My mother was driving me in her car, and I secretly used my penis to nipple in the air.

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I have never had any incestuous thoughts. At most, when watching porn, I only feel attracted to mature women, like those alluring, seductive middle-aged women who make me ejaculate quickly and thoroughly every time. I've seen articles and videos about mother-son incest, but I found them ridiculous. However, despite that, my penis still got hard. Listening to the actress's moans in the porn, it sounded like her son was really fucking her half to death. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something felt off.
As
for my mother, I haven't thought too much about it. I've never lacked girlfriends growing up, and I always thought that an Oedipus complex stemmed from my own sexual experience, leading to sexual fantasies about my mother. But I think I'm wrong. Some people online say that the pleasure of incest is something you can't experience through sex. Given the choice between a well-maintained 35-year-old woman and one's own mother in her early 40s, many people might choose the former. But if your mother is willing to have a relationship with you, that kind of illicit pleasure that transcends sexual morality is precisely the most exhilarating aspect of mother-son incest. However ,

my mom is a typical Taiwanese mom, nothing special. I've never seen her wear makeup, maybe lipstick at most. Her clothes are all auntie styles, nothing arousing my sexual desire. Novels and porn are always idealized, but real life is like this. But if I say this, it might sound like Taiwanese women aren't that beautiful. Of course, they are. Whenever I'm shopping in a department store, I often see middle-aged women, well-dressed, elegant, and charming, as well as young women, also graceful and voluptuous.
However, with technological advancements and changing times, the average age at which women give birth is getting older. What does this mean? It means that if your mom is old when she gives birth to you, by the time you grow up, your mom will be incredibly old. Even with good skincare, there's a limit. Unless your mom has a naturally youthful face, she can only age step by step with the ravages of time. In the past, in rural areas, most women married very young, some even at sixteen or seventeen, and had children at eighteen. So when their sons grew up and became sensible, they would find that their mothers were younger than the average mother.
After
all that rambling, let me get to the point. That night, I watched a newly downloaded pornographic film. It was about a middle-aged woman who was raped by a young student upstairs. It got me really hard, and I was stroking myself non-stop with my right hand. The film was alright, except
it was a bit fake and too long. I was slowly stroking myself, and with some parts fast-forwarding, the thirty minutes just flew by. Until the most exciting part, the student pressed the beautiful woman against the balcony and thrust rapidly, lifting one of her legs up. There were slapping sounds coming from behind. Because they were outside, the beautiful woman didn't dare to scream loudly. She could only helplessly watch as her bulging vulva and labia sucked on his penis. When the student lowered his leg, the beautiful woman was kneeling on the ground, unable to even lift her buttocks. The student ignored her and thrust in again, grabbing her smooth, white arms and pulling them back hard. The beautiful woman pulled her arms back. # i" ^( t" m3 i3 u8 j& y

Her entire body was forcibly arched up, and her legs were in a Japanese kneeling position. The camera even focused on the woman's left ring finger, where a silver ring was visible. Remembering her husband was away on a business trip and hadn't returned home, she was now on her own balcony, being violently penetrated by a stranger's penis. Both her mind and body were unwilling, but her tender vagina reacted naturally. The beautiful woman hadn't been penetrated by such a huge penis since her marriage, a perfect story combining shame, helplessness, resistance, physical cooperation, and the presence of a stranger. Watching it made the veins on my penis bulge, and my glans became pink and large. Just as I was about to reach my climax... ?# w! }) c0 jm: `5 x2 *

Click* The sound of the door opening startled me so much that my penis went limp instantly. My mother, staring at my erection in her hand, was jumping with excitement. She swallowed hard, her lips slightly parted, and calmly closed the door, reminding me that we were going to my uncle's place and to get ready. My mind went blank. I maintained a good image in front of my mother—a model student, with no bad habits, except for being a bit of a homebody, which wasn't so bad.

I remember being very careful when masturbating while watching porn, but how did I get caught like this? I was incredibly embarrassed
. My
mother was still calling from the doorway, "Hurry up, or it'll be too late!" I grabbed a tissue and wiped the bubbly discharge from my glans. I changed my clothes and noticed my penis hadn't subsided in my jeans. I figured it wouldn't go away anytime soon, and since it was uncomfortable, I took off my jeans and put on some loose basketball shorts. They were smooth and comfortable. I tried to position my penis, but it was very prominent. No matter how I positioned it, it didn't look right. I decided to use the elastic band from my underwear and basketball shorts to tightly pull my penis against my abdomen. At least that would make it less noticeable, better than having a 15-centimeter penis sticking out like that. It's scary to be scared like this . If I get mistaken for a pervert and taken to the police station, I'll be in big trouble.
I went outside. My mother seemed to have been waiting for a while. I asked where my father and brother were. My mother said softly that they had gone a long time ago, and she gave me a sly smile. Her eyes weren't big, but they were round, not the squinty kind. My mother stared at my face, scanning it from top to bottom, and looked at my penis. This made my whole face turn red. My mother said I had been inside too long, and my father was getting impatient and about to yell at me. My mother said she was trying to smooth things over. Of course, she knew what I was doing, so she used a lot of sweet talk to get my father to leave first, otherwise things would be terrible. I secretly thanked my mother. Seeing her hesitant expression, I figured she probably wanted to ask me some questions. When she spoke, I quickly interrupted,
"
Let's go, let's go, we'll be late if we don't go now!" My mother smiled slightly, as if she saw through my reluctance to discuss it, and didn't say anything, just followed behind me with a smile. Although I can ride a bike, I won't be eighteen for another three months. My mother said that we'll be going through a major road, and since it's evening and everyone's off work, there will be traffic and police patrols, so she wants her to ride the bike while I give her a ride.
Although
I felt a little reluctant, I went along with my mother's wishes. I put on my helmet. My mother's pants seemed a bit thin today; her buttocks sank a little into the motorcycle seat. My mother is a middle-aged woman, so it's normal for her buttocks to widen, but it wasn't anything serious. I looked at the thin brown trousers. Under the pull of my mother's fleshy buttocks and the pressure of the chair cushion, the shape of her buttocks expanded, stretching the trousers so tightly that even the outline of her underwear was faintly visible. Instantly, I thought of the beautiful woman in the pornographic film I had just watched. The scene flashed through my mind, and I actually imagined my mother's plump buttocks as that beautiful woman, and myself as that student with the huge penis. I quickly pinched myself, telling myself what kind of wicked thoughts I was having. That's my mom! Seeing I wasn't getting in the car, my mother called out to me, "Are you daydreaming?
"
I quickly got into the back seat. It was a small 100cc car, a bit cramped for two, but still manageable. My penis had already softened a bit, but the image of my mother's fleshy buttocks in my mind was making it slowly hard again. I quickly moved my body back, trying to avoid my penis touching my mother's tender buttocks; otherwise, I'd be in big trouble if they found out
.
The road was packed with cars. My mother kept stopping and starting on her bike. Traffic was heavy during rush hour, and the lights were constantly red. My mother complained to me about how many cars there were. Unexpectedly, as she spoke, she shifted her large buttocks, and they bumped into my penis again. Now, I started having impure thoughts again. This stretch of road was fucking terrible; it's been the same bumpy, uneven surface for years, practically testing the bike's suspension. My mother rode slowly, the whole bike swaying up and down, my penis pressed against her beautiful buttocks, bouncing and jolting for at least ten minutes
. At this
point, my penis was rock hard, the glans even protruding from my pants. The motorcycle brakes weren't very good; it kept slamming on the brakes, probably due to my mother's poor driving skills. I regretted wearing basketball shorts; they were slippery, and my entire buttocks kept pressing against my mother's, now completely pressed against her wide, fleshy buttocks, right below her cleft. I couldn't believe she hadn't noticed; wearing such thin pants with a protrusion pressing against her, it would be a lie to say she didn't feel anything.
I noticed my mother was gradually falling silent, her shoulders seeming to stiffen. My mouth was dry; I'd never... There was no such strong external stimulation before; it was my mother's round, fleshy buttocks. With each jolt of the car, my penis sank deeper and deeper, the entire shaft pressed against my mother's buttocks. At that moment, I was consumed by lust, forgetting everything else. A bunch of wicked thoughts flooded my mind, shattering my conscience. A voice kept telling me, "Why did Mom interrupt your ejaculation? If the door hadn't been open, you would have already ejaculated." I said, "That's not Mom's fault, it was just an accident." "And now? Your mom must have deliberately teased you, wearing thin pants, squeezing her buttocks into such a soft, tender shape, just so you could use her!" I said, "No, it's all a lie." The devil and the
angel
were pulling at my sanity when suddenly a huge crater caused the car to bounce up. Upon landing, my mother's plump buttocks landed squarely on my penis. Startled, she quickly pulled her buttocks forward. In that moment of pressure, squeeze, and pull, my penis experienced unprecedented stimulation. The sensation of my mother's tender, moist vulva, combined with her large, wide-set buttocks, both the impact and the pressure, made me feel deeply that this was an opportunity given to me by heaven. At the same time, my sanity snapped
. I
saw my mother's face in the rearview mirror; she was blushing deeply, her eyes only daring to look ahead. I immediately squeezed my legs together, gripping her plump, peach-like buttocks, and pushed my penis and body forward. My mother seemed a little shocked, but since we were riding a bike, she was too embarrassed to say anything. My hand, which was originally going to grab the plastic handlebars at the back of the bike, now rested directly on my mother's waist. It was soft; she seemed to have a little extra flesh, but not an exaggeratedly thick waist. I said, "Mom, this is safer," and my mother mumbled a few "
uh-huhs." Finally ,
we arrived at my uncle's house. My mother parked the motorcycle in a corner by the roadside, in a dark alley where no one would pass by, and people outside couldn't see what was happening inside. My mother asked why I wasn't getting off. I said she had something to tell me. She said I should get off first, but I refused. I started rubbing my penis against her buttocks, which felt even better than masturbating, even though most of her buttocks were under the seat. But that little bit of pleasure made me even more excited.

My mother told me not to do that. I said, "Were you trying to ask me about masturbating?" My mother nodded. I said, "I was going to ask you if you came." As she spoke, I imitated the student and kept stroking my mother's thighs with both hands, while hugging her with my whole body and continuing to rub my penis against her buttocks. My mother was startled and quickly got up
. I
got off the motorcycle too. My mother said I couldn't do that, that he would be angry. I got even fiercer, saying it was all her fault for opening the door, making me almost ejaculate and forcing back my semen. My mother stood by the motorcycle seat, surprised that I would say such a thing. She said, "What else can I do? Tell me?" Her tone was slightly reproachful as she suggested I use my large, fleshy buttocks to squeeze my penis until I ejaculated. My mother seemed a little flustered, saying that if my uncle didn't see me, he would come looking for me, and that I was putting her in a difficult position. She said she would make me feel good when we got home. I didn't care about that; the scenes of forced penetration of beautiful women in porn movies were playing in my mind. I looked at my mother's body; it was a little fleshy, but not bad. It was those plump, honey-like buttocks that kept me hard the whole way. I lied to my mother, saying I would take care of it myself when we got home, but I wanted to touch her buttocks. Seeing this, my mother softened, and with a shy expression, she said, "Just touch it, then hurry up and leave." I

made my mother lie face down on the motorcycle seat. Since she couldn't see what I was doing, it only excited her more. Under the moonlight, my mother's beautiful, plump, round buttocks were right in front of me. Seeing that I only had one chance, I secretly pressed my body against her back, pinching, touching, and scratching her fleshy buttocks with my right hand. My mother giggled from the tickling sensation, telling me to be serious. I deliberately kept pulling at her thin brown pants; the lower I pulled, the more opportunities I had. While I was playing with and caressing her buttocks, my mother noticed that her pants were pulled down to halfway down her backside and demanded that I stop. My hand touched my mother's panties, and when it slid to her anus, I forcefully inserted my index finger along with the panties. My mother groaned, unaware of what was happening.
I pushed it in further, and she said, "No." While she was still confused, I pulled out my already erect penis. I pulled her pants, which were halfway down to her buttocks, down to her knees with a forceful tug with my left hand. My mother seemed to know what I was going to do and immediately got up. However, after only a few steps, she found it difficult to walk because the pants were on her knees. I swiftly moved forward and pulled her pants down to her ankles. My mother could barely move. I pushed her, and she lost her balance, grabbing the wall of the dark alley for support. I cupped her firm, fleshy buttocks above her thighs and pulled her back. She arched her buttocks like in an adult film, only her hands barely supporting her weight. She turned her head and cried out, "No!" Her right hand continued to pound against her tender vulva. I grabbed her right hand, which was blocking her honeypot, with my left hand and pulled it to the left. My mother looked pained. I used my right hand to pull aside her panties, revealing her slightly protruding vulva. I touched it with my index finger; it was wet and slippery. I immediately gripped my penis and thrust it into her uterus.
The next morning... I went to school as usual, and my mother was the same as before, except that she had cut her hair. It seemed that what I did last night had greatly changed her, and perhaps really broken her heart. My mother told me that she was willing to keep my secret, but if I did anything wrong again, she would immediately leave home and write a letter about what happened last night for my father to see. I nodded and said that I was really wrong. My mother hugged me and said that everyone makes mistakes. On my way to school, I passed through a dark alley and remembered the scene from last night. My

glans thrust viciously into my mother's vagina, but before I knew it, her vulva began to contract involuntarily, making my glans itch. My mother's eyes pleaded with me to stop. Suddenly, I twisted my waist and swayed my hips, my entire penis plunging into her vagina. My mother's honeypot had never been penetrated by such a large penis before; her vagina was instantly filled, constantly stretching open. During penetration, my mother let out a series of plaintive cries, which excited me even more. I thrust in and out relentlessly, her vagina sticky and wet. My mother's buttocks and my thighs made a pleasant slapping sound, while her vagina made a constant squelching sound. My mother moaned with each thrust of my penis, and ten minutes passed like this.

I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, and pulled my mother to the ground, imitating the beautiful women in adult films. However, instead of kneeling, my mother slumped to the ground with her legs spread wide, lying face down on the floor. I thrust into my mother again, my chest pressed against her fragrant back, my hands kneading her breasts, inhaling the scent of her hair, and my hips moving faster and faster. My mother's whole body stiffened, her hands clenched into fists, and her face buried in her arms, as if afraid that others would see her face. Finally, as I was about to ejaculate, I supported my mother's waist and forcefully pulled my penis almost completely out, leaving only the glans inside her vagina. Then, I forcefully thrust back into my mother's vagina. It was wet and sticky, with a burning, hot sensation that made my glans tremble uncontrollably, and I ejaculated my white semen into her vagina. Afterwards, my mother sat on the ground for ten minutes straight, crying for over an hour. Finally, I drove her home
.
She leaned her head on my shoulder, constantly muttering to herself, asking why I had hurt her. It made me very sad. When we got home, we took a shower together. I kept comforting her, telling her I shouldn't have hurt her. Finally, I made her a cappuccino to help her calm down, and also called my uncle to tell him that my mother wasn't feeling well and that I would be taking care of her at home
. When
my father returned, he saw my mother resting. She lied and said she felt dizzy, but thankfully her son was home, and she was alright. That night, my mother woke me up and talked to me all night long. We finally felt at peace, like the sea and the sky had opened up before us. When my mother left my room, I noticed she walked with a limp, sometimes her hand resting on her buttocks. Her buttocks and waist were covered in my red handprints. Thinking about this, I was already at the school gate, and my penis started itching again because of the thought of my mother's buttocks.
I wrote this from 2 PM to 5 PM. Originally, I wanted to write something like the title suggests, where the protagonist feels excited because of his penis touching her buttocks, while the inner struggle is what I wanted to portray. I originally wanted to write about the protagonist's pleasure from the motorcycle ride and his fantasies about his mother masturbating him. That would have been shorter, but as I wrote, I wanted to change it to "the penis because of the mother's buttocks." It felt so good that I ejaculated as soon as we reached our destination. Later, I switched to squeezing my mother's beautiful buttocks for pleasure. Unexpectedly, towards the end, I wanted to connect this to the earlier pornographic scenes, so I described how the protagonist was influenced by porn, along with the constant teasing, and the embarrassment of not being able to ejaculate when he was about to, being seen by his mother. All of this led the protagonist to decide to thoroughly slap his mother's buttocks.
This piece didn't focus much on body image, as I wanted to present the dramatic tension and the protagonist's inner world, so it might not be entirely satisfying to read. Also, I have a slight cold, so my writing speed is a bit slow; please forgive me. Another thing I want to say is that erotic literature offers boundless imaginative space, which porn can't match. Therefore, people with rich imaginations will feel as if they are there, as if the scene is right in front of them. I, on the other hand, transformed my thoughts into images in my mind, combined with my own way of thinking.

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