Mother's Back View 18 (Completed) - Rebirth from the Ashes

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My Mother's Back View 1-8
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My Mother's Back View 1
I was born in a small county town in northern China. My father worked in a government office, and my mother was an accountant at a construction company. My mother wasn't pretty; she was an ordinary person. She wasn't very well-educated, but she worked very hard and passed various accounting exams. My childhood memories of my mother are vague. My father was very successful and always busy, and I could feel that my mother greatly admired and loved him.
Everything changed when I entered puberty. My first experience was one morning. I can't remember why I slept in the same bed as my mother that day, while my father slept in the living room. When I woke up, I heard moaning coming from the living room. I hesitated whether to get up and go to the door to see what was happening when my mother, covering her lower body, opened the door and came in. I quickly pretended to be asleep, and then opened my eyes to see my mother, naked from the waist down, looking for clothes in the wardrobe with her back to me. My mother was tall and had a large bottom. When she bent over to rummage, I could vaguely see her private parts, and I had my first memorable erection. My mother's naked back view became my sexual awakening.
From then on, peeping at my mother became my greatest hobby. I was restless whenever my mother used the toilet, took a shower, or changed clothes, but at most I could only see her white buttocks. The scene I witnessed that morning was my most exciting memory before I went to high school
. I especially liked to linger in front of a public toilet near my home. That toilet was very large, with more than 20 stalls and no partitions. There was no wall to cover the women's toilet door either. When I passed by the door, I could see the three stalls on the outside. Whenever there was someone in the outer stall, I would always pretend to find an excuse to walk back and forth a few times. Once, a mother brought a child to the toilet and let the child play outside. Perhaps she was worried and chose the outermost stall. I walked back and forth three times and finally saw the woman's dark pubic hair!
I remember that I often dreamed in the morning that I was being chased and killed. I hid under my mother's skirt, and my mother desperately tried to stay calm and help me deal with the enemies. But I hid between her legs, pulled back her underwear, and peeked at her vulva. My mother clearly noticed but dared not do anything. I would wake up with a painful, erect penis.
In my first year of high school, we moved to a bigger house with three bedrooms. As I grew older, I became more "sensible" and started thinking about actually having sex with my mother. @
Mother's Back View 2
In high school, both my parents were very busy, and I felt their relationship wasn't very good. That year I was 16 and my mother was 40. I started eavesdropping on my parents having sex. Because my father would often socialize until late at night, frequently returning home drunk or playing mahjong until the early hours, the chances of him having sex with my mother were highest when he came home slightly drunk and in a good mood. I would usually prick up my ears and wait for that moment. There was a glass panel on the door to my parents' bedroom, with a calendar hanging inside, but two slits on either side of the calendar—these slits were my voyeuristic paradise. Even though they usually turned off the lights, the suppressed moans were incredibly tempting. Of course, my predictions weren't always accurate; I would often hide in the room and wait foolishly for hours. One time, my slightly drunk father and mother entered the bedroom and didn't turn off the lights. I quietly peered through the cracks in the window and saw a shocking scene. My father lay flat on his back, only his lower body visible. My mother's hand was manipulating his limp penis. His penis showed no signs of erection, while mine was as hard as an iron rod. After a short rest, when I looked again, my mother had my father's penis in her mouth. I couldn't see her expression, but I could feel her anxiety. I wanted to say, "Mom, let me do it! Look how hard I am!" Then my father rolled over and pressed down on top of me, disappearing from sight, only my mother's low moans could be heard. My usually serious mother was giving my father oral sex. I excitedly fantasized about my mother giving me oral sex, and thick semen shot into my underwear. I've lost count of how many nights like that I experienced. During that time, when I masturbated, all I could think about was my mother's buttocks. Another
time, after waiting a long time, I finally heard suppressed moans. The lights in their room were off, and by the light from the window, I could vaguely see my mother lying on the bed and my father standing behind her. My mother kept saying, "No, no, be gentle, be gentle..." At the time, I didn't understand and felt it was strange; I had never heard my mother speak so loudly during sex before. As some might have guessed, my father was anally penetrating her. Then I heard my mother scream, "Fuck you! Take it out, it hurts!!!" I could even hear my mother cursing. My father, panting, tried to comfort her; I couldn't understand what he was saying, but I could sense his excitement. After that, my mother rushed into the bathroom and didn't come out for a long time. After that day, another image of my mother appeared in my mind, and I fantasized about my penis entering and exiting her anus every day.
The opportunity came unexpectedly. My father was transferred to a work group and went to the countryside, usually only coming home once a week. Only my mother and I were left at home. Every night, I would study in my room while my mother lay in her room watching TV. At this time, I would get incredibly hard, and as usual, while studying, I would wonder what my mother was doing in her room. Every now and then, I would tiptoe to the crack in the door to peek. One day, it was past midnight, and I finished studying and was about to go to sleep when I remembered to check on my mother. Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw that the room lights were off, but the TV was still on. The TV program had stopped showing static. She'd probably fallen asleep watching TV. I pushed open the door, turned off the TV, and turned to see my mother wearing only underwear—a large, flesh-colored thong. Her thick pubic hair peeked out from the edge of the underwear. Looking at her spread legs, my penis instantly hardened. I started to move, my mind filled with countless fantasies of making love with my mother. My mother was sleeping peacefully, her nostrils twitching as she gently snored, her legs apart and one hand above her head. I didn't care anymore; I'd go for it. I went to the bedside and gently touched her vulva. I could feel her warmth even through the underwear. I nervously looked into her eyes and tried to slip my hand inside the edge of her underwear. I was terrified she'd wake up. Before I could even think of what to say, my index and middle fingers slipped inside the edge of her underwear. I touched it—soft. I didn't dare move. So, I rubbed my penis with my left hand while my right hand remained inside my mother's underwear. I felt myself about to ejaculate, and I quickly tried to hold it in; I still wanted to have sex with her. My right hand continued forward, and I touched her clitoris. This was her clitoris! It felt quite large. I gently touched it a few times, and suddenly my mother started to turn over. I hurriedly pulled my hand away. At that moment, she woke up and stared at me, noticing my left hand inside her underwear. I frantically took two steps back and said, "Why didn't you turn off the TV?" before running back to my room as if fleeing.
The next day, I pretended nothing had happened, and my mother didn't ask me anything. But when she came into my room that night, she locked the door heavily. "Oh no, she found out." "But why didn't she ask me?" "What does locking the door mean?" I hid in my room in anguish, unable to concentrate on my studies. I turned off the lights early and tossed and turned in bed. After a while, I heard my mother open the door. She pushed open my door and stared at me, who was pretending to be asleep.
"Why are you asleep so early?"
"I don't want to study anymore."
"Stop thinking nonsense, concentrate on studying, do you hear me?"
"Okay, I know."
With that brief conversation, I knew she wouldn't blame me, and she probably wouldn't tell my father for now.
The next two weeks passed peacefully. The final exams were over, and my grades plummeted. Looking at the report card, my mother was silent.
"Why are you so bad? Your father will beat you to death if he sees this!"
"I can't concentrate on studying at night lately."
"Why? What are you thinking about every day?"
"I don't know, I don't know!!"
For some reason, I got angry first. I wanted to say, how can I concentrate on studying if I'm thinking about your big butt all day?
Let me mess with you, I can't concentrate without messing with you!
But how could I say it? A nameless anger flared up on my mother.
"I'm in a bad mood lately, I can't help it, let my dad beat me to death!!" Saying that, I slammed the door and went back to my room. My mother stood there stunned for a long time before turning around and going to the kitchen to cook.
When my father came home on the weekend, he didn't blame me for my bad exam results. I was too ashamed to face him and hid for two days. My father left happily on Monday morning, and my mother said to me, "I told your dad you did well on your exam. You better make the most of this holiday and catch up on your studies!"
My mother helped me hide my exam results! It was so unexpected; I suddenly realized we shared a secret—she helped me! That night, my mother didn't lock her room. Lying in bed, I kept thinking about what happened that day. She helped me lie, telling me to be more capable. She must have already discovered I was touching her inappropriately. Leaving the door unlocked tonight—was she hinting at something? I fell asleep without realizing it, only to wake up in the middle of the night needing to pee. On my way back from the bathroom, I passed her room and unconsciously pushed the door open. It creaked open. My mother was facing away from the door; I couldn't tell if she was asleep. She was still wearing those underwear, covered with a towel. I walked over, staring at her back, my penis throbbing with hardness. After hesitating for a moment, I gritted my teeth and reached out to touch the buttocks I'd been dreaming of. " Such soft buttocks, it feels unreal, like a dream
."
Suddenly, my mother's voice startled me. She wasn't asleep;
she hadn't turned around, still facing away from me
. "I really want to touch you, Mom. I'm sorry, I can't help it."
"I know you're curious at this age. It's nothing, just don't think about it."
Staring at my mother's back, listening to her admonition, I suddenly exploded.
"Please, Mom, let me touch you just once, just once, I promise I'll study hard."
My hand climbed onto her buttocks and slipped inside her underwear. Such smooth, big buttocks.
"What are you doing? This child is crazy!" My mother started to struggle, but it was much easier than I expected. With a little force, I pulled her underwear down to her knees. Her snow-white buttocks faced me, struggling to sit up. I pressed my whole body against her, forcing her into a prone position.
My mouth was close to my mother's ear, pleading incessantly, "Just once, just touch me, I'll study hard." My hands below greedily caressed her smooth buttocks. My middle finger slipped down into my mother's vagina. My mother, panting heavily, kept yelling, "Get out! Get out!" I ignored her, slowly inserting my fingers, then two. Her resistance weakened, and her vagina became wet. She mechanically repeated, "Get out!" I saw her close her eyes, and I decided to act. I used my upper body and left hand to pin her down, and my right hand pulled down her underwear. She immediately felt my penis and began to struggle again, but not strongly. I pressed my genitals against her buttocks, my penis deeply embedded in her cleft.
"You're crazy, really crazy! Let me go, hurry!"
I rubbed my lower body, trying to penetrate her, but she kept her legs tightly closed, and I couldn't get in no matter what. We remained like this for several minutes, until I was covered in sweat. Suddenly, my right leg parted her knees, and the instant my body squeezed between her legs, my penis entered a wet place. My first time, I fucked my mother! She softly groaned and said, "Fuck your mother." This reminded me of the moment my father penetrated her anus. I became incredibly excited, my buttocks began to thrust wildly, and soon gushes of semen gushed out.
The room was deathly silent. We lay there like that, my penis sliding out of hers. After a long while, I got up, found some paper to clean my mother up, and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, I'm going back now." She ignored my
mother's retreating figure .
I raped my mother…!
I fled back to my room like a madman, sitting on the bed, lost in thought.
Suddenly, I felt disgusted. How could I do such a thing? My mind was filled with remorse. How could I face my mother? How could I face my father? Would he kill me if he found out? What should I do now?
I heard my mother enter the bathroom, but she didn't shower. For a good ten minutes, she remained quietly in the bathroom. Worried that something might have happened to her, I went to knock on the door.
"Mom, I was wrong…" "…" "Are you alright?"
"I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please forgive me this once, I'll never do it again!"
I cried, repeatedly apologizing and vowing never to do such a thing again. I truly swear I'll never do it again.
My mother opened the door; she was still wearing those underwear, and she was crying too, crying very hard. I knelt down on the floor with a thud, hugged my mother's legs, and begged her for forgiveness, sobbing. She cried even harder, pounding her fist on my shoulder. "How could I have spoiled you like this?! What a sin!!"
I hugged her tighter, pressing my face against her lower abdomen, smelling the pungent odor mixed with semen. Suddenly, I began to doubt my vow.
This matter just passed by like that. The next day, my mother and I acted as if nothing had happened. Now that I think about it, my mother did spoil me. I was always afraid of my father, and my mother mostly helped me avoid his scolding. This might be why I dared to force myself on her regardless of the consequences.
When my father came home on the weekend, my mother and I acted as usual. My father didn't notice anything unusual. That night, I started listening to the sounds from the next room again. After waiting for a long time, I heard a low moan. I became extremely excited again, and the scene from that night kept repeating in my mind. I pressed my face against the crack in the door. In the darkness, it seemed as if my mother was lying on the bed, and my father was pressing down on her from behind. "Just like that day when I pressed down..." Just like her!
As usual, after finishing, I heard my mother go into the bathroom. I hid behind my bedroom door, vigorously rubbing my penis. I strained my ears to listen to the sounds outside, my mind replaying the passion of that day. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I saw my mother's surprised face through the small window in the door! She couldn't see what I was doing hiding by the door, but she could probably guess something from my expression. After a moment of surprise, she glared at me fiercely, turned around, and went back to her room.
Why did she come to spy on me? Why? Did she know I was eavesdropping on their lovemaking? Or was my father not satisfying her? That night, I was thinking wildly. The
next morning, before I even got out of bed, my father left. When I came out of my room, my mother was hurriedly combing her hair in the bathroom.
"The food is in the pot. Wash the dishes after you eat." My mother gave her the usual instructions, then left for work without even looking at me.
She didn't seem angry; my father's return didn't cause much trouble. Why did she come to my room to spy on me last night? The nausea I felt after that night was gone, and I was hard almost all day. I knew I was losing control; my vows had been shattered.
My mother came home early, and even her loose loungewear and long skirt seemed so sexy to me! We'd been so intimate that day, and I hadn't even touched her full breasts—unbelievable! Her cooking was truly amazing; tonight she made my favorite green beans and pork ribs stew. I forced myself to be calm, making small talk as we ate. After dinner, I insisted on washing the dishes, anxiously waiting for the lights to go out.
My mother seemed to sense something was about to happen; she went into her room early and slammed the door shut. Hearing the door lock made me incredibly frustrated. The scene of her spying on me last night had fueled my fantasies. I so desperately hoped it was because my father couldn't satisfy her, and she wanted comfort from me. I was so stupid. I sat alone in the living room, lights off, TV off, staring blankly into space. Before I knew it, I fell asleep on the sofa. I don't know how long I slept, but my mother shook me awake!
"Why are you sleeping here? Go inside and sleep!"
My mother shook me awake, turned, and went into the bathroom. "Whoosh!" Hearing her urinate, my penis, which had only rested for a short while, became erect again. I abruptly stood up, quietly went into my parents' room, and climbed onto my mother's bed in the dark, holding my breath nervously.
My mother hadn't expected me to be in her bed; you can imagine the surprised look on her face when she found me after lying down. She stared at me, and I stared back at her. For a full minute, neither of us spoke.
"Mom, I feel unwell," I said, reaching my hand towards my mother's buttocks.
She shoved my hand away. "What did you say that day?! Did you eat your words?" "Last night I heard you and Dad doing that, and I felt so uncomfortable." Hearing me mention last night, my mother froze. "Are you crazy?" she said shyly. "What kind of child are you?" "Mom, let me touch it again, just a touch."
Later, my mother often laughed at me for being a natural at being shameless with women.
My mother grabbed my hand, but I grabbed it back and pulled it sharply to my penis
. Through my shorts, her palm touched my penis, and she cried out, trying to pull away. "Please, Mom, look how hard it is, look!" I don't know if my pleas worked, or if my still-impressive penis attracted her, but her resistance weakened, and her palm softly rested on my penis. "Didn't you say you'd never do this again? Did you eat your words?" My mother asked this question again, but she didn't seem very angry. I became more and more excited; I felt the dawn of victory!
I lay flat on my back, my mother facing me. Suddenly, I reached out and pulled her into my arms, releasing her right hand with my left and grasping her full breasts. They were truly full, soft, incredibly soft, and without a bra, I could feel their obvious sagging. I noticed she hadn't moved her right hand away; it was still on my penis. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, please, just this once." My mother's back turned. "How can you be so insensible? Is this something you do with your mother? How could you learn such bad things at such a young age? Who taught you this? Who corrupted you? Was it Li Jun and his friends? Li
Jun was my junior high classmate. He didn't do well on his high school entrance exam and dropped out to help his dad repair cars. My mother always opposed my association with him, but the more she opposed it, the closer we became. If he weren't busy repairing cars, we would hang out together during holidays.
" "It has nothing to do with Li Jun; we rarely see each other anymore.
" "Then who? Who taught you to do this?"
My mother's right hand didn't leave my penis. She gripped it tightly as she said this, and the word "do" made me even harder. "
It's you and Dad! I see you doing this all the time!!
" "You!..."
"I even saw Dad doing it to you here." As I spoke, my finger probed my mother's anus.
"Get out!! Don't talk nonsense!" She suddenly slapped my stomach, and as I winced in pain, she tried to get up and leave.
"I really saw it, and you still won't admit it!"
I
hugged my mother tightly with both arms, how could I let her get away?
"I even saw you kissing my dad's penis!"
"Get out, this child has completely gone bad, all these years I've raised a white-eyed wolf to harm me..." My mother's voice grew softer and softer, as if she were talking to herself.
Seeing my mother's docile reaction, I gradually relaxed, and the scenes I had secretly seen and learned in the video arcade all flooded my mind. I touched my mother's breasts again, trembling as I tried to unbutton her pajamas. She struggled, but not resolutely.
"They're so big! How long has it been since I saw them?!" My mother curled up on her side in my arms, her breasts, unbraced, softly spread to one side, the deep cleavage reminding me of her large buttocks. I gently pulled her flat, and she let out a soft moan as I took her nipple into my mouth. The act of suckling breast milk doesn't need to be learned; perhaps it was maternal instinct, but she became quiet, her eyes closed, looking very tense. While suckling her nipple, I skillfully slipped my left hand inside my mother's pajama bottoms. Without any resistance, I easily reached her crotch. My hand slipped into her warm, damp crotch, rubbing it against her thick pubic hair. "No, no…!"
My mother offered futile resistance, but her legs spread wider and wider. Women really do become easier after the first time. There was no resistance as I pulled down her pants, and my mother pulled the blanket over her head. I couldn't see her expression, only her pubic hair matted together with her vaginal fluids and her wide-open vulva. Although I was going crazy with excitement, I wasn't in a hurry. I wasn't the little brat who raped my mother that night anymore. I wanted to learn how to make her feel good, just like in the video.
I kissed my mother's soaking wet vulva. She was clearly surprised and suddenly squeezed her thighs together. "Fuck your mother..." came another scream. I understood that my mother liked to utter this curse word when she was unexpectedly stimulated or excited, and it became my most stimulating sex command!
Later, I learned that my mother had never been given oral sex, which gave me a deeper understanding of my father's selfishness. He made my mother perform oral sex, even penetrated her anus, while he never cared about her feelings.
My mother's reaction was intense; she squeezed her thighs tightly and pushed my head away with both hands. I buried my head between my mother's white crotch without flinching, my tongue and lips greedily licking my mother's vulva like I was sucking on an ice pop when I was a child. That pungent smell mixed with the scent of urine was so captivating. Her vulva grew increasingly wet, I couldn't tell if it was my mother's vaginal fluid or my saliva, it covered my face.
She began to tremble, her buttocks trying to push upwards. "Ah...fuck your mother..." She squeezed me hard, then suddenly spread her legs, trembling. I hadn't expected to bring her to orgasm with just my tongue and lips. I looked up, dumbfounded, at my trembling mother, the sheets beneath her soaked. "Mom, are you alright?"
I felt a little guilty; I'd seen women orgasm in porn, but never with this kind of reaction. She still had the towel covering her head, breathing heavily, her half-naked breasts heaving with each breath. My penis, which had softened slightly from the shock, hardened again, and I guided it towards my mother's wet crotch.
"I'm coming in, huh?!"
I seemed to be challenging my mother, gently sliding into her wet vulva. The feeling was indescribably wonderful. According to my later sexual partners, my penis was quite large, but my mother never compared it to my father's size, no matter how much I clung to her. The kneeling position wasn't very comfortable. After a few thrusts, I lay on top of my mother. I didn't dare lift her blanket, imagining her expression as I thrust forcefully. The prone position allowed for deeper penetration; it felt like a small mouth inside her vagina was holding my glans. Each time I entered and exited that mouth, my mother would moan in response.
Her moans grew louder, and I thrust faster and faster. Soon, I ejaculated deep inside her.
Only after my penis slid out did I roll over. The nausea and remorse I felt after my last ejaculation surged back. This feeling lingered with me afterward; every time I ejaculated, I felt disgusted and regretful about my actions. To avoid this feeling, I would even choose not to ejaculate.
My mother didn't move. A towel covered her head, and she wore an unbuttoned nightgown, her lower body naked. "Mom, are you alright?" I tried to pull the towel back, but she gripped it even tighter.
"What will you do if your dad finds out!"
The mention of my father only fueled my desire; my limp penis began to erect, and I rolled over and pressed down on her. My right hand guided my semi-erect penis, rubbing it between her legs.
"Are you done yet?" my mother said, but she didn't stop me at all. After a few rubs, it was almost fully hard, and I penetrated her without any effort. This time, I was more experienced and began to experience the legendary nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. My mother's breathing grew heavier, gradually turning into moans. I began to thrust rapidly, the slapping sounds like walking on a muddy dirt road on a rainy day.
"Roll over and lie down," I stopped, making my first sexual request to my mother. She obediently lay down, my erect penis covered in a white substance—I couldn't tell if it was my mother's secretions or my semen. I stroked my mother's buttocks, rubbed my penis against the hem of her nightgown a few times, and then inserted myself in the same position as that night. Although my mother's large buttocks prevented me from fully penetrating, this position was my favorite.
As I thrust harder, my mother began to arch her back, the rhythm quickening. Finally, I simply held her buttocks firmly, letting her do the work. After dozens of thrusts, that sweet "Fuck your mother!" rang out again. With my mother's trembling, I ejaculated again.
My mother lay there motionless. A wave of nausea washed over me. I got up and whispered in my mother's ear, "Go wash up, Mom," before running back to my room. Naked, I lay on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. The next day, I woke up very early; my mother was still asleep. I went into the bathroom and saw the sheets stuffed in the washing machine. I smiled smugly. I changed into my workout clothes, went for a run, and brought back some fried dough sticks.
My mother, preparing breakfast in the kitchen, paused when she saw me with the fried dough sticks. "I just put the steamed buns on the stove, and you didn't even tell me you were buying fried dough sticks?" It was as if nothing had happened the night before. She was still wearing yesterday's pajamas. Staring at her busy back, I remembered wiping my penis with her clothes last night. I walked over and tugged at her collar. "What are you doing?" My mother glared at me warily. "It's dirty here," I pointed to the slightly stiff collar. She turned her head and touched it, her face instantly turning bright red. "Annoying!" she said, running into the bedroom as if fleeing. That night, while my mother was brushing her teeth, I climbed into her bed again. This time she wasn't surprised, as if she had guessed I would come. Just like last time, my lips and tongue were enough to bring her to climax. And so, my mother and I began a new life. During the day, we would try our best to pretend, and at night we would make love passionately. The only thing that remained unchanged day and night was my mother's constant nagging about me studying hard. That night, as usual, I jumped onto my mother's bed early, excitedly waiting for her to get in. My mother came in after washing up and said to me, "Not today, I'm on my period!" "Why not?" "I can't explain it to you, don't ask. There are a few days every month when it's not possible!" After examining it for a long time, I finally reached in and touched a blood-stained sanitary napkin before stopping. I felt my mother was very tired, so I had to suppress my desire. I endured it for another day, but on the third day I couldn't take it anymore and went to beg my mother that night. "Absolutely not, it's filthy, and it'll make me sick." "Then give me oral sex. Like you did for Dad." I gave my mother oral sex almost every time we had sex, but she had never given me any. My mother didn't object, took off my underwear and started giving me oral sex. Her technique was very good, it felt really good, much better than my later girlfriends. Watching my mother kneeling between her legs, swallowing and spitting out my penis, was incredibly pleasurable. Suddenly I thought of my mother's anus, and my hand instinctively reached for her anus through her underwear. My mother had thick pubic hair, even around her anus there was a ring of downy hair. I gently stroked the downy hair. "Let me try your backside too," I deliberately said "together," and the painful cries of my mother when my father penetrated her that day flashed through my mind: "No, absolutely not!" "Why?" "No reason, you're taking advantage of me, I won't let you use your mouth anymore." Okay, it's not time yet. I was imagining my penis going in and out of my mother's anus when I ejaculated. She tried to pull her head away when she noticed, but I held her down tightly, and it all went into her mouth. "Ah~ it hurts!" My mother pinched me hard. She found a piece of paper and spat it on her. "Actually, the main reason you let your dad kiss you is because he doesn't get hard so easily. Licking him will make him hard." Sure enough, my father's sexual ability was declining, and my mother, whose sex drive was at its peak, couldn't satisfy him. That's why I had my chance. Thinking about this, my guilt lessened a lot. My father's trip to the countryside ended quickly, and we returned to our old life. He still came home very late every day, but I didn't know when he would come back. My mother and I no longer dared to openly have sex in bed. Usually, I would pull her into my room for a quickie. My mother was very worried about being discovered by my father. She made me spray mosquito repellent in the room every day, saying that mosquitoes would bite her when she was studying and she couldn't concentrate. After each sexual encounter, I would sprinkle some floral water to cover the smell. One Sunday near the end of summer vacation, my father slept until noon, ate lunch, and then went out to play mahjong. Hearing his car start and drive away (we lived on the third floor), I immediately took action. My mother was hanging clothes on the balcony, and I gently pressed myself against her back, slipping my hand inside her shorts. "I missed you so much!" "It's broad daylight, stop fooling around!" I pulled her into my room without further ado. It wasn't the first time; we both knew what to do. I made my mother lie face down on the edge of the bed, pulling her shorts and underwear down to her knees. I pressed my mouth against hers; she was already captivated by my oral skills, clearly enjoying it. I pressed my face against her buttocks , licking them vigorously. Suddenly, my mother said, "Let's start from the front," and got up, pulling off all her pants. Then she lay on the bed, spreading her legs wide in front of me. I was flushed with excitement and immediately pounced on her, starting to lick her like a child eating an ice pop. My mother's moans grew louder and louder. "Fuck your mother!" The command I hadn't heard for days finally came. She lay on the bed, convulsing. I got up triumphantly, pulled my shorts down to my knees, and, holding my penis, thrust it into my mother's disheveled lower body. That warm feeling of penetration was always so wonderful. Just then, I thought I heard the sound of a key turning in the door. "My dad!" My mother, still convulsing and kicking, shoved me away, jumped up, grabbed her pants, and tried to run out. I grabbed her and pushed her behind the door. My father went straight into their bedroom, quickly returned to the living room, and opened my bedroom door. "Where's your mother?" "She probably went out," I calmly sat down at my desk. "When she comes back, tell her to find the egg coupons and take them to your grandma." "Okay," I replied without turning around . Click, the door closed again, followed by the sound of the front door closing. I looked at my mother; she stood behind the door, naked from the waist down, clutching her shorts in fear. My father had been just a door away from her; she could even see him through the small window in the door. I could imagine how terrified she was. I went over and hugged her, rubbing her back to comfort her. Both our backs were soaked with sweat. "He must have seen my slippers. Won't he suspect something? The bed is so messy, and it smells." "No, men are insensitive." Seeing my mother so frightened only fueled my desire. I shoved her against the desk, making her hold onto it, and pulled out my hard penis, thrusting it in from behind. "Are you crazy? Your dad might not be gone yet!" "He's gone. It's okay, I'm so excited." I was more excited than ever before. The image of my father always stimulated my incestuous nerves. I kneaded my mother's soft breasts with one hand, and held her waist with the other, thrusting my penis relentlessly. My mother was startled by my sudden movements and couldn't help but moan. I ejaculated in less than a minute! "Who's bigger, my dad or me?" I asked, panting, a question I hadn't asked in a long time. " Who's bigger, my dad or me?" I asked, panting, a question I hadn't asked in a long time. "..." My mother gasped, ignoring me. I pushed my still-erect penis a few more times, bringing out the semen that had just been ejaculated. "Answer me! Am I bigger than him?" I used my middle finger to slowly smear the semen on my mother's wrinkled anus. "Go away, stop asking such pointless questions! Get up! I'm going to wash up." "Tell me, I really want to know." She asked as she inserted her middle finger into her anus. I don't know why, but mentioning my father aroused me. The question about size was just an excuse. Thinking about this question made the nausea I felt after having sex with my mother disappear.

"Ah~" My mother cried out, struggling to stand up. I held her down while continuing to penetrate her middle finger, which slid in easily thanks to the lubrication of her semen. At the same time, my penis, which had become hard again, began to thrust in and out. I could clearly feel the position of my middle finger, which was very stimulating.
"Alright, alright, stop it!!" My mother raised her voice, sounding a little angry. "I said no, get up!"
Seeing that my mother was really angry, I withdrew my finger, glancing at it. There was nothing dirty on it, just a slight smell.
As I pulled my finger out, my mother thrust backward dramatically, raising her upper body at the same time, squeezing my penis out. I was left standing there dumbfounded, my penis erect,
when I suddenly realized how difficult it is to force a woman if she is unwilling to cooperate!
My father's image was a huge stimulus to me; even after ejaculating, the thought of my father could make me aroused again. But it seemed the opposite for my mother. The thought of my father greatly diminished her sexual interest, so I temporarily avoided mentioning him. Only after ejaculating did I try to imagine what would happen if my father found out about our affair, to lessen the disgusting feeling afterward.
After this incident, my mother became even more cautious, never allowing me to touch her in the living room or bathroom, let alone their bed.
The promiscuous summer vacation was quickly coming to an end. The day before school started, at dinner, my father actually told me to go to boarding school for the new semester! Looking at my mother, who was eating silently with her head down, I knew it was definitely her idea. She was worried that my father would find out sooner or later. She wanted to kick me out. My father gave me a long lecture about cultivating self-reliance, focusing on studies, and so on. I felt defeated by my father, extremely depressed. I hastily finished my meal and stormed back to my room.
What kind of relationship did I have with my mother? Why was I jealous of my father? I sat at my desk, lost in thought, staring at my books.
My mother came in. "I'll go to school with you tomorrow and apply for boarding." I ignored her. She sighed and left.
My father lay on the sofa watching TV, already snoring. He seemed to fall asleep more easily on the sofa than in bed. My mother was washing dishes in the kitchen. I had a strong urge to rush over and penetrate her from behind. Thinking about it, my penis, which hadn't had any meat for days, became hard. I returned to my desk and started rubbing myself.
Just then, my mother pushed open the door, carrying a plate of watermelon.
"Eat something. Boarding is good for you. Look at you, how can you concentrate on studying?"
I turned to the side, showing my penis, which was sticking out of my underwear, to my mother. She was startled, her face turning red, and she instinctively looked back towards the living room. The door was closed, and my father's snoring was even.
I pulled my mother's hand and placed it on my penis, while simultaneously rubbing her large buttocks
. Usually, when my father was home, my mother would never allow me to touch her. Perhaps out of remorse for sending me to boarding school, or perhaps knowing that I would be leaving home tomorrow, my mother was very compliant. I pulled her pajama bottoms down to her knees, held her plump white buttocks, and pulled her to sit on me. My penis slid effortlessly into
her wet opening. I swayed my mother from side to side, feeling the hard glans rubbing against the walls of her vagina. Unfortunately, my old chair creaked every time my mother moved. My mother patted my thigh to signal me not to move, and her vagina suddenly began to contract like a small mouth. I never imagined that my 40-year-old mother had such amazing skills. My penis grew harder and harder, and with my father's snoring, I soon couldn't hold back and ejaculated. My mother seemed to be enjoying it too, trembling slightly as she held onto the table.
Soon she stood up, tore off a piece of toilet paper, stuffed it between her legs, pulled up her pants, and ran away. "Sprinkle some mosquito repellent!"
My boarding school life began. Actually, my home was very close to the school, only a 20-minute bike ride. At that time, the school had a two-day break every two weeks, and boarding students could only go home on holidays. Boarding school life did make me feel much more at ease; at least I didn't have to strain my ears every night to hear if my parents were having sex. On my
first day off, Friday afternoon, I declined my friends' invitation to watch a video and went home early. To my surprise, my mother was already home, busy in the kitchen
. "You're back? Go take a shower. Mom steamed some carp for you."
I threw down my backpack and ran straight to my mother's back.
"Don't be silly, don't be silly, your dad will be back soon. He said he'd come back to have breakfast with you this morning."
"I don't care!"
I said, my hand already inside my mother's pants. I missed her so much; two weeks of separation had been unbearable. "I can't take it anymore, don't you miss me, Mom?"
"No, not here!"
"Here, I can hear Dad's car coming home; it's the safest place!"
My mother stood in front of the stove, facing the window, carp steaming in the pot, her lower body penetrated by her son's penis. This was the first time I made love with my mother in the kitchen. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and my mother was especially excited. When I ejaculated, her legs were shaking so badly
she could barely stand. My father also unusually came home early, looking very happy. That evening, he had a few drinks and poured me a beer. He got more and more excited as he talked, constantly expressing his expectations for me. I hadn't felt my father's love so genuinely in a long time. This feeling made me very uncomfortable, and I felt a little sorry for him.
Back then, I only had one day off a week. When I woke up the next morning, my father had already gone to work, and my mother was cleaning .
"Are you going to work today?" I asked tentatively, hoping she could take a day off to be with me
. "Yes, I've got a lot of reports to finish. There's rice in the pot, go wash your face and eat."
"Come here for a second," I called to my mother as I returned to bed.
"What? Get up quickly, I have to go!" My mother sensed my ill intentions and looked at me warily. "Look at my leg, what's wrong?" "
What's wrong with your leg?" My mother was a little nervous and came over.
"It hurts!" I said, pulling down my underwear and revealing my morning erection.
"Get lost, I knew you were being irresponsible!"
"That's right, that leg has been uncomfortable since this morning!" I grabbed my mother and pressed her back onto the bed. My mother, who was getting ready to go to work, was wearing a white shirt and a long skirt. I lifted her skirt and put my head inside. The pungent smell between my mother's legs was so arousing. She was wearing a very small pair of panties, and I roughly pulled the crotch of her panties aside and pressed my lips against hers. My mother, who was desperately pushing me away, immediately quieted down when she felt my lips. Because I've been having too many quick encounters lately, I hadn't tasted my mother's genitals like this in a long time. She was still so sensitive, reaching her climax exactly as I expected. "Fuck you!" My mother had reached her climax. I stood up, gently took off her panties, and aimed my penis at her muddy, wet opening.
"Don't go to work today, stay home with me, okay?"
"Okay, okay. I won't go, ah~" As my penis penetrated deeper, my mother closed her eyes and agreed. I put her legs on my shoulders and pounded into her like a pile driver. My mother moaned ecstatically. Watching my mother, dressed in her work clothes, being bent into a "2" shape and pressed down on me, I was extremely excited and felt like I was about to ejaculate. I finally had the chance to make love to my heart's content, and I couldn't bear to ejaculate like this. I abruptly pulled out my penis. "Come on, turn it around, let me do it from behind."
My mother, who was enjoying herself, glared at me reluctantly, then rolled over and knelt on the bed. My penis was covered in a white, sticky fluid, somewhat like my semen. I stood behind her, and while thrusting, I massaged the folds of her anus
, which were covered in her bodily fluids. My middle finger went into her anus again. Although my middle finger was thin, the feeling of two things thrusting in and out at the same time was still incredibly stimulating. My mother didn't show any aversion; instead, her moans grew louder, and my movements became faster and faster. Later, I simply replaced my middle finger with my thumb. With my right thumb inserted into her anus and the other fingers pressing against her buttocks, it felt like holding a bowling ball. The rapid thrusting of my penis into her vagina made me clearly feel the knuckles of my thumb.
"Fuck your mother, ahh, fuck your mother!"
My mother experienced an unprecedented orgasm; she couldn't hold back any longer, simply burying her head on the bed, her large buttocks raised high as her son thrust into her.
I grew increasingly excited, growling as I ejaculated deep inside her
. I returned home every two weeks, and they both treated my return as a major event. My mother would always be overjoyed, preparing a large meal on Friday, followed by passionate lovemaking with me on Saturday morning after my father went to work. Later, I heard from her that she even took medication to regulate her period to avoid it arriving during those days. Looking back,
my attitude towards my mother was simple: a teenage boy's desire for a woman's body is no different from an infant's desire for breast milk. I never kissed my mother, and I always felt nauseous for a moment after ejaculation. It's really strange.
What about my mother? I believe she enjoyed having sex with me; she almost always orgasmed during our encounters, and there wasn't much else besides her doting on me and her desire for this pleasure. In her eyes, I was still a child; she wasn't sure she could see me as her man. A
few months later, during my second year of high school, I started dating. She also lived at school, and we sat at desks in front of and behind each other. We used to joke and play around every day. Later, we gradually started passing notes, and then we developed a tacit understanding: we'd go get water at the same time before lights out, and I'd walk her back to her dorm afterwards. She was the kind of girl who developed early; she was tall, slightly chubby,
and had large breasts, bigger than my mother's. She probably had boyfriends before; there were rumors among our classmates, but I didn't care. Things progressed rapidly, and soon we kissed. That was my first kiss. It was quite funny that I, no longer a virgin, still had my first kiss.
About a month later, during a long holiday (a two-week break to go home), we went on our first date alone at a video arcade. I didn't remember anything from the two hours of the video; I was focused on her large breasts.
After returning home, as usual on Saturday morning, I pinned my mother down on my bed and made her scream "Fuck your mother!" twice.
And so, two months into our relationship, we made love at her house. It went very smoothly; obviously, it wasn't her first time either, even though she pretended to be reserved. However, I didn't care. I kept comparing throughout the process. Her pubic hair was sparse, unlike my mother's, which grew all the way up to her eyelids. Her vulva and anus were also lighter in color, while my mother's were darker. But her buttocks weren't as pretty as my mother's; my mother's buttocks were white and plump. Even after we had sex, when I returned home and faced my mother, I was still sexually aroused. That's how boys that age are; having sex a few times a day isn't a big deal. My mother didn't notice anything. I felt like an emperor, with a young one outside and a mature one at home. I even fantasized about calling her over if my father wasn't home and taking turns with her!
A few months later, I realized I had made a huge mistake—she was pregnant! I
was so naive back then that I never considered that a woman could get pregnant without contraception. I was just using the skills I had honed on my mother on her. How could this happen?!
She was very calm and told me she needed to have an abortion, but she didn't know how. She told me to ask around. If there had been a Baidu search back then, things would have been much simpler. I really couldn't find anyone to ask. I
spent over a month in a state of panic, and even when I went home for a long holiday, I had no desire to be intimate with my mother. When my mother came home on Saturday noon, she walked into the room and asked me,
"What's wrong with you?"
Saturday morning is our time to make love after my father goes to work. This time, I didn't touch her at all, which made her very strange.
"Nothing," she said. Looking at my mother in her shirt, I suddenly got excited and pressed her down on the bed to start making love. Everything was the same as usual. After ejaculating, I pulled my penis and thumb out of my mother's two holes. I suddenly asked
my mother
, "Why don't you get pregnant?"
"Huh?"
"How can you not get pregnant when I'm doing this to you?"
"Haha~, silly child, Mom already has an IUD."
"What IUD?"
"Never mind, you won't get pregnant with an IUD anyway!"
"Oh," I said, wiping my penis.
"What's wrong? Something's not right with you! Tell Mom what's wrong!" "
..."
"You didn't tell anyone about us, did you?!?"
"No, how could I?!"
"Then what's wrong? Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
"Mom, I have something to tell you, don't be angry..."
I told her the whole story. I believed my mother would forgive me and help me. My
mother, who was still wiping her lower body, was stunned. After a long while, she started pushing my head hard.
"How could you do this? Huh? I do everything you want, and you still can't study in peace?! You're even messing with other girls..."
My mother scolded me angrily. Looking at her pants not being pulled up yet, with her dark pubic hair showing, I suddenly laughed, a very lewd laugh. My mother then realized her embarrassing state, hurriedly pulled up her pants, and patted my head while fastening her belt!
It turned out my mother took her to have an abortion. Afterwards, she told her to go home and rest for a few days under the pretext of menstrual cramps. When I was with them, I specifically observed that my mother didn't seem jealous. It seems she really did treat me like a child, bending over and letting me penetrate
her, not much different from breastfeeding or changing diapers. After the abortion, my mother forced us to break up, even personally picking me up from school during long holidays. Because my classmates teased me, I had a fierce fight with my mother. I still remember my angry mother saying, "If you don't break up with her, don't even think about touching me again!!"
"Fine, I won't touch you then, who cares!?"
The bastard me actually said such a thing
. My mother's determination to urge me to study hard was very strong. After a while, my mother even went to the homeroom teacher to report my relationship with her. Her mother was also called to the school by the teacher for joint supervision, and we were both repeatedly called in for talks. Finally, under immense pressure, we broke up.
During that time, my relationship with my mother was terrible. After the argument, I didn't touch her for two whole months.
(From "Mother's Back") 7.
The tense relationship with my mother continued until summer vacation. Because of my stubbornness, I was able to concentrate on my studies. Before the summer vacation of my second year of high school, I achieved my best grades ever in the final exams, ranking in the top ten of my class. After this parent-teacher conference, the school arranged a meeting for parents of students expected to enter key universities. My mother, who attended this meeting for parents of high-achieving students, was very happy
. Summer vacation began, but my mother and I were still in a cold war. My mother didn't seem to feel any pain and showed no intention of making amends. Looking back now, I realize she really hoped to use this incident as an opportunity to end this messy affair.
Sensing that my mother showed no signs of reconciling with me, I was disappointed.
I played a little trick, pretending to go out with classmates, but actually went to a video arcade. When I came back, I pretended to be very tired and immediately took a shower. There were still some semen stains on my underwear, which
my sensitive mother immediately noticed. The next morning, after my father went to work, she came to my room.
"What did you do yesterday?" "
I went to a classmate's house."
"Whose house?"
"What were you doing? Can't you go out and have some fun during your vacation?"
"Did you see her again?"
"..."
"Son, please, you're so young, and it's such a crucial time, don't get distracted! Didn't you promise you'd never see her again?..."
My mother talked excitedly for half an hour straight.
"What if I feel uncomfortable?!" I suddenly asked.
My mother was stunned, her gaze shifting to my slightly swollen genitals. I went over and hugged her. She remained silent, only breathing heavily
as before. I pushed her down onto the bed, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her panties. My mother's body, which I hadn't seen in a long time, staring at her thick pubic hair, I was extremely excited! I suddenly pressed my mouth against hers, and this time I used my mouth to work for a full half hour. Two heart-wrenching cries of "Fuck your mother!" rang out. I buried my penis deep inside my mother's body, slowly thrusting in and out. The long-lost feeling was so good. A mature woman's feeling that I could never experience with my girlfriend. I started to change the rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and as before, she closed her eyes. Perhaps because I was still angry with her, I suddenly had a thought of embarrassing her, and I suddenly thrust my lower body violently. As her breathing became heavier and heavier, I suddenly pulled out my penis and slapped it against her labia. After several repetitions, she opened her eyes
, pleading
, "Stop it, hurry up."
"Hurry up what?"
"Hurry up, what's bothering you?"
"What do you want me to hurry up about?" I teased my mother lewdly, watching her spread her legs and look at her son with pleading eyes. I felt smug.
That day, my mother didn't go to work, and we did it three times. The time we did it after her afternoon nap, she was completely exhausted. After I inserted my thumb into her anus from behind, her legs trembled so much that she couldn't kneel. In the end, she had to lie on my desk
. My mother and I made up. After summer vacation, everything returned to normal. Saturday mornings during my bi-weekly vacation were my time to make love with my mother. Her period was very responsive to me; I almost never experienced it during my vacations. During my senior year of high school, after the Spring Festival, I caught a cold, which led to my mother and I going to the next level . I had
a fever for two consecutive days, which forced me to take sick leave and rest at home. After receiving an IV drip at the hospital, my mother accompanied me home. After sleeping for a while, my fever subsided. My mother took a towel and wiped my sweat. The ambiguous atmosphere of just the two of us at home suddenly aroused me, and I started to rub her breasts.
"Stop it, not today!"
"It's okay, I'm better, I feel much better!"
"Not you, it's me!"
At this point, I understood what menstruation was. I reached into my mother's underwear and felt the sanitary napkin stuck inside
. "Finally home! It's so uncomfortable!" I said, guiding her hand towards my genitals.
"Stop it, I'll give it to you next time you have a day off."
"No, it's too uncomfortable." I pressed my mother down on the bed and started sucking her nipples. My mother's eyes began to glaze over, and although she said no, her body became increasingly limp. After a while,
I started to take off her pants. My mother began to strongly object, clearly telling me that I absolutely could not touch there.
Finally, I promised not to touch her there, only to touch her buttocks, and finally I took off her pants. She wouldn't let me take off her underwear, only pulling it down until her anus was exposed. I noticed a faint red stain on her newly changed sanitary napkin. My mother said her period was almost over, but it hadn't completely stopped.
The blood only aroused me more, and I started playing with my mother's anus. I rubbed the pubic hair around her anus with my thumb, lubricated with saliva, and gently inserted it. My mother was used to my thumb; it moved in and out easily with the saliva lubrication. My mother began to moan,
"Can I put it in here?" I tentatively asked.
"It hurts, yours is too thick." My mother already knew my intentions and was making a last-ditch effort. Seeing that my mother didn't object, I didn't hesitate any longer. I kept applying saliva to her anus to increase lubrication, and my thumb moved up and down and side to side. My mother made a "hissing" sound.
I put some saliva on my glans and pulled out my thumb.
"Really?" My mother sensed that I was about to do it and glanced back at me.
"How many times have you done this with Dad?"
"Just once, it hurt too much, so I stopped!"
"It's okay, relax!" Hearing my mother confirm that my father had done it there before, I felt a mix of emotions.
I pressed the head of my penis against my mother's anus and gently pushed it in. My mother tensed up, turning her body and pushing against my chest with one hand.
Whenever I recall that afternoon, I feel incredibly excited. My mother, menstruating, lay on her son's bed, eyes closed, waiting for my penis to enter her anus. This image forever stimulates me. I
thrust in forcefully.
"Ah~" My mother only screamed once, not as strongly as when my father penetrated her.
"Don't move, don't move, wait a minute~" She stopped me just as I started thrusting.
My mother lay on my bed, and I lay quietly on top of her, my penis fully inserted into her anus. We remained motionless for a few minutes.
"Does it hurt?" I started trying to gently thrust.
"Much better."
My mother's statement reassured me a lot, and my movements gradually became larger.
My mother's anus is much tighter than her vagina; when she was tense, it even hurt me. However, the stimulation of anal sex still excited me a lot.
Although I had never really communicated with my mother about what position she liked, it was obvious that she did not reject anal sex from then on. However, she always asked me to insert my penis into my vagina first, and then insert it into my anus after I had enough lubrication. She also absolutely forbade me to insert my penis into my vagina again after inserting it into my anus. She said that was unhygienic.
After the novelty wore off, we actually did anal sex very rarely. It was too troublesome to clean up, and sometimes it would bring out some dirt, which made my mother very ashamed.
In this way, I faced the college entrance examination. After the college entrance examination, the school was completely closed for vacation. My mother found a car to pick me and my luggage up from the school and take me home.
"Why didn't my dad come?" I was very surprised. In the past, my father would drive to pick me up during vacations, let alone after the college entrance examination
. "I didn't tell him." "
Son, I was afraid that your exam would be affected, so I didn't tell you. Actually, I felt something was wrong. Maybe your dad found out."
(To be continued)
My mother's back
(8)
I was stunned when I heard my mother's words. My father found out! He found out?!
"How did you know? How could that be?"
"..." "Last month, I was discussing with him which university you should apply to. I said S University was good because I could come home often. He suddenly got angry and said to me: 'Come home, come home!' You want him to come home that much?!" "
And then?"
"Then he didn't say anything more, but from his attitude, I could tell he probably knew." "
No way, with his temper, he'd definitely be furious if he knew, hehe." As I spoke, I touched my mother's buttocks.
Mentioning my father always excited me. I pulled my mother's hand and placed it on my erect penis. "Stop it, it's broad daylight."
"I missed you so much, Mom..."
"Stop it, your dad knows, please forgive me."
"If he knows, then there's nothing to be afraid of, hehe."
"How could you be so shameless!"
After I put my hand inside her panties, my mother closed her eyes and stopped her incessant chattering.
"So wet! You must be pent up, Mom..."
I patiently played with my mother's wet vulva. Her moans grew louder and louder. I loved watching my mother bite her lip and endure my violation.
I dragged my mother into my room, roughly pulled down her pants and underwear, and put my mouth on hers. Her unwashed vulva gave off a faint, fishy smell. I loved that smell and
licked it for a long time. My mother trembled as she endured it.
"Why aren't you cursing?"
"Cursing what?"
"I love hearing you curse me when you're having sex."
"Stop it, hurry up, it'll be over when your dad gets back!"
My mother was thinking about my father and couldn't concentrate, making it hard for her to reach orgasm.
That day, I tried everything, working my way up in both of my mother's holes for over an hour, but I didn't hear that intoxicating "fuck you."
After ejaculating in her anus, that feeling of disgust returned, and I started seriously thinking about how to face my father. How did he find out? We shouldn't have any loopholes!
Worrying was useless. When my father came home that night, he looked noticeably thinner. But there was nothing wrong with his words. The whole night's conversation was about my exam performance, estimated scores, and university and major choices.
I thought I performed normally and should be able to apply to a second-tier key university. I had already discussed it with my teacher before coming back. I was just waiting for the results. My father suggested G University in the north; his friend was a leader there and could help. Apparently, we'd know if I could get in once the scores were released. I didn't think much of it at the time. Remembering what my mother had said that afternoon, I tentatively said, "S University is good too. My teacher recommended it."
My father's expression changed slightly; he probably guessed what my mother had said
. "A grown man shouldn't be so homesick."
After saying that, he got up and went back to his room to sleep. My mother and I were left staring at each other. I also felt he was acting strangely, but he didn't seem very angry.
Seeing that my father didn't react, I quickly forgot my worries and started enjoying summer vacation with my classmates the next day. My estimated score was ideal; G University or S University, it didn't matter.
Several days passed without anything happening, and my mother's anxiety gradually subsided. As with previous vacations, I, restless as ever, started pulling my mother into my room after my father left in the morning. Several days passed
like this. One morning, after my father left, I, as usual, with a morning erection, grinned and walked towards my mother. My mother rolled her eyes at me. "Go away, it's not working today!"
"What's wrong?"
"My period started!"
"Huh?!" My mother's annoying period came without warning, ugh!
Although there's always anal sex to take over when her period comes, my mother always resolutely resists because the flow is particularly heavy at the beginning. I can only use anal sex after the flow has decreased in the following days.
"Look how hard I am!"
"Alright, you should rest for a couple of days too. Thinking about this every day, what will you do when you go to college!" I
had no choice but to endure it. I finally made it through two days, and on the third night I started pestering my mother to have sex with her anus. My mother brushed me off, saying she would check tomorrow morning. I remembered
it was Friday, and usually my father would leave very early, but this day he wasn't in a hurry at all. I was supposed to stay in bed a little later
, but I was as restless as an ant on a hot plate. Finally, my mother couldn't stand it anymore and said she was leaving for work. I, who had been thinking about how to ejaculate inside my mother's anus since the night before, was extremely disappointed. I stayed in bed for a while, then got up to pee and went to the bathroom.
My father was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand, not at all like someone going to work.
"Come here, I have something to say to you." I was about to go back to my room after coming out of the bathroom when my father called me back. Oh no, it seems there's something going on. My scalp tingled.
"Sit down." My father said calmly.
"You've graduated from high school, so it's time for you to leave home. We should have a good talk."
I looked up at my father. He wasn't staring at me, but at the ashtray in front of him, his hand holding the cigarette trembling slightly.
"It's been a long time since I've been alone with you. I still remember when you were just learning to walk, I took you to the park, you were wearing open-crotch pants and wobbling around... just like yesterday."
"I'm usually busy with work and rarely spend time with you. You probably can't feel the expectations your father has for you! There are two people in this world who are closest to me, one is you, and the other is your mother. All these years, my hopes have been placed on you."
My father began to recall the little things we had done together. As he spoke, his eyes began to redden. It was the first time I had ever seen my father cry.
"You always say you're all grown up, but actually you're still young and don't understand things, don't you think?"
"Yes..." My father's tears made me cry too.
"Do you know how painful it is to be hurt by the people you love most..."
Looking at my father's tear-streaked face, my mind went blank. He already knew...
His tears were tears of grievance. I could imagine how angry and desperate he was. Being hurt by the two people he loved most, he must have wanted to lash out. With his temper from his time in the military, he might even have thought about killing us. He chose silence, he chose to endure.
He didn't want to lose this family, didn't want to lose my mother, didn't want to lose me. Mentioning my father when I'm making love with my mother always excites me. I've fantasized countless times about today's scene. How would my father treat me? But I never imagined it would be such a calm conversation, facing a father with tears streaming down his face
, looking wronged. "Dad, I'm sorry, I was wrong..." I cried as I spoke.
That day, my father said a lot. I had made many unforgivable mistakes since I was a child, and this time was no exception. My father could treat it as a child's mistake because he didn't want to lose us.
In the end, the two men made two agreements: today's conversation would be kept a secret from my mother, and I would choose to apply to G University. For me, that day was dark. From beginning to end, I didn't know how my father found out about us, or why he emphasized not letting my mother know about our conversation. He even hinted to me, to prevent my mother from becoming suspicious, that there was no need to suddenly change anything since I was leaving home anyway
. That night, my mother indeed asked me suspiciously why my father was staying at home that morning. I had already decided to keep the men's agreement and, this summer, put an end to this absurd relationship. The next morning, after my father went to work, my mother came to my room and helped me ejaculate once. I pretended nothing was wrong and resumed my daily routine of working with my mother after my father went to work.
After my mother's college entrance exam results came out, I returned to school. Following my father's wishes, I applied to G University,
and my mother didn't object. During the following summer vacation, I spent a long time at relatives' houses and very little time with my mother. The day before I went to register at the university, my father said he had to go to work (probably deliberately avoiding it). My mother, for the first time ever, spent the whole night with me in my room. I only remember that when I was folding her into a "2" shape and thrusting wildly, she blurted out, "This is the last time, the last time, kill me!"
The next day, I left home. When I got to university, I was like a different person. I became introverted, and I didn't go home for two Spring Festivals until the winter break of my junior year. Every time I talked to my mother on the phone, she would cry on the other end, questioning whether I was avoiding her by not going home. Actually, I didn't know whether I was avoiding my mother, my father, or the demon in my heart
. During the winter break of my junior year, I finally went home and learned some shocking news from my father. My mother had a tumor in her uterus and had her uterus and ovaries removed
. "This is retribution, the punishment she deserves," my mother said.
My heart is breaking. My parents have suffered so much because of me, their worthless son. How can I ever repay them?! I swear I will always be good to you.
(The End)

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