My mother gave me the sweetness of adolescence

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My family is a family of three. My father is a government official in a large state-owned enterprise
, and my mother is an administrative manager in the telecommunications department. I grew up under their loving care. My childhood was peaceful
and happy, like many other children who grew up happily, so there's not much to say about it. However, in
the summer when I was fifteen, my life changed direction.

It was a short evening after my junior high school graduation exam (I think it was sometime in late June). My father was away on a business trip, and
my mother was also called out by phone. I was home alone, so I started tidying up my books. I wanted to
move some of the books I didn't need to read under my bed. We usually pile up unread books under my bed. But
there were so many books under the bed that I had to crawl under to organize them.

I had only been tidying up for a short while when the door opened, and my mother and a strange man walked in.
My bedroom door faces the living room. I saw the man sit down on the sofa in the living room as soon as he came in
. Mom called out, "Xiaoyong, come out and pour some tea!" I was about to come out, but I was covered in
dust from under the bed, and I was only wearing my underwear. Considering it inappropriate, I thought it best to remain silent and didn't get up
.

After a while, Mom went to the sofa and sat on the man's lap. The man looked
a few years younger than Mom. Mom was talking to him, and his hand was on her thigh. He pulled her skirt up to her waist,
revealing her snow-white thighs and white underwear. They were talking very quietly, and I didn't hear clearly. However, it was clear that
Mom and the man were having a very pleasant conversation. When the camera zoomed in, I saw the man's hand touching the inside of Mom's thigh
, less than centimeters from her private area. My heart raced, and my mind went blank.

Ah! My beloved mother with a man other than Dad… At that moment, the man put his right hand
on Mom's breast. His mother neither refused nor responded. He went along with her while playing with her breasts.
The living room light was on. He leaned back on the sofa, his left arm around her neck, his right hand stroking her
breasts. Gradually, the stroking turned into kneading, not just simple kneading, but alternating between stroking and kneading. The
kneading became more and more frequent, the stroking becoming the process between two kneading sessions, the beginning of the next kneading.

He leaned forward, lowered his head, and kissed his mother, from her forehead, cheek, earlobe, and finally her lips.
When he kissed her forehead, she protested coquettishly; when he kissed her cheek, she dodged; when he kissed her earlobe, she yielded; when he kissed her lips, she finally reciprocated
. They were then pressed tightly together, occasionally making squeaking sounds. It was clear that their tongues were exploring each other's mouths
.

While kissing, his left arm remained around his mother, while his right hand expanded its reach,
unknowingly touching her vulva. However, it wasn't complete possession yet; it was merely a fleeting touch
, more like aerial reconnaissance, at most a brief, sweeping motion or a few "bombs."

Then, he helped his mother sit up on the bed, supporting her with one hand while the other pulled
the hem of her skirt from under her buttocks, slowly lifting it up. Her belly, breasts, and neck were exposed
. Just as he pulled the skirt over her head, she clutched the neckline. He tugged at the skirt again,
but she wouldn't let go. He didn't insist, gently laying her down flat. He knew that because the light was on,
his mother was shy and didn't want to show her face.

Mom lay flat on the sofa, her head covered by a nightgown, wearing only pink underwear.
Because she was lying down, her breasts looked smaller and
sagged slightly to the sides, somewhat resembling horns. Her slightly protruding belly was now slightly concave, and
her vulva was prominently displayed due to the tight underwear. In short, my mother could
be considered a sleeping beauty.

With her head covered by the nightgown and even her mouth covered, a kiss was out of the question. Unable to kiss his mother
's lips, he kissed her breasts, alternating between them, sometimes gently teasing her nipples with his tongue, sometimes
sucking like a baby. He kissed one, then the other, constantly busy, his mouth and hands not idle either,
roaming and caressing her entire body. At first, he caressed her stomach, back, buttocks, and thighs, covering
a large , but later he gradually focused on her genitals and surrounding area, his palms rubbing her genitals through her underwear
.

At this time, his mother was still quiet, simply accepting his caresses, silently preparing herself
. From my side under the bed, she appeared very passive, rarely showing any reciprocation except for occasionally shifting her limbs and
adjusting her position. But if you observed carefully, you could see that each
adjustment made his caresses and stimulation easier and more effortless.

They rarely communicated verbally, relying entirely on tacit understanding and suggestion. I saw that under his caresses, my mother's
fair breasts gradually turned red, her areolas enlarged, and her nipples, which had been slightly inverted, were now fully erect
, their color changing from coffee to dark red. It was clear my mother was responding.

Then his mouth left her nipples, and his hands left her genitals, instead placing them on
her waist, his fingers slipping inside her waistband. My mother, with perfect understanding, slightly lifted her buttocks, and her panties
slipped down her back, across her thighs, and out her ankles, easily leaving her body. At this moment, my mother was completely exposed, without
any covering, fully revealed to him, and of course, fully exposed to me. At this moment, like that
man focused my gaze on my mother's most secret, most shy, and most alluring place—a place everyone
understands: my mother's female genitalia.

His mother's mature vulva was now exposed. He lifted her hands to her sides, gently
parted her legs, and casually pulled the pillow he had just used from the bedside table. He folded it in half, used his right hand to hold her
calves and lift them up, while his left hand skillfully tucked the pillow under her raised buttocks. When he released his right hand,
her vulva was fully exposed, protruding upwards. Next, he
gently spread her legs apart, positioning her with her knees bent and legs spread outwards—a position
similar to that of a woman undergoing a gynecological examination. With her buttocks elevated and legs spread wide, her vulva was exposed to its maximum extent,
to the point that her normally relatively flat labia seemed to arch outwards.

Throughout this process of exposing her body, his mother showed no resistance or obvious response, but I knew...
He realized that without his mother's tacit cooperation, he couldn't have done it so smoothly and effortlessly. At the very least
, lifting her buttocks wouldn't have been easy; her legs weren't boneless either, easily bent to the sides
. But he wasn't in a hurry to attack her genitals, leaving them aside, and took off his own underwear
and tossed it aside. I saw that his penis was somewhat swollen, but not fully erect, still
drooping. Only later did I realize that this was the biggest difference between a mature man and a young boy. Young boys
are impatient and indulgent, often becoming impatient and uncontrollable before the woman even gets into character, sometimes
even erupting before penetration. Mature men are adept at controlling
their emotions. Before intercourse, they concentrate on playing with a woman's erogenous zones, like caressing a
beloved toy. Confident and relaxed, they can
achieve immense psychological satisfaction while maximizing control over their physical urges in the face of a woman's alluring breasts and genitals. They possess skillful techniques for arousing a
woman and unique methods for regulating their own physiological state, allowing them
to remain composed even when a woman is experiencing vaginal fullness. Therefore, they have the capacity for prolonged playful foreplay and the ability to endure prolonged intercourse
.

At this moment, he completely ignores his limp penis, returning to his previous position and continuing to intently
play with his mother, focusing again on her breasts, even adding caresses with his hands. It's
clear he's experienced; he understands the principle of gradual progression and has mastered
the techniques . He intends to play hard to get, gradually building up his mother's sexual desire through breast stimulation,
preparing for the next move.

At first, Mom lay there quietly, legs spread, exposing her genitals, as if
waiting for the doctor's examination, just like she was lying on a gynecological examination table. As her breasts continued to be stimulated, she gradually became restless, her legs opening and
closing, straightening and bending. He knew her reaction, but ignored her until she grasped his
right hand. Only then did he release her breasts and begin to move his hand over her back, stomach, and thighs. Whenever
he reached her genitals, he would lightly skip over them. At first, he wouldn't touch them at all; later, he would gently
stroke her pubic hair; then, his palm would glide across her labia. As time went on,
the frequency , and the contact became more and more substantial. Finally, he placed his entire palm on her labia,
completely covering her genitals, and held it still. When his palm pressed against her genitals, I
heard Mom let out a soft, long sigh.

He continued stimulating her breasts, his right hand still on her genitals. After a while, his right hand
slowly began to move. First, he spread his index and middle fingers and
slid he pinched his mother's labia with his fingers, pulled them up, released them, pulled them up again, and
released them again. When he released his fingers, his mother's labia snapped back to their original shape, trembling slightly. Gradually, he moved his fingers to
slide inside his mother's vulva. As he slid them, his mother's labia constantly deformed and then returned to their original shape. Watching
his fingers slide lightly, one could tell that his mother's vulva was already wet. The range of his finger movements became smaller and smaller, finally
focusing on his mother's labia. His fingers gently massaged and teased his mother's labia, the speed increasing
. With his stimulation of his mother's vulva, his mother gradually became restless, her head swaying from side to side, her hands
moving aimlessly, and her legs bending and straightening intermittently.

He moved his index finger to his mother's vaginal opening, lightly pressing it as if trying to push it in
, only to pull it out again, repeating this process. This caused his mother to repeatedly lift her buttocks, trying to force his finger into
her vagina , but each time he quickly pulled away. His mother made soft "hmm" sounds. Finally, one time, he
stopped pulling away and thrust his index finger into her vagina. The instant it went in, his mother let out a short, sharp
cry: "Ah!" This "ah" sound, without vocal cord vibration but only the transmission of airflow, was still so
clear, so piercing, that I couldn't help but shudder. At the same time as I heard the cry, I saw his
mother tense up, then gradually relax. His entire index finger was deeply inserted into his mother's vagina, while the other three fingers
were curled into a fist, pressing tightly against her vulva, causing her labia to deeply indent.

After a while, the fingers inside the vagina began to move slowly and rhythmically. With each thrust, I saw
my mother's abdomen expand and contract, her labia constantly everting and retracting—a perfect picture of
intercourse . He added his middle finger to the thrusting, making the changes in my mother's labia even more pronounced.

He then withdrew his middle finger from my mother's vagina, and while continuing to thrust with his index finger,
he massaged the outside of my mother's anus with his wet middle finger. Suddenly, he forced his way into her anus. Because his fingers
had just been moistened with a lot of vaginal fluid, they were very slippery. The pressure of his fingers on her anus further moistened it
, and the massage had gradually relaxed and opened her anus, making it easy for his fingers to penetrate
about a section deep. My mother's

buttocks tightened: "No!" She reached out and pulled him away. At this moment, he held his already erect penis
and began to move it up and down. Then I saw his buttocks slowly sink down, and with the movement of his buttocks, I
heard : "Ah." This "Ah" sounded to me better than
any beautiful music. I could imagine that with this beautiful "Ah," his penis had already entered my mother's
vagina, and her vulva had opened like a flower, even fuller and more swollen than I had just seen.

His penis plunged all the way in with the first thrust, reaching the deepest part of my mother's vagina. After entering, he remained
motionless , leaving his penis quietly inside my mother's vagina. My mother was also motionless, they seemed to be
savoring the wonderful feeling of her vagina tightly enveloping his penis. He placed his two legs on top of my mother's legs, his
entire weight falling on her, and his buttocks began to swing back and forth. This swinging was very skillful
. I saw his buttocks slowly rise, rise and rise, until they seemed to have left my mother's vagina, then
suddenly sink down quickly, violently thrusting into my mother's vagina, pausing, then slowly withdrawing, and then
thrusting in violently again.

As his penis slowly withdrew and quickly thrust in and out, his mother let out rhythmic moans.
When , it was a long, drawn-out "Mmm—" sound, the tone gradually rising, with a hint of pleading.
As his large penis thrust in forcefully, there was a short, sharp gasp,
a reaction that was hard to tell whether it was from being caught off guard or from long-awaited anticipation. He thrust repeatedly, and his mother cried out repeatedly, a sight both beautiful and pleasing to the ear. He

thrust into his mother dozens of times, sometimes quickly withdrawing and slowly advancing, the positions reversed. After dozens of times,
he got off his mother's legs and squatted between them, his calves still firmly pressing against her. He began
to thrust rhythmically, slowly and smoothly, each thrust appearing to withdraw
or almost withdraw from his mother's vaginal opening, yet also deeply penetrating to the very depths of her vagina.

After a while, he slowed down his thrusting, moving with ease and skill. His penis
moved in and out , his chest resting on her soft breasts, his hands roaming and caressing her neck and back, occasionally
kissing her face and lips. Because he was thrusting slowly, Mom's emotions calmed down slightly. She stopped moaning,
simply closing her eyes and quietly savoring the wonderful sensations of her vagina and other sensitive parts of her body. Her hands were wrapped around his
back, stroking him intermittently.

He changed his position again, supporting himself with his hands and slightly increasing the frequency of his thrusts. At this point, except for
their vaginas and penises, their bodies were separated. Mom was no longer under his
pressure, and her body moved with his thrusts. When he thrust in, Mom moved upwards; when he withdrew, Mom moved downwards, in
a continuous cycle. Her breasts, pressed against her chest, swayed up and down.

He gradually increased the rhythm of his thrusts, and Mom's body movements quickened accordingly. At the same time, other changes
occurred shook her head from side to side. Her hair gradually became disheveled,
and her legs, which were bent and resting on the bed, gradually lifted off the ground, then crossed over and wrapped around his buttocks. He knelt with his legs spread
wide, his hands reaching under his mother's legs to press down on the bedsheet. He leaned forward slightly, assuming a position that allowed him to
easily use his waist strength. His mother's legs were draped over his arms, her genitals fully extended. They were both
in a position perfect for powerful thrusting. As soon as he was in position, he began to thrust forcefully, not at the highest frequency
, but with great amplitude. Each thrust was so violent and fierce. Judging from the amplitude of his hip movements, with
each withdrawal, his penis completely left the vagina; with each insertion, it went all the way in, slamming hard against his mother
's cervix.

His mother was gradually drawn into a daze by his thrusting, towards orgasm. At first, she was still somewhat conscious, occasionally
panting and muttering, "...gently...gently..." Later, she said nothing, only
a series of "mmm" sounds coming from her nose. Each powerful thrust was met with a "mmm" echo from her.
The "mmm" sounds grew louder, indicating that orgasm was approaching. He pulled his mother's legs up onto his shoulders, moved his hands forward
while supporting himself on the sofa, leaned his upper body forward even more, almost folding his mother's upper and lower body together,
and thrust in faster and more forcefully, letting out howls of "Oh, oh—". I say howls not because he
was loud, but to indicate that the sound came from deep within his throat, a
sound unique to hysteria. With these howls, the thrusts of his hips became more violent and frenzied. At the same time,
his mother below was also extremely tense, her eyes tightly closed, her fists clenched, her head thrown back, her neck stiff, her whole body rigid,
almost , her face flushed red, and her moans becoming more rapid and muffled. I knew that at this moment, he was
ejaculating into his mother's vagina, and his mother had reached the orgasm he had been trying to create.

After a frenzy, he collapsed, weakly lying on top of his mother, and laboriously shifted his position,
releasing his mother's folded legs. His mother straightened her legs, her clenched fists relaxed, and her hands spread weakly outward
. The two finally relaxed from their extreme tension, lying on top of each other, panting heavily.

They lay there for two or three minutes, then he propped himself up, as if to leave. His mother's hands groped haphazardly on
the sofa , finally finding her underwear that had been pulled down. He slowly bent over and backed away.
By this time, he had gradually recovered and was becoming restless again. He lay between his mother's legs, looking at
her genitals where he had just penetrated her, occasionally stroking her labia with his fingers. After resting for a while, he
sat down again. Looking over, I saw that his mother's genitals were red, swollen, and wet, a mess, with a trickle of
semen slowly overflowing from her vagina. I realized then that I really enjoyed looking at a woman's slightly swollen
genitals after vigorous intercourse; it gave me endless lingering pleasure. The intercourse I had just witnessed kept replaying in my mind.
He lay half-reclined, his left arm around my mother's neck, playing with her breasts. My mother, a little shy, sat up
slightly . Due to muscle contractions, I saw a large puddle of semen squeeze out of her vagina, but she ignored it
. His penis was now limp and hanging limply to one side. My mother played with it for a while, then got up to urinate in the toilet
, not even closing the door. I heard a loud "thump, thump, thump." After urinating, my mother turned on the shower and took
a shower, carefully washing her genitals inside and out. The man got up, dressed, and chatted with my mother for a few moments
before leaving.

My mother was also dressed by then, and I breathed a sigh of relief, but accidentally bumped the bed.
My mother called out, "Who's down there?" I scrambled out from under the bed, facing my mother, unsure
what to do, but my penis was already erect. My mother said, "You saw everything just now?" I
nodded . Suddenly, I hugged my mother. I lowered my head, looking at the woman in my arms. It was
a face I knew all too well, so beautiful—curved eyebrows, large eyes, a delicate nose, and red lips that made my blood boil. The fine wrinkles left
by time added to her mature beauty, making her even more sensual, and the beads of sweat on her body at that moment
were incredibly alluring. My mother's face flushed instantly; she tried to break free from my embrace, but I held her tightly. I
kissed her forcefully, sucking on her lips with my own, using my tongue to pry open her clenched teeth. My
arms held her tightly, and slowly, her body warmed up, softening in my arms, her
breathing becoming more and more rapid. Finally, she opened her mouth, allowing me to kiss her deeply. Time seemed to stand still; this
long kiss melted away our embrace. Our lips finally parted, both of us panting, my mother's face
as red as a girl's first kiss. She whispered in my ear like a breath: "Silly girl, you don't need to hold me so
tightly, do you think I would run away?" This gentle reproach sounded like thunder in my ears, because I knew that
from this moment on, Mom was mine!

We kissed deeply again, our tongues entwined, and my hands began
to roam . My left hand gently caressed her back, following the curve of her spine to her waist, then slowly
moving down to her hips. My right hand slid from her armpit to her chest, stopping when it felt a rise, gently
circling the edge of her breasts. My mother finally couldn't help but laugh, pressing her body closer to me, her arms around my neck.
She even gently bit my ear, saying, "You naughty boy, you're quite experienced! How did you learn this?
Confess!" My heart fluttered, and I hurriedly protested, "No! I've really never touched a girl before, I
just saw you guys, I really haven't... um..."

My mouth was silenced by my mother's lips again; she showed her belief through her actions. I tentatively tried to unbutton my mother's
clothes , and she didn't object, but instead tossed her hair back, seemingly to make it easier for me. I noticed that
my mother's hairstyle was a standard professional white-collar woman's updo, which further aroused my desire. I finally
unbuttoned my mother's blouse, revealing her white bra, and I almost stopped breathing. A pair of full breasts
stood proudly before me, though confined by the bra. I buried my head between her breasts, inhaling her mature
womanly scent, my hands kneading her bare waist. I clumsily tried to unhook the bra, but to no avail.
My mother didn't help me; instead, she giggled like a little girl. Feeling embarrassed, I decided to teach her a lesson
. I pushed her against the wall, yanked hard, snapping the not-so-thick strap, then bit
the bra with my teeth and tossed it aside. Now, the most alluring breasts in the world were before me.

The breasts of a thirty-six-year-old mature woman, full and round, unlike the thin breasts of a young girl. And my mother's breasts weren't
sagging like those of other women her age; they were my favorite hemispherical shape, protruding forward. I grasped
one , gently kneading them, and looked up at my mother with a defiant gaze. My mother's eyes were hazy, as if veiled by
a mist, and she let out low, trembling moans, her hands gently stroking my hair. Then I took one of
her breasts into my mouth, sucking and gently biting the nipple with my teeth; the familiar feeling from childhood intoxicated me. I kissed
my mother 's chest all over, then down, kissing her lovely navel, and further down, gradually reaching the forbidden zone of life. My hands began
to pull down my mother's skirt from the side, and my mother panicked, grabbing my hands. I looked at her with resolute eyes
, waiting for her answer. My mother breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling with her movements, making my penis feel like it was about to burst through my pants
. My mother pulled me up, gently cupping my face in her hands. "Xiaoyong, Mom is getting old, and do you know
what we're doing? This is unacceptable to society. Are you really willing to take such a risk?"

"Mom, I don't care. I only know I truly love you. You're not old at all; you're the most beautiful
woman in my heart. Your maturity is exactly what I want. I know this is incest, but this family only has you and me,
a man and a woman. Everything should happen." Taking off my shirt, I hugged my mother again and kissed her
. Our lips met, my mother's exposed breasts pressed against my chest, and my erection pressed against her
lower body. We had never been so close. When I felt her nipples harden and press against me,
I didn't give her a chance to object and untied her skirt.

My mother's short skirt slid down her long legs, landing beside her bear-head-style slippers. I
saw my mother's white silk panties. It was my favorite color. My mother's fair skin and elegant temperament
suited the pure white color perfectly, making her appear dignified while simultaneously arousing desire. My face was pressed against my mother's smooth
thighs , her skin glistening, her muscles supple. I couldn't resist kissing and licking them, while my hands caressed
her rounded calves. My mother, at 1.68 meters tall, was even more alluring. She crossed her arms
over her chest, enjoying my caresses. My hands slipped inside her panties from behind, kneading her
round, full buttocks, my thumbs sliding forward towards the inside of her thighs. My mother began to tremble;
she grabbed my hands as if to stop me, then released them, seemingly as if shyly covering her face. I picked
her up, carried her to the bed, and placed her on mine, standing between her legs. I pulled down my pants, finally
releasing my long-suppressed erection. Slowly, I pulled down her white panties,
revealing her thick, dark forest of pubic hair. Her pink vulva, still trembling from a recent orgasm, was already
glistening lubrication.

My mother's eyes were tightly closed, her hair disheveled, and she bit her lip, panting. I couldn't hold back any longer. I straightened my penis
and thrust it into my mother's cunt. My mother seemed to be in a little pain, and she hugged me tightly, letting out a soft moan. At that moment
, I felt like I was in heaven. My mother's cunt wasn't very tight, but it was warm. The walls of her vagina completely enveloped my penis.
That warm, full feeling was incomparable to masturbation.

I didn't care about being gentle and started thrusting quickly, making my mother moan uncontrollably. When my
mouth was on my mother's full breasts, when my hands were squeezing my mother's round buttocks, when I heard my usually dignified and
capable mother moaning beneath me, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. My frequency increased,
and my mother's breasts trembled with each impact. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but she still moaned. I hugged my mother tightly, and
a stream of heat shot into the depths of my mother's cunt, the place where I was conceived. And today, I had returned to this place.
I suddenly wondered, would there be a new life this time? I lay on top of my mother, my head resting on her breasts,
panting , my penis slowly softening inside her cunt.

"Mom, are you alright?" Mom opened her eyes, looking at me with a determined gaze, as if she had
regained her usual composure. "Son, now that we've made love, Mom loves you. From now on,
Mom is your woman, and you are Mom's man." I couldn't help but hug Mom again, giving her a
sweet kiss. I held Mom with one arm, while the other hand lovingly caressed her flat stomach. Mom
leaned obediently on my shoulder, her soft breath tickling my neck.

I said, "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now, I wasn't considerate enough. I know you weren't satisfied
. But..." I rolled over, answering Mom with my newly erect penis. This time I slowed down
, thrusting in and out while caressing Mom's entire body. Perhaps because I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted longer. I kept
changing the frequency, making Mom's moans grow louder and louder. She hugged me tightly, murmuring my name in my ear.
Name. In the final moments, I resolutely thrust deeper and deeper, until my mother's fingers dug hard into
my back, until her vagina contracted repeatedly, and she leaned weakly into my arms. Her eyes were
blurred , still immersed in immense pleasure. I looked at the beautiful woman in my arms; her office worker hairstyle was disheveled,
her dignified expression replaced by joy, and the curves that were usually faintly visible under her suit were now completely naked. At this moment,
the white semen I had just ejaculated began to slowly flow out of my mother's vagina again.

My mother didn't say anything, got up and went to the room to get a change of clothes, and then went to take a shower. I was also tired,
so I put on pants and went to sleep. After that night, under my persuasion and coercion, my mother broke off her relationship with that man
and promised to only have sex with me. From then on, whenever my father wasn't home, my still somewhat immature penis would soak in my
mother 's mature vagina, freely venting the intense sexual desire of my puberty.

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