Mom, I want to fuck you.

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My name is Li Ming, I'm 20 years old, and I'm from Harbin, the "Ice City" of northern China. I have an older sister who is three years older than me and is already married. I remember when I was little, my family lived in a small factory dormitory. People my age should know what that was like; most young couples lived in such dormitories back then.

My parents were both factory workers. Because the house was small, there was only enough space for a bunk bed and a table. After those two things, there was practically no room left.

Maybe some kids these days don't know what a bunk bed is; it's basically a two-tiered bed, each bunk about the size of a single bed, so two people couldn't fit in, like the beds in a school dormitory. So, my father and mother slept in separate bunks.

Because I was younger, I slept with my mother, while my sister, who was three years older than me, slept with my father. My childhood wasn't anything unusual; it was like most kids' lives back then. Sometimes, my parents would let me go to the top bunk to play with my sister before going to sleep.

At that time, I didn't understand anything. Later, when I was about four or five years old and started to remember things, my curiosity grew, and I wondered why my parents would sometimes let me go to the top bunk to play with my sister. Once, out of curiosity, I peeked under the bed and saw my father naked on top of my mother. Curious, I called my sister to come and see.

But my mother opened her eyes and saw us. She laughed and scolded us, "What are you two looking at? Go back to play!" At that time, I didn't understand anything and didn't pay attention. I made a scene and went to play with my sister. I don't remember if my father was moving or not, and I forgot about it later.

But as I grew older, I often thought about it, but that's another story. When

I was 18, my father's workplace allocated him a small house, so we moved to a new house, much bigger than before. My sister and I had our own room, but sometimes when my father worked the night shift, my mother would sleep with us in the small room to save coal. Honestly, I didn't

have any thoughts about it then. Actually, at that age, you wouldn't have any thoughts like some incest novels say, "I wanted to commit incest with my mother since I was little." I think people who say that are idiots.

Now, let me introduce my parents. My mother is actually very beautiful. She is 7.7 meters tall and was very slim when she was young. (Although she's become somewhat wealthy now, she still has a great figure and a mature beauty.)

I remember when I was little, relatives, friends, and neighbors all praised my mother's beauty, and many men fawned over her. But my mother was a very traditional person and never had any inappropriate contact with other men. My father was actually quite handsome; he was 1.77 meters tall, just a bit dark-skinned. If he weren't handsome, my mother wouldn't have been attracted to him. My mother

's family was considered wealthy for that era, and my grandfather's family and my maternal grandmother's family were landlords and capitalists respectively before the liberation. (Although they declined before liberation, this is why they weren't classified as "bad elements" later.)

So my mother has an aristocratic air about her and looks very noble. My parents doted on me, especially my mother. Here I want to mention that I liked to touch my mother's breasts until I was 0 years old, and my mother, because she doted on me, didn't scold me much. However, at that time, touching my mother's breasts was purely for fun; I had no impure thoughts, unlike some people who say they were horny before they were 0 years old. What could a little kid know about lust? Later, when I was over 0, I became more sensible and developed a sense of disgust, so I stopped touching them.

Later, when I started school, I developed feelings for the opposite sex. Here I should mention that when I was eight years old, a loose thread from my underwear accidentally got caught in my foreskin, so I pulled it out. There was a strange, pleasant feeling while pulling it out, and afterwards I often stuffed the thread inside my foreskin and pulled it out myself. Perhaps this was my sexual awakening.

In those days, I was considered a precocious child (I think so myself because I hadn't talked to anyone).

In first grade, I had feelings for girls and liked looking at them. But I wasn't interested in older women, let alone my own mother.

By fourth or fifth grade, I lost interest in little girls and started paying attention to my teachers. At that time, tight pants were just becoming popular. The female teachers wore them, highlighting their figures, and I thought they were beautiful, especially their genitals, which attracted me. But at that time, I didn't understand sex; I was just excited by looking.

However, I never paid attention to my own mother. Back then, because I was pretty, smart, and did well in school, the teachers liked me, especially the female teachers, who were very kind to me. They liked to play with me or praise me, so I had many opportunities to get close to them. I really enjoyed their scent and seeing their private parts up close.

When I was in elementary school, my grandfather was critically ill. To take care of him, my parents took leave from work and went to his house on the other side of the city. Since it was summer vacation, they took my sister and me with them. At that time, there was a little girl near my grandfather's house who was my sister's classmate. We often played together.

She was very pretty and liked playing with me, but I didn't have any ulterior motives and just wanted to have fun. However, she was interested in me. One day, near the end of my summer vacation, she called me out and said she liked me. I was confused and it took me a while to understand. Her confession also awakened my sexual awareness, so I said I liked her too.

After that, she often invited me to her house. Actually, at that time, I really liked her mother. Her mother was very glamorous, and I was very interested in glamorous women back then. She didn't have a father, but her mother had married a rich man who gave them a lot of money every month and would come twice a week.

I often played at her house, and her mother knew that her daughter liked me. Sometimes she would jokingly ask if I wanted to buy her daughter a ring or something.

But she always probably treated me like a child, so she was very casual in front of me. One time, I stayed at her house very late. Her mother said she wanted to sleep for a while, so she lay down under the covers, took off her clothes, and put on her underwear around 3 a.m. Since their house wasn't big, there was only one master bedroom with a TV, so her daughter and I watched TV together.

Perhaps because the TV was loud, she couldn't fall asleep, so she sat up and watched TV with us. That was the first time I saw a mature woman's breasts wearing a bra, other than my mother's. I immediately became aroused, but her mother didn't notice. Later, she came out to drink water wearing only underwear. I saw that she was wearing semi-transparent underwear, and I could vaguely see a dark mass.

Later, I learned that lace underwear was very rare in our northern city in the 1990s. After that, I often deliberately stayed at her house very late and often saw her dressed like that.

But this didn't last long. My grandfather passed away, and because of the inheritance, my parents had a big falling out with my two aunts. In the end, my mother, acting as the eldest sister, took a high-handed approach and didn't ask for anything. However, this incident strained the relationship between relatives, and my two aunts shamelessly held a grudge against my mother. Later, my mother stopped associating with them. After returning home, I had no further contact with them.

In 1993, my mother passed the bar exam through self-study, and the following year, my father went into business due to poor factory performance.

In 1994, I entered junior high school. Because I was handsome and did well in school, many girls liked me. However, back then, unlike now, girls were more shy, and few actively pursued boys. Plus, I was introverted and didn't like young girls, so I ignored them.

But I still had a strong attraction to adult women. As I grew older, I understood more and learned that men and women having sex could lead to more sexual encounters. Therefore, I paid more attention to young and beautiful female teachers, sometimes even fantasizing about them in class.

However, I never had those thoughts about my mother, and due to puberty, I was somewhat antagonistic towards her, sometimes even feeling resentful towards her. Actually, my mother was very kind and caring towards me back then, but I just didn't appreciate it.

In my memory, my mother was both doting and strict with me. She spoiled me with food and clothing but was strict with my studies. That was true, but we rarely had any meaningful conversations, and she didn't pay much attention to my adolescent issues. Parents of that generation were almost all like that. Looking back now, perhaps I just didn't adjust well enough during that time. I didn't cause them much worry about my studies, so they rarely disciplined me.

Thanks to my parents' hard work, our family was quite well-off. My father's business, while not huge, was doing well. However, after going into business, he developed a drinking problem and would often come home drunk and act out. But because my mother was very strict, he didn't dare go too far; at most, he would smash a cup or something, and mostly just grumble silently.

My mother was too lazy to pay attention to him, and he would get tired of his antics and go to sleep.

In my second year of junior high, my mother's legal career also took off, so my parents became busier. Since our home was far from school, my parents decided to have me live at school. Here I need to talk about my older sister. Because she didn't do well in school, she didn't get into high school after junior high, so my parents sent her to my uncle's house in Shanghai, where they arranged for her to attend a vocational school. Later, she lived in Shanghai and got married there. At that time, it was just my parents, me, and myself at home.

During the two years I lived at school, I spent a lot of time with my classmates and learned a lot. I learned a lot about sex from them and saw pornographic books and magazines for the first time (we didn't have access to the internet back then).

I learned what a woman's body looked like and discovered that I had a strong sex drive. Back then, I fantasized about having sex with women every day. I use the word "sex" because I was really sexually frustrated and had very vulgar thoughts. However, I wasn't interested in female students; their thin bodies and childish faces annoyed me.

But I was very sexually frustrated with voluptuous adult women, always thinking how wonderful it would be to have sex with them, especially the few nice female teachers who were often around me. But because I was timid, it was just wishful thinking.

During this period, I found that I started to have desires for female teachers in their 30s and 40s, even more than for the younger ones. Their slightly protruding bellies and the full triangles under their tight pants made me fantasize endlessly; they felt very sexy. So they became my new objects of fantasy.

But fantasies aside, I never masturbated because I found it disgusting, not even when I was a child, and never again after I turned 18. At that time, I still didn't have those kinds of thoughts about my mother, not even during holidays when there were no female teachers to fantasize about.

On the contrary, due to the onset of puberty and less time spent with my mother, I became more antagonistic towards her. Looking back now, it wasn't because my mother wasn't beautiful, but because I genuinely never thought about it. However, my mother still loved me as before, just because she was busy and had fewer opportunities to show it.

My sexual fantasies didn't affect my studies, and in 1998, I was admitted to a key high school in the city. To make it easier for me to go to school, my mother discussed with my father and bought a duplex apartment of over 100 square meters near our school so I wouldn't have to live on campus. But my father changed; he spent all his time fooling around with his friends and often didn't come home, so my parents' relationship deteriorated, and they often argued. On the contrary, due to the emergence of more educated young lawyers, my mother's career gradually declined. Therefore, my mother spent more time at home.

After starting high school, my sexual frustration became more and more severe, and I began collecting more pornographic publications.

By seven years old, I had grown into a handsome young man, often attracting admiring glances from the women in my neighborhood. Since I was in my first year of high school and my studies weren't too demanding, my mother had more free time. She would often take me out to play and go shopping, especially enjoying the cool evenings in the neighborhood with me.

I knew she enjoyed the envious looks and compliments from the women and men around us. I noticed a hint of pride always playing on my mother's lips when someone complimented me or when young women looked at me with lustful eyes. I knew I was her pride. It was during these interactions with my mother that I discovered how beautiful she was.

Her slightly plump figure looked very sexy in her business attire, and her still-young face was beautiful, which attracted many lecherous men who would try to strike up conversations with her. But at that time, I only thought my mother was beautiful and never had any improper thoughts. I, however, was very interested in the middle-aged and young women who flirted with me. Sometimes, looking at their seductive expressions, I really wanted to pin them down, strip them naked, and fuck them hard.

但是也只是想想我是有色心没色胆的，再说她们也没有赤裸裸的来勾引我，就是真来了我也不一定敢干她们，哈哈我是不是很没出息啊，没办法那时侯思想还是没开放到现在这样，要是那时侯象这样我说不定插了多少过骚妇了。

高二那年父母为了方便我学习给我配了个电脑。妈妈对我很关爱，但是他们个感情似乎出了很大的问题。父亲常常是很多天不回家回来也是酩酊大醉满嘴的乱骂人。

我很反感他那个样子，而且他对我和妈妈也不象以前了总是横眉冷对的。有时候看他的表现我都想揍他。我开始同情起妈妈。

有了电脑我发现了一个新天地，网上有很多黄色的东西。

我开始迷恋上上网。一次偶然的机会我看到了几篇乱伦的文章，虽然写的多半很假而且大多是日本的有些变态但是还是觉得很有意思，不过当时也只是觉得好玩刺激却重没过过脑子。 After that, I became obsessed with those things, always deliberately searching for them, and found several movies about incest, especially those about mother-son incest, which I found very enjoyable.

One day, I was watching a movie about mother-son incest. My mother called me to eat from outside the door, and I hurriedly turned off the computer and went out to eat, but my mind was still on the scene of the male and female protagonists' intense lovemaking. Just as my mother brought the dishes to the table, I noticed that she was wearing tight jeans and a tank top, which perfectly showcased her full figure. I suddenly found my mother very sexy, and at the same time, the scene of the man and woman having sex flashed through my mind.

I subconsciously looked at my mother's crotch area, and my penis immediately became erect, accompanied by a racing heart. "Mom is a woman," those words appeared in my mind at that moment, and I immediately felt disgusted with myself.

At this moment, my mother said in a very kind tone, "Go wash your hands, my little darling." How could I dare to wash my hands? My penis was still standing there. I hurriedly demonstrated that I had washed them.

"You washed it there, I didn't see it. Your hands are dirty, go wash them."

"I don't want to wash today." I quickly pretended to be annoyed.

"Eek! What's wrong today? Are you sick?" Mom said, touching my forehead with her hand. When her warm hand touched my forehead, a warm current flowed through my body, and the fragrance she brought with her almost made me ejaculate. This was so sudden, and in a panic, I hurriedly shouted, "Are you annoying me? I'm not washing, I'm not washing."

Mom was surprised and stunned for a few seconds before reacting, "What are you yelling for? If you don't want to wash, then don't wash. Did you eat something bad today? Eat up." After that, my little brother also went down, and I had no appetite for food. I

hurriedly ate a couple of bites and ran back to my room. Thinking about what had just happened, I felt a little scared.

How could this happen? I was just watching and playing, how could this suddenly happen? I cursed myself, and at the same time, I felt disgusted and filthy. Just then, Mom pushed the door open and came in.

"Xiaoming."

"Why didn't you knock before coming in?" I yelled reflexively before my mother could even speak. My mother was surprised at first, but quickly realized what she meant. "I forgot, I wanted to tell you that I was rude earlier. Are you sick?"

At that moment, I dared not look at her, yet I glanced at her lower body out of the corner of my eye. A strange feeling welled up inside me.

"Mom, I'm not sick. I'm sorry, I was just a little annoyed, probably because of the upcoming exams," I made an excuse.

"Oh."

"Mom, can I be alone for a bit?" I blurted out before she could even open the door.

Mom glanced at me and said, "Okay, call me if you need anything." Then she quietly closed the door and left. I felt horrified by my own thoughts.

The next day, Mom knocked on the door, and I realized I had fallen asleep sometime during the night. I got up, too afraid to look up, rushed into the bathroom to wash up, and came out to find my mother sitting

there calling me to eat breakfast. Good heavens! She was wearing her pajamas shorts. Her snow-white, smooth legs were completely exposed, and my penis immediately became erect. I quickly turned and went to my room. "I don't want to eat today," I said, quickly putting on my pants

. Just then, Mom said behind me, "What's wrong today?" I instinctively turned around and saw Mom's large breasts, barely contained by her tank top, throbbing with desire. My penis instantly hardened. How could this be? It's perfectly normal for Mom to dress like this. I mentally berated myself, quickly pulled on a shirt to cover my lower body, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and rushed out of the room, muttering, "No appetite." I could almost see my mother standing at the door, her face full of confusion.

I was seven years old that year, and my mother was forty-two.

I was absent-minded all day, constantly beating myself, but my mother's image kept appearing in my mind.

I lost interest in those flirtatious female teachers. After school, I wandered the streets, not wanting to go home. I didn't go home until I was starving, and it was already past seven in the evening.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw my mother sitting in the living room watching TV. Luckily, she wasn't wearing anything too revealing; she was wearing a t-shirt and trousers with an apron on, seemingly waiting for me to eat. Seeing

me come back, my mother said a little angrily, "Where did you go running around? Why are you back so late?"

"Didn't Dad come back again?" I asked, trying to make conversation. My mother coldly replied no and told me to eat. I ate with my head down, and my mother tried to speak several times, but seeing my sullen expression, she hesitated.

"Time to go to my room." After finishing my meal, I said goodbye and went back to my room. Mom watched me go in; I wondered what her expression was like—she must have been very confused. ← How did she know I was having this problem?

I opened my homework, hoping to forget these unpleasant things by studying, but then I thought I heard the sound of water. Experience told me Mom was taking a shower, because my room is very close to the bathroom, so I can always hear any loud noise there. This is a normal thing usually, but today my heart skipped a beat, and images of a mature woman's body began to flash through my mind like a movie. I wanted to peek at Mom showering. This thought suddenly popped into my head, startling me.

I started blaming myself, calling myself a beast. But another voice inside me said I had to see. In the end, curiosity and lust overcame reason, and I opened my bedroom door to look into the bathroom. I knew Mom never locked the door when she showered, because there was no need to at home.

But once I came out, I didn't know what to do; I was conflicted and didn't know what to do. I knew that if I just slightly opened the bathroom door, I could peek inside. But that would make me a beast, and besides, Mom could easily find out, because the bathroom wasn't very big. Unlike some novels where the mother doesn't notice, are their mothers all stupid and oblivious?

In the end, I still didn't dare to do it. But I thought of a compromise: I would leave the door a crack and wait for my mother to pass by my door from the bathroom. Sure enough, a few minutes later, my mother walked past my door wrapped in a bath towel. My mother was so beautiful, like a lotus emerging from the water.

The bath towel covered the middle of my mother's body, leaving her shoulders and legs exposed, smooth and glistening. Her hair, like silk fresh from the water, softly cascaded down her shoulders. In just a few seconds, my mother was out of my sight, but my unruly little brother still stood up. The flames of desire surged wildly within me, and I mustered my courage and went out. I ran to a sofa in the living room opposite my mother's bedroom door, hoping that my mother hadn't closed the door so I could peek at her changing clothes.

Because I knew that my mother would change her underwear after bathing, and that she used to often change her bra without closing the door, but I wasn't interested in her then and didn't bother to watch, but she would close the door when changing her underwear.

I didn't know if my mother would close the door after changing clothes after her bath, because I had always been in my own room and had never seen her do so. My mother usually showered after I returned to my room and finished the housework; occasionally, she would shower during the day or earlier, knowing I was active, she would close the door. Today, burning with desire, I wanted to try my luck. Sure enough, my mother hadn't closed the door. I didn't know if this was a blessing or a punishment.

I hid behind the sofa and peeked out. I saw my mother naked, her back to me, rummaging through a drawer.

Because it was quite far and the light was dim, only the wall lamp was on in her room. I could only vaguely see her buttocks and her back, but that still excited me immensely.

I saw my mother take out a pair of underwear, stretch her legs inside, and at that moment, her vulva was exposed. It seemed to be a light brown, thick type—the mature, thick type I liked in porn films; I didn't like the thin kind. My heart pounded wildly; I almost ejaculated.

I hurriedly ran back to my room and closed the door. My feelings were both excited and complicated. That day, I broke my rule and masturbated. After ejaculating, I felt a strange emptiness and a sense of disgust.

I didn't want to think about it anymore, so I quickly turned off the light, pulled the covers over my head, and tried to forget everything by sleeping. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. My mother's image and her body kept flashing through my mind, and then I felt disgusted and guilty. I struggled with these thoughts for a long time before finally drifting off to sleep.

I don't know when I heard someone calling me; it sounded like my mother. I opened my eyes and saw my mother looking at me kindly: "Little sleepyhead, get up! You'll be late for school." It turned out I had been sleeping too soundly, and my mother had come in to wake me. Looking at my mother's kind expression and remembering what had happened yesterday, I felt ashamed and my feelings were complicated.

My mother saw that I was up, told me to hurry up and get ready to eat, and then turned and left. While eating, I secretly resolved not to do it again, but seeing my mother still made me a little uneasy. At school, my mind was always restless, and I kept having all sorts of wild thoughts. Finally, I came up with a compromise: let him have a crush on his mother, as long as he keeps it within bounds. I've read some books that say many teenage boys have crushes on their mothers to some extent, and as long as they handle it well, it's a smooth transition. I comforted myself with this thought, and felt much better.

When I got home that evening, my mother wasn't home from work yet. Looking at the clean and bright room, I suddenly felt a sense of warmth, and my mood improved. So I turned on the TV and sat in the living room to watch. Around 5:30, my mother came home.

"Honey, Mom's home." Hearing my mother's voice, I went to the door to greet her. My mother was bending over to change her shoes. She was wearing tight jeans that perfectly outlined her voluptuous lower body, the cuffs clinging to her straight legs, and the crotch area perfectly sculpted, looking very alluring.

Underneath, she wore an open-necked blouse over a white low-cut shirt. Because she was bending over, I could see her pink bra and the perfect cleavage created by it through the shirt. I was captivated by the beautiful scenery, and my little brother instinctively stood up. I hurriedly turned around.

"Why are you so

late?" I said as I walked towards the room. "Sweetie, are you hungry? Mommy will change my clothes and make you some food," my mother replied. Back in the room, my heart was still racing. "How could this happen?" I cried out inwardly. But the scene from just now kept replaying in my mind. Desire was repeatedly aroused, slowly eroding my reason.

Remembering that Mom had said she was going to change clothes, I decided to peep. Sometimes Mom doesn't close the door when she changes clothes, except when she's changing underwear; she always closes it then. Even when changing bras, she doesn't seem to mind. I've seen this before, but because I never considered Mom a woman, I never paid attention, and I was too lazy to look, let alone peep.

So I quietly opened my bedroom door and looked towards my mother's room diagonally opposite the living room. Sure enough, as expected, Mom hadn't closed the door. I tried to act casually as I walked to Mom's door. She was looking for clothes with her back to the door—wearing only a white pair of panties, her full, snow-white body almost entirely exposed before me. At that moment, I wanted to escape, but desire controlled my reason, preventing me from moving an inch. Instead, I stood rooted to the spot, greedily admiring my mother's body.

My mother seemed to sense movement behind her and turned around to see me standing in the doorway. Unlike many novels where she screams in surprise, Chinese mothers rarely react that way in front of their children. They are generally quite casual around them, a common trait among Chinese mothers. They completely ignore the allure of a woman's body to her teenage sons, so they generally don't shy away from exposing any part of their body except their genitals, especially with their backs turned.

My mother smiled, pulling on a t-shirt (she usually doesn't wear a bra at home) and said, "Honey, what's wrong? Hungry? I'll go cook after I change."

Then she turned and took a short skirt from the closet, lifting her long, full thighs to pull it on. My God, this series of actions was incredibly tempting. I stood there, stunned, my penis already erect. I really wanted to rush over, push my mother down, and thrust my swollen penis into her. But my remaining rationality prevented me from doing so.

My mother, having finished changing, looked at me with some confusion as I stood there. I noticed my mother's feigned anger.

"Coming home so late and dawdling like this, trying to starve me to death!"

she said, turning and walking towards the center of the living room. "My little darling, Mom had a case today, and it was late. I'm

sorry, my little darling. What would you like to eat?" she asked, heading towards the kitchen. Sitting on the sofa, watching my mother busy in the kitchen separated by transparent glass, I felt a pang of guilt and remorse. I felt I shouldn't have been so disrespectful to the mother who raised and loved me. My mind was in turmoil, so I turned on the TV, and soon my attention was completely absorbed by the programs. Perhaps this is what it means to be a heartless son.

I always wanted to possess my mother, but traditional morality and fear prevented me from crossing that line. In the days that followed, I lived in this state of conflicted and complex emotions, which I won't describe in too many words here.

What I do want to say is that during this time, my father, as before, only came home very infrequently, and every time he did, he argued with my mother and even hit her twice. At that time, I felt so sorry for my mother. I hated my father. Every time my father and mother argued, he would mention that my mother was sexually frigid. I remember this term vividly and doubted whether she was truly sexually frigid as my father claimed.

In 2000, I entered my senior year of high school. My mother, in the first month of my senior year, proposed a divorce to my father. A few days before she filed for divorce, she talked to me, explaining her thoughts and asking for my opinion.

I told her I didn't care; whether they divorced or not wouldn't affect me, and I'd have peace and quiet. My mother didn't say anything after hearing my words. However, I foolishly asked her if she was truly sexually frigid. She was surprised and very angry, scolding me for talking nonsense. I regretted it as soon as I said it.

Initially, my father disagreed with the divorce, but later, I don't know what my mother did, but he not only agreed but also left with nothing, giving her the house and all the family savings. I lived with my mother. Actually, I had long suspected that my father had other women, and later my mother confirmed it. In truth, over the years, I've never had a good impression of my father; I even harbored some resentment towards him.

Senior year of high school was hectic, and my mother became much stricter with me than before. Since developing sexual desires for her, my grades had become very unstable. In my senior year, my mother started to discipline me strictly so I could get into a good university. Coupled with the heavy workload and my own awareness of the urgency of time, I didn't think much about sex. At that time, I was busy with tutoring classes every day, so tired that I barely had time to drink or sleep, let alone think about women.

Before I knew it, it was the eve of the college entrance exam. My mother became gentle and considerate again, no longer as strict and nagging as before. I saw the shadow of my beautiful mother from before, and I started to have fantasies again.

But with the exam approaching, I didn't have the energy to think too much. I knew my most important task was to get into my ideal university.

The period after the exam, waiting for the results, was really difficult. I was very anxious, even though my estimated score was pretty good, I couldn't put my mind at ease.

My mother seemed calm on the surface, but I knew she was also very uneasy. Finally, the day the results were released arrived, and my mother and I were both relieved to see the scores. My score exceeded that of Harbin Engineering University, the university I applied to, meaning that barring any unforeseen circumstances, I should have no problem getting into it. I told my father and sister the news, and they were also very happy.

My mother and I were overjoyed with the good news, and that evening we celebrated at home. At the dinner table, my mother was very happy and drank a lot of wine. Her intoxication added a touch of allure, captivating me completely.

Because it was summer, my mother wasn't wearing much, and she had dressed up specially for the celebration. Usually, my mother dressed casually at home, but not today. She wore a green tank top, exposing her shoulders and upper chest.

Her lower body was a tight-fitting knee-length skirt, revealing her entire calves. Although my mother was 43 years old at the time, her skin wasn't as smooth and delicate as a young girl's, but because she took good care of herself, it still looked smooth and fair. Her legs, though slightly muscular, were still straight and slender, and looked very sensual. Her full breasts rose and fell with her breath.

All of this made my blood boil under the influence of alcohol, and awakened my primal desires. My slightly drunk mother said softly, "My darling, you've really made Mommy proud. Mommy wants to reward you. Tell me what you want, and Mommy will give it to you."

Hearing this, I became even more unable to control myself, thinking: I don't want anything, I just want to have sex with you, do you agree? Under the influence of alcohol, my desire had overcome my reason. I sat down next to my mother, slowly put my right arm around her shoulder, and with my left hand I reached around her waist from the front, murmuring, "Mommy, I don't want anything, I just want you."

At this moment, my mother's actions startled me. She suddenly threw herself into my arms and cried, "My dear son, you are Mommy's hope. Mommy is counting on you from now on. Your sister is far away in Shanghai, and Mommy can't count on her anymore..."

Faced with my mother's tears, my lust was instantly extinguished, replaced by heartache and remorse.

Suddenly, Mom stood up and said, "Sweetie, how about Mom takes you on a trip? Haven't you always wanted to go to Sanya?

As a reward, Mom has decided to take you."

"Okay," I nodded repeatedly.

The next day, Mom took a week off from work and bought plane tickets for the day after tomorrow. Then we started packing. After a year of hard work, I wanted to have some fun, and the thought of basking in the sea breeze and sunshine of Sanya with Mom made me feel especially good. After everything was finished, it was already late, and we were very tired. We quickly ate dinner and prepared to leave the next day.

The next day, Mom and I arrived at the airport early, and the plane took off on time.

It was already afternoon when we arrived in Sanya, so my mom and I decided to find a place to stay. We chose a hotel that wasn't too expensive, located relatively close to our hotel. Since it was a self-funded trip, my mom only booked a standard room to save money, and I didn't object and was actually quite happy. The thought of sharing a room with my mom made me very excited.

It was a small room with two single beds, a table, two chairs, a bathroom, and a dressing table. After settling in, we decided to familiarize ourselves with the surroundings. The transportation was convenient, and there were many tourist-related entertainment venues and restaurants nearby. After getting a basic feel for the area, we found a restaurant, had dinner, and then returned to the hotel.

Back at the hotel, my mom told me to take a shower first. Thinking about sleeping in the same room as my mom and maybe even getting intimate, I was very excited, and my penis was erect the whole time. After showering, it still wouldn't go down, so I had to wrap myself in a towel before I could get out. My mom saw me come out and went to take a shower too. I, on the other hand, anxiously lay on the bed watching TV.

A moment later, Mom came out wrapped in a bath towel. She sat in front of the mirror, doing her makeup and chatting with me. I answered her intermittently, peeking at her from behind. Looking at Mom, fresh from her bath, she was like a lotus emerging from the water, both radiant and alluring. She was simply stunning.

I was burning with lust, my blood surging. I knew I craved women, I longed to be a man, but I dared not lay a hand on my mother. Because in this situation, there was only one way: to rape her, and she might resist fiercely.

My mind raced with possibilities: What if Mom resisted? Even if I succeeded, how would I face her afterwards? Would she even want to have sex with me? What if I failed and she escaped? A barrage of questions flashed through my mind.

At the same time, I kept asking myself if I should do this; it was incest, a grave transgression. It was a battle between mind and flesh. I cannot accurately describe the complex emotions I felt at that moment. In the end, my remaining reason and fear triumphed over lust. In a daze, I saw Mom turn off the light and get into the bed opposite mine.

"Sweetie, go to sleep early. Mom will take you to see the sea tomorrow."

"Okay," I replied casually. Soon, Mom fell asleep. Listening to her even breathing, I tossed and turned in bed, my mind a jumble of thoughts.

Mom woke me up early the next morning, but because of my worries the night before, I went to bed late and was very sleepy, so I stayed in bed and refused to get up. Seeing that she couldn't get me up, Mom agreed to let me sleep until 9 o'clock. At 9 o'clock, Mom came to wake me again, and I knew that being any later would be a problem, so I reluctantly got up. After getting ready, we ate something and went out. We took a taxi straight to the beach. Taxi fares in Sanya are really expensive; it only cost 0 yuan for such a short distance!

To be honest, this was the first time I'd ever seen the sea, and everything seemed so new and exciting. The white sand, the pale blue water, and the women in bikinis were simply beautiful. Mom and I changed into our swimsuits, found a good spot, set up our umbrellas, and laid out blankets. My mother was wearing a light pink one-piece swimsuit, which seemed a bit conservative compared to the young women in bikinis, but her voluptuous figure was undeniably revealed. Her graceful figure added a touch of maturity and allure to the younger women. Looking at the beautiful women on the beach and my mother beside me, I started to have impure thoughts again.

We arrived around 10 a.m., a beautiful time with a clear, crisp breeze. My mother suggested teaching me to swim. As a northerner, I'm a complete landlubber, but my mother swam very well. In the water, my mother and I had a lot of physical contact, but since it was my first time learning to swim and I was quite disheveled in the sea, I didn't really have a chance to appreciate the skin-to-skin contact, only managing to swallow a few mouthfuls of cold water. This made me very embarrassed, so I suggested we go ashore to rest and let my mother swim on her own.

Seeing that I had no interest in learning, my mother agreed. Lying on the sand ashore felt much better, and I had a chance to recall the feeling of skin-to-skin contact with my mother. Thinking about it, my little brother got erect, and I quickly grabbed a towel to cover my lower body.

At that moment, I noticed many women looking at me, some young and some older. I started to feel proud. I knew I was pretty handsome. So I began to admire the bodies of women. It felt so real and wonderful. Suddenly someone tapped me on the head, "Don't keep staring at girls, you're being lecherous."

It turned out that my mother had gotten bored after swimming for a while and had come ashore.

"No, they looked at me first," I argued.

"Really? Let Mom see," my mother said with a smile, turning my head towards her.

"You are quite handsome, my darling, you've grown up and girls are starting to notice you." A thought crossed my mind: if I'm this handsome, will my mother like me too? I decided to test the waters.

At noon, the sun became scorching. The women started applying sunscreen, and my mother asked me to help her apply it to her backside.

I smeared some sunscreen on my hands and slowly slipped them inside my mother's clothes, thinking: You've come to me yourself. I gently touched my mother's backside inch by inch. The soft, warm feeling spread from my palms throughout my body...

Around 3 p.m., my mother and I left the bathhouse and prepared to take a taxi home. Standing by the roadside, Mom complained that taxis were too expensive here, costing so much for such a short distance. Hearing her complaint, an idea popped into my head.

"How about we take the bus back?" Mom looked up, puzzled, and asked if I knew which bus to take. I suggested we look for it. Sure enough, our efforts paid off, and we found a bus that went to where we were staying.

However, since we were in a tourist area, the bus had to take a detour. Anyway, we had time, so we got on the bus.

At first, there weren't many people on the bus; although there were no seats, there weren't many standing either. But after a few stops, the bus started to get crowded. It was probably because it was rush hour, and many people were traveling. This suited my purposes perfectly. I originally planned to take advantage of Mom on the bus; I had done so before with a few mature women on buses. As the bus got more and more crowded, Mom and I were squeezed together.

Because Mom was holding onto something with one hand, she started to lose her balance, so I offered to support her. Mom didn't refuse; little did she know what I was planning. I hugged my mother around the waist, and my penis became erect the moment I touched her body. We were leaning sideways, so she didn't notice. But as the crowd grew, we were quickly pushed face-to-face.

I started to get scared, afraid my penis would press against her and she would notice. So I tried to stick my buttocks out as much as possible. I knew it would be embarrassing if she saw me, and I didn't know how she would react. If she scolded me, that would be terrible.

But as the bus stopped at more stations, it became increasingly crowded. The congestion made it difficult to control my body, and my lust drove me to push my hard penis against her. At that time, I was 1.81 meters tall, and my mother was 1.71 meters tall. With her high heels, her height was almost the same as mine, so my penis was right above her pubic bone.

The instant my penis touched her, I felt her warmth wash over me from my lower body, and I gasped. So good! At the same time, my mother sensed something. She glanced down first, then looked up at me, her eyes filled with something I couldn't decipher. Was it sorrow or shyness?

The moment our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat. That look pierced my heart, bringing back a sliver of reason. We both tried to move, but we couldn't budge in the crowded throng. Seeing this, my mother turned her head to look out of the car.

I hesitated for a moment, but desire quickly seized my mind again. I turned my head to look out of the car, trying my best not to look at my mother, knowing that otherwise my reason might collapse. I hugged my mother tighter and thrust my penis hard into her. With the movement of the car, I instinctively moved, suppressing my rapid breathing. And so I felt, experiencing something I had never felt before…

I don’t know how much time passed, but I heard the station announcement say the name of our stop. My mother squeezed towards the door first. I quickly covered my genitals with my hand and squeezed through as well. After getting off the car, I followed my mother like a child who had done something wrong, my steps quick, following closely behind.

My mother opened the door, and I followed her inside. After entering the room, she threw down what she was holding and sat angrily on the edge of the bed, her back to me. I knew something was wrong, and I stood anxiously at the door, not knowing what to do. After a few minutes, I knew I had to do something. So I went behind my mother and whispered, “Mom, I’m sorry, I was wrong.”

Hearing my voice, my mother turned her head, and at that moment I saw tears welling up in her eyes. My heart ached as if it had been pricked by needles. Seeing me, Mom seemed to soften and turned her head away. I was both scared and heartbroken. I don't know where I got the courage, but I rushed over and hugged Mom, crying out, "Mom, I was wrong!

I was wrong!" Mom seemed stunned by my actions, stunned for a moment before forcefully slapping my hands away, saying, "What are you crying for? Be careful someone hears."

I immediately realized my mistake and shut up. Mom then turned to look at me and said, "Do you know what you did wrong?"

I quickly nodded and answered, "I know." "

You can't do that again. It's wrong, you know?"

"I know," I immediately replied. Mom then gave a stiff smile and said, "Alright, go wash up and eat." This is the kind of mother from that era. Although she was an educated woman, when faced with this situation, she didn't know how to communicate with her child. I didn't dare disobey Mom's wishes and wanted to find a place to be alone, not daring to face her.

I dressed and came out of the bathroom, seeing Mom sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. I called out softly to Mom, and she finally came to her senses.

"Let's go eat," my mother said, getting up.

We ate dinner in the hotel cafeteria. Neither of us spoke; we both ate in silence.

I knew in my heart that our relationship had changed today, but I didn't know if it could return to normal over time.

It was 1:25 PM when we got back to our room—I remember that time clearly. I sat on my bed and turned on the TV, while my mother took her clothes and went into the bathroom. This time, she stayed in there for an unusually long time; I knew she didn't know how to handle the awkward situation.

I was extremely conflicted. About an hour later, my mother came out of the bathroom, but like me, she wasn't wearing her usual bathrobe; instead, she was wearing the long-sleeved top and short skirt she had worn when she went in. It was almost 8 PM, and the sky in Sanya was getting dark. My mother looked at

me awkwardly and said, "Turn off the TV and go to sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow." I said "Okay," turned off the TV, got into bed, and lay down with my back to my mother. My mother turned off the main light, leaving only the wall lamp on. I heard my mother getting out of bed and the sound of her taking off her clothes. Although there was air conditioning in the room, Sanya in the summer was still very hot and humid, so it was impossible to sleep in clothes. Then I heard my mother covering herself with a blanket.

I kept my back to my mother and lay quietly.

I could tell that my mother was also awake, because I heard her gently turning over. We lay there quietly, trying to calm ourselves down.

I don't know when I fell asleep. I dreamed that I was on a white sand beach making love with a woman whose face I couldn't see clearly; the process was chaotic. I woke up in a daze, feeling my penis was very erect. I found myself lying facing my mother's bed. By the light of the wall lamp, I saw my mother lying on her back, breathing evenly.

My mother was asleep. I wanted to know what time it was, so I gently lifted a corner of the curtain. It was dark outside. My penis was still erect; the unreleased energy from the day was making it difficult for it to subside, which made me very uncomfortable. I instinctively slipped my hand inside my underwear and gently stroked it, a slow, spreading pleasure spreading through me.

I opened my eyes and saw my mother across from me. The blanket had been pulled down to her waist, and her upper body, clad only in a bra, glowed a pale yellow under the light. Her high, full breasts were tightly encased in a white bra. All of this awakened my primal urges; I couldn't suppress the restlessness within me, desire overcoming all reason.

I quietly got out of bed, removed the only thing covering me—my underwear—and went to my mother's bedside. I watched her masturbate. But this couldn't satisfy my ever-growing lust. I couldn't help but reach out and pull back the blanket covering her. Trembling, I lifted it and gently placed it on the floor.

My mother's body was now revealed before me. Her slightly plump buttocks were covered by white fabric underwear, and her full legs were slightly parted. I went crazy, boldly pulling down my mother's panties. At that moment, only one thought occupied my mind: "I want to fuck a woman."

I gently used my thumb and forefinger to pull the edge of her panties down slowly. My mother is usually a light sleeper, but perhaps she was too tired today and had been mentally stressed, so she didn't wake up. I slowly pulled down her panties, and her dark pubic hair gradually became visible. Next was her mons pubis, and slowly the panties slipped off her buttocks.

In the light, I saw the beautiful cleavage I had fantasized about countless times. My mother's labia majora were thick and light brown, while her slightly darker labia minora were tightly closed together. My breath almost stopped; this was the first time I had seen a woman's genitals so closely, especially my mother's. I carefully admired the shiny pubic hair and the beautiful cleavage.

I gently pulled the panties down from my mother's ankles. I wanted to use my hands to separate that beautiful place, but I was afraid of waking her. "What if Mom wakes up? What will she do?" I dared not imagine. I steeled myself, thinking, "So be it."

I tried to gently part my mother's labia with my index and middle fingers, just like I'd seen in the video. But because her legs were only slightly parted, it was difficult to do so. So I gently spread her legs apart, climbed onto the bed, and knelt between her legs. Then I gently parted her labia again, constantly watching her movements.

Just then, my mother slightly moved her head. I was terrified and froze, afraid to breathe. But she didn't wake up. Slowly, I heard her even breathing again. I wanted to give up, but I couldn't. So I mustered my courage again.

Finally, I parted my mother's labia minora and saw the light pink flesh inside.

I tried to cover my mother's entire vulva with my palm. A thick, soft feeling came over me. This feeling made me bolder. I slowly began to use my fingers to explore my mother's labia, trying to find the opening I longed for. But having never touched a woman before, I had no experience.

I recalled the images of women's genitals in pornographic films and books, hoping to find the place I was looking for this time. Slowly, I noticed my mother's genitals were a little wet; I knew this was vaginal fluid. Just then, my mother opened her eyes. Having just woken up, she didn't understand what was happening, and I froze, terrified.

But she quickly realized what was happening and struggled to sit up. I reacted instantly, quickly pulling her back down onto the bed and pressing my penis against her genitals, trying to penetrate her.

"Mom, I want to fuck you," I blurted out. My mother was initially stunned, then immediately struggled, hitting me repeatedly with her hands.

"Get off me, you bastard!" her voice was loud and shrill.

I froze, pressing down on my mother, too afraid to move. Just then, two rustling sounds came from next door. My mother and I were both startled. Instinctively, I stuck out my index finger: "Shh...Mom, don't make a sound, someone might hear us."

Sure enough, my mother didn't make a sound. I immediately realized my mother's weakness. But my mother also quickly realized her situation, lowering her voice: "Be good, get down, don't make a fuss."

I almost laughed when my mother said this. Seemingly realizing this too, she started pushing me forcefully.

My mother was quite strong and almost pushed me off. I immediately added, "Watch out for the neighbors." This worked; the pressure from my

mother's hands immediately lessened. I took the opportunity to press my body back down. My mother could only keep pushing and hitting my shoulders. "Get down,"

she said in a low but stern tone. The soft comfort of flesh against flesh awakened my instincts again, and the pain from my mother's slaps drove me crazy. At that moment, I had thrown everything else to the back of my mind; only primal urges remained.

I poked around with my penis on my mother's genitals, trying to find that primal entrance. But being a novice, I couldn't find the point of contact and could only rub against it randomly.

My mother noticed my intentions and struggled even more fiercely, cursing, "You beast, get off!"

"Beast." Those two words shocked me. This was the first time my mother had used that word to curse me, and it greatly impacted my soul. My moral defenses rose again, and I began to consider giving up. But when I looked into my mother's eyes, I knew that if I went down, the consequences would be unimaginable. I was now in a dilemma.

I could only grit my teeth and continue to struggle with her. Perhaps it was my secretions that lubricated my mother's vagina during the struggle, or perhaps our friction also caused my mother to secrete love fluid. In any case, my mother's genitals began to become muddy.

In this change, I vaguely felt myself hitting a depression, and instinct made me push down. My mother let out a cry, and her hands, which had been pounding on my shoulders, suddenly stopped moving. Her head tilted back, and her legs kicked down forcefully.

At the same time, I felt my penis being tightly gripped by something warm. I knew I had succeeded; I had penetrated my mother's body, penetrated her vagina. But soon, my mother moved her body backward and struggled, hitting me as I tried to sit up. "Bastard!" my mother yelled.

My penis immediately felt empty again; I knew it had fallen out during my mother's struggle. I quickly moved forward, pressing my body against hers and holding her down. With the foundation from before, I quickly found the entrance again and pushed in. My

mother's body stiffened again, followed by fierce resistance. I quickly pressed my body down again. This time, my mother's head was already against the headboard, with no room to move. But the resistance became even more intense.

I instinctively began to wriggle—or rather, wriggle—because I didn't know how to penetrate properly and only made irregular movements.

"You beast, pull it out!" my mother's voice was loud. I couldn't help but lean over my mother and say, "Mom, keep your voice down. I love you so much. Don't you love me anymore? Since you're already inside me, just give me this once, okay?" These words worked. My mother suddenly lost her strength, slumped down, and turned her head towards the side of the bed.

Tears streamed down my mother's face. At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else; I just wanted to release the pent-up desire of years. I struggled desperately, but being inexperienced, I couldn't penetrate deeply. Actually, my penis wasn't small, though not as long as the 20 centimeters described in novels (I don't know if that's true), but it wasn't small either. I measured it myself privately; it was a little over 5 centimeters and quite thick.

Although my penis wasn't small, I didn't know how to use my strength or how to penetrate deeper, so half of it was unused. Even so, I ejaculated after only about 20 thrusts. Exhausted, I collapsed onto my mother, my body feeling utterly empty.

When I regained consciousness, I felt my mother softly weeping beneath me. I propped myself up and saw my mother's head bowed, tears streaming down her face, soaking the pillow. Guilt, fear, and a strange nausea overwhelmed me simultaneously. I knew I had done something with unimaginable consequences, something immoral and despised by everyone.

The thought that I had almost raped a woman, and that she was my own mother, disgusted me, yet mixed with a strange, inexplicable excitement. The feeling was so contradictory that my limited literary skills couldn't describe it; I'll leave it to the reader's imagination.

At the time, I also had another worry: I felt I had rushed things and hadn't given my mother enough pleasure. Naively, I thought that if I could give her an orgasm, she would accept it and the awkward situation would change. So, I imitated what I saw in porn and licked my mother's breasts. Soon, my penis was hard again.

I wanted to penetrate her again, thinking I could last longer and give her an orgasm. I reached out and parted my mother's labia while thrusting my penis forward. My mother realized my intention. She quickly sat up and, catching me off guard, slapped me hard across the face.

Tears welled in her eyes as she glared at me and uttered two words, one after another, "Get off." The tone told me it was an order I couldn't disobey. I nervously climbed off the bed and stood on the floor.

My mother grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself, biting her lip, tears streaming down her face as she glared fiercely at me standing on the ground. I had never seen that expression on her face before. Fear, regret, guilt—a complex mix of emotions overwhelmed me, and I shivered. In my panic, I knelt on the ground and began to cry.

"Mom, I was wrong, I'll never do it again, please forgive me," I sobbed, unable to look at her again.

My mother seemed moved by my reaction. She stood up and said, "Put on your clothes." Her tone wasn't as harsh, but it was still cold. Then she went to the bathroom without looking back. I knelt there, too afraid to move, waiting for my mother to come out and punish me. But a long time passed, and my mother didn't come out.

I wondered if she had committed suicide. Thinking this, I quietly walked to the bathroom door and leaned against it. I heard the sound of water and my mother crying inside. The sound wasn't loud, but it was very sad.

I knew my mother hadn't taken her own life, and my heart relaxed. But even then, I was very sad, not understanding why this had happened.

I ran back to get dressed and then knelt by the bed, trying to figure out how to ease the awkward situation. But I couldn't come up with a solution even after thinking for a long time. Half an hour later, my mother came out.

My legs were numb by then. My mother seemed to have calmed down a bit; she ignored me and started dressing herself. For some reason, watching her dress made my body react again. I thought I was a terrible person, acting like this at a time like this.

My mother finished dressing, got into bed, and lay down with her back to me. I thought she must be very tired, and I was too. White light was already appearing outside the window.

"Mom, I was wrong, please forgive me. I didn't mean to… I… it was just a moment of impulse…" I stammered incoherently.

"Let me calm down," my mother said. I knew that saying anything now would be superfluous; the most important thing was to calm myself down. And wasn't I in the same boat now? I went back to my own bed and lay there thinking…

Gradually, drowsiness crept in. I looked in my mother's direction—she was lying there motionless, her head covered. "I'll get some sleep, maybe I'll feel better when I wake up," I told myself.

When I woke up, my mother wasn't in the room. I searched every corner but couldn't find her. I was terrified she might have committed suicide, but I didn't know what to do. I felt incredibly hungry, and my stomach ached. I ate something and felt a little better. But once I was full, I started thinking about everything that had happened. How would I get along with my mother? Would she abandon me? Would she commit suicide? What would I do if she did? Why was I like this? I'm such a terrible person…

I started having all sorts of wild thoughts. I felt like I couldn't breathe. So I decided to go for a walk; I felt suffocated.

I started wandering aimlessly around the hotel. I bought a pack of cigarettes; I'd smoked a few times before but never become addicted. I smoked one cigarette after another, my mind a jumble. I didn't want to go back; I didn't know how to face my mother, but I was worried about her.

Around 4 PM, I returned to the hotel. My mother still hadn't come back, and I started to feel anxious. Time ticked by, but my mother still hadn't returned. I paced back and forth in the room, not knowing what to do.

Around 7 PM, I heard the sound of a lock being opened and rushed to open the door. I saw my mother, clearly surprised that someone would open the door, looking at me with a hint of dismay. She looked very tired.

"Mom, where did you go? I was worried."

"Nowhere, just going for a walk." My mother walked past me and went inside. I smelled a faint scent of alcohol. Back in the room, she sat on the bed, expressionless, and said to me, "I booked a room across the street. Would you like to stay there tonight?"

I watched her slowly take the key; the sign read 30.

"Then you should get some rest too." After saying that, I slowly walked to the door.

I opened the door and turned to my mother, saying, "Mom, I'm sorry." My mother turned to look at me, her face showing her exhaustion. I slowly closed the door and stood there, leaning against it. A few minutes later, a woman in her thirties came out of the next room. She gave me a few strange looks and walked towards the elevator, glancing back at me as she went. I felt uneasy. "Could she have guessed something?" I quickly walked towards room 30.

The next day I woke up very early. After washing my face, I sat on the bed, unsure whether to go to my mother or wait for her to wake me. Noon passed, and my mother still hadn't come. So I decided to go find her.

I knocked on the door. A moment later, my mother opened it. Seeing me, she didn't say anything, turned around, and went back inside. I went into the room and stood behind her, unsure what to say. My mother stood by the window, arms crossed, looking out. We were silent for a few minutes before my mother finally spoke.

"Why don't you go back by yourself first? I want to stay here for a couple of days."

"Mom, let's go back together?" Hearing my answer, she became agitated, turned around, and said, "Do you know what happened?"

"I know I was wrong." I wanted to cry. Hearing my words, my mother hesitated for a few seconds.

"Can you let me rest for a couple of days?" she said in a gentler tone. I knew that saying anything more would be superfluous, so I nodded. My mother went to the bedside, took out 2000 yuan from her bag, and handed it to me.

"The plane ticket is booked, it's for 3:30 PM. Your things are packed too. Go get something to eat first, then take a taxi to the airport." She said all this in one breath and handed me the bag. I took the bag and looked at her.

"Go ahead." I knew I didn't need to say anything more, and slowly walked to the door. Suddenly, I felt very worried, so I turned around and saw my mother looking at me.

"Mom, please don't do anything rash, I can't live without you." I said, my voice trembling with tears.

"Go on, be careful on the way." She said calmly.

After going downstairs, I didn't go to the airport right away, but sat at the door and cried.

I got home around 9 PM, and collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep immediately. I stayed home alone, trying to think as little as possible. I played video games like crazy, and tried to stay in crowded places so that my attention would be distracted and I wouldn't think about anything. You know, something like this has a huge impact on the mind. It's impossible to be like those trashy novels where the mother and son have a relationship and then enjoy it without any psychological pressure, starting an incestuous "sexual" bliss.

Unless those people are mindless, more beastly than animals—and even animals wouldn't mate with their own mothers—there are always two reasons for incest between mother and son: one is that one party has some kind of perverse psychology (I admit I'm a bit perverse myself); the other is extreme sexual desire that isn't being satisfied.

Moreover, after incest occurs, on the one hand, it creates immense psychological pressure and mental burden; on the other hand, it becomes an inescapable addiction, a desire to engage in incest again to seek stimulation and satisfaction in this special relationship. Those days I lived under this complex and contradictory psychological state, indescribable in words.

I slept irregularly, played irregularly, and suffered irregularly. I smoked, drank, went clubbing, and watched pornography.

On the fourth day, I slept until noon. Because I drank a lot the day before, I woke up with a headache. I wanted to go to my mother's room to get some painkillers, but when I went out, I unexpectedly found my mother sitting on the sofa in the living room. Seeing me, she invited me over.

"I think we should have a serious talk," my mother said first. I sat down beside her, head down.

"I've heard about this kind of thing before," my mother continued after a pause.

"But I never imagined something like this would happen to us, mother and son."

"I've thought a lot these past few days, I've even thought about dying. But I can't bear to leave you."

"Mom," I looked up at her, avoiding her gaze, and continued, "Since it's already happened, we should deal with it properly. We still have to face life. Before, I didn't care enough about your thoughts and life, neglected your adolescent issues, and wasn't very discreet in front of you. I've made mistakes in that too. I'll be more careful in the future." I listened silently, unsure what to say.

"But this can't happen again. If it does, I don't know how I'll face you. Can you promise you won't do it again?"

"Yes, Mom, I won't do it again," I replied.

"Okay, then let's pretend the past never happened. We'll live like before, and Mom will love you like before. Okay?"

"Okay." I nodded repeatedly, tears already streaming down my face. Mom looked at me and pulled me into her arms. At that moment, I felt very warm, my mood improved a lot, and the pressure in my mind was relieved.

Although we had this conversation, this had happened. Our lives could never go back to the way they were before. My mother and I spoke less and less, and we deliberately avoided sensitive topics. My mother also deliberately tried to reduce the time she spent with me, starting to get up early and come home late, sometimes even staying at her workplace. Two weeks passed slowly like this.

Sex is like a drug; those who haven't tried it want to, and those who have become addicted. It has periodic flare-ups, the only difference being that its cycle is unpredictable. After a while, sexual desire quietly crept back into my body, and having tasted it, I was still unsatisfied.

I remember August 7th, 2002, very clearly; my sexual desire spread like wildfire. I wanted to reach out to my mother again, but I knew it was despicable and the consequences would be severe. That day, I woke up with a high sex drive. My mother, as usual, made breakfast and hurriedly left.

Unable to quell my lust, I browsed pornographic websites online, and a word caught my eye: "prostitute." Ah, why not find a prostitute? This thought immediately frightened me. But I was so pent up, and after much internal struggle, I decided to give it a try.

At noon, I took 000 yuan and went out. I took a taxi to a district with a high concentration of entertainment venues.

I had heard that you could find prostitutes in bathhouses. I chose a bathhouse that looked relatively upscale and got a package that included a massage with a woman. After a quick wash, I asked the waitress for a massage. She led me to a room and told me to wait a while.

I told her to find a pretty one, and she smiled at me and left. A little while later, a pretty woman in her early twenties came in and called me "boss" in a effeminate voice. I pretended to be mature and lay down there and started massaging me. She was dressed very scantily. I guessed she wasn't very good at massage, as she was randomly pinching and touching me. I felt like I had found the right place; they should provide that kind of service.

Before I could even speak, the woman asked, "Boss, do you want to do it?" I knew what she meant by "do it," and I pretended to be experienced and asked her how much it cost. "It's not expensive, only 50, boss."

I thought to myself that it really wasn't expensive, but since it was my first time in a place like this, I was a little worried about getting caught. I said I might get caught. So I asked her if she could come with me, and she smiled and said, "Sure, 400 for a one-night stand." I thought the price was acceptable, so I agreed. I paid and took her home, but I won't go into details here.

After we got home, I didn't take her to my room. For some reason, I took her to my mother's bedroom. Once inside, she started taking off her clothes and asked if I wanted a condom. I said yes, because I still had some reservations about prostitutes.

Seeing me still standing there, she urged me to take off my clothes too. So I started taking off my clothes ↓ She took off all her clothes, grabbed a condom, handed it to me, and got onto the bed. I struggled for a while but couldn't put it on ↓ I burst out laughing.

"Little brother, you've worn one before, haven't you? Here, sister will put it on for you." She took out another condom, grabbed my penis, and quickly put it on. I found it amusing to see my penis with the condom on.

She lay down on the bed and spread her legs. "Come on, little brother." But I really wanted to fuck her, so I climbed on top of her, grabbed my penis, and tried to thrust it into her vagina. But I struggled for a while and couldn't get it in. She looked at me and laughed.

"Little brother, this isn't your first time, is it?" I didn't answer and continued.

"Come on, let me help you." She grabbed my penis and rubbed it against her lower body a few times before leading me to the entrance. I felt it and pushed it in. But I still didn't know how to insert it properly; my movements were clumsy, and I felt unsatisfied. She seemed to be very aroused, but my movements weren't satisfying, so she told me to lie down, sit on me, and sit on my penis. The moment she sat down, I felt great.

"Little brother, your penis is so big and thick!" she exclaimed, moving on me and moaning. After a few minutes, she yelled and climbed off.

"Little brother, I've orgasmed." I was in the throes of passion, so I lifted her off, climbed on top of her, and inserted myself. This time, I found the right spot and inserted it easily. She moaned and guided me. Gradually, I got the hang of it and began to insert more freely. After about ten minutes, I ejaculated. She told me to get down and get some tissues to wipe my genitals.

I watched her wipe her genitals, and my penis got hard again. After she finished wiping, she asked me if I wanted her to wipe me too. I shook my head.

She started getting dressed, talking to me as she did so. "Little brother, you know how to fuck now, right?"

"How do you know I've never fucked before? I have." She looked at me and giggled. Damn, this bitch is making me itch again. "I'll give you 200 and I'll fuck you twice more," I asked her. She agreed. I decided to enjoy myself this time; I was too hasty and just went for it. I imitated the actions in porn movies, touching her and sucking her breasts. I even asked her to give me oral sex, but she said it would cost extra. I asked her how much, and she said 00, so I agreed.

I felt that was enough, so I laid her down, put on a condom, and inserted it into her cunt. "You slut, I'll fuck you to death."

"Fuck me to death...husband, fuck me...husband," she responded.

Later, I fucked her twice more, one more time than agreed, until after 4 pm. Afraid of my mom coming back, I gave her 400 yuan. She seemed very happy and asked if I had ever done this before. I told her I had once. She laughed and threw down 200 yuan, saying, "Since you're a handsome guy and a young girl, I'll give you a free time."

I said "Oh" and took it without hesitation. When she left, she told me her name was Xiaoli and gave me her phone number, telling me to patronize her business often. I agreed verbally. After she left, I felt a little empty. But I was happy because I learned a lot that afternoon. I could not only accurately find the vagina, but also tried many positions. Most importantly, I discovered that I was still very strong and could fight continuously and last a long time each time. But I also felt a little bad, feeling that I had fallen.

Around 10 o'clock, my mom came back. She first came to my room and said, "Baby, have you eaten?" After that conversation, my mom started calling me "baby" again, but it was no longer as sweet as before; it had become stiff. I know she wanted to try to go back to the way things were before, but we both knew that was impossible. I know it's already quite an achievement for my mother to be in this state; it's all thanks to her being an educated woman. An ordinary woman might have really committed suicide.

That night, I lay in bed replaying the afternoon's events in my mind. That bitch was really something—a round, pretty face, fair skin, and a great figure. Thinking about it, the scene of our intercourse that afternoon floated back into my mind. But slowly, the object of my affection shifted to my mother.

I still prefer my mother to younger women; mature women evoke more feelings in me. I longed to make love with my mother again, but it was just a thought. I didn't dare expect my mother to be like that bitch, engaging in different positions and moaning so wantonly.

On August 1st, I received my acceptance letter from Harbin Engineering University. My mother and I were both very happy that day. I called my father to share the news, even though I didn't particularly like him, he was still my father. My mother also told relatives and friends, and informed my sister in Shanghai. My mother talked to me a lot that day and seemed very happy; she seemed to have forgotten about me raping her. This made me feel good.

The next day was Sunday, and someone knocked on the door in the morning. It turned out to be Dad. He was there to discuss with Mom about throwing a banquet to celebrate my admission to a top university. Perhaps because of the divorce, Dad's attitude towards Mom had changed, unlike before. Mom, on the other hand, seemed very awkward in our presence for some reason. I suspect it was partly my fault.

They finally decided on August 5th at the Rongfu Hotel for 10 tables. Dad said he would take care of everything, only Mom needed to inform her relatives and friends.

Because of her joy, Mom had been talking to me a lot these past few days and was closer to me than before. Plus, it was Saturday and Sunday, so she had more time off, and we spent more time together. This rekindled my interest in Mom's body. Her mature body exuded endless allure, and my desire began to swell. On the evening of the 4th, my desire reached its peak during dinner; I felt myself losing control. I kept stealing glances at Mom.

Because she was off work, Mom wasn't wearing makeup, and I could clearly see her natural face. Her dark eyes had pale blue sclera, and although there were two thin lines at the corners of her eyes, she still looked beautiful. Her fair skin made her round lips appear even more rosy and glossy. She had a straight nose, and her oval face, though showing some cheekbone, paired with long, curly hair, gave her a very feminine look.

My mother's mature beauty completely captivated me once again. I tried to suppress my rising desire with morality and reason.

After dinner, my mother, tired from a long day, said she wanted to go back to her room to rest, leaving me alone in the living room to watch TV. I couldn't concentrate; my mind was in turmoil.

Half an hour later, Dad came to pick us up from the telephone exchange and asked me to tell Mom. I went to Mom's room and gently knocked on the door. I heard Mom say, "Come in." Mom wasn't asleep; she was just lying on the bed. My eyes were immediately drawn to Mom's beautiful figure.

Mom saw me and asked what was wrong. I went over and sat on the edge of the bed, telling her Dad's phone number. I sat up and said I understood. A fragrant aroma wafted over, and I greedily inhaled it. Mom asked if there was anything else. I stood up and said no. Just as I got up, I noticed my penis was erect. Mom saw it too, and her face flushed instantly.

Seeing this, I thought, "Well, it's like this anyway, might as well go all out." I grabbed Mom's hand and placed it on my penis.

Mom let out a soft "Ah!" and trembled. She tried to stand up and grab my hand holding hers with her other hand. I couldn't control myself and pounced on her, holding her tightly to prevent her from escaping.

"Mom, I can't take it anymore," Mom said, a little panicked. "Mingming, let go! Didn't we agree?"

Mom pleaded.

"I don't care, I can't take it anymore. I want you, and you don't want me to go out and find bad women, right?" Hearing this, she trembled again. "Let go, listen to what Mom says." I wasn't about to let go; I desperately tried to push her down into my arms.

Mom braced herself on the bed, locked in a stalemate with me.

Seeing that I wouldn't let go, she panted and compromised, "Mingming, if you let go, Mom will help you get it done with her hand."

Hearing this, I thought it was a good idea, so I got up, pulled down my shorts, revealing my 5-centimeter-long, hard penis. Mom saw this

and tried to get up to escape, but I grabbed her from behind and tore her clothes. "You're lying." Seeing that she couldn't escape, Mom quickly said, "Mom won't lie to you, Mom will help you with her hand." I lifted her onto the bed and grabbed her arm. Mom looked at my hard penis and slowly placed her hand on it. Her hand trembled from the moment it touched my penis.

"Move it." Mom was startled and began to move slowly. Mom's hand was so beautiful; looking at her slender fingers touching my thick penis, I felt an indescribable pleasure. But she was moving too slowly, I couldn't satisfy her, so I grabbed her hand and started moving quickly.

Mom turned her head away, not daring to look. Gradually, I became unsatisfied, and I used my hand to pull her head back, saying in a commanding tone, "If you can't come out, suck it with your mouth." Mom stared at me, stunned; she hadn't expected me to make such a request. Her maternal dignity made it unacceptable.

"That's too much." She tried to stand up, but I pressed her down, saying, "Or use your body."

She looked up at my face. I think my face must have looked very serious at that moment. Finally, Mom gave in, lowering her head towards my penis. I unceremoniously shoved my penis

into her mouth. "Ah!" I cried out, it felt so good! The thought of Mom giving me oral sex made me incredibly excited; at that moment, all guilt and reason were thrown to the back of my mind. I lifted her head and started moving.

Mom made "woo...woo...woo..." sounds. But after a few moments, Mom spat out my penis and started coughing. The thrill of conquest made me wild. I pushed Mom down and started tearing her clothes. My mother kept shouting "No!" and "Stop!" which only fueled my rage. I transformed into a wild beast, wrestling with her.

At nine years old, I was incredibly strong; how could my mother possibly be a match for me? Finally, I tore her shirt and pushed aside her bra. I plunged in, frantically sucking and kneading her snow-white breasts. I then started tearing at her skirt. My mother put up a final resistance, but it was utterly futile against my overwhelming power. Soon, I had stripped her naked from the waist down.

My mother gradually lost her strength, but still tightly clamped her legs together. I forcefully pried them open, exposing her vulva to me once more. Seeing my mother's vulva up close for the first time in broad daylight was so beautiful to me. I touched it; it was already very wet, proving that my mother was responding. I was delighted.

"You're already this wet, and you're still pretending," I said mockingly. Hearing this, my mother began to struggle again. I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I lifted my penis and thrust it in forcefully, all the way to the hilt. Mom

let out a loud "Ah!" and collapsed, giving up all resistance. A warm, pleasurable sensation spread. I began thrusting.

Thanks to the prostitute who gave me experience, I thrust with ease. Slowly, Mom's vagina became wet, making "sizzling" sounds. Mom bit her lip, watching helplessly as I ravaged her body. As time passed, Mom's vaginal fluid increased, and I could feel it flowing out.

Mom seemed unable to hold back any longer; she began to moan, "Mmm...mmm..." The sounds gradually grew stronger and eventually turned into cries, "Ahhh..." Tears streamed down her face. After about five or six minutes of thrusting, Mom's body began to spasm and she shook her head incessantly. Suddenly, her vaginal fluid increased, and a wave of heat washed over my penis.

I knew Mom had orgasmed, and I increased my speed. A few seconds later, Mom's body went from spasms to slow convulsions, and her entire body went limp. I knew her orgasm had passed. But I still didn't feel like ejaculating. I turned the now limp Mom over, making her crawl on the floor.

At this point, Mom had no strength left and let me do as I pleased. After assuming the position, I penetrated her from behind. Mom lay helplessly on the floor; this position was very lewd, and the thought of having sex with my mother from behind excited me to the point of frenzy, thrusting violently. Under my powerful impact, Mom's breathing became heavier again, and she started moaning and groaning.

I imitated what I saw in porn movies, slapping her buttocks hard with my hand. Each slap made her cry out. Mom lay there helplessly, letting me thrust wildly, her vaginal fluids constantly flowing from her vagina, wetting the carpet. After another 10 minutes or so, Mom started convulsing again, her buttocks collapsing to the floor.

I knew Mom had orgasmed; it seemed she hadn't done this in a long time, so the orgasm came quickly.

I guessed that besides that brief time I had last time, Mom hadn't had sex for at least a year and a half. Since I started high school, Mom had ignored Dad, and given her personality, she wouldn't agree to Dad's requests. Besides, Dad rarely stayed home overnight. Moreover, they had been divorced for a year.

I laid my mother flat and inserted myself back into her body. She gritted her teeth, trying to remain silent, but she couldn't bear my thrusting. My enormous penis, soaking deep inside her vagina, stretched her opening to its limit, gripping me tightly.

She moaned involuntarily; though she tried to control her voice, it was still clear and only fueled my desire to fuck her. Slowly, I felt myself about to ejaculate, so I increased my speed. My mother cried out again under my rapid thrusts.

I held her waist and thrust all the way in, each thrust reaching her cervix. Just as I was about to ejaculate, my mother began to convulse and let out a loud "Ah!"

I felt a warm gush of vaginal fluid spray onto my penis again. Stimulated by this, I also ejaculated, thick semen spraying into my mother's uterus. After the last drop of semen flowed out, I pulled out my penis. My mother curled up on the ground, and I saw white semen slowly flowing from her vagina.

My mother lay there, convulsing rhythmically.

Looking at her genitals, a mess of vaginal fluid and semen, my penis actually became erect again. I picked up my mother and placed her on the bed, spreading her legs to begin our second round. My mother noticed and weakly pushed me away, her eyes glistening with tears as she pleaded, "Please let me go."

Seeing my usually dignified mother in this state, I felt no pity but rather became even more excited. I lifted her legs and thrust my penis into her again, saying as I did so, "I'll fuck your cunt to death, I'll fuck you to death."

My mother, with tears in her eyes, begged me, "No, please let me go, I can't take it anymore."

I offered her my terms: "Just say 'fuck me.'" She shook her head, refusing to say "No." I sped up. She shook her head desperately. "Mmm! Ah!" she uttered repeatedly. About ten minutes later, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

She begged me again, "Let me go, I'm dying!" "

Then say 'fuck me,' son, use your cock to fuck my cunt hard!" She still shook her head, refusing to speak. I used even more force, commanding, "Say it, say it!" Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my cunt hard!" Excited, I thrust dozens of times and ejaculated inside her again. I felt a surge of pleasure and collapsed onto her, my mother sobbing beneath me.

Feeling somewhat better, I got off her and lay down beside her, gently embracing her. My heart was heavy with sorrow, for myself and for my mother. After an orgasm, one naturally feels empty and adrift; the pain and complexity of being raped by one's own mother is unimaginable. As

I regained my senses, guilt, confusion, and self-loathing overwhelmed me. I felt I had let my mother down, and a pang of pity and love stirred within me. I quietly held her, resting my head on her back. My mother, her back to me, curled up, sobbing and trembling intermittently.

We lay there quietly for about ten minutes, and as I became intimately close to my mother, I slowly regained an erection. I felt my libido was too strong, but it wasn't intentional; my body reacted involuntarily. Though I was still consumed by guilt, my desire was beyond my control.

Unconsciously, I touched my mother's breasts and rubbed my penis against her skin. My mother, having regained her strength, yanked my arm off her, jumped off the bed, grabbed a blanket to cover her front, and ran out into the bathroom. Lying in bed, I was in agony, but my body was aroused. After a long time, I suddenly remembered something: Could Mom have committed suicide?

I quickly put on a pair of shorts and rushed to the bathroom, hearing the sound of water. The lock on our bathroom door had been broken for a long time, but since it was just my mom and me at home, we hadn't changed it.

I flung open the door and saw my mom sitting under the shower, crying. She grabbed a towel from the floor and wrapped it around herself, looking at me with fear and saying, "What are you doing?"

"I just came to see you," I replied. My mother and her terrified expression were a strange sight. The wet towel clung to her body, outlining her sexy curves. Noticing the bathroom mirror, a wicked thought arose again.

"What would it feel like to make love while looking in the mirror?" Thinking about it, my penis got hard again. My mom noticed my change and moved to the corner. Looking back now, I was really perverted. I don't know why I was so perverted. Seeing my mom's expression and movements was like a scene from a rape movie—so stimulating.

If I'm going to die, I'll die quickly and have a good time. I didn't want to think about anything anymore. With that thought, I took off my shorts. Seeing this, Mom stood up and tried to run away.

I grabbed her as she rushed towards me, ripped off her towel, and pushed

her against the mirror. Mom struggled to turn around and pleaded with me, "Son, please let me go!" "Please! You can't do this to me! I'm your mother!" I didn't answer. I pulled her up and sat her on the bathroom sink, spreading her legs and reaching out to touch her genitals, sucking on her breasts. Mom knew she was no match for me and didn't struggle as much as before.

She just kept pleading, "Let me go, please let me go! Please, I'm your mother, your own mother! How could you do this to me? This is outrageous! Waaah..." I'd never really touched Mom's genitals properly before; this time I wanted to really feel them. I'd said before that Mom's vulva was thick and full, soft and fleshy to the touch, with a substantial feel, like touching cotton.

I carefully stroked every part. Suddenly, I wanted to eat Mom's vulva and I craved it. But I was afraid she would escape, so I lifted her legs up so she had no foothold and could only hold onto the sides of the sink with her hands.

She thought I was going to penetrate her and looked at me with pleading eyes, saying, "No."

But she didn't expect me to bury my head in her lower body and start licking. When my mouth touched her vulva, she cried out "Ah!" and leaned against the mirror behind her, pressing my head down with both hands and trying to push me away. I thrust forward and licked her labia. The taste was salty and astringent, like my mother's, making me feel warm. It was

also the first time my mother had her genitals licked, which I later learned, so her reaction was very strong, and her vaginal fluid kept flowing out. Although it was a bit pungent, it was very stimulating. My mother's hands slowly lost strength, and she let me eat her lower body. I licked her clitoris, labia, and vagina with my tongue, and occasionally bit her thick labia. Mom was already exhausted from what I was doing, shaking her head repeatedly, "No, no!"

Slowly, I felt I couldn't take it anymore. I got up, grabbed my penis, rubbed it against her vaginal opening a couple of times, and then thrust it into her. Mom let out a loud "Ah!", opened her eyes, and placed her hands on my chest, "No, please don't..."

Her eyes were filled with a pitiful plea, utterly captivating. The most beautiful look a woman can have is the look

she has when you're having sex with her. Mom was already very wet, so thrusting was easy, making a squelching sound. "Mom, listen, you're so wet!" I said, looking in the mirror, excited to see myself moving back and forth. Mom's position was so lewd and stimulating.

"Mom, do you want to see how lewd you are?"

"No, please let me go." I lifted Mom down and made her climb onto the sink, then penetrated her from behind. That way, Mom could see me fucking her from behind in the mirror.

"Mom, look, I'm fucking you right now. Look how lewd your position is." Mom wouldn't look, so I grabbed her hair so her face was facing the mirror. But she kept her eyes closed and refused to look.

"You won't look, huh? Then I'll fuck you to death, fuck your cunt to death." I started fucking her faster.

My huge cock went all the way in with every thrust. You know, I have a cock that's over 5 centimeters long and quite thick. What makes me even more proud is that my glans is huge, like a big lump. And I feel that when it's soaked in my vagina, it's at least 2 centimeters bigger than when it's erect outside. I don't know if others have noticed that a penis that's not soaked in a vagina is much bigger than one that isn't.

I believe my size is relatively large among Chinese people because I've seen my classmates' and compared it to those in porn. Those who boast about having a 20-centimeter cock are just talking nonsense. Very few Asians have that big. Do you know how long 20 centimeters is? Just take a ruler and you'll know. Even Europeans don't often have that long cock.

My mother would moan after each thrust, which gave me a great sense of accomplishment. The scene looked incredibly lewd and stimulating in the mirror. I don't know when, but I saw my mother open her eyes and look at herself in the mirror. I deliberately didn't let her see me, and waited until she looked for a while before asking her, "Is it pretty? Don't you look lewd and horny?"

Hearing me say that, my mother quickly closed her eyes and cried out again. Actually, I knew she wanted to see but was too scared to. I fucked her from behind for over 10 minutes. Then I took her to the toilet and made her sit on it. "Sit on me,"

I commanded her. She wouldn't sit on me, so I grabbed her waist and forcefully pulled her down, then grabbed her hand and put it in my penis, saying, "Put it in your cunt yourself."

My mother looked at me as if she didn't recognize me; her expression was one of fear and sorrow. Damn it, I couldn't bear to watch anymore. I pushed her onto the toilet and thrust into her. "Fuck you, fuck you to death," I muttered, pumping rapidly. After a while, my mother seemed to have another orgasm, shuddering a few times. I continued for a few more minutes, then ejaculated inside her. My mother slid to the floor, sobbing, looking pitiful. I grabbed the showerhead, cleaned her up, wrapped her in a towel, and carried

her back to the bedroom. I hugged my mother and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I couldn't control myself when I saw you; your body was too tempting. I love you, Mom, please forgive me." My mother lay there, ignoring my apology, muttering softly, "You beast..."

I checked the time; it was already past 8 PM. I didn't go back to my own room but stayed on my mother's bed, afraid she might do something rash. My mother remained with her back to me, wrapped in a towel. We lay there like that, drifting in and out of sleep throughout the night. Mom remained in that position, and I didn't answer anything, so I didn't know if she was asleep.

Around 7:00 AM, I got up and found some clean clothes for her in the closet to help her dress. Mom snatched the clothes away angrily, dressed herself, and then lay back down. Seeing me, she could only sit by the bed smoking one cigarette after another.

Around 7:40 AM, someone rang the doorbell. I knew it was Dad. I whispered to Mom that it might be him. Mom's expression was complicated; she looked a little flustered.

I went to open the door, feeling a bit scared. What if Mom told Dad? If that happened, I'd be dead. What would happen if others found out? I didn't dare think about it.

Dad came in and asked where Mom was. I pointed to the bedroom, and Dad went in. I hesitated, unsure whether to follow, but finally I did. Mom was already lying down facing the door. Dad asked if Mom was ready. I was so afraid Mom would tell Dad; my heart was pounding. But Mom only said she wasn't feeling well and told us to come, she wouldn't go. I felt a little relieved.

Dad disagreed, saying she couldn't not go. After Dad's repeated persuasion, Mom finally sat up, saying, "You all go out first, I'll get ready." At this moment, Dad noticed Mom's red eyes and asked why. My heart jumped into my throat again. Mom said somewhat flusteredly, "Nothing, just a bit of a cold and didn't sleep well."

Dad didn't seem suspicious and asked if Mom had taken medicine. I quickly answered for Mom that she had. Dad told Mom to hurry up and then went out. I stood at the door, feeling how great Mom was, and whispered to her, "Mom, thank you."

But Mom coldly told me to leave.

Dad and I waited in the living room for about half an hour. He chatted with me, and I realized that Dad wasn't so bad when he wasn't drinking. I felt a little sorry for him, and even more sorry for Mom. She loved me so much, yet I did such a beastly thing.

Mom came out↓ She seemed to have put on a lot of powder and eyeshadow; her eyes looked much better. Dad complained that Mom was slow and said to go downstairs and start the car so we could hurry. Mom ignored me, put on her shoes, and went out. I followed behind her. ∴ I won't go into details here. We

arrived at the hotel at 9:30, and the guests hadn't arrived yet. Only a few of my father's friends helped with the preparations. Among them was a woman in her thirties, about 1.5 meters tall, slightly plump than my mother, with a large bottom and bust, but quite pretty. I knew she was my father's mistress, Zhang Yuling; I'd heard of her before, but this was the first time I'd met her. She was very enthusiastic towards me, and later I even had an ambiguous relationship with her, but I won't go into details here.

My mother looked very tired, and my father, seeing her lack of energy, didn't ask her to do anything, just letting her sit.

Zhang Yuling was sent away by my father shortly after my mother arrived, as it wasn't appropriate for her to be there in this setting.

Around midnight, guests gradually arrived, and the hall began to liven up. My father, mother, and I greeted the guests at the door. When people saw me, they praised me and congratulated my parents. My father beamed because I had brought them honor, but my mother's smile was somewhat forced, though she still appeared very poised. This is what makes my mother so elegant and poised.

At noon, everyone arrived, and the banquet began. My father gave a brief thank-you speech and asked me to say a few words as well. During the banquet, my father also had me sing a song. I won't go into more detail about these things. Relatives and friends congratulated my parents, saying I was handsome, did well in school, and would definitely be successful in the future. I won't go into detail about my dad's joy. As for my mom, she smiled but didn't say anything whenever people praised me. In the past, she would have said, "Really? You flatter me," and then smiled happily.

But not today. Only my mom and I knew why. I kept observing my mom, trying to read her thoughts from her expression. But I couldn't. I only sensed that she wouldn't tell anyone, much less tell me. That put my mind at ease. At the same time, I felt once again the greatness of maternal love, and more specifically, the greatness of Chinese mothers.

During the banquet, many people toasted my mom, and she accepted them all without hesitation. I was worried that she might drink too much and lose control, so I advised her to drink less. Each time, she would give me a strange look but ignore it. My dad, on the other hand, was completely absorbed in drinking, enjoying himself immensely.

The banquet lasted from noon until after 5 pm before the guests gradually left. By this time, Dad had drunk quite a bit.

Mom hadn't drunk much either, but she seemed relatively sober. After the guests left, we had to do the cleanup work with the hotel, but since Dad and Mom were both drunk, my uncle and I had to handle it.

My uncle called Zhang Yuling over to help. That Zhang Yuling probably saw I was handsome and started flirting with me; she was obviously a slut. We dealt with all sorts of messy things until almost 7 o'clock. My uncle had Zhang take Dad home, and he took Mom and me home himself.

When that slut was leaving, she came over and flirted with me, telling me to come visit my dad often. I thought to myself, "Just wait, I'll come and fuck you often." Thinking about it, I really am a lecher. When my uncle dropped us off at home, it was already past 7:30. By then, Mom had sobered up quite a bit and could walk on her own. My uncle gave me the money he had collected and then drove away. I had a thick wad of cash in my hand, probably 30,000 or 40,000 yuan.

In mid-August in Harbin, it was already dark by 7 o'clock. Mom stood downstairs and refused to go up; I knew why. I said to my mother, "Mom, let's go upstairs. I promise I won't bother you again."

My mother swayed and said, "I don't believe you. You're a little beast." My drunken mother looked quite cute when she said that. I went to help my mother, but she shook me off.

"No, I won't go upstairs. I want to stay here." I had no choice but to help her sit down on a nearby chair.

"I want to drink," my mother shouted. I disagreed, but she wouldn't let me, so I had no choice but to buy a few cans of beer and a pack of cigarettes.

My mother sat there drinking, and I smoked next to her. When she saw me, she smiled and said, "You little rascal, when are you going to learn to smoke... I want one too." Then she snatched the cigarette from my hand and took a deep drag. As soon

as the cigarette went in her mouth, she started coughing, and while coughing, she started crying.

"Waaah..." she cried, saying, "What should I do... what should I do?" Her body started to slide to the ground. Seeing my mother like this, I felt extremely sad, my heart was breaking. I squatted down to help her up, but she pushed me and punched me.

"Waaah...waaah...you're not human...you're not human! I've loved you for nothing...you treat me like this..."

I let her fists rain down on my body and face.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I know I'm not human, I'm so sorry."

"Mom, believe me, I love you, and I promise I won't let you down..." I cried along with my mother. Luckily, it was dark, and since it was an upscale neighborhood, there weren't many people around. Occasionally someone would pass by, but no one paid any attention to us. After crying for a while, my mother got tired and sat down on the floor. I carried her upstairs, and she was surprisingly obedient, clinging to my back.

I put my mother on her bed and helped her take off her outer clothes and skirt, leaving her only in her bra and shorts. I wanted her a little, but I knew I couldn't at this moment, and I shouldn't either. I had to restrain myself from hurting the mother who loved me and whom I loved.

I covered her with a blanket; my mother's face was streaked with tears. I sat there watching her for a while, my heart aching, wanting to rest. "Mom, I'm going back now. You get some rest." I prepared to leave.

Just as I turned to leave, my mother suddenly pulled me down, quickly straddled me, and started tearing at my clothes, shouting, "Fuck me! Didn't you want to fuck me?"

"Why are you trying to escape? Today I'll let you fuck me." I was stunned. When I came to my senses, my belt had already been unbuckled by my mother, and my shorts were pulled down to my knees.

My mother grabbed my penis and rubbed it a couple of times, and it became erect. My mother lifted her buttocks, grabbed my penis, and sat down, aiming it at her vagina. At that moment, I saw glistening liquid on my mother's vulva. My mother straddled me, moving up and down. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, haven't you always wanted to fuck me? Fuck me harder! You fucking fuck me harder, didn't you want to fuck your mother's cunt? Today I'll fuck you enough..."

My mother looked a little scary. She frantically pulled my hair and moved violently on me. But I was excited to hear my mother say such dirty words for the first time, a painful kind of excitement. Not long after, my mother collapsed, "Ah! I've orgasmed," my mother mumbled.

Excited, I flipped my mother down, rubbed my swollen penis against her labia a few times, and then inserted it.

My mother, who had just orgasmed, let out a loud "Ah!"

"Fuck me, fuck me hard." I climbed on top of my mother and started thrusting. My mother gripped my back so hard it hurt, and she cried out, "Fuck...fuck me to death...fuck your mother hard with your big cock."

"Fuck...fuck me hard...let me feel you fucking me." Under the influence of alcohol, my mother was both lewd and frenzied, her cries tinged with sobs. I think my mother was experiencing painful excitement. A moment later, my mother suddenly grabbed my back and cried out "Ah!" as she climaxed again.

I felt a stinging pain; her nails were digging into my flesh. But that didn't matter anymore; I continued thrusting relentlessly.

"Mmm...ah, so good..." my mother cried out.

"Mom, I feel so good too," I responded.

"I'll fuck you...fuck your cunt raw, I'll fuck you to death..."

"Fuck me harder, harder..."

We, mother and son, made love wildly. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I shouted, "Ah, Mom, I'm going to cum."

"Cum me, cum hard, cum into me." After I ejaculated, my mother arched her body and kept moving. I lasted for a full half hour, during which my mother probably had four orgasms. When I rolled off her body, she crawled over and began to cry.

I knew she must be in a lot of pain, perhaps because of her frenzy, or perhaps because of the pent-up frustration after her orgasm.

It was a struggle and clash between soul and body. I felt the same way. I gently stroked her body, trying to comfort her, and slowly she calmed down.

"Go back, let me be alone for a while," she said. I silently grabbed my clothes, glanced at my mother still lying on the bed, and went back to my room. Lying in

bed, I still doubted whether what I had just witnessed was real. I lay there, reflecting and pondering.

I could feel that my mother, who hadn't had sex for years, had poured all her emotions into her son, and yet her son had ruthlessly taken her body, awakening the desires deep within her. Under the influence of alcohol, pain and desire had driven her to a frenzy, releasing the pain that had been suppressed for so long.

Now that she had calmed down, she must be in even more pain, right? I could feel how terrifying and taboo the concept of maternal incest is in a traditional country like China. What mother could calmly accept such a situation?

Early in the morning, I went to my mother's room. She was still fast asleep, dressed in her pajamas, the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. It seemed she had gone to bed very late. My mother's sleeping posture was beautiful. I got into bed and hugged her from behind. She stirred slightly but didn't turn over. "Mom, are you awake?" After a while, she hummed in response.

"Did you sleep well?" I continued.

"Not bad." I gently moved her to face me.

She slowly turned, her large eyes looking at me calmly. It seemed she had accepted the situation. Her lips were very red and beautiful. I pressed my lips to hers. She moved back slightly but didn't pull away.

When my lips met hers, I felt a soft, warm sensation. I gently bit my mother's lips and tried to slip my tongue inside. She kept her mouth closed, resisting slightly. But I didn't give up; I knew I couldn't be as gentle as before. I kept kissing her and softly calling her name. With my efforts, she finally opened her mouth a crack, and I quickly slipped my tongue inside.

At first, she resisted touching my tongue with hers, but after my persistent kiss, she finally gave in, letting my tongue swirl around in her mouth. Her breathing became heavier. My hands slowly caressed her breasts. Gradually, our tongues intertwined, and we began a passionate kiss. I reached down to her lower body, and she grabbed it.

We looked at each other, and after a few seconds, she released her hand. My hand slid down her body. I touched her pubic hair and continued downwards…

Under my caresses, her genitals became wet, and I inserted my middle finger into her vagina and began to tease her.

My mother began to moan. I felt I wanted her, so I pulled down her pajama bottoms.

Mom immediately grabbed my hand, her voice pleading, "Mom's a little tired, tonight... tonight Mom will cook for you, okay?" I knew I couldn't force her now. So I let go of her hand, nodded, and said, "Mom, you sleep a little longer, I'll make breakfast, I'll wake you up later." Mom looked at me with a little surprise, knowing I never offered to cook. Mom smiled slightly, indicating her agreement.

I made four fried eggs and heated two cups of milk, bringing them into Mom's bedroom. After breakfast, Mom said she had to go to work, but I said she was too tired and should rest at home. Mom disagreed, but I didn't force her. I knew Mom didn't know how to get along with me yet, and it would take time.

I was so bored at home alone. In my spare time, I thought about how to improve our relationship. In the afternoon, I cooked dinner and prepared red wine for Mom to come home.

Mom came home around 10 PM. I eagerly helped her get her slippers and offered to take them off for her. Mom was a little awkward but eventually agreed. After she took off her slippers, I told Mom to change her clothes and have dinner, which surprised her.

During dinner, Mom asked me why I was acting strangely today. I told her that Mom had worked hard all day and needed to rest more, and that I would cook dinner when I was home from now on. Mom was a little touched. Her anger began to soften.

"Mom, I love you so much," I said. Mom looked at me calmly and said, "Forget it, stop trying to please me. You're just using me as a sex object. You men are all the same." As she spoke, Mom's eyes reddened.

I knew it wasn't a good idea, so I quickly said, "Really, Mom, I love you so much. You're so beautiful and amazing. You're the most beautiful mom in the world." Mom seemed pleased; women love to be praised, it's a woman's vanity.

"Beautiful? You're over 40, you're old," Mom said with a laugh.

"No way! Mom isn't old at all, and she's very beautiful, a mature beauty, like a ripe apple."

"You want to eat an apple, don't you?" Mom chuckled. Thanks to my efforts, dinner finally went smoothly. After dinner, Mom wanted to wash the dishes, but I pushed her onto the sofa and said, "I'll wash them, you relax and watch TV." Mom

seemed very happy.

After washing the dishes, I came out. I saw Mom engrossed in watching TV. I sat down next to her; she smelled wonderful. She looked at me and asked if I was done washing. I said yes. Then I looked at her, and Mom seemed a little uncomfortable when I stared at her, saying, "Don't look at Mom like that."

I said, "Mom, you're so beautiful."

"Don't talk nonsense," Mom said, embarrassed. I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, I want you."

Her face flushed red, like a little girl's.

She looked at me, and I looked back at her. I reached out to hug her, but she gently pushed me away, saying, "Mom's going to take a shower first." Then she stood up. She went back to her room and got a white bathrobe, one she rarely wore; I'd seen it before, and it was very beautiful.

A few minutes later, she came out in the bathrobe, looking absolutely gorgeous, like a lotus emerging from the water. "Mom, you're so beautiful," I flattered her, gazing at her intently.

Seeing me staring at her like that, she said shyly, "You should go take a shower too." I replied, "Yes," and rushed inside. I ran out quickly, wearing only shorts, and ran into her bedroom.

She was sitting on the bed, a little embarrassed by my sudden appearance, and asked why I was so fast. Seeing her shy expression, I rushed over and hugged her. I leaned back to kiss her, and she asked, "Son, do we really want to do this?" I nodded and kissed her.

I kissed her passionately, but she still resisted a little. But she quickly responded to my advances and began to reciprocate. I took off her robe and bra, laid her on the bed, and touched and kissed every inch of her skin.

My mother moaned beneath me.

When I went to take off her shorts, she hesitated again, clutching the edge of her shorts and saying, "Son, can we not do this?"

"Mom, I love you, please give it to me." My mother looked at me and slowly let go. I pulled down her shorts and buried my face in her genitals. My mother's vulva was closed, her labia minora tightly covering her vulva. I reached out and parted them, revealing the pink internal structure.

My mother reacted strongly, trembling slightly. I started to tease my mother's genitals with my hands, and soon it became wet. I pulled down my own shorts and lifted my mother up. I pulled my mother's hand to touch my penis, and my mother looked at it intently. "Is it big?" I asked my mother.

"Yes," my mother replied. "

Is it bigger than Dad's?" I pressed, and my mother nodded a little shyly. Later, my mother told me that my penis was thicker and longer than Dad's, which made her very satisfied.

"Mommy, can you give me a blowjob?" I asked.

Mommy's face turned red instantly. "Mommy doesn't know how."

"It's okay, I'll teach you. Just like when you eat ice cream." Mommy glared at me and slapped my penis. "Please, Mommy." Seeing my insistence, Mommy reluctantly took my penis in her mouth. Mommy really didn't know how to give blowjobs; her movements were clumsy.

I had to show her how. Mommy asked me where I learned it and if I had done it with girls before. How could I dare say I'd done it with a prostitute? I said I learned it from porn and that I'd watch it with her sometime.

Mommy slapped me and said, "Mommy isn't that kind of bad woman." I quickly said, "Mommy can't be that kind of woman, but good women watch porn too." Mommy said, "I just can't do anything with you."

"Mommy, can I give you a blowjob?" I tried to please her. Mommy blushed and said, "No, it's dirty there." "It

's not dirty. How could Mommy's be dirty? I like Mommy's taste." Saying that, I buried my head and started licking. Mommy held my head and moaned softly.

When it was almost time, I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to fuck you." My mother told me not to use foul language.

I said, "You said that yesterday too," and my mother started hitting me. "Mom drank too much yesterday."

"Okay, okay, I'll say I'll fuck you then, alright?" My mother had no choice.

I laid my mother flat, spread her legs, and came to the entrance. "Mom, can you put it in yourself?" I said to my mother. My mother was shy, but she still took my penis and tried to put it into her vagina, but the glans was dry and she couldn't put it in no matter what. So she rubbed my penis against her vagina and looked up. These actions excited me. Soon the glans was covered with my mother's vaginal fluid, and my mother slowly inserted my big penis into her vagina.

"Ah... um..." my mother moaned at the same time. I leaned down to kiss my mother and slowly started moving.

"Um... faster... ah..." Hearing my mother's request, I sped up.

"Mom, does it feel good when I fuck you?"

"It feels good, Mom feels so good." As we had intercourse, my mother relaxed a lot.

She started moaning loudly, "Mmm... Ah... Ah... Ah..." I became unsatisfied.

"Mom, what am I doing?"

Mom didn't answer me. "Mom, tell me, what am I doing?" Mom hesitated for a moment and said, "You're fucking me, you're fucking Mom." Hearing this excited me even more. This was something Mom said while she was sober, which brought me a strange stimulation.

"Yes, I'm fucking you, fucking my own mother."

"Stop talking, Mom can't take it anymore, Mom's going to come." I thrust even harder.

Mom cried out, "Mom's having an orgasm, ah..." Mom collapsed, and I stopped to kiss her. After a while, I said to Mom, "Mom, can you come on top?" Mom looked at me, "No."

"Mom!" Mom hesitated for a moment and sat up. I lay down, and Mom straddled me, grasped my penis, rubbed it between her legs a few times, and sat down. "Ah... Ah..." Mom moaned.

That night, my mother and I made love four times, using different positions: sitting, side-lying, rear-entry, and on top. Some positions were unfamiliar to her, and it was my first time trying them out, so we slowly figured it out. When I wanted to do it for the fifth time, my mother stopped me, telling me to protect my body and not tire myself out, which I agreed to.

Afterwards, we sat and chatted, talking about many things. We exchanged ideas and realized that incest is a mixture of pain and excitement. It can be more stimulating during the act, but the process is accompanied by pain, and the act itself can cause even more suffering. It's a double impact on both the mind and body, and I felt the same way. From our conversation, I also learned that my mother hadn't had sex for three and a half years. She used to dislike having sex with my father, so he called her "sexually frigid." Actually, she wasn't sexually frigid; she just didn't feel anything for my father. Their marriage was arranged by my father through deception, and after the marriage, my mother discovered that my father had lied to her about many things.

At first, my father treated her well, so she didn't hold it against him. Later, when my father started drinking heavily, he became nicer to her. My mother said that she sometimes had needs, but she always held back, placing all her hopes on my sister and me, especially me.

I know my mom loves me very much, and she indulges me in everything as long as it's not too excessive. I also know that my mom has many orgasms during sex, but she feels uncomfortable and embarrassed because she's a mother, and she's ashamed to show her lewd side in front of her beloved son.

My mom told me that after the day I raped her, she thought about reporting it to the police and even thought about suicide, but she couldn't bear to leave me and didn't have the courage. In the end, she chose to endure it, but she didn't expect me to escalate. She couldn't send her son to prison, and she didn't dare face the gossip. She didn't have the courage to die, and she couldn't let go of me.

In the end, after thinking for a long time, she could only accept me and accept the facts. But she warned me not to go around talking nonsense and said to try to have sex with me as little as possible.

For the next week or so, we had sex once or twice a day.

On August 28th, my mom took me to learn how to use a shackle. My mom insisted that I stay at the shackle so that I could focus on my studies and that we could better handle this kind of relationship. My mom was very thoughtful, and I didn't have much to say. Because the school is far from home, and I know that studying is important, I can only go back on Saturdays and Sundays.

So my mom and I can only have sex on these two days. My mom said this was good because it made her feel less pressured, and I felt the same way, so I didn't neglect my studies or become lazy.

Here's something else I want to mention. It was the day after my military training ended, and I suddenly missed my mom (because there were no holidays during military training). So I went to her workplace to find her. It was 5:30 pm, and although it was after work, some people were still working overtime. My mom hadn't left because I called her to tell her I was coming to pick her up. She still had work to finish and asked me to wait.

I thought she looked beautiful working diligently; a focused woman has a special charm, and I really wanted her. But there were two other women in the office, including their supervisor. Around 1:30 pm, my mom finished and told me to go to the restroom first, then she would take me to get something good to eat.

I sat for two minutes, and when she didn't come back, I went out and saw a sign for the restroom. I went to the women's restroom. The women's restroom on the floor of the building where my mom worked was located in a rather secluded spot next to the stairs. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, then went in. My mom was washing her hands and was startled when she saw me.

I asked my mom, "Is anyone else in there?"

She said no, and I immediately went to hug her. "Mom, I want you!" she cried. My mom was terrified.

"You little devil, are you out of your mind?"

"We'll talk about it when we get home, get out now!" I felt so excited.

"No, I can't hold back anymore, I'll stay here," I said. My mom pushed me away, saying, "No, if someone comes, it'll be all over. Listen to me, let's go home... I'll do whatever you want when we get home." I didn't listen, and pushed her into a bathroom, closing the door. My mom didn't dare make a sound, just kept begging me. Finally, seeing she couldn't resist, she said, "Hurry up." Then she pulled down her underwear, lifted her skirt, and stuck her butt out, climbing against the wall.

I was incredibly excited watching that; I was completely mesmerized. Seeing I didn't move, my mom quickly said, "You little devil, hurry up!" Only then did I react, unzipped my pants, grabbed my penis, and thrust it in. My mom bit her lip, not daring to scream, just moaning softly.

I felt incredibly excited and ejaculated in four or five minutes, but I didn't go soft. My mom tried to get up, but I wouldn't let her; I wanted to have sex with her on the toilet. My mother was extremely distressed.

"My little devil, you're really asking for trouble! If someone finds out, we're finished."

"How are we supposed to live?!" My mother was almost in tears. I said, "I don't care if we do it again, or I won't let you leave." Seeing that it was really impossible, my mother pushed me onto the toilet and sat down, lifting her skirt. I saw her biting her lip and moving up and down, and I found it funny, so I laughed.

My mother saw this and glared at me: "You're still laughing? Just wait until we get back, I'll teach you a lesson."

I got angry: "Just wait until I teach you a lesson." I suddenly grabbed her and stood up, so my mother was in the air, but her buttocks were still tightly on my penis. My mother almost fell backward, her body already over the partition. She quickly grabbed the top edge of the partition and cried out, "My little devil, put me down!" I didn't listen and started thrusting while still standing. My mother was moving up and down on top of me, extremely nervous. Later, I was afraid someone would come, so I put her down and thrust into her from behind. This time I didn't come for a long time, but my mother had an orgasm.

After her climax, she begged me, "No, it's going to take too long, people will get suspicious. Mom begs you to go back, Mom will make it up to you when we get back."

I hadn't come yet after a while, and I was a bit tired, so I agreed. Mom took out some paper and started cleaning her genitals. Watching her, she kept glaring at me.

"Hurry up and wipe yourself," Mom said to me.

"You wipe yourself."

"What sins did I commit in my past life to give birth to such a little devil like you?" she said, and started wiping myself. After she finished, Mom put on her underwear and went out. She tidied herself up in front of the mirror and turned back to see me still standing behind her. She said, "Aren't you going to leave? This is the women's restroom."

Back in the office, only the child was left. I knew her surname was Wang; she had been to my house before. "Sister Liu, why are you only coming back now? The director has already left."

"Ah, Xiaoming insisted on seeing our building, so I showed him around. Why aren't you leaving yet?" Mom said evasively.

"Oh, I still have some materials to finish. I'll leave as soon as I finish them." "

Oh, then you go ahead and do your work. We'll go now." Mom finished packing and told me to leave before she went out herself. I was so excited, remembering the thrill I'd just experienced. I went up to the girl and said, "Sister Wang, you're so pretty. I'll ask you out to dinner sometime."

She laughed, "I'm afraid your mom will kill you."

"No, my mom doesn't object to me having a girlfriend."

"You little rascal, so cheeky." She giggled. As I walked out, I said, "Wait for my call."

"Get lost," she giggled.

After we went out, my mom started nagging me. We went to a restaurant, and while we ate, she kept complaining.

"Wasn't it exciting?" I asked casually.

My mom didn't expect me to say that, and she suddenly laughed. "All you ever think about is excitement. Don't you ever think about what will happen if someone finds out?"

I whispered in her ear, "Didn't you have an orgasm too?" My mom tapped my head with her chopsticks. Later, I even had sex with my mom in her office, which was also very exciting, but I won't go into details. In my second year of college, I got a girlfriend, who later became my wife, but I still maintained a relationship with my mom. However, as my mom got older, her needs decreased, and as time went by, I lost interest in this kind of relationship, so it happened less often.

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