[Possessing a Kind Mother] [Author: I Am Inherently Lustful] [The End]

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P.S.: I searched for this story and found it in an old book archive, but it contains scenes involving young children. I've corrected the parts in the original text that involve young children. I'm not sure if this counts as duplicate content; if it does, please delete it, administrator.
I grew up in the countryside. My dad was a workshop foreman at a profitable chemical plant in town, while my mom raised chickens at home. I also had an older sister, four years older than me. When I was in my final year of high school, my mom was 43. She was a bit plump, but looked quite mature and voluptuous. From the moment I developed an interest in women, I started paying close attention to my mom's every move, always finding her very attractive.
In August, during summer vacation, my sister, who was in vocational school, came home. She shared a room with me. Our house had storage on the first floor, living quarters on the second, and chickens on the third. My parents slept in the larger room, and my sister and I slept in the smaller room. At that time, only my room had a ceiling fan. It was hot, so at night, my sister and I slept on mats, two mats pushed together.
Around 9:30 pm, when we were all asleep... While I was half asleep, I vaguely saw my mother come into our room wearing a vest and cotton underwear. She turned the ceiling fan on full blast, sat to my right for a long time, and then got up to turn it off before lying down next to me. She
must have been tired from working; less than 15 minutes after lying down, she started snoring softly. The moonlight outside was bright, and the room was bathed in a soft glow, so I could see quite clearly. I noticed her two plump, white thighs were exposed right in front of me.
This sight excited me greatly, and I couldn't resist reaching out to touch her vulva through her underwear. I gently placed my index and middle fingers on it, but before I could even get a firm touch, my mother slapped my hand away. I quickly pulled my hand back, terrified. I saw her scratch her mons pubis a few times and then fall asleep again.
About 10 minutes later, when I figured she was sound asleep, I gently reached out again to touch her vulva. I placed my hand on it and gently rubbed it, feeling a slight hardness. Just then, Mom slapped me again. I quickly pulled my hand back, but her palm still touched my fingers. I panicked, but Mom didn't seem to notice anything. She just scratched her genitals, turned over, and continued sleeping with her back to me. I also drifted off to sleep.
About twenty minutes later, I woke up again. Looking at Mom's even breathing beside me, I started to get aroused. I tentatively placed my hand on Mom's waist. She didn't move, and her breathing was normal. I became bolder and slowly moved my hand down, cupping Mom's buttocks and gently stroking them. Mom's buttocks were large and felt very good, very elastic. I stroked them for about half a minute, then started moving my hand to Mom's waist. When my hand touched the edge of Mom's underwear, I paused, then suddenly slipped my hand inside Mom's cotton underwear. My fingers went straight to Mom's smooth, soft buttocks and lingered there. I quietly observed my mother for a while, seeing that she was still breathing softly and evenly. I became a little bolder and began to move my fingers on her buttocks, but only stroking her left buttock. After a few moments, I couldn't resist any longer. I moved my hand along her smooth skin to her pelvic side, paused briefly, and then, holding my breath, slid my hand towards her genitals.
Her lower abdomen was noticeably protruding, and it felt soft against my skin. I finally reached the base of her thighs, and my fingers touched a tuft of hair, softer than human hair. However, her thighs were tightly closed, blocking my hand. I don't know why, but I felt a rush of blood to my head, and I desperately tried to push my fingers further into her thighs, but I failed. After several attempts, I gave up. Instead, I stroked her lower abdomen.
Besides rubbing my palm against her abdominal muscles, I also began to knead the soft flesh of her abdomen with my fingers. At the same time, I leaned forward, gently placing my right hand on my mother's back, and pressed my lower body against her full, round buttocks. I felt my penis slowly becoming erect, gradually rubbing against her buttocks.
The surroundings were quiet; moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the mat, and everything unfolded slowly in the stillness.
My desire burned brighter and brighter; I didn't know what I wanted, but I was no longer satisfied with just my mother's lower abdomen. I abruptly pulled my left hand from my mother's panties, and without hesitation, slid it inside her vest, grabbing one of her plump breasts.
My mother's breast was very elastic, flattened into a round shape under the pressure of her undershirt. Almost as soon as I grasped the base of her breast, my five fingers began to knead and rub, while I pressed my lower body forward forcefully against her. Unfortunately, I hadn't been playing with my mother's breasts for long when she suddenly grabbed my hand, pushed my arm away, and turned to me, yelling, "Chengcheng, what are you doing!" My mind went blank with fear; I thought, "I'm doomed!"
I don't know what my mother was thinking at the time, but she put on her slippers, straightened her clothes with a cold expression, and shuffled to the next room. My heart pounded, terrified that she would tell my father what had just happened. I drifted off to sleep, lost in thought for a while.
The next morning, my sister woke me up, saying that Mom wanted us to come down for breakfast. I nodded hesitantly, feeling uneasy, wondering if Mom would tell anyone.
As it turned out, my worries were unnecessary. During breakfast, Mom and Dad chatted casually about neighborhood gossip, and nothing seemed amiss, so I finally felt relieved. After that incident, I never dared to bother my mother again. Although she doted on me since I was little, she could also be very strict with me at times.
Subconsciously, I was still a little intimidated.
However, my possessiveness towards her didn't diminish at all.
In September, school started, and I officially entered my third year of junior high. My older sister also went back to school. Coincidentally, not long after, my father was sent on a business trip to some unit in Qingdao, and he wouldn't be back for a week. So, it was just my mother and me at home.
That night, I was reading in just shorts, staying up until ten o'clock before I saw my mother come into her room. About half an hour later, when I couldn't hear any noise from the next room, I closed my book and went to push my mother's door. Sure enough, as usual, the door was ajar.
I saw my mother lying on the bed. By the dim light coming from my room, I saw that she was only covered by a thin sheet, and her thighs were completely exposed. I softly called "Mom," but there was no response. I grew bolder. I tiptoed onto my mother's bed and lay down on her right side, staring at her for a while.
She was wearing a pink tank top tonight, and I could vaguely see her full, round breasts. I tentatively touched her lightly, but there was no reaction. So, I mustered my courage and slowly slipped my right arm over her body, placing my palm on her chest. At first, my heart pounded, my hands trembled, and I was incredibly flustered.
I only dared to gently caress her breasts through her tank top; they felt soft and pleasant to touch. Later, seeing that she didn't react, I gradually grew bolder. I carefully slipped my hand inside her tank top and gently kneaded the base of her right breast.
After kneading for a short while, I moved my palm upwards and touched a small protrusion—my mother's nipple. I pinched her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, sometimes lightly, sometimes firmly. At the same time, I began to feel my breathing quicken and my mouth become dry.
I carefully propped myself up on my left arm, resting my head against my mother's chest, while simultaneously pulling up her vest with my right hand. Suddenly, my mother stirred, startling me. I quickly withdrew my right hand and buried my head on the pillow, pretending to be asleep.
My mother sat up and said, "Chengcheng, why are you sleeping here? Are there too many mosquitoes? Then sleep at my feet." She then got out of bed.
I lay on my mother's bed, my heart pounding, wondering if she knew what I had just done.
I waited for a while, but my mother didn't return; she probably went upstairs to feed the chickens. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up before five o'clock and looked out the window; it was already bright outside. I saw my mother sleeping soundly at my feet. I was covered with a sheet, but she was uncovered, her two plump thighs slightly parted, and I could vaguely see a tuft of dark pubic hair through her trouser legs. Looking further down at her chest, her full breasts made her vest bulge high, but the bottom edge of the vest was on her stomach, obscuring what lay beneath.
I thought for a moment, then quietly reached over and lifted her vest. From my angle, I was horrified to see her breasts, pressed flat and round, tightly wrapped under the vest. Her breasts were white and large. I lifted the vest a little higher, and finally, I saw her nipples, two deep red grapes that made me want to take a bite. This made my blood boil.
I deftly took off my only pair of underwear, then rolled over and lay down next to my mother. Seeing my mother still fast asleep, I suppressed my trepidation and gently climbed onto her. I knelt beside her waist, my limp penis hanging between my legs like a caterpillar. I carefully and slowly sat down, gently pressing my body against her inner thighs. Then, I placed my hands on her waist, hooking the hem of her vest with my thumbs, and slid my hands up to flip it open. Finally, I placed my hands under her armpits, and her two peach-like breasts were perfectly presented before my eyes. Her breasts were very white, pear-shaped, and the veins were clearly visible, giving them an alluring feel. I felt an erection begin to rise, and my whole body started to heat up. Without thinking, I lowered my head and began to suckle her left breast.
My sudden attack must have startled Mom awake, because a strong force suddenly acted on my shoulder, pushing my upper body backward, and Mom's nipple slipped out of my mouth with a "pop."
I saw Mom staring at me silently, her face frosty, as she pulled her rolled-up vest back down to cover her exposed breasts. Then, she used one hand to prop herself up and sit up, while the other pushed against my chest, trying to pull her lower body out from under me.
I finally came to my senses and pressed myself against Mom again, gripping her shoulders tightly with both hands, my voice trembling with tears, repeating, "Mom, I beg you, I beg you..." Mom struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so she desperately pinched my thighs, cursing, "Chengcheng, get off me! Be careful when your dad comes back, I'll tell him..." Hearing this, I felt anxious and scared, but I endured the pain, holding Mom tightly, tears streaming down my face.
Mom pinched for a while, then stopped.
I cried for a while and then felt something was off, so I peeked at my mother. As soon as she saw me looking at her, she started struggling again, and I couldn't hold on any longer, letting one of her arms break free. She first tried to push me with that arm, but when that didn't work, she switched to pushing the bed and moving her body backward. I was small and thin then, and my development wasn't complete, so when she exerted force, I couldn't hold her down. As a result, half of her fell off the bed, and I almost fell off too. I was still sitting on the bed with her legs down, and she could only support herself with her arms. We remained locked in this stalemate. I sat firmly on her lap, pressing my hands down on her calves. When she tried to twist a few times without moving, she gave up. Then she said fiercely, "Let me go!" Hearing her tone, I suddenly realized she wasn't as angry as I'd thought. After the struggle, my penis had shrunk to the size of a peanut, and my previous lust had completely vanished. My mind raced.
I freed my right hand, curled my middle finger, and tickled the sole of my mother's left foot, which I was holding down. I put on a pleading expression and said, "Mom, I was wrong. I know I shouldn't have done this to you, but I just couldn't help myself. If you promise not to be angry with me, I'll let you go." My mother looked at me coldly. I quickly tickled the sole of her foot a few more times. I felt her foot tense, and I glanced back. I saw that all five of her delicate, lovely toes were curled up, and I couldn't help but want to laugh.
My mother said sternly, "Get down! When your father comes back this time, I'll have him teach you a lesson." But her tone had softened considerably.
I quickly changed to a sincere attitude, "Mom, I really know I was wrong. It's just that you're so charming that I made a mistake. I promise I'll study hard from now on and won't think like that anymore. Mom, please forgive me this time, okay?" Mom still had a stern face and said, "Get down from here first..."
I quickly tickled the sensitive area on the soles of Mom's feet a couple more times. Mom struggled to break free of her feet while saying, "If you keep grinning like that, I'm really going to get angry. Put me down now." I knew when to stop, so I quickly let Mom down and even jumped off the bed to help her stand up.
After Mom got up, she grabbed the underwear on the bed and handed it to me, saying, "Put this on quickly, look at me." I obediently put on the underwear.
Once Mom felt safe, she sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke to me: "Chengcheng, no matter how old you are, in my eyes I'll still see you as a child. I'll let what happened earlier go, and I won't tell anyone. But you must study hard from now on and not think nonsense, okay?" I adopted a submissive look, lowered my head, and gave a pitiful "Mmm."
Although it had been a nerve-wracking experience, Mom forgave me in the end. So I felt incredibly happy, like I'd been reborn. Even class today was more enjoyable than usual.
When I got home in the evening, I heard the sound of spatulas clattering in the kitchen. I ran to the kitchen and saw Mom cooking. Seeing me come in, she called out, "It smells smoky here. Go to your room and read for a while. I'll call you when it's ready." I was a little puzzled; why was Mom suddenly being so nice to me?
Tonight's dinner was three dishes and a soup, all my favorites: braised bream, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried lettuce and chives, and winter melon and pork rib soup. During dinner, Mom kept putting food on my plate and casually asked me about my studies. I finished my meal, feeling flattered and full of questions.
After dinner, I went to my room, took out my books, and started reading absentmindedly.
A little while later, Mom came upstairs after clearing away the dishes. Mom came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. She picked up a copy of "Reader's Digest" from my bedside table, glanced at it, and put it back. After a while, she interrupted my studying and asked, "Mom just wanted to have a serious talk with you today. I feel like your behavior has been a bit unusual these past few days, Chengcheng. Do you know that what you did this morning was wrong? Look at all our relatives and friends around us; aren't they all well-behaved? I'm afraid that if you continue like this, it will affect your studies, you understand?" I put down my book, sat down next to Mom, and awkwardly scratched my head, saying, "I know I was wrong, Mom. You promised you wouldn't be angry, you can't go back on your word." Mom said seriously, "Mom is talking to you precisely because I'm not angry with you. Of course, Mom wants what's best for you, but Mom is also afraid that you're immature and might do something wrong. How could you think of doing that to Mom?" I seized this opportunity and first admitted that I was wrong. Then I expressed how much I loved and cherished Mom for a long time, and highly praised her allure. I hoped to downplay the seriousness of the situation and gain Mom's forgiveness.
After listening, Mom thought for a while, looked at me, and said, "Chengcheng has really grown up. What you said is normal, but you can't have any thoughts about Mom, understand? It'll be fine when you start dating and have a girlfriend. Right now, you should focus on your studies. You're in your final year of high school, so you especially need to work hard. Mom hasn't been attentive enough to you in the past, so I haven't been able to help you adjust your mindset in time. I'll be more attentive to you in the future, and you need to control yourself and study hard, understand?" I nodded vigorously, indicating that I understood.
Mom seemed satisfied and left.
Around 9 p.m. that night, there was a knock on my door, and Mom brought in a bowl of poached eggs with a pair of chopsticks on it.
I happily took the bowl from my mother's hands, and seeing her radiant expression of maternal love, I couldn't help but give her a quick kiss on the left cheek. Immediately, I felt embarrassed and didn't dare look at her face again. I quickly picked up the poached egg from the bowl, eating it while mumbling praises about how delicious the soup was. The next two nights were the same; my mother would bring me a late-night snack, and I would kiss her on the cheek or neck, sometimes even complimenting her. My mother didn't seem to mind, indulging me to that extent. On
the third night, around nine o'clock, I heard my mother call from outside the door. I immediately put down my books and ran to open the door. I saw that my mother was holding a clay pot, with something delicious on the lid.
"Mom specially stewed a hen for you today. I've been stewing it since this afternoon; it's very delicious, Chengcheng, try some." I took a step back, letting my mother into the room, and suddenly, a thought struck me, so I closed the door behind me. I grabbed my mother's waist, and she quickly lifted the clay pot, reflexively backing away. I deftly ducked, slipping my head under her arm, my face pressed against the back of her neck, and pressed my lower body against the door. Her breasts were pressed tightly against my chest. Once I had her pinned down, I immediately freed my hands, my right hand supporting her waist, my left hand under her armpit, pressing it against her smooth neck, while simultaneously pressing my lips to hers. She shook her head from side to side, her lips tightly closed, refusing my kiss. I pressed harder on the back of her neck, finally managing to force a kiss, but my tongue could only move across her lips, unable to enter her mouth. She made muffled, indistinct sounds, her hands trying to hold the clay pot higher, helplessly being violated by me.
Unable to suppress the burning desire within me, I continued kissing her lips while using my left hand to lift her shirt.
I suddenly lifted my mother's shirt and reached for her breasts, touching her bra. In my haste, I pushed it up, and her two full, pear-shaped breasts sprang out, standing proudly. I abandoned her lips, quickly bent down, and took her right breast into my mouth, while my left hand kneaded the base of her left breast, sucking deeply, feeling utterly blissful. Her nipple hardened in my mouth. Her upper body arched, her right elbow trying to push me away, but I was firmly sucking on her nipple, unable to pull away. Just as we were locked in a fierce struggle, I suddenly cried out and jerked back. The clay pot in my mother's hands had accidentally burned my neck; the intense pain made me reflexively pull back, knocking the pot to the ground.
I clutched my neck, crouching down in pain. My mother paused, then rushed over to check my injury, asking if it hurt badly. I could only groan and moan, unable to speak. She quickly went back to her room and got a box of green ointment. She pulled me up to sit on the bed, removed my right hand from my neck, examined the injury, and said, "It's alright, not serious, just a little swollen. I'll put some ointment on it, and it'll be fine." After applying the ointment, she left. A little while later, she returned to my room with a trash can and a mop. She cleaned up the broken pieces of the clay pot and the chicken soup on the floor, then wiped the floor clean. She left with the trash can and mop. As she reached the door, I suddenly said, "Mom, I'm sorry." She turned to look at me, said, "Don't do that again," and closed the door behind her. For the next two days, I behaved myself and didn't dare to do anything to my mother again. Our school has a one-day-off-weekend, and this Sunday was a day off. As usual, I did a few practice problems, read some magazines, and when I got really bored, I went to my parents' room to watch TV for a while. The morning passed just like that.
After lunch, Mom went back to her room to sleep, so I turned the TV volume down and continued watching. Mom didn't chase me away.
While watching TV absentmindedly, I secretly glanced at Mom's body. She was sleeping on her side with her back to me.
Today, Mom was wearing a blue and white checkered sleeveless shirt. Through the fabric from behind, I could see the two bra straps and the flesh bulging out from under the bra—it was undeniably alluring. She wore a white skirt adorned with small pink flowers. She wore flesh-colored stockings, her toes pointed upwards, looking quite cute.
After about forty or fifty minutes, seeing no movement from Mom, I guessed she was asleep. I quietly turned off the TV, climbed onto Mom's bed, lay on my side, propped my head up with my right hand, and watched her sleeping soundly.
After a while, I tentatively hugged my mother's waist, my lower body pressed against her buttocks. I could clearly feel her tremble slightly, but she didn't react much. I started to get bolder.
I slipped one hand inside her clothes and caressed her soft breasts through her bra.
I became increasingly insatiable, so I pulled her shirt up and tried to unhook her bra. Having never unbuttoned a woman's clothes before, the combination of nervousness and excitement made it incredibly difficult. After struggling for a long time, I still couldn't unhook it. In desperation, I pushed her bra up, and her two snow-white, full breasts were once again in front of me. Without thinking, I flipped her over, pressed my entire weight onto her, grabbed one breast in each hand, and began to suckle.
Mom finally started struggling. First, she pushed me away, but when that didn't work, she grabbed my hair with one hand and my ear with the other, pulling me upwards. I stubbornly held onto her nipple, refusing to let go. Mom tightened her grip little by little, until finally, the pain in my ear became unbearable, and I reluctantly released her nipple, but still tightly gripped her already swollen breasts with both hands. Mom pulled me close to her and said fiercely, "Chengcheng, do you even take my words seriously?" After what had happened these past few days, I wasn't as afraid of Mom as before.
I shamelessly nuzzled my face against hers, but Mom used both hands to pull me away from her ears.
I still slowly moved closer to her face, but she turned her face away. I immediately released her breasts, used both hands to straighten her face, and forcefully kissed her on the lips.
Mom kept her lips tightly closed, preventing me from putting my tongue in her mouth. Suddenly, as if playing a prank, I freed my right hand, pinched my mother's nose, and pressed my lips tightly against hers, my tongue sliding across her lips. I looked into her eyes. Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering, so adorable.
After only five or six seconds, my mother couldn't help but open her mouth to breathe. I quickly slipped my tongue into her mouth, letting her breathe, while my freed right hand returned to her breast, finding that alluring protrusion and slowly kneading it.
I skillfully swept my tongue across her mouth, her head shaking frantically, making muffled "mmm..." sounds from her nose, her tongue desperately trying to escape my invasion.
I diligently sucked her saliva, then transferred my own saliva into her mouth, resulting in a long kiss.
When I released my mother, I saw that her face was flushed and she was panting, but she still said to me, "Chengcheng, let me go. I told you this was wrong. If you let me go, I'll forgive you." I ignored her and lowered my head to force a kiss a second time. My mother still didn't cooperate, but this time she didn't turn her head away. She probably knew it was futile and just kept her lips tightly closed.
This time I was gentle. I pulled my right hand, which was playing with my mother's breasts, and gently pinched her jaw, patiently prying open her teeth with my tongue. At the same time, I started to unbutton my mother's shirt with my left hand, which was playing with her right breast. My mother probably realized this and let go of my ears, desperately covering her shirt and pulling it down again to cover her exposed breasts. At the same time, she struggled desperately.
I had to increase the force in my hands, and with a few "snap" sounds, the buttons on my mother's shirt came off. The buttons fell to the top. My mother panicked and opened her mouth as if to shout something. I seized the opportunity and conquered her mouth in one fell swoop. I knew I couldn't be too hasty, or I would push my mother too far. I released my mother's shirt and gently cupped her cheeks with both hands, savoring her taste.
After kissing like this for a while, I felt a distinct erection. My mother was only wearing a thin skirt, and after a struggle, the skirt had already flipped up to her waist, while my lower body was naked.
I pressed my lower body against my mother's, squeezing my knees between her legs, spreading her plump legs wide apart. My left hand tightly gripped her full waist, while my right hand pinched her full breasts. With the powerful pressure of my lower abdomen and thighs, I held her firmly in my arms. My erect penis was pressed against her vulva through my pants, feeling incredibly aroused. My
mother tried desperately to close her legs, but with my legs between them, she had no way to do so.
After playing like this for a while, I felt my desire growing stronger and stronger, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I released my mother's lips and started to tear her panties with my hands. My mother suddenly pushed me away forcefully, almost knocking me off. I had no choice but to lie on top of her again, holding her down, but the feeling in my lower body was getting stronger and stronger. I made a snap decision, grabbed the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside, revealing her vulva, but unfortunately, I couldn't see it. I quickly positioned my penis, aimed it, and thrust forward, penetrating my mother's honeypot.
Her honeypot was already quite wet and hot. As I entered, I felt a warm, moist flesh tightly gripping my penis, a sensation that excited me immensely. I began thrusting in and out, without any real skill, simply pushing in all the way and pulling out.
My mother, meanwhile, anxiously repeated, "Chengcheng, pull it out, pull it out, I'm your mother..." She kept pounding my chest with her hands. This only fueled my excitement. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips, our tongues intertwining. My lower body continued to thrust powerfully into my mother's plump honeypot, and the sounds of wetness, "splat, splat," gradually filled the air.
My mother's hitting lessened, her eyes became glazed, her face flushed, and her breathing suddenly became heavy. I realized that she had stopped hitting me and instead wrapped her arms around my neck.
After about four or five minutes of thrusting, I started to feel my glans becoming numb, and I knew I was about to ejaculate. I immediately propped myself up and frantically thrust my penis into my mother's vagina, increasing the speed of my thrusts.
At this moment, my mother's face was flushed, her eyes were half-open, her breathing was heavy, and her mouth was half-open, constantly squeezing out "hmm...hmm..." sounds from her throat. My mother's expression looked extremely alluring. With my vigorous thrusting, my mother's body trembled up and down, and her exposed breasts were trembling and exposed to my view.
This made me even more excited. I felt my penis, which was erect in my mother's vagina, swell even more, and the tingling sensation became even stronger. A thought flashed through my mind, "Should I ejaculate inside my mother?" Before I could finish thinking about it, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated inside her!
I pressed my lower body tightly against my mother, hugging her body tightly. After half a minute, my penis was obviously smaller, but it was still inside my mother.
My mother's face was still red, and her breathing was uneven, but she turned her head away from me.
Feeling a little apologetic, I lowered my head and gently pressed my lips to my mother's neck, softly licking and sucking her skin, feeling a surge of happiness and tenderness. My lips slowly moved up her neck to her chin, then hooked her lips together, lightly touching them, before I extended my tongue, ready to penetrate her. My mother, who had given up resisting, suddenly pushed my face away, coldly saying, "Aren't you getting off?" Not wanting to disobey her, I pulled my penis out of her vagina with a "pop," a pool of milky white, viscous fluid gushing out. My mother quickly squeezed her snow-white thighs together.
I jumped off the bed, my penis swaying precariously. I rushed into the bathroom, grabbed a roll of toilet paper, ran back to my mother's room, and stood by the bed. Seeing that my mother's crotch was already closed, I didn't say a word. I pried open her thighs and reopened her crotch, revealing her thick labia, which were engorged and open, with the pink flesh inside vaguely visible. Semen mixed with vaginal fluid was constantly flowing out, forming a layer of white foam around her labia. I tore off a wad of toilet paper and carefully wiped her clean, using five or six wads before I was finally dry. Throughout the wiping process, my mother just watched me without saying a word.
I noticed that her underwear was completely stained with my semen, and I knew it must be uncomfortable for her. I went to pull off her underwear, but she slapped my hand away, sat up, ran to the wardrobe, opened it, took out a pair of white cotton underwear, and neatly put them on with her back to me.
When my mother turned around and saw me still staring at her, she couldn't help but snort, walked past me, picked up all the crumpled paper I had thrown on the ground, and walked out.
I was a little flustered, and suddenly grabbed my mother's open shirt, stammering and unsure what to say.
My pulling on her shirt, leaving her upper body almost completely exposed, enraged her. She raised her hand and slapped me. I was stunned; my mother had never hit me like that before. My grip on her shirt naturally loosened.
My mother went into the bathroom and returned to the room about seven or eight minutes later, carrying a wet towel. Seeing me still standing there like a statue, she couldn't help but give me a hard flick on the back of the head, scolding,
"Look at you, so spineless! Take the towel and go wash yourself." I suddenly hugged my mother tightly, bursting into tears, pleading repeatedly, "I don't want to, I don't want to..." Actually, I didn't even know what I wanted to say.
My mother didn't scold or hit me anymore; she just let me cry in her arms. When my crying subsided, she pushed me away and said, "Why are you crying? Do you even know what you did wrong today? I never imagined you could be so unruly." I sobbed, and my mother shoved a handkerchief into my hand and pushed me away. "Go wash yourself clean. Seeing you like this makes me angry." I went to the bathroom like a zombie, washed my lower body, and then washed my face. Now that my lust had subsided, I suddenly felt guilty, and I was afraid that my mother would never treat me the same way again. My mind was in turmoil. When I came out of the bathroom, I found that my mother was no longer in her room. I was very anxious and went downstairs to the kitchen, but no one was there. I ran up to the third floor, and only then did I feel relieved. My mother was feeding the chickens. Looking at her hardworking figure, a deep sense of guilt welled up inside me. At that moment, I felt that my mother was working very hard.
My mother glanced back at me, didn't say anything, and continued with her work.
At 3:30 PM, I ran to the market and bought two crucian carp, two tomatoes, half a pound of garlic, three ounces of dried tofu, and half a pound of lean meat. I also bought two pounds of grapes. I was going to cook a meal for my mother.
I came back and busied myself in the kitchen, rinsing the rice and washing the vegetables.
My mother came downstairs once, saw me cooking, but didn't say anything and went back upstairs.
After much effort, by 5:30 PM, I had finally finished cooking two dishes and a soup: "braised crucian carp with scallions," "stir-fried shredded
pork with garlic," and "tomato and egg soup" (the eggs were what we had at home). The rice was also cooked. I ran upstairs to call my mother down for dinner. She looked at me but didn't say much. She just took off the coat she was wearing while working and hung it on the hook. Seeing this, I happily ran downstairs first and served her rice.
The dinner was very quiet. Apart from me constantly putting food on my mother's plate, she just ate her rice without saying a word. After dinner, I quickly took the initiative to clear the dishes.
Finally, Mom couldn't help but speak up: "Chengcheng, Mom will forgive you this time, but there absolutely can't be a next time. Your father will be back tomorrow afternoon. You need to behave yourself from now on, study hard, and get into a good high school. Don't have any more wild thoughts, understand?" I nodded my head like a chicken pecking at rice. Mom took the trash can and rag from my hands and said, "Go upstairs and study, I'll clean up." After this incident, I behaved myself for a few days, but sex is something you get hooked on, and the memory of having sex with Mom last time remained in my mind, impossible to erase. Four days after Dad came back, one time after Mom put down my midnight snack, I couldn't help but hug Mom's waist. Mom quickly dodged when she saw this. I hurriedly chased after her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her back. I also gently slammed the door shut with my foot. Then I hooked my arms around Mom's waist and pressed my whole body against hers. Mom stepped back, her back against the door, her voice trembling slightly as she whispered, "Are you kidding me? Your dad's next door." I whispered in her ear, "So if Dad's not home, does that mean we can..." Mom ignored me, just twisting my arm, trying to break free.
I couldn't resist any longer, so I whispered in her ear, "Mom, Mom..." while using my hand to lift up her shirt.
Mom was wearing a pink bra today. I pressed down the top edge of her bra, and her dark red nipples popped out. I sucked on them. Mom pressed her hands on my head, not really using much force. I grew bolder, freeing one hand to pull down my pants, my limp penis hanging between my legs.
Then I suckled on my mother's other nipple while reaching under her skirt to pull down her panties. My mother recoiled, her buttocks slamming against the door with a dull thud. We were both startled. I pressed myself tightly against her, motionless, and listened for a while. When there was no sound outside, I finally relaxed.
Looking at my mother's face, she also looked tense. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, my tongue slipping inside. This time, she didn't resist, letting me move around in her mouth. After sucking for a while, I reached down again to pull down her panties. This time, she cooperated, thrusting her buttocks forward, allowing me to easily pull them down. I looked at them; they were pink cotton panties. I grinned and casually placed them on the bed (my bed was next to the door).
Then I continued to suckle on my mother's two nipples alternately. After sucking for a while, I still wasn't satisfied, so I pushed up my mother's bra, revealing her two large breasts to my fingers. I played with one in each hand, shaping the nipples into various forms while vigorously sucking on the nipples. After a while, my mother's breasts perked up, and her nipples hardened.
I also felt my penis swelling and becoming erect, with a slippery fluid starting to flow from the glans.
I bent down and slipped my right hand between my mother's legs, gently touching the inside of her left thigh. My mother cooperated by lifting her leg. I supported my mother's left leg with my right hand and held her waist with my left, pulling her lower body outwards. My mother stood with her back against the door, her left hand gripping my shoulder, her right hand supporting my waist, her vulva thrusting forward, and one leg supporting her weight.
I couldn't wait any longer, so I half-squatted down and tried to insert my penis into my mother's vagina, but I couldn't. I tried twice more, but still couldn't get it in.
I got impatient, so I released my mother's waist with my left hand, reached for her vagina, and gently parted her labia with my index and middle fingers. My mother's vulva was already slippery and wet. I pushed my penis in, hooking it with my left ring and little fingers, and successfully placed it on her vagina. I pulled my hand back and looked at it under the light. There was a layer of egg white-like mucus on the tips of my index and middle fingers. I smeared this mucus on my mother's delicate neck, and then continued to hold my mother's waist, my penis beginning to thrust in and out of her vagina.
My mother's vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid, making it easy for my penis to slide in and out. Under the light, the part of my penis that was pulled out was glistening. After about a hundred rounds of this, I felt a bit tired of squatting like that, so I put my mother's thighs down and pointed to my bed.
My mother obediently walked over and climbed onto the bed. Suddenly, I grabbed her buttocks from behind and pulled her down, forcing her to stand on the edge of the bed with her buttocks sticking up. My mother didn't say anything, she just did as I asked.
It was the first time I had seen my mother's vagina from behind. Her plump vagina was slightly raised, and her two fleshy labia were parted due to engorgement. There was a layer of glistening vaginal fluid on her labia, which looked very erotic. From my angle, I could also see a tuft of dark pubic hair on my mother's pubic bone. My mother's legs were slightly open, waiting for me to fuck her.
I swallowed, held my mother's beautiful buttocks with one hand, and raised my penis with the other, aiming it at my mother's vagina.
This time, I slowly pushed my penis towards my mother's honey pot. When it touched her, I paused, pressing the head of my penis firmly against the wet entrance and grinding it.
My mother's body couldn't help but twist slightly a few times. I suddenly thrust forward, my entire penis disappearing into her body. This time, my mother couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm."
After thrusting for a while, I couldn't help but squeeze my mother's plump buttocks without any tenderness, as if trying to squeeze water out of her soft buttocks.
In this way, I thrust in and out about a hundred times in one go, feeling that the thrusting was very powerful, but I still didn't want to ejaculate.
I grabbed my mother's long hair with my right hand, pulling her head up. With my left hand behind my back and my upper body slightly leaning back, I continued to thrust powerfully into her plump, tender vagina. This gave me a sense of conquest, like I was riding a horse. The thought flashed through my mind: no wonder they say women are for men to ride. The idea of my esteemed mother being beneath me excited me, and my penis became even harder. I increased the force of my thrusts into her vagina, and with each thrust, her vagina emitted... The sounds of "splatter, splatter" filled the air, and occasionally, my mother would involuntarily let out a soft nasal sound, which greatly amplified my excitement. I felt another tingling sensation in my glans, knowing I was about to ejaculate. I released my mother's hair and suddenly pulled one of her arms over me, so she could only support herself with one arm. I pulled hard on her arm and thrust in and out more than twenty times, feeling my back stiffen. Strong streams of semen spurted from my glans, all of it shooting deep into my mother's vagina.
My mother sensed that I had ejaculated and tried to push me away, but I grabbed her hand and pressed my chest against her back, my penis still inside her vagina. We lingered like this for about half a minute before I straightened up and pulled my penis out of her vagina, a stream of white, sticky fluid gushing out. My mother quickly squatted down and let the semen flow out like she was urinating.
I found some tissues and lifted my mother's buttocks. Like a child, she let me clean her genitals. I looked at her vulva; it was a complete mess. Her labia were wide open, revealing the pink flesh inside. They were covered in sticky fluid, and even the pubic hair on her pubic bone was tangled and messy.
I carefully cleaned my mother with the tissues, wiped the floor clean, hid the tissues under the bed, and made a face at her. My mother angrily pushed me away, picked up her underwear from the bedside table, put it on, pulled down her skirt, combed her hair, looked in the mirror on the wall, and, finding nothing amiss, opened the door and left. Two
more days passed, and it was Sunday again. I had class this Sunday. After school, I got home at 6:15. As I entered the yard, I closed the gate behind me. Passing the kitchen, I saw my mother busy working alone. I called out, "Mom!" and then went upstairs to drop off my schoolbag. I also checked my parents' room, but didn't see my dad.
Usually at this time, my parents would have already set the table for me to eat. Even if it wasn't ready, my dad would be downstairs waiting for me or watching TV. So I ran to the kitchen and asked my mother. She told me that my dad's boss's son was getting married today, and my dad had finished work at 5:30, changed his clothes, and gone straight to the wedding.
I stood behind my mother for a while and noticed she was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, a purple skirt, and black sandals. She had a small floral apron tied around her waist, making her look particularly pitiful. Looking at her prominently rounded buttocks, and remembering how I had pinned her down in a doggy-style position yesterday, my penis began to swell and become erect.
I gently leaned in and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. When my hand touched her, she visibly flinched, but didn't object. I pressed my already slightly swollen penis against her buttocks and rubbed it lightly. She continued cooking as if nothing was wrong.
After a while, I squatted down, lifted her skirt to reveal her full buttocks, and pressed my hand against her white cotton underwear covering her bottom. I smelled it; it had no odor. I licked the edge of my mother's buttocks again, then tentatively pulled down her panties. She instinctively tried to cover herself with her hand, and I whispered, "Let me see." She pulled her hand back, and I quickly pulled the panties down to her knees. From behind, her vulva was half-hidden between her tightly closed legs, her thick labia tightly shut, looking like a butterfly. Her vulva looked very plump, with a few hairs growing on it—quite alluring. I couldn't help but swallow.
I had already pulled her panties down to her ankles. She remained standing, and I couldn't pull them down any further. Just as I was getting impatient, she suddenly lifted her right leg. I happily took off her sandals and pulled the panties down her right leg. Then I helped her put the sandals back on, so her panties were hanging on her left ankle.
I didn't pull down her left panties; I felt it looked lewd and excited me. I moved my hands up, lifting my mother's skirt to her waist, and gently touched the inside of her thighs a few times. My mother obediently parted her legs. Then I placed my hands on either side of her pelvis, pulling her body slightly backward. I raised my head and sniffed the scent of her genitals at the base of her thighs. There was a faint fishy smell, not unpleasant, but I still gave up the idea of licking her vulva.
My left hand continued to support my mother's waist, while my right hand withdrew, and I joined my index and middle fingers together, beginning to rub her vulva back and forth. Soon, her vulva became noticeably engorged and open. After feeling a slightly slippery liquid on my fingers, I carefully inserted one of my middle fingers into her vulva. Her vulva gripped my finger tightly, feeling warm and wet inside. I started with shallow thrusting, and soon her vaginal fluids increased, her two plump, red labia beginning to open and close slightly. I then inserted my middle finger deeper and deeper until it was fully inside, followed by my index finger, both fingers thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina together. At this moment, my mother added water to the pot, covered it, and placed her hands on the stove (gas stove), leaning forward, occasionally straightening up to glance at the pot. My fingers thrust faster and faster, and I could hear the "splat, splat" sounds coming from inside my mother. As I thrust, I rotated my fingers, and my mother finally couldn't help but let out a trembling "hmm." I was beneath her and couldn't see her expression, which was a little disappointing. Finally, my fingers got tired, so I pulled them out and smeared all the sticky fluid from my fingers on the inside of my mother's thighs and buttocks. My mother then pushed me away slightly, went to get a plate, scooped out the green beans from the pot, and poured a lot of oil into the pot. After watching my mother finish her work, I pressed myself against her back, gently nibbling on her shoulder. She picked up a few washed green peppers and slowly sliced them, then grabbed a piece of washed pork liver and started cutting it. Behind her, I quietly unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, lifted her skirt, and pulled her buttocks back slightly. With my left hand on her waist and my right hand raised my penis, I pressed it against her slippery vulva. After a pause, I thrust forward, and with a "plop," my penis slid smoothly into her. I immediately felt her warm, wet vulva tightly gripping my penis, an incredibly stimulating and pleasurable sensation. My
mother couldn't hold back and let out a soft "ah." Then I noticed her breathing becoming heavy, her neck arching back, and her mouth half-open.
I couldn't resist grabbing my mother's hair with one hand and turning her face with the other, so that her luscious lips were facing me. I took her lips in my mouth and sucked hard. This time, my mother didn't resist at all, helplessly letting me tease and suck on her sexy tongue at will, exchanging saliva with her. In this position, I could only lightly penetrate my mother's honey hole, but due to the stimulation of her mouth and tongue, the feeling was still very intense.
After a long kiss, I had to release my mother's lips and instead focus on holding my mother's plump buttocks, and began to penetrate her vigorously.
At this time, the oil in the pot was already emitting thick smoke. My mother hurriedly poured the chopped pork liver and green peppers on the cutting board into the pot, then put both hands on the stove, sticking her buttocks high up to make it easier for me to penetrate her.
I did this about twenty times. Mom turned around and said with difficulty, "Wait... wait a minute." I held Mom's waist and kept my penis still inside her. Mom seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, picked up a spatula and stir-fried in the pan a dozen times, added seasonings, stir-fried for another dozen times, turned off the gas, grabbed a plate from the side, and haphazardly scooped up the stir-fried green peppers and pork liver.
I saw that the green peppers and pork liver were a little burnt, and I found it a bit funny. Mom probably noticed and glared at me. Then she obediently lay down again, sticking her buttocks up high. I understood and started thrusting. But before I had even done ten thrusts, the phone rang in the living room.
While I was still hesitating, Mom turned around and said to me pleadingly, "Pull it out for a moment, I need to answer the phone." I followed Mom into the living room. Mom picked up the phone and started answering. I stood behind Mom, skillfully lifted Mom's skirt, and easily inserted my slightly limp penis into Mom's slippery honey hole. Mom suddenly turned around and waved at me. I stopped thrusting, hugged her waist tightly, pressed my upper body against her back, and listened to the phone call with her.
I heard Dad's voice on the other end of the line. He told Mom that he had arranged to play mahjong with General Manager Gan and Director Cui from the factory after dinner that evening, and that they might play a little late, telling Mom not to worry. Just
as Mom was about to speak, I mischievously thrust hard into her vagina. Mom couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" Then, I heard Dad ask on the other end of the line: "Cuihua, are you alright? What happened?
" Mom mumbled, "I got bitten by a mosquito," and deliberately slapped her hand twice.
I felt relieved and began to slowly thrust my penis in and out, fucking her deeply and shallowly. Mom frowned, one hand tightly gripping my hand that was pressing against her buttocks, enduring the intense stimulation from her vagina. She tried to listen to Dad, then spoke to him in a calm tone, "Okay, I know. Don't go too far. Try to come home early after you're done; you have work tomorrow.
Be careful on your way home tonight." As Mom spoke, I felt the tightness of her vaginal walls gripping my penis, intensifying the stimulation with each thrust.
Finally, Mom finished her call and hung up with difficulty, saying harshly, "Chengcheng, you almost killed me!" I didn't answer, but increased the speed of my thrusts. Mom fell silent, quietly leaning against a chair next to the phone, her upper body pressed low, her breasts against the chair, her large buttocks raised high.
I, like a madman, relentlessly thrust into Mom's already overflowing vagina. Our lower bodies collided repeatedly, making a "slap slap slap" sound. Mom also started to squeeze out "hmm...hmm..." sounds from her throat.
Perhaps because my penis had been limp twice earlier, although I felt stimulated, I still didn't have the desire to ejaculate. I became a little impatient, and I thrust desperately. Mom's big buttocks also began to move back and forth, bouncing up and down, meeting my thrusts. As I fucked her, I stared at Mom's round, smooth buttocks, watching the ripples from our thrusts. Suddenly, I had a desire to shatter everything. I raised my right hand high and slapped her snow-white buttocks hard twice. Two red handprints slowly appeared. Mom just suppressed two "ah" sounds, without any expression of protest.
I stopped slapping and grabbed one of her buttocks, beginning to gently stroke, knead, pinch, peel it open, and squeeze it inwards in various ways, rubbing it back and forth.
At the same time, my other hand wasn't idle; I untied the apron straps from behind, and the apron slid down. Then I pushed her t-shirt up until it covered her breasts, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Her two large breasts bounced out, swaying incessantly with my vigorous thrusting.
After about two minutes of this, I abruptly pulled my penis out of her vagina, a few drops of vaginal fluid splashing out.
My mother couldn't help but let out another "Ah!" Before she could fully react, I pulled her up from the chair, squatted down, hugged her waist, and pushed her onto the octagonal table.
Now, my mother lay there naked, her breasts and vagina exposed, legs spread wide, waiting to be penetrated.
I pounced on my mother, accurately shoving my penis back into her wet vagina, sucking on her lips, one hand on the back of her neck, the other kneading one of her breasts, my lower body moving faster, her wet, hot vagina tightly gripping my penis. My mother's hands unconsciously pressed against my chest, her legs hooked around my waist. I thrust wildly, watching her breasts sway, I felt like I was in heaven.
Finally, my mother's buttocks began to wiggle. Because I was fucking so hard, a few times my penis accidentally slipped out of her vagina, and she would instinctively hold it back, guiding it towards her opening.
At this moment, my mother's face was flushed, her hair disheveled, her eyes half-open, her alluring charm only fueling my rage, making me even more frenzied.
I finally felt a tingling sensation in my glans, knowing I was about to ejaculate. Holding my breath, I thrust into my mother's plump, wet vagina seven or eight more times, then pushed forward with all my might. A strong pulsation ran through my glans, and powerful waves of semen gushed out, hitting deep inside my mother's vagina. My mother hugged me tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist. After a while, I heard my mother let out a long sigh.
I lay on top of her, not wanting to move anymore, my penis still throbbing inside her, enjoying the afterglow of my ejaculation.
It was quite a while before I finally climbed off her, my penis already limp and withdrawn. I looked at my mother's genitals; white semen was flowing continuously from her vagina, her once glossy black pubic hair was wet, her buttocks were a mess, and a small puddle of a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid had accumulated on the table. My mother slumped weakly on the octagonal table, her legs spread wide, seemingly unable to close. Her t-shirt was squeezed over her breasts, her two large, white breasts hanging loosely at her sides. Her hands hung limply at her sides. Her face was still flushed, alluring as if she were drunk, her eyes half-closed as she looked at me.
Luckily, there was no one else in the house besides me. I got up, supporting my mother under her armpits and under her knees. She cooperated by wrapping her arms around my neck. I struggled to lift her into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, and filled the bathtub more than halfway. When I looked back at her, I found her already undressing with her back to me. Seeing me approach, she pushed me out of the bathroom like a thief.
After that, my mother treated me even better than before. As long as I didn't do anything too outrageous, she would tolerate it. She still made me a midnight snack every night, and I wasn't as eager as she had worried. We had sex once or twice a week on average. Apart from intimate moments, I still respected my mother.
Although I was very infatuated with my mother's body, it didn't affect my studies. Many people have a masturbation habit, and my behavior could be considered a form of sexual regulation. As long as I didn't view it as sinful, it wouldn't have any negative impact.
I ranked 14th in my school in the college entrance exam and entered a prestigious university in our province. In university, I had a girlfriend, started a new life, and my relationship with my mother gradually became more natural. My mother really liked my girlfriend. She genuinely liked her. My mother always supported my choices without reservation, and I am still very grateful to her to this day.
In the seven years after graduation, I worked at Huawei, China Telecom, and the power supply bureau. Now I work as a designer at a well-known foreign company. In these years, I've met many people and experienced many things, and my heart is always restless. Sometimes, I inevitably recall some memories of the past. Out of sheer boredom, I wrote these little things down for amusement.
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