Stop pushing!

I remember one summer after I graduated when I was sixteen, I had played video games until late the night before, and this morning I was going shopping with my mom. My mom was thirty-nine years old that year, with the figure of an average working woman; any man would want to take a second look at her. "
Coming, coming, going shopping again!" I replied, my eyes aching and unable to open.
Growing up in a single-parent family, I've always been my mom's best helper when shopping. I can help her carry things and give her suggestions, so she often buys me toys or things I like. Therefore, I quite enjoy shopping with my mom. Today was like any other day. Mom was wearing a casual tracksuit with a short skirt, and I was in a half-length hip-hop outfit. We wandered around, buying whatever caught our eye. For some reason, we passed a Triumph store, and Mom stopped and went inside. I, too, just stood there, seemingly lost in thought. These days, lingerie stores aren't like they used to be; they boldly display sexy lingerie. Maybe I didn't notice at first, but right in front of me was a sheer thong set that looked incredibly revealing. As I stared at it, maybe because I'd just woken up, I started to get an erection.
I was too scared to move. Suddenly, Mom moved away from me, her back to me, towards the thong. Her beautiful buttocks brushed firmly against my penis. I panicked and quickly took a small step back. Mom didn't seem to care and continued looking at her clothes.
After a while, we said, "Let's go to the train station, let's go to the next place!" That concluded our visit to this area and we headed to our next shopping destination. Once on the train, being an electric train, it was usually quite crowded during the summer holidays. My mom and I were standing near the door, one in front of the other. For some reason, the crowd kept increasing, and my penis, which had just recovered from the swelling from walking, got even harder and harder from the jostling, bumping into my mom's buttocks. Since our clothes were so thin, could you say I couldn't feel it?
But I was worried about bumping into her, and the atmosphere was incredibly awkward. My mom sensed my unease and fidgeting, so she pretended to be calm to avoid making me even more anxious. So I remained pressed against her back, unable to move, swaying with the train. There was a mix of guilt and pleasure in this. And my mom? She just closed her eyes. Was she trying to escape? Or was she, like me, somewhat intoxicated? After
a minute or two, we finally arrived at our station. We got off the train one after the other, and my mom, feigning nonchalance, smiled and said, "Phew...we're finally here. Let's go to Sogo first." I nodded and followed her.
When we arrived at Sogo, the first thing Mom did was look for the restroom. I went in too, took out my penis to pee, and saw that the glans was covered in white, clear discharge. I quickly wiped it with toilet paper. After using the restroom, I went outside and waited for Mom as usual. Standing there, I wondered if she had the same discharge as me. After a long wait, Mom came out of the restroom. "Have you been
waiting long?" "Hmm…" I replied, and we continued shopping at the department store. As we walked, I don't know why, or maybe it was because Mom was different from usual after getting off the bus—like a young girl, jumping around and attracting men—I started paying attention to her body, looking at her hips, her breasts, her legs, every part of her. I was completely captivated by her. Mom seemed to sense that someone was watching her every move, so her movements were no longer the same as before; they became particularly graceful, as if afraid of giving a bad impression.
Sometimes she'd walk up behind me, grab my shoulder, and ask if something looked good, or intentionally or unintentionally bump into me with her bottom and body. Except for my younger brother, now, no matter what we do, like helping Mom carry money or bags, there's an unspoken understanding between us that we'll touch each other's bodies.
At mealtimes, Mom and I sit facing each other, and she doesn't shy away from eating with her chest out, as if afraid I'm not looking. I reluctantly eat my meal, resisting the temptation. After dinner, Mom and I went shopping again. We went into a clothing store, and Mom picked out an outfit to try on. When she came out, it was a top with an off-the-shoulder design on the right side and a short skirt with fringed lace on the left. "
Does it look good?" "Yulin!" The whole outfit accentuated Mom's figure. "Hmm, so pretty!" Mom bought it and continued shopping. "
Oh! It's almost four o'clock. Okay, it's time to go home," Mom said. "Let's go back to the station." "Okay!" We then headed towards the station. The train was still crowded once we boarded. My mother was also leaning against the door, while I stood behind her. I thought it wouldn't be as crowded this time, and it wouldn't be as awkward as last time. But to my surprise, my mother leaned back and pressed herself against my younger brother. Immediately, a physical reaction occurred between us. Because of the long-term repression and the current situation, I pretended that it was very crowded behind me and squeezed forward as well. The swaying of the train created an indescribable feeling between my mother and me. Perhaps it was animal instinct. Later, my mother moved her right buttock, which was pressed against my younger brother, to the right, placing her buttock crease on my younger brother. At this point, my younger brother was in a position for sex.
After one stop, more people got on the train, and my mother and I became even closer. At that moment, I don't know why, but I just wanted to put my penis in the most comfortable position. So I reached into my pocket and spread my hard penis forward, pressing the head against my mother's anus and vagina. Maybe it was because our clothes were thin, but the feeling was just like making love. I just wanted to see if I could push the other's underwear to the point of tearing it, so that we could both have each other. At this time, my mother still kept her eyes tightly closed, her hands gripping the railing, afraid of losing her balance. We kept pressing against each other like this until we got to the station to go home. After getting off the train, my mother came to her senses and walked forward, and I followed closely behind her. After leaving the train station, we got into a taxi, one on each side. Maybe the driver had been drinking, because he said, "Hey, are you two arguing? Why are you sitting so far apart?"
My mother's face turned even redder and a smile appeared on her face. When we got home, we went about our business as usual, nothing much changed. The only difference was that we paid closer attention to each other's movements and bodies. I did one more thing than usual: I had to go to the bathroom to masturbate. And later, during our shopping trips, it was a secret between our bodies, enjoying each other's company.
One time, Mom asked me to go shopping again. I had just finished showering and didn't have time to find my underwear, so I just put on my sweatpants and went out. I boarded the train with Mom as usual, and we snuggled comfortably together. My penis started to swell, pressing directly against Mom's vulva. But this time it felt different, more real. Mom was also different; her eyes were wide open, and her buttocks were constantly rubbing slightly against my penis, and she would push against me a little. This time, Mom even curiously touched her rear end, then quickly pulled her hand back. She turned her face and whispered, "Aren't you wearing underwear?"
Then I nodded. Mom closed her eyes again, her buttocks rubbing against me. This time, after rubbing for a while, I ejaculated. I ejaculated through three layers of clothing outside Mom's genitals. I stood there, trying to suppress the pleasure, and told Mom that my pants were wet, what should I do?
At that moment, Mom opened her eyes, turned her head, and took some tissues from her purse, saying, "Be careful, take this to wipe yourself first. I'll give you the purse to cover yourself later. Follow closely behind, and no one will see!"
At that moment, I felt much more at ease, as if a huge weight had been lifted from my heart. After leaving the station, we went to the Sogo restroom to freshen up
. After everyone came out, Mom chuckled and asked, "Can I have my purse back?" I nodded and said, "Yes, you can!" Mom was also happily shopping, and I followed happily behind her.
I wandered around, eating and shopping, having a wonderful time. We talked more than usual, chatting as we walked and ate, about her career and my studies, just like a couple. On the train home, since Mom hadn't bought anything this time, I could grab the same railing as her with my other hand, my other hand on her shoulder, my penis pressed against her vulva. Good heavens! I felt like my glans could go in, two or three centimeters in and out—it felt so different! Mom's eyes were wide open, as if she were watching my penis enter her vagina. My hand, gripping the railing, instinctively reached for Mom's buttocks. It felt strange, so real. Mom had already taken off her underwear. I put my hand back down, and then we pressed against each other even harder, trying to go five or seven centimeters, afraid someone would see us having sex.
Then Mom turned around and said my skirt must be wet, and I should follow closely behind her when we got off the train, or someone would see us. Then we continued to sway with the train. After that, maybe Mom got smarter. She went and bought herself a super thin pure cotton sports skirt and pants, and they were black, so no one would notice that they were wet. Although Mom didn't say anything when she gave them to me, we both tacitly wore them to the bus and shopping. Wearing the pants Mom bought this time was indeed different. It felt like I was only wearing a condom when I was outside. Before we even got on the bus, my brother had already gotten an erection. So we borrowed Mom's purse to cover it up. Once on the bus, as if we had been looking forward to it for a long time, we tried out the clothes. They were indeed different from last time. Almost two-thirds of the way in could be inserted. Mom's eyes were fixed on the door. We made love like this, gently, forcefully, and swaying. Especially when we changed tracks, that was the most comfortable time for us. She used the swaying to forcefully thrust my buttocks, and it felt so good. We just kept thrusting like that.
"Mom, I'm going to cum," I whispered carefully in her ear. At that moment, her buttocks arched even higher, and her vagina clenched even tighter. I released all my semen. After we got off the train, Mom kept touching her skirt and asking, "It's wet, can you tell?"
I kept saying, "Absolutely not." In the days that followed, Mom and I acted as if nothing had happened and never mentioned it. Whenever Mom said she was going out to buy something, I would always wear the sweatpants she had given me. Our actions became increasingly daring. Now we liked to do it in the train car and the aisle near the car. When I was about to ejaculate, we would move to the very back, and I would vigorously thrust my hips into her vagina to ejaculate. Sometimes I would ask Mom, "Doesn't it hurt?"
Mom always shook her head and said no, so we maintained a mother-son relationship that was separated by two layers of clothing. At home, we always maintained a good relationship. Then one summer evening during my second year of high school, usually around 7 pm when the news was on, I would go back to my room to do my own thing, like playing video games, reading comics, or thinking about Mom masturbating. Maybe I found video games boring and wanted to see Mom more after finishing my comics, so I sat in the living room and continued watching TV with her. But of all things, the news report had to be about a father raping his own daughter. For some reason, both my mom and I were blushing furiously. My mom pretended nothing was wrong, picked up the remote, and said, "What a nutcase!" Then she switched to an entertainment gossip program. Unfortunately, the program was discussing the most exciting places for sex. We were completely frozen on the sofa, and my mom was even more embarrassed to switch to anything else, afraid the TV would say something true. So we just watched the program. Then the TV started mentioning places like the countryside, in a car, in the kitchen, on a balcony, on a train...
Wow! This was really bad! My mom and I were terrified. The thing we least wanted to hear had been said. At that moment, I lifted my leg and put it on the sofa. Hearing this, my mom also casually put her leg on the side. Perhaps because we were both embarrassed watching TV, I didn't notice that her leg position was exactly where I could see her genitals.
Oh my god, Mom wasn't wearing underwear! After looking at her, I thought to myself, her swollen labia and those two petals were something I had never seen before. As time went on, my penis became increasingly aroused, while my mother became more and more focused on the TV interview. A small light seemed to emanate from her vagina. As she watched, she probably felt something flowing out of her vagina, so she pretended to turn her head to look. Seeing me staring at her, she probably didn't realize that her posture allowed me to see, and immediately put her feet back on the floor.
At this moment, I also immediately shifted my gaze to the TV. My mother later went into the bathroom, probably because she was embarrassed to go in and tidy herself up.
After a while, my mother returned to the sofa and, surprisingly, put her feet diagonally on the sofa, exactly the same as before. When I saw this action from the corner of my eye, and seeing that she seemed to be focused on the TV again, I secretly looked at her. She hadn't put on her underwear when she went to the bathroom, and the area of her vaginal wetness was even more pronounced.
I thought to myself, "She must have been masturbating inside." Looking at her vagina, opening and closing, I knew Mom really wanted me to give it to her, but I just couldn't bring myself to. We did it accidentally on the train, but how could I be so bold as to use my mom at home?
Twenty minutes passed, and I went to the bathroom to release all my pent-up desire. Three minutes later, I came out to the living room, and Mom and I sat in front of the TV like nothing was wrong, watching until bedtime before we went to our separate rooms. On Sunday, Mom and I took the train to go shopping, enjoying the thrill of lovemaking. We usually enjoyed watching gossip TV or sex education channels together. We had a tacit understanding: neither of us wore underwear. Mom would occasionally peek at her private parts, and I would stand up and pretend to drink water, walking past her to let her see my erection. Our mother-son entertainment seemed to be getting more and more interesting.
One time, Mom picked up the remote and, seemingly intentionally but not quite, started searching for channels. The TV began searching from channel 0, and the first thing that popped up was a sex program. I wondered when this channel appeared; it's a pay-TV channel! But I didn't think much of it. Mom kept pressing the remote, but couldn't turn it off. Maybe she was too nervous. "
Is there something wrong with the remote?" I said. "Maybe, it's weird. I just can't press it. It's strange."
So I took the remote from Mom and pretended to press it a few times, because I didn't want to turn it off, since I really hadn't seen it.
It seemed like it really was broken. Then, my mom and I, as if helpless, had no choice but to watch a sex show together. The sounds of the male and female protagonists touching and penetrating each other on TV really resonated with my mom and me. I watched for a short while and then rushed into the bathroom and ejaculated everywhere. My mom also went into the bathroom shortly after I came out of the living room. I think she probably did the same thing as me, and she released herself to her heart's content. After my mom returned to the living room, she put her feet on the sofa. I looked at her and saw that her vagina was slightly open and wet everywhere. I thought my mom must really want it. The next day, as soon as my mom came back, she said she was going to go shopping. I knew what my mom wanted to do.
In the car, unlike before when Mom would keep her hands properly in front, this time she grabbed my buttocks and pulled them forcefully towards hers. I think Mom really wanted to tear our clothes. After we got home, we showered separately and watched TV together. Although Mom knew the sex channel number, she was too embarrassed to press search and switched to our favorite program. This time, Mom wore a larger t-shirt that covered her underwear. Because she had been sitting for a long time, Mom got up to do some exercises, straightening her legs and stretching her arms. Immediately, Mom's genitals were fully exposed. Then she knelt on the sofa, holding onto the back of the chair and straightening her back with her buttocks sticking out. It was truly mesmerizing.
Later, Mom sat back down on the sofa and continued watching TV. We watched until we both went to the bathroom to masturbate before going back to our room to sleep.
This kind of life didn't change much until my senior year of high school. One day, my mother came home from work, and I was watching cartoons in the living room waiting for her to come home. Maybe because she had been working overtime at the company recently and was very tired at night, she hadn't watched TV with me. Today I was especially happy. I heard her humming as she went into the bathroom to take a shower. I don't know if she secretly bought it on the way or when. When she came out of the bathroom, I was so excited that I almost had a nosebleed.
She was wearing a thin-strapped, shiny silk nightgown, with her nipples clearly visible on it, and checkered ripped stockings. She looked like a TV drama heroine. Then, Mom switched the TV from cartoons to a sex program and sat on the sofa. She didn't shy away from running her hand over her genitals. I couldn't take it anymore. She became even bolder, directly inserting her fingers into her vagina. Seeing this, I slowly pulled down the front of my pants, and as I pulled, my penis sprang out. Afraid of being discovered by my mother, I carefully pressed my fingers against it. She was engrossed in masturbating in front of the TV and me, so she didn't notice that I had pulled down my pants and was carefully rubbing myself up and down with my fingers. At this point, it seemed like she was really going for it, and she thrust more and more intensely. I changed to gripping her hand, gripping faster and faster. I couldn't control my ejaculation anymore, so I cried out. My mother stared intently at me, watching as I ejaculated onto her chest, and she kept moaning and moaning. I think we both had orgasms.
After that, we started watching porn every night, her masturbating while I masturbated, but we didn't interfere with each other. If we wanted to have sex, we could only wait for Sunday shopping days. As the weekend approached, our shopping days increased. Maybe it's because I'm young and strong, but I masturbate with my mother almost every day while watching TV. Recently, it's gotten even more extreme; we'll call out to each other while watching, as if we want to be with each other.
This really happened a few days ago. Before, Mom sat at the other end of the sofa next to me, and I sat in the middle. Now, Mom sat at the end of the sofa closest to me, and I sat at the end closest to Mom, almost a step apart. I don't know why we ended up sitting like that. Then we started flirting with the TV, and then we each masturbated. We were so close, our faces were like two veils, almost touching. Finally, my lips touched Mom's, and then I kissed her hard. Our tongues started to intertwine, and my hand reached for Mom's full breasts. At the same time, Mom's hand reached for my penis. My penis felt so hot and good! Mom held on tightly, and we continued kissing and tongue-fighting.
Then Mom stopped and looked at the TV. I listened to her and continued watching. Soon, Mom stood up and moved in front of me. Facing me was her buttocks, and I stood up, touching Mom's buttocks. We were like we were on a train, pretending to be pushed and shoved by a lot of people.
Then Mom said that we weren't having sex; we were just pushed around by others. My little brother was pressed against Mom's vulva, just like on the train, but it was different. It went in so smoothly, so easily, so pleasurably, and it was the whole thing! During the in-and-out motion, I saw my penis covered in Mom's lubricant. So we went faster and faster, swaying like on a train, the feeling was completely different. Mom kept calling my name, and I kept calling my name. In that moment, I released all the love I had for Mom over the years into this one time. Mom felt my love for her and held onto the table tightly, afraid of falling.
After that, Mom and I had sex in the kitchen, on the rooftop balcony, in the suburbs, even in my school and the park, all with our backs to me, because Mom always told me that we weren't having sex; it was just others pushing us.

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