[Urban] Mother and Child Concentration Camp (Complete) - 24

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Seventeen. I've seen my mother's nude photos.

I'm over 30 years old this year, and there's something that's been weighing on my mind for many years. I've never dared to tell anyone, and I have no one to talk to. Thanks to the internet, I can write this down.

This extremely secret thing is that I've seen my mother's nude photos. I'm over 30 years old this year. My mother graduated from a relatively well-known university in Beijing in the mid-1960s and was later assigned to a unit to do scientific research. At that time, she was considered a highly educated person. My father also graduated from the same university; they were classmates and met in school.

Here's what happened: I first became curious about sex when I was in the third grade of elementary school. I can't remember the exact year, but it was around 1978 or 1979. At that time, our house was small, with only one bedroom. Perhaps because they thought I was still young, I slept with my parents in the big bed at night.

One night, the sounds of them doing things woke me up. I vaguely saw my father on top of my mother. My mother was just breathing, not making a sound. Perhaps because I was sleeping next to her, and because it was winter and cold, they were both covered with blankets, so I couldn't see anything except the blankets moving up and down.

Later, around winter vacation, I was doing my homework at home. My desk was one of those old-fashioned office desks with a large drawer on the left and three drawers on the right. I accidentally pulled one open and found the large drawer unlocked.

Curious, I opened it and found several photo albums inside. Flipping through them, I felt my blood rush to my head. They were full of nude photos of my mother, all black and white. Some were of her taking a bath, some were lying in bed, and some were standing in a room. Next to them were labels like "Photo taken at 27" and "Photo taken at 30."

After seeing them, I felt completely dizzy and terrified that they would be discovered, so I quickly put them back. But later, it became like an addiction; I couldn't forget it and always wanted to look at it again. However, I couldn't find the key, and I couldn't rely on my dad forgetting to lock the drawer again, so I was very anxious.

Then, a brilliant idea struck me. I discovered that the first drawer on the right next to the locked one was connected

to the top drawer, leaving a gap of about an inch wide—just big enough for my hand to fit through. I tried reaching in, and I actually got the photo album. Later, I would secretly take it out to look at it whenever I had the chance, until I was in the second year of junior high school. During that time, the number of photos kept increasing. After looking at it for a while, I noticed a pattern: roughly every two or three years on my mother's birthday, my dad would go to bed early with my mother, and a few days later I would find new nude photos of my mother in the drawer. I thought my dad was taking pictures of her on her birthday.

Later, as I grew older, my hands got bigger, and I couldn't reach in anymore, so I had to give up.

Later, during a high school holiday, I was incredibly bored. My dad was away on a business trip, so I secretly made a copy of the drawer key he had left behind. While my mom was at work, I opened the drawer and finally saw everything inside.

There were photo albums, other things like condoms, sex education books, and a notebook my dad kept detailing how my parents met, their premarital intimacy, and their first few sexual encounters after the wedding.

In the photo album next to it, I found some new photos I hadn't seen before. They were still mostly nude photos of my mom alone, but they were different from before. There were many close-ups of her genitals, and the poses were becoming increasingly lewd—some with her legs spread wide on the bed, some with her vulva spread open, and she was smiling seductively at the camera. There were dozens of photos in total, but they were all black and white, developed by my dad himself.

My dad bought the developing and processing chemicals, photographic paper, and a homemade simple film enlarger. I used to look at the negatives frequently, and even secretly watched my mom shower, but I couldn't see anything clearly—just a dark blur, not as clear as a photograph.

Later, when we moved, I secretly took a few negatives and kept them until now. My mom is now over 50, and I've basically seen her figure from when she was 28 until now.

I know it's wrong, but like a drug addiction, I always tell myself it's the last time I'll look, and afterward I feel guilty and regretful, but soon I desperately want to look again. The psychological pressure is quite significant. Fortunately, I've mostly recovered now and haven't looked anymore.

Let me mention some more details. When I was 12, I was assigned a two-bedroom apartment. My bedroom was connected to my parents' by a small square window. I once tried to watch them make love, and even tried looking through that window, but they didn't turn on the lights, so I couldn't see anything clearly.

My mother was fairly attractive, above average by the standards of the time, and her figure was decent. From the photos, she didn't have much pubic hair; most of it was on the top of her head, with a little on the sides of her labia.

Her labia majora were quite full, almost completely covering her labia minora; you could only see two narrow slits. Unless she manually spread her vulva, you could only see a thin slit, suggesting it was quite tight and comfortable back then.

Later, in photos taken when she was in her forties, perhaps because she had become more open, her poses were very provocative, including some with her buttocks facing the camera. Close-ups from behind showed very clear details, and her father had probably shaved off all her pubic hair, leaving it bald and quite cute.

Areas previously hidden by pubic hair were now clearly visible. However, her figure had started to change; she had gained weight around her abdomen, and her breasts weren't as firm as they were in her twenties or thirties. Photos taken while she was lying in bed looked better, but these flaws became more apparent in standing photos. Still relying on her hands? How can that bring pleasure? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... with a controlled and irresistible feel! Click to enter

and let me tell you what happened back then.

It was early July 1984. That day, the company told everyone that the internal closed-circuit television would be showing the Hong Kong martial arts film "The Treasure Hunt in the Frontier" that night. Cultural life was relatively poor at the time, and showing videos was a major entertainment event. We especially loved watching Hong Kong kung fu movies. Because cultural control was still quite strict, the videos were shown very late, starting at 11 pm.

That night, after our whole family took a shower, since it was before bedtime and no outsiders were expected to visit, we dressed casually. My dad and I were wearing shorts and tank tops, and my mom was wearing a t-shirt without a bra, shorts, and a skirt that she usually wore when doing housework, which reached her knees.

My family and I sat on the sofa watching TV. Back then, our TV was a 12-inch black and white one. We waited patiently until 11 pm for the show to start, and I watched with great interest. After only half an hour, my parents called me to bed because it was too late, I had school the next day, and final exams were coming up soon. I lingered for a while, but I couldn't stay in bed any longer, so I reluctantly went back to my room, closed the door, and prepared to sleep.

However, our old house wasn't soundproof at all. Lying in bed, I could hear the fighting and shouting coming from the TV in the next room. I was itching to go to sleep. Suddenly, I saw a light on the transom window, and a brilliant idea struck me. I remembered the high-end toy binoculars I had just bought. So, I quietly got up, took out the binoculars, and quietly climbed from the chair onto the high cabinet.

Haha, I could easily see the TV! Looking through the binoculars, although it wasn't as powerful as modern military binoculars, the room wasn't far away, so I could still see very clearly, as if the TV was right in front of me. And so, I started watching TV like that.

While watching TV, I would occasionally glance at my parents to see if they intended to come to my room so I could sneak back to bed early. I found they were also watching TV and showed no sign of getting up, so I felt even more comfortable watching.

Here's a brief description of my parents' physiques: my father was 1.72 meters tall and slightly overweight at the time; my mother was 1.58 meters tall and petite. They were already middle-aged in 1984.

About half an hour later, it was past midnight. The movie was nearing its end, about to enter the final showdown, when suddenly, I saw Dad get up. I was startled and was about to climb down from the high cabinet when I saw Dad walk to the door, close it, and lock it. Then he went to the window, first checking if the curtains were drawn properly, then went to the TV and turned the volume down so low I could barely hear it. He then went back to the bedroom, reached out and turned on the table lamp on the coffee table. The 40-watt bulb instantly brightened the room.

A thought struck me; I sensed something was off. I guessed they might be about to do something. Although I had spied on them before, it was always in the middle of the night when I heard noises. I could only see Dad moving on top of Mom, and the lighting was dim, not as bright as it was today. Plus, he had binoculars. A surge of excitement filled me; I prepared to get a good look this time.

After Dad finished doing all that, he leaned back against the bed, put his mouth close to Mom's ear, and whispered a few words. Mom chuckled a few times, then playfully punched Dad. Dad then reached his left hand behind Mom's back to her waist,

while his right hand slid up her thigh and reached under her skirt. Mom's right buttock lifted first, then her left. A moment later, Dad's right hand slid out and pulled down Mom's underwear. Mom lifted her leg slightly, letting Dad remove the underwear from her legs. Dad then casually tucked Mom's underwear into the corner of her vagina.

Then, his left hand continued to reach inside Mom's undershirt and caress her. I could only see Dad's hand moving inside the undershirt. After a while, Dad probably felt the undershirt was in the way, so he slowly pulled it up to Mom's neck, revealing her breasts. They were already slightly sagging, with two large, brown nipples set in the center. Dad's hand caressed her breasts, occasionally pinching the nipples with his thumb and forefinger, and sometimes putting his mouth to them.

I looked at Mom's expression and saw her making soft moaning sounds and swallowing hard. At this moment, Dad's right hand slowly slipped under Mom's skirt. I could only see the skirt moving. A little while later, Mom also reached into Dad's pants and began to caress him. Meanwhile, the TV was also showing a lively scene, and it seemed like they were matching the TV program. The more intense the scene on TV, the faster their hands moved; the more relaxed the scene on TV, the slower their hands moved.

Soon, Mom couldn't hold on any longer; her body went limp, and she leaned against Dad. Dad let her lie down on the bed, her head resting on his lap. With his left hand, he easily pulled off Mom's undershirt, and with his right hand, he lifted her skirt to her lower abdomen. He gently spread her legs, wide enough to fit a fist, and then placed his right hand over her genitals, stroking them up and down.

Mom's genitals were facing the wall with the air vent. I quickly aimed my binoculars at Mom's private parts. I had only seen them in photos before; I had never seen them in person.

Mom's pubic hair wasn't very thick, distributed in an inverted triangle at the top, with a few strands on the sides. Even so, it still looked like a dark mass, and I couldn't clearly see the details inside Mom's genitals.

Then, I saw my father's large hand frequently stroking my mother's genitals. Soon, he used his index and ring fingers to separate the pubic hair on both sides, and his middle finger slid up and down along the slit. Then, he slowly inserted his middle finger into my mother's vagina. My mother made a gurgling sound, but he didn't insert his finger all the way in, only to the first joint of his middle finger before withdrawing it. He kept going in and out like this, and soon the area became damp.

Then, my father whispered a few words in my mother's ear. At first, my mother shook her head and whispered, "No, what's so interesting? I've seen it so many times."

My father then said softly, "You never get tired of watching it, it's always new!"

He leaned down and whispered something in my mother's ear, while his finger moved in and out of my mother's vagina more tightly. Finally, my mother blushed and nodded slightly. My father seemed very happy and suddenly stood up, which startled me. I shrank back, thinking he was going to come over, but I saw my father lift my mother up by the waist and put her on the bed, still with her head facing the TV, and pull off her skirt.

By this time, Mom was completely naked, and the angle was even better for me. I was so happy! Then Dad took off his vest and underwear.

He went to the shelf where he kept odds and ends, took some things and put them on the coffee table. He turned around and turned off the TV, giving Mom a mischievous smile. Mom glared at him, turned her head away, and closed her eyes slightly.

I looked closely and saw that Dad had taken a razor, baby powder, a flashlight, and a roll of toilet paper. I saw Dad tear off a piece of toilet paper, then grab a towel from the armrest, go to the door, roll up the toilet paper, and spread Mom's legs wider. He first wiped Mom's genitals with the toilet paper to clean up the water, then took the towel and placed it under Mom's buttocks. He opened the tube of baby powder, dipped the sponge inside in the powder and applied it to Mom's genitals. Then he picked up the razor and carefully began to shave Mom's pubic hair.

As the razor moved, pubic hair mixed with powder fell off, and in no time it was clean. I felt a surge of excitement because I could see very clearly through the binoculars. My mother's vulva, after being shaved, was a deep reddish-brown color—I now knew that was the color of a mature woman. Her labia majora were very full, and I could clearly see the two thin labia minora inside. It looked quite tight inside, and it seemed so close, almost within reach—truly a smooth and wonderful thing.

After Dad finished shaving, he wrapped a towel in a ball and placed it on the bed. Then he pulled down a pillow and placed it under my mother's lower back. He then bent my mother's legs, with the soles of her feet flat on the bed, and spread them as wide as possible into an M shape. At the same time, he guided my mother's hands, letting her try to spread her vulva open herself. Then he took a flashlight and shone it on my mother's vulva, bringing his face close to observe carefully. This was a feast for my eyes too; everything was so clear. Of course, it was still slightly inferior to a photograph, but it was real, living flesh.

A moment later, I saw Dad insert his middle finger again and start stirring. Mom made "hmm, hmm" sounds and began to twist her body.

Then Dad leaned closer to Mom and began kissing her, moving downwards, kissing her left breast, then her right, then down her navel, finally reaching her genitals. Dad lifted Mom's legs and pressed them upwards as far as he could, so that her feet were above his head. Then he had Mom hold her legs with her hands and spread them apart.

At this point, Mom's genitals were completely facing upwards. Dad placed his hands on Mom's legs, buried his head between her legs, and began to lick her vulva, nodding up and down. I felt dizzy; this was something I had never seen before, it was so stimulating.

After licking for a while, I saw that Mom couldn't take it anymore. Her brows furrowed slightly, her head shook back and forth, her body trembled, and she desperately tried not to scream, making strange sounds in her throat. Finally, unable to support her legs with her hands, she had to lower them, spreading them wide apart so her father could continue licking her, making smacking sounds, like eating an ice pop.

Soon, her father gently pushed her, and she understood, turning over and kneeling on the bed, her elbows on the pillows, her buttocks raised high, allowing her father to lick her from behind. Her father placed his hands on her buttocks, using his thumbs to forcefully separate her labia majora, and then vigorously licked her, occasionally inserting

his tongue into her vagina, touching her clitoris with the tip. At this time, her buttocks swayed, drawing clockwise circles, and streams of fluid flowed out, which her father sucked into his mouth.

This continued for more than ten minutes until her father finally lifted his head and gently patted her buttocks. She then lay back down, this time on her side, moving slightly towards the edge of the bed, her left leg straight and her right leg bent, supporting her on the bed.

Dad moved to the bedside in front of the coffee table, raised his left leg and knelt on the bed, standing on his right leg. He held his already erect penis in his left hand and extended it in front of Mom. He held Mom's head with his right hand. Mom understood, so she turned her head, reached out her right hand and grasped Dad's penis, gesturing for Dad to let go of his penis. She stroked it a few

times, then opened her mouth and took Dad's penis into her mouth. She began to move her head back and forth, her tongue rolling, making "mmm, mmm" sounds.

Meanwhile, Dad's left hand wasn't idle either. He would pinch Mom's nipples, then squeeze her breasts so hard they deformed, and then reach down to touch her vulva, inserting his middle finger rapidly in and out.

Later, Dad frowned, perhaps sensing he was about to ejaculate. He quickly stopped Mom's head from moving, paused for a moment, rested, then withdrew his penis, rolled onto the bed, raised Mom's legs overhead, and used his penis to touch her genitals, thrusting left and right, then into her vulva, inserting halfway before immediately withdrawing.

He teased Mom like this, and she grew impatient, grabbing Dad's penis and hurriedly trying to shove it into her vagina, saying, "Faster, faster..." At

this moment, Dad smiled slightly, then suddenly thrust in. Mom let out a soft "Ah," seemingly completely relaxed, letting Dad ride her. Dad released Mom's legs, and Mom naturally wrapped them around his waist.

Dad then straddled Mom and began thrusting. His penis slowly withdrew, then plunged in again, back and forth for a long time. The thrusting became faster and faster, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, mixed with the wet, slippery sounds and Mom's indistinct moans. Finally, Dad suddenly jerked, collapsing onto Mom and remaining still, his semen shooting into her vagina in spurts, reaching his climax.

A moment later, Mom pushed Dad away, and he lay down beside her. Mom's legs were spread wide, and the white, cloudy semen slowly flowed from her vagina. Dad reached for some tissues on the coffee table and handed them to Mom. Mom sat up, carefully wiping her genitals, then lay back down. Dad turned off the lamp, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

I quietly climbed down from the high cabinet and returned to bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. My mind was filled with the scene from earlier. I don't know how long it took before I finally drifted off to sleep...

Postscript:

It took me an afternoon and half an evening to finally finish writing this. I should clarify that this article contains parts of my imagination. The parts up to when Mom was giving Dad oral sex are all true, but I didn't see the actual penetration.

The reason is that back in the 1980s, I had never even heard of oral sex, let alone seen it. Suddenly seeing my parents doing that made me dizzy. I just thought Dad was disgusting, actually licking Mom's private parts, and Mom was so lewd. How could I laugh at something like that?

Later, I didn't dare to look anymore, so I quietly climbed down and went back to bed. But after a while, I couldn't resist and climbed up again to look. The second time I went up, I accidentally bumped the mirror on the high cabinet as soon as I stood up, making a sound. The noise wasn't loud, but it terrified me. Moreover, through the air vent, I saw Mom suddenly open her eyes and look towards the air vent, as if she was making eye contact with me. I was so scared that I quickly slid down and returned to bed, too afraid to look anymore, my heart filled with unease.

Nothing happened the next day. Looking back, the sound was probably very soft, only loud in the quiet of the night, and they didn't hear it at all. As for my mother's glance, now that I think about it, her gaze seemed dazed and confused; perhaps it was just an unconscious action during a moment of passion.

I did see my mother's vulva through the binoculars, but it was definitely not as clear as in the photos, given the distance and the fact that my father's hands and head often blocked it. Therefore, the detailed observation of my mother's vulva described in the text is something I added based on details from the photos. Everything else is true, and I hope you won't call me a pervert. I also hope to start a discussion so that others with similar experiences can write about them, and we can exchange ideas.
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2004.01.06 Evening at home

Attached is a poem my father wrote for my mother. I finally found it today. It was hidden in a rather secret place and not easy to find. Because I have looked at the photo album countless times, I still remember the photos that accompanied the poems clearly.

Fish and Water Collection (Recalling the joys of three years of marriage, written as ten heptasyllabic quatrains)

I. Remembering the

past, we traveled together at this time,

Today we part and guard an empty house.

Three years have passed in a flash like a dream,

Stirring up the threads of emotion that entwine the empty axis.

The tender feelings are still vivid in my mind,

The whispered words flow in my heart.

Remember the loneliness of parting,

love each other until old age.

(The accompanying photo shows the mother fully dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed, the curtains of the window behind her not drawn,

sunlight streaming directly into the room.)

II. First Joy

: Separated from the capital, we met again,

agreeing to consummate our marriage in Shenyang.

Unable to bear the day's journey,

we first tried lovemaking at her home.

She cried out in pain, shrinking back against the bed rails,

her urethra bursting against the dome.

The first try was delightful,

leaving a sticky, red stain.

(The accompanying photo shows the mother on the edge of the bed, completely naked, one foot on the bed rail, standing on one leg, presenting

her genitals to the camera, smiling.)

III. Her jade-like

body lay across the entrance to her cave,

spring's passion irresistible.

No silver needle could compare to the beauty of a fleshy needle,

inserted into the opening, her whole body felt soft.

To increase the sensuality, she moved frequently,

adding waves of pleasure.

Holding her tightly, she only regretted not being one with her,

panting and praising the comfort.

(The accompanying photo shows the mother lying naked on a single bed, legs slightly apart, with a thick patch of hair between her legs, and

a thin slit vaguely visible.)

IV. A nightmare awakens her

from the quiet of the night, a nightmare haunts her, and she cries out. He touches her face and embraces her shoulder, soothing her, gently patting her to dispel her fear. She opens her eyes to see her husband leaning against her, and suddenly feels emboldened and at ease. She straddles him, curls up, and stays with him until dawn. (The accompanying photo is a close-up of the mother's genitals.) V. She lies supine on the bed, legs slightly raised, the door fully exposed, waiting for her lover. Once so fierce and valiant, why does she now roam freely outside the cave? Tired from days of battle, she uses her hand to squeeze the tip of his erect penis. Touching the itchy spot, she chuckles, her bones soften and her penis shrinks, her passion still lingering. (The accompanying photo shows the mother lying on the bed, legs spread wide apart in a standing position, soles of feet flat on the bed, forming an "M" shape, clearly showing her genitals covered with a tuft of inverted triangular hair.) VI. Intimacy all day long, yet still not enough; jokingly saying the older they get, the clingier they become. Bathing together, rubbing each other's chests and backs; undressing each other before bed. Holding each other naked while urinating; head as a pillow, stroking each other's breasts. I touch you, holding you with boundless joy.

The water was dripping wet.

(The accompanying photo is of Mom taking a bath.)

VII. Observing closely

the summer night, I lay on her icy skin,

my face pressed against her jade-like skin, sleepiness vanished.

I buried my head between my legs, a shameful act,

but what harm is there in observing my beautiful wife?

Her sparse mound was without a stem, her

small lips were exceptionally long.

Petals remained at the entrance,

the flower's core still gushing forth the nectar of a beautiful woman.

(The accompanying photo shows Mom sitting on the bed, her upper body clothed, but her lower body naked, her legs spread apart

, her hands parting her labia.)

VIII.

Unexpectedly, the finger pressed, and I regretted it too late;

miscarriage and weakness led to many taboos.

To prevent infection, I hadn't been able to have sex for a long time,

twenty days of unhappiness and anxiety.

I happily called for clean hands to press with two fingers,

inserting them deep into the outer wall of her labia.

I added pressure with both hands, but felt it wasn't enough,

my brows furrowed slightly, and I felt joy in my heart.

(The accompanying photo shows Mom lying on the bed, taken from behind.)

IX. Pinching the acupoints,

I removed her clothes and embraced her,

our breaths connected, our abdominal muscles touching.

It wasn't like a torrential downpour,

but rather like a gentle spring breeze.

The fingers pinched the kidney points, causing a tingling and numb sensation;

the palms stroked the three meridians, bringing a smile to the face.

Willing to cure the back pain of her beloved,

she ignored the aching arms and sweat. (Accompanied by a close-up of the mother's vulva, with the father's hand spreading it open, revealing wet traces.) Ten, a secret try: Having heard of past nighttime encounters, she suspected dreaming of them, and then, during a passionate penetration, she was completely unaware. Curious, she wanted to try it herself, wondering what the sensations of yin and yang intercourse would be like. Quietly, she removed her coat and covered herself with a towel, her legs slightly bent and raised to the sides. Just as she was about to enter, her semen was about to ejaculate, so she sought another opportunity to taste it. (The accompanying photo shows the mother curled up on the bed, her buttocks facing the camera, her vulva faintly visible from behind, and half of the father's finger inserted into her vagina.) The previous text recounted how, as a child, she accidentally found her father's drawer and discovered the secret of him taking nude photos of her mother, and how, during middle school, she secretly witnessed her parents' intercourse. However, she hadn't seen such a scene since then, partly because she had entered her second year of high school, and her family was doing everything they could to ensure her success in the college entrance examination. The college entrance exam back then was much more rigorous than it is now, and there was even a preliminary exam—a provincial exam first, and only those who passed had the opportunity to participate in the national exam. Therefore, my parents didn't have the elaborate foreplay they had back then. Of course, they still did it occasionally at night, about twice a week, always after I was asleep. I often heard them moaning and panting, and I even secretly climbed up and peeked from the cupboard. I could vaguely see them moving under the covers, or my father on top of my mother, but because it was dark and the lights weren't on, I couldn't see clearly, and the memories faded. Soon the college entrance exam began, and I passed both the preliminary and final exams smoothly, getting into a university in another province. After the first semester, I went home for a short winter break, with a spring break in between, and quickly returned to school. After my first year, I went home for summer vacation, which lasted about two months. Summer is truly a tempting season. At the beginning of summer vacation, everything was normal. I slept until nine or ten o'clock every morning, then wandered around outside for a bit, ate lunch, and then took a nap. I spent my days idly, and the days passed by one by one. Before I knew it, it was August, and the weather was even hotter. One day at lunchtime, Dad told us he had to go on a business trip for about 20 days. That evening, he packed his clothes and left the next morning, leaving Mom and me at home. The first few days were the same as usual, but as the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lustful desires." With nothing to do during the day, I started to have all sorts of wild thoughts. Suddenly, I remembered Dad's secret drawer. I wondered if Mom's photos were still there, so I searched everywhere for the key he had left behind. Finally, I found it in the bedside table. It was almost lunchtime , and Mom would be home soon. I put the key back, waited for her to come home, ate a quick lunch, and lay in bed waiting for her to leave for work in the afternoon. After hearing her leave, I waited a while longer, until she was far away. Then, I jumped out of bed, took out the key, opened the drawer, and lo and behold, the photo album was still there! I was thrilled. I took out the album and started looking through it, having plenty of time to appreciate it slowly. The beginning was mostly the same photos I'd seen before, with accompanying poems next to them. But as I flipped to the back, I found many new photos, more daring and revealing in pose, and taken from different angles. Finally, there were three enlarged photos, each taking up an entire page. The first was taken from below, with Mom standing on the bed with her legs spread, and Dad lying between them, looking up at her. The second was from above, with Mom lying on the bed, her hands holding her legs high above her head, her index fingers parting her labia. The third was from a normal angle, with Mom standing on one leg by the bed, the other on the edge, her hips thrust forward. Looking at them made my blood boil, and my penis unconsciously started to lubricate. For the next few days, I secretly took them out to look at them, but gradually I felt unsatisfied. The photos never seemed lifelike, and being black and white, I always wanted to see what the real photos looked like. Finally, one night, after my mother fell asleep, I quietly slipped into her room. I had just lifted the blanket covering her when she suddenly turned over, scaring me so much I quickly ran back to my room and didn't dare move again. Lying in bed, I racked my brains, wondering what to do… Hmm… I had an idea. The next day, I went to the hospital and got a three-day supply of sleeping pills, but I didn't know how effective they would be, so I decided to test it . The first night, I set my alarm for 9 a.m. and took one pill. I didn't wake up until the alarm rang quite a while ago; I felt like I slept very soundly. But I wasn't entirely reassured, so the next night before bed, I gave her a slightly higher dose and told her to wake me before she left for work, still setting the alarm for 9 a.m. The next day, I didn't wake up until almost 10 a.m., having completely missed the alarm. When my mother came home at noon, she told me she had called me several times and even nudged me, but I hadn't woken up. She asked if I was feeling unwell, and I said I was fine, but secretly I was pleased. Finally, Saturday arrived. I chose Saturday because I was worried Mom wouldn't be able to get up for work on weekdays, and she usually gets up late on Sundays, making it harder to notice anything amiss. Plus, there was plenty of time in the evening. That night, I crushed one and a half pills into powder, put it in Mom's water cup, stirred it, and watched her drink it while watching TV. Then came the long wait. Around 11 pm, Mom got sleepy, and we went to our respective rooms to sleep. I lay in bed with my eyes open, listening intently. Finally, I heard Mom's soft snoring. I waited a while longer, until midnight, then got up, grabbed the small flashlight I had prepared, and went to Mom's bedroom. I turned on the flashlight and saw Mom lying on her back, fast asleep, a corner of a blanket draped around her waist. I called out softly a few times, but there was no response. I mustered up my courage and pushed it with my hand, but it didn't even budge. I pushed it a little harder, but it still didn't move. So I relaxed, turned around and turned on the wall lamp. The dim light scattered out, which seemed bright enough to my eyes that had just been peering in the dark.

After waiting a few more seconds and seeing that Mom didn't react to the light, I reached out with slightly trembling hands and slowly lifted the towel blanket off Mom's body to the side. Then, very gently, very slowly, I pulled up her undershirt, revealing her breasts. Because she was lying down, her breasts didn't appear saggy, and two dark nipples, the size of grapes,

were set on them.

I ran my right little finger along the areola of Mom's left breast, making circles, and slowly moved it to the nipple. I gently pinched the nipple with my thumb and forefinger, and soon the left nipple swelled up. I placed my hand on her entire breast; it felt soft to the touch.

Then my attention shifted to Mom's genitals. She was wearing light pink panties, and because she had turned over in bed a few times, the crotch no longer tightly covered her genitals, leaving a gap about a finger's width, with a few dark pubic hairs faintly visible on both sides.

I pinched the crotch between my index and middle fingers and gently lifted it to one side, finally revealing Mom's vulva. It was vivid, lively, and three-dimensional, incomparable to what I had seen in the black and white photograph. With a determined heart, I slowly turned my mother's body 90 degrees, her buttocks against the edge of the bed. I gently moved two stools over and placed one of her legs on each stool. Then, I slowly lifted her buttocks and carefully pulled down her underwear, but not her undershirt, which was still rolled up to her neck, afraid that moving her head would wake her.

Now, my mother's lower body was completely naked before me, finally giving me a chance to observe her closely. I squatted down, put my head between her legs, and, holding a flashlight, aimed it at her private area, carefully studying the physique of a 45-year-old mature woman.

My mother's vulva was a deep maroon color, plump and full. There was no hair on her labia majora, only some arranged in an inverted triangle at the upper part of the cleft, perhaps shaved off by my father and not yet grown back. This way, there was no obstruction, and everything was clearly visible. I could see the labia minora peeking out slightly, like a small boat.

I gently placed my palm on my mother's genitals, a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. I extended my right thumb and forefinger, gently parting her labia, and shone a flashlight inside with my left hand, clearly seeing the clitoris and its folds. I slowly stroked the entrance with my forefinger, then gently inserted it, simultaneously touching the clitoris with my little finger. Soon, the clitoris protruded and enlarged. Then I inserted my middle finger, now having two fingers inside my mother. I continued fingering her.

In less than ten minutes, I felt her vagina become wet, and a stream of clear fluid began to flow. Realizing this was bad, I quickly pulled down my shorts and placed them under my mother's buttocks to prevent the bed or pillow from getting wet, which would be problematic the next day. Now I was naked in front of my mother, and I couldn't resist any longer. I started masturbating in front of her naked body.

But it was too stimulating; my penis remained hard, and I couldn't ejaculate for a long time. So, without hesitation, I placed my penis on my mother's vulva, using the lubricant she had produced, and rubbed it against her labia. At that moment, my mother's vagina seemed to respond, slightly opening as if enticing me to go deeper. I pushed my penis in millimeter by millimeter towards the entrance, a warm sensation instantly enveloping me.

I dared not thrust too hard, nor dared I press down on my mother, afraid of waking her. I could only support myself on either side of her body, trying to avoid contact with her, except for the area where we were intercourse. It was a difficult position, but what did a little hardship matter when I could be with my mother?

I waited, slowly feeling my mother's vagina begin to contract, the frequency gradually increasing, constantly squeezing my penis, and as if someone was pulling me deeper. I couldn't hold back any longer and began to slowly thrust, but still not too fast, maintaining a slow pace, gradually withdrawing to the entrance, and then slowly penetrating further.

My mother seemed to be cooperating, squeezing hard with each thrust. Not long after, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower back, quickly withdrew my penis, and a thick stream of semen shot out, splashing onto my mother's lower abdomen. I collapsed, completely exhausted.

After resting for a while, I carefully wiped the semen off my mother's body with toilet paper, gently wiping away the fluid from her genitals. I put on my panties, cleaned up the mess, straightened my mother's body, and after everything was tidied up, I quietly returned to my room, lying in bed savoring the sensation.

The next day, when my mother woke me up, it was already past 10 a.m. She kept saying what was wrong, that everyone had overslept. Recalling what had happened the night before, and secretly observing my mother's expression, I didn't notice anything unusual. Several days passed in this anxious state, with nothing happening. And so, I gave my first time to my dearest mother.

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