Mother and child's love under the mosquito net

I'm 20 years old this year, a freshman at a university in Beijing.

On the surface, I'm a very well-behaved student, favored by teachers and envied by classmates. But in reality, I'm not what they think I am. One thing that proves this is that, as a student who just turned 20, I have a 6-year history of sexual activity.

What follows is the dirty secret I want to confess.

I remember it was during summer vacation after the first year of junior high school. My father had been working away from home for two years, only coming home on holidays.

My grandparents had passed away when I was very young, so that summer it was just my mother and me at home.

My mother worked in a clothing factory near our house. The boss exploited her severely, and she basically had to work 12-hour days before coming home, usually around 10 PM.

In those years, the security in our area wasn't very good, probably because there were a lot of migrant workers. Robberies and burglaries were common at night.

My mother was afraid to go home alone, so she asked me to pick her up every day. Since my father wasn't home, she also asked me to keep her company at night, which led to incest between us.

That was the first day I slept with her. Neither of us wanted this to happen. I never used to think about such things, even though I often fantasized about having sex with teachers, classmates, and celebrities. I never even considered it with my own mother.

Because my mother's bedroom only had a fan and couldn't have another bed, and my parents' bed was large, we slept together.

Because there were many mosquitoes, after I got home that day, I took a shower, went to bed, hid under the mosquito net, and watched TV.

My mother came in later and closed the mosquito net. Since I was lying a little further out, she straddled my upper body, wanting to sleep inside. Inadvertently, I saw something dark and blurry. Although it was brief, because I was lying down and my mother was wearing those super short shorts with wide legs, I could clearly see her pubic hair. Instinctively, my penis hardened.

Afraid of being discovered by my mother, I lay on my side. My mother didn't realize I had seen her private parts. A little while later, she lay down too.

"Yunfa, lie flat on your back. You're blocking my view of the TV,"

my mother said calmly.

I had no choice but to lie on my stomach.

"What's wrong, Yunfa?" Mom asked with concern.

"Nothing, my stomach's a little upset."

"Where? Is it serious? Let Mom take a look."

Because I'd just been startled by Mom, my erection had softened, so I lay back.

I casually pointed and said, "Right here."

Mom gently massaged my abdomen with her soft little hands. "Is it here?"

My mother's sexy cleavage had made me completely see her as a woman, and my lower body uncontrollably swelled: "Mmm."

My mother had already noticed this change, and her face flushed: "Let's go to the hospital tomorrow."

Seeing this change in my mother, my brain was already racing. My mother had also come to see me as a man, otherwise her face wouldn't be red.

What should I do? I really wanted to rush up and have sex with her right away. I craved it so much; people are always interested in the mysterious and the things that haven't happened yet.

I really wanted to know what sex felt like.

But I still didn't dare to do it. I could only think about it in my mind because I was a good boy, and morals guided me.

The TV show ended, and it was late at night. I lay quietly, unable to fall asleep. My mind was filled with images of my mother's pubic hair, her breasts, and her flushed face.

I fantasized about making love to her, disregarding all morality.

More than an hour passed without me realizing it. I turned over and saw my mother lying on her side, facing away from me. I wondered if she was asleep

. I called softly, "Mom, Mom—" but there was no response.

For some reason, I had an urge. I lay on my side, my face pressed against my mother's hair, inhaling her scent. My penis grew even larger, and my desire intensified. I took off my underwear, my penis already pressed against my lower abdomen, and then, holding it, gently thrust it against my mother's buttocks. I don't know how I had the audacity to do such a thing, but I did it.

My mother and I were separated only by a piece of cloth, experiencing a sensation I had never felt before during masturbation.

After a few thrusts, I realized my mother seemed to be pretending to be asleep, because her breathing was becoming increasingly rapid.

I was startled and dared not move, pressing against my mother's buttocks.

What should I do if my mom finds out? I didn't think of that, and now I regret it. I shouldn't have done that.

Just as I was about to pull out, my mom suddenly turned around, looked at me strangely, and then grabbed my penis. Before I could react, she had already taken off her underwear and straddled me, rubbing my penis against my waist.

I was extremely excited.

It was the first time in my life I had seen a woman's genitals, although it wasn't very clear, but I still saw it.

The intercourse I had been looking forward to was about to happen; what a wonderful feeling!

Gradually, I noticed that after my mom rubbed, it seemed like her genitals produced a sticky liquid, making my lower abdomen feel strangely uncomfortable.

Suddenly she stopped, grasped my penis

, and pulled back the foreskin to expose the glans. Then she half-squatted down and rubbed the glans back and forth between her wet labia. I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, and my whole body felt like it was being electrocuted. Semen gushed out, and I felt incredibly relaxed.

I had ejaculated before even penetrating her, and a wave of regret washed over me. I had missed a chance to experience intercourse; I was so useless. I wanted to cry.

My mother sighed and went into the bathroom.

I knew she was blaming me too; I regretted masturbating so often, which caused me to ejaculate at the crucial moment.

My mother came out of the bathroom, saw how dejected I was, and said, "Don't overthink it. It's normal the first time."

After that, we went to sleep separately.

I woke up very early that day, around 5 a.m., but it was summer, and the sky was already a little bright.

I looked at my mother; she was still asleep, lying on her side with her back to me. I had already missed such a good opportunity yesterday; would my mother let me do it again tonight?

Thinking that I might never have another chance, I didn't care about anything else. I gently pulled down my mother's underwear; it was loose, and it was easy to expose her buttocks. From behind, I could see her pubic hair, labia majora and minora, and pink anus.

My penis was already erect, but I didn't know where to insert it. I just tried to insert it into her clenched opening, but maybe my mother was clenching it tightly, because I couldn't get it in. I just bumped around outside. At this moment, my mother woke up again.

She quickly put her underwear on, turned around, and angrily said, "Stop messing around! We're mother and son, you can't do this!"

Was it messing around yesterday? I thought to myself, it must be because I behaved so badly last night that she doesn't want to do it again.

"Mom, please, give me another chance?" I pleaded.

"No, I have to go to work today. You just woke me up. We'll talk about it later,"

my mother's tone softened slightly.

I was desperate, so I hugged my mother tightly, crying and begging, "Mom, just one more time.

Please, it'll be quick."

I kept kissing my mother's breasts, my penis ramming haphazardly against her lower abdomen.

Perhaps it was out of doting on her son, but my mother actually agreed. If she was driven by sexual urges yesterday, what she was doing today was definitely a form of maternal love.

She gently said, "Baby, don't rush, take it slow."

Yes, I hadn't taken off her panties yet.

So I pulled them off and started thrusting my penis against her genitals.

Still no luck, almost five minutes had passed.

I panicked and started crying. Why was it so hard to penetrate! My mother couldn't stand it anymore. "Lift your buttocks up first."

I did as she said, and then she held my penis and guided it into her vagina. "Push down."

I pushed down, and my glans was clamped. It was warm inside, and my penis was gripped tightly. With a little more force, it seemed to loosen up a lot, and my entire penis went in.

That feeling was amazing. Having learned from my previous experience, I was much more careful, slowly savoring the sensation so I could stop in time if I was about to ejaculate.

I lay prone between my mother's legs and slowly made piston-like movements, about seventy or eighty thrusts, when I felt like I was about to ejaculate.

So I stopped for a while, waited for the urge to ejaculate to subside, and then started thrusting again.

Gradually, I felt my mother's vagina becoming looser and slipperier with each thrust, and I felt less and less urge to ejaculate.

I started to increase the speed and force of my thrusts, and my mother began to respond by lifting her buttocks and moaning, "Mmm, ahhh." After about ten minutes, I started to feel the urge to ejaculate again. I slowed down, "No, baby, faster, harder, I can't take it anymore,"

my mother pleaded.

I also wanted to ejaculate immediately, so I increased the speed and force of my thrusts, and we both howled, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah—" A surge of electricity rushed through me, and my semen gushed out, shooting into my mother's vagina.

My whole body felt like it had been released, incredibly relaxed.

A moment later, I noticed my mother's whole body was trembling, and her vagina was contracting; I figured she must have reached orgasm too.

I lay on top of her, panting heavily as if I'd just run a kilometer.

My mother, with her eyes closed, was also panting heavily.

"Baby, Mommy has no strength left. How am I supposed to go to work today?"

she joked. "Get off me."

I rolled off, proudly saying, "I'm alright, right?"

My mother laughed, "Alright? What are you talking about? You're still a useless bastard who ejaculated before even penetrating."

"Really?" I pretended to climb on top of her and try again.

"No, no, Mom, please beg me!" she pleaded. "I have no strength left, I'll die if I do it again."

And that's how my first sexual experience ended, and I was fairly satisfied.

In the years that followed, we made love frequently, with more and more variations and locations: the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, in the fields, in the woods, in the river, even on the street late at night. It felt increasingly exciting, but as I grew older, the guilt intensified.

Yet, we couldn't break free. Now I'm far away from home. I

still miss those days…

I'm 20 years old this year, a freshman in college, currently studying at a university in Beijing.

On the surface, I was a very well-behaved child, favored by teachers and envied by classmates. But in reality, I wasn't what they thought. One thing that proves this is that, as a student who had just turned 20, I had a six-year history of sexual activity.

What follows is the dirty secret I want to confess.

I remember it was right after the first year of junior high school, during summer vacation. My father had been working away from home for two years, only coming home on holidays.

My grandparents had passed away when I was very young, so that summer it was just my mother and me at home.

My mother worked in a clothing factory near our house. The boss exploited her severely; she basically had to work 12-hour days before coming home, usually around 10 PM.

In those years, the security in our area wasn't very good, probably because there were a lot of migrant workers. Robberies and burglaries were common at night.

My mother was afraid to go home alone, so she asked me to pick her up every day. Since my father wasn't home, she also asked me to keep her company at night, which led to incest between us.

That was the first day I slept with her. Neither of us wanted this to happen. I never used to think about such things, even though I often fantasized about having sex with teachers, classmates, and celebrities. I never even considered it with my own mother.

Because my mother's bedroom only had a fan and couldn't have another bed, and my parents' bed was large, we slept together.

Because there were many mosquitoes, after I got home that day, I took a shower, went to bed, hid under the mosquito net, and watched TV.

My mother came in later and closed the mosquito net. Since I was lying a little further out, she straddled my upper body, wanting to sleep inside. Inadvertently, I saw something dark and blurry. Although it was brief, because I was lying down and my mother was wearing those super short shorts with wide legs, I could clearly see her pubic hair. Instinctively, my penis hardened.

Afraid of being discovered by my mother, I lay on my side. My mother didn't realize I had seen her private parts. A little while later, she lay down too.

"Yunfa, lie flat on your back. You're blocking my view of the TV,"

my mother said calmly.

I had no choice but to lie on my stomach.

"What's wrong, Yunfa?" Mom asked with concern.

"Nothing, my stomach's a little upset."

"Where? Is it serious? Let Mom take a look."

Because I'd just been startled by Mom, my erection had softened, so I lay back.

I casually pointed and said, "Right here."

Mom gently massaged my abdomen with her soft little hands. "Is it here?"

My mother's sexy cleavage had made me completely see her as a woman, and my lower body uncontrollably swelled: "Mmm."

My mother had already noticed this change, and her face flushed: "Let's go to the hospital tomorrow."

Seeing this change in my mother, my brain was already racing. My mother had also come to see me as a man, otherwise her face wouldn't be red.

What should I do? I really wanted to rush up and have sex with her right away. I craved it so much; people are always interested in the mysterious and the things that haven't happened yet.

I really wanted to know what sex felt like.

But I still didn't dare to do it. I could only think about it in my mind because I was a good boy, and morals guided me.

The TV show ended, and it was late at night. I lay quietly, unable to fall asleep. My mind was filled with images of my mother's pubic hair, her breasts, and her flushed face.

I fantasized about making love to her, disregarding all morality.

More than an hour passed without me realizing it. I turned over and saw my mother lying on her side, facing away from me. I wondered if she was asleep

. I called softly, "Mom, Mom—" but there was no response.

For some reason, I had an urge. I lay on my side, my face pressed against my mother's hair, inhaling her scent. My penis grew even larger, and my desire intensified. I took off my underwear, my penis already pressed against my lower abdomen, and then, holding it, gently thrust it against my mother's buttocks. I don't know how I had the audacity to do such a thing, but I did it.

My mother and I were separated only by a piece of cloth, experiencing a sensation I had never felt before during masturbation.

After a few thrusts, I realized my mother seemed to be pretending to be asleep, because her breathing was becoming increasingly rapid.

I was startled and dared not move, pressing against my mother's buttocks.

What should I do if my mom finds out? I didn't think of that, and now I regret it. I shouldn't have done that.

Just as I was about to pull out, my mom suddenly turned around, looked at me strangely, and then grabbed my penis. Before I could react, she had already taken off her underwear and straddled me, rubbing my penis against my waist.

I was extremely excited.

It was the first time in my life I had seen a woman's genitals, although it wasn't very clear, but I still saw it.

The intercourse I had been looking forward to was about to happen; what a wonderful feeling!

Gradually, I noticed that after my mom rubbed, it seemed like her genitals produced a sticky liquid, making my lower abdomen feel strangely uncomfortable.

Suddenly she stopped, grasped my penis

, and pulled back the foreskin to expose the glans. Then she half-squatted down and rubbed the glans back and forth between her wet labia. I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, and my whole body felt like it was being electrocuted. Semen gushed out, and I felt incredibly relaxed.

I had ejaculated before even penetrating her, and a wave of regret washed over me. I had missed a chance to experience intercourse; I was so useless. I wanted to cry.

My mother sighed and went into the bathroom.

I knew she was blaming me too; I regretted masturbating so often, which caused me to ejaculate at the crucial moment.

My mother came out of the bathroom, saw how dejected I was, and said, "Don't overthink it. It's normal the first time."

After that, we went to sleep separately.

I woke up very early that day, around 5 a.m., but it was summer, and the sky was already a little bright.

I looked at my mother; she was still asleep, lying on her side with her back to me. I had already missed such a good opportunity yesterday; would my mother let me do it again tonight?

Thinking that I might never have another chance, I didn't care about anything else. I gently pulled down my mother's underwear; it was loose, and it was easy to expose her buttocks. From behind, I could see her pubic hair, labia majora and minora, and pink anus.

My penis was already erect, but I didn't know where to insert it. I just tried to insert it into her clenched opening, but maybe my mother was clenching it tightly, because I couldn't get it in. I just bumped around outside. At this moment, my mother woke up again.

She quickly put her underwear on, turned around, and angrily said, "Stop messing around! We're mother and son, you can't do this!"

Was it messing around yesterday? I thought to myself, it must be because I behaved so badly last night that she doesn't want to do it again.

"Mom, please, give me another chance?" I pleaded.

"No, I have to go to work today. You just woke me up. We'll talk about it later,"

my mother's tone softened slightly.

I was desperate. I grabbed my mother and cried, begging, "Mom, one more time.

Please, it'll be quick."

I started kissing my mother's breasts repeatedly, my penis thrusting haphazardly into her lower abdomen.

Perhaps it was out of doting on her son, but the mother actually agreed. If she was driven by sexual urges yesterday, what she was doing today was definitely a form of maternal love.

She gently said, "Baby, don't rush, take it slow."

Yes, I hadn't taken off her panties yet.

So I pulled them off and started thrusting my penis against her vulva.

Still no luck, almost five minutes had passed.

I panicked and started crying. Why was it so hard to penetrate? My mother couldn't bear to watch any longer. "Lift your buttocks up first."

I did as she said, and then my mother held my penis and guided it into her vaginal opening. "Push down."

I pushed down, and my glans was clamped. It was warm inside, and my penis was gripped very tightly. With a little more force, it seemed to loosen up a lot, and my penis was completely inside.

The feeling was amazing. Having learned from my previous experience, I was much more careful, slowly savoring the sensation so I could stop in time if I felt the urge to ejaculate.

I lay prone between my mother's legs and slowly made piston-like movements, thrusting in and out about seventy or eighty times, when I felt myself about to ejaculate.

So I stopped for a while, waiting for the urge to ejaculate to subside before starting again.

Gradually, I felt my mother's vagina becoming looser and slipperier with each thrust, and I felt less and less urge to ejaculate.

I increased the speed and force of my thrusting, and Mom began to respond by lifting her hips, moaning "Mmm, ahhh." After about ten minutes, I started to feel myself ejaculating again. I slowed down. "No, baby, faster, harder, I can't take it anymore,"

Mom pleaded.

I wanted to ejaculate immediately too, so I increased the speed and force of my thrusting. We both screamed, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah—" A surge of electricity rushed through me, and my semen gushed out, shooting into Mom's vagina.

My whole body felt like it had been released, incredibly relaxed.

After a while, I noticed Mom's whole body was trembling, and her vagina was contracting. I thought she must have reached orgasm too.

I lay on top of my mother, panting heavily as if I'd just run a kilometer.

My mother, with her eyes closed, was also panting heavily.

"Baby, Mommy has no strength left. How am I supposed to go to work today?"

she joked. "Get off me."

I rolled off, proudly saying, "I'm alright, right?"

My mother laughed, "Alright? What are you talking about? You're still a useless bastard who ejaculated before even penetrating."

"Really?" I pretended to climb on top of her again.

"No, no, Mommy begs for mercy, okay?" she pleaded, "I have no strength left. I'll die if I do it again."

And that's how my first sexual experience ended, and I was fairly satisfied with it.

In the years that followed, we made love frequently, in increasingly varied ways and locations: the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, in the fields, in the woods, in the river, even on the street late at night. It felt increasingly exciting, but as I grew older, my guilt intensified.

Yet, we couldn't break free. Now I'm far away,

and I still miss those days…

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