Time and time again on the tram

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I remember one summer after I graduated when I was nineteen, I had played video games until late the night before, and this morning I was going shopping with my mom. My mom was thirty-nine 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 stinging.
Growing up in a single-parent family, I'd always been my mom's best shopping assistant, helping her carry things and giving her advice. She often bought me toys or things I liked, so I quite enjoyed shopping with her.
Today was the same as usual; my mom was wearing a casual tracksuit with a short skirt, and I was in a sporty hip-hop outfit. We wandered around, buying whatever caught our eye. As we walked, for some reason, when we passed a Triumph counter, my mom stopped and went inside. I, as usual, just stood there, lost in thought.
Lingerie counters these days aren't like they used to be; sexy lingerie is displayed more boldly. Perhaps I didn't notice at first, but what was displayed in front of me was a seductive see-through thong set. Maybe it was because I had just woken up, but as I looked at it, my penis started to get hard. At that moment, I really didn't dare move. Suddenly, my mother moved away from me, her back to me, and walked towards the garment. Her beautiful buttocks brushed firmly against my penis. I panicked and quickly took a small step back. My mother, however, remained unmoved and continued looking at her clothes.
After a while, "Let's go to the train station, let's go to the next place to shop," my mother said. That's when we ended our visit to 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, as usual, stood near the door, with my mother standing in front of me. For some reason, it got increasingly crowded. My little brother, whose swelling had finally subsided from walking, got shoved and bumped into my mom's butt. Oh no, it got hard again, incredibly erect. Since our clothes were so thin, could my mom really not feel it? But if I tried to move to the back, my butt would bump into someone again, making the atmosphere really awkward.
My mom sensed my unease and fidgeting, so she pretended to be calm, afraid I'd become even more anxious. So I stayed pressed against her back, unable to move, swaying with the train. During this process, there was a mix of guilt and pleasure; and my mom, she just closed her eyes. Was she running away? Or was she, like me, somewhat intoxicated?
After about twenty minutes, we finally arrived at the station. We got off the train in order, and my mom, pretending to be nonchalant, smiled and said, "Phew... finally here. Let's go to Sogo!" I nodded and followed her.
When we arrived in Sogo, the first thing Mom did was look for the restroom. I went in too, took out my penis to pee, and saw that the glans was covered in clear, white discharge. I quickly wiped it with toilet paper. After using the restroom, I went outside and waited for Mom as usual. Standing there, I wondered if she had the same discharge.
After a while, Mom came out of the restroom. "Have you been waiting long?" Mom asked. "Um...no," I replied, and we continued shopping at the department store. As we walked, I don't know why, or maybe it was because Mom was different from usual after getting off the bus—like a young girl, jumping around as if trying to attract men—I started paying attention to her body, looking at her hips, her breasts, her legs, every part of her. I was completely captivated by her.
Mom 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 walk up behind me, grab my shoulder, and ask if it looked good, or intentionally or unintentionally bump into me with her buttocks and body, except for my younger brother. Now, no matter what we do, like helping Mom carry money or bags, we instinctively touch each other's bodies.
At lunchtime, Mom and I sat facing each other, and she ate without any hesitation, her chest puffed out, as if afraid I wasn't looking at her. I also had to resist the temptation and eat my most reluctant meal.
After lunch, Mom and I went shopping again. We went into a clothing store, and Mom picked out an outfit to try on. She came out wearing a top with a cutout on the right side of her waist and an off-the-shoulder top with a short skirt with a little lace diagonally to the left. "Does it look good, Yulin?" The whole outfit showed off Mom's figure. "Yes, it's so pretty!" I replied. 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!" I replied, "Okay!" Then we walked towards the station.
Once on the train, the crowd was still dense. Mom was leaning against the door again, and I stood behind her. 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 penis. A physical reaction immediately arose 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, but then Mom moved her right buttock, which had been pressing against my penis, to the right, placing her buttocks on my penis. At this point, my penis was erect, ready for intercourse.
After one stop, more people got on the train, and my mother and I pressed even closer together. I don't know why, but I just wanted to position my penis in the most comfortable position. So I reached into my pocket and moved my hard penis forward, pressing the head against my mother's anus and vaginal opening. Maybe it was because our clothes were so thin, but the feeling was incredibly like having sex. I kept thinking about how we could tear each other's underwear so we could have each other.
My mother still kept her eyes tightly closed, gripping the railing tightly, afraid of losing her balance. We continued like this until we reached the station to go home.
After getting off the train, my mother had come to her senses and walked forward, and I followed closely behind her. Outside the train station, we got into a taxi, one on each side. The driver, perhaps having had a few drinks, said, "Oh! Are you two arguing? Sitting so far apart." My mother blushed even more, and a smile appeared on her face.
Back home, we went about our business as usual, nothing much had changed, except that we were now more mindful of each other's movements and bodies. I did one more thing than usual: I went to the bathroom to masturbate. And from that day on, our shopping trips became a secret affair, a mutual enjoyment.
One time, my mother asked me to go shopping again. I had just showered and, without even looking for underwear, just threw on my sweatpants and went out. After boarding the train with my mother, we snuggled together comfortably, as usual. My penis started to swell, so I pressed it against my mother's vulva. But this time, it felt different; it felt more real, and my mother's reaction was different too. Her eyes were wide open, and her buttocks kept gently rubbing against my penis, and she would also push slightly towards me.
This time, my mother curiously touched her rear end, then quickly withdrew her hand. She turned her face and whispered, "You're not wearing underwear?" I nodded, and then my mother closed her eyes again, continuing to rub her buttocks against me. But this time, after rubbing and rubbing, I ejaculated—I ejaculated through three layers of clothing outside my mother's vulva!
I stood there, forcing myself to stay awake, and said to my mom, "My pants are wet, what should I do?" At that moment, my mom opened her eyes, turned around, and took some tissues from her purse. She said, "Be careful, use this to wipe yourself first. I'll use your purse to cover it up later. When you walk behind, just stay close so no one can see." At that moment, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders and felt much more at ease.
After leaving the station, we went to the SOGO restroom to freshen up, as usual. After we came out, my mom chuckled and asked, "Can I have my purse back now?" I nodded and said, "Yes, you can!" My mom continued shopping happily, and I followed behind her joyfully.
We strolled and ate, having a wonderful time. We talked more than usual, chatting as we walked and ate, about Mom's career and my studies, just like a couple.
On the way home, since Mom hadn't bought anything this time, I could grab the same railing as her with my other hand, my other hand on her shoulder, my penis against her vulva. Good heavens! I felt like my glans could go in, two or three centimeters in and out—it was such a different feeling! Mom's eyes were wide open this time, as if she were watching my penis enter her vagina. My hand,
gripping the railing, instinctively reached for Mom's buttocks. As I touched them, I felt strange—how could it feel so real? It turned out Mom had already taken off her underwear. I put my hand back down, and then we both thrust even harder into each other, trying to penetrate five or even seven centimeters. We were very careful, afraid someone would see us having sex.
Then Mom turned around and said, "My skirt must be wet. When we get off the train, you have to stay close behind me, or someone will see." Then we continued to sway with the train.
After this, maybe Mom became smarter. She went and bought herself a super-thin pure cotton sports skirt and pants, and they were black, so that no one would notice they were wet. Although Mom didn't say anything when she gave me the pants, this time we both tacitly wore them to take the train and go shopping. Wearing the pants Mom bought this time felt different. I touched them from the outside, and the feel was just like wearing a condom. Before we even got on the train, my penis was already erect, so I borrowed Mom's purse to cover it up. Once on
the train, as if we had been looking forward to it for a long time, we were eager to test the effectiveness of the clothes. Sure enough, it was different from last time. Almost two-thirds of my penis could be inserted, and Mom's eyes were fixed on the outside of the window. We made love like this, sometimes swaying slightly, sometimes forcefully. Especially when the train was changing tracks, that was the most comfortable time for us. I could use the swaying of the carriage to vigorously swing my buttocks, it felt so good!
As I continued thrusting, "Mom, I'm going to cum!" I whispered carefully in my mother's ear. At this moment, her buttocks arched even more, and her vagina clenched even tighter. I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a few forceful thrusts, I released all my semen.
After getting off the train, my mother kept touching her skirt and asked me, "It's wet, can you tell?" I kept saying,
"Absolutely not."

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