[06-01] [Stop squeezing me and Mom!]

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"Yulin! Are you done yet? Time to go..." I remember one summer after graduation when I was sixteen, I had
played video games , and this morning I was going shopping with my mom. My mom was thirty-nine years old that year, with the figure of an average
working woman; any man would want to take a second look at her. "Coming, coming, going shopping again..."
I replied, my eyes hurting so much I could barely open them.
Growing up in a single-parent family, I've always been my mom's best helper when shopping, because I can help her carry things and give
her advice. In this way, my mom often buys me toys or things I like, so I quite enjoy
shopping . Today was like any other day; my mom was wearing a light short skirt and casual sportswear, and I was also wearing a half-sleeved tracksuit.
I was browsing around like an IP-HOP, buying whatever caught my eye. For some reason,
we passed a Triumph counter, and my mother stopped and went inside. I
stood These days, lingerie counters aren't like they used to be; they display sexy lingerie boldly. Maybe I
didn't notice at first, but right in front of me was a sheer thong set that looked
incredibly revealing I'd just woken up, I started to get an erection. I was too scared to move. Then, suddenly, my mother
moved away from me and walked towards the garment. That beautiful bottom
brushed . I panicked and quickly took a small step back. My mother remained unmoved and continued looking at her clothes
. After a while, she said, "Let's go to the train station and then go shopping somewhere else." That's when we ended
our trip in this area and headed to our next shopping destination.
On the train, because it was an electric train, it was usually quite crowded during the summer holidays. My mother and I were standing
near the door, one of us. My mother was standing in front of me. For some reason, it got increasingly crowded. My
little brother, whose swelling had just subsided from walking, was further aggravated by the pushing and shoving. Oh no, I bumped into Mom's butt again, and
it got hard and throbbing again. Since our clothes were so thin, how could I say I couldn't feel my penis?
But I wanted to move away, otherwise my butt would bump into someone, making the atmosphere really awkward. Mom sensed my unease and
fidgeting, so she pretended to be calm, afraid I'd become even more anxious. So I stayed pressed against Mom's back,
unable to move, swaying with the train. During this process, I felt a mix of guilt and pleasure. And Mom?
She just closed her eyes. Was she trying to escape? Or was she, like me, somewhat intoxicated?
After about twenty minutes, we finally arrived... We got off the train one after another, and Mom, pretending to be nonchalant, smiled and said,
"Phew...we're finally here. Let's go to Sogo first." I nodded and followed her. When we got to Sogo, the first thing
Mom did was look for the restroom. I went into the restroom too, took out my penis to pee, and saw
that the glans was covered in white, clear discharge. I quickly grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped it off. After using the restroom
, I went outside and, as usual, waited for Mom. Standing there, I wondered if Mom
had Mom came out of the restroom. "Have you been waiting long?" “Hmm…
no, ” I replied, and we continued shopping at the department store. As we walked, something happened—maybe it was
because my mother was acting differently after getting off the bus—like a young girl, skipping around
as if . I started paying attention to her body, looking at her hips, her chest, her legs, every part of her
. I was completely captivated by her. My mother seemed to sense that someone was watching her every move,
so her movements became unusually graceful, as if she was afraid of giving a bad impression. Sometimes she would even
come up behind me, grab my shoulder, and ask… Whether it looks good or not, whether it's intentional or not, their buttocks and bodies bump against mine .
Except for my younger brother, now, no matter what we do, like helping Mom get money or bags, there's an unspoken understanding that we'll touch
each other's bodies.
When it's time to eat, Mom and I sit facing each other. She doesn't shy away from eating with her chest out,
as if afraid I'm not looking at her. I'm also resisting the temptation and eating my most reluctant meal. After dinner, Mom and I
went shopping again. We went into a clothing store, and Mom picked out an outfit to try on. When she came out, it was a
top with an off-the-shoulder design on the right side and a short skirt with frayed lace on the left. "Does it look good, Yulin?" The whole outfit
accentuated Mom's figure. "Hmm, so pretty!" Then Mom bought it and continued
shopping. "Oh! It's almost four o'clock. Okay, it's time to go home," Mom said. "Let's go back to the station.
" "
Okay!" "After saying that, we walked towards the station. The train was still crowded, and Mom was leaning against the door
, while I stood behind. I thought this time it wouldn't be as crowded, and it wouldn't be as awkward as last time. But to my surprise,
Mom leaned back and pressed against my younger brother. An immediate physical reaction occurred between us. Because of
the long-suppressed feeling and the current situation, I pretended it was crowded behind me and squeezed forward.
The swaying of the train created an indescribable feeling between Mom and me—perhaps it was animal instinct. Later, Mom
moved her right hip, which was pressed against my brother, to the right, placing her cleft on him. At this point, my brother was in
a position for sex. After one stop, even more people boarded, and Mom and I..." Mom was even closer, and at that moment, I don't know
why , I just wanted to put my little brother in the most comfortable position. So I reached into my pocket and
pried my hard little brother forward, pressing the head of my penis against Mom's anus and vagina. Maybe it was because our clothes were thin, but the
feeling was just like making love. I just wanted to see if I could push the other's underwear to the point of tearing it, so we could both have each other.
At this time Mom still kept her eyes tightly closed, her hands gripping the railing, afraid of losing her balance. We kept pressing against each other like that until we got
to the train station to go home. After getting off the train, Mom came to her senses and walked forward, and I followed closely behind her. After leaving
the train station , we got into a taxi, one on each side. Maybe the driver had been drinking, because he said, "Oh, are you two
arguing? Why are you sitting so far apart!" Hearing this, Mom blushed even more and smiled.
Back home, we went about our business as usual, nothing much changed, except we paid
more attention to each other's movements and bodies. I did one more thing than usual: I had to go to the bathroom to masturbate.
And later, during shopping trips, it was a secret between our bodies, enjoying each other's company.
One time, Mom asked me to go shopping again. I had just finished showering and couldn't find my underwear, so I just put on my sports bra...
I went out with my mom and boarded the train. We snuggled comfortably together, and my penis started to swell, pressing
directly against her vulva. This time, it felt different, more real. My mom
was different too; her eyes were wide open, and her buttocks were constantly rubbing against my penis, sometimes even
pushing against me. This time, she even curiously touched her rear end, then quickly
withdrew her hand. She turned to me and whispered, "You're not wearing underwear?" I nodded. Then
she closed her eyes again, her buttocks still... I kept rubbing and rubbing, and this time, I ejaculated. I
ejaculated through three layers of clothing outside my mother's genitals. I stood there, barely suppressing the pleasure, and said to my mother, "My pants
are wet, what should I do?" At that moment, my mother opened her eyes, turned around, and took some tissues from her purse, saying ,
"Be careful, take this to wipe yourself first. I'll give you the purse to cover yourself later. When you're walking behind, stay close so no
one can see!" At that moment, I felt a huge weight lifted from my heart, and I felt much more at ease. After leaving the station, we
went to the Sogo restroom to freshen up. After we came out, my mother chuckled and asked, "Can I have my purse back now?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, you can!" My mother was also happily shopping, and I
happily followed behind her. We shopped and ate, having a wonderful time. We talked more than before
, chatting as we shopped and ate, talking about her career and my studies, just like a couple. On
the train , since Mom hadn't bought anything this time, I could grab the same railing as her with one hand,
and hold her shoulder with the other. My penis was pressed against her vulva, and oh my god! I felt like my glans could go in,
two or three centimeters in and out. It felt so different. Mom's eyes were wide open, as if she were watching my
penis enter her vagina. My hand holding the railing instinctively reached to touch Mom's buttocks. It felt strange,
so real. It turned out Mom had already taken off her underwear. I put my hand back down, and then we pressed
against each other even harder, trying to go five or seven centimeters, and we were afraid that others would see us having sex. Then Mom turned
her head and said, "My skirt must be wet. When we get off the train, you have to follow me closely, or someone will see us."
Then we continued to sway with the train. After that, maybe Mom got smarter. She went and bought herself a super-thin
pure cotton sports skirt and pants, and they were black, so no one would notice they were wet. Although
Mom didn't say anything when she gave them to me, we both tacitly wore them to the bus and shopping trip.
Wearing the pants Mom bought this time was definitely different. It felt like I was only wearing a condom when I was outside. Before
we even got on the bus, my brother had already gotten an erection, so we borrowed Mom's purse to cover it up. Once on the bus, as if we had been looking forward to it
for a long time, the two of us tested the effectiveness of the clothes. It was definitely different from last time. Almost two-thirds of it could be inserted
, and Mom's eyes were fixed on the door. We made love like this, gently, forcefully, and swaying, especially
when changing tracks, which was the most comfortable time for us. I could use the swaying to forcefully thrust my buttocks, which felt so
good. As I kept thrusting, "Mom, I'm going to cum," I whispered carefully in Mom's ear.
At this moment Mom's buttocks arched even more, and her vagina clenched even tighter. I released all my semen like this.
After getting off the train, Mom kept touching her skirt and asked, "It's wet, can you tell?" I kept saying, "You absolutely can't
tell ."
In the days that followed, my mom and I acted as if nothing had happened and never mentioned it. Whenever my mom said she was going out to
buy something, I would always wear the sweatpants she had given me. Then our actions became bolder and bolder. Now
we liked to do it in the train car and the aisle near the car. When I was about to ejaculate, we would move to the very back, and I
would vigorously thrust my hips at the back to ejaculate inside her vagina. Sometimes I would ask, "Mom, does it
hurt?" My mom would always shake her head and say no. We maintained this mother-son relationship through two layers of clothing
, and we also maintained a good attitude at home. Then one summer night during my second year of high school,
I would usually go back to my room to do my own thing around 7 pm, like playing video games, reading comics, or thinking about my mom masturbating.
Maybe because I found the video game boring and wanted to watch more of my mom after finishing my comics, I sat in the living room and continued watching
TV . But of all the news reports, there was one about a father raping his own daughter
. For some reason, both my mom and I blushed. My mom pretended nothing was wrong, picked up the remote, and said, "That's
crazy Then she switched to an entertainment gossip program. Unfortunately, the program was discussing
the most exciting places for sex. We were completely frozen on the sofa, and my mom was even more embarrassed
to switch to another program, afraid the TV would say something true. So my mom and I just watched the program like that. Then
the TV started mentioning places like "the countryside, in a car, in the kitchen, on the rooftop, on a train..."
Wow! Oh no! My mom and I were really scared. The thing we least wanted to hear had come out.
So I lifted my foot and put it on the sofa, and my mom, hearing this, also casually moved her foot to the side. Perhaps because
she was embarrassed watching TV, I didn't realize that her foot position was exactly where I could see her genitals. "
Oh my god, Mom's not wearing underwear!" I thought to myself. Her swollen labia and those two petals were something I'd never seen
before . The longer it went on, the more my penis aroused, and my mom became even more focused on the TV
interview. A small light seemed to emanate from her vagina. As she looked, she probably felt something flowing out
, so she pretended to turn her head to look. Seeing me staring intently at her, she probably genuinely hadn't noticed... The position
would allow me to see, so I immediately put her feet on the ground again. At this moment, I immediately shifted my gaze to the TV.
Later, Mom went into the bathroom. I thought she might be embarrassed to go in and tidy herself up and wipe herself. After a while, Mom
returned to the sofa and then, surprisingly, put her feet diagonally on the sofa, exactly the same as before.
After seeing Mom do this out of the corner of my eye, and seeing that she seemed to be focused on the TV again, I secretly looked at her. She hadn't put her
underwear on when she went to the bathroom, and her vagina was even more wet. "She must have been masturbating," I thought. Looking at her
vagina opening and closing, I knew Mom really wanted me to give her what she wanted, but I just didn't dare. On the train, we did
this accidentally, but how could I be so bold as to use my mom at home? Twenty minutes passed like this.
I went to the bathroom and released all my pent-up desire. Three minutes later, I came out of the bathroom and my mother and I sat in the living room
watching . We didn't go to our respective rooms until bedtime. On Sundays, my mother and I would take
the train to go shopping, enjoying the thrill of lovemaking. We also usually like to watch gossip TV or sex education
channels together. We have an unspoken agreement that neither of us wears underwear. My mother would occasionally let me glimpse her private parts
, and I would stand up and pretend to drink water, walking past my mother to let her see my erection. Our
entertainment seemed to be getting more and more interesting. One time, Mom picked up the remote and, seemingly intentionally,
started searching for channels. The TV began searching from channel 0, and the first thing that popped up was a sex
program . I wondered when this channel appeared; it was a pay-TV channel! But I didn't
think much of it. Mom kept pressing the remote, but couldn't turn it off. Maybe she was too nervous. "Is there something wrong with
the remote ?" I asked. "Maybe, it's weird, I can't press anything. It's strange." So
I took the remote from Mom and pretended to press it a few times, because I didn't want to turn it off, since I really
hadn't seen it before. "It seems really broken." Then, Mom and I, as if we had no choice but to watch it
, watched the sex program together. The sounds of the male and female protagonists touching and penetrating each other really resonated with Mom and me
. I watched for a short while and then rushed to the bathroom and ejaculated everywhere. Mom also went to the bathroom shortly after I came out of the living room
, probably doing the same thing, and released herself in there. After Mom returned to the living room, she put her feet up... On
the sofa, I glanced at her; her vagina was slightly open and wet everywhere. I thought Mom must really want it.
The next day, as soon as Mom came home, she said she was going to buy something. I knew what she wanted to do. In the car, unlike before, when her hands were
always properly placed in front, this time she actually grabbed my buttocks and pulled them forcefully towards hers. My mom really
wanted to tear our clothes. After returning home, we showered separately and watched TV together. Although Mom
knew the sex channel number, she was still too embarrassed to press search and switch to our favorite program. But
this time, Mom... Mom wore a large t-shirt, the kind that covered her underwear. Because she had been sitting for a long time, she got up to move around a bit. She straightened
her legs and stretched her arms, immediately revealing her genitals. Then she knelt on the sofa, holding onto the back of the chair
and straightening her back with her buttocks sticking out. It was truly mesmerizing. Later, Mom sat back down on the sofa and continued watching TV. We
watched them both go to the bathroom to masturbate before going back to our rooms to sleep.
This kind of life continued until her senior year of high school when there was a major change. One day, Mom came home from work, and I was in
the living room watching cartoons, waiting for her to come home. Maybe the company had been increasing... She was very tired from work and didn't watch
TV , so she was especially happy today. I heard her whimpering as she went into the bathroom to shower. I don't know if she
secretly bought it on the way or when. When she came out of the bathroom, I almost got a nosebleed from being too excited. She was wearing a thin-
strapped shiny silk nightgown, and the imprint of her nipples was clearly visible on it. She was also wearing
checkered ripped stockings, looking just like a TV drama heroine. Then, Mom directly switched the TV from cartoons to a sex
program and sat on the sofa. At this point, Mom didn't shy away from putting her hand on her genitals. As she moved upwards, I couldn't resist any longer
. My mother was even bolder, directly inserting her fingers into her vagina. Seeing this, I slowly
pulled down the front of my pants, causing my erection to spring out. I was careful not to let my mother notice, so I gently
pressed it . My mother was engrossed in masturbating in front of the TV and me, so she didn't notice that I had pulled down my pants
and was carefully rubbing it up and down with my fingers. At this point, my mother seemed to be really going for it, thrusting more and more intensely. I changed
to gripping her hand, gripping faster and faster. I could no longer control my ejaculation, and then I let out a... I cried out, and my mother
stared intently at me as I ejaculated onto my chest. She kept moaning and moaning
; I think we both orgasmed. After that, we started watching porn every night, her masturbating while I masturbated
, but we didn't actually penetrate each other. If we wanted to have sex, we could only do so on Sundays, our shopping days. As the weekend approached,
our shopping days increased. Maybe it's because I'm young and strong, but I
masturbate with my mother almost every day while watching TV. Recently, it's gotten even more extreme; we'll call out to each other while watching, as if we want to... The
incident actually happened a few days ago. Before, Mom sat at the other end of the sofa
next to me , and I sat in the middle. Now, Mom sits at the end of the sofa next to me, and I sit at the end next to Mom, almost
a step away. I don't know why we ended up sitting like that. Then we started flirting with the TV, and then we each masturbated. We were
really too close; our faces were like separated by a veil, almost touching. Finally, I gently touched Mom's
lips, and then I kissed her hard. Our tongues started to intertwine, and my hands... I reached for Mom's
ample breasts, and at the same time, Mom's hand reached for my penis. My penis felt so hot and good! Mom held on
and we continued kissing and licking. Then Mom stopped and looked at the TV. I
listened to Mom and continued watching TV. Soon, Mom stood up and moved in front of me. Facing me was someone's buttocks,
and I stood up while touching Mom's buttocks. At this moment, we were like we were on a train, pretending to feel
like were being pushed by a lot of people. Then Mom said, "We didn't have sex, we were just pushed by others..." "My
brother was also pressing against Mom's vulva, just like on the train, but it was so different.
It went in so smoothly, so easily, so pleasurably, and it was the whole thing! During the in-and-out motion, I saw my penis covered in Mom's lubricant.
So the more we did it, the more it felt like swaying on the train, but the difference was huge. Mom kept calling my name,
and I kept calling her name. And just like that, I released all the love I'd felt for Mom over the years into this one time. Mom
felt my love for her and held onto the table tightly, afraid of falling. After that, Mom and I
did it in the kitchen, on the rooftop balcony, in the suburbs, even in my school park, all with our backs to me. Because Mom always told me, 'We
weren't actually having sex; other people were just pushing us!'"

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