[Wuxia] The King of Romance (Complete) - 18

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Side Story: Mother's Love

(Part 1)

When I was in junior high school, due to historical reasons, the four of us had to squeeze into a small house of less than 40 square meters. My father slept in a small bed, while my mother, brother, and I shared a large bed. My uncle had recently returned from military service and was working as a low-level official in the city's procuratorate.

My elementary school grades weren't bad, but due to illness, I couldn't attend junior high and ended up in a third-rate school. At the beginning of junior high, influenced by the school environment, I spent all my time playing and reading martial arts novels during class.

The first year passed, and my grades couldn't keep up, forcing me to repeat a year. In the second year, although I still sometimes read martial arts novels, I paid much more attention in class, only reading one or two in my spare time. My grades were worlds apart from the previous year.

My father was a truck driver, only home for a week at most each month. My mother managed everything at home, but she worked as a waitress in a collective restaurant in the county. After work, she still had to do housework, leaving her with virtually no free time. She would fall asleep as soon as she got into bed.

Despite their busy schedules, they were overjoyed by my transformation. Right after the first semester ended that year, I joined the Youth League and became the subject representative for both chemistry and physics—a position only achievable by top students. That was the rule at my middle school; I don't know about other schools.

My mother was constantly smiling with happiness. I got whatever I wanted, and although our family wasn't wealthy, she tried her best to satisfy me.

One Sunday, as usual, I went to the bookstore to see if there were any new martial arts novels. I planned to borrow one or two to pass the boring Sunday.

But back then, not many people used the internet to write novels; it was always the same few authors. Finding a new book was difficult. The owner said they didn't have any, so I planned to find one or two good old books to "review," but after looking around, I couldn't find anything I liked. In the end, I could only find those books that I had previously categorized as "trash" or "not good."

As I flipped through the pages, a passage suddenly caught my eye—it was what you'd call a erotic martial arts novel, though back then the descriptions weren't as detailed, but it was still captivating enough, since I'd never read anything like it before.

I blushed as I read a section and decided to borrow it.

That day, I flipped through the book several times, focusing only on the sex scenes, and even masturbated afterward. That night, after turning off the lights and going to sleep, I looked at my mother's breasts as she slept soundly beside me. The scenes described in the book kept replaying in my mind, and for the first time, I felt that women were incredibly attractive.

The next day at school, my eyes kept wandering to my female classmates; I couldn't concentrate on the lessons.

From then on, I frequently went to rental bookstores to find novels like this and masturbated often. Before long, my grades plummeted like a falling elevator. My teacher talked to me several times, but it had no effect. Finally, she visited my home. My mother was furious and asked me why, but could I tell her?

One summer evening, after my mother and brother fell asleep, I started masturbating again, fantasizing about scenes from a book. But I'd probably fantasized too many times; the stimulation wasn't enough. Half an hour passed, and I still couldn't ejaculate. I didn't know what to do, and I tossed and turned anxiously.

Let me elaborate: our room is 40 square meters. My father, mother, brother, and I share a bedroom with two beds, one large and one small. My father sleeps alone on the small bed, while my mother, brother, and I share the large one. My brother sleeps at one end of the bed… and my mother and I sleep at the other end.

I could hear my mother's deep breathing as she slept. Having slept with her on this side for so many years, I knew that once she fell asleep, it was difficult to wake her because she was so tired, having to work and do housework.

I decided to do what I did when I was a child: put my feet on top of my mother. The difference was, when I was a child, it was for comfort, and now it was for my little brother's comfort too. I gently shook my mother twice, but she didn't move, only letting out deep breaths.

I placed my left foot on top of my mother's right foot, my penis pressed against her left thigh. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and gently swayed and rubbed myself. It felt so much better than using my hand. In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated, feeling incredibly good. I fell asleep on top of my mother like that.

The next day, I looked at my shorts a little guiltily, afraid my mother would find out, but nothing seemed amiss. It was hot, and the fan had dried them long ago.

From then on, I stopped masturbating. I would only release my pent-up desire on top of my mother while she was asleep at night. My mother didn't know. Because I stopped masturbating, I slept very soundly after releasing my pent-up desire on my mother's legs every night, and I could concentrate better in class, so my studies improved.

My brother was training on the school basketball team and was almost as tired as my mother every day. He would fall asleep as soon as he got into bed, which was a good thing for me, haha. My mother was a little unhappy about me being on top of her every morning when I woke up, but what could I do? I was the youngest child in the family, and I was good at studying. A little coaxing and she would ignore me.

That night, I was on top of my mother again, my penis rubbing against her thighs, my hands gently caressing her breasts.

Her breasts slowly hardened, and her breathing became rapid, but she still didn't wake up. After a long while, I felt a jolt down my spine, my penis twitched violently, and I ejaculated.

But I still felt unsatisfied. I pressed myself against my mother again, but my crotch was soaking wet, incredibly uncomfortable. I got up, pulled off my shorts, threw them on the bedside table, and, naked, wanted to press myself against my mother again. But suddenly, my

mother bent her left leg. I was startled, thinking she had woken up, but she continued to breathe soundly as if in deep sleep. Looking closer, I realized my shorts had been thrown near her feet, and the wet crotch was pressed against her foot; she had bent her leg because she felt uncomfortable.

But I couldn't keep pressing down on my mother like that. I wanted to put her legs down, but I didn't dare to use too much force, afraid of waking her. I couldn't put them down, and I was sweating profusely, staring at my mother's knees, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, I looked at the back of my mother's knees and had an idea. I put my penis under my mother's knee joint, inserted it, held her calf with my left hand and her thigh with my right hand, and gently lifted her legs, then pressed them inwards slightly, squeezing my penis between them. I then gently began to thrust.

It felt so good to have my penis tightly squeezed between her legs! I thought that this was probably what sex was like, much more comfortable than pressing down on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Watching the flesh of my mother's beautiful legs turn inside out and push in and out with my thrusts was so stimulating!

After about a hundred thrusts, I couldn't help but ejaculate again. A rapid stream of milky white semen sprayed out, most of it onto the mosquito net, and a small portion onto my mother's other snow-white leg.

I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me, and I gently released my mother's legs. Perhaps because I had bent her legs for too long, she straightened them as soon as I let go. I lay on top of her without even putting on my shorts and fell asleep as usual.

The next morning, I found myself wearing shorts, not the ones from the night before. The mosquito net had been taken down, and my mother gave me a slightly strange look. My mother was always the first one up in our family every day; she would make breakfast before waking us.

I froze. "Mom must have found out!"

Of course she had. There was a large yellowish substance on the mosquito net and on my legs when I woke up, and I was lying naked on top of her.

After breakfast, my brother went to school an hour earlier than me for basketball practice.

My mother sighed and said to me, "Your brother isn't cut out for studying, so your father and I are sending him to basketball practice so he can go to a sports school. Your physique isn't as good as your brother's, so you need to focus on your studies and not think about anything else. Your task now is to study hard."

I bowed my head and responded with a soft "yes." My mother seemed to want to say something, but didn't. I quickly finished my breakfast and fled to school. I didn't dare think about anything today...

For several days, I didn't dare to sleep on top of my mother, let alone touch her legs. But after a week, I couldn't hold back any longer; a week of holding back was unbearable.

That night, I guessed my mother was asleep, and my brother was even more sound asleep. I gently touched my mother, but there was no response. I impatiently pressed myself against her and rubbed my penis against her.

This time, I dared not use her legs to penetrate her vagina like last time. After ejaculating three times, my crotch was completely soaked. After I finished, I fell asleep immediately. Now, I dared not sleep on top of my mother again. I had only

been asleep for a short while when I suddenly felt someone pulling down my pants. I groggily opened my eyes and saw it was my mother. I was immediately startled awake; my pants were now covered in semen!

I stammered, "Mom..."

Mom snorted, threw a clean pair of underwear on my bare penis, and said in a low voice, "Put it on yourself, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

After saying that, she took my wet underwear, which was stained with semen, to the bathroom. So Mom wasn't asleep...

(II)

The next morning, I secretly looked at my mother. She was the same as usual. It seemed that she wasn't angry with me. That meant that I could still...

After waiting for my brother to fall asleep, I couldn't wait to press myself against my mother again. This time, I didn't even bother to test whether she was asleep. Because I had thought about it during the day. I was the most beloved son in the family, and my studies made my mother happy. My performance at school made my mother feel proud in front of relatives and friends. Even if my mother didn't want to, she wouldn't be too angry with me.

If she was angry with me, she would have given me a good scolding for the time I sprayed on her beautiful legs. Sure enough, when I pressed myself against my mother's legs, she moved slightly, but then let me do as I pleased.

I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's thigh, nestled my head near her ear, inhaling her scent, and wrapped my left arm around her waist (I was sleeping on her left side). I began to move rhythmically.

Slowly, my hand moved up her waist, eventually reaching her breast. My mother tensed up immediately, and with a swift movement, she slapped my hand away.

I tried again, only to be slapped away again. I had no choice but to obediently hold her waist and move back and forth on her full thighs. My mother closed her eyes, remaining motionless and letting me do as I pleased.

And so, every night, my mother let me hold her, using her beautiful legs to release my pent-up desire.

(Since this is the first time I've written something this long, I forgot to describe what my mother looks like. I was 14 years old that year, and my mother was 34. My mother's face wasn't very pretty, just average, but her figure was very standard due to her frequent physical labor—large in the right places and small in the right places. Giving birth to the two of us didn't affect her figure.)

After that, my mother would get out of bed to get me a clean pair of underwear to change into, and she would soak the dirty ones to wash the next day. I had to use two pairs of underwear every day, which was really annoying.

At that time, our family wasn't very well-off, and my brother and I only had three pairs of underwear to wash and change into. Moreover, I still liked the feeling of using my mother's legs to penetrate me, but I didn't dare to ask her. After all, I knew that this was already going too far, and if I made such a request again, my mother would definitely get angry.

Finally, the opportunity came. That morning, my mother received a notice from her workplace early and had to go to work early. She cooked breakfast and left, without even washing the underwear I had changed out of the night before. It started raining at noon, and all the clothes we had washed the day before got wet. That night, my brother and I had no underwear to change into when we took a shower.

After my brother fell asleep, I tried to hug my mother again, but she wouldn't let me. She whispered, "No more tonight, you won't have any pants to change into if you get wet."

I panicked and hugged her, whispering, "Mom, but I feel uncomfortable, let me do it."

My mother firmly refused and pushed me away. I had no choice but to go to sleep, but I was used to relieving myself before sleeping every night, so how could I sleep like this? I tossed and turned, and my little brother was almost bursting through my pants.

My mother saw me like this and thought I couldn't sleep without pressing on him, so she told me to press on him as usual. But as soon as I pressed on him, she knew it wasn't like that. In the end, my mother had no choice but to let me relieve myself, but only if I took off my pants to avoid getting wet.

I was more than happy to do that. I quickly took off my pants and pressed myself naked on my mother, but she wouldn't let me do it on her thighs, saying she was afraid of getting her clothes wet. She said I could only do it on her calves. My mother even got up and adjusted her calves to fit me comfortably.

I whispered, "Mom, let me do it myself. I promise I won't get my clothes wet."

My mother thought for a moment and agreed. I excitedly sat up next to my mother, hugging her. "Mom, you're so good."

My mother chuckled and scolded softly, "You little devil! Hurry up, you have school tomorrow."

I knelt beside my mother's outstretched legs, gently stroking her smooth thighs. My little brother was already hard. My mother looked at me shyly and closed her eyes, scolding softly, "You little devil, hurry up and finish! What are you touching me for? I want to sleep."

My mother wanted to lie down and let me play by myself like before, but I stopped her. My mother looked at me in confusion. I told her to put her legs back and hug her knees. My mother did as I did. I knelt in the crook of her legs and placed my little brother against her knee joint from the side.

Because my mother hugged me very tightly, her thighs and calves were almost one. I pressed against her vulva and tried to insert it the first time but couldn't. My mother realized what I meant and loosened her grip a little to make it easier for me to enter. But I stopped her. I tried to force it in myself, but failed several times. Finally, my mother loosened her grip, letting me in and then tighten my grip again.

I held my mother's legs tightly with both hands, thrusting my hips repeatedly. The feeling was so good, tight and slippery. My mother's legs were just amazing...

After thrusting hundreds of times, my mother felt her legs go numb. I finally ejaculated, a gush of semen shooting onto the inside of my mother's thighs. I groaned softly. It felt so good. My semen flowed down my mother's thighs into her underwear. My mother let out a soft cry and quickly got out of bed to clean up the gift her son had left on her underwear for the first time.

Since then, I no longer needed to press down on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Every time, I used this method, holding my mother's thighs tightly, the feeling of my penis thrusting against my mother's knee joints was really great.

(III)

One day, one of my younger brothers brought me a book as a gift. No doubt about it, I'm the boss in the class. Even those who are tough and fierce treat me with utmost respect. They'd only be rude to me if they didn't want to pass the exam. Who says high scores are useless?

I flipped through it, and only two words came to mind: "Top-notch!" From that book, I learned about anal sex for the first time. The long-lost tension of secretly reading novels during class returned, but that book gave me one feeling: "So good."

After finishing it, I seriously considered a question: Why didn't my mother want me to have sex with her? To be honest, my mother's buttocks are really beautiful. It must feel amazing to penetrate her. I only realized now that I had never really looked at my mother closely before. Otherwise, why would I only think of my mother's buttocks as so sexy now?

After some time, I knew that as long as my studies were good, my mother would generally agree to my requests, as long as they weren't too outrageous.

After class, I told my younger brother that I would take this book home and read it slowly. I asked him if he had any other books, and if he could give me one or two more. I promised him that he would get 80 points in every subject this semester. My younger brother readily agreed. He had originally gotten this book to prepare for the exam in a month.

The next morning, he brought two more books and secretly slipped them into my hands. Because of the book he lent me yesterday, I wasn't really interested in penetrating my mother's thighs last night, and I ejaculated quickly. Family and couple dating communities have tons of decent, promiscuous women waiting to be fucked! QQ, MSN, etc., are mainly for young girls and conservative women with no other ideas; there's basically no chance there. But these communities are full of unmarried women and middle-aged women dissatisfied with reality and fantasizing about romance. No login required, no identity needed, free to come and go—it's a more ideal place.

After my mother fell asleep, I secretly reached under her and touched her buttocks. Her tight anus made me want to immediately flip her over and fuck her little anus.

The two books my younger brother brought this time were about anal sex and incest. I was very excited after reading them; it turns out I'm not the only one like this.

I know that if I get good grades on my final exams in a month, maybe my mother will agree to let me be more unrestrained, and maybe there will be an opportunity… hehe… but before that, I have to study hard.

True to my word, I gave up all opportunities to play and focused on my studies. My mother was pleased but also worried I was overworking myself, so she kept urging me to go out and play for a while. I told her I wanted to do well in my studies and get good grades at the end of the semester.

My mother thought I was working hard to get into a top high school and didn't say anything more. But she didn't realize that I was only in the first semester of my second year of junior high. Who would think about things a year and a half later at such a young age? I was working hard, that's true, but I was also working hard to open her virginity. I guessed from the sight of me secretly touching my mother's anus with my fingers that her little chrysanthemum had never been used by my father. I was so looking forward to opening her virginity.

Before I knew it, the final exams were here. Thanks to my hard work in reviewing, my results were ideal. I got first place in two subjects and was in the top 20 in the rest. My mother was overjoyed. When I took the report card home for her to sign, she hugged me tightly and asked me with a smile what prize I wanted.

Can you give me what I want? If I said I wanted to open your asshole, I'd definitely get a good beating. I was just going along with my mother's usual tone, saying I was studying hard to get into a top high school, not for prizes.

My mother even praised me for growing up and becoming sensible. She was so happy she cried, and insisted on rewarding me. Since that's the case, I'll ask for something first. I hugged my mother and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I want to do it with you now, okay?"

My mother hesitated for a moment, looked around. My brother wasn't home yet, and my father was out on a long-distance bus. Of course, no one was home. She thought for a while, then nodded and agreed.

My mother checked the door to make sure it was closed, then turned around and took off her coat first, then her pants.

I looked at my mother's buttocks sticking up as she bent over to take off her pants, my little brother throbbing, her beautiful buttocks encased in her small panties, the indentation in the middle—that was the goal I'd been working so hard on for a month.

I really wanted to pounce on her right now, pull down her panties, and thrust my cock in hard!

I suddenly had an idea. Although I couldn't actually penetrate my mother's anus, I could still taste the wonderful flesh of her buttocks. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and rushed over, grabbing my mother from behind.

Both my mother and I screamed. My mother screamed because her anus was being attacked; even though her underwear protected her, it was still enough to hurt her. I almost broke my penis because I used too much force.

My mother quickly straightened her back, covered her anus with her hand, and asked me a little angrily, "What are you doing? So rough! Couldn't you have waited a little longer?"

I knew my mother was really angry, so I quickly put on a wronged look: "I've been too stressed from studying lately, and I wanted to relax after the exams. I couldn't stand seeing you like this, so I did it."

My mother saw how hard I had worked to study lately, and since I hadn't released my energy during the exams, she forgave me. Actually, I had deliberately held back so that I could play with her more after the exams.

My mother sighed, touched her still slightly sore anus, and said, "Alright, go to bed now. I'll let you come." She turned and walked towards the bed.

"Yay!" I mentally made a victory gesture, but of course, I couldn't show any expression on my face.

I grabbed my mother's arm, "Mom, can you bend over like you did before? It looks so good."

At that time, the word "sexy" didn't exist in my dictionary.

My mother paused for a moment, "You little rascal, always coming up with naughty ideas. Fine, consider this a reward for you today. Do whatever you want."

My mother scolded me affectionately, then bent over, her buttocks sticking up high, her underwear taut, clearly showing the cleft between her legs. My penis was already sticking up high, protesting why I hadn't started yet. My

mother turned around and called to me, "Hurry up, it's tiring like this."

I quickly pressed myself against her, my penis pressed tightly against her beautiful buttocks, separated from her anus by only a layer of fabric. If it weren't for that layer of fabric, it would be so much better. I held my mother's slender waist with both hands, my penis sliding between her buttocks. I longed to penetrate her, little brother, but I'll make sure you get what you want in a couple of days.

I slid my penis forcefully between her buttocks, my hands caressing her waist. After a while, my mother, unable to bear the pain of the rush of blood to her head, tried to straighten her back. My penis was still pressed against her buttocks. Straightening her back allowed me to fully contact her beautiful buttocks, and my penis

felt amazing. My hands couldn't be neglected either; I grasped my mother's breasts. My mother tried to pull my hands away. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, let me touch them. You promised to make me happy today, consider this my reward."

My mother held my hands tightly, considered for a long time, and slowly loosened them. During this time, my penis, of course, didn't stop, constantly rubbing between her buttocks.

I gripped my mother's breasts tightly, and in a surge of excitement, I increased the speed of my penis, rubbing it quickly a few times. I hugged my mother tightly from behind, excitedly calling out, "Mom!" and ejaculated.

Because my penis was tightly clamped between my mother's buttocks and mine, this time I ejaculated rapidly, spraying semen all over my mother's back and my chest. I quickly grabbed some tissues to clean my mother and me up.

My mother thought I had enough and picked up her clothes to put them on, but I stopped her. I hugged my mother tightly from behind again and unhooked her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. My mother moved her hand slightly, but in the end, she didn't stop me. I gently massaged my mother's breasts.

After a while, my penis became erect again, and my mother felt it, of course. This time, because it was soft at first, when it became hard, it was right between my mother's legs. My mother was still separated from the sacred place where I was born by a layer of cloth, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together.

Before, my mother wouldn't allow me to touch her genitals, and now it was the same with my penis. I hugged my mother tightly and quickly started moving back and forth before she could react, but surprisingly, my mother didn't object.

I grew bolder and moved my hand down, but my mother stopped me, saying, "You can't touch there."

I knew my mother absolutely wouldn't allow it there, so I grabbed her hand and made her hold my glans. It was always a little uncomfortable without anything blocking my way.

My mother touched it and recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted. I rested my head on her shoulder and gently nibbled her ear: "Mom, hold it for me, it'll come faster that way."

My mother had no choice but to hold it with her hand and gently stroke my glans with her fingers. Ah… my mother's hands, roughened by years of work, felt so good!

I thrust rapidly between my mother's legs, enjoying the intimate contact between my glans and her hand. Soon, I ejaculated a second time. What's there to be afraid of? There's plenty of time today. A third time! This time, my mother didn't immediately get dressed, waiting to see if I wanted more. Anyway, my brother wasn't back yet; I could get dressed when he got to the door. Let's go!

This day was really great, but I still hoped the day of my first time would come soon, around the time my father came back.

My mother was a conservative and traditional woman; she didn't know that the "back garden" technique existed, and her son was already thinking about taking her virginity. My mother was a bit indecisive, and she spoiled me excessively. As long as I did well in school, she didn't care about anything else, which is why I was able to engage in almost incestuous acts with her.

(IV)

My father's day off arrived, and my mother bought groceries and cooked dinner early, then waited with us for him to come home.

Around 6 p.m., my father finally arrived home. After dinner and a shower, my father gave my brother and me 5 yuan each and told us to go out and play, and come back later.

I knew why; any normal man, if he hadn't taken care of himself outside for a month, would definitely act like my father when he got home. Just now, my father was glancing at my mother's breasts while eating, without even picking up any food, just eating.

My father had a cleanliness fetish, so it was definitely impossible for him to drive around looking for prostitutes, so my mother's anus was naturally untouched. Heh, that's a good thing for me. The longer my father held back, the better it was for my plan. Back then, I didn't know about sleeping pills. Unless it was rape, my mother would never let me use her buttocks. You see, my mother always maintained a boundary. It was fine to mess around outside, but absolutely not inside.

My brother and I played at the billiard hall on the street until 11 o'clock. I had the night program on and wasn't in the mood to play, so I gave all my money to my brother to exchange for tokens. My brother stared at the game screen for hours, and when he came back, he kept yawning, wishing he could go to sleep immediately.

That was fine too, it eliminated one potential obstacle. When we got home, my mother greeted us looking a bit haggard. It must have been because my father had been holding back for too long, but he still looked a bit unsatisfied.

We were quickly put to bed, and my mother lay down with us, but soon after the lights were turned off, I heard my father get up from the next bed and call my mother to his bed. My mother was probably afraid we would hear, and she was sleepy and tired, so she refused. But my father insisted, and my mother had no choice but to go.

I listened to my mother's suppressed moans. Thankfully, my father's small bed was made of iron; otherwise, the creaking would have made me even more uncomfortable. Thinking about how I'd be deflowered soon, my little brother was as hard as iron. I held it, turned away, not wanting my father or mother to see.

About an hour later, my mother returned to my bed, and my father fell into a deep sleep. After so much sex, of course he was tired; the rest was up to me.

My mother was exhausted too; she just lay down and wanted to sleep, but I turned and hugged her. She was startled, not expecting me to still be awake. Her face flushed; she probably knew I'd heard her moans.

I hugged my mother tightly and whispered, "Mom, I want it too."

Hearing the "too," my mother blushed even more. She coaxed me softly, "Not tonight, your dad's back. Besides, Mom's too tired. We can do it tomorrow, okay, okay?"

I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's lower abdomen. "Don't feel numb. Dad's asleep. He doesn't know. Mom, you just sleep. Let me do it myself." My

mother listened to my father's breathing and decided he was asleep. She said helplessly, "Okay, but be careful. Don't make too much noise. If your dad finds out, he'll kill you. I'm going to sleep now. You do it yourself."

My mother then lay down and closed her eyes. Ugh, what am I supposed to do now?

"Mom, I want to use your butt," I quickly whispered in my mother's ear.

My mother didn't say anything, but turned her body away from me, her buttocks sticking out towards me for my convenience. I suppressed my ecstatic excitement. My mother always waited for me to finish before going to sleep, and I hadn't had the chance in a long time, unless it was rape. Tonight, the opportunity had finally arrived.

I pulled my penis out of my pants and pressed it tightly against my mother's beautiful buttocks, gently rubbing it. I couldn't rush it; I had to wait until she was sound asleep. I held back for an hour until my mother finally succumbed to sleep and drifted off to dreamland.

I quietly got up, greedily gazing at my mother's beautiful and alluring buttocks. My hands trembled as I reached for her panties. Once those were removed, I would be done. I gently laid my mother down, supporting her buttocks with my left hand, and slowly removing the last layer of protection from her body with my right. My mother's lower body was finally exposed.

I looked at her smooth abdomen, the alluring dark forest, and the inverted triangle between her legs. Undeniably, it was captivating, but that wasn't my goal. I would visit the sacred place of my birth another time.

I touched that dark forest, then positioned my mother in the same side-lying position as before. I stared at the chrysanthemum bud I had longed for, gently touching it a few times with my fingers. Each touch caused the little chrysanthemum to contract slightly like a mimosa.

Afraid of waking my mother if I touched it too much, I smeared my glans with saliva. I learned this from a book. Then, lying on my side, I aligned my penis with the correct position, just outside the chrysanthemum. The chrysanthemum shyly contracted, perfectly clamping the glans.

I then held my mother's waist with one hand and checked the position again with the other, making sure it was correct. I took my underwear and placed it near my mother's mouth, afraid she might cry out in pain, so I could cover her mouth if she did.

Everything was ready, and I could begin. I tightened my grip on my mother, then used my other hand to cover her mouth with the underwear, while simultaneously thrusting my penis in. But the virgin territory was just too tight; only half of the glans could penetrate.

My mother cried out in pain, but I covered her mouth with my underwear, turning it into a muffled groan. She tried to push me away, but I was holding her too tightly. At this moment, I stopped covering her mouth. I had only covered it earlier to prevent her from unconsciously crying out in pain, but now that she was awake, we both understood the consequences if someone found out.

I held her waist tightly with both hands, placing one foot in front of her, pressing myself firmly against her body. I thrust my penis in forcefully, and tears streamed down my mother's face. Unable to push me away, she rolled forward, ending up face down on the bed.

I pressed myself firmly against her back, making it easier to penetrate her. With another push, the entire head of my penis was inside. The sensation inside was wonderful—tight, soft, and hot. I wanted to reach the very bottom in one go.

My mother's experience was different. Her buttocks were aching, but she dared not cry out in pain, unable to push me away. She could only bite the pillow, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. My mother kept hitting my back with her hands, turning her head to look at me pleadingly, wanting me to stop.

I knew it was time to talk to my mother clearly; now that we were at each other's throats, it was the perfect opportunity to negotiate. I stopped my attack, but didn't retreat either, remaining still and kissing my mother's cheek.

My mother took a breath, enduring the pain of her anal fissure, and whispered, "You can't do this, let go of Mommy. If you want Mommy to help you, I'll let you touch me wherever you want, please get up, please, be good, listen to me."

I pressed my face against my mother's face and said, "Mom, I don't want any of that. I've wanted this for so long. You can make me get up, but only if you let me put it in here."

As I spoke, I moved my hand down, touching my mother's vulva, my fingers even touching her labia.

My mother was startled and pushed me away. "No, I'm your mother. You can't do this. If you want to have sex with me, we can be like before. I'll use my legs to help you."

I firmly refused. "Mom, there are only two options now. Either you let me do this, or you let me be with you like Dad is."

My mother was terrified. "Isn't there any other way?"

I said, "Yes."

"What way?"

"Wake up Dad and let him beat me to death."

My mother didn't say anything more after hearing this and closed her eyes. I knew my mother agreed, so I continued.

My mother frowned and whispered, "Gently, it hurts."

Tears streamed down her face. I pressed my face against hers, gently licking her cheeks with my tongue, while simultaneously thrusting my hips forward. My mother frowned, let out a muffled groan, and turned her head, biting the pillow tightly with her teeth.

I felt relieved and increased the force of my thrusts. This time, my mother's whole body trembled and stiffened.

But I was already fully inside her, feeling her instinctive sobs in her warm rectum—it was so hot and tight.

I began to thrust rapidly. My mother didn't move, letting me do as I pleased. I lay on her back, wanting to become one with her. I reached my hands under her from behind and touched her breasts—it felt amazing!

After about a hundred rapid thrusts, it was incredibly stimulating. I thrust hard, penetrating deeply into my mother's body, ejaculating inside her rectum for the first time.

My mother stiffened completely as I ejaculated, her buttocks clenching so tightly they almost snapped me in two.

After deflowering her, she tried to push me off, but I held her tightly. She didn't move, knowing my capabilities. After a short rest

, we went at it again. I placed her hands under her head to elevate her body, making it easier for me. She let me do as I pleased, and I slowly made piston-like movements on her back. I had been too hasty earlier and ejaculated quickly; now I wanted to savor the taste of her rear.

My hands slowly roamed over her body. Although she had allowed me to touch her before, there were certain places I couldn't go. Now, my hand touched her mons pubis.

My mother shuddered and whispered, "That's not a place you can touch. Take it away."

She tried to push me away, but our bodies blocked her way, so she could only grab my arm, unable to move. I moved my hand to her labia and gently touched them.

My mother's breathing became rapid. "No, don't, don't touch there, stop!"

At that moment, I also reached my climax and ejaculated again inside my mother's anus. After I finished, I obediently lay on my mother's back, placed my hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm sorry. But I love you so much, I just couldn't help myself."

Upon hearing this, tears streamed down my mother's face uncontrollably. "It's all because I spoiled you too much before, agreeing to everything you wanted, even things I shouldn't have agreed to. Now it's all like this. How am I supposed to face anyone?"

I knew that my mother's emotions were very unstable, and she didn't know anything about anal sex.

I said, "Mom, I know this is wrong and it hurts you, but it's the same whether I've inserted it into your thighs before or your anus now. It's not like what Dad and I did, so what's the difference? It just hurts a little, but it'll be fine in a day or two. I promise you, I'll study hard from now on and get into a top high school. Please don't be angry anymore."

My mother, though unaware of anal sex, wasn't stupid. She snorted, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. If you do this again, I'll cut off your little penis. And where is it that dirty? Aren't you afraid of hygiene doing this? From now on..." "Don't even think about it. Just go and study properly, and don't get any more ideas."

Seeing that my mother's tone had softened, I quickly said, "Mom, it's not dirty at all. It'll be fine after a wash. Anyway, Dad doesn't want it, so please let me use it! You remember how I was in the first year of junior high. I did so badly because I often had to do my studies all by myself. You don't want me to fail to get into a top high school, do you?"

At home, everything revolves around my getting into a top high school; everything else has to take a backseat. My mother only cooperated with me in the first place because she was afraid I wouldn't be motivated to study. Now she's brought out this trump card again.

Sure enough, the trump card worked very well on my mother. She stopped talking.

After a while, she finally laid down three rules with me:

1. I can insert it into your anus, but only after you've cleaned it. After that, I have to clean it too.

2. You can't touch the place where I was born, which is your vagina. I'm too shy to say it out loud. And you can't even think about doing anything there.

3. You can't do it too often each day, to avoid harming your health.

I readily agreed. The first point was fine, but the second and third were problematic. As the great man said, specific problems should be solved specifically. I haven't even tried my mother's little cunt yet, how could I let it go?

As for the third point, I won't get off until I'm satisfied. Does my mother think she'll wake someone and make me get off?

Just like now, my penis has gotten hard again after resting for so long.

My mother can feel it under me, of course. She struggles, not wanting me to penetrate her, twisting her hips back and forth, but that only makes my little brother even hotter. Hehe, you asked for it.

I hugged my mother tightly. "Mom, can I do it one more time?"

My mother tried to refuse. "Have you forgotten what I just told you? Too much is bad for your health and will affect your studies. Besides, I haven't washed yet, I'm dirty."

I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, it's a holiday now, it's okay. Besides, I already went in, it doesn't matter if I go in again. I know it still hurts, but I really want it. Let me do it one more time, the last time tonight, okay, good mom?"

My mother had no choice but to agree. "Remember, get off and go to sleep when you're done."

I immediately grabbed my penis and thrust it into my mother's anus, which was still stained with blood.

My mother groaned. "Gently."

But I was already halfway in. With a little more force, the other half went in too. No longer worried about my mother's resistance, I enjoyed it with peace of mind. My hands were busy, touching everything except my mother's vulva.

Suddenly, because I used too much force, I accidentally knocked my mother's hair, which was coiled on her head, down. I smoothed my mother's black hair, long and flowing over her snow-white shoulders, moving up and down in rhythm with my movements.

So beautiful and sexy, I couldn't resist, and quickly thrust a few more times until I came.

Tonight, my mother's rectum was practically my urinal, haha, my wish fulfilled, it felt so good. After I got off, my mother got up, took a damp towel, and wiped my penis clean. Then she secretly went to take a shower. Why? Need I say more? Tonight was truly wonderful.

(V)

The next morning, my mother waited at the door for a colleague to pass by and ask someone to ask her workplace for leave. Why? You could tell from her limping gait. My father thought it was his doing last night and was quite pleased with himself. Actually, it was me, his son, who did it.

Watching my mother walk with a limp, my penis began to swell again. When my father wasn't looking, I secretly touched her round buttocks, even poking my finger into her anus, which had just been deflowered the night before. My mother slapped me hard and glared at me, but there was no anger in her eyes; it was more like a lovers' quarrel.

Hearing the noise, my father asked, "What's wrong?"

My mother replied, "There are mosquitoes." "

Oh, right, I'm going out for a walk later, just visiting a friend. I'll probably be back in the evening, so don't wait for me for lunch."

I was overjoyed to hear my father's words. "Dad, give me some more money for my trip. I'm on vacation, let me relax a bit."

My father gave me five yuan. "Play is fine, but don't neglect your studies."

"What about my brother's share?" I held out my other hand.

"You little rascal, you've got a brother's heart."

My father took out another five yuan and gave it to me. Back then, prices were cheap, and five yuan was a considerable sum—enough for me to play for most of the day. A game coin only cost 20 cents. Of course, my brother couldn't get that much money from my father; he was the family's darling, after all.

My mother watched me with a loving expression. "You silly child, you only just started your vacation and all you do is play. Don't you get any rest? Be careful you don't wear yourself out."

Hehe, little did my mother know my true intentions. Since you're worried about me getting tired, then I'll "get some proper rest" at home today.

After a while, my father left, and my brother got up too. I handed him the money

, saying, "Here, this is from Dad, for our fun today." My brother took the money and quickly finished his meal. "Mom, let's go out and play."

My mother responded, "Okay."

My brother grabbed my arm. "Come on, let's play a few more rounds." He pulled

me towards the door, but I stopped at the entrance. "Brother, you can have this 5 yuan too. I want to go to my classmate's house today; it's free."

My brother looked at me strangely. "You really don't want to go?"

"Yes, and Mom will be out at noon, so I'll have to find my own lunch. I'll eat at my classmate's." My

brother was overjoyed. He wouldn't have to come back for lunch and could spend the whole day at the arcade. He immediately let go of my hand and dashed off to the arcade. Ha, what's so fun about video games? I have something a hundred times more fun than video games. Once

inside, I locked the door, immediately stripped off all my clothes, and, naked and with my big, hard penis erect, went to the kitchen to find my mother. She must be washing dishes right now. I saw my mother lean forward slightly, making her buttocks appear even more prominent.

I grabbed her from behind and shouted in her ear, "Mom!"

My penis pressed even tighter against my newly deflowered anus.

My mother was startled and almost dropped the bowl she was holding. After a moment, she came to her senses and asked, "Weren't you out playing with your brother? Did he bully you?"

"Mom, didn't you just say you were worried I'd get too tired? You told me to rest. I'll rest at home today."

I deliberately emphasized the word "rest," while vigorously rubbing my penis against my mother's buttocks several times.

Only then did my mother notice my strange behavior and realize I was completely naked. She blushed and said, "No, don't do this." "

Mom, I want it." My penis continued to rub against my mother's buttocks.

My mother said, "No, I'm still in pain from what you did last night. Can we not do it today?"

I let go of her. "Mom, look how uncomfortable my little brother is. Give it to me." My

mother turned around and saw my menacing little brother pounding in the air. She quickly turned away, her face as red as a sheet. I then poked my penis against her buttocks, letting her feel its hardness.

"Mom, your buttocks are amazing!"

With this thrust, half of my glans sank into her buttocks. My mother clearly felt the hardness of my penis and knew that I was determined to make it work today. She sighed, "Okay, but not now. Can we do it after I finish washing the dishes and cleaning up?"

"No, you wash your dishes, I'll do mine. I like this position. Besides, you just washed last night, and you haven't pooped today, so you don't need to wash again."

I ignored my mother's reaction and went to take off her pants. Back then, the concept of clothing wasn't like it is now; my mother always wore pants. I unbuckled my mother's belt, and with a slight tug, her pants fell down to her ankles. I then pulled down her underwear, parted her legs slightly, and forcefully spread her buttocks, revealing her little chrysanthemum, which I had just ravaged the night before.

It still looked a little red and slightly open, as if beckoning me to enter. My mother placed her hands on the edge of the washbasin, her buttocks slightly arched back, and closed her eyes, ready for my penetration. I gripped my hard, iron-like penis and thrust in forcefully, returning to the place I had cultivated the night before. It

felt so good; I rammed and pounded into my mother's rectum. My mother groaned softly. She had only been deflowered by me last night, penetrated three times, and wasn't even fully recovered. Now, with such forceful ravaging, it was no wonder it hurt.

"Gently, gently, it hurts so much," my mother pleaded softly.

But I felt even more excited, hugging my mother even tighter, almost breaking her waist, and thrusting my penis even more vigorously. "Mom, your ass is mine from now on, it's mine alone, oh, it feels so good, Mom, I love you..." After fucking

my mother's ass for a long time, I finally ejaculated inside her anus, a thick stream of semen gushing out deep into her rectum.

But I was still not satisfied. I rested my head on my mother's shoulder, my semi-erect penis still inside her ass, letting it come out on its own, I wasn't going to pull it out.

My mother was helpless at my actions, "Sweetie, let Mom finish washing the dishes first, then I'll play with you, okay? Go lie down on the bed for a while."

My mother knew I wouldn't give up after just one time.

"Mom, let me help you wash the dishes."

I hugged my mother like that, watching her wash the dishes absentmindedly, my hands occasionally wandering over her body.

My mother finally finished washing up. She washed her hands under the sink tap and said to me, "Okay, now what do you want to do?"

"Mom, let's go to bed." I clung to her like Siamese twins as we walked to the bed. "Mom, take off your shirt too."

My mother silently complied. I usually don't ask my mother to take off as little as possible; it's probably her last bit of dignity.

"Mom, how about lying on your stomach like a puppy?"

My mother turned and gave me a disapproving look, then did as I said. Her hands were crossed, her head resting on them, her legs bent, kneeling, her vulva raised high.

Wow, my mother looked so alluring lying on her stomach like a puppy. Her round, white buttocks were sticking up high, her bright red anus was dripping with the thick, white semen I had just ejaculated inside, and her alluring little vulva was half-hidden before my eyes. Instantly, all the blood in my body rushed to my penis.

I knelt behind my mother's buttocks, slowly stroking her smooth skin, touching her entire buttocks, then her thighs. But I didn't touch the sacred place that gave me birth, because I remembered our promise—this was the final boundary between us. Touching it would surely make her angry.

I adjusted my position, aimed at her anus, and thrust hard, beginning our second anal sex session of the day. My mother groaned, her body jerking forward, but immediately pulling back. Filled with boundless love for her, I began to thrust forcefully.

This time, due to the pain, her anus involuntarily contracted and expanded. At first, I wasn't used to it, causing me a lot of trouble, but I gradually mastered the rhythm, pulling out when it contracted and thrusting in when it expanded. The more I thrust, the more excited I became, the larger the movements. Sometimes, when I pulled out, only the head of my penis remained inside her anus before I shoved the whole thing back in.

As my movements intensified, so did my pain, and she involuntarily groaned. I became even more excited, gripping my mother's buttocks tightly with both hands, my fingers turning white from the force.

After about half an hour of penetration, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate. I quickly sped up my thrusts a few times, then forcefully pushed into my mother's anus, inserting the entire length.

My penis trembled violently inside her anus before I ejaculated. At that moment, I collapsed weakly onto my mother, flattening her body so that I was lying on her back. But my penis still lingered inside her anus, half-erect.

My mother rested for a while, then nudged me. "It's almost noon, I need to get up and make lunch. Your brother will be back soon, hurry up and get ready."

"Mom, don't worry, my brother won't be back today," I said smugly.

"Why?"

"I gave all the money Dad gave me to my brother. He'll be eating out today. I told him you're going out and won't be making lunch, so you're all mine today." After saying that, I hugged my mother even tighter, gently rubbing my head against her back.

"You little rascal..." My mother knew she was going to be tormented by me all day. "Don't be so rough next time, you're practically breaking my body in two."

Hearing my mother's words, my little brother immediately reacted, eager to get started. With that, my mother was mine for the whole day.

(VI)

Since I deflowered my mother, her affection for me deepened. Although she didn't understand the concept of anal sex, she thought it was no different from when I used her beautiful legs and hands to ejaculate inside her. Even though I ejaculated inside her, in her mind, intercourse could only be done through the vagina. So she didn't care and let me do whatever I wanted, after all, I was her most beloved son.

I took advantage of my mother's affection and did whatever I wanted. Of course, my reward to her was constant praise from my teachers, and the school almost recommended me for a top high school. If nothing unexpected happened, I wouldn't have to take the high school entrance exam. Of course, that was a year later, but it was enough to make my mother ecstatic. Relatives and friends kept praising me for being successful.

My mother treated me even better. Originally, there was no door between our kitchen and bedroom. I made an excuse that the smoke from cooking would bother the people in the bedroom, and I got my father to install a door. He did. So, every day when I came back at noon, as long as I closed the kitchen door, I could do whatever I wanted to my mother.

Even when my mother was cooking, I would pull down her pants, take out my penis, and thrust it hard into her anus. My mother would obediently let me finish before continuing to cook, or she would endure the sensation of me thrusting in her anus while frantically throwing everything into the pot, quietly cooperating with me.

At night, needless to say, she would cooperate with whatever position I wanted. Either I would lie on her back and thrust hard into her rear, or she would let me do a doggy-style position for her anus. Afterwards, she would quietly and carefully clean me with a damp towel.

But I also wanted to leave my penis inside her anus, like on a holiday, and sleep naked on her smooth, soft back. But my mother was afraid my brother would see, so she refused.

Recently, I've been eyeing my mother's mouth again, wanting her to give me oral sex, to use the mouth that used to scold me to serve my penis—it's revenge, I guess. But I can't rush it; if the timing isn't right, it will offend my mother, and then it won't be worth it.

The opportunity came. Today was the day my mother's period started. When I tried to take off her pants that night, my mother refused me for the first time ever. "I'm not feeling well today, can I not?"

In the past, when my mother had her period, she would lie face down on the bed with her feet on the floor so I could insert my penis into her anus, because she was afraid of soiling the bed. But this time was different. My mother had a cold and fever a couple of days ago, and today happened to be the day her period started. She was a little weak, so she refused me.

"Mom, but I can't sleep if I don't ejaculate at night."

My mother was at her wits' end. "Then let's use the old way. Just use my legs for now, and I'll let you do it when I'm better."

"Mom, I don't want to. That's no fun. I still prefer the warm, soft feeling of you inside me. My legs are too hard, and it's not comfortable at all."

My mother couldn't persuade me otherwise. "Then what do you want? I'm really not feeling well today."

"How about your mouth? It's soft and warm there."

"No way! Why do you always come up with such crazy ideas? Your mouth is for eating, not for doing this kind of thing."

"Mom, don't be like that. It's multi-purpose. Like your buttocks, they're only for pooping, but now I'm using them. Besides, your mouth is much cleaner than your buttocks. If I use your buttocks, you're afraid I'll get sick, but with your mouth, you won't. I know this makes you feel disgusted, Mom. Although I really want it, if you don't agree, that's fine. I won't force you. I love you the most, Mom."

I hugged my mother and pressed my penis tightly against her body. Since I couldn't force her, I could only appeal to her affection.

My mother thought for a long time. I held her without moving. "Silly child, you were born of your mother. What's there to be disgusted about? I can help you with my mouth, but you have to wash up first. Also, don't ejaculate in my mouth, understand?"

My mother agreed. I immediately rolled over and got up, quickly washed my penis in the bathroom, and rushed back to the bedroom.

I took a blanket and laid it on the floor, making my mother kneel on it, her upper body straight, her head right between my legs. I took off my pants, exposing my penis to my mother's eyes. Although I had done it to my mother many times, and her buttocks had been penetrated repeatedly, she had never seen my penis so close before. Even without light, I could clearly see my mother blushing.

She closed her eyes and gently moved her head between my legs. I pressed my penis against my mother's lips, and she slightly opened her mouth to receive my penis. My mother clearly had no experience with oral sex; she just stared blankly at it. But that made me feel incredibly good. I had opened two of the three holes in my mother's body, her virgin territory. Except for her womb, the sacred place where I was born, my penis had enjoyed every other part of her body. I possessed my mother more thoroughly than my father.

I began to teach my mother oral sex using the knowledge I had learned from books. I instructed her to use her tongue to circle the edge of my glans, to lick my urethral opening from time to time, and to gently rub the part of my penis that wasn't inside her with her hand.

My mother did as I said. It felt so good. The friction of my mother's soft tongue against my glans almost made me ejaculate. I couldn't hold back anymore and started thrusting, using my mother's mouth as a vagina. Just wait, Mom, I will conquer all the holes in your body, and cover every part of your body that makes my penis feel good with my semen as a banner of my conquest.

My mother was caught off guard, and my penis plunged deep into her throat. She coughed uncomfortably and pushed me away. "Don't go in so deep."

My mother would never use the words "insert" or "go in" unless absolutely necessary. I wondered what would happen if she said "penis" or "cock." Right now, she would never utter those words.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I was too hasty. I won't do it again."

I was joking. Although I really wanted to thrust deep into my mother's throat and ejaculate inside, if her coughing woke up my older brother, I'd be finished. This wasn't the way to act.

I had my mother hold my penis with both hands, but not too tightly, so that most of it was in her grasp, with only a small portion in her mouth. This way, I could thrust freely without worrying about losing control and going in too deep.

My mother's tongue pressed tightly against my penis. At first, she was very nervous, and she had forgotten the pressure she used to apply when she masturbated me. Her tongue was either too tight or too loose, and it didn't cooperate with the movement of my penis at all; it just kept pressing tightly against it.

I had no choice but to stop thrusting, untie my mother's hair, and gently stroke the back of her head. "Mom, don't be nervous, relax. I won't put it down your throat."

My mother opened her eyes and looked at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. She took a few deep breaths, signaled with her eyes that I could start, and then closed her eyes again. I began to violate my mother's small mouth and her hands, which were a little rough from working. It was a double whammy.

After my mother relaxed, her tongue began to match my thrusts, and her hands held my penis neither too tightly nor too loosely. I stopped worrying and focused intently on moving my penis in and out of her small hands and mouth. Her tongue seemed to be enjoying the struggle with my penis; as I approached climax, her movements noticeably quickened. My mother showed no intention of letting me pull out, so I finally reminded her, "Mom, I'm going to cum, let me go."

My mother was startled and quickly released me. She gave me a grateful look, appreciating that I remembered what she said. Her hands continued to masturbate me, but for some reason, even though I was almost ejaculating, her hands hadn't come after dozens of strokes.

My mother looked at me suspiciously, and I shook my head, indicating I didn't know either. Looking at my penis moving in her hands, my mother suddenly opened her hands, looked at the calluses on her hands, and probably thought that her hands were too rough, which was why I couldn't ejaculate.

My mother suddenly straightened her back, making her chest level with my crotch. She slipped my penis under her bra and inserted it between her breasts, my penis reaching her chin. She gently squeezed my penis between her chin. She

whispered, "Move." Moved,

I whispered "Mom," and began to thrust. My mother pressed her breasts inward forcefully, gripping my penis tightly.

I thrust dozens of times, my penis trembling violently, and I ejaculated, a thick stream of semen spraying powerfully onto my mother's chin. The semen flowed down her neck, through her bra, and onto her breasts. I whispered

, "Mom, wait a moment."

I went to the bathroom and got a clean towel, then unhooked her bra, which was soaked with my semen, and carefully wiped it off.

My mother looked at me gently and smiled slightly. "My son has grown up."

I placed the towel by the bed and gently helped my mother onto the bed. "Mom, I'm sorry."

My mother looked at me with confusion, not understanding why I was apologizing so suddenly.

I pressed myself against my mother and whispered in her ear, "You've been so good to me. Even when I made unreasonable demands, you always satisfied me. I used you as a tool for my lust. First, I secretly used your thighs while you were asleep, and then I used the back of your legs as a tool to penetrate you. When you found out, you didn't blame me. You even put aside your dignity as a mother to satisfy my desires for the sake of my studies and health. But I wasn't satisfied. I raped your buttocks while you were sleeping, but you were still so good to me. Now you're using your mouth and breasts to help me ejaculate. Mom, I'm sorry."

My mother listened to my words and remained silent for a long time, just staring at me. I didn't look away, but conveyed my love, shame, and respect for my mother to her through my eyes.

My mother and I looked at each other for a while, then she slowly turned her head away. "You are my own son. When I first saw the dried semen you left on my leg, I was so angry. Your father is useless, always looked down upon by your uncles and aunts in the family, and even I was looked down upon. I always hoped that you and your brother could make me proud, study hard, and show them that even if your father isn't good, his son can be successful. But your brother… thankfully, there's you. But you're not learning anything good; you've gone astray at such a young age. It almost drove me crazy back then. But then I thought…" "It's your developmental stage, so it's understandable that you're interested in women. It's just that the object of your interest is me, your mother. Since that's the case, I'll simply grant your wish, to prevent you from being corrupted by bad women outside, and also to encourage your studies. I only hope you remember that I can give you anything, but you must do well in your studies and become a successful person in the future, unlike your father, who was looked down upon by his siblings."

As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears. She gently pushed me away, turned her back to me, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

It turned out my mother had such high expectations of me. I gently hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Mom, what were you thinking when I raped your anus while you were asleep that night?"

To distract her, I had to resort to this tactic; after all, she wouldn't blame me.

Sure enough, my mother gave my buttocks a hard twist. "You still dare to talk? I really don't know where you learned this trick. It was fine that night, but the next day you kept messing around in my butt all day, making me unable to poop for almost a week."

"Mom, how does it feel now when I move inside you?"

My mother blushed. "After a while, it doesn't hurt as much as before, but it's a little strange, and a little comfortable. Every time you go in, it feels like I need to poop, but I can't."

Heh, no wonder my mother always squeezes my penis tightly and loosely when I insert it into her anus.

"Mom, you're so good to me." I hugged my mother tightly, my penis hard again. "Mom, can I use your breasts one more time?"

My mother nodded, turned over and lay flat. Later I learned that this method is called breast sex.

Tonight, my mother and I talked about our innermost thoughts, and our mother-son relationship took another step forward.

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