【Mother】

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I'm 15 years old and I have a fetish. In my bedroom, near the closet, there's a rope on the horizontal bar. It's
a special mechanical device I made myself after seeing it online. To be precise, it's a
hanging rope. I don't know when I started liking this perverse fetish; I like the
feeling of being suspended. I often lock my bedroom door at night and watch porn while masturbating like this.
I've found that in this state, I can reach a higher level. In that suffocating pleasure
, my penis is perfectly erect, and that pleasure is insane. The device is cleverly designed.
There's a footrest under my feet. I just put the rope on, and it lifts me up, making me feel like I'm hanging,
while my feet just reach the footrest. One step, and the rope loosens, and I'm free. So
I've been secretly playing with it like this.
My mother is 38 years old this year. She is a white-collar worker at a five-star hotel. Because of her job, her clothes
are much more fashionable than those of women her age. What I like most about my mother is her work clothes, that all-black suit with
flesh-colored crystal pantyhose and a pair of alluring black high heels. I often peek at my mother changing clothes,
and of course, I masturbate while I'm watching.
When I got home at noon that day, I called out, "Mom, I'm home!" as soon as I entered the house. Usually, Mom would answer
, usually from the kitchen, since she gets off work early and is usually preparing lunch.
But today, after I called out, I didn't hear a response like usual. I didn't think much of it
and went straight to the kitchen. "Sigh, no one's in the kitchen. Mom's not here?" I wondered and called out again, but
still no one answered. I went to the door and saw Mom's skirt jacket hanging on the coat rack, and her black high heels
on the shoe rack. "Mom's home!" I thought she might have gone out briefly, so I didn't think much of it and
went straight to my bedroom to change and check out the film I'd just gotten that day. Entering the bedroom, I habitually
sat down on the bed and took off my shoes. At that moment, I sensed something was wrong. I instinctively
glanced towards the wardrobe, and my eyes widened, my mouth gaped open. I saw the most horrifying sight:
hanging from my rope was a woman, her eyes slightly open, her tongue lolling out, her arms hanging naturally at her sides.
She was wearing a pink blouse and a black skirt, her legs, encased in stockings, stretched taut.
Two slippers lay askew on the floor, and a bed sheet lay nearby. "Mom... Mom... Mom..." I
felt like a block of wood, standing there for several minutes before I realized that my mother was hanging
from that deadly rope. I was terrified. It took me a long time to think of saving her. I rushed over and
hugged my mother tightly. Her body was still warm. I quickly stepped on the pedal and lowered her down. I carried her
to the bed and checked her pulse. There was no response. I put my finger under her nose. No breathing. That's
when I remembered CPR. I quickly put my hands together and pressed them against my mother's chest. I didn't know
where to put them, I just remembered it was her chest. As a result, my hands landed right on my mother's breasts and I started pressing
. After pressing for a while, my mother's slightly open eyes didn't react. Her tongue was still sticking out. But
my penis got hard. I couldn't believe that I would have such a reaction at this moment. I
remembered the CPR I'd seen on TV, and I quickly kissed my mother. But her
tongue, which was sticking out, immediately blocked my mouth. I tried to pull my tongue back in, so I bit her tongue with my teeth and tried
to force it into her mouth, but I couldn't get it in. Her soft tongue made my penis even
harder. That's when I realized my mother was beyond saving. I sat up, staring blankly at my mother's
body.
My mother must have been hanged when she came back to change the sheets. I deserve to die. After playing last night
, I forgot to put the rope away. As a result, my mother's head went through the rope, and it immediately hoisted her up.
But she wasn't as tall as me, and her feet couldn't reach the footrest, so she hanged herself. I had accidentally hanged my own
mother.
My mother lay on my bed, her legs spread wide. Her short skirt had been pulled down to her thighs,
revealing her white panties beneath her pantyhose. As I looked, my right hand reached out and touched her. The soft, smooth
feel sent a jolt through me. Was this what a woman was like? I had always masturbated while watching porn, but I
had never actually touched a woman. Even though she was my own mother,
the thought of touching her without any resistance gave me a thrill that led me to another idea: to defile my mother's
corpse. At that moment, the desire for a woman's body had overcome my reason.
I stood up, went to the door, and locked it. Dad usually doesn't come home until late at night, so it's
usually just Mom and me at home at this time. As I closed the door, my eyes immediately fell on Mom's black
high heels on the shoe rack. Excitedly, I picked them up, grabbed Mom's feet, and put the high heels on her. The alluring
sight made my whole body heat up, and the fire of desire burned so brightly that my eyes turned red. I quickly pulled down my pants,
and my rock-hard erection sprang out, aimed straight at Mom's vagina, and thrust
in. The stockings couldn't stop my attack at all. I just made a hole in the stockings at the entrance of her vagina
, and my penis slid straight in. "Ah, this is what a woman feels like." I felt her gripping
me In the southern border country, the stimulation to my glans was unprecedented, much better than masturbation. I gradually increased
the speed of my thrusting, my penis began to slide at high speed, and that tingling sensation constantly stimulated my sexual nerves,
making me increasingly excited. I grabbed my mother's head and bit down directly on her exposed tongue. My mother
's tongue was soft and slippery, becoming even more alluring under my sucking. I never imagined that my first
kiss with a woman would be with my mother, and even more absurdly, with my mother's corpse. I greedily kissed my mother's
lips. Because my mother had a habit of wearing lip balm, her lips were very smooth and not dry at all. I bit and nibbled for a long time
, and my mother's lips were covered with my teeth marks. My mother's wide-open eyes looked at me, as if she was beating me up.
Like an encouragement, I gently licked and sucked at my mother's eyes. I used my hands to open her eyelids and
licked and sucked at her eyeballs with my tongue. I felt a surge of excitement doing this. My mother was already dead; she couldn't
possibly feel pain anymore.
I gradually mastered some technique, and the speed of my thrusts slowed down, but the stimulation
only made me more excited. My mother's face had been covered in bites and kisses, with teeth marks and saliva.

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