A night with my elementary school teacher mom

My mother was a primary school teacher, and my father was a company employee.
My mother was the kind of woman who was capricious and had an eccentric personality. I thought she was greedy, selfish, and cold, so our relationship wasn't very good when I was in school. She was unbearable when she was in a bad mood, but very charming when she was in a good mood. She was good-looking, with fair skin; judging from her photos when she was young, she was quite attractive back then. After what happened later, I think she was never satisfied with her marriage. Because she was both attractive and naturally flirtatious, I remember from a young age that she would always spend a long time getting ready in front of the mirror, no matter where she went.
Her capricious and neurotic personality directly caused those consequences.
When I was very young, I had some inappropriate contact with my mother. Several things are very memorable. When I was about seven or eight years old, I slept with my mother at night. When I woke up in the morning, I often found her touching my penis. At the time, I thought it was very funny, so I tried to touch her in the same place, but she laughed and stopped me.
When I was older, on hot summer afternoons, she would often lie naked on a straw mat on the floor, completely unconcerned even though I was right next to her. That's just how she was; as long as she was satisfied and comfortable, she would do whatever she wanted, without any scruples. Once, I barged into their bedroom; my mother was probably changing her sanitary pad.
That summer, I graduated from high school and failed my college entrance exam. This summer was destined to be unusual. My father went on a two-month business trip. At that time, I was depressed and bored. I'm an introverted person with few friends, spending all my time at home. The biggest torment of those boring days was the torment of my sexual desire. I was sexually immature and had never had a girlfriend. I didn't know how to masturbate back then, and ironically, I had never even had a nocturnal emission. It was just my mother and me at home.
My mother's personality was too casual; she had few concerns. During those summer days, she would always walk around disheveled. When she changed clothes in her bedroom, she left the door ajar, seemingly unconcerned about my presence. Several times I saw her half-naked, her back to the door. The impact of these situations on me, who was experiencing sexual frustration, was self-evident. It was at this time that a dangerous element began to sprout in my subconscious. At the same time, I always had a sense of temptation, but I couldn't explain why. Later I realized that my mother's "casualness" was actually driven by her subconscious. One afternoon, while I was taking a nap, I had my first nocturnal emission. I ejaculated a lot, soaking my underwear, and then I threw it away. After waking up, I felt inexplicably comfortable, but I immediately remembered the dream. I dreamt that I was lying down, and my mother came over, seemed to say something to me, and then she touched my genitals with her hand, and I had a nocturnal emission. A few days later, I had another nocturnal emission, and this time it was related to my mother again. I started to develop an interest in my mother. That's when my brain went haywire. I remembered things from my childhood.
And that feeling of being tempted by my mother became even stronger. I started to peep at my mother while she was showering.
Our toilet also served as a bathroom. The wooden door was old and dilapidated, with several cracks in it. One day, on a whim, I used a knife to widen one of the cracks, making it possible to peek inside. That evening, when my mother went in to take a bath as usual, I tiptoed closer, my heart pounding. I saw my mother standing facing the door, scooping water from a bucket to wash, but I could only see her upper body, and the steam made it difficult to see clearly. But for the first time in my life, I saw a grown woman's breasts, naked breasts
. I stumbled back to my room, my blood rushing to my head. Later, I peeked a few more times. One day, I was squatting in the toilet when I suddenly noticed that the hole I had dug in the door was very conspicuous, clearly visible, and the deliberate carving was so obvious that its purpose was obvious. My mother must have noticed too.
So, my mother knew I was peeping at her? But why didn't she take any measures? Once again, I was immersed in the allure of temptation. I even imagined what I would do if that temptation became a reality. A normal teenage boy has no reason to doubt that his mother would tempt him.
But that's exactly what happened to me. In fact, this shows that my feverish mind had completely gone mad. That's why I later felt a deep sense of guilt towards myself for a long time.
I remember the day it happened; it had just rained, and it was a bit cool. That evening, around nine o'clock, I was reading in the living room. Because of the heat, a bamboo cooling mat was set up in the living room all summer, and my mother liked to lie on it to read. That day, I was watching TV alone, and I didn't know what my mother was doing.
So I lay down on the cooling mat. I was reading while thinking about some things. I don't know how much time had passed when I felt my mother come in (she seemed to have been busy in the bathroom before that). She sat on the sofa next to me, also watching TV. I ignored her.
After watching for a while, my mother suddenly stood up and said, "Lie a little further in," and then she lay down on the cooling mat, right next to me!
I remember very clearly that my heart suddenly started pounding wildly. The bed was barely a meter wide. My first thought was to get up immediately, but since I was sleeping on it, I'd have to step over my mother to get up. So I had no choice but to stay lying there. Years later, I've always wondered why I was so nervous when my mother lay down next to me. Actually, even in a normal mother-son relationship, this wouldn't have been a problem. It was because I had a guilty conscience, and at the same time, I felt a deep unease, as if my mother was deliberately trying to do something.
So, I was greatly tempted and stimulated at the time. As I mentioned, my mother usually wore those kinds of casual underwear. Her white neck and arms were right next to me; frankly, I'd never lain so close to a woman since I was an adult. My mother had a scent about her, I can't quite describe it, but it was definitely a woman's scent. Lying there, my blood rushed to my head, my head was spinning, and finally, I basically took a desperate gamble, turning over without thinking.
As I said, at that moment, I felt my mother was deliberately trying to do something; subconsciously, I thought she was seducing me. My sudden action was largely due to this. But in my dazed state, I didn't consider what if I had misunderstood? What would the consequences be? Would Mom slap me?
Or give me a good scolding? I had no idea
, but nothing happened. I rolled over and suddenly grabbed Mom tightly, my hands flailing over her body, while my mouth went under her neck, as if seeking affection. It all happened so suddenly. I only remembered later that Mom didn't resist at all; instead, she held my hands tightly.
It was as if time had stopped; I was in a daze, and I can't remember the specifics or the sequence of events—everything was a mess. I only remember that after Mom grabbed me, I immediately hugged her tightly, as if receiving confirmation, and desperately tried to kiss her. Mom actually reciprocated the kiss.
At the same time, my hands involuntarily groped her body; I remember touching her breasts and then impatiently moving downwards… I don't know how much time passed—maybe ten minutes, maybe two or three minutes, I can't remember. I was in a state of extreme excitement, my head completely spinning. Just then, I heard my mother whisper, "Get into bed."
Normally, those words would have startled me. But inexplicably, I sat up, stepped over my mother, and got off the cool bed. In the light, I saw that my mother's shorts had been pulled down to her legs, revealing a dark patch in the middle. Undoubtedly, I had just torn them off. Trembling,
I entered my mother's bedroom and obediently climbed into bed. Lying there, facing the living room, I saw my mother slowly get up, pull up her shorts, and then turn off the light. The room instantly went dark. I heard some more sounds, like my mother closing the doors and windows. Then, she came in.
At this moment, I began to feel extremely tense. It was probably the darkness and what was about to happen that terrified me. I didn't know what to do. For the first time after it happened, I had some awareness. If I had been more clear-headed then, I might have been able to stop it. But the darkness, the fear, the temptation—all of this made me completely lose control.
From that moment on, everything was in my mother's hands.
Mom stood by the bed and began to undress. She was quickly naked. In the darkness, I could only see her pale skin and the darkness of her lower abdomen. She got into bed and pulled the covers over us. We immediately hugged each other tightly.
I was trembling! Really, ever since we got into bed. I hugged Mom and kissed her; it seemed only that could calm me down. At the same time, I started touching her, touching her breasts, and then involuntarily touching that place I cherished most… I felt Mom's wetness; she seemed to enjoy being touched by me. After a while, she started touching me too. She went straight to my genitals, and I was still wearing my pants! Her hand slipped inside my shorts and grabbed my penis.
My penis was limp at that moment! I had felt a strong erection on the cool bed. But later, extreme tension made me weak and powerless. Somehow, I felt Mom smile, as if she was amused.
She said, "Take off your pants."
I sat up, took off my vest first, and then my shorts. Then I lay back down. Mom continued to touch me, and I continued to touch her, and we continued to kiss. Regarding the kissing, I want to elaborate: Mom put her tongue into my mouth. I felt her saliva flowing into my mouth in large amounts, and mine too. I felt a little uneasy because Mom is usually very hygienic. But she seemed to enjoy it. So I imitated her. At that moment, I felt excited, and my penis became erect. Mom gripped my erect penis tightly, rubbing it up and down, as if she really liked it. I felt an indescribable comfort as Mom's calloused hand touched it.
This went on for a while. As I said, I didn't know what to do; I even preferred to stay like this rather than offend Mom. Then, Mom softly said, "Come on up."
At the same time, as if hinting, I rolled onto her, pressing my entire body against hers. Mom adjusted the blanket on my back so it would cover me. At that moment, although I was completely clueless about this, I somehow felt I should take the initiative.
I clumsily tried to do what I thought I should do, though it was all in a daze. But at that time, I didn't even know how to masturbate, so of course I was completely clueless.
I wasted my time, my penis just bumping around on my mother's lower abdomen. I felt a bit stuck. I think I saw my mother smile again. She reached down and grabbed my penis, and
it felt like I was wandering through a maze overgrown with algae, a dark and chaotic mess. I had phimosis, and my genitals were numb; I had no feeling, no sense of depth. My mother moved her hand away, and I was still dazed. Suddenly, I realized something strange, like something I had never experienced before had happened. I glanced at my mother; she had her eyes closed with a strange expression. At that moment, I suddenly realized that I had actually "penetrated" her; that is, clinically speaking, my penis had entered my mother's vagina.
My mother demonstrated by thrusting her body up and down, teaching me to thrust in and out in rhythm with her. This intensified the feeling of being trapped inside a fleshy tube.
My mother's trick worked very well. Sex is something I truly learn instinctively. I immediately felt an indescribable pleasure, as if a huge, subtle sensation was guiding me to capture it. It came and went, fleeting and ephemeral, making me involuntarily, almost frantically, desperately try to push deeper inside. I heard the bed creaking, and at the same time, I heard my mother cry out, "Ouch, ouch!"
At that moment, I was a little scared. Because my mother's voice sounded like she was in great pain. My thrusting was too violent, and I was really worried about hurting her.
But I was no longer in control of myself and didn't want to stop. At that moment, the huge pleasure in my glans was like rolling thunder in the sky, getting closer and clearer. Finally, I heard it explode above my head, and I erupted too.
Apart from those two nocturnal emissions, this was my first real eruption. Who knew that my first eruption in my life would be inside my mother! This first time, I ejaculated a lot of semen, because I felt that my mother's and my lower bodies, as well as the sheets, were all wet. Afterwards, I was extremely weak and collapsed onto my mother, motionless.
After a while, my mother stirred, and I rolled over to lie down beside her.
I was utterly exhausted, so I fell asleep almost immediately, completely drained. I vaguely felt my mother getting up and bustling around. I opened my eyes; I was already used to the darkness, and I saw my mother standing at the head of the bed, bending over and carefully wiping her lower body. This strange and unbelievable scene became my last impression of that day. The next day, I woke up to find the sun high in the sky.

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