Sexual harassment training for cousin

I'm 21 years old this year. Last year, through my mother's arrangement, I found my current bride. A month ago, my mother planned the wedding herself. She even bought a house not far from home as our new home, and she chose all the decorations. To others, they must think my mother dotes on me and envy me for having such a good mother. Actually, throughout the entire wedding arrangement, I felt as if my mother was marrying me, and in fact, her feelings were exactly the same as mine. Not long ago, I officially got married. At the wedding banquet, the only people who truly felt happiness and joy were my mother and me. My right hand was holding my bride's hand, and my left hand was holding my mother's. The only people truly embracing the sweet feelings of newlyweds were my mother and me. My mother gave birth to me when she was 16, and she's only 37 this year. Already mature and beautiful, she dressed up very deliberately that day. Many people privately said that my mother was more beautiful than the bride, and in my eyes, that's definitely true. When the officiant asked, "Ms. Lin Jieyu, do you take Mr. Chen Wenming to be your wife and spend the rest of your life with him?" I only heard my mother whisper beside me, "I do!" I turned to look at my mother, and our eyes met. Her eyes shone with boundless love. I openly lowered my head and whispered in her ear, "I do too, my dear wife. From today onwards, you are my wife." Tears welled in my mother's eyes, and she whispered in my ear, "I love you, my good son, my good husband. I've always been yours." My mother and I both suppressed the urge to kiss each other. Many relatives and friends who came to witness the ceremony simply thought it was my mother giving her son instructions; everything seemed perfectly natural… Afterwards, I accompanied the bride into the dressing room to change her dress. My mother held my hand tightly and followed me in. In the less than a minute after my new wife went to the restroom and closed the door, my mother and I could no longer contain ourselves and passionately kissed each other. Only then did I truly kiss my bride. If it weren't for the sound of the toilet flushing, we really wouldn't have wanted to part. After a busy night, and with all the guests gone, my bride and I returned to our new home, accompanied by my mother. My mother had decorated the entire house herself; in fact, she decorated it with the intention of being my wife. My mother took the bride's white wedding dress into the new house and then told her to go take a shower first. She said she would tell her son to wait for her in the living room after she finished showering. My mother locked the door to the new house, and as soon as she turned around, my mother and I understood each other perfectly, and we immediately kissed again. My mother frantically sucked on my lips, and I would occasionally slip my tongue into her mouth, enjoying her love. I held my mother tightly, and with one hand, I unzipped the cheongsam from behind. My mother's pure white lace lingerie was immediately revealed. After the cheongsam was completely off, I saw that my mother was wearing a pair of pure white lace transparent panties and white stockings. "Good husband, dear son, Mom has finally married you! Mom is so happy... no, Xiaojie is so happy! Husband..." "Mom, my good wife, you've worked so hard, and I've wronged you. No matter what others think, in my heart, you are my only wife. I love you, Mom, let's hurry up and consummate our marriage." I couldn't wait to take off my mother's underwear. "Husband, wait a minute!" Mom picked up the white wedding dress she had personally chosen. "Yes! Mom, you should wear this. That's how we officially get married." Mom had this idea for a long time, and it was something she had planned long ago. On my wedding night, she would wear her wedding dress and consummate our marriage, completing the final step of the wedding ceremony. A little while later, Mom put on the white wedding dress, and I was completely mesmerized. The white wedding dress with its slender waist fit Mom perfectly. "Mom, this dress is practically made for you. You look so beautiful." "Silly boy! Mom originally chose it for herself." After Mom put it on, she suddenly exuded a bride's shyness, and I couldn't wait to kiss her again. "Mmm...good husband...mmm...I want you...for one night..." My mother's words reminded me. So I picked her up and gently placed her on the new bed, lifted her white gauze dress, and slowly pulled down her white gauze panties. When her pubic hair was revealed, I couldn't help but kiss her vulva. "Oh...good...good husband...mmm...Mom is so happy...faster...fuck me...like usual...fuck your mom...your little Jie...mmm..." I immediately took off my pants and pressed my already erect penis against my mother's already overflowing vulva. Since we
didn't have much time, we didn't need much caressing or foreplay. And because we had waited all night for this moment, my mother was already dripping wet, so there was no need for any foreplay. "Quick...good husband...quickly put it in...put it in...Mom will officially be your wife..." I thrust my penis forward, and with a "squelch..." I heard Mom's juices flow from both sides. Afraid of wetting the new bed, I pulled down the back of Mom's white dress to cushion her buttocks. "Ah...so good...Xiao Jie is yours now...so beautiful...good son...Mom has been fucked by you for so many years...today...Mom feels the best...ah...oh...fuck me...fuck your wife well...your own mother...ah...it's hitting the spot...you're so naughty...it's hitting the inside...oh...husband...my dear son...your cock feels so good...fucks Xiao Jie...so good...ah...again...I'm not coming anymore..." Mom was afraid that the sound would be too loud and carry out of the room, so all her moans were kept as low as possible, as if she were whispering in my ear, which added a different kind of charm. Within an hour, my mother and I made love passionately in our new house. It was so exciting and pleasurable that my mother climaxed four or five times, while I ejaculated twice inside her. Her vaginal fluids had soaked through her white wedding dress onto the sheets. When it was almost time, my mother and I changed back into our original clothes. Holding the wedding dress, now stained with her fluids, she kissed me again before opening the bedroom door to go to the living room to call her wife. My wife, having just finished showering, was already exhausted and asleep on the sofa. My mother took this opportunity to leave with the dress. Before leaving, we shared a final, passionate kiss at the door, and my mother returned home with a satisfied smile.
To understand the story of our love, we must start from the beginning. My mother's name is Lin Jieyu. At sixteen, she married a low-level gangster—my father. However, shortly after I was born, my father took the blame for his gang leader and was imprisoned for fifteen years. Therefore, I spent my childhood without a father, while my mother received a considerable sum of money from the gang leader to support herself for those ten years. During those fifteen years, my mother used this money to invest and was fortunate enough to make a considerable profit. Later, during the peak of the stock market boom, she again made a fortune in stocks. She started her own company, and perhaps partly due to her youth and beauty, she was quite successful in the business world. Of course, many big bosses tried to take advantage of my mother. But my mother's consistent approach was to always take me with her wherever she went. Firstly, she didn't trust anyone else to take care of me, and secondly, it would protect her from unnecessary harassment. It wasn't until I reached elementary school age that she gradually withdrew from work to stay home and take care of me full-time. During those years, it was just my mother and me at home, and because we were mother and son, she never hid anything from me, including changing clothes and bathing. Even from my infancy until I was fourteen, we often bathed and slept together. In my mother's eyes, I was always a child, her only precious son, so she didn't see anything to hide. People generally think that boys only understand sex after puberty, but actually, boys can instinctively get erections from the age of three, it's just not very noticeable at such a young age. From the first year of elementary school, I noticed that my feelings for my mother had changed. I started paying attention to her body, to her underwear, and I would get an erection every time we bathed together, but she didn't seem to mind, just playfully teasing me. When we slept, I would often secretly lift her skirt from behind to peek at her panties. Sometimes I would pretend to be asleep and place my hand on my mother's panties, intentionally or unintentionally stroking them, which always gave me considerable pleasure. When I was nine, I started masturbating for the first time. That's when I realized my genitals were growing remarkably fast; I didn't know if it was the result of long-term masturbation or if I was different from others. Normally, its size was similar to that of an average child, but when erect, it was more than ten times larger, disproportionate to my body. I measured it with a ruler; it was eleven centimeters long, but perhaps because of my young age, the diameter wasn't wide, only about three centimeters, so it always felt very unbalanced. Because I was afraid of being seen by my mother, I started refusing to bathe with her that year, and she didn't seem to mind. After I started refusing to bathe with her, my mother, whether sensing I was growing up or for other reasons, would close the bedroom door when changing clothes. By the time I was fourteen and in the second year of junior high school, I hadn't seen my mother's body for a long time. One night before bed, she closed the door and changed into her pajamas as usual. After changing, she opened the door, and her pajamas were completely open, the straps not tied. When I saw what my mother was wearing underneath, I quickly became aroused. I had never seen my mother dressed so provocatively. Her narrow, semi-transparent bra only covered half of her breasts, and her panties were just a small piece of cloth covering her private parts, with a thick patch of black pubic hair peeking out from the edge of that small piece of cloth. Although I had grown up seeing every inch of my mother's body, it wasn't until this time, when I was going through puberty, that I truly understood how to appreciate the beauty of my mother's body. That night, I slept next to my mother, not dozing off. When I heard my mother's steady breathing, I couldn't wait to continue pretending to be asleep and turned over, placing my hand on my mother's thigh. My mother was sleeping on her side, and I was lying behind her. After nearly ten minutes, I slowly lifted my mother's robe up to her waist. Her buttocks were completely bare, with only a thin string extending forward to cover her vulva. I was already quite aroused. I simply pulled down my pants to let my penis breathe. I carefully observed my mother's reaction, and without waking her, my hand became increasingly bold, tracing the thin string downwards. The small piece of cloth couldn't cover my mother's vulva at all. From behind, her plump labia were faintly visible through her panties, and the pubic hair growing down to her buttocks offered no cover. I was almost touching her cleft when I suddenly realized her panties were only tied with a bow. I slowly and gently untied the bow, and easily, I lifted my mother's panties. My mother's vulva was completely exposed before my eyes. Although I had bathed with my mother for so many years, I had usually only seen the thick clump of pubic hair from the front, never truly seeing her entire vulva. At that moment, I kept stroking my penis, staring at the slit of my mother's vulva. Finally, I couldn't resist bringing my face close, inhaling the unique scent emanating from her vulva. My face was so close that I could lick her labia with my tongue.
But I still didn't dare to be so bold, just continuing to masturbate in ecstasy. However, perhaps because I was too excited, I couldn't reach orgasm for a long time. So, I boldly pressed my body completely against my mother's back, and used my hand to hold my penis against her labia. At that time, I didn't know what intercourse was; only animal instinct told me to put my genitals into my mother's slit. The moment the tip of my penis touched my mother's labia, I orgasmed. A stream of fresh semen shot out, landing right on my mother's vulva. Just then, Mom, probably because my warm semen hit her most sensitive spot, suddenly jumped up from the bed as if she'd been bitten. I was terrified, closing my eyes and not daring to move. But damn it, I was still holding my penis, which was already fourteen centimeters long and four centimeters thick, in my hand, still throbbing. A transparent thread of semen was still visible through the foreskin at the tip. Mom sat up, and I lay on my side on the bed, squinting to peek at her reaction, but I didn't dare look up. I only saw that after Mom sat up, the panties I had unfastened, which had been hanging on her legs, fell down and were right in front of me. Time seemed to stand still. Although Mom didn't say anything, I could feel her astonishment; she was even staring at the penis in my hand. I really regretted what I had done then, fearing that Mom would look down on me from then on and treat me like a bad person. Through my slits, all I could see was my mother kneeling cross-legged on the bed. The bed was completely still. I don't know how much time passed, but then my mother reached down and picked up my panties from beside my cheek. I saw that her hands were covered in my semen. I thought, "Oh no, I'm doomed. Mom has touched the semen on her labia." After picking up her panties, my mother got up, got out of bed, and left the room. I wanted to put my pants back on, but I was afraid that if my mother came back in and found out, she would know I had been awake the whole time. If I just stayed asleep like that, maybe she would think I was dreaming and didn't mean it. I naively thought this, and then I unknowingly fell asleep. When the sunlight streaming in through the window woke me, I jumped out of bed, as if I had just had a nightmare. I found that I was covered with a sheet, but my lower body was still naked. I thought, "Mom probably isn't angry with me, otherwise she wouldn't have covered me with a sheet." I hurriedly pulled up my pants and got out of bed to look for my mother. Following the sound, I went to the kitchen and saw her with her back to me, seemingly preparing breakfast. "Mom... good morning..." I said to her in a trembling voice, feeling guilty. "Oh! You're up. Did you sleep well?" My mother turned around. "Oh... okay..." I didn't dare to look her in the eye. "Then go wash up first!" My mother turned back to her work as if nothing had happened. I thought to myself, thank goodness, it seems like my mother doesn't remember what happened last night, or maybe my act worked and she just thought I was dreaming.
But things weren't as simple as I'd imagined. Although she tried her best to act naturally during our conversations, it was obvious that she was intentionally avoiding me most of the time. Starting the next day, she would simply close the door slightly when she changed clothes. But what hurt me deeply was that my mother would close the door completely, and I even heard a "click" as the door locked. I was devastated. My mother was clearly avoiding me, even locking the door. What was she afraid of? I thought, of course, she was afraid of me, afraid I would violate her again. The pain I felt was being doubted by the person I loved, being avoided by my beloved mother. This blow made me feel like a deflated balloon, as if the world had collapsed. I wore a long face all day. Although my mother spoke to me as usual, my dejected appearance didn't elicit any questions from her. Clearly, she knew why and knew that asking would be pointless. That night, although my mother was still sharing a room with me, she wasn't wearing her loose bathrobe anymore, but rather neatly dressed in casual home clothes. This added another layer of unease to my heart; I dared not touch her body. The bed was large, and I practically moved to the edge, leaving a considerable distance between us. My mother had her back to me; I knew she wasn't asleep, but I wondered what she was thinking. I thought to myself, "Mom really hates me." This was the first time I had experienced the feeling of heartbreak, and it was truly unbearable. On the third day, I couldn't bear the torment. That night, after my mother came into her room, I didn't follow her in or tell her anything; I went to sleep in another room by myself. In the middle of the night, I knew my mother had come in to check on me, but she didn't call me and left again. My other thought was that I wanted to use a self-inflicted injury to gain my mother's attention and sympathy, to soften her heart and make her reluctant to let me go, but this method seemed completely ineffective. And so, I began sleeping in separate rooms from my mother. Although she tried her best to act as if everything was the same as before, the reality was different. My conversations with my mother became less and less frequent, and the bright smile on her face gradually disappeared. I felt frustrated, wondering why things had come to this. Several times I wanted to apologize to my mother and talk things out with her, but each time the words caught in my throat, and I lacked the courage to speak. My mother seemed to be just like me, always burdened with worries, her brow always furrowed. So I started to avoid her. I often made excuses to come home late, saying I was going to a classmate's house or going to the movies with classmates. But that didn't make me happy; instead, it made me increasingly unhappy. My mother also seemed to be getting more and more haggard, rarely dressing up anymore, which broke my heart. All of this was my fault; I couldn't blame my mother. This kind of relationship between us lasted for nearly three months, and then, on the eve of my fifteenth birthday, things changed.
From childhood to adulthood, my mother would always celebrate my birthday in a special way, but as my fifteenth birthday approached, although I looked forward to it, I didn't expect her to remember. The day before my birthday, I dragged my heavy steps to open the door to go to school. "Xiaoming...you..." Mom caught up from behind. "..." I stopped and turned around, but didn't say anything, still looking at Mom with a lost expression. "Xiaoming..." Mom hesitated. "..." I didn't reply. "Come home early after class, I have something to tell you." "Okay! I know." I tried to glean some information from Mom's expression, not knowing if it was good news or... But Mom quickly turned and went back. The day's classes felt like an eternity. I thought all day that Mom was going to have a serious talk with me. I didn't know what Mom was thinking, but judging from her recent actions, I couldn't help but feel pessimistic. It didn't seem like it would be good news. Anyway, this couldn't go on, so I might as well talk it out. Finally, school was over, and I immediately quickened my pace and ran home. I entered the house with a nervous heart. The food was already prepared, and Mom was sitting beside me, as if she had been waiting for a long time. I hung my schoolbag on the coat rack and sat down as well. "Change your clothes first! Mom's waiting for you," Mom said gently. I quickly changed into my pajamas and returned to the dining table. "Mom... what's up?" "Let's talk while we eat, the food's getting cold." I really didn't have an appetite, but I still forced myself to get some rice. "Xiaoming..." Mom still hesitated. "..." "Xiaoming, Mom... I'm asking you, why don't you sleep with Mom anymore?" "This... I..." I didn't know how to respond. "Are you angry with Mom?" Mom said gently. "Mom... how could I... I'm not... it's just..." "Just what?" "I just think... maybe I'm all grown up... Mom won't like sleeping with me anymore... so..." "How could that be? In Mom's eyes, you'll always be my child, how could I not like sleeping with you?" "Mom... I... I'm not a little kid anymore..." I realized my thinking was a bit strange; when I said this, I was thinking about the size of my penis. "This..." Mom's expression suddenly became a little shy, as if she was thinking the same thing as me. "Mom... I think I'll just sleep there from now on. Otherwise, people will laugh if they know I'm so old and still sleeping with you." I realized that when I said "so old," my mind was still full of lewd thoughts. "Your... I don't mind how old you are, it doesn't matter... If we don't say anything, who will know?" After saying that, Mom seemed to suddenly realize that she had used an extra "of," which was grammatically incorrect, and her face immediately turned red. My mind was full of the scene of pressing my penis against Mom's vulva that day. When I heard Mom's grammatical error, my eyes suddenly lit up. Could it be... that Mom was thinking about that thing just like me? "..." I looked at Mom's somewhat shy appearance and stared straight at her. "I..." Mom stammered a little because of my gaze. "Mom, you mean, you still hope that I can sleep with you, right?" "Yes... What does it matter? Mom has thought about it. If you don't say anything and I don't say anything, who will know?" Mom's words seemed to be hinting at something. "But... Mom, I'll still get married in the future, and I'll sleep separately from you." "This... Mom doesn't want to think that far ahead. I'm really not used to sleeping without you. I've been having trouble sleeping these past few months. Anyway, I'll sleep with you for as long as I can now, okay?" To me, Mom's words were full of encouragement. The tone of her voice when she said "okay" was so gentle that no one could refuse. "Okay! Actually... I'm the same as Mom. I'm really not used to sleeping alone. I haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time." "That's great! Hmm!... What day is tomorrow? Do you remember?" Mom suddenly seemed to have returned to her former cheerful and lively self. "Of course I remember. My birthday is only two days apart from Mom's. How could I forget? Tomorrow is my fifteenth birthday, and the day after tomorrow is Mom's thirty-first birthday." "Then... what do you want Mom to give you?" "I... actually... Mom, I'm just happy as long as you're as happy as before. If I can see Mom a little happier, then I don't want anything else." "Good child... hearing you say that... Mom is really... so happy..." Mom said, her voice slightly choked. "Mom...it's true...before...I was sorry, Mom, I made you angry. Mom...I'm really sorry...it was all my fault." I finally mustered the courage to apologize to my mother. "Silly child, what are you apologizing for? It's all my fault. I never...I never noticed...you've grown up...I still treated you like a child...so...so...sigh! I'm so stupid, I didn't know what to do...so...child, I really care about you. Seeing you so unhappy makes my heart ache..." As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, and she began to sob uncontrollably. "Mom...don't cry...it was my fault...I promise I won't do anything to make you hate me again. I love you, Mom...I don't want you to hate me...Mom...don't be sad..." I quickly moved closer to my mother and took her hand. "Waaah...waaah..." My words only made her cry harder. "Mom...don't cry...if you cry, I'll cry too..." I quickly hugged my mother to comfort her. Gradually, my mother stopped sobbing, but I continued to hold her tightly. "Good child... Mom doesn't blame you... That day... Mom was just too confused... It's not that Mom hates you, you know, Mom really didn't know what to do... You are Mom's darling, Mom loves you so much... How could I hate you..." "I love you so much too... Mom..." I said, hugging my mother even tighter. But strangely, my lower body involuntarily became disobedient again. Afraid of embarrassing myself again, I slowly loosened my grip on my mother.
But as soon as I let go, Mom wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. Mom was sitting, and I was standing, so my naughty thing was pressed against Mom's chest. I tried to pull away, but Mom held me tightly around the waist, and I didn't dare to move. I just hoped that my thing would subside quickly, but the more I pressed against Mom's breasts, the more disobedient it seemed. After a while, Mom seemed to notice something was wrong, and slowly let go of me, glancing down at my private parts. Then I saw Mom's ears suddenly turn red, and she turned her head away. "Child...child...you...I...let's eat..." Mom didn't know what to say, so she picked up the bowl. I ate while staring at Mom. She kept her head down, occasionally looking up to meet my eyes, then quickly looking down again. I saw that Mom's whole face was red. "Why...why are you staring at Mom like that..." "Mom, you're so beautiful!" "You're so cheeky!" "It's true, Mom, look at your face, it's as cute as an apple. If you don't believe me, look in the mirror." "You...you're so mean...making fun of Mom..." Mom suddenly started acting like a little girl, acting all cute. "Mom, it's true." "You...you're making Mom angry." Mom pouted and pretended to be angry, which made her even cuter. "Okay, okay, I won't say it. Mom isn't cute at all, Mom is ugly, is that okay?" Looking at Mom, I couldn't help but tease her like I usually do with little girls at school. "You're so annoying...so annoying..." Mom leaned closer and really did turn into a little girl, gently punching me with her fist. I laughed and dodged. Mom got up and chased after me, but accidentally tripped over a chair and almost fell. I quickly reached out to help her. "Gotcha! Ha...ha..." Mom suddenly looked up and started punching me like a happy little bird. "Ha...ha...ha...I can't hit you..." I couldn't help but playfully wrestle with my mom. Suddenly, I grabbed both of her hands. She struggled, but couldn't break free. "I'm not playing with you anymore, you only know how to bully Mom," she said coquettishly, trying to pull away again. I simply hugged her and lifted her up. "Put me down...you...put Mom down...ha...ah..." Mom seemed to have never played like this with a boy in a long time, her innocent and carefree expression on full display. I carried Mom around the house, spinning her around and around. "Stop...stop...Mom's dizzy...ah..." My last bit of strength gave out, and I finally put her on the ground. "Huff...huff..." We were both panting heavily, no longer speaking, but we both looked at each other with smiles. As our breathing gradually evened out, my deeper love for my mother unconsciously seeped into her eyes. I noticed that her gaze had completely changed. Before, no matter how gentle and considerate she was, there was always a mother's tenderness in her eyes. But now, her eyes were exceptionally bright and shining. The paternal look was gone; it was as if she were looking at her beloved lover. I could almost feel that her feelings were exactly the same as mine. We sat on the floor, holding hands, gazing at each other for a long, long time. "...Do you really love me?" My mother broke the silence first, no longer referring to herself as "Mom" but as "I." To me, it sounded like a conversation between lovers. "I...don't love...I love you." I didn't say I loved "Mom," but instead used "I love you" to express my romantic feelings for her. My mother understood. She didn't speak, just silently looked at me. I couldn't help but lean closer. My mother closed her eyes. I knew she had fallen in love too. I tried to imitate what I'd seen in TV shows and movies, slowly pressing my lips to my mother's. She didn't pull away, and I finally kissed her lips. But I had never kissed before; I just imitated her, pressing my lips together like a stamp. A moment later, I noticed my mother open her lips and extend her tongue, pushing my lips apart. I obediently let her take the initiative. Once her tongue entered my mouth, it began to swirl and swirl. The feeling was so beautiful, so sweet. So I quickly learned to do it myself, putting my tongue in my mother's mouth and sucking on it. Mother and son lay on the floor, passionately kissing. I can't describe the excitement I felt at that moment. I never dreamed that my relationship with my mother would change so much.
Having tasted this for the first time, I hugged my mother tightly, rolling around on the floor, kissing her lips, unwilling to let go. Occasionally, she would pull away to catch her breath, and I would kiss her again. I kept kissing my mother, covering her face completely. Her hair was disheveled, and strands of hair on her forehead and temples, glistening with sweat, clung to her flushed face. My mother looked incredibly sexy. I held her hands and caressed her body, my fingers roaming over her. Through her clothes, I felt her bra on the back. Suddenly, I wanted to touch her breasts, so I moved to the front and grabbed them without a word. "Ah..." My mother suddenly jolted as if stung, forcefully pulling me away. "Mom..." I sat on the floor, bewildered. "..." My mother also sat there, head bowed, silent. "Mom...you..." "Child...I'm sorry...I...we can't do this...I..." My mother said, getting up and straightening her clothes before quickly going into the room. I stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do. After a long while, my mother hadn't come out of the room. I was a little worried, so I went in to check on her. I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, head bowed. "Mom..." "Xiaoming...we...shouldn't be like this..." "Mom...but...I love you..." "No...we...we're mother and son, we can't..." "But...but...I..." Seeing my mother's attitude change 180 degrees, I couldn't help but panic. "Sigh! Child, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault...making you..." "No, Mom...you're so good, you're really so good, it's my fault. I know, I won't make things difficult for you, Mom, don't be sad. Okay?" "You're such a good child, it makes me so reluctant to let you go...If...if we weren't...that would be so good." "Mom...you mean, if I weren't your child, you would accept me...right?" "This...but...we are after all...sigh!" "Mom, I'm satisfied with you saying that, I still love you very much, that's enough. I really feel so happy, really, Mom...thank you, I won't make things difficult for you anymore, don't be sad, otherwise it will break my heart." "Waaah...my good son." Mom hugged me and cried again. "Mom... then... would you still like to sleep with me?" "Of course, Mom already promised you, how could I back out?" "That's good, I'd be happy just to sleep next to Mom every day." "Yeah, Mom too." "Then... Mom, I want you to promise me one thing." "What is it?" "From now on, if I accidentally hug you while we're sleeping, you can't get angry!" "I won't, as long as... as long as you don't... oh... you know... Mom won't say anymore..." Mom blushed again at the thought. I suddenly felt that I still had a chance, so I wasn't anxious anymore, and instead felt very comfortable. My mother and I talked for a long time like this, and there were no more grudges. Before we knew it, it was late at night. "Mom, it's getting late, go take a shower first, and then we'll sleep together." "Okay..." When Mom heard "we'll sleep together," her face inexplicably turned red again. Speaking of which, Mom was also conflicted, she kept saying that we couldn't do that, but it seemed that subconsciously she was tempting me. Later, Mom went into the bathroom to take a shower. A moment later, I seemed to hear my mother's voice coming from the bathroom, but I couldn't make it out clearly. So I went to the bathroom door and put my ear close. "...If you hear me...come in and shower with Mom...If you don't hear me...never mind...Mom's saying it one last time...child...Mom wants to shower with you...Mom's whispering...If you hear me...come in and shower with Mom...If you don't hear me...never mind..." I heard my mother speaking in her usual tone in the bathroom. Although there was the sound of water, I could still hear her clearly, and I couldn't help but get excited again. I waited a little longer, and my mother stopped talking, but I heard a heavy sigh: "Sigh...it seems...heaven isn't on your side, and you won't hear it." Without hesitation, I pushed open the bathroom door and saw my mother sitting by the bathtub, still dressed. "Are you...something wrong?" my mother asked, slightly surprised and a little happy. "Mom...I heard you, I've come to shower with you." "You naughty...you can hear me even when I'm speaking so softly." My mother said coquettishly. "..." "Honey, I remember the last time we washed together, you only reached my waist! In the blink of an eye, you're a head taller than me now. You've really grown up." Mom stood up and said. "Mom, you always helped me wash, can I help you today?" "This...okay! Then...you..." "Mom, I'll help you...take off your clothes." I was quite excited. "...This..." Mom hesitated a little. "Then you take them off yourself!" "Okay! You help me take them off!" Mom said, turning around and raising her hands. I lifted her red sweatshirt from behind, revealing her fair skin inch by inch. From behind, I could see she was wearing a matching red bra.
Then I reached out to pull down her pants, but as soon as I pulled them down a little, my mother's hand pressed down on me, preventing me from taking them off completely. "Mom, are you going to take a bath like this?" "I..." I could tell that my mother was just instinctively refusing out of shyness, so I continued to pull down her pants. My mother was wearing red silk panties of the same style and color, which looked quite sexy. And at this moment, my penis was already erect under my shorts. I then unhooked the back of my mother's bra. As the bra slid down, my mother's hands quickly covered her breasts that were sticking out. My mother silently lowered her head and did not turn around. I continued to pull down my mother's red panties, and when my hands were pulling on the elastic bands, my mother put down one hand and grabbed my hand. "Wait...wait a minute..." "Mom! What's wrong?" "I...Mom isn't ready yet...wait...wait a minute, okay?" "Mom, what are you ready for! What's wrong with you today?" I could sense my mother's conflicted feelings. "I...I don't know either..." "Mom, just relax." I continued to pull down Mom's panties, and Mom let go of them. I quickly took off Mom's panties, but just seeing her fair and round buttocks made me incredibly aroused. I put my hands on Mom's shoulders, trying to turn her around to face me. Mom gently pulled me, and we were now standing face to face. But Mom covered her breasts with one hand and her genitals with the other. "..." I stared at Mom without saying a word. "You...what's wrong..." "Mom, I want to see how you're going to wash like this," I teased Mom. "You...you're so mean...you're bullying Mom...you...turn around!" "Okay! Then I'll take my clothes off too." Seeing Mom's embarrassed and anxious look, I couldn't bear to tease her anymore, so I turned around and took off all my clothes. But my biggest problem was my bulging, throbbing penis, and I didn't know where to hide it. Now it was my turn to turn around, embarrassed to face Mom. "Xiaoming, sit down first, let Mom scrub your back!" Okay, maybe it'll go away soon, so I grabbed a small stool and sat down. Mom bent down to apply shower gel and started washing me. As she washed, I could feel her nipples occasionally pressing against my back, which felt quite stimulating. But I couldn't just keep washing her back, so after a while, I said, "Mom, let me wash you." I turned around while still sitting. Mom didn't flinch anymore, and I faced her directly, my face against her lower abdomen. Her thick pubic hair was finally visible again, shaped like an inverted triangle, quite beautiful. "Okay!" Mom turned around. I stood up and applied shower gel to her back and buttocks as well. When my hands moved over her back and buttocks, her body seemed to tremble slightly. But the feeling of touching my mother's soft skin was simply wonderful. I touched her, moving from her buttocks to her thighs, then up her thighs, and down her waist to her lower abdomen. My mother was facing the bathroom mirror, so I could see her expression. I noticed that her eyes were closed, and she seemed quite intoxicated. I could almost feel that she was just as filled with desire as I was. So I moved my hand up her lower abdomen to her breasts. She still had her eyes closed. Seeing that she didn't object, I wrapped my arms around her, pressed my back against her, and grasped one breast in each hand, kneading them vigorously. "Mmm..." My mother let out a soft moan of pleasure. Her hands rested on mine, following my kneading in circles. Encouraged, I rested my head on my mother's shoulder. At this moment, my erect, thick penis was pressing against my mother's buttocks, but she seemed to be enjoying my caresses, as if she didn't feel it. The scene was exactly like two people about to make love, foreplaying before sex. I couldn't help but kiss my mother's neck. "Mmm...mmm..." My mother's voice grew louder as she accepted my kiss. As I kissed her, I turned her body around. Her eyes were half-open, and she looked completely absorbed in the moment. I then kissed her lips, immediately slipping my tongue into her mouth. My mother automatically wrapped her arms around me, and we became locked in a passionate kiss. "Mmm...sizzle...sizzle...mmm...mmm...sizzle...sizzle...mmm..." We kissed passionately like this. My hand finally reached my mother's lower abdomen, then moved down to her pubic hair. I covered her vulva with my entire hand, enjoying the pleasure of the friction from her pubic hair. After a while, I withdrew my hand from my mother's lips and quickly took her nipple into my mouth. "Ah...mmm...okay...no...no...ah...okay...oh..." I took advantage of the situation and parted my mother's labia with my fingers. "Ah...no!" My mother pushed me away forcefully as if she had been electrocuted. "Mom..." "...I...we..." "Mom, what's wrong?" "Child...how could we...no...really no...ah! You..." Mom saw my penis, over five inches long and as thick as a baby's wrist, and stammered, unable to speak. I thought, I can't let Mom think too much, so I pulled her hand to hold my penis. "Ah...what are you doing?" Mom exclaimed in surprise. I pressed down hard on her hand, not letting her pull it back. Mom struggled for a moment, then her strength disappeared. Seeing that Mom had obediently held my penis, I let go. "Child...how could you...be so...big...last time..." Mom stared intently at it.
I knew Mom meant when she said, "It wasn't this big when I last saw it," referring to the time I secretly ejaculated on her labia. "Mom...do you like it?" "I...like...ah...no..." Mom seemed a little confused. "Mom...we...have to come to a conclusion, this isn't the way." "I...sigh..." Mom sighed. "..." "Child, to be honest, you've noticed, I'm conflicted. I love you so much, sometimes I don't even treat you like my son, but...sigh...I really don't know what to do. I can't...can't do this with you...this is wrong..." As Mom spoke, her hand unconsciously stroked my penis. "Mom, it's just the two of us at home, if we don't tell, who will know? Don't you think so too?" I remembered what Mom had said at dinner. "This...but..." Mom seemed a little tempted. "Mom, I don't know anything about this. Can you teach me?" "This... child, don't pressure me. Let me think about it, okay?" Mom said, releasing my penis and walking naked out of the bathroom. I followed her out of the bathroom, and Mom sat down on the sofa in the living room. I stood in front of Mom, my penis still erect. "You... you should put your clothes on quickly, you'll catch a cold." "Mom, you're the same." "Child, let me have some peace and quiet, okay? Be good, okay? I'll answer you later. Get me my underwear." Mom said gently. I went to Mom's room, opened her wardrobe, and among the dazzling array of underwear, I found the briefs that I had taken off Mom last time, which only had three thin strings and a small piece of fabric, and the transparent bra that only had half a cup. I thought for a moment and chose this set. "Mom, put these on!" I handed the underwear to Mom. "Ah... this... why did you take this... I..." Mom took it and realized... "Mom, isn't it nice? I think it looks great! Otherwise, I'll go change it." "No...no need, Mom will change it herself!" Mom said, going into her room. It was almost midnight. I saw that Mom hadn't come out for a long time, so I went into the room to check on her. "Mom..." Mom had already put on her underwear. She hadn't changed; she was still wearing the one I had chosen, and she sat on the edge of the bed. "Child...come here..." "Mom..." I was still naked, my penis still hard. "Mom's telling you, Mom's thought it over, and you're right. This can't go on like this; it has to end... But, we're still mother and son. You're the one I carried for ten months and gave birth to. We can't commit incest." "Then... Mom..." "Listen to Mom, Mom really loves you. I've said it before, sometimes I really wish you weren't my son, then Mom wouldn't have any reservations. Do you understand? It's not that Mom doesn't want to be with you... it's just... Mom really can't do it. You have to understand Mom's predicament..." "Mom... don't think so much! Okay? I love you, I really love you, I want it so badly..." I said hastily. "Child... don't rush, Mom hasn't finished yet. To tell you the truth, Mom really wants to be with you... and be... that intimate, so... Mom can only do this..." Mom said, reaching out to grasp my penis. Mom looked at me, her hand gently stroking my penis. Seeing Mom's initiative, I felt incredibly excited, and my penis swelled even more. "Child, you're only fifteen, how come you're so...thick...my hands can barely hold you...in the future...I wonder which girl...which girl can handle you..." "Mom...can you handle it?" "You...you're being cheeky, bullying your mother again..." Mom's face turned red again. "Mom...really...if we weren't mother and son...you really would...would you be willing to be with me..." "You little devil...Mom doesn't have that kind of luck...besides...Mom hasn't been with me for fifteen years...Mom doesn't know..." "Mom...let's try...okay?" I leaned against Mom, one arm around her shoulder, and we sat side by side on the edge of the bed. "No...Mom said no...it really won't work..." Mom buried her face in my chest. "Mom..." I smelled the fragrance of Mom's hair, and with Mom constantly stroking my penis, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated. Waves of semen shot high, and Mom stroked it even faster. "Hehe...it's coming out..." Mom smiled playfully. "Mom..." I hugged my mother tightly, kissing her cheek. "Hmm...okay...is this okay?" "But...Mom, what about you..." "How about me?" "I feel so good, but Mom can't feel it." "It's okay! You...ah..." I pushed my mother down on the bed, rolled over and pressed myself against her, reaching out to grasp her breasts and starting to rub them. "Mom...let me make you feel good..." "Hmm...no...no need...ah...okay...gently..." My mother resisted for a moment and then gave up. "Sizzle...sizzle...sizzle...sizzle...sizzle..." I rubbed one of my mother's breasts with one hand through her bra, while sucking on the other breast with my mouth. "Ah...ah...hmm...ah...child...good...hmm..." My mother was intoxicated, letting out happy sounds of pleasure. I secretly unhooked my mother's bra, letting her breasts pop out, and my mother didn't object. Then my hand slid down, reaching inside my mother's panties, touching her pubic hair, slowly stroking it. My mother no longer struggled at all, letting me be unrestrained on her. I simply unbuttoned my mother's panties, letting her and me be naked, caressing each other. We embraced and caressed each other in the room, the room filled with my mother's comfortable moans. "Ah...child...no...it's dirty there...um...ah..." I kissed down my mother's pubic hair, ignoring her words. I spread my mother's thighs, and she didn't resist, opening her legs wider. I finally saw my mother's entire vulva, and excitedly immediately used my tongue to explore her clitoris. "Ah...sizzle...sizzle...um...sizzle..." I used my tongue to part my mother's labia and began to suck haphazardly. Since my penis hadn't gone soft, I simply imitated the caressing positions from the videotape, turning my body 180 degrees, straddling my mother, placing my penis next to her face, and continuing to lick her clitoris. "Um...child...my child...ah...you...ah...I don't care anymore...um...sizzle..." My mother looked at my penis and finally couldn't resist taking it into her mouth.My mother and I were licking each other's genitals in a 69 position, it was so beautiful. "Mmm...mmm...uh...sizzle...mmm..." The feeling of my penis being surrounded by my mother's mouth made me feel like I was floating on air, and hearing the moans coming from my mother's mouth was like heavenly music. My mother would lick my glans with her tongue from time to time, the sour and numb feeling almost made me ejaculate again. And I wasn't idle either, constantly turning my mother's labia in and out with my tongue, making my mother keep moaning "mmm...mmm..." "Ah...faster...faster...Mom can't take it anymore...ah...ah...ah..." My mother finally ejaculated before me, a thick white fluid gushing from my mother's vagina, covering my mouth. "Huff...huff...huff..." My mother had released my penis and was panting heavily. "Hehe...hehe...Mom, was it good?" "Huff...you little devil, you're so naughty, you've really messed with Mom!" My mother had a satisfied smile on her face. I wiped the saliva from my mouth and pounced on my mother, showering her with kisses. My mother held me tightly, and we rolled around on the bed like a long-lost couple. I don't know how much time passed before we finally rested, mother and son embracing each other. "Mom...I love you." "Child...Mom loves you too." "It's that kind of love." "Yes...I...I don't see you as Mom's son anymore..." "Then what am I?" "As...Oh! You're teasing me again, you're so mean." My mother truly considered me her lover at this moment, her words filled with affection and shyness. "I want you to tell me! What am I?" "We're like this now, of course I'm as...as your...husband!" "Really...Mom..." "Still calling me Mom?" "Then...what should I call you?" "Call me...call me Xiao Jie." "Xiao...Xiao Jie...I'm more used to calling you Mom." "Whatever you want! Anyway...I can't act like I'm Mom right now, it won't feel so strange." "Mom...it's already two in the morning, it's my birthday." "Yes! Happy birthday...husband." My mother kissed my lips. "Wow! I'm so happy, Mom, thank you, you're so good, I love you to death." "Is that all?" Mom rested her face against my chest and said gently. "Well..." "Today is your birthday, and Mom has just figured it out. Whatever you want, Mom will give you..." I looked down at Mom, my ears turning red. "Really... Mom... I want... I want you..." I was too excited to speak. "What do you want from me?" "I want Mom... with me... with me..." I still couldn't say it. "To make love with you... right... you little lecher... no way..." Mom pouted, pretending to be a brat. "No way... Mom can't back out." "Hehe... what's the rush... you little lecher..." Mom said as she got out of bed. "Honey... come here for a second..." Mom called me from the kitchen. A moment later, Mom, still naked, took a ten-inch cake from the kitchen, placed it on the living room table, checked the living room curtains, and then locked the front door again. "Turn off the lights." Mom lit the candles on the cake. I quickly turned off the main light. "Come on... happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you..." Mom started singing the birthday song. "Tsk... happy birthday to my husband... make a wish!" Mom kissed me after she finished singing. "Hmm... I wish..." I closed my eyes and made a wish in my heart. "What did you wish for?" Mom asked. "I can't say, it won't come true if I say it, I'll tell you later. Then... Mom, let's do it again." "If we do it again... I'll give you... a present!" Mom's shy appearance aroused my desire again. I didn't say anything, but hugged Mom and kissed her passionately. "Hmm... hmm... tsk..." Mom obediently hugged me tightly and responded with her tongue. After a while, we rolled from the sofa to the floor, still kissing passionately. Mom touched my genitals with one hand, stroked my pubic hair back and forth, and then grasped my penis and began to stroke it. My hand also explored Mom's private parts, inserting my fingers into Mom's vagina and thrusting them in and out. "Oh... um... good... um... good husband... Xiao Jie... tonight is yours..." "Um... dear mother... dear wife... Xiao Jie... I want you..." "Um... good... Xiao Jie will give it to you... but... your penis is so thick... Xiao Jie hasn't... been penetrated in fifteen years... I'm scared..." "Mom... I don't know either... you have to teach me..." My mother's vaginal fluid had already flowed all over my hand, making it sticky. "Okay... Mom will teach you... come..." Mom said, then lay down on her back, gesturing for me to press down on her.
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. "Mom..." I immediately pressed down on my mother. "Hmm..." My mother immediately opened her legs, clamped my waist, and raised her buttocks. I didn't know how to insert it, so I just randomly pressed against my mother's lower body. "Don't rush, come on... Mom will guide you... ah..." My mother said, reaching down to grasp my penis from below and pressing it against her vulva. I could feel my penis being gradually clamped by a layer of warm flesh. "Ah... Mom is so scared... Yours is too thick... ah... It's okay... child... you slowly insert it..." My mother had already guided my penis to the entrance of her vagina. "Mom... I'm going in..." I thrust in forcefully. "Ah... it hurts... slow... take it slow..." Mom winced in pain. "Mom... I'm sorry, I hurt you." I quickly stopped. "Son... Mom's vagina is too narrow to fit your thick penis, you have to push it in slowly. Come on... again..." I slowly inserted it inch by inch into Mom's vagina again. "Ah... ah... um... so thick... so full... ah... Mom's vagina... is completely full... ah... good..." I had only inserted halfway, and seeing Mom's comfortable expression, I decided to go all in and forcefully pushed the remaining half in. "Ah... good... such a cruel son... bullying Mom... you're so bad..." I finally fully united with Mom, my dream of many years had come true, I had finally officially had sex with Mom, and at that moment I felt like the happiest person in the world. "Quick...good husband...dear son...quick...thrust...this is...this feels better..." "Mom, didn't you stop treating me like your son? You still call me your dear son." I didn't forget to tease my mother. "I don't care...you are my good son and my good husband. Incest is incest, I like it...Xiao Jie likes it...quick...fuck me...fuck your dear mother..." Hearing my mother's lewd confession, I couldn't hold back any longer and started thrusting wildly. "Ah...ah...son...the way you're doing it...ah...I'm going to die from your fucking...ah...it's so beautiful...fuck me...fuck me hard...I feel so good...ah...I'm about to ascend to heaven...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah..." My mother, who hadn't had sex for many years, came in no time. "Mom...why so fast?" "Hmm...who told you to be so bad...who does it like this...who can stand it..." "Mom...is it good?" "You're so bad...but...I feel so good...good son is so good..." My mother hugged me and kissed me again. My penis was still fully inserted into my mother's vagina. I looked down at the scene, it was incredibly stimulating. "Mom, look..." I wanted my mother to look down at her vagina too. "Hmm...my son's penis...so thick...it fills my vagina completely..." The visual stimulation seemed to be a kind of pleasure. My mother reached out to stroke our intertwined pubic hair, which had now merged into one. "Ah...don't move...your penis is so long...it's already inside me, it's very sensitive there, hee...by the way...son...you came out from inside!" "Mom, of course I know, I'm so happy, Mom...you really don't regret it." "Sigh! I struggled for so long, it's all your fault! You're the one teasing me, you don't know how hard I've been these past few months. Oh well, incest is incest, as long as we don't talk about it, right? And...I feel so strange, when I was with your father...I wasn't this happy, his thing was only half the size of yours now." "When I saw you that day...it really scared me..." "Mom, please don't mention Dad, okay? I'm your husband now!" "Don't be jealous. I was only sixteen when I married your father. I didn't know anything. I got pregnant with you without thinking. He went to jail a few days later. To be honest, after all this time, I have no feelings for him anymore. Okay! Don't mention it. Child...Mom still wants..." "Want what?" "Oh! I'm not coming! Pretend to be stupid." "Mom, I want to hear it, tell me!" "You're so naughty, Mom wants...I want my son's big cock, to fuck me..." I was already about to burst, and I immediately started thrusting again. "Ah...yes...that's it...good son...you learn so fast...ah...fuck me to death...mmm...so good..." "Mom...I feel so good, Mom's pussy is so tight..." "Good...Mom feels good too...mmm...it's so exciting...Mom loves you...Mom likes you fucking me...Mom likes your son's cock...likes you fucking Mom...Mom's pussy...is all yours from now on...ah...oh my god...it's so beautiful...ah...you're hitting my pussy again..." Mom screamed wildly. A puddle of Mom's juices had already formed on the floor. We rolled around on the floor, our bodies soaked, indistinguishable between sweat and juices. "Mom...I want...I'm going to come..." Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to ejaculate. "Okay...shoot inside, shoot into Mom's pussy..." "But...what if Mom gets pregnant?" I held back. "It's okay...it's okay...Mom's safe period today...ah...it's so hot..." I ejaculated before Mom could finish speaking. That night, my son and I had sex passionately in the living room. Before we knew it, the morning sunlight was shining through the gap in the curtains, and it was dawn. "Mom...it's dawn..." My penis was still inside Mom. "Hmm...it's a holiday today...ah...Mom doesn't care...Mom wants you..." Mom greedily twisted her hips. And so, we moved from the living room to the bedroom. My penis had been soaking inside Mom's vagina all night. Before we knew it, we were both exhausted and fell asleep. When I woke up, I looked at my watch; it was already 2 PM. Mom was sleeping soundly beside me, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Mom, it's getting late." I woke Mom. "Hmm..." Mom opened her sleepy eyes. "Tsk...Good afternoon...my dear wife." I kissed Mom. "Hehe...son, husband, good afternoon!" I was initially a little worried that Mom might regret it after waking up, but seeing her innocent and affectionate expression, I was completely relieved. "Mom...I'll go get something to eat, you rest a little longer." "Mom's done, ah..." Mom said, sitting up. "Mom, what's wrong?" "Ah...it's all your fault, being so crazy. I feel like my skin is torn inside, it hurts so much..." "How could this happen?" "I haven't had sex in so long, and yours is just too thick. It's been rubbing inside for too long, I can't take it..." "Well...Mom, you should rest! I'll go get you something to eat."
My mother was really hurt by my penetration; she walked with a limp all day and didn't dare leave the house. That night, I went to the pharmacy and bought some ointment for her. "Oh no! I can't reach it!" My mother spread her legs and tried to apply the ointment to her vulva with her fingers. "Then... what should I do?" "This... I don't know..." My mother frowned in pain again. "Mom... I'm sorry, it's all my fault." "Silly boy, Mom doesn't blame you. Mom likes it. After Mom... gets used to your... things inside, it won't break anymore. Here's what we'll do! The one who tied the knot must untie it; you help Mom apply the ointment." "But... my fingers probably can't reach inside." "Duh! You didn't understand what Mom said. Use whatever you used to hurt Mom to help Mom apply the ointment." It's amazing that Mom thought of that. As soon as I heard Mom say that, I understood, so I took off my pants and smeared the ointment all over my penis. "Mom... it's coming, just bear with it!" My mother lay on the bed, spreading her legs wide open, revealing her bright red vulva. Using the ointment as lubrication, I inserted it into my mother's vagina with a "whoosh." "Mmm...ah...I've got it...it hurts...right there...yes..." "Mom...I'll pull it out." "Wait...wait a minute...move a little, spread it more evenly...mmm..." I saw my mother's expression, a mixture of pleasure and pain. So I gently thrust in and out, and suddenly, the ointment mixed with my mother's vaginal fluid flowed out from the side of her vagina. "Mom...you're so wet...the medicine is flowing out..." "You little devil...still teasing Mom...ah...mmm...mmm...you...you're so bad...you've made Mom...feel so good again..." "Mom, is it painful or pleasurable?" I continued to gently thrust in and out. "Mmm...it hurts...it feels good...ah...I don't care...keep going...ah...I'll let you fuck me to death...ah...good...child...faster...Mom's vagina is so itchy...ah...I...good son...good husband...my big-cocked son..." "Mom...good wife...my little Jie...son loves you..." My mother had forgotten the pain, only enjoying the pleasure of incest.
From that day on, my son and I almost constantly indulged in the pleasure of sex, forgetting about my father whom I had never met. Two months later, we received a notice from the prison that my father was about to be released after serving his sentence. After learning this, I spent my days almost without eating or sleeping. "Mom, let's move, okay?" "This...child, I've thought about it, but...running away isn't the solution. Where can we move to? What if they find us? Your father used to be involved in organized crime. If we move, the consequences will be severe." "But...Mom..." "Child, I know how you feel. Although he is your father, he is like a stranger to you. I know you'll be jealous. But...we have the peaceful life we have today thanks to your father's sacrifice. I have the means to raise you and the capital to start a business. We...can't go too far." "Mom..." I had no more reasons to say. Finally, the day of my father's release arrived. The night before, after dinner... "Child, Mom wants to spend quality time with you today, to make love to you properly. From tomorrow onwards... from tomorrow onwards you have to treat me like any other mother." Mom hugged me tightly and said. "Mom... I..." I really didn't want to accept it, but the situation was like this, I had no choice but to accept it. "Come on! Don't think about anything else, we're mother and son, let's make love properly tonight, do it to Mom properly, no matter what, Mom only has you as her husband in her heart." Mom took off her clothes at the dining table, leaving only her bra and panties. "Mom... I really love you so much... my lover... my good wife... Xiao Jie..." I also took off my clothes and kissed Mom against the dining table. After a while, I picked Mom up and let her sit on the dining table, spread her legs, and kissed Mom's vulva through her sexy lace panties. "Mmm... good... ah..." Mom tilted her head back in pleasure. Slowly, I put Mom's legs on my shoulders, pulled down her panties, and pressed my penis against Mom's vagina. With a "whoosh," my penis easily slid into my mother's already wet vagina. "Ah...good...fuck me...fuck Mom...so good...so amazing..." In no time, my mother's juices had soaked the dining table, causing me to slip and slide around as I thrust. I simply lifted my mother up into the air, her legs clamping around my buttocks, clinging to me like a monkey. I carried my mother like this, walking around the living room while thrusting into her vagina. "Ah...so beautiful...good son...you're so good at it...doing it like this feels so good...ah...it's hitting the spot...um...my dear son...Xiao Jie...I've given you my heart...ah...do it...my big-cocked son...fuck me to death...I can't bear to part with you...I love you so much...ah...fuck me...fuck me...um...oh...oh...oh...oh...God...good son...I'll marry you...I promise to marry you...I want to have your baby...shoot...shoot into my pussy...make me pregnant...ah...my pussy is so beautiful..." That night, my son and I kept changing positions and having sex until dawn before reluctantly going to rest. Neither of us slept because we had to pick up my father at eight in the morning.
I was in a terrible mood, and I even started to hate my father because he was about to take away my beloved mother. The thought of them sleeping in the same bed and making love to each other felt like a knife was cutting into my heart. My mother understood how I felt and kept comforting me, repeatedly telling me that I was her only husband. Although this didn't calm me down, I didn't want to put my mother in a difficult position, so I reluctantly went with her to pick up my father. I finally saw him. My father wasn't as fierce as I had imagined; perhaps it was just a preconceived notion! He actually looked a bit angry. My mother drove us home, and my father didn't seem to talk much. He just asked me what school I went to and how my studies were going, like any ordinary person. The long separation seemed to have made him and my mother strangers, and they didn't talk much. Even so, I was still extremely unbalanced because I believed that the first thing a man who hadn't been with a woman for fifteen years would want to do upon returning home was… I didn't want to think about it anymore; the more I thought about it, the more painful it became. I had a feeling that I was about to be cuckolded. In my mind, my father had become the biggest obstacle to the love between my mother and me. To welcome my father home, dinner was quite lavish, but I had no appetite. At the table, my mother kept gesturing with her feet to signal me, and I barely managed to suppress my unpleasant expression. The long dinner finally ended, and my mother prepared my father's newly bought clothes and asked him to wash up. As soon as I saw my father go into the bathroom, I hugged my mother at the table, expressing my long-suppressed feelings. "Child... don't do this... let go of me, be good... listen to me, not here..." My mother pulled my hand and led me into the kitchen. "Mom..." As soon as we entered the kitchen, I couldn't help but hug my mother tightly from behind. "Sigh... child... Mom is also in pain. Don't be sad, I understand your pain, be good... don't make Mom feel even worse, okay?" My mother held my hand helplessly. "Mom... then promise me you won't be with him..." "This... child, what can I say? We're husband and wife after all, I can't refuse. I just hope you understand that no matter what, you're the only one in my heart. No matter what, I'll only ever see him as you. Please forgive my predicament, okay? Don't make things difficult for me anymore." Mom's eyes welled up with tears as she spoke. "Mom... don't be sad, I won't make things difficult for you." I couldn't bear to see Mom like this. We kissed passionately in the kitchen for a long time before reluctantly parting. That evening, Mom and Father talked for a long time in the living room. Mom gave Father double the living expenses he received when he took the place of a gang leader in prison, letting him use them as he pleased. But for some reason, I always felt that this Father didn't seem like someone who had ever been involved in a gang at all. He didn't show any fierceness, and he spoke timidly and softly. No matter what Mom said, he agreed. He didn't seem like a husband, but more like Mom's younger brother. I thought to myself, maybe that's why they chose him as a scapegoat! Finally, it was late at night, and I reluctantly moved to the next room. Although I told my mother I wouldn't make things difficult for her, I couldn't help but glance at her uncomfortably before entering the room. My mother gave me a knowing, helpless look. Soon after, they also entered the room. I pretended to get water from time to time, walking around to check on them. I noticed my mother hadn't closed her door. I knew she was doing it on purpose to reassure me. But I still kept getting up to check every now and then. Around two o'clock, my mother's door was still open, so I peeked in. I saw they were both asleep. Only then did I feel relieved. I thought, my mother hadn't slept for a day and a night, she was probably tired, so she refused my father, because I didn't believe someone who hadn't been with a woman for fifteen years would be so honest. I was also tired, and waited until almost four o'clock to make sure they were really asleep before going back to my room. I slept for three hours before getting up. My mother was up too, but my father was still asleep. "Mom... good morning!" I hugged my mother warmly again from the kitchen. "You little rascal, you've been watching me all night, did you find anything?" Mom flicked my nose. "Mom... he... didn't contact you..." "Didn't you see it? Why are you asking!" "Why... why?" "How was I supposed to know he was acting strange before? To be honest, I didn't really know him before, and now he's like a stranger to me, I know even less." "Mom... then... why don't you find a chance to talk to him, see... if you can... divorce him..." "This... I've thought about it, but it's too early to say now. I'll observe for a while first!"
And so, a month passed. Every morning, the first thing my mother did was come to me to report that she had gotten through the previous day safely. This was truly unbelievable, and my mother couldn't understand it either. His daily life was very monotonous; he would occasionally go out shopping, or stay at home all day watching TV, and I never heard him talk about his plans. Until one day, he said that a friend of his was getting out of prison, and he was going to pick him up, and then he wouldn't come back until the middle of the night. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem; it's normal for inmates to meet up with friends after being released. But from that day on, he was rarely home, always saying he was going to talk to that friend about a business partnership. He was almost always out early and back late, and would often call home saying he was going to the south for a few days and wouldn't be back for several days. My mother and I were overjoyed by this change. On the day he first said he wouldn't be coming home that night, my mother and I were both incredibly excited and nervous. After midnight, when we were sure that my father really wasn't coming home, my mother and I couldn't wait to lock the door twice and begin our sexual intercourse, which we hadn't had for a month. My mother and I were like a couple long deprived of each other, like two wild beasts in heat. We quickly stripped off our clothes in the bathroom. My mother greedily sucked on my penis and kissed my entire body. "Good son, hurry! Hurry up and fuck Mom, Mom's about to burst." My mother held onto the bathtub with both hands, sticking her buttocks up, demanding that I quickly penetrate her vagina. "Mom... me too... tonight, I want to make love to you properly, fuck you properly..." I guided my penis to my mother's labia. "Mmm... good... put it in... ah... in... mmm... good... it's been so long... big cock..." I grabbed my mother's breasts with both hands and rubbed them hard, while my penis thrust wildly. "Oh...oh...it's so good...good husband...fuck Xiaojie to death...ah...wow...ah...it's so good...fuck me...fuck your little slut...fuck your mother...Mom's being fucked to death...ah, so good...my pussy is so beautiful...so beautiful...big cock son...you're so good at fucking...Mom..." "Mom...I'm about to come...quick..." After a storm of passion, I was about to cum too. "Ah...wait...no...can't shoot inside..." I suddenly remembered that my father hadn't had sex with my mother for a month since he came back. If I got my mother pregnant, it would be difficult to handle. So I quickly pulled my penis out. "Mom...quick..." My mother immediately turned around and took my penis in her mouth. I released my semen and shot it all into my mother's mouth. "Mmm...darling...you're so good...Mom's being fucked to death by you." My mother said, licking the semen from the corner of her mouth. At this time, my mother and I had entered my room and were embracing each other naked. "Xiao Jie, my dear mom, your pussy is so beautiful." "Hehe...it's quite fun. Sometimes I think, I gave birth to you here, and raised you to this age, it seems like I was destined to...let you put it back in." "Mom, you're so slutty!" "Child, don't you like it when Mom is a little slutty? I can only be this way in front of you." "Mom, I like it. Then...will my pussy still hurt?" "No, I guess I've gotten used to your...cock...to be honest...son...you're so amazing. Every time you fuck me, I feel like I'm dying of pleasure. I only tasted the joy of being a woman after having sex with you." "It's so beautiful, so joyful. I wish I had given it to you the day you played with my pussy." "Mom, it's not too late now! I only realized how joyful sex is after having sex with you, especially penetrating my own mother's pussy. It's so exciting and thrilling." "Yes! I feel the same way. I was just thinking too much before. I never imagined that having sex with my own son would be so exciting and joyful, like being in heaven. Anyway, my dear husband, my pussy will always belong to you. I can give it to you anytime. You have to cherish me!" "Mom, I'm going to have you for life!" I kissed my mother. "By the way, what did you wish for on your birthday last time? You can tell Mom now!" "Mom, you know, guess... guess three times." "Hmm... do you even need to guess? You must have wished that Mom would... give you... right, you little rascal?" "Half right, not enough." "Then... you... oh dear! I can't guess anymore, tell me!" "I wish to marry Mom and have a bunch of kids with Mom." "Hehe... you little devil, you're so greedy. But... sigh! That won't do. Our relationship can't be public, and even if it could, the law wouldn't allow it." "Mom, I believe that one day this wish can come true. At least... in our hearts, we're already married. We don't have to make it public." "Hmm... you're right, but Mom really wants one day for you to really become my husband, for Mom to walk down the aisle with you, wearing a white wedding dress... sigh! When Mom got married, let alone a dress, it was all done secretly. We didn't even invite any guests." "Mom, I believe that one day we can." I kissed my mother and said. "Sigh! Is that possible... Ah... Unless..." Mom seemed to have thought of a solution. "Unless what?" "Hmm... Let's talk about it later! Besides... Mom is afraid that one day you'll get tired of Mom's body, think Mom is too old, and want to find a young girl, then you won't want Mom anymore, so it's too early to say these things now." "Mom, I love you, I swear, I will only love Mom for the rest of my life, and I will definitely stay with Mom forever." I hurriedly swore. "Silly child, what are you swearing for? It's not that Mom doesn't believe you, Mom just doesn't want to hold you back." "Mom! I only want you, I only want to be with Mom, there's no such thing as holding me back." "Sigh! Silly child... Smack..." Mom said, kissing me.
After that, whenever my father was away, my mother and I would seize any opportunity to have sex. We were completely addicted to the pleasures of incest. Strangely enough, my mother and I were like two wild beasts; sometimes, a mere glance was enough to ignite a raging fire of desire. Several times, when my mother couldn't resist, she would put two eye drops in my father's tea to put him to sleep, then come over and sleep with me under the covers, making love. On other occasions, while my father was engrossed in watching TV in the living room, my mother would excuse herself to take a shower, and I would climb into the bathroom through the back balcony window, where we would enjoy our lovemaking before sneaking out the window. We discovered that the more difficult the circumstances, the more intense the pleasure. In the process of our incestuous relationship, we discovered the joy of adultery and breaking taboos. Sometimes, we would even flirt with each other when my father turned his back. Several times during meals, I would slip my hand under my mother's skirt in front of my father and stroke her vulva through her panties. My mother seemed to enjoy it. One evening at dinner, I teased my mother as usual, almost making her cry out. I even deliberately dropped my chopsticks on the floor, then crawled under the table pretending to pick them up, using that brief moment to kiss her vulva. After dinner, my father watched TV in the living room while my mother and I cleaned up in the kitchen. My mother was already aroused by my teasing. "You little devil, you've really messed with me. Look, it's all wet." My mother lifted her skirt at the counter. Her white lace panties were soaked. "Hehe... Mom, what should we do?" "I don't care, you have to take responsibility." "Well... we can't just do it here..." "Hehe... son, do you dare?" My mother challenged. "What's there to be afraid of? I'm not afraid of anything!" "Then... what are we waiting for?" My mother turned around. Seeing my mother like this, I decided to go all out. I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. My mother immediately bent over, sticking her buttocks out, revealing her wet vulva. I immediately pulled down the zipper, grabbed my penis, and with a "whoosh," thrust it into my mother's vagina. "Oh... um... um..." My mother didn't dare to make a loud sound, only moaning softly. My father was watching TV in the living room, which was only a few steps away, while my mother and I were having sex in the kitchen. This bold act further aroused our lust. After we had been doing this for almost ten minutes, my father suddenly walked in. "Do you have any beer?" my father asked, peeking in. At this moment, my penis was still inserted into my mother's vagina from behind. My father's sudden entrance startled us both, but my mother reacted quickly. She stood up slightly and bent down, pretending to wash the dishes. My lower body was pressed tightly against my mother's buttocks, and my mother's skirt just covered the area where my mother and I were touching. I pretended to stand on tiptoe and reach into the cabinet above the sink, pretending to get something. "It's in the fridge, get it yourself!" Mom replied to Father. "Oh!" Father didn't seem to notice anything amiss and opened the fridge himself. I pretended to rummage through the cupboards, saying, "Mom, don't put the salad bar so high next time, I can barely reach it, how can you?" "Oh, it's okay, did you find it? A little further in!" By this time, Father had already found the beer and left the kitchen while we were chatting. "Hehe... Mom, you mean you want me to put it in a little further, right?" "Hehe... You're such a good son, you understand what Mom means, hurry up, your dick is about to slip out." "That was close! Ah... Mom, your panties!" I noticed that Mom's panties were still hanging on her calves. Mom looked down, and we laughed at each other. I thrust wildly into Mom's vagina again, and finally, in this daring affair, we both reached a pleasant climax.
We still didn't know what business Father and his cellmate had been doing together since Father's release; many mysteries about him remained unsolved. What I found most strange was that my father had been back for a year, yet he hadn't slept with my mother. While I was happy about this, it still seemed illogical. My mother was just as puzzled, but she didn't dare ask, fearing he would start making demands. The mystery was finally solved one day. That day, my father called as usual, saying he was going south for a few days. My mother and I were naturally happy; we could finally enjoy our time together again. The very next evening, my mother and I went shopping downtown. In the bustling crowd, we spotted my father near the building in front of the station, seemingly waiting for someone. We wondered why he had returned a little early. A burly man approached my father, and from a distance, we saw my father give an unusual, eerie smile. Then, without saying a word, the two walked one after the other towards the park near the station. Unable to contain our curiosity, my mother and I secretly followed them. After entering the park, they headed towards a dimly lit area. My mother and I followed them in, and then we witnessed a shocking sight. After my father and the man went into the shadows, they sat down hand in hand under a tree. My mother and I were startled by their actions, but we pretended to be lovers, embracing and leaning closer. Then we saw something even more shocking, and the truth came out. We saw my father and the man kissing under the shady tree. It turned out... my father had become gay. My mother and I were really frightened and quickly hid and left the scene. After leaving the park, my mother and I laughed at each other. "Ha...ha...ha..." "So...ha...Mom, it seems your charm is no match for that man, ha..." "Oh my god! This is disgusting, how did your father become...Oh my god! No wonder..." My mother and I finally knew the truth, and later we learned the actual situation. It turned out that a few days after my father went to prison, because he was young and thin, he was quickly sodomized, and from then on he became the plaything of many powerful figures in the prison. Over the course of fifteen years, he became a true homosexual and also had a steady lover in prison. The "business partner" who was released from prison a month later than him was his lover.
After learning the truth, neither my mother nor I revealed it. Our sexual relationship, however, became increasingly bold and unrestrained. Nourished by love, my mother became more lively and mischievous, and her clothing at home became increasingly sexy and revealing. One day, after school, I saw my mother busy in the living room wearing a thin t-shirt that only reached her upper thighs. With each movement, her panties were faintly visible. "You're back! Wash your face and eat," my mother said, bending over and lifting her hips to tidy the books and newspapers on the table. Her panties were completely exposed, and I was immediately aroused by the sight. I boldly pulled out my penis and quickly pulled down her panties from behind, then pressed my penis against her. "Ah… what… what are you doing?" "Doing Mom." "No… don't… sneaking up on me… ah…" My mother whined, placing her hands on the table and turning her head. I forcefully thrust my penis into my mother's vagina. "Ah...no...who does this...using a sneaky way...ah...um..." My mother and I started having sex in the living room. Not long after I penetrated her, the front door opened. I quickly picked my mother up and rushed to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. It was my father returning. My mother and I ignored him and continued our ecstasy in the bathroom. "Hehe...good son...so exciting...um...good..." "Yes...good mother...little slut..." "Oh...oh...good...um...fuck me..." My mother's moans echoed in the bathroom. After a while, when we were both satisfied, I climbed out of the bathroom window onto the back balcony. "What's wrong? I think I heard you talking just now," my father asked after my mother came out of the bathroom. "No, I was singing," my mother replied casually. I slipped back to the bedroom from the back balcony, got dressed, and then naturally came out to eat. My mother was becoming increasingly enthusiastic about playing this game that teetered on the edge of our secret affair. Under the table, Mom kept teasing my genitals with her foot, making me barely eat a bite of food. "Xiaoming, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Mom asked, pretending to be serious. "Oh...no...a female mosquito keeps biting me," I said irritably. "How do you know it's a female mosquito?" "Because it feels so good when it bites me, it must be a female." I openly flirted with Mom at the table. Father had no idea what I was talking about. Taking advantage of the moment when Father looked down to eat, Mom made a funny face at me. After dinner, Father went back to watching TV. "Xiaoming, come here, wipe your mouth." As soon as Father turned around, Mom handed me a cloth. I took it and was about to wipe my mouth, but when I got to my lips, I realized it was Mom's panties. "This..." I saw Mom stick out her tongue, make another face, and then turn around and head to the kitchen like a butterfly. I took the opportunity and slapped Mom's bottom. "Ouch!" Mom exclaimed dramatically. "What's wrong?" This time, even Dad turned around to ask. "Oh! Nothing, just got bitten by a male mosquito." Mom rolled her eyes at me. I turned my back to Dad and made a face at Mom.
My intimate life with Mom continued to evolve in this way. There were even times when Mom didn't need to give Dad sleeping pills; after he fell asleep, she would openly profess her love to me in the living room. Dad could wake up at any moment in the bedroom, and we, mother and son, would take off our clothes and have sex boldly on the living room sofa. It wasn't that we weren't afraid of being discovered, but since knowing Dad's secret, Mom had even fewer scruples. Even if she was discovered, she could just divorce Dad. The reason she hadn't asked Dad for a divorce yet was also because Mom discovered that the privacy of incest between mother and son, combined with the thrill of the affair, was surprisingly pleasurable. My feelings for Mom became increasingly inseparable. My sexual life with Mom continued like this for five years. I was twenty years old and graduated from university. Nourished by love, Mom seemed to grow younger and younger. When we went out, we always held hands affectionately, like a couple, and no one would tell unless someone told us. Plus, I look a lot like Mom, so people always said we looked like a married couple. Mom was always overjoyed when people said that. Once, we were shopping and passed a bridal shop, and Mom's "marriage" idea rekindled. She said, "Even though we can't be legally married, taking a few wedding photos shouldn't be a problem! As long as you spend some money, who's going to investigate your family background?" So we happily chose a good photography and dress company to take the photos. When Mom put on makeup and wore her white bridal gown, she was even more beautiful and radiant. "Mom, you're so beautiful," I whispered behind her. "Sigh! Wearing this, I really felt like your wife, it's a pity... we can't publicly wear it and have a wedding with you." "Mom, we don't need these mundane formalities, do we?" "That's true, but every woman dreams of this day her whole life. You wouldn't understand a woman's feelings." "Mom..." I kissed my mother to comfort her. The first step of our mother-son marriage was thus completed. I also openly hung a huge wedding photo of us on my bedroom wall, only covering it with a moderately sized celebrity poster. Ever since taking the wedding photos, my mother had been preoccupied with the wedding. Later, she came up with a rather complicated plan. Through introductions, after filtering and screening, she found a Vietnamese woman whose birth date on her passport was the same as hers, and gave her a Chinese name, exactly the same as my mother's: "Lin Jieyu."
And that's how my wedding began. After completing all the legal procedures, my mother was overjoyed when she saw our names on the marriage certificate. And my spouse's name was also filled in on my ID card. At the wedding banquet, when the officiant asked, "Ms. Lin Jieyu, are you willing to become Mr. Chen Wenming's wife and spend your life with him?" I was the only one who heard my mother whisper beside me, "I do!" I turned to look at my mother, and our eyes met. Her eyes shone with boundless love. I openly lowered my head and whispered in her ear, "I do too, my dear wife. From today onwards, you are my wife." I saw tears welling up in my mother's eyes, and she whispered back in my ear, "I love you, my good son, my good husband. I've always been yours."
And so I married my mother. In our new house, she wore her wedding dress, and we, mother and son, completed our wedding night ritual. The next day, my mother gave the Vietnamese bride a considerable sum of money and bought her a plane ticket home, sending her back to Vietnam. Another step was for my mother to go home and confront my father, explaining that she had known about his homosexuality all along. My father, ashamed of his secret being exposed, agreed to divorce my mother, and that afternoon the divorce was finalized. He took the money and fled with his lover. After everything was completed, I hung my mother and my wedding photo on the wall of our new house. Although some of my mother's arrangements might have been legally questionable, things went surprisingly smoothly. My mother officially moved in with me, and she deliberately introduced me to the neighbors. A few days later, everyone knew we were husband and wife, and my mother and I openly displayed our affection in public. That night, Mom put on her wedding dress again. After we kissed in the living room, I carried her to the new house. "Xiao Jie, tell me, how many children should we have?" "Husband, son, I really want to have a lot of children with you, but I'm afraid that since we're related by blood, the children won't be healthy." "Hmm...that's true. Then let's not have children. Let's just stay together for the rest of our lives. Okay, my dear Mom?" "Okay! Hurry up and carry me inside. Mom wants you." Mom's concerns were valid. I didn't want having children to affect our life as a couple. I carried Mom into the new house, put her on the bed, took off her dress, her sexy bra, and her lace panties. I also stripped naked, raised my penis, parted Mom's labia, and inserted it into her overflowing vagina. "Oh...good husband...good son...your cock is getting thicker and thicker...Mom loves your big cock...Mom loves to be fucked by you the most...fuck Mom to death...my dear son...oh...so good...fuck your little cunt Mom...call me...call me Mom...call me Xiao Jie...big cock brother..." "Mom...Xiao Jie...little cunt Mom...do you like your son fucking you...?" "Yes...Mom likes to be fucked by her own son...so beautiful...so good...Mom's cunt...only for her own son to fuck...oh...fuck me...fuck me...Mom is about to ascend to heaven...ah...long live...so good...oh..." My son and I shouted out our lewd moans and cries without any restraint in the new house, no longer afraid of being heard. "Mom...I'm going to cum..." "Okay...Mom is going to cum too...ah..." My son and I reached orgasm at the same time. Although we said we didn't want her to get pregnant, my mother and I partied day and night and didn't pay much attention to insurance, so my mother still got pregnant. After discussing it, we decided to have an abortion because my mother and I, like each other, didn't want our world to be ruined. Later, we wanted to completely avoid all the relatives and friends we had ever known. So we moved to an even more distant place to continue our loving life as a mother and son.

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