Betraying Mom

(I) I was carrying my schoolbag when I passed the general store at the alley entrance. As soon as Mr. Li saw me, he excitedly pulled me over. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly handed him the white briefs my mother had changed out of the night before, which hadn't been washed. Mr. Li excitedly brought the briefs to his nose, took a deep sniff, and then stuffed two hundred yuan into my hand. I've done this kind of transaction many times, so I never have to worry about not having enough pocket money.

I'm a born scoundrel, knowing how to exploit people's weaknesses to make my own profit. Of course, this wouldn't work without some skill. I'm like a child prodigy from ancient times, smart and good at reading from a young age; before starting elementary school, I had read all sorts of books, including *Water Margin*, *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*, *Journey to the West*, *Amazing Stories*, and *Jin Ping Mei*. Now that I'm in second grade, I've read even more books; people say reading is beneficial, but for me it's a mixed bag, because I read all kinds of books, good and bad, so naturally I've become somewhat unable to distinguish between them.

My father taught at a school, and my mother worked for the county government. Since both were civil servants, we were considered a respectable family in this rural community. The community was a mixed bag, filled with idle and aimless people. These people, with nothing to do all day, naturally focused their attention on drinking, women, and gambling. However, the security situation was relatively good in the 1970s, so they didn't commit any particularly bad deeds.

There weren't many working women then, and those working in government offices like my mother were even rarer. My mother wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had an elegant demeanor and paid attention to her appearance; coupled with her tall stature of 172 centimeters, everyone thought she was very attractive. In the entire community, my mother was one of the most popular objects of sexual fantasy!

I read a lot, so I naturally knew a lot; plus, I was young, and people weren't wary of me, so it was easy for me to find out a lot of information. Those idle hooligans always tried to get information about my mother from me, and of course, I pretended to be naive and took the opportunity to swindle some benefits. They thought I was stupid, but I thought they were idiots. For example, Mr. Li, the owner of that grocery store, gave me over a thousand yuan just for a few pairs of my mother's unwanted panties. Tell me, who's the stupider one?

I often play near the community temple entrance, which is the community's entrance and exit, with a square, a small park, and a recreation room. It's a gathering place for bored people and a playground for children. My mother rides her bicycle there to and from work every day, so some bored people time their time to peek. As a child, I observe with a detached eye and often discover many interesting things.

My mother usually wears a suit or a tight skirt to work, rarely trousers; therefore, when she pedals her bicycle, she inevitably exposes a little bit of her underwear. And this is one of the most interesting betting games for those bored people—guessing the color of my mother's panties. So how do they prove who guessed correctly? Hehe~~ Of course, they need my help!

The usual method is this: I stop my mother at the stalls in front of the temple and deliberately ask her to buy some snacks. Below the stall were several stone steps, where people often played chess or chatted. They would pretend to be playing chess, and I would try to get my mother to bend over in front of the stall; as long as she wore a skirt and bent over, they could naturally see her underwear from below. Haha! Like this, I could earn ten yuan each time!

You must be wondering, do my parents know how sneaky I am? Hehe! Of course they don't know! In their eyes, I'm a model student, always first in my class, and I love reading—a model student among models! My mother has no idea I'm full of mischief; she still treats me like a child, bathing me every day. Although I've read a lot and probably know more about sex than my mother, I'm still too young to experience sexual stimulation. But bathing with my mother is still a very pleasant experience.

My mother is tall, so her overall figure is quite well-proportioned. At thirty years old, her skin is fair and rosy, without any moles or scars, looking delicate and pleasant. Her breasts were of moderate size, about the size of an upside-down rice bowl; they were firm, with slightly upturned pink nipples, soft and elastic to the touch. I always liked to touch my mother's breasts while bathing her.

My naked mother appeared very tall to me; her long legs were straight and shapely, and her buttocks were round, plump, white, and large. She had a tuft of pubic hair in an inverted triangle shape, black and shiny, like fine hair. When my mother bathed me, I always carefully observed her body. Partly because my mother's body was indeed beautiful, and partly because this was essential knowledge for making money.

For example, that fishmonger, Ah Gou, would often secretly ask me about my mother's physical characteristics. Of course, I wouldn't tell him without a benefit. However, Ah Gou was always willing to pay a high price for information from me, so he knew my mother very well. For instance, he would ask me to secretly watch my parents making love and then tell him the details, and he would always pay me 100 yuan.

Once, when he overheard me relaying what Mom had said to Dad about his premature ejaculation: "You're so useless! How come you can't even last three minutes?", he gave me an ambiguous smile and immediately gave me an extra 50 yuan. What a good customer! In short, everything about Mom was a valuable commodity waiting to be sold, just waiting for the right time and the right person to buy it!

During summer vacation, I borrowed a full-service Jin Yong novel and studied it diligently at home. Often, late at night, I would still be studying late into the night, and thus I secretly peeked at my parents making love a few times. However, it wasn't very exciting, far less enjoyable than described in the book; perhaps because I was too young to appreciate the nuances!

Dad passed the entrance exam for graduate school and, through connections, transferred to teach in the north, so usually it was just Mom and me at home. Recently, there's been fish on the table at every meal, which I found a bit strange; Mom didn't used to like fish much, so why has her appetite changed?

There's a small hill behind the community, with some fruit trees growing in mixed patches; one day, I was bored, so I went to the hill to steal some fruit. It was incredibly hot, and I was drenched in sweat and terribly thirsty. Only after entering the woods did I find some shade. Looking around, I spotted a tall wax apple tree, laden with ripe fruit that looked delicious. Using the kung fu from Jin Yong's novels, I climbed up.

I'd just eaten a few wax apples when I suddenly heard voices below. I thought, "I didn't see anyone just now." Peeking down through the leaves, I was astonished. To the left of the wax apple tree was a large, leafy tree, and in its shade was a small, flat patch of grass. The grass was surrounded by overgrown weeds, so it was invisible unless viewed from above. Standing on the grass were a man and a woman. The man was Ah Gou, the fishmonger, and the woman was my mother!

They seemed to have just arrived. Ah Gou took out a plastic sheet and placed it on the grass, then solicitously invited my mother to sit down. Mom was wearing a pale yellow sleeveless dress and mid-heeled sandals. Because of the heat, she wasn't wearing pantyhose as usual. Her sitting posture caused the dress to ride up, revealing a large portion of her fair thighs. Ah Gou seemed to have come prepared, with drinks and snacks readily available; the two drank and chatted.

Ah Gou: "Did you get your leave approved? Did no one see you?"

Mom: "What leave? Just fill out a business trip form. Who comes here in this heat?"

Ah Gou: "Wow! You civil servants are so lucky. I was worried you wouldn't be able to get leave!"

Mom: "What's the rush? Even if I couldn't get leave, I'd find a way to skip work. Since I promised you, I'll definitely come!" (She let her hair down as she spoke, and I suddenly realized that Mom seemed to have suddenly become more charming.)

Mom: "You bring me fish every day, and you always say sweet things. What brings you here today?" (Mom laughed as she spoke, looking so cute!)

Ah Gou, being a bit gossipy, even sang a couple of lines: "Give me a kiss, can I...?"

Upon hearing this, Mom chuckled and said coquettishly, "Don't be so silly!"

The two seemed very familiar with each other, their conversation becoming increasingly inappropriate, practically flirting. Ah Gou moved closer and closer, eventually sitting shoulder to shoulder with my mother. I watched from the tree, seething with anger, wanting nothing more than to pee on Ah Gou's head. Then Ah Gou started getting restless. He put his arm around my mother's shoulder, his other hand sliding down to her leg. My mother twisted away, breaking free, and laughed, saying, "Don't do that!"

Ah Gou chuckled, "Who told you to be so pretty?" Before he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed my mother's slender ankle, pulling off her sandals. My mother was caught off guard, seemingly startled; but in an instant, she regained her composure. She braced herself with her hands behind her back and kicked Ah Gou; Ah Gou caught her soft, bare foot and began to suck on it. Mom seemed very ticklish; she kept giggling and kicked Ah Gou hard with her other foot. But Ah Gou was agile; he raised his arm and caught Mom's foot under his armpit.

Ah Gou kept sucking on Mom's tender white toes, occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick the sensitive instep. Mom laughed and struggled, her dress rolled up, exposing her entire thigh and white panties to the bright sunlight. Ah Gou suddenly released Mom, got up and took off his clothes. His chest was covered in black hair, which spread all the way down to his lower abdomen. Damn it! No wonder Ah Gou always bought information from me; he had ulterior motives and planned this all along!

Wow! Ah Gou's penis was really big, like a pig intestine stuffed with glutinous rice, fat, thick, and long; the glans was swollen and shiny, looking quite fierce. I had seen Dad's penis before, and it seemed to be only half the length of Ah Gou's.

Mom seemed genuinely panicked. She cried out in alarm, "Agou! Don't do this! It's just a joke, we can't..." Agou didn't reply. He knelt beside her, his large penis swaying wildly. Mom's face flushed and paled in turns, as if hypnotized, her supine body seemingly unable to move.

Agou unzipped Mom's dress and easily removed it. Mom tried to push him away, but upon touching Agou's hairy body, she seemed to weaken. Her bra and panties were stripped away one by one, revealing a naked Mom who had lost her usual dignified composure, appearing incredibly delicate and vulnerable.

Agou embraced his naked mother, caressing her soft, white breasts. Mom trembled incessantly, but did not stop him. Encouraged, Agou became even more audacious. He laid Mom down on the ground and pressed his mouth against her vulva, licking it repeatedly. Mother seemed lost in passion, moaning softly; she gripped Ah Gou's shoulders tightly, her legs clamping around his head.

I was furious up in the tree, but my extensive reading taught me that I absolutely couldn't let them find out now, or I could be in serious trouble. Ah Gou lifted Mother's thighs, positioning his large glans against her wet vulva. He thrust forward, but didn't penetrate. Mother cried out in pain, "Ouch! It's too big! Be gentle!"

Ah Gou gently comforted her, his large glans slowly rubbing against her wet vulva. After a while, Mother seemed unbearably aroused, reaching out to grab his penis and hastily trying to insert it into her vagina. As soon as the penis entered Mom's body, she began to wildly twist her hips and thrust up and down, then cried out in a wanton moan: "Mmm...good...harder...deeper...so good...ouch...I can't take it anymore..."

Ah Gou's movements became increasingly violent; he seemed to be blinded by lust, completely disregarding Mom's life or death. Mom's body convulsed, her expression one of great pain, but her hips kept thrusting upwards, welcoming Ah Gou's powerful thrusts. At this moment, my little penis inexplicably became hard and erect.

Mom began to sob and cry, muttering between sobs: "So good...I feel so good...ooh...oh my god...it feels so good..."

Ah Gou twisted his hips and thrust hard twice, his fierce appearance making every hair on his beard stand on end. Then he began to tremble, and Mom screamed again, then the two of them embraced and kissed tightly, trembling together. Although I was furious that Mom and Ah Gou were having sex, I had to admit that their sex life was much more exciting and entertaining than Mom and Dad's. After

they finally finished, they hugged and whispered a bunch of mushy things before getting dressed and hurriedly leaving. Mom suddenly became so gentle and considerate towards Ah Gou, looking completely devoted. Damn it! Having a big penis is definitely an advantage! (II)

Mr. Li, the owner of the grocery store, said that Mom's panties smelled particularly good lately and asked me to find a way to get him a few more pairs. Hearing this, I had to admire Mr. Li; he was indeed an expert in this area. Since Mom started having sex with Ah Gou, her mood had improved dramatically, and she had become increasingly beautiful. She often spoke to Ah Gou on the phone mysteriously, but she deliberately kept her voice down, so I couldn't hear any of the mushy talk.

However, the smell of Mom's panties was definitely related to her phone calls with Ah Gou. Several times, I caught Mom making calls late at night; she usually answered them lying in bed or curled up on the small sofa next to the bed. I'll give you a live report now, so you'll understand:

1. My mother, wearing only her panties, answered the phone; the two started talking;

4. My mother began to cross her legs and squeeze them together; 5. My mother slowly reached out and touched her breasts or genitals;

6. My mother excitedly spread her legs and vigorously rubbed her genitals;

7. After the call, my mother went to the bathroom to wash and change her panties

. Although I don't know what they were talking about, whenever they talked on the phone at night, my mother's panties would get wet and dirty. According to my inspection, the panties my mother changed out of after the call were always wet, especially the crotch area, which was particularly wet, sometimes with some light yellow discharge and a few pubic hairs. The panties I sold to Mr. Li a few days ago were the ones my mother changed out of after the phone call.

Since discovering my mother's affair, I have been greatly traumatized, and my body seems to have undergone subtle changes. In the past, when my mother bathed me, my penis would occasionally get erect, but that was just an unconscious, natural reflex. Now, whenever I see my mother's naked body, the lewd image of Ah Gou having sex with her immediately flashes into my mind; at the same time, my penis instantly becomes hard and erect. Perhaps my precocious sexual awareness has awakened, because I have a strong desire... to let my little penis taste my mother's flavor.

Having been nourished by Ah Gou, my mother's breasts have noticeably enlarged, her nipples have darkened, her buttocks are more perky, and her gluteal muscles are tighter, but the most striking feature is her facial expression. My mother has been a civil servant for a long time, so she's somewhat serious, but recently her cheeks have been flushed, alluring, and she always smiles with a touch of shyness. I'm too young to notice, but all the bored men in the neighborhood have sensed my mother's change.

Boss Li told me that my mother has become increasingly sexy lately, and whenever he sees her, he immediately feels the urge to have sex with her. Mr. Li also said that Curly, who sells betel nuts, Ah Kun, the car mechanic, and a bunch of other people shared the same opinion. Some even jokingly said they wanted to rape my mother! He jokingly told me to keep a close eye on my mother, otherwise, having several sugar daddies all of a sudden would be incredibly embarrassing.

Rumors circulated that Ah Gou and his wife were getting a divorce, fighting so badly they were bleeding and even used knives. Ah Gou's wife is an indigenous woman who works at the market cleaning fish; she's quite fierce and aggressive. Apparently, Ah Gou confessed to his wife that he was having an affair, but refused to reveal the other woman's identity. In a fit of anger, his wife chopped off his penis with a fish-cleaning knife. Although he went to the hospital for stitches, the doctor said the function was unlikely to be restored and he could only have it put back in place for show. Hearing this news, I was overjoyed, thinking, "Serves him right! Who told you to mess with my mom!"

My mother was clearly affected; a faint sadness appeared on her face. Perhaps she'd had a taste of something better? Without Ah Gou's big penis, Mom could only release her lust through masturbation. From my observation, Mom rarely masturbated in the past; it was all because of that damn Ah Gou, who somehow made my originally dignified and chaste mother so lewd and thirsty.

My mother's methods of masturbation are very diverse and convenient, almost unrestricted by time or place. As for the tools, she uses whatever is readily available; I've never seen her use any special sex toys. In the bedroom, she mostly uses her hands to caress her genitals; in the bathroom, she uses the showerhead to create a jet of water to stimulate her breasts or genitals. In public places or the office, she simply crosses her legs and contracts her muscles, achieving the same effect. You might wonder how I knew my mother masturbated in public or at the office? The answer is simple: I've seen it with my own eyes.

The time at the office, it happened like this. Because my mother was taking me to a wedding that evening, I went to the office to wait for her. That day, my mother was very free and secretly read a novel. I saw the title: *Heart Lock* by Guo Lianghui. It's a very famous erotic novel, but of course, my mother didn't think a little brat like me would know that. Having seen my mother masturbate so much, I'm quite familiar with some of her reactions.

That day, as Mom watched, she first squeezed her legs together, then her eyes welled up with tears, and her face began to flush. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her nose, and her white teeth started to gently bite her lip. Sitting next to her, I saw the muscles in her buttocks and legs twitching intermittently; I knew immediately she was about to climax.

As for the conscript physical exam, that was even more outrageous. It took place in our school auditorium, and it happened to be homecoming day, so I happened to witness Mom's behavior. The auditorium was chaotic; on one side were conscripts undergoing physical exams wearing only their underwear, and on the other side, the family planning center was promoting family planning. Mom was temporarily assigned to assist, explaining the use of condoms. Wearing high heels and a tight skirt, her long, beautiful legs looked exceptionally attractive. As soon as she stepped onto the stage, whistles erupted, making the beautiful Mom appear somewhat shy.

A group of virile young men, their eyes gleaming with lust, stared at my mother's beautiful legs, constantly asking embarrassing questions and trying to take advantage of her. My mother, who had been standing in front of the lectern, saw them sitting on the floor, getting closer and closer, seemingly trying to peek under her skirt, so she took two steps back behind the lectern. The old-fashioned lecterns had drawers with a round handle; my mother, holding onto the lectern with both hands, leaned forward, her genitals pressed against that handle. I was in the storage room three meters behind my mother, putting away teaching materials for the teacher, and witnessed this scene.

Perhaps this large group of young men aroused my mother's hidden desires, because she began to masturbate in front of everyone. While answering incoherent questions, she rubbed her genitals against that handle. Although the lectern blocked her view, the young men couldn't see my mother's actions, but her expression and voice were enough to evoke a reaction. My mother's eyes were watery, her cheeks flushed, and her voice soft and weak. When a male student asked my mother in a suggestive way what position to use during intercourse to prevent pregnancy, I noticed that my mother's rubbing speed increased, and her white teeth began to lightly bite her lip.

Stimulated by Ah Gou's big penis, I also began to care about my own little penis. After summer vacation, I entered the third grade, and I found that my penis had also upgraded; I measured it with a ruler, and when it was erect, it was a full ten centimeters long!

Precocious as I was, I became more and more interested in my mother's body; now, the happiest thing every day was taking a bath with my mother. One day, while my mother was washing me, my upgraded penis became erect. My mother seemed surprised that it had suddenly grown so big, so she curiously pinched it a couple of times. My mother's hands were so soft and gentle, and it felt so good to pinch me. A mischievous idea came to me, and I deliberately acted coquettishly towards my mother.

"Mom! Is there something wrong with me? Why does my penis always swell up?"

Mom lovingly rubbed my neck and laughed, "If a boy doesn't swell up, then there's something wrong with him! Don't worry!" "

Mom! Why is there something wrong if it doesn't swell up? What's the use of a swollen penis?"

Mom seemed to find this question difficult to answer, so she smiled and said, "You'll know when you grow up!"

I reached out and grabbed Mom's soft, white breasts, rubbing them as I asked, "Mom! Where did I come from?" Mom pushed my hands away, turned me around, and washed my back, then said impatiently, "Why do you have so many questions today?"

Seeing that the conversation seemed to be going nowhere, I mischievously asked, "Mom! Why do so many adults in our community say that it must be really enjoyable to have sex with a mom? What does 'really enjoyable to have sex with' mean?"

Mom's face immediately changed; she seemed very angry, but also a little guilty. She questioned me, "Who told you this? What were they saying?"

I feigned innocence and said, "I heard it while playing at the entrance of the temple. There were many people there, but I can't remember clearly." "But it seems like it was that guy, Ah Gou, who had his penis cut off

, who said it." Hearing the name "Ah Gou," Mom became even more nervous. She quickly pressed, "What else did you hear them say about Mom?"

I pretended to think for a moment, then said, "They said Mom is very sexy, very attractive, and must be very slutty in bed… They also said that when Dad isn't home, Mom must be very itchy down there… There's a lot more, but I can't remember it all right now!"

Seeing Mom's face turn pale and then red, and she didn't say anything, I continued, "Mom! What does 'very slutty in bed' mean? Why is Mom itchy down there when Dad isn't home?" Mom was completely speechless. She angrily said, "These are all vulgar words. Don't learn them. You should go to the temple fair less often in the future."

Mom seemed genuinely angry, so I quickly flattered her, "Mom! Don't be angry, I'll help you wash your back." Mom didn't say anything, but bent over and started washing her hair at the sink. I stood behind her and applied soap for her.

Because my mother is tall and I'm short, even though we were very close, washing her back was still quite difficult. So I moved a small stool and stood on it to wash her. Standing on the stool, my erect penis was pressed against the crevice of my mother's upturned buttocks. That soft, slippery feeling was truly wonderful.

It was originally an unintentional touch, but after experiencing the pleasurable sensation, I intentionally thrust in there. At that moment, I completely forgot that I was washing my mother's back. I lay on top of her like a male dog in heat, poking and thrusting wildly. Since we had always bathed together, it was common for mother and son to play around, so although my mother felt it was inappropriate, she didn't stop me; besides, she was washing her hair and it wasn't convenient for her to get up at that moment.

My mother's body was covered in soap, making it slippery and increasing the pleasure; suddenly, my penis pressed against a crevice and slid in a little bit. My mother suddenly straightened up, and I immediately fell to the ground. Her hair was covered in foam as she scolded me sharply, "This is getting more and more outrageous! What are you doing?"

I fell off the stool, and it was quite a fall. After being scolded by my mother, I simply started to cry, half-jokingly.

My mother came over and saw a big bump on my head. She softened her tone and said, "Okay, don't cry. Go out after you've washed up. I'll put some medicine on for you

later." I lay on the bed, waiting for my mother to put on the medicine, while trying to recall the strange feeling from that moment. Where exactly did my penis touch my mother? Why did I feel a smooth breakthrough? If my mother hadn't gotten up, would my penis have gone all the way in? Before my mother came in to put on the medicine, I had already drifted off to sleep. (III)

Ever since I almost inserted my penis into my mother's vagina last time, I couldn't forget that feeling. Thinking that my penis had actually made initial intimate contact with my mother's vagina, I couldn't help but get excited and hard again. My mom still treats me like a child. She often jokes with me when I take a bath, asking if my penis has grown bigger. I always pretend to be shy, and my mom laughs and teases me by deliberately touching my penis.

During our playful fights, I always wanted to be able to push my penis into that mysterious place again, just like last time. But without a stool to help me, even if I stood on tiptoe, I could only poke at my mother's thigh a couple of times. My mother didn't seem to mind my puppy-like behavior, sometimes even teasingly saying, "You can't reach it, can you? Who told you not to grow tall enough?" I asked her then, "So, when I grow taller, I can push my penis into Mom's place?" My mother hugged me and laughed, "You little rascal! How can you be so horny? You want to push your penis into Mom? How can that be? Hehe... We'll talk about it when you grow taller!"

My mother's affectionate playful banter made me take her casual remarks seriously and remember them firmly. Growing taller and making my penis bigger became my most important goal. Because along with this goal would come my mother's plump, wet, mysterious, and mature honey pot. However, growth and development cannot be rushed; even if I'm impatient, I still have to take it step by step.

The number of people coveting Mom had actually increased dramatically, as a large group of teenagers in the community had joined the ranks of those fantasizing about her. The swimming pool built in the community with subsidies from the county government was completed, and there was a launching ceremony after the ribbon-cutting. Mom, being a county employee and a community resident, naturally became the representative of the county government to go into the water. The manufacturer had provided several swimsuits for the representatives to choose from, and Mom picked the most conservative white one-piece swimsuit.

The ribbon-cutting took place during summer vacation, and almost all the teenagers in the community were present. The representatives lined up in their swimsuits; Mom, tall and long-legged, immediately became the focus of everyone's attention. After the county magistrate finished his speech, the representatives entered the water one by one, followed by a large number of teenagers who jumped into the pool, creating a splashing and lively scene. Mom swam for a short while before coming up to find me, but she never expected that her white swimsuit would become almost transparent after being submerged in water.

My mother's curvaceous figure was fully revealed; her breasts and nipples were clearly visible beneath her swimsuit, and her dark pubic hair was also on full display. Even her most mysterious vulva was clearly visible. My mother, in her early thirties, was truly a sight to behold, appealing to all ages.

Teenagers would get aroused by her; men in their thirties and forties would want to hug her; even elderly men in their sixties and seventies couldn't resist her charm. In the rural community, the environment was simple and unchanging; whoever was beautiful was known by word of mouth. In short, my mother was like a ripe peach, instantly becoming the ultimate sexual fantasy for the men in the community.

I continued to use my mother to make some money, but stealing her underwear was becoming increasingly difficult. My mother noticed her underwear was constantly disappearing, so she became more vigilant, even suspecting I was behind it, and secretly checked my room. On the other hand, several reliable old customers only wanted my mother to wear unwashed underwear, which naturally made things more difficult.

But a scoundrel like me would always come up with something new! My latest idea was to forge my mother's erotic diary. With my level of Chinese proficiency, making up some third-rate pornographic stories to fool these country bumpkins was a piece of cake. I can hardly believe how popular this idea was; although my old customers looked pale and thin from reading it, they kept urging me to quickly copy my mother's diary for them to see. By the way, photocopying wasn't common in those days, especially in the countryside, so I could only share it with customers by copying it.

Actually, this idea came from my mother. One night, my mother was writing furiously at her desk for three or four hours. I had never seen my mother like this before, so I paid special attention. After she finished writing, she lay in bed looking at the manuscript, and soon she started masturbating. It was summer vacation then, so I had plenty of time and supervised her the whole time. My mother thought I was asleep, so she didn't care.

She was completely naked, legs spread, one hand holding the manuscript, the other rubbing her vulva. That night she was particularly excited, moaning lasciviously and writhing wantonly; the dim yellow light of the bedside lamp made her snow-white body exude a seductive, lewd aura. She masturbated three times in a row before finally achieving complete satisfaction. She sighed softly, crumpled the manuscript, and casually tossed it into the wastebasket. Without getting up to clean herself, she turned off the light and went to sleep naked. I couldn't help but sigh inwardly; if my mother had worn her panties while masturbating, those panties would have fetched a good price!

The next day, after my mother went to work, I retrieved the manuscript from the wastebasket, laid it flat, and wow! It was my mother's record of her ill-fated affair with Ah Gou. After reading it carefully, I felt Ah Gou was quite "unlucky" too; he only slept with my mother three times before his wife chopped off his penis. He really wasn't very good!

Reading my mother's diary helped me understand her better and began to sympathize with her. She wasn't promiscuous at all; on the contrary, she was very chaste. Ah Gou raped her, and he was the first man to give her an orgasm. In her diary, my mother stated that my father had a small penis and weak sexual ability, so even after ten years of marriage, she had no idea what an orgasm was. It wasn't until she was raped by Ah Gou that she truly experienced the feeling.

After raping her, Ah Gou used this to blackmail her into continuing the relationship. My mother was afraid of being ashamed, and unable to resist the temptation of orgasm, so she gave in. However, Ah Gou's wife kept a close eye on her, and my mother couldn't go out to work, so they only had sex three times in total. What I saw in the tree was their second date.

My mother also wrote that although she was raped by Ah Gou and coerced into continuing the relationship, besides feeling sorry for my father and me, she didn't regret it, because Ah Gou had given her a new life. Now that Ah Gou has been castrated by his wife, Mom is free from future troubles, but she will never forget those three blissful experiences. Ever since she tasted orgasm, Mom's body has become exceptionally sensitive, and her libido is extremely strong, so she often resorts to masturbation through fantasies to relieve her intense desires.

Mom's self-confession makes me feel so sorry for her; it's like she's living a life of widowhood. I wish I could grab an air pump and immediately inflate my penis so I could properly comfort her when she wants it.

Fabricating Mom's erotic diary also caused her regular customers to develop unusual sexual fantasies about her. For example, I fabricated facts, saying that Mom had a voyeuristic tendency and liked to intentionally or unintentionally expose her body for men to peek at. As a result, they believed it and even went so far as to interpret the previous swimsuit incident as a planned act of exposure by Mom. Fortunately, Mom has a normal lifestyle and rarely goes around gossiping; otherwise, hearing such distorted claims would have driven her crazy!

My mature and charming mother, though dignified and proper in her daily life, always attracted unwanted attention due to her outstanding figure and voluptuous body. Most people only fantasized about her, indulging in wishful thinking, but Lao Hu turned his lust into action, wanting to satisfy his animalistic desires on her.

Lao Hu was a retired soldier in his sixties, living alone and idle all day, either boasting about his glorious past or bragging about his experience with women. He had a rudimentary understanding of traditional Chinese medicine and occasionally practiced as a quack doctor, treating people's illnesses; because he sometimes succeeded by chance, he was quite well-known in the community. Lao Hu had long coveted my mother and often pestered me to get information; things like my mother's measurements, the color and style of her underwear, the thickness and amount of her pubic hair were the things he was most interested in finding out. However, since he refused to pay, I pretended not to know and didn't tell him.

But man proposes, God disposes. My mother, a highly educated woman, almost succumbed to the clutches of this lecherous old man, Mr. Hu! That day, while browsing the street stalls near the temple, my mother twisted her ankle in her high heels and couldn't walk. Mr. Hu happened to be nearby and volunteered to treat her. In full view of everyone, he quickly massaged and rubbed her ankle, and miraculously, she felt better and could walk home on her own. My mother's confidence in Mr. Hu grew greatly, and without any suspicion, she accepted his suggestion to have him come to her home for further treatment.

Old Hu was indeed a master at manipulating women. The first time he came to our house, he deliberately made me watch, to show that he was being open and aboveboard. He pretended to take my mother's pulse, then said that her yin and yang were imbalanced and her qi and blood were not flowing smoothly. He said that besides her ankles, she needed to massage other related acupoints; however, these acupoints were sensitive, and he was afraid my mother might misunderstand. This feigned

indifference worked perfectly on my naive mother; she politely asked him to go ahead and do as he pleased, so he openly began to molest her in front of me. He first rubbed her ankles, then moved upwards along her rounded calves; his touch was quite precise, pressing, stroking, and kneading, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. When he moved to the back of her knees, her muscles visibly tensed. As mentioned before, ever since my mother experienced orgasm, her body had become exceptionally sensitive, and her libido extremely strong. Now, with Old Hu's skillful techniques subtly teasing her, she naturally reacted strongly.

Her face flushed, and her eyes began to well up with tears. Old Hu noticed the change in his mother and told her to relax and not be nervous. Since it was the first time, Old Hu didn't dare to go too far, only touching a spot two or three inches above her knees. However, he left a caveat, saying that his mother was too nervous today, so he hadn't massaged several meridians yet, and he would massage her again next time when she was more relaxed. After Old Hu left, his mother took me into the bathroom to shower; I was shocked to find that the crotch of his mother's panties was completely soaked!

The second time Old Hu came, he didn't let me watch. He deliberately asked if I had finished my homework, and I tactfully pretended to go into my room to do it. But my door was ajar, and I could see everything in the living room clearly. He chatted with his mother for a couple of minutes before starting his treatment. I felt that his mother was acting strangely. Last time, she wore shorts for convenience during the treatment, but today she wore a loose long skirt; if Old Hu lifted her legs to massage, wouldn't it be easy to see what was under her skirt? However, from their conversation, I immediately understood that it was Old Hu who suggested my mother dress this way.

Old Hu: "The ankle meridian extends all the way to the thigh root. Last time you wore shorts, it was inconvenient to massage it. Wearing shorts like today is just right."

Mother: "My ankle doesn't hurt anymore, do I still need to massage the whole meridian?"

Old Hu: "You young people just don't know how serious this is; you don't just have ankle problems, you also have a problem with imbalanced Qi and blood. I'll treat it for you while I'm at it, so you won't get rheumatism when you get older."

Mother: "Is it that serious?"

Old Hu suddenly lowered his voice and whispered to my mother: "Last time your son was here, so it wasn't convenient for me to say. You have problems with your sex life, and your Qi and blood are particularly weak. If you don't get proper treatment... you might..."

I was listening intently, but the last few sentences were too soft for me to hear, but my mother's face immediately turned red, and she showed a shy expression. I couldn't help but feel a growing unease. This old Hu seemed like a seasoned veteran, adept at using his age to his advantage and a master of deception. My naive mother was no match for him.

As Old Hu's hands moved upwards, my mother's skirt was lifted higher and higher. Since I wasn't around, his movements became more exaggerated. My mother's skirt reached her thighs and then stopped, but Old Hu's hands remained hidden within, wriggling about. My mother's back pressed against the sofa, her gaze growing increasingly hazy. Though she tried to suppress it, she still let out a soft moan or two from time to time. Old Hu, with his sanctimonious demeanor, kept comforting my mother, saying, "Just bear with it, just bear with it," while his hands continued their actions without pause. I seriously doubted whether his "just bear with it" was meant for me.

At this moment, Old Hu lifted his mother's long skirt, revealing her soaking wet panties. He whispered to her, "See? I told you so! You have weak blood and qi, so your libido is high. I only massaged the meridians on your legs, and you're already this wet!"

His mother hesitated, unsure what to say. After a long while, she softly asked, "Then what should we do?"

Old Hu's face showed an ambiguous expression. He said thoughtfully, "The best way, of course, is for you and your husband to practice dual cultivation; but your husband rarely comes home, so it might be difficult. However, even if your husband is home, if the conditions aren't right, it's all in vain."

His mother asked in surprise, "What do you mean by 'not right'? What kind of conditions?"

Old Hu implied, "You should know better than me, why are you asking me?"

His mother was stunned for a long time before she understood the meaning behind his words. She blushed and couldn't speak.

Old Hu's hands didn't stop moving as he continued, saying, "Actually, to cooperate with you, you need at least my size." His words were so explicit that Mom was both embarrassed and shy, completely at a loss for what to do. Then Old Hu made a startling move; he grabbed Mom's foot and pressed it against his bulging crotch. Mom was shocked and before she could speak, Old Hu spoke again.

Old Hu: "Don't be nervous, I just want you to feel it, to see if it's the right size for you; relax, don't think too much, carefully feel it with your soles."

Mom was bewildered by his pretense and hypocritical behavior, completely at a loss. Old Hu's attack became even more aggressive; his free hand suddenly went straight for her center, conquering Mom's fortress. Mom cried out, tightly gripping Old Hu's hand; after a brief struggle, she gave up resistance, completely surrendering to Old Hu's demonic hand.

I was furious, but conflicted, I didn't want them to stop immediately. Subconsciously, I seemed to expect my mother to experience another orgasm during the rape; I eagerly anticipated seeing her wanton and lewd demeanor during her climax.

Old Hu knelt before the sofa, placing my mother's snow-white legs on his shoulders. He lowered his head and began licking her vulva through her soaked panties. My mother appeared dazed and alluring, her long legs swinging wildly, her hands gripping Old Hu's hair tightly. After a while, her body suddenly thrust forward, then she exhaled and softly leaned back on the sofa.

Old Hu raised his head, his tongue circling his lips, and whispered, "I'll let you taste the real flavor of a man again!" He then stood up, unzipped his pants, and a large, dark, and fierce penis was immediately presented before my mother.

I couldn't believe that an old man as thin as Lao Hu could have such a big penis. It was definitely no smaller than Ah Gou's, only slightly less firm. No wonder he always boasted about how to play with women; he really did have a good one! Mom stared at the penis in disbelief, as if caught in a mental struggle.

Suddenly, she quickly stood up, put down her long skirt, and said calmly and resolutely, "Mr. Hu, thank you for your kind treatment; I'm cured now, and I don't need to trouble you anymore."

I felt both relieved and disappointed, unsure of what outcome I wanted. Lao Hu seemed puzzled as well; why had his prize slipped away when it was almost his? But having traveled all over the country, he knew when to stop. He immediately turned around, straightened his clothes, and said goodbye to Mom.

Mom called out to me, "Uncle Hu is going home; aren't you going to see him off?" Having watched the drama unfold, I couldn't help but think to myself, 'Mom's acting is pretty good too!' (iv)

After seeing Lao Hu off, Mom seemed a little weak in the legs. She plopped down on the sofa, too lazy to move. I asked Mom if her foot was fully healed, and whether Lao Hu would come again. Mom simply said, "It's healed, he won't come anymore," and then fell silent. I didn't know what Mom was thinking, so I pretended to be a little aggrieved and neglected and asked her in a low voice, "Shouldn't you take a bath?" Mom probably realized she was acting a little strange, so she said lazily and softly, "Go and run the water first, Mom will be right back."

I soaked in the bathtub, and Mom came in. As usual, she took off her clothes and sat on the toilet to urinate. I paid special attention to Mom's genitals, and sure enough, it looked sticky, even her pubic hair was wet and tangled together.

The mother and son lay naked together, the most intimate moment of the day, and I started teasing my mother again. I deliberately asked her why she had pubic hair while I didn't. My mother seemed to be in a better mood, and she said coquettishly, "Why are you doing this again? Haven't I told you several times? You'll naturally grow pubic hair when you grow up!" Seeing that my mother had returned to normal, I flattered her, "Mom! You look better when you smile. You looked so scary with that stern face earlier!"

Although my mother dealt with Lao Hu's matter quickly and decisively, she was still worried that Lao Hu would talk nonsense outside. I'm a considerate child, and without my mother asking, I took the initiative to find out the news. The result was unexpected and shocked me: Lao Hu had also had his penis cut off! I put in a lot of effort and finally pieced together the whole story.

It turned out that Lao Hu, under the guise of treating people's illnesses, had been having affairs with several women at the same time, and these women were all married women; after a while, their husbands naturally became suspicious. Since they were all neighbors, the victims formed a cuckoldry alliance, banding together to teach Old Hu a lesson. They first persuaded his cheating wife, then tricked Old Hu into it; he was caught red-handed and had his penis cut off. Knowing he was in the wrong, Old Hu dared not report it to the police or make a fuss; he quietly left town and disappeared without a trace.

It's said that after seeing Old Hu's penis, the members of the cuckoldry alliance immediately forgave their wives. They said, "It's so big! If I were a woman, I'd love it too!" Of course, I can't verify these claims, but when I heard Mr. Li, the grocer, recount them, I laughed until my stomach hurt. Mr. Li also told me, "You're really lucky. Didn't your mother also have him treat her illness? Luckily, your mother has high standards and didn't like Old Hu; otherwise, you'd have an extra sugar daddy, and half the men in town would be jealous!"

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: why do all men who are associated with my mother have their penises cut off? Was my mother destined to be a penis killer? However, I also thought this idea was absurd, so I just let it go. But recently I've been a bit confused; the idea that my mother has a voyeuristic tendency is just something I made up; but lately, her behavior seems to actually show that tendency. I can't help but wonder, am I some kind of magician? Does whatever I write come true?

These past two days, after my mother finishes showering, she always lies in bed reading with the main light on. I know my mother's habits; when she finishes showering and gets ready for bed, she usually only wears a pair of briefs, without even a bra. My mother's bedroom is right next to the mountain, so there's no worry about her being exposed, and that large window facing the mountain is always left open except in winter. But usually, my mother reads with a small desk lamp; now that she's turned on the main light, isn't it a bit too bright?

My room is the same as my mother's bedroom, also facing the mountain with a large window, and now that it's summer, of course, the window is also left open! The other day, when I turned off the light to go to sleep, I glanced up at the mountain unintentionally, and wow! Someone was peeping at me from the mountain! Our house is a two-story building with its own entrance and yard. The small hill is less than ten meters from the house; if someone were to peep into our house from the hill, they could see everything clearly with the naked eye, and with binoculars, it would be like a magnified close-up.

I took out the binoculars my dad bought me and looked up at the hill. I saw three peeping Toms, who looked like high school students, also using binoculars to peep in our direction. However, our eyes didn't meet, because they were looking into my mom's bedroom next door.

After observing for more than ten days, I discovered that my mom was indeed intentionally letting the peeping Toms succeed. The peeping times were fixed, starting at 10 pm from Monday to Friday, but there was no sign of them on Saturdays and Sundays. Similarly, on Saturday and Sunday nights, my mom wouldn't turn on the main lights to read. To confirm this, I also peeped into my mom's bedroom; and I discovered that she not only intentionally exposed herself, but even enjoyed it! To give you an idea, I've summarized my observations from one day as follows:

21:50 Mom turned off the lights and gazed up the mountain, confirming the spy was in position.

21:55 Mom came to my room and told me to go to bed early.

22:00 Mom left the door slightly ajar, took off her bathrobe, and lay down reading in only her underwear

. 22:10 She got up and looked at herself in the mirror at the dressing table .

22:15 She opened the wardrobe, took out several pieces of underwear, and changed them.

22:35 She closed the wardrobe and stood in front of the dressing table again, looking at herself in the mirror.

22:40 She took off her underwear, put one foot on the dressing chair, and examined her genitals in the mirror.

22:50 She put on her underwear again and lay back down on the bed.

23:00 Lights out and went to bed

. The above description is based on my observations at home. What would it be like if someone were actually spying on you from the mountain with binoculars? Don't worry, let me tell you. I always try to be factual, so I've personally gone to the back mountain to participate in spying myself. That night at 9:30, I closed my bedroom door and pretended to go to sleep. Then, when my mother wasn't looking, I took my keys and binoculars and went to the back hill.

I had already observed that the three peeping tomcats had a fixed spot, so I chose a grassy area that was farther away and higher than theirs and hid inside. It was pitch black at night, and I was just worried about snakes in the grass, but I wasn't worried about being discovered by the three peeping tomcats.

At 9:45 PM, the three men indeed crept up. They were carrying backpacks and wearing uniforms; they were students from the nearby night school. Their faces were unfamiliar; they weren't residents of our community. They arrived at their designated spot, sat down, and lit cigarettes, about 4-5 meters away from me.

At 10:00 PM, they whispered, "It's starting!" and took out their binoculars, concentrating intently. I watched them intently from above, also taking out my binoculars. Wow! Peeping really has its fun. My mother, under the lamplight, looked quite beautiful through the binoculars. She lay on the bed, legs crossed, wearing small green panties. Her legs were long, white, fleshy, smooth, pink, and perfectly rounded.

A moment later, Mom put down her book and got up to admire herself in front of the dressing table. Her full breasts trembled slightly; her round, full buttocks swayed gracefully from side to side. Under the telescope lens, Mom seemed almost within reach. She opened the wardrobe and took out several sets of underwear, trying them on one by one. When she took off her panties, the crotch area always seemed to linger slightly at her vulva, as if it were stuck, unwilling to leave her body. Mom habitually held the removed panties to her nose to smell them, then wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue—a truly adorable sight.

Suddenly, Mom took off her panties and stood naked in front of the dressing table. She lifted one foot onto the dressing chair and examined her genitals closely in the mirror. Beneath the soft pubic hair, a mysterious cleft, cherry-red and tender, glistening with moisture, looked incredibly wet and slippery. My God! It seemed Mom could even derive pleasure from being watched!

Mom turned off the light, and the three voyeurs finished masturbating. They hurried down the mountain, savoring Mom's body. Their precious son, the "victims of the voyeurism," was right beside them, yet they were completely oblivious! I quietly returned home. Mom was already fast asleep. She was curled up on her side, her long, white legs tightly wrapped around the silk blanket; her round, pert buttocks were slightly raised, so incredibly sexy! I secretly approached Mom's vulva and took a deep breath; a pungent, alluring fragrance filled my nostrils… Wow! Mom's scent!… My penis stood erect.

Mom was in a particularly good mood today because her buttocks had grown. Although a section chief isn't a high-ranking official, for my mother, taking this step meant she was a rare and outstanding woman in the county government. That evening, her colleagues congratulated her, and she didn't return home until after nine o'clock, slightly tipsy. My mother was in high spirits after drinking, and she kept talking even while taking a bath; seeing how happy she was, I joined in and told her about Lao Hu's affair.

After hearing this, Mom was surprised, amused, and relieved. When I said, "...after seeing Lao Hu's penis, the members of the Green Hat Alliance immediately forgave their wives," and said, "It's so big! If I were a woman, I'd love it too!" Mom burst into laughter. She lay on the sink, giggling, her soft white breasts swaying and her round buttocks bouncing. Her breasts made my penis hard, and her buttocks made my heart itch; I took the opportunity to hug Mom and slam my penis against her body.

Finally, Mom stopped laughing. She pushed me away, rinsed off, dried herself, and prepared to go back to the bedroom naked. Seeing that she was in a good mood, I playfully asked to sleep with her. My mother didn't object, but smiled broadly and said, "You little rascal! Was what you said just now something you made up? I was laughing so hard! What mischievous idea are you coming up with to make me happy now?"

I thought to myself, 'Mom seems to have agreed, but I don't want to be spied on.' I went back to my room first, didn't turn on the light, and used binoculars to scan the mountain, but I didn't see those peeping tom guys. Hmm, it's almost eleven o'clock. They probably waited for a while and, not seeing my mother appear on time, got disappointed and went down the mountain early.

My mother had taken a shower, and after laughing so much, the smell of alcohol seemed to have dissipated; however, her excitement hadn't subsided. The alcohol had accelerated her blood circulation, and her naked body, white and rosy, looked exceptionally alluring. I climbed onto the bed naked, nestled beside her, and my hands started to wander. My mother glanced at me sideways and laughed, "You want to go to the bridal chamber with Mom, you little rascal!" Hearing her say that, I felt an intense urge and rolled over to climb on top of her.

Actually, my actions didn't bother my mother at all; in her mind, I was just a little boy wanting to be close to her. But that's understandable. My mother is 172 cm tall and weighs nearly 60 kg, while I'm only 136 cm tall and 35 kg, a child not yet nine years old. No matter how precocious I might be mentally, in terms of appearance and physique, I'm undoubtedly a child.

Seeing my eagerness, my mother couldn't help but laugh. She hugged me and said affectionately, "Mommy's happy today, so I'll let you suckle!"

With my mother's permission, I had no more inhibitions. I cupped her soft, full breasts in my hands and rubbed them vigorously; my mouth sucked on her rosy nipples and gently nibbled. I used all the tricks from erotic books to please my mother. Little did Mom know, her obedient son's mind was filled with obscene thoughts!

My movements seemed to elicit a reaction from Mom; her legs, which had been flat, bent and spread, trying to clamp my body. However, due to the difference in our body sizes, they couldn't align correctly, so Mom could only selectively clamp one of my legs. She tightened her grip on my left arm, and her right hand slowly stroked my hair. I looked up at Mom and saw that her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and she was biting her lip and exhaling heavily—the usual signs of pleasure before masturbation.

Mom's vulva was pressed tightly against my clamped leg, and I could clearly feel the temperature rising and the area becoming increasingly wet. Mom began to moan softly, which excited me even more; I thrust repeatedly, pressing my erect penis against Mom's soft belly. The force with which Mom clamped her legs increased, and I couldn't bear the pain, so I begged Mom to loosen her legs. As soon as Mom loosened her legs, I shifted down and lay prone between Mom's plump, white thighs. I gazed at the place of my birth, a wet and unusually tight spot. How could it have given birth to a little rascal like me?

My mother's mature vulva seemed incredibly wondrous and mysterious to me; the bright red flesh walls seemed to slowly undulate, and slippery, lustful fluids seeped out incessantly. I brought my lips to lick that tender crevice, and my mother let out a soft cry, her body trembling. She seemed to be lost in a trance of sensual pleasure, simply responding to the natural needs of her body. The slightly pungent female scent aroused my latent masculine instincts. I instinctively rose, knelt between my mother's legs, and thrust my erect penis into her wet vulva.

My mother's plump, white thighs suddenly snapped shut with such force that I almost suffocated on the spot. I cried out in pain, and my mother quickly released her legs. I stepped back to catch my breath, preparing to regroup, but my mother's legs were already bent and closed. This time, I tried with all my might, but I still couldn't pry open my mother's legs to enter her. I frantically tried to move and push, but my naked mother was like an unreachable mountain of flesh. Although I could touch and kiss any part of her body, I just couldn't find the right angle to unite my penis with her vulva.

My mother smiled at me, this lustful little rooster, and said meaningfully, "If you want to consummate your marriage with your mother, you at least need to be able to lift her! You can't even pry open my legs, so how can you do adult things?"

I finally understood that, given my current condition, unless my mother agreed, it was impossible for me to "consummate my marriage with my mother." My mother could kick me far away with a single stretch of her leg; if she got really excited, she could clamp her legs together and potentially kill me. I'd better be obedient and wait until I'm older!

That very night, the three voyeurs were bitten by snakes. I later heard that two of the three were bitten by a hundred-pace snake and almost had to have their limbs amputated after being taken to the hospital; the other, though not bitten, was terrified. In short, after that day, I never saw them spying again. Mom really has a bit of a jinx! (V) Dad became addicted to reading. After finishing graduate school, he applied for a scholarship and went to the United States to pursue his doctorate. Mom's career was very successful. In just six years, she became the youngest first-level manager in the county government, and also the only female manager. I am currently a second-year junior high school student. I am excellent in both character and academics, and I am also very good at sports. I am the main forward on the school basketball team. However, none of these are anything special. What I am most proud of is that I have the longest and hardest penis in the whole school.

During the summer vacation between the second and third years of junior high school, I grew to 175 cm tall, and my penis also matured to a full 20 cm. This is partly due to my grandfather's large penis, which I inherited from him, and partly due to my hard work day and night. I won't mention the inheritance, but I can talk about the hard work. I started exercising my penis in fifth grade. The method was simple: I'd get it erect and hang weights on it. But don't get me wrong, this isn't some kind of grotesque "hanging penis" exercise; it's a scientifically-based aphrodisiac I invented myself.

Most "hanging penis" exercises involve adding weight to the scrotum, not the penis, so their effectiveness is questionable. My method, however, directly exercises the muscles of the corpus cavernosum, making it incredibly effective. Initially, I hung an empty schoolbag on my erect penis, gradually adding books. When the penis is erect, external pressure causes it to extend forward, and the resulting reaction force strengthens the erection. Of course, the most important thing is to progress gradually; never rush it, or you'll damage the corpus cavernosum, which would be counterproductive.

I was in puberty when I started, so the results were particularly good; currently, I can hold a 10-kilogram schoolbag for up to 30 minutes. Now you know how powerful my penis is! Oh, I forgot to tell you, it's best to take "Liuwei Dihuang Wan" (a traditional Chinese medicine) every day while practicing, as it will improve blood circulation. These pills are generally available at Chinese medicine shops and are very inexpensive.

In recent years, my mother has risen in rank, and she has become increasingly beautiful. Her temperament has become more elegant, her figure more voluptuous, and the mature charm of a woman is evident in her. These achievements are partly due to my mother's natural beauty, and partly due to her consistent skincare routine. Since her promotion, my mother has paid special attention to her appearance, making beauty and skincare her most important tasks.

She regularly attends the county government's rhythmic arts class from Monday to Friday; every night before bed, she applies various skincare products all over her body. As a result, my mother not only has a better figure than before, but her skin is also smoother and more delicate. She is still the object of sexual fantasies for men in the community, and she is a well-known beauty in the county's social circles!

Since the fourth grade of elementary school, my mother has stopped bathing with me. She says I'm grown up and need to learn to take care of myself. In recent years, my mother's official position has risen higher and higher, and she spends less and less time at home; I've also become obsessed with basketball, often spending my free time on the court. The time we spend together is limited, so although our relationship remains close, we're not as close as we were when we were children, sharing everything. Perhaps this is what they call the generation gap!

Spending long hours at home during summer vacation, I grew bored, and my attention began to shift to my mother; peeping at her while she bathed became my daily amusement. The sight of my mother's long-absent, beautiful naked body reappearing before my eyes was an unparalleled shock—her large, smooth, white breasts; her erect, slightly perky nipples; her round, slender legs; her firm, rounded buttocks. In short, everything about my mother fascinated me; lewd thoughts suddenly surfaced… I wanted to conquer my mother's full vulva!

In the past, I was too young and knew little about matters of the heart, so my gaze towards my mother was quite innocent; now, as an adult, seeing my mother's mature, naked body again, a lewd and ambiguous obscene mentality unconsciously sprouted in my mind. My mother was so beautiful and mature, yet so empty and lonely; didn't her luscious, moist vulva need the nourishment of a man?

Memories of the past flooded my mind: the passionate scenes of Ah Gou having sex with my mother, the obscene scenes of Lao Hu molesting her, my mother's wanton and lewd behavior in satisfying voyeurs… These memories deepened the evil nature within me. I suddenly remembered what my mother had said to me in the past: “You little devil! You want to go to the bridal chamber with your mother?”

My mother had a business dinner that night and didn’t come home until almost ten o’clock. Because of the heat, and because she was concerned about her image, she was wearing a suit, so as soon as she entered the door, she hurriedly took off her coat and let her hair down. When my mother went to work, she usually wore her hair up in a bun; it looked both refreshing and authoritative, but for aesthetic reasons, it was definitely better to let it down. Now, with her hair down, she swayed her head from side to side, her black hair appearing fluffy and soft, highlighting her pretty face; she looked both charming and sexy.

My mother rested for a while and prepared to go into the bathroom to take a shower. I mustered up my courage and told my mother that I wanted to shower with her. Upon hearing this, Mom froze for a moment, then said sternly, "You're being ridiculous! You're taller than Mom now, how can you bathe with me?" Since

I'd already said it, I pleaded, "Even if I'm taller than Mom, I'm still your son! I haven't bathed with Mom in so long!"

Mom reverted to her playful nature, laughing, "You're so big now, Mom would be embarrassed!" She then ignored me, turned around, and went into the bathroom.

I saw that although Mom hadn't agreed, she didn't seem to be vehemently refusing either, and besides, she had only closed the bathroom door, not locked it, so I pushed the door open and followed her in. Mom was startled, didn't say anything, just stared at me quietly. I suddenly felt a little flustered. I was awkwardly trying to slip away when Mom spoke up: "You're going to take a bath, why aren't you taking off your clothes?"

Hearing this, I was practically bursting with laughter. I stammered, "Mom didn't take them off, I'm too scared!" Mom chuckled and muttered to herself, "What a little devil, all looks and no guts!" The atmosphere relaxed, but Mom and I were still too embarrassed to undress in front of each other.

After a while, seeing that this wasn't working, Mom turned around and started undressing with her back to me. I was actually trembling with nervousness. Something that used to be commonplace now felt incredibly exciting! I quickly pulled off my shorts and stood naked behind Mom. The results of Mom's diligent skincare were incredible; her skin was fair and rosy, so delicate and soft, it looked like it could be squeezed for water under the light!

As her clothes were removed, my heart pounded faster and faster. When her bra and panties were finally removed, there was a loud "smack" as my 20-centimeter penis became powerfully erect, making a crisp sound as it slapped against my stomach. Mom didn't turn around; she continued washing herself, just as she said, she was genuinely embarrassed.

I quietly admired Mom's beautiful bathing posture, my boiling desire almost melting me. Behind Mom, I quietly reached out and embraced her tightly. Mom cried out softly, her body trembling, and hurriedly said, "Let go of me! Mom's going to get angry!" I held her tightly, my large, hot penis pressed against her soft buttocks. I whispered in Mom's ear, "I'm all grown up now, I can reach Mom."

She was both angry and flustered, constantly twisting and struggling; but I was now taller and stronger than her, her struggles were futile, only fueling my even stronger desire. I wrapped one arm around her waist and reached for her breasts with the other. Her breasts were full and smooth, heavy, soft, and silky—the feel was simply wonderful!

Mom struggled fiercely, her body staggering forward. She gripped the edge of the bathtub with both hands, desperately trying to squat down. I held Mom, unsure of what to do. Actually, I didn't dare to actually rape her; I just wanted to be intimate with her, to see if I could arouse her desire. If she were aroused and willingly surrendered, that would be wonderful; otherwise, in this situation, I really didn't know how to end it!

Mom suddenly stopped moving. She coldly said, "Let me go!"

I said somewhat guiltily, "Mom promised not to be angry, so I'll let go!"

Mom angrily said, "How can I not be angry?"

I shamelessly said, "Mom's angry, I won't let go!"

We went back and forth, arguing about anger and whether to let go.

After a while, Mom probably got annoyed and said, "Okay, okay! I'm not angry." Hearing that, I quickly let go. My mother turned around and slapped me so hard I saw stars. I said aggrievedly, "Mom! Didn't you say you weren't angry? Why did you hit me again?" My mother, still angry, said, "Just because I'm not angry doesn't mean I can't hit you."

My mother was facing me, and of course she saw my big, thick penis pressed against my belly. She seemed to be shocked to some extent, and her face showed an expression of surprise and disbelief. I pleaded with my mother in a low voice, and she seemed to calm down. She teased me with a half-smile, "No wonder you're so horny! Your penis has grown so big!"

Seeing that her tone was much better, I grinned and said, "It's all because of you, Mom, that my penis has grown so big."

Mom pretended to be angry and said, "Nonsense!"

I quickly said, "It's true, I'm not lying to you, Mom. Didn't you say before that when I grew up I could top you? You also said that to consummate our marriage, I had to be able to lift you up. So, to be able to top you up in our marriage, I practiced every day to make my penis grow. Now, I can lift you up, but you broke your promise and even slapped me!" I pretended to be aggrieved and argued with my mother.

Mom seemed to remember saying that back then. Her face flushed, and she said coquettishly, "You actually believed what I said when you were little?"

I retorted, "How could Mom lie to me?"

Mom smiled slyly, "I didn't lie. I said we'd talk about it when you grow up. 'Talking about it when you grow up' doesn't mean you can sleep with Mom or sleep with her when you grow up. I did

n't lie to you." Mom dried herself off and was about to leave when I asked, "Mom! Can I sleep with you tonight?" Mom spat and laughed, "You're crazy! Do you think I'm Joan of Arc?" I quickly put on my shorts and followed her out. Mom had already gone into her room and locked the door.

I felt both frustrated and hopeful. It seemed Mom wasn't completely unyielding. If I kept at it, she would eventually agree, right?

For the next few days, whenever Mom took a shower, I shamelessly followed her in. When she scolded me angrily, I would whine and beg. Mom seemed helpless against this little rascal, so she could only pretend not to see me and silently wash herself with her back to me. Having learned from my previous experience, I dared not forcefully hug Mom again. Although she ignored me, at least I could see her naked body, which was a step closer to my goal.

After a few times, Mom gradually got used to it and started stealing glances at my genitals. Mom probably found it a little strange; why was my penis always pressed against my stomach?

One day, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Why is your penis always pressed against your stomach? Is there something wrong with it?"

I told my mom that my penis was sticking up against her belly because I saw her. My mom didn't believe me. She thought penises should always point downwards, not like mine, always sticking up against her belly.

I told her it was because I practiced hanging my backpack up like that, so my erections were particularly strong, and that's why they stick up against my belly when I'm excited. My mom thought I was bluffing and still wouldn't believe me. Seeing that I'd been behaving myself lately, my mom tacitly allowed me to bathe with her. After bathing together again, our relationship seemed to gradually become closer.

That day, after my mom finished bathing, she didn't lock the door. I took my backpack and went into her bedroom, immediately giving her a demonstration. My mom was both surprised and amused. She said that in ancient times, there was a saying that penises could be used as axles, but mine could be used to hang backpacks—a true reflection of the past and present!

Taking advantage of her good mood, I got into bed and snuggled up next to her; having just performed the backpack-hanging act, I was, of course, naked. My mother's habits hadn't changed; she was still only wearing a pair of briefs, and our naked skin pressed tightly together was an irresistible temptation. As soon as she turned around, she immediately curled her legs up and huddled into a ball with her back to me. I asked her why she did this, and she laughed, saying, "I'm afraid your big, backpack-sized penis will poke around!"

Hearing her teasing yet provocative words, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. I pressed my body against hers and said, "Unless Mom wants it, how could I dare to do anything?" My mother trembled and huddled even tighter. She said in a trembling voice, "How could Mom want it? Okay, okay! Mom wants to sleep, you should go out now!" Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to just walk away; instead, I hugged her and began to caress her soft, full thighs.

"Mom didn't agree," Mom said nervously. "Why are you doing this?" I whispered in her ear, "I'm testing Mom!" I held her foot, stroking her ankle, calf, and gradually moving to the fleshy area where her thigh meets her buttocks. Mom trembled incessantly but remained silent.

Her hot body curled up into a ball, trembling slightly with my caresses, like a seductive python bewitching its prey with enchanting dance steps. I turned her body and forcefully kissed her cherry lips; Mom clenched her teeth, resisting desperately. I pried open her mouth with my tongue, forcefully invading her oral cavity. The kiss brought a warm feeling, and she involuntarily curled her tongue, licking each other; her soft, tender hands also actively embraced my body, gently caressing me.

Mom's curled body relaxed, and we kissed and embraced face to face. Over the years, my mother had almost no sex life except for masturbation. Now, holding my young, strong body and feeling my large, hot penis, she was almost immediately intoxicated by carnal pleasure, completely forgetting social norms. She caressed me like a lover, and that delicate, passionate feeling set my whole body ablaze. My mother's face was flushed, her eyes glazed, as if she didn't recognize me. I kissed her deeply, turned her over, and pressed my lips to her wet vulva, my tongue exploring and greedily licking.

She kept moaning softly, her buttocks undulating in response to my tongue. Seeing her vulva wide open and overflowing with lustful fluid, I lowered my erect penis and gently pressed it against her slippery vulva. The hot, large glans roamed back and forth in the crevice, and my mother, unbearably itchy, couldn't help but thrust herself forward. I deliberately teased her, stepping back slightly and softly asking, "Mom! You did this willingly?" My mother suddenly trembled, pushed me away, and turned away, sobbing.

Her reaction surprised me. I hurriedly hugged her, apologizing profusely. But this only made her more upset. She sobbed, "You've grown up and all you do is bully your mother!... Waaah... Waaah..."

I thought, there's no use saying anything now. The only way is to completely satisfy my mother's thirst. I spread her soft, white thighs, aimed my thick, long penis at her tender, slippery vagina, and thrust it in hard. She cried out in pain, desperately pushing against my chest with both hands, but the warm, pleasurable sensation of her vaginal muscles was irresistible. I thrust in and out relentlessly. Having been celibate for several

years, my mother's vagina was tender and tight. Meeting my thick, long, large penis, she probably couldn't adapt at first. She cried out in pain, her small fists pounding against me.

As an 18-year-old virgin, I experienced the pleasure of a 36-year-old mature mother for the first time, and the sensation was heaven-defying. Seeing my genitals pressed tightly against hers, I thrust even harder. Her cries of pain transformed into moans escaping her nose, the suppressed erotic sounds like powerful aphrodisiac music. Her arms began to encircle me, her legs arching to grip my waist. I felt her tender orifice contract and spasm, a surge of heat violently impacting my glans. My

penis felt like it was about to explode, a wondrous, pleasurable sensation rapidly gathering at the tip. I shuddered violently, and hot, thick semen gushed out, powerful jets of fluid continuously washing over my mother's thirsty core. My mother, as if having a seizure, suddenly arched her back, kissing and biting me haphazardly, her hands scratching and clawing wildly at my back. I held my trembling mother tightly.

After a frenzy, my mother cried again. She hugged me tightly, crying incoherently, "Mommy is shameless...Mommy did it willingly...I feel so good...I want more...I want more..."

I rubbed my mother's full, soft breasts again, stroked her round, slender legs, and licked her tender, cherry-red vulva. My mother wasn't idle either; she pulled my penis down from her belly and took my hot, large glans into her warm, moist mouth. That night, neither of us slept.

The next day, my mother took seven days off. I don't know if Jane's World Records has this, but I'm sure I've broken the world record: in seven days, my mother and I did it sixty-seven times, can you believe it?

(I) I was carrying my schoolbag when I passed by the general store at the alley entrance. As soon as Mr. Li saw me, he excitedly pulled me over. I looked around to make sure no one was there, and quickly handed him the white panties that my mother had changed out of the night before and hadn't washed. Mr. Li excitedly brought the panties to his nose, took a deep sniff, and then stuffed two hundred yuan into my hand. I've done countless transactions like this, so I never worry about running out of pocket money.

I'm a born scoundrel, knowing how to exploit people's weaknesses for my own gain. Of course, this requires some skill. Like a child prodigy of ancient times, I was intelligent and studious from a young age. Before starting elementary school, I had read all sorts of books, including *Water Margin*, *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*, *Journey to the West*, *Amazing Stories*, and *Jin Ping Mei*. Now that I'm in second grade, I've read even more. People say reading is beneficial, but for me, it's a mixed bag, because I read all kinds of books, good and bad, so naturally I can't distinguish between them.

My father teaches at a school, and my mother works for the county government. Since both of us are civil servants, we're considered a respectable family in this rural community. The community is a mixed bag, full of idle and bored people. These people have nothing to do all day, so naturally they focus their energy on alcohol, women, and gambling. However, the security situation was relatively good in the 1970s, so they didn't do anything particularly bad.

There weren't many working women then, and those working in government offices like my mother were even rarer. My mother wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had an elegant demeanor and paid attention to her appearance; coupled with her tall stature of 172 cm, everyone thought she was very attractive. In the entire community, my mother was one of the most popular sexual fantasies!

I read a lot, so naturally I knew a lot; plus, I was young, and people weren't wary of me, so it was easy for me to find out a lot of information. Those idle hooligans always tried to get information about my mother from me, and of course, I pretended to be stupid and took the opportunity to swindle some benefits. They thought I was a fool, but I thought they were idiots; for example, Mr. Li, the owner of the grocery store, gave me over a thousand yuan just for a few pairs of my mother's unwanted panties. Tell me, who was the fool?

I often played at the entrance to the community temple, which served as the community's main entrance. It had a plaza, a small park, and a recreation room—a gathering place for bored people and a playground for children. My mother rode her bicycle there to and from work every day, so some bored people would time their visits to peek. As a child, I would observe with a detached eye and often discovered many interesting things.

My mother usually wore a suit or a tight skirt to work, rarely trousers; therefore, when she pedaled her bicycle, she inevitably revealed a little bit of her underwear. This was one of the most interesting betting games for those bored people—guessing the color of my mother's panties. So how could they prove who guessed correctly? Hehe~~ Of course, they needed my help!

My usual method was this: I would stop my mother at the stall in front of the temple and deliberately ask her to buy some snacks. Below the stall were a few stone steps, where people often played chess or chatted. Those people would pretend to be playing chess, and I would try to get my mom to bend over in front of the stall; as long as she wore a skirt and bent over, they could naturally see her underwear from below. Haha! I could earn ten yuan each time like this!

You must be wondering, do my parents know how sneaky I am? Hehe! Of course they don't know! In their eyes, I'm a model student, always first in my class, and I love reading—a model among models! My mom has no idea I'm full of mischief; she still treats me like a child and bathes me every day. Although I've read a lot and probably know more about sex than my mom, I'm still too young to experience sexual stimulation. But bathing with my mom is still a very pleasant experience.

My mom is tall, so her overall figure is quite well-proportioned. At thirty years old, her skin is fair and rosy, without any moles or scars, looking delicate and refreshing. Her breasts were of moderate size, about the size of an upside-down rice bowl; they were firm, with slightly upturned pink nipples, soft and elastic to the touch. I always liked to touch my mother's breasts while bathing her.

My naked mother appeared very tall to me; her long legs were straight and shapely, and her buttocks were round, plump, white, and large. She had a tuft of pubic hair in an inverted triangle shape, black and shiny, like fine hair. When my mother bathed me, I always carefully observed her body. Partly because my mother's body was indeed beautiful, and partly because this was essential knowledge for making money.

For example, that fishmonger, Ah Gou, would often secretly ask me about my mother's physical characteristics. Of course, I wouldn't tell him without a benefit. However, Ah Gou was always willing to pay a high price for information from me, so he knew my mother very well. For instance, he would ask me to secretly watch my parents making love and then tell him the details, and he would always pay me 100 yuan.

Once, when he overheard me relaying what Mom had said to Dad about his premature ejaculation: "You're so useless! How come you can't even last three minutes?", he gave me an ambiguous smile and immediately gave me an extra 50 yuan. What a good customer! In short, everything about Mom was a valuable commodity waiting to be sold, just waiting for the right time and the right person to buy it!

During summer vacation, I borrowed a full-service Jin Yong novel and studied it diligently at home. Often, late at night, I would still be studying late into the night, and thus I secretly peeked at my parents making love a few times. However, it wasn't very exciting, far less enjoyable than described in the book; perhaps because I was too young to appreciate the nuances!

Dad passed the entrance exam for graduate school and, through connections, transferred to teach in the north, so usually it was just Mom and me at home. Recently, there's been fish on the table at every meal, which I found a bit strange; Mom didn't used to like fish much, so why has her appetite changed?

There's a small hill behind the community, with some fruit trees growing in mixed patches; one day, I was bored, so I went to the hill to steal some fruit. It was incredibly hot, and I was drenched in sweat and terribly thirsty. Only after entering the woods did I find some shade. Looking around, I spotted a tall wax apple tree, laden with ripe fruit that looked delicious. Using the kung fu from Jin Yong's novels, I climbed up.

I'd just eaten a few wax apples when I suddenly heard voices below. I thought, "I didn't see anyone just now." Peeking down through the leaves, I was astonished. To the left of the wax apple tree was a large, leafy tree, and in its shade was a small, flat patch of grass. The grass was surrounded by overgrown weeds, so it was invisible unless viewed from above. Standing on the grass were a man and a woman. The man was Ah Gou, the fishmonger, and the woman was my mother!

They seemed to have just arrived. Ah Gou took out a plastic sheet and placed it on the grass, then solicitously invited my mother to sit down. Mom was wearing a pale yellow sleeveless dress and mid-heeled sandals. Because of the heat, she wasn't wearing pantyhose as usual. Her sitting posture caused the dress to ride up, revealing a large portion of her fair thighs. Ah Gou seemed to have come prepared, with drinks and snacks readily available; the two drank and chatted.

Ah Gou: "Did you get your leave approved? Did no one see you?"

Mom: "What leave? Just fill out a business trip form. Who comes here in this heat?"

Ah Gou: "Wow! You civil servants are so lucky. I was worried you wouldn't be able to get leave!"

Mom: "What's the rush? Even if I couldn't get leave, I'd find a way to skip work. Since I promised you, I'll definitely come!" (She let her hair down as she spoke, and I suddenly realized that Mom seemed to have suddenly become more charming.)

Mom: "You bring me fish every day, and you always say sweet things. What brings you here today?" (Mom laughed as she spoke, looking so cute!)

Ah Gou, being gossipy, even sang a couple of lines: "Give me a kiss, can I..."

Mom chuckled and said coquettishly, "Don't be so cheeky!"

The two seemed very familiar with each other, and their conversation became increasingly inappropriate, clearly flirting. Ah Gou then sat closer and closer, eventually sitting shoulder to shoulder with Mom. I was seething with anger watching from the tree, and I really wanted to pee on Ah Gou's head. Then Ah Gou started getting restless. He put his arm around my mother's shoulder, and his other hand slid down to her leg. My mother twisted her body, broke free, and laughed, saying, "Don't do that!"

Ah Gou chuckled, "Who told you to be so pretty?" Before he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed my mother's slender ankle, then took off her sandals. My mother was caught off guard, as if startled; but in an instant, she recovered. She braced herself with her hands behind her back and kicked Ah Gou; Ah Gou caught her soft, white foot and began to suck on it. My mother seemed very ticklish; she kept giggling, and kicked Ah Gou hard with her other foot; but Ah Gou was agile, and with a quick movement, he caught her foot under his arm.

Ah Gou kept sucking on my mother's tender white toes, occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick the sensitive instep. Mom laughed and struggled, her dress riding up, exposing her entire thigh and white panties to the bright sunlight. Suddenly, Ah Gou released Mom, got up, and took off his clothes. His chest was covered in black hair, extending all the way down to his lower abdomen. Damn it! No wonder Ah Gou always bought information from me; he had ulterior motives and planned this all along!

Wow! Ah Gou's penis was really big, like a pig intestine stuffed with glutinous rice, thick, long, and curved; the glans was swollen and shiny, looking quite fierce. I'd seen Dad's penis before, and it seemed only half the length of Ah Gou's.

Mom seemed genuinely panicked at this moment. She said in alarm, "Ah Gou! Don't do this, jokes aside, we can't..." Ah Gou didn't speak. He knelt beside Mom, his large penis swaying against her. Mom's face flushed red and then turned pale, as if hypnotized, her supine body seemingly unable to move.

Ah Gou unzipped Mom's dress and easily took it off. The mother reached out to push him away, but seemed to weaken as soon as she touched Ah Gou's furry body. Her bra and panties were stripped off one by one, and the naked mother lost her usual dignified and majestic demeanor, appearing incredibly delicate and fragile.

Ah Gou held his naked mother in his arms, caressing her soft, white breasts. His mother trembled incessantly, but did not stop him. Encouraged, Ah Gou became even more audacious. He laid his mother down on the ground and pressed his mouth against her vulva, licking it back and forth. His mother seemed lost in passion, moaning softly; she gripped Ah Gou's shoulders tightly, her legs clamping around his head.

I was furious up in the tree, but my extensive reading told me that I absolutely could not be discovered at this moment, otherwise, I could be killed. Ah Gou lifted his mother's thighs, positioning his large glans against her wet vulva. He thrust forward, but didn't penetrate. His mother cried out in pain, "Ouch! It's too big! Be gentle!"

Ah Gou gently comforted her, his large glans slowly rubbing against her wet vulva. After a while, his mother seemed unbearably aroused, reaching out to grab his penis and hastily inserting it into her vagina. As soon as the penis entered Mom's body, she began to wildly twist her hips and thrust up and down, then cried out in a wanton moan: "Mmm...good...harder...deeper...so good...ouch...I can't take it anymore..."

Ah Gou's movements became increasingly violent; he seemed to be blinded by lust, completely disregarding Mom's life or death. Mom's body convulsed, her expression one of great pain, but her hips kept thrusting upwards, welcoming Ah Gou's powerful thrusts. At this moment, my little penis inexplicably became hard and erect.

Mom began to sob and cry, muttering between sobs: "So good...I feel so good...ooh...oh my god...it feels so good..."

Ah Gou twisted his hips and thrust hard twice, his fierce appearance making every hair on his beard stand on end. Then he began to tremble, and Mom screamed again, then the two of them embraced and kissed tightly, trembling together. Although I was furious that Mom and Ah Gou were having sex, I had to admit that their sex life was much more exciting and entertaining than Mom and Dad's. After

they finally finished, they hugged and whispered a bunch of mushy things before getting dressed and hurriedly leaving. Mom suddenly became so gentle and considerate towards Ah Gou, looking completely devoted. Damn it! Having a big penis is definitely an advantage! (II)

Mr. Li, the owner of the grocery store, said that Mom's panties smelled particularly good lately and asked me to find a way to get him a few more pairs. Hearing this, I had to admire Mr. Li; he was indeed an expert in this area. Since Mom started having sex with Ah Gou, her mood had improved dramatically, and she had become increasingly beautiful. She often spoke to Ah Gou on the phone mysteriously, but she deliberately kept her voice down, so I couldn't hear any of the mushy talk.

However, the smell of Mom's panties was definitely related to her phone calls with Ah Gou. Several times, I caught Mom making calls late at night; she usually answered them lying in bed or curled up on the small sofa next to the bed. I'll give you a live report now, so you'll understand:

1. My mother, wearing only her panties, answered the phone; the two started talking;

4. My mother began to cross her legs and squeeze them together; 5. My mother slowly reached out and touched her breasts or genitals;

6. My mother excitedly spread her legs and vigorously rubbed her genitals;

7. After the call, my mother went to the bathroom to wash and change her panties

. Although I don't know what they were talking about, whenever they talked on the phone at night, my mother's panties would get wet and dirty. According to my inspection, the panties my mother changed out of after the call were always wet, especially the crotch area, which was particularly wet, sometimes with some light yellow discharge and a few pubic hairs. The panties I sold to Mr. Li a few days ago were the ones my mother changed out of after the phone call.

Since discovering my mother's affair, I have been greatly traumatized, and my body seems to have undergone subtle changes. In the past, when my mother bathed me, my penis would occasionally get erect, but that was just an unconscious, natural reflex. Now, whenever I see my mother's naked body, the lewd image of Ah Gou having sex with her immediately flashes into my mind; at the same time, my penis instantly becomes hard and erect. Perhaps my precocious sexual awareness has awakened, because I have a strong desire... to let my little penis taste my mother's flavor.

Having been nourished by Ah Gou, my mother's breasts have noticeably enlarged, her nipples have darkened, her buttocks are more perky, and her gluteal muscles are tighter, but the most striking feature is her facial expression. My mother has been a civil servant for a long time, so she's somewhat serious, but recently her cheeks have been flushed, alluring, and she always smiles with a touch of shyness. I'm too young to notice, but all the bored men in the neighborhood have sensed my mother's change.

Boss Li told me that my mother has become increasingly sexy lately, and whenever he sees her, he immediately feels the urge to have sex with her. Mr. Li also said that Curly, who sells betel nuts, Ah Kun, the car mechanic, and a bunch of other people shared the same opinion. Some even jokingly said they wanted to rape my mother! He jokingly told me to keep a close eye on my mother, otherwise, having several sugar daddies all of a sudden would be incredibly embarrassing.

Rumors circulated that Ah Gou and his wife were getting a divorce, fighting so badly they were bleeding and even used knives. Ah Gou's wife is an indigenous woman who works at the market cleaning fish; she's quite fierce and aggressive. Apparently, Ah Gou confessed to his wife that he was having an affair, but refused to reveal the other woman's identity. In a fit of anger, his wife chopped off his penis with a fish-cleaning knife. Although he went to the hospital for stitches, the doctor said the function was unlikely to be restored and he could only have it put back in place for show. Hearing this news, I was overjoyed, thinking, "Serves him right! Who told you to mess with my mom!"

My mother was clearly affected; a faint sadness appeared on her face. Perhaps she'd had a taste of something better? Without Ah Gou's big penis, Mom could only release her desires through masturbation. From my observation, Mom rarely masturbated in the past; it was all that damn Ah Gou's doing, somehow, that turned my once dignified and chaste mother into such a wanton and lustful woman.

Mom's methods of masturbation were very diverse and convenient, almost unrestricted by time or place. As for the tools, they were all readily available; I've never seen Mom use any special sex toys. In the bedroom, she mostly used her hands to caress her genitals; in the bathroom, she would use the showerhead to create a jet of water to stimulate her breasts or genitals. In public places or the office, she could simply cross her legs and contract her muscles to achieve the same effect. You might wonder how I knew Mom masturbated in public or the office? The answer is simple: I saw it with my own eyes.

The time in the office, the situation was like this: Because Mom was taking me to a wedding banquet that evening, I went to the office to wait for her. That day, Mom was free and secretly reading a novel. I saw the title: "Heart Lock" by Guo Lianghui. It was a famous erotic novel, but Mom certainly didn't think a little brat like me would know about such things. I'd seen Mom masturbate a lot, so I was quite familiar with some of her reactions.

That day, as Mom read, she first squeezed her legs together, then her eyes became watery, and her face started to turn red; then fine beads of sweat appeared on her nose, and her white teeth began to lightly bite her lip. Sitting next to her, I saw the muscles in Mom's buttocks and legs twitching intermittently, and I knew at a glance that Mom was about to come.

As for the time she had her conscript physical exam, that was even more outrageous. The location was in our school's auditorium, and it happened to be homecoming day, so I happened to see Mom's behavior. The auditorium was chaotic; on one side were conscripts undergoing physical exams wearing only their underwear, and on the other side was the family planning center promoting family planning. Mom was temporarily assigned to help out that day, responsible for explaining how to use condoms. My mother wore high heels and a tight skirt, her long, beautiful legs looking especially stunning. As soon as she stepped onto the stage, whistles erupted, making the beautiful mother appear somewhat shy.

A group of virile young men, their eyes gleaming with lust, stared at my mother's beautiful legs, constantly asking embarrassing questions and trying to take advantage of her. My mother, who had been standing in front of the lectern, saw them sitting on the floor, getting closer and closer, seemingly trying to peek under her skirt, so she took two steps back behind the lectern. The old-fashioned lecterns had drawers with a round handle; my mother, holding onto the lectern with both hands, leaned forward, her genitals pressed against that handle. I was in the storage room three meters behind my mother, putting away teaching materials for the teacher, and witnessed this scene.

Perhaps this large group of young men aroused my mother's hidden desires, because she began to masturbate in front of everyone. While answering incoherent questions, she rubbed her genitals against that handle. Although the lectern blocked her view, the young men couldn't see my mother's actions, but her expression and voice were enough to evoke a reaction. My mother's eyes were watery, her cheeks flushed, and her voice soft and weak. When a male student asked my mother in a suggestive way what position to use during intercourse to prevent pregnancy, I noticed that my mother's rubbing speed increased, and her white teeth began to lightly bite her lip.

Stimulated by Ah Gou's big penis, I also began to care about my own little penis. After summer vacation, I entered the third grade, and I found that my penis had also upgraded; I measured it with a ruler, and when it was erect, it was a full ten centimeters long!

Precocious as I was, I became more and more interested in my mother's body; now, the happiest thing every day was taking a bath with my mother. One day, while my mother was washing me, my upgraded penis became erect. My mother seemed surprised that it had suddenly grown so big, so she curiously pinched it a couple of times. My mother's hands were so soft and gentle, and it felt so good to pinch me. A mischievous idea came to me, and I deliberately acted coquettishly towards my mother.

"Mom! Is there something wrong with me? Why does my penis always swell up?"

Mom lovingly rubbed my neck and laughed, "If a boy doesn't swell up, then there's something wrong with him! Don't worry!" "

Mom! Why is there something wrong if it doesn't swell up? What's the use of a swollen penis?"

Mom seemed to find this question difficult to answer, so she smiled and said, "You'll know when you grow up!"

I reached out and grabbed Mom's soft, white breasts, rubbing them as I asked, "Mom! Where did I come from?" Mom pushed my hands away, turned me around, and washed my back, then said impatiently, "Why do you have so many questions today?"

Seeing that the conversation seemed to be going nowhere, I mischievously asked, "Mom! Why do so many adults in our community say that it must be really enjoyable to have sex with a mom? What does 'really enjoyable to have sex with' mean?"

Mom's face immediately changed; she seemed very angry, but also a little guilty. She questioned me, "Who told you this? What were they saying?"

I feigned innocence and said, "I heard it while playing at the entrance of the temple. There were many people there, but I can't remember clearly." "But it seems like it was that guy, Ah Gou, who had his penis cut off

, who said it." Hearing the name "Ah Gou," Mom became even more nervous. She quickly pressed, "What else did you hear them say about Mom?"

I pretended to think for a moment, then said, "They said Mom is very sexy, very attractive, and must be very slutty in bed… They also said that when Dad isn't home, Mom must be very itchy down there… There's a lot more, but I can't remember it all right now!"

Seeing Mom's face turn pale and then red, and she didn't say anything, I continued, "Mom! What does 'very slutty in bed' mean? Why is Mom itchy down there when Dad isn't home?" Mom was completely speechless. She angrily said, "These are all vulgar words. Don't learn them. You should go to the temple fair less often in the future."

Mom seemed genuinely angry, so I quickly flattered her, "Mom! Don't be angry, I'll help you wash your back." Mom didn't say anything, but bent over and started washing her hair at the sink. I stood behind her and applied soap for her.

Because my mother is tall and I'm short, even though we were very close, washing her back was still quite difficult. So I moved a small stool and stood on it to wash her. Standing on the stool, my erect penis was pressed against the crevice of my mother's upturned buttocks. That soft, slippery feeling was truly wonderful.

It was originally an unintentional touch, but after experiencing the pleasurable sensation, I intentionally thrust in there. At that moment, I completely forgot that I was washing my mother's back. I lay on top of her like a male dog in heat, poking and thrusting wildly. Since we had always bathed together, it was common for mother and son to play around, so although my mother felt it was inappropriate, she didn't stop me; besides, she was washing her hair and it wasn't convenient for her to get up at that moment.

My mother's body was covered in soap, making it slippery and increasing the pleasure; suddenly, my penis pressed against a crevice and slid in a little bit. My mother suddenly straightened up, and I immediately fell to the ground. Her hair was covered in foam as she scolded me sharply, "This is getting more and more outrageous! What are you doing?"

I fell off the stool, and it was quite a fall. After being scolded by my mother, I simply started to cry, half-jokingly.

My mother came over and saw a big bump on my head. She softened her tone and said, "Okay, don't cry. Go out after you've washed up. I'll put some medicine on for you

later." I lay on the bed, waiting for my mother to put on the medicine, while trying to recall the strange feeling from that moment. Where exactly did my penis touch my mother? Why did I feel a smooth breakthrough? If my mother hadn't gotten up, would my penis have gone all the way in? Before my mother came in to put on the medicine, I had already drifted off to sleep. (III)

Ever since I almost inserted my penis into my mother's vagina last time, I couldn't forget that feeling. Thinking that my penis had actually made initial intimate contact with my mother's vagina, I couldn't help but get excited and hard again. My mom still treats me like a child. She often teases me during bath time, asking if my penis has grown bigger. I always pretend to be shy, and she laughs and teases me, deliberately touching my penis.

During these playful interactions, I always try to push my penis into that mysterious place again, just like last time. But without a stool, even if I stand on tiptoe, I can only poke it against my mom's thigh a couple of times. My mom doesn't seem to mind my puppy-like behavior; sometimes she even teases me, saying, "Can't reach it, can you? Who told you not to grow tall enough?" I then asked her, "So, when I grow taller, I can push my penis into Mommy's?" My mom hugs me and laughs, "You little rascal! How can you be so lewd? You want to push Mommy? No way! Hehe…we'll talk about it when you grow taller!"

My mom's affectionate playful banter makes me take everything she says seriously and remember it all. Growing taller and making my penis bigger has become my most important goal. Because along with the goal comes Mom's plump, slippery, mysterious, and mature honey pot. However, growth and development cannot be rushed; even if I'm impatient, I still have to proceed step by step. While

Ah Gou is gone, the number of people coveting Mom has actually increased significantly, because a large group of teenagers in the community, barely out of their pubic hair, have joined the ranks of those fantasizing about Mom. The swimming pool built in the community with subsidies from the county government was completed, and there was a launching ceremony after the ribbon-cutting ceremony. Mom, being a county government employee and a community resident, naturally became the representative of the county government to go into the water. The manufacturer provided several swimsuits for the representatives to choose from, and Mom picked the most conservative white one-piece swimsuit.

The ribbon-cutting ceremony happened to be during summer vacation, and almost all the teenagers in the community were present. The representatives lined up in their swimsuits; Mom, tall and long-legged, immediately became the focus of everyone's attention. After the county magistrate finished his speech, the representatives entered the water one after another, followed by a large number of teenagers who jumped into the pool, creating a lively splashing scene. My mother came up to find me after a short swim, but she never expected that her white swimsuit would become almost transparent after being soaked in water.

Her curvaceous figure was fully revealed; her breasts and nipples were clearly visible beneath the swimsuit, her dark pubic hair below her abdomen was also clearly visible, and even her most mysterious vulva was clearly reflected. My mature mother in her early thirties was truly a feast for the eyes and the palate, appealing to all ages.

Teenagers in their teens get erections when they see her; men in their thirties and forties want to hug her; even elderly men in their sixties and seventies refuse to admit they're too old for her. In the rural community, the environment is simple and unchanging; whoever is beautiful is known by word of mouth. In short, Mom was like a ripe peach, instantly becoming the ultimate sexual fantasy for the men in the community.

I continued to use Mom to make some money, but stealing her underwear was becoming increasingly difficult. Mom noticed her underwear was constantly disappearing, so she became more vigilant, even suspecting I was behind it, and secretly checked my room. On the other hand, several reliable old customers only wanted Mom's unwashed underwear, making the situation even more difficult.

But a scoundrel like me would always come up with something new! My latest idea is to forge Mom's erotic diary. With my limited Chinese language skills, making up some third-rate erotic stories to fool these country bumpkins is a piece of cake. I could hardly believe how popular this idea was; several of my regular customers, though looking pale and thin, kept urging me to quickly copy my mother's diary for them. Incidentally, photocopying wasn't common back then, especially in the countryside, so I could only share it with customers by hand.

Actually, the idea came from my mother. One night, she was writing furiously at her desk for three or four hours straight. I'd never seen her like that before, so I paid close attention. After she finished, she lay in bed looking at the manuscript, and soon she started masturbating. It was summer vacation then, so I had plenty of time and watched her the whole time. My mother thought I was asleep, so she didn't care.

She was completely naked, legs spread, one hand holding the manuscript, the other rubbing her vulva. That night she was particularly excited, moaning lasciviously and writhing wantonly; the dim light of the bedside lamp made her snow-white body exude a seductive, lewd aura. She masturbated three times in a row, finally achieving complete satisfaction. She sighed softly, crumpled the manuscript, and tossed it into the wastebasket. Without even getting up to clean herself, she turned off the light and went to sleep naked. I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret; if Mom had worn her panties while masturbating, those panties would have fetched a good price!

The next day, after Mom went to work, I retrieved the manuscript from the wastebasket, laid it flat, and wow! It was Mom's record of her ill-fated affair with Ah Gou. After reading it carefully, I felt Ah Gou was quite "unlucky"—he only slept with Mom three times before his wife chopped off his penis. He really wasn't good at it!

Reading Mom's record made me understand her better and began to sympathize with her; Mom wasn't promiscuous at all, on the contrary, she was very chaste. Ah Gou had raped Mom, and he was the first man to give her an orgasm. Mom's record stated that Dad had a small penis and weak sexual ability, so although they had been married for ten years, she had no idea what an orgasm was. It wasn't until she was raped by Agou that she truly experienced the taste of orgasm.

After raping her mother, Agou used this to blackmail her into continuing their relationship. Her mother, fearing shame and unable to resist the allure of orgasm, succumbed. However, Agou's wife kept a close eye on her, and her mother couldn't leave for work, so they only had sex three times in total. What I saw in the tree was their second date.

Her mother also wrote that although she was raped by Agou and coerced into continuing their relationship, she didn't regret it, except for feeling sorry for her father and me, because Agou had given her a new lease on life. Now Agou has been castrated by his wife, and her mother is free from future troubles, but she will never forget those three blissful experiences. Since experiencing orgasm, her body has become exceptionally sensitive, and her libido is extremely strong, so she often resorts to masturbation to relieve her intense desires.

Her mother's confession made me feel so sorry for her; it was like she was living a life of forced widowhood. I wished I could grab an air pump and immediately inflate my penis so I could properly comfort my mother when she wanted it.

Fabricating my mother's erotic diary also caused my regular customers to develop unusual sexual fantasies about her. For example, I fabricated a story that my mother had a voyeuristic tendency and liked to intentionally or unintentionally expose her body for men to peek at. They believed it, even going so far as to interpret the previous swimsuit incident as a planned act of exposure. Fortunately, my mother has a regular schedule and rarely goes around gossiping; otherwise, hearing such distorted accounts would have driven her crazy!

My mature and charming mother, although dignified and proper in daily life, always attracted some inappropriate lust with her outstanding figure and voluptuous body. Most people just fantasized about my mother, indulging in wishful thinking, but Lao Hu turned his lustful thoughts into action, wanting to satisfy his bestial desires on my mother.

Old Hu was a retired soldier in his sixties, living a solitary life. He spent his days idly, either boasting about his glorious past or bragging about his experience with women. He had a rudimentary understanding of traditional Chinese medicine and occasionally practiced as a quack doctor, treating people's ailments. Because of his occasional lucky streaks, he was quite well-known in the community. Old Hu had long coveted my mother and would often pester me to extract information; things like my mother's measurements, the color and style of her underwear, and the density of her pubic hair were among his most intriguing topics. However, since he refused to pay, I pretended not to know.

But man proposes, God disposes. My highly educated mother, by some strange twist of fate, almost succumbed to the lecherous Old Hu! That day, my mother was browsing a street market near the temple when her high heels slipped, twisting her ankle and rendering her unable to walk. Old Hu happened to be nearby and volunteered to treat her. Under everyone's watchful eyes, after a few quick kneading and rubbings, my mother miraculously improved and was able to walk home on her own. My mother's confidence in Old Hu grew greatly, and without any suspicion, she accepted his suggestion to have him come to our home for further treatment.

Old Hu was indeed a master at manipulating women. On his first visit, he deliberately had me watch to show that he was being open and aboveboard. He pretended to take my mother's pulse, then said that her yin and yang were imbalanced and her qi and blood were not flowing smoothly. Besides her ankles, he said she needed to massage other related acupoints; however, these acupoints were sensitive, and he was afraid my mother might misunderstand. This feigned indifference successfully deceived my naive mother; she politely asked him to go ahead and do as he pleased, so he openly began to molest her in front of me.

He first rubbed my mother's ankles, then moved upwards along her rounded calves; his pressure was quite precise, pressing, stroking, and kneading, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. When he moved to the back of my mother's knees, her muscles visibly tensed. As mentioned earlier, ever since Mom experienced orgasm, her body had become exceptionally sensitive, and her libido was extremely high. Now, with Lao Hu's skillful techniques subtly teasing her, Mom naturally reacted strongly.

Her face flushed, and her eyes became watery. Noticing this change, Lao Hu told her to relax and not be nervous. Since it was their first time, Lao Hu didn't dare to go too far, only touching a spot two or three inches above Mom's knees. However, he left a hint, saying that Mom was too nervous today, so he hadn't massaged several meridians yet, and he would massage her again next time when she was more relaxed. After Lao Hu left, Mom took me into the bathroom to shower; I was shocked to find that the crotch of Mom's panties was completely soaked!

The second time Lao Hu came, he didn't let me watch. He deliberately asked me if I had finished my "homework," and I tactfully pretended to go into my room to do it. But my bedroom door was ajar, and I could see everything in the living room clearly. He chatted with Mom for a few minutes before starting his treatment. I thought Mom was acting a bit strangely. Last time, she wore shorts for easier treatment, but today she wore a loose long skirt. If Lao Hu lifted her legs to massage, wouldn't it be easy to see what was underneath? However, from their conversation, I immediately understood that Lao Hu had suggested Mom wear this.

Lao Hu: "The ankle meridian extends all the way to the groin. Last time, wearing shorts actually made the massage inconvenient. Wearing shorts like this is perfect."

Mom: "My ankle doesn't hurt anymore. Do I still need to massage the entire meridian?"

Old Hu: "You young people just don't know how serious things are; it's not just your ankle problem, you also have a problem with blood and qi imbalance. I'll treat it for you while I'm at it, so you won't get rheumatism when you get older."

Mom: "Is it that serious?"

Old Hu suddenly lowered his voice and whispered to Mom: "Last time your son was here, so it wasn't convenient for me to say. Your sex life is not harmonious, and your blood and qi are particularly weak. If you don't get proper treatment... you might..."

I was listening intently, but the last few sentences were too soft for me to hear, so I didn't know what he was saying. However, Mom's face immediately turned red, and she showed a shy expression. I couldn't help but worry in my heart. This Old Hu seemed to be a seasoned veteran, good at taking advantage of his age and good at acting. How could my naive Mom be a match for him?

As Old Hu's hands gradually moved upward, Mom's skirt was lifted higher and higher; since I wasn't there, Old Hu's movements became more and more exaggerated. Mom's skirt was lifted to her thighs and then stopped, but Old Hu's hands were still moving inside the skirt. My mother's back was pressed against the sofa, her eyes growing increasingly blurry. Though she tried her best to suppress it, she still let out a soft moan or two from time to time. Old Hu, with his sanctimonious demeanor, kept comforting my mother, saying, "Just bear with it, just bear with it," while his hands continued their work without pause. I seriously doubted whether his "just bear with it" was meant for me.

At this moment, Old Hu lifted his mother's long skirt, revealing her soaking wet panties. He whispered to her, "See? I told you so! You have weak blood and qi, so your libido is high. I only massaged the meridians on your legs, and you're already this wet!"

His mother hesitated, unsure what to say. After a long while, she softly asked, "Then what should we do?"

Old Hu's face showed an ambiguous expression. He said thoughtfully, "The best way, of course, is for you and your husband to practice dual cultivation; but your husband rarely comes home, so it might be difficult. However, even if your husband is home, if the conditions aren't right, it's all in vain."

His mother asked in surprise, "What do you mean by 'not right'? What kind of conditions?"

Old Hu implied, "You should know better than me, why are you asking me?"

His mother was stunned for a long time before she understood the meaning behind his words. She blushed and couldn't speak.

Old Hu's hands didn't stop moving as he continued, saying, "Actually, to cooperate with you, you need at least my size." His words were so explicit that Mom was both embarrassed and shy, completely at a loss for what to do. Then Old Hu made a startling move; he grabbed Mom's foot and pressed it against his bulging crotch. Mom was shocked and before she could speak, Old Hu spoke again.

Old Hu: "Don't be nervous, I just want you to feel it, to see if it's the right size for you; relax, don't think too much, carefully feel it with your soles."

Mom was bewildered by his pretense and hypocritical behavior, completely at a loss. Old Hu's attack became even more aggressive; his free hand suddenly went straight for her center, conquering Mom's fortress. Mom cried out, tightly gripping Old Hu's hand; after a brief struggle, she gave up resistance, completely surrendering to Old Hu's demonic hand.

I was furious, but conflicted, I didn't want them to stop immediately. Subconsciously, I seemed to expect my mother to experience another orgasm during the rape; I eagerly anticipated seeing her wanton and lewd demeanor during her climax.

Old Hu knelt before the sofa, placing my mother's snow-white legs on his shoulders. He lowered his head and began licking her vulva through her soaked panties. My mother appeared dazed and alluring, her long legs swinging wildly, her hands gripping Old Hu's hair tightly. After a while, her body suddenly thrust forward, then she exhaled and softly leaned back on the sofa.

Old Hu raised his head, his tongue circling his lips, and whispered, "I'll let you taste the real flavor of a man again!" He then stood up, unzipped his pants, and a large, dark, and fierce penis was immediately presented before my mother.

I couldn't believe that an old man as thin as Lao Hu could have such a big penis. It was definitely no smaller than Ah Gou's, only slightly less firm. No wonder he always boasted about how to play with women; he really did have a good one! Mom stared at the penis in disbelief, as if caught in a mental struggle.

Suddenly, she quickly stood up, put down her long skirt, and said calmly and resolutely, "Mr. Hu, thank you for your kind treatment; I'm cured now, and I don't need to trouble you anymore."

I felt both relieved and disappointed, unsure of what outcome I wanted. Lao Hu seemed puzzled as well; why had his prize slipped away when it was almost his? But having traveled all over the country, he knew when to stop. He immediately turned around, straightened his clothes, and said goodbye to Mom.

Mom called out to me, "Uncle Hu is going home; aren't you going to see him off?" Having watched the drama unfold, I couldn't help but think to myself, 'Mom's acting is pretty good too!' (IV)

After seeing Lao Hu off, Mom seemed a little weak in the legs. She plopped down on the sofa, too lazy to move. I asked Mom if her foot was fully healed, and whether Lao Hu would come again. Mom simply said, "It's healed, he won't come anymore," and then fell silent. I didn't know what Mom was thinking, so I pretended to be a little aggrieved and neglected and asked her in a low voice, "Shouldn't you take a bath?" Mom probably realized she was acting a little strange, so she lazily said softly, "Go run the water first, Mom will be right back."

I soaked in the bathtub, and Mom came in. As usual, she took off her clothes and sat on the toilet to urinate. I paid special attention to Mom's genitals, and sure enough, it looked sticky, even her pubic hair was wet and tangled.

The mother and son were naked facing each other, the most intimate moment of the day, and I started teasing Mom again. I deliberately asked Mom why she had pubic hair, but I didn't? Mom seemed to be in a better mood. She said coquettishly, "Why are you doing this again? Haven't I told you so many times? You'll grow hair when you're older!" Seeing that Mom had returned to normal, I flattered her, "Mom! You look better when you smile. You looked so scary with that stern face!"

Although Mom dealt with Lao Hu's matter quickly and decisively, she was still worried that Lao Hu would gossip about it. I'm a considerate child, and without Mom asking, I would proactively find out the news. The result was unexpected and shocked me: Lao Hu had also had his penis cut off! I put in a lot of effort and finally pieced together the whole story.

It turned out that Lao Hu, under the guise of treating people's illnesses, had been having affairs with several women at the same time, and these women were all married. Over time, their husbands naturally became suspicious. Since they were all neighbors, the victims formed a cuckoldry alliance and banded together to teach Lao Hu a lesson. They first persuaded the cheating wife, then tricked Old Hu into taking the bait; Old Hu was caught red-handed and had his penis cut off by vigilante justice. Knowing he was in the wrong, Old Hu dared not report it to the police or make a fuss; he quietly left the town and disappeared without a trace.

It's said that the members of the "Cuckold Alliance" immediately forgave their wives after seeing Old Hu's penis. They said, "It's so big! If I were a woman, I'd love it too!" Of course, I can't verify these claims, but when I heard Mr. Li, the grocer, recount them, I laughed until my stomach hurt. Mr. Li also told me, "You were really lucky. Didn't your mother also have him treat her illness? Luckily, your mother has high standards and didn't like Old Hu; otherwise, having another sugar daddy wouldn't be a big deal, but half the men in town would probably be jealous!"

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: why do all men who get involved with my mother have their penises cut off? Is my mother destined to be a penis killer? But I also think this idea is absurd, so I just let it go. However, I've been a bit confused lately; the idea that my mother has a spying fetish is something I made up; but her recent behavior seems to genuinely show that tendency. I can't help but wonder, am I some kind of magician? Do things I write about actually come true?

These past few days, after taking a shower, Mom has been lying in bed reading with the main light on. I know Mom's habit; when she's ready to sleep after a shower, she usually only wears a pair of briefs, without even a bra. Mom's bedroom is right next to the mountainside, so there's no worry about her being exposed, and that large window facing the mountain is always left open except in winter. But usually Mom reads with a small desk lamp; turning on the main light now seems a bit too bright, doesn't it?

My room, like Mom's, also has a large window facing the mountain, and since it's summer, of course, the window is also left open! The other day, when I turned off the light to go to sleep, I glanced up at the mountain and wow! Someone was peeping at us from the mountain! Our house is a two-story building with its own entrance and yard, and the small hill is less than ten meters from the house; if someone were peeping into our house from the hill, they could see everything clearly with the naked eye, and with binoculars, it would be like a magnified close-up.

I took out the binoculars my dad had bought me and looked up at the mountain. I saw three peeping toms, who looked like high school students, also peering into our room through binoculars. However, our eyes never met, because they were looking into my mom's bedroom next door.

After observing her for over ten days, I realized that my mom was indeed intentionally letting the peeping tom succeed. The peeping times were fixed, starting around 10 pm from Monday to Friday, with no sign of them on Saturdays and Sundays. Similarly, on Saturday and Sunday nights, my mom wouldn't turn on the main lights to read. To confirm this, I also spied on my mom in her bedroom; I discovered that she not only intentionally exposed herself, but even seemed to enjoy it! To give you an idea, I've summarized my observations from one day as follows:

21:50 Mom turned off the lights and gazed up the mountain, confirming the spy was in position.

21:55 Mom came to my room and told me to go to bed early.

22:00 Mom left the door slightly ajar, took off her bathrobe, and lay down reading in only her underwear

. 22:10 She got up and looked at herself in the mirror at the dressing table .

22:15 She opened the wardrobe, took out several pieces of underwear, and changed them.

22:35 She closed the wardrobe and stood in front of the dressing table again, looking at herself in the mirror.

22:40 She took off her underwear, put one foot on the dressing chair, and examined her genitals in the mirror.

22:50 She put on her underwear again and lay back down on the bed.

23:00 Lights out and went to bed

. The above description is based on my observations at home. What would it be like if someone were actually spying on you from the mountain with binoculars? Don't worry, let me tell you. I always try to be factual, so I've personally gone to the back mountain to participate in spying myself. That night at 9:30, I closed my bedroom door and pretended to go to sleep. Then, when my mother wasn't looking, I took my keys and binoculars and went to the back hill.

I had already observed that the three peeping tomcats had a fixed spot, so I chose a grassy area that was farther away and higher than theirs and hid inside. It was pitch black at night, and I was just worried about snakes in the grass, but I wasn't worried about being discovered by the three peeping tomcats.

At 9:45 PM, the three men indeed crept up. They were carrying backpacks and wearing uniforms; they were students from the nearby night school. Their faces were unfamiliar; they weren't residents of our community. They arrived at their designated spot, sat down, and lit cigarettes, about 4-5 meters away from me.

At 10:00 PM, they whispered, "It's starting!" and took out their binoculars, concentrating intently. I watched them intently from above, also taking out my binoculars. Wow! Peeping really has its fun. My mother, under the lamplight, looked quite beautiful through the binoculars. She lay on the bed, legs crossed, wearing small green panties. Her legs were long, white, fleshy, smooth, pink, and perfectly rounded.

A moment later, Mom put down her book and got up to admire herself in front of the dressing table. Her full breasts trembled slightly; her round, full buttocks swayed gracefully from side to side. Under the telescope lens, Mom seemed almost within reach. She opened the wardrobe and took out several sets of underwear, trying them on one by one. When she took off her panties, the crotch area always seemed to linger slightly at her vulva, as if it were stuck, unwilling to leave her body. Mom habitually held the removed panties to her nose to smell them, then wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue—a truly adorable sight.

Suddenly, Mom took off her panties and stood naked in front of the dressing table. She lifted one foot onto the dressing chair and examined her genitals closely in the mirror. Beneath the soft pubic hair, a mysterious cleft, cherry-red and tender, glistening with moisture, looked incredibly wet and slippery. My God! It seemed Mom could even derive pleasure from being watched!

Mom turned off the light, and the three voyeurs finished masturbating. They hurried down the mountain, savoring Mom's body. Their precious son, the "victims of the voyeurism," was right beside them, yet they were completely oblivious! I quietly returned home. Mom was already fast asleep. She was curled up on her side, her long, white legs tightly wrapped around the silk blanket; her round, pert buttocks were slightly raised, so incredibly sexy! I secretly approached Mom's vulva and took a deep breath; a pungent, alluring fragrance filled my nostrils… Wow! Mom's scent!… My penis stood erect.

Mom was in a particularly good mood today because her buttocks had grown. Although the section chief wasn't a high-ranking official, for my mother, taking that step made her a rare and outstanding woman in the county government. That evening, her colleagues congratulated her, and she didn't return home until after nine o'clock, slightly tipsy. My mother was in high spirits after drinking, talking non-stop even while showering; seeing her so happy, I joined in and told her about Lao Hu.

My mother was surprised, amused, and relieved. When I said, "...after seeing Lao Hu's penis, the members of the cuckolded alliance immediately forgave their wives," and said, "So big! If I were a woman, I'd love it too!" my mother burst into laughter. She lay on the sink, giggling, her soft white breasts swaying and her round buttocks bouncing. Those breasts made my penis hard, and those buttocks made my heart itch; I took the opportunity to hug my mother and slam my penis against her body.

Finally, my mother stopped laughing. She pushed me away, rinsed off, dried herself, and prepared to go back to the bedroom naked. Seeing that she was in a good mood, I coaxed her and said I wanted to sleep with her. My mother didn't object, but smiled broadly and said, "You little rascal! Were you just making that up? I was laughing so hard. What mischievous idea are you coming up with to make me happy now?"

I thought to myself, 'Mom seems to have agreed, but I don't want to be spied on.' I went back to my room first, didn't turn on the light, and used binoculars to scan the mountain, but I didn't see those peeping tom guys. Hmm, it's almost eleven o'clock. They probably waited for a while and when Mom didn't appear on time, they were disappointed and went down the mountain early.

After taking a shower and laughing so hard, the smell of alcohol seemed to have dissipated a lot; however, her excitement hadn't subsided. The alcohol accelerated her blood circulation, and her naked body was fair and rosy, making her look exceptionally alluring. I climbed onto the bed naked, snuggled up next to her, and my hands started to wander. My mother glanced at me sideways and laughed, "You want to go to the bridal chamber with Mom, you little rascal!" Hearing her say that, I felt an intense urge and rolled over to climb on top of her.

Actually, my actions didn't bother my mother at all; in her mind, I was just a little boy wanting to be close to her. But that's understandable. My mother is 172 cm tall and weighs nearly 60 kg, while I'm only 136 cm tall and 35 kg, a child not yet nine years old. No matter how precocious I might be mentally, in terms of appearance and physique, I'm undoubtedly a child.

Seeing my eagerness, my mother couldn't help but laugh. She hugged me and said affectionately, "Mommy's happy today, so I'll let you suckle!"

With my mother's permission, I had no more inhibitions. I cupped her soft, full breasts in my hands and rubbed them vigorously; my mouth sucked on her rosy nipples and gently nibbled. I used all the tricks from erotic books to please my mother. Little did the mother know that her well-behaved son's mind was filled with obscene thoughts!

My movements seemed to elicit a reaction from my mother. Her legs, which had been flat, bent and spread, attempting to clamp my body. However, due to the difference in our body sizes, they couldn't align properly, so she could only selectively clamp one of my legs. She tightened her grip on my left arm, and her right hand slowly stroked my hair. I looked up at my mother and saw that her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and she was biting her lip, breathing heavily – the usual prelude to pleasure during masturbation.

My mother's vulva pressed tightly against my clamped leg, and I could clearly feel the temperature rising and the area becoming increasingly wet. My mother began to moan softly, which excited me even more; I thrust repeatedly, pressing my erect penis against my mother's soft belly. The force with which my mother's legs clamped together increased, and I couldn't bear the pain, so I begged her to loosen them. As soon as she released her legs, I shifted downwards, lying prone between her full, white thighs. I looked at the place where I was born, wet and unusually tight – how could it have given birth to a little rascal like me?

My mother's mature vulva appeared incredibly wondrous and mysterious to me. The bright red flesh seemed to slowly undulate, and slippery, lustful fluids seeped out incessantly. I brought my lips to lick the tender crevice, and my mother let out a soft cry, her body trembling. She seemed to be lost in a trance of sensual pleasure, simply responding to her body's natural needs. The slightly pungent female scent aroused my latent masculine instincts. I instinctively rose, knelt between my mother's legs, and thrust my erect penis towards her wet vulva.

My mother's plump, white thighs suddenly snapped shut with such force that I almost suffocated. I cried out in pain, and my mother quickly released her legs. I stepped back to catch my breath, preparing to regroup, but my mother's legs were already bent and closed. This time, despite all my strength, I could no longer pry open my mother's legs to enter her. In my panic, I frantically tried to move and push, but my naked mother was like an unreachable mountain of flesh. Although I could touch and kiss any part of her body, I just couldn't find the right angle to unite my penis with her vulva.

My mother smiled at me, this lustful little rooster, and said meaningfully, "If you want to consummate your marriage with your mother, you at least need to be able to lift her! You can't even pry open my legs, so how can you do adult things?"

I finally understood that, given my current condition, unless my mother agreed, it was impossible for me to "consummate my marriage with my mother." My mother could kick me far away with a single stretch of her leg; if she got really excited, she could clamp her legs together and possibly kill me. I'd better be obedient and wait until I'm older!

That very night, the three voyeurs were bitten by snakes. I later heard that two of the three were bitten by a hundred-pace snake and almost had to have their limbs amputated after being taken to the hospital; the third one, although not bitten, was terrified. In short, after that day, I never saw them peeping again. Mom really has a bit of a broom! (V) Dad got addicted to reading. After finishing graduate school, he applied for a scholarship and went to the United States to pursue a doctorate. Mom's career was very successful. In just six years, she became the youngest first-level manager in the county government and the only female manager. I am currently a second-year junior high school student. I am excellent in both character and academics, and I am also very good at sports. I am the main forward on the school basketball team. However, none of these are anything special. What I am most proud of is that I have the longest and hardest penis in the whole school

. During the summer vacation between the second and third years of junior high school, I grew to 175 cm tall, and my penis was fully developed, a full 20 cm long. This is partly due to my grandfather's large penis, which I inherited from him, and partly due to my hard work day and night. I won't mention the inheritance, but I can talk about the hard work. I started exercising my penis in the fifth grade of elementary school. The method is very simple. I make my penis stick up and then hang weights on it. But don't misunderstand, this is not the hanging penis technique of the Tianzhan Sect, but a scientific aphrodisiac technique that I invented myself.

Most penile-hanging exercises involve placing weight on the scrotum rather than the penis, so their effectiveness is questionable. My method, however, directly exercises the muscles of the corpus cavernosum, resulting in very significant effects. I started by hanging an empty backpack on my erect penis, gradually adding books inside. When the penis is erect, external pressure causes it to naturally extend forward, and the resulting reaction force strengthens the erection. Of course, the most important thing is to progress gradually; never rush it, or you'll damage the corpus cavernosum, which would be counterproductive.

I was in my developmental stage when I started practicing, so the results were particularly good; currently, I can hold a 10-kilogram backpack for up to 30 minutes. You can see how strong my penis is now! Oh, and I forgot to mention, it's best to take "Liuwei Dihuang Wan" (a traditional Chinese medicine) daily while practicing to improve blood circulation. This pill is generally available at Chinese medicine shops and is very inexpensive.

In recent years, as my mother's official rank rose, she also became more and more beautiful. Her temperament became increasingly elegant, and her figure more voluptuous, exuding a mature feminine charm. These achievements are partly due to her natural beauty, and partly due to her consistent skincare routine. Since her promotion, my mother has paid special attention to her appearance, making beauty and skincare her most important tasks.

She regularly attends the county government's rhythmic gymnastics class from Monday to Friday; every night before bed, she applies various skincare products all over her body. As a result, my mother's figure is not only better than before, but her skin is also smoother and more delicate. She is still the object of sexual fantasies for men in the community, and she is a well-known beauty in the county's social circles!

Since the fourth grade of elementary school, my mother has stopped bathing with me, saying that I'm grown up and need to learn to take care of myself. In recent years, as my mother's official rank has risen, she has spent less and less time at home; I've also become obsessed with basketball, often spending my free time on the court. Mother and son have less time together, so although our relationship remains close, we are no longer as open and talkative as we were when we were children. Perhaps this is what they call the generation gap!

Spending long hours at home during summer vacation, I was bored, and my attention began to shift to my mother; peeping at her while she bathed became my daily amusement. The sight of my mother's long-absent, beautiful naked body reappearing before my eyes was simply breathtaking—those large, smooth, white breasts; those erect, slightly perky nipples; those round, slender legs; those round, firm buttocks. In short, everything about my mother fascinated me; lewd thoughts suddenly surfaced… I wanted to conquer my mother's full vulva!

In the past, I was too young and knew little about matters of men and women, so my gaze towards my mother was quite innocent; now, as an adult, seeing my mother's mature, naked body again, a lewd and ambiguous obscene mentality unconsciously sprouted in my mind. My mother was so beautiful and mature, yet so empty and lonely; didn't her luscious, beautiful vulva need the nourishment of a man?

Memories of the past flooded my mind: the passionate scenes of Ah Gou having sex with my mother, the obscene scenes of Lao Hu molesting her, my mother's wanton and lewd behavior in satisfying voyeurs… These memories deepened the evil nature within me. I suddenly remembered what my mother had said to me in the past: “You little devil! You want to go to the bridal chamber with your mother?”

My mother had a business dinner that night and didn’t come home until almost ten o’clock. Because of the heat, and because she was concerned about her image, she was wearing a suit, so as soon as she entered the door, she hurriedly took off her coat and let her hair down. When my mother went to work, she usually wore her hair up in a bun; it looked both refreshing and authoritative, but for aesthetic reasons, it was definitely better to let it down. Now, with her hair down, she swayed her head from side to side, her black hair appearing fluffy and soft, highlighting her pretty face; she looked both charming and sexy.

My mother rested for a while and prepared to go into the bathroom to take a shower. I mustered up my courage and told my mother that I wanted to shower with her. Upon hearing this, Mom was stunned for a moment before saying sternly, "You're being ridiculous! You're taller than Mom now, how can you take a bath with Mom?"

Since I had already said it, I pouted and said, "Being taller than Mom doesn't mean I'm still your son! I haven't bathed with Mom in so long!"

Mom then reverted to her playful nature, laughing and saying, "You're so big now, Mom will feel embarrassed!" After saying that, she ignored me, turned around, and went into the bathroom.

I noticed that although Mom hadn't agreed, she didn't seem to be vehemently refusing either. Besides, she had only closed the bathroom door, not locked it, so I pushed it open and followed her in. Mom was startled and didn't say anything, just stared at me quietly. I suddenly felt a little flustered. Just as I was awkwardly trying to slip out, Mom spoke up: "You're going to take a shower, why aren't you taking off your clothes?"

Hearing this, I was practically bursting with laughter. I stammered, "Mom didn't take them off, I'm too scared!" Mom chuckled and muttered to herself, "What a little devil, all looks and no guts!" Although the atmosphere relaxed, Mom and I were still too embarrassed to undress in front of each other.

After a while, seeing that this wasn't working, Mom turned around and started undressing with her back to me. I actually started trembling with nervousness. Something that used to be commonplace now felt incredibly exciting! I quickly took off my shorts and stood naked behind Mom. My mother's diligent skincare routine was truly incredible; her skin was fair and rosy, so delicate and soft, it looked like it could be squeezed for water under the light!

As her clothes were removed, my heart raced faster and faster. When her bra and panties were finally removed, there was a "smack"—my 20-centimeter penis was powerfully erect, making a crisp sound as it slapped against my stomach. My mother didn't turn around; she continued washing herself, just as she said, she was really embarrassed.

I quietly admired my mother's beautiful bathing posture, my boiling desire almost melting me. I stood behind her, quietly reached out my hands, and embraced her tightly. My mother cried out, her body trembling, and hurriedly said, "Let me go! Mom's going to get angry!" I held her tightly, my large, hot penis pressed against her soft buttocks. I whispered in her ear, "I'm all grown up now, I can reach you."

She was both angry and panicked, twisting and struggling; but I was now taller and stronger than her, and her struggles were futile, only fueling my desire. I wrapped one arm around her waist and reached for her breasts with the other. Her breasts were full, smooth, heavy, soft, and slippery—the feel was simply wonderful!

My mother struggled fiercely, her body staggering forward. She gripped the edge of the bathtub with both hands, desperately trying to squat down. I held my mother, unsure of what to do. Actually, I didn't dare to actually rape her; I just wanted to be intimate with her, to see if I could arouse her desire. If Mom were aroused and willingly offered herself to me, that would be wonderful; otherwise, in this situation, I really don't know how to end it!

Mom suddenly stopped moving and said coldly, "Let me go!"

I said a little guiltyly, "Mom promised not to be angry, so I'll let go!"

Mom said angrily, "How can I not be angry?"

I said shamelessly, "Mom's angry, I won't let go!" Mom

and I went back and forth, just going around in circles about being angry and letting go.

After a while, Mom probably got annoyed and said, "Okay, okay! I'm not angry." As soon as I heard that, I quickly let go. Mom turned around and slapped me, making my eyes see stars. I said aggrievedly, "Mom! Didn't you say you wouldn't be angry? Why did you hit me?" Mom said angrily, "Just because I'm not angry doesn't mean I can't hit you."

Mom was facing me, and of course she saw my big, thick penis pressed against her belly. She seemed to be shocked to some extent, and her face showed an expression of surprise and disbelief. I pleaded with my mother in a low voice, and she seemed to calm down. She teased me with a half-smile, "No wonder you're so horny! Your penis has grown so big!"

Seeing that her tone was much better, I grinned and said, "It's all because of you, Mom, that my penis has grown so big."

Mom pretended to be angry and said, "Nonsense!"

I quickly said, "It's true, I'm not lying to you, Mom. Didn't you say before that when I grew up I could top you? You also said that to consummate our marriage, I had to be able to lift you up. So, to be able to top you up in our marriage, I practiced every day to make my penis grow. Now, I can lift you up, but you broke your promise and even slapped me!" I pretended to be aggrieved and argued with my mother.

Mom seemed to remember saying that back then. Her face flushed, and she said coquettishly, "You actually believed what I said when you were little?"

I retorted, "How could Mom lie to me?"

Mom smiled slyly, "I didn't lie. I said we'd talk about it when you grow up. 'Talking about it when you grow up' doesn't mean you can sleep with Mom or sleep with her when you grow up. I did

n't lie to you." Mom dried herself off and was about to leave when I asked, "Mom! Can I sleep with you tonight?" Mom spat and laughed, "You're crazy! Do you think I'm Joan of Arc?" I quickly put on my shorts and followed her out. Mom had already gone into her room and locked the door.

I felt both frustrated and hopeful. It seemed Mom wasn't completely unyielding. If I kept at it, she would eventually agree, right?

For the next few days, whenever Mom took a shower, I shamelessly followed her in. When she scolded me angrily, I would whine and beg. Mom seemed helpless against this little rascal, so she could only pretend not to see me and silently wash herself with her back to me. Having learned from my previous experience, I dared not forcefully hug Mom again. Although she ignored me, at least I could see her naked body, which was a step closer to my goal.

After a few times, Mom gradually got used to it and started to steal glances at my genitals. Mom probably found it a little strange; why was my penis always pressed against my stomach?

One day, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Why is your penis always pressed against your stomach? Is there something wrong with you?"

I told Mom that it was because I saw her that my penis would stick up and press against my stomach. Mom didn't believe me at all. She thought that penises should always point downwards, not like mine, pressed against my stomach all day long.

I told Mom that because I practiced carrying my backpack around, my erections were particularly strong, so when I got excited, it would press against my stomach. Mom thought I was bluffing her and still refused to believe me. Seeing that I had been behaving well lately, Mom tacitly allowed me to bathe with her. After bathing together again, our relationship seemed to gradually become closer.

That day, after Mom finished bathing, she didn't lock the door. I took my schoolbag and went into her bedroom, immediately putting on a show for her. Mom was both surprised and amused. She said that in ancient times, there was a saying that a penis could be used as a cart axle, but mine could be used to hang a schoolbag—truly a reflection of the past and present!

Taking advantage of her good mood, I got into bed and snuggled up next to her; having just performed the schoolbag-hanging act, I was, of course, naked. Mom's habits hadn't changed; she was still only wearing a pair of briefs. Our naked skin pressed tightly together was an irresistible temptation. As soon as Mom turned around, she immediately curled her legs together, shrinking into a ball with her back to me. I asked her why she did that, and she laughed and said, "I'm afraid your schoolbag-hanging penis will bump into me!"

Hearing her teasing yet provocative words, I couldn't help but feel a burning desire. I pressed my body close to my mother's and said, "How could I dare to do anything unless Mom is willing?" My mother trembled and shrank even closer. She said in a trembling voice, "How could Mom be willing? Okay, okay! Mom wants to sleep, you should go out now!" Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to leave. Instead, I hugged her and began to stroke her soft, plump thighs.

My mother said nervously, "Mom didn't agree, why are you doing this?" I whispered in her ear, "I'm testing Mom!" I held her foot and stroked down her ankle, calf, and gradually to the fleshy area where her thigh met her buttocks. My mother trembled incessantly but remained silent.

Her hot body curled up into a ball, trembling slightly with my caresses, like a seductive python bewitching its prey with enchanting dance steps. I turned her body and forcefully kissed her cherry lips; my mother clenched her teeth, resisting desperately, but I pried open her mouth with my tongue, forcefully invading her oral cavity. The kiss brought a warm feeling, and she involuntarily curled her fragrant tongue, licking each other; her soft, tender hands also actively embraced my body, gently caressing me.

My mother's curled body relaxed, and we kissed and embraced face to face. Over the years, my mother had had almost no sex life except for masturbation. Now, holding my young, strong body and feeling my large, hot penis, she was almost immediately intoxicated by the pleasure of lust, completely forgetting worldly norms. She caressed me like a lover, and that delicate, passionate feeling set my whole body ablaze. My mother's face was flushed, her eyes glazed over, as if she didn't recognize me. I kissed her deeply, turned her over, and pressed my lips to her wet vulva, my tongue exploring and greedily licking.

She moaned softly, her buttocks undulating in response to my tongue. Seeing her vulva wide open, gushing with lustful fluids, I pulled down my erect penis and gently pressed it against her slippery vulva. The hot, large glans roamed back and forth in the crevice, and my mother, unbearably itchy, couldn't help but thrust forward. I deliberately teased her, stepping back slightly and whispering, "Mom! You're doing this willingly, aren't you?" My mother suddenly trembled, pushed me away, and turned away, sobbing.

My mother's reaction surprised me. I hurriedly hugged her, repeatedly apologizing and apologizing. To my surprise, my mother became even more heartbroken. She sobbed, "You've grown up and all you do is bully your mother!... Waaah... Waaah..."

I thought to myself, there's no use saying anything now. The only way is to completely satisfy my mother's insatiable desire. I spread her soft, white thighs, aimed my thick, long penis at her tender, slippery vagina, and thrust it in hard. She cried out in pain, desperately pushing against my chest with both hands, but the warm, comfortable feeling of her vagina's tight, sucking sensation made it impossible for me to stop. I thrust in and out without restraint.

My mother, who had been celibate for several years, had a tender and tight vagina. When it met my thick, long, and large penis, she probably couldn't adapt at first. She cried out in pain, her small fists pounding on me.

This 18-year-old virgin was experiencing the pleasure of a 36-year-old mature mother for the first time. The feeling was better than heaven. Seeing my lower body tightly connected with my mother's, I thrust even more vigorously. My mother's cries of pain transformed into moans escaping from her nose, those suppressed, wanton sounds like powerful aphrodisiac music. Her arms began to encircle me, her legs arching to clamp around my waist. I felt her tender orifice contract and spasm, a surge of heat violently impacting my glans.

My penis felt like it was about to explode; a wondrous, pleasurable sensation rapidly gathered at the tip. I shuddered violently, and hot, thick semen gushed out, powerful jets of fluid continuously washing over my mother's thirsty core. My mother, as if having a seizure, suddenly arched her back, kissing and biting me haphazardly, her hands scratching and clawing wildly at my back. I held my trembling mother tightly.

After a frenzied moment, my mother cried again. She hugged me tightly, crying incoherently, "Mommy's shameless...Mommy did it willingly...I feel so good...I want more...I want more..."

I rubbed her full, soft breasts again, caressed her round, slender legs, and licked her tender, cherry-red vulva. Mommy wasn't idle either; she pulled my penis down from her stomach and took my hot, large glans into her warm, moist mouth. That night, neither of us slept.

The next day, Mommy took seven days off. I don't know if Jane's World Records has this entry, but...

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