Mother's Poem: My Mother's Car Sex Story

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As Tropical Storm Haikui approached, the entire city was thrown into disarray. Several trees in the villa area, newly transplanted and with unstable roots, were completely blown down. In the afternoon, my mother and I moved from the third floor to the second floor to "take refuge" in the bedroom where my parents used to sleep. We were genuinely afraid that the typhoon would rip off the roof of the entire villa, leaving us naked and exposed. And then, coincidentally, some nosy reporter would arrive in a helicopter and film it, which would be infuriating for my still-living father. This bedroom hadn't been used in a long time. The scenes of lovemaking that took place in this bedroom were my most vivid sex education lessons. I must thank you both again for raising and educating me. Without your passion, there would be no adorable me; without your passion, how could you have raised such an "outstanding" son? ... At 2:14 AM, my mother was already fast asleep next to me, her hair disheveled and looking slightly tired. This was related to her hard work, which I won't explain further; you understand. I listened to the howling wind and the patter of raindrops against the window. Perhaps it was a conditioned reflex, but I couldn't fall asleep. The dim light from outside (I always leave the small streetlight in front of my house on at night; maybe it adds a sense of security) reflected on the white Audi Q??5. The car seemed to sway slightly with the wind and rain. My thoughts drifted back to a stormy night a year ago.

We had just bought the car, and my parents and I were driving to the suburbs. We had packed a tent, food, and other things—a whole trunk full—intending to spend a day and a night in the countryside. My dad was driving slowly, and my mom and I were in the back. But this time, I didn't fall asleep like I usually do on my way to school. I was filled with a thrilling anticipation, hoping to receive a wonderful sex education lesson from my dear parents in the wild (I was secretly learning!). I lay sprawled on my mom's shoulder, my arm rubbing against her chest. My erection was already in full swing, and I imagined my parents' intertwined figures and wild release within me.

We were still more than half an hour away from our destination, and the car was playing Wang Jie's song, "Secretly Falling in Love with You" (my dad's favorite song). This was the only one I liked too, because of its melody and, more importantly, its lyrics. This was the best way to describe my mother right now, and in that short time, I was once again lost in memories. (A memory within a memory—this is a pattern I've tried to express in countless essays, but I've never been able to. I really like the movie "Inception," and influenced by it, I'm trying it out in this article today. I hope readers can adapt.)

The year I graduated from junior high school was a year when my relationship with my mother deepened and became more delicate. (Now I'm 16, a high school sophomore in Singapore. I've already mentioned my father's situation in the previous article, "Mother's Poem: Watching the Olympics, Loving My Mother," which provides some background information. Feel free to read it again; it's quite interesting.) Back then, to improve my grades, my father often stayed up late with me. He was quite strict with my studies, and if I didn't meet his targets, he often wouldn't let me sleep. My mother's pleas were useless. Later, my mother simply stayed up with me, bringing me tea, water, late-night snacks, and breakfast without hesitation. Perhaps Dad couldn't bear the loneliness anymore and finally softened his attitude towards me. Later, I stayed up past 2 AM most of the time. During that period, my studies progressed rapidly, and I was incredibly grateful to the woman beside me.

One day, Mom said, "Sweetie, go to bed early tonight. I'm worried your immunity will be lowered and you might get sick from the flu. Mom isn't feeling well today either..." "Mom, you go to sleep first. I can't go to bed early tonight. The teacher made me go through the test again, and tomorrow I'll be called on to explain it to everyone. I've made significant progress recently.

I have to thank Mom for spending time with me every day..." "Sweetie, you should also thank your dad." "Come on, he treats me like his employee, setting targets and giving me all sorts of rewards. I hate all that. What I love most is Mom genuinely spending time with me." "Okay, sweetie, hurry up. Since the teacher values you, Mom is happy too. Mom will stay with you tonight... I'll go make you a glass of milk..."

That night, my studies progressed exceptionally quickly. I looked at the clock; it was almost 1 AM. Dad definitely wasn't coming back. Mom was asleep next to my desk, and the milk had gone cold. I noticed my mom had very dark circles under her eyes, so I figured she was really tired. I wanted to move her to my bed next to mine to rest, but I didn't know how to do it and was afraid of waking her up. So I started by rolling her up onto the bed from behind. That's when I touched her breasts and nipples through her pajamas, and I instinctively got an erection. When I pulled her legs onto the bed, I discovered an exciting secret: my mom wasn't wearing underwear with her pajamas. I saw it and started drooling. I was about to reach over and touch her when she suddenly woke up.

“宝贝儿，你作业做完了呀，看妈妈都睡过去了。”“妈妈你别动今天你就睡我这里吧，和我一起睡把，我最近总做恶梦有点怕”“啊，做恶梦呀，是压力太大了吧……妈妈给你煮点参汤……”“哎呀，妈妈不要了，那些东西补的我都睡不着了，我就想你陪陪我……”“好吧，宝贝反正你爸爸今天不回来，我就在你这儿睡，但你要答应妈妈，洗完澡马上睡觉不许不乖……”“好的妈妈，我这就去洗澡……”

很短的时间我就从浴室冲回了卧室，头发都没干，妈妈赶紧拿了毛巾帮我擦干，我跳上床抱着妈妈准备睡去，可怎么也睡不着。

“妈妈，你睡了吗。？”妈妈没理我，我知道她也没睡就用手摸了摸他的胸部，她马上说话了“小坏蛋，还不睡，”“妈妈，我想摸奶，”手同时已经跟上了。

“坏蛋，你还想做什么，好吧但你不许乱动，就这样快睡！”“妈妈……”

“马上睡，不然妈妈走了再也不理你”妈妈有些生气了。

“妈妈，我不动，我乖，小宝喜欢妈妈，妈妈也喜欢小宝，小宝以后能不能像爸爸以前叫你一样，叫你莹儿（妈妈全名叫程莹，爸爸很早前有叫过她莹儿后来不知为何又不叫了）……”妈妈没有回答我，我也没有乱动，我知道妈妈已经默认了我可以这样叫她。

在那以后妈妈再也没给我与她同床睡觉的机会，即使爸爸不在她也一个人把卧室门反锁上。后来我逐渐对爸妈在卧室里的事越发感兴趣了，在几次偷窥和偷听中我发现爸爸和妈妈做爱最激动时会大声叫妈妈“莹儿”所以我平时在爸爸不在时会偷偷叫妈妈“莹儿”，我能明显看到妈妈听到我这样叫她时脸上露出了羞涩。也因此妈妈再后来都会刻意保持我们之间的关系，让我觉得她拼命想回到那晚之前，尽管那晚没有做任何突破伦理的事情。而有时候就是这么奇怪，思想产生的东西有时候远远超越肉体所发生的。

（回到回忆第一层）“我已偷偷爱上你，却不敢靠近你，因为我知道……”

不知不觉我跟着车里的音乐唱了起来。

“嘿，臭小子，没想到你会唱他的歌，我以为你只会唱些不着调的歌呢……”爸爸突然打断了我，让我一下子回过神来。

“啊，你别总小瞧你儿子，有一天我会让你吃上一惊的！”当这句话理直气壮的出口时，我竟然有种歉意感和愧疚。

“哈哈哈，好，你老子我就期待你这个小宝给我一个大惊喜吧！”谁知就在这一晚我确实给了他一惊，只是他至今还不知道罢了，所以人生充满各种可能，我们千万不要怀疑你怀疑什么他就来什么，甚至于你不怀疑什么他也来什么。

“莹儿，醒醒，”我在妈妈耳边低声地说。妈妈惊慌地醒来，看到是我眼神又变得柔和而复杂，毕竟是老师出生，反应相当快。

“你们爷两说什么呢，这么开心，到了没呀？”妈妈迅速反问道。

“老婆，你睡的真死，马上到了，刚你儿子说要给我一个大大的惊喜……哈哈”妈妈等了我一眼，但我确实那么的受宠若惊，真实变态扭曲少年呀，我暗骂自己。

转眼到了宿营地，依山傍水，环境舒适。我们一家三口独享着这个美妙的小天地，远处爸爸在给妈妈拍照，那个身影今天注定每一秒钟都无法离开我的脑海。

我此刻唯一想的是怎么创造机会跟妈妈单独在一起的时间多一些，但眼前的景象看来，那个男人，自称为我老子的男人今天是不能放过我可爱的“莹儿”了。难道是要逼我消灭了那个男人？哦，苍天那我怎么会有如此邪恶的念头，我只不过是个淫虫却不是个恶棍，老天呐救救我吧。

天意不可违，事事难预料，我的呼喊起到了作用，爸爸电话响起，公司有重要紧急事务需要爸爸回去处理，可能还需要出国一段时间，公司已经派车往我家里赶来，但谁知我们已经在郊区了。在公司的车到来之前，我们一家三口还有一小段时间聚会，当然我跟期盼的是那之后我与妈妈单独时光的时间。爸爸向我跟妈妈和我道歉，又承诺了一连串给我们补偿的旅游，礼物等。我却最关心的是接下来是否有妈妈给我的礼物？

Mom said Dad had dampened my spirits again this morning, so she wanted to hear my opinion today. I wonder if this was a chance to make up for her "coldness" towards me recently? Maybe I'm overthinking it; perhaps Mom thinks I'm under too much pressure after my high school entrance exams… But that doesn't matter anymore; the choice is mine now. So I said,

"It's still early. Let's set up the tent before noon, then have something to eat. I'll give you two a little more time; I'm going fishing by the lake…" "Okay, it's settled then. My good son is so thoughtful. I'll bring you the iPad you've always wanted when we get back…" Mom gave me a gentle glare and said, "What thoughtfulness? I think you've corrupted him…"

Without another word, Dad set up the tent incredibly fast. I even suspected he'd done this with other women, being so skilled. But seeing how quickly he set up the tent, I guess he's still more devoted to Mom. If it were me, I'd definitely be 100% devoted, but who can guarantee every man is the same? It seemed like everyone was just going through the motions at the picnic, but my dad and I each had our own ulterior motives, while my mom was the most innocent.

I took my fishing rod and went to the lakeside, while my parents went into the tent. How could I possibly be interested in fishing at that moment? I set up my rod and crept to the grove of trees not far from the tent, hiding behind a small tree to listen to a live sex education lesson. The tent wasn't only not soundproof, but it was also amplified, something the people inside might not know.

"Ugh, I'm going to be exhausted up there again," my mom's coquettish voice reached my ears, and I was already slumped against the tree. "Ah, Ying'er, you still love your husband so much." Hearing the name Ying'er made me completely lose control, and I immediately started manually generating electricity, the source of which was the powerful electromagnetic waves emanating from the nearby tent...

"Bang, bang, bang, whoosh, boom," Ah, wait a minute, why is the sound so frequent? Based on my years of eavesdropping experience, this sound is definitely not from intercourse.

Nonsense, it turned out there was a car approaching from afar. I quickly put away my "meat gun" and went to the riverbank. I guessed it was Dad's company car. Damn it, how could I be so rude at such a crucial moment? I guessed right. Less than a minute later, a black Mercedes stopped behind our car. Why did that black Mercedes feel so sinister? It felt like it was about to rape our Q7. The white Q7 looked like a young woman bending over, about to be fucked. Oh, I'm still so sinister...

Dad crawled out of the tent first, hurriedly greeted Mom, waved to me, and left. Mom didn't come out. Maybe she was deliberately keeping a low profile, or maybe... Watching the car drive away, I felt like I'd been given a shot of adrenaline and rushed into the tent. "You little brat, coming in without saying hello..." Mom was already dressed and scolded me with a laugh.

"Mom, why didn't you go out to see Dad off?" I asked with a wicked grin. Mom punched me on the back, which felt so good...

Mom pulled me out of the tent, saying she wanted to go fishing with me. I thought that since we had plenty of time to fish this time, it wouldn't hurt.

Maybe this time I can catch a "big fish"! By the lake, Mom leaned on my shoulder and fell asleep again in no time, her face flushed. She only comes to life when I gently call her "Ying'er" from behind. Is Mom having a wet dream? I won't disturb her; let her rest. This woman has sacrificed so much for me...

We spent the whole afternoon like this, together. I looked at the lake, I looked at her, I love her.

Everything has a beginning and an end. This romantic moment was interrupted by a sudden downpour. Mom woke up, looked at me, and smiled, seemingly oblivious to the heavy rain. She kissed my forehead and said, "Little Bao, why didn't you wake me? Mom is so tired. It feels so reassuring to lean on your shoulder." "Ying'er, I want to lean on you for the rest of my life." "Silly boy, it's raining, let's pack up and go home..."

We packed up the fishing rod and tent, not forgetting the trash left from the picnic. The rain came on and off, eventually becoming uncontrollable. By the time we got back to the car, we were soaked to the bone. Mom quickly took out my dry clothes and told me to change. I said, "Mom, help me put them on." Mom smiled and started helping me take off my clothes and dry myself. When she got to my underwear, Mom clearly saw my erection, and her face flushed red. I slowly put on a pair of shorts, deliberately without underwear.

"Oh, you rascal, not wearing underwear..." Mom scolded playfully. My heart broke.

"Ying'er, now it's my turn to change your clothes... I'll start with the stockings..." "Ah, no, baby, Mommy will do it herself..." ...Now

back to reality, 5:36 AM on August 9th. I'll stop the story here. I'm sure all you wolf fans and chaos fans can guess every detail of what happens next. I believe a thousand readers will have a thousand different preferences. I'm staying here not only to cater to you, but also to preserve the most beautiful moment in my heart.

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