My Mother's Story [Its Value Lies in Its Authenticity] A good read; I hope more people will see it.

That happened when I was 15. 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; it was mostly 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 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 think of me as a man then. Actually, I was already masturbating at that time, and I did it every day, but my mother was there, so I didn't dare to. I just drifted off to sleep.

Maybe because I hadn't released my pent-up desires, I started having sexual dreams that night. I dreamt that I was hugging a woman, and it was my mother (I think everyone has had this experience). Actually, I was half-asleep and half-awake, and I was even pulling the woman's hand towards my genitals. (I didn't have this experience at the time; I saw this scene in a semi-erotic novel, so I always fantasized about a woman touching me. At that time, I didn't have any concept of sex, and this was the most exciting thing.) I

ejaculated immediately after finishing the first word, and I woke up suddenly. I found myself hugging my mother, and my hand was grabbing my mother's breast. I was extremely embarrassed at the time, and I was afraid that my mother would scold me, but she didn't say anything. I guess it was because the house was small and she was afraid that someone would hear.

She whispered for me to take off my pants, knowing I was all wet and sticky. So I did, revealing my already limp penis. She asked if this was my first time, and I was too embarrassed to say I'd been like this before, so I said yes. She then used my underwear to wipe me down there. I 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, maybe because she was so kind and indulgent. I grabbed her hands and wouldn't let her take them away, just rubbing my penis like that. I was stronger than my mother at that point.

She struggled a couple of times but couldn't move anymore. She just muttered a few words softly because the bed creaked when I exerted myself. She told me not to move, which was her way of agreeing. I felt really excited at that moment, especially with my own mother. She put my long underwear under me and then moved her hand back and forth on my penis. She even asked me if that was how I was moving. Although she wasn't very skilled, I was already enjoying it.

I became increasingly excited and started touching her body, but she wouldn't let me. I could only move my hands on her chest and lower abdomen. Later, my right hand slipped inside her pants and down to her genitals. I remember clearly that she was also somewhat excited at that time; her breathing became heavier. And when I was about to ejaculate, my hand moved very quickly down there, and her hand movements were also very fast, as if she was going all out. I ejaculated a lot, even getting some on her face. After I finished, she even helped me wipe it off. This time, I didn't get an erection and was a little tired, so I actually fell asleep.

But I woke up again in the early morning, and remembering last night, I couldn't help but feel aroused again. My mother was still asleep, so I touched her, becoming quite bold. I put one hand under her breast and grabbed her right breast, feeling the soft flesh beneath my touch; I slipped my other hand inside her panties, touching a handful of soft, fine hair. 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 felt like I was about to burst with desire. She also helped me with her hand, her fingers rubbing my penis. We caressed each other's bodies. Her breasts were full and soft, and her pubic hair was thick and wet; my hand was covered in moisture.

At that time, I only vaguely understood what was happening. My hands were just moving around randomly, touching her lower body. When I touched her sensitive spots, her body would tremble. This time, her hands were moving slowly, and I enjoyed the rubbing. I boldly pulled her pants up to her knees, hugged her from behind, and tried to spread her legs apart. I covered her genitals with one hand, instinctively wanting to get closer to her and enter her, but she resolutely refused. So I pressed my penis against the soft, moist area between her legs, letting my mother do as she pleased. Her body twisted, and that area was soft and wet. I pressed my penis against her there and ejaculated a lot inside her, leaving her covered in cum.

That day, we got up very early (to change clothes), ate 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 would be distracted for a long time afterward, but it didn't happen again until school started. I still kept thinking about it, feeling nervous, excited, and ashamed all at once.

Because I kept thinking about it, I was also distracted in class, and I would secretly masturbate while studying at home, which caused my grades to drop. Then one day, my mother found me masturbating while reading and asked me why I kept doing it, and whether my poor grades were related to it. I said yes, and she left without saying anything until a few days later when my father went on a business trip.

After dinner, I was about to go to study. My room has a lock, and I often lock the door to masturbate. That day, I didn't lock the door, and she came into my room. She asked if I still did it often. 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. Later, she had me lie on the bed, pulled down my pants, and masturbated me. I ejaculated all over her face, which felt incredibly good. Strangely enough, her open attitude probably reduced my psychological burden. After that, I could study in peace.

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 she didn't dare take off my pants then. Instead, she would put her hand inside and touch me, 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.

This is my true experience, and I've always wanted to talk to someone about it. In reality, incest is often just a momentary coincidence and impulse, and there are no lasting consequences or romantic feelings involved. Also, there's a detail: we never yelled "Mom!" during sex. My son would at most moan loudly. We rarely kissed, but we were very open, and we both orgasmed every time.

Since my mother voluntarily masturbated me, we gradually got used to it. The most obvious change was that I no longer felt uneasy, and I would naturally find opportunities to do it with her when the time came.

I think I should introduce my mother. She was probably 37 or 38 years old at the time and was a middle school music teacher. Looking back now, I think my mother must have been beautiful (I was too young then to appreciate women). She had very good skin, very fair and full-figured, and a graceful figure (typical of a southerner).

From my first to 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 enjoys touching my genitals because she's always very serious, not just going through the motions. And later, after we got used to each other, she started controlling the pace of my orgasm. Sometimes when no one was home, she would help 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 at the time, I fantasized that I would choose my mom without hesitation when it came to sex. Back then, I thought my mom's voluptuous figure aroused my desire. Now I think it was probably because she was sexy. I also started to understand women.

At first, my mother wouldn't let me touch her. I was okay with it and let her do whatever she wanted. But later, as my fantasies about women intensified, I started to get physical. Most of the time, I would touch her full breasts through her clothes, and she didn't object. Later, when she got excited, I could even put my hand inside her pants and touch her genitals. That was when I was most interested in her. Her lower abdomen was very smooth and soft, and her lower abdomen was plump. The hair made a rustling sound when I touched it. I wanted to see what she was doing there, but she wouldn't allow it.

Later, when summer came and she started wearing skirts, it became easier for me to touch her down there. I also learned that her most sensitive spot was down there. Sometimes when she touched me, I would make my mother feel very comfortable, making her pant heavily. Once, she was so touched by me that she went limp on the edge of the bed, getting a big wet patch, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

But even as the exams approached, she still wouldn't let me see her naked. Once, when we were together, I got aroused when she touched me, and I grabbed her breasts tightly. She cried out. I sat up and hugged her, trying to take off her skirt. Her face turned red. Finally, she agreed to wait until after the exams and during the holidays. Then she coaxed me to lie down and carefully masturbated me. That day was incredibly pleasurable; it seemed like she was using both hands simultaneously. I ejaculated a lot, and it even got all over her face.

Because I didn't have any psychological burden, and I hoped that doing well on the exams would bring more rewards, I really worked hard, and the exam results were pretty good. Finally, one day during summer vacation, when no one was home, she agreed to let me see her naked body.

It was evening; I was reading in my room when she came in, wearing a short nightgown. Seeing her bare, white thighs aroused me. I asked her to masturbate me, and I reached my hand inside her vagina. Ah, she wasn't wearing underwear! I touched her genitals vigorously. I could feel that she was already wet, very wet. I was excited too. Since no one was home, my father wasn't there, so I was very unrestrained. I got up and pushed my mother down onto the desk. She struggled and asked me what I was doing. I said I wanted to see her body, and she actually agreed. Then we quickly took off our clothes. Not like in the movies where you undress while being intimate, but she had me turn my back to her, and she sat on the desk and undressed herself. I also stripped naked.

That day she was very uninhibited, not refusing my hugs and caresses. I still remember her smooth, soft, and elastic body. She was still in good shape, a little plump, but not bloated. Her two full breasts stood upright, slightly sagging, and very sensitive.

Her lower abdomen was still flat, and her lower body was full and covered in thick, dark hair. Naturally, my hand lingered there the most. I kept stroking and teasing her genitals. She reacted intensely, even bending over and writhing on the desk. Her legs, hanging over the edge of the desk, were also bent and opening and closing repeatedly, but she still wouldn't allow my penis to enter. Although I was already impatient, I touched her breasts with both hands, my penis pressing against her soft, moist genitals, wanting to go inside her. But she stubbornly breathed heavily and used her knees to push me away.

We had to compromise. She turned and lay face down on the desk, and I lay on top of her smooth, naked body. She clamped my penis between her legs. Compared to younger girls, her labia were much fuller, and the pleasure they gave me was unparalleled. I rubbed my penis between her labia and then ejaculated on her. Although we didn't have sex, we were very close.

I had wanted her to give me oral sex, but she refused at the time. As for sex, that was a later thing.

Sometimes reminiscing is painful, but thinking about it can also get exciting. I don't know what incestuous relationships between mothers and sons are like, but I think the idea that mother-son sex is just about penetration is nonsense. A real mother and son have a deep understanding and are more easily aroused, experiencing greater pleasure. However, my mother wasn't initially accepting of unconventional methods like oral sex; that happened after we had real sex.

This is definitely a true story; I haven't embellished it.

Looking back, my mother was a very open-minded woman and loved beauty. This is rare for her age. She was on the basketball team in college and was even selected for pilot tests, but her family background prevented her from pursuing it. When I was in middle school, my mother would go to do the group dance that was very popular at the time every morning. We would also often play badminton when we had free time. That's probably why her body attracted me. There were very few cosmetics back then, but my mother had a lot and used them every day. Women who love beauty probably have strong desires. Actually, after I became familiar with my mother's naked body, I liked her the most when she wore a skirt, especially when she was exercising. I would always get excited when I saw her, and I would inevitably harass and kiss her. It almost became a habit.

In my opinion, incest isn't a big deal. It happens accidentally, driven mostly by desire, and it's always consensual. Sometimes it lasts a long time and feels natural. That's how it was with my mother. We acted very normally at home, as if nothing had happened, without any psychological burden. When we were intimate, we were wild, going from the living room to the kitchen, from the bedroom to the bathroom, doing whatever was stimulating. I guess the thrill of mother-son incest lies in the explicit sexual contact.

We did this with our unique way of having sex for a long time, about a year. When I rubbed my hand and penis between her legs, she also experienced great pleasure and would moan loudly. Sometimes she would masturbate, touching her breasts or genitals while stroking my penis, but she wouldn't let me see her touching herself. She would always do it with her side facing me, and even if she was making wet noises and moaning, I could only enjoy myself.

Later, I got into university, a 24-hour journey from home. When I received my acceptance letter, my whole family was overjoyed, including her. She was very indulgent towards me, and would do it for me whenever she had the chance. She would wash me naked in the bathroom and let me sexually harass her on the bus (like a hooligan).

After I went to school, I suddenly had no outlet for my pent-up emotions. It was really tough at the time. I didn't dare mention it in the letter, so I just had to endure it. Later, I got a girlfriend, and naturally, I was quite experienced. After three dates, I caressed her until she was panting heavily. She was a local girl. Later, we secretly went to her house and tried to have sex, but it wasn't very enjoyable because her vagina was too tight. We had to wear a condom, and it wasn't lubricated enough. I had to give her oral sex like in porn movies before I could penetrate her. We did it a few times, but we didn't have many opportunities because there wasn't enough space.

Later, my mother took the opportunity to visit me at school. It was almost the end of the year, and that girl happened to come to see me. My mother was very perceptive and noticed our relationship. That evening, I silently escorted my mother back to her hotel. We sat there chatting, and the topic of that girl came up. My mother asked me if we had slept together, and I admitted it. She was very curious and asked us how we did it, whether we used contraception, etc. As we talked, I became excited and told her... I had given that girl oral sex before, and I also wanted to kiss her there. She blushed and refused, but since we were already embracing, I let her fall onto the bed. I was quite bold then, and since we were in a hotel, I didn't have to worry about anyone coming, so I was very unrestrained and directly unbuttoned her clothes and pants. When I kissed her lower abdomen, my mother gave up resisting; I think she wanted to enjoy it too.

That was the first time I had seen my mother's private parts up close. She was so beautiful there, much more beautiful than that girl; it was mature feminine beauty. A plump mons pubis covered in curly black hair, full and swollen labia majora and soft, slender labia minora, already moist and glistening with moisture, slightly parted, much like a freshly pulled abalone. This is where I came from twenty years ago?!

I was aroused; it stirred a desire to conquer, hoping she would soon reach climax. As I pried open her freshly swollen abalone with both hands, and slid my tongue over the moist inside, brushing against the wet glistening vulva, her body arched upwards sharply, gripping my hands tightly, and she softly cried out, "Oh my god... oh my god..." She immediately became wet there, her love juice flowing from between her legs, ah! So lewd. The sight was

breathtaking! I had never seen my mother so distraught. It was the first time I had given her oral sex. She was very cooperative. I held her two white thighs wide open with my hands, and my tongue swirled between her legs, pressing against her clitoris and labia. Under my licking, my mother's body arched up like bridges, and from time to time, it trembled like a shrimp. She was moaning and groaning.

I was soon naked, and I climbed on top of her, naturally wanting to enter her. This time she didn't resist; she even welcomed me. She opened her two white thighs, grasped my penis, which was as hard as an iron rod, and guided it to her flower-like vulva. I knelt beneath her, holding her knees with my hands, and entered her naturally. When I entered, she let out a soft "Ah!" I went in all the way, my lower abdomen hitting her plump mound. I looked down at the place where our bodies were joined; our juncture was already sticky and wet, with constant squelching sounds. That naked, lewd scene is still vivid in my memory.

I began to thrust. Her body was beautiful. By then, I had learned to appreciate a woman's body. Although her breasts weren't as firm as a young girl's, they were full, plump, and smooth. Her areolas were round and dark, and her nipples were also a deep color, already enlarged, and very sensitive to caresses and kisses. Now, her breasts swayed back and forth in small circles with my thrusting.

My mother's beauty also lay in her buttocks—not sagging, round, sexy, and quite large. I knelt beneath them, feeling their soft touch. Her lower abdomen was also beautiful; it was slightly protruding yet exceptionally soft, and the thin layer of flesh on top swayed with my thrusting.

The first time I entered her, it felt like I was ascending to heaven. Her insides weren't too tight (actually, being too tight isn't comfortable), but they were just the right amount of softness and wetness. I had only moved about ten times when I used a little more force, and she let out a loud moan (at first, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, without making a sound!). I felt her body contract slightly, as if a gentle little hand had grasped my penis, and I suddenly felt like I was going to ejaculate.

I tried to hold back, but I couldn't last long and ejaculated violently. I pressed my hard penis against her vulva, feeling it pounding against her vaginal walls. Hot semen gushed out with the force of the movements, feeling as if it filled her entire body. That intercourse was so short, lasting only a few minutes. It was my first time, and I was probably too excited. I pulled out and looked at her vulva; a white fluid was slowly flowing out. I guess it was a mixture of my semen and her vaginal fluid.

My mother was clearly not completely satisfied, but she comforted me with her experience. After lying down for a while, I got hard again. This time I was very focused, and penetration was still smooth. I remember I was on top of my mother, holding her two full, soft breasts in my hands. My mother spread her legs, and the previous love juice and semen were still very lubricating. I thrust in all the way in. As soon as I was inside, she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. That's when I knew the difference between a woman and a girl. My mother would gently hug my back, unlike my girlfriend, who would just let me fuck her like a dead person.

And she would naturally cooperate with my movements. She's tall (168cm), so our bodies were very harmonious when we were together. When I thrust, she would move her body to meet my movements. When she was aroused, she would moan softly, starting softly and gradually getting louder, and her body movements would become more exaggerated, and she would undulate her body with great passion.

It was probably in a hotel, where we didn't have to worry about my father's arrival, so we were both very relaxed. We did it for a long time that time and enjoyed ourselves very much. Later, I remembered what I had read in a book about nine shallow and one deep penetration techniques, so I tried it. Sure enough, she orgasmed twice. I still held her down tightly and ejaculated inside her. We both felt incredibly good.

The next day after class, I went to see her again. Since she left on the third day, we made love to our hearts' content. We didn't need condoms with her, so it was very enjoyable. I also gave her oral sex. I don't remember the specific details very clearly, but I remember holding her buttocks and licking her genitals, making her scream "Oh my god, oh my god!" for a long time. But she also gave me oral sex that day. Although she had no experience, I know my mother had never been with other men and didn't know many things, but that day she seemed to have a natural talent. Because I did it to her first, she had many orgasms. Later, she had me lie down and used her mouth to suck on my most sensitive part. She knew where my most sensitive spot was, but at first it hurt a bit because she was too rough. Later she got the hang of it and kept sucking on my part. I couldn't control myself and ejaculated in her mouth. After I got hard again, I pinned her down on the bed and we made love for a long time.

That was the wildest night of my life. Looking back now, I think the environment at the time played a big role, and maybe my mother secretly hoped to surpass that girl? That's why she let herself go, but anyway, we really started.

In the next few years, we would often be like that. This kind of sex was partly to vent, because when we were together, we were very open-minded and very involved, so we were partly enjoying it. Women are especially eager for sex. We definitely have no love element in it. I know this, but in those few years, we did try a lot of craziness. Under her guidance, we also tried various sexual positions. I later I became obsessed with the doggy style. When I knelt behind her ass, holding her round ass and pumping her hard behind her, her whole body was shaking comfortably. At this time, I would reach out my hands and tightly hold the two big breasts hanging down like papayas from her chest. When my lower part speeds up and twitches hard against her lower part, she will usually reach climax quickly at this time.

When we were together, we usually didn't talk about my father or love. My communication with my mother was mostly physical, at most discussing whether we were comfortable with each other.

I never asked her why she slept with me back then; I now think it was mostly coincidence. And I understand now that my mother was a woman with sexual fantasies, but in her time, these were difficult to realize. My sexual needs were equally strong, but I couldn't freely seek out women at that time. My relationship with my mother filled that void. A mature, sexually active woman and a young, healthy man, with plenty of time alone together, without arousing suspicion.

Of course, I don't deny the immense pleasure that the taboo of incest brought me, so my relationship with my mother lasted for many years. During this time, we mainly had sex during holidays and tried various methods (excluding the perverted ones). Our family atmosphere was always very good, perhaps it was just enjoyment.

I often think back to some scenes from that time, especially some unforgettable ones, very clearly. It was during my first summer vacation in college. My girlfriend and I had already broken up. To be honest, at that time, I often thought about the pleasure of having sex with my mother, and I even lost interest in masturbation. Plus, my girlfriend had given up, so my desire was especially unbearable.

I had been eagerly anticipating the holiday and rushed home, but at first I didn't have many opportunities because the secondary school my mother taught at hadn't started its holiday yet, and sometimes there were students from after-school tutoring classes at home besides my father. Those few days were really tough, and I could only wander around outside every day. I did sneak around to my mother twice, but it wasn't enough, it was all done secretly.

One day, about a week into the holiday, my father was taking a shower in the bathroom while I was reading in my room. My mother came in, and I became uncontrollably excited. She casually sat on my bed, and I wanted to caress her body. But she seemed a little worried, afraid that I would mess up her clothes and hair and she wouldn't be able to explain it. So I took her hand and placed it on my genitals, and my mother started massaging me. I was very excited, so I pulled down my pants. She was a little nervous but still accepted it. She covered me with the blanket, and I asked her to use her mouth. She asked me if all boys liked this, and I said yes. She smiled, then told me not to make a sound, wiped herself with a towel, and started giving me oral sex.

Her technique seemed much more refined than the first time. The first time, her mouth was too small, and her teeth grinding against me hurt a bit. I told her that then, so this time my mother opened her mouth very wide. She knows my body very well and knows where my penis is most sensitive. She enveloped that spot with her tongue, and I felt very good at that moment, almost crying out, but I didn't dare, afraid that my father would hear. I was very nervous.

My mother was quick, and kept taking my hands off her body, as if urging me to hurry up. I kept saying "tongue, tongue," and she understood, moving very forcefully. I didn't dare to hold back. When I was about to ejaculate, my mother tried to move her head away (she wanted to help me with her hand at the last minute, or let me ejaculate inside her), but this time I didn't let her. I held her with my hand, and she knew what I was thinking, so she didn't move away, but sucked hard. In just a few minutes, I ejaculated into my mother's mouth. I still remember that she spat into a towel and then told me to quickly tidy my clothes. She washed the towel in the kitchen (because my father was taking a shower in the bathroom).

We didn't see each other for a few days after that night, and I was naturally burning with desire. Then my mother had a holiday, and my father was about to go to Germany for a business trip. I knew my chance was coming soon. During the days my father was getting his passport, I was almost restless. The night before my father left, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep, fantasizing about how crazy we would be the next day. So much so that I secretly went to their bedroom door in the middle of the night to eavesdrop on whether they were making love. I heard my mother laughing and whispering, but I couldn't understand the specifics.

I finally drifted off to sleep, probably because I slept too late the night before, so I woke up very late the next day. It was already noon, and my mother had already started cooking. Only the two of us were left at home. We had lunch as usual (don't expect my mother to bring it up). I didn't dare to ask my mother to have sex directly. After we finished eating, my mother went to wash the dishes. She was wearing what looked like a yellow sweater and dark jeans. When I saw my mother's back, I couldn't control my impulse anymore. I went up and hugged her from behind, put one hand under her chest and grabbed one of her full and soft breasts, and put the other hand directly under her waistband and grabbed her fuzzy thing, pounding it hard.

My mother didn't want to at first, but after a few strokes, her breathing became rapid, and I felt her immediately become wet. She paused for a moment, then whispered that she would wait until I finished washing the dishes. I felt like I had received a royal decree, and even helped with the chores. We finished quickly, and my mother led me into the bedroom. We didn't say anything at the time, but instead started undressing each other. We were so thirsty!

My mother refused my kisses, but she welcomed my hands. We were immediately naked. I remember one detail: my mother threw her clothes all over the floor like in the movies.

We kissed each other's sensitive areas, then I grasped her two white thighs with both hands, spreading them wide open, and entered her body in the traditional way. Then we began to make love intensely. Her whole body trembled with my thrusts, especially her full breasts, which shook violently. Her body was slippery and warm inside. Perhaps I was too excited; I lifted her two white legs onto my shoulders, then folded them over her erect breasts, and thrust hard. Mom cried out loudly. The first time didn't last long, but it was enough for Mom to reach orgasm; she seemed very satisfied.

Later, we lay down for a while, and my desire returned. It got hard again, and we started caressing and kissing, but Mom made me lie down. She began to gently kiss my body, then gave me oral sex, and then straddled me. My most sensitive part plunged into her warm, moist place, and I felt like I was in heaven. At that moment, I truly understood what technique meant. My girlfriend had tried this position at my request, but it was stiff and even painful, making me think it wasn't right.

But Mom was completely different. Her movements were gentle but comfortable, and she held my chest with both hands. Her soft, fleshy mounds and fine black hair gently pressed against my lower abdomen. Her body leaned slightly forward, allowing me to caress her breasts, which swayed gently as they drooped. She controlled the rhythm of my thrusts, even asking if that was the right way to move, showing great tenderness. I remember my mother asking me how it felt compared to that girl, and I said I liked being inside her.

She was excited, and her movements gradually quickened. Her breasts swayed heavily, bouncing in my palms. I gripped them tightly, and when I looked up at the point where our bodies met, I saw that incredibly lewd sight again. Her milky white love juice was already flowing down my erect penis, sticking to her crotch and my lower abdomen. The squelching sound of the love juice wasn't drowned out by her heavy moans; instead, it sounded particularly crisp and melodious.

She tried to push me to my limit, but she reached orgasm first. As I violently ejaculated inside her, she collapsed onto me, limp as a rag doll. I held her tightly, unwilling to pull out. After a while, my penis became hard again inside her, and she regained her strength. We continued to make love again, this time for a long time. My mother seemed to be enjoying it, or perhaps finding it amusing. She gently leaned down and hugged me, swaying slowly, allowing me to enjoy it for a long time. Only then did I hold her body tightly and thrust heavily into her. We reached orgasm together. As my penis pounded against her flesh again, spewing my essence, her orgasm was accompanied by louder cries of "Ah! Ah!" as if she wanted to swallow me whole...

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. After dinner, it was late, so we slept there.

Back then, Shanghai was full of old houses called Shikumen, which had attics. The houses were very 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 think of me as a man at that time. Actually, I was already masturbating at that time, and I did it every day, but my mother was there, so I didn't dare to. I just fell asleep in a daze.

Maybe because I hadn't released my pent-up desires, I started having sexual dreams that night. I dreamt that I was hugging a woman, and it was my mother (I think everyone has had this experience). Actually, I was half-asleep and half-awake, and I was even pulling the woman's hand towards my genitals. (I didn't have this experience at the time; I saw this scene in a semi-erotic novel, so I always fantasized about a woman touching me. At that time, I didn't have any concept of sex, and this was the most exciting thing.) I

ejaculated immediately after finishing the first word, and I woke up suddenly. I found myself hugging my mother, and my hand was grabbing my mother's breast. I was extremely embarrassed at the time, and I was afraid that my mother would scold me, but she didn't say anything. I guess it was because the house was small and she was afraid that someone would hear.

She whispered for me to take off my pants, knowing I was all wet and sticky. So I did, revealing my already limp penis. She asked if this was my first time, and I was too embarrassed to say I'd been like this before, so I said yes. She then used my underwear to wipe me down there. I 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, maybe because she was so kind and indulgent. I grabbed her hands and wouldn't let her take them away, just rubbing my penis like that. I was stronger than my mother at that point.

She struggled a couple of times but couldn't move anymore. She just muttered a few words softly because the bed creaked when I exerted myself. She told me not to move, which was her way of agreeing. I felt really excited at that moment, especially with my own mother. She put my long underwear under me and then moved her hand back and forth on my penis. She even asked me if that was how I was moving. Although she wasn't very skilled, I was already enjoying it.

I became increasingly excited and started touching her body, but she wouldn't let me. I could only move my hands on her chest and lower abdomen. Later, my right hand slipped inside her pants and down to her genitals. I remember clearly that she was also somewhat excited at that time; her breathing became heavier. And when I was about to ejaculate, my hand moved very quickly down there, and her hand movements were also very fast, as if she was going all out. I ejaculated a lot, even getting some on her face. After I finished, she even helped me wipe it off. This time, I didn't get an erection and was a little tired, so I actually fell asleep.

But I woke up again in the early morning, and remembering last night, I couldn't help but feel aroused again. My mother was still asleep, so I touched her, becoming quite bold. I put one hand under her breast and grabbed her right breast, feeling the soft flesh beneath my touch; I slipped my other hand inside her panties, touching a handful of soft, fine hair. 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 felt like I was about to burst with desire. She also helped me with her hand, her fingers rubbing my penis. We caressed each other's bodies. Her breasts were full and soft, and her pubic hair was thick and wet; my hand was covered in moisture.

At that time, I only vaguely understood what was happening. My hands were just moving around randomly, touching her lower body. When I touched her sensitive spots, her body would tremble. This time, her hands were moving slowly, and I enjoyed the rubbing. I boldly pulled her pants up to her knees, hugged her from behind, and tried to spread her legs apart. I covered her genitals with one hand, instinctively wanting to get closer to her and enter her, but she resolutely refused. So I pressed my penis against the soft, moist area between her legs, letting my mother do as she pleased. Her body twisted, and that area was soft and wet. I pressed my penis against her there and ejaculated a lot inside her, leaving her covered in cum.

That day, we got up very early (to change clothes), ate 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 would be distracted for a long time afterward, but it didn't happen again until school started. I still kept thinking about it, feeling nervous, excited, and ashamed all at once.

Because I kept thinking about it, I was also distracted in class, and I would secretly masturbate while studying at home, which caused my grades to drop. Then one day, my mother found me masturbating while reading and asked me why I kept doing it, and whether my poor grades were related to it. I said yes, and she left without saying anything until a few days later when my father went on a business trip.

After dinner, I was about to go to study. My room has a lock, and I often lock the door to masturbate. That day, I didn't lock the door, and she came into my room. She asked if I still did it often. 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. Later, she had me lie on the bed, pulled down my pants, and masturbated me. I ejaculated all over her face, which felt incredibly good. Strangely enough, her open attitude probably reduced my psychological burden. After that, I could study in peace.

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 she didn't dare take off my pants then. Instead, she would put her hand inside and touch me, 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.

This is my true experience, and I've always wanted to talk to someone about it. In reality, incest is often just a momentary coincidence and impulse, and there are no lasting consequences or romantic feelings involved. Also, there's a detail: we never yelled "Mom!" during sex. My son would at most moan loudly. We rarely kissed, but we were very open, and we both orgasmed every time.

Since my mother voluntarily masturbated me, we gradually got used to it. The most obvious change was that I no longer felt uneasy, and I would naturally find opportunities to do it with her when the time came.

I think I should introduce my mother. She was probably 37 or 38 years old at the time and was a middle school music teacher. Looking back now, I think my mother must have been beautiful (I was too young then to appreciate women). She had very good skin, very fair and full-figured, and a graceful figure (typical of a southerner).

From my first to 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 enjoys touching my genitals because she's always very serious, not just going through the motions. And later, after we got used to each other, she started controlling the pace of my orgasm. Sometimes when no one was home, she would help 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 at the time, I fantasized that I would choose my mom without hesitation when it came to sex. Back then, I thought my mom's voluptuous figure aroused my desire. Now I think it was probably because she was sexy. I also started to understand women.

At first, my mother wouldn't let me touch her. I was okay with it and let her do whatever she wanted. But later, as my fantasies about women intensified, I started to get physical. Most of the time, I would touch her full breasts through her clothes, and she didn't object. Later, when she got excited, I could even put my hand inside her pants and touch her genitals. That was when I was most interested in her. Her lower abdomen was very smooth and soft, and her lower abdomen was plump. The hair made a rustling sound when I touched it. I wanted to see what she was doing there, but she wouldn't allow it.

Later, when summer came and she started wearing skirts, it became easier for me to touch her down there. I also learned that her most sensitive spot was down there. Sometimes when she was touching me, I would make my mother feel very good, making her pant heavily. Once, she even collapsed on the edge of the bed from my touch, getting a big wet patch, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

But even when the exams were approaching, she still wouldn't let me see. One time when we were together, I was also very aroused when she caressed me, and I grabbed her breasts very tightly. She cried out, and I sat up and hugged her, trying to take off her skirt. Her face turned red, and she finally agreed to wait until after the exams and during the holidays. Then she coaxed me to lie down and carefully masturbated me. That day was incredibly pleasurable. It seemed like she was using both hands at the same time, and I ejaculated a lot, even getting it all over her face.

Because I had no psychological burden and hoped that doing well on the exam would bring more rewards, I really worked hard, and the exam results were pretty good. Finally, one day during summer vacation, when no one was home, she agreed to let me see her naked body.

It was evening, and I was reading in my room when she came in, wearing a short nightgown. I saw her bare, white thighs and became aroused. I asked her to masturbate me, and I also put my hand inside her vagina. Ah, she wasn't wearing underwear! I touched her genitals vigorously. I could feel that she was already wet down there, very wet. I was excited too. Since no one was home, my father wasn't there, so I was very unrestrained. I got up and pushed my mother down onto the desk. She struggled and asked me what I was doing. I said I wanted to see her body, and she actually agreed. Then we quickly took off our clothes. Not like in the movies where you undress while being intimate, but she made me turn my back, and she sat on the desk and undressed herself. I also took off all my clothes.

That day she was very uninhibited, not refusing my hugs and caresses. I still remember her smooth, soft, and elastic body. She was still in good shape, a little plump, but not bloated. Her two full breasts stood upright, slightly sagging, and very sensitive.

Her lower abdomen was still flat, and her lower body was full and covered in thick, dark hair. Naturally, my hand lingered there the most. I kept stroking and teasing her genitals. She reacted intensely, even bending over and writhing on the desk. Her legs, hanging over the edge of the desk, were also bent and opening and closing repeatedly, but she still wouldn't allow my penis to enter. Although I was already impatient, I touched her breasts with both hands, my penis pressing against her soft, moist genitals, wanting to go inside her. But she stubbornly breathed heavily and used her knees to push me away.

We had to compromise. She turned and lay face down on the desk, and I lay on top of her smooth, naked body. She clamped my penis between her legs. Compared to younger girls, her labia were much fuller, and the pleasure they gave me was unparalleled. I rubbed my penis between her labia and then ejaculated on her. Although we didn't have sex, we were very close.

I had wanted her to give me oral sex, but she refused at the time. As for sex, that was a later thing.

Sometimes the memories are painful, but thinking about them can also get exciting. I don't know what incestuous relationships between mothers and sons are like, but I think the idea that mother-son sex is just about penetration is nonsense. A real mother and son have a deep understanding and are more easily aroused, experiencing greater pleasure. However, my mother wasn't initially very accepting of unconventional methods like oral sex; that came after we had actual sexual intercourse.

This is absolutely true; I haven't embellished anything.

Looking back, my mother was a very open-minded woman and loved beauty. This was rare for her age group. She was on the basketball team in college and was even selected for pilot tests, but her family background wasn't good enough, so she gave up. When I was in middle school, my mother would go to do the group dance that was popular at the time every morning. We also often played badminton when we had free time. That's probably why her body attracted me. Cosmetics were scarce back then, but my mother had a lot and used them every day. A woman who loves beauty probably has a strong desire for it. Actually, after becoming familiar with my mother's naked body, I still liked her the most when she wore a skirt, especially when she was exercising. Seeing her would always excite me, and I couldn't help but harass and kiss her. It almost became a habit.

In my opinion, incest isn't a big deal. It happens accidentally, driven mostly by desire, and it's always consensual. Sometimes it lasts a long time and feels natural. That's how it was with my mother. We acted very normally at home, as if nothing had happened, without any psychological burden. When we were intimate, we were wild, going from the living room to the kitchen, from the bedroom to the bathroom, doing whatever was stimulating. I guess the thrill of mother-son incest lies in the explicit sexual contact.

We did this with our unique way of having sex for a long time, about a year. When I rubbed my hand and penis between her legs, she also experienced great pleasure and would moan loudly. Sometimes she would masturbate, touching her breasts or genitals while stroking my penis, but she wouldn't let me see her touching herself. She would always do it with her side facing me, and even if she was making wet noises and moaning, I could only enjoy myself.

Later, I got into university, a 24-hour journey from home. When I received my acceptance letter, my whole family was overjoyed, including her. She was very indulgent towards me, and would do it for me whenever she had the chance. She would wash me naked in the bathroom and let me sexually harass her on the bus (like a hooligan).

After I went to school, I suddenly had no outlet for my pent-up emotions. It was really tough at the time. I didn't dare mention it in the letter, so I just had to endure it. Later, I got a girlfriend, and naturally, I was quite experienced. After three dates, I caressed her until she was panting heavily. She was a local girl. Later, we secretly went to her house and tried to have sex, but it wasn't very enjoyable because her vagina was too tight. We had to wear a condom, and it wasn't lubricated enough. I had to give her oral sex like in porn movies before I could penetrate her. We did it a few times, but we didn't have many opportunities because there wasn't enough space.

Later, my mother took the opportunity to visit me at school. It was almost the end of the year, and that girl happened to come to see me. My mother was very perceptive and noticed our relationship. That evening, I silently escorted my mother back to her hotel. We sat there chatting, and the topic of that girl came up. My mother asked me if we had slept together, and I admitted it. She was very curious and asked us how we did it, whether we used contraception, etc. As we talked, I became excited and told her... I had given that girl oral sex before, and I also wanted to kiss her there. She blushed and refused, but since we were already embracing, I let her fall onto the bed. I was quite bold then, and since we were in a hotel, I didn't have to worry about anyone coming, so I was very unrestrained and directly unbuttoned her clothes and pants. When I kissed her lower abdomen, my mother gave up resisting; I think she wanted to enjoy it too.

That was the first time I had seen my mother's private parts up close. She was so beautiful there, much more beautiful than that girl; it was mature feminine beauty. A plump mons pubis covered in curly black hair, full and swollen labia majora and soft, slender labia minora, already moist and glistening with moisture, slightly parted, much like a freshly pulled abalone. This is where I came from twenty years ago?!

I was aroused; it stirred a desire to conquer, hoping she would soon reach climax. As I pried open her freshly swollen vulva with both hands, and slid my tongue over the moist inside, brushing against the wet clitoris, her body arched upwards suddenly. She gripped my hands tightly, and softly cried out, "Oh my god... oh my god..." She immediately became wet, her juices flowing from between her legs. Ah! Such a lewd sight! I had never seen my mother so out of control.

That was the first time I gave my mother oral sex. She cooperated fully. I held her two white thighs wide open with both hands, my tongue constantly... Between her legs, I licked and rubbed against her clitoris and labia. My mother's body arched repeatedly under my caresses, like bridges, and occasionally trembled like a shrimp, moaning softly.

I quickly became naked and climbed on top of her, naturally wanting to enter her. This time she didn't resist; in fact, she welcomed me. She opened her two white thighs, grasped my hard, iron-like penis, and guided it to her blooming flower-like vulva. I knelt beneath her, holding her knees, and naturally entered... As I entered, she let out a soft "Ah!" as I went in all the way, my lower abdomen hitting her plump mound. I looked down at the point where our bodies were joined; it was already sticky and wet, with constant squelching sounds. That naked, lewd scene is still vivid in my memory.

I began to thrust. Her body was beautiful. By then, I could appreciate a woman's body. Although her breasts weren't as firm as a girl's, they were full, plump, and smooth, with round, deep areolas. Her breasts were a deep color, and her nipples were also a deep color, already swollen, and very sensitive to caresses and kisses. Now, her two breasts swayed back and forth in small circles with my thrusting movements.

My mother's beauty also lay in her buttocks; they weren't sagging, but smooth, sexy, and quite large. I knelt beneath them, feeling their soft touch. Her lower abdomen was also beautiful, slightly protruding yet exceptionally soft, the thin layer of flesh on top swaying with my thrusting.

The first time I entered her, it felt like ascending to heaven; her insides weren't like that... It was tight (actually, too tight isn't comfortable) but just the right amount of softness and wetness. I had only moved about ten times when I used a little more force, and she let out a loud groan (at first she kept her eyes closed and clenched her teeth, without making a sound!). I felt her body contract slightly, as if a gentle little hand had grasped my penis, and I suddenly felt like I was going to ejaculate.

I tried to hold back, but I couldn't hold on for long and ejaculated violently. I pressed hard against her mons pubis, feeling my hard penis pounding violently inside her body. Her vaginal walls, hot semen gushing out with the vigorous movements, felt as if it filled her entire body. That intercourse was so short, lasting only a few minutes. It was my first time, and I was probably too excited. I pulled out, and looking at her genitals, a white fluid was slowly flowing out. I guessed it was a mixture of my semen and her vaginal fluid.

My mother was clearly not completely satisfied, but she comforted me with her experience. We lay there for a while, and then I got hard again. This time I was very focused, and penetration was still smooth. I remember that time I... I pressed myself against my mother, grasping her two full, soft breasts with both hands. My mother spread her legs; the previous love juice and semen were still very lubricating. I thrust in all the way in. Once inside, she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. That's when I understood the difference between a woman and a girl. My mother would gently embrace my back, unlike my girlfriend, who would just let me fuck her like a dead person.

And she would naturally cooperate with my movements. She was tall (168cm), so our bodies were very harmonious when we were together. As I thrust, she… She would move her body to meet my movements, and when she was aroused, she would moan softly. At first, it was soft, but it gradually grew louder, and her body movements became more pronounced, with her body rising and falling with great passion.

It was probably in a hotel, where we didn't have to worry about my father's arrival, so we were both very relaxed. We did it for a long time that time and enjoyed ourselves very much. Later, I remembered what I had read in a book about nine shallow and one deep thrusts, so I tried it out. Sure enough, she orgasmed twice. I then pressed my penis tightly against her lower body and ejaculated inside her. We both felt incredibly good.

The next day after class, I went to see her again. Since she left on the third day, we made love to our hearts' content. We didn't need condoms with her, so it was very enjoyable. I also gave her oral sex. I don't remember the specific details very clearly, but I remember holding her buttocks and licking her genitals, making her scream "Oh my god, oh my god!" for a long time. But she also gave me oral sex that day. Although she had no experience, I know my mother had never been with other men and didn't know many things, but that day she seemed to have a natural talent. Because I did it to her first, she had many orgasms. Later, she had me lie down and used her mouth to suck on my most sensitive part. She knew where my most sensitive spot was, but at first it hurt a bit because she was too rough. Later she got the hang of it and kept sucking on my part. I couldn't control myself and ejaculated in her mouth. After I got hard again, I pinned her down on the bed and we made love for a long time.

That was the wildest night of my life. Looking back now, I think the environment at the time played a big role, and maybe my mother secretly hoped to surpass that girl? That's why she let herself go, but anyway, we really started.

In the next few years, we would often be like that. This kind of sex was partly to vent, because when we were together, we were very open-minded and very involved, so we were partly enjoying it. Women are especially eager for sex. We definitely have no love element in it. I know this, but in those few years, we did try a lot of craziness. Under her guidance, we also tried various sexual positions. I later I became obsessed with the doggy style. When I knelt behind her ass, holding her round ass and pumping her hard behind her, her whole body was shaking comfortably. At this time, I would reach out my hands and tightly hold the two big breasts hanging down like papayas from her chest. When my lower part speeds up and twitches hard against her lower part, she will usually reach climax quickly at this time.

When we were together, we usually didn't talk about my father or love. My communication with my mother was mostly physical, at most discussing whether we were comfortable with each other.

I never asked her why she slept with me back then; I now think it was mostly coincidence. And I understand now that my mother was a woman with sexual fantasies, but in her time, these were difficult to realize. My sexual needs were equally strong, but I couldn't freely seek out women at that time. My relationship with my mother filled that void. A mature, sexually active woman and a young, healthy man, with plenty of time alone together, without arousing suspicion.

Of course, I don't deny the immense pleasure that the taboo of incest brought me, so my relationship with my mother lasted for many years. During this time, we mainly had sex during holidays and tried various methods (excluding the perverted ones). Our family atmosphere was always very good, perhaps it was just enjoyment.

I often think back to some scenes from that time, especially some unforgettable ones, very clearly. It was during my first summer vacation in college. My girlfriend and I had already broken up. To be honest, at that time, I often thought about the pleasure of having sex with my mother, and I even lost interest in masturbation. Plus, my girlfriend had given up, so my desire was especially unbearable.

I had been eagerly anticipating the holiday and rushed home, but at first I didn't have many opportunities because the secondary school my mother taught at hadn't started its holiday yet, and sometimes there were students from after-school tutoring classes at home besides my father. Those few days were really tough, and I could only wander around outside every day. I did sneak around to my mother twice, but it wasn't enough, it was all done secretly.

One day, about a week into the holiday, my father was taking a shower in the bathroom while I was reading in my room. My mother came in, and I became uncontrollably excited. She casually sat on my bed, and I wanted to caress her body. But she seemed a little worried, afraid that I would mess up her clothes and hair and she wouldn't be able to explain it. So I took her hand and placed it on my genitals, and my mother started massaging me. I was very excited, so I pulled down my pants. She was a little nervous but still accepted it. She covered me with the blanket, and I asked her to use her mouth. She asked me if all boys liked this, and I said yes. She smiled, then told me not to make a sound, wiped herself with a towel, and started giving me oral sex.

Her technique seemed much more refined than the first time. The first time, her mouth was too small, and her teeth grinding against me hurt a bit. I told her that then, so this time my mother opened her mouth very wide. She knows my body very well and knows where my penis is most sensitive. She enveloped that spot with her tongue, and I felt very good at that moment, almost crying out, but I didn't dare, afraid that my father would hear. I was very nervous.

My mother was quick, and kept removing my hands from her body, as if urging me to hurry up. I kept saying "tongue, tongue," and she understood, moving her hands forcefully. I didn't dare to hold back. Just before I was about to ejaculate, my mother tried to move her head away (she wanted to help me with her hand at the last moment, or let me ejaculate inside her), but this time I didn't let her. I held her hand, and she knew what I was thinking, so she didn't move away, but instead sucked hard. I ejaculated into my mother's mouth within minutes. I still remember she vomited into a towel and then told me to quickly tidy my clothes. She washed the towel in the kitchen (because my father was showering in the bathroom).

We didn't see each other for a few days after that night, and naturally, I was burning with desire. Then my mother went on vacation, and my father was preparing to go to Germany for a business trip. I knew my opportunity was coming. During the days my father was getting his passport, I was incredibly restless. Before my father left… That night, I was so excited I couldn't sleep, fantasizing about how crazy we'd be the next day. Out of boredom, I sneaked to their bedroom door in the middle of the night to eavesdrop on their lovemaking. I heard my mother laughing and whispering, but I couldn't make out the details.

I finally drifted off to sleep, but because I'd stayed up so late, I woke up very late the next day. It was already noon, and my mother had started cooking. Only we were left at home. It was lunch as usual (don't expect Mom to bring it up). I didn't dare ask her to have sex directly. After lunch, Mom went to wash the dishes. She was wearing a yellow sweater and dark jeans. Looking at her back, I couldn't control my impulse anymore. I went up and hugged her from behind, reaching one hand to her breasts and grabbing one of her full, soft breasts. With the other hand, I reached into her waistband and grabbed her fuzzy... I pounded hard.

Mom didn't want it at first, but after a few strokes, her breathing became rapid, and I felt her immediately become wet. She paused for a moment, then whispered that she'd wait until I finished washing the dishes. I felt like I'd received a royal decree, and even helped with the chores. We finished quickly, and Mom led me into the bedroom. We didn't say anything; we just started undressing each other. We were so thirsty!

Mom rejected my kisses, but she responded to my hands. I... We were naked immediately. I remember one detail: my mother threw her clothes all over the floor, just like in the movies.

We kissed each other's sensitive areas, then I grabbed her two white thighs and spread them wide open, entering her body in the traditional way. Then we began to have passionate intercourse. Her whole body trembled with my movements, especially her full breasts, which shook violently. Her body was smooth and warm inside. Perhaps I was too excited, but I lifted her two white legs onto my shoulders, then folded them over her firm breasts, thrusting hard. Mom cried out loudly, "Ah, ah!" The first time didn't last long, but it was enough for Mom to reach orgasm; she looked very satisfied.

Later, we lay down for a while, and my desire returned. I was hard again, and we began to caress and kiss. I kissed her, but my mother made me lie down. She began to gently kiss my body, then gave me oral sex, and then straddled me. My most sensitive part plunged into her warmest, wet place, and I felt like I was in heaven. At that moment, I truly understood what technique was. My girlfriend had tried this position at my request, but she was very stiff and it even hurt me, so I thought this position wouldn't work.

My mother, however, was completely different. Her movements were gentle yet comfortable. She held my chest with both hands. Her soft flesh enveloped my most sensitive male area, her plump mounds and soft black hair gently bumping against my lower abdomen. Her body leaned slightly forward, allowing me to caress her breasts, which swayed gently as they drooped, but she controlled the rhythm of my thrusts. She even asked me if this was the right way to move, showing great tenderness. I remember my mother asking me how it felt compared to that girl, and I said I liked being inside my mother.

She was excited, and her movements gradually quickened. Her breasts swayed heavily, bouncing in my palms. I gripped them tightly, and when I looked up at the point where our bodies met, I saw that incredibly lewd sight again. Her milky white love juice was already flowing down my erect penis, sticking to her crotch and my lower abdomen. The squelching sound of the love juice wasn't drowned out by her heavy moans; instead, it sounded particularly crisp and melodious.

She tried to push me to my limit, but she reached orgasm first. As I violently ejaculated inside her, she collapsed onto me, limp as a rag doll. I held her tightly, unwilling to pull out. After a while, my penis hardened again inside her, and she regained her strength. We continued to make love, this time for a long time. My mother seemed to enjoy it, or perhaps find it amusing. She gently leaned down and hugged me, swaying slowly, allowing me to savor the moment for a long time. Only then did I hold her tightly and thrust heavily into her. We reached orgasm together. As my penis pounded against her vaginal walls again, releasing my semen, her orgasm was even louder than before, as if she wanted to swallow me whole…

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My Mother's Story [Its Value Lies in Its Authenticity] A good read; I hope more people will see it.

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