Mother's reward

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

My mother gave birth to me at 25, and now she's almost 50. Time has left its mark, but she's better preserved than most women in their 40s. She's slightly overweight, her breasts are a little saggy, and her lower abdomen protrudes a bit, but her skin is great, and she has few wrinkles.

At least in my eyes, she's the most beautiful mother in the world.

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

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

But I have a better method: masturbating before bed. Every time I ejaculate, I feel very tired, so I can fall asleep quickly and sleep very soundly. As for the objects of my imagination while masturbating, they are mostly celebrities, such as Kelly Chen, Twins, or others. One night, I dreamt of having sex with my mother and even had a nocturnal emission. From then on, my mother became the object of my masturbation; no so-called celebrities could compare to my dearest mother. My

first year of high school passed quickly in these fantasies about her. In my second year, I was placed in the humanities class. The girls in my class were always chattering, which gave me a deeper appreciation for my mother's mature beauty. My masturbation became even more frequent.

Because my mind was constantly preoccupied with my mother's body, my grades plummeted. My teacher invited my father to the school, hoping the parents would cooperate to find the reason for my declining grades, since I had a good chance of getting into a top university.

After my father came back, he discussed it with my mother and didn't say much to me, only telling me to focus on my studies. I think they had no idea what I was doing, but I deeply felt their concern and love. Especially my mother; I saw nothing but love in her eyes.

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

One evening during the second semester of my junior year of high school, my dad was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room. My mom was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't resist taking out a picture of my mom and masturbating. The picture was one I had taken of her at home not long ago. My mom was smiling in the photo, and I was looking at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moving rapidly inside her pants.

Just then, my mom pushed the door open and came in. My desk was facing away from the door, so I didn't notice and continued masturbating. But when I heard that familiar voice ask in surprise, "What are you doing?", I had already ejaculated, panting. I turned around and saw my mother's surprised and slightly angry expression. I was terrified and didn't know what to say.

Of course, my mother knew what I was doing, but when she saw her photo on the table, her face turned red, all the way to her ears. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she said, "Go and clean yourself up." I practically ran to the bathroom, took out my penis, and wiped it clean, but I hadn't brought my underwear in, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear as well.

When I returned to my room, my mother was sitting on my bed. Seeing me come in, she beckoned me to sit next to her and then gently asked, "Do you often do this?" I replied, "Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?" My mother smiled and said, "How could I be? Mom knows you're all grown up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent, it'll hurt your health." Seeing that my mother wasn't angry, my heart immediately relaxed. Mom asked again, "Why are you taking Mom's picture?" I answered hesitantly, "I love Mom so much, so I think about you all the time." "Silly child, what are you thinking? I'm your mother. Besides, doing this will affect your studies. Don't do it again, understand?" "Okay, I know." Then, Mom said those words that I still remember vividly: "Good child, you must study hard. Mom is counting on you. As long as you study hard, if you have any difficulties, Mom will help you solve them." I looked into Mom's eyes and immediately understood what she meant.

I said, "Mom, don't worry, I will listen to you. Just wait for my good news." From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating, but I would take out Mom's picture to look at every night. Hard work pays off. At the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade, and even the teacher was surprised by my progress. The whole family was even happier. Dad specially allowed me to drink, but he got drunk before I did.

My mom and I helped my dad to the bedroom to lie down. He kept saying, "Good...good son, well done!" My mom and I went back to the dining table, and I asked, "Mom, is Dad alright?" "Him? He always thinks he's still young, but he can't even outdrink his son." Actually, I was a little tipsy at that point, and without thinking, I asked, "Mom, I did well on my test this time, what's your prize?" My mom understood what I meant. She gave me a sidelong glance and said, "Go to your room." I suppressed my wildly beating heart and went back to my room. My mom followed me in and locked the door.

She came to my side, made me lie down, and then gently pulled down my pants. My penis was already "offering its spear," and now that it was free from the constraints of my pants, it stood tall and straight. My mom looked at it for a while and said, "My son has really grown up. Close your eyes." I immediately obediently closed my eyes, and I could feel my mom's hand touching my penis. It felt so soft and comfortable.

Then Mom started slowly stroking me. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it felt much better than when I did it myself. I started moaning and secretly opened my eyes to look at Mom. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at me lovingly. The thought that my mother was helping me masturbate excited me immensely. I

ejaculated in no time. Because I wasn't prepared, I ejaculated everywhere. I looked at Mom a little embarrassed. She scolded me, "You're still just a child." After saying that, she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat. She then helped me put on my pants and asked, "Was it good?" "It felt so good, Mom. Will you help me again?" "As long as you study hard and make Mom proud, how could Mom not want to make my good son feel good?" After saying that, she quickly kissed me on the cheek and left. I lay there, feeling weak all over, feeling so comfortable that I didn't want to move at all, and I fell asleep.

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

We went to Qingdao, not with a tour group, but to make our own arrangements, which was more flexible. After getting off the plane, we checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, near the sea, in a beautiful setting. Since it was just the two of us, we only booked a standard room. We could see the sea from the window. It was my first time at the beach, and I was so excited that

I didn't notice Mom's slightly downcast expression. But at dinner, I noticed and asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, maybe I'm just tired from the flight." Although Mom said that, I knew it wasn't because of that. I realized my selfish behavior. How could I only think of my own happiness and forget about Mom?

I decided to correct my mistake through action. I chatted with my mother, cracking jokes and constantly putting her favorite dishes on her plate. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally very happy. After dinner, back in my room, my mother said she was going to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. When she finished showering and came out, I saw that the two single beds that were originally separate in the room had been moved together, making it look like a double bed.

She asked me in surprise why, and I replied, "I haven't slept with Mom for so many years, I want to sleep with Mom tonight." Mom laughed and said, "You're still so young! You're so old and you still want to sleep with Mom? Aren't you ashamed?" "Not ashamed at all! I'll always be Mom's little child, and little children are supposed to sleep with their mothers." "Okay then, but don't move around too much, and don't have any bad thoughts." "Yes, I promise!" After saying that, I ran to take a shower and crawled into bed wearing only my underwear. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had air conditioning on, so I needed a thin blanket.

As soon as I lay down, I smelled the fragrance on Mom's body. It wasn't the smell of soap, but a special scent that I couldn't describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to Mom.

Mom was wearing a one-piece bathrobe, which felt like silk against her skin, but I wanted to be even closer to her skin, because that would feel even more comfortable. I whispered, "Mom, can I hug you?" Mom was lying with her back to me. After a few seconds, she said okay. I tentatively placed my left hand on her waist. It was so soft there. Although it didn't have the curves of a young girl's, the fullness felt wonderful. After a while

, seeing that Mom didn't object, I moved my hand towards her lower abdomen. There was even more flesh there, and I could feel a warmth even through her robe. As I was touching her, Mom pressed my hand down, saying, "Just leave your hand there, don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis pressing against her buttocks. Mom's buttocks were so full. I shifted my body so that my penis was pressed against her buttock cleft, because that was where I felt most comfortable.

I felt my mother's body trembling. I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" "A little. Just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" My right hand was uncomfortable under her body, so I simply reached under her neck and hugged her. My mother seemed to groan slightly, but didn't say anything.

I hugged my mother very tightly, my penis pressed against her, enjoying the sensation. My mother gradually stopped trembling, and her body softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly. Perhaps because she was too tired from the flight, we fell asleep like that, hugging each other.

The next morning, I woke up early because I needed to pee. When I opened my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my mother curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right arm around my waist. This excited me greatly.

Looking at my mother sleeping soundly, with her mature charm, my heart was deeply moved, and my penis swelled up like iron.

I was afraid of waking my mother, but I was so eager, so I gently moved my body and brought my mouth closer to her lips. When I was only about two centimeters away, my mother suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds, then my mother laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to ambush your mother?" I smiled sheepishly, but I wasn't giving up. I pleaded, "Mom, just let me kiss you, just once." My mother looked at me intently for a while, then closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit consent, so I imitated the way I'd seen kissing on TV, slowly bringing my mouth closer and gently kissing my mother's full lips.

I just kissed my mother's lips like that, not knowing what a real kiss was like, just imitating, so apart from the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything special. Just then, my mother's mouth slightly opened, and I mischievously stuck my tongue deep inside, wanting to startle her.

Little did I know what it would be like once it was inside. My mother's mouth was wet and slippery. When my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock came from the tip. Naturally, I wasn't going to let such pleasure pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. At first, my mother tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to hide. She was tightly wrapped and sucked by my tongue. After a

long, long time, my mother pushed me away, panting heavily, and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" I had tasted the sweetness and begged, "Mom, please, again. It's my first kiss, you have to let me enjoy it." My mother murmured, "First time, first kiss, first time." I kissed her again. This time I improved. I sucked my mother's fragrant tongue into my mouth and slowly savored it. My mother was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss.

After kissing for who knows how long, my tongue became a little numb, so I withdrew. My mother must have been exhausted long ago, as she was breathing softly beside me. A little while later, Mom sat up and said to me, "You little rascal, you've exhausted me. Even your dad doesn't kiss me for this long." I laughed and said, "Dad can kiss me every day. I only get this chance now." Mom laughed and got up to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still lying in bed and said, "Get up, my lazy son." "No, I want Mom to pull me up," I said coquettishly.

Mom reluctantly bent down to pull me up. Just then, I saw Mom's breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. I was stunned. They were so big and white, and it seemed like she wasn't wearing a bra... Seeing my strange expression, Mom hesitated for a moment, then immediately realized why and turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I muttered to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely." I sat up, put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and said, "Mom, I want... I want to see." "No, we're mother and son, this won't do." "Then why did you help me that time?" "That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already gone wrong, we can't continue down that path." "Mom's breasts are for me to breastfeed, aren't they? I even suckled on them when I was little. Besides, look at me..." I turned my mother around so she could see my erect penis.

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

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

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

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

My mother, seeing my stunned expression, said coquettishly (which sounded absolutely coquettish to me), "Haven't you seen enough?" "Not enough, not enough, I can never get enough of someone this beautiful." "You're so cheeky." I looked up at my mother; she seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes darting away, looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect penis and asked with concern, "Is it very uncomfortable?" I seemed to cry out from the bottom of my heart, "Yes!" My mother said lovingly, "Poor thing." I hurriedly said, "Mom, can you do it like last time?" My mother looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you would take advantage of me. Let me go put on my clothes." How could I let her go? I grabbed her hand and pressed it onto my penis.

She tried to struggle, but I persisted, and she gave up after a while. She carefully pulled down my underwear, placing her hand on my burning hot penis. She seemed surprised by its heat, pulling her hand back slightly, but immediately grasping it again. The gentle stroking sent a wave of ecstasy through me. I couldn't resist pulling my mother closer, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, and kissing her. My mother had barely uttered, "Don't touch me like that," when my beautiful red lips were sealed by hers.

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

I was sucking on my mother's fragrant tongue, her full breasts pressed against me, the sensation so clear I could feel her nipples pressing against me, and her small hands stroking me below. The combined stimulation from all three sources left me feeling completely disoriented.

Soon, I reached my climax. Perhaps knowing from her previous experience, Mom struggled to free herself from my mouth, grabbed a piece of cloth-like material, and placed it on my penis, her hands continuing to stimulate me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of fluid gushed out.

When I recovered from the intense stimulation of ejaculation, I saw Mom looking at me with those loving eyes again, but it seemed different than before. The love had changed, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Looking closer, I realized that the cloth-like material was actually Mom's pajamas. It was covered in thick semen, emitting a strong odor, and Mom's hands also had a considerable amount on them.

Seeing that I was awake, Mom laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, making my pajamas all messed up..." I said apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry, let me wash them for you." "Who said you had to wash them?" Looking at the way Mom spoke, I felt that it was the same way she often talked to Dad, with a kind of flirtatious air. Could it be...?

Mom went into the bathroom and put on some clothes, not the pajamas, but something else. When she came out and saw me still lying naked on the bed, she quickly avoided my eyes and said, "My little darling, aren't you going to put on some clothes?" Seeing her shyness, I didn't want to embarrass her any further, so I quickly put on my clothes and asked, "Mom, where are we going to play today?" Mom thought for a moment and said, "Let's go shopping in the morning and go swimming at the beach in the afternoon, okay?" "Yay!" Mom and I went to the Qingdao People's Department Store. Because Mom didn't bring a swimsuit, she wanted to buy one.

I said I wanted to buy a bikini, but Mom disagreed, saying that at her age, why would she wear a bikini? It would be too embarrassing. I said that with such a great figure, it would be a shame if Mom didn't wear a bikini.

As I said this, Mom looked at me shyly, while I smiled smugly. When we got to the counter, the saleswoman, seeing the mother and son buying bikinis, said, "Ma'am, you're so lucky to have such a filial son." Mom was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.

After buying the swimsuit, Mom seemed to lose interest in shopping. Eager to see her in a bikini, I dragged her to grab a quick bite and then to the beach not far from our hotel. It wasn't crowded, and the water was relatively clean.

When I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the sand, under the bright sunshine, I saw a beautiful woman standing on the beach in a bikini. Her long hair was styled in a bun, which accentuated the length and graceful lines of her neck. Her

full and curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the bikini. That was my mother.

Seeing me staring at her blankly again, Mom knew I was up to something again, so she sat down to stop me from looking so unabashedly. I sat down next to her and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful." Mom didn't say anything, gazing thoughtfully at the undulating sea. I didn't know what she was thinking; maybe she was thinking about Dad, maybe…maybe she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of this morning, just like me.

I took Mom's hand and we walked towards the beach. Mom didn't say anything either, letting me hold her hand as we headed towards the swimming area.

We swam slowly. Mom had taught me to swim, but she seemed a little distracted. A wave hit, and Mom choked on water, her swimming movements becoming erratic. I quickly grabbed her. At 17, I was tall and strong. I held Mom's waist, trying to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," as we swam back.

Once ashore, I helped my mother sit down. She leaned on my shoulder, seemingly exhausted, coughing up the seawater she had swallowed. Looking at her face, red from the water, I felt a pang of heartache. I pulled her into my arms, letting her head rest on my chest, and patted her shoulder to comfort her.

After a while, she recovered, suddenly realizing she was leaning on my chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, and looked at me. Now I knew her blush wasn't from the water, but from being against her son's chest. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. I said, "Mom, let's go back. The sun's strong today; we don't want you to get a tan." My mother smiled and agreed.

Because we changed our plans, we didn't get back to the hotel until after 2 PM, still early for dinner, and not enough time to go out again. We had no choice but to rest in the room. After showering and changing, my mother and I sat in the room, unsure what to say. To break the awkward silence, my mother suggested watching TV.

I turned on the TV and saw that the hotel's closed-circuit television was playing an American blockbuster. A couple was having sex; the footage wasn't explicit, but it was beautifully shot, though everyone knew it was sex. My mother was embarrassed to watch, but I had the remote, and I watched intently, finding it beautiful.

Finally, the sex scene on TV ended, and the protagonists started a gunfight and chase. I lost interest and turned to look at my mother. She had just showered, her hair still wet and draped over her shoulders, and her rosy lips reminded me of our passionate encounter that morning. I jumped over and sat beside her, kissing her.

My mother didn't flinch, letting me kiss her lips. But I kissed her too hard, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the bed. This was unexpected, of course, but I reacted quickly, pressing my entire upper body against hers.

Even through her clothes, I could feel the protrusion of her breasts, a sensation different from that of the morning.

I began exploring my mother's mouth, and it took several tries before I finally caught her tongue, and we began to intertwine and suckle. At first, my mother passively let me suckle, but slowly, she began to respond, her tongue skillfully touching my tongue and lips. This skillful kiss was naturally better than my recklessness, and for a moment we were both intoxicated.

After kissing for who knows how long, I felt my mother's body getting warm, and then I remembered that there were still many places on my mother's body waiting for me to explore. So I started kissing my mother's face, and then her neck, and my mother's breathing gradually became more heavy.

Because I had dirtied her one-piece nightgown, my mother was wearing another set of nightgowns. When I impatiently lifted my mother's top, I found that she was wearing a black bra. The snow-white skin paired with the black bra was indeed a strikingly alluring contrast.

I reached out to lift the bra, but it was tightly closed, and there were no clasps, leaving me at a loss.

Knowing I was helpless, Mom pushed me away, took off her shirt, and reached behind her back to move around a few times. Her bra suddenly sagged, and I realized the clasp was in the back. I quickly took off her bra and then pressed her back onto the bed.

I held her heaving breasts like I was holding a pair of treasures, gently squeezing them. Seeing that Mom didn't react negatively, I started playing with them. Her full breasts were too big for one hand to hold, so I simply used both hands to knead one of her breasts at the same time.

Watching her breasts change shape in my hands was incredibly stimulating. I looked at her reddish-brown nipples and couldn't resist kissing them. But when I took my mother's nipple into my mouth, she trembled. I began to suckle passionately, as if I were nursing. My mother stroked my head, and it felt like we were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that my mother's breasts were dry, and the son suckling was now an adult with a hard penis.

With my rubbing and suckling, my mother's chest heaved more violently, and she made soft moaning sounds. When I released her breasts and moved my lips downwards, my mother held my head still with her hand, saying in a tired voice, "Good son, no, we can't go any further. We'll make a mistake." At that time, I didn't know what sex was like; I only saw on TV couples naked, the man on top of the woman, their buttocks moving constantly. I felt a surge of heat in my penis, and I wanted to hold my mother's soft body tightly. I knew I wanted to make love to her, but I didn't know exactly how. So when my mother said that, I froze.

Then my mother said, "Do you want to do what they do on TV?" I nodded vigorously. At this moment, my mother sat up, took her pajamas and covered her chest, and slowly said, "Child, we are mother and son, we can't do that." "But, but Mom, you helped me masturbate and let me kiss your breasts, isn't that making love?" My mother blushed again when she heard me say "masturbate," but she continued, "Yes, Mom shouldn't have done that. Last time I promised to reward you, and I was afraid you would hurt yourself, so... But today I don't know what happened to me... Anyway, we've already made a mistake, we can't continue making mistakes, otherwise it's... incest." I knew what incest meant, but hearing it from my mother was still very exciting, and I had never felt that there was anything wrong with incest. So without thinking, I said, "Mom, I love you so much, I like you so much, I want to be with you." Mom said a little angrily, "No, if you keep doing this, Mom won't talk to you anymore." I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, and all my enthusiasm vanished instantly. I slumped onto the bed, silent and listless. Mom got dressed and, seeing how disappointed I was, felt a pang of pity. She put my head in her arms and said, "My dear child, Mom loves you too. It's my fault for making you so excited, and...sigh, we really can't do anything to betray your father." Hearing Mom say this, I was overcome with grief and burst into tears, sobbing, "Mom, do you know how much I love you? I really need you." Mom was flustered by my crying and just kept stroking my head, unable to say anything.

After crying for a while, I felt ashamed of myself. I looked up and saw that my mother's eyes were also full of tears. I wiped away her tears and asked, "Mom, do you love me?" "Yes, of course I love you. What mother doesn't love her son?" "Then do you love me more or Dad more?" My mother thought for a moment and said, "Of course I love you more. You're a piece of my flesh." "Then you love me, and I love you too. Why can't we be together?" "Good child, my love for you is different from my love for your father. You'll understand when you grow up." After saying this, my mother got up and sat on the bed. I knew there was no point in saying anything more, so I gave up.

In the following days, although my mother and I explored all of Qingdao, there was a knot in our hearts, and we weren't very happy. About a week later, we went home.

The summer vacation of my second year of high school passed quickly. My relationship with my mother seemed to have returned to what it was before, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wonder if my mother felt the same way.

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

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

After lunch, I went back to my room, unable to concentrate on studying, just lying on my bed randomly flipping through books.

Just then, my mom knocked on the door and said, "It's Mom, open the door." I opened the door and went back to bed.

My mother came over and said to me, "Child, what do you want to say to your mother?" I said defiantly, "I already said what I needed to say in Qingdao." "Don't you think this is cruel to your mother? Do you think it makes your mother feel better? How do you think your current state makes your mother feel?" The three questions in a row stunned me and made my mother cry. Seeing my mother's tears, I panicked. I

quickly pulled my mother to sit down on the bed, wiped her tears, and said, "Mom, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now, my mind is so chaotic." My mother looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, looking deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all my fault, I set a bad precedent for you." I hurriedly said, "No, it's my fault, I've been overthinking all the time, and I've made you worry about me." Hearing this, my mother was moved and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back tightly, and the misunderstanding between mother and son vanished.

As I savored the scent of my mother's hair, she said in a soft voice, "If you still want it, Mom can let you... but I have two conditions." I was surprised, but I pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Mom." "First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, Mom and I can't really make love. Mom can let you kiss me and help you with my hands, but we can't have anything else, okay?" I looked at my mother's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears again, and said, "No, Mom, I don't want to put you in a difficult position." "Silly child, how could Mom put you in a difficult position? Don't worry, Mom has made up her mind, just don't let your father know." At this moment, what could I say? I closed my eyes and kissed my mother.

Perhaps because of what she had just said, or perhaps because it had been more than two months since I had kissed my mother, this time it was especially intoxicating, and my mother was even more cooperative than when we were in Qingdao. Of course, my lower body began to get incredibly hard again.

My mother felt it too; she pushed me away, unbuttoned her shirt, and even helped me take off my pants. Just like last time, I rubbed my mother's breasts until she helped me masturbate until I ejaculated. This time I ejaculated a lot, and of course, it felt very good. My mother carefully cleaned me up before getting dressed.

From then on, to avoid disappointing my mother, I started to focus on my studies again, and my mother would help me masturbate about once a week, sometimes twice, depending on whether there was an opportunity, because we had to hide from my father. Sometimes, when there wasn't enough time, my mother wouldn't take off her clothes, but would let me touch her through her clothes or through them. As the weather got cooler, we mostly did it through our clothes. We

developed a tacit understanding. When I really wanted it, I would whisper to her, "Mom, I miss you," while serving her food before dinner. And when my father said he had to go out that night, we would quickly exchange glances, and after he left, my mother would come to my room. All the intimate acts took place in my room. I had asked to do it in the living room or my mother's room, but I was never allowed to.

New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye. I did well on a relatively formal mock exam, and with my mother's 43rd birthday at the end of January, the whole family was very happy. Unfortunately, my father had to go to Shanghai on a business trip and wouldn't be back until before the Spring Festival, so he wouldn't be home for my mother's birthday. Before leaving, my father told me to give my mother a good birthday celebration. I thought to myself: I'll shoot a lot of flowers in my mother's hands;

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

Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished, and my mother was a little weak. I helped her sit down on the bed and cleaned up the leftovers. When I came back, my mother was slumped on the bed; I didn't know if she had fallen asleep. I had no choice but to carry her to her bed.

Looking at my mother's slumbering, begonia-like face, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust and began to undress her. My mother was limp all over, and it took me a lot of effort to remove her top. I fondled her breasts for a while, but my attention quickly shifted to her lower body. Although we had been intimate many times, I had only ever seen her wearing underwear. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I carefully removed her outer pants and long underwear, leaving only her underwear. My mother's full thighs were laid out before me, and I stroked them up and down before finally deciding to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of my mother's body was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally fully revealed before me. Her

upper body had the full breasts I knew all too well and could never get enough of looking at; her lower body had sparse pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from the hair on my body. I parted my mother's thighs, and between her legs, I saw a brown slit. I knew that was a woman's vulva; that's where I came into this world.

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

During this process, my mother only groaned a few times; I knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged into my mind.

My mother didn't want me to have sex with her, so why not take this opportunity… Without further ado, I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both of us under the covers. I rushed to press my body against my mother's. At this moment, I knew what love was. I lay on top of my mother, kissing and touching her for a while, until my penis was so engorged that I couldn't stand it anymore, and then I began to attack my target.

This movement made me realize that it was not simple. My mother was drowsy and didn't move, and I couldn't find the right spot. I tried several times but couldn't get it right, and I was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Just then, Mom's hand moved slightly, seemingly guiding my penis. I immediately found the right position, and with a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tightly enveloping me; though not as tight as during masturbation, the feeling was even more intoxicating. I began to move involuntarily, my movements gradually becoming more practiced as I discovered the most comfortable way to move.

I glanced at Mom and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she was enduring something.

I realized then that Mom was awake, and that her earlier movement had been intentional. Excitedly, I kissed her. But when I touched her lips, her furrowed brow relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So that's what Mom had been holding back from moaning.

With my vigorous thrusting, Mom's breathing and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Thankfully, after so many masturbations, I had gained experience in controlling ejaculation, and I managed to suppress the urge several times.

I don't know how many times I thrust, but my mother's vagina was soaking wet.

Suddenly, she hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently a few times. It was as if she had used up all her strength, and she went limp again. I didn't know what was happening, and I continued to thrust deeply.

Finally, I couldn't hold back the urge to explode any longer, and a stream of semen shot deep into my mother's vagina like a bullet.

Exhausted, I lay panting on top of my mother, who also lay limply. After a long, long time, I noticed my mother had opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complex in her eyes that made me a little uneasy.

I asked softly, "Mom, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "Angry that I took advantage of you while you were drunk, and..." Mom smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get Mom, but if I were really drunk, could you even get in?" I knew Mom was referring to her helping me penetrate, and I said shyly, "That was my first time." Mom looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to Mom." "I'm so happy I gave it to Mom." "Mom's happy too." At that moment, Mom and I both felt that the area where we were joined was very wet and cold. When we separated, we saw that our lower bodies were almost completely soaked. There was a large wet patch on the sheets, and our bodily fluids were mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. My previously erect penis was now limp and hanging between my legs.

I saw Mom looking at my penis, as if she was mocking me, so I quickly changed the subject and said, "Why don't we go take a shower?" Mom didn't say much and just told me to go first.

I went to the bathroom and started washing. A little while later, Mom came in, also naked, and stood under the showerhead to wash with me. As Mom washed her hair, I saw the white foam sliding down her head, from her breasts to her genitals. This unusual stimulation made me hard again. I slowly moved closer to Mom, and she noticed. She rinsed the foam off her head and opened her eyes to look at me. I was once again captivated by her loving gaze.

I cautiously asked, "Mom, didn't you used to forbid me from…?" Mom smiled and said, "This was unexpected, too. I was a little groggy just now. You carried me to bed, and when I came to my senses, you were thrusting around wildly. You made me feel itchy too, and I really didn't want to disappoint you, so…" I excitedly hugged Mom and began to kiss her passionately. Soon, we were both incredibly excited. After drying ourselves, we somehow ended up back on the bed. This time, while not exactly smooth sailing, it was much better than before. I penetrated her for a full half hour, during which time my mother trembled twice.

Finally, I ejaculated deep into her womb. The continuous battle left both my mother and me exhausted. That night, I held my mother and slept soundly.

The next morning, when I woke up, my mother was already up, sitting at her dressing table combing her hair. She was wearing the same nightgown I had used in Qingdao, which was now covered in my semen. I became excited again, jumped up, and tried to kiss her, but she stopped me, saying, "Child, don't do this. Although we... we can't continue like this without restraint. After all, I'm your mother, and I know you're young, and once you experience this, it's easy to become unrestrained. If your father finds out, it'll be all over. So, I need to make a few conditions with you." I knew my mother was right, so I let her continue. "We'll still do what we always have. As long as you study hard, Mom will give you what you want. But you can't be too explicit, okay?" Hearing that I could still have sex with Mom, I obediently said, "Mom, whatever you say." Mom smiled and said, "Good girl, go wash your face and brush your teeth." But I was still hard, so I held onto Mom and said, "Mom, I want it, Dad's not here anyway." Mom flicked my forehead and said, "I knew you'd say that." Before she finished speaking, I had already picked her up and put her on the bed.

My hands roamed over Mom's body, arousing her desire as well. Her two round, large breasts began to swell and harden under my touch, and her legs began to loosen. I helped Mom take off her nightgown, and while the iron was hot, I spread her thighs apart and intentionally probed her vagina with my hand, thrusting in and out shallowly.

Gradually, Mom became very wet down there. She grasped my thick penis and guided it into her vagina. I pressed Mom down beneath me, and my penis began to thrust rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, left and right. The extreme pleasure made Mom incredibly happy, and she began to moan loudly.

Mom had completely forgotten about moral boundaries; she eagerly enjoyed this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts. I kissed Mom, savoring her fragrance, and in the midst of the intense movements, I ejaculated again. Mom, immersed in unparalleled joy, nestled limply against my chest.

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

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

Since having real sex with Mom, I started paying attention to Dad and Mom's sex life. They did it about once a week, usually on weekends. Mom didn't moan much during sex; at least I couldn't hear a sound from outside the door. I only knew that Mom would go to the bathroom to wash up shortly after they went to bed, so they must have already done it.

This puzzled me. Mom would moan when she was with me, sometimes quite loudly. Did she and Dad have a bad sex life?

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

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

My mother said, "Hurry up." I immediately carried her to the sink, pulled down my pants, and thrust into her. Because she was already very wet, it went in easily. I thrust hard, and my mother, holding me, tried desperately to remain silent.

But because I thrust so quickly and deeply, she couldn't help but moan. Soon, she reached orgasm, and I, too, ejaculated due to the novel position and forbidden pleasure. My mother and I quickly tidied up and went back to our rooms. My heart, which had been pounding, finally settled down the next morning when nothing seemed amiss.

Later, I asked my mother again why she moaned when she was with me but not with my father. She said shyly, "You're so young, and you're so thick and hard. I moan because I feel good." Seeing her shy expression, I realized that I had surpassed my father in sexual matters. For my mother's sexual happiness, I secretly vowed to study hard and, more importantly, to make love with her properly.

Soon, the second semester of my senior year of high school began. Because I had a real physical relationship with my mother, my sexual desire was released, and I felt that it would be a disservice to her if I didn't study hard, so I studied very diligently. Of course, when I went home, my mother would always reward me.

We seized every opportunity to make love, although each time was very short and a bit rushed. We would almost start as soon as we took off our clothes and immediately put them back on afterward, but I still felt very comfortable, especially my mother. She became more and more open, moaning loudly whenever we made love, and almost every time she reached orgasm.

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

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

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

I didn't actually feel much pressure about the college entrance exam because I knew I would get into a top university, and I had taken so many exams that I was numb to it. But I couldn't miss the opportunity to be alone with my mother. Grandpa had barely left when I hugged Mom, and her face flushed again.

Even though we'd done it so many times, perhaps we were still mother and son; she always blushed when I hugged and kissed her. Mom whispered, "You have an exam tomorrow, you need to rest today." I kissed her and said, "Being with Mom is the best rest." I quickly undressed, stripping Mom naked like a lamb. Since we had plenty of time, I decided to have some fun with Mom. I put her on the bed, and after some kisses and caresses, my mouth went to her genitals. Mom knew what I was going to do and hurriedly said, "No, you can't kiss there." But I had already started. I gently sucked on Mom's labia, occasionally lightly biting her bright red clitoris.

With my sucking and licking, Mom gradually became aroused.

Her thighs slowly clamped around my head, her skin gently undulating with my movements. She murmured, "Mom can't take it anymore, good boy, Mom can't take it..." Since it was my first time giving my mother oral sex, the unusual stimulation quickly brought her to orgasm. A torrent of fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, which I swallowed, leaving her genitals soaking wet.

After a long, labored breath, she said softly, "You're killing me, come on... I'll let you have your fill tonight." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her. I couldn't resist any longer and thrust my erect penis into her vagina. She cooperated by opening her legs, revealing her vulva for easy penetration.

I was already experienced with this, so I guided my penis, aiming the head at her vagina, and gently inserted it. Although she was already soaking wet, she still let out a soft moan as my large penis entered. The warm, comfortable sensation of my penis being tightly enveloped by my mother's narrow, fleshy opening excited me so much that I thrust my entire penis into her warm, tight vagina.

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

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

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

Because of the exam the next day, my mother only did it twice before forbidding me to continue, so I could only fall asleep holding her.

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

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

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

After the college entrance exam, it felt like everything in the world had been done. I had nothing to do all day; it was supposed to be relaxing, but it was harder than having something to do. My mind was completely blank except for my mother.

Ever since I started giving my mom oral sex, I've become obsessed with it, and she seems to enjoy it too. In the few times we made love afterward, we'd do oral sex first, getting really excited before penetration, which made our orgasms even more intense. We really enjoyed it.

My dad had suggested we go out, but she was too busy at work to go, so we had to cancel. She even apologized to me, saying she'd give me oral sex until I ejaculated. But it wasn't necessary; I wouldn't force her if she was in a difficult situation.

This summer was especially hot, and everyone in the family wore very little clothing. Every time I saw my mom's body wrapped in thin clothes, I got incredibly excited, but there was no way I could have the chance. Although every time we had an affair, it wasn't a frequent occurrence.

One evening, my mom was working overtime. My dad and I had finished dinner, and then it started pouring rain. My mom didn't have any rain gear, so my dad asked me to bring her some. When I finally arrived at my mother's workplace, I pushed open the door and saw her working at her desk. She was alone in the office. She looked up and saw me, soaking wet. Even though I had an umbrella, the rain was too heavy and the wind was strong, making my clothes almost completely soaked.

Seeing me like this, my mother knew I had come to bring her rain gear. She quickly ran over, pulled me into the room, closed the door, and, ignoring my soaked clothes, hugged me tightly, saying, "Good boy, Mom knew you were good.

Come on, take off your wet clothes, don't catch a cold." She helped me take off my wet shirt.

I'm already an 18-year-old young man, and my well-defined muscles still made my mother, who had seen them countless times, a little stunned.

I watched her stare at my chest muscles, her fingers wiping the raindrops off my body, as if she were wiping her lover. I couldn't help but pull my mother into my arms. My mother leaned softly against me, and her familiar scent filled my nostrils. I immediately became aroused. Mom sensed it too and said,

"Child, it's been a long time since you've done it with Mom, hasn't it? Come on, let Mom satisfy your craving today." With that, she knelt down, pulled down my pants, and I felt my penis enter that wet, soft place again. Under Mom's sucking, I felt an intense, painful swelling down there, so I held Mom's head and started thrusting, as if I were penetrating her vagina. Soon after, I ejaculated into Mom's mouth.

Strangely, this time Mom didn't spit out my semen as usual; instead, she swallowed it all.

I helped Mom up, and just as I was about to ask, Mom smiled and said, "Good boy, Mom loves your stuff. I was shy before, but actually, Mom loves it when you ejaculate inside me, whether it's in my mouth or..." Seeing Mom's joyful and satisfied smile, my penis felt like it was on fire again. I suddenly picked Mom up and placed her on the desk. Mom knew what I meant and cooperated by lifting her skirt and taking off her underwear.

I reached out and touched her; Mom's area was completely wet, and her body trembled at the movement of my fingers.

I guided my rock-hard, iron-like penis and slowly inserted it into my mother's body, beginning to thrust gently.

I kissed her cheeks and neck, reaching inside to caress her breasts, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I love you. I'm going to make you climax. Mom, are you comfortable?" My mother's breathing was rapid, and she gasped, "Okay, okay, good son, make Mom climax." This time, I thrust for a long time, bringing my mother to almost three orgasms. After I ejaculated again, my mother was too weak to even sit up, leaning against me for a long, long time before she recovered. I lifted my mother off the desk and saw a wet patch on it, unsure if it was mine or hers. It took us quite a while to clean up. Then we sat on the office sofa, caressing each other and chatting until the rain subsided before going home.

From then on, my mother and I found this new place. On weekends, my mother often said she had to work overtime, while I would use the excuse of meeting up with classmates to sneak into her office for a tryst. The desk, the bed, the filing cabinet—all were our favorite spots for making love. Dad never suspected anything, and Mom's colleagues seemed lazy and never bothered us. That summer, Mom and I spent a very happy time together.

But good times are always short-lived. I was accepted into a prestigious university and was going to study in another city. The weekend before I left, Mom and I spent another day passionately entwined in her office.

Finally, I completed my studies with Mom's reward. But I know Mom's reward will never end, just as Mom's love for me will last a lifetime.

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

My mom gave birth to me at 25, and now she's almost 50. Time has left its mark, but she's better maintained than most women in their 40s. She's slightly plump, her breasts are a little saggy, and her belly protrudes a bit, but her skin is great, and she has few wrinkles.

At least in my eyes, she's the most beautiful mom in the world.

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

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

But I have a better method: masturbating before bed. Every time I ejaculate, I feel very tired, so I can fall asleep quickly and sleep very soundly. As for the objects of my fantasies while masturbating, they are mostly celebrities, such as Kelly Chen, Twins, or others. But one night I dreamed of having sex with my mother and had a wet dream. From then on, my mother became my masturbation object; none of those so-called celebrities could compare to my dearest mother.

In my fantasies about my mother, my first year of high school passed quickly. In my second year, I was placed in the humanities class, and the girls in my class were always chattering, which gave me a deeper understanding of my mother's mature beauty. My masturbation became even more frequent.

Because I was constantly thinking about my mother's health, my grades plummeted. My teacher invited my father to the school, hoping the parents would cooperate to find the reason for my declining grades, since I had a good chance of getting into a top university.

When my father came back, he discussed it with my mother and didn't say much to me, only instructing me to focus on my studies. I think they had no idea what I was thinking, but I deeply felt their concern and love. Especially my mother; I saw nothing but love in her eyes.

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

One night in the second semester of my junior year, my father was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room. My mother was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't resist taking out my mother's picture and masturbating again. The picture was one I had taken of my mother at home not long ago. My mother was smiling in the picture, and I looked at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moving rapidly inside my pants.

Just then, my mother pushed the door open and came in. My desk was facing away from the door, so I didn't notice and continued masturbating. But when I heard that familiar voice ask in surprise, "What are you doing?", I had already ejaculated, panting. I turned around and saw my mother's surprised and slightly angry expression. I was terrified and didn't know what to say.

Of course, my mother knew what I was doing, but when she saw her photo on the table, her face turned red, all the way to her ears. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she said, "Go and clean yourself up." I practically ran to the bathroom, took out my penis, and wiped it clean, but I hadn't brought my underwear with me, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear as well.

When I got back to my room, Mom was sitting on my bed. Seeing me come in, she beckoned me to sit next to her and gently asked, "Do you often do this?" I replied, "Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?" Mom smiled and said, "How could I be? Mom knows you're growing up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent; it'll hurt your health." Seeing that Mom wasn't angry, my heart immediately relaxed. Mom asked again, "Why are you taking Mom's picture?" I answered shyly, "I love Mom so much, so I think about you every time." "Silly child, what are you thinking? I'm your mother. Besides, doing this all the time will affect your studies. Don't do it again, understand?" "Oh, I know." Then, Mom said those words that I still remember vividly: "Good child, you must study hard; Mom is counting on you. As long as you study hard, if you have any difficulties… Mom will help you solve them." Looking into Mom's eyes, I immediately understood what she meant.

I said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll listen to you. Just wait for my good news." From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating. I just took out my mom's picture every night to look at it. Hard work pays off. At the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade. Even my teacher was surprised by my progress. My whole family was even happier. Dad specially allowed me to drink, but he got drunk before I did.

Mom and I helped Dad to the bedroom to lie down. He kept saying, "Good...good son, well done!" Mom and I went back to the dinner table. I asked, "Mom, is Dad alright?" "Him? He always thinks he's still young. In the end, he can't even outdrink his son." Actually, I was a little tipsy at that time. Without thinking, I asked, "Mom, I did well on the test this time. What reward are you going to give me?" Mom understood what I meant. She gave me a look and said, "Go to your room." I suppressed my wildly beating heart and went back to my room. Mom followed me in and locked the door.

She came to my side, had me lie down, and then gently pulled down my pants. My penis was already "offering its spear," and now freed from the constraints of my pants, it stood tall and straight. My mother looked at me for a while and said, "My son has really grown up. Close your eyes." I immediately obediently closed my eyes, feeling my mother's hand touching my penis—it felt so soft and comfortable.

Then my mother began to slowly masturbate me. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it felt much better than when I did it myself. I started to moan, secretly opening my eyes to look at my mother. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at me lovingly. The thought that my mother was masturbating me filled me with immense excitement.

I ejaculated shortly after, and because I wasn't prepared, I sprayed everywhere. A little embarrassed, I looked at my mother. She scolded me, "You're still just a child." Then she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat, helped me put on my pants, and asked, "Was that good?" "It felt so good, Mom! Will you still help me in the future?" "As long as you study hard and make your mother proud, how could your good son not want to feel good?" She quickly kissed me on the cheek and left. I lay there, feeling weak all over, too comfortable to move, and fell asleep.

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

We went to Qingdao, but we didn't join a tour group; we wanted more freedom to plan our own trip. After getting off the plane, we checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, near the sea, in a beautiful setting. Since it was just the two of us, we only booked one standard room. We could see the sea from the window. It was my first time at the beach, and I was so excited that I didn't notice my mother's somewhat downcast expression.

But at dinner, I noticed and asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, maybe I'm just tired from the flight," my mother said. Although she said that, I knew it wasn't because of that. I realized my selfish behavior; how could I only think of my own happiness and forget about my mother?

I decided to correct my mistake through my actions. I chatted with my mother, cracking jokes and constantly putting her favorite dishes on her plate. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally very happy. After dinner, back in the room, my mother said she was going to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. When she finished showering, I came out and saw that the two single beds that were originally separate had been moved together, making it look like a double bed.

She asked me in surprise why, and I replied, "I haven't slept with Mom for so many years, I want to sleep with Mom tonight." Mom laughed and said, "You're still so young! You're so old and you still want to sleep with Mom? Aren't you ashamed?" "Not ashamed at all! I'll always be Mom's little child, and little children are supposed to sleep with their mothers." "Okay then, but don't move around too much, and don't have any bad thoughts." "Yes, I promise!" After saying that, I ran to take a shower and crawled into bed wearing only my underwear. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had air conditioning on, so I needed a thin blanket.

As soon as I lay down, I smelled the fragrance on Mom's body. It wasn't the smell of soap, but a special scent that I couldn't describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to Mom.

Mom was wearing a one-piece bathrobe, which felt like silk against her skin, but I wanted to be even closer to her skin, because that would feel even more comfortable. I whispered, "Mom, can I hug you?" Mom was lying with her back to me. After a few seconds, she said okay. I tentatively placed my left hand on her waist. It was so soft there. Although it didn't have the curves of a young girl's, the fullness felt wonderful. After a while

, seeing that Mom didn't object, I moved my hand towards her lower abdomen. There was even more flesh there, and I could feel a warmth even through her robe. As I was touching her, Mom pressed my hand down, saying, "Just leave your hand there, don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis pressing against her buttocks. Mom's buttocks were so full. I shifted my body so that my penis was pressed against her buttock cleft, because that was where I felt most comfortable.

I felt my mother's body trembling. I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" "A little. Just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" My right hand was uncomfortable under her body, so I simply reached under her neck and hugged her. My mother seemed to groan slightly, but didn't say anything.

I hugged my mother very tightly, my penis pressed against her, enjoying the sensation. My mother gradually stopped trembling, and her body softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly. Perhaps because she was too tired from the flight, we fell asleep like that, hugging each other.

The next morning, I woke up early because I needed to pee. When I opened my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my mother curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right arm around my waist. This excited me greatly.

Looking at my mother sleeping soundly, with her mature charm, my heart was deeply moved, and my penis swelled up like iron.

I was afraid of waking my mother, but I was so eager, so I gently moved my body and brought my mouth closer to her lips. When I was only about two centimeters away, my mother suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds, then my mother laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to ambush your mother?" I smiled sheepishly, but I wasn't giving up. I pleaded, "Mom, just let me kiss you, just once." My mother looked at me intently for a while, then closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit consent, so I imitated the way I'd seen kissing on TV, slowly bringing my mouth closer and gently kissing my mother's full lips.

I just kissed my mother's lips like that, not knowing what a real kiss was like, just imitating, so apart from the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything special. Just then, my mother's mouth slightly opened, and I mischievously stuck my tongue inside, wanting to startle her.

Who knew that once inside, I'd discover the pleasures. My mother's mouth was wet and slippery. When my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock shot through the tip. Naturally, I wasn't going to let such pleasure pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. At first, my mother tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to hide; she was tightly wrapped and sucked by my tongue.

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

After kissing for who knows how long, my tongue became a little numb, so I withdrew. My mother must have been exhausted long ago, as she breathed softly beside me. A little while later, Mom sat up and said to me, "You little rascal, you've exhausted me. Even your dad doesn't kiss me for this long." I laughed and said, "Dad can kiss me every day. I only get this chance now." Mom laughed and got up to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still lying in bed and said, "Get up, my lazy son." "No, I want Mom to pull me up," I said coquettishly.

Mom reluctantly bent down to pull me up. Just then, I saw Mom's breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. I was stunned. They were so big and white, and it seemed like she wasn't wearing a bra... Seeing my strange expression, Mom hesitated for a moment, then immediately realized why and turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I muttered to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely." I sat up, put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and said, "Mom, I want... I want to see." "No, we're mother and son, this won't do." "Then why did you help me that time?" "That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already gone wrong, we can't continue down that path." "Mom's breasts are for me to breastfeed, aren't they? I even suckled on them when I was little. Besides, look at me..." I turned my mother around so she could see my erect penis.

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

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

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

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

My mother, seeing my stunned expression, said coquettishly (which sounded absolutely coquettish to me), "Haven't you seen enough?" "Not enough, not enough, I can never get enough of someone this beautiful." "You're so cheeky." I looked up at my mother; she seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes darting away, looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect penis and asked with concern, "Is it painfully swollen?" I cried out from the bottom of my heart, "Yes!" My mother said lovingly, "Poor thing." I hurriedly asked, "Mom, can you do it like last time?" My mother looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you'd take advantage of me. Let me put on my clothes." I wasn't about to let her go, so I grabbed her hand and pressed it onto my penis.

She tried to struggle, but I held on, and she gave up after a while. She carefully helped me pull down my underwear and placed her hand on my burning hot penis. She seemed not to have expected it to be so hot, and pulled her hand back slightly, but immediately grabbed it again. Gently stroking it gave me the feeling of flying to the clouds again. I couldn't help but pull my mother closer, put my arm around her shoulder, and kiss her on the lips. My mother had just said, "Don't touch me like that," when her beautiful red lips were sealed by mine.

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

I was sucking on my mother's fragrant tongue, with her full breasts pressed against me, the sensation so clear I could feel her nipples pressing against me, and my lower body being stimulated by her small hand. This three-pronged stimulation made me feel almost ecstatic.

Soon, I reached my climax. Perhaps because of her previous experience, my mother knew I was about to ejaculate. She struggled to break free from my mouth, grabbed a piece of cloth-like material, and placed it on my penis, while her hand continued to stimulate me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of fluid gushed out.

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

Seeing that I was awake, my mother laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, getting my pajamas all messed up..." I said apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry, let me wash them for you." "Who said you had to wash them?" Looking at the way my mother spoke, I felt it was the same way she often spoke to my father, a kind of seductive air. Could it be...

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

I suggested buying a bikini, but Mom disagreed, saying that at her age, why would she wear a bikini? It would be too embarrassing. I said that Mom has such a good figure, it would be a waste not to wear a bikini.

As I said this, Mom looked at me shyly, while I smiled smugly. When we got to the counter, the saleswoman saw the mother and son buying bikinis and said, "Sister, you're so lucky to have such a filial son." Mom was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.

After buying the swimsuit, Mom seemed to lose interest in shopping. I was eager to see her in a bikini, so I dragged her to grab a quick bite and then to the beach not far from our hotel. It wasn't crowded, and the water was relatively clean.

When I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the sand, under the bright sunshine, I saw a beautiful woman standing on the beach in a bikini. Her long hair was styled in a bun, which accentuated the length and graceful lines of her neck. Her

full, curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the bikini. That was my mother.

Seeing me staring at her blankly again, Mom knew I was up to something again, so she sat down to stop me from looking so unabashedly. I sat down next to her and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful." Mom didn't say anything, gazing thoughtfully at the undulating sea. I didn't know what she was thinking; maybe she was thinking about Dad, maybe…maybe she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of this morning, just like me.

I took Mom's hand and we walked towards the beach. Mom didn't say anything either, letting me hold her hand as we headed towards the swimming area.

We swam slowly. Mom had taught me to swim, but she seemed a little distracted. A wave hit, and Mom choked on water, her swimming movements becoming erratic. I quickly grabbed her. At 17, I was tall and strong. I held Mom's waist, trying to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," as we swam back.

Once ashore, I helped my mother sit down. She leaned on my shoulder, seemingly exhausted, coughing up the seawater she had swallowed. Looking at her face, red from the water, I felt a pang of heartache. I pulled her into my arms, letting her head rest on my chest, and patted her shoulder to comfort her.

After a while, she recovered, suddenly realizing she was leaning on my chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, and looked at me. Now I knew her blush wasn't from the water, but from being against her son's chest. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. I said, "Mom, let's go back. The sun's strong today; we don't want you to get a tan." My mother smiled and agreed.

Because we changed our plans, we didn't get back to the hotel until after 2 PM, still early for dinner, and not enough time to go out again. We had no choice but to rest in the room. After showering and changing, my mother and I sat in the room, unsure what to say. To break the awkward silence, my mother suggested watching TV.

I turned on the TV and saw that the hotel's closed-circuit television was playing an American blockbuster. A couple was having sex; the footage wasn't explicit, but it was beautifully shot, though everyone knew it was sex. My mother was embarrassed to watch, but I had the remote, and I watched intently, finding it beautiful.

Finally, the sex scene on TV ended, and the protagonists started a gunfight and chase. I lost interest and turned to look at my mother. She had just showered, her hair still wet and draped over her shoulders, and her rosy lips reminded me of our passionate encounter that morning. I jumped over and sat beside her, kissing her.

My mother didn't flinch, letting me kiss her lips. But I kissed her too hard, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the bed. This was unexpected, of course, but I reacted quickly, pressing my entire upper body against hers.

Even through her clothes, I could feel the protrusion of her breasts, a sensation different from that of the morning.

I began exploring my mother's mouth, and it took several tries before I finally caught her tongue, and we began to intertwine and suckle. At first, my mother passively let me suckle, but slowly, she began to respond, her tongue skillfully touching my tongue and lips. This skillful kiss was naturally better than my recklessness, and for a moment we were both intoxicated.

After kissing for who knows how long, I felt my mother's body getting warm, and then I remembered that there were still many places on my mother's body waiting for me to explore. So I started kissing my mother's face, and then her neck, and my mother's breathing gradually became more heavy.

Because I had dirtied her one-piece nightgown, my mother was wearing another set of nightgowns. When I impatiently lifted my mother's top, I found that she was wearing a black bra. The snow-white skin paired with the black bra was indeed a strikingly alluring contrast.

I reached out to lift the bra, but it was tightly closed, and there were no clasps, leaving me at a loss.

Knowing I was helpless, Mom pushed me away, took off her shirt, and reached behind her back. Her bra suddenly sagged, and I realized the clasp was in the back. I quickly took the bra off for her and then pressed her back onto the bed.

I held her heaving breasts like precious treasures, gently squeezing them. Seeing no adverse reaction from Mom, I started playing with them. One hand couldn't hold her full breasts, so I used both hands to knead one breast at a time.

Watching her breasts change shape in my hands was incredibly stimulating. Looking at her reddish-brown nipple, I couldn't resist kissing it. But when I took her nipple into my mouth, she trembled. I began to suckle passionately, as if nursing. Mom stroked my head, and it felt like we were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that Mom's breasts were dry, and the son suckling was now an adult with a hard penis.

As I rubbed and suckled, Mom's chest heaved even more, and she made soft moaning sounds. When I released her breasts and moved my lips downwards, Mom held my head still with her hands and said in a tired voice, "Good son, no, we can't go any further. We'll make a mistake." At that time, I didn't know what sex was like; I had only seen couples on TV with their clothes off, the man on top of the woman, their buttocks moving constantly. I just felt my penis getting hard and wanted to hold Mom's soft body tightly. I knew I wanted to have sex with Mom, but I didn't know exactly how, so when Mom said that, I froze.

Then Mom said again, "Do you want to have sex with Mom like in the movies?" I nodded vigorously. At this moment, Mom sat up, took her pajamas and covered her chest, slowly saying, "Child, we are mother and son, we can't do that." "But, but Mom, you helped me masturbate and let me kiss your breasts, isn't that sex?" Mom blushed again when she heard me say "masturbate," but she continued, "Yes, Mom shouldn't have done that. Last time I promised to reward you, and I was afraid you'd hurt yourself by holding back, so... But today I don't know what came over me... Anyway, we've already made a mistake, we can't continue down that path, otherwise it'll be... incest." I knew what incest meant, but hearing it from Mom was still very exciting, and I'd never thought there was anything wrong with incest. So without thinking, I said, "Mom, I love you so much, I like you so much, I want to be with you." Mom said angrily, "No, if you keep doing this, Mom won't talk to you anymore." I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, all my passion vanished instantly, and I slumped onto the bed, silent. After getting dressed, Mom saw how disappointed I was and felt a pang of guilt. She put her arms around my head and said, "My dear child, Mom loves you very much too. It's all my fault for making you so excited, and...sigh, we really can't do anything to betray your father." Hearing Mom say this, I was overcome with grief and burst into tears. Between sobs, I said, "Mom, do you know how much I love you? I really need you." Mom was flustered by my crying and could only keep stroking my head, unable to say anything.

After crying for a while, I felt ashamed of myself. I looked up and saw that my mother's eyes were also full of tears. I wiped away her tears and asked, "Mom, do you love me?" "Yes, of course I love you. What mother doesn't love her son?" "Then do you love me more or Dad more?" My mother thought for a moment and said, "Of course I love you more. You're a piece of my flesh." "Then you love me, and I love you too. Why can't we be together?" "Good child, my love for you is different from my love for your father. You'll understand when you grow up." After saying this, my mother got up and sat on the bed. I knew there was no point in saying anything more, so I gave up.

In the following days, although my mother and I explored all of Qingdao, there was a knot in our hearts, and we weren't very happy. About a week later, we went home.

The summer vacation of my second year of high school passed quickly. My relationship with my mother seemed to have returned to what it was before, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wonder if my mother felt the same way.

School started and I was so busy with schoolwork. I studied mechanically, doing homework and reviewing every day. I also became more and more quiet at home. My dad thought I was becoming more sensible, but my mom could tell that I was somewhat absent-minded.

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

After lunch, I went back to my room, unable to concentrate on studying, just lying on my bed randomly flipping through books.

Then, my mom knocked on the door and said, "It's Mom, open the door." I opened the door and went back to bed.

My mom came over and said, "Honey, what do you want to say to me?" I said defiantly, "I already said everything I needed to say in Qingdao." "Don't you think that's cruel to me? Do you think I feel any better? How do you think I feel seeing you like this?" These three questions stunned me and made my mom cry. Seeing my mom cry, I panicked.

I quickly pulled my mother to sit down on the bed, wiped away her tears, and said, "Mom, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now, my mind is so chaotic." My mother looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, looking deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all my fault, I set a bad precedent for you." I hurriedly said, "No, it's my fault, I'm the one who's been overthinking all the time, and I've made you worry about me." Hearing this, my mother was moved and hugged me tightly, and I hugged her back just as tightly. The misunderstanding between mother and son vanished.

As I savored the scent of my mother's hair, she said in a soft voice, "If you still want it, Mom can let you... but I have two conditions." I was surprised, but I pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Mom." "First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, Mom and I can't really make love. Mom can let you kiss me and help you with my hands, but we can't have anything else, okay?" I looked at my mother's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears again, and said, "No, Mom, I don't want to put you in a difficult position." "Silly child, how could Mom put you in a difficult position? Don't worry, Mom has made up her mind, just don't let your father know." At this moment, what could I say? I closed my eyes and kissed my mother.

Perhaps because of what she had just said, or perhaps because it had been more than two months since I had kissed my mother, this time it was especially intoxicating, and my mother was even more cooperative than when we were in Qingdao. Of course, my lower body began to get incredibly hard again.

My mother felt it too; she pushed me away, unbuttoned her shirt, and even helped me take off my pants. Just like last time, I rubbed my mother's breasts until she helped me masturbate until I ejaculated. This time I ejaculated a lot, and of course, it felt very good. My mother carefully cleaned me up before getting dressed.

From then on, to avoid disappointing my mother, I started to focus on my studies again, and my mother would help me masturbate about once a week, sometimes twice, depending on whether there was an opportunity, because we had to hide from my father. Sometimes, when there wasn't enough time, my mother wouldn't take off her clothes, but would let me touch her through her clothes or through them. As the weather got cooler, we mostly did it through our clothes. We

developed a tacit understanding. When I really wanted it, I would whisper to her, "Mom, I miss you," while serving her food before dinner. And when my father said he had to go out that night, we would quickly exchange glances, and after he left, my mother would come to my room. All the intimate acts took place in my room. I had asked to do it in the living room or my mother's room, but I was never allowed to.

New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye. I did well on a relatively formal mock exam, and with my mother's 43rd birthday at the end of January, the whole family was very happy. Unfortunately, my father had to go to Shanghai on a business trip and wouldn't be back until before the Spring Festival, so he wouldn't be home for my mother's birthday. Before leaving, my father told me to give my mother a good birthday celebration. I thought to myself: I'll shoot a lot of flowers in my mother's hands;

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

Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished, and my mother was a little weak. I helped her sit down on the bed and cleaned up the leftovers. When I came back, my mother was slumped on the bed; I didn't know if she had fallen asleep. I had no choice but to carry her to her bed.

Looking at my mother's slumbering, begonia-like face, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust and began to undress her. My mother was limp all over, and it took me a lot of effort to remove her top. I fondled her breasts for a while, but my attention quickly shifted to her lower body. Although I'd had so many intimate encounters with my mother, I'd only ever seen her in her underwear. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I carefully removed her outer pants and long underwear, leaving only her underwear. My mother's full thighs were laid out before me, and I stroked them up and down before finally deciding to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of my mother's body was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally fully revealed before me. Her

upper body had the full breasts I knew all too well and could never get enough of looking at; her lower body had sparse pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from the hair on my body. I parted my mother's thighs, and between her legs, I saw a brown slit. I knew that was a woman's vulva; that's where I came into this world.

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

During this process, my mother only groaned a few times; I knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged into my mind.

My mother didn't want me to have sex with her, so why not take this opportunity… Without further ado, I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both of us under the covers. I rushed to press my body against my mother's. At this moment, I knew what love was. I lay on top of my mother, kissing and touching her for a while, until my penis was so engorged that I couldn't stand it anymore, and then I began to attack my target.

This movement made me realize that it was not simple. My mother was drowsy and didn't move, and I couldn't find the right spot. I tried several times but couldn't get it right, and I was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Just then, Mom's hand moved slightly, seemingly guiding my penis. I immediately found the right position, and with a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tightly enveloping me; though not as tight as during masturbation, the feeling was even more intoxicating. I began to move involuntarily, my movements gradually becoming more practiced as I discovered the most comfortable way to move.

I glanced at Mom and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she was enduring something.

I realized then that Mom was awake, and that her earlier movement had been intentional. Excitedly, I kissed her. But when I touched her lips, her furrowed brow relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So that's what Mom had been holding back from moaning.

With my vigorous thrusting, Mom's breathing and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Thankfully, after so many masturbations, I had gained experience in controlling ejaculation, and I managed to suppress the urge several times.

I don't know how many times I thrust, but my mother's vagina was soaking wet.

Suddenly, she hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently a few times. It was as if she had used up all her strength, and she went limp again. I didn't know what was happening, and I continued to thrust deeply.

Finally, I couldn't hold back the urge to explode any longer, and a stream of semen shot deep into my mother's vagina like a bullet.

Exhausted, I lay panting on top of my mother, who also lay limply. After a long, long time, I noticed my mother had opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complex in her eyes that made me a little uneasy.

I asked softly, "Mom, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "Angry that I took advantage of you while you were drunk, and..." Mom smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get Mom, but if I were really drunk, could you even get in?" I knew Mom was referring to her helping me penetrate, and I said shyly, "That was my first time." Mom looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to Mom." "I'm so happy I gave it to Mom." "Mom's happy too." At that moment, Mom and I both felt that the area where we were joined was very wet and cold. When we separated, we saw that our lower bodies were almost completely soaked. There was a large wet patch on the sheets, and our bodily fluids were mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. My previously erect penis was now limp and hanging between my legs.

I saw Mom looking at my penis, as if she was mocking me, so I quickly changed the subject and said, "Why don't we go take a shower?" Mom didn't say much and just told me to go first.

I went to the bathroom and started washing. A little while later, Mom came in, also naked, and stood under the showerhead to wash with me. As Mom washed her hair, I saw the white foam sliding down her head, from her breasts to her genitals. This unusual stimulation made me hard again. I slowly moved closer to Mom, and she noticed. She rinsed the foam off her head and opened her eyes to look at me. I was once again captivated by her loving gaze.

I cautiously asked, "Mom, didn't you used to forbid me from…?" Mom smiled and said, "This was unexpected, too. I was a little groggy just now. You carried me to bed, and when I came to my senses, you were thrusting around wildly. You made me feel itchy too, and I really didn't want to disappoint you, so…" I excitedly hugged Mom and began to kiss her passionately. Soon, we were both incredibly excited. After drying ourselves, we somehow ended up back on the bed. This time, while not exactly smooth sailing, it was much better than before. I penetrated her for a full half hour, during which time my mother trembled twice.

Finally, I ejaculated deep into her womb. The continuous battle left both my mother and me exhausted. That night, I held my mother and slept soundly.

The next morning, when I woke up, my mother was already up, sitting at her dressing table combing her hair. She was wearing the same nightgown I had used in Qingdao, which was now covered in my semen. I became excited again, jumped up, and tried to kiss her, but she stopped me, saying, "Child, don't do this. Although we... we can't continue like this without restraint. After all, I'm your mother, and I know you're young, and once you experience this, it's easy to become unrestrained. If your father finds out, it'll be all over. So, I need to make a few conditions with you." I knew my mother was right, so I let her continue. "We'll still do what we always have. As long as you study hard, Mom will give you what you want. But you can't be too explicit, okay?" Hearing that I could still have sex with Mom, I obediently said, "Mom, whatever you say." Mom smiled and said, "Good girl, go wash your face and brush your teeth." But I was still hard, so I held onto Mom and said, "Mom, I want it, Dad's not here anyway." Mom flicked my forehead and said, "I knew you'd say that." Before she finished speaking, I had already picked her up and put her on the bed.

My hands roamed over Mom's body, arousing her desire as well. Her two round, large breasts began to swell and harden under my touch, and her legs began to loosen. I helped Mom take off her nightgown, and while the iron was hot, I spread her thighs apart and intentionally probed her vagina with my hand, thrusting in and out shallowly.

Gradually, Mom became very wet down there. She grasped my thick penis and guided it into her vagina. I pressed Mom down beneath me, and my penis began to thrust rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, left and right. The extreme pleasure made Mom incredibly happy, and she began to moan loudly.

Mom had completely forgotten about moral boundaries; she eagerly enjoyed this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts. I kissed Mom, savoring her fragrance, and in the midst of the intense movements, I ejaculated again. Mom, immersed in unparalleled joy, nestled limply against my chest.

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

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

Since having real sex with Mom, I started paying attention to Dad and Mom's sex life. They did it about once a week, usually on weekends. Mom didn't moan much during sex; at least I couldn't hear a sound from outside the door. I only knew that Mom would go to the bathroom to wash up shortly after they went to bed, so they must have already done it.

This puzzled me. Mom would moan when she was with me, sometimes quite loudly. Did she and Dad have a bad sex life?

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

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

My mother said, "Hurry up." I immediately carried her to the sink, pulled down my pants, and thrust into her. Because she was already very wet, it went in easily. I thrust hard, and my mother, holding me, tried desperately to remain silent.

But because I thrust so quickly and deeply, she couldn't help but moan. Soon, she reached orgasm, and I, too, ejaculated due to the novel position and forbidden pleasure. My mother and I quickly tidied up and went back to our rooms. My heart, which had been pounding, finally settled down the next morning when nothing seemed amiss.

Later, I asked my mother again why she moaned when she was with me but not with my father. She said shyly, "You're so young, and you're so thick and hard. I moan because I feel good." Seeing her shy expression, I realized that I had surpassed my father in sexual matters. For my mother's sexual happiness, I secretly vowed to study hard and, more importantly, to make love with her properly.

Soon, the second semester of my senior year of high school began. Because I had a real physical relationship with my mother, my sexual desire was released, and I felt that it would be a disservice to her if I didn't study hard, so I studied very diligently. Of course, when I went home, my mother would always reward me.

We seized every opportunity to make love, although each time was very short and a bit rushed. We would almost start as soon as we took off our clothes and immediately put them back on afterward, but I still felt very comfortable, especially my mother. She became more and more open, moaning loudly whenever we made love, and almost every time she reached orgasm.

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

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

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

I didn't feel much pressure about the college entrance exam because I knew I'd get into a top university, and I'd taken so many tests that I was practically numb to it. But I couldn't miss the chance to be alone with my mom. Grandpa had barely left when I hugged her, and her face flushed again.

Even though we'd done it so many times, maybe it's because we're still mother and son; she always blushed when I hugged and kissed her. Mom whispered, "You have an exam tomorrow, you need to rest today." I kissed her and said, "Being with Mom is the best rest." I quickly undressed her, stripping her naked like a lamb. Since we had plenty of time, I decided to flirt with her. I put her on the bed, and after some kisses and caresses, my mouth went to her genitals. Mom knew what I was going to do and quickly said, "No, you can't kiss there." But I had already started. I gently sucked on her labia, occasionally nibbling at her bright red clitoris.

With my sucking and licking, Mom gradually became aroused.

Her thighs slowly clamped around my head, her skin gently undulating with my movements. She murmured, "Mom can't take it anymore, good boy, Mom can't take it..." Since it was my first time giving my mother oral sex, the unusual stimulation quickly brought her to orgasm. A torrent of fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, which I swallowed, leaving her genitals soaking wet.

After a long, labored breath, she said softly, "You're killing me, come on... I'll let you have your fill tonight." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her. I couldn't resist any longer and thrust my erect penis into her vagina. She cooperated by opening her legs, revealing her vulva for easy penetration.

I was already experienced with this, so I guided my penis, aiming the head at her vagina, and gently inserted it. Although she was already soaking wet, she still let out a soft moan as my large penis entered. The warm, comfortable sensation of my penis being tightly enveloped by my mother's narrow, fleshy opening excited me so much that I thrust my entire penis into her warm, tight vagina.

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

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

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

Because of the exam the next day, my mother only did it twice before forbidding me to continue, so I could only fall asleep holding her.

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

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

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

After the college entrance exam, it felt like everything in the world had been done. I had nothing to do all day, which was supposed to be relaxing, but it was even more unbearable than having something to do. My mind was no longer on studying; all that remained was Mom.

Since I started giving Mom oral sex, I became obsessed with it, and Mom seemed to enjoy it too. In the following times we made love, we would give each other oral sex first, getting very excited before penetration, which made the orgasms even more intense. We really enjoyed it.

Dad had suggested that Mom and I go out again, but Mom was too busy with work and couldn't get away, so we had to give up. Mom even apologized to me for giving me oral sex until I ejaculated. Actually, it wasn't necessary. How could I force Mom when she had her own difficulties?

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

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

When my mother saw me like this, she knew I had come to bring rain gear. She quickly ran over, pulled me into the room, closed the door, and hugged me tightly, ignoring my soaked clothes. She said, "Good boy, Mom knew you were good.

Come on, take off your wet clothes, don't catch a cold." As she spoke, she helped me take off my wet shirt.

I'm already an 18-year-old young man, and my well-developed muscles still left my mother, who had seen me countless times, somewhat stunned.

I watched her stare at my chest muscles, her fingers wiping the raindrops off my body, as if she were wiping her lover. I couldn't help but pull my mother into my arms. My mother leaned softly against me, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. I immediately became hard. My mother sensed it and said,

"Son, it's been a long time since you've done it with Mom, hasn't it? Come on, let Mom satisfy your craving today." With that, she knelt down, pulled down my pants, and I felt my penis enter that wet, soft place again. Under my mother's sucking, I felt an unbearable swelling down there, so I held my mother's head and began to thrust, as if I were penetrating her vagina. Before long, I ejaculated into my mother's mouth.

Strangely, this time my mother didn't spit out my semen as usual; instead, she swallowed it all.

I helped my mother up, and just as I was about to ask, she smiled and said, "My good boy, I love your things so much. I was shy before, but I really love it when you ejaculate inside me, whether it's in my mouth or..." Seeing her joyful and satisfied smile, my penis felt like it was on fire again. I suddenly picked her up and placed her on the desk. My mother knew what I meant and cooperated by lifting her skirt and taking off her underwear.

I reached out and touched her; she was completely wet, and her body trembled at the movement of my fingers.

I guided my rock-hard penis and slowly inserted it into my mother's body, beginning to slowly thrust in and out.

I kissed my mother's cheeks and neck as I reached in to caress her breasts, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I love you. I'm going to make you orgasm. Mom, are you comfortable?" My mother's breathing was rapid; she gasped, "Okay, okay, good son, make Mom orgasm." This time, I thrust for a long time, bringing my mother to orgasm almost three times. After I ejaculated again, my mother was too weak to even sit up, leaning against me for a long, long time before she recovered. I lifted my mother off the table and saw a wet patch on it, unsure if it was mine or hers. It took us quite a while to clean up. Then we sat on the sofa in the office, caressing each other and chatting until the rain subsided before going home.

From then on, my mother and I found this new place. On weekends, my mother often said she had to work overtime, while I would use the excuse of meeting up with classmates to sneak off to her office for a tryst. The desk, the bed, the filing cabinet—all became our favorite spots for making love. My father never suspected anything, and the people at my mother's workplace seemed lazy and never bothered us. That summer, my mother and I spent a very happy time together.

But good times are always short-lived. I was accepted into a prestigious university and was about to begin my studies in another city. The weekend before I left, my mother and I spent another day passionately entwined in her office.

Finally, I completed my studies with my mother's reward. But I knew that my mother's reward would never end, just as her love for me would never cease.

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