Meiqing, my mother, and also my lover.

"Chengcheng, get up, or you'll be late for school." A soft, gentle
voice called in my sleep.

"Just a little longer, just five more minutes." Summer mornings are the best time to sleep.
The room , is so hot at night; it's a bit cooler in the morning, so I have to get up again.

"No, I already gave you five minutes. You're going to be late, hurry up." Mom said, pulling back
the thin blanket from my body. "Ouch!" A soft exclamation came from beside me, and I instantly woke up. Oh no! I
masturbated twice last night, and I was so tired I fell asleep without putting my shorts back on, sleeping naked until dawn. Mom rarely pulls back
the blanket ; today she must be in a hurry.

"Mom, go out quickly, I'll get up." I pulled the thin blanket back up. Although I'd ejaculated twice last night,
my young body was still rock hard this morning; my mom must have seen everything. But thankfully, I
wasn't too embarrassed. After all, she's my mom; a few years ago, she used to bathe me all the time. But
for some reason, my mom's face looked a little red.

I hurriedly got up, washed up, and went out of my room. There was already porridge, fried dough sticks, and a
large flatbread . I slung my backpack over my shoulder, grabbed the flatbread and fried dough sticks, and rushed towards the door. I was almost
late because of my oversleeping. "You child, you're like this every day. Slow down on your way home." "My mother's voice came from behind.

My mother's name is Meiqing, and she's 36 years old this year. I'm 16 years old this year, haha, my mother gave birth to me quite early, I
guess it was because of puppy love. My mother works in a factory. In my memory, there's no concept of a father. It seems that
my mother only found out she was pregnant after they broke up, but she still insisted on giving birth to me. Her family didn't understand,
probably because it would be bad for her reputation!

My mother came to this small town alone. I don't know the specifics, but my mother gave birth to me
and raised me to this age. She must have endured a lot of hardship. Besides being attached to my mother, I also feel grateful to her.
Actually deep down, my mother is still my goddess. Every night, I fantasize about my mother masturbating.

I've been masturbating for a year now, but I can only bury this deep in my heart. I'm afraid of disappointing
my mother . To me, my mother is the most important person in the world, without exception. My mother said that I should
study hard now, so my grades in school have always been among the best. Of course, I don't dare to say that I'm in puppy love,
especially with her.

"Mom, I'm back!" "As soon as I entered, I called out, 'Oh, you do your homework first, Mom is
cleaning.' My mom answered from the bathroom. We rented a small two-bedroom apartment; the rooms were
small, but Mom kept it very clean, though there wasn't much furniture.

I started doing my homework in the living room, and after a while, I saw the bathroom door open and Mom came out.
I looked up, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her. Because it was hot, and few people came to the house, Mom
wore very little clothing when she was home—just a long cotton short-sleeved shirt that reached about five or six centimeters below her bottom. She was
probably washing clothes or cleaning in the bathroom; there was a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, and her face was flushed.

Mom isn't very tall, maybe only 160 centimeters, but perhaps because she gave birth to me early, she recovered her figure
very well . Combined with her naturally fair skin and petite stature, she looked at least..." She was ten years younger than her actual age. Her
exposed thighs were white and straight, making my mouth water. But when I saw my mother looking at me, I
quickly lowered my head and pretended to do my homework. However, my mother's sexy image was already deeply etched in my mind. It seemed
I would be masturbating again that night.

I wasn't feeling well that day, so I asked the teacher for leave and went home an hour early. When I got home, on my way to my room
, I passed the bathroom and heard my mother moaning inside. Without thinking, I rushed in.
With a gasp, I saw my mother standing in the bathroom, completely naked, her upper body showing her firm breasts, and
a peeled cucumber inserted into her lower body. I stood at the door, dumbfounded. We both froze.

After a dozen seconds, my mother hurriedly called out, "Chengcheng, quick... get out!" "After hearing my mother's words, I
hurriedly ran back to my room, lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, my mind filled with images of my mother's mature and alluring body.
Involuntarily, I pulled out my penis and started masturbating, quickly reaching orgasm.

A few hours later, there was a soft knock on the door. My mother said softly, 'Chengcheng, dinner's ready.' I
quickly tidied myself up and went out. My mother was already sitting there, eating with her head down. The meal
passed in an awkward atmosphere…

That day, on my way to school, I wasn't paying attention when I crossed the road, and a van crashed into me. I
instinctively stretched out my hands to push the van away, then felt a sharp pain in my hands, heard a screeching sound of brakes,
and passed out… When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I opened my eyes and saw my mother's swollen
eyes , crying softly.

My hands were in thick casts, and my forehead was bandaged. But later, I heard from the doctor…" My forehead
is fine, no concussion, but both hands are fractured, I'll need at least a few months to recover. The driver who hit me fled
, I didn't even see the license plate, and we have to pay the medical bills ourselves.

Less than a week later, I was discharged from the hospital; the hospital fees were too expensive, so my mom decided to take care of me herself,
only needing to come back to the hospital for routine checkups every now and then. Aside from the inconvenience in my hands, I'm fine.

My mom took some time off work and did some handicrafts that she could do at home; she had already asked for my leave of absence.
After putting my things down, my mom said to me, "Chengcheng, sit down for a moment, Mom's going out to buy groceries." I replied,
"Okay, go ahead!" "Mom turned on the TV for me and then went out.

After a while, I felt the urge to pee. Oh no! There are nurses at the hospital, what should I do now? Should I ask Mom
for help ? My eyes lit up, my goddess was going to help me… I was so excited. But what could I do now? I could
only try to hold it in. When I couldn't hold it in any longer, I saw the bathroom door was open, so I went in, but I couldn't pull
my pants . I held it in for a while, but I couldn't take it off, so I just stood there and peed.

Not long after, Mom came back. She saw me standing in the bathroom with a long face and my lower body all wet
. She knew what had happened and burst out laughing. 'Mom…' I
blushed 'It's okay, it's okay, it's Mom's fault. I won't laugh anymore.' Mom said, putting down what she was holding
and coming in.

After coming in, Mom paused for a moment, grabbed the hem of my pants (I was wearing beach shorts),
and pulled them down, down to my feet along with my underwear. I felt a chill down there, but then I immediately felt a...
My body felt hot. I saw my mother bending over, her face only a hair's breadth away from my penis. This scene made my
blood rush , and my penis hardened, the tip almost touching her face.

"Lift your leg a little." I felt my mother's voice tremble slightly. I mechanically lifted my leg, and my mother took off my
pants, put them aside, and then stood up. I saw her take a deep breath, pick up the showerhead, turn
it on , and carefully wash my genitals. I could tell that my mother was trying not to touch my penis at first, but when using
the shower gel, she inevitably had to get it on. My mother's hand slid over my sparse pubic hair and penis, and my
penis throbbed violently a few times. I felt it was as hard as an iron rod!

I heard my mother's breathing quicken, her face as red as a ripe apple. My mother quickened her movements, rinsing off
the shower gel, and stroked my penis a few times like a masturbator. The intense pleasure almost made me
ejaculate . As soon as my mother finished rinsing, she immediately grabbed a towel to dry me off and went out.

A moment later, she came in with my underwear, bent down, and was about to help me put it on. "Mom..." My
voice trembled. Mom looked up: "What?" I didn't know what to say. "I..." I could only look at
my hard penis; my eyes were definitely filled with desire.

"Lift your foot." Mom's voice trembled, but it was very firm. I jolted awake and
quickly lifted my foot. Mom helped me put on my underwear, stood up, and said, "I'm your mother..." She turned and left
the bathroom At the door, she added, "Your body is very weak right now; that will harm your health."

At dinner time, Mom didn't eat herself but fed me first. Her movements were very gentle, wiping my
mouth from time to time. After I finished eating, Mom ate herself. I sat beside her watching her eat, and
a wave of tenderness welled up in my heart. 'Mom, my goddess, I want to stay by your side forever. When I grow up, I will not only
repay your kindness in raising me but also marry you and let you live a happy life with me.' I secretly vowed in my heart.

After dinner, we watched TV for a while. Mom called me into the bathroom, soaked and wrung out a towel,
wiped my upper body, and then told me to go to sleep. Taking off my shirt was a hassle, but since it's summer, Mom said
I didn't need to wear clothes these days at home. She stripped me down to my underwear, helped me to bed, covered me with a light
blanket, turned on the fan, and said, "Call me if you need anything." She turned off the light and left.

A sudden urge to pee woke me up. I clumsily got out of bed and walked towards Mom's room. When I got to her
door , I heard "hmm...hmm...hmm..." sounds coming from inside. I got excited immediately, knowing
Mom was masturbating again.

Mom doesn't lock her door for my convenience, but I was too scared to push it open. I pressed my ear against
the door, and the sounds became clearer. I heard Mom making "hmm...oh..." sounds.
After a while, I heard, "Chengcheng, insert it into me, insert it into me..." My head went blank.
Mom actually said that! I felt like I was flying, happiness came so suddenly. I turned and ran back to my
room, the urge to pee was gone. So Mom loves me too.

I stood in my room, stunned, constantly replaying Mom's words: "Chengcheng, insert it into me..."
After a long time , I felt the urge to pee again. I went out and walked to Mom's door. There was no sound from inside. I
called out, "Mom, I need to pee." Mom said "Oh," turned on the light, and came out.
As soon as I saw Mom, a surge of desire welled up again. Mom was wearing a nightgown, definitely not a bra;
I could see her nipples. Her face was flushed. Thinking of the sounds I'd heard earlier, I got hard again.

Mom and I went into the bathroom. She pulled my underwear down to my knees and walked to the side. I said,
"It doesn't align." Mom looked, and my penis was sticking up high, completely out of sync with the urinal. She hesitated
for a moment, then grabbed my penis and pressed it down, aligning it perfectly.

The moment Mom grabbed my penis, I was overwhelmed with excitement. It throbbed a few times, and
Mom's face turned even redder, but she held it firmly. After a long while, she looked up in confusion. I
couldn't urinate; I was so excited I just wanted to ejaculate, how could I possibly urinate? (Many of you probably have similar
experiences, right?)

"I can't urinate," I said, my voice trembling. Hearing Mom's earlier cry, I grew
a little bolder. I gritted my teeth and said, "I just want to ejaculate now." Mom gave me a sideways glance, sighed, and
slowly tightened her grip, beginning a gentle up-and-down motion. I was so happy I almost cried; my goddess was giving me a handjob
!

After a series of stimulations, my body was already at its limit. After Mom had been masturbating for a while, my
breathing almost stopped, and my whole body trembled. Mom increased the speed, "Ah..." I couldn't help but cry
out , and a stream of white semen shot forward, so powerfully, splashing far onto the urinal. Mom slowed
down, but continued moving up and down until I ejaculated and my penis softened slightly before stopping.
She still held my penis towards the urinal.

After a while, the urine came out. Afterward, Mom took a towel and helped me clean myself up,
put on my underwear, and said, "You can't keep doing this. Your body is still weak after the injury; it's not good for
you ." I replied, "Okay." Now that I had released, I was obedient.

From then on, Mom and I both relaxed a bit. I always considered Mom my woman, so
I didn't feel any pressure. I knew that besides seeing me as her son, Mom probably had other thoughts, so
after helping me masturbate once, she didn't seem uncomfortable.

This was our world; we didn't have many friends, and no one came to visit, so I
basically only wore my underwear around the house. Mom usually only wore one set of pajamas unless she went out shopping,
and she often didn't wear a bra underneath. We both felt perfectly natural about it. My mother became much more open when bathing me, and
she touched my entire body countless times. If I wanted to ejaculate, she would help me masturbate, but she would
strictly limit how often I could ejaculate.

More than two months passed, and my hand was almost healed. The cast on one of my less injured hands had been removed,
and the other one would be removed soon. Living a life where my mother did everything for me—clothing, food, even toileting—made me gain at least six or
seven pounds. Apart from a slight pain in my hand, my body was perfectly healthy, and my desire for my mother
grew stronger.

Once, when my mom was helping me masturbate, I boldly put my penis into her mouth. She just gave
me a sidelong glance; although she didn't actually use her mouth, she wasn't angry. She even used her other hand to stroke my testicles, and the intense
stimulation made me ejaculate immediately. While cleaning me up, my mom muttered, "You little
rascal !" She glanced at me, and that glance told me she was also holding back; I saw
the desire in her eyes.

The day to remove the cast arrived. After the cast was removed, the doctor examined both my hands and said they were healed. My mom
smiled, a radiant smile that stunned the doctor. I took my mom's hand and said, "Mom, let's go home
." My mom hugged me and said, "Okay, let's go home." Her voice was filled with ease and happiness.

Back home, I said, "Mom, let's celebrate!" She immediately agreed, "Okay!" My mom
was in a great mood and even drank some wine at dinner. I wanted some, but she wouldn't give it to me, insisting I drink a soft drink instead. My mom's
smile was radiant, and I was mesmerized; boundless happiness overwhelmed me. I raised my drink and said emotionally, "
Mom , I want to take care of you for the rest of my life. I will make you happy until you grow old."

Mom trembled, looked at me deeply, but didn't speak. However, I saw her
eyes . "Mom, thank you, thank you for giving birth to me, thank you for raising me, thank
you for taking such good care of me, thank you for everything you've done..." As I spoke, tears streamed down my face, and I sobbed,
unable to speak. Mom reached out and hugged me tightly. "No need to thank me, I'm your mother." My
back was also soaked with Mom's tears.

"I don't want to be your son, I want to be your husband, I want to give you a lifetime of happiness," I
said without hesitation. Mom didn't say anything, just hugged me tightly. "Mom~" I urged. Mom paused
for a long time , took a deep breath, and said, "How can this be? I'm your mother, what will others think if they find out?"

"Let's leave here and find a strange city. It'll just be the two of us anyway." I was
extremely . "Okay, I'm going to clear the table. You go watch TV." Mom gently pushed me away. I glared at her,
motionless. Mom finished clearing the dishes and went into her room. I plopped down on the stool, speechless with
frustration . Why wouldn't Mom agree? What was I going to do?

After a long while, Mom came out and calmly said, "Chengcheng, it's time for a bath and bedtime." I
didn't say a word. Mom sighed, came over, and pulled me towards the bathroom. I stood there, like a wooden doll,
doing whatever she did without saying a word.

Mom skillfully took off my clothes, pulled down my pants, and started bathing me. When she finished, seeing that
I was still in a daze, and even my penis wasn't hard while she was bathing me (which was unusual), Mom did something that
immediately back to my senses and left me speechless. She squatted down, put my penis in her mouth, and gently licked
it. "Mom..." I couldn't believe it, and my penis immediately became hard.

My mother licked with care, occasionally making piston-like movements with her mouth, licking from the glans to the testicles. Although her movements
were clumsy , they were gentle and meticulous. I held my mother's head with both hands. Being served by my mother
's mouth for the first time, the physical and psychological stimulation made me increasingly aroused. I thrust forward, penetrating deep into
my mother's mouth, ejaculating into her mouth with trembling movements. My mother choked and coughed. She pulled out my penis, turned around
, and vomited, white semen flowing from her mouth. But I could see her throat moving, so she must
have swallowed a lot.

After a while, my mother raised her head, stood up, rinsed her mouth with water, cleaned me up, put on
her underwear , and said to me, "Satisfied now?" I chuckled, not knowing how to answer. Mom rolled her eyes at me,
pushed me into the room, and said, "Don't think nonsense, go to sleep. School starts in a few days, your task now
is to study hard." I then remembered that this injury had not only meant missing a month of school but also
two months of summer vacation, and school really was starting soon.

Lying in bed, I lay awake, unable to sleep, still reliving the image of Mom licking my penis.
What did Mom mean? Did she agree or disagree? In the middle of the night, I still couldn't sleep, thinking about
Mom, and my penis was rock hard again. I decided I couldn't wait any longer; I had to have Mom!

I quietly got out of bed and walked towards Mom's room. Mom's room was usually unlocked. I pushed open the door,
and through the dim light of the streetlamp outside, I saw Mom lying on her side on the bed, wearing a nightgown that revealed her
fair thighs. I swallowed hard and slowly walked to the bedside. "Mom," I called softly,
but Mom didn't respond. I called again, but still no response.

'Fine, if you don't react, don't blame me for being impolite. I'm going to make you my woman, I'm going to fuck
you!' I shouted in my heart, gently sitting down next to my mother, my hand touching her thigh. I felt
her tremble slightly, but she didn't move. I thought, my mother has touched my body countless times,
now 'm going to touch her back. So I moved my hand up, touching my mother's buttocks,
stroking her round buttocks back and forth.

I looked into my mother's eyes, the room was dark, but I could still see that my mother's eyes were tightly closed.
Mom , your eyes are closed too tightly, aren't they? I chuckled inwardly. My mother didn't object, and I became bolder.
I touched the crease of my mother's buttocks, stroking it back and forth through her underwear. After a while, I felt
her underwear getting wet, and it got wetter and wetter. My mother's breathing became heavier, but she still wouldn't open her eyes.

I didn't care anymore, I pulled my mother's skirt up to her waist, one hand touching the crease of her buttocks, the other touching
my mother's breasts, 'These two places are where my mother gave birth to me and raised me.' 'I was thinking. My mother's
breasts changed shape in my hands, and her juices had already flowed out of her panties. Her breathing became
heavier and heavier, almost making a sound.

I was clearly not satisfied with this. I withdrew my hand from her breasts, lifted her buttocks with one hand, and
pulled her panties down with the other. My mother remained the same—neither agreeing nor objecting.

I took off her panties, and my hand went to her buttocks again, finding a sea of fluid. My mother's
labia were not large, and the juices in between had already flowed down her thighs and onto the bed. I touched my mother's anus,
and she contracted slightly. I circled her anus twice, then moved forward, touching two soft labia. I
knew my destination was between those two labia (I learned this from the pornographic books I had secretly read). I parted her labia with my fingers and touched...'
When I arrived at the place I had longed for—my mother's fleshy cave—I trembled with excitement, my hands shaking slightly.

I inserted one finger into her, thrusting and probing wildly, wanting to see how
long my mother could endure it. I imitated the techniques I had read in books, in and out with my finger. I knew my mother hadn't had
a man , and her body must be very sensitive, so I used two fingers to thrust in and out rapidly, wanting to make my mother feel good first.

My mother began to make "mmm...mmm..." sounds, the sounds growing louder and louder, and she
became increasingly . My entire palm was soaked, and a large patch of the bed was also wet. Finally, my mother
let out an "oh..." and turned around, hugging me tightly, her whole body trembling, her face flushed, and her body shaking. I
felt my mother urinate, spraying a large amount of fluid onto my hand.

After a while, Mom finally came to her senses and muttered, "You little devil." I said to
her, word by word, "Mom, I want to fuck you." Mom opened her eyes, stroked my face,
and sighed, "Son, fuck me, let's go to hell together!"

Hearing this, I quickly pulled down my underwear and lay on Mom's stomach. I wanted to just do it first, afraid
Mom would change her mind. There has to be a first time before there's a second; the first time is the most important. I lay on Mom's stomach,
my hard penis poking around, but I couldn't get in. "Mom, help me!" I shouted. Mom's hand reached
down, guided my penis, and aimed it at a warm spot. I thrust my hips forward, and along Mom's wet
vagina, it went all the way in.

"Ah..." I was so excited I wanted to shout. I finally fucked Mom! Mom finally became my woman!
My eyes lit up as I stared at my mother. She blushed at my gaze and gently scolded, "You little rascal, did you get
what you wanted?"

"Hehe...yes, yes, I'd die happy."

"What nonsense! Didn't you say you'd stay with me forever? You can't say 'die' anymore."

"Hehehe..." I chuckled foolishly.

My mother slapped my bottom: "Silly boy, are you planning to lie like this forever?"

"I'm willing," I said, but I still started thrusting in and out. My mother's vagina
was wet and warm, tightly enveloping my penis. I felt like I was floating on air, thrusting faster and
faster. My mother made "mmm...mmm..." sounds again; perhaps she had let go, as her voice
grew louder.

Perhaps because I had ejaculated once in the bathroom, this time it wasn't so easy for me to ejaculate. After a few hundred thrusts, my mother
suddenly arched her back, stretching her legs onto my buttocks, pulling me tightly until I was deep inside her. I
felt waves of heat on my glans; this stimulation made me unable to hold back any longer, and I ejaculated instantly
. Stimulated by my powerful ejaculation, Mom reached an even higher climax. She rolled
her eyes , her juices gushing out like a flood, soaking my lower abdomen. She was truly a wonderful mom.

That night, we barely slept. Having just tasted sex for the first time, I endlessly savored Mom, and
she lost count of how many orgasms she experienced. As I drifted off to sleep at dawn, I vaguely heard Mom say, "
Son, husband, let's leave here, go somewhere no one knows us, and grow old together..."

"Chengcheng, get up, or you'll be late for school." In my hazy state, I heard a soft, gentle
voice calling my name.

"Just a little longer, just five more minutes." Summer mornings are the best time to sleep.
The room , was so hot at night; it was cooler in the morning, and I had to get up again.

"No, I already gave you five minutes. You're going to be late, hurry up." Mom said, yanking off
the thin blanket covering me. "Ouch!" A soft exclamation reached my ears, jolting me awake. Oh no!
I'd masturbated twice last night, was too tired to put my shorts back on, and slept naked until dawn. My mom rarely pulls
the covers , but today she must be in a rush.

"Mom, hurry up and get out, I'm getting up." I pulled the thin blanket back up. Even though I'd ejaculated twice last night,
my young body was still rock hard this morning; my mom had definitely seen everything. But thankfully, I
wasn't too embarrassed. After all, she's my mom; a few years ago, she used to bathe me often. But for
some reason, my mom's face looked a little red.

I hurriedly got up, washed up, and left my room. There was already porridge, fried dough sticks, and a
large flatbread . I slung my backpack over my shoulder, grabbed the flatbread and fried dough sticks, and rushed towards the door. I was almost
late because of my oversleeping. "You child, you're like this every day. Slow down on your way," my mom called from behind.

My mom's name is Meiqing, and she's 36 years old. I'm 16 this year. Haha, my mom had me pretty early; I
guess I was in a puppy love relationship. My mom works in a factory. In my memory, there's no concept of a dad. It seems like
she only found out she was pregnant after they broke up, but she still insisted on giving birth to me. Her family didn't understand,
probably because it would damage her reputation.

My mom came to this small town alone. I don't know the specifics, but she gave birth to
me and raised me to this age; she must have endured a lot of hardship. Besides being attached to my mom, I also feel gratitude. Deep down, she's still my goddess. Every night, I fantasize about her masturbating. I've been masturbating for a year now, but I keep it buried deep inside, afraid of disappointing her . To me, my mom is the most important person in the world, without a doubt. My mom says I need to focus on my studies now, so I've always been at the top of my class. Of course, I wouldn't dare say I'm in a relationship, especially with her. "Mom, I'm home!" I called out as soon as I entered. "Oh, you do your homework first, Mom's cleaning," came my mom's reply from the bathroom. We rented a small two-bedroom apartment. The rooms were tiny, but Mom kept it very clean, though there wasn't much furniture. I was doing my homework in the living room when, after a while, I saw the bathroom door open and Mom came out. I looked up, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her. Because it was hot, and few people came to the house, Mom wore very little clothing when she was home—just a long cotton short-sleeved shirt that reached about five or six centimeters below her bottom. She was probably washing clothes or cleaning in the bathroom; there was a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, and her face was flushed. Mom isn't very tall, maybe only 160 centimeters, but perhaps because she gave birth to me early, she recovered her figure very well . Combined with her naturally fair skin and petite stature, she looked at least ten years younger than her actual age. She was exposed...

A pair of long, white, straight legs outside made my mouth water. But when I saw my mother looking at me, I
quickly lowered my head and pretended to do my homework. However, my mother's sexy image was already deeply etched in my mind; it seemed
I'd be masturbating again that night.

That day, I wasn't feeling well and asked my teacher for leave, returning home an hour early. Back home, on my way to my room
, as I passed the bathroom, I heard my mother moaning inside. Without thinking, I rushed in.
A gasp escaped my lips as I saw my mother standing naked in the bathroom, her upper body revealing her firm breasts, and
a peeled cucumber inserted into her lower body. I stood helplessly at the door, both of us stunned.

After a dozen seconds, my mother urgently called out, "Chengcheng, quick... get out!" Hearing my mother's words, I
hurriedly ran back to my room, lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, my mind filled with my mother's mature and alluring body.
Involuntarily, I pulled out my penis and started masturbating, quickly reaching orgasm.

A few hours later, there was a soft knock on the door. Mom said softly, "Chengcheng, dinner's ready." I
quickly got ready and went out. Mom was already sitting there, eating with her head down. The meal
passed in an awkward atmosphere…

That day, on my way to school, I wasn't paying attention as I crossed the road. A van hit me. I
instinctively reached out my hands to push the car away, and then a sharp pain shot through my hands. I heard a screeching sound of brakes,
and I passed out… When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I opened my eyes and saw Mom's red and swollen
eyes , crying softly.

My hands were in thick casts, and my forehead was bandaged. Later, the doctor said that my forehead
was fine, no concussion, but my hands were fractured and I would need at least a few months to recover. The driver who hit me
fled, and I didn't see the license plate clearly. We had to pay the medical bills ourselves.

Less than a week later, I was discharged. The hospital fees were too expensive, so Mom decided to take care of me herself,
only needing to come back to the hospital for treatment every now and then. Apart from the inconvenience in my hands, I was fine.

Mom took the day off and took on some handicrafts that could be done at home. She had already asked for my leave a while earlier.
After putting down her things, Mom said to me, "Chengcheng, sit down for a bit, Mom's going out to buy groceries." I replied,
"Okay, go ahead!" Mom turned on the TV for me and went out.

After a while, I felt the urge to pee. Oh no! There are nurses at the hospital, what should I do now? Should I ask Mom
for help ? My eyes lit up. My goddess would help me… I was so excited. But what could I do now? I could only
try to hold it in. When I couldn't hold it in any longer, I saw the bathroom door was open and went in, but I couldn't pull
my pants . After holding it in for a while, I finally had no choice but to stand there and pee.

Not long after, Mom came back. Seeing me standing in the bathroom with a long face and my lower body all wet
, she knew what had happened and burst out laughing. "Mom…" I
blushed . "It's okay, it's okay, it's Mom's fault. I won't laugh anymore, I won't laugh anymore." Mom said, putting down what she was holding
and coming in.

After coming in, Mom paused slightly, grabbed the hem of my pants (I was wearing beach shorts) with both hands,
and pulled them down, including my underwear, to my feet. I felt a chill down there, but immediately felt
my whole body heat up. I saw Mom bending over, her face only a tiny distance from my penis. This scene made my
blood rush, and my penis became erect, the tip almost touching Mom's face.

"Lift your leg a little." I felt Mom's voice trembling slightly. I mechanically lifted my leg, and Mom took off my
pants, put them aside, and then stood up. I saw her take a deep breath, pick up the showerhead, turn
it on , and carefully wash my genitals. It was clear that Mom was trying not to touch my penis at first, but when using
the shower gel, she inevitably had to get some on it. Mom's hand slid over my sparse pubic hair and penis, and my
penis throbbed violently a few times. I felt it was as hard as an iron rod!

I heard Mom's breathing quicken, her face as red as a ripe apple. Mom quickened her pace, rinsing off
the shower gel while simultaneously stroking my penis a few times like a masturbator, the intense pleasure almost making me
ejaculate . As soon as she finished rinsing, she grabbed a towel to dry me off and left.

A moment later, she came back in with my underwear, bent down to help me put it on. "Mom..." my
voice trembled. Mom looked up: "What?" I didn't know what to say, "I..." I could only look at
my hard penis; my eyes were undoubtedly filled with desire.

"Lift your leg." Mom's voice trembled, but it was resolute. I jolted awake,
quickly lifting my leg. Mom helped me put on my underwear, stood up, and said, "I'm your mother..." She turned and left
the bathroom , adding at the door, "Your body is weak right now; that will harm you."

At dinner, Mom didn't eat herself, but fed me first. Her movements were gentle, wiping my
mouth occasionally. After I finished eating, Mom ate herself. I sat beside her watching her eat, a wave of tenderness washing over me
. 'Mom, my goddess, I want to stay by your side forever.' "When I grow up, I will not only
repay your kindness in raising me, but I will also marry you and make you happy to spend the rest of my life with me," I secretly vowed.

After dinner, we watched TV for a while. Mom called me into the bathroom, soaked and wrung out a towel,
wiped my upper body, and then told me to go to sleep. Taking off my shirt was troublesome, but since it was summer, Mom said
that since were at home, I didn't need to wear clothes these days. She took me down to my underwear, helped me to bed, covered me with a thin
blanket, turned on the fan, and said, "Call me if you need anything." She turned off the light and left.

A sudden urge to urinate woke me up. I clumsily got out of bed and walked towards Mom's room. When I got to her
door , I heard "hmm...hmm...hmm..." sounds coming from her room. I suddenly became excited, knowing that
Mom was masturbating again.

To make things easier for me, Mom never locked her bedroom door, but I was too scared to open it. So I pressed my ear against the door
, and the sounds inside became clearer. I could hear Mom making "hmm...oh..." sounds.
After a while, I heard her say, "Chengcheng, put it in me, put it in me..." My head went blank!
Mom actually said that! I felt like I was flying. Happiness came so suddenly. I turned and ran back to my
room. The urge to pee was gone. So Mom loves me too.

I stood in my room, stunned, constantly replaying Mom's words in my mind: "Chengcheng, put it in me..."
After a while, I felt the urge to pee again. I went out the door and walked to my mother's room. It was quiet inside. I
called out, "Mom, I need to pee." My mother said "Oh," turned on the light, and came out.
As soon as I saw her, a surge of desire welled up inside me. She was wearing a nightgown, and
I could her face was flushed. Remembering the sounds I'd heard earlier, I got hard again.

My mother and I went into the bathroom. She pulled my underwear down to my knees and walked to the side. I said,
"It's not aligned." My mother looked and saw that my penis was sticking up high, completely out of sync with the urinal. She hesitated
for a moment, then grabbed my penis and pressed it down, aligning it. The moment

my mother's hand grasped my penis, I felt an overwhelming surge of excitement. My penis throbbed a few times, and
my mother's face turned even redder, but she held it firmly. After a long while, she looked up in confusion. I
couldn't pee; I was so excited I just wanted to ejaculate, how could I possibly pee? (Many of you fellow students probably have similar
experiences, right?)

"I can't urinate," I said in a trembling voice. Hearing my mother's cry just now, I grew
a little bolder. I gritted my teeth and said, "I just want to cum now." My mother glanced at me, sighed, and
slowly tightened her grip, beginning a gentle up-and-down motion. I was so happy I almost cried; my goddess was giving me a handjob
!

After a series of stimulations, my body was already at its limit. After my mother had been masturbating for a while, my
breathing almost stopped, and my whole body trembled. My mother sped up, "Ah..." I couldn't help but cry
out , and a stream of white semen shot forward, so powerfully, splashing quite a distance onto the urinal. My mother
slowed down, but continued moving up and down until I finished cumming and my penis softened slightly before stopping,
but she still held my penis towards the urinal.

After a while, I finally urinated. After I finished, Mom took a towel and wiped me clean down there. She helped me put
on my underwear and said, "You can't keep doing this. Your body is still weak after the injury. It's not good for
your health ." I replied, "Okay." Now that I had released my pent-up energy, I was obedient.

After that, Mom and I both became more relaxed. I always considered Mom my woman, so
I didn't feel any pressure. I knew that Mom probably had other thoughts besides seeing me as her son, so she didn't seem uncomfortable
after helping me masturbate once.

This was our world, just the two of us. We didn't have many friends, and no one came to visit, so I
basically just wore my underwear around the house. Mom usually wore one set of pajamas unless she went out to buy things,
and she often didn't wear a bra underneath. We both felt very comfortable with it. Mom was much more open when she bathed me, and
she touched my whole body countless times. If I wanted to ejaculate, Mom would help me masturbate, but she would
strictly limit how long I could wait before ejaculating again.

More than two months passed, and my hands were almost healed. The cast on one hand, which was less severe, had already been removed,
and the other hand would be ready soon. Being waited on hand and foot by my mother had made me gain at least six or
seven pounds. Aside from a slight pain in my hand, I was perfectly healthy, and my desire for my mother
was growing stronger.

Once, when my mother was helping me masturbate, I boldly put my penis in her mouth. She just gave
me a sidelong glance; although she didn't actually use her mouth, she wasn't angry. She even used her other hand to stroke my testicles, and the intense
stimulation made me ejaculate immediately. While cleaning me up, my mother muttered, "You little
rascal !" and glanced at me. That glance told me that she was also restraining herself; I saw
the desire in her eyes.

The day to remove the cast arrived. After the cast was removed, the doctor examined both my hands and said they were healed. My mother
smiled, a radiant smile that left the doctor speechless. I took my mother's hand and said, "Mom,
let's go home." My mother hugged me and said, "Okay, let's go home." Her voice was filled with ease and happiness.

When we got home, I said, "Mom, let's celebrate!" She immediately agreed, "Okay!" My mother
was in a great mood; she even had some wine at dinner. I wanted some, but she wouldn't give it to me, insisting I have a soft drink instead. My mother's
smile was radiant, and I was mesmerized by her beauty; boundless happiness overwhelmed me. I raised my drink and said emotionally, "
Mom, I want to take care of you for the rest of my life. I will make you happy until you grow old."

My mother trembled, looked at me deeply, but didn't speak. However, I saw her
eyes "Mom, thank you, thank you for giving birth to me, thank you for raising me, thank
you for taking such good care of me, thank you for everything you've done..." As I spoke, tears streamed down my face, and
I couldn't speak anymore, sobbing uncontrollably. My mother reached out and hugged me tightly. "No need to thank me, I'm your mother." My
back was also soaked with my mother's tears.

"I don't want to be your son, I want to be your husband, I want to give you a lifetime of happiness," I
said desperately. Mom didn't say anything, just hugged me tightly. "Mom~" I urged. Mom paused
for a long time , took a deep breath, and said, "How can this be? I'm your mother, what will people think if they find out?"

"Let's leave here and find a strange city. It'll just be the two of us anyway." I was
incredibly . "Okay, I'm going to clear the table, you go watch TV." Mom gently pushed me away. I glared at her,
motionless. Mom finished clearing the dishes and went into the room. I plopped down on the stool,
too dejected to speak. How could Mom disagree? What should I do?

After a long while, Mom came out and calmly said, "Chengcheng, it's time for a bath, time for bed." I
remained silent . Mom sighed, came over, and pulled me towards the bathroom. I stood there, like a wooden doll,
doing whatever she did, without saying a word.

Mom skillfully undressed me, pulled down my pants, and started giving me a bath. After she finished, seeing
me still dazed, even my penis unusually not hard while she was bathing me, Mom did something that
immediately snapped back to reality and left me speechless. She knelt down and put my penis in her mouth, gently licking
it. "Mom..." I couldn't believe it, and my penis immediately became hard.

Mom licked it carefully, occasionally making piston-like movements with her mouth, licking from the glans to the testicles. Her movements were
clumsy , but gentle and meticulous. I held Mom's head with both hands. Being served by Mom's mouth for the first time,
the physical and psychological stimulation made me increasingly aroused. I thrust forward, penetrating deep into Mom's mouth.
I ejaculated into my mother's mouth with shuddering movements. She choked and coughed, pulling my penis out and turning away to vomit
. White semen dripped from her mouth, but I could see it moving in her throat; she must
have swallowed a lot.

After a while, she looked up, stood up, rinsed her mouth with water, cleaned me up, put on her
underwear , and said, "Satisfied now?" I chuckled, unsure how to answer. My mother rolled her eyes at me,
pushed me into the room, and said, "Don't think nonsense, go to sleep. School starts in a few days, your task now
is to study hard." I then remembered that this injury had taken me through a month of school and
two months of summer vacation, and school really was starting soon.

In bed, I lay awake, unable to sleep, still reliving the image of my mother licking my penis.
What did my mother mean? Did she agree or disagree? In the middle of the night, I still couldn't sleep, thinking about
my mother, and my penis was rock hard again. I decided I couldn't wait any longer; I wanted my mother!

I quietly got out of bed and walked towards my mother's room. She never locked her room. I pushed open the door and,
through the dim light of the streetlamp outside, saw my mother lying on her side on the bed, wearing a nightgown that revealed her
fair thighs. I swallowed hard and slowly walked to the bedside. "Mom," I called softly
. She didn't respond. I called again, still no response.

'Fine, if you don't respond, don't blame me for being impolite. I'm going to make you my woman, I'm going to fuck
you!' I shouted inwardly, gently sitting down beside her. My hand touched her thigh. I felt
her tremble slightly, but she didn't move. I thought, "Mom has touched my body countless times;
now 'm going to get my revenge." So I moved my hand upwards, touching her buttocks,
stroking her round bottom.

I looked into her eyes. The room was dark, but I could still see that her eyes were tightly closed.
"Mom , your eyes are closed way too tightly," I thought to myself with a smirk. My mother didn't object, so I grew bolder
. I touched the crevice of her buttocks, stroking it back and forth through her panties. Soon, I felt
her panties getting wet, and they were getting wetter. My mother's breathing became heavier, but she wouldn't open her eyes.

I didn't care anymore. I pulled her skirt up to her waist, one hand touching her buttocks, the other touching
her breasts. 'These are the places where my mother gave birth to me and raised me,' I thought. Her
breasts changed shape in my hands, and her vaginal fluid had already flowed out of her panties. Her breathing became
heavier and heavier, almost making her moan.

I obviously wasn't satisfied with that. I withdrew my hand from her breasts, lifted her buttocks with one hand, and pulled
her panties down with the other. My mother remained the same—neither agreeing nor objecting.

I took off her panties, and my hand touched the middle of her buttocks again, finding a sea of fluid. My mother's
labia weren't large, and the vaginal fluid had already flowed down her thighs and onto the bed. I touched my mother's anus.
She flinched slightly. I circled her anus twice, then moved forward, touching two soft labia. I
knew my destination was between those labia (a technique I'd learned from secretly reading pornographic books). I parted her labia with my fingers and
touched the place I'd longed for—my mother's vagina. I trembled with excitement, my hands shaking slightly.

I inserted one finger into her vagina, thrusting and probing wildly. I wanted to see how
long my mother would endure. I imitated the techniques I'd read in the book, pumping my fingers in and out. I knew my mother hadn't had
a man , and her body must be very sensitive. I then used two fingers to pump rapidly, wanting to make her feel good first.

My mother started making "hmm...hmm..." sounds, growing louder and louder, and her juices flowed
more and . My entire palm was soaked, and a large patch of the bed was wet too. Finally, my mother
let out an "oh..." and turned around, hugging me tightly, her whole body trembling, her face flushed, her body still shaking. I
felt my mother urinate, spraying a huge amount of urine onto my hand.

After a while, she finally came to her senses and muttered, "You little devil." I said to
her, word by word, "Mom, I want to fuck you." She opened her eyes, stroked my face, and
sighed, "Son, fuck me, let's go to hell together!"

Hearing this, I quickly pulled down my underwear and lay on my mother's stomach. I wanted to just do it first, afraid
she'd change her mind. The first time is the most important. I lay on her stomach,
my hard penis poking around, but I couldn't get in. "Mom, help me!" I cried out. She reached
down, guided my penis, and aimed it at a warm spot. I thrust my hips forward, sliding along her wet
vagina, and it went all the way in.

"Ah..." I was so excited I wanted to shout. I finally fucked my mother! My mother was finally my woman!
My eyes lit up as I stared at my mother. She blushed at my gaze and gently scolded, "You little rascal, did you get
what you wanted?"

"Hehe...yes, yes, I'd die happy."

"What nonsense! Didn't you say you'd stay with me forever? You can't say 'die' anymore."

"Hehehe..." I chuckled foolishly.

My mother slapped my bottom: "Silly boy, are you planning to lie like this forever?"

"I'm willing," I said, but I still started thrusting in and out. My mother's vagina
was wet and warm, tightly enveloping my penis. I felt like I was floating on air, thrusting faster and
faster. My mother made "mmm...mmm..." sounds again; perhaps she had let go, as her voice
grew louder.

Perhaps because I had ejaculated once in the bathroom, this time it wasn't so easy for me to ejaculate. After a few hundred thrusts, my mother
suddenly arched her back, stretching her legs onto my buttocks, pulling me tightly until I was deep inside her. I
felt waves of heat on my glans; this stimulation made me unable to hold back any longer, and I ejaculated instantly
. Stimulated by my powerful ejaculation, Mom reached an even higher climax. Her
eyes , and her juices gushed out like a flood, soaking my lower abdomen. She was truly a wonderful mom.

That night, we barely slept. Having just tasted sex for the first time, I endlessly savored Mom, and
she lost count of how many orgasms she experienced. As I drifted off to sleep at dawn, I vaguely heard Mom say, "
Son, husband, let's leave here, let's go somewhere where no one knows us and grow old together..."

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