The best incest story I've ever read (son and mother ejaculate every time they read it) is so realistic.

When I was in junior high school, due to historical reasons, the four of us had to squeeze into a small house of less than 40 square meters. My father slept in a small bed by himself, while my mother, brother, and I shared a large bed. My uncle had recently returned from military service and was working as a junior official in the city's procuratorate.

My grades in elementary school were not bad, but due to illness, I couldn't get into a good junior high school and could only attend a third-rate school. At the beginning of junior high, influenced by the school environment, I basically played all day and only read martial arts novels during class.

The first year passed, and my grades were so bad that I had to repeat a year. In the second year, although I still read martial arts novels sometimes, I paid much more attention in class. I only read one or two martial arts novels in my spare time. My grades were worlds apart from the previous year.

My father was a truck driver and was only home for a week at most a month. My mother took care of everything at home by herself, but she worked as a waitress in a collective hotel in the county. After work, she still had to do housework, so she had no free time at all. She would fall asleep as soon as she got into bed.

Despite their busy schedules, they were all incredibly happy about my transformation. Right after the end of that semester, I joined the Youth League and became the subject representative for both chemistry and physics—a position only achievable by top students. That was the rule at my middle school; I don't know about other schools.

My mother was overjoyed, smiling constantly. I got whatever I wanted, and although our family wasn't wealthy, she tried her best to provide for me.

One Sunday, as usual, I went to the bookstore to see what new martial arts novels were available, intending to borrow one or two to pass the time on this boring Sunday.

Back then, not as many people wrote novels online as they do now. It was mostly the same few authors, making it difficult to find a new book. The shopkeeper said they didn't have any, so I planned to find one or two decent old books to review. But after searching high and low, I couldn't find anything I liked. In the end, I ended up with the kinds of books I used to consider trash or uninteresting.

As I flipped through them, a scene suddenly caught my eye—it was what we now call erotic martial arts novels, but back then the descriptions weren't as detailed. Still, it was captivating enough, since I'd never read anything like it before.

I blushed and read a section, then decided to borrow it.

That day, I flipped through the book several times, focusing on the sex scenes. After finishing it, I even masturbated. That night, after turning off the lights and going to sleep, I looked at my mother's chest as she slept soundly beside me. The scenes described in the book during the day kept flashing through my mind. For the first time, I felt that women were so attractive.

The next day at school, my eyes kept wandering to my female classmates, and I couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all.

From then on, I often went to rental bookstores to find novels of this kind to read, and I also masturbated frequently. Before long, my grades plummeted like a falling elevator. My teacher talked to me several times, but it didn't work. Finally, my mother visited my home. She was very angry and asked me why, but could I tell her?

One summer night, after my mother and brother fell asleep, I started masturbating again, fantasizing about the scenes in the book. But I had probably fantasized too many times, and the stimulation wasn't enough. Half an hour passed, and I still couldn't ejaculate. I didn't know what to do, and I tossed and turned in anxiety.

Let me reiterate. My room is 40 square meters. My father, mother, brother, and I share a bedroom with two beds, one large and one small. My father sleeps alone on the small bed, while my mother, brother, and I share the large one. My brother sleeps at one end of the bed, and my mother and I sleep at the other end.

I could hear my mother's deep breathing as she slept soundly. Having slept with her here for so many years, I know that once she falls asleep, it's very difficult to wake her because she's so tired, having to work and do housework.

I decided to do what I used to do when I was little: put my feet on my mother. The difference is, when I was little it was for comfort, and now it's also for comfort, but this time it's for my little brother's comfort. I gently shook my mother twice, but she didn't move, only letting out deep breaths.

I placed my left foot on top of my mother's right foot, and my penis against her left thigh. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and gently swayed and rubbed myself. It felt so much better without using my hand. In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated. It felt so good. I fell asleep on top of my mother like that.

The next morning, I felt a little guilty looking at my shorts, afraid that my mother would find out, but nothing seemed amiss. It was hot, and the fan had dried them long ago.

From then on, I stopped masturbating. I would only release my pent-up desire on top of my mother when she was asleep at night. My mother didn't know. Because I stopped masturbating, I slept very soundly after releasing my pent-up desire on my mother's legs every night. I could also concentrate better in class, and my studies improved.

My brother trains on the school basketball team and is exhausted every day, almost as much as my mother. He falls asleep as soon as he gets into bed, which is a blessing for me, haha. My mother does complain a little about me lying on top of her every morning, but what can I do? I'm the youngest in the family, and I'm a good student. A little pampering and she ignores me.

That night, I was on top of my mother again, my little brother rubbing against her thighs, my hands gently caressing her breasts.

My mother's breasts slowly hardened, and her breathing became rapid, but she still didn't wake up. After a long, long time, I felt a jolt down my spine, and my little brother shuddered violently—I ejaculated.

But I still felt unsatisfied, so I pressed myself against my mother again. However, my crotch was soaking wet, which was incredibly uncomfortable. I got up, took off my shorts, threw them on the bedside table, and, naked, tried to press myself against my mother again.

But suddenly, my mother bent her left leg. I was startled, thinking she had woken up, but she was still breathing soundly as if in deep sleep. Looking closer, I realized my shorts had been thrown near her feet, and the wet crotch was pressed against her leg, causing her discomfort, which was why she had bent her leg.

But I couldn't continue pressing down on my mother like that. I wanted to lower her legs, but I didn't dare to do so too hard, afraid of waking her. I couldn't lower them, and I was sweating profusely, staring at my mother's knees, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, I looked at the bend of her knees and had an idea. I inserted my penis into my mother's knee joint, supporting her calf with my left hand and her thigh with my right, gently lifting her leg and pressing it slightly inwards, squeezing my penis between her legs. Then I gently began to thrust. Ah, those

beautiful legs squeezing my penis so tightly felt so good! I thought to myself, this is probably the best I could do for real sex. It's so much more comfortable than just lying on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Watching the flesh of her beautiful legs ripple and swell with each thrust was incredibly stimulating!

After about a hundred thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. A rapid stream of milky-white semen gushed out, most of it landing on the mosquito net, and a small portion on my mother's other snow-white leg.

I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me. I gently released my mother's thighs. Perhaps because I had kept her legs bent for too long, she straightened them as soon as I released her. I lay on top of her without even putting on my shorts and fell asleep as usual.

The next morning, I found myself wearing shorts, but not the same ones from the night before. The mosquito net had been taken down, and my mother was looking at me with a slightly strange expression. My mother is always the first one up in our family every morning. She makes breakfast before waking us.

I was stunned. She must have noticed! Of course she

did. When I woke up, there was a big yellow stain on the mosquito net and on my legs. I was lying naked on top of her.

After breakfast, my brother went to school for basketball practice an hour earlier than me.

My mother sighed and said to me, "Your brother isn't academically inclined, that's why your father and I made him train in basketball so he can go to a sports school. Your physique isn't as good as your brother's, so you need to focus on your studies and not think about other things. Your task now is to study hard."

I bowed my head and responded with a soft "yes." My mother seemed to want to say something, but didn't. I quickly finished my breakfast and fled to school. I didn't dare think about anything today...

For several days, I didn't dare to sleep on top of my mother, let alone touch her legs. But after a week, I couldn't hold back any longer; a week of holding back was unbearable.

That night, I guessed my mother was asleep, and my brother was even more so, sleeping like a log. I gently touched my mother, but there was no response. I impatiently pressed myself against her, rubbing my penis against her body.

This time, I didn't dare to use her legs for vaginal penetration like last time. After ejaculating three times, my crotch was completely soaked. After I released, I fell asleep immediately. I dared not sleep on top of my mother again.

I had just fallen asleep when I suddenly felt someone pulling down my pants. I groggily opened my eyes and saw it was my mother. I was instantly jolted awake; my pants were covered in semen!

I stammered, "Mom..."

My mother snorted, tossed a clean pair of underwear onto my bare penis, and whispered, "Put it on yourself. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Then she took my wet, semen-soaked underwear to the bathroom. So Mom wasn't asleep after all...

The next morning, I secretly peeked at my mother. She seemed the same as usual, so it seemed she wasn't angry with me. That meant I could still...

After finally waiting for my brother to fall asleep, I couldn't wait to press myself against my mother again. This time, I didn't even bother to check if she was asleep. I had thought about it during the day. I'm the most beloved son in the family, and my studies make my mother happy. My performance at school makes her proud in front of relatives and friends. Even if she wasn't happy, she wouldn't be too angry with me.

If she were, she would have given me a good scolding for spraying it on her beautiful legs last time. Sure enough, when I pressed myself against her legs, she moved slightly, but then let me have my way.

I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's thigh, nestled my head near her ear, inhaling her scent, and wrapped my left arm around her waist (I was sleeping on her left side). I began to move rhythmically.

Slowly, my hand moved up her waist, eventually reaching her breast. My mother tensed up immediately, and with a slap, she knocked my hand away.

I touched it again, and she knocked it away again. I had no choice but to obediently hold her waist and move back and forth on her full thighs. My mother kept her eyes closed, remaining motionless as I did.

And so, every night, my mother let me hold her, using her beautiful legs to release my pent-up desire.

(Since this is the first time I've written something this long, I've forgotten to describe what my mother looks like. I was 14 years old that year, and my mother was 34. My mother's face wasn't very pretty, just average, but her figure was very well-proportioned due to her frequent labor—large in the right places and small in the right places. Giving birth to the two of us didn't affect her figure.)

After that, my mother would get out of bed to get me a clean pair of underwear to change into. She would soak the dirty ones and wash them the next day. I had to wear two pairs of underwear every day, which was really annoying.

At that time, our family wasn't very well-off. My brother and I only had three pairs of underwear to wash and change into. Moreover, I still liked the feeling of using my mother's legs to penetrate me last time, but I didn't dare to ask my mother for it. After all, I knew that this was already too much, and if I made such a request again, my mother would definitely get angry.

Finally, the opportunity came. That morning, my mother received a notice from her workplace early to go to work. She cooked breakfast and left without even washing the underwear I had changed out of the night before. It started raining around noon, and the clothes I had washed the day before got soaked. My brother and I had no underwear to change into when we showered that evening.

After my brother fell asleep, I hugged my mother again, wanting to do it, but she wouldn't let me. She whispered, "No, not tonight. If you get wet, you won't have any underwear to change into."

I panicked and hugged my mother, whispering, "Mom, but I feel uncomfortable. Let me do it."

My mother firmly refused and pushed me away. I had no choice but to go to sleep, but I was used to relieving myself before going to sleep every night. How could I sleep like this? I tossed and turned, and my little brother was almost tearing my pants.

Seeing me like this, my mother assumed I couldn't sleep without pressing down on him, so she let me do it as usual. But as soon as I pressed down, she knew it wasn't working. Finally, my mother had no choice but to let me relieve myself, but only after I took off my pants to avoid getting wet.

I was more than happy to oblige. I quickly took off my pants and pressed myself naked against my mother, but she wouldn't let me do it on her thighs, saying she was afraid of getting her clothes wet. She only allowed me to do it on her calves, and even got up to adjust her calves to a comfortable position for me.

I whispered, "Mom, let me do it myself. I promise I won't get my clothes wet."

My mother thought for a moment and agreed. I excitedly sat up next to my mother, hugged her, and said, "Mom, you're so good to me."

The mother laughed and cursed in a low voice: You are really a big kid, hurry up, you have to go to school tomorrow.

I knelt next to my mother's straightened feet and gently stroked the smooth thighs with my hands. My little brother had already been raised for a long time. My mother closed her eyes in embarrassment and cursed in a low voice: "You kid, why don't you deal with it quickly? Why are you touching me? I'm going to sleep."

My mother wanted to lie down and let me play by myself like before, but I stopped her. She looked at me puzzled. I asked her to put her feet up and hold her knees with her hands. My mother did so. I knelt in the crook of her legs and pressed my little brother against the leg joints from the side.

Because my mother was holding me so tightly, her thighs and calves were almost one. I pressed against her vulva, but couldn't penetrate on my first try. My mother realized what I meant and loosened her grip a little to make it easier for me to enter. But I stopped her; I tried to force it in myself, but failed several times. Finally, my mother loosened her grip, letting me in before squeezing again.

I held my mother's legs tightly with both hands, thrusting my hips repeatedly. The feeling was so good, so tight and slippery. My mother's legs were just amazing…

After thrusting hundreds of times, my mother felt her legs go numb, and I finally ejaculated, a gush of fluid shooting onto the inside of my mother's thighs. I groaned softly; it felt so good. My semen flowed down my mother's thighs and into her underwear. My mother gasped and quickly got out of bed to clean up the "gift" her son had left on her underwear.

From then on, I no longer needed to press down on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Every time, I would just hold her thighs tightly, and the feeling of my penis thrusting against her thighs was wonderful.

One day, one of my underlings brought me a book as a gift. No doubt about it, I was the boss in my class. Even the tough guys treated me with utmost respect. They'd only be rude to me if they didn't want to pass their exams. Who says high scores are useless?

I flipped through it, and only two words came to mind: "Top-notch!" That book was the first time I learned about anal sex. The long-lost tension of secretly reading novels during class returned, but that book gave me one feeling: it was so good.

After reading it, I seriously considered a question: why didn't my mother want me to try it too? Honestly, my mother's buttocks are so beautiful; it must feel amazing to penetrate them. I only now realize that I've never really looked at my mother closely before. Otherwise, why would I only now find her buttocks so sexy in retrospect?

After some time, I know that as long as my studies are good, my mother will generally agree to my requests, as long as they aren't too excessive.

After class, I told my younger brother I'd take this book home and read it slowly. I asked him if he had any other books, and if he could give me one or two more, I guaranteed he'd get 80 on every exam this semester. He readily agreed; he'd taken the book specifically for his exams a month from now.

The next morning, he brought two more books and secretly slipped them into my hands. Because of the book he'd lent me the day before, I wasn't really interested in penetrating my mother's groin last night and ejaculated quickly.

After my mother fell asleep, I secretly reached under her and touched her buttocks. Her tight anus made me want to immediately flip her over and fuck her.

The two books my younger brother brought were about anal sex and incest, and I was very excited after reading them. It turns out I'm not the only one who feels this way.

I know that if I get good grades on my final exams in a month, maybe my mother will agree to let me be a little more unrestrained, and maybe there will be a chance… hehe… But before that, I have to study hard.

True to my word, after that, I gave up all opportunities to play and focused on studying. My mother was pleased but also worried that I was overworking myself, so she kept urging me to go out and play for a while. I told her I wanted to do well in my studies and strive for good grades on the final exams.

My mother thought I was working hard to get into a top high school, so she stopped saying anything. But she didn't realize I was only in the first semester of eighth grade; who at that age would think about what would happen a year and a half later? I was working hard, that's true, but it was also to open her virginity. Judging from how strong I was when I secretly touched her anus with my fingers, I guessed her little chrysanthemum had never been used by my father. I was so looking forward to opening her virginity.

Before I knew it, it was the final exams. Thanks to my previous hard work, my grades were excellent—first in two subjects and in the top 20 of the rest. My mother was overjoyed. When I brought the report card home for her to sign, she hugged me tightly, smiling, and asked me what prize I wanted.

Can you give me what I want? If you said you wanted to have your ass opened, you'd definitely give me a good beating. I was just going along with my mother's usual tone, saying I was studying hard to get into a good high school, not for a prize.

My mother even praised me for growing up and becoming sensible. She was so happy she cried, and insisted on rewarding me. Since that's the case, I'll ask for something first. I hugged my mother and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I want to do it with you now, okay?"

My mother paused, looked around. My brother hadn't come home yet, and my father was out on a long-distance bus. Of course, no one was home. She thought for a while, then nodded in agreement.

My mother checked the door to make sure it was closed, then turned around and took off her coat first, then her pants.

I stared at my mother's buttocks, sticking out as she bent over to pull down her pants. My penis was throbbing, and her beautiful buttocks, encased in her tiny panties, revealed the delicate cleft in the center—the very spot I'd been studying so hard for the past month.

I desperately wanted to pounce on her, pull down her panties, and thrust my penis inside her! Suddenly, an idea struck me. Even if I couldn't actually penetrate her anus, I could still savor the sensation of her beautiful buttocks. I unzipped her pants, pulled out my penis, and charged forward, grabbing her from behind.

We both screamed. My mother screamed because her anus had been attacked; even with her panties, it was enough for her. I, however, nearly broke my penis from the force of my thrust.

My mother quickly straightened her back, covered her anus with her hand, and asked me somewhat angrily, "What are you doing? Why are you so rough? Can't you wait a little longer?"

I knew she was genuinely angry, so I quickly put on a wronged expression: "I've been so stressed from studying lately, and I wanted to relax after the exams. I couldn't stand seeing you like this, so I did it."

Seeing how hard I'd worked studying, and considering I hadn't released my energy during the exams, she forgave me. Actually, I was deliberately holding back so I could play with her more after the exams.

My mother sighed, touched her still slightly sore anus, and said, "Alright, go to bed now. Mom told you to come." She turned and walked towards the bed.

Yay! I mentally struck a victory pose, but of course, I couldn't show any expression on my face.

I grabbed my mother's arm and said, "Mom, can you bend over like that? It looks so good!"

At that time, the word "sexy" didn't exist in my vocabulary.

My mother paused for a moment. "You little rascal, always coming up with mischievous ideas," she said. "Fine, consider it a reward today. Do whatever you want."

My mother scolded me affectionately, then bent over, her buttocks sticking out high, her underwear taut, clearly showing the cleft between her legs. My penis was practically standing on end, protesting why I hadn't started.

My mother turned around and called to me, "Hurry up, this is tiring!"

I quickly pressed myself against her, my penis pressed tightly against her beautiful buttocks, separated from her anus by only a layer of fabric. If it weren't for that fabric, it would be so much better. I held my mother's slender waist with both hands, my penis sliding in her cleft. I really wanted to penetrate her. Oh, little brother, I'm sorry to trouble you for now, but in a couple of days I'll grant your wish.

I slid forcefully in my mother's buttocks, my hands caressing her waist. After a while, my mother couldn't bear the pain of the sudden rush of blood and tried to straighten her back. My penis was still pressed against her buttocks. Straightening her back allowed me to fully contact her beautiful buttocks, and my penis felt amazing. My hands weren't to be neglected either; I grasped my mother's breasts, but she tried to remove my hands.

I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, let me touch you, okay? You promised to make me happy today, so consider it my reward."

My mother held my hand tightly, hesitated for a long time, and then slowly loosened it. During this time, my penis, of course, didn't stop, rubbing incessantly in my mother's buttocks.

I gripped my mother's breasts tightly, and with a surge of excitement, I increased the speed of my penis, rubbing it quickly a few times. I hugged my mother tightly from behind, excitedly shouting, "Mom!" and ejaculated.

Because my penis was tightly sandwiched between my mother's buttocks and mine, this sudden ejaculation sprayed semen all over my mother's back and my chest. I quickly grabbed some tissues to clean my mother and me.

My mother thought I had done enough and picked up her clothes to put them on, but I stopped her. I hugged her tightly from behind again and unhooked her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. My mother moved her hand slightly, but in the end, she didn't stop me. I gently massaged her breasts.

After a while, my penis became erect again, and my mother felt it, of course. This time, because it was soft at first, when it became hard, it was right between my mother's legs, still separated from the sacred place where I was born by a layer of cloth. My mother instinctively squeezed her legs together.

Before, my mother wouldn't allow me to touch her genitals, and now it was the same even with my penis. I hugged my mother tightly and quickly started moving back and forth before she could react, but surprisingly, my mother didn't object.

I became bolder and moved my hand down, but my mother stopped me, saying: "You can't touch there with your hands."

I knew my mother would definitely not give in here, so I grabbed her hand and made her hold my glans. It was always a little uncomfortable without anything blocking my way.

My mother touched it and recoiled as if electrocuted. I rested my head on her shoulder and gently nibbled her ear: "Mom, hold it for me, it'll come faster that way."

My mother had no choice but to hold it with her hand and gently stroke my glans with her fingers. Ah… my mother's hands, roughened by years of work, felt so good!

I thrust rapidly between my mother's legs, enjoying the intimate contact between my glans and her hand. Soon, I ejaculated a second time. What's there to be afraid of? There's plenty of time today. Let's do it a third time! This time, Mom didn't get dressed right away. She waited to see if I would continue. Anyway, my brother hadn't come back yet. It wouldn't be too late to get dressed when he got to the door. Let's go again!

This day was really great, but I still hoped that the day I lost my virginity would come soon, around the time my father came back.

My mother was a conservative and traditional woman. She didn't know that there was such a thing as anal sex, and her son was thinking about taking her virginity. My mother was a bit indecisive, and she spoiled me almost excessively. As long as I studied well, she didn't care what I wanted. That's why I was able to engage in almost incestuous acts with my mother.

My father's day off arrived. My mother bought groceries early, cooked dinner, and waited with us for my father to come back.

Around 6 PM, my father finally arrived home. After dinner and showers, he gave my brother and me five yuan each, telling us to go out and have fun, and come back later.

I knew why; any normal man, after a month of abstinence, would likely end up like my father when he got home. Just now, he was glancing at my mother's breasts while eating, not even touching the food.

My father has a cleanliness fetish, so it's impossible for him to drive around looking for prostitutes, so of course, my mother's anus remained untouched. Heh, lucky me; the longer my father abstained, the better it was for my plan. Back then, I didn't know about sleeping pills; unless it was rape, my mother would never have let me use her ass. You see, Mom always maintained a boundary. It was fine to do whatever she wanted outside, but absolutely not inside.

My brother and I played at a billiards parlor on the street until 11 pm. I had my late-night show on and wasn't in the mood to play, so I gave all my money to my brother to exchange for tokens. My brother's eyes were glued to the game screen for hours, and when he came back, he kept yawning, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep.

That was fine; it removed one potential obstacle. When we got home, Mom greeted us looking a little tired. Dad must have been holding back for too long, but he still seemed a bit unsatisfied.

She quickly got us to bed, and Mom lay down with us. But shortly after the lights were turned off, I heard Dad get up from the next bed and call Mom to his bed. My mother, probably afraid we'd hear, and exhausted, refused. But my father insisted, and she had no choice but to go.

I listened to her suppressed moans; thankfully, my father's small bed was made of iron, otherwise the creaking would have made me even more uncomfortable. Thinking about how I'd be deflowered soon, my little brother was rock hard. I held it, turned away, not wanting my father or mother to see.

About an hour later, my mother returned to my bed, and my father fell into a deep sleep. After so much sex, of course he was tired; the rest was mine.

My mother was exhausted too; she wanted to sleep as soon as she lay down, but when I turned and hugged her, she was startled, not expecting me to still be awake. Her face flushed; she probably knew I'd heard her moans.

I hugged my mother tightly and whispered, "Mom, I want it too."

Hearing the word "too," my mother blushed even more. She coaxed me softly, "Not tonight, your father's back. Besides, Mom's too tired. We can do it tomorrow, okay?"

I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's lower abdomen. "Don't let it go numb. Dad's asleep, he doesn't know. Mom, just sleep, I'll do it myself."

My mother listened to my father's breathing, deciding he was asleep, and said helplessly, "Okay, but be careful, don't make too much noise. If your father finds out, he'll kill you. I'm going to sleep now, you do it yourself."

After saying that, my mother lay flat and closed her eyes. Ugh, what am I supposed to do now?

Mom, I want to use your butt. I quickly whispered in my mother's ear.

She didn't say anything, but turned her body away from me, her buttocks sticking out towards me, making it easier for me. I suppressed my ecstatic excitement. My mother always waited for me to finish before going to sleep, and I hadn't had a chance in a long time, unless it was rape. Tonight, the opportunity had finally arrived.

I pulled my penis out of my pants and pressed it tightly against my mother's beautiful buttocks, gently rubbing it. I couldn't rush it; I had to wait until she was sound asleep. I held back for an hour until my mother finally succumbed to sleep and drifted off to dreamland.

I quietly got up, greedily gazing at my mother's beautiful and alluring buttocks, my hands trembling as I reached for her panties. Once I removed those, I would be done. I gently laid my mother down, supporting her buttocks with my left hand, and slowly removed the last layer of protection from her body with my right. Her lower body was finally exposed.

I looked at her smooth belly, the alluring dark forest, and the inverted triangle between her legs. Undeniably, it was captivating, but that wasn't my goal. I'd visit my birthplace another time.

I touched that dark forest, then positioned my mother back in her previous side-lying position. I stared at the long-desired chrysanthemum bud, gently touching it a few times with my fingers. Each touch caused the little chrysanthemum to contract slightly like a mimosa.

Afraid of waking her if I touched it too much, I smeared my saliva all over the head of my penis. I learned this from a book. Then I lay on my side, positioned my penis, but just outside her anus. Her anus shyly contracted, perfectly clamping the glans.

I held my mother's waist with one hand and checked the position again with the other, making sure it was correct. I took her underwear and placed it near her mouth, afraid she might cry out in pain, so I could cover her mouth then.

I was ready to begin. I tightened my grip on my mother's arms and used my other hand to cover her mouth with the underwear. At the same time, I pushed, but her virginity was too tight; only half the glans could go in.

My mother cried out in pain, but with the underwear covering her mouth, it became a muffled groan. She tried to push me away, but I was holding her too tightly. This time, I stopped covering my mother's mouth. I hadn't covered it earlier because I was afraid she might unconsciously moan in her newly awakened state. Now that she was awake, we both understood the consequences of someone finding out.

I held my mother's waist tightly with both hands, placing one leg in front of her, so I was pressed firmly against her body. I pushed my penis in forcefully, and tears streamed down my mother's face from the pain. She couldn't push me away, so

she rolled forward, ending up in a prone position on the bed. I pressed myself firmly against my mother's back, making it easier for me to penetrate. With another push, my entire glans was inside. The feeling inside was wonderful—tight yet soft, and hot. I really wanted to reach the very bottom in one go.

My mother felt differently. Her bottom was raw and bleeding, but she dared not cry out in pain. She couldn't push me away, so she could only bite the pillow, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. My mother kept slapping my back with her hands, turning her head to look at me pleadingly, wanting me to stop.

I knew it was time to talk to my mother clearly. Now that I was at her doorstep, it was the perfect opportunity to negotiate. I stopped my attack, but I didn't retreat either. I remained still and kissed my mother's cheek.

My mother took a breath, enduring the pain of her anal fissure, and pleaded with me in a low voice: "You can't do this. Let go of Mommy. If you want Mommy to help you, if you want to touch that place, Mommy will let you touch it. Please get up, please, be good, listen to me."

I pressed my face against my mother's and said, "Mom, I don't want it anywhere. I've wanted this for so long. You can make me get up, but only if you let me put it in here."

As I spoke, I moved my hand down, touching my mother's vulva, my fingers even touching her labia.

My mother was startled and pushed me away with one hand. "No, I'm your mother, you can't do this! If you want to put it in me, we can be like before, I'll use my legs to help you."

I firmly refused. "Mom, there are only two options now: either you let me do this, or I'll be with you like Dad is."

My mother was terrified. "Isn't there any other way?"

I said, "Yes." "

What way?"

"Wake up Dad and let him beat me to death."

After hearing this, my mother didn't say anything more and closed her eyes. I knew she agreed, so I continued.

My mother frowned and whispered, "Gently, it hurts."

Tears streamed down her face. I pressed my face against hers and gently licked her cheeks with my tongue, while simultaneously thrusting my hips forward. My mother frowned, let out a muffled groan, and turned her head to bite the pillow tightly with her teeth.

I felt relieved and increased the force of my thrusts. This time, my mother's whole body trembled and stiffened. But I was already fully inside her, feeling her instinctive sobs in her warm rectum—so hot and tight.

I began thrusting rapidly, my mother remaining motionless, letting me do as I pleased. I pressed my entire body against her back, wanting nothing more than to become one with her. My hands reached behind her to caress her breasts; the feeling was incredible!

After about a hundred rapid thrusts, the stimulation was overwhelming. I thrust hard, penetrating deeply into her body, ejaculating inside her rectum for the first time.

At the moment of my ejaculation, my mother

's body stiffened, her buttocks clenching tightly, almost snapping me in two. After deflowering my mother, she tried to push me off, but I held her tightly. She didn't move, knowing my capabilities.

After resting for a while, we went at it again. I placed my mother's hands under her head to elevate her body, making it easier for me. My mother let me do as I pleased, and I slowly made piston-like movements on her back. I was too hasty earlier and ejaculated quickly; now I wanted to savor the taste of my mother's anus.

My hands slowly roamed over my mother's body. Although she had allowed me to touch her before, there were still some places I couldn't go. Like now, my hand touched my mother's mons pubis.

My mother's body trembled, and she whispered, "That's not a place you can touch. Take it away."

She tried to push me away, but we were blocked by her body, so she could only grab my arm, which she couldn't remove. I moved my hand to my mother's labia and gently touched them.

My mother's breathing became a little rapid. "No, don't, don't touch there, stop!"

At that moment, I reached my climax and ejaculated again inside my mother's anus. Afterward, I obediently lay on my mother's back, placed my hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm sorry. But I love you so much, I just couldn't help myself."

Hearing this, my mother uncontrollably burst into tears. "It's all because I spoiled you too much before, agreeing to everything you wanted, even things I shouldn't have," she said. "Now it's all like this. How can I face anyone?"

I knew my mother was very emotionally unstable, and she didn't know anything about anal sex.

I said, "Mom, I know this is wrong and it hurts you, but it's the same whether I insert it into your legs or your anus. It's not like what Dad does with you, so what's the difference? It just hurts a little, but it'll be fine in a day or two. I promise you, I'll study hard and get into a good high school. Please don't be angry anymore."

My mother didn't know about anal sex, but she wasn't stupid. She snorted and said, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. If you do this again, I'll cut off your little penis. And it's not that dirty. Aren't you worried about hygiene? Forget about it. Go study and don't get any more ideas."

Seeing that my mother's tone had softened, I quickly said, "Mom, it's not dirty at all. I just need to wash it. Anyway, Dad doesn't want it, so you can use it!" You remember how I was in seventh grade, right? I did so badly because I had to solve all my studies on my own. You don't want me to fail to get into a good high school

, do you? At home, everything revolves around me getting into a good high school; everything else has to take a backseat. My mother only cooperated with me in the first place because she was afraid I wouldn't be motivated to study, and now she's brought out that same old trick again. Sure enough, the "sword of Damocles" worked wonders; my mother fell silent.

After a while, she finally laid down three rules:

1. I can insert it into your anus, but only after you've cleaned yourself, and then I have to clean myself.

2. You can't touch the place where I was born, which is your vagina. She's too shy to say it out loud. And you absolutely can't have any ideas about that area.

3. We can't do it too often each day, to avoid harming your health.

I readily agreed. The first point was fine, but the second and third were problematic. As the saying goes, specific problems should be solved specifically. I haven't tried Mom's little cunt yet, how could I let it go?

As for the third point, as long as I'm not satisfied, that's fine. Does my mother not care if she wakes up someone to take me off? Just like now, my penis has gotten hard again after resting for so long.

Of course, my mother could feel it under me. She struggled, not wanting me to penetrate her, twisting her hips back and forth, but that only made my little brother even hotter. Hehe, you asked for it.

I hugged my mother tightly, "Mom, can I do it again?"

My mother wanted to refuse, "Have you forgotten what I just told you?" Too much is bad for your health and will affect your studies. Besides, I haven't washed yet, it's dirty.

I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, it's a holiday, it's okay. Besides, I already went in, so going in again won't make a difference. I know it still hurts, but I really want it. Let me do it one more time, the last time tonight, okay, okay, Mom?"

My mother had no choice but to agree. "Remember, after you're done, get off and go to sleep."

I immediately grabbed my penis and thrust it into my mother's anus, which was still stained with blood. My

mother groaned softly, "Gently."

But I was already halfway in, and with a little more force, the other half went in too. No longer needing to worry about my mother's resistance, I relaxed and began to enjoy myself, my hands busy exploring every part of her body except her vulva.

Suddenly, because I was too forceful, I accidentally knocked down the hair that was piled on my head. I smoothed my mother's long black hair, which cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, moving up and down in rhythm with me. So beautiful and sexy, I couldn't resist, and quickly thrust a few more times, ejaculating.

Tonight, my mother's rectum was practically my urinal, haha, my wish came true, it felt so good. After I finished, my mother got up, took a damp towel, and dried my penis, then secretly went to take a shower. Why? Need I say more? Tonight was truly wonderful.

When I was in junior high school, due to historical reasons, the four of us had to squeeze into a small house of less than 40 square meters. My father slept in a small bed by himself, while my mother, brother, and I shared a large bed. My uncle had recently returned from military service and was working as a junior official in the city's procuratorate.

My grades in elementary school were not bad, but due to illness, I couldn't get into a good junior high school and could only attend a third-rate school. At the beginning of junior high, influenced by the school environment, I basically played all day and only read martial arts novels during class.

The first year passed, and my grades were so bad that I had to repeat a year. In the second year, although I still read martial arts novels sometimes, I paid much more attention in class. I only read one or two martial arts novels in my spare time. My grades were worlds apart from the previous year.

My father was a truck driver and was only home for a week at most a month. My mother took care of everything at home by herself, but she worked as a waitress in a collective hotel in the county. After work, she still had to do housework, so she had no free time at all. She would fall asleep as soon as she got into bed.

Despite their busy schedules, they were all incredibly happy about my transformation. Right after the end of that semester, I joined the Youth League and became the subject representative for both chemistry and physics—a position only achievable by top students. That was the rule at my middle school; I don't know about other schools.

My mother was overjoyed, smiling constantly. I got whatever I wanted, and although our family wasn't wealthy, she tried her best to provide for me.

One Sunday, as usual, I went to the bookstore to see what new martial arts novels were available, intending to borrow one or two to pass the time on this boring Sunday.

But back then, not as many people used the internet to write novels as they do now. It was always the same few authors, so it was hard to find a new book. When the shopkeeper said they didn't have any, I planned to find one or two good old books to review. But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find anything I liked. In the end, I could only look for those books that I used to classify as trash or not good.

As I flipped through the pages, a particular scene suddenly caught my eye. It was what we now call erotic martial arts novels, though back then the descriptions weren't as detailed, but they were still captivating—I'd never read anything like it before.

I blushed as I read a section and decided to borrow it.

That day, I flipped through the book several times, focusing only on the sex scenes. After finishing, I even masturbated. That night, after turning off the lights and going to sleep, I looked at my mother's breasts as she slept soundly beside me. The scenes described in the book kept replaying in my mind, and for the first time, I realized how alluring women could be.

The next day at school, my eyes kept darting to my female classmates; I couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all.

From then on, I frequently went to rental bookstores to read novels of that kind, and I also masturbated often. Before long, my grades plummeted like a falling elevator. My teacher talked to me several times, but it didn't work. Finally, my mother visited my home. She was very angry and asked me why, but could I tell her?

One summer night, after my mother and brother fell asleep, I started masturbating again, fantasizing about the scenes in the book. But I had probably fantasized too many times, and the stimulation wasn't enough. Half an hour passed, and I still couldn't ejaculate. I didn't know what to do, and I tossed and turned in anxiety.

Let me explain again: my apartment is 40 square meters. My father, mother, brother, and I share a bedroom with two beds, one large and one small. My father sleeps alone on the small bed, while my mother, brother, and I sleep on the large bed. My brother sleeps at one end of the bed, and my mother and I sleep at the other end.

I heard my mother's deep breathing as she slept soundly. Having slept with her here for so many years, I knew that once she fell asleep, it was very difficult to wake her because she was so tired, having to work and do housework.

I decided to do what I used to do when I was a child: put my feet on top of my mother. The difference was that when I was a child, it was for comfort, and now, while it was still for comfort, it was for my little brother's comfort. I gently shook my mother twice, but she didn't move, only breathing deeply.

I put my left foot on top of my mother's right foot, and my little brother pressed against my mother's left thigh. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and gently rocked and rubbed myself. It felt so much better than not using my hands. In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated. It felt so good, so very good. I fell asleep on top of my mother like that.

The next morning, I felt a little guilty looking at my shorts, afraid my mother would find out, but nothing seemed amiss. It was hot, and with the fan, they were already dry.

From then on, I stopped masturbating. I would only relieve myself by pressing down on my mother while she was asleep at night. My mother didn't know. Because I stopped masturbating, I slept especially well after relieving myself on my mother's lap every night, and I could concentrate better in class, so my studies improved again.

My brother was training on the school basketball team and was almost as tired as my mother every day. He would fall asleep as soon as he got into bed, which benefited me, haha. My mother did have some complaints about me pressing down on her every morning, but what could I do? I was the youngest child in the family, and I was a good student. A little pleading and she would ignore me.

That night, I was on top of my mother again, my penis rubbing against her thighs, my hands gently caressing her breasts.

Her breasts slowly hardened, and her breathing became rapid, but she still didn't wake up. After a long while, I felt a jolt down my spine, and my penis jerked violently as I ejaculated.

But I still felt unsatisfied, so I pressed myself against my mother again. However, my crotch was wet and uncomfortable, so I got up, took off my shorts, threw them on the bedside table, and, naked, wanted to press myself against my mother again. But suddenly, my

mother bent her left leg. I was startled, thinking she had woken up, but she continued to breathe soundly as if in deep sleep. Upon closer inspection, I realized my shorts had been tossed near my mother's feet, the wet crotch pressed against her leg, causing her discomfort and causing her to bend her knee.

This made it impossible for me to continue pressing down on her. I tried to lower her leg, but dared not do so forcefully for fear of waking her. I couldn't lower it, and in my anxiety, sweating profusely,

I stared at my mother's knee, unsure what to do. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I inserted my penis into her knee joint, supporting her calf with my left hand and her thigh with my right, gently lifting her leg and pressing inwards slightly to clamp my penis. Then, I gently began to thrust.

It felt so good to have my little brother tightly clamped between her beautiful legs! I thought to myself, this is what real sex must feel like, so much better than just lying on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Watching the flesh of my mother's beautiful legs fold and swell with each thrust was so stimulating!

After about a hundred thrusts, I couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated. A rapid stream of milky white semen spurted out, most of it landing on the mosquito net, and a small portion on my mother's other snow-white leg.

I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me, and I gently released my mother's thighs. Perhaps because I had kept her legs bent for too long, she straightened them as soon as I released her. I lay on top of her without even putting on my shorts and fell asleep as usual.

The next morning, I found myself wearing shorts, not the same ones as last night. The mosquito net had been taken down, and my mother gave me a strange look. My mother is always the first one up in our family every day; she makes breakfast before waking us.

I was stunned. She must have noticed!

Of course she did. When I woke up, there was a large yellowish stuff on the mosquito net and on my legs. I had been lying naked on top of her.

After breakfast, my brother went to school for basketball practice an hour earlier than me.

My mother sighed and said to me, "Your brother isn't cut out for studying, that's why your father and I made him train in basketball so he can go to a sports school. Your physique isn't as good as your brother's, so you need to focus on your studies and not think about anything else. Your task now is to study hard."

I bowed my head and responded with a soft "yes." My mother seemed to want to say something, but didn't. I quickly finished my breakfast and fled to school. I didn't dare think about anything today...

For several days, I didn't dare to sleep on top of my mother, let alone touch her legs. But after a week, I couldn't hold back any longer; a week of holding back was unbearable.

That night, I guessed my mother was asleep, and my brother was even more so, sleeping like a log. I gently touched my mother, but there was no response. I impatiently pressed myself against her, rubbing my penis against her body.

This time, I didn't dare to use her legs for vaginal penetration like last time. After ejaculating three times, my crotch was completely soaked. After I released, I fell asleep immediately. I dared not sleep on top of my mother again.

I had just fallen asleep when I suddenly felt someone pulling down my pants. I groggily opened my eyes and saw it was my mother. I was instantly jolted awake; my pants were covered in semen!

I stammered, "Mom..."

My mother snorted, tossed a clean pair of underwear onto my bare penis, and whispered, "Put it on yourself. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Then she took my wet, semen-soaked underwear to the bathroom. So Mom wasn't asleep after all...

The next morning, I secretly peeked at my mother. She seemed the same as usual, so it seemed she wasn't angry with me. That meant I could still...

After finally waiting for my brother to fall asleep, I couldn't wait to press myself against my mother again. This time, I didn't even bother to check if she was asleep. I had thought about it during the day. I'm the most beloved son in the family, and my studies make my mother happy. My performance at school makes her proud in front of relatives and friends. Even if she wasn't happy, she wouldn't be too angry with me.

If she were, she would have given me a good scolding for spraying it on her beautiful legs last time. Sure enough, when I pressed myself against her legs, she moved slightly, but then let me have my way.

I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's thigh, nestled my head near her ear, inhaling her scent, and wrapped my left arm around her waist (I was sleeping on her left side). I began to move rhythmically.

Slowly, my hand moved up her waist, eventually reaching her breast. My mother tensed up immediately, and with a slap, she knocked my hand away.

I touched it again, and she knocked it away again. I had no choice but to obediently hold her waist and move back and forth on her full thighs. My mother kept her eyes closed, remaining motionless as I did.

And so, every night, my mother let me hold her, using her beautiful legs to release my pent-up desire.

(Since this is the first time I've written something this long, I've forgotten to describe what my mother looks like. I was 14 years old that year, and my mother was 34. My mother's face wasn't very pretty, just average, but her figure was very well-proportioned due to her frequent labor—large in the right places and small in the right places. Giving birth to the two of us didn't affect her figure.)

After that, my mother would get out of bed to get me a clean pair of underwear to change into. She would soak the dirty ones and wash them the next day. I had to wear two pairs of underwear every day, which was really annoying.

At that time, our family wasn't very well-off. My brother and I only had three pairs of underwear to wash and change into. Moreover, I still liked the feeling of using my mother's legs to penetrate me last time, but I didn't dare to ask my mother for it. After all, I knew that this was already too much, and if I made such a request again, my mother would definitely get angry.

Finally, the opportunity came. That morning, my mother received a notice from her workplace early to go to work. She cooked breakfast and left without even washing the underwear I had changed out of the night before. It started raining around noon, and the clothes I had washed the day before got soaked. My brother and I had no underwear to change into when we showered that evening.

After my brother fell asleep, I hugged my mother again, wanting to do it, but she wouldn't let me. She whispered, "No, not tonight. If you get wet, you won't have any underwear to change into."

I panicked and hugged my mother, whispering, "Mom, but I feel uncomfortable. Let me do it."

My mother firmly refused and pushed me away. I had no choice but to go to sleep, but I was used to relieving myself before going to sleep every night. How could I sleep like this? I tossed and turned, and my little brother was almost tearing my pants.

Seeing me like this, my mother assumed I couldn't sleep without pressing down on him, so she let me do it as usual. But as soon as I pressed down, she knew it wasn't working. Finally, my mother had no choice but to let me relieve myself, but only after I took off my pants to avoid getting wet.

I was more than happy to oblige. I quickly took off my pants and pressed myself naked against my mother, but she wouldn't let me do it on her thighs, saying she was afraid of getting her clothes wet. She only allowed me to do it on her calves, and even got up to adjust her calves to a comfortable position for me.

I whispered, "Mom, let me do it myself. I promise I won't get my clothes wet."

My mother thought for a moment and agreed. I excitedly sat up next to my mother, hugged her, and said, "Mom, you're so good to me."

The mother laughed and cursed in a low voice: You are really a big kid, hurry up, you have to go to school tomorrow.

I knelt next to my mother's straightened feet and gently stroked the smooth thighs with my hands. My little brother had already been raised for a long time. My mother closed her eyes in embarrassment and cursed in a low voice: "You kid, why don't you deal with it quickly? Why are you touching me? I'm going to sleep."

My mother wanted to lie down and let me play by myself like before, but I stopped her. She looked at me puzzled. I asked her to put her feet up and hold her knees with her hands. My mother did so. I knelt in the crook of her legs and pressed my little brother against the leg joints from the side.

Because my mother was holding me so tightly, her thighs and calves were almost one. I pressed against her vulva, but couldn't penetrate on my first try. My mother realized what I meant and loosened her grip a little to make it easier for me to enter. But I stopped her; I tried to force it in myself, but failed several times. Finally, my mother loosened her grip, letting me in before squeezing again.

I held my mother's legs tightly with both hands, thrusting my hips repeatedly. The feeling was so good, so tight and slippery. My mother's legs were just amazing…

After thrusting hundreds of times, my mother felt her legs go numb, and I finally ejaculated, a gush of fluid shooting onto the inside of my mother's thighs. I groaned softly; it felt so good. My semen flowed down my mother's thighs and into her underwear. My mother gasped and quickly got out of bed to clean up the "gift" her son had left on her underwear.

From then on, I no longer needed to press down on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Every time, I would just hold her thighs tightly, and the feeling of my penis thrusting against her thighs was wonderful.

One day, one of my underlings brought me a book as a gift. No doubt about it, I was the boss in my class. Even the tough guys treated me with utmost respect. They'd only be rude to me if they didn't want to pass their exams. Who says high scores are useless?

I flipped through it, and only two words came to mind: "Top-notch!" That book was the first time I learned about anal sex. The long-lost tension of secretly reading novels during class returned, but that book gave me one feeling: it was so good.

After reading it, I seriously considered a question: why didn't my mother want me to try it too? Honestly, my mother's buttocks are so beautiful; it must feel amazing to penetrate them. I only now realize that I've never really looked at my mother closely before. Otherwise, why would I only now find her buttocks so sexy in retrospect?

After some time, I know that as long as my studies are good, my mother will generally agree to my requests, as long as they aren't too excessive.

After class, I told my younger brother I'd take this book home and read it slowly. I asked him if he had any other books, and if he could bring me one or two more, I guaranteed he'd get 80 points on every exam this semester. He readily agreed; he'd brought the book specifically for his exams a month from now.

The next morning, he brought two more books and secretly slipped them into my hands. Because of the book he'd lent me the day before, I wasn't really interested in penetrating my mother's groin last night and ejaculated quickly.

After my mother fell asleep, I secretly reached under her and touched her buttocks. Her tight anus made me want to immediately flip her over and fuck her chrysanthemum.

The two books my brother brought this time were about anal sex and incest. I was very excited after reading them; it turns out I wasn't the only one who felt this way.

I knew that if I got good grades on my final exams in a month, maybe my mother would agree to let me be a little more carefree, and perhaps there would be a chance… hehe… But before that, I had to study hard.

True to my word, after that, I gave up all opportunities to play and focused on my studies. My mother was pleased but also worried that I was overworking myself, so she kept urging me to go out and play for a while. I told her I wanted to do well in my studies and strive for good grades on the finals.

My mother thought I was working hard to get into a top high school and didn't say anything more. But she didn't realize that I was only in the first semester of eighth grade; who at such a young age would think about things a year and a half from now? I did work hard, that's true, but it was also for the sake of opening her virgin back door. Judging from how strong I was when I secretly touched my mother's anus with my fingers, I guessed her little chrysanthemum had never been used by my father. I was so looking forward to opening her virgin back door.

Before I knew it, it was the final exams. Thanks to my previous hard work, my grades were excellent; I got first place in two subjects and was in the top 20 in the rest. My mother was overjoyed. When I took the report card home for her to sign, she hugged me tightly, smiling, and asked what prize I wanted.

Could she give me what I wanted? If I said I wanted to open her virgin back door, I'd definitely get a beating. I just went along with my mother's usual tone, saying I was studying hard to get into a good high school, not for prizes.

My mother even praised me for growing up and becoming sensible. Tears of joy streamed down my face. I was determined to be rewarded. Since that was the case, I decided to ask for some first. I hugged my mother tightly and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I want to do it with you now, okay?"

My mother paused for a moment, looked around. My brother hadn't come back yet, and my father was out on a long-distance bus. Of course, no one was home. She thought for a while, then nodded and agreed.

My mother checked the door to make sure it was closed, then turned around and took off her coat first, then her pants.

I watched as her buttocks arched as she bent over to take off her pants; my penis swelled high, and her beautiful buttocks, encased in her small panties, revealed the delicate cleft in the center—the very spot I'd been studying hard for the past month. I desperately wanted to pounce on her, pull down her panties, and thrust my penis inside her!

Suddenly, an idea struck me. Even if I couldn't actually penetrate her anus, I could still savor the sensation of her beautiful buttocks. I unzipped her pants, pulled out my penis, and rushed over, grabbing her from behind.

My mother and I both screamed. My mother screamed because her anus was being attacked; although her underwear protected her, it was still quite a bit for her. I, however, almost broke my penis because I was too rough.

My mother quickly straightened her back, covered her anus with her hand, and asked me, a little angrily, "What are you doing? Why were you so rough? Couldn't you have waited a little longer?"

I knew my mother was genuinely angry, so I quickly put on a wronged look: "I've been too stressed from studying lately, and I wanted to relax after the exams. I couldn't help but do this when I saw you like this."

My mother saw how hard I had been studying lately, and considering I hadn't released my energy during the exams, she forgave me. Actually, I had been deliberately holding back so I could play with her more after the exams.

My mother sighed, touched her still slightly sore anus, and said, "Alright, go to bed now. Mom told you to come." She turned and walked towards the bed. "

Yay!" I mentally struck a victory pose, but of course, I couldn't show any expression on my face.

I grabbed my mother's arm. "Mom, can you bend over like you did before? It looks so good!"

At that time, the word "sexy" didn't exist in my vocabulary.

My mother paused for a moment. "You little rascal, always coming up with mischievous ideas. Fine, consider it a reward today. Do whatever you want."

My mother scolded me tenderly, then bent over, her buttocks sticking up high, her panties taut, clearly showing the cleft between her legs. My penis was already hard, protesting that I wasn't making a move. My

mother turned around and called to me: "Hurry up, this is tiring."

I quickly pressed myself against her, my penis pressed tightly against her beautiful buttocks, separated from her anus by only a layer of fabric. If it weren't for that fabric, it would be so much better. I held my mother's slender waist with both hands, my penis sliding in her cleft. I really wanted to go inside her. Oh, little brother, I'm sorry to trouble you for now, but in a couple of days I will grant your wish.

I slid forcefully into my mother's buttocks, my hands caressing her waist. After a while, unable to bear the pain of the stroke, she tried to straighten her back. My penis was still pressed against her buttocks. Straightening her back allowed me to fully contact her beautiful buttocks, and my penis felt amazing. My hands weren't to be neglected either; I grasped my mother's breasts. My mother tried to remove my hands.

I whispered in her ear, "Mom, let me touch them, okay? You promised to make me happy today, consider it my reward."

My mother held my hand tightly, considered for a long time, and slowly loosened it. During this time, my penis, of course, didn't stop, rubbing incessantly in my mother's buttocks.

I gripped my mother's breasts tightly, my heart pounding with excitement. My penis quickened its pace, rubbing against her a few times before I hugged her tightly from behind, excitedly calling out, "Mom!" and ejaculated.

Because my penis was tightly sandwiched between my mother's buttocks and mine, this sudden ejaculation sprayed semen all over my mother's back and my chest. I quickly grabbed some tissues to clean ourselves.

My mother thought I was done and picked up her clothes to put them on, but I stopped her, hugging her tightly from behind again and unhooking her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. My mother moved slightly, but ultimately didn't stop me. I gently caressed my mother's breasts.

After a while, my penis became erect again, and my mother, of course, felt it too. This time, because it was initially soft, when it hardened, it was positioned perfectly between my mother's legs, still separated from the sacred place where I was born by a layer of cloth. My mother instinctively squeezed her legs together.

Before, my mother wouldn't allow me to touch her genitals, and now it was the same with my penis. I hugged my mother tightly and quickly started moving back and forth before she could react, but surprisingly, my mother didn't object.

I became bolder and moved my hand down, but my mother stopped me, saying, "You can't touch there with your hand."

I knew that my mother would absolutely not allow it there, so I grabbed my mother's hand and made her hold my glans; otherwise, without something blocking the way, it was always a little uncomfortable.

My mother touched me, and I recoiled as if electrocuted. I rested my head on her shoulder and gently nibbled her ear: "Mom, hold it for me, it'll come faster that way."

My mother had no choice but to hold it with her hand, gently stroking my glans with her fingers. Ah… my mother's hands, roughened by years of work, felt so good against my skin!

I thrust rapidly between my mother's legs, enjoying the intimate contact between my glans and her hand. Soon, I ejaculated a second time. What's the rush? There's plenty of time today. A third time! This time, my mother didn't immediately get dressed, waiting to see if I wanted more. Anyway, my brother wasn't back yet; I could get dressed when he got to the door. Onward!

It was a really great day, but I still hoped the day I would lose my virginity would come quickly, around the time my father came home.

My mother was a conservative and traditional woman; she didn't know about the anal sex, and her son was already thinking about taking her virginity. My mother was a bit indecisive, and she spoiled me excessively. As long as I did well in my studies, she didn't care what I wanted, which is why I was able to engage in almost incestuous acts with her.

My father's day off arrived, and my mother bought groceries and cooked dinner early, then waited with us for him to come home.

Around 6 p.m., my father finally arrived home. After dinner and showers, my father gave my brother and me 5 yuan each, telling us to go out and play and come back later.

I knew why; any normal man, after a month of abstinence, would definitely end up like my father when he got home if he didn't relieve himself outside. Just now, my father kept glancing at my mother's breasts while eating, without even touching the food.

My father has a fastidious nature; it's impossible for him to drive around looking for prostitutes, so of course, my mother's anus remained unexplored. Heh, that's good for me; the longer my father held back, the better it was for my plan. Back then, I didn't know about sleeping pills; unless it was rape, my mother would never let me use her ass. You see, my mother always maintained a boundary: it was fine to mess around outside, but inside was absolutely forbidden.

My brother and I played at a billiards parlor on the street until 11 pm. I had my late-night shows on and wasn't in the mood to play, so I gave all my money to my brother to exchange for coins to gamble. My brother had been glued to the game console screen for hours, and when he came back, he kept yawning, eager to go to sleep.

That was fine; it removed one potential obstacle. When we got home, Mom greeted us looking a little tired. Dad must have been holding back for too long, but he still seemed a bit unsatisfied. She

quickly got us to bed, and Mom lay down with us. But shortly after the lights were turned off, I heard Dad get up from the next bed and call Mom to his. Mom, probably afraid we'd hear, and exhausted, refused. But Dad insisted, and Mom had no choice but to go.

I listened to Mom's suppressed moans. Thankfully, Dad's small bed was metal; otherwise, the shaking would have made me even more uncomfortable. Thinking about how I'd be deflowered soon, my little brother was rock hard. I held it, turned away, not wanting my father or mother to see.

About an hour later, my mother returned to my bed, and my father fell into a deep sleep. After so much sex, of course he was tired; the rest was up to me.

My mother was exhausted and wanted to sleep as soon as she lay down, but I turned and hugged her. She was startled, not expecting me to be awake. Her face flushed, probably knowing I had heard her moans.

I hugged her tightly and whispered, "Mom, I want it too."

Hearing the word "too," her face turned even redder. She coaxed me softly, "Not tonight, your dad's back. Besides, Mom's too tired. We can do it tomorrow, okay?"

I pressed my penis tightly against her lower abdomen. "Don't let it go numb. Dad's asleep, he doesn't know. Mom, you just sleep, I'll do it myself."

My mother listened to my father's breathing and, deciding he was asleep, said helplessly, "Okay, but be careful, don't make too much noise. If your dad finds out, he'll beat you to death. I'm going to sleep now, you can do it yourself."

She then lay down and closed her eyes. Ugh, what am I supposed to do now? "

Mom, I want to use your ass." I quickly whispered in her ear.

My mother didn't say anything, but turned her body around, her back to me, her buttocks sticking out towards me, making it easier for me. I suppressed my ecstatic excitement. My mother always waited for me to finish before going to sleep, and I'd thought about it for a long time without a chance, unless it was rape. Tonight, the opportunity had finally arrived.

I pulled my penis out of my pants and pressed it tightly against my mother's beautiful buttocks, gently rubbing it. No rush, I had to wait until Mother was fast asleep before making my move. I held back for an hour until Mother finally succumbed to sleep and drifted off to dreamland.

I quietly got up, greedily gazing at Mother's beautiful, alluring buttocks. My hands trembled as I reached for her panties; once that was removed, I would be done. I gently laid Mother flat, supporting her buttocks with my left hand, and slowly removed the last layer of protection from her body with my right. Mother's lower body was finally exposed.

I looked at her smooth belly, the alluring dark forest, and the inverted triangle between her legs. Undeniably, it was captivating, but that wasn't my target. I'd visit my birthplace another time.

I touched that dark forest, then positioned my mother in the same side-lying position as before. I stared at the chrysanthemum bud I had longed for, gently touching it a few times with my fingers. Each touch caused the little chrysanthemum to shrink inward like a mimosa.

Afraid of waking her if I touched it too much, I smeared my saliva all over the head of my penis. I learned this from a book. Then, lying on my side, I positioned my penis, just outside the chrysanthemum. The chrysanthemum shyly contracted, perfectly clamping the head of my penis.

I then held my mother's waist with one hand and checked the position again with the other. Once I was sure it was right, I took my underwear and placed it near my mother's mouth, so she wouldn't be able to hold back her cries of pain and could cover her mouth if she did.

I was all set, ready to begin. I tightened my grip on my mother's hand, then used my other hand, along with my underwear, to cover her mouth. At the same time, I strained, but her virginity was too tight; only the head of my penis could penetrate.

My mother cried out in pain, but with my underwear covering her mouth, it became a muffled groan. She tried to push me away, but I was holding her too tightly. At this point, I stopped covering her mouth. I had only done so because I was afraid she might unconsciously moan in her newly awakened state; now that she was awake, both she and I understood the consequences if others found out.

I held my mother tightly around the waist with both hands, placing one leg in front of her so I was pressed firmly against her body. I thrust my penis in forcefully, and tears streamed down my mother's face from the pain. She couldn't push me away, so she rolled forward, ending up face down on the bed.

I pressed myself firmly against her back, making it easier to penetrate her. With another push, my entire glans was inside. The feeling inside was wonderful—tight, soft, and hot. I wanted to reach the very bottom in one go.

My mother's experience was different. Her buttocks were aching, but she dared not cry out in pain. Unable to push me away, she could only bite the pillow, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. She slapped my back repeatedly, turning her head to look at me pleadingly, wanting me to stop.

I knew it was time to talk things out with my mother. Now that we were at each other's throats, it was the perfect opportunity to negotiate. I stopped my advance, but didn't retreat either. I remained still and kissed my mother's cheek.

My mother took a breath, enduring the pain of her anal fissure, and pleaded with me in a low voice: "You can't do this. Let go of Mommy. If you want Mommy to help you, Mommy will help you with my hand. If you want to touch me there, Mommy will let you touch me there. Please get up, please, be good, listen to me."

I pressed my face against my mother's and said: "Mom, I don't want it there. I've wanted this for so long. You can make me get up if you want, but only if you let me put it in here."

As I spoke, I moved my hand down, touching my mother's vulva, my fingers even touching her labia.

My mother was startled and pushed me away. "No, I'm your mother! You can't do this! If you want to have sex with me, we can be like before. I'll use my legs to help you."

I firmly refused. "Mom, there are only two options: either you let me do this, or I can be with you like Dad was."

My mother was terrified. "Isn't there any other way?"

I said, "Yes."

"What way?"

"Wake up Dad and let him beat me to death."

My mother didn't say anything after hearing that, and closed her eyes. I knew my mother agreed, so I continued.

My mother frowned and whispered, "Gently, it hurts."

Tears streamed down my mother's face. I pressed my face against my mother's face and gently licked her with my tongue, while simultaneously thrusting my lower body forward. My mother frowned, let out a muffled groan, and turned her head, biting the pillow tightly with her teeth.

Relieved, I increased the force of my thrusts. This time, my mother's whole body trembled, stiffening. But I was already fully inside her, feeling her instinctive sobs in her warm rectum—so hot, so tight.

I began to thrust rapidly, my mother remaining motionless, letting me do as I pleased. I lay flat against her back, wanting to become one with her. My hands reached under her from behind, touching her breasts—it felt amazing!

After about a hundred rapid thrusts, it was incredibly stimulating. I thrust hard, penetrating deeply into my mother's body, ejaculating for the first time inside her rectum.

My mother stiffened completely as I ejaculated, her buttocks clenching so tightly they almost snapped me in two.

After deflowering her, she tried to push me off, but I held her tightly. She stopped moving, knowing my capabilities. After a short rest

, we went at it again. I placed her hands under her head to elevate her body, making it easier for me. She let me do as I pleased, and I slowly began thrusting on her back. I had been too hasty and ejaculated too quickly; now I wanted to savor the taste of her anus.

My hands slowly roamed over her body. Although she had allowed me to touch her before, there were certain places I couldn't go. Now, my hands were touching her mons pubis.

My mother's body stiffened, and she hissed, "That's not a place you can touch.

Take it away." She tried to push me away, but we were blocked by her body, so she could only grab my arm, which she couldn't remove. I moved my hand to my mother's labia and gently touched them.

My mother's breathing became rapid. "No, don't, don't touch there, stop!"

At that moment, I reached my climax, ejaculating again inside my mother's anus. Afterward, I obediently lay on my mother's back, placing my hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm sorry. But I love you so much, I just couldn't help myself."

Upon hearing this, the mother burst into tears. "It's all because I spoiled you too much in the past. I agreed to everything you wanted, even things I shouldn't have. Now look what's happened. How can I face anyone?"

I know my mother is very emotionally unstable right now, and she doesn't know anything about anal sex.

I said, "Mom, I know this is wrong and it hurts you, but it's the same whether I insert it into your thighs or your anus. It's not like what Dad and I did, so what's the difference? It just hurts a little, but it'll be fine in a day or two. I promise you, I'll study hard from now on and get into a good high school. Please don't be angry anymore."

Although my mother didn't know about anal sex, she wasn't stupid. She snorted and said, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. If you do this again, I'll cut off your little penis. And where is it that dirty? Aren't you afraid of being unhygienic doing this? Don't even think about it anymore. Just go back to your studies and don't get any more ideas."

Seeing that my mother's tone had softened, I quickly said, "Mom, it's not dirty at all. It'll be fine after a wash. Since Dad doesn't want it, you can use it! You remember how I was in seventh grade. I did so badly because I had to study all by myself. You don't want me to fail to get into a good high school, do you?"

At home, everything revolves around my getting into a good high school; everything else has to take a backseat. My mother only cooperated with me in the first place because she was afraid I wouldn't be motivated to study. Now she's brought out this "magic sword" again. Sure enough, the "magic sword" worked very well; my mother stopped talking.

After a while, she finally laid down three rules:

First, I can insert it into your anus, but only after you've cleaned it. And then I have to clean it too.

Second, you are not allowed to touch the place where I was born, which is my mother's vagina. My mother is shy and embarrassed to talk about it. And you are absolutely forbidden to have any thoughts about that area.

Third, you cannot do it too often each day, lest it harm your health.

I readily agreed. The first rule was fine, but the second and third were problematic. As the saying goes, specific problems should be solved specifically. I haven't even tried my mother's little cunt yet, how could I possibly let it go?

As for the third rule, as long as I'm not satisfied, that's fine. Does my mother not care if she wakes up someone else to take me off? Just like now, my penis, after resting for so long, is hard again.

My mother, of course, can feel it under me. She struggles, not wanting me to penetrate her, twisting her hips back and forth, but this only fuels my little brother's desire. Hehe, you asked for it.

I hugged my mother tightly. "Mom, please, just one more time?"

My mother wanted to refuse. "Have you forgotten what I just told you? Too much is bad for your health, it will affect your studies, and I haven't washed yet, I'm dirty."

I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, it's a holiday, it's okay. Besides, I already went in, it won't make a difference if I go in again. I know it still hurts, but I really want it. Let me go in one more time, the last time tonight, okay, okay, Mom?"

My mother had no choice but to agree. "Remember, after that, get off and go to sleep."

I immediately grasped my penis and thrust it into my mother's anus, which was still stained with blood.

My mother groaned softly. "Gently."

I was already halfway in, and with a little more force, the other half went in too. No longer worried about my mother's resistance, I relaxed and began to enjoy myself, my hands busy exploring every part of her body except her vulva.

Suddenly, because I was too forceful, I accidentally knocked down the hair that was piled on my mother's head. I smoothed her long black hair, which cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, moving up and down in rhythm with me. So beautiful and sexy, I couldn't resist, and quickly thrust a few more times, ejaculating.

Tonight, my mother's rectum was practically my urinal, haha, my wish fulfilled, it felt so good. After I finished, my mother got up, grabbed a damp towel, and dried my penis, then secretly went to take a shower. Why? Need I say more? Tonight was truly amazing.

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The best incest story I've ever read (son and mother ejaculate every time they read it) is so realistic.

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