Mom's Reward

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

My mother gave birth to me when she was 25, and now she's almost 50. Time has left its mark, but she's better maintained than most women in their 40s. She's a little plump, her breasts are slightly sagging, and her belly protrudes a bit, but her skin is great, and she has few wrinkles on her face. At least in my eyes, she's the most beautiful mother in the world.

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

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

But I have a better method: masturbating before bed. Each time I ejaculate, I feel very tired, and naturally, I fall asleep quickly and sleep soundly. The objects of my fantasies during masturbation are mostly celebrities, like Kelly Chen, Twins, or others. But one time, I dreamt of having sex with my mother and even ejaculated. From then on, my mother became my masturbation adversary; none of those so-called celebrities could compare to my dearest mother.

In these fantasies about my mother, my first year of high school passed quickly. In my second year of high school, I was placed in the humanities class. The girls in my class were always chattering, which gave me a deeper appreciation for my mother's mature beauty. My masturbation became even more frequent. Because I could only think about my mother's body all day, my grades dropped rapidly. The teacher asked my father to come to the school, hoping that the parents would cooperate with the school to find the reason for my declining grades, since I had a good chance of getting into a top university. After my father came back, he discussed it with my mother and didn't say anything to me, only telling me to focus my energy on my studies. I think they had no idea what I was thinking, but I still deeply felt their concern and love. Especially my mother, I saw nothing but love in her eyes.

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

One night in the second semester of my junior year of high school, my father was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room. My mother was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't help but take out my mother's picture and masturbate again. The picture was one I had taken of my mother at home not long ago. My mother was smiling in the picture, and I looked at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moving rapidly inside my pants. Just then, my mother pushed the door open and came in. My desk was facing away from the door, so I didn't notice. I continued. But when I heard that familiar voice say in surprise, "What are you doing?", I had already ejaculated, panting. I turned around and saw my mother's surprised and slightly angry expression. I was terrified and didn't know what to say. My mother knew what I was doing, of course, but when she saw her photo on the table, her face turned bright red, all the way to her ears. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she said, "Go and tidy yourself up." I practically ran to the bathroom, took out my penis, and wiped it clean, but I hadn't brought my underwear with me, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear as well.

When I returned to my room, my mother was sitting on my bed. Seeing me come in, she beckoned me to sit next to her and then gently asked, "Do you often do this?" I said, "Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?" My mother smiled and said, "How could that be? I know you're all grown up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent; it'll hurt your health." Seeing that my mother wasn't angry, my heart immediately relaxed. My mother asked again, "Why are you taking my picture?" I answered hesitantly, "I love you so much, Mom, so I think about you all the time." "Silly child, what are you thinking? I'm your mother. Besides, doing this all the time will affect your studies. Don't do it again, understand?" "Okay, I know." Then, my mother said those words that I still remember vividly: "My dear child, you must study hard; Mom is counting on you." As long as you study hard, any difficulties you encounter will be resolved by Mom. Looking into Mom's eyes, I immediately understood what she meant. I said, "Mom, don't worry, I will listen to you. Just wait for my good news." From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating. I just took out Mom's photo every night to admire it. Hard work pays off. At the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade, and even my teacher was surprised by my progress. The whole family was even happier. Dad specially allowed me to drink, but he got drunk before I did.

Mom and I helped Dad to the bedroom to lie down, and he kept saying, "Good son, well done!" My mom and I went back to the table. I asked, "Mom, is Dad alright?" He always thinks he's still young, but he can't even outdrink his son. Actually, I was a little tipsy myself, and without thinking, I asked, "Mom, I did well on the test this time, what's your prize?" My mom understood what I meant. She rolled her eyes at me and said, "Go to your room." I suppressed my wildly beating heart and went back to my room. My mom followed me in and locked the door. She came to my side, made me lie down, and then gently pulled down my pants. My penis was already erect, and now free from the constraints of pants, it stood tall and straight. My mom looked at it for a while and said, "My son has really grown up." "Close your eyes." I immediately obediently closed my eyes, feeling my mother's hand touching my penis. It felt so soft and comfortable. Then, my mother slowly began to stroke it. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it felt much better than when I did it myself. I started to moan, secretly peeking at my mother. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at me lovingly. The thought that my mother was masturbating me filled me with immense excitement. I ejaculated quickly, and because I wasn't prepared, I came everywhere. I looked at my mother somewhat embarrassed, and she scolded me, "You're still just a child." Then she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat. She then helped me put on my pants and asked, "Was that comfortable?" "It feels so good, Mom! Will you still help me in the future?" "As long as you study hard and make Mom proud, why wouldn't Mom want her good son to be comfortable?" She quickly kissed me on the cheek and left. I lay there, feeling completely relaxed and not wanting to move at all, and fell asleep.

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

We went to Qingdao, and we didn't join a tour group; it was more flexible to plan our own trip. After getting off the plane, we checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, a beautiful and secluded place near the sea. Since it was just the two of us, we only booked one standard room. The window offered a view of the sea. It was my first time at the beach, and I was so excited that I didn't notice my mother's somewhat downcast expression. But at dinner time, I noticed. I asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, maybe I'm just tired from the flight." Although my mother said that, I knew it wasn't because of that. I realized my selfish behavior. How could I have only thought of my own happiness and forgotten about my mother?

I decided to correct my mistake with actions. I chatted with my mother, cracking jokes and constantly putting her favorite dishes on her plate. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally very happy.

After dinner, back in our room, Mom said she was going to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. When she finished showering, she came out and saw that the two single beds that were originally separate had been moved together, making it look like a double bed. She asked me in surprise why, and I said, "I haven't slept with Mom in so many years, I want to sleep with Mom tonight." Mom laughed and said, "You're still so little! You're so big and you still want to sleep with Mom? Aren't you ashamed?" "Not ashamed at all! I'll always be Mom's little child, and little children should sleep with their mothers!" "Okay then, but don't move around or have any bad thoughts, okay?" "Yes, I promise!"

After saying that, I went to take a shower and crawled into bed wearing only my underwear. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had the air conditioning on, so I had to use a thin blanket.

As soon as I lay down, I smelled my mother's fragrance. It wasn't the scent of soap, but a unique aroma I couldn't quite describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to her. She was wearing a one-piece bathrobe, made of silk, which felt very comfortable against my skin, but I wanted to be even closer to her skin; that would feel even better. I whispered, "Mom, can I hug you?" My mother was lying with her back to me. After a few seconds, she said, "Okay." I tentatively placed my left hand on her waist. It was so soft there. Although it didn't have the curves of a young woman's, the fullness of it felt wonderful. After touching her for a while, seeing that my mother didn't seem to object, I reached my hand towards her lower abdomen. There was more flesh there, and I could feel its warmth even through her bathrobe. As I was touching her, my mother pressed my hand down, saying, "Just leave it there, don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis against her buttocks. My mother's buttocks were so full. I shifted my body so my penis was pressed against her buttocks cleft, because that felt the most comfortable.

I felt my mother's body trembling. I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" "A little. Just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" My right hand was uncomfortable under my body, so I simply reached under my mother's neck and hugged her. My mother seemed to groan slightly, but didn't say anything. I held my mother very tightly, my penis pressed against her, enjoying it. My mother gradually stopped trembling, and her body slowly softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly. Perhaps because we were too tired from the flight, we fell asleep like that, holding each other.

The next morning, I woke up early because I needed to pee. Opening my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my mother curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right hand wrapped around my waist. This excited me greatly. Looking at my mother sleeping soundly, she possessed both a mature charm and a touch of girlish beauty, which deeply moved me and made my penis swell like iron.

I was afraid of waking her, but the urge was too strong, so I gently moved my body and brought my lips closer to hers. When I was only about two centimeters away, my mother suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds, then my mother laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to sneak up on Mommy?" I smiled sheepishly, but I wasn't giving up, pleading, "Mom, just let me kiss you, just once." My mother looked at me intently for a while, then closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit approval, so I imitated the kissing techniques I'd seen on TV, slowly bringing my lips closer and gently kissing her full, moist lips. I just kept kissing her lips like that, not knowing what a real kiss was like, just imitating, so besides the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything special. Just then, my mother's lips slightly opened, and I mischievously stuck my tongue inside, wanting to startle her. Little did I know how good it would be once it was inside. My mother's mouth was wet and slippery. When my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock sensation shot through my tongue. Naturally, I wasn't going to let such pleasure pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. At first, my mother tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to hide; my tongue was tightly wrapped around her, sucking at her.

For a long, long time, my mother pushed me away, panting heavily, and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" Having tasted the sweetness, I pleaded, "Mom, again! It's my first kiss, you have to let me have my fill!" My mother murmured, "First time, first kiss, first time." I kissed her again. This time I made progress; I sucked Mom's fragrant tongue into my mouth, slowly savoring it. Mom was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss.

We kissed for who knows how long, until my tongue felt a little numb, so I pulled away. Mom must have been exhausted, as she was breathing softly beside me. After a while, Mom sat up and said to me, "You little rascal, you've worn me out! Even your dad doesn't kiss me for this long." I laughed and said, "Dad gets to kiss me every day, but I only get this chance so often!" Mom smiled and got up to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still lying in bed and said, "Get up, my lazy son." No, I wanted Mom to pull me up. I said coquettishly. Mom reluctantly bent down to pull me up, and just then, I saw her breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. I froze. They were so big, so white, and it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra… Seeing my strange expression, Mom hesitated for a moment, then immediately realized why and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. I murmured to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely."

I sat up, put my arm around Mom's shoulder, and said, "Mom, I want… I want to see." "No, we're mother and son, this isn't allowed." "Then why did you help me that time?" "That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already made a mistake; we can't continue down that path." "Mom's breasts were for breastfeeding me, weren't they? I used to suckle them when I was little." Besides, look at me… I turned my mother around so she could see my erect penis.

My mother stared at my lower body, silent for a long time. I stared at her, pleading, “Mom, please, please.” I saw my mother biting her lip, nodding slightly as if shaking her head. I couldn’t bear this situation any longer. I don’t know where the courage came from, but I reached out and touched the shoulder strap of my mother’s pajamas. Just as I pulled the right strap from her shoulder to her upper arm, my mother grabbed my hand and said, “Idiot, this won’t do.” Then she got up and went to the bathroom. I was extremely disappointed and collapsed onto the bed. But Mom came out quickly, her pajamas already off, held in front of her chest. I was incredibly excited and touched. So that's what Mom meant when she said it wouldn't work to take them off like that. How stupid of me!

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

At that moment, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life: a pair of full breasts, round and firm, slightly sagging but still throbbing. The brown areolas accentuated the round, lustrous nipples. Although I had never seen other women's breasts, I was certain these were the most beautiful in the world. My mother seemed unsure what to do with her hands, trying to cover her chest but unable to conceal this beautiful sight. Her shy expression was utterly captivating. It

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

My mother, seeing my stunned expression, said with a coquettish tone (which, to me, was definitely coquettish): "Haven't you seen enough?" No, no, I can never see enough of her beauty. You're so cheeky. I looked up at my mother, but she seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes darting away, looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect lower body and asked with concern: "Is it uncomfortable?" I felt as if I were crying out from the bottom of my heart: "Yes!" My mother said lovingly: "Poor thing." I hurriedly asked, "Mom, can you do it like last time?" Mom looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you'd push your luck. Let me put my clothes on." But I wasn't about to let her go. I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my penis. She struggled, but I held on, and after a while, she gave up. She carefully pulled down my underwear, placing her hand on my burning-hot penis. She seemed surprised by how hot it was, and pulled her hand back slightly, but immediately grasped it. A gentle stroking gave me a feeling of soaring to the heavens again. I couldn't resist pulling Mom closer, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, and kissing her. Mom just said, "Don't touch me like that." I sealed her beautiful red lips with mine.

Since I was lying down, and my mother's left hand was masturbating me, she was practically on top of me when we kissed. I pulled her close, and finally, her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I almost suffocated; a softness I had never felt before spread rapidly throughout my body. I simply pulled my mother down so that her chest was fully in contact with mine.

I was sucking on my mother's fragrant tongue, with her full breasts pressed against my midsection, the sensation so clear I could feel her nipples pressing against me, while below, my mother's small hands were stroking me. This triple stimulation was almost overwhelming. Soon, I reached my climax. Perhaps knowing from my previous experience, my mother knew I was about to ejaculate, and struggled to free herself from my mouth. She grabbed a piece of cloth and placed it on my penis, her hands continuing to stroke me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of fluid gushed out.

When I came to my senses from the intense stimulation of ejaculation, I saw my mother looking at me with those loving eyes again, but it seemed different than before. There was a change in that love, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Looking closer, I realized that the cloth-like thing from before was actually my mother's pajamas. They were covered in thick semen, emitting a strong smell, and there was quite a bit on my mother's hands as well.

Seeing that I was awake, my mother laughed and said, "Look at you now, you've made such a mess of my pajamas..." I said apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry, let me wash them for you." "Who said you had to wash them?" Watching my mother speak, I felt it was the same way she often spoke to my father, a kind of seductive air. Could it be...?

My mother went into the bathroom and put on some clothes—not her pajamas, of course, but something else. When she came out and saw me still lying naked on the bed, she quickly avoided my gaze and said, "My little darling, aren't you dressed yet?" Seeing her shyness, I didn't want to embarrass her any further. I quickly dressed and asked, "Mom, where are we going today?" My mother thought for a moment and said, "Let's go shopping in the morning and go swimming at the beach in the afternoon, okay?" Yay!

My mother and I went to the Qingdao People's Shopping Mall. Since my mother hadn't brought a swimsuit, we needed to buy one. I suggested buying a bikini, but my mother disagreed, saying she was too old for a bikini and it would be embarrassing. I replied that she had such a great figure and it would be a shame not to wear one. As I said this, she looked at me shyly, while I smiled smugly. When we got to the counter, the saleswoman, seeing the mother and son buying bikinis, said, "Ma'am, you're so lucky to have such a filial son." My mother was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.

After buying the swimsuit, Mom didn't seem to be in the mood to shop anymore. I was eager to see her in a bikini, so I dragged her to grab a quick bite and then to the Second Beach, not far from our hotel. It wasn't crowded, and the seawater was relatively clean.

When I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the beach, under the bright sunshine, I saw a beautiful woman standing on the shore in a bikini. Her long hair was styled in a bun, which accentuated the length and graceful lines of her neck. Her full and curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the bikini. That was my mother.

Seeing me staring at her blankly again, Mom knew I was up to no good, so she sat down to stop me from looking so unabashedly. I sat down beside her and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful." Mom didn't say anything, gazing thoughtfully at the undulating sea. I didn't know what she was thinking; maybe she was thinking about Dad, maybe… maybe she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of this morning, just like me.

I pulled Mom up and walked towards the sea. Mom didn't say anything either, letting me hold her hand as we walked towards the water. We swam slowly. Mom had taught me to swim, but she seemed a little distracted. A wave crashed over her, and she choked on water, her strokes becoming erratic. I quickly grabbed her and pulled her close. At seventeen, I was tall and strong. I put my arm around my mother's waist, struggling to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," as we swam back. When we reached the shore, I helped her sit down. She leaned on my shoulder, seemingly exhausted, coughing up the seawater she'd choked on. Looking at her face, red from choking, I felt a pang of heartache. I pulled her into my arms, letting her head rest on my chest, and stroked her shoulder to comfort her. After a while, my mother recovered, suddenly realizing she was leaning against my chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, and looked at me. Now I knew her blushing wasn't because she'd choked on the water, but because she'd leaned against her son's chest. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. I said, "Mom, let's go back. It's so sunny today, you don't want to get a tan." Mom smiled and agreed.

Because we changed our plans, we didn't get back to the hotel until after 2 PM, still a long time before dinner, and not enough time to go out again. So we just rested in the room. After showering and changing, Mom and I sat in the room, unsure what to say. To break the awkward silence, Mom suggested watching TV. When we turned it on, the hotel's closed-circuit television was showing an American blockbuster. A couple was having sex; the scene wasn't explicit, and it was beautifully filmed, but everyone knew it was sex. My mother was embarrassed to watch, but with the remote in my hand, I watched intently, finding it beautiful.

A moderate rain began; the lovemaking on TV was over, and the protagonists started a gunfight and chase. I lost interest and turned to look at my mother. She had just showered, her hair still wet and draped over her shoulders, her rosy lips reminding me of our morning's passionate kiss. I jumped over and sat beside her, kissing her. My mother didn't flinch, letting me kiss her lips. But I kissed her too hard, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the bed. This was unexpected, of course, but I reacted quickly, pressing my entire upper body against hers. Even through her clothes, I could still feel the protrusion of my mother's breasts, a sensation different from that morning.

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

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt my mother's body getting warm, and I realized that there were still many places on her body waiting for me to explore. So I began to kiss my mother's face, then her neck, and her breathing gradually became more intense.

Because I had soiled her onesie, Mom wore another set of pajamas. When I eagerly lifted her shirt, I noticed she was wearing a black bra. The contrast between her fair skin and the black bra was indeed strikingly alluring. I reached out to lift the bra, but it wouldn't budge; there were no clasps, leaving me unsure what to do. Mom knew I was helpless, so she pushed me away, took off her shirt, and reached behind her back a few times. The bra suddenly drooped down, and I realized the clasps were in the back. I quickly took the bra off for Mom and then pushed her back onto the bed.

I held her heaving breasts like precious treasures, gently squeezing them. Seeing no adverse reaction from my mother, I began to play with them. Her full breasts were too large for one hand to grasp, so I used both hands to knead one of her breasts simultaneously. Watching her breasts change shape in my hands was incredibly stimulating. Looking at her reddish-brown nipples, I couldn't resist kissing them. But when I took her nipple into my mouth, she trembled. I began to suckle passionately, as if nursing. My mother stroked my head, and it felt like we were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that my mother's breasts were dry, and the son suckling was now an adult, with a hard penis.

As I rubbed and suckled, my mother's chest heaved more violently, and she made soft moaning sounds. When I released her breasts and moved down to kiss her, she held my head still with her hands and said in a weary voice, "Good son, no, we can't go any further. We'll make a mistake." At that time, I didn't know what sex was like. I had only seen couples on TV who were naked, the man on top of the woman, their buttocks moving constantly. I only felt my penis was very hard, and I wanted to hold my mother's soft body tightly. I knew I wanted to have sex with my mother, but I didn't know how. So when I heard my mother say that, I froze. Then Mom said again: "Do you want to do what they do with me on TV?" I nodded vigorously. Then Mom sat up, took her pajamas and covered her chest, and slowly said: "Child, we are mother and son, we can't do that. But, but Mom, you helped me masturbate and let me kiss your breasts, isn't that sex?" Mom blushed again when she heard me say "masturbate," but she continued: "Yes, Mom shouldn't have done that. Last time I promised to reward you, and I was afraid you'd hurt yourself, so... But today I don't know what happened to me... Anyway, we've already made a mistake, we can't continue making mistakes, otherwise it's... incest." I knew what incest meant, but hearing it from my mother was still very exciting, and I never thought there was anything wrong with it. So without thinking, I said, "Mom, I love you so much, I like you so much, I want to be with you." My mother said angrily, "No, if you keep doing this, Mom won't talk to you anymore.

" I felt like I'd been struck by lightning; all my passion vanished instantly, and I sat slumped on the bed, silent. My mother finished dressing, and seeing my disappointment, she felt a pang of pity. She hugged my head to her chest and said, "My dear child, Mom loves you too. It's my fault for making you so excited, and…sigh, we really can't do something that would betray your father." Hearing my mother say this, I was overwhelmed with sorrow and burst into tears. Between sobs, I said, "Mom, do you know how much I love you? I really need you!" My mother was flustered by my crying and could only keep stroking my head, unable to say anything. After

crying for a while, I felt ashamed of myself, so I looked up and saw that my mother's eyes were also full of tears. I wiped away her tears and asked, "Mom, do you love me?" "Yes, of course I love you. What mother in the world doesn't love her son?" "Then do you love me more or Dad more?" My mother thought for a moment and said, "Of course I love you more. You are a piece of my flesh." "You love me, and I love you, so why can't we be together?" My dear child, Mom's love for you is different from her love for your father. You'll understand when you grow up.

After saying this, Mom got up and sat on the sofa. I knew there was no point in saying anything more, so I gave up. In the following days, although Mom and I explored all of Qingdao, a rift remained between us, and we weren't truly happy. About a week later, we went home. The summer after my second year of high school passed quickly. My relationship with Mom seemed to have returned to normal, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wonder if Mom felt the same way.

School started, and the workload was overwhelming. I studied mechanically, doing homework and reviewing every day. I became increasingly quiet and withdrawn at home. My dad thought I was becoming more sensible, but my mom could tell I was somewhat distracted.

Soon, National Day arrived, and the school kindly gave us senior students a day off. I remember it was October 1st. My dad had an event at work, so it was just my mom and me at home. I locked myself in my room. I never used to lock my door, but it had changed since we came back from Qingdao.

After lunch, I went back to my room, not interested in studying, just lying on my bed randomly flipping through books. Then, my mom knocked on the door and said, "It's Mom, open the door." I opened the door and went back to bed. My mother came over and said to me, "Child, is there anything you want to say to your mother?" I retorted angrily, "I already said what I needed to say in Qingdao. Don't you think this is cruel to your mother? Do you think it makes your mother feel any better? How do you think your mother feels now?" These three questions stunned me and even made my mother cry. Seeing my mother's tears, I panicked. I quickly pulled her to sit down on the bed, wiped her tears, and said, "Mom, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now; my mind is in complete turmoil." My mother looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, gazing deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all my fault. I set a bad precedent for you." I quickly replied, "No, it's my fault. I'm always overthinking things, and you have to worry about me." Touched by these words, my mother hugged me tightly, and I hugged her back just as firmly. The misunderstanding between us vanished. As I savored the scent of my mother's hair, she said in a soft, gentle voice, "If you still want it, I can let you… but I have two conditions." I was surprised, but I pretended to be calm and said, "Tell me, Mom." First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, you can't really make love with Mom. Mom can let you kiss me and use your hands to help you, but we can't have anything else, okay? I looked at Mom's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears again, and said, "No, Mom, I don't want to put you in a difficult position." Silly child, how could Mom be in a difficult position for you? Don't worry, Mom has made up her mind; just don't let your father know. At this moment, what else could I say? I closed my eyes and wanted to kiss Mom.

Perhaps because of what I had just said, or perhaps because I hadn't kissed Mom for over two months, this time it was especially blissful, and Mom was even more cooperative than when we were in Qingdao. Of course, my lower body became incredibly hard again. Mom noticed, pushed me away, unbuttoned her shirt, and helped me take off my pants. Just like last time, I rubbed Mom's breasts until she helped me masturbate until I ejaculated. This time I ejaculated a lot, and it felt great. Mom carefully cleaned me up before getting dressed.

From then on, to avoid disappointing Mom, I started to focus on my studies again, and Mom helped me masturbate about once a week, sometimes twice, depending on whether there was an opportunity, because we had to hide it from Dad. Sometimes, when there wasn't enough time, Mom wouldn't take off her clothes. She would just let me touch her through or under her clothes. As the weather got cooler, we mostly did it through her clothes. We developed a tacit understanding: when I really wanted it, I would whisper to her while serving her food at dinner time, "Mom, I miss you." And when Dad said he had to go out that night, we would quickly exchange glances, and after he left, Mom would come to my room. All the affectionate behavior took place in my room. I had asked to do it in the living room or Mom's room, but I was never allowed to.

New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye. In another relatively formal mock exam, I did quite well again. Plus, it was my mother's 43rd birthday at the end of January, so the whole family was very happy. Unfortunately, my father had to go to Shanghai on a business trip and wouldn't be back until before the Spring Festival, meaning he wouldn't be home for my mother's birthday. Before leaving, my father told me to give my mother a proper birthday celebration. I thought to myself: I'll shoot a lot of things in my mother's hands; I wonder if that counts as a birthday present.

Even so, I still prepared a gift for my mother—a cashmere scarf, quite expensive, which I bought with my saved allowance. On my mother's birthday night, we cooked several dishes and opened a bottle of red wine. When I took out the gift, my mother was overjoyed. I wrapped a red scarf around her neck, and with the wine and the scarf accentuating her features, she looked absolutely beautiful.

Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished, and my mother was starting to feel unwell. I helped her to sit on the sofa and cleaned up the leftovers. When I returned, my mother was slumped on the sofa, perhaps asleep. I had to carry her to her bed. Looking at my mother's serene and peaceful appearance, I couldn't resist a surge of lust and began to undress her. My mother was limp all over, and it took me a lot of effort to take off her top. I played with her breasts for a while, but my attention quickly shifted to her lower body. Although I had been intimate with my mother so many times, the most I had ever seen of her lower body was her underwear. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I carefully removed my mother's outer pants and thermal underwear, leaving her only in her underwear. My mother's full thighs were laid out before me, and I stroked them up and down before finally deciding to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of clothing was removed from my mother's body, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally fully revealed before me. Her upper body was covered in the full breasts I knew all too well and couldn't get enough of looking at; her lower body, that mysterious area, had sparse pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from the hair on my body. I spread my mother's thighs, and between her legs, I saw a brown slit. I knew that was a woman's vulva; that's where I came into this world.

I studied my mother's genitals, comparing them to the descriptions in the book I remembered, and found her labia majora and minora, clitoris. I even took a deep breath of the scent of her vulva. So fragrant!

During this process, my mother only hummed a few times; I knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged into my mind. My mother didn't allow me to have sex with her, so why not take this opportunity…

Without further ado, I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both my mother and me under the blankets. I rushed to press my body against hers. This made me understand what love truly meant. I lay on top of my mother, kissing and caressing her for a while, until my penis was so engorged I couldn't stand it anymore, and then I began my assault. That movement made me realize it wasn't simple. My mother was drowsy and motionless, and I couldn't find the right spot. I tried several times but couldn't get it in place, and I was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Then, my mother's hand moved slightly, seemingly guiding my penis. I immediately found the right spot, and with a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tight, enveloping me, not as tight as during masturbation, but the feeling was even more intoxicating. I started moving involuntarily, and my movements went from clumsy to skillful, because I had found the most comfortable way to move.

I glanced at my mother and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she was enduring something. I realized then that my mother was awake, and that the previous movement had been intentional, helping me. I excitedly kissed my mother. But when I touched her lips, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So that's what she had been holding back from moaning.

With each vigorous thrust, my mother's breathing and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Fortunately, after so many masturbations, I had experience controlling my ejaculation, and I managed to resist the urge each time.

After countless thrusts, my mother's genitals were soaking wet.

Suddenly, Mom hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently a few times. She seemed to have used up all her strength, and then went limp. I didn't know what was happening, and continued to thrust deeply. In the middle of the rain, I could no longer suppress the urge to explode, and a stream of semen shot into the depths of Mom's vagina like a bullet.

Exhausted, I lay panting on top of Mom, who also lay listlessly. After a long, long time, I noticed Mom opening her eyes and looking at me. There was something complex in her eyes that made me uneasy. I whispered, "Mom, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "I'm angry that you were drunk, and I..." Mom smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get your mother, but if I were really drunk, could you even get in?"

I knew Mom was referring to the time she helped me penetrate, and I said shyly, "That was my first time." Mom looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to your mother." I was so happy that I gave it to Mom. Mom was happy too.

At that moment, Mom and I both felt that the area where we were about to touch was very wet and cold. When we separated, we saw that our genitals were almost completely soaked. There was a large wet patch on the sheets, and our bodily fluids mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. My once proud penis now hung limply between my legs.

Seeing my mother looking at it as if mocking me, I quickly changed the subject, saying, "Let's go take a shower." My mother didn't say much and told me to go first.
(VII)

I went to the bathroom and started showering. After a while, my mother came in, also naked, and stood under the showerhead to shower with me. As my mother washed her hair, I saw the white foam sliding down her head, from her breasts to her genitals. This unusual stimulation made me hard again. I slowly approached my mother, and she noticed, rinsing the foam off her hair and opening her eyes to look at me. I was once again captivated by her loving gaze.

I asked cautiously, "Mom, didn't you used to forbid me from...?" Mom laughed and said, "This was unexpected too. I was indeed a little groggy just now. You carried me to bed, and when I came to, you were thrusting around wildly. You made me feel so itchy, and I really couldn't bear to disappoint you, so..." I excitedly hugged Mom and started kissing her passionately. Soon, we were both incredibly excited. After drying ourselves off, we somehow ended up back on the bed. This time, while not exactly smooth sailing, it was much better than before. I thrust for a full half hour, during which Mom trembled twice. And I finally ejaculated deep into her uterus. The continuous battles left both my mother and me exhausted. That night, I slept soundly in my mother's arms. The next morning

, when I woke up, my mother was already up, sitting at her dressing table combing her hair. She was wearing the same nightgown I had smeared with semen in Qingdao. I got excited again, jumped up, and grabbed my mother, trying to kiss her, but she stopped me, saying, "Honey, don't do that. Although we... we can't continue like this without restraint. After all, I'm your mother, and I know you're young, and once you taste this, it's easy to become unrestrained. If your father finds out, it'll be all over. So, Mom has to tell you a few conditions." I knew Mom was right, so I let her continue. "We'll still do what we always did. As long as you study hard, Mom will give you what you want, but you can't be too explicit, okay?" Hearing that I could still have sex with Mom, I obediently said, "Mom, I'll do whatever you say."

Mom smiled and said, "Good girl, go wash your face and brush your teeth." But I was still hard, so I held onto Mom and said, "Mom, I want it, Dad's not here anyway." Mom flicked me on the head and said, "I knew you'd do that." Before she finished speaking, I had already picked her up and put her on the bed.

My hands roamed over Mom's body, arousing her as well. Her two round, large breasts began to harden and swell under my caresses, and her legs started to loosen. I helped my mother take off her pajamas, and taking advantage of the moment, I spread her thighs apart and intentionally probed her vagina with my hand, gently thrusting in and out.

Gradually, my mother became very wet down there, and she grasped my thick penis, guiding it into her vagina. I pressed my mother down beneath me, and my penis began to move rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, thrusting in and out from the left and right. The extreme pleasure made my mother extremely happy, and she began to moan loudly. My mother had completely disregarded the boundaries of morality; she eagerly savored this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts.

I kissed her, savoring her fragrance, and in the midst of intense movements, I ejaculated once more. My mother, immersed in unparalleled joy, nestled limply against my chest.

For the next few days, I slept in my mother's bed. She cooked delicious meals every day and came home early from work to be with me. I can't remember how many times we made love, but my technique improved significantly, and I finally understood that my mother's unusual trembling was a sign of orgasm. I discovered that my mother had orgasms every time, sometimes even twice, and the bond between mother and son reached a new level.

A few days later, Dad came back, and my honeymoon with Mom was over. I became a good boy again, focusing on my studies every day, but every night when Mom brought me milk, she would kiss me for a while, allowing me to touch her body. Although it was just a brief, fleeting moment, it motivated me to study.

Ever since I had real sex with my mom, I started paying attention to my parents' sex life. They did it about once a week, usually on weekends. My mom didn't moan much during sex; at least I couldn't hear a sound from outside the door. I only knew that shortly after they went to bed, my mom would go to the bathroom to shower for a while, so they must have already done it. This puzzled me. My mom would moan when she was with me, sometimes quite loudly. Did she and my dad have a bad sex life?

During the Lunar New Year, many relatives and guests visited, and my mom and I couldn't find a chance to be intimate, which made me feel very frustrated. Finally, on the night of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, after I went to bed, I heard my mom go to the bathroom. Knowing that she must have just finished with my dad, I quietly got up and went into the bathroom.

My mother, wearing pajamas, was wiping her genitals with a towel, the hem of her dress lifted. Seeing me come in, she smiled shyly and continued washing. I went over, took the towel, and helped her dry herself. My mother didn't say anything, but I gradually realized my goal wasn't to dry her, but to make her even wetter. Her legs started to tremble, and I finally couldn't resist hugging her.

My mother said, "If you want to, hurry up." I immediately carried my mother to the sink, took off my pants, and tried to penetrate her. Because she was already very wet, I entered her easily. I thrust hard, and my mother held me, desperately trying not to make a sound. But even though I thrust in quickly and deeply, she couldn't help but moan. She quickly reached orgasm, and I, too, ejaculated from the novel position and forbidden pleasure. My mother and I quickly tidied up and went back to our rooms. My heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, finally settled the next morning when everything seemed fine.

Later, I kissed my mother and asked why she moaned when we were having sex, but not when she was with my father. She shyly replied, "You're so young, so thick and hard, that's why I moan when I feel good." Seeing her shy expression, I realized I had surpassed my father sexually. For my mother's sexual happiness, I secretly vowed to study hard and, more importantly, to make love to her properly.

Soon, the second semester of my senior year of high school began. Because I had a real physical relationship with my mother, my sexual desire was released, and I felt that I would be letting her down if I didn't study hard, so I studied very diligently. Of course, when I got home, my mother would always reward me. We seized every opportunity to make love, although each time was very short and a bit rushed. We would almost start as soon as we took off our clothes and put them back on immediately afterward, but I still felt very comfortable, especially my mother. She became more and more open, moaning loudly whenever we made love, and almost always reaching orgasm.

Humans are not easily satisfied; desire seems to be a bottomless pit. I gradually became dissatisfied with just making love with my mother and wanted to sleep with her, to be together all night. But there was never a chance. Things only changed during the college entrance exam.

July is scorching hot. Because my home was far from the exam venue, my family decided to book a room in a hotel near the venue so I could rest well during the exam. We booked a standard room, and my father decided that my mother would stay with me at the hotel every night to take care of me. Of course, he didn't know about my relationship with my mother, nor did he know what my mother needed most. On

July 6th, our family had dinner together. My father took my mother and me to the hotel, told me to rest well and focus on my exam, and asked my mother to take good care of me before he went home.

I wasn't really under much pressure about the college entrance exam because I knew I'd get into a top university, and I'd taken so many tests that I was practically numb to it. But I couldn't miss the chance to be alone with my mom. As soon as she left, I hugged her, and her face turned red again. Even though we'd done it so many times, Yuexu, we're still mother and son, and she always blushed when I hugged and kissed her. My mom whispered, "You have an exam tomorrow, you need to rest today." I kissed her and said, "Being with Mom is the best rest."

I quickly took off my clothes, leaving my mom completely naked. Since we had plenty of time, I decided to have some fun with her. I placed my mother on the bed, and after a series of kisses and caresses, my mouth moved to her genitals. My mother knew what I was about to do and hurriedly said, "No, you can't kiss there." But I had already begun. I gently sucked on my mother's labia, occasionally lightly biting her bright red clitoris.

With my sucking and licking, my mother gradually became aroused. Her thighs slowly clamped around my head, her skin swaying gently with my movements. She murmured, "Mom can't take it anymore, good boy, Mom can't take it."

Since it was my first time giving my mother oral sex, the unusual stimulation quickly brought her to orgasm. A torrent of fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, which I swallowed, making her genitals incredibly wet.

After a long, labored breath, she said softly, "You're killing me, come on, I'll let you have your fill tonight." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her. I couldn't resist any longer and thrust my erect penis into her vagina. My mother obediently spread her legs, revealing her vulva, making it easy for me to penetrate. I was already experienced with this situation, so I guided my penis, aligning the head of my large penis with her vagina, and gently inserted it. Although my mother was already very wet, she still let out a soft moan as my large penis entered. The warm, comfortable sensation of my mother's tight, fleshy opening tightly holding my penis excited me so much that I thrust my entire penis into her warm, tight vagina.

I began to thrust gently and slowly, but this thrusting gradually became rougher and more unrestrained. As I increased the speed of my thrusts, the soft moans my mother initially made gradually turned into joyful groans.

After about a thousand thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. My mother, exhausted from her second orgasm, let me lie on top of her. After a while, my mother pushed me away. I thought she went back to the bathroom to wash up, but instead, she rolled over and took my penis into her mouth. This was the first time my mother had let my penis into her mouth, and it was covered in my semen and her own bodily fluids. My mother gently licked it, and that tenderness made my penis, which had just ejaculated, feel extremely comfortable. Soon, I became erect again. My mother looked up at me and continued her actions.

I could tell this was my mother's first time giving a man oral sex, and she wasn't very skilled, at least not like the ones I'd seen in porn. She just held my penis in her mouth, carefully licking my glans, as if afraid of hurting me. But the stimulation was too much for me to handle, and I impulsively pushed my mother down again. Another passionate encounter ensued.

Because of tomorrow's exam, my mother only did it twice before forbidding me from doing it again, so I could only fall asleep with my mother in my arms.

The next morning, my mother woke me up, and we took a shower together. In the bathroom, my mother gave me oral sex for a while, which excited me so much that I had sex with her in the bathtub. After we finished cleaning up, my father came. My mother and I reconciled, and after breakfast, I went to the exam hall.

The next two and a half days passed smoothly, and so did my sex life with my mother. Having learned oral sex, we had another way to have fun. I even asked my mother to give me oral sex like in adult films. My mother did her best to satisfy me, making me feel incredibly good every night. How could my exams not go well?

Unfortunately, the college entrance exam only lasted two and a half days. After the last exam, we went home. My father told my classmates to relax, but I kept thinking about my mother's body, and everything else seemed meaningless. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, I naturally became addicted to it, especially since my beautiful and lovely mother was the one I shared it with.

(IX)

After the college entrance examination, it felt as if everything in the world had been done. I had nothing to do all day, which was supposed to be relaxing, but it was more uncomfortable than having something to do. My mind was no longer on studying, and all that was left was my mother. Ever since I started giving my mother oral sex, I became addicted to this method, and my mother seemed to like it too. In the following times we made love, we would give each other oral sex for a while first, getting very excited before penetration. This made the orgasm even more intense, and we really enjoyed it.

Dad had suggested that Mom and I go out again, but Mom was too busy at work to go, so we had to cancel. Mom even apologized to me for this, saying she would give me oral sex until I ejaculated. Actually, it wasn't necessary. Why would I force Mom when she's having difficulties?

This summer was exceptionally hot, and everyone in my family wore very little clothing at home. Every time I saw my mother's body wrapped in thin clothes, I got incredibly excited, but unfortunately, opportunities were too few. Although every time I had a tryst with my mother, it wasn't something that happened often.

One evening, my mother was working overtime at her office. My father and I had just finished dinner when it started pouring rain. My mother didn't have any rain gear, so my father asked me to bring her some. When I finally arrived at my mother's office, I opened the door and saw her working at her desk. She was alone in the office. When she looked up and saw me, she saw me soaking wet. Although I had an umbrella, the rain was too heavy and the wind was blowing, soaking my clothes and pants almost completely.

When my mother saw me like this, she knew I had come to bring rain gear. She quickly ran over, pulled me into the room, closed the door, and, ignoring my soaked state, hugged me tightly, saying, "Good boy, Mom knew you were a good boy. Come on, take off your wet clothes, don't catch a cold." As she spoke, she helped me take off my wet shirt. I'm already an eighteen-year-old young man, and my well-developed muscles still left my mother somewhat stunned, even though she had seen them countless times. I watched her stare at my chest muscles, her fingers wiping the raindrops off my body, as if she were wiping her lover. I couldn't help but pull my mother into my arms. She leaned softly against me, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. I immediately became erect. My mother noticed and said, "Child, it's been so long since you've done it with me, hasn't it? Come on, let me satisfy your craving today."

With that, she knelt down, pulled down my pants, and I felt my penis enter her wet, soft place again. With my mother's sucking, I felt an intense, painful swelling down there, so I held her head and began to thrust, as if I were penetrating her vagina. Soon after, I ejaculated into my mother's mouth. Strangely, this time my mother didn't spit out my semen as usual; instead, she swallowed it all. I helped my mother up, and just as I was about to ask, she smiled and said, "My good boy, I love your things. I was shy before, but I really love it when you ejaculate inside me, whether it's in my mouth or..."

Seeing her joyful and satisfied smile, my penis felt like it was on fire again. I suddenly picked her up and placed her on the desk. Knowing what I meant, she cooperated by lifting her skirt and taking off her underwear. I reached down and touched her; she was completely wet. Her body trembled at the movement of my fingers. I guided my hard, iron-like penis and slowly inserted it into her body, beginning to slowly thrust in and out.

I kissed my mother's cheeks and neck so I could reach in and caress her breasts, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I love you. I'm going to make you orgasm. Mom, are you comfortable?" My mother's breathing was rapid, and she gasped, "Yes, yes, good son, make Mom orgasm."

This time, I thrust for a long time, making my mother orgasm almost three times. After I ejaculated again, my mother didn't even have the strength to sit up; she could only lean against me, and it took her a long time to recover. I lifted my mother off the table and saw a wet patch on it; I didn't know if it was mine or hers. It took my mother and me quite a while to clean up. Then we sat on the sofa in the office, caressing each other and chatting until the rain subsided before going home.

From then on, my mother and I found this new place. On weekends, my mother often said she had to work overtime, and I would use the excuse of meeting up with classmates to go to my mother's office for a tryst. The desk, the sofa, the filing cabinet—all were our favorite places to make love. My father never suspected anything, and the people at my mother's workplace seemed lazy and never bothered us. And so, that summer, my mother and I spent a very happy time together.

But good times are always short-lived. I was accepted into a prestigious university and was about to begin my studies in another city. The weekend before I left, I spent the whole day in my mom's office, completely engrossed in conversation. Finally, I finished my high school years with my mom's reward. But I know my mom's reward won't end, just like her love for me will last a lifetime.

Looking back on my three years of high school, there were many hardships, but also many joys, all of which came from my mom because she loves me so much.

My mom gave birth to me when she was 25, and now she's almost 50. Time has left its mark, but she's better maintained than most women in their 40s. She's slightly overweight, her breasts are a little saggy, and her lower abdomen protrudes a bit, but her skin is very good, and she has few wrinkles on her face. At least in my eyes, she's the most beautiful mother in the world.

Our family has a very good relationship; my parents are very harmonious, but I always feel that my mother is especially good to me. Maybe it's because I'm her own flesh and blood, so naturally we're closer.

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

But I have a better method: masturbating before bed. Every time I ejaculate, I feel very tired, so I can fall asleep quickly and sleep very soundly. As for the objects of my masturbation, they are mostly celebrities, like Kelly Chen, Twins, or others. But one night, I dreamt of having sex with my mother and even ejaculating. From then on, my mother became my masturbation rival. No so-called celebrities could compare to my dearest mother. Lost

in fantasies about my mother, my first year of high school passed quickly. In my second year, I was placed in the humanities class. The girls in my class were always chattering, which gave me a deeper appreciation for my mother's mature beauty. My masturbation became even more frequent. Because my mind was constantly preoccupied with my mother's body, my grades plummeted. The teacher invited my father to the school, hoping that parents would cooperate to find the reason for my declining grades, since I had a good chance of getting into a top university. When Dad came home, he discussed it with Mom, but didn't say anything to me, only telling me to focus on my studies. I think they had no idea what I was thinking, but I still deeply felt their care and love. Especially Mom, I saw nothing but love in her eyes.

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

One night in the second semester of my junior year, Dad was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room. Mom was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't help but take out Mom's picture and masturbate again. The picture was one I had taken of Mom at home not long ago. Mom was smiling in the picture, and I looked at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moving rapidly inside my pants. Just then, Mom pushed the door open and came in. My desk was facing away from the door, so I didn't notice. I was still continuing. But when I heard that familiar voice ask in surprise, "What are you doing?", I had already ejaculated, panting. I turned around and saw Mom's surprised and slightly angry face. I was terrified and didn't know what to say. Mom knew what I was doing, of course, but when she saw her photo on the desk, her face turned red, all the way to her ears. Seeing me standing there blankly, she said, "Go and clean yourself up." I practically ran to the bathroom, took out my penis, and wiped it clean, but I hadn't brought my underwear with me, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear as well.

When I got back to my room, Mom was sitting on my bed. Seeing me come in, she beckoned me to sit next to her and then gently asked, "Do you often do this?" I said, "Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?" Mom smiled and said, "How could I be? Mom knows you're all grown up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent; it'll hurt your health." Seeing that Mom wasn't angry, my heart immediately relaxed. Mom asked again, "Why are you taking Mom's picture?" I answered hesitantly, "I love Mom so much, so I think about you all the time." "Silly child, what are you thinking? I'm your mother. Besides, doing this all the time will affect your studies." "Don't do it again, understand?" "Okay, I understand." Then, my mother said those words that I still remember vividly: "My good child, you must study hard. Mom is counting on you. As long as you study hard, if you have any difficulties, Mom will help you solve them." I looked into my mother's eyes and immediately understood what she meant. I said, "Mom, don't worry, I will listen to you. Just wait for my good news." From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating. I just took out my mother's photo every night to admire it. Hard work pays off. At the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade. Even my teacher was surprised by my progress. The whole family was even happier. My dad gave me special permission to drink, but he got drunk before I did.

My mom and I helped my dad to his bedroom and laid him down. He kept saying, "Good son, well done!" We went back to the table, and I asked, "Mom, is Dad alright?" He always thinks he's still young, but he can't even outdrink his son. Actually, I was a little tipsy myself, and without thinking, I asked, "Mom, I did well on my test, what's your prize?" My mom understood what I meant. She gave me a sidelong glance and said, "Go to your room." I suppressed my racing heart and went back to my room. My mom followed me in and locked the door. She came to my side, made me lie down, and then gently pulled down my pants. My penis, already erect, was now free of the constraints of pants, standing tall and straight. My mother looked at it for a while and said, "My son has really grown up. Close your eyes." I immediately obediently closed my eyes, feeling my mother's hand touching my penis; it was so soft and felt so good. Then my mother began to slowly masturbate me. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it felt much better than if I did it myself. I started to moan, secretly peeking at my mother. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at me lovingly. The thought that my mother was masturbating me filled me with immense excitement. I ejaculated shortly after, and because I wasn't prepared, I came everywhere. I looked at my mother a little embarrassed, and she scolded me, "You're still just a child." Then she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat. She helped me put on my pants and asked, "Was it comfortable?" "It felt so good, Mom! Will you help me again?" "As long as you study hard and make Mom proud, why wouldn't Mom want to make my good son comfortable?" she said, quickly kissing me on the cheek before leaving. I lay there, feeling completely relaxed and not wanting to move at all, and fell asleep.

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

We went to Qingdao, not with a tour group, but on our own, which gave us more freedom. After getting off the plane, we checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, near the sea, in an elegant setting. Since it was just the mother and son, we only booked one standard room. We could see the sea from the window. It was my first time at the beach, and I was so excited that I didn't notice my mother's somewhat gloomy expression. But by dinner time, I noticed something was wrong. I asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, maybe I'm just tired from the flight." Although that's what Mom said, I knew it wasn't because of that. I realized my selfish behavior. How could I only think of my own happiness and forget about my mother?

I decided to correct my mistake with actions. I chatted with Mom, cracking jokes and constantly putting her favorite dishes on her plate. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally happy too.

After dinner, back in my room, Mom said she was going to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. After she finished showering, she came out and saw that the two single beds that were originally separate in the room had been moved together, making it look like a double bed. She asked me in surprise why, and I said, "I haven't slept with Mom in years, so I'm going to sleep with her tonight." Mom laughed and said, "You're still so little! You're so big and you still want to sleep with Mom? Aren't you ashamed?" "Not ashamed at all! I'll always be Mom's little child, and little children should sleep with their mothers!" "Okay then, but don't move around or have any bad thoughts." "Yes, I promise!"

After saying that, I also ran to shower and, wearing only my underwear, crawled into bed. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had the air conditioning on, so I needed a light blanket.

As soon as I lay down, I smelled my mother's fragrance—not the scent of soap, but a unique aroma I couldn't describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to her. She was wearing a one-piece bathrobe, made of silk, which felt very comfortable against my skin, but I wanted to be closer to her skin; that would feel even more comfortable. I whispered, "Mom, can I hug you?" My mother was lying with her back to me. After a few seconds, she said, "Okay." I tentatively placed my left hand on my mother's waist. It was so soft there. Although it didn't have the curves of a young girl's, the fullness of it felt wonderful. After a while, seeing that my mother didn't seem to mind, I moved my hand towards her lower abdomen. There was even more flesh there, and I could feel its warmth even through her bathrobe. Just as I was touching her, my mother pressed my hand down, saying, "Just leave it there, don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis against her buttocks. My mother's buttocks were so full. I shifted my body so that my penis was pressed against her butt crack, because that's where I felt the most comfortable.

I felt my mother's body trembling. I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" "A little. Just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" My right hand was uncomfortable under her body, so I simply reached under my mother's neck and hugged her. My mother seemed to groan slightly, but didn't say anything. I held my mother very tightly, my penis pressed against her without moving, enjoying it. My mother gradually stopped trembling, and her body slowly softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly. Perhaps because we were too tired from the plane ride, we fell asleep embracing each other.

The next morning, I woke up early because I needed to pee. Opening my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my mother curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right arm around my waist. This excited me greatly. Looking at my mother sleeping soundly, with her mature charm and a touch of girlish beauty, my heart was deeply moved, and my penis swelled up like iron.

I was afraid of waking her, but I was so impulsive, so I gently moved my body and brought my lips closer to hers. When I was only about two centimeters away, my mother suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds. Mom laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to sneak up on Mom?" I smiled sheepishly, but I wasn't giving up. I pleaded, "Mom, just let me kiss you, just once." Mom looked at me intently for a moment, then closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit consent, so I imitated how I kissed on TV, slowly bringing my lips closer and gently kissing my mother's full lips. I just kissed my mother's lips like that. At that time, I didn't know what a real kiss was like; I was just imitating. So, apart from the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything special. Just then, Mom's mouth opened slightly, and I mischievously stuck my tongue inside, wanting to startle her. But once it was inside, I knew it would be good. Mom's mouth was wet and slippery, and when my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock sensation shot through my tongue. Naturally, I wasn't going to miss such a pleasure, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. Mom tried to pull away at first, but there was nowhere to hide; my tongue was tightly wrapped around her, sucking on her.

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

We kissed for who knows how long, until my tongue felt a little numb, so I pulled away. Mom must have been exhausted, as she was breathing softly beside me. After a while, Mom sat up and said to me, "You little rascal, you've worn me out! Even your dad doesn't kiss me for this long." I laughed and said, "Dad gets to kiss me every day, but this is a rare opportunity for me!" Mom got up with a smile to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still lying in bed and said, "Get up, my lazy son." "No, I want Mom to pull me up," I said coquettishly. Mom reluctantly bent down to pull me up, and just then, I saw her breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. I froze. They were so big, so white, and it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra... Mom noticed my strange expression, hesitated for a moment, then immediately realized why and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. I murmured to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely."

I sat up, put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and said, "Mom, I want...I want to see." "No, we're mother and son, this won't do." "Then why did you help me that time, Mom?" "That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already gone wrong; we can't continue down that path." "Mom's breasts were for breastfeeding me, weren't they? I used to suckle them when I was little." "Besides, look at me..." I turned my mother around, letting her see my erect penis.

My mother stared at my lower body, silent for a long time. I stared at her, pleading, "Mom, please, please." I saw my mother biting her lip, nodding slightly as if shaking her head. I couldn't bear this situation any longer. I don't know where the courage came from, but I reached out and touched the shoulder strap of my mother's pajamas. Just as I pulled the right strap from her shoulder to her upper arm, my mother grabbed my hand and said, "Idiot, this won't do." Then she got up and went to the bathroom. I was extremely disappointed and collapsed onto the bed. But my mother quickly came out, her pajamas already off, held in front of her chest. I was incredibly excited and touched. So that's what my mother meant—that way wouldn't work. I was so stupid.

My mother came over and sat on the edge of the bed. She didn't say a word, just looked at me. I was extremely nervous, and my hand trembled as I reached out. As I touched her pajamas, I also touched the skin of her chest. At that moment, I saw her eyes close. Her hand tightened for only a moment, and I pulled the pajamas down.

At that moment, I saw the most beautiful picture I had ever seen: a pair of full breasts, round and firm, slightly sagging but still throbbing. The brown areolas accentuated the round and lustrous nipples. Although I had never seen any other woman's breasts, I was certain that these were the most beautiful in the world. My mother seemed to have nowhere to put her hands; she wanted to cover her chest, but she couldn't hide this beautiful sight. Her shy expression was absolutely captivating.

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

My mother, seeing my stunned expression, said coquettishly (which sounded absolutely coquettish to me): "Haven't you seen enough?" No, no, I can never see enough of someone this beautiful. You're so cheeky. I looked up at my mother, but she seemed to avoid my gaze, her eyes darting away. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect penis and asked with concern, "Is it very uncomfortable?" I seemed to cry out from the bottom of my heart, "Yes!" My mother said lovingly, "Poor thing." I hurriedly said, "Mom, can you do it like last time?" My mother looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you'd push your luck. I'll go put my clothes on." But I wasn't about to let her go; I grabbed her hand and pressed it onto my penis. She tried to struggle, but I held on, and after a while, she gave up. She carefully pulled down my underwear, placing her hand on my burning hot penis. She seemed surprised by its heat, pulling her hand back slightly, but immediately grasping it. The gentle stroking sent a wave of pleasure through me. I couldn't resist pulling my mother closer, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, and kissing her. My mother had barely uttered, "Don't touch me," when my beautiful red lips were sealed by hers.

Because I was lying down, and my mother's left hand was masturbating me, she was practically on top of me as we kissed. I pulled her close, and finally, her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I almost suffocated; a softness I had never felt before spread rapidly throughout my body. I simply pulled my mother down onto me, pressing her chest against mine.

I was sucking on her tongue, her full breasts pressed against my skin, the sensation so clear I could feel her nipples pressing against me, while her small hands were stroking my lower body. This triple stimulation was almost overwhelming. Soon, I reached my climax. Perhaps knowing from my previous experience, my mother knew I was about to ejaculate. She struggled to free herself from my mouth, grabbed a piece of cloth, and placed it on my penis, her hands continuing to stroke me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of fluid gushed out.

When I came to my senses from the intense stimulation of ejaculation, I saw my mother looking at me with those loving eyes again, but it seemed different than before. There was a change in that love, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Looking closer, I realized that the cloth-like thing from before was actually my mother's pajamas. They were covered in thick semen, emitting a strong smell, and there was quite a bit on my mother's hands as well.

Seeing that I was awake, my mother laughed and said, "Look at you now, you've made such a mess of my pajamas..." I said apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry, let me wash them for you." "Who said you had to wash them?" Watching my mother speak, I felt it was the same way she often spoke to my father, a kind of seductive air. Could it be...?

My mother went into the bathroom and put on some clothes—not her pajamas, of course, but something else. When she came out and saw me still lying naked on the bed, she quickly avoided my gaze and said, "My little darling, aren't you dressed yet?" Seeing her shyness, I didn't want to embarrass her any further. I quickly dressed and asked, "Mom, where are we going today?" My mother thought for a moment and said, "Let's go shopping in the morning and go swimming at the beach in the afternoon, okay?" Yay!

My mother and I went to the Qingdao People's Shopping Mall. Since my mother hadn't brought a swimsuit, we needed to buy one. I suggested buying a bikini, but my mother disagreed, saying she was too old for a bikini and it would be embarrassing. I replied that she had such a great figure and it would be a shame not to wear one. As I said this, she looked at me shyly, while I smiled smugly. When we got to the counter, the saleswoman, seeing the mother and son buying bikinis, said, "Ma'am, you're so lucky to have such a filial son." My mother was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.

After buying the swimsuit, Mom didn't seem to be in the mood to shop anymore. I was eager to see her in a bikini, so I dragged her to grab a quick bite and then to the Second Beach, not far from our hotel. It wasn't crowded, and the seawater was relatively clean.

When I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the beach, under the bright sunshine, I saw a beautiful woman standing on the shore in a bikini. Her long hair was styled in a bun, which accentuated the length and graceful lines of her neck. Her full and curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the bikini. That was my mother.

Seeing me staring at her blankly again, Mom knew I was up to no good, so she sat down to stop me from looking so unabashedly. I sat down beside her and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful." Mom didn't say anything, gazing thoughtfully at the undulating sea. I didn't know what she was thinking; maybe she was thinking about Dad, maybe… maybe she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of this morning, just like me.

I pulled Mom up and walked towards the sea. Mom didn't say anything either, letting me hold her hand as we walked towards the water. We swam slowly. Mom had taught me to swim, but she seemed a little distracted. A wave crashed over her, and she choked on water, her strokes becoming erratic. I quickly grabbed her and pulled her close. At seventeen, I was tall and strong. I put my arm around my mother's waist, struggling to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," as we swam back. When we reached the shore, I helped her sit down. She leaned on my shoulder, seemingly exhausted, coughing up the seawater she'd choked on. Looking at her face, red from choking, I felt a pang of heartache. I pulled her into my arms, letting her head rest on my chest, and stroked her shoulder to comfort her. After a while, my mother recovered, suddenly realizing she was leaning against my chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, and looked at me. Now I knew her blushing wasn't because she'd choked on the water, but because she'd leaned against her son's chest. I couldn't help but laugh. I said, "Mom, let's go back. It's so sunny today, you don't want to get a tan." Mom smiled and agreed.

Because we changed our plans, we didn't get back to the hotel until after 2 PM, which was still a long time before dinner, and we didn't have enough time to go out again. So we just rested in the room. After my mom and I showered and changed, we sat in the room, unsure of what to say. To break the awkwardness, my mom suggested watching TV. When we turned it on, the hotel's closed-circuit TV was showing an American blockbuster. A couple was having sex; the scene wasn't explicit, and it was filmed beautifully, but everyone knew it was sex. My mom was embarrassed to watch, but I had the remote control in my hand, and I watched intently, finding it beautiful.

It started raining heavily. The sex scene on TV ended, and the characters started a gunfight and chase. I lost interest and turned to look at my mom. She had just showered, her hair still damp and draped over her shoulders, her rosy lips reminding me of our passionate encounter this morning. I jumped over and sat beside her, kissing her. My mother didn't flinch, letting me kiss her lips. But I kissed her too hard, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the bed. This was unexpected, but I reacted quickly, pressing my entire upper body against hers. Even through her clothes, I could feel the fullness of her breasts, a sensation different from this morning.

I began exploring her mouth, finally capturing her tongue after several attempts, and we began to intertwine and suckle. At first, Mom just passively let me suckle, but slowly, she started to respond, her tongue skillfully touching mine. This skillful kiss was naturally better than my recklessness, and for a moment we were both lost in the moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt Mom's body getting warm, and I realized there were so many places on her body waiting for me to explore. So I started kissing Mom's face, then her neck, and Mom's breathing gradually became heavier.

Because I had soiled her onesie, Mom was wearing another set of pajamas. When I impatiently lifted Mom's top, I discovered she was wearing a black bra. Her snow-white skin paired with the black bra created a strikingly alluring contrast. I reached out to lift the bra, but it wouldn't budge; there were no clasps, leaving me at a loss. My mother, knowing I was helpless, pushed me away, took off her shirt, and reached behind her back. She moved a few times, and the bra suddenly drooped down, revealing the clasp in the back. I quickly took the bra off for her and then pushed her back onto the bed.

I grasped her heaving breasts, like holding a pair of precious treasures, and gently squeezed them. Seeing no adverse reaction from my mother, I began to play with them. My mother's full breasts were too big for one hand to hold, so I simply used both hands to knead one of them at the same time. Watching her breasts change shape in my hands was incredibly stimulating. I looked at the reddish-brown nipple and couldn't resist kissing it. But when I took my mother's nipple into my mouth, she trembled. And I began to suckle passionately, as if I were nursing. My mother stroked my head, and it felt like we were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that my mother's breasts no longer contained milk, and the son suckling at her breast was now an adult, with a hard penis.

Under my kneading and suckling, my mother's chest heaved more violently, and she made some soft moaning sounds. As I released her breasts and moved downwards to kiss her, my mother held my head still with her hands, saying in a weary voice, "Good son, no, we can't go any further. We'll make a mistake." At that time, I didn't know what sex was like; I'd only seen couples on TV with their clothes off, the man on top of the woman, their hips moving constantly. I just felt my penis getting hard, and I wanted to hold my mother's soft body tightly. I knew I wanted to have sex with my mother, but I didn't know how. So when I heard my mother say that, I froze. Then my mother said again, "Do you want to have sex with me like on TV?" I nodded vigorously. My mother sat up, took her pajamas and covered her chest, slowly saying, "Child, we are mother and son, we can't do that. But, but Mom, you helped me masturbate and let me kiss your breasts, isn't that sex?" Hearing me mention masturbation, my mother blushed again, but she continued, "Yes, Mom shouldn't have done that. Last time I promised to reward you, and I was afraid you'd hurt yourself, so… But today I don't know what came over me… Anyway, we've already made a mistake, we can't go any further, otherwise it'll be… incest." I knew what incest meant, but hearing it from my mother was still very exciting, and I never thought there was anything wrong with incest. So without thinking, I said, "Mom, I love you so much, I like you so much, I want to be with you." My mother said somewhat angrily, "No, if you keep doing this, Mom won't talk to you anymore."

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning; all my enthusiasm vanished instantly. I sat slumped on the bed, silent. My mother finished dressing and, seeing my disappointment, felt a pang of pity. She hugged my head to her chest and said, "My dear child, Mom loves you too. It's my fault for making you so excited, and…sigh, we really can't do anything that would betray your father." Hearing my mother say this, I was overwhelmed with sorrow and burst into tears, sobbing, "Mom, do you know how much I love you? I really need you." My crying threw my mother into a panic. She just kept stroking my head, unable to say a word.

After crying for a while, I felt ashamed of myself. I looked up and saw that my mother's eyes were also full of tears. I wiped away her tears and asked, "Mom, do you love me?" "Yes, of course I do. What mother doesn't love her son?" "Then do you love me more or Dad more?" My mother thought for a moment and said, "Of course I love you more. You're my own flesh and blood." "Then you love me, and I love you. Why can't we be together?" "My dear child, my love for you is different from my love for your father. You'll understand when you grow up."

After saying that, Mom got up and sat on the sofa. I knew there was no point in saying anything more, so I gave up. In the following days, although Mom and I explored all of Qingdao, a rift remained between us, and we weren't truly happy. About a week later, we went home. The summer after my second year of high school passed quickly. My relationship with Mom seemed to have returned to normal, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wondered if Mom felt the same way.

School started, and the workload was overwhelming. I studied mechanically, doing homework and reviewing every day. At home, I became increasingly quiet and withdrawn. Dad thought I had become more sensible, but Mom could tell I was somewhat distracted.

Soon, National Day arrived. The school, being gracious, gave us senior high school students a day off. I remember it was October 1st. My dad had a work event, so it was just my mom and me at home. I locked myself in my room. I never used to lock my door, but things had changed since returning from Qingdao.

After lunch, I went back to my room, not really interested in studying, just lying on my bed randomly flipping through books. Then, my mom knocked on the door and said, "It's Mom, open the door." I opened the door and went back to bed. My mom came over and said, "Honey, is there something you want to tell me?" I said defiantly, "I already said it in Qingdao." Don't you think this is cruel to your mother? Do you think it makes her feel any better? How does she feel about you acting like this? These three questions stunned me and even made my mother cry. Seeing her tears, I panicked. I quickly pulled her to the bedside, wiped her tears, and said, "Mom, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now; my mind is in turmoil." My mother looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, looking deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all my fault; I've set a bad example for you." I hurriedly said, "No, it's my fault. I'm the one who's always overthinking, and I'm the one who makes you worry." Hearing this, Mom hugged me tightly, and I hugged her back just as tightly. The misunderstanding between mother and son vanished. As I was enjoying the scent of Mom's hair, she said in a soft voice, "If you still want it, Mom can let you… but I have two conditions." I was surprised, but I pretended to be calm and said, "Tell me, Mom. First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, you can't really make love with Mom. Mom can let you kiss me and help you with your hands, but we can't have anything else, okay?" Looking into Mom's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears again, I said, "No, Mom, I don't want to put you in a difficult position." Silly child, how could your mother be in a difficult position for you? Don't worry, your mother has made up her mind, just don't let your father know. At this moment, what else can I say? Close your eyes and want your mother to kiss you.

Perhaps it was because of what I had just said, or perhaps it was because I hadn't kissed my mother for over two months, but this time it was especially ecstatic. My mother was even more cooperative than when we were in Qingdao. Of course, my lower body started to get incredibly hard again. My mother noticed, she pushed me away, unbuttoned her shirt, and helped me take off my pants. Just like last time, I rubbed my mother's breasts until she helped me masturbate until I ejaculated. This time I ejaculated a lot, and it felt very good. My mother carefully cleaned me up before getting dressed.

From then on, to avoid disappointing my mother, I started to focus on my studies again. My mother would help me masturbate about once a week, sometimes twice, depending on whether there was an opportunity, because we had to hide it from my father. Sometimes, when there wasn't enough time, my mother wouldn't take off her clothes, but would just let me touch her through her clothes or through them. As the weather got cooler, we mostly did it through her clothes. We developed a tacit understanding. When I really wanted it, I would whisper to her while serving her food at dinner: "Mom, I miss you." And when my father said he had to go out that night, we would quickly exchange glances, and after he left, my mother would come to my room. All the intimate acts took place in my room. I had asked to do it in the living room or my mother's room, but I was refused.

New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye. In another more formal mock exam, I did well again. Plus, it was my mother's 43rd birthday at the end of January, so the whole family was very happy. Unfortunately, my father had to go to Shanghai on a business trip and wouldn't be back until before the Spring Festival, so he wouldn't be home for my mother's birthday. Before leaving, my father told me to give my mother a proper birthday celebration. I thought to myself: I'll ejaculate a lot in my mother's hands; I wonder if that counts as a birthday present.

Even with these thoughts, I still prepared a gift for my mother: a cashmere scarf, quite expensive, which I bought with my saved allowance. On my mother's birthday night, we cooked several dishes and opened a bottle of red wine. When I took out the gift, my mother was overjoyed. I wrapped a red scarf around her neck, and with the wine and the scarf accentuating her features, she looked absolutely beautiful.

Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished, and my mother was starting to feel unwell. I helped her to sit on the sofa and cleaned up the leftovers. When I returned, my mother was slumped on the sofa, perhaps asleep. I had to carry her to her bed. Looking at my mother's serene and peaceful appearance, I couldn't resist a surge of lust and began to undress her. My mother was limp and weak. It took me a lot of effort to take off her top. I played with her breasts for a while, but my attention quickly shifted to her lower body. Although I had been intimate with my mother so many times, I had only ever seen her underwear. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I carefully took off her outer pants and long johns, leaving her only in her underwear. My mother's full thighs were laid out in front of me. I stroked them up and down, finally deciding to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of my mother's clothing was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally fully revealed before me. Her upper body was covered in her familiar, yet alluring, ample breasts. Her lower body, in that mysterious area, had sparse pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from the hair on my body. I parted my mother's thighs, and between them, I saw a brownish slit. I knew that was a woman's vulva; that's where I came into this world.

I studied my mother's genitals, comparing them to descriptions in books, finding the labia majora and minora, the clitoris. I even took a deep breath of the scent of her vulva. So fragrant!

During this process, my mother only hummed a few times; I knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged within me. My mother forbade me from having sex with her, so why not take this opportunity… No

sooner said than done, I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both my mother and me under them. I then rushed to press my body against hers. This made me realize what love truly meant. I lay on top of my mother, kissing and caressing her for a while, until my penis was so engorged I couldn't stand it anymore, and then I began my assault. This move made me realize it wasn't going to be easy. My mother was drowsy and motionless, and I couldn't find the right spot. I tried several times but couldn't get it right, and I was sweating profusely with frustration.

My mother's hand moved slightly, seemingly guiding my penis. I immediately found the right position, and with a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tight, enveloping me—never as tight as during masturbation, but the feeling was even more intoxicating. I began to move involuntarily, my movements gradually becoming more practiced as I discovered the most pleasurable way to move.

I glanced at my mother and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if enduring something. I realized then that my mother was awake, and that her earlier movement had been intentional. Excitedly, I kissed her. But when I kissed my mother's lips, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So that's what she had been holding back earlier.

With each vigorous thrust, my mother's breathing and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Thankfully, after so many masturbations, I had developed the ability to control my ejaculation, and I managed to resist the urge each time.

After countless thrusts, my mother's genitals were soaking wet.

Suddenly, Mom hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently a few times. She seemed to have used up all her strength, and then went limp. I didn't know what was happening, and continued to thrust deeply. In the middle of the rain, I could no longer suppress the urge to explode, and a stream of semen shot into the depths of Mom's vagina like a bullet.

Exhausted, I lay panting on top of Mom, who also lay listlessly. After a long, long time, I noticed Mom opening her eyes and looking at me. There was something complex in her eyes that made me uneasy. I whispered, "Mom, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "I'm angry that you were drunk, and I..." Mom smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get your mother, but if I were really drunk, could you even get in?"

I knew Mom was referring to the time she helped me penetrate, and I said shyly, "That was my first time." Mom looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to your mother." I was so happy that I gave it to Mom. Mom was happy too.

At that moment, Mom and I both felt that the area where we were about to touch was very wet and cold. When we separated, we saw that our genitals were almost completely soaked. There was a large wet patch on the sheets, and our bodily fluids mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. My once proud penis now hung limply between my legs.

Seeing my mother looking at it as if mocking me, I quickly changed the subject, saying, "Let's go take a shower." My mother didn't say much and told me to go first.
(VII)

I went to the bathroom and started showering. After a while, my mother came in, also naked, and stood under the showerhead to shower with me. As my mother washed her hair, I saw the white foam sliding down her head, from her breasts to her genitals. This unusual stimulation made me hard again. I slowly approached my mother, and she noticed, rinsing the foam off her hair and opening her eyes to look at me. I was once again captivated by her loving gaze.

I asked cautiously, "Mom, didn't you used to forbid me from...?" Mom laughed and said, "This was unexpected too. I was indeed a little groggy just now. You carried me to bed, and when I came to, you were thrusting around wildly. You made me feel so itchy, and I really couldn't bear to disappoint you, so..." I excitedly hugged Mom and started kissing her passionately. Soon, we were both incredibly excited. After drying ourselves off, we somehow ended up back on the bed. This time, while not exactly smooth sailing, it was much better than before. I thrust for a full half hour, during which Mom trembled twice. And I finally ejaculated deep inside her uterus. The continuous battles left both my mother and me exhausted. That night, I slept soundly in my mother's arms.

The next morning, when I woke up, my mother was already up, sitting at the dressing table combing her hair. She was wearing the same nightgown I'd slept in on in Qingdao. I got excited again, jumped up, and grabbed my mother, trying to kiss her. But my mother stopped me, saying, "Honey, don't do that. Although we... we can't continue like this without any restraint. After all, I'm your mother, and I know you're young and easily get carried away after experiencing this. If your father finds out, it'll be all over. So, Mom has to tell you a few conditions." I knew my mother was right, so I let her continue. We'll do it the same way as before. As long as you study hard, Mom will give you what you want, but you can't be too explicit, okay? Hearing that I could still have sex with Mom, I obediently said, "Mom, I'll do whatever you say."

Mom smiled and said, "Sweetie, go wash your face and brush your teeth." But I was still hard, so I held onto Mom and said, "Mom, I want it, Dad's not here anyway." Mom flicked me on the head and said, "I knew you'd do that." Before she finished speaking, I had already picked her up and put her on the bed.

My hands roamed over Mom's body, arousing her as well. Her two round, large breasts began to harden and swell under my caresses, and her legs started to loosen. I helped my mother take off her pajamas, and taking advantage of the moment, I spread her thighs apart and intentionally probed her vagina with my hand, gently thrusting in and out.

Gradually, my mother became very wet down there, and she grasped my thick penis, guiding it into her vagina. I pressed my mother down beneath me, and my penis began to move rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, thrusting in and out from the left and right. The extreme pleasure made my mother extremely happy, and she began to moan loudly. My mother had completely disregarded the boundaries of morality; she eagerly savored this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts.

I kissed her, savoring her fragrance, and in the midst of intense movements, I ejaculated once more. My mother, immersed in unparalleled joy, nestled limply against my chest.

For the next few days, I slept in my mother's bed. She cooked delicious meals every day and came home early from work to be with me. I can't remember how many times we made love, but my technique improved significantly, and I finally understood that my mother's unusual trembling was a sign of orgasm. I discovered that my mother had orgasms every time, sometimes even twice, and the bond between mother and son reached a new level.

A few days later, Dad came back, and my honeymoon with Mom was over. I became a good boy again, focusing on my studies every day, but every night when Mom brought me milk, she would kiss me for a while, allowing me to touch her body. Although it was just a brief, fleeting pleasure, it motivated me to study.

Ever since I had real sex with Mom, I started paying attention to Dad and Mom's sex life. They did it about once a week, usually on weekends. Mom didn't moan much during sex; at least I couldn't hear a sound from outside the door. I only knew that shortly after they went to bed, Mom would go to the bathroom to shower for a while, which meant they must have already done it. This puzzled me. My mother would moan during sex, sometimes quite loudly. Could it be that her sex life with my father wasn't good? It

was Chinese New Year, and many relatives and guests were visiting, so my mother and I couldn't find a chance to be intimate, which made me feel very frustrated. Finally, on the night of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, after I went to bed, I heard my mother go to the bathroom. Knowing she must have just finished with my father, I quietly got up and went into the bathroom.

My mother was wearing pajamas, and she was wiping herself with a towel. When she saw me come in, she smiled shyly and continued washing. I went over, took the towel, and helped her dry herself. My mother didn't say anything, but I gradually realized that my goal wasn't to wipe her, but to make her wetter. Her legs started to tremble slightly, and I finally couldn't resist hugging my mother.

My mother said, "Hurry up." I immediately carried her to the sink, pulled down my pants, and thrust into her. Because she was already wet, it went in easily. I thrust hard, and my mother held me, desperately trying not to make a sound. But because I thrust so fast and deep, she couldn't help but moan. Soon, she reached orgasm, and I, too, ejaculated due to the novel position and forbidden pleasure. My mother and I quickly tidied up and went back to our rooms. My heart, which had been pounding, finally settled down the next morning when nothing seemed amiss.

Later, I kissed my mother and asked why she moaned when we made love, but not when she was with my father. She shyly replied, "You're so young, and so thick and hard. I moan because it feels good." Seeing her shy expression, I realized I had surpassed my father sexually. For my mother's happiness, I secretly vowed to study hard and, more importantly, to make love with her properly.

Soon, the second semester of my senior year began. Because I had a real physical relationship with my mother, my sexual desire was released, and I felt that I would be letting her down if I didn't study hard. So I studied very diligently, and of course, I always got my reward from my mother when I got home. We seized every opportunity to make love, though each time was very short and rushed—almost like we'd just take off our clothes and start, then immediately put them back on—but it was still very pleasurable for me, especially for my mother. She became increasingly open, moaning loudly whenever we made love, and almost always reaching orgasm.

Humans are inherently insatiable; desire seems like a bottomless pit. I gradually became dissatisfied with just making love with my mother; I wanted to sleep with her, to spend the whole night together. But I never had the chance. Things changed during the college entrance exams.

July is scorching hot, and because my home was far from the exam venue, my family decided to book a room in a hotel near the venue so I could rest peacefully during the exams. We booked a standard room, and Dad decided that Mom would stay at the hotel with me every night to take care of me. Of course, he didn't know about my relationship with Mom, nor did he know what Mom needed most to look after me. On

July 6th, our family had dinner together, and Dad took Mom and me to the hotel, telling me to rest well, focus on my exams, and ask Mom to take good care of me before he went home.

I didn't actually feel much pressure about the college entrance exam because I knew I would get into a top university, and I'd taken so many exams that I was almost numb to it. But I couldn't miss the opportunity to be alone with Mom. As soon as Mom left, I hugged her, and her face turned red again. Although we've done it so many times, Yuexu, we're still mother and son, right? Every time I hug and kiss my mom, she blushes. Mom whispered, "You have an exam tomorrow, you need to rest today." I kissed her and said, "Being with Mom is the best rest."

I quickly undressed, leaving Mom completely naked. Since we had plenty of time, I decided to have some fun with Mom. I put her on the bed, and after some kisses and caresses, my mouth went to her genitals. Mom knew what I was going to do and hurriedly said, "No, you can't kiss there." But I had already started. I gently sucked on Mom's labia, occasionally lightly biting her bright red clitoris.

As I sucked and licked, Mom gradually became excited. Her thighs slowly clamped around my head, her skin gently swaying with my movements, and she murmured, "Mom can't take it anymore, good boy, Mom can't take it."

Because it was my first time giving Mom oral sex, the unusual stimulation quickly brought her to orgasm. A torrent of fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, which I swallowed entirely, making her genitals incredibly wet.

After a long, panting breath, Mom said softly, "You're killing me, come on, let you have your fill tonight." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her. I couldn't hold back any longer, and with my erect penis, I thrust it into my mother's vagina. My mother cooperated, opening her legs to reveal her vulva, making penetration easier. I was already experienced with this situation; I guided my penis, aligning the head of my large penis with her vagina, and gently inserted it. Although my mother was already very wet, she still let out a soft moan as my large penis entered. The warm, comfortable sensation of my mother's tight, fleshy opening gripping my penis excited me so much that I thrust my entire penis into her warm, tight vagina.

I began to thrust gently and slowly, but this thrusting gradually became rougher and more unrestrained. As I increased the speed of my thrusting, the soft moans that my mother initially made gradually turned into joyful groans.

After about a thousand thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. My mother, exhausted from her second orgasm, let me lie on top of her. After a while, she pushed me away. I thought she went to the bathroom to wash up, but instead, she rolled over and took my penis into her mouth. This was the first time my mother had put my penis in her mouth, and it was covered in my semen and her own fluids. My mother gently licked it, and her tenderness made my penis, which had just ejaculated, feel extremely good. Soon, I became erect again. My mother looked up at me and continued her actions.

I could tell that this was my mother's first time giving oral sex to a man, and she wasn't very skilled yet, at least not like the ones I had seen in porn. She just held my penis in her mouth, carefully licking my glans, as if afraid of hurting me. But the stimulation was too much for me to bear, and I impulsively pushed my mother down again. Another storm of passion ensued.

Because of tomorrow's exam, my mother only did it with me twice before forbidding me to do it again, so I could only fall asleep with my mother in my arms.

The next morning, my mother woke me up, and we took a shower together. In the bathroom, my mother gave me oral sex for a while, which excited me so much that I had sex with her in the bathtub. After we cleaned up, my father came. My mother and I resumed our mother-son relationship. After breakfast, I went to the exam hall.

The next two and a half days passed smoothly, both for the exams and for my sex life with my mother. Having learned oral sex, we had another way to have fun. I even asked my mother to give me oral sex like in porn movies. My mother did her best to satisfy me, making me feel incredibly good every night. How could my exams not go well?

Unfortunately, the college entrance exam only lasted two and a half days. After the last exam, we went home. My father told my classmates to relax, but I kept thinking about my mother's body, and everything else seemed meaningless. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, I naturally became addicted to it, especially since the person I shared it with was my beautiful and lovely mother.

(ix)

After the college entrance exam, it felt like everything in the world had been done. I had nothing to do all day, which I thought was relaxing, but it was even more unbearable than having something to do. My mind was completely blank except for my mother. Ever since I started giving my mother oral sex, I've become obsessed with it, and she seems to enjoy it too. In the following times we had sex, we would always give her oral sex first, getting her very excited before penetration. This made the orgasms even more intense, and we really enjoyed it.

My father had suggested that my mother and I go out, but she was too busy at work to go, so we had to cancel. For this, my mother even apologized to me, saying she would give me oral sex until I ejaculated. Actually, it wasn't necessary. How could I force my mother when she was in a difficult situation?

This summer was exceptionally hot, and everyone in my family wore very little clothing at home. Every time I saw my mother's body wrapped in thin clothes, I got incredibly excited, but unfortunately, opportunities were too few. Although every time I had a tryst with my mother, it wasn't something that happened often.

One evening, my mother was working overtime at her office. My father and I had just finished dinner when it started pouring rain. My mother didn't have any rain gear, so my father asked me to bring her some. When I finally arrived at my mother's office, I opened the door and saw her working at her desk. She was alone in the office. When she looked up and saw me, she saw me soaking wet. Although I had an umbrella, the rain was too heavy and the wind was blowing, soaking my clothes and pants almost completely.

When my mother saw me like this, she knew I had come to bring rain gear. She quickly ran over, pulled me into the room, closed the door, and, ignoring my soaked state, hugged me tightly, saying, "Good boy, Mom knew you were a good boy. Come on, take off your wet clothes, don't catch a cold." As she spoke, she helped me take off my wet shirt. I'm already an eighteen-year-old young man, and my well-developed muscles still left my mother somewhat stunned, even though she had seen them countless times. I watched her stare at my chest muscles, her fingers wiping the raindrops off my body, as if she were wiping her lover. I couldn't help but pull my mother into my arms. She leaned softly against me, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. I immediately became erect. My mother noticed and said, "Child, it's been so long since you've done it with me, hasn't it? Come on, let me satisfy your craving today."

With that, she knelt down, pulled down my pants, and I felt my penis enter her wet, soft place again. With my mother's sucking, I felt an intense, painful swelling down there, so I held her head and began to thrust, as if I were penetrating her vagina. Soon after, I ejaculated into my mother's mouth. Strangely, this time my mother didn't spit out my semen as usual; instead, she swallowed it all. I helped my mother up, and just as I was about to ask, she smiled and said, "My good boy, I love your things. I was shy before, but I really love it when you ejaculate inside me, whether it's in my mouth or..."

Seeing her joyful and satisfied smile, my penis felt like it was on fire again. I suddenly picked her up and placed her on the desk. Knowing what I meant, she cooperated by lifting her skirt and taking off her underwear. I reached down and touched her; she was completely wet. Her body trembled at the movement of my fingers. I guided my hard, iron-like penis and slowly inserted it into her body, beginning to slowly thrust in and out.

I kissed my mother's cheeks and neck so I could reach in and caress her breasts, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I love you. I'm going to make you orgasm. Mom, are you comfortable?" My mother's breathing was rapid, and she gasped, "Yes, yes, good son, make Mom orgasm."

This time, I thrust for a long time, making my mother orgasm almost three times. After I ejaculated again, my mother didn't even have the strength to sit up; she could only lean against me, and it took her a long time to recover. I lifted my mother off the table and saw a wet patch on it; I didn't know if it was mine or hers. It took my mother and me quite a while to clean up. Then we sat on the sofa in the office, caressing each other and chatting until the rain subsided before going home.

From then on, my mother and I found this new place. On weekends, my mother often said she had to work overtime, and I would use the excuse of meeting up with classmates to go to my mother's office for a tryst. The desk, the sofa, the filing cabinet—all were our favorite places to make love. My father never suspected anything, and the people at my mother's workplace seemed lazy and never bothered us. And so, that summer, my mother and I spent a very happy time together.

But good times are always short-lived. I was accepted into a prestigious university and was about to begin my studies in another city. The weekend before I left, I spent the whole day in my mom's office, completely engrossed in conversation. Finally, I finished my high school years with my mom's rewards. But I know that my mom's rewards will never end, just like my mom's love for me will never end.

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