Motherly love in single dormitories

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Back then, I lived in a single dormitory, the kind where everyone has their own room. When my mother came, I had to let her sleep in my bed and I slept on the floor. For the first two days, nothing happened, but slowly I became attracted to her. My mother was in her early forties then, but she didn't look old, and she maintained a good figure. I hadn't been with a woman for more than half a year, and I really wanted one. Being with my mother every day, the more I looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed, and the more impulsive I became. My mother dressed very casually in front of me, and sometimes when she changed clothes to go out, she would just ask me to turn around, and she was very kind to me. This wouldn't have been a problem, but because I had a guilty conscience, I always felt that my mother was seducing me.

That night, I went to bed around 10 pm. Soon after, my mother came into the room after taking a shower. She was wearing a short-sleeved white nightgown with flowers, and her freshly washed long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, making her look charming and delicate. Her snow-white and slender legs made my heart flutter. After Mom came into the room, she sat on the edge of the bed, drying her hair, and comfortably placed her feet on me.

In my dazed state, I felt like Mom was teasing me, and after hesitating for a while, I tentatively reached out and took her feet in my hands. Mom didn't try to pull away, just kept drying her hair, letting me caress her soft feet. At that moment, I was even more convinced that Mom was teasing me. Unable to contain my elation, I secretly kissed Mom's lovely, bare feet.

After Mom finished drying her hair, she ignored me and went to sleep. I was greatly disappointed, wondering if I had just been imagining things. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Later, Mom got up and asked me why I couldn't sleep. I mumbled something I didn't even know. Then Mom said that since we couldn't sleep, let's talk, and she lay down next to me, gently holding my left hand on her cheek. I stared at Mom, feeling that her gaze was so gentle and alluring.

My hope was rekindled, and I became excited again. My mom and I first talked about her argument with my dad, and she complained about his faults. Then she steered the conversation towards me, which was almost exactly what I expected! Mom asked if I had a girlfriend, and I said no. Mom then playfully imitated a line from a song, "You don't have a girlfriend? Of course I don't believe you." She laughed happily after saying that.

For some reason, I was convinced that Mom was indeed flirting with me, and I decided to confront her. After thinking for a moment, I had a plan. I first changed the subject to some trivial things from my childhood, and then talked to Mom about my neighbors in the compound when I was a child. Finally, I mustered all my courage and asked Mom, trembling, "Do you remember 'the family under the grape trellis'? That family was really interesting." Mom looked at me in surprise. She understood everything from my expression. She stared at me for a while as if she didn't recognize me, then shook her head, seemingly angry but not really, and said in a low voice, "It's late, go to sleep early." She then got up.

I realized I'd been deluding myself. Mom hadn't asked me to undress her completely, and we hadn't engaged in any passionate caresses or kisses. After a hasty foreplay, Mom and I each took off our pants. I was incredibly excited, but Mom seemed calm, lying there with her eyes closed, letting me do as I pleased… When I slowly inserted my penis into Mom's warm, moist vagina, I felt like I was dreaming; I couldn't believe it was real. My head was spinning, a mixture of excitement and nervousness washing over me. I thrust wildly, savoring every pleasurable sensation…

Soon I reached orgasm. After ejaculating the last drop of semen, my penis quickly shrank back slightly and slipped out of Mom's vagina with the slightest movement. I sat up, feeling uneasy and a little lost. Mom seemed calmer; she got up, dressed, and went to the bathroom. When she returned, we didn't talk again and silently went to sleep. I lay there for a long time, unable to fall asleep. Sometimes I felt incredibly sweet, like I'd eaten honey, and

other times I felt incredibly guilty towards Mom. The old woman's words kept replaying in my mind: "You're so pretty, it's no wonder your son grows up and sleeps with you!" I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Was this what they call a self-fulfilling prophecy? Lost in thought, I finally drifted off to sleep after a long while. That night, I imagined my mother hadn't slept well either.

I went to work early the next morning. I spent the day like a sleepwalker. When I returned to my dorm that evening, I thought my mother had left, but to my surprise, she was still there! She was chatting happily with a colleague who shared a room with me, and had even warmly invited him to dinner. During dinner, my mother continued to chat enthusiastically with that guy, but she didn't neglect me either, occasionally talking to me. My mother was wearing a white short-sleeved pajama top with blue floral patterns, her long hair casually tied back, exuding the charm of a mature woman. My colleague seemed attracted to my mother as well; I noticed him stealing glances at her long, white legs, which made me very unhappy.

But it was fortunate that he was there, otherwise, it would have been incredibly awkward for my mother and me to be alone together. However, during dinner, I gradually realized that Mom didn't seem to care much about what happened last night. She let that guy eat with us mainly for my sake—to avoid making me feel awkward. And the way she looked at me was tenderer than I'd ever seen before. I breathed a sigh of relief, my guilt vanished, and a sweet joy, like that of first love, welled up inside me.

After dinner, I did housework with Mom, something I rarely did. We didn't talk much, but the feeling was warm, like newlyweds. That night, we made love naturally. Mom still wouldn't let me help her undress, wasn't keen on kissing me, and especially wouldn't let me kiss her private parts. But I still felt immense satisfaction.

In the following days, Mom and I made love every day. Mom gradually opened up, and when I could passionately kiss every part of her body—including her private parts—we quickly became one. On the day Mom left, we were both very reluctant to part, but we didn't say anything. I watched Mom calmly gather her things and leave peacefully. I felt like I'd been dumped again.

A little over a month later, I took leave to visit my family and went home. My parents were surprised I was going back then instead of during the Spring Festival, but they didn't ask much. To my surprise, my mother treated me the same as before, whether anyone was around or not; it was as if nothing had ever happened between us. Later, I couldn't hold back anymore. One time, when it was just the two of us in the living room, I suddenly hugged my mother. She quickly pushed me away and left. After that, my mother never spent time alone with me again. I felt very disappointed, but I still couldn't give up.

That evening, my mother went to a colleague's wedding alone. I felt my chance had come. After dinner, I waited in a quiet spot on her way home. Around 7 o'clock, my mother returned on her bicycle. There was no one around, and despite her objections, I dragged her to a secluded corner by the roadside. My mother scolded me in a low voice, and I held her tightly, begging for her forgiveness. Later, my mother stopped scolding me, and her body softened. I hugged her and kissed her passionately.

I was so excited that I wanted to pull down my mother's pants and have sex with her right there on the roadside. My mother was terrified and resisted fiercely, refusing to agree no matter what. Finally, I suggested we go to a hotel. My mother still refused; she was afraid of police raids and even more afraid of running into acquaintances. No matter how I tried to persuade her, it was no use. We just sat there, but I was at my wit's end. I felt my whole body burning with a desire I'd never felt before. I even thought that if I couldn't have sex with my mother that night, I would be consumed by lust. I frantically tried to think of one solution after another,

but to my dismay, none of them worked. Just when I was about to despair, a brilliant idea struck me: my mother's workplace. It was a small workplace; no one worked or was on duty at night, and there wasn't much foot traffic around—it was indeed a good place. I excitedly told my mother, and at first, she still refused, but after my persistent pleading, she reluctantly agreed. I went back to my mother's workplace with her and sneaked in, like a thief. Mom didn't turn on the light, and we groped our way into her office. Because of the streetlights, the office was brighter than the hallway outside.

There were two desks in the office, one for my mother and one for another woman. Upon entering the office, my mother instinctively sat down at her desk. Perhaps due to nervousness and awkwardness, she seemed somewhat flustered. At that moment, I didn't care about anything else; I quickly stripped naked, then lifted my mother onto the desk and began undressing her. My mother hesitated, not wanting to take off her clothes, so I told her they would get wrinkled if she didn't. She thought for a moment and let me undress her. I quickly kissed my mother's entire body, even kissing her feet and putting her toes in my mouth to please her.

My mother giggled and pulled away, finally less nervous, and gestured for me to enter quickly. I knew she was eager to leave, so after a quick kiss on her genitals, I leaned forward and slowly inserted my penis. I felt that my mother was very dry inside, and she moaned softly, so I stopped. Seeing this, my mother quickly said it was okay and told me to continue. I was burning with desire and didn't care anymore, so I hugged my mother tightly and slowly began to thrust. After a while, my mother wasn't so dry inside anymore, so I sped up my thrusts. But my movements were so strong that the table started to rattle. My mother quickly told me to be gentler, but how could I control myself at that moment? Without thinking, I picked my mother up and put her on the floor, continuing to thrust wildly until I reached orgasm.

Afterwards, I felt completely drained, utterly weak, but also incredibly satisfied. I lay there, not wanting to move. My mother quickly got up and hurriedly cleaned herself and the floor. Seeing her like this, I had no choice but to get up and help her clean up before quickly leaving. I had gained immense satisfaction from this "rendezvous" with my mother, but I still felt guilty and sorry for her. The next afternoon, I left home and went back.

I didn't return home until the Spring Festival of that year. During the Spring Festival, my dad went away for two nights. Those two nights, I secretly sneaked into my mom's room and made love to her in the middle of the night. Both times, she was unwilling, afraid of being discovered by the family. Especially the second night, she was initially very adamant, but after my persistent coaxing, she finally relented. Those two nights felt somewhat uninteresting. Although I was very aroused and reached orgasm, I couldn't find the feeling I had with my mom in the dormitory.

Not long after the Spring Festival, I met my current wife. I fell in love with her almost at first sight. I put in a lot of effort to make her my girlfriend, and then my wife. After having her, my desire for my mom faded. Of course, this was also related to the feeling I had with her during those last two nights, and besides, it was indeed a rare opportunity for me and my mom to be together.

After I started dating my girlfriend, my mom and I returned to our previous mother-son relationship, as if nothing had happened. We never mentioned it when we were together. I once thought that nothing would ever happen between my mom and me again. After dating my girlfriend for about two years, we started preparing for our wedding. I originally wanted to hold the wedding banquet back home, but my girlfriend's family wasn't too keen on it. Since I already had my own house, and my family didn't object, we held the banquet locally. About a week before my wedding, my parents came to help me prepare and moved into our new home with me.

For some reason, my mother seemed especially beautiful those few days, and we spent a lot of time alone together, which made me a little tempted. But I didn't want to pressure my mother anymore, and with my father around, there really wasn't much of a chance, so I didn't dare make any moves. The day before my wedding, everyone from my family came, including my grandfather. After dinner, my father took my grandfather back to his hotel. Only my mother and I were left in the new home. I knew this was a rare opportunity, but I was also worried that my father might not be back for a while, and besides, my mother might not agree.

My mother and I sat in the living room watching TV. My mother seemed very interested in the programs, while I was captivated by my mother. Mom was wearing a short-sleeved white nightgown again. Her dignified and beautiful face still didn't look old, and she exuded a charming mature woman's allure, especially her long, slender, white legs, which were still so tempting. I was aroused by Mom, but I hesitated and didn't dare to approach her. While I was hesitating, time passed quickly. By 9 o'clock, I was completely disappointed.

I couldn't help but secretly hope that Dad would come home soon so I could be relieved. Around 9:30, Dad suddenly called and said that he would be staying at a hotel with Grandpa tonight and wouldn't be coming back. I was overjoyed to hear this. I don't know what I said to Dad, but I was so grateful to him. Even now, I still feel grateful to Dad. When I hung up the phone, Mom looked at me curiously, and I told her that Dad was staying at the hotel with Grandpa and wouldn't be coming back. Then I added, "Mom, it'll just be the two of us tonight." Mom immediately saw through my thoughts, blushed, and turned her head away.

At that moment, I didn't hesitate at all. I immediately went forward and hugged my mother. My mother tried to push me away and said somewhat shyly, "You're getting married tomorrow, it's too unfair to them." I didn't care about that and just kept begging my mother to say yes. Later, my mother couldn't resist my nagging and finally agreed. That night, I wanted to spend the night in the bridal chamber, but my mother absolutely refused, so we ended up spending it in the guest room. That night, my mother was very gentle and cooperative—although not very proactive. When my penis entered my mother's body again, listening to my mother's soft moans, my pleasure was indescribable. We enjoyed our lovemaking passionately and ecstatically until we both reached orgasm, then we fell asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up at around 6 a.m. the next day. I found that my mother was already up and washing up, so I got up too. After getting up, I went to the bathroom to urinate, ignoring the fact that my mother was combing her hair in the bathroom. When my mother saw this, she scolded me, saying I wasn't shameless. My mother looked very alluring as she combed her hair, and as I watched, my desire flared up again. I hugged her from behind. She quickly told me to let go, saying that my parents were coming home soon and that I shouldn't be fooling around. I said they wouldn't be back that early.

Then I picked her up and, ignoring her protests, carried her into the new room to sleep on the new bed. After I undressed her, she had no choice but to make love to me again. Perhaps because we had done it the night before, it took me a long time to reach orgasm this time. Afterwards, my mother scolded me for being foolish while cleaning herself. I smiled and said to her, "Mom, we've consummated our marriage, so you're my wife now." My mother blushed with embarrassment.

When my parents returned, everyone got busy. That day, I didn't have another chance to be close to my mother. But I still took several photos with her. Some of the photos were taken with my mother embracing me, which made her a little nervous and uneasy. But that was unnecessary; people just thought we were a loving mother and son, and nothing more. I still often secretly look at those photos, reminiscing about the wonderful moments I shared with my mother.

After I got married, with my wife around, I had even fewer opportunities to be close to my mother. Nothing more happened between us. Now my mother looks older, and I'm not young anymore; I no longer have the urge to have sex with her. But I still cherish the times I spent with her. I also believe that the secret between my mother and me will never be known to anyone.

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