Kid, don't ejaculate inside.

In a certain city, on a bustling street, four or five teenagers were speeding along on bicycles, laughing and joking all the way. Among them was a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old, with a face as white as jade, short hair standing on end in a trendy style, and a black and blue school uniform with the words "Sixteenth Middle School" embroidered on the left shoulder. Although his face still showed signs of immaturity, it was clear that he would grow up to be a handsome young man.

The boy's brows were furrowed, as if he was troubled by something. A long-haired girl who was riding in front suddenly slowed down and rode alongside him. The long-haired girl was about the same age as the boy, with fair skin, clear eyes, and a small, delicate nose with fine beads of sweat. Her pink lips parted as she said, "Li Yuzhe, what are you thinking about? Look at your furrowed brow." Her face was full of concern.

Hearing Xiao Yao's words, I was jolted awake, realizing we were on the street. A little flustered, I said, "Nothing, just a little tired."

Ugh, I'd actually been fantasizing about my mother in the street! It seems the sudden thought that popped into my head this morning had a really strong impact on me. Afraid Xiao Yao would press me further, I quickly said, "Xiao Yao, I'm home. See you tomorrow." With that, I pedaled hard and sped into a residential complex.

My family lives on the third floor in a duplex, probably over two hundred square meters. I don't know when we moved in; we've lived here since I was born.

We're a typical family of three, quite wealthy. My father is the head of human resources at a well-known company. He's a smooth operator and knows how to read his superiors, which is why he got this lucrative position. Not counting the salary, the extra income alone is enough to cover our family's expenses. (Note: Some readers may think this is not a lucrative job, but I have personally witnessed a friend of mine give a red envelope of 2,500 yuan to get into a large company.) My mother has the easiest job. She is a flower arrangement teacher, handling flowers and plants all day long. Although the salary is not high, it is quite leisurely. My father has long advised my mother to stop working, since he is financially capable of supporting us. However, my mother has a good reason to say that it is to "cultivate her mind and character."

With a handsome face, tall stature, elegant demeanor, a wealthy family, and top grades in school, I naturally became the object of pursuit for the girls in school. I was their dream prince charming. Moreover, I was always willing to help others, which made me well-liked by teachers and classmates. In front of teachers, I was an obedient and well-behaved student; in front of classmates, I was the leader of the pack. From a young age, I was never involved in fights because no one dared to mess with me. My strength lay in my popularity. Regardless of whether you were right or wrong, when everyone was on my side, you became the target of everyone's ire!

With such good qualities, I should have had almost no worries. Unfortunately, since I was exposed to sex education at the age of twelve, I slowly changed. From the first erotic martial arts novel I read in the bookstore to the first DVD I bought in the video store, I had already changed. Although on the surface I was still a good student, in essence, I had slowly changed after being exposed to sex education.

Having spent a year on this subject, I can say I understand sex very well. I can accurately identify any part of a woman's body. But so far, apart from my mother, I haven't held the hand of any girl. People might think that with my background and looks, winning a girl's favor would be a piece of cake. Wrong! Wrong!

Wrong! Utterly wrong. There are plenty of girls who pursue me, but I don't dare approach them. I'd rather sit in front of the computer reading porn and masturbating than touch a girl who seems so easy to get. That would not only ruin a girl's life but also destroy the reputation I've worked so hard to build. They say people are afraid of becoming famous, just as pigs are afraid of getting fat. Now, I'm burdened by my reputation and can't hold hands with girls like ordinary boys.

Sometimes I even think that if I were unknown, I'd probably have a "wife" like my classmates by now. But reality is reality. It gave me almost perfect conditions, but I also lost a lot. No wonder the older generation often sighs, "Every gain has its price!"

Thinking of the classic incestuous novel I read last night, my heart raced, and my penis pressed tightly against my pants, throbbing painfully. I first

encountered incestuous novels last May. At the time, I loved fantasy erotica, watching the protagonist hunt for beauties everywhere. I got excited every time he acquired a woman, as if I were the protagonist. Later, I came across an incestuous martial arts novel where the protagonist raped his master's wife, which I found disgusting and repulsive. When I accidentally saw an incestuous novel about having sex with one's sister, I was shocked, utterly shocked. The content of this book completely transcended my understanding of sex. I simply couldn't imagine having sex with a family member?

Later, I came across many more articles like this, and gradually I stopped being averse to them. In fact, I felt a strange kind of excitement while reading them, especially the mother-son incest series. The excitement was incredibly intense, far stronger than incest with sisters, aunts, or maternal uncles—any blood relatives.

In my understanding, sisters, sisters-in-law, aunts, maternal aunts, etc., cannot compare to a mother. The deepest blood relationship is between mother and son; the son comes from his mother's body and returns to her body more than ten years later—something no other blood relation can match.

From last May until now, I've been indulging in erotic novels for a year, reading quite a few classics. Unfortunately, they were often fantasies of like-minded enthusiasts, many distorted by reality. I only considered it a way to release my desires, never thinking about how to actually possess a mother's body. But last night, a piece of erotic literature I read on Piaomiao Mountain Villa (just a little advertisement ^_^) completely overturned my understanding of the reality of mother-son incest. That night, I simply treated it as a classic to enjoy.

When I woke up this morning, the inappropriate article I wrote yesterday involuntarily surfaced in my mind. After much deliberation, I came to a conclusion: incest between mother and son is indeed possible! I immediately thought about what if I used this method on my mother. I considered everything, imagining what would happen to her if I actually violated her. After considering all the factors, I concluded that the probability was as high as 40%. As I thought about it, I couldn't help but feel excited, as if my mother had really been violated by me. After a while,

I came to my senses and was shocked by my own thoughts. That's my mother! How could I think like that? I quickly shook my head, banishing this filthy thought from my mind. But I didn't know that although I suppressed this thought, it was like a seed of evil, slowly sprouting in my heart...

From

childhood to adulthood, my mother has always been kind and gentle in my eyes, never letting me suffer any injustice. She is my safe haven. No matter what I did wrong, my mother was always the first to protect me and prevent me from getting hurt.

She is the person I respect most, with a respect that comes from the bottom of my heart.

Even after being exposed to erotic novels, I have never done anything like peeping at my mother while she showers or changes clothes, or stealing her underwear, because I feel that doing such things would be a desecration of her.

It seems the god of fate is deliberately playing tricks on us; something that should never have happened has quietly occurred…

…

The scorching summer has arrived like a tiger unleashed from its cage. People are taking off their clothes one layer at a time, hiding at home to enjoy the coolness brought by air conditioning. But the summer, like a tiger, doesn't seem to cool down because of people's escape; instead, it keeps rising, as if venting its dissatisfaction with people…

Although it's very hot today, with a temperature reaching 49 degrees Celsius, it can't affect my happy mood, because today my whole family is heading to Zhangjiajie to enjoy its famous scenic spots.

Because I did well on my final exams, my dad is going to reward me by taking us on a trip. How could I not be excited? After all, I'm quite playful.

Just as I stepped onto the bus to Zhangjiajie, my dad's phone rang. Dad hurriedly got out of the car to answer the phone, while Mom's smiling face now showed a hint of worry. My initially cheerful mood slowly turned sour after seeing Dad's apologetic face.

Because I knew exactly why Dad looked like that; it had happened a few times before. But I still looked on with hopeful eyes, hoping he would come with us, and sure enough, I expected it. Dad sighed, "Meizhen, something came up at the company that I have to deal with, so I can't go out with you..."

Seeing Mom's gloomy face, I knew she was angry. Dad looked at Mom, seemingly wanting to say something, but his lips moved and he didn't speak. He turned to me, patted my head, and said, "Xiaozhe, listen to Mom on the way. Don't run around, and don't lose Mom!"

Hearing Dad tell such a lame joke, I forced a smile. Dad gave us a deep look, sighed, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Just like that, Dad's words completely ruined our initially cheerful mood. We didn't speak the rest of the way. As the car drove onto the highway, the pungent smell of gasoline made me drowsy, and I slowly leaned against Mom and fell asleep.

While I was sound asleep, I felt an itch on my face. I instinctively scratched it, and the itch subsided, so I went back to sleep. But after a while, the itch returned, and I scratched again. Then it itch again, and I scratched again…

……………

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I realized someone was deliberately tickling me. Angrily, I opened my eyes, plotting how to punish the person who had so seriously disturbed my sleep.

When I looked up, I was greeted by a pair of large, smiling eyes, crescent-shaped eyebrows, a straight, delicate nose, rosy lips, flawless skin, and a snow-white neck. High, firm breasts, a slender waist, and a full, rounded bottom. Wasn't this my mother?

Seeing the teasing look in my mother's eyes, I knew it was all her doing. I snuggled into her arms and said sweetly, "Mom, I was sleeping so soundly, why did you wake me? Are we almost there?"

My mother probably found my whining amusing and chuckled, "Look at you, you silly goose! Get up, we're almost there."

Seeing her smiling face, I smiled too, and my unpleasant mood lessened considerably.

The car slowly pulled up inside a hotel, and the driver told everyone to get off and rest for the night. I was puzzled; driving at night is normal, so why stop to rest? Later, my mother told me that a little incident had happened while I was sleeping. Apparently, a part in the car had broken down during the drive, and the driver checked it and found it needed to be replaced. So he drove to the nearest hotel for us to rest for the night and then contacted other cars to pick us up.

Although everyone on the bus was grumbling and complaining, they mostly felt helpless and had no choice but to follow the driver to the hotel.

But something even more frustrating happened: the hotel didn't have enough rooms; it couldn't possibly accommodate so many people. The hotel owner apologized and asked us to squeeze in. My mother and I didn't argue, because we planned to find another hotel. But when the owner said there wasn't another hotel within a 30-mile radius, my mother and I felt a sense of despair.

Because we didn't argue with others, the owner gave us two options: a single room with a small bed, only big enough for one person, and a double room with two larger beds, big enough for two people, but we would have to share a room with a woman in her thirties.

I chose the first option without hesitation because I knew my mother was a germaphobe; she would never share a room with anyone other than my father and me. I also had the same germaphobia, and I thought even a small bed would be enough for my mother and me. After all, my mother is petite, like the women from southern China, and although I'm a boy and developing normally, I'm still shorter than my mother and quite thin.

My mother probably thought the same way and didn't object to my decision. We followed the hotel owner to the room.

But once we entered the room, my mother and I were dumbfounded. Was this even a bed? "So small? Two meters long and an arm's width." The shopkeeper was embarrassed and said, "I won't disturb your rest," before running away.

My mother and I both sighed. What could we do? We had to make do. I had planned for my mother to sleep on the bed and me on the floor, but she objected, worried I'd catch a cold. Although it was summer, it was only early summer, so sleeping on the floor wasn't an option.

After showering, I lay in bed and watched TV for a while. A wave of fatigue washed over me, and I slowly drifted off to sleep…

…

I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up with a start, my eyes snapping open. All I saw was darkness. After my eyes adjusted, slivers of moonlight shone through the curtains into the dark room. I estimated the time; it must be between two and three o'clock. I probably slept on the bus, because I wasn't sleepy at all; in fact, I felt quite energetic.

My mother was sleeping beside me, and a strong, pleasant fragrance wafted towards me, making me feel a little strange. Listening to my mother's even breathing and smelling her fragrance, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. A surge of heat coursed through my body, finally gathering in my lower abdomen. My penis hardened restlessly, throbbing against my underwear.

Instantly, scenes from incestuous stories flashed through my mind, finally settling on one I had recently read. My heart pounded, and my breathing became rapid.

Should I do it? I hesitated, but the scenes kept replaying in my mind. I could feel my reason slowly crumbling under the weight of desire, leading me step by step into the abyss of lust…

…

Finally, desire triumphed over reason. My heart pounded restlessly, slowly reaching out my claws towards my mother…

Having decided to violate her, I became calm. I slowly began to calm the pounding of my heart and the chaotic breathing in the darkness. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, my brain racing, analyzing the situation.

Because the bed was small, it was very cramped for two people to sleep together. I was lying flat, taking up almost half the bed, while my mother was on her right side with her back to me, only taking up about a third of the space. The bed was also quite soft, and if I moved too much, I might wake her, which would be counterproductive.

After analyzing the situation, I began to slowly turn over, very carefully, gradually raising my arms and using my hips and waist to rotate my body, while slowly moving my left leg.

Once I was fully turned, I let out a long breath, large beads of sweat streaming down my forehead. Although the air conditioner was blowing cold air, it couldn't quell the burning desire within me.

I stopped moving because I could clearly feel that my mother's even breathing became slightly erratic when I turned. I waited quietly, barely daring to breathe, straining my ears to the limit, mentally counting. Slowly, my mother's breathing returned to normal. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief; if I hadn't been careful enough and noticed the change, I might have failed completely.

After waiting quietly for a few minutes, making sure my breathing rhythm remained unchanged, I held my breath and slowly reached out my left hand towards my mother's shapely buttocks.

I needed to determine what she was wearing to bed. The sensation at my fingertips indicated it was smooth and soft, with subtle lines. I tried to analyze it, but after a long time, I still couldn't figure it out. I sighed inwardly; if I were a tailor, I would know what kind of fabric it was.

Since I couldn't tell, I had to take a risky approach. I mentally simulated the location of my hand, estimating it to be where her waist and buttocks met. I had to probe downwards. If it was smooth skin, then my mother was wearing briefs; if it was still soft and smooth, then it was pajamas. My hand slowly slid down, silently praying it was definitely underwear…

My fingers slowly touched a slightly harder substance. Slowing down a little further, I could clearly feel fine hairs. That slightly harder substance must be the edge of her underwear. My heart raced with excitement. I quickly took a deep breath to calm my agitated emotions.

I listened carefully to my mother's breathing and silently counted a few breaths. Her breathing rhythm was normal, still alternating between long and short breaths. But I was struggling with how to take off my underwear without disturbing her. Looking at the hazy moonlight behind the curtains, I guessed it was almost four o'clock. I was secretly anxious and couldn't come up with a good solution after thinking for a long time. Suddenly, I steeled myself, thinking, "This was wrong to begin with. Mom will find out anyway, and I'll still have to face it. Since it's wrong, I might as well continue down this path!"

Having made up my mind, I didn't hesitate. I slowly moved my hand to my mother's waist, touching her smooth skin. My heart pounded faster, but I ignored the rapid throbbing. I slowly moved my hand down her smooth skin. When I touched something harder, I figured it was her underwear. I slowly inserted my index finger into it, and after confirming it was underwear, I inserted my middle finger. Then, I pulled down slightly. The cool, slippery feel of my fingertip told me that my shameless fingers were violating my mother's most sacred place. While my attention was completely focused on my fingers, I didn't notice my mother's disordered breathing. I

continued pulling down, gradually encountering resistance. I increased the force, and the underwear was pulled down a little more. The resistance increased further as I pulled down, and I guessed it was where my mother's legs were pressing against. I abandoned the side that was being pressed down and shifted my target, reaching for the other side.

When I couldn't pull it any further, I stopped pulling and slowly lifted the thin blanket, letting the moonlight in.

In my expectant gaze, I saw a large expanse of snow-white skin—my mother's back. Below that, I saw her white panties, half-pulled open, revealing half of her fair buttocks, a dark cleft partially hidden. The other half was obscured by the panties, preventing me from seeing her face.

I slowly reached for the other half of the panties, bathed in moonlight. My heart pounded with excitement—if I could just pull this half open, I would succeed! My hands trembled as I gripped my panties and began to pull them down, little by little…

…

Persistence pays off, and I successfully pulled the panties down to my thighs, revealing her round, snow-white, plump buttocks. I couldn't wait to pull them off, grasping my erect penis and slowly moving towards my target…

…

When the head of my penis touched soft, smooth skin, I almost cried out in excitement. I took a deep breath and slowly advanced. As my penis gradually disappeared into the crevice of her buttocks, the elastic skin and cool surface stimulated me so much that I almost ejaculated prematurely.

My penis was tightly gripped by my mother's buttocks. After enjoying it for a while, I wasn't satisfied with just that. I slowly moved my body downwards. According to the simulation in my mind, I had to move downwards, making my penis stand at a 45-degree angle, and then thrust forward.

After adjusting the angle, I took a deep breath and slowly thrust forward. As I advanced, my glans touched a soft, warm spot. I wasn't sure if it was my mother's vagina, but I felt it beckoning me to enter.

Without hesitation, I began to push upwards. When my glans entered that unusually warm place, my mother's buttocks clamped tightly around me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't go any further. I was startled—my mother knew!

I stopped moving, my mind racing, considering all the possibilities. My mother's buttocks remained tightly gripping my penis.

I kept thinking, my mother is awake, which means she knows what I did. Suddenly, a possibility occurred to me: I was on the right track—not an anus, but my mother's vagina, the place where I was born. Otherwise, my mother wouldn't have reacted so strongly. Although I had never tried anal sex, the slight wetness from my glans told me the answer: vaginas have lubrication.

That's why Mom stopped me, probably hoping I'd give up. Her silence showed she was also embarrassed and hesitant to speak, but she showed it through her actions. Would I give up? No, absolutely not.

Giving up at this point would mean all my previous efforts were wasted. Most importantly, this was a one-time opportunity. If I gave up, even if another chance came, Mom would be wary and wouldn't give me another chance. My mind raced. I thought to myself, "This is a one-time opportunity; I can't give up like this."

Calming down, I immediately analyzed the situation. To move forward, I had to lift Mom's legs or push them upwards. I immediately rejected the former. If I timed it right, pushing Mom's legs open while simultaneously using my lower back, I could catch her off guard and succeed.

As I grabbed Mom's legs and pushed upwards, she realized my intention. Unfortunately, when she tried to stop me, she felt something like a red-hot iron rod deeply penetrate her body. Mom shuddered, her mouth opened wide but no sound came out, and her face turned as pale as paper.

As I pushed my mother's legs apart, I thrust my hips forward, penetrating deeply into a place I had never experienced before. My first sensation was intense heat; my penis felt like it was being squeezed by a sponge, something soft constantly pressing against it, as if it were being drawn in by something, like circles enveloping it.

I couldn't help but groan, my pubic bone pressed tightly against my mother's buttocks, my penis buried deep inside her body. I kept asking myself, "Is this my mother's vagina? Is this a woman's body?" It felt so good, so warm, so soft!

Enjoying the warm massage of her vagina, I couldn't resist my primal urges. I grasped my mother's full thighs and began the most primal, the simplest movements, slowly wriggling.

With each withdrawal and insertion, the lust in my heart grew stronger and stronger, my whole body felt like it was on fire. With each withdrawal, I felt a coolness on the shaft, and with each thrust, a deep burning sensation traveled from the glans to my brain, an incomparably warm embrace enveloping my penis. My waist kept thrusting forward with force...

With each thrust, my penis grew harder and harder, my body grew hotter and hotter, and a surge of urination rushed up my penis. I knew I was about to ejaculate, but I was unwilling to give up. I didn't want it to end so soon. I wanted to continue. I wished I could stay inside forever and never come out.

I desperately tried to hold back the urge to ejaculate. Just then, my mother suddenly spoke, her voice very soft, but I still heard it: "Don't ejaculate inside." I was already unable to hold back, and hearing my mother's words aroused me even more. I let out a low growl, pressed myself tightly against my mother's buttocks, and forcefully thrust my penis into the deepest part of her vagina. Streams of semen continuously poured out from my urethra. With the rhythm of ejaculation, my body convulsed and trembled...

...

When everything fell silent, my softened penis slid out of my mother's vagina, and I lay on the bed, breathing heavily.

I slowly crawled back to my original position, feeling extremely regretful for everything I had just done. I really didn't want to affect our mother-son relationship because of this. If my mother stopped talking to me in the future, I really didn't know what to do.

After a while, my mother got off the bed. From her back, it seemed she had squatted down. After a while, I heard a "rustling" sound. I felt something soft being stuffed into my hand. I touched it and it was toilet paper. I held the toilet paper for a moment, then quickly wiped my softened penis.

Then I heard a "rustling" sound. I thought Mom was wiping too. Strangely, why didn't she scold me? That would make me feel better. What was Mom thinking? A wave of fatigue washed over me, and with those questions lingering, I drifted off to sleep…

[The End]

In a certain city, on a bustling street, four or five teenagers were speeding along on bicycles, laughing and joking all the way. One of them, a boy of about twelve or thirteen, had a face as white as jade, his short, trendy hair standing on end, and wore a black and blue school uniform with "Sixteenth Middle School" embroidered on the left shoulder. Although his face still showed signs of immaturity, it was clear that he would grow up to be a handsome young man.

The boy's brows were furrowed, as if he were troubled by something. A long-haired girl who had been riding in front suddenly slowed down and rode alongside him. The girl was about the same age as the boy, with fair skin, clear eyes, and a small, delicate nose with fine beads of sweat. Her pink lips parted as she said, "Li Yuzhe, what are you thinking about? Look at your furrowed brow." Her face was full of concern.

Hearing Xiao Yao's words, I was startled, realizing we were on the street. I said somewhat flusteredly, "Nothing, just a little tired."

Ugh, I had actually been fantasizing about my mother on the street. It seemed that the sudden thought that popped into my head this morning had had a really big impact on me. Afraid that Xiao Yao would continue to question me, I hurriedly said, "Xiao Yao, I'm home. See you tomorrow." After saying that, I pedaled hard and sped into a residential complex.

My family lives on the third floor. It's a duplex, probably over two hundred square meters. I don't know when we moved in; I've lived here since I was born.

We are a typical family of three, and we are relatively well-off. My father is the head of the human resources department at a well-known company. Because he is quite shrewd and knows how to read his superiors' minds, he was given this lucrative position. Not counting the salary, the extra income alone is enough to cover our family's expenses. (Note: Some readers may not think it's a lucrative position, but I have personally witnessed a friend of mine give a red envelope of 2,500 yuan to get into a large company.) My mother has the easiest job; she is a flower arranging teacher, handling flowers and plants all day long. Although the salary is not high, it is quite leisurely. My father has long advised my mother to stop working, since he is financially capable of supporting us. However, my mother has a valid reason, calling it "cultivating her mind and spirit."

With a handsome face, tall stature, elegant demeanor, a wealthy family, and top grades in school, I naturally became the object of pursuit for the girls in school. I was their dream prince charming. Moreover, I was always willing to help others, which made me well-liked by teachers and classmates. In front of teachers, I was an obedient and well-behaved student; in front of classmates, I was the leader of the pack. From a young age, I was never involved in fights because no one dared to mess with me. My strength lay in my popularity. Regardless of whether you were right or wrong, when everyone was on my side, you became the target of everyone's ire!

With such good qualities, I should have had almost no worries. Unfortunately, since I was exposed to sex education at the age of twelve, I slowly changed. From the first erotic martial arts novel I read in the bookstore to the first DVD I bought in the video store, I had already changed. Although on the surface I was still a good student, in essence, I had slowly changed after being exposed to sex education.

Having spent a year on this subject, I can say I understand sex very well. I can accurately identify any part of a woman's body. But so far, apart from my mother, I haven't held the hand of any girl. People might think that with my background and looks, winning a girl's favor would be a piece of cake. Wrong! Wrong!

Wrong! Utterly wrong. There are plenty of girls who pursue me, but I don't dare approach them. I'd rather sit in front of the computer reading porn and masturbating than touch a girl who seems so easy to get. That would not only ruin a girl's life but also destroy the reputation I've worked so hard to build. They say people are afraid of becoming famous, just as pigs are afraid of getting fat. Now, I'm burdened by my reputation and can't hold hands with girls like ordinary boys.

Sometimes I even think that if I were unknown, I'd probably have a "wife" like my classmates by now. But reality is reality. It gave me almost perfect conditions, but I also lost a lot. No wonder the older generation often sighs, "Every gain has its price!"

Thinking of the classic incestuous novel I read last night, my heart raced, and my penis pressed tightly against my pants, throbbing painfully. I first

encountered incestuous novels last May. At the time, I loved fantasy erotica, watching the protagonist hunt for beauties everywhere. I got excited every time he acquired a woman, as if I were the protagonist. Later, I came across an incestuous martial arts novel where the protagonist raped his master's wife, which I found disgusting and repulsive. When I accidentally saw an incestuous novel about having sex with one's sister, I was shocked, utterly shocked. The content of this book completely transcended my understanding of sex. I simply couldn't imagine having sex with a family member?

Later, I came across many more articles like this, and gradually I stopped being averse to them. In fact, I felt a strange kind of excitement while reading them, especially the mother-son incest series. The excitement was incredibly intense, far stronger than incest with sisters, aunts, or maternal uncles—any blood relatives.

In my understanding, sisters, sisters-in-law, aunts, maternal aunts, etc., cannot compare to a mother. The deepest blood relationship is between mother and son; the son comes from his mother's body and returns to her body more than ten years later—something no other blood relation can match.

From last May until now, I've been indulging in erotic novels for a year, reading quite a few classics. Unfortunately, they were often fantasies of like-minded enthusiasts, many distorted by reality. I only considered it a way to release my desires, never thinking about how to actually possess a mother's body. But last night, a piece of erotic literature I read on Piaomiao Mountain Villa (just a little advertisement ^_^) completely overturned my understanding of the reality of mother-son incest. That night, I simply treated it as a classic to enjoy.

When I woke up this morning, the inappropriate article I wrote yesterday involuntarily surfaced in my mind. After much deliberation, I came to a conclusion: incest between mother and son is indeed possible! I immediately thought about what if I used this method on my mother. I considered everything, imagining what would happen to her if I actually violated her. After considering all the factors, I concluded that the probability was as high as 40%. As I thought about it, I couldn't help but feel excited, as if my mother had really been violated by me. After a while,

I came to my senses and was shocked by my own thoughts. That's my mother! How could I think like that? I quickly shook my head, banishing this filthy thought from my mind. But I didn't know that although I suppressed this thought, it was like a seed of evil, slowly sprouting in my heart...

From

childhood to adulthood, my mother has always been kind and gentle in my eyes, never letting me suffer any injustice. She is my safe haven. No matter what I did wrong, my mother was always the first to protect me and prevent me from getting hurt.

She is the person I respect most, with a respect that comes from the bottom of my heart.

Even after being exposed to erotic novels, I have never done anything like peeping at my mother while she showers or changes clothes, or stealing her underwear, because I feel that doing such things would be a desecration of her.

It seems the god of fate is deliberately playing tricks on us; something that should never have happened has quietly occurred…

…

The scorching summer has arrived like a tiger unleashed from its cage. People are taking off their clothes one layer at a time, hiding at home to enjoy the coolness brought by air conditioning. But the summer, like a tiger, doesn't seem to cool down because of people's escape; instead, it keeps rising, as if venting its dissatisfaction with people…

Although it's very hot today, with a temperature reaching 49 degrees Celsius, it can't affect my happy mood, because today my whole family is heading to Zhangjiajie to enjoy its famous scenic spots.

Because I did well on my final exams, my dad is going to reward me by taking us on a trip. How could I not be excited? After all, I'm quite playful.

Just as I stepped onto the bus to Zhangjiajie, my dad's phone rang. Dad hurriedly got out of the car to answer the phone, while Mom's smiling face now held a hint of worry. My initially cheerful mood slowly sank after seeing the apologetic look on Dad's face.

I knew very well why Dad looked like that; it had happened a few times before. But I still gave him hopeful looks, hoping he would come with us, and sure enough, I did. Dad sighed, "Meizhen, something came up at the company that I need to handle, so I can't go out with you guys..."

Seeing Mom's gloomy face, I knew she was angry. Dad looked at Mom, seemingly wanting to say something, but his mouth moved and he didn't speak. He turned to me, patted my head, and said, "Xiao Zhe, listen to Mom on the way. Don't run around, and don't lose Mom!"

Hearing Dad's not-so-funny joke, I forced a smile. Dad gave us a deep look, sighed, and without saying anything, turned and left.

Just like that, Dad's words completely ruined our initially cheerful mood. We didn't speak for the rest of the journey. As the car drove onto the highway, the pungent smell of gasoline made me drowsy, and I slowly leaned against Mom and fell asleep.

While I was sleeping soundly, I felt an itch on my face and instinctively scratched it. The itch subsided, and I continued sleeping. But after a while, the itch returned, and I scratched it again. A while later, the itch returned, and I scratched again…

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Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, because I realized someone was deliberately tickling me. Angrily, I opened my eyes, plotting how to punish the person who had so seriously disturbed my sleep.

When I looked up, I was greeted by a pair of large, smiling eyes, crescent-shaped eyebrows, a straight, delicate nose, rosy lips, flawless skin, and a snow-white neck. High, firm breasts, a slender waist, and a full, round bottom. Wasn't this my mother?

Seeing the teasing look in her eyes, I knew it was all her doing. I snuggled into her arms and said sweetly, "Mom, I was sleeping so soundly, why did you wake me? Are we almost there?"

My mother probably found my whining amusing and chuckled, "Look at you, you silly thing! Get up, we're almost there."

Seeing my mother's smiling face, I smiled happily too, and my unpleasant mood lessened considerably.

The car slowly pulled up inside a hotel, and the driver told everyone to get off and rest for the night. I was puzzled; driving at night is normal, so why stop to rest? Later, my mother told me that a small incident had happened while I was sleeping. Apparently, a part of the car broke down during the journey, and the driver checked it and found that the part needed to be replaced. So he drove to the nearest hotel for us to rest for the night and then contacted other cars to pick us up.

Although everyone on the bus was grumbling and complaining, they mostly felt helpless and had no choice but to follow the driver to the hotel.

But something even more frustrating happened: the hotel didn't have enough rooms and couldn't accommodate so many people. The hotel owner apologized and told us to squeeze in. My mother and I didn't argue because we planned to find another hotel. But when the owner said there wasn't another hotel within 30 miles, my mother and I felt a sense of despair.

Because we didn't argue with others, the hotel owner gave us two options. The first was a single room with a small bed, only big enough for one person; the other was a double room with two larger beds, big enough for two people, but we'd have to share a room with a woman in her thirties.

I chose the first option without hesitation because I knew my mother was a germaphobe. She would never share a room with anyone other than my father and me. I also had the same germaphobia, and I figured even a small bed would fit my mother and me. After all, my mother was petite, typical of women from southern China, while I, though a boy and developing normally, was still shorter and thinner than her.

My mother probably thought the same way and didn't object. We followed the hotel owner to the room.

But once inside, my mother and I were stunned. Was this even a bed? It was so small! It was two meters long and only an arm's width wide. The owner was embarrassed and said, "I won't disturb your rest," before quickly running away.

My mom and I both sighed. What else could we do but make do? I had originally planned for my mom to sleep on the bed and me to sleep on the floor, but she objected, worried I'd catch a cold. Although it was summer, it was only early summer, so sleeping on the floor wasn't an option.

After showering, I lay in bed and watched TV for a while. A wave of fatigue washed over me, and I slowly drifted off to sleep…

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I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up with a start, my eyes snapping open. All I saw was darkness. After my eyes adjusted, slivers of moonlight shone through the curtains into the pitch-black room. I quickly estimated the time; it must be between two and three in the morning. I probably slept on the bus, because I wasn't sleepy at all; in fact, I felt quite energetic.

My mom was sleeping beside me, and her strong body fragrance wafted towards me, making me feel a little strange. Listening to my mother's even breathing and smelling her fragrance, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. A surge of heat coursed through my body, finally gathering in my lower abdomen. My penis hardened restlessly, throbbing against my underwear.

Instantly, scenes from incestuous stories flashed through my mind, finally settling on one I had recently read. My heart pounded, and my breathing became rapid.

Should I do it? I hesitated, but the scenes kept replaying in my mind. I could feel my reason slowly crumbling under the weight of desire, leading me step by step into the abyss of lust…

…

Finally, desire triumphed over reason. My heart pounded restlessly, slowly reaching out my claws towards my mother…

Having decided to violate her, I became calm. I slowly began to calm the pounding of my heart and the chaotic breathing in the darkness. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, my brain racing, analyzing the situation.

Because the bed was small, it was very cramped for two people to sleep together. I was lying flat, taking up almost half the bed, while my mother was on her right side with her back to me, only taking up about a third of the space. The bed was also quite soft, and if I moved too much, I might wake her, which would be counterproductive.

After analyzing the situation, I began to slowly turn over, very carefully, gradually raising my arms and using my hips and waist to rotate my body, while slowly moving my left leg.

Once I was fully turned, I let out a long breath, large beads of sweat streaming down my forehead. Although the air conditioner was blowing cold air, it couldn't quell the burning desire within me.

I stopped moving because I could clearly feel that my mother's even breathing became slightly erratic when I turned. I waited quietly, barely daring to breathe, straining my ears to the limit, mentally counting. Slowly, my mother's breathing returned to normal. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief; if I hadn't been careful enough and noticed the change, I might have failed completely.

After waiting quietly for a few minutes, making sure my breathing rhythm remained unchanged, I held my breath and slowly reached out my left hand towards my mother's shapely buttocks.

I needed to determine what she was wearing to bed. The sensation at my fingertips indicated it was smooth and soft, with subtle lines. I tried to analyze it, but after a long time, I still couldn't figure it out. I sighed inwardly; if I were a tailor, I would know what kind of fabric it was.

Since I couldn't tell, I had to take a risky approach. I mentally simulated the location of my hand, estimating it to be where her waist and buttocks met. I had to probe downwards. If it was smooth skin, then my mother was wearing briefs; if it was still soft and smooth, then it was pajamas. My hand slowly slid down, silently praying it was definitely underwear…

My fingers slowly touched a slightly harder substance. Slowing down a little further, I could clearly feel fine hairs. That slightly harder substance must be the edge of her underwear. My heart raced with excitement. I quickly took a deep breath to calm my agitated emotions.

I listened carefully to my mother's breathing and silently counted a few breaths. Her breathing rhythm was normal, still alternating between long and short breaths. But I was struggling with how to take off my underwear without disturbing her. Looking at the hazy moonlight behind the curtains, I guessed it was almost four o'clock. I was secretly anxious and couldn't come up with a good solution after thinking for a long time. Suddenly, I steeled myself, thinking, "This was wrong to begin with. Mom will find out anyway, and I'll still have to face it. Since it's wrong, I might as well continue down this path!" Having

made up my mind, I didn't hesitate. I slowly moved my hand to my mother's waist, touching her smooth skin. My heart pounded faster, but I ignored the rapid throbbing. I slowly moved my hand down her smooth skin. When I touched something harder, I figured it was her underwear. I slowly inserted my index finger into it, and after confirming it was underwear, I inserted my middle finger. Then, I pulled down slightly. The cool, slippery feel of my fingertip told me that my shameless fingers were violating my mother's most sacred place. While my attention was completely focused on my fingers, I didn't notice my mother's disordered breathing. I

continued pulling down, gradually encountering resistance. I increased the force, and the underwear was pulled down a little more. The resistance increased further as I pulled down, and I guessed it was where my mother's legs were pressing against. I abandoned the side that was being pressed down and shifted my target, reaching for the other side.

When I couldn't pull it any further, I stopped pulling and slowly lifted the thin blanket, letting the moonlight in.

In my expectant gaze, I saw a large expanse of snow-white skin—my mother's back. Below that, I saw her white panties, half-pulled open, revealing half of her fair buttocks, a dark cleft partially hidden. The other half was obscured by the panties, preventing me from seeing her face.

I slowly reached for the other half of the panties, bathed in moonlight. My heart pounded with excitement—if I could just pull this half open, I would succeed! My hands trembled as I gripped my panties and began to pull them down, little by little…

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Persistence pays off, and I successfully pulled the panties down to my thighs, revealing her round, snow-white, plump buttocks. I couldn't wait to pull them off, grasping my erect penis and slowly moving towards my target…

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When the head of my penis touched soft, smooth skin, I almost cried out in excitement. I took a deep breath and slowly advanced. As my penis gradually disappeared into the crevice of her buttocks, the elastic skin and cool surface stimulated me so much that I almost ejaculated prematurely.

My penis was tightly gripped by my mother's buttocks. After enjoying it for a while, I wasn't satisfied with just that. I slowly moved my body downwards. According to the simulation in my mind, I had to move downwards, making my penis stand at a 45-degree angle, and then thrust forward.

After adjusting the angle, I took a deep breath and slowly thrust forward. As I advanced, my glans touched a soft, warm spot. I wasn't sure if it was my mother's vagina, but I felt it beckoning me to enter.

Without hesitation, I began to push upwards. When my glans entered that unusually warm place, my mother's buttocks clamped tightly around me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't go any further. I was startled—my mother knew!

I stopped moving, my mind racing, considering all the possibilities. My mother's buttocks remained tightly gripping my penis.

I kept thinking, my mother is awake, which means she knows what I did. Suddenly, a possibility occurred to me: I was on the right track—not an anus, but my mother's vagina, the place where I was born. Otherwise, my mother wouldn't have reacted so strongly. Although I had never tried anal sex, the slight wetness from my glans told me the answer: vaginas have lubrication.

That's why Mom stopped me, probably hoping I'd give up. Her silence showed she was also embarrassed and hesitant to speak, but she showed it through her actions. Would I give up? No, absolutely not.

Giving up at this point would mean all my previous efforts were wasted. Most importantly, this was a one-time opportunity. If I gave up, even if another chance came, Mom would be wary and wouldn't give me another chance. My mind raced. I thought to myself, "This is a one-time opportunity; I can't give up like this."

Calming down, I immediately analyzed the situation. To move forward, I had to lift Mom's legs or push them upwards. I immediately rejected the former. If I timed it right, pushing Mom's legs open while simultaneously using my lower back, I could catch her off guard and succeed.

As I grabbed Mom's legs and pushed upwards, she realized my intention. Unfortunately, when she tried to stop me, she felt something like a red-hot iron rod deeply penetrate her body. Mom shuddered, her mouth opened wide but no sound came out, and her face turned as pale as paper.

As I pushed my mother's legs apart, I thrust my hips forward, penetrating deeply into a place I had never experienced before. My first sensation was intense heat; my penis felt like it was being squeezed by a sponge, something soft constantly pressing against it, as if it were being drawn in by something, like circles enveloping it.

I couldn't help but groan, my pubic bone pressed tightly against my mother's buttocks, my penis buried deep inside her body. I kept asking myself, "Is this my mother's vagina? Is this a woman's body?" It felt so good, so warm, so soft!

Enjoying the warm massage of her vagina, I couldn't resist my primal urges. I grasped my mother's full thighs and began the most primal, the simplest movements, slowly wriggling.

With each withdrawal and insertion, the lust in my heart grew stronger and stronger, my whole body felt like it was on fire. With each withdrawal, I felt a coolness on the shaft, and with each thrust, a deep burning sensation traveled from the glans to my brain, an incomparably warm embrace enveloping my penis. My waist kept thrusting forward with force...

With each thrust, my penis grew harder and harder, my body grew hotter and hotter, and a surge of urination rushed up my penis. I knew I was about to ejaculate, but I was unwilling to give up. I didn't want it to end so soon. I wanted to continue. I wished I could stay inside forever and never come out.

I desperately tried to hold back the urge to ejaculate. Just then, my mother suddenly spoke, her voice very soft, but I still heard it: "Don't ejaculate inside." I was already unable to hold back, and hearing my mother's words aroused me even more. I let out a low growl, pressed myself tightly against my mother's buttocks, and forcefully thrust my penis into the deepest part of her vagina. Streams of semen continuously poured out from my urethra. With the rhythm of ejaculation, my body convulsed and trembled...

...

When everything fell silent, my softened penis slid out of my mother's vagina, and I lay on the bed, breathing heavily.

I slowly crawled back to my original position, feeling extremely regretful for everything I had just done. I really didn't want to affect our mother-son relationship because of this. If my mother stopped talking to me in the future, I really didn't know what to do.

After a while, my mother got off the bed. From her back, it seemed she had squatted down. After a while, I heard a "rustling" sound. I felt something soft being stuffed into my hand. I touched it and it was toilet paper. I held the toilet paper for a moment, then quickly wiped my softened penis.

Then I heard a "rustling" sound again. I thought Mom was wiping too. Strangely, why didn't she scold me? That would make me feel better. What was Mom thinking? A wave of fatigue washed over me, and I drifted off to sleep, still wondering…

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