[Urban] Mother and Child Concentration Camp (Complete) - 3

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My name is Xiaoming

, I'm 11 years old, and I'm in the fifth grade of elementary school. My dad is 50 years old and works as a manager at a company. He's usually very busy, only home for one or two days a week at most. My mom usually takes care of me. Speaking of my mom, she's just 30 years old this year, about 1.65 meters tall, with a round face and two dimples when she smiles. She's a very beautiful young woman.

However, when she was my age, she had a serious illness, so her IQ isn't very high. She's easily taken advantage of in some situations, and she's also very trusting of others. So my dad wants me to take good care of her and not let anyone bully her.

I remember there's an uncle next door who's 30 years old and still hasn't found a wife. Many people in the neighborhood don't like him, but I don't really dislike him because he often comes to our house to play, and I always receive some candy or small change. Today, my dad has to go on a business trip out of town, so he drove his car out early this morning!

A little while later, the uncle next door came to my house. My mother was tidying up, and the uncle gave her 50 yuan to go outside and play. Then he went into the storage room to help my mother. I was bored, and I had a feeling something was going to happen, so I didn't go out. When they weren't looking, I opened the front door and slammed it shut, pretending I had already left. Then I sneaked upstairs and peeked out the window.

My mother was about to step onto a chair to get the blankets from the storage cabinet to air them out when the uncle saw her and immediately ran over to support her back, saying, "Sister-in-law, that's dangerous! Be careful!"

My mother turned to him, gave him a sweet smile, and said thank you.

The uncle folded my mother's skirt up to her waist, and while rubbing her buttocks through her stockings, he said, "Your buttocks are your center of gravity. If you don't use your buttocks properly, you'll easily fall." My mother turned to him, gave him a sweet smile, and revealed two adorable dimples. I saw that a large tent immediately appeared on the uncle's pants.

The uncle slipped his hand inside Mom's pink loungewear, stroking and moving upwards until he found her bra. He then roughly kneaded it twice. Mom was startled and cried out, making it even harder to remove the already tightly packed blanket from the closet!

The uncle looked at it and said to Mom, "With your breasts held up by the bra, you can't exert any strength, making it difficult to remove the blanket." He then pushed Mom's clothes down to her neck, pulled down the bra, and began kneading her breasts with both hands, occasionally scratching her nipples with his fingernails, causing Mom to moan incessantly, seemingly in pain. Finally, Mom managed to take the blanket down from the closet to the balcony to air it. The uncle tidied up Mom's clothes and skirts, but removed her bra. Mom kissed the uncle and thanked him.

After hanging the blanket up, Mom started watering the plants, and the uncle ran over to help again. Uncle said, "You have to stand properly when watering the flowers, otherwise you'll easily spill water." Then he spread Mom's legs apart, stood in between them, and rubbed his erect penis against Mom's buttocks.

Mom, feeling pressured by him, couldn't help but groan, and her hand trembled, spilling water on her legs. Uncle saw this and immediately shouted, "Ah! Water on your legs! Quick, take off your socks, or you'll easily get an infection!" Then, without waiting for Mom's consent, he reached under her skirt and pulled off her pantyhose from her crotch, licking her thighs down to her feet with his tongue as he did so, saying he was disinfecting her with his saliva. Finally, he even put Mom's toes in his mouth and sucked on them. Mom blushed and groaned a few times, kissed Uncle's forehead, and thanked him.

Mom then started cleaning, wiping here and there, sweeping, and vacuuming up the dust on the floor. My uncle kept smelling my mother's bra and stockings, and frequently touched his crotch. He would also often rub and touch my mother while she was working.

Finally, my mother finished cleaning. It was lunchtime, so she started cooking and hospitably invited my uncle to eat at her house. My uncle sat in the living room for a while before going into the kitchen to help my mother. I couldn't see him from upstairs, so I ran to the kitchen doorway and peeked. At

that moment, my mother was washing vegetables. My uncle went over, hugged her waist, and said, "You must stand properly when washing vegetables." He then spread my mother's legs wide and pulled them back, so that her large buttocks were pressed against his genitals. My mother felt strange with his genitals pressing against her, and couldn't help but move her large buttocks around, making soft moans.

My uncle also let out a deep "ah" and said to my mother, "You can't move your body around while washing vegetables, otherwise the vegetables won't be clean!" Then he hugged my mother's waist even tighter. But Mom still couldn't help shifting around, so she blushed and asked Uncle what to do. Uncle thought for a moment and said, "That's easy. Just use something to hold your body still, and you won't move around."

Then he pulled up Mom's skirt and down her pink panties, licking her red vulva with his tongue while taking off his own pants. Suddenly, Uncle's penis, much bigger than mine, was exposed, hard and throbbing.

Uncle pressed his penis against Mom's red, wet vulva and said, "I'll use this stick to hold you still, and you won't move around." Amid Mom's continuous moans, Uncle used his big penis to pry open Mom's vulva and then forcefully thrust it in. Mom groaned, and her body began to tremble. Uncle pulled back a little, then thrust in again, saying, "Hurry up and wash."

Mom groaned and moaned as she washed the vegetables under Uncle's supervision, still moaning from time to time from Uncle's hateful thrusting. The uncle stood there for a while, then couldn't resist and began forcefully thrusting into Mom's now-open vagina, his large hands pushing open her clothes and roughly kneading her breasts. Mom's face

flushed, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on her nose. She couldn't help but thrust her hips back to match the uncle's thrusts, her moans growing louder. After a while, the uncle suddenly increased the speed of his thrusts, making deep, beast-like sounds, then thrust hard into Mom, letting out two "ah ah" sounds before going still.

Mom also let out an "ah," her body seemed to stiffen, trembling for a moment before going limp. At this point, the uncle recovered, withdrew from Mom, and pulled his now somewhat limp penis out of her vagina. With a "plop," a white, sticky, snot-like substance slowly flowed out of Mom's vagina.

Uncle rubbed his shrunken, soft penis against Mom's bottom a few times, then casually wiped her still-dripping "snotty" hole with her panties, helped her put her clothes back on, and said, "Sigh, it seems this still can't stop you from moving around! Let me think of what to do, you continue washing vegetables and cooking." Mom, her face as red as an apple, said thank you to Uncle coquettishly, kissed him, and then continued cooking, a little weakly.

As soon as I saw Uncle coming out, I immediately slipped upstairs. Just now, watching Uncle teach Mom how to wash vegetables, my penis seemed to swell up, pressing uncomfortably against my pants.

After about half an hour, I smelled a delicious aroma coming from downstairs, and then Mom loudly called me down to eat. When I got downstairs, Uncle was already sitting at the table waiting for dinner. Although Mom isn't very bright, her cooking is still very delicious. After Mom served us our rice, we immediately wolfed it down. By the time I had almost finished my first bowl of rice, Uncle was already full.

While chatting with his mother, he reached his large hand down her thigh and groped her all over, eventually slipping it inside her skirt. His mother finished refilling her bowl of rice, couldn't help but let out a few soft moans, and even wiggled his large bottom a few times. The uncle pulled his hand away, holding up his glistening, wet index finger to his mother, and said, "Ah! Why is your lower area still wet? Did you get an infection when you got wet this morning? It would be troublesome if you got sick! Quick, come inside, I'll check you out!"

As he spoke, he picked up my mother's stockings and bra, which were lying nearby, and pulled her into her bedroom. As he closed the door, he said to me, "Xiaoming, I'm going to check if your mother is sick. Go play by yourself after you finish eating." Then, as if he'd forgotten something, he thought for a moment, then pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pants and tossed it to me, saying, "Don't tell anyone I can cure illnesses, okay? It's a secret between us. Uncle doesn't want anyone to know." I nodded, and he closed the door.

I quickly swallowed my food and ran to my mother's bedroom door. Through the keyhole, I saw him lay my mother down on the bed, then remove her clothes and skirt, pressing himself against her and kissing her red lips repeatedly, his large hands kneading her breasts.

After a while, he said he needed to take my mother's temperature, so he sucked on her nipples with his large mouth, occasionally sucking hard, saying he was using his tongue to feel the temperature of her breasts. Soon, I saw my mother's two tender pink nipples stand erect, and my mother began to moan softly.

After playing with it for a while, the uncle buried his head between the mother's legs, first rubbing her vulva with his fingers, which quickly caused her to produce more glistening fluid. The uncle said, "There's definitely something wrong here." Then he used his large tongue to lick and suck the fluid from her vulva.

The mother writhed in discomfort, moaning softly. The uncle asked her if she felt itchy from time to time. The mother said yes. The uncle paused, then said to the mother in a troubled tone, "You must have a worm inside you!" The mother was startled, and cried out to the uncle in a trembling voice, "What should I do?" The uncle thought for a moment, then said to the mother with certainty, "Don't worry, I'll use my big penis to help you get it out." The mother smiled bravely at the uncle and kissed him to thank him.

The uncle lay on the bed, held his large penis, and told the mother to sit on top of him. Mom straddled Uncle's body, the little girl touching Uncle's penis. Mom couldn't help but let out a soft "oh," and opened her mouth, exhaling two breaths of hot, fragrant breath (even from this distance, I could smell the fragrance). [Advertisement break: Still using your hands? How can you enjoy that? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exercise device, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.]

Uncle seemed to remember something, so he told Mom to stop and put on her pantyhose, saying it would keep her warm. He also pulled a small bottle from his pocket, poured out two pill-like things, and swallowed them. Uncle cut a hole in the crotch of the pantyhose, then lay down and told Mom to sit on it.

Mom frowned and swallowed Uncle's penis through the small hole. As Mom moaned, she moved around under Uncle's guidance, trying to get his penis to poke the nasty worm. After a while, Uncle told Mom that the force wasn't enough and the worm would be hard to get out. He told Mom to turn over, lie on her stomach like a dog, and stick her big buttocks up. Uncle held his penis, aimed at her tender red hole, and thrust it in, then began to thrust vigorously.

Watching the hole, swollen and constantly leaking fluid from Uncle's penetration, my penis unconsciously became hard, and I couldn't help but rub it against the door through my pants. Inside, Uncle was making Mom moan loudly as he thrust into her, and it seemed like he was shaking her constantly, her big buttocks being slapped loudly.

Uncle kept thrusting into Mom, occasionally holding her, or lifting one of her legs, or putting both of her legs on his shoulders... changing positions as he thrust into Mom. As I was watching, I suddenly felt a strong urge to urinate, and I couldn't hold it in, so I ejaculated in my pants. Afraid my mother would scold me, I went to the bathroom and washed myself.

Back in the living room, I felt a little sleepy, so I fell asleep on my leather bed. I don't know how much time passed, probably about half an hour, but I vaguely heard the door to my mother's bedroom open with a bang. My uncle came out humming a tune, woke me up, and told me to take care of my mother before leaving. When

I went to my mother's room, I saw her lying on the bed, covered in sweat, completely still, only her mouth moving as she breathed heavily. I noticed something that looked like snot on the corner of her mouth and asked her why she had snot. My mother stuck out her tongue and licked it, smiling as she told me that it was medicine my uncle had given her to treat her illness. She then wiped the snot from her mouth and ate it.

My mother rested for a while, then got up and started getting dressed, because soon it would be time to make dinner.

I noticed that the sheets on Mom's bed were soaked! ...Although Mom isn't very bright, she's very polite and helpful, so many people like her. There's an old man in our neighborhood who I heard used to be the director of some bureau. Although he's over 50, he looks quite healthy because he exercises regularly, though his protruding belly is a bit unsightly.

Today, Dad hasn't come home yet because of a business trip. Feeling bored after breakfast, Mom took me to the small yard in front of our house to tend to her plants. The pot-bellied old man was wandering around carrying a birdcage, and his eyes widened immediately when he saw Mom weeding the plants.

Since Mom was at home, she was only wearing a loose-fitting loungewear set with tight leggings underneath. As she bent over, busy at work, anyone could see the soft, white flesh of her chest; her tight leggings accentuated her large buttocks as she bent over, making my penis swell up just looking at her, not to mention that lecherous old man.

The old man, carrying a birdcage, entered our yard and said with a smile to my mother, "Xiao Lan (it seems everyone in the neighborhood calls their mother that), are you weeding the plants?"

My mother looked up, smiled at the old man, and wiped the sweat from her face with her slightly dirty little hands, saying, "Yes. "

Seeing the dark mark on my mother's face, the old man immediately seemed distressed and said, "Oh, how can you wipe your face with such dirty hands!" He then took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the dark mark from my mother's face, even kissing her afterward. My mother smiled, thanked the old man, and kissed him back.

Feeling down, I idly fiddled with the flowers and grass. Suddenly, a tiny, unidentified insect bit my hand. It hurt terribly, and I burst into tears. My mother rushed over, took my hand, and looking at my swollen hand, lovingly rubbed it against her face.

After a moment, she exclaimed excitedly, "Your father said saliva can disinfect and treat mosquito and insect bites. I put some saliva on it, and it's fine now!" She

then licked my wound a few times, and, not satisfied, spat a small amount of clear saliva onto it, spreading it evenly with her mouth. Afterward, my mother looked at it proudly, smiled, and said it was all healed. Then she told me to go outside and play while she went back to tending to the flowers and grass.

My hand still hurt, and I wasn't in the mood to play, so I went back inside. My mother and grandfather didn't notice. I had only been sitting inside for a short while when I heard the old man in the yard scream. Curious, I went to the window and saw him clutching his genitals, repeatedly saying it hurt. My mother asked him what was wrong.

The old man smiled wryly and told my mother that he had probably been bitten by an insect that had crawled inside. Hearing this, my mother asked worriedly what to do .

The old man frowned and said to my mother, "We can only disinfect it! Some insect venom is very potent; if not treated promptly, it can cause serious illness. But my house is quite far from here (actually not that far, maybe 100 meters at most), and I might get infected by the time I get home!"

My mother frowned worriedly and said to the old man, "I don't even know where my first-aid kit is! Can you really disinfect it with saliva every now and then?"

The old man, taking advantage of my mother's inattention, gave a smug, wicked laugh. Then, with a bitter face, he said to my mother, "That should work! There's no other way now, so this is the only option."

After saying that, he carried the birdcage and pulled his mother's hand as they came into the house. Seeing them coming in, I immediately ran upstairs.

As soon as they reached the living room, the old man eagerly pulled down his pants, revealing a thick, black, and hard penis. His face contorted with pain, he said to my mother, "Look how swollen it is!" Then he told my mother to quickly disinfect it. My mother went over, blushing and shyly glancing at the old man, whose penis began to throb again.

The old man said to my mother, "Hurry up, look, it's swollen and painful again." My mother lowered her head, gently opening her mouth close to the old man's penis. Perhaps smelling something, her brow furrowed adorably.

My mother spat a glob of saliva onto the old man's glans and gently rubbed it onto his penis with her soft little hands. Stimulated by this, the old man let out a soft moan, almost like a sigh of pleasure. Mom smeared the saliva on the old man's penis, seemingly only covering a small portion.

She frowned, about to spit on it again, when the old man stopped her, saying it was a waste of saliva and wouldn't properly disinfect it. He said the best way was for her to take it in her mouth and suck a few times. Although reluctant, Mom remembered the old man's injury from tending her plants and decided to help.

She lowered her head, first sucking on the strong taste to get used to it, then slightly opening her mouth and gently licking the glans. She found it too large to swallow without opening her mouth wide. So, she opened her mouth wide and slowly swallowed the old man's penis into her small, red mouth. Because the old man's penis was very long, Mom felt it was pressing against her throat after swallowing only half of it. She struggled to lift her head, looking at him with a troubled expression through her alluring eyes.

The old man, too excited to breathe, gestured for her to continue with encouraging eyes. Mom had no choice but to indulge in gentle swallowing and spitting a few times, then suddenly forcefully swallowing the old man's penis completely. But the old man's penis was simply too large; Mom could only endure it for

a moment before she couldn't take it anymore. She could only spit out most of the old man's penis, then swallow and spit a few more times, then forcefully swallow it again. This went on several times, making the old man feel like his whole body was cramping. He even held Mom's head to prevent her from leaving, saying it wasn't completely disinfected yet and she needed to continue…

Several minutes passed without her realizing it. Mom's face was flushed from choking on the old man's penis, her nostrils flared as she panted, and there were glistening beads of sweat on her skin. (The old man, gazing at the alluring young woman servicing him, was thoroughly enjoying himself. Although her tongue would actively rub and lick his penis a few times during deep throating, the lack of oral sex meant he couldn't achieve release.)

So, the old man gently pushed the mother's head away, deliberately speaking in a troubled tone, "Xiao Lan, it seems saliva isn't enough to disinfect and reduce the swelling of my penis! Look, it's still so swollen!" The mother gasped for breath, worriedly asking, "Even this isn't working? What should I do?"

The old man thought for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed with delight, "Oh! I remember! Someone said that a woman's vaginal fluid can not only disinfect and relieve pain, but also promote tissue regeneration (and penis growth)!" Hearing this, the mother happily asked if it was true. The old man said, "Of course it's true!" But then, deliberately frowning with his lecherous, chubby face, he said to the mother with difficulty, "Xiao Lan, oh, I'm sorry, I have to trouble you again." The mother blushed and asked, "Then what should I do?"

The old man suddenly became serious and said to the mother in a lecturing tone, "There's a lot more to this than meets the eye. First, we men need to arouse you women by touching and kissing your sensitive spots all over your body, such as your breasts and thighs, to make your vaginas produce lubrication. But this lubrication still can't cure the swelling. We also need to use this stick to thrust into your little holes, impacting your vaginas and uteruses until you orgasm. Only then will you release that lubricating fluid that can cure the swelling. So, you see, we men have a lot of work to do!"

After listening to the old man's words, the mother looked at him with admiration and, under his 'guidance,' took off all her clothes (including underwear), then lay on the leather bed (I almost wrote the wrong word about the bed again), letting the old man do whatever he wanted to her.

The old man was overjoyed to see how obedient the mother was. He immediately stripped off all his clothes and began kissing his mother's small mouth, constantly sucking and swallowing her saliva, even though he wasn't afraid of eating his own! (*^__^*)

His two large hands kneaded his mother's large breasts, changing their shapes, and occasionally scratching her nipples with his fingernails, pinching and pulling them with his fingers. After a while, he even put his right hand on his mother's genitals, kneading them. Under the old man's intense onslaught, the mother's moans grew louder and louder.

The old man stopped kissing his mother's small mouth and slowly licked down her neck with his tongue, sucking on her two large breasts for a long time, making her nipples hard. He continued licking downwards. First, he licked his mother's thin waist, making it full of saliva, and then continued downwards, avoiding her genitals, licking her thighs.

First the outer sides, then slowly inwards. Suddenly, he pressed his hand against his mother's vulva and sucked hard. His mother screamed loudly at this, then began to moan, and her red vulva began to gush with clear fluid like a stream.

Seeing this, the old man excitedly pressed closer and began to lick and suck vigorously with his tongue. Slowly, his mother's moans grew louder and louder.

After a while, the old man couldn't resist any longer. He lifted his mother's legs and placed them on his shoulders, holding his penis, and as his mother gasped for breath, he inserted it into her vagina. He then enjoyed the sensation for a while before slowly beginning to thrust in and out.

Perhaps because he was experienced, the old man had far more techniques than the uncle had used before. He wasn't in a hurry. He first slowly thrust in and out a few times, then thrust hard into my mother with a loud thud. Amidst my mother's continuous moans and groans, he slowly resumed thrusting...

The old man had quite a few moves. At first, he would thrust like that for a while, then pick my mother up and lay her down, letting her sit up and down on her own. Next, he would pull up my mother's legs, making her upper body sit on his crotch with her buttocks upright. Then he would rush over and forcefully thrust into my mother's vagina, making her stick her buttocks up like a dog, leaning against the wall, while he kept thrusting into her from behind (later I learned that these were the famous "Old Man Pushing a Cart," "Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus," and "Pouring Candle Upside Down")... I

don't know how much time passed, probably almost an hour. During this time, my mother screamed and trembled several times, asking the old man if he was done. The old man said the swelling hadn't gone down, and then continued to forcefully thrust into my mother's vagina. Finally, the old man and my mother both screamed loudly. With the old man pressing against my mother's vagina without moving and my mother trembling, they finally stopped.

The old man pulled out his now-softening penis, and clumps of 'snot', just like last time, immediately flowed from Mom's slightly open opening. Mom breathed weakly for a few moments, looked at the old man's now-swelled penis, and smiled happily… Part

Four: Mom's Reward

(Part One)

Looking back on my three years of high school, there were many hardships, but also many joys. All of these joys came from my mother, because she loves me very much.

My mother gave birth to me at 25, and now she's almost 50. Time has left its merciless marks, but she's better maintained than most women in their 40s. She's slightly overweight, her breasts are a little saggy, and her lower abdomen protrudes slightly, but her skin is very good, and she has few wrinkles on her face.

At least in my eyes, she is the most beautiful mother in the world.

My family has a very good relationship; my parents are very harmonious. But I always feel that my mother is especially good to me, probably because I'm her flesh and blood, so naturally we're closer.

Since I started high school, the schoolwork has been very demanding, and the pressure has been immense. I often go to bed very late, and my mother always makes me drink a glass of warm milk before bed, saying it helps me sleep.

But I have a better method: masturbating before bed. Every time I ejaculate, I feel very tired, so I can fall asleep quickly and sleep very soundly. As for the objects of my fantasies while masturbating, they are mostly celebrities, such as Kelly Chen, Twins, or others. But one night I dreamed of having sex with my mother and even had a wet dream. From then on, my mother became my masturbation object; none of those so-called celebrities could compare to my dearest mother.

My first year of high school passed quickly while I was fantasizing about my mother. In my second year, I was placed in the humanities class, and the girls in my class were always chattering, which gave me a deeper understanding of my mother's mature beauty. My masturbation became even more frequent.

Because I was constantly thinking about my mother's body, my grades plummeted. The teacher invited my father to the school, hoping the parents would cooperate to find the reason for my declining grades, since I had a good chance of getting into a top university.

After my father came back, he discussed it with my mother and didn't say much to me, only telling me to focus on my studies. I think they had no idea what I was thinking, but I still deeply felt their concern and love. Especially my mother, I saw nothing but love in her eyes.

From then on, I tried hard to study, but I couldn't break the habit of masturbating at night because I loved my mother too much.

One night in the second semester of my junior year, my father was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room. My mother was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't help but take out my mother's picture and masturbate again. The picture was one I had taken of my mother at home not long ago. My mother was smiling in the picture, and I looked at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moving rapidly inside my pants.

Just then, my mother pushed the door open and came in. My desk was facing away from the door, so I didn't know and continued. But when I heard that familiar voice ask in surprise, "What are you doing?", I had already ejaculated, panting. I turned around and saw my mother's surprised and slightly angry expression. I was terrified and didn't know what to say.

Of course, my mother knew what I was doing, but when she saw her photo on the table, her face turned red, all the way to her ears. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she said, "Go and clean yourself up." I practically ran to the bathroom, took out my penis, and wiped it clean, but I hadn't brought my underwear in, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear as well.

When I returned to my room, my mother was sitting on my bed. Seeing me come in, she beckoned me to sit next to her and then gently asked, "Do you often do this?"

I replied, "Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?"

My mother smiled and said, "How could I be? Mom knows you're all grown up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent, it'll hurt your health."

Seeing that my mother wasn't angry, my heart immediately relaxed. Mom asked again, "Why are you taking Mom's picture?"

I answered hesitantly, "I love Mom so much, so I think about you all the time."

"Silly child, what are you thinking? I'm your mother. Besides, doing this will affect your studies. Don't do it again, understand?"

"Okay, I know." Then, Mom said those words that I still remember vividly: "Good child, you must study hard. Mom is counting on you. As long as you study hard, if you have any difficulties, Mom will help you solve them." I looked into Mom's eyes and immediately understood what she meant.

I said, "Mom, don't worry, I will listen to you. Just wait for my good news." From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating, but I would take out Mom's picture to look at every night. Hard work pays off. At the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade, and even the teacher was surprised by my progress. The whole family was even happier. Dad specially allowed me to drink, but he got drunk before I did.

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My mother and I helped my father to the bedroom to lie down. He kept saying, "Good...good son, well done!" My mother and I went back to the dining table, and I asked, "Mom, is Dad alright?" "Him? He always thinks he's still young, but he can't even outdrink his son."

Actually, I was a little tipsy at that time, and without thinking, I asked, "Mom, I did well on the test this time, what prize do you have?" My mother understood what I meant. She glared at me and said, "Go to your room." I suppressed my wildly beating heart and went back to my room. My mother followed me in and locked the door.

She walked to my side, made me lie down, and then gently pulled down my pants. My penis was already "offering its spear," and now that it was free from the constraints of my pants, it was naturally standing tall and straight. My mother looked at it for a while and said, "My son has really grown up. Close your eyes." I immediately obediently closed my eyes, and I could feel my mother's hand touching my penis. It was so soft and comfortable.

Then Mom started slowly stroking me. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it felt much better than when I did it myself. I started moaning and secretly opened my eyes to look at Mom. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at me lovingly. The thought that my mother was helping me masturbate excited me immensely. I

ejaculated in no time. Because I wasn't prepared, I ejaculated everywhere. I looked at Mom a little embarrassed. She scolded me, "You're still just a child." After saying that, she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat. She then helped me put on my pants and asked, "Was it good?"

"It felt so good, Mom! Will you help me again?" "As long as you study hard and make Mom proud, how could Mom not want to make my good son feel good?" After saying that, she quickly kissed me on the cheek and left. I lay there, feeling weak all over, feeling so comfortable that I didn't want to move at all, and I fell asleep.

The next morning, Dad said while eating breakfast, "You did well on the exam this time. Since it's summer vacation anyway, let your mom take a few days off to take you on a trip. Next semester you'll be a senior in high school, and then you won't have time to rest." I glanced at Mom happily. Mom was looking at me too, and she blushed and immediately turned away. I think she must have been thinking about what happened last night, and we were going on a trip together for several days!

We went to Qingdao, not with a tour group, but to make our own arrangements, which was more flexible. After getting off the plane, we checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, near the sea, in a beautiful setting. Since it was just the two of us, we only booked a standard room. We could see the sea from the window. It was my first time at the beach, and I was so excited that I didn't notice Mom's slightly downcast expression.

But at dinner, I noticed and asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, maybe it's just from the flight." Although Mom said that, I knew it wasn't because of that. I realized my selfish behavior; how could I only think of my own happiness and forget about Mom?

I decided to correct my mistake through action. I chatted with my mom, cracking jokes and constantly putting her favorite dishes on her plate. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally very happy. After dinner, back in our room, my mom said she was going to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. When she finished showering and came out, I saw that the two single beds that were originally separate had been moved together, making it look like a double bed.

She asked me in surprise why, and I replied, "I haven't slept with Mom for so many years, I want to sleep with Mom tonight." Mom laughed and said, "You're still so young! You're so big and you still want to sleep with Mom? Aren't you ashamed?" "Not ashamed at all! I'll always be Mom's little child, and little children are supposed to sleep with their mothers."

"Okay then, but don't move around too much, and don't have any bad thoughts." "Yes, I promise!" After saying that, I ran to take a shower and crawled into bed wearing only my underwear. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had air conditioning, so I needed a thin blanket.

As soon as I lay down, I smelled the fragrance on Mom's body. It wasn't the smell of soap, but a special scent that I couldn't describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to Mom.

Mom was wearing a one-piece bathrobe, which felt like silk against her skin, but I wanted to be even closer to her skin, because that would feel even more comfortable. I whispered, "Mom, can I hug you?" Mom was lying with her back to me. After a few seconds, she said okay. I tentatively placed my left hand on her waist. It was so soft. Although it didn't have the curves of a young girl's, the fullness felt wonderful. After a while

, seeing that Mom didn't object, I moved my hand towards her lower abdomen. There was even more flesh there, and I could feel a warmth even through her robe. As I was touching her, Mom pressed my hand down and said, "Just leave your hand there, don't move."

I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis pressing against her buttocks. Mom's buttocks were so full. I shifted my body so that my penis was pressed against her buttocks cleft, because that was where I felt most comfortable.

I felt my mother's body trembling. I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" "A little. Just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" My right hand was uncomfortable under her body, so I simply reached under her neck and hugged her. My mother seemed to groan a little, but didn't say anything.

I hugged my mother very tightly, my penis pressed against her, enjoying it. My mother gradually stopped trembling, and her body slowly softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly. Perhaps because she was too tired from the flight, we fell asleep like that, hugging each other.

(III)

The next morning, I woke up very early because I needed to pee. When I opened my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my mother curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right hand around my waist. This excited me greatly.

Looking at my mother sleeping soundly, she had both a mature charm and a girlish beauty, which greatly shocked me and made my penis swell up like iron.

I was afraid of waking my mother, but I was so impulsive that I gently moved my body and brought my mouth closer to her lips. When I was only about two centimeters away, my mother suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds, then my mother laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to ambush your mother?"

I smiled sheepishly, but I wasn't giving up. I pleaded, "Mom, just let me kiss you, just once." My mother looked at me intently for a while, then closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit consent, so I imitated the way I'd seen kissing on TV, slowly bringing my mouth closer and gently kissing my mother's full lips.

I just kissed my mother's lips like that, not knowing what a real kiss was like, just imitating, so apart from the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything special. Just then, my mother's mouth slightly opened, and I mischievously stuck my tongue deep inside, wanting to startle her.

Little did I know what it would be like once it was inside. My mother's mouth was wet and slippery. When my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock came from the tip of my tongue. Naturally, I wasn't going to let such pleasure pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. At first, my mother tried to dodge, but there was nowhere to hide. She was tightly wrapped and sucked by my tongue.

After a long, long time, my mother pushed me away, panting heavily, and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" I had tasted the sweetness and begged, "Mom, please, again. It's my first kiss, you have to let me enjoy it." My mother murmured, "First time, first kiss, first time." I kissed her again. This time I improved. I sucked my mother's fragrant tongue into my mouth and slowly savored it. My mother was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss.

After kissing for who knows how long, my tongue became a little numb, so I withdrew. My mother must have been exhausted long ago, as she was breathing softly beside me. A little while later, Mom sat up and said to me, "You little rascal, you've exhausted me. Even your dad doesn't kiss me for this long."

I laughed and said, "Dad can kiss me every day, but I only get this chance now." Mom smiled and got up to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still lying in bed and said, "Get up, my lazy son." "No, I want Mom to pull me up," I said coquettishly.

Mom reluctantly bent down to pull me up, and just then, I saw Mom's breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. I was stunned. They were so big and white, and it seemed like she wasn't wearing a bra... Seeing my strange expression, Mom hesitated for a moment, then immediately realized why and turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I muttered to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely." I sat up, put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and said, "Mom, I want... I want to see."

"No, we're mother and son, this won't do."

"Then why did you help me that time?"

"That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already gone astray, we can't continue down that path."

"Mom's breasts are for me to breastfeed, aren't they? I even suckled on them when I was little. Besides, look at me..." I turned my mother around so she could see my erect penis.

My mother stared at my lower body, silent for a long time. I stared at her, pleading, "Mom, please, please." I saw my mother biting her lip, nodding slightly as if shaking her head. I couldn't bear this situation any longer. I don't know where I got the courage, but I reached out and touched the shoulder strap of my mother's pajamas. Just as I pulled the right shoulder strap down to her upper arm, my mother grabbed my hand and said, "Idiot, this won't do."

Then she got up and went to the bathroom. I was utterly disappointed and collapsed onto the bed. But Mom quickly came out, her pajamas already off, which she held to her chest. I was incredibly excited and moved. So that's what Mom meant when she said it wouldn't work that way; I was so stupid.

Mom came over and sat on the edge of the bed, not saying a word, just looking at me. I was incredibly nervous, my hands trembling as I reached out. As I touched the pajamas, I also touched Mom's chest. At that moment, I saw Mom's eyes close. Her hand tightened only for a second, and the pajamas were pulled down.

At that moment, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life: a pair of full breasts, round and firm, slightly sagging but still standing tall. The brown areolas accentuated the round, lustrous nipples. Although I had never seen other women's breasts, I was certain these were the most beautiful in the world. Mom's hands seemed to have nowhere to go; she tried to cover her chest, but she couldn't hide this beautiful sight. Her shy expression was absolutely captivating.

It took me a long time to finally pull my gaze away from those bulges. My mother was wearing white underwear, probably cotton, a very ordinary style, similar to my boxer shorts. The rest of her body was completely naked, her snow-white skin dazzlingly white. Because we were so close, I could almost see the pores on her skin. I looked at every part of my mother's body—breasts, shoulders, abdomen, thighs—it was overwhelming. I felt she had the most beautiful body in the world; I couldn't find any other words to describe it.

My mother, seeing my stunned expression, said coquettishly (to me, it sounded like coquettishness), "Haven't you seen enough?"

"Not enough, not enough! I can never get enough of someone this beautiful."

"You're so cheeky." I looked up at my mother. She seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes darting away, looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect penis and asked with concern, "Is it uncomfortable?"

I seemed to cry out from the bottom of my heart, "Yes!"

My mother said lovingly, "How pitiful."

I hurriedly asked, "Mom, can you do it like last time?"

My mother looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you would take advantage of me. Let me go put on my clothes." How could I let her go? I grabbed her hand and pressed it onto my penis.

She tried to struggle, but I persisted, and she gave up after a while. She carefully helped me take off my underwear and placed her hand on my burning hot penis. She seemed not to have expected it to be so hot, and pulled her hand back for a moment, but immediately grabbed it again. Gently stroking it, I felt like I was flying to the clouds again. I couldn't help but pull my mother over, put my arm around her shoulder, and kiss her on the lips. My mother had just said, "Don't touch me like that," when her beautiful red lips were sealed by mine.

Since I was lying down, and my mother's left hand was masturbating me, when I kissed her, she was almost lying on top of me. I pulled her close to me, and finally, her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I almost suffocated. A softness I had never felt before spread rapidly from my chest throughout my body. I simply pulled my mother down onto me, making full contact with her chest.

I was sucking on my mother's fragrant tongue, her full breasts were pressed against my chest, and I could even feel her nipples pressing against me. Below, my mother's small hand was stroking me. This three-pronged stimulation made me feel almost out of my mind.

Soon, I reached the climax. Perhaps having learned from her previous experience, my mother knew I was about to ejaculate. She struggled to break free from my mouth, grabbed a piece of cloth-like material, and placed it on my penis, while her hand continued to stroke me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of things spurted out.

When I came to my senses from the intense stimulation after ejaculation, I saw my mother looking at me with those loving eyes again, but it seemed different from before. There was a change in that love, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then I looked again and realized that the cloth-like material was actually my mother's pajamas. There was a lot of thick semen on it, emitting a strong smell, and there was also a lot on Mom's hands.

When Mom saw that I was awake, she laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, you've made Mom's pajamas so dirty..."

I said apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry, let me wash it for you."

"Who said you had to wash it?" Looking at the way Mom spoke, I felt that it was the same way she often spoke to Dad, with a kind of flirtatious air. Could it be...

(IV)

Mom went into the bathroom and put on some clothes, of course not the pajamas, but another one. When she came out and saw that I was still lying naked on the bed, she quickly avoided looking at me and said, "Little darling, aren't you going to put on some clothes?" Seeing that she was shy, I was too embarrassed to make her feel awkward anymore, so I quickly put on my clothes and asked, "Mom, where are we going to play today?"

Mom thought for a moment and said, "Let's go shopping in the morning and go swimming at the beach in the afternoon, okay?"

"Hooray!" Mom and I went to the Qingdao People's Department Store because Mom didn't bring a swimsuit, so we had to buy one.

I suggested buying a bikini, but Mom disagreed, saying she was too old for a bikini and it would be embarrassing. I replied that Mom had such a great figure, it would be a shame not to wear one. As I

said this, Mom looked at me shyly, while I smiled smugly. When we got to the counter, the saleswoman, seeing the mother and son buying bikinis, said, "Ma'am, you're so lucky to have such a filial son." Mom was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.

After buying the swimsuit, Mom seemed to lose interest in shopping. Eager to see her in a bikini, I dragged her to grab a quick bite and then to the beach not far from our hotel. It wasn't crowded, but the water was relatively clean.

When I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the sand, under the bright sunshine, I saw a beautiful woman standing on the beach in a bikini, her long hair styled in a bun, which accentuated the length and elegance of her neck.

Her full, curvaceous figure was even more alluring in her bikini. That was my mother.

Seeing me staring at her blankly again, she knew I was up to something, so she sat down to stop me from looking so openly. I sat down beside her and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful." My mother didn't speak, gazing thoughtfully at the undulating sea. I didn't know what she was thinking; maybe she was thinking about Dad, maybe…maybe she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of this morning, just like me.

I took my mother's hand and led her towards the beach. She didn't say anything, letting me hold her hand as we walked towards the water.

We swam slowly. My mother had taught me to swim, but she seemed a little distracted. A wave crashed over her, and she choked on water, her strokes becoming erratic. I quickly grabbed her. At seventeen, I was tall and strong. I held my mother's waist, trying to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," as we swam back.

Once ashore, I helped my mother sit down. She leaned on my shoulder, seemingly exhausted, coughing up the seawater she had swallowed. Looking at her face, red from the water, I felt a pang of heartache. I pulled her into my arms, letting her head rest on my chest, and patted her shoulder to comfort her.

After a while, she recovered, suddenly realizing she was leaning on my chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, looking at me. Now I knew her blush wasn't from the water, but from being against her son's chest. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. I said, "Mom, let's go back. The sun's strong today; we don't want you to get a tan." My mother smiled and agreed.

Because we changed our plans, we didn't get back to the hotel until after 2 PM, still early for dinner, and not enough time to go out again. We had no choice but to rest in the room. After showering and changing, my mother and I sat in the room, unsure what to say. To break the awkward silence, my mother suggested watching TV.

I turned on the TV and saw that the hotel's closed-circuit television was playing an American blockbuster. A couple was having sex; the footage wasn't explicit, but it was beautifully shot, though everyone knew it was sex. My mother was embarrassed to watch, but I had the remote, and I watched intently, finding it beautiful.

Finally, the sex scene on TV ended, and the protagonists started a gunfight and chase. I lost interest and turned to look at my mother. She had just showered, her hair still wet and draped over her shoulders, and her rosy lips reminded me of our passionate encounter that morning. I jumped over and sat beside her, kissing her.

My mother didn't flinch, letting me kiss her lips. But I kissed her too hard, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the bed. This was unexpected, of course, but I reacted quickly, pressing my entire upper body against hers.

Even through her clothes, I could feel the protrusion of her breasts, a sensation different from that of the morning.

I began exploring my mother's mouth, and after several attempts, I finally captured her tongue, and we began to intertwine and suckle. At first, my mother passively let me suckle, but slowly, she began to respond, her tongue skillfully touching my tongue and lips. This skillful kiss was naturally better than my recklessness, and for a moment we were both intoxicated. After kissing

for who knows how long, I felt my mother's body getting warm, and then I remembered that there were still many places on my mother's body waiting for me to explore. So I started kissing my mother's face, then her neck, and my mother's breathing gradually became more heavy.

Because I had stained her one-piece nightgown, my mother was wearing another set of nightgowns. When I impatiently lifted my mother's top, I found that she was wearing a black bra. The snow-white skin paired with the black bra was indeed a strikingly alluring contrast.

I reached out to lift the bra, but it was tightly closed, and there were no clasps, leaving me at a loss.

Knowing I was helpless, Mom pushed me away, took off her shirt, and reached behind her back. Her bra suddenly sagged, and I realized the clasp was in the back. I quickly took the bra off for her and then pressed her back onto the bed.

I held her heaving breasts like precious treasures, gently squeezing them. Seeing no adverse reaction from Mom, I started playing with them. One hand couldn't hold her full breasts, so I used both hands to knead one breast at a time.

Watching her breasts change shape in my hands was incredibly stimulating. Looking at her reddish-brown nipple, I couldn't resist kissing it. But when I took her nipple into my mouth, she trembled. I began to suckle passionately, as if nursing. Mom stroked my head, and it felt like we were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that Mom's breasts were dry, and the son suckling was now an adult with a hard penis.

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