He forced himself on the caregiver's vagina in the school warehouse.

As a freshman in college, I have to ride my bike to the junior high school every night to pick up my mother. She's a volunteer traffic guide at a nearby junior high, wearing a shiny vest similar to a traffic police officer's vest, directing traffic at the main intersection near the school. Although it's mostly small alleyways, the traffic is heavy at night, and the junior high students finish their evening self-study around 8 or 9 pm. My mother is the head of the volunteer traffic guides.

Because my younger brother also attends that school, she goes even more often. Unfortunately, as a college student with fewer classes, my mother used to walk home by herself. However, recently I heard about a groper in the neighborhood, so under pressure from my dad, I have to ride my bike for ten minutes every night to pick her up. Whenever I have to

play games or join a raid at night, I have no choice but to go get my bike.

Today, like usual, although I was annoyed, I still swore at my dad on the way.

However, after half a year, I got used to the daily routine of picking her up and dropping her off, and even gradually began to see

my mother as my lover. Maybe it's because I've never had a girlfriend, and I'm still young and virile. Whenever my penis got itchy, I could only watch porn online and masturbate. But as I spent more time alone with my mother, we started to talk to each other, and I unknowingly became infatuated with her, which led me down the path of incest.

I started watching videos of mothers and sons having sex online, reading incestuous articles on forums, imagining my mother as a character in the stories. This excited me and increasingly stimulated my incestuous feelings. Every time I fantasized about my mother in bed, my penis pounding against her buttocks, her vagina gushing with juices, making her scream louder and louder. The pleasure of these fantasies gave me a forbidden ecstasy after each ejaculation.

I wanted to do what those incestuous articles did, but looking at real life, well, forget it.

Novels are always idealized; every mother in them is voluptuous and has a large bottom. Looking at my own mother, I'm 164cm tall, not bad looking, wear glasses typical of an older woman, and dress like a typical Taiwanese mother. I still want to have an affair with her, though I know it's unlikely. She's always been good to me, possessing the air of a school teacher, the loving kindness of a mother, and the attentiveness of a friend or lover.

Even with a decent figure, her natural feminine charm and soft voice are captivating; she's someone everyone likes.

I arrived early today and waited at the intersection for my mother to direct traffic. Looking at her, I saw she had short, youthful hair, and her glasses were now thin-rimmed black. Her breasts were actually quite large, though covered by a vest. She wore a pearl-white long dress and ordinary ladylike shoes, waving a traffic baton. The flashing red light made her oval face appear flushed, leaving me completely stunned.

My mother called out, "Son, stop daydreaming!" I quickly got up and realized I'd been staring at her, completely absorbed. She walked over and said, "Why are you staring at me like that? Are you getting impatient, or are you in a hurry to get back to the computer?" I quickly said no, but as I stood up, the image I'd been fantasizing about my mother had made my penis bulge in my work pants, which she saw. She laughed and said, "What are you thinking about? Seeing those middle school girls, you're thinking about lewd things?" Her pink lips parted slightly, revealing a pair of dimples on her cheeks.

Those dimples on my mother's oval face were her most captivating feature; I heard that's how my father fell for her.

I felt a blush creep up my face in embarrassment. After all, I'm a university student, so I wasn't too bothered by such slightly risqué topics. I casually said, "It's because Mom is pretty, that's why." Mom tapped me on the head with her baton, saying I was talking inappropriately. She laughed and asked me to help her carry some things to the school. I immediately put on a reluctant expression, "Oh, just go ahead."

Apparently, the volunteers' vests and batons are usually kept at the security guard's room, but lately they've been missing. So, they have to collect and organize them every day and take them to a classroom in another building on campus. Mom, being the head of the volunteers, has a key, and the security guard used to carry them for her. But today, the guard was out slacking off, and since I was free, Mom asked me to help.

Carrying a box of volunteer equipment, I walked past the motorcycle shed by the wall and around to the door at the top of the small stairs. My mother opened the door. Although the lights weren't on inside, the large spotlights on the playground made the classroom fairly visible. However, that was only clear from the inside looking out. From the outside looking in, the reflection from the glass and the dimness made it impossible to see anything.

I assumed the staff room was just like this and was about to put it down anywhere when my mother said, "We're not there yet?" I saw her walking inside and opening a wooden door on the wall. Inside was a small storage room filled with school stuff. I could only groan a few times in protest. There was a white light on the storage room, and two student desks pushed together to form a table. I put the equipment on the ground, and my mother said, "Thank you for your hard work, let's go." Her sweet voice made it impossible for me to be angry.

That night, I read incestuous articles, imagining my mother's appearance, and continued masturbating. Suddenly, I thought of that small warehouse, and a lustful thought arose in my mind. My mind was filled with images of me pinning my mother down in that warehouse and having sex with her.

After I ejaculated and calmed down, I thought it should be feasible, so I began my plan to have sex with my mother.

I started accompanying my mother to that warehouse every day, observing the time and the terrain. Once I had a good grasp of the situation, I started thinking about the next step.

I began to constantly make sexual advances to my mother and started discussing erotic issues with her. My mother was very surprised at first, but with my skillful bluffing, she was willing to talk to me. I would pretend to rest at the warehouse entrance when we went to that small warehouse, chatting casually with my mother. At first, my mother was shy, but when I kept asking questions, she kept dodging them and said that I had become so lewd.

Seeing my mother blushing and looking so shy as I kept asking her questions, I wanted to keep rubbing her large breasts inside her. And that unexpected day came.

It was raining a bit that day, and I was having the misfortune of my car not starting. I grabbed two umbrellas, saying I wanted to give them to my mother. I was going to pretend to be brave and say the rain wasn't heavy, but I was worried she'd catch a cold, so I hurried along the road. As I was carrying the cardboard box into the warehouse as usual, suddenly there was thunder and lightning. My mind was racing with all sorts of incestuous fantasies. I saw that my mother was still a bit tired because her period had just ended a few days ago. I said, "It's raining so hard, you'll just get soaked even with an umbrella. Why don't you leave a little later?" My mother was sitting on the staff chair at the warehouse entrance. By the light from the white lamp inside the warehouse shining through the doorway, I looked at my mother's face, which was pretending to be asleep. She had tucked the right side of her short hair behind her ear, revealing her jade-like neck. She was wearing a fitted women's shirt that accentuated her full breasts, and a pair of black semi-transparent stockings were peeking out from under her long skirt. My mother had her legs crossed.

With her eyes closed, she said, "Let's call home and hear what's going on. Who knows how long this rain will last..." I was overjoyed. After reporting, I deliberately squatted down by the door, staring intently at the view under her skirt, but unfortunately, I couldn't see anything.

My mother squinted and noticed my gaze, quickly scolding, "What are you looking at?!" I quickly stood up, glaring at her, thinking that if I missed this opportunity, it might be gone, and I didn't know when I'd get another chance.

I walked towards my mother, my semi-erect penis bulging in my work pants. While she closed her eyes again, I rubbed my genitals against her face. She opened her eyes, looked up at me, her face full of terror. I then thrust my semi-erect penis out of my pants, unzipped them, and let it penetrate her, right next to her cheek, very close.

My mother was speechless with surprise. She looked at my semi-erect penis, slowly raised it, and finally spread the foreskin to expose the glans. My mother said, "What are you doing? Put your pants on! How old are you? What do you want to do?!" I pressed my mother's head down with both hands, forcibly pressing it down between my legs. My right hand pressed down on the back of my mother's head, and my left hand held the base of my penis. I slapped my mother's mouth, nose, and face, making her smell the fishy stench of my glans.

My mother struggled to break free from my restraints and shouted, "If you keep acting like this, I'll call for help!" I had already figured out the guards' routine beforehand. It was Friday night, and the guards usually went to internet cafes to enjoy the air conditioning and play games. Seeing me like this, my mother started to get scared. I started to pull her away and dragged her into the small storage room. My mother kept struggling and screaming, so I took the opportunity to close the storage room door. The sound couldn't reach the hallway outside, and with the rain so loud, even if someone was outside the classroom, it would be difficult to hear them clearly.

In the struggle, I forcefully pulled off my mother's long skirt on the ground, leaving her only in stockings and a pair of red underwear. My mother cried and said, "Don't do this, I'm your mother... this is incest!" I was panting and took off my pants and shirt. It was so hot, I was covered in sweat. I walked towards my mother with my erect penis. This small warehouse was not very big, and my mother could only squeeze onto the table. I said, "Mom... let me have some fun, okay? I've wanted you for so long, I'm so itchy." My mother curled up and said, "Can't you take care of your itch yourself? You dare to do this to me. If your father finds out, he'll beat you... Ah!!!" Before she could finish speaking, I pressed her onto the table and forcefully spread her legs. My mother's legs kept moving. I first grabbed her hands tightly and pressed my whole body against hers.

I started kissing her lips haphazardly. My mother's mouth was full of saliva, and I sucked on it with great satisfaction. My penis rubbed against my mother's panties and vulva. I didn't care whether my mother wanted to or not; I really wanted to penetrate her. My mother's body and buttocks were on the table, and my legs were under the table. As soon as my mother's upper body stood up, I pressed her down heavily. This happened several times, and both of us were panting heavily. My mother's hands, which had been pushing and flailing wildly, gradually became weak and powerless.

Just as I thought, she was indeed quite tired in the days following her period.

I figured I'd had enough, so I pulled off my mother's red panties and, under the light, raped her body. She turned her face away from me, unwilling to look at me, tears welling in her eyes. Her short hair was disheveled, and her shirt, which I'd torn and pulled haphazardly, was askew, revealing her white bra. I grabbed the shirt with both hands and yanked it hard, snapping the buttons off to reveal her snow-white breasts. Her cleavage was deep, and her nipples were round. I couldn't resist playing with them. Her vulva was a little dark, but her pubic hair was thick. I pulled the bra up completely, tilted my head towards her chest, and began to suckle and play with her breasts.

My mother pushed against my chest with both hands, crying, "This is incest... It's getting late, your dad will come, and then you'll... Waaah!" I didn't care about that, grabbing my mother's hair and pulling it down, saying, "Mom, you don't want the family to break up, do you... There's my brother, Dad, you don't want to see them sad and heartbroken, do you?" My mother looked at me, sobbing, "You're threatening me! How dare you! Do you think I won't tell others just because I let you treat me like this?" I first... I forcefully kissed my mother's lips, saying, "Mom...please, just this once, I promise I won't do it again...give it to me." My mother pushed my chest hard with both hands, saying, "You dare to do this again..." I didn't care anymore, lifted my mother's thighs up, my penis pressed against her vaginal opening, my mother kept pushing my abdomen with her right hand, twisting her buttocks and saying, "Stop...don't do this anymore...if your dad finds out I'll be beaten to death...waaaah." I said, "If you don't tell, if I don't tell, who will know?"

Ignoring my mother's wishes, I pushed forward, grabbed her thighs, and slowly began to move. My mother gasped, "You'll regret this..." I increased my speed. Because of the struggle, my mother's body was still stiff, making her vagina very tight, but there wasn't much fluid. I spat a little saliva onto my penis and then forcefully thrust it in. My mother screamed, "Ah..." I started thrusting wildly. The pleasure of this rape, combined with the thousands of times I had fantasized about incest with my mother, created a vivid scene before my eyes. My mother was right in front of me, sobbing as she was being fucked. She kept cursing me, saying I was heartless, that I had raised her and she was doing this to me. I kept emphasizing how alluring my mother was.

As I thrust in and out, even though it was only one position, my mother's body reacted. Her vagina began to secrete fluids, making the walls of her vagina sticky. Her belly rhythmically squeezed my penis. I kept praising her vagina, and she kept telling me to stop, saying she didn't want to hear it. But I insisted on saying these perverted things to stimulate her, to make her conscience slowly disappear with the physical pleasure. That was my plan. I imitated

an adult film, bending my mother's legs to the left, her two snow-white thighs together, bent, with her buttocks facing my penis. This thrusting method was different from the frontal position; the angle of friction between the glans and the penis against the vaginal walls created a different kind of stimulation for her vagina.

Eventually, my mother could only moan silently. Being violated by her own son in the warehouse—that kind of resentment would make any mother feel ashamed, something she couldn't speak of.

The stimulation from her vagina was intense. I kept thrusting, holding my mother's waist. The entire desk shook as I slammed my hands against her buttocks. The sounds of slapping and the squelching of her genitals filled the air. I grabbed her short hair tightly and pulled hard. She jerked up in pain, her body tensing slightly from the pain of having her hair pulled. Her vaginal walls clenched even tighter. She looked at me and yelled, "Don't ejaculate inside!!" I felt a tingling sensation in my glans and deliberately thrust deeper. After a few minutes of trembling, all my thick semen was inside her uterus. I released her hair, and she could only cry, "You...you..." unable to speak any more.

After a long while, I looked at the semen coming out of her vagina. She stood up and asked if I had any toilet paper. I rushed to the classroom outside to find a pack. I stood alone outside while she wiped herself, put on her clothes, and tidied herself up.

She came out and glared at me. Seeing that my mother didn't say anything, I silently followed behind her, watching her back. I had just forced myself on her in the warehouse, and to be honest, I regretted it a little. When my mother got home, she said it was raining heavily, so she came home late. Because of the pain in her lower body, she walked a little strangely, but my father was already asleep and didn't know.

Although the whole thing was very short, less than forty minutes, it was still the first time I experienced a woman's pleasure. I was sure of my mother's personality and her dedication to the family. My mother would never tell anyone, and she would have the modesty of a traditional woman. She wouldn't even dare to think about such an incestuous thing. Just as I guessed, two days passed, and my mother was still the same as usual, but her eyes had become very cold when she looked at me. On Monday night, I went to pick up my mother again. My mother glanced at me and said that she could go to the warehouse by herself. Although my mother said that, I still secretly followed behind her.

After my mother finished putting things away, I suddenly appeared behind her. She was startled and said, "You're going to do this again... Do you want me to expose what you've done?" Her eyes reddened, and her nose stung. I couldn't bear it, so I knelt down and loudly confessed to her. She glanced at me first, then softened and said, "Get up... You're always doing this." Seeing her anger subside, I began my next plan.

I started telling her jokes to cheer her up. She seemed to know I had truly admitted my mistake and gradually stopped mentioning it. I began to grope her without restraint—holding her hand, touching her bottom, kissing her cheek—all while we were in the storeroom. I would never do this to her at home. At first, she tried to dodge, flinch, and even curse, but eventually, she gave up resisting.

After that rape, I started asking my mother to satisfy my lust. She refused, but I said I had a strong sex drive and I was afraid that if she didn't help me release it, I would force her to do things she didn't want to do. My mother couldn't resist me, so she started masturbating me in the storeroom. She said that was the most she could do, no more.

One time, I was at home. My mother didn't have to go to school on weekends, and I was feeling restless. I saw my father taking a nap, and my mother was squatting in the toilet washing clothes. When she squatted down, her buttocks were squeezed into a peach shape. She was wearing shorts, and my penis was itching. I secretly sat behind my mother and rubbed my penis against her vulva, which was spread open like a frog's legs. She was so scared that she turned around and looked at me.

I told my mother to continue washing, but she wouldn't. She told me to get out, but I wouldn't listen. I started kneading her breasts with both hands and moving my hips, rubbing my penis against her. My mother was so scared that she stood up. I closed the bathroom door and told her, "Dad is sleeping. Hurry up and help me, or he'll wake up..." My mother looked at my penis without saying anything. I ignored her and pulled her hand to help me masturbate. She masturbated a few times, then refused, washed her hands, and went out. I was so surprised that she did this. I quickly pulled her back and locked the door. My mother said, "I only do this for you at school. Why do I have to do it at home too?" I said that I was so swollen on Saturdays and Sundays that I couldn't make it to Monday. I pressed my mother's head down, but she wouldn't lift it and refused to give me oral sex. Before, she would just use her hand to masturbate.

I suggested blowing it out, and I held my penis to my mother's mouth. She looked at me but still wouldn't open her mouth. I said, "Dad's going to get up. If you don't hurry, I'll do it myself. I won't care if you're in pain." My mother trembled, remembering the scene of me being forcibly penetrated last time. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and began to suck. The humiliation of being watched from above was unbearable.

My penis was swallowed and released in my mother's mouth. I kept telling her to use her tongue. Finally, she started sucking my penis up and down like she was eating a popsicle, a little saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her entire penis was glistening with saliva. The heat of her mouth and the friction of her tongue made the sucking feel like a completely different kind of vaginal penetration.

At that moment, I pulled out my penis, masturbated a few times, and ejaculated on my mother's face.

After that, in the warehouse, my mother started letting me do whatever I wanted. I would hold her above me, sucking her breasts, or doggy style squeezing her buttocks. Whenever we were in the warehouse, I would start violating my mother. From the warehouse to the round table, chairs, and windowsill, my mother would give me oral sex, breast sex, and masturbation until I ejaculated again and again.

Later, I became even more audacious. Whenever my mother was alone at home, she could never escape my harassment. When my mother wasn't paying attention, I would put my hands inside her clothes and rub her large breasts in the kitchen. My mother was afraid of being seen, so she could only silently tolerate my harassment. I would constantly rub my penis against my mother's beautiful buttocks, and even make my mother do what she did in porn movies, giving me oral sex under the dining table, of course, when no one was around. I felt that oral sex was not enough.

I started forcefully penetrating my mother's vagina, beginning with licking her vulva with my tongue. At school, I licked her until her juices flowed freely, making me orgasm countless times. Each time I finished, my mother's face would be completely red, without any shame. Until one day, after I helped my mother orgasm with my fingers, I hugged her and licked her entire body, including her anus and vulva. Her tongue started French kissing me. I thought it was about time, so I grabbed my mother's buttocks with both hands, sat on the chair, and let her vulva completely envelop my penis. My mother gritted her teeth in pain. I wanted my mother to move herself. My mother, like that woman, although her technique was very poor, the way she twisted her buttocks made me feel very good. I increased the speed, my whole body shaking as I accelerated the friction of my penis against her vagina, making my mother moan continuously, feeling weak all over from pleasure.

Over the past year, I've raped my mother countless times. Every day, during those short volunteer hours as a caregiver, we'd have our trysts in the warehouse. Under the light, I'd thrust into her from behind, and she'd repeatedly indulge me in a doggy-style position. I'd come to see my mother as my woman. Whenever my college friends complained about not having girlfriends or that their girlfriends wouldn't let them touch them, I'd chuckle to myself. Little did they know, my mother was my best lover. From the warehouse to home, when no one was home, I'd relentlessly thrust into her on her bed. While you could only watch porn and masturbate, I had a mother to satisfy me, making my four years of college fulfilling every single day. Because my mother had her tubal ligation early on, I could ejaculate inside her without a condom—that's the benefit of incest with my mother.

Even now that I'm married, after my wife finishes servicing me at night, I'd sneak up and go to my mother's room while she's asleep, asking her to come out. Then we'd go to a corner of the house, and I'd watch her give me oral sex while I thrust into her. My mother is my woman forever. As long as my wife won't let me touch her, I'll always have my beautiful mother.

Although she's older, her mature charm and the sexual techniques I taught her still made me ejaculate again and again. My mother never told anyone about this incestuous relationship, which only fueled my arousal. It wasn't

until recently, after I separated from my mother, that I gradually stopped this relationship. Once, I had to go on a business trip to China for a month. My father's passing left my mother a widow. I'm almost twenty-eight, and I thought it was time to bring her home. Partly to take good care of her, and partly… During my business trip, I secretly took my mother with me, because I didn't want to see a prostitute. My mother took care of my daily needs, and at night I gave her my love. By day, she was my kind mother; by night, she became my "mother-wife."

Even though incest between mother and son is unacceptable to the world, I think there must be others in the world who, like me, enjoy the pleasure their mothers bring them. This is my love for my mother.

As a freshman in college, I have to ride my bike to the junior high school every night to pick up my mother. She's a volunteer traffic guide at a nearby junior high, wearing a shiny vest similar to a traffic police officer's vest, directing traffic at the main intersection near the school. Although it's mostly small alleyways, the traffic is heavy at night, and the junior high students finish their evening self-study around 8 or 9 pm. My mother is the head of the volunteer traffic guides.

Because my younger brother also attends that school, she goes even more often. Unfortunately, as a college student with fewer classes, my mother used to walk home by herself. However, recently I heard about a groper in the neighborhood, so under pressure from my dad, I have to ride my bike for ten minutes every night to pick her up. Whenever I have to

play games or join a raid at night, I have no choice but to go get my bike.

Today, like usual, although I was annoyed, I still swore at my dad on the way.

However, after half a year, I got used to the daily routine of picking her up and dropping her off, and even gradually began to see

my mother as my lover. Maybe it's because I've never had a girlfriend, and I'm still young and virile. Whenever my penis got itchy, I could only watch porn online and masturbate. But as I spent more time alone with my mother, we started to talk to each other, and I unknowingly became infatuated with her, which led me down the path of incest.

I started watching videos of mothers and sons having sex online, reading incestuous articles on forums, imagining my mother as a character in the stories. This excited me and increasingly stimulated my incestuous feelings. Every time I fantasized about my mother in bed, my penis pounding against her buttocks, her vagina gushing with juices, making her scream louder and louder. The pleasure of these fantasies gave me a forbidden ecstasy after each ejaculation.

I wanted to do what those incestuous articles did, but looking at real life, well, forget it.

Novels are always idealized; every mother in them is voluptuous and has a large bottom. Looking at my own mother, I'm 164cm tall, not bad looking, wear glasses typical of an older woman, and dress like a typical Taiwanese mother. I still want to have an affair with her, though I know it's unlikely. She's always been good to me, possessing the air of a school teacher, the loving kindness of a mother, and the attentiveness of a friend or lover.

Even with a decent figure, her natural feminine charm and soft voice are captivating; she's someone everyone likes.

I arrived early today and waited at the intersection for my mother to direct traffic. Looking at her, I saw she had short, youthful hair, and her glasses were now thin-rimmed black. Her breasts were actually quite large, though covered by a vest. She wore a pearl-white long dress and ordinary ladylike shoes, waving a traffic baton. The flashing red light made her oval face appear flushed, leaving me completely stunned.

My mother called out, "Son, stop daydreaming!" I quickly got up and realized I'd been staring at her, completely absorbed. She walked over and said, "Why are you staring at me like that? Are you getting impatient, or are you in a hurry to get back to the computer?" I quickly said no, but as I stood up, the image I'd been fantasizing about my mother had made my penis bulge in my work pants, which she saw. She laughed and said, "What are you thinking about? Seeing those middle school girls, you're thinking about lewd things?" Her pink lips parted slightly, revealing a pair of dimples on her cheeks.

Those dimples on my mother's oval face were her most captivating feature; I heard that's how my father fell for her.

I felt a blush creep up my face in embarrassment. After all, I'm a university student, so I wasn't too bothered by such slightly risqué topics. I casually said, "It's because Mom is pretty, that's why." Mom tapped me on the head with her baton, saying I was talking inappropriately. She laughed and asked me to help her carry some things to the school. I immediately put on a reluctant expression, "Oh, just go ahead."

Apparently, the volunteers' vests and batons are usually kept at the security guard's room, but lately they've been missing. So, they have to collect and organize them every day and take them to a classroom in another building on campus. Mom, being the head of the volunteers, has a key, and the security guard used to carry them for her. But today, the guard was out slacking off, and since I was free, Mom asked me to help.

Carrying a box of volunteer equipment, I walked past the motorcycle shed by the wall and around to the door at the top of the small stairs. My mother opened the door. Although the lights weren't on inside, the large spotlights on the playground made the classroom fairly visible. However, that was only clear from the inside looking out. From the outside looking in, the reflection from the glass and the dimness made it impossible to see anything.

I assumed the staff room was just like this and was about to put it down anywhere when my mother said, "We're not there yet?" I saw her walking inside and opening a wooden door on the wall. Inside was a small storage room filled with school stuff. I could only groan a few times in protest. There was a white light on the storage room, and two student desks pushed together to form a table. I put the equipment on the ground, and my mother said, "Thank you for your hard work, let's go." Her sweet voice made it impossible for me to be angry.

That night, I read incestuous articles, imagining my mother's appearance, and continued masturbating. Suddenly, I thought of that small warehouse, and a lustful thought arose in my mind. My mind was filled with images of me pinning my mother down in that warehouse and having sex with her.

After I ejaculated and calmed down, I thought it should be feasible, so I began my plan to have sex with my mother.

I started accompanying my mother to that warehouse every day, observing the time and the terrain. Once I had a good grasp of the situation, I started thinking about the next step.

I began to constantly make sexual advances to my mother and started discussing erotic issues with her. My mother was very surprised at first, but with my skillful bluffing, she was willing to talk to me. I would pretend to rest at the warehouse entrance when we went to that small warehouse, chatting casually with my mother. At first, my mother was shy, but when I kept asking questions, she kept dodging them and said that I had become so lewd.

Seeing my mother blushing and looking so shy as I kept asking her questions, I wanted to keep rubbing her large breasts inside her. And that unexpected day came.

It was raining a bit that day, and I was having the misfortune of my car not starting. I grabbed two umbrellas, saying I wanted to give them to my mother. I was going to pretend to be brave and say the rain wasn't heavy, but I was worried she'd catch a cold, so I hurried along the road. As I was carrying the cardboard box into the warehouse as usual, suddenly there was thunder and lightning. My mind was racing with all sorts of incestuous fantasies. I saw that my mother was still a bit tired because her period had just ended a few days ago. I said, "It's raining so hard, you'll just get soaked even with an umbrella. Why don't you leave a little later?" My mother was sitting on the staff chair at the warehouse entrance. By the light from the white lamp inside the warehouse shining through the doorway, I looked at my mother's face, which was pretending to be asleep. She had tucked the right side of her short hair behind her ear, revealing her jade-like neck. She was wearing a fitted women's shirt that accentuated her full breasts, and a pair of black semi-transparent stockings were peeking out from under her long skirt. My mother had her legs crossed.

With her eyes closed, she said, "Let's call home and hear what's going on. Who knows how long this rain will last..." I was overjoyed. After reporting, I deliberately squatted down by the door, staring intently at the view under her skirt, but unfortunately, I couldn't see anything.

My mother squinted and noticed my gaze, quickly scolding, "What are you looking at?!" I quickly stood up, glaring at her, thinking that if I missed this opportunity, it might be gone, and I didn't know when I'd get another chance.

I walked towards my mother, my semi-erect penis bulging in my work pants. While she closed her eyes again, I rubbed my genitals against her face. She opened her eyes, looked up at me, her face full of terror. I then thrust my semi-erect penis out of my pants, unzipped them, and let it penetrate her, right next to her cheek, very close.

My mother was speechless with surprise. She stared at my semi-erect penis, slowly raising it until the foreskin was pulled back, revealing the glans. She yelled, "What are you doing? Put your pants back on! You're a grown woman! What do you want?!" I forcefully pressed her head down, forcing it under my crotch. My right hand pressed against the back of her head, while my left hand held the base of my penis, slapping her mouth, nose, and face, making her smell the stench of my penis.

My mother struggled free, shouting, "If you keep doing this, I'll call for help!" I had already figured out the security guards' routine; it was Friday night, and they usually went to internet cafes to cool off and play games. Seeing this, my mother became frightened. I started pulling at her, dragging her into the small storage room. She struggled and screamed incessantly. I closed the door, preventing the sound from reaching the hallway. With the rain so heavy, even if someone was outside the classroom, they wouldn't be able to hear clearly.

In the struggle, I forcefully pulled off my mother's long skirt on the ground, leaving her only in stockings and a pair of red underwear. My mother cried and said, "Don't do this, I'm your mother... this is incest!" I was panting and took off my pants and shirt. It was so hot, I was covered in sweat. I walked towards my mother with my erect penis. This small warehouse was not very big, and my mother could only squeeze onto the table. I said, "Mom... let me have some fun, okay? I've wanted you for so long, I'm so itchy." My mother curled up and said, "Can't you take care of your itch yourself? You dare to do this to me. If your father finds out, he'll beat you... Ah!!!" Before she could finish speaking, I pressed her onto the table and forcefully spread her legs. My mother's legs kept moving. I first grabbed her hands tightly and pressed my whole body against hers.

I started kissing her lips haphazardly. My mother's mouth was full of saliva, and I sucked on it with great satisfaction. My penis rubbed against my mother's panties and vulva. I didn't care whether my mother wanted to or not; I really wanted to penetrate her. My mother's body and buttocks were on the table, and my legs were under the table. As soon as my mother's upper body stood up, I pressed her down heavily. This happened several times, and both of us were panting heavily. My mother's hands, which had been pushing and flailing wildly, gradually became weak and powerless.

Just as I thought, she was indeed quite tired in the days following her period.

I figured I'd had enough, so I pulled off my mother's red panties and, under the light, raped her body. She turned her face away from me, unwilling to look at me, tears welling in her eyes. Her short hair was disheveled, and her shirt, which I'd torn and pulled haphazardly, was askew, revealing her white bra. I grabbed the shirt with both hands and yanked it hard, snapping the buttons off to reveal her snow-white breasts. Her cleavage was deep, and her nipples were round. I couldn't resist playing with them. Her vulva was a little dark, but her pubic hair was thick. I pulled the bra up completely, tilted my head towards her chest, and began to suckle and play with her breasts.

My mother pushed against my chest with both hands, crying, "This is incest... It's getting late, your dad will come, and then you'll... Waaah!" I didn't care about that, grabbing my mother's hair and pulling it down, saying, "Mom, you don't want the family to break up, do you... There's my brother, Dad, you don't want to see them sad and heartbroken, do you?" My mother looked at me, sobbing, "You're threatening me! How dare you! Do you think I won't tell others just because I let you treat me like this?" I first... I forcefully kissed my mother's lips, saying, "Mom...please, just this once, I promise I won't do it again...give it to me." My mother pushed my chest hard with both hands, saying, "You dare to do this again..." I didn't care anymore, lifted my mother's thighs up, my penis pressed against her vaginal opening, my mother kept pushing my abdomen with her right hand, twisting her buttocks and saying, "Stop...don't do this anymore...if your dad finds out I'll be beaten to death...waaaah." I said, "If you don't tell, if I don't tell, who will know?"

Ignoring my mother's wishes, I pushed forward, grabbed her thighs, and slowly began to move. My mother gasped, "You'll regret this..." I increased my speed. Because of the struggle, my mother's body was still stiff, making her vagina very tight, but there wasn't much fluid. I spat a little saliva onto my penis and then forcefully thrust it in. My mother screamed, "Ah..." I started thrusting wildly. The pleasure of this rape, combined with the thousands of times I had fantasized about incest with my mother, created a vivid scene before my eyes. My mother was right in front of me, sobbing as she was being fucked. She kept cursing me, saying I was heartless, that I had raised her and she was doing this to me. I kept emphasizing how alluring my mother was.

As I thrust in and out, even though it was only one position, my mother's body reacted. Her vagina began to secrete fluids, making the walls of her vagina sticky. Her belly rhythmically squeezed my penis. I kept praising her vagina, and she kept telling me to stop, saying she didn't want to hear it. But I insisted on saying these perverted things to stimulate her, to make her conscience slowly disappear with the physical pleasure. That was my plan. I imitated

an adult film, bending my mother's legs to the left, her two snow-white thighs together, bent, with her buttocks facing my penis. This thrusting method was different from the frontal position; the angle of friction between the glans and the penis against the vaginal walls created a different kind of stimulation for her vagina.

Eventually, my mother could only moan silently. Being violated by her own son in the warehouse—that kind of resentment would make any mother feel ashamed, something she couldn't speak of.

The stimulation from her vagina was intense. I kept thrusting, holding my mother's waist. The entire desk shook as I slammed my hands against her buttocks. The sounds of slapping and the squelching of her genitals filled the air. I grabbed her short hair tightly and pulled hard. She jerked up in pain, her body tensing slightly from the pain of having her hair pulled. Her vaginal walls clenched even tighter. She looked at me and yelled, "Don't ejaculate inside!!" I felt a tingling sensation in my glans and deliberately thrust deeper. After a few minutes of trembling, all my thick semen was inside her uterus. I released her hair, and she could only cry, "You...you..." unable to speak any more.

After a long while, I looked at the semen coming out of her vagina. She stood up and asked if I had any toilet paper. I rushed to the classroom outside to find a pack. I stood alone outside while she wiped herself, put on her clothes, and tidied herself up.

She came out and glared at me. Seeing that my mother didn't say anything, I silently followed behind her, watching her back. I had just forced myself on her in the warehouse, and to be honest, I regretted it a little. When my mother got home, she said it was raining heavily, so she came home late. Because of the pain in her lower body, she walked a little strangely, but my father was already asleep and didn't know.

Although the whole thing was very short, less than forty minutes, it was still the first time I experienced a woman's pleasure. I was sure of my mother's personality and her dedication to the family. My mother would never tell anyone, and she would have the modesty of a traditional woman. She wouldn't even dare to think about such an incestuous thing. Just as I guessed, two days passed, and my mother was still the same as usual, but her eyes had become very cold when she looked at me. On Monday night, I went to pick up my mother again. My mother glanced at me and said that she could go to the warehouse by herself. Although my mother said that, I still secretly followed behind her.

After my mother finished putting things away, I suddenly appeared behind her. She was startled and said, "You're going to do this again... Do you want me to expose what you've done?" Her eyes reddened, and her nose stung. I couldn't bear it, so I knelt down and loudly confessed to her. She glanced at me first, then softened and said, "Get up... You're always doing this." Seeing her anger subside, I began my next plan.

I started telling her jokes to cheer her up. She seemed to know I had truly admitted my mistake and gradually stopped mentioning it. I began to grope her without restraint—holding her hand, touching her bottom, kissing her cheek—all while we were in the storeroom. I would never do this to her at home. At first, she tried to dodge, flinch, and even curse, but eventually, she gave up resisting.

After that rape, I started asking my mother to satisfy my lust. She refused, but I said I had a strong sex drive and I was afraid that if she didn't help me release it, I would force her to do things she didn't want to do. My mother couldn't resist me, so she started masturbating me in the storeroom. She said that was the most she could do, no more.

One time, I was at home. My mother didn't have to go to school on weekends, and I was feeling restless. I saw my father taking a nap, and my mother was squatting in the toilet washing clothes. When she squatted down, her buttocks were squeezed into a peach shape. She was wearing shorts, and my penis was itching. I secretly sat behind my mother and rubbed my penis against her vulva, which was spread open like a frog's legs. She was so scared that she turned around and looked at me.

I told my mother to continue washing, but she wouldn't. She told me to get out, but I wouldn't listen. I started kneading her breasts with both hands and moving my hips, rubbing my penis against her. My mother was so scared that she stood up. I closed the bathroom door and told her, "Dad is sleeping. Hurry up and help me, or he'll wake up..." My mother looked at my penis without saying anything. I ignored her and pulled her hand to help me masturbate. She masturbated a few times, then refused, washed her hands, and went out. I was so surprised that she did this. I quickly pulled her back and locked the door. My mother said, "I only do this for you at school. Why do I have to do it at home too?" I said that I was so swollen on Saturdays and Sundays that I couldn't make it to Monday. I pressed my mother's head down, but she wouldn't lift it and refused to give me oral sex. Before, she would just use her hand to masturbate.

I suggested blowing it out, and I held my penis to my mother's mouth. She looked at me but still wouldn't open her mouth. I said, "Dad's going to get up. If you don't hurry, I'll do it myself. I won't care if you're in pain." My mother trembled, remembering the scene of me being forcibly penetrated last time. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and began to suck. The humiliation of being watched from above was unbearable.

My penis was swallowed and released in my mother's mouth. I kept telling her to use her tongue. Finally, she started sucking my penis up and down like she was eating a popsicle, a little saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her entire penis was glistening with saliva. The heat of her mouth and the friction of her tongue made the sucking feel like a completely different kind of vaginal penetration.

At that moment, I pulled out my penis, masturbated a few times, and ejaculated on my mother's face.

After that, in the warehouse, my mother started letting me do whatever I wanted. I would hold her above me, sucking her breasts, or doggy style squeezing her buttocks. Whenever we were in the warehouse, I would start violating my mother. From the warehouse to the round table, chairs, and windowsill, my mother would give me oral sex, breast sex, and masturbation until I ejaculated again and again.

Later, I became even more audacious. Whenever my mother was alone at home, she could never escape my harassment. When my mother wasn't paying attention, I would put my hands inside her clothes and rub her large breasts in the kitchen. My mother was afraid of being seen, so she could only silently tolerate my harassment. I would constantly rub my penis against my mother's beautiful buttocks, and even make my mother do what she did in porn movies, giving me oral sex under the dining table, of course, when no one was around. I felt that oral sex was not enough.

I started forcefully penetrating my mother's vagina, beginning with licking her vulva with my tongue. At school, I licked her until her juices flowed freely, making me orgasm countless times. Each time I finished, my mother's face would be completely red, without any shame. Until one day, after I helped my mother orgasm with my fingers, I hugged her and licked her entire body, including her anus and vulva. Her tongue started French kissing me. I thought it was about time, so I grabbed my mother's buttocks with both hands, sat on the chair, and let her vulva completely envelop my penis. My mother gritted her teeth in pain. I wanted my mother to move herself. My mother, like that woman, although her technique was very poor, the way she twisted her buttocks made me feel very good. I increased the speed, my whole body shaking as I accelerated the friction of my penis against her vagina, making my mother moan continuously, feeling weak all over from pleasure.

Over the past year, I have raped my mother countless times. Every day, during those short volunteer hours as a caregiver, the two of us would have our trysts in the warehouse. Under the light, I would thrust into my mother's vagina from behind, and she would indulge me again and again in a doggy-style position. I had come to regard my mother as my own woman. Whenever my college friends said they couldn't find girlfriends or that their girlfriends wouldn't let them touch them, I would secretly laugh. Little did they know, my mother at home was my best lover. From the warehouse to home, when no one was home, I would thrust into my mother's bed repeatedly. While you could only watch porn and masturbate, I had a mother who could give me pleasure, allowing me to live a fulfilling life for four years of college. Because my mother had her tubal ligation early on, I could ejaculate inside her without a condom. That was the benefit of my incestuous relationship with my mother.

Even now that I'm married, after my wife finishes serving me at night, I sneak out to my mother's room while she's asleep, ask her to come out, and then we go to a corner of the house. I watch my mother give me oral sex while I hold her body and thrust into her. My mother is my woman forever. As long as my wife won't let me touch her, I'll naturally still have my beautiful mother.

Although she's older, that mature woman's charm, combined with the sexual techniques I taught her before, still makes me ejaculate again and again. My mother has never told anyone about this incestuous relationship, which makes me even more sexually aroused. It wasn't

until recently, after I separated from my mother, that I gradually stopped this relationship. Once, I had to go on a business trip to China for a month, and my father's death left my mother to be a widow alone. I'm almost twenty-eight years old, and I thought it was time to bring my mother home. On the one hand, I wanted to take good care of her, and on the other hand... When I went on the business trip, I specifically kept it a secret from my wife and took my mother with me because I didn't want to see prostitutes. My mother took care of my daily life, and at night I gave her my love every night. By day, she was my kind mother; by night, she became my mother-wife.

Even though incest between mother and son is not accepted by the world, I think there must be people in the world like me who enjoy the pleasure their mother brings them. This is my love for my mother.

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