My mother spoiled me.

That happened when I was 15 years old. I was in my first year of high school, during winter break. My mother went to Shanghai on a business trip and took me with her. Back then, we rarely stayed in hotels; it was mostly guesthouses . One day, we went to visit a relative. We ate dinner late, so we slept there.

At that time, Shanghai was full of old houses called Shikumen, which had attics. The houses were very small, so my mother and I were put up in the attic.

There was only one bed, and we weren't used to winters without heating, so we slept together. She probably didn't see me as a man then. Actually, I was already masturbating, and every day, but with my mother there, I didn't dare. I just drifted off to sleep. Maybe because I hadn't released my pent-up desire, I started having sexual dreams that night. I dreamt I was holding a woman, and it was my mother (I think everyone has had this experience). In my half-awake state, I was even pulling the woman's hand towards my genitals. (I didn't have this experience then.) The experience came from a scene in a semi-erotic novel, so I always fantasized about a woman touching me. At that time, I didn't have much of a concept of sex, and this was the most exciting thing. I

ejaculated the moment I finished reading, and I woke up suddenly to find myself hugging my mother. I was extremely embarrassed and afraid that my mother would scold me, but she didn't say anything, probably because the house was small and she didn't want anyone to hear. She quietly told me to take off my pants because she knew I was completely wet and sticky, so I took them off. She even asked me what was wrong. It wasn't the first time, and I was too embarrassed to admit I'd been doing this for a while, so I just said yes. She then used my underwear to wipe my genitals. At that moment, I just felt her hands were soft and comfortable, so I immediately got an erection again. She noticed and tried to remove her hand, but I don't know where I got the courage, maybe because she was so lenient with me, I grabbed her hand and wouldn't let her go. I was stronger than my mother at that point, and she struggled a couple of times but couldn't move anymore. She just muttered a few words softly. Because the bed creaked when I exerted force, she told me not to move, which was considered... I agreed, and I felt really excited at that moment. It was with my mom again; she used my long underwear as a pad underneath me, and then moved her hands back and forth. She even asked me if this was the right way to move. Although I wasn't very skilled, I was already enjoying it. I became more and more excited, so I touched her. She wouldn't let me, so I could only move my hands on her lower abdomen. I remember clearly that she was quite excited at that time; her breathing became heavier. And when I was about to ejaculate, her hand movements were very fast, as if she was going all out. I ejaculated a lot, and afterwards she even helped me wipe myself clean. This time I didn't get an erection, and I was a little tired, so I really fell asleep. But I woke up again in the early morning, and thinking about what happened the night before, I couldn't help but feel aroused again. My mother was asleep, so I touched her, and I was quite bold, so I put my hand directly inside her underwear. She woke up, and only struggled symbolically before letting me touch her. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman's body, and I felt so aroused. She also helped me with her hand, and we stroked each other. Her pubic hair was thick and wet. At that time, I only... I vaguely understood what was happening. My hands were just moving randomly, and her body would tremble when I touched her sensitive spots. This time, her hands were moving slowly, which I enjoyed. I boldly pulled her pants up to her knees and hugged her from behind. At that moment, I instinctively wanted to get closer to her and enter her, but she firmly refused. I just stood between her legs and let my mother do as she pleased. It was soft and wet there, and I ejaculated a lot.

That day, we got up very early (to change clothes) and had breakfast as usual. Then we went back to the guesthouse and took the train back to Beijing in the afternoon.

When I went back, she told me not to talk about it. I knew that I would be distracted for a long time after I got back, but it didn't happen again until the start of the new semester. I was still thinking about it all the time, feeling nervous, excited, and ashamed.

I was always thinking about it, and I was also distracted in class. I would also secretly masturbate when I was studying at home, and my grades dropped.

One day, my mother discovered that I was masturbating while reading. She asked me why I did it so often and whether my poor grades were related to it. I said yes, and she left without saying anything. A few days later, my father went on a business trip. After dinner, I was about to go to my study. My room has a lock, and I often lock myself in to masturbate. That day, I didn't lock the door. She came into my room and asked if I was still doing it myself. I don't remember the specifics, but it was something like, "It's normal to have urges during puberty, but you have to be careful to control yourself and not let it affect your studies." As she talked, I brought up what happened that night. She asked if I liked it. Of course, I said yes. She said she would help me, but only to help me concentrate on my studies. Later, she made me lie on the bed, then pulled down my pants and masturbated me, which felt incredibly good. Strangely enough, her open attitude probably eased my psychological burden, and afterward, I could focus on my studies.

From then on, she would help me every week, even when my father was home, she would come to my room while he was watching TV. But this time, she didn't dare pull down my pants; instead, she would put her hand inside and touch me, which also felt very good.

However, we never had sex until my second year of high school, when I finally had the chance to see her naked. Sex was something that happened later (preface—).

This is my true experience, and I've always wanted to tell someone about it, but it's impossible to talk about it in the real world, so I'm writing it online. I've read many articles that are all similar and fabricated. In reality, incest is often just a momentary coincidence and impulse, and there are no aftereffects after it happens, let alone any love. And one detail is that we don't shout or yell like "Mom" or "Son" when we have sex; at most, we moan. We kiss very little, but we are very uninhibited, and I orgasm every time. If you are interested, I will continue to tell you. Thank you for your responses, so I have decided to continue writing down my experience and telling you all. Ever since my mother started giving me resources for masturbation, we have gradually gotten used to it. The most obvious thing is that I feel uneasy when I'm not around, and I will naturally find an opportunity to be with her when I need to.

I think I should introduce my mother. She was probably 37 or 38 at the time, a middle school music teacher. Looking back, I think she was beautiful (I was too young then to appreciate women). She had very good skin, very fair (a typical southerner).

From my first to second year of high school, when I was growing, my body gradually became stronger, and my libido was very high. I think my mother sometimes liked to stroke my genitals because she was always very serious, not just going through the motions. And later, after we got used to each other, she started to control my rhythm. Sometimes when no one was home, she would help me for a long time.

When I entered my second year of high school, I started paying attention to my female classmates and comparing them to my mother. At the time, I fantasized about having sex with my mother without hesitation, because I found her voluptuous figure very arousing. Looking back, I think it was probably because she was sexy. I also began to understand women.

My mother didn't allow me to touch her. At first, I was okay with it and let her do whatever she wanted. Later, as my fantasies about women intensified, I started to get physical. Most of the time, we were both clothed, and she didn't object. Later, when she was aroused, I could even put my hand inside her pants. That was where I was most interested.

Her lower abdomen was very smooth and soft; I wanted to see it, but she wouldn't allow it.

Later, when summer came and I started wearing skirts, things became more convenient for me. I also learned that her most sensitive area was there. Sometimes when she touched me, I would make my mom feel very good. Once, she even went limp. But until the exams were approaching, she still wouldn't let me see. One time when we were together, I was also impulsive when she caressed me. I sat up and hugged her, trying to take off her skirt. Her face turned red, and she finally agreed to wait until after the exams and during the holidays. Then she coaxed me to lie down and carefully masturbated me. I enjoyed it that day. It seemed like she used both hands at the same time because she didn't have any psychological burden. She also hoped that if I did well on the exam, I could get more rewards. I really worked hard, and the exam results were pretty good. Finally, one day during summer vacation, when no one was home, she agreed to let me see her naked body. It was at night, and I was reading in the room when she came in. She was wearing a short nightgown. I was aroused when I saw her bare thighs. I asked her to help me, and I reached in to touch her. I could feel she was wet. She was amazing, and I was excited. Since no one was around, I was very unrestrained. I got up and pushed my mother down onto the bed. She struggled and asked me what I was doing. I said I wanted to see her body, and she actually agreed. Then we took off our clothes. Not like in the movies where you undress while being intimate. Instead, she had me turn my back to her, and she undressed herself. I also took off all my clothes.

One day, she became very uninhibited, not refusing my hugs and caresses. I still remember her smooth, soft, and elastic body. She had a good figure, slightly plump, but not bloated, and very sensitive. Her pubic hair was thick and black, and naturally, my hands lingered there the most. She reacted intensely, even bending over, but still wouldn't let me penetrate. We had a compromise: she would lie face down on the bed, and I would be on top of her, her legs clamping around me. Now, compared to younger girls, her labia were much fuller, providing unparalleled pleasure. Although we didn't have sex, we were very close. I once wanted her to perform oral sex, but she refused at the time. Sex is a story for later, I'll stop here for today. I'm tired; sometimes reminiscing is exhausting. But as I write, I get excited. I don't know how well it's written, but I've tried to be truthful, without any erotic descriptions or anything like "insertion"—that's all nonsense. There's a real understanding between mother and son, and they're especially prone to impulsiveness and experience greater pleasure. However, my mother wasn't very accepting of unconventional things like oral sex at first. That happened after we actually had sex. I'll write about it another time, and we can discuss it together.

I'm happy to see everyone's comments. If you find it engaging, it's mainly because it's real. This is indeed what really happened, so I didn't embellish it; I just wrote down whatever came to mind.

Now, analyzing it, my mother is a very open-minded woman and loves beauty. This is rare for someone their age. She was on the basketball team in college and was even selected for pilot tests, but her family background wasn't good enough, so she gave up. When I was in middle school, my mother would go to do the group dance that was popular at the time every morning. We would also often play badminton when we had free time. That's probably why her body attracted me. Cosmetics were scarce back then, but my mother had a lot and used them every day. Women who love beauty probably have strong desires.

Actually, after getting to know my mother's naked body, I still liked her the most when she wore a skirt, especially when she was exercising. I would always get excited when I saw her and couldn't help but harass and be affectionate with her. It almost became a habit.

In my opinion, incest isn't a big deal. It happens accidentally, mostly driven by desire, and it's always consensual. Sometimes it lasts a long time and feels natural. My mother and I were like that; we acted very normally at home, as if nothing had happened, without any psychological burden. We were very passionate when we were intimate; the thrill of incest probably lies in the explicit sexual contact.

We did it in our unique way for a long time, about a year. When I rubbed between her legs, she also experienced great pleasure. Sometimes she would masturbate, stroking herself while stimulating my genitals, but she wouldn't let me see; she would always do it with her side turned towards me, and I would just enjoy it.

That happened when I was 15 years old. I was in my first year of high school, during winter break. My mother went to Shanghai on a business trip and took me with her. Back then, we rarely stayed in hotels; it was mostly guesthouses . One day, we went to visit a relative. We ate dinner late, so we slept there.

At that time, Shanghai was full of old houses called Shikumen, which had attics. The houses were very small, so my mother and I were put up in the attic.

There was only one bed, and we weren't used to winters without heating, so we slept together. She probably didn't see me as a man then. Actually, I was already masturbating, and every day, but with my mother there, I didn't dare. I just drifted off to sleep. Maybe because I hadn't released my pent-up desire, I started having sexual dreams that night. I dreamt I was holding a woman, and it was my mother (I think everyone has had this experience). In my half-awake state, I was even pulling the woman's hand towards my genitals. (I didn't have this experience then.) The experience came from a scene in a semi-erotic novel, so I always fantasized about a woman touching me. At that time, I didn't have much of a concept of sex, and this was the most exciting thing. I

ejaculated the moment I finished reading, and I woke up suddenly to find myself hugging my mother. I was extremely embarrassed and afraid that my mother would scold me, but she didn't say anything, probably because the house was small and she didn't want anyone to hear. She quietly told me to take off my pants because she knew I was completely wet and sticky, so I took them off. She even asked me what was wrong. It wasn't the first time, and I was too embarrassed to admit I'd been doing this for a while, so I just said yes. She then used my underwear to wipe my genitals. At that moment, I just felt her hands were soft and comfortable, so I immediately got an erection again. She noticed and tried to remove her hand, but I don't know where I got the courage, maybe because she was so lenient with me, I grabbed her hand and wouldn't let her go. I was stronger than my mother at that point, and she struggled a couple of times but couldn't move anymore. She just muttered a few words softly. Because the bed creaked when I exerted force, she told me not to move, which was considered... I agreed, and I felt really excited at that moment. It was with my mom again; she used my long underwear as a pad underneath me, and then moved her hands back and forth. She even asked me if this was the right way to move. Although I wasn't very skilled, I was already enjoying it. I became more and more excited, so I touched her. She wouldn't let me, so I could only move my hands on her lower abdomen. I remember clearly that she was quite excited at that time; her breathing became heavier. And when I was about to ejaculate, her hand movements were very fast, as if she was going all out. I ejaculated a lot, and afterwards she even helped me wipe myself clean. This time I didn't get an erection, and I was a little tired, so I really fell asleep. But I woke up again in the early morning, and thinking about what happened the night before, I couldn't help but feel aroused again. My mother was asleep, so I touched her, and I was quite bold, so I put my hand directly inside her underwear. She woke up, and only struggled symbolically before letting me touch her. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman's body, and I felt so aroused. She also helped me with her hand, and we stroked each other. Her pubic hair was thick and wet. At that time, I only... I vaguely understood what was happening. My hands were just moving randomly, and her body would tremble when I touched her sensitive spots. This time, her hands were moving slowly, which I enjoyed. I boldly pulled her pants up to her knees and hugged her from behind. At that moment, I instinctively wanted to get closer to her and enter her, but she firmly refused. I just stood between her legs and let my mother do as she pleased. It was soft and wet there, and I ejaculated a lot.

That day, we got up very early (to change clothes) and had breakfast as usual. Then we went back to the guesthouse and took the train back to Beijing in the afternoon.

When I went back, she told me not to talk about it. I knew that I would be distracted for a long time after I got back, but it didn't happen again until the start of the new semester. I was still thinking about it all the time, feeling nervous, excited, and ashamed.

I was always thinking about it, and I was also distracted in class. I would also secretly masturbate when I was studying at home, and my grades dropped.

One day, my mother discovered that I was masturbating while reading. She asked me why I did it so often and whether my poor grades were related to it. I said yes, and she left without saying anything. A few days later, my father went on a business trip. After dinner, I was about to go to my study. My room has a lock, and I often lock myself in to masturbate. That day, I didn't lock the door. She came into my room and asked if I was still doing it myself. I don't remember the specifics, but it was something like, "It's normal to have urges during puberty, but you have to be careful to control yourself and not let it affect your studies." As she talked, I brought up what happened that night. She asked if I liked it. Of course, I said yes. She said she would help me, but only to help me concentrate on my studies. Later, she made me lie on the bed, then pulled down my pants and masturbated me, which felt incredibly good. Strangely enough, her open attitude probably eased my psychological burden, and afterward, I could focus on my studies.

From then on, she would help me every week, even when my father was home, she would come to my room while he was watching TV. But this time, she didn't dare pull down my pants; instead, she would put her hand inside and touch me, which also felt very good.

However, we never had sex until my second year of high school, when I finally had the chance to see her naked. Sex was something that happened later (preface—).

This is my true experience, and I've always wanted to tell someone about it, but it's impossible to talk about it in the real world, so I'm writing it online. I've read many articles that are all similar and fabricated. In reality, incest is often just a momentary coincidence and impulse, and there are no aftereffects after it happens, let alone any love. And one detail is that we don't shout or yell like "Mom" or "Son" when we have sex; at most, we moan. We kiss very little, but we are very uninhibited, and I orgasm every time. If you are interested, I will continue to tell you. Thank you for your responses, so I have decided to continue writing down my experience and telling you all. Ever since my mother started giving me resources for masturbation, we have gradually gotten used to it. The most obvious thing is that I feel uneasy when I'm not around, and I will naturally find an opportunity to be with her when I need to.

I think I should introduce my mother. She was probably 37 or 38 at the time, a middle school music teacher. Looking back, I think she was beautiful (I was too young then to appreciate women). She had very good skin, very fair (a typical southerner).

From my first to second year of high school, when I was growing, my body gradually became stronger, and my libido was very high. I think my mother sometimes liked to stroke my genitals because she was always very serious, not just going through the motions. And later, after we got used to each other, she started to control my rhythm. Sometimes when no one was home, she would help me for a long time.

When I entered my second year of high school, I started paying attention to my female classmates and comparing them to my mother. At the time, I fantasized about having sex with my mother without hesitation, because I found her voluptuous figure very arousing. Looking back, I think it was probably because she was sexy. I also began to understand women.

My mother didn't allow me to touch her. At first, I was okay with it and let her do whatever she wanted. Later, as my fantasies about women intensified, I started to get physical. Most of the time, we were both clothed, and she didn't object. Later, when she was aroused, I could even put my hand inside her pants. That was where I was most interested.

Her lower abdomen was very smooth and soft; I wanted to see it, but she wouldn't allow it.

Later, when summer came and I started wearing skirts, things became more convenient for me. I also learned that her most sensitive area was there. Sometimes when she touched me, I would make my mom feel very good. Once, she even went limp. But until the exams were approaching, she still wouldn't let me see. One time when we were together, I was also impulsive when she caressed me. I sat up and hugged her, trying to take off her skirt. Her face turned red, and she finally agreed to wait until after the exams and during the holidays. Then she coaxed me to lie down and carefully masturbated me. I enjoyed it that day. It seemed like she used both hands at the same time because she didn't have any psychological burden. She also hoped that if I did well on the exam, I could get more rewards. I really worked hard, and the exam results were pretty good. Finally, one day during summer vacation, when no one was home, she agreed to let me see her naked body. It was at night, and I was reading in the room when she came in. She was wearing a short nightgown. I was aroused when I saw her bare thighs. I asked her to help me, and I reached in to touch her. I could feel she was wet. It was amazing, and I was excited. Since no one was around, I was very unrestrained. I got up and pushed my mother down onto the bed. She struggled and asked me what I was doing. I said I wanted to see her body, and she actually agreed. Then we took off our clothes. Not like in the movies where you undress while being intimate. She had me turn my back, and she undressed herself. I also took off

all my clothes. That day she was very uninhibited. She didn't refuse my hugs and caresses. I still remember that smooth, soft, and elastic body. She still had a good figure, a little plump, but not bloated, and she was very responsive. Her pubic hair was very thick, a dark patch, and naturally my hand lingered there the most. She reacted intensely, even bending over, but still wouldn't let me penetrate. However, we reached a compromise: she lay face down on the bed, and I was on top of her, with her legs clamping around me. Now, compared to younger girls, her labia were much fuller, providing me with unparalleled pleasure. Although we didn't have sex, we were very close. I once wanted her to perform oral sex, but she refused at the time. Sex is a story for later, I'll stop here for today. I'm tired; sometimes reminiscing is exhausting. But as I write, I get excited. I don't know how well it's written, but I've tried to be truthful, without any erotic descriptions or anything like "insertion"—that's all nonsense. There's a real understanding between mother and son, and they're especially prone to impulsiveness and experience greater pleasure. However, my mother wasn't very accepting of unconventional things like oral sex at first. That happened after we actually had sex. I'll write about it another time, and we can discuss it together.

I'm happy to see everyone's comments. If you find it engaging, it's mainly because it's real. This is indeed what really happened, so I didn't embellish it; I just wrote down whatever came to mind.

Now, analyzing it, my mother is a very open-minded woman and loves beauty. This is rare for someone their age. She was on the basketball team in college and was even selected for pilot tests, but her family background wasn't good enough, so she gave up. When I was in middle school, my mother would go to do the group dance that was popular at the time every morning. We would also often play badminton when we had free time. That's probably why her body attracted me. Cosmetics were scarce back then, but my mother had a lot and used them every day. Women who love beauty probably have strong desires.

Actually, after getting to know my mother's naked body, I still liked her the most when she wore a skirt, especially when she was exercising. I would always get excited when I saw her and couldn't help but harass and be affectionate with her. It almost became a habit.

In my opinion, incest isn't a big deal. It happens accidentally, mostly driven by desire, and it's always consensual. Sometimes it lasts a long time and feels natural. My mother and I were like that; we acted very normally at home, as if nothing had happened, without any psychological burden. We were very passionate when we were intimate; the thrill of incest probably lies in the explicit sexual contact.

We did it in our unique way for a long time, about a year. When I rubbed between her legs, she also experienced great pleasure. Sometimes she would masturbate, stroking herself while stimulating my genitals, but she wouldn't let me see; she would always do it with her side turned towards me, and I would just enjoy it.

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