I'll fuck my proud mother into becoming my woman, again and again.

Chapter 1: Hotel Romance - The MP4 player 　　I

was reading on ran out of battery, so I borrowed it from a classmate. It was already the second
semester , and the studies were very intense, with teachers keeping a close eye on things during evening self-study. I secretly
read it carefully in my seat, and suddenly I noticed a novel on the MP4 player called "Snow-White Buttocks" (you all know what I mean;
I was quite fortunate to read such a classic incestuous story as my first novel). When I saw the title, I knew it was definitely
a pornographic novel (who would use that name for a proper novel?). I excitedly clicked on it, and after reading it, my heart
was pounding and my face was burning. First the teacher, then the mother—I suddenly felt very excited. From then on, I paid special attention
to novels about teachers or incest.

After that, I read a lot of incest novels, some good and some bad. The good ones were progressive, with
the mother being conquered step by step. The bad ones were much more interesting; the mothers in those novels were all like sluts, seeing
their sons as men and ready to be taken advantage of. I found it disgusting; it was unbelievable. Mothers
are , and we live in a civilized society now. Everyone has received nine years of compulsory education and
knows right from wrong. What kind of mothers are portrayed in those novels? Getting all horny
just , or spreading their legs for them to ride on? I dare say, if you touched your mother's breasts in real life and then tried
to pull her onto the bed, she'd probably kill you.

That's why I've always despised those kinds of novels. However, I've also read quite a few good novels.
Just like I can't remember the names of bad novels, I don't remember many good ones either, only a few.
One of them is Qin Shou's *The Mirror of Oedipus*. Although it's considered a masterpiece, I don't entirely agree with it. It always feels
unrealistic, and reading it doesn't feel as immersive. But compared to those bad novels, this one
captivated me for a long time. Another novel is called *The Sublimation of Motherly Love*, by an author known as "Incest Maniac."
This novel impressed me the most because I felt it was the most realistic. In the novel, he and his mother were in
a hotel while traveling. The author did a few rather inappropriate things while hugging his mother. Coincidentally, his mother was afraid that others would
hear, so she indulged him. This was the moment when his relationship with his mother took a step forward. What I like most about this
article is the author's perspective on incest. The author says, "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. My mother and I are like that. We're very
normal at home, like nothing's happened, and we don't feel any psychological burden. When we're intimate, we're very passionate,
going from the living room to the kitchen, from the bedroom to the bathroom, doing whatever's stimulating. The thrill of mother-son incest probably
lies in the explicit sexual contact."

This really resonated with me. I think incest happens gradually because a mother can't easily let go of her dignity in
front of
Not every mother can accept going from a role of managing a teenager to one of sleeping with him. In my opinion, maybe only one in 100 mothers would accept this, because
the education they receive from childhood already limits this possibility. And how can a young child possibly have
the cunning to open a mother's heart? After that, I accidentally watched an incest anime, something like "The Lustful Mother,"
about a stepmother who appears very proper in front of her son, but is actually very promiscuous. The stepmother was a very dutiful wife
, devoted to her husband and children, and never did anything out of line. However, her son's sudden appearance in the bathroom shattered this
balance . First, he scrubbed her back, then suggested masturbation, then breast play, and finally demanded oral sex. The mother
righteously refused, but the boy's pitiful act moved her, and she eventually gave him
oral sex. As she did so, a wicked smile appeared on the boy's lips. Seeing this smile,
I suddenly became very interested. I felt that the boy was approaching his mother with an attitude of either humiliation or revenge.
The second half of the anime confirmed this, as the boy gradually made his mother promiscuous, teasing her into actively seeking
sex, and ultimately having sex with her in a superior position. Seeing this, I felt a lot like this boy; both
mothers were prim and proper, both were superior, both had hot bodies, and both were sexy.

I suddenly wondered if I could have sex with my mother? I was already 18 years old at the time, not an ignorant
teenager anymore. I understood about relationships but had never experienced them, so I was very curious. The thought of riding my mother
made my lower abdomen heat up and my heart start pounding. But when I looked up and saw my mother lecturing on the podium,
her stern eyes made me realize how ridiculous and impossible that idea was. At least, my mother
would never even beat me to death the moment I entertained the thought. So, this idea was
killed before it was even born.

And so, I lived my life as a student, studying diligently, sometimes relaxing with novels. My father remained
indifferent , and my mother remained strict. Time passed day by day, and five months flew by. Three days before the college entrance exam,
the school gave everyone a break to allow students to relax and prepare for the exam. My parents
knew , so on the second day of the break, my mother prepared a rather elaborate dinner. The three of us
happily ate around the table. During the meal, my father said he would be going to Shenzhen after my college entrance exam to help his company with its stock listing,
which might take three or four months.

Suddenly, Mom said,

"How about this? After Hongjian (my real name is X Hongjian) finishes his exams, I'll go out with him for a
while . He's been studying so much these past few years, he hasn't had a proper chance to play. Let's take this opportunity to relax."

I was stunned. Why would Mom say something like that? She used to scold me for reading novels, and she'd already torn up several copies of Yilin, Reader's Digest, and Youth
Digest . I glanced at Mom, and she smiled and said, "You're 18 now,
practically an adult. I've been controlling of you before because you were still a student, and the college entrance exam is very important. After the exam, you'll be
a university student , and I can't control you like this anymore. Let's go on a trip together, relax, and let you
enjoy your university life." Dad agreed, and that's how it was decided that Mom and I would go on a trip together after the college entrance exam.
Putting aside unimportant things, after the college entrance exam, my results came out. I did quite well, and the university I applied to was the one
I expected . The whole family was happy the day the acceptance letter arrived, and I was happy too, not because of the trip, but because...
For university. In my mind at the time, university was a carefree pasture, a place where a bunch of puppies
could run wild and do whatever they wanted, without family control or parental nagging. You can imagine
how attractive that was to high school seniors.

The following week was very busy at home, especially for my mother. She had to pack for her business trip
while also packing for us. Everything started normally.

My mother boarded a plane to Shenzhen after we waved goodbye, while my mother and I took the train to DL.
With transportation so convenient now, and since my mother and I were traveling independently, we went wherever we wanted, visiting many places.
We went to DL first, then TS, then BJ, TY—basically, we traveled through a large part
of China . At first, I wasn't very talkative, only talking to my mother. She anticipated this and
told me that this wouldn't work; only those with outgoing personalities and the ability to talk to others could integrate well into the group.
She started to train me to speak, encouraging me to chat with strangers. Gradually, I became less shy and timid. Plus, I
was polite, and while I wouldn't call myself handsome, I had a sunny disposition and always smiled at everyone. I was also tall, so I could chat
with both elders and peers. My mother was happy to see this. We
walked and played, and after almost a month, my mother and I started heading back.

When we reached SY, we lingered there for a long time, partly because it was close to home, and partly
because my university was there. We spent three or four days there, visiting the university.
The spacious campus and the beautiful young women made me even more eager for university life. I had my mother sit
on a stone bench under the shade of a tree while I struck up conversations with the upperclassmen who seemed nice. Thanks to a month of conversation
practice and the fact that there were quite a few graduating students at the university, I quickly struck up a conversation with them.
Within half an hour, these upperclassmen assured me they would keep in touch after the semester started and would show me
around . I was particularly attentive to the pretty upperclassmen, often making them laugh. It was already 5:30 PM when we realized
how late it was. My mom and I quickly said goodbye to them and headed to the hotel we had booked.

My mom was silent as we walked, but I didn't pay much attention. After all, I was tired from walking all day, and
my mind was full of thoughts about university. Suddenly, my mom spoke.

"Hongjian, don't easily start dating girls in university. It will affect your studies. Wait until your
junior or senior year to talk about relationships, understand?" Her tone was very
stern My good mood instantly vanished. I said "oh" and ignored her, sauntering after her
to the hotel, feeling very annoyed. What? I'm in university, why does she still need to tell me what to do? I thought to myself, I shouldn't take her
words to heart; I should have fun in university and not let any suitable girls slip by. Even though
I thought that , my good mood didn't return. When we arrived at the hotel, I felt even more annoyed.

The reason was that the hotel owner, seeing that my mom and I hadn't returned so late, had arbitrarily
let us use both rooms we had booked. This made me very angry. You see, since the start of our trip, my
mom and I have always stayed in separate rooms. My mom doesn't like sharing rooms, and she also wants me to develop
my independence, so she lets me have a room by myself. Everyone knows it's not really necessary, but
it's not a big deal, and I like being alone to avoid my mom's constant nagging. But today's situation
really annoyed us. I argued with the owner, who knew he was in the wrong, but these kinds of small hotels aren't very
reputable . My mom and I had only told the owner and left our luggage there; we hadn't gone through any proper
procedures. So the owner, knowing this, said he could only offer me one room. I was furious and wanted to
argue , but my mom stopped me. She told me to just make do for tonight, since we were going home tomorrow anyway.
Reluctantly, we followed the smiling owner to the room. He apologized, but I didn't care.
When we got to the room, we found that it was indeed empty, but instead of the two single beds we expected
, there was a double bed. I started arguing with him again, but the owner couldn't do anything about it.
He said that this was the only room available in the double room section, and there were no other rooms available. Finally, he relented and offered
to lower the price further. My mother, seeing that it was getting late, almost eight o'clock, stopped my argument and
reluctantly checked in.

After dinner, it was almost nine o'clock. Since my mother goes to bed early at home, she didn't let me watch TV and
went to wash up and prepare for bed. I lay on the bed, feeling very unhappy. When I'm alone, I
always watch TV until very late before going to bed. Sharing a room with my mother is really troublesome. Moreover,
when my mother is always in charge, and I can only obey her. When she says to go to bed, I have to
go to bed; when she says to do something, I have to do it. I wouldn't have thought much of this before, but after
a month , my mind started to stir. I became quite resentful of my mother's domineering attitude. Why
should I listen to her all the time? Suddenly, I remembered what my mother had said on the way back, and a surge of resentment welled up in my chest. "
How long is she going to control me? Always so high and mighty."

After that, I felt particularly irritable and frustrated, so I started browsing pornographic websites on my phone
to see there were any new novels. After browsing through them, I found a few terrible novels. In these novels, the mother
could just take off her pants and have sex. I would normally not even bother reading these kinds of novels, but today I really had no better
way , and the descriptions of sex in them were quite detailed, so I gradually got aroused.

A while later, the bathroom door opened. The moment I saw my mother walk out, I
involuntarily became aroused. Although I felt ashamed, it was undeniable, even though the woman
was my mother. Today, instead of the long nightgown she wore at home, she wore a black,
semi-transparent spaghetti-strap nightgown with a low, round neckline that reached all the way to her chest. I could see
her bra underneath, and her full breasts made them bulge, revealing a deep cleavage.
The skirt was short; on a young woman, it would only reach her upper thighs, but my mother's frame was larger than most young women's, and
the skirt barely covered her round, pert buttocks. Her panties were also small, revealing most of her white, tender bottom.
My mother 's face was slightly flushed; she seemed a little uncomfortable in this new dress. She slowly walked towards the bed.
I could see from my mother's back that her lace nightgown had lace ties at the back. The tight hem made her walk with
a slightly large gait, and her round, full buttocks swayed back and forth, making my heart flutter. I quickly moved further in, and
a fragrant breeze wafted over—the scent of my mother's shower gel. My mother's sexy outfit made me hot, so
I quickly turned my back to her and went to sleep. My mother nudged me and said,

"Go, take a shower before you sleep."

Sigh, I had no choice but to obediently go into the bathroom. Well, at least I could avoid this awkward moment.
After a quick shower and drying myself off, I went back to bed and drifted off to sleep.

(I was lying on the bed with a voluptuous beauty in my arms. The room was dark, and I couldn't see her face clearly, but I knew
she was my girlfriend. We had already taken the final step, and I was about to penetrate her...
I don't even have a girlfriend yet, so how could someone be having sex with me?)

Okay, I was dreaming then, a wet dream, nothing unusual. But when I woke up, I found
a dark area in front of me. I looked closely and realized it was my mother's pajamas. Through the black lace pattern,
I could see my mother's fleshy back. I remember sleeping some distance away from my mother, so how did we end up in this
position ? It must be because of the double bed. When two people are on the bed, the bed dips in the middle, causing both of us
to slide towards the center, so now I'm so close to my mother. Just as I was about to turn over, I suddenly heard
a sound,

"slap, slap, slap, slap, slap,"

a series of slapping sounds, like the sound of slapping hands. I checked my phone; it was already 1 a.m.
Why would anyone be slapping hands at this hour?

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

As I was thinking this, a soft moan reached my ears. I snapped awake; all my sleepiness vanished. It was the sound of sex. Damn
, I realized this was the double room section, all hourly rooms rented to young couples for sex
. Ugh, what bad luck! How could I sleep with all this moaning? It'd been twenty minutes, and the woman's moans
hadn't stopped. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. My mother, tossing and turning, even stirred slightly.
Afraid of waking her, I remained still, afraid to move. But the woman's moans
were my penis was completely erect. What to do? Usually, I could masturbate to release my pent-up desire, but what could I do now? I
dared not move too much.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah^"

The moans from next door grew louder. I shifted uncomfortably, and as a result, I pressed my entire
body against my mother's. Since her back was to me, my front half was pressed against her back half,
so naturally, my entire penis was pressed against her buttocks. My penis started to grow even
bigger due to the pressure, until it was hard and pressed against her buttocks. But my mother was still not awake.
The pleasure of my penis pressing against her buttocks made me hard. This is a woman, isn't it? I subconsciously arched my penis slightly, feeling
the slight indentation of my mother's buttocks. Suddenly, I had the urge to release my pent-up desire with my mother's body.

I observed my mother for a moment, and seeing that she didn't react, my hands involuntarily reached out to touch her waist. I
first placed my hands on her waist, feeling her warm and soft touch, and then gently rubbed it a couple of times before
stopping. Finding she still didn't react, I moved my hands down to the hem of her pajamas, slipped inside, and slid them back down to
her waist. Her waist felt so comfortable to touch, and there wasn't much excess fat; it felt even softer and
smoother than through her pajamas. My hands moved uncontrollably up and down, gradually expanding the area. I moved my hands to
her lower abdomen and began to gently knead the tender flesh of her abdomen with my palms. It was so soft! As I touched her,
my lower body started to wiggle and rub against her buttocks. But my mother was fast asleep and didn't react. Gradually, I
became dissatisfied with just my mother's abdomen. My hand began to move upwards, gliding over her ribs until I touched
her . I first covered her breasts with my hand to experience them. My nearly 20cm hand
barely covered them. My fingers rested on the upper part of her exposed breasts, and the soft touch was intoxicating.
I gently rubbed them, feeling the size and softness of her breasts. I wondered if I should risk taking off
her bra and touching her breasts, but I was afraid that if she suddenly woke up and found out, it would be difficult to explain.
While I was hesitating, the moaning from next door pushed me. I hardened my heart and decided to have some fun, because my mother's breasts
looked really fleshy, and the feel of rubbing them must be wonderful.

I tried to unhook her bra and was surprised to find that it was a front-clasp bra. I moved my hand to the center of
her bra and started fumbling for the clasp. After I found it and gently unhooked it, I stopped because I noticed
her twitch. I was startled, afraid she would wake up, so I held my breath and remained motionless. Luckily, she
didn't move anything else, and her breathing was still steady. I breathed a sigh of relief; the movement must have been an unconscious
action during her deep sleep. Now I began to enjoy my spoils. Her bra, half-open, had fallen onto the bed
, exposing her breasts. I covered them with my hands as if I had found a treasure, gently kneading
her breasts. As I kneaded, I could clearly feel the elasticity and jiggling of her breasts. I moved my hand, feeling the softness and smoothness of
my mother's breasts. My palm also touched her nipples; the soft yet firm texture was
so wonderful. Those tiny fleshy bumps, supported by her breasts, pressed against my palm. When I
pinched , they were so soft. I gently tugged at them a couple of times and found that my mother only slightly twitched
. I felt more at ease and began to knead her breasts with my whole hand, the movements
becoming more and more vigorous. I was immersed in the softness of my mother's breasts. Her breasts were so soft! When I pressed,
my fingers could sink slightly into them; when I released them, they returned to their original shape,
gently swaying with the movement of my hand, creating soft, fleshy ripples.

My penis was already unbearably hard. Pressing against my mother's buttocks wasn't as stimulating as it had been at the beginning.
Looking at the small panties on my mother's big buttocks, I had a sudden idea. I grabbed one side of her panties and slowly pulled them down.
Gradually, the cleft of my mother's buttocks was revealed. After fully extending my penis, I held the head and pressed it against my mother's buttocks
. I felt the temperature inside the crevice was even higher; her buttocks were tightly clenched. I quietly enjoyed
the pleasure of my mother's buttocks. My hand continued to move down my mother's lower abdomen, and soon I touched her panties.
After lifting my mother's panties, I slowly slid my palm inside. As my mother's pubic hair grew thicker and thicker, the temperature rose higher and
higher. I could even feel a warm, wet sensation, but I didn't pay attention. I continued to rub downwards. Finally, after
passing the area of pubic hair, I felt a bump. I knew what it was. At this moment, I became excited
. After my fingers passed the clitoris, I continued to explore backwards. Suddenly, I felt a wetness. I knew my
fingers had reached my mother's vaginal opening. My palm was completely covering her genitals.
I rubbed her clitoris, flicking it with my index finger, feeling it grow larger. The wetness at the vaginal opening became more and more
obvious . While rubbing my mother's genitals, my middle finger reached the entrance of her vagina, and my penis was buried
in her buttocks. I felt like I was pressing against her anus. I was extremely excited. I kneaded
my mother 's genitals and gently moved her buttocks. Pleasure kept rising up my spine. Suddenly, I lost
control, and my middle finger entered a slippery, warm place. I was startled. I was afraid that I would wake my mother up,
but the wonderful touch in Nana's vagina stimulated me to ejaculate. I ejaculated six times, all of it inside my mother
's buttocks.

At that moment, what chilled me to the bone was feeling my mother's hand on mine. She removed it
and didn't move again. My mother was awake. When did she wake up? Why didn't she stop me? Why
didn't she turn around? What was I going to do tomorrow? My mind was filled with questions, but the ejaculation had left me exhausted. My
eyelids were heavy, and I tried to open them, but gradually I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, my mother was already up, and everything seemed normal. I lay in bed as usual,
and touched my penis. I found it lying there quietly, without any trace of semen. Was last night
a dream within a dream? Was what I did to my mother also a dream? Great, then what my mother discovered was also a dream. I got up to wash up
and found my mother washing clothes in the bathroom. She was calm, glanced at me, urged me to brush
my teeth and wash my face , and then continued washing clothes. I glanced at her and realized she was washing the underwear from last night. As my mother and
I sat in the car, she suddenly took my hand and gently said,

"Don't masturbate so often, it's bad for your health."

I was stunned. So, what happened last night wasn't a dream? Oh my god, why did my mother
just remove my hand last night without saying anything? I looked at my mother with a questioning gaze. She noticed
my gaze, her face slightly flushed, and she turned her head away. Why was my mother blushing? Could it be...? I
remembered the wetness when I touched my mother's vagina last night. Could it be that my mother didn't make any noises like the one next door...?

I didn't dare to think any further, nor did I dare to look at my mother. I just quietly went home.

Chapter Two—My Mother's Soft, White Hands

After returning home, we tacitly didn't mention the incident again. My mother seemed calm, as if she was about to forget
it , but I didn't want to forget it because that night was so amazing.

The woman I had my first time with was my own mother. I felt like I was in a novel, gradually
approaching my ideal world. Some thoughts that had been dormant in my mind resurfaced. Could I really
have those things happen with my mother? I looked at my mother's body, and unconsciously recalled that night at the hotel—
the wonderful feel of her breasts, the warmth of her lower body, the slipperiness of her vagina, the tightness of her buttocks.
A surge of heat rose in my abdomen, and my penis began to harden. But I couldn't show any of this. Back home, my mother
reverted to that proud woman, controlling me in every
way, as if she had paved the way for me. I could only hide my desires. I didn't even know if that night could happen again,
nor did I know my mother's true attitude towards such things, because she wasn't as resolute as I had imagined
. It seemed like she hadn't finished saying what she had said in the car. What did my mother mean?

Days passed, and about four days later, around 10 pm, after my parents had fallen asleep
, I quietly went into the bathroom and rummaged through my mother's clothes. The novels I had read said that
masturbating with my mother's underwear felt especially good. Having been tormented by my own wild thoughts these past few days, I decided to release my pent-up emotions.
I decided to masturbate with my mother's underwear.

So I went to the bathroom and started searching. I found the underwear, but it was all washed.
However, among them, I found the little panties my mother had worn that night at the hotel. My heart instantly burned. I
picked up the panties and unfolded them. They were a pure light pink, about the size of a palm when fully unfolded.
I thought, no wonder so much flesh was showing on my mother's plump, white buttocks. I
remembered the feeling of inserting my penis into my mother's buttocks that night. By this time, my penis was completely hard. I wrapped
the panties around my penis, imagining it was my mother's genitals, imagining that I had already penetrated her, and started
masturbating .

The soft fabric of the panties was very comfortable, and since it was the first time I had used my mother's panties, I quickly reached orgasm.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, the bathroom door facing me was suddenly pushed open, and my mother came in. I was startled, and
my mother also looked surprised. This must be a coincidence, an awkward coincidence. My mother glanced at
me, noticed the panties in my hand and my exposed penis, and she immediately understood everything. My mother glared at me angrily
. I quickly took off my underwear and pulled up my pants, awkwardly holding the underwear, unsure
what to do .

I quietly put the underwear back in the laundry basket, but then my mother picked it up again. Just as I was wondering
what on, I saw her throw the underwear into the trash can. She glanced back at me and said in a low voice,

"Disgusting! What did I tell you on the bus? You little brat, how dare you do something so shameless!"

I blushed and lowered my head. Hearing this, I stubbornly glared at her. Seeing my look, my mother
became even angrier and slapped me hard. My eyes instantly reddened;
I had been hit on the nose. My nose stung, and tears streamed down my face. My mother was stunned, probably
surprised by my reaction. She had hit me before, but I had never cried. She didn't understand
why this time, even though I had done something wrong, she seemed to have some unspeakable secret, as if she had suffered some injustice.
While my mother was still in a daze, I turned and quickly walked back to my room and lay down.

Lying in bed, I listened to the sounds from the bathroom, and it seemed that my mother stood there for a while before quietly returning to her room.
My heart pounded with anxiety as I lay there with my eyes closed, lost in thought, wondering how I would face my mother.

Suddenly, I felt someone sitting beside me. I jolted awake and opened my eyes to find it was my mother.
I didn't know why she was sitting by my bed. She was wearing pajamas, her long, black hair cascading down her snow-white
nape . Her high, alluring breasts rose and fell gently with her breath, her beautiful curves hidden beneath the black pajamas.
Her glossy calves were exposed, appearing even smoother and softer. Black slippers with delicate straps outlined her two
perfect, snow-white feet. Her smooth ankles and glistening toes kept me staring.

It shouldn't be 11 o'clock yet. Why was my mother back in my room instead of sleeping? Had she recovered
from what happened earlier? Was she going to settle scores with me? I didn't dare say a word, just quietly watching my mother. Just then, Mom
spoke up

, "Jian, didn't I tell you in the car not to masturbate anymore? It's bad for your health."

Mom's tone was gentle, not like she was there to accuse me. I was wondering how to answer when
Mom's words cleared my head.

"Are you feeling particularly uncomfortable but too embarrassed to say it? It's okay, you're about the same age.
Me too, I shouldn't have hit you suddenly, I'm sorry. I usually pay attention to your studies but I didn't tell you
about , it was my oversight. But you shouldn't have used Mom's... and
what you did to me that night... that was wrong, you know? Don't do it again."

Oh my god, Mom's words made me understand some things. Everything in the bathroom had
been misunderstood . She thought I was just trying to release my desires but couldn't do it properly. In Mom's
heart, I was still that obedient little brat. Although I usually resented Mom's thinking,
today I was grateful for it. Because it saved me a lot of trouble, I didn't have to worry about how to explain
this to Mom.

I whispered, "Yes, Mom, I know I was wrong. I'll never do it again."

Mom was pleased with my attitude and said, "Alright, alright, don't do this again. If anything happens,
tell Mom, okay?"

I nodded, thinking it was over, but Mom's next words made me think again.

"Were you feeling unwell tonight? How are you feeling?"

I mustered my courage and whispered, "Yes, Mom, I'm still feeling unwell." As I spoke, I
tried to get my penis hard. I turned on the nightlight and glanced at Mom's heaving
breasts and her smooth, white legs. My penis was already erect, making
a bulge in the blanket. At that moment, Mom glanced at my lower body and saw the bulge. Her fair face flushed slightly , making her look very feminine. Paired with her black lace nightgown and long, flowing hair, the bulge in the blanket rose even higher
under Mom's gaze .
Mom was clearly taken aback and paused for a moment. I yanked
the blanket off, revealing my body clad only in boxer shorts, the high bulge of my underwear making them stick up.

Mom obviously hadn't expected me to pull back the blanket, but she didn't say anything. However, I wasn't going to let her off the hook.
I said, "Mom, look what's wrong with me. I feel so uncomfortable, I can't sleep. And
it's hard, I'm afraid to turn over. Look!" Before my mom could say anything, I pulled down my underwear.
"No..." My mom's words were useless. After I took off my underwear, my erect penis was completely exposed in
front of my mom. When fully erect, my penis is about 18 or 19 cm long and about two fingers wide in diameter.
Because I often masturbate, my glans is completely exposed. The red glans is trembling slightly, and the ridges at the bottom
are very prominent. The edges of the ridges are slightly aroused, and the whole penis is slightly upturned. If I
stand . Two testicles the size of ping-pong balls are tucked
at the base of my penis, and thick black hair extends all the way to below my navel. This scene is really amazing.

Mom blushed as she looked at my penis, then turned her head away, saying, "Quick, quick, put your pants on. Don't let
Mom watch your things." She reached out to pull up my
underwear . Mom pressed down on my penis, trying to smooth the underwear up, but when she touched it,
I excitedly pulled it up again. My hard, hot penis twitched in her hand,
startling . I quickly grabbed her hand, preventing her from moving it away. Mom's small, white hand gently grasped
my penis, only holding it halfway. When Mom was stunned and didn't know what to do, I spoke up,

"Don't move, Mom, it hurts. It hurts when you move. Don't move."

Mom didn't know what to do, so I asked, "Mom, what's wrong? This has happened
several times already. It's always so uncomfortable, and it takes a long time before I can fall asleep." Mom's face was red, and she was restless. I
continued with my plan. I don't know how I became so bold. I don't even know if this plan will
work. I just vaguely wanted to do it. Seeing that Mom wasn't speaking, I continued, "
It's , so I used your underwear in the bathroom... It was just as uncomfortable during that time, that time I
..." I was about to finish when Mom stopped me, "Don't...don't say anymore, I know."
Not wanting Mom to dominate the conversation, I continued, "Mom, what's wrong? Usually at this time, I
have to stroke myself for a long time to make it go down, and it's sticky afterwards. Mom, do you know any other
way? This is so uncomfortable."

My current thought was to have Mom put her hand on my penis for a longer time, because Mom's soft
palm felt so good, soft and warm.

Mom blushed and mumbled for a while before finally saying, "Okay, no need to say anymore, I understand."

Seeing that Mom still wasn't going to talk about it, I took the initiative. I slightly moved my
right hand, which was resting on Mom's hand, causing her hand to gently rub against my penis. The soft touch and friction stimulated my
penis, making it tremble. Mom didn't react, just sat there blankly. I asked, "Mom, besides
touching it yourself, are there any other good ways? Once I touched it and it hurt so much."

Mom reacted at this point. She withdrew her hand and didn't pull up my underwear again, but turned her face away and said,
"Hmm... well... there aren't any good ways. You can't always touch it yourself; touching it too much is bad for your health, and..."
"This part is very precious, don't touch it anymore. What if you hurt yourself? Listen to Mom, don't
touch it anymore." She stood up to leave, but of course I couldn't let her go. So, I mustered my courage
and grabbed her hand again, pulling it towards my penis as I said, "What can I do? I
can't just touch it myself, Mom. It's uncomfortable. Look, it's so hard and warm. I can't sleep. Mom, please think of
something. What can I do if I don't touch it?"

Perhaps my urgent tone awakened her sense of responsibility, because she didn't get up again,
sitting there quietly, unsure what to do.

Looking at my silent mother, I was frantic. Should I speak first? Fine, I'll speak then.
So, looking at my mother's face, I said,

"Mom, maybe... maybe you can help me."

My mother was startled. "How can that be?" "

What should I do? Otherwise, I'll be too uncomfortable to sleep.
It hurts when I try to do it myself, and you won't let me. You just said I can't move around too much, and I'm scared too."

Surprisingly, Mom didn't argue with me. Her face was flushed, and she didn't say anything. She sat on the edge of my bed, fidgeting. Anyone
could tell that Mom was very confused because she kept fidgeting, and her high breasts heaved
more frequently. The alluring sight made my penis move up and down. When Mom saw this, her face turned even redder.
I urged her, "Mom~"

At this moment, Mom bit her lip, looked at my expectant eyes, and seemed to have made a decision. She said, "
How this, you... you go wash up, and then... and then... and then..." I
stared at Mom with passionate eyes, waiting for her to continue, "and then... I'll help you... and do it." For a moment

, I thought I had misheard, because I hadn't expected my mother to agree to help me
masturbate . I thought that as a teacher, my mother would never easily accept such a seemingly outrageous
suggestion. I was so surprised! I eagerly asked, "Really, Mom?" Perhaps I was
too excited, because my mother almost lowered her head to her chest and nodded slightly in response. Overjoyed,

I straightened up and hugged my mother. She gasped and tried to push me away. I
hugged her tightly and said, "Thank you, Mom." I did it on purpose. I imagined thrusting my erect penis towards my mother's
waist afraid my mother would be angry,
afraid that if I went too far, she wouldn't help me masturbate anymore. After hugging my mother, I ran towards the road, turning
back to , "Mom, wait for me, I'll be there soon." "

In the bathroom, I excitedly washed my body, especially my penis, afraid my mother
would reject me for being dirty. After washing carefully, I suddenly realized that this opportunity wasn't something that came easily, and I should
seize it. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle my first time and would ejaculate after a few touches from my mother, which would be a waste. So,
I started masturbating, thinking that this would help me last longer and carry out my plan. Thinking that my mother
would help me masturbate soon, I excitedly rubbed myself. After ejaculating once, I was afraid it wasn't enough, so I
ejaculated . Luckily, I could still stand up. I quickly dried myself off and ran back to the bedroom. I
breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that my mother hadn't left. My mother seemed very nervous and avoided me." Seeing my mother's gaze, I lay down on the bed and shifted
slightly
to the side, gesturing for her to sit closer. I stared at her, signaling her to start, but she kept her head down and couldn't see me. I nudged her slightly with my leg, and she flinched, but didn't move. In a panic, I grabbed her
hand and called out, "Mom!" Startled, she grabbed my penis, but too forcefully, and I cried
out . She quickly stopped me, afraid of waking my father. Releasing her hand, she saw my burning gaze and sighed softly
. She said,

"You... close your eyes... don't peek."

I obeyed, closing my eyes and pulling down my underwear. My erect, hard penis stood
erect. My head was greedily fixed on my shy and alluring mother. Although my eyes were closed, I secretly peeked through a crack.
I saw my mother sitting on the edge of the bed, her face flushed. She reached out and pulled her hand back and forth several times before timidly
grasping my penis. My mother turned her head to the side, her slender fingers encircling and stroking my penis. My mother
was tall and voluptuous, with small, fair hands, but her palms were very soft, and her nails were neatly trimmed,
the calluses on her fingers worn away, making them crystal clear. Her warm, jade-like hand grasped my penis, her tender fingers gently gliding over the glans
. I felt incredibly good being touched by her hand, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. My penis swelled even more,
becoming increasingly aroused in my mother's soft palm . My erection startled Mom, who turned her head in surprise at the size of my penis,
her face full of doubt. She seemed quite agitated; her face flushed, her eyes glazed over as she stared at my
restless member, clumsily stroking it. I could clearly feel her body trembling slightly.
When she realized she could only grasp half of it with one hand, she hesitated for a moment, then joined in with her other hand.
Alternating between the two, my penis soon became engorged with veins, throbbing in Mom's warm hands. My previous
attempts hadn't been in vain; despite Mom's efforts, I showed no signs of ejaculating.

She seemed somewhat bewildered, or perhaps her hands were tired, as she murmured, "Why is it taking so long...
and still not coming out?" I opened my eyes, our gazes meeting. She blushed deeply and quickly looked away.
I said casually, "Mom, of course it's not easy to come out. I've heard people say that you can use your mouth too, not just
your hand." "

How could that be? How could you put that in your mouth? It's so dirty!"

"It's not dirty, I washed it."

No matter what I said, Mom just wouldn't agree. I said it twice and then didn't dare bring it up again. I was afraid that if I pushed Mom
too far, she wouldn't help me anymore. So I changed my approach.

"Actually... Mom, I heard that other people's moms do it naked." Mom
was incredulous. She looked at me suspiciously and said, "Don't talk nonsense! Whose mom does it naked?" I had already planned
how to lie to her, so I said, "Wang and Cai Yan's moms both do it naked for them.
That way, when they see their mom's naked body, they get an erection immediately... Xu Haoran's mom is even better. Not only does she
do it naked , but she also lets Xu Haoran touch her..."

Mom knew all the classmates I mentioned. Of course, I made all of this up to deceive her.
"That's not true." Mom listened silently, but after a while, she suddenly stood up, sighed, and
lifted to take off her nightgown. Then I saw that Mom was wearing a pink cotton thong,
the panties tightly hugging her firm, plump buttocks, her buttocks jiggling, making one
want to bite them. Damn, Mom's nightgown tonight actually had built-in bra supports! As soon as she took it off, her round
, high breasts were fully exposed. I stared excitedly at Mom's breasts, my breathing becoming heavy
. She looked as if she was about to cry, and whispered,

"Hey... I'm your mother... hey... you can look, but you can't touch me... and you can't
think of anything ..."

I hurriedly agreed, but my eyes remained fixed on Mom's naked body. My mother was only wearing a
pink pair of panties. Her large, full, white breasts hung on her chest, swaying without any
sign ; her purplish-red nipples, about the size of peanuts, were slowly swelling and becoming erect. I
thought to myself: Mom is probably a little excited too, so I paid special attention to the crotch of her panties.

I lay on the bed, and Mom sat on the edge of the bed facing me, but she kept her head down, not daring to look at me, so I could
freely scan any part of her body with my eyes. Her fair and rounded legs were right in front of me, and her mysterious
crotch was within reach. Under the tight white panties, her full mons pubis was faintly visible, revealing a patch of dark flesh.

At this moment, to save energy, Mom leaned down slightly, her face getting closer and closer to my penis. Her left hand played with
my penis, and to increase my pleasure, her right hand lightly scratched my scrotum. The waves of scratching made my glans
tremble swell; the pleasure gradually increased, and my lust reached its peak.

I noticed subtle changes in my mother's body. Her breasts tightened and became larger, with
her nipples slightly upturned; her snow-white skin flushed red, and her palms became hot;
the area I was most interested in, her mons pubis, slowly developed a wet patch that gradually expanded, soaking her white panties. All these
signs indicated that while my mother was masturbating me, she herself was experiencing some
physiological response from the contact with my young body. Perhaps she wasn't actually aroused, but at least her body faithfully showed
the basic !

My mother's technique became more skilled, and my pleasure intensified. When I fantasized about my penis penetrating my mother's wet
vagina, I suddenly shuddered and ejaculated violently. This intense pleasure caused my semen to shoot very high,
about 20cm. My mother's face was covered in semen; she was stunned
, her mouth slightly agape in surprise. The cloudy semen trickled down her pale cheeks, past her
nose mouth. This lewd scene gave me a powerful stimulant. So, looking at my mother's face and aiming at
her slightly open mouth, I ejaculated twice more. I instinctively hoped to ejaculate inside her mouth, but this time she
dodged . She continued to masturbate me while frowning and wiping the semen from her face. My penis, trembling
, gradually shrank and finally went limp. My mother breathed a sigh of relief, saying with a half-smile, "
Finally, ." Then she picked up a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the semen from her face. I looked at the drop
of semen that was about to slip into her mouth with deep regret. After wiping my face, Mom started wiping my penis. She gently
peeled back the skin, revealing a much smaller glans, and began to carefully wipe it,
not . This gentle caress made me feel incredibly comfortable. After ejaculating, a wave of intense fatigue washed over me; I felt like I
couldn't even keep my eyes open. But I still had something to ask Mom.

After Mom finished tidying everything up, she picked up the wads of tissues and got up to leave. I grabbed her
hand and asked, "Mom, can you help me again next time?"

Mom forcefully shook off my hand and quickly walked towards the door. I was extremely disappointed, but
when

I heard her softly say, "We'll see..." Having received a satisfactory answer, I couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep, because I had already opened
that door and stood before the person inside.

Chapter Three—Mom's Little Mouth and Tender Breasts

When I woke up the next day, I decided that this was the best sleep I'd had in the days since I came back from the gynecological clinic.
The wonderful feeling from last night kept replaying in my mind. This must have been my most pleasurable ejaculation ever.
I've never felt so good before. And last night, Mom's parting words, "We'll see," gave me endless fantasies. She didn't completely
rule it out, turning those possibilities into reality. Mom probably hoped this would be the first and last time,
but having given me such a delicious feeling, how could I possibly let this married woman go? Especially
last night Mom's shy face, just her hands alone gave me such intense pleasure.
What would it feel like if she used her mouth…? If… if… I could ejaculate in Mom's mouth, what
would that feel like? Just imagining Mom's slightly open mouth filled with my semen, what would
be like? Oral sex… I need a plan.

For the next few days, I didn't do anything out of line, partly to lower Mom's guard so I could carry out my
plan, and partly because Mom had returned to her original proud demeanor. But that's okay. This should be
the inner restraint of a woman, a mother, and their last line of defense. This is something I
can't rush. All I have to do now is slowly simmer the fish, gradually eroding away my mother's proud inner garments.
If getting my mother to masturbate me was opening that door, then what I'm facing now is how to
take off my mother's clothes in the house.

However, this peace didn't last long. Not long after, I had my mother help me masturbate
again . Having learned from the first time, my mother seemed much less hesitant this time. Although she was still shy,
she wasn't as hesitant as before, and her technique was better. As before, I
ejaculated twice before asking my mother for help, which led her to believe that it was difficult for me to ejaculate. I then told
her that it was because using my hand wasn't stimulating enough. My mother asked me how to make it more stimulating, and I suggested that
she use her mouth. She firmly refused, saying very seriously,

"You need to understand that I'm your mother, and we're mother and son. I'm helping you now because I'm afraid you won't understand and
might do something bad to your health. Don't let your mind wander. If you make such an unreasonable
request again, you can forget about it forever. Do you believe I'll tell your father?"

My mother's warning made me restrain myself for a while, but when she helped me masturbate for the third time,
she couldn't take it anymore after more than 40 minutes. She couldn't masturbate me for that long every time;
firstly, her hands would get tired; secondly, she was afraid my father would suddenly find out; and thirdly,
she was embarrassed to keep touching my penis because it was too stimulating. I noticed that my mother
's skin was very red after each time she helped me masturbate, especially her face, which looked adorably red.

After that, my mother brought up the topic again. This time, I didn't ask her to use her mouth; instead, I
hesitantly said I wanted to touch her breasts. My mother glared at me and ignored me, finishing her chores as usual and
leaving. However, I think she took my words to heart. It seems my mother is still the passive type
; I should add a little more pressure.

One day, I went into the kitchen and found my mother changing a light bulb on a stool. I went up to her and offered to help,
but she said no.

Although Mom is 170cm tall, changing a lightbulb is still a struggle. I watched as she
strained to reach her hands upwards, her small feet curled up, and pulled her clothes up to her waist,
revealing her fair, fleshy waist. She had a slight tummy, but it added to her allure, making
her waist appear very voluptuous. I remembered her fair waist when she helped me masturbate the night before, and a surge of heat rose
in I said, "Mom, that's too dangerous, let me help you." Without waiting for her reply, I stepped forward and
placed my hands on her soft waist. My hot hands pressed against her tender flesh, feeling her warmth and softness, and I
gently pinched and squeezed.

Mom was clearly taken aback by my sudden action, and she swayed unsteadily. When I touched
her waist, she began to twist, trying to shake off my hands. The violent shaking made Mom
even more . She stumbled and fell to the ground. I quickly caught her to prevent her from falling,
but I tripped over the stool she was standing on. We both tumbled to the ground. When I
came to my senses , I realized we were both on the floor.

I found my arms around Mom, one arm around her back, and the other hand, which had been caressing
her soft waist, had slipped inside her clothes. My hand moved slightly, and I began to knead her waist.

At this moment, Mom also came to her senses and realized we were embracing so intimately
. She instinctively tried to pull away.

I quickly pretended to be concerned and asked, "Mom, did you get hurt? It's all my fault, I didn't hold you properly." I
looked steadily at her. Perhaps Mom was stunned by my words; she stared at me blankly, unable to speak.
Looking at instinctively kissed her.

My mother resisted with her lips tightly closed, and I just kept kissing her lips. I didn't know what a real
kiss was like; I was just imitating, so apart from the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything
special. I kept trying to pry her lips open with my tongue. As my right finger moved in and out, my mother's
juices flowed out, and her lips relaxed. Just then, my mother's mouth opened slightly, and I took the opportunity to
slip my tongue into her mouth. Who knew that once it was inside, I would know how good it was. My mother's mouth was wet and slippery. When
my tongue touched my mother's tongue, I felt a slight electric shock from the tip of my tongue. Naturally, I wouldn't let such enjoyment
pass me by , and my tongue kept entwining with my mother's tongue. My mother tried to dodge at first, but there was nowhere
to hide. She was tightly wrapped and sucked by my tongue.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...sizzle...sizzle...mmm..."

My mother almost gave up resisting, letting my tongue swirl in her mouth, and even involuntarily sucking
on my tongue. I kissed my mother passionately, one hand kneading her breasts, the other stimulating her
vagina inside her panties.

For a long, long time, my mother pushed me away, panting heavily. Having tasted the sweetness, I pleaded, "Mom,
again!" I kissed her again. This time I improved; I sucked her tongue into my mouth, slowly
savoring it. My mother was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss. We kissed for who knows how long, my tongue felt a little numb,
but I lingered on the feeling of her tongue, not wanting to leave.

A moment later, my mother suddenly pulled my hand away, pulling away from my lips.

Chapter One—Hotel Romance

That day, my MP4 player, which I was reading a novel on, ran out of battery, so I borrowed a classmate's to read for a while. It was already the
second semester ; studies were very intense, and the teachers were very strict during evening self-study. I secretly peeked from my seat
and suddenly noticed a novel on my MP4 player called "Snow-White Buttocks" (you all know what I mean;
I was quite lucky to read such a classic incestuous story as my first novel). The title alone told me it was definitely
erotic (who uses that name for a proper novel?). Excitedly, I clicked on it. After reading it, my
heart pounded and my face burned. First the teacher, then the mother—I suddenly felt incredibly excited. From then on, I paid special attention
to novels about teachers or incest.

Later, I read many incest novels, some good, some bad. The good ones progressed gradually,
conquering the mother step by step. The bad ones were much more interesting; the mothers in those novels were all like sluts, seeing
their sons as men, ready to be taken advantage of. I found it awful; it was unbelievable. Mothers
are always superior to their sons, and this is civilized society! Everyone has received nine years of compulsory education; everyone
knows what's right and wrong. What kind of mothers are those in novels? Getting
so , spreading their legs and letting their sons ride them? I dare say, if you were to touch your mother's breasts in real life and then hug
her and lay down on the bed, she'd probably beat you to death.

That's why I've always despised these kinds of novels. However, I've also read quite a few good novels during this time.
Just like I can't remember the names of bad novels, I don't remember many good ones either, only a few.
One of them is Qin Shou's *The Mirror of Oedipus*. Although it's considered a masterpiece, I do
n't entirely agree with it; it always feels unrealistic, and reading it doesn't feel as immersive. But compared to those bad novels, this one
captivated me for a long time. Another novel is called *The Sublimation of Motherly Love*, by the author "Incest Maniac."
This novel impressed me the most because I felt it was the most realistic. The novel describes him and his mother in
a hotel while traveling, where the author makes some rather inappropriate gestures while hugging his mother, who happens to be afraid of being seen...
Hearing this led to his indulgence, and this alone propelled his relationship with his mother forward. What I like most about this
article is the author's perspective on incest. The author says, "(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. My mother and I are like that. We're very
normal at home, as if nothing's happened, without any psychological burden. When we're intimate, we're very passionate,
going from the living room to the kitchen, from the bedroom to the bathroom, doing whatever's stimulating. The thrill of mother-son incest probably
lies in the explicit sexual contact.)"

This statement really resonated with me. I think incest develops gradually because a mother can't easily let go of her authority in
front of .
Not every mother can accept going from a role of managing a teenager to one of sleeping with him. In my opinion, maybe only one in 100 mothers would accept this, because
the education they receive from a young age already limits this possibility. And how could a young child possibly have
the cunning to open a mother's heart? After that, I accidentally watched an incest anime, I think it was called something like "The Lustful Mother.
" It was about a stepmother who appeared very proper in front of her son, but was actually quite promiscuous. This stepmother was very
virtuous, a dutiful wife and mother, and never did anything out of line. However, the son's sudden appearance in the bathroom shattered this
balance . First, he scrubbed his mother's back, then suggested masturbation, then breast play, and finally demanded oral sex. The mother
righteously refused, but the boy's pitiful act moved her, and she eventually gave him
oral sex. While she was giving him oral sex, a wicked smile appeared on the boy's lips. Seeing this smile,
I suddenly became very interested. I felt that the boy was using this to humiliate or retaliate against his mother.
The second half of the anime confirmed this; the boy gradually made his mother promiscuous, teasing her until she actively sought sexual
intercourse, and finally, he had sex with her in a superior position. Seeing this, I felt a lot like this boy; both had
mothers who were equally proper, equally superior, equally hot-bodied, and equally sexy.

Suddenly, the thought crossed my mind: could I sleep with my mom? I was already 18, no longer a clueless
teenager. I understood about relationships but had never experienced them, so I was very curious. The thought of riding my mom
made my lower abdomen heat up, and my heart started pounding. But when I looked up and saw my mom lecturing on the podium,
her stern eyes made me realize how ridiculous and impossible that idea was. At least, my mom
would never might even beat me to death the moment I had that thought
. So, that idea was killed before it was even born.

And so, I continued my disciplined studies, sometimes relaxing with novels. My dad remained
indifferent , and my mom remained strict. Time passed day by day, and five months flew by. Three days before the college entrance exam,
the school gave everyone a break to allow students to relax and prepare for the exam. My mom and dad
knew , so on the second day of the break, my mom prepared a rather elaborate dinner. The three of us
happily ate together around the table. During the meal, my dad said he would be going to Shenzhen after my college entrance exam to help his company with its stock listing,
which might take three or four months.

Suddenly, Mom said,

"How about this? After Hongjian (my real name is X Hongjian) finishes his exams, we'll go out
for a trip . He's been studying so much these past few years, he hasn't had a proper chance to play. Let's take this opportunity to relax."

I was stunned. Why would Mom say something like that? She used to scold me for reading novels; she'd already torn up several copies of *Yilin* and *Reader's
Digest *. I glanced at Mom, and she smiled and said, "You're 18
now, practically an adult. I've been controlling because you were still a student, and the college entrance exam is very important. After the exam, you'll be
a university student . I can't control you like this anymore. Let's go on a trip, relax, and let you
enjoy your university life." Dad agreed, and that's how it was decided that Mom and I would go on a trip after the college entrance exam.
Putting aside unimportant things, after the college entrance exam, my results came out. I did quite well, and the university I applied to was the one
I expected . The whole family was happy the day the acceptance letter arrived, and I was happy too—not because of the trip, but
because of university. At the time, my impression of university was that it was a carefree pasture, a place where a bunch of puppies
could run wild and do whatever they wanted, without family control or parental nagging. You can imagine
how attractive that was to high school seniors.

The following week was very busy at home, especially for my mother. She had to pack for her business trip
while also packing for us. Everything started normally.

My mother boarded a plane to Shenzhen after we waved goodbye, while my mother and I took the train to DL.
With transportation so convenient now, and since my mother and I were traveling independently, we went wherever we wanted, visiting many places.
We went to DL first, then TS, then BJ, TY—in short, we traveled through a large part
of China . At first, I wasn't very talkative, only talking to my mother. She anticipated this and
told me that this wouldn't work; only those with outgoing personalities and the ability to talk to others could integrate well into the group in university.
She started to train me to speak, encouraging me to chat with strangers. Gradually, I became less shy and timid. Plus, I
was polite, and while I wouldn't call myself handsome, I had a sunny disposition and always smiled at everyone. I was also tall, so I could chat
with both elders and peers. My mother was happy to see this. We
walked and played, and after almost a month, my mother and I started heading back.

When we reached SY, we lingered there for a long time, partly because it was close to home, and partly
because my university was there. We spent three or four days there, visiting the university.
The spacious campus and the beautiful young women made me even more eager for university life. I had my mother sit
on a stone bench under the shade of a tree while I struck up conversations with the upperclassmen who seemed nice. Thanks to a month of conversation
practice and the fact that there were quite a few graduating students at the university, I quickly struck up a conversation with them.
Within half an hour, these upperclassmen assured me they would keep in touch after the semester started and would show me
around . I was particularly attentive to the pretty upperclassmen, often making them laugh.
It was already 5:30 PM when we realized how late it was . My mother and I quickly said goodbye to them and headed towards the hotel we had booked.

My mother was very quiet as we walked, but I didn't pay much attention. After all, I was tired from walking all day, and my brain was foggy.
My mind was completely occupied with college when my mother suddenly spoke.

"Hongjian, don't easily start dating girls after you go to college. It'll affect your studies. Wait until your
junior or senior year to talk about relationships, understand?" By the time she said "understand?", her tone was quite
stern . My good mood vanished instantly. I said "Oh," and ignored her, sauntering after her
to the hotel, feeling incredibly annoyed. What? I'm in college, why does she still need to tell me what to do? I thought to myself, I shouldn't take her
words to heart; I should have fun in college and not let any suitable girls slip by. Even though
I thought that , my good mood didn't return. When I arrived at the hotel with my mother, I felt even more annoyed.

The reason was that the hotel owner, seeing that my mother and I hadn't returned so late, had arbitrarily
let us use both rooms we had booked. This made me very angry. You see, since the start of our trip, my
mom and I have always stayed in separate rooms. My mom doesn't like sharing rooms, and she also wants me to develop
my independence, so she lets me have a room by myself. Everyone knows it's not really necessary, but
it's not a big deal, and I like being alone to avoid my mom's constant nagging. But today's situation
really annoyed us. I argued with the owner, who knew he was in the wrong, but these kinds of small hotels aren't very
reputable . My mom and I had only told the owner and left our luggage there; we hadn't gone through any proper
procedures. So the owner, knowing this, said he could only offer me one room. I was furious and wanted to
argue , but my mom stopped me. She told me to just make do for tonight, since we were going home tomorrow anyway.
Reluctantly, we followed the smiling owner to the room. He apologized, but I didn't care.
When we got to the room, we found that it was indeed empty, but instead of the two single beds we expected
, there was a double bed. I started arguing with him again, but the owner couldn't do anything about it.
He said that this was the only room available in the double room section, and there were no other rooms available. Finally, he relented and offered
to lower the price further. My mother, seeing that it was getting late, almost eight o'clock, stopped my argument and
reluctantly checked in.

After dinner, it was almost nine o'clock. Since my mother goes to bed early at home, she didn't let me watch TV and
went to wash up and prepare for bed. I lay on the bed, feeling very unhappy. When I'm alone, I
always watch TV until very late before going to bed. Sharing a room with my mother is really troublesome. Moreover,
when my mother is always in charge, and I can only obey her. When she says to go to bed, I have to
go to bed; when she says to do something, I have to do it. I wouldn't have thought much of this before, but after
a month , my mind started to stir. I became quite resentful of my mother's domineering attitude. Why
should I listen to her all the time? Suddenly, I remembered what my mother had said on the way back, and a surge of resentment welled up in my chest. "
How long is she going to control me? Always so high and mighty."

After that, I felt particularly irritable and frustrated, so I started browsing pornographic websites on my phone
to see there were any new novels. After browsing through them, I found a few terrible novels. In these novels, the mother
could just take off her pants and have sex. I would normally not even bother reading these kinds of novels, but today I really had no better
way , and the descriptions of sex in them were quite detailed, so I gradually got aroused.

A while later, the bathroom door opened. The moment I saw my mother walk out of the bathroom, I
involuntarily became erect. Although I felt ashamed, I was definitely hard, even though that woman
was my mother. Today, my mother wasn't wearing the long nightgown she usually wore at home; instead, she had changed into a black,
semi-transparent spaghetti strap nightgown with a wide, low neckline that reached all the way up to her chest. I could see
her bra underneath, and her full breasts made her chest appear full, revealing a deep cleavage. She came out,
her skirt was very short, only reaching her upper thighs on a young woman, but my mother's frame was larger than most young women's,
the skirt barely covering her round, pert buttocks. Her underwear was also small, revealing most of her fair, tender bottom.
My mother 's face was slightly flushed, seemingly not quite used to this new dress. I watched as she slowly walked towards the bed.
From her back, I could see that the lace nightgown had lace ties at the back, and the tight hem made her walk with
a slightly large gait, her round, full buttocks swaying back and forth, making my heart flutter. I quickly moved further in,
a fragrant breeze wafting towards me—the scent of my mother's shower gel. My mother's sexy outfit made me hot, and
I quickly turned away to go to sleep. My mother nudged me, saying,

"Go, take a shower before you sleep."

Sigh, I had no choice but to obediently go into the bathroom, which was good, at least I could avoid this awkward moment.
After quickly showering and drying myself, I went back to bed and drifted off to sleep.

(I was lying on the bed with a voluptuous beauty in my arms. The room was dark, and I couldn't see her face clearly, but I knew
she was my girlfriend. We had already taken the final step, and I was about to penetrate her...
I don't even have a girlfriend yet, so how could someone be having sex with me?)

Okay, I was dreaming then, a wet dream, nothing unusual. But when I woke up, I found
a dark area in front of me. I looked closely and realized it was my mother's pajamas. Through the black lace pattern,
I could see my mother's fleshy back. I remember sleeping some distance away from my mother, so how did we end up in this
position ? It must be because of the double bed. When two people are on the bed, the bed dips in the middle, causing both of us
to slide towards the center, so now I'm so close to my mother. Just as I was about to turn over, I suddenly heard
a sound,

"slap, slap, slap, slap, slap,"

a series of slapping sounds, like slapping hands. I checked my phone; it was already 1 a.m.
Why would anyone be slapping hands at this hour?

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

As I was thinking this, a soft moan reached my ears. I snapped awake; all my sleepiness vanished. It was the sound of sex.
Damn, I realized—this was the double room section, all hourly rooms rented to young couples for sex
. Ugh, what bad luck! How could I sleep with all this moaning? The woman's moans had been going on
for twenty minutes, and she still hadn't stopped. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, which made my mother slightly shift.
Afraid of waking her, I remained still, but the woman's moans were so seductive...
My penis was fully erect. What should I do? In the past, I could masturbate to relieve my urges, but what should I do now?
I didn't dare to move too much.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah^"

The moans from next door grew louder. I shifted uncomfortably, and as a result, I ended up pressed against my mother
's body. Since my mother was facing away from me, my front half was pressed against her back half,
so naturally, my entire penis was pressed against her buttocks. My penis started to grow even
bigger due to the pressure, and finally, it was hard and pressed against my mother's buttocks. But my mother was still not awake.
The pleasure of my penis pressing against my mother's buttocks made me hard. Isn't this a woman? I subconsciously arched my penis and felt my mother's buttocks
slightly concave. I suddenly had the idea of using my mother's body to release my pent-up desires.

I observed my mother for a moment, and seeing that she didn't react, my hands involuntarily reached out to touch her waist. I
first placed my hands on her waist, feeling her warm and soft touch, and then gently rubbed it a couple of times before
stopping. Finding she still didn't react, I moved my hands down to the hem of her pajamas, slipped inside, and slid them back down to
her waist. Her waist felt so comfortable to touch, and there wasn't much excess fat; it felt even softer and
smoother than through her pajamas. My hands moved uncontrollably up and down, gradually expanding the area. I moved my hands to
her lower abdomen and began to gently knead the tender flesh of her abdomen with my palms. It was so soft! As I touched her,
my lower body started to wiggle and rub against her buttocks. But my mother was fast asleep and didn't react. Gradually, I
became dissatisfied with just my mother's abdomen. My hand began to move upwards, gliding over her ribs until I touched
her . I first covered her breasts with my hand to experience them. My nearly 20cm hand
barely covered them. My fingers rested on the upper part of her exposed breasts, and the soft touch was intoxicating.
I gently rubbed them, feeling the size and softness of her breasts. I wondered if I should risk taking off
her bra and touching her breasts, but I was afraid that if she suddenly woke up and found out, it would be difficult to explain.
While I was hesitating, the moaning from next door pushed me. I hardened my heart and decided to have some fun, because my mother's breasts
looked really fleshy, and the feel of rubbing them must be wonderful.

I tried to unhook her bra and was surprised to find that it was a front-clasp bra. I moved my hand to the center of
her bra and started fumbling for the clasp. After I found it and gently unhooked it, I stopped because I noticed
her twitch. I was startled, afraid she would wake up, so I held my breath and remained motionless. Luckily, she
didn't move anything else, and her breathing was still steady. I breathed a sigh of relief; the movement must have been an unconscious
action during her deep sleep. Now I began to enjoy my spoils. Her bra, half-open, had fallen onto the bed
, exposing her breasts. I covered them with my hands as if I had found a treasure, gently kneading
her breasts. As I kneaded, I could clearly feel the elasticity and jiggling of her breasts. I moved my hand, feeling the softness and smoothness of
my mother's breasts. My palm also touched her nipples; the soft yet firm texture was
so wonderful. Those tiny fleshy bumps, supported by her breasts, pressed against my palm. When I
pinched , they were so soft. I gently tugged at them a couple of times and found that my mother only slightly twitched
. I felt more at ease and began to knead her breasts with my whole hand, the movements
becoming more and more vigorous. I was immersed in the softness of my mother's breasts. Her breasts were so soft! When I pressed,
my fingers could sink slightly into them; when I released them, they returned to their original shape,
gently swaying with the movement of my hand, creating soft, fleshy ripples.

My penis was already unbearably hard. Pressing against my mother's buttocks wasn't as stimulating as it had been at the beginning.
Looking at the small panties on my mother's big buttocks, I had a sudden idea. I grabbed one side of her panties and slowly pulled them down.
Gradually, the cleft of my mother's buttocks was revealed. After fully exposing my penis, I held the glans and pressed it against my mother's buttocks
. I felt the temperature inside the crevice was even higher, and her buttocks were tightly clenched. I quietly enjoyed
the pleasure of my mother's buttocks. My hand continued to move down my mother's lower abdomen, and soon I touched my mother's panties. I lifted the panties
with my middle finger and slowly slid my palm inside. As my mother's pubic hair increased, the temperature also
increased. I could even feel a warm, wet sensation, but I didn't pay attention. I continued to rub downwards. Finally, after
passing the area of pubic hair, I felt a protrusion. I knew what it was. At this moment, I became excited
. My fingers passed the clitoris and continued to explore backwards. Suddenly, I felt a wetness. I knew my
fingers had reached my mother's vaginal opening. My palm was completely covering her genitals.
I rubbed her clitoris, flicking it with my index finger, feeling it grow larger. The wetness at the vaginal opening became more and more
obvious . While rubbing my mother's genitals, my middle finger reached the entrance of her vagina, and my penis was buried
in her buttocks. I felt like I was pressing against her anus. I was extremely excited. I kneaded
my mother 's genitals and gently moved her buttocks. Pleasure kept rising up my spine. Suddenly, I lost
control, and my middle finger entered a slippery, warm place. I was startled. I was afraid that I would wake my mother up,
but the wonderful touch in Nana's vagina stimulated me to ejaculate. I ejaculated six times, all of it inside my mother
's buttocks.

At that moment, what chilled me to the bone was feeling my mother's hand on mine. She removed it
and didn't move again. My mother was awake. When did she wake up? Why didn't she stop me? Why
didn't she turn around? What was I going to do tomorrow? My mind was filled with questions, but the ejaculation had left me exhausted. My
eyelids were heavy, and I tried to open them, but gradually I fell asleep again.

When I woke up the next day, my mother was already up, and everything seemed normal. I lay in bed as usual,
and touched my penis. I found it lying there quietly, without any trace of semen. Was last night
a dream within a dream? Was what I did to my mother afterward also a dream? Great, then what my mother discovered was also a dream. I got up to
wash up and found my mother washing clothes in the bathroom. She was calm, glanced at me, and urged me to brush
my teeth and wash my face before continuing to wash clothes. I glanced at her and saw that she was washing the underwear from last night. When my
mother and I were in the car, she suddenly took my hand and gently said,

"Don't masturbate so often; it's bad for your health."

I was stunned. So, what happened last night wasn't a dream? Oh my god, then why did Mom
just remove my hand last night without saying anything? I looked at Mom with a questioning gaze. Mom noticed
my gaze, her face flushed slightly, and she turned her head away. Why was Mom blushing? Could it be...? I
remembered the wetness when I touched Mom's vagina last night. Could it be that Mom didn't make any noises like the neighbors...?

I didn't dare to think any further, nor did I dare to look at Mom. I just quietly went home.

Chapter Two—Mom's Soft, White Hands

After returning home, we tacitly didn't mention the incident again. Mom seemed calm,
as , but I didn't want to forget it because that night was so amazing.

The woman I had my first time with was my own mother. I felt like I was gradually
approaching Some thoughts that had been dormant in my mind resurfaced. Could I really
have those things happen with Mom? I looked at Mom's body, unconsciously recalling that night at the hotel,
the wonderful feel of Mom's breasts, the warmth of her lower body, the slipperiness of her vagina, and the tightness of her buttocks. A surge of heat rose in my abdomen
, and my penis began to harden. But I couldn't show any of this. Back home, my mother
reverted to her arrogant self, controlling everything I did, as if she had paved the
way for me. I could only suppress my desires. I didn't even know if that night could happen again,
nor did I know my mother's true attitude towards such things. She wasn't as resolute as I had imagined; it
seemed like she hadn't finished saying what she had said in the car. What did my mother mean?

Days passed, and about four days later, around 10 pm, after my parents had fallen asleep
, I quietly went into the bathroom and rummaged through my mother's clothes. The novels I'd read said that
masturbating with my mother's underwear felt amazing. Having been tormented by my own wild thoughts these past few days, I decided to release my pent-up emotions.
I decided to masturbate with my mother's underwear.

So I went to the bathroom and started searching. I found the underwear, but it was all washed.
However, among them, I found the little panties my mother had worn that night at the hotel. My heart instantly burned. I
picked up the panties and unfolded them. They were a pure light pink, about the size of a palm when fully unfolded.
I thought, no wonder so much flesh was showing on my mother's plump, white buttocks. I
remembered the feeling of inserting my penis into my mother's buttocks that night. By this time, my penis was completely hard. I wrapped
the panties around my penis, imagining it was my mother's genitals, imagining that I had already penetrated her, and started
masturbating .

The soft fabric of the panties was very comfortable, and since it was the first time I had used my mother's panties, I quickly reached orgasm.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, the bathroom door facing me was suddenly pushed open, and my mother came in. I was startled, and
my mother also looked surprised. This must be a coincidence, an awkward coincidence. My mother glanced at
me, noticed the panties in my hand and my exposed penis, and she immediately understood everything. My mother glared at me angrily
. I quickly took off my underwear and pulled up my pants, awkwardly holding the underwear, unsure
what to do .

I quietly put the underwear back in the laundry basket, but then my mother picked it up again. Just as I was wondering
what on, I saw her throw the underwear into the trash can. She glanced back at me and said in a low voice,

"Disgusting! What did I tell you on the bus? You little brat, how dare you do something so shameless!"

I blushed and lowered my head. Hearing this, I stubbornly glared at her. Seeing my look, my mother
became even angrier and slapped me hard. My eyes instantly reddened;
I had been hit on the nose. My nose stung, and tears streamed down my face. My mother was stunned, probably
surprised by my reaction. She had hit me before, but I had never cried. She didn't understand
why this time, even though I had done something wrong, she seemed to have some unspeakable secret, as if she had suffered some injustice.
While Mom was still in a daze, I turned and quickly went back to my room to lie down.

Lying in bed, I listened to the sounds from the bathroom, and it seemed like Mom stood there for a while before quietly returning to her room.
My heart pounded with anxiety as I thought about how I would face Mom in the future, lying there with my eyes closed, my mind racing.

Suddenly, I felt someone sitting beside me. I woke up abruptly and opened my eyes to see Mom.
I didn't know why she was sitting by my bed. She was wearing pajamas, her long, black hair cascading down her snow-white
neck . Her high, alluring breasts rose and fell gently with her breath, her beautiful curves hidden beneath the black pajamas.
Her glossy calves were exposed, appearing even smoother and softer. Black slippers with delicate straps outlined her two
perfect, snow-white feet. Her smooth ankles and glistening toes kept me staring.

It shouldn't be 11 o'clock yet. Why was Mom back in my room instead of sleeping? Had she recovered
from what happened earlier? Was she going to settle scores with me? I didn't dare say a word, just quietly watching Mom. Just then, Mom
spoke up

, "Jian, didn't I tell you in the car not to masturbate anymore? It's bad for your health."

Mom's tone was gentle, not like she was there to accuse me. I was wondering how to answer when
Mom's words cleared my head.

"Are you feeling particularly uncomfortable but too embarrassed to say it? It's okay, you're about the same age.
Me too, I shouldn't have hit you suddenly, I'm sorry. I usually pay attention to your studies but I didn't tell you
about , it was my oversight. But you shouldn't have used Mom's... and
what you did to me that night... that was wrong, you know? Don't do it again."

Oh my god, Mom's words made me understand some things. Everything in the bathroom had
been misunderstood . She thought I was just trying to release my desires but couldn't do it properly. In Mom's
heart, I was still that obedient little brat. Although I usually resented Mom's thinking,
today I was grateful for it. Because it saved me a lot of trouble, I didn't have to worry about how to explain
this to Mom.

I whispered, "Yes, Mom, I know I was wrong. I won't do it again."

Mom was pleased with my attitude and said, "Alright, alright, don't do that again. If anything happens,
tell Mom, okay?"

I nodded, thinking the matter was over, but one of Mom's words made my mind race.

"Were you feeling unwell tonight? How are you feeling?"

I mustered my courage and whispered, "Yeah, Mom, I'm still feeling really unwell." As I spoke, I
tried to get my penis hard. I turned on the nightlight and glanced at Mom's heaving
breasts and her smooth, white legs. My penis was already erect, making
a bulge in the blanket. At that moment, Mom glanced at my lower body and saw the bulge. Her fair face flushed slightly
, making her look very feminine. Paired with her black lace nightgown and long, flowing hair, the bulge in the blanket rose even higher under Mom's gaze
. Mom was clearly surprised and paused for a moment. I lifted
the blanket .

Mom obviously didn't expect me to lift the blanket, but she didn't say anything. But I wasn't going to let her off the hook.
I said, "Mom, look what's wrong with me. I feel so uncomfortable, I can't sleep. And
it's hard, I'm afraid to turn over. Look!" Before my mom could say anything, I pulled down my underwear.
"No..." My mom's words were useless. After I took off my underwear, my erect penis was completely exposed in
front of my mom. When fully erect, my penis is about 18 or 19 cm long and about two fingers wide in diameter.
Because I often masturbate, my glans is completely exposed. The red glans is trembling slightly, and the ridges at the bottom
are very prominent. The edges of the ridges are slightly aroused, and the whole penis is slightly upturned. If I
stand . Two testicles the size of ping-pong balls are tucked
at the base of my penis, and thick black hair extends all the way to below my navel. This scene is really amazing.

Mom blushed as she looked at my penis, then turned her head away, saying, "Quick, quick, put your pants on. Don't let
Mom watch your things." She reached out to pull up my
underwear . Mom pressed down on my penis, trying to smooth the underwear up, but when she touched it,
I excitedly pulled it up again. My hard, hot penis twitched in her hand,
startling . I quickly grabbed her hand, preventing her from moving it away. Mom's small, white hand gently grasped
my penis, only holding it halfway. When Mom was stunned and didn't know what to do, I spoke up,

"Don't move, Mom, it hurts. It hurts when you move. Don't move."

Mom didn't know what to do, so I asked, "Mom, what's wrong? This has happened
several times already. It's always so uncomfortable, and it takes a long time before I can fall asleep." Mom's face was red, and she was restless. I
continued with my plan. I don't know how I became so bold. I don't even know if this plan will
work. I just vaguely wanted to do it. Seeing that Mom wasn't speaking, I continued, "
It's , so I used your underwear in the bathroom... It was just as uncomfortable during that time, that time I
..." I was about to finish when Mom stopped me, "Don't...don't say anymore, I know."
Not wanting Mom to dominate the conversation, I continued, "Mom, what's wrong? Usually at this time, I
have to stroke myself for a long time to make it go down, and it's sticky afterwards. Mom, do you know any other
way? This is so uncomfortable."

My current thought was to have Mom put her hand on my penis for a longer time, because Mom's soft
palm felt so good, soft and warm.

Mom blushed and mumbled for a while before finally saying, "Okay, no need to say anymore, I understand."

Seeing that Mom still wasn't going to talk about it, I took the initiative. I slightly moved my
right hand, which was resting on Mom's hand, causing her hand to gently rub against my penis. The soft touch and friction stimulated my
penis, making it tremble. Mom didn't react, just sat there blankly. I asked, "Mom, besides
touching it myself, are there any other good ways? Once I touched it and it hurt so much."

Mom reacted at this point. She withdrew her hand and didn't pull up my underwear again, but simply turned her face away and said...
"Hmm... well... there's not much I can do. You can't keep touching it; it's bad for your health, and
this area is very delicate. Don't touch it anymore. What if you hurt yourself? Listen to Mom, don't
touch it anymore." She stood up to leave, but of course I couldn't let her go. So, I mustered my courage
and grabbed her hand, pulling it towards my penis as I said, "What can I do? I
can't just touch it myself, Mom. It's uncomfortable. Look, it's so hard and warm. I can't sleep. Mom, please think of
something. What can I do if I don't touch it?"

Perhaps my urgent tone awakened her sense of responsibility; she didn't get up again,
sitting there quietly, unsure what to do.

Looking at my silent mother, I was frantic. Should I speak first? Fine, I'll speak then.
So I looked at my mother's face and said,

"Mom, how about... how about you help me?"

My mother was startled, "How can I do that?"

"What should I do? Otherwise I'll be too uncomfortable to sleep. It hurts if I do it myself, and you won't let me. You just
said I can't move around, and I'm scared too."

Surprisingly, my mother didn't argue with me. Her face was red, and she didn't say anything. She sat on the edge of my bed, fidgeting. Anyone
could see that my mother was very confused because she kept fidgeting, and her high breasts heaved
more frequently. The alluring sight made my penis move up and down. My mother's face turned even redder when she saw this.
I urged her, "Mom~" "

At this moment, Mom bit her lip, looking at my expectant eyes, as if she had made a decision, and said, '
How about this, you...you go wash up, and then...and then...and then...' I
stared at Mom with eager eyes, waiting for her to continue, 'and then...I'll help you...help you.'

For a moment, I thought I had misheard, because I didn't expect Mom to agree to help me
masturbate . I thought that as a teacher, Mom would never easily accept such a seemingly outrageous
suggestion. I never expected it, I really never expected it. I asked eagerly, 'Really, Mom?' Perhaps I was
too excited, because Mom almost lowered her head to her chest, and nodded slightly as an answer to my question.

In my excitement, I straightened up and hugged Mom. Mom gasped and tried to push me away. I held her tightly..."
I hugged my mother and said, "Thank you, Mom." I did it on purpose; I imagined thrusting my erect penis against her
waist , feeling the softness of her body. But I only took a small bite before letting go, afraid she'd be angry,
afraid that if I went too far, she wouldn't help me masturbate anymore. After hugging her briefly, I ran towards the bathroom, turning
back to say, "Mom, wait for me, I'll be right there."

In the bathroom, I excitedly washed my body, especially my penis, afraid my mother
would refuse me because it was dirty. After washing carefully, I suddenly realized this opportunity wasn't something you could just come up with; I should
seize it. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle my first time and would ejaculate after a few touches, which would be a waste. So,
I started masturbating, thinking that this would help me last longer and carry out my plan. Thinking that my mother
would help me masturbate soon, I excitedly rubbed myself. After ejaculating once, I was afraid it wasn't safe, so I
ejaculated . Luckily, I could still stand up. I quickly dried myself off and ran back to the bedroom. I
breathed a sigh of relief . Mom seemed very nervous, avoiding my gaze. I lay down on the bed and shifted slightly to the side, gesturing for
Mom to sit closer. I stared at her, signaling her to start, but Mom kept her head down and couldn't see my gaze. I
nudged her slightly with my leg, and Mom's body trembled, but she didn't move. In a panic, I grabbed Mom
's hand and called out, "Mom." Mom, in her nervousness, gripped my penis, but too tightly, and I cried
out . Mom quickly stopped me, afraid of waking Dad. After letting go, she saw my burning gaze and sighed softly
. She said

, "You... close your eyes... don't peek."

I obeyed and closed my eyes, then pulled down my underwear. My erect, hard penis angrily
raised its head, greedily staring at my shy and charming mother. Although my eyes were closed, I secretly peeked through a crack.
I saw my mother sitting on the edge of the bed, her face flushed. She reached out and pulled her hand back and forth several times before timidly
grasping my penis. My mother turned her head to the side, her slender fingers encircling and stroking my penis. My mother
was tall and voluptuous, with small, fair hands that were incredibly soft. Her nails were neatly trimmed, and
the calluses on her fingers were worn away, leaving them translucent. Her warm, jade-like hand held my penis, her tender fingers gently gliding over the glans. It
felt incredibly good to be touched by her hand, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. My penis grew even larger,
throbbing excitedly in my mother's soft hand. My mother was surprised by the size of my penis and turned her head,
her face full of doubt. My mother seemed quite aroused; her face was flushed, and she stared blankly at my
restless penis, clumsily stroking it. I could clearly feel her body trembling slightly.
When Mom realized she could only grasp half of it with one little hand, she hesitated for a moment, then joined in with her other little hand.
Alternating between the two, her hands worked on it, and soon my penis was throbbing with erections in her warm little hands. My previous
two attempts hadn't been in vain; despite Mom's efforts, I showed no signs of ejaculating.

She seemed a little bewildered, or perhaps her hands were tired, and she murmured to herself, "Why is it taking so long...
and still not coming out?" I opened my eyes, and our eyes met. She blushed with embarrassment and quickly looked away.
I casually said, "Mom, of course it's not easy to come out. I heard people say that you can use your mouth too,
not just your hands."

"How is that possible? How can you put that in your mouth? It's so dirty."

"It's not dirty, I washed it."

No matter what I said, Mom just wouldn't agree. After I said it twice, I didn't dare to bring it up again. I was afraid that if I pushed Mom
too far, she wouldn't help me anymore. So I changed my approach.

"Actually... Mom, I heard that other people's mothers do it naked." Mom was
incredulous. She looked at me suspiciously and said, "Don't talk nonsense! Whose mother does it naked?" I had already thought of
how to trick her, so I said, "Wang and Cai Yan's mothers both do it naked for them.
That way, when they see their mothers' naked bodies, they come right away... Xu Haoran's mother is even better. Not only does she do it
naked , but she also lets Xu Haoran touch her..."

My mom knows all the classmates I mentioned, but of course, I made all of that up to fool her;
there was no truth to it. Mom listened silently, but after a while, she suddenly stood up,
sighed . Then I saw that Mom was wearing a pink cotton thong,
the panties tightly hugging her firm, round buttocks, her buttocks jiggling so beautifully they made me want
to pajamas tonight had built-in bra supports! As soon as she took them off, her round
, high breasts were fully exposed. I stared excitedly at her breasts, my breathing becoming heavy
. She looked as if she was about to cry, and whispered,

"Hey... I'm your mom... hey... you can look, but you can't touch me... and you can't
think of anything ..."

I hurriedly agreed, but my eyes remained fixed on Mom's naked body. My mother was only wearing a
pink pair of panties. Her large, full, white breasts hung on her chest, swaying without any
sign ; her purplish-red nipples, about the size of peanuts, were slowly swelling and becoming erect. I
thought to myself: Mom is probably a little excited too, so I paid special attention to the crotch of her panties.

I lay on the bed, and Mom sat on the edge of the bed facing me, but she kept her head down, not daring to look at me, so I could
freely scan any part of her body with my eyes. Her fair and rounded legs were right in front of me, and her mysterious
crotch was within reach. Under the tight white panties, her full mons pubis was faintly visible, revealing a patch of dark flesh.

At this moment, to save energy, Mom leaned down slightly, her face getting closer and closer to my penis. Her left hand played with
my penis, and to increase my pleasure, her right hand lightly scratched my scrotum. The waves of scratching made my glans
tremble swell; the pleasure gradually increased, and my lust reached its peak.

I noticed subtle changes in my mother's body. Her breasts tightened and became larger, with
her nipples slightly upturned; her snow-white skin flushed, and her palms became hot;
and in the area I was most interested in—her mons pubis—a wet patch slowly seeped out and expanded, soaking her white panties. All these
signs indicated that while my mother was masturbating me, she herself was experiencing some
physiological response from the contact with my young body. Perhaps she wasn't actually aroused, but at least her body faithfully displayed
the basic !

As my mother's technique became more skilled, my pleasure intensified. When I fantasized about my penis penetrating her wet
vagina, I suddenly shuddered and ejaculated violently. This time, the intense pleasure caused the semen to shoot very high,
about 20cm. My mother's face was covered in semen; she froze, her
mouth slightly agape in surprise. The cloudy semen trickled down her pale cheeks, past
her nose , and into her mouth. This lewd scene gave me intense stimulation. So, looking at my mother's face and aiming at
her slightly open mouth, I ejaculated twice more. I subconsciously hoped to ejaculate into her mouth, but this time she
dodged . She continued to stroke me while frowning and wiping the semen from her face. My penis, trembling
, gradually shrank and finally went limp. Mom breathed a sigh of relief, saying with a half-smile, "
Finally then grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the semen off her face. I watched
with regret as a drop of semen almost slipped into her mouth. After wiping her face, Mom started wiping my penis. She gently
peeled back the foreskin, revealing the much smaller glans, and began to carefully clean it,
not . This gentle caress felt incredibly good. After ejaculating, a wave of exhaustion washed over me; I felt like I
couldn't even keep my eyes open, but I still had questions for Mom.

After Mom finished tidying up, she picked up the wads of tissues and got up to leave. I grabbed her
hand and asked, "Mom, can I ask you to help me again next time?"

Mom forcefully shook off my hand and walked quickly towards the door. I was extremely disappointed, but
when I heard her softly say, "We'll see..."

Having received the answer that satisfied me, I couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep, because I had already opened
that door and stood before the person inside.

Chapter Three—Mom's Little Mouth and Tender Breasts

When I woke up the next day, I decided that this was the best sleep I'd had in the days since I came back from the sy.
The wonderful feeling from last night kept replaying in my mind. This must have been my most pleasurable ejaculation ever; I
'd never felt so good before. And Mom's parting words, "We'll see," gave me endless fantasies. Mom hadn't
ruled out the possibility, turning it into reality. Mom probably hoped this was the first and last time,
but having tasted such a delicious feeling, how could I possibly let go of this married woman? Especially
last night my mother's shy face, just her hands alone gave me such intense pleasure, so
what would it feel like if she used her mouth...? If... if... I could ejaculate in my mother's mouth, what
would feel like? Just imagining my mother's slightly open mouth filled with my semen,
what would that be like? Oral sex... I need a plan.

For the next few days, I didn't do anything out of line, partly to lower my mother's guard so I could carry out my
plan, and partly because my mother had returned to her original proud demeanor. But that's okay, this should be
the inner restraint of a woman, a mother, and their last line of defense, something I
can't rush. Now, all I have to do is slowly erode my mother's proud inner lining.
If getting my mother to masturbate me was opening that door, then now I'm facing how to
take off my mother's clothes in the house.

But this peace didn't last long, and not long after, I had my mother help me masturbate
again . Having learned from the first experience, Mom felt much less psychologically conflicted this time. Although she was still shy, she
wasn't as hesitant as before, and her technique was also better. This time, I
ejaculated twice myself before asking my mother for help, which led her to believe that it was difficult for me to ejaculate. I took the opportunity to tell
her that it was because using my hand wasn't stimulating enough. My mother asked me how to make it more stimulating, and I suggested that
she mouth. She firmly refused, saying to me very seriously,

"You need to know that I am your mother, and we are mother and son. I'm helping you like this because I'm afraid you won't understand and
might do something bad to your health. If you keep thinking about other things
, then don't even think about it anymore. Do you believe I'll tell your father?"

This warning from my mother made me behave for a while, but when she helped me masturbate for the third time,
she couldn't take it anymore after more than 40 minutes. My mother couldn't help me masturbate for that long every time.
First, her hand would get tired; second, she was afraid that my father would suddenly find out; and third,
she was embarrassed to keep holding my penis because it was too stimulating. I noticed that my mom's skin was always very red after she helped me masturbate
, especially her cheeks, which looked adorably red.

After that, she brought up the topic again. This time, instead of asking her to use her mouth, I
hesitantly said I wanted to touch her breasts. She glared at me but ignored me, finishing her chores as usual and
leaving. However, I could tell from her attitude that she had taken my words to heart. It seems my mom is still the passive type
; I should try to stir things up a bit more.

One day, I went into the kitchen and found my mom changing a lightbulb on a stool. I went over and offered to help,
but she said no.

Although Mom is 170cm tall, changing a lightbulb is still a struggle. I watched as she
strained to reach her hands upwards, her small feet curled up, and pulled her clothes up to her waist,
revealing her fair, fleshy waist. She had a slight tummy, but it added to her allure, making
her waist appear very voluptuous. I remembered her fair waist when she helped me masturbate the night before, and a surge of heat rose
in I said, "Mom, that's too dangerous, let me help you." Without waiting for her reply, I stepped forward and
placed my hands on her soft waist. My hot hands pressed against her tender flesh, feeling her warmth and softness, and I
gently pinched and squeezed.

Mom was clearly taken aback by my sudden action, and she swayed unsteadily. When I touched
her waist, she began to twist, trying to shake off my hands. The violent shaking made Mom
even more unsteady, and she accidentally fell to the ground. I quickly caught her to prevent her from falling,
but I tripped over the stool she was standing on. Mom and I tumbled to the ground. When I
came to my senses , I realized that Mom and I were already on the ground.

I found that my arms were around Mom, one arm around her back, and the other hand that was stroking her...
My mother's soft hands were already inside her clothes, and with a slight movement, I began to knead her waist.

At this moment, my mother came to her senses and realized we were embracing so intimately. She instinctively tried
to pull away.

I quickly pretended to be concerned and asked, "Mom, did I hurt you? It's all my fault, I didn't hold you properly." I
looked steadily at her. Perhaps my words stunned her; she stared at me blankly, speechless.
Looking at her slightly parted lips, I instinctively kissed her.

My mother resisted with her lips tightly closed, but I just kept kissing her lips. I didn't know what a real
kiss was like; I was just imitating, so besides the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything
special. I kept trying to pry her lips open with my tongue. As my right finger moved in and out, my mother's
juices flowed freely, and her lips relaxed. Just then, her mouth gently opened, and I took the opportunity to
slip my tongue into her mouth. Who knew that once it was inside, I would know how good it was. My mother's mouth was wet and slippery. When
my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock came from the tip. Naturally, I wasn't going to
let such pleasure pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. At first, my mother tried to dodge, but there was nowhere
to hide. She was tightly wrapped and sucked by my tongue.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...sizzle...sizzle...mmm..."

My mother almost gave up resisting, letting my tongue swirl in her mouth, even involuntarily sucking
on my tongue. I kissed my mother passionately, one hand kneading her breasts, the other hand fiddling with her
vagina inside her panties.

For a long, long time, my mother pushed me away, panting heavily. I was already enjoying it, and begged, "Mom,
again." I kissed her again. This time I improved. I sucked my mother's fragrant tongue into my mouth, slowly
savoring it. My mother was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss. We kissed for who knows how long, my tongue was a little numb,
but I lingered on the feeling of my mother's tongue and didn't want to leave.

A moment later, Mom suddenly pulled my hand away from her kissing lips.

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