was captivated by her. She was wearing a short-sleeved white nightgown again; her elegant and beautiful face still didn't show her age, and she exuded a charming mature woman's allure, especially her long, slender, white legs, which were still so tempting.
My mother aroused me, but I hesitated, not daring to approach her. While I hesitated, time passed quickly. By 9 o'clock, I was completely disappointed. I secretly hoped my father would come home soon so I could be relieved.
Around 9:30, my father suddenly called, saying he was staying at a hotel with my grandfather that night and wouldn't be coming home. I was overjoyed. I don't even know what I said to him, but I was so grateful to him; even now, I still feel grateful to him.
When I hung up the phone, my mother looked at me curiously, and I told her that my father was staying at the hotel with my grandfather and wouldn't be coming home. Then I added, "Mom, it'll just be the two of us tonight." Mom immediately saw through my thoughts, blushed, and turned her head away.
At this point, I didn't hesitate at all; I immediately went forward and hugged Mom. Mom tried to push me away, saying somewhat shyly, "You're getting married tomorrow; it's too unfair to them." I didn't care about that and kept begging Mom to agree. Later, Mom couldn't resist my nagging and finally agreed.
I originally wanted to spend the night in the bridal chamber, but Mom absolutely refused, so we ended up spending it in the guest room. That night, Mom was so gentle and cooperative—although not very proactive. When my penis entered Mom's body again, listening to Mom's soft moans, my pleasure was indescribable. We enjoyed our lovemaking passionately and ecstatically until we both reached orgasm, then we fell asleep in each other's arms.
I woke up around 6 a.m. the next day. I found that Mom was already up and washing up, so I got up too. After getting up, I went to the bathroom to urinate, ignoring that Mom was combing her hair in the bathroom. Seeing this, Mom scolded me, saying I wasn't shy.
Mom looked very alluring as she combed her hair, and as I watched, my desire flared up again, so I hugged her from behind. Mom quickly told me to let go, saying Dad and the others were coming back soon and that I shouldn't be fooling around. I said Dad and the others wouldn't be back that early. Then I picked Mom up and, ignoring her protests, forced her into the new room to sleep on the new bed. After I undressed Mom, she had no choice but to make love to me again. Perhaps because we had done it the night before, it took me a long time to reach orgasm this time. Afterwards, Mom cleaned herself up while scolding me for being foolish. I smiled and said to Mom, "Mom, we've consummated our marriage, so you're my wife now." Mom blushed with embarrassment.
When Dad and the others returned, everyone got busy. That day, I didn't have another chance to be close to Mom. But I still took several photos with her. Some of the photos were taken with my mother embracing me, which made her a little nervous and uneasy. But that was unnecessary; people just thought we were a loving mother and son, and nothing more. I still often secretly look at those photos, reminiscing about the wonderful moments I shared with my mother.
After I got married, with my wife around, I had even fewer opportunities to be close to my mother. Nothing more happened between us. Now my mother looks older, and I'm not young anymore; I no longer have the urge to have sex with her. But I still cherish the times I spent with her. I also believe that the secret between my mother and me will never be known to anyone.

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