My Mother's Story [Its Value Lies in Its Authenticity] is a good read, and I hope more people will read it.

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That happened when I was 15. I was in my first year of high school, during winter break. My mother went to Shanghai on a business trip and took me with her. Back then, we rarely stayed in hotels; we mostly stayed in guesthouses. One day, we visited a relative. After dinner, we slept there.

At that time, Shanghai was full of old houses, called Shikumen, which had attics. The houses were very small, and my mother and I were put in the attic. There was only one bed, and we weren't used to the winters without heating, so we slept together. She probably didn't treat me like a man then. Actually, I already knew how to masturbate, and I did it every day, but with my mother there, I didn't dare to, and I just drifted off to sleep.

Maybe because I hadn't released my pent-up emotions, I started having sexual dreams that night. I dreamt that I was holding a woman, and it was my mother (I think everyone has experienced this). Actually, I was half asleep and half awake, and I was even pulling the woman's hand towards my genitals. (I didn't have this experience at the time; I saw this scene in a semi-erotic novel, so I always fantasized about a woman touching me. At that time, I didn't have any concept of sex, and this was the most exciting thing.)

I ejaculated immediately and woke up abruptly, only to find myself holding my mother, my hand grabbing her breast. I was extremely embarrassed and afraid that my mother would scold me, but she didn't say anything at the time, probably because the house was small and she was afraid that someone would hear.

She whispered for me to take off my pants, knowing I was soaking wet and sticky. So I did, revealing my already limp penis. She asked if this was my first time, and I was too embarrassed to say I'd done it before, so I said yes. She used my underwear to wipe me down there, and her soft hands felt so comfortable that I immediately got hard again. She noticed and tried to pull her hand away, but I don't know where I got the courage, maybe because she was so lenient with me, I grabbed her hand and wouldn't let her take it off, just rubbing my penis like that. I was stronger than my mother at that point.

She struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free, just muttering a few words. The bed creaked when I used force, so she told me to stop, which was a kind of agreement. I felt really excited then, especially with my own mother. She used my long underwear as padding, and then moved her hand back and forth on my penis. She even asked if this was how I was doing it. Although my movements weren't very skillful, I was already enjoying it.

I became increasingly excited and started touching her body. She wouldn't let me, so I could only move my hands around her chest and lower abdomen. Eventually, my right hand slipped inside her pants and down there. I remember clearly that she was also a little excited at that moment; her breathing became heavier. And when I was about to ejaculate, my hand moved very quickly down there, and her hand moved quickly too, as if she was going all out. I ejaculated a lot, even onto her face, and afterwards she helped me wipe it off. This time I didn't get an erection and was a little tired, so I really fell asleep.

But I woke up again in the early morning, and thinking about last night, I couldn't help but feel aroused again. My mother was still asleep, so I touched her, becoming quite bolder. I slipped one hand inside her chest and grabbed her right breast; all I could touch was soft flesh. My other hand went directly inside her panties, touching a handful of soft, fine hair. She woke up and only struggled symbolically before letting me touch her. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman's body, and I was so aroused I felt like I was about to burst. She helped me with her hands, her fingers rubbing my penis. We caressed each other's bodies. Her breasts were full and soft, and her pubic hair was thick and wet. My hands were covered in moisture.

At that time, I only vaguely knew what was happening. My hands were just moving around randomly, touching her genitals. When I touched her sensitive spots, her body would tremble. This time, her hands were moving slowly, and I enjoyed the rubbing. I boldly pulled her pants down to her knees, hugged her from behind, and tried to spread her legs apart. One hand was still covering her genitals. I instinctively wanted to get closer to her and enter her, but she resolutely refused. I pressed against the soft, wet spot between her legs, letting my mother do as she pleased. Her body twisted, and that place was soft and wet. I pressed against her there and ejaculated a lot into her, leaving her covered in a mess.

We got up early that day (to change clothes), ate breakfast as usual, then went back to the guesthouse, and took the train back to Beijing in the afternoon. Before leaving, she told me not to talk about it, and I knew I would be somewhat distracted for a long time afterward, but it didn't happen again until school started. I kept thinking about it, feeling nervous, excited, and ashamed...

because I kept thinking about it, and I was also distracted in class. At home, I would secretly masturbate while studying, and my grades dropped. Then one day, my mother discovered me masturbating while reading and asked me why I did it so often, and whether my poor grades were related to it. I said yes, and she left without saying anything until a few days later when my father went on a business trip.

After dinner, I was about to go to my room to study. My room is locked, and I often masturbate with the door locked. That day, I didn't lock the door, and she came into my room. She asked if I still masturbated often. I don't remember the specifics, but it was something like, "It's normal to have urges during puberty, but you have to control yourself and not let it affect your studies." As she talked, I brought up what happened that night. She asked if I liked it, and of course I said yes. She said she would help me, but only so I could concentrate on my studies. Later, she had me lie on the bed, then pulled down my pants and masturbated me. I ejaculated all over her face, which felt incredibly good. Strangely enough, her open attitude probably eased my psychological burden. Afterward, I could study in peace.

From then on, she would help me every week, even when my father was home. She would come to my room while he was watching TV, but by then she wouldn't dare take off my pants; instead, she would put her hand inside and touch me, which also felt very good. But we never had sex until my second year of high school, when I finally had the chance to see her naked. Sex was something that happened later.

This is my true experience, and I've always wanted to talk about it. Incest is often just a fleeting coincidence and impulse, and there are usually no lasting consequences, let alone any romantic feelings involved. There's a detail: we never yelled "Mom!" during sex. The son would at most groan loudly. Kissing was rare, but we were very open, and we both orgasmed every time.

Since my mother voluntarily masturbated me, we gradually got used to it. The most obvious change was that I no longer felt uneasy; when the time came, I would naturally find an opportunity to be with her.

I think I should introduce my mother. She was probably 37 or 38 years old at the time, a middle school music teacher. Looking back, I think she must have been beautiful (I was too young then to appreciate women). She had very good skin, very fair, and was quite voluptuous with a beautiful figure (typical of a southerner).

From my first to second year of high school, when I was growing, my body gradually became stronger, and my sex drive was very strong. I think my mom sometimes really enjoyed touching my genitals because she was always very serious, not just going through the motions. And later, after we got more familiar, she started controlling the rhythm of my orgasms. Sometimes when no one was home, she would help me for a long time.

When I was in my second year of high school, I started paying attention to my female classmates and comparing them to my mom. At the time, I fantasized about having sex and would choose my mom without hesitation because I thought her voluptuous figure aroused my desire—now I think it was probably because she was sexy. I also started to understand women.

My mom didn't allow me to touch her then. At first, I was okay with it and let her do it. Later, as my fantasies about women intensified, I started to touch her. Most of the time, I would touch her two full breasts through her clothes, and she didn't object. Later, when she was aroused, I could even put my hand inside her pants and touch her genitals. That was when I was most interested in her. Her lower abdomen was very smooth and soft, and her pubic area was full; the hair rustled when I touched it. I wanted to see her there, but she wouldn't allow it.

Later, when summer came and she started wearing skirts, it became easier for me to touch her down there. I also learned that her private area was the most sensitive. Sometimes when she touched me, I would make my mother feel very comfortable, making her pant heavily. Once, she was so touched by me that she collapsed on the edge of the bed, soaking wet, and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

But even as the exams approached, she still wouldn't let me see. Once, when we were together, I felt aroused when she caressed me, and I grabbed her breasts tightly. She cried out. I sat up, hugged her, and tried to take off her skirt. Her face turned red, and she finally agreed to wait until after the exams and during the holidays. Then she coaxed me to lie down and carefully masturbated me. That day was incredibly pleasurable; it seemed like she used both hands simultaneously, and I ejaculated a lot, even getting some on her face.

Because I had no psychological burden and hoped for more rewards if I did well on the exams, I really worked hard, and the results were pretty good. Finally, one day during summer vacation, when no one was home, she agreed to let me see her naked body.

It was evening; I was reading in my room when she came in, wearing a short nightgown. Seeing her bare, white thighs aroused me, and I asked her to masturbate me. I also put my hand inside her vagina—ah, she wasn't wearing underwear! I touched her genitals vigorously. I could feel that she was already wet down there, very wet. I was also very excited because no one else was home, my father wasn't there, so I was very unrestrained. I got up and pushed my mother down onto the desk. She struggled and asked me what I was doing. I said I wanted to see her body, and she actually agreed. Then we quickly took off our clothes. Not like in the movies where you undress while being intimate, but she had me turn my back to her, and she sat on the desk and

undressed herself, and I was completely naked too. That day she was very uninhibited, not refusing my hugs and caresses. I still remember her smooth, soft, and elastic body. She still had a good figure, slightly plump, but not bloated. Her two full breasts were erect, slightly sagging, and very sensitive.

Her abdomen was still flat, her lower body was full, and her hair was thick and dark. My hands naturally lingered there the most, constantly stroking and teasing her genitals. She reacted intensely, even arching her body and writhing on the desk, her legs dangling over the edge, opening and closing repeatedly, but still refusing to let my penis in, even though I was impatient. I fondled her breasts with both hands, my penis pressing against her soft, moist vulva, wanting to enter her, but she stubbornly pushed me away with her knees, panting heavily.

We had to compromise; she turned and lay face down on the desk, and I lay on her smooth, naked body. She clamped my penis between her legs. Compared to younger girls, her labia were much fuller now, giving me unparalleled pleasure. I rubbed against her labia and ejaculated there. Although we didn't have sex, we were very close.

I had wanted her to perform oral sex, but she refused at the time. As for sex, that was a matter for later.

Sometimes the memories are painful, but thinking about them can also get me excited. I don't know what incestuous relationships between mothers and sons are like, but I think the idea that mother-son sex is just about penetration is nonsense. A real mother and son have a deep understanding and are especially prone to impulsiveness and pleasure. My mother wasn't initially very accepting of unconventional methods like oral sex; that happened after we had real sex.

This is absolutely true; I haven't made anything up.

Looking back, my mother was a very open-minded woman and loved beauty. That's rare for her age group. She was on the basketball team in college and was even supposedly selected for pilot tests, but her family background prevented her from doing so. When I was in middle school, my mother would go to a popular group dance every morning. We also often played badminton when we had free time. That's probably what attracted me to her body. Cosmetics were scarce back then, but my mother had a lot and used them every day. Perhaps the desires of a woman who loves beauty are strong. Actually, after becoming familiar with my mother's naked body, I liked her most when she wore a skirt, especially when she was exercising. Seeing her would always excite me, and I would inevitably harass and kiss her; it almost became a habit.

In my opinion, incest isn't a big deal. It happens accidentally, and desire accounts for the majority. It always happens with mutual consent, sometimes lasting a long time and feeling very natural. That's how it was with my mother. We were very normal at home, as if nothing had happened, without any psychological burden. When we were intimate, we would be very wild, going from the living room to the kitchen, from the bedroom to the bathroom, doing whatever was stimulating. I guess the thrill of mother-son incest lies in the naked sexual contact.

We did this for a long time with our unique way of having sex, about a year. When I rubbed my hand and penis between her legs, she also experienced great pleasure and would moan loudly. Sometimes she would masturbate, touching her breasts or genitals while stroking my penis, but she wouldn't let me see her touching herself. She would always do it with her back to me, and even if she was making a lot of noise and moaning, I could only enjoy myself.

Later, I got into university, a 24-hour journey from home. When I received the acceptance letter, my whole family was very happy, including her, and she was very indulgent towards me. Whenever she had the chance, she would help me, like washing me naked in the bathroom and letting me sexually harass her on the bus (like a petty thug).

After I went to school, I suddenly had no outlet for my emotions. I felt really miserable at the time. I didn't dare mention it in the letter, so I just had to endure it. Later, I got a girlfriend. Naturally, I was quite experienced. After three dates, I was able to caress her until she was panting. She was a local girl. Later, we secretly went to her house and tried to have sex, but it wasn't very enjoyable because her vagina was too tight. We had to wear a condom, and it wasn't lubricated enough. I had to give her oral sex like in porn movies to get in. We did it a few times, but not often. The main problem was that we didn't have a place to go.

Later, my mother took the opportunity to visit me at school. It was almost the end of the year, and that girl happened to come looking for me. My mother was very perceptive and sensed our relationship. That night, I tacitly took my mother back to her hotel. We sat there chatting, and the topic of that girl came up. My mother asked if we had slept together, and I admitted it. She was very curious and asked us how we did it, whether we used contraception, etc. As we talked, I got excited and told her that I had given that girl oral sex and that I wanted to kiss her private parts. She blushed and refused, but we were already embracing, so we fell onto the bed. I was very bold then, and since we were in a hotel, I didn't have to worry about anyone coming, so I was very unrestrained and directly unbuttoned her clothes and pants. When I kissed her lower abdomen, my mother gave up resisting. I think she wanted to enjoy it too.

That was the first time I saw my mother's private parts up close. She was so beautiful there, much more beautiful than that girl; it was mature feminine beauty. A plump mons pubis covered in curly black hair, full and swollen labia majora and soft, slender labia minora, already moist and glistening with moisture, slightly parted, much like a freshly pulled abalone. Is this where I came from twenty years ago?!

I was aroused; it stirred within me a desire to conquer, a hope that she would soon reach climax. As I pried open her freshly opened vulva with both hands, and slid my tongue over the moist interior, brushing against the wet clitoris, her body arched upwards sharply. She gripped my hands tightly, softly moaning, "Oh my god... oh my god..." She was instantly wet, her juices flowing between her legs. Ah! Such a lewd sight! I had never seen my mother so out of control.

That was the first time I had given her oral sex. She was very cooperative. My hands held her two white thighs wide open, my tongue swirling between her legs, pressing against her clitoris and labia. Under my licking, her body arched repeatedly, like bridges, and occasionally trembled like a shrimp. She was moaning softly.

I was soon naked, and I climbed on top of her, naturally wanting to enter her body. This time she didn't resist; in fact, she welcomed me. She opened her two white thighs, grasped my penis, which was as hard as an iron rod, and guided it to her flower-like vulva. I knelt beneath her, placed my hands on her knees, and entered her naturally. As I entered, she let out a soft "Ah!" I went in all the way, my lower abdomen hitting her plump mound. I looked down at the place where our bodies were joined; our juncture was already sticky and wet, with constant squelching sounds. That naked, lewd scene is still vivid in my memory.

I began to thrust. Her body was beautiful. By then, I had learned to appreciate a woman's body. Her breasts, though not as firm as a young girl's, were full, plump, and smooth. The areolas were round and dark, and the nipples were also a deep color, already enlarged and very sensitive to touch and kisses. Now, her breasts swayed back and forth in small circles with my thrusting.

My mother's beauty also lay in her hips—not sagging, round, sexy, and relatively large. I knelt beneath them, feeling their soft touch. Her lower abdomen was also lovely, slightly protruding yet exceptionally soft, the thin layer of flesh on it swaying with my thrusting.

The first time I entered her, it felt like heaven. Her insides weren't too tight (actually, too tight isn't comfortable), but just the right amount of softness and moisture. I'd only moved a dozen times, and one time I went a little too hard, and she let out a loud groan (at first she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, making no sound!). I felt her body contract, as if a gentle little hand had grasped my penis, and I suddenly felt like I was going to ejaculate.

I tried to hold back, but I couldn't hold on much longer and ejaculated violently. I pressed hard against her mons pubis, feeling my hard penis pounding against her vaginal walls inside her. Hot semen gushed out with this intense movement, feeling as if it filled her entire body. That intercourse was very short, only lasting a few minutes. It was my first time, and I was probably too excited. I pulled out and looked at her genitals; a white fluid was slowly flowing out. I guess it was a mixture of my semen and her vaginal fluid.

My mother was clearly not fully satisfied, but she comforted me with her experience. After lying down for a while, I got hard again. This time, I was very focused, and penetration went smoothly. I remember I was on top of my mother, my hands grasping her two full, soft breasts. My mother spread her legs, and the previous lubrication from her love juice and semen was still very good. I thrust in all the way. Once inside, she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. That's when I understood the difference between a woman and a girl. My mother would gently hold my back, unlike my girlfriend, who would just let me fuck her like a dead person.

And she would naturally cooperate with my movements. She was tall (168cm), so our bodies were very harmonious when we were together. When I thrust, she would move her body to meet my movements. When she was aroused, she would moan softly, starting softly and gradually getting louder. Her body movements would also become larger, and she would rise and fall her body with great passion.

It was probably in a hotel. Without worrying about my father's arrival, we were both very relaxed. We made love for a long time and enjoyed ourselves immensely. Later, I remembered something I'd read in a book about nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, so I tried it. Sure enough, she orgasmed twice. I then pressed myself tightly against her genitals and ejaculated inside her completely. We both felt incredibly good.

The next day after class, I went to see her again. Since she was leaving on the third day, we made love to our hearts' content. We didn't need condoms with her, so it was very enjoyable. I also gave her oral sex. I don't remember the specifics clearly, but I remember holding her buttocks and licking her genitals, making her scream "Oh my god!" for a long time. But she also gave me oral sex that day. Although she had no experience—I knew my mother had never been with other men and didn't know many things—she seemed to have mastered it without instruction that day. Because I did it to her first, she had many orgasms. Later, she had me lie down and use her mouth to suck on my most sensitive spot. She knew where my most sensitive spot was, but at first it hurt a bit because she was too forceful. Later, she got the hang of it and held my penis in her mouth. I couldn't control myself and ejaculated in her mouth. After I got hard again, I pressed her down on the bed and we had sex for a long time.

That was the wildest night of my life. Looking back now, I think the environment played a big role, and maybe my mother secretly hoped to surpass that girl? That's why she indulged herself. But in any case, we really started.

For the next few years, we often made love like that. Half of it was about release, because we were very open and engaged when we were together, so it was also enjoyable. Women especially crave sex. I knew there was absolutely no love involved, but during those years, we did try many crazy things. Under her guidance, we tried all sorts of sexual positions. I later became obsessed with the doggy style. When I knelt behind her, cupping her round buttocks and thrusting hard, she would tremble with pleasure. At that moment, I would reach out and tightly grasp her two full, papaya-like breasts. When I thrust harder and faster, she would usually reach orgasm quickly.

We usually didn't talk about my father or love when we were together. My conversations with my mother were mostly physical, at most discussing whether we were comfortable with each other.

I never asked her why she slept with me then. Now I think it was mostly coincidence, and I understand now that my mother was a woman with sexual fantasies, but in her time, these were difficult to achieve. My sexual desires were equally strong, but I couldn't freely seek out women at that time. My relationship with my mother filled that void. A mature, sexually driven woman and a young, strong boy, with plenty of time alone together, without arousing suspicion.

Of course, I don't deny the immense pleasure the taboo of incest brought me, so my relationship with my mother lasted for many years. During this time, we mostly had sex during holidays, trying various methods (excluding the perverse ones), and our family atmosphere was always good; perhaps it was just enjoyment. I

often think back to some scenes from that time, especially some unforgettable ones, very clearly. It was during my first holiday in college. My girlfriend and I had broken up, and to be honest, I often thought about the pleasure of having sex with my mother, and I even lost interest in masturbation. Plus, my girlfriend had broken up with me, so my desire was particularly unbearable.

I finally looked forward to the holiday and rushed home, but at first, there weren't many opportunities because the middle school my mother taught at hadn't started its holiday yet, and sometimes there were students from extracurricular tutoring classes at home besides my father. Those days were truly unbearable; I could only wander around outside every day. I secretly touched my mother twice, but it wasn't enough; I did it furtively.

Then one day, about a week into the holiday, my father was taking a shower in the bathroom while I was reading in my room. My mother came in, and I became uncontrollably excited. She casually sat on my bed, and I wanted to touch her body, but she seemed hesitant, afraid I would mess up her clothes and hair and cause her distress. So I took her hand and placed it on my genitals, and she started massaging me. I was very excited, so I pulled down my pants. She was a little nervous but accepted it, using the blanket to cover me. I asked her to use her mouth, and she asked if all boys liked this. I said yes, and she smiled, then told me to be quiet, wiped herself with a towel, and started giving me oral sex.

Her technique seemed much more refined than the first time. The first time, her mouth was too closed, and her teeth grinding against me hurt a bit. I told her that then, so this time Mom opened her mouth wide. She knows my body very well and knows where my penis is most sensitive. She wrapped her tongue around that spot, and I felt very good, almost crying out, but I didn't dare, afraid Dad would hear. I was very nervous.

Mom's movements were also very fast, and she kept taking my hands off her body, as if urging me to hurry up. I kept saying "tongue, tongue," and she understood, moving very forcefully. I didn't dare to hold back. When I was about to ejaculate, Mom tried to move her head away (she originally wanted to help me with her hands at the end, or let me ejaculate inside her), but this time I didn't let her. I pulled her with my hands, and she knew what I was thinking, so she didn't move away but sucked hard. I ejaculated into Mom's mouth in just a few minutes. I still remember that she spat into a towel and then told me to quickly tidy my clothes. She washed the towel in the kitchen (because Dad was taking a shower in the bathroom).

We didn't see each other for a few days after that night, and I was naturally burning with desire. Then my mother had a holiday, and my father was preparing to go to Germany for a business trip. I knew my chance was coming soon. During the days my father was getting his passport, I was restless. The night before my father left, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep, fantasizing about how crazy we would be the next day. So much so that I secretly went to their bedroom door in the middle of the night to eavesdrop on whether they were making love. I heard my mother laughing and talking softly, but I couldn't understand the specifics.

I finally drifted off to sleep, probably because I went to bed too late the night before, so I woke up very late the next day. It was already noon, and Mom had already started cooking. Only the two of us were home. We had lunch as usual (don't expect Mom to bring it up). I didn't dare to directly ask Mom to have sex. After we finished eating, Mom went to wash the dishes. She was wearing what looked like a yellow sweater and dark jeans. Looking at Mom's back, I couldn't control my impulse anymore. I went up and hugged her from behind, reaching one hand to her breasts and grabbing one of her full, soft breasts. I slipped the other hand inside her waistband and grabbed her hairy private parts, thrusting hard.

Mom didn't want it at first, but after a few thrusts, her breathing became rapid. I felt her immediately become wet. She paused for a moment and whispered that she would wait until I finished washing the dishes. I felt like I had received a royal decree, and even helped with the chores. We finished quickly, and Mom led me into the bedroom. We didn't say anything at the time, but just started undressing each other. We were so horny!

My mother refused my kisses but welcomed my hands. We were soon naked, and I remember one detail: she threw her clothes all over the floor like in the movies.

We kissed each other's sensitive areas, then I grabbed her two white thighs and spread them wide, entering her body in the traditional way. Then we began to make love violently. Her whole body trembled with my thrusts, especially her full breasts, which shook violently. Her body was slippery and warm inside. Perhaps I was too excited, I lifted her two white legs onto my shoulders, then folded them over her erect breasts, and thrust hard. My mother cried out loudly. The first time didn't last long, but it was enough for my mother to reach orgasm, and she looked very satisfied.

Later, we lay down for a while, and my desire returned. It got hard again. We started caressing and kissing, but Mom made me lie down. She began gently kissing my body, then gave me oral sex, and then straddled me. My most sensitive part plunged into her warmest, wet place, and I felt like I was in heaven. At that moment, I truly understood what technique meant. My girlfriend had tried this position at my request, but it was stiff and even painful, making me think it wouldn't work.

But Mom was completely different. Her movements were gentle yet comfortable. She held my chest with both hands, gently enveloping my most sensitive male part. Her plump mounds and soft black hair softly bumped against my lower abdomen. Her body leaned slightly forward, and I could caress her breasts, which swayed gently, but she controlled the rhythm of my thrusts. She even asked if this was the right way to move, showing great care. I remember Mom asking me how it felt compared to that girl, and I said I liked being inside Mom.

She was excited, and her movements gradually quickened. Her breasts swayed heavily, bouncing in my hands. I gripped them tightly, and when I looked up at the point where our bodies met, I saw that incredibly lewd sight again. Her milky white love juice had already flowed down my erect penis, sticking to her crotch and my lower abdomen. The squelching sound of the love juice churning wasn't drowned out by her heavy moans; instead, it sounded particularly crisp and melodious.

She tried to push me to my limit, but she reached orgasm first. As I violently ejaculated inside her, she collapsed onto me, limp and powerless. I held her tightly, unwilling to pull out. After a while, my penis became hard again inside her, and she regained her strength. We continued to have sex like that, this time for a long time. My mother seemed to enjoy it, and also seemed to find it very amusing. She gently leaned down and hugged me, swaying slowly, letting me enjoy it for a long time. Then I held her body tightly and thrust heavily into her. We reached orgasm together. When my penis was violently pounding against her vaginal walls again, releasing my essence, her orgasm was even louder than before, as if she wanted to swallow me whole...

That happened when I was 15 years old. I was in my first year of high school, during winter vacation. My mother went to Shanghai on a business trip and took me with her. At that time, we rarely stayed in hotels, usually in guesthouses. One day we went to visit a relative. After dinner, it was late, so we slept there.

Back then, Shanghai was full of old houses, called Shikumen, which had attics. The houses were very small, and my mother and I were put up in the attic. There was only one bed, and we weren't used to the winters without heating, so we slept together. Maybe she didn't treat me like a man then. Actually, I was already masturbating, and I did it every day, but with my mother there, I didn't dare, so I just drifted off to sleep.

Maybe because I hadn't released my pent-up desires, I started having sexual dreams that night. I dreamt that I was holding a woman, and it was my mother (I think everyone has experienced this). I was half asleep, and I was even pulling the woman's hand towards my genitals. (I didn't have this experience then; I saw this scene in a semi-erotic novel, so I always fantasized about a woman touching me. At that time, I didn't have any concept of sex, and this was the most exciting thing.)

I ejaculated immediately and woke up abruptly, finding myself holding my mother, my hand grabbing her breast. I was extremely embarrassed and afraid that my mother would scold me, but she didn't say anything, probably because the house was small and she didn't want anyone to hear.

She whispered for me to take off my pants, knowing I was soaking wet and sticky. So I did, revealing my already limp penis. She asked if this was my first time, and I was too embarrassed to say I'd done it before, so I said yes. She used my underwear to wipe me down there, and her soft hands felt so comfortable that I immediately got hard again. She noticed and tried to pull her hand away, but I don't know where I got the courage, maybe because she was so lenient with me, I grabbed her hand and wouldn't let her take it off, just rubbing my penis like that. I was stronger than my mother at that point.

She struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free, just muttering a few words. The bed creaked when I used force, so she told me to stop, which was a kind of agreement. I felt really excited then, especially with my own mother. She used my long underwear as padding, and then moved her hand back and forth on my penis. She even asked if this was how I was doing it. Although my movements weren't very skillful, I was already enjoying it.

I became increasingly excited and started touching her body. She wouldn't let me, so I could only move my hands around her chest and lower abdomen. Eventually, my right hand slipped inside her pants and down there. I remember clearly that she was also a little excited at that moment; her breathing became heavier. And when I was about to ejaculate, my hand moved very quickly down there, and her hand moved quickly too, as if she was going all out. I ejaculated a lot, even onto her face, and afterwards she helped me wipe it off. This time I didn't get an erection and was a little tired, so I really fell asleep.

But I woke up again in the early morning, and thinking about last night, I couldn't help but feel aroused again. My mother was still asleep, so I touched her, becoming quite bolder. I slipped one hand inside her chest and grabbed her right breast; all I could touch was soft flesh. My other hand went directly inside her panties, touching a handful of soft, fine hair. When she woke up, she only struggled symbolically for a moment before letting me touch her. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman's body, and I was so aroused that I felt like I was about to burst. She also helped me with her hands, rubbing my penis with her fingers. We caressed each other's bodies. Her breasts were full and soft, and her pubic hair was thick and wet. My hands were covered in moisture.

At that time, I only vaguely understood what was happening. My hands were just moving around randomly, touching her lower body. When I touched her sensitive areas, her body would tremble. This time, her hands were moving slowly, and I enjoyed the rubbing. I boldly pulled her pants down to her knees, hugged her from behind, and tried to spread her legs, one hand still covering her genitals. Instinctively, I wanted to get closer to her and penetrate her, but she resolutely refused. I pressed myself against the soft, moist area between her legs, letting my mother do as she pleased. Her body twisted, and that area was soft and wet. I pressed against her there and ejaculated a lot, leaving her covered in cum.

That day, we got up very early (to change clothes) and ate breakfast as usual, then went back to the guesthouse. In the afternoon, we took the train back to Beijing. When we left, she told me not to talk about it. I knew that I would be somewhat absent-minded for a long time afterward, but it didn't happen again until school started. I still kept thinking about it, feeling nervous, excited, and ashamed all at once.

Because I was always thinking about it, and I was often distracted in class, I would secretly masturbate while studying at home, and my grades dropped. Then one day, my mother discovered me masturbating while studying and asked me why I did it so often, and whether my poor grades were related to it. I said yes, and she left without saying anything. A few days later, my father went on a business trip.

After dinner, I was about to go to study. My room is locked, and I often lock the door to masturbate. That day, I didn't lock the door, and she came into my room and asked if I was still doing it myself. I don't remember the specifics, but it was something like, "It's normal to have urges during puberty, but you have to control yourself and not let it affect your studies." As she talked, I brought up what happened that night. She asked if I liked it, and of course I said yes. She said she would help me, but only to help me concentrate on my studies. Later, she had me lie on the bed, pulled down my pants, and helped me masturbate. I ejaculated all over her face, which was incredibly pleasurable. Strangely enough, perhaps her open attitude eased my psychological burden. Afterwards, I was able to study in peace.

From then on, she would help me every week, even when my father was home. She would come to my room while he was watching TV, but she wouldn't dare take off my pants then. Instead, she would put her hand inside and touch me, which felt quite nice. We never had sex until my second year of high school, when I finally saw her naked. Sex came later.

This is my real experience, and I've always wanted to talk about it. Incest is often just a momentary coincidence and impulse, and there are no lasting consequences or love involved. There's a detail: we never yelled "Mom!" during sex. At most, we'd groan loudly. We rarely kissed, but we were very open, and we both orgasmed every time.

Since my mother voluntarily masturbated me, we gradually got used to it. The most obvious change was that I no longer felt uneasy, and I would naturally find opportunities to be with her when needed.

I think I should introduce my mother. She was probably 37 or 38 years old at the time, a middle school music teacher. Looking back now, I think my mother was beautiful (I was too young then to appreciate women). She had very good skin, very fair, and quite voluptuous, with a graceful figure (typical of a southerner).

From my first to second year of high school, when I was growing, my physique gradually became stronger, and my sex drive was very strong. I think my mother sometimes really enjoyed touching my genitals, because she was always very serious, not just perfunctory. And later, after we got to know each other better, she started to control the rhythm of my orgasm. Sometimes when no one was home, she would help me for a long time.

In my second year of high school, I also started to pay attention to my female classmates and began to compare them with my mother. But at that time, I fantasized that I would choose my mother without hesitation when it came to sex, because I thought her voluptuous figure aroused my desire. Now I think it was probably because she was sexy. I also began to understand women.

At first, my mother wouldn't allow me to touch her. I was okay with it and let her do whatever she wanted. But as my fantasies about women grew, I started to touch her more. Most of the time, I would touch her full breasts through her clothes, and she didn't object. Later, when she got excited, I could even put my hand inside her pants and touch her genitals. That was when I was most interested in her. Her lower abdomen was very smooth and soft, and her pubic area was full. The hair made a rustling sound when I touched it. I wanted to see her there, but she wouldn't allow it.

Later, when summer came and she started wearing skirts, it became easier for me to touch her there. I also learned that her area was the most sensitive. Sometimes when she touched me, I would make her feel very good, making her pant. Once, she even collapsed on the edge of the bed from my touch, soaking wet, and she didn't come to her senses for a long time.

But even as the exams approached, she still wouldn't let me see. Once, when we were together, I felt aroused when she caressed me, and I grabbed her breasts tightly. She cried out. I sat up, hugged her, and tried to take off her skirt. Her face turned red, and she finally agreed to wait until after the exams and during the holidays. Then she coaxed me to lie down and carefully masturbated me. That day was incredibly pleasurable; it seemed like she used both hands simultaneously, and I ejaculated a lot, even getting some on her face.

Because I had no psychological burden and hoped for more rewards if I did well on the exams, I really worked hard, and the results were pretty good. Finally, one day during summer vacation, when no one was home, she agreed to let me see her naked body.

It was evening; I was reading in my room when she came in, wearing a short nightgown. Seeing her bare, white thighs aroused me, and I asked her to masturbate me. I also put my hand inside her vagina—ah, she wasn't wearing underwear! I touched her genitals vigorously. I could feel that she was already wet down there, very wet. I was also very excited because no one else was home, my father wasn't there, so I was very unrestrained. I got up and pushed my mother down onto the desk. She struggled and asked me what I was doing. I said I wanted to see her body, and she actually agreed. Then we quickly took off our clothes. Not like in the movies where you undress while being intimate, but she had me turn my back to her, and she sat on the desk and

undressed herself, and I was completely naked too. That day she was very uninhibited, not refusing my hugs and caresses. I still remember her smooth, soft, and elastic body. She still had a good figure, slightly plump, but not bloated. Her two full breasts were erect, slightly sagging, and very sensitive.

Her abdomen was still flat, her lower body was full, and her hair was thick and dark. My hands naturally lingered there the most, constantly stroking and teasing her genitals. She reacted intensely, even arching her body and writhing on the desk, her legs dangling over the edge, opening and closing repeatedly, but still refusing to let my penis in, even though I was impatient. I fondled her breasts with both hands, my penis pressing against her soft, moist vulva, wanting to enter her, but she stubbornly pushed me away with her knees, panting heavily.

We had to compromise; she turned and lay face down on the desk, and I lay on her smooth, naked body. She clamped my penis between her legs. Compared to younger girls, her labia were much fuller now, giving me unparalleled pleasure. I rubbed against her labia and ejaculated there. Although we didn't have sex, we were very close.

I had wanted her to perform oral sex, but she refused at the time. As for sex, that was a matter for later.

Sometimes the memories are painful, but thinking about them can also get me excited. I don't know what incestuous relationships between mothers and sons are like, but I think the idea that mother-son sex is just about penetration is nonsense. A real mother and son have a deep understanding and are especially prone to impulsiveness and pleasure. However, my mother wasn't initially very accepting of unconventional methods like oral sex; that happened after we had actual sexual intercourse.

This is absolutely true; I haven't made anything up.

Looking back, my mother was a very open-minded woman and loved beauty. This was rare for her age group. She was on the basketball team in college and was even selected for pilot tests, but her family background wasn't good enough, so she gave up. When I was in middle school, my mother would go to dance the popular group dance every morning. We also often played badminton when we had free time. That's probably what attracted me to her body. Cosmetics were scarce back then, but my mother had a lot and used them every day. Women who love beauty probably have strong desires. Actually, after becoming familiar with my mother's naked body, I liked her most when she wore a skirt, especially when she was exercising. Seeing her would always excite me, and I couldn't help but harass and kiss her; it almost became a habit.

In my opinion, incest isn't a big deal. It happens accidentally, and desire accounts for the majority. It always happens with mutual consent, sometimes lasting a long time and feeling very natural. That's how it was with my mother. We were very normal at home, as if nothing had happened, and we didn't have any psychological burden. When we were intimate, it was wild. We'd go from the living room to the kitchen, from the bedroom to the bathroom, doing whatever was stimulating. I guess the thrill of incest between mother and son lay in the naked sexual contact.

We did this for a long time, about a year. When I rubbed my hand and penis between her legs, she would experience great pleasure and moan loudly. Sometimes she would masturbate, touching her breasts or genitals while stroking my penis, but she wouldn't let me see her touching herself. She would always do it with her side facing me, and even if she was making a lot of noise and moaning, I could only enjoy myself.

Later, I got into university, a 24-hour journey from home. When I received my acceptance letter, my whole family was overjoyed, including her. She was very indulgent and would help me whenever she had the chance, like washing me naked in the bathroom and letting me sexually harass her on the bus (like a petty thug).

After I went to school, I suddenly had no outlet for my emotions. I felt really miserable at the time. I didn't dare mention it in the letter, so I just had to endure it. Later, I got a girlfriend. Naturally, I was quite experienced. After three dates, I was able to caress her until she was panting. She was a local girl. Later, we secretly went to her house and tried to have sex, but it wasn't very enjoyable because her vagina was too tight. We had to wear a condom, and it wasn't lubricated enough. I had to give her oral sex like in porn movies to get in. We did it a few times, but not often. The main problem was that we didn't have a place to go.

Later, my mother took the opportunity to visit me at school. It was almost the end of the year, and that girl happened to come looking for me. My mother was very perceptive and sensed our relationship. That night, I tacitly took my mother back to her hotel. We sat there chatting, and the topic of that girl came up. My mother asked if we had slept together, and I admitted it. She was very curious and asked us how we did it, whether we used contraception, etc. As we talked, I got excited and told her that I had given that girl oral sex and that I wanted to kiss her private parts. She blushed and refused, but we were already embracing, so we fell onto the bed. I was very bold then, and since we were in a hotel, I didn't have to worry about anyone coming, so I was very unrestrained and directly unbuttoned her clothes and pants. When I kissed her lower abdomen, my mother gave up resisting. I think she wanted to enjoy it too.

That was the first time I saw my mother's private parts up close. She was so beautiful there, much more beautiful than that girl; it was mature feminine beauty. Her plump mons pubis, covered in curly black hair, her full, swollen labia majora and soft, slender labia minora, were already moist and glistening with moisture, slightly parted, like a freshly pulled abalone. This was where I came from twenty years ago?!

I was aroused; it stirred a desire to conquer her, hoping she would reach climax quickly. As I pried open her freshly pulled abalone with my hands, my tongue gliding over the moist interior, sweeping past the wet clitoris, her body arched upwards sharply, her hands gripping mine tightly, and she softly cried out, "Oh my god... oh my god..." She was immediately wet, her love juice flowing from between her legs. Ah! Such a lewd sight! I had never seen my mother so out of control.

It was the first time I had given my mother oral sex; she was very cooperative. My hands held her two white thighs wide open, my tongue constantly... Between her legs, I licked and rubbed against her vulva and labia. My mother's body arched repeatedly under my caresses, like bridges, and occasionally trembled like a shrimp, moaning softly.

I quickly became naked and climbed on top of her, naturally wanting to enter her. This time she didn't resist; in fact, she welcomed me. She opened her two white thighs, grasped my hard, iron-like penis with both hands, and guided it to her blossoming vulva. I knelt beneath her, my hands on her knees, and naturally entered her. As I entered, she let out a soft "Ah!" as I thrust in fully, my lower abdomen hitting her plump mound. I looked down at the point where our bodies met; it was already sticky and wet, with constant squelching sounds. That naked, lewd scene is still vivid in my memory.

I began to thrust. Her body was beautiful. By then, I had begun to appreciate a woman's body. Although her breasts weren't as firm as a girl's, they were full, plump, and smooth, with round, deep areolas. Her breasts were a deep color, and her nipples were also a deep color, already swollen, and very sensitive to touch and kisses. Now, her breasts swayed back and forth in small circles with my thrusting movements.

My mother's beauty also lay in her hips—not sagging, smooth, sexy, and quite large. I knelt beneath them, feeling their soft touch. Her lower abdomen was also beautiful, slightly protruding yet exceptionally soft, the thin layer of flesh on top swaying with my thrusting.

The first time I entered her, it felt like ascending to heaven; her insides weren't like that… It was so tight (actually, too tight isn't comfortable) yet just the right amount of softness and moisture. I'd only moved a dozen times, and one time I used a little too much force, and she let out a loud groan (at first she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, making no sound!). I felt her body contract, as if a gentle little hand had gripped my penis, and I suddenly felt like I was going to ejaculate.

I tried to hold back, but I couldn't hold on for long, and I ejaculated violently. I pressed my hard penis against her mons pubis, feeling it pounding violently inside her. Her vaginal walls, hot semen gushing out with the vigorous movements, felt as if it filled her entire body. That intercourse was so short, lasting only a few minutes. It was my first time, and I was probably too excited. I pulled out, and looking at her genitals, a white fluid slowly trickled out. I guessed it was a mixture of my semen and her vaginal fluid. My

mother was clearly not fully satisfied, but she comforted me with her experience. We lay there for a while, and then I got hard again. This time I was very focused, and penetration was smooth again. I remember that time I… I pressed myself against my mother, grasping her two full, soft breasts with both hands. She spread her legs, still lubricated by the previous love juice and semen, and I thrust in all the way. Once inside, she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. That's when I understood the difference between a woman and a girl. My mother would gently hold my back, unlike my girlfriend, who would just let me fuck her like a corpse.

And she would naturally cooperate with my movements. She was tall (168cm), so our bodies were very harmonious when we were together. As I thrust, she… She would move her body to meet my movements, and when she was aroused, she would moan softly, starting gently and gradually growing louder, her body movements becoming more pronounced, and she would rise and fall with great passion.

It was probably in a hotel, where we weren't worried about my father's arrival, so we were both very relaxed. We made love for a long time that time and enjoyed ourselves immensely. Later, I remembered reading about "nine shallow and one deep" in a book, so I tried it out. Sure enough, she orgasmed twice. In the end, I held her firmly against my genitals and ejaculated inside her. We both felt incredibly good.

The next day after class, I went to see her again. Since she left on the third day, we made love to our hearts' content. We didn't need condoms with her, so it was really enjoyable. I also gave her oral sex. I don't remember the specifics clearly, but I remember holding her buttocks and licking her genitals, making her scream "Oh my god!" for a long time. She also gave me oral sex that day. Although she had no experience—I knew my mother hadn't been with other men and didn't know many things—she seemed to have mastered it on her own that day. Because I did it first, she had many orgasms. Later, she had me lie down and take my most sensitive spot into her mouth. She knew where my most sensitive spot was, but at first it hurt a bit because she was too rough. Later, she got the hang of it, holding my spot tightly, and I couldn't control myself and ejaculated in her mouth. After I got hard again, I pressed her down on the bed and we had sex for a long time.

That was the wildest night of my life. Looking back now, I think the environment played a big role, and maybe my mother secretly hoped to surpass that girl? That's why we indulged ourselves, but in any case, we truly began.

For the next few years, we often made love like that—half for release, because we were very open and engaged when we were together, so half for enjoyment. Women especially crave sex. I knew there was absolutely no love involved, but during those years, we did try many crazy things. Under her guidance, we tried all sorts of sexual positions. I later became obsessed with the doggy style. When I knelt behind her, cupping her round buttocks and thrusting hard from behind, she would tremble with pleasure. At that moment, I would reach out and tightly grasp her two full, papaya-like breasts. When my lower body thrust harder, she would usually reach orgasm quickly.

We usually didn't talk about my father or love when we were together. My communication with my mother was mostly physical, at most discussing whether we were comfortable with each other.

I never asked her why she slept with me at the time. Now I think it was mostly coincidence. And I now understand that my mother was a woman with sexual fantasies, but in her time, these were difficult to achieve. I also had a strong sexual desire for her, but I couldn't freely seek out women back then. My relationship with my mother filled that void. A mature, sexually active woman and a young, healthy boy, with plenty of time alone together, without arousing suspicion.

Of course, I don't deny the immense pleasure the taboo of incest brought me, so my relationship with my mother lasted for many years. During this time, we mostly had sex during holidays, trying various methods (excluding the perverse ones), and our family atmosphere was always good; perhaps it was just enjoyment. I

often think back to some scenes from that time, especially some unforgettable ones, very clearly. It was during my first summer vacation in college. My girlfriend and I had broken up. To be honest, I often thought about the pleasure of having sex with my mother, and I even lost interest in masturbation. Plus, my girlfriend had given up, so my sexual desire was particularly intense.

I had been eagerly anticipating the holiday and rushed home, but at first, there weren't many opportunities. The middle school my mother taught at hadn't started its break yet, and sometimes there were students from extracurricular tutoring classes at home besides my father. Those few days were truly unbearable; I could only wander outside every day. I secretly touched my mother twice, but it wasn't enough; it was all done stealthily.

Then one day, about a week into the holiday, my father was taking a shower in the bathroom, and I was reading in the room when my mother came in. I became uncontrollably excited. She casually sat on my bed, and I wanted to touch her body, but she seemed hesitant, afraid I would mess up her clothes and hair, and she wouldn't be able to explain it. So I took her hand and placed it on my genitals, and my mother started massaging me. I was very excited and pulled down my pants. She was a little nervous but accepted it, using the blanket to cover me. I asked her to use her mouth, and she asked if all boys liked this. I said yes, and she smiled, then told me to be quiet, wiped herself with a towel, and began to give me oral sex.

Her technique seemed much more refined than the first time. The first time, she closed her mouth too little, and her teeth grinding against me hurt a bit. I told her that then, so this time Mom opened her mouth very wide. She knows my body very well and knows where my penis is most sensitive. She enveloped that spot with her tongue, and I felt very good at that moment, almost crying out, but I didn't dare, afraid that Dad would hear. I was very nervous.

My mother was quick, and kept removing my hands from her body, as if urging me to hurry up. I kept saying "tongue, tongue," and she understood, moving her hands forcefully. I didn't dare to hold back. Just before I was about to ejaculate, my mother tried to move her head away (she wanted to use her hand to help me at the end, or let me ejaculate inside her), but I didn't let her. I held her hand, and she knew what I was thinking, so she didn't move away but sucked hard. I ejaculated into my mother's mouth in just a few minutes. I still remember that she spat into a towel and then told me to quickly tidy my clothes. She washed the towel in the kitchen (because my father was taking a shower in the bathroom).

We didn't have any contact for a few days after that night, and I was naturally burning with desire. Until my mother had a holiday, and my father was preparing to go to Germany for a business trip, I knew the opportunity was coming. During the days when my father was getting his passport, I was almost restless. Before my father left... That night, I was so excited I couldn't sleep, fantasizing about how crazy we'd be the next day. So much so that, bored in the middle of the night, I sneaked to their bedroom door to eavesdrop on their lovemaking. I heard my mother laughing and whispering, but I couldn't make out the details. I

finally drifted off to sleep, but because I'd stayed up so late, I woke up very late the next day. It was already noon, and my mother had already started cooking. Only we were left at home. We had lunch as usual (don't expect my mother to bring it up). I didn't dare directly ask her to have sex. After lunch, my mother went to wash the dishes. I think she was wearing a yellow sweater and dark jeans. Looking at her back, I couldn't control my impulse any longer. I went up and hugged her from behind, reaching one hand inside her breasts and grabbing one of her full, soft breasts. With the other hand, I slipped it inside her waistband and grabbed her furry private parts. I started thrusting vigorously.

Mom didn't want it at first, but after a few strokes, her breathing became rapid, and I felt her immediately become wet. She paused for a moment, then whispered that she'd wait until I finished washing the dishes. I felt like I'd received a royal decree, and even helped with the chores. We finished quickly, and Mom led me into the bedroom. We didn't say anything then, but instead started undressing each other. We were so horny!

Mom refused my kisses, but welcomed my hands. We were immediately naked. I remember one detail: Mom threw

her clothes all over the floor like in the movies. We kissed each other's sensitive areas, and then I grabbed her two white thighs, spreading them wide, and entered her body in the traditional way. Then we began to have intense intercourse. Her whole body trembled with my movements, especially her full breasts, which shook violently. Her body was smooth and warm inside. Perhaps I was too excited, because I lifted her two white legs onto my shoulders, and then folded them over her firm breasts. I thrust hard, and Mom cried out loudly. The first time didn't last long, but it was enough for Mom to reach an orgasm. She looked very satisfied.

Later, we lay down for a while, and my desire returned. I was hard again, and we started caressing and kissing, but Mom made me lie down. She began to gently kiss my body, then gave me oral sex, and then straddled me. My most sensitive part plunged into her warmest, wet place, and I felt like I was in heaven. At this moment, I truly understood what technique meant. My girlfriend had tried this position at my request, but it was stiff and even painful, and I thought it wouldn't work.

But Mom was completely different. Her movements were gentle yet comfortable. She placed her hands on my chest, her lower body softly enveloping my most sensitive male area. Her plump mounds and soft black hair gently bumped against my lower abdomen. Her body leaned slightly forward, allowing me to caress her two breasts, which swayed gently as they drooped. However, she controlled the rhythm of her thrusts, even asking if this was the right way to move, showing great tenderness. I remember Mom asking me how it felt compared to that girl, and I said I liked being inside her.

She seemed excited, and her movements gradually quickened. Her breasts swayed heavily, bouncing in my palms. I gripped them tightly, and when I looked up at the point where our bodies met, I saw that incredibly lewd sight again. Her milky white love juice had already flowed down my erect penis, sticking to her crotch and my lower abdomen. The squelching sound of the love juice churning wasn't drowned out by her heavy moans; instead, it sounded particularly crisp and melodious.

She tried to overwhelm me, but she reached her climax first. As I violently ejaculated inside her, she collapsed onto me, limp and powerless. I held her tightly, unwilling to pull out. After a while, my penis hardened again inside her, and she regained her strength. We continued to have sex, this time for a long time. My mother seemed to enjoy it, or perhaps find it amusing. She gently leaned down and held me, swaying slowly, allowing me to savor the moment for a long time. Only then did I hold her tightly and thrust deeply into her. We reached our climaxes together. As my penis pounded against her walls again, releasing my essence, her climax was even louder than before, as if she wanted to swallow me whole…

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My Mother's Story [Its Value Lies in Its Authenticity] is a good read, and I hope more people will read it.

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