Things I did with my mom in bed

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She was born in the Year of the Sheep, which suits her temperament well. My mother was born in the 1950s, a time when people married relatively young. However, for some reason, she didn't give birth to me until nearly 10 years after her marriage. I was born in 1984, coinciding with the national census and the beginning of the one-child policy. Therefore, my mother was forced to undergo sterilization shortly after giving birth, but she was almost 30 by then and didn't resist. As far as I can remember, my mother divorced when I was just starting elementary school and moved to the city with me. We lived near my aunt's house in the city. My uncle was a minor official in the tax bureau and had some connections, so he moved our household registration there. We rented a small apartment in a building with stairs; it was tiny, only a one-bedroom, one-living-room space of 50 square meters. I slept with my mother until I was in
middle school. My mother ran a small newspaper stand near our home, and at that time, a few hundred yuan a month was considered quite good. We moved to the city in the early 1990s, when I was still in elementary school. At that time, the city's economy was beginning to prosper, and people's living standards were constantly improving, naturally leading to more open and diverse private lives. My mother was only in her thirties then. I remember that she dated two men during those years. The first was an older middle-aged man, whom my mother called "Brother Kun." He was probably around 50 years old, bald, and quite wealthy. I always saw him when I came home from school. I don't know if he came often, but I only saw him once or twice a month. Sometimes he was almost leaving when I got home, and sometimes he would stay in the room with my mother for more than half an hour before coming out. My mother's newsstand didn't close until around 7 pm, so whenever I passed by (she would ask a neighbor to watch it for her), if I didn't see her, I knew she had gone home. My mother was of average appearance, not even 1.6 meters tall, and a little plump, but she had very fair skin, short, slightly curly hair, and even the exposed skin on her neck was white. Summer left a deep impression on me. Every time "Uncle Kun" and my mother came out of the room, my mother was only wearing shorts and a white tank top. Wearing a white tank top was my mother's usual attire at home; she only wore a bra when she went out. Those tank tops were all very old and see-through. My mother's breasts were the bell-shaped type, slightly drooping, and the two dark, large nipples protruding from her chest on the tank top were visible. "Uncle Kun" wouldn't just leave the room; he would usually sit in the living room smoking, and then my mother would go to the bathroom, shower for a while, and then they would chat for a few minutes before my mother saw him off. About two years later, in the second semester of fourth grade, "Uncle Kun" stopped coming for a while. Instead, my uncle-in-law came frequently. He was probably in his forties. By then, I was beginning to understand sex. My mother and uncle-in-law's relationship was short-lived, lasting less than a year, but it was very passionate. He would come over every two or three days, and their sex life was very intense. I could hear my mother's moans through the bedroom door. Every time they finished and opened the door, my uncle-in-law would always be shirtless, holding my mother as they went to the bathroom. After they finished, they would sit in the living room and hug and cuddle. A little while later, they would go back into their bedroom, close the door, and make a lot of noise inside. The summer after I entered middle school, I think it was 1996, I was attending a summer school, the kind of tutoring program that only lasted half a day. But even with the transportation, it took four or five hours to get home from school at noon. That noon, after I returned to school, a heavy thunderstorm struck. My tutor didn't come, so I came back more than an hour early. It was only a little past 3 p.m. When I opened the door, it was quiet and no one was there. It had been raining a bit on the way back, and I hadn't noticed if my mother was still at the newspaper stand. Since I was quite wet, I wanted to get some clothes and take a shower first. I saw the door was half-closed, so I pushed it open. To my surprise, there were two pale bodies intertwined on the bed. I stood there for several seconds, stunned. My mother had her legs spread open and placed on my uncle's shoulders, while he had his head between her legs, moving around. Both of them were completely naked. It was the first time I had ever seen my mother's breasts exposed since I was a child. Her two large, white breasts were trembling, and her two grape-sized nipples were standing erect... My mother hurriedly pulled a blanket over to cover them both. That day, I was in a daze, and my mind kept wandering to my mother's two round breasts and her pale body.
Not long after, my uncle's visits became less frequent, and we moved before summer vacation was even over. My middle school was in the suburbs, a more than one-hour bus ride from here, and my mother didn't feel comfortable with me boarding there. So we moved to a nearby area where the houses were cheap, though old, just two-story bungalows not connected to each other. My mother found a job at a nearby hospital, doing things like admitting patients and cleaning wards. Perhaps because it was far from the city center, few people came to work there, but the salary was high, better than her newspaper stand job. Naturally, my mother stopped seeing my uncle. Things finally settled down. The following year, I entered the second year of middle school. During that year, I started puberty, and like my mother, I grew armpit hair. But I still preferred sleeping with my mother, because I was used to sharing a bed with her for so many years, and I could always hold her while sleeping. Sometimes, I would wake up in the middle of the night and unconsciously put my hand on her chest, and my mother didn't object. Just being able to touch her breasts through her vest was enough for me. Of course, my favorite time was when the weather was cold, and I could bury my face in my mother's armpits under the covers. She always smelled nice after a bath, and I loved the scent of her armpits. Sometimes I would mischievously lick her armpit hair. I knew my mother liked me licking her armpits too, because every time I did, she would laugh and say she was ticklish, but she wouldn't pull away; instead, she would let out a soft moan or two. Of course, I didn't know that my mother also liked to lick other parts of her body. Until that winter, one night I woke up in the middle of the night with a wet wet patch on my crotch. I was almost 14 years old then. The sticky feeling in the middle of the night was extremely uncomfortable. I tossed and turned a few times, waking my mother up as well. Because her legs touched my crotch, she noticed. She helped me take off my underwear under the covers, wiped my genitals clean with the underwear, and threw it off the bed. I had erotic dreams all night and didn't wake up until dawn. My mother held me in her arms, and I felt a soft, fleshy mound pressed against me. Her vest had been pulled up high, and in the dim light streaming in from the window, I could see two full, large breasts, their snow-white flesh hanging right in front of me. I lowered my face a little and pressed it between her breasts. My mother was obviously awake too, gently stroking my head. Then she scratched her breasts with her fingers, especially her nails scraping the areolas. I started to feel hot all over, and my lower body was already rock hard. My mother pressed her legs between my legs, and I couldn't help but rub against her a few times. My mother lowered her head and asked, "Is this comfortable?" My face was burning. My mother pulled the blanket up to cover my head, and she moved her body up a little, pressing her breasts against my face. I kissed her, and then kissed her a few more times. Finally, I couldn't resist pressing my hands against hers, and my mother just flinched slightly. I mustered my courage and grabbed her entire breast. My mother then put her nipple in my mouth. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and all I knew was to suckle hard on her nipple. She groaned a few times but didn't move much. After a while, I unconsciously climbed on top of my mother and sandwiched my genitals between her round thighs. By then, I had grown some sparse pubic hair. My mother just stroked my hair and caressed me. I didn't know what to do. I pulled down my pants, and my penis, hard and erect, swelled up. I rubbed against her a few times, and all my semen came out at once, flowing all over my mother's thighs and soaking the sheets between her legs.
For the next two or three months, that winter, I looked forward to doing "that" with my mother in bed after dinner every night. I would only be able to fall asleep peacefully after ejaculating almost every night. Sometimes, when I woke up in the morning during holidays, we would do it again, but it was always just caressing and kissing. My mother would at most pull up her vest, leaving her upper body bare, so I could touch her. I never thought that formal intercourse meant the union of male and female genitalia; I just felt that this was the most intimate and utter sexual contact. To avoid wetting the sheets, my mother even bought a large towel to put on the bed as a precaution. And my mother no longer slept in her underwear; she wore only her underwear, just like me, so that most of our thighs were in contact. I also liked the warmth of our thighs overlapping and pressed together, and I became even more immersed in this kind of communication with my mother. Winter passed quickly, and Mom put the quilts away in the closet, replacing them with thin blankets. She still slept in just her underwear. I already knew she used to wear flesh-colored lace underwear when she was airing out the clothes, but recently I noticed she had a few more pairs of black and red underwear to change into. The old kind was more sheer, revealing a large patch of black fabric at the crotch. However, those were high-waisted, covering her entire buttocks, and the fabric was also larger, covering her inner thighs, with very little pubic hair peeking out. The new kind of underwear is less sheer, but contains very little fabric. I later learned they were thongs; perhaps that's when they started to become popular.
As summer approached and the weather grew hotter, the blankets were only rolled up and used to cover my stomach. My mother, as in previous years, wore only a thin white undershirt at home. Without the blankets to cover me, I felt less daring. I lay down for a while before daring to gently lift her undershirt, and only at night when it wasn't so dark. My mother seemed to understand my thoughts. Before going to bed, she would always take a shower and wrap her upper body in a large towel. Sometimes, when she was lying in bed reading or watching TV, the towel would slip down, exposing her upper body. Surprisingly, when she was sitting, the gravity made her breasts appear even larger and fuller. That time, I took the opportunity to rest my head on her lap, just in time to kiss her drooping breasts. The first time I kissed her like that, I was incredibly excited. Even more exciting was when my mother reached into my pants, took out my engorged penis, and began to stroke it. Her warm hand felt so good, and I couldn't help but ejaculate immediately. That night was also my first time. My mother pulled down the crotch of her thong, letting me see her hairy vulva. My glans was so excited that it secreted a lot of fluid. I lay down next to her thighs, and she spread her legs across my face so I could see that area. By the light of the television, my mother used her fingers to brush away the thick hair covering her vulva, revealing her swollen vulva. The two labia were wrinkled and turned up, a dark brown color, swollen to a dark black. I remembered that a few years ago, my uncle and that "Brother Kun" must have been very familiar with this place. I was so excited that I couldn't help but put my mouth to it and lick it frantically. My tongue not only licked the entire vulva but also wet the surrounding pubic hair. When I sucked on the two large labia, my mother cried out, "Ah ah..." Her secretions kept flowing out, more and more, and my mother's hands were also stroking my penis faster. Just as I was about to reach my climax, Mom let go of my hand. Then I saw her insert her index and middle fingers into her vagina and gently massage the protruding flesh at the entrance. Soon, Mom reached her climax, curling up on her side, convulsing, and letting out a low moan. I dared not move. Mom, her eyes slightly moist, wrapped one arm around me: "Silly boy, come here, hold Mom." She pressed my head against her chest, and I immediately understood, biting her nipple and sucking. Mom cried out even louder, her nipples becoming even larger and harder. I held her tightly, focusing solely on sucking her nipple. Mom murmured, "Good boy, yes, yes… um, suck harder, oh… oh, that's good." After a while, she relaxed and slowly sat up, regaining her composure. My penis was still erect. Mom took off her thong, revealing a large wet patch underneath. She used her fingers to comb through the wet pubic hair, smoothing it down to the sides. Lying on my back against the pillow, she had me climb on top of her. My penis stood erect in front of her lower abdomen. Not knowing what to do, Mom grabbed it with her right hand and skillfully began to stroke it. Just as I was about to ejaculate, Mom timed it perfectly. Just as I was about to lose control, she parted her legs slightly and guided the head of my penis into her vagina. I was instantly enveloped in the warm, wet crevice, feeling incredibly good. Unexpectedly, the vagina contracted tightly with each thrust, and I ejaculated before I even moved. "Mom, I...I came," I whispered. Mom comforted me, "Hmm, it's alright, it's alright, you're finally an adult." I tried to move a few times, but didn't want to leave, so I pulled out a little and then pushed back in without moving. She laughed, "That's not it... um, that's it, boys ejaculate, you know?" I nestled against her chest, "I know... Mom, I've ejaculated before, on your legs." Mom said, "That doesn't count, it only counts when it's inside, that's what lovemaking is. Isn't it good now? Don't be unhappy, come on! This makes both of us feel good, doesn't it?" I softly hummed, my lower body still hard and unwilling to withdraw. Mom didn't move either, our lower bodies remained immersed and intertwined. After a while, I softened, but it was still half inside. Mom told me to withdraw, she spread her legs and watched, and soon white fluid flowed from my vagina. Mom stared at my half-soft penis, "Why isn't it soft yet? Come on, let's make love again." She stroked my chest with her hands, her warm, wet tongue licking my nipples. This trick really worked, and my half-soft penis quickly and slowly grew hard again. By this time, I knew what felt good. I flipped her over and pinned her down. She obediently opened her legs, allowing me to enter her again. This really didn't need any instruction. I started thrusting in and out, and my mother moaned and groaned as she received it. Perhaps because she had already ejaculated once, I thrust for over twenty minutes, and she had another orgasm. Because it was an orgasm caused by intercourse, she was especially satisfied. She wrapped her legs around my waist to meet my rhythm. After we finished, we were both completely limp, and I, after she was satisfied, thrust deeply into her and ejaculated again.
This continued until I finished high school. For three years, my mother and I maintained this intimate relationship. Because I was in the peak of my development, my sex drive was very strong, and my mother, in her forties, was even more demanding. Except when she had her period, we had sex almost every day, sometimes three or four times a day on weekends. My mother had undergone sterilization, so she had no worries about having children. During that time, our sexual intercourse involved ejaculation inside her without contraception. Sometimes when I asked her about her relationship with Uncle Kun and my uncle from several years ago, she would always smile and not answer. After graduating from high school, I failed my college entrance exams and went to work in Guangdong. I was gone for more than a year. Those years of abstinence made me miss my mother even more, so I brought her to live with me. My mother was 47 years old that year. I took a few days off to be with her when she first moved in. Apart from going shopping, I spent most of my time at home having sex with her. My mother told me that she had recently entered menopause and her periods were often irregular. However, I was still very happy and satisfied. When I gave her oral sex, I found that her secretions were still very abundant. Perhaps because of my constant stimulation, my mother also became younger. She didn't stop menstruating for more than two years (until she was 50 years old). We've lived here for almost eight years now. My mother is over fifty, and besides more wrinkles on her face, she has a few more gray hairs. I, at 26, am in my prime, and we still have sex at least four or five times a week. But sometimes my stamina gets too long, and my mother gets tired because we're used to the traditional missionary position. When we're passionate, I can't help but put my mother's legs on my shoulders, and after a while, she complains that her legs are sore. So I came up with a solution: I bought a higher pillow so she could lie face down and put it under her lower abdomen. This way, I can enter from behind. At first, my mother would kneel while I held her buttocks, but after a while, she would get tired and lie on the pillow, and I could continue from behind her. The "slap slap..." sounds from thrusting against her buttocks are also very stimulating and exciting. Now, I ejaculate this way about half of our sex. My sexual relationship with my mother has lasted for over 10 years. Over these years, she's become very open with me, sharing everything. She told me that her relationship with Uncle Kun was solely for financial support. Uncle Kun was already in his fifties and married; he only found the thrill of having an affair once or twice a month exciting, but physically couldn't handle it. So, my mother said that when we first started, she had sex two or three times a day, more often in a month than she had with Uncle Kun over two years. As for my uncle, my mother said she only dated him because she genuinely had a strong sexual desire. My mother was only in her early forties then, and those short-lived encounters with Uncle Kun in the previous two years probably just fueled her libido, leading her to have sex with me not long after starting her relationship with my uncle. My mother also said that because she was quite familiar with my uncle, he always tried to please her. I asked her how he did it, and she said somewhat shyly, "He used his mouth." I said, "No wonder I saw him kneeling between my mother's legs that time!" Knowing that my mother enjoys oral sex, I've spent more time on foreplay. Besides kissing her breasts, I now mostly lick and kiss her lower body.
Last spring, my mother went back to her hometown and stayed for about ten days. She told me about seeing her uncle, whom she hadn't seen in years, and having dinner and chatted with him. My mother said that her uncle's relationship with her was because of my aunt; apparently, my aunt had also been involved with other men back then. Now their children are grown up and married, and my aunt and uncle have reconciled. My aunt still works at a school, while my uncle is retired and stays home, tending to his plants and getting bored. He also asked about my mother's recent situation. My mother only said that she and I had moved to Guangdong many years ago. She said my uncle and uncle wanted to come and stay for a while during the summer vacation to change their environment and relieve their boredom. Seeing that my mother wasn't working, I thought it would be more lively with more people, so I said it wouldn't hurt if they moved over for a longer period. My uncle came less than two weeks after receiving the call. He said it wasn't June yet, and my aunt could only come at the end of June when school summer vacation started. There are two bedrooms in the house; my mother and I sleep in one, and he slept in the other. Later, my mother also told my uncle about our situation. About ten days passed like this. That evening, after dinner, when we returned to our room, my mother said to me, somewhat awkwardly, "Your uncle has been here for so long, and he keeps asking me to spend time with him. Today, I couldn't refuse, so I took a nap with him." I said, "A nap? So you two slept together, didn't you?" My mother seemed a little nervous: "I originally thought it would only be once, but I didn't know he wasn't very good. We didn't...we didn't do anything." I asked her if it was her uncle's request. She nodded. I hugged my mother: "So, did you do it in the room?" My mother said, "We went to his room, but we didn't do it today, really! Your uncle might be old or too nervous, he came before he even put it in, he hadn't even touched it yet." I helped my mother take off her vest, and her pair of plump, white breasts swayed as she sat down: "Isn't that the same as before, Mom! The first time I did it, I came before I even touched it, how can you say we didn't do it? He came inside you." My mother touched my underwear: "Really, no, I just helped him rub a few times, and my uncle couldn't help but come on my stomach. I haven't even had enough yet, I still want you now." I kissed her breasts and climbed on top of her, "Did your uncle come a lot?" "I don't know, Mom washed it all off." I pressed her down and tasted her. Her nipples: "No, next time don't let Uncle ejaculate inside you, otherwise I won't dare kiss you there." I pulled down my mother's panties again, and she was a little unhappy: "I told you he didn't ejaculate inside." I comforted her: "I know, Uncle was too excited to see your body so full, and he ejaculated all at once. Mom, I'll buy some condoms for you tomorrow, no, for Uncle. I don't want him to ejaculate inside you in the future." My mother smiled: "No... don't worry, Mom will only let you ejaculate inside from now on... Come on, put it in quickly, Mom is getting impatient." I moved her legs apart and thrust into her: "This is my good mother, um... Mom, let's make love properly this time... Is it comfortable?" My mother hugged me contentedly: "Comfortable, um." "...Mmm, you're so hard and thick, you're filling me up completely." Then I increased the frequency of my thrusts, and Mom enjoyed my pounding with her eyes slightly closed. She pressed my head against her chest and said, "Only you make me feel this good, mmm, mmm... oh oh... hehe... a few more times... quick! I'm almost there!" I bit her nipple and thrust harder, bringing her to orgasm in just a few strokes. Mom's body convulsed tightly, and I pressed my lower body against hers, enjoying the contractions of her vagina during her orgasm. Her vagina was constantly sucking on my penis. Mom opened her eyes and murmured, "Almost there, I'm coming! You've come too!" I shook my head: "No, I want to do it one more time before I come." Then I waited for Mom to calm down before pulling out, still hard and erect. Afterwards, I knelt down between Mom's legs and licked and kissed her vulva. Now, we were upside down, performing oral sex on each other. My tongue licked and rubbed her erect clitoris, while she sucked on my penis, her tongue constantly licking and scraping my glans until it swelled to a purplish-red color and was as big as a jujube head. Just as my mother was about to climax again, I turned around and entered her again. This time, her climax came even faster. My penis had barely entered her when she cried out, "So fast?" My mother's face flushed red: "It's all because of your licking! Hurry up, come now!" I brought her to another peak, my lower abdomen burning with intense pleasure, and my semen gushed out: "Mom, I came." "Mmm, mmm... come, it's still jumping, good son, give it all to Mom." I convulsed and jumped a dozen times before finishing. After resting for half an hour, I climbed on top of my mother and did it again. That night, I ejaculated twice inside her.

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