My mother spoiled me

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

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

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

I ejaculated immediately and woke up abruptly, finding myself holding my mother. I was incredibly embarrassed and afraid she would scold me, but she didn't say anything, probably because the house was small and she didn't want anyone to hear. She quietly told me to take off my pants, because she knew I was completely wet and sticky, so I took them off. She even asked me what this was. It wasn't the first time, and I was too embarrassed to say I'd done this before, so I just said yes. She used my underwear to wipe me down there. At that moment, I just felt her hands were soft and comfortable, so I got hard again. She noticed and tried to take her hands away, but I don't know where I got the courage from. Maybe it was because she was so nice and indulgent, but I grabbed her hands and wouldn't let her take them away. I was stronger than my mother at that time, and she struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free. She just muttered a few words. Because the bed creaked when I exerted force, she told me not to move, which was a kind of agreement. I felt really excited at that moment. It was with my own mother. She used my long underwear to pad my genitals and then moved her hands back and forth. She even asked me if this was how to move. Although the movements weren't very skillful, I was already enjoying it. I became more and more excited and started touching her. She wouldn't let me, so she could only move her hands on her lower abdomen. I remember very clearly that she was a little excited at that time, and her breathing became heavier. And when I was about to ejaculate, her hands moved very quickly, as if she was going all out. I ejaculated a lot, and after I ejaculated, she even helped me wipe myself. This time I didn't get an erection and was a bit tired, so I really fell asleep. But I woke up again in the early morning, and thinking about the night before, I couldn't help but feel aroused again. My mother was asleep, so I touched her, and I was very bold, so I put my hand directly inside her underwear. She woke up and only struggled symbolically before letting me touch her. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman's body, and I was so aroused that I felt like I was going to explode. She also helped me with her hands, and we caressed each other. Her pubic hair was very thick and wet. At that time, I only vaguely knew what was going on, and my hands were just moving around randomly. When I touched a sensitive spot, her body would tremble. This time, her hands were very slow, and I enjoyed it. I boldly pulled her pants down to her knees and hugged her from behind. At that time, I instinctively wanted to get closer to her and enter her, but she firmly refused. I just stood between her legs and let my mother do as she pleased. It was very soft and wet there, and I ejaculated a lot.

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

When I went back, she told me not to talk about it. I knew I was distracted for a long time afterward, but it didn't happen again until school started. I kept thinking about it, feeling nervous, excited, and ashamed...

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

Then one day, my mother found me masturbating while reading and asked me why I did it so often, and whether my poor grades were related to it. I said yes, and she left without saying anything. A few days later, my father went on a business trip. After dinner, I was about to go to my study. My room is locked, and I often lock the door to masturbate. That day, I didn't lock the door, and she came into my room and asked if I was still doing it myself. I don't remember the specifics, but it was something like, "It's normal to have urges during puberty, but you have to control yourself and not let it affect your studies." As she talked, I brought up what happened that night. She asked if I liked it, and of course I said yes. She said she would help me, but only to help me concentrate on my studies. Then she had me lie on the bed, pulled down my pants, and helped me masturbate. It felt amazing, of course. Strangely enough, perhaps her openness eased my psychological burden, and I was able to focus on my studies afterward.

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

However, we never had sex until my second year of high school, when I finally had the chance to see her naked. Sexual intercourse came later (preface—).

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

I think I should introduce my mother. She was probably 37 or 38 at the time, a middle school music teacher. Looking back now, my mother must have been beautiful (I was young then and didn't know how to appreciate women). She had very good skin, very fair (typical of a southerner).

From the first to the second year of high school, when I was growing, my body gradually became stronger, and my sex drive was very strong. I think my mom sometimes really enjoys touching my genitals because she's always very serious, not just going through the motions. And later, after we got more familiar, she started controlling the pace. Sometimes when no one was home, she would do it for me for a long time.

When I was in my second year of high school, I started paying attention to my female classmates and comparing them to my mom. But back then, I fantasized about having sex and would choose my mom without hesitation. At the time, I thought her voluptuous figure aroused my desire; now I think it was probably because she was sexy. I also started to understand women.

My mom didn't allow me to touch her then. At first, I was okay with it and let her do it. Later, as my fantasies about women intensified, I started to touch her more. Most of the time, I was naked, and she didn't object. Later, when she was aroused, I could even put my hand inside her pants. That was what I was most interested in then.

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

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

One day she was very unrestrained and didn't refuse my hugs and caresses. I still remember that smooth, soft, and elastic body. She was still in good shape, a little plump, but not bloated, and very sensitive. Her pubic hair was very thick, a dark patch, and naturally my hand lingered there the most. She reacted intensely, even arching her back, but still wouldn't let me penetrate. However, we found a compromise: she would lie face down on the bed, and I would lie on top of her, with her legs clamping around me. Compared to younger girls, her labia were much fuller, and the pleasure they gave me was unparalleled. Although we didn't have sex, we were very close. I once wanted her to give me oral sex, but she refused at the time. As for sex, that was a matter for later. I'll stop here for today; I'm very tired. Sometimes reminiscing is very distressing. As I write, I get excited. I don't know how well this is written, but I'll try to be as truthful as possible, without any erotic descriptions. Anything about penetration is nonsense. There's a real understanding between a mother and son, and they are especially prone to impulsiveness and greater pleasure. But at first, my mother wasn't very accepting of unconventional things like oral sex. That happened after we actually had sex. I'll write about it again when I have the chance, and we can discuss it together.

I'm glad to see everyone's comments. If you find them interesting, it's mainly because they're real. These are indeed true stories, so I didn't embellish them; I just wrote down whatever came to mind.

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

Actually, after becoming familiar with my mother's naked body, I still like her best when she's wearing a skirt, especially when she's exercising. Seeing her always excites me, and I inevitably want to harass and be intimate with her; it's almost become a habit.

In my opinion, incest isn't a big deal. It happens accidentally, and desire is the majority factor. It usually happens with mutual consent, sometimes lasting a long time and feeling very natural. My mother and I are like that; we're very normal at home, as if nothing has happened, and we don't feel any psychological burden. We were very passionate when we were intimate; the thrill of incest probably lay in the raw, naked sexual contact.

We did this for a long time, about a year, with our unique way of making love. She also experienced great pleasure when I rubbed between her legs. Sometimes she would masturbate, stroking herself while stroking my genitals, but she wouldn't let me see; she would always do it with her back to me, and I would just enjoy it.

This happened when I was 15 years old, in my first year of high school, during winter break. My mother went to Shanghai on a business trip and took me with her. Back then, hotels were rare; people mostly stayed in guesthouses. One day, we visited a relative, and after dinner, we slept there.

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

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

I ejaculated immediately and woke up abruptly, finding myself holding my mother. I was incredibly embarrassed and afraid she would scold me, but she didn't say anything, probably because the house was small and she didn't want anyone to hear. She quietly told me to take off my pants, because she knew I was completely wet and sticky, so I took them off. She even asked me what this was. It wasn't the first time, and I was too embarrassed to say I'd done this before, so I just said yes. She used my underwear to wipe me down there. At that moment, I just felt her hands were soft and comfortable, so I got hard again. She noticed and tried to take her hands away, but I don't know where I got the courage from. Maybe it was because she was so nice and indulgent, but I grabbed her hands and wouldn't let her take them away. I was stronger than my mother at that time, and she struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free. She just muttered a few words. Because the bed creaked when I exerted force, she told me not to move, which was a kind of agreement. I felt really excited at that moment. It was with my own mother. She used my long underwear to pad my genitals and then moved her hands back and forth. She even asked me if this was how to move. Although the movements weren't very skillful, I was already enjoying it. I became more and more excited and started touching her. She wouldn't let me, so she could only move her hands on her lower abdomen. I remember very clearly that she was a little excited at that time, and her breathing became heavier. And when I was about to ejaculate, her hands moved very quickly, as if she was going all out. I ejaculated a lot, and after I ejaculated, she even helped me wipe myself. This time I didn't get an erection and was a bit tired, so I really fell asleep. But I woke up again in the early morning, and thinking about the night before, I couldn't help but feel aroused again. My mother was asleep, so I touched her, and I was very bold, so I put my hand directly inside her underwear. She woke up and only struggled symbolically before letting me touch her. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman's body, and I was so aroused that I felt like I was going to explode. She also helped me with her hands, and we caressed each other. Her pubic hair was very thick and wet. At that time, I only vaguely knew what was going on, and my hands were just moving around randomly. When I touched a sensitive spot, her body would tremble. This time, her hands were very slow, and I enjoyed it. I boldly pulled her pants down to her knees and hugged her from behind. At that time, I instinctively wanted to get closer to her and enter her, but she firmly refused. I just stood between her legs and let my mother do as she pleased. It was very soft and wet there, and I ejaculated a lot.

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

When I went back, she told me not to talk about it. I knew I was distracted for a long time afterward, but it didn't happen again until school started. I kept thinking about it, feeling nervous, excited, and ashamed...

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

Then one day, my mother found me masturbating while reading and asked me why I did it so often, and whether my poor grades were related to it. I said yes, and she left without saying anything. A few days later, my father went on a business trip. After dinner, I was about to go to my study. My room is locked, and I often lock the door to masturbate. That day, I didn't lock the door, and she came into my room and asked if I was still doing it myself. I don't remember the specifics, but it was something like, "It's normal to have urges during puberty, but you have to control yourself and not let it affect your studies." As she talked, I brought up what happened that night. She asked if I liked it, and of course I said yes. She said she would help me, but only to help me concentrate on my studies. Then she had me lie on the bed, pulled down my pants, and helped me masturbate. It felt amazing, of course. Strangely enough, perhaps her openness eased my psychological burden, and I was able to focus on my studies afterward.

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

However, we never had sex until my second year of high school, when I finally had the chance to see her naked. Sexual intercourse came later (preface—).

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

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

From my first to second year of high school, when I was growing, my physique became increasingly robust, and my libido was very high. I think my mother sometimes enjoyed touching my genitals because she was always very serious, not just going through the motions. Later, as we became more familiar, she started controlling the pace. Sometimes, when no one was home, she would help me for a long time.

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

My mother didn't allow me to touch her at first. I was okay with it and let her do it without worry. But later, as my fantasies about women intensified, I started to touch her. Most of the time, I was naked, and she didn't object. Later, when she was aroused, I could even put my hand inside her pants. That was what I was most interested in at that time.

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

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

herself, and I was completely naked too. That day, she was very uninhibited, not refusing my hugs and caresses. I still remember her smooth, soft, and elastic body. She had a good figure, slightly plump, but not bloated, and very sensitive. Her pubic hair was very thick, a dark patch, and naturally my hand lingered there the most. She reacted intensely, even arching her back, but still wouldn't let me penetrate. However, we found a compromise: she would lie face down on the bed, and I would lie on top of her, with her legs clamping around me. Compared to younger girls, her labia were much fuller, and the pleasure they gave me was unparalleled. Although we didn't have sex, we were very close. I once wanted her to give me oral sex, but she refused at the time. As for sex, that was a matter for later. I'll stop here for today; I'm very tired. Sometimes reminiscing is very distressing. As I write, I get excited. I don't know how well this is written, but I'll try to be as truthful as possible, without any erotic descriptions. Anything about penetration is nonsense. There's a real understanding between a mother and son, and they are especially prone to impulsiveness and greater pleasure. But at first, my mother wasn't very accepting of unconventional things like oral sex. That happened after we actually had sex. I'll write about it again when I have the chance, and we can discuss it together.

I'm glad to see everyone's comments. If you find them interesting, it's mainly because they're real. These are indeed true stories, so I didn't embellish them; I just wrote down whatever came to mind.

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

Actually, after becoming familiar with my mother's naked body, I still like her best when she's wearing a skirt, especially when she's exercising. Seeing her always excites me, and I inevitably want to harass and be intimate with her; it's almost become a habit.

In my opinion, incest isn't a big deal. It happens accidentally, and desire is the majority factor. It usually happens with mutual consent, sometimes lasting a long time and feeling very natural. My mother and I are like that; we're very normal at home, as if nothing has happened, and we don't feel any psychological burden. We were very passionate when we were intimate; the thrill of incest probably lay in the raw, naked sexual contact.

We did this for a long time, about a year, with our unique way of making love. She also experienced great pleasure when I rubbed between her legs. Sometimes she would masturbate, stroking herself while stroking my genitals, but she wouldn't let me see; she would always do it sideways to me, and I would just enjoy it.

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