My teacher mom

This story about 　　my teacher, my mother, happened the year I was taking the college entrance exam. My mother was a physics teacher at a well-known cram school in Kaohsiung, while my father worked

for an American company. We lived in Kaohsiung. Two years prior, my father's company had promoted him to sales manager and transferred him to the Taipei headquarters.

Because my father was very capable and handled his work efficiently, the American company quickly promoted him to general manager of sales for the Taiwan region. Our

whole family was overjoyed. My father loved us very much, and my mother and I were the first to know about his promotion. We were happy for my father's achievement, and my father, who worked in Taipei, said he wanted to bring us to settle there.

At that time, we were discussing moving with my mother. She was a very famous teacher in the Kaohsiung cram school industry, with a mature and beautiful appearance; some called her the "Li Qianrong of the cram school world."

Since I was her only child, she maintained a very good figure, appearing like a mature woman who had never been married. Many young students came to her specifically for tutoring because they admired her.

Because of the heavy workload of high school and university entrance exams, my mother, for the sake of her students' studies and the foundation she had built in the cram school industry in Kaohsiung, declined my father's suggestion to move to Taipei. My father asked me if I wanted to live with him in Taipei, but I didn't express any opinion at the time and didn't know how to decide.

Later, my mother suggested that my father keep me in Kaohsiung until I took the university entrance exam. If I got into a university in Taipei, I could go to study in the north and live with my father. During this period, I would live with my mother temporarily so she could supervise my studies. My father accepted my mother's suggestion, believing that this was the most crucial time in my life and it wasn't suitable for me to make any major changes.

Later, my father had to travel outside Taiwan for company business, meeting with foreign clients everywhere. He had fewer and fewer opportunities to stay in Taiwan, let alone in Taipei. He only spent a total of 90-odd days in Taipei a year. Gradually, I stopped paying attention to whether my father cared about our lives. I would

only occasionally receive long-distance calls from my father to ask if my mother and I were doing well. He often told me on the phone to listen to my mother and study hard so that I would have a good future.

I'd heard those words on the phone countless times. I didn't want to talk to him. If my mother was home, I'd only say a few words before calling her to answer. If she wasn't home, I'd say I needed to study and hang up abruptly.

I don't know how long this went on.

During this period of intense preparation for the university entrance exam, I'd stay home after school, studying the reference books I'd already read countless times. My enthusiasm for the exam had been worn down by this long preparation time. I'd often get distracted at my desk. Because I'd made a promise with my mother before the exams were over, I had put the computer away.

One Saturday morning—I remember it was a hot day—I'd gotten into the habit of getting up early. When I woke up, the house was empty, as usual. My mother had already gone to her tutoring class. There was only a note from her and two hundred-yuan bills on the table. The note read:

'Breakfast is in the kitchen, Jun. Dinner is your own responsibility.' I

habitually took the hundred-yuan note without reading its contents, went to the kitchen to find the breakfast my mother had prepared, ate it, and then slowly walked back to my study to continue reading all day. Soon it was 7 or 8 pm, and after a quick dinner, I sat in the living room, staring at the ceiling. For the past few years, I'd been living alone in this house; my mother wouldn't come home until after 11 pm.

Bored, I pulled out my computer, which hadn't been used in ages, wanting to browse the internet for news and check MSN to see who was online. I don't know if it was the wrong time, but my MSN friends were either busy or had left. That was fine; I was too lazy to chat with them anyway, since we'd meet at school on Monday.

At this moment, an unknown contact sent me a website address. I didn't know him either. The message simply said, "Come in and take a look, satisfaction guaranteed." Curious and unsure what to do, I clicked the hyperlink to see what was special. It led to an adult website, which seemed to be selling adult DVDs. I noticed that most of the DVDs were labeled with terms like "incest," "incestuous relationships," "stepmother," and "mother and son."

This was the first time I'd seen such titles. In my mind, adult DVDs were usually about young Japanese women having sex with people of various races. Why were there adult videos like this?

I spent some time browsing the website's products and reading the descriptions. The passionate, ethically charged language slowly left its mark on my mind. My heart raced, I felt thirsty, and my palms sweated.

The brief descriptions and screenshots gradually caused physical changes; my genitals began to erect and throb, and my hand unconsciously pressed against my penis.

Good heavens, I can't believe I reacted so strongly to this type of porn. After quickly browsing the entire adult website, I closed the webpage and calmed myself down in front of the computer screen. I looked down at my swollen penis.

It seems that during these days of intense studying, I've forgotten the basic human physiological need of masturbation. I desperately want to find something to release my surging emotions. My throbbing, aching penis—isn't that what people call "sperm filling the brain"?

My heart pounded, and I reopened the webpage, using Google to search for the blood-pumping title I'd just seen: "incest." Thousands of results quickly appeared. I randomly clicked on one; it was a forum post.

The content described how a nephew and aunt had sex. The content was outrageous. The protagonist drugged and raped his aunt, and the writing was incredibly erotic, describing the sexual act vividly. It made me want to masturbate even more.

At this point, I wanted to see if there were any other posts on the forum. I clicked on the previous page, and sure enough, many posts appeared before my eyes, filled with various stories about incestuous sex.

There were also stories about grandfathers and granddaughters, which I noticed, but I kept searching. Suddenly, I came across an article titled "Me and My Mother." Just reading it made my penis throb. I clicked on it to see how the protagonist had sex with his mother.

After reading, I discovered that the protagonist was a man with an Oedipus complex. He had been curious about his mother's body since childhood, and then he would voyeuristically watch her change clothes and bathe. Even more audacious, he would watch his mother and father having sex, and fantasize that he was the one having sex with his mother, masturbating incessantly.

Later, his mother discovered his inappropriate behavior and tried to stop him, but unexpectedly, he attacked her, forcing himself on her and engaging in unethical acts. Eventually, his mother succumbed to his lewdness, and every night he would pin her down on the bed and fuck her until he was exhausted.

What's outrageous is that if the father and mother had sex that night, the son in the story would still continue to do the depraved thing on top of his mother after his father fell asleep, and he would even move his lower body next to his sleeping father and have passionate intercourse with his mother without his father noticing.

This exciting plot was incredibly stimulating for me. I unconsciously took out my penis and started stroking it up and down until I read the passage about the mother and son's passionate encounter and then collapsed on the bed, where I ejaculated.

My God, what a stimulating plot! The images in the article were slowly surfacing in my mind. The son in the article fantasized about me, but what about the mother being violated? What would she look like? Naturally, I projected my own mother's image onto her.

My God, oh~ it made me even more excited and aroused. My hand stroking my penis faster and faster, recalling the scene in the article, and I quickly ejaculated again...

After releasing my sexual desire, looking at my limp penis, I felt a strange sense of guilt. How could I be so evil as to have such fantasies about my own mother...

I cursed my depraved thoughts, quickly put away the computer, and went back to my study to read.

Sitting in my seat, I felt my energy waning after two consecutive bouts of physical exertion while reading. The dense text and complex problems made my mind sluggish, and I grew drowsy. Fortunately, I slumped onto the table for a short nap. I don't know how long I slept, but I heard a soft voice calling, "Xiao Jun! Xiao Jun!!"

I slowly woke up, my eyes still blurry, and saw my mother. She leaned down and called softly in my ear. Although I was still sleepy, I was happy to know she was back. I glanced at the clock on the table; it was already 12:30 AM. My mother

said, "Xiao Jun! Go to bed if you're tired from reading. Don't overwork yourself. You can read tomorrow! Get up and rest!"

Still half-asleep, I noticed that two buttons on my mother's collar were undone, allowing me to glimpse her breasts and black bra. I could faintly smell her perfume.

I sat up and looked at my mother. I noticed she was wearing a women's suit with a tight-fitting short skirt; she was a woman exuding maturity.

I obeyed her, quickly washed up, and went to bed. My mother gently said goodnight to me. Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep at all, tossing and turning.

Slowly, I recalled the incestuous stories about mothers and sons I had seen online, the process of mothers and sons having sex. My genitals became erect again, and my hand unconsciously caressed and stroked them. I even fantasized about having sex with my mother.

Soon, I reached orgasm and accidentally ejaculated on the blanket. I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe myself clean, only then realizing that my feelings towards my mother had changed drastically. Gradually, I fell asleep…

The weekend passed quickly. Back at school, I was again burdened by the relentless pressure of my studies, feeling suffocated. By the time I got home, I was exhausted and had no motivation to study.

At this time, I was in my pre-teens and had a great interest in female bodies. However, I attended an all-boys school with no female classmates, so I didn't have many female friends, at most some junior high school classmates, but we rarely kept in touch, and I almost never talked to girls.

My knowledge of female genitalia came from conversations with classmates or watching porn, but most of the porn I watched had mosaics covering the images, so I couldn't see clearly. Therefore, the structure of female reproductive organs has always been something I wanted to understand but dared not touch.

After reading articles about incest between mother and son, I now fantasize about having sex with my mother because this unethical and taboo topic is what intrigues me most at this age of youthful vigor.

Every time I masturbate, I fantasize about having sex with my mother, but at most I think about her appearance, but what about her body structure? I really don't know.

There are still more than 10 days until the first university entrance exam. During this crucial sprint, whenever I am alone, my libido is at its peak. In these days, I can't concentrate on any mock exams.

I constantly want to have sex and want to know what sex feels like. What does it feel like to penetrate a woman's vagina? These thoughts filled my mind.

At my desk, with a swollen, erect penis always twitching between my legs, I would masturbate several times every night. I was going crazy; I couldn't concentrate on my studies.

Soon, my mock exam scores plummeted. My mother noticed the unsatisfactory results and began to worry about my academic decline.

I couldn't tell her that I fantasized about having sex with her every night; I couldn't bring myself to say it. I just casually told her I would try to improve.

However, the greatest enemy is oneself. I knew that without defeating my inner demons, I couldn't improve, but this incestuous demon had arrogantly taken over my mind. The incestuous thoughts grew stronger each day, driving my body to do things I shouldn't have…

I slowly explained that my grades were getting worse each time. I knew, and my mother knew too. She was very worried and kept asking if I needed tutoring.

I said, "No, Mom, I can improve my current situation. I'm just under a lot of pressure right now. Maybe I can find the source of my pressure." I didn't even know what I was saying to my mother.

Mother: "Hearing what I say, you can only be at ease for now and see how I improve."

Mother also reduced her tutoring classes to only until 5 PM, meaning I could see her as soon as I got home from school. To reduce my number of classes and shorten my teaching hours, she stayed up late reading to me every night, and I was very grateful to her.

However, with lustful thoughts swirling within me, seeing my mother at home every night—the only woman I saw—my libido surged. I stared at her while eating, and I did everything with my eyes on her.

At night, I started reading. Mother came in carrying a stack of materials that seemed to be for tomorrow's tutoring classes. At first, I was reading, but my mind often wandered. The thought of my son having sex with his mother made my penis hard again, and I would steal glances at her chest, trying to see the shape of her breasts. Unfortunately,

the desk blocked my view. Sometimes I would deliberately drop a pen or other object and squat down to look at her genitals. When she was wearing shorts, her legs were crossed; when she was wearing long pants, her legs were open. Usually, I would fail to see her.

I started peeking at my mother while she showered, but I could only peek through a tiny crack at the bottom of the bathroom, barely seeing her heels. Even then, my penis would immediately become erect. The bathroom door could be opened with a coin, and a few times I tried to peek through the crack, but I never had the courage.

One day, I was coming home from school and didn't see my mother showering. She, too, didn't see me come home. She came out of the bathroom wearing only her underwear and passed my study. I was heading towards my study, facing her directly.

My mother screamed in surprise, "Why didn't you make a sound when you came back?!"

Her sudden scream allowed me to see her body. It was amazing! Time seemed to freeze for about seven or eight minutes. My erect penis instantly became hard. I deliberately stood still, and my mother's gaze naturally lingered on my genitals.

My mother quickly ran into her room and closed the door. I went back to my study.

At that moment, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I sat down, immediately unzipped my pants, and stroked my swollen penis, recalling the scene from just now.

My mother's breasts were probably C-cup but slightly sagging, with dark, protruding nipples. She had no lower abdomen, and her black panties revealed distinct folds of skin around her genitals. Her body smelled sweet after a bath, and her fair skin had a rosy glow.

Just imagining these images made my penis incredibly hard, and I kept rubbing it, wanting to ejaculate a thick stream of semen.

Then, I heard my mother's call, snapping me out of my reverie. She wanted me to come out for dinner…

Helpless, I had to hunch my already erect penis back into my pants and walk out of the room towards the dining room.

My mother was serving rice with her back to me, standing next to my seat. As I quietly moved from behind her to my seat, my body pressed against hers.

Whether it was intentional on my part or something I genuinely wanted to do, as our backs met, my erect penis slowly slid across my mother's fleshy buttocks. Especially when it got stuck between her buttocks, I needed to use my waist strength to pull it through; otherwise, if it got stuck between her legs, I might ejaculate.

My mother was startled, shifting forward. She immediately put down her bowl of rice and reached behind her to grab what was touching her sensitive area. Her quick hand swept over my glans, and she saw that it was me behind her. She suddenly realized what she had touched and quickly moved aside.

By this time, I was already seated, my penis still throbbing painfully under the table. My mother, blushing, finished the long dinner with me…

It was the first time my mother had caught me masturbating.

I still remember that time clearly. I had started stealing my mother's underwear to atone for my actions, using it as a substitute for her body.

That time, I was passionately masturbating, sucking on my mother's panties, my eyes closed, imagining her body. My left and right hands were constantly alternating, rubbing my swollen penis. My textbooks were on the desk, and on top of them was my mother's bra, and I was fantasizing about her bouncing breasts.

At that moment, my mother silently walked in, carrying fruit. Seeing my actions, she was surprised and angry, shouting at me loudly. Startled by the sudden noise, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen, mostly onto my mother's panties, especially her groin area, with some also

hitting her abdomen. My mother was furious at my actions and also frightened by the semen on her. She pulled the panties out of my mouth, wiped the semen off herself, and took the bra from the desk. She glared at me angrily, her gaze sometimes drifting to my penis.

Judging from her expression, she didn't know what to say to me. She turned and left my study. The embarrassing scene of my masturbation being caught by my mother left a deep impression on me. I don't know when, but the thought of revenge against my mother began to take root in my mind...

Gradually, I started to challenge my mother's tolerance. I neglected my studies and often let her catch me masturbating unintentionally. Sometimes I would stand at the bathroom sink and masturbate while smelling my mother's freshly washed underwear.

Or I would walk behind her and press my hard penis between her legs. Sometimes when my mother was washing dishes, I would deliberately fight her for the tap, deliberately touch her breasts with my arm, and deliberately touch her most sensitive nipples when I shook off the water. Every time I did this, she would yell at me.

Even more outrageous, when we were watching TV in the living room, I would deliberately display my hard penis in front of her and touch it with my hand. My mother's reaction was the same: she would loudly scold me.

Such challenges have occurred countless days and nights…

It seems my mother is getting more and more used to it…

My mother is giving me handjobs:

it's true, for some reason, my mother's temperament has changed drastically. Recently, I've noticed that when my father makes long-distance calls home, my mother often argues with him on the phone. She often hangs up angrily, her eyes red, and walks back to her room, slamming the door shut.

I don't know what's happening inside, although at this time I'm still, as usual, exposing my large penis to her, stroking it in front of her.

My mother pretends not to see what I'm doing, acting as if she's doing her own thing, but I know she's paying attention to my penis's reaction, swallowing saliva from time to time. Her feigned indifference is the driving force behind my erection; each time I masturbate in front of my mother, it lasts for about 10 minutes.

Sometimes I would intentionally ejaculate on the documents my mother was organizing, or on her hair or face, and sometimes even inside her chest. These ejaculations would usually result in her yelling and cursing, but I would ignore her, go to my room, close the door, and do my own thing, waiting for my penis to become erect again before coming out to masturbate in front of her.

Just as I returned to my study, waiting for my second erection and preparing to go find my mother to release my pent-up desire, she opened my bedroom door, came in, and closed the door.

Sitting beside me, tears streaming down her face, she asked, "Xiaojun, what's wrong with you? Why have you become like this? What happened? Were you bullied at school?"

My mother bowed her head and cried, saying, "Xiaojun, Mom hopes you can go back to normal and continue to work hard in your studies. I don't want you to go astray. You are Mom's only hope. I've worked so hard to raise you, and this is how you repay me? Is this right? You are my son. I will definitely help you solve any problems you encounter, no matter how big the difficulties are. Just tell Mom, don't treat me like this."

As she spoke, my mother cried even louder…

Hearing my mother's words, I felt a strange pang of sadness. I began to tell her about my strong sexual desires during puberty and how they had led me astray, making me lose myself in the pleasure after ejaculation. My

mother was also the girl I had been in contact with the most, so it was inevitable that I would have fantasies about her. However, regarding my recent behavior towards her, I lied and said I didn't know why I did it.

I emphasized to my mother, "I want relief."

After a long while, my mother remained sobbing with her head down, never looking up at me.

Then, she raised her head and slowly said, "Xiaojun, you want relief, right?"

I looked at her and replied, "Yes~ I need liberation, otherwise I'll go crazy."

My mother nodded and looked at me, saying, "Xiaojun, as long as you focus on your studies and get into university, I'll help you relieve your needs..."

At this point, I still didn't understand what my mother meant. Then, my mother knelt between my legs, pulled out my penis which was covered by my clothes, and whispered in amazement, "So big..."

Then she gently took my glans into her mouth, her tongue roaming over the crown and swirling around the slit. Her mouth couldn't take the entire penis in; a third was still outside. My

mother laboriously swallowed and released my penis; each suck, release, lick, and swirl felt like a thousand ants crawling on my glans, causing an itch.

My mother had my glans in her mouth, her left and right hands alternating as she rubbed my penis, licking it completely clean, then sucking down to my testicles, her hands constantly kneading my shaft.

At her urging, I reached down and unbuttoned the top four buttons of her blouse, then reached inside to knead her breasts.

Wow, my hands couldn't fully grasp them; my fingers pinched her nipples, which, though a little loose, were still very fleshy.

My penis, in response to her sucking and teasing of her breasts and nipples, emitted moans of pleasure, "Mmm, mmm..." Then, my penis erupted, ejaculating thick semen, spraying it completely onto her face and into her mouth.

After my mother saw that I had already ejaculated, she got up to straighten my clothes, which I had unbuttoned and which revealed half of my breasts. She told me to study hard and then turned and left my study...

leaving me still panting and not yet recovered, my penis still throbbing...

My first sexual encounter with my mother:

Whenever I was about to start studying, I would ask my mother to give me oral sex. She always complied. Sometimes I would ask her not to wear any clothes, but she always refused. After negotiating with her repeatedly, she agreed to expose her upper body. Exposing her upper body was her bottom line; otherwise, she had no choice.

Seeing how determined she was, I had no choice but to go along with her. Sometimes when my mother was sitting at her desk organizing her documents, I would ask her to give me oral sex again.

She looked at me and said, "Didn't you just ejaculate 10 minutes ago? How come

you want it again now?" I said, "If you don't believe me, look down there."

She looked under the desk, and sure enough, my penis was standing erect between my legs, throbbing. She glanced at me and said, "You brat, why aren't you concentrating on your studies when you're so energetic?"

As she spoke, she bent down under the desk and, as usual, gave me oral sex. When my mother started giving me oral sex to relieve her desire, she would walk around the house shirtless, her breasts swaying and bouncing with her steps, which kept my penis energized all day.

Her mouth never stopped touching my penis, because as soon as my penis became engorged, she knew my need had returned, and she would proactively squat down and start giving me oral sex.

I would wander around the house without pants on. Sometimes, halfway through a meal, my penis would get hard, and before I could even say anything, my mother would squat down to relieve my discomfort. I then realized that my mother's eyes were always on my penis's reaction at home, and she had become a professional oral sex machine...

Gradually, I got tired of my mother's mouth... I wanted to explore more mysterious places.

Now, when my mother and I are reading in the study, one hand holds a pen while the other constantly caresses and kneads her breasts, my fingers teasing her dark red nipples. She often trembles from my teasing, unable to concentrate on her homework, and I love it when she does this.

Seeing her helpless expression, my penis becomes erect again. Just as my mother notices my arousal, she gets up and kneels under the table, preparing for her familiar actions.

But this time, I stop her. I pull her up from under the desk. She looks at me suspiciously, seemingly startled by my actions. I lift her up and sit her on my desk, facing me.

My gaze is fixed on her breasts. I gently suckle her nipple, my hands kneading her flesh. At this moment, my left hand enters her vagina, and she doesn't resist.

I placed my mother's legs over my shoulders, raising her buttocks so her panties were fully exposed before my eyes. I reached out and pulled down her panties, and what I saw next was exactly what I had been curious about. Her

moist vulva was covered by dark pubic hair. I sniffed it; there was a strong, pungent, erotic smell. I used my fingers to pry open her labia majora and minora, and there was her clitoris, which my classmates had often talked about, right before my eyes. My penis throbbed violently.

I composed myself, inserted my right middle finger into her vulva, and pressed my thumb against her clitoris. My hand trembled, and my mother let out a wanton moan, squeezing my hand tightly between her legs. At this point, my hand could hardly tremble anymore.

I was a little angry. I stood up and used my left hand to spread my mother's thighs apart. By this time, my penis was ready. My right hand had already left her vagina. I spread her legs with both hands, and my mother sat on my desk facing me.

I stood up and used my hands to spread her legs apart, using my body to prevent her legs from closing again. Her vagina was now perpendicular to my penis. At this moment, I quickly pulled my mother's buttocks back towards my body.

My penis was now pressed against my mother's pubic hair. This was the first time I had been directly against my mother's genitals, and I was a little unsure how to enter. When my mother realized what I was about to do, she nervously tried to push me away, constantly shifting her lower body.

But she couldn't push away my hands, which were already tightly holding her buttocks. She shouted, "Jun! No! No! This is breaking our promise!" I ignored her.

My mother shouted, "Don't do this! No! Mom will give you oral sex! Mom will give you oral sex, put Mom down, spare Mom!"

I still didn't speak, but just pressed her buttocks closer to my body with my hands. My mother kept dodging, which actually helped me. When she dodged, she raised her buttocks and lifted her vulva upwards.

Before penetration, my glans was positioned between her vaginal opening and anus. My mother's evasive movements stimulated my glans, causing it to throb and slide into the entrance of her vagina.

When I felt there was an opening to penetrate, I pressed down hard with both hands, and my entire penis slid into my mother's warm, moist vagina. At that moment, my waist erupted with primal instinct, repeatedly thrusting into my mother's vulva, my penis withdrawing and re-entering within her flesh.

The walls of my mother's vagina tightly enveloped my penis. I continued to accelerate my thrusts, the table lamp and books on the table falling to the ground from the impact. By the time my mother realized a thick penis was ramming inside her, it was too late; she gave up resisting and instead enjoyed the pleasure of being thrust into.

Wave after wave of impacts—this was also my first time penetrating my mother—and after eleven or twelve thrusts, I quickly reached orgasm. I was surprised at how quickly I ejaculated.

My throbbing penis was still twitching inside my mother, ejaculating. After a few seconds, I pulled out my drooping penis and looked at my mother, puzzled. My semen slowly flowed out of her vagina, and her lower abdomen was still twitching.

My mother quickly came to her senses, jumped off the desk, and rushed into the bathroom, leaving me with a face full of confusion, wondering why I had ejaculated so quickly...

My penis was still panting and throbbing...

Then I heard the sound of my mother rinsing off in the bathroom. I came to my senses and wanted to find my mother to ask her what was going on. At this moment, my penis was erect again. I was even more puzzled as to why it was erect again so quickly...

Wasn't it supposed to take more than 10 minutes to get hard again?

I quickly went to the bathroom, holding the doorbell lock to open the door and ask my mother, but found the door locked. I quickly found a flat, round, hard object, unlocked the doorbell lock, and pushed the door open to enter the bathroom.

I saw my mother washing her genitals with her back to me. Without asking any questions, I directly held my mother's waist and inserted myself into her vagina.

My mother was startled by this sudden action. Looking back, it was too late; I had already grabbed her waist, my penis aimed directly at her anus.

Suddenly, I found it even harder to penetrate than before, but I didn't want to give up. I was already pressing against my mother's vulva—I still thought it was her vagina—so I held her waist with both hands, using my hands to stabilize her groin, and thrust my engorged penis in even harder.

Sure enough, perseverance pays off; I finally broke through the difficult opening. This time, my mother's vagina was even tighter, enveloping my penis even more. My hands kept rubbing her sagging breasts from behind, swaying back and forth—it felt so good!

After my breakthrough, my mother cried out, "Ah~ Ah~!"

With each thrust, the sound of my thighs colliding with my mother's buttocks—'slap, slap, slap, slap…'—accompanied by her loud moans, her reaction only fueled my arousal, making my thrusts even more intense.

Suddenly, my penis slipped out of my mother's anus. I quickly grabbed it with my hand, preparing to insert it again. My mother said, "Jun, that's my asshole. Come on, come in here."

My mother guided my penis from behind into her real vagina. This time, the sensation wasn't as pleasurable as in her anus.

But this was my mother's real vagina. It felt just like this when I was having sex with her on the desk. I thrust in and out more easily, but the speed didn't slow down.

The sounds of 'slap, slap, slap, slap, slap…' echoed in the bathroom. My mother's hands were around the bathtub as I fucked her in a doggy style, my hands constantly kneading her breasts. My mother kept biting her lip, her expression one of utter pleasure. Seeing her so comfortable, I thrust even harder.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered the position I had used in the study, which I thought was good. I turned my mother over to face me, but there was no desk in the bathroom for her to sit on.

So I picked up my mother, pressed her against the wall, lifted her right leg, exposing her vulva, and then inserted my erect penis into her vagina, thrusting into the deepest part of her vagina again. After twenty or thirty thrusts, a tingling sensation ran through my lower back, and I ejaculated my largest load of semen inside her vagina. I didn't pull my penis out for a long time, maintaining the position of intercourse.

The mother and son were panting. I thrust my penis deep into my mother's vagina, ejaculating my thick semen inside her...

We didn't speak to each other for a long time. Finally, my mother spoke: "Jun, you've already ejaculated inside Mom's uterus... Do you know? I'll get pregnant, do you know?"

When I heard "pregnant," I knew what it meant. I would be a father... a responsible father...

My mother and I didn't move our bodies, remaining in the intercourse position. After hearing my mother's words, I thrust into her vagina again with force. My mother moaned softly, "Ah..."

I lifted my mother's left leg, and she clung to me like a koala. My hands were under her buttocks as I carried her to her bedroom and placed her on the bed, my body still pressed against hers.

The only difference was that my lower body began to sway, and my mother's hips responded to my movements, the sounds of 'slap, slap, slap…' echoing in another room along with her panting…

This happened the year I was taking my college entrance exams in my senior year of high school. My mother was a physics teacher at a well-known cram school in Kaohsiung, and my father worked for an American company. The family lived in Kaohsiung.

Two years prior, my father's company had promoted him to sales manager and transferred him to the Taipei headquarters.

Because my father was a very capable person and handled his work perfectly, the American company quickly promoted him to general manager of sales for the Taiwan region.

Our whole family was very happy, and my father loved us very much. My mother and I were the first to know about his promotion. My mother and I were happy for my father's achievement, and my father, who worked in Taipei, said he wanted to bring us to Taipei to settle down. At

that time, we were discussing the relocation with my mother. Because my mother taught at a cram school in Kaohsiung, she was a very famous teacher in the cram school industry, with a mature and beautiful appearance, and some people called her the Lee Chien-jung of the cram school world.

Because I was an only child, I maintained a great figure, appearing like a mature woman who had never been married. Many young students came specifically for tutoring because they admired me.

Due to the heavy workload of high school and university entrance exams, my mother, for the sake of her students' studies and the foundation she had built in the Kaohsiung tutoring industry, declined my father's suggestion to move to Taipei. My father asked if I wanted to live with him in Taipei, but I didn't express any opinion at the time and didn't know how to decide.

Later, my mother suggested that my father keep me in Kaohsiung until I took the university entrance exam. If I got into a university in Taipei, I could attend and live with my father. During this period, I would temporarily live with my mother, who could also supervise my studies. My father accepted my mother's suggestion, believing that this was a crucial time in my life and not suitable for any major changes.

Later, my father had to travel outside Taiwan for company business, meeting with foreign clients everywhere. He had fewer and fewer opportunities to stay in Taiwan, let alone Taipei. He only spent a total of 90-odd days in Taipei a year. Gradually, I stopped paying attention to whether my father was concerned about our lives.

I would only occasionally receive long-distance calls from my father to inquire if my mother and I were alright. He would often tell me on the phone to listen to my mother, study hard, and that this would give me a good future.

I had heard these words countless times on the phone, and I didn't want to talk to him. Usually, if my mother was home, I would only say a few words before calling her to answer. If she wasn't home, I would say I needed to study and hang up hastily.

I don't know how long this went on.

During this period of intense preparation for the university entrance exam, I would stay at home after school to study, looking at the reference books I had already read countless times. The enthusiasm for the exam was worn down by this long preparation period. I would often be distracted at my desk. Because I had agreed with my mother before the exam that I wouldn't play any video games, I put away my computer.

One Saturday morning, I remember it was a hot day. I'd made it a habit to get up early, and the house was empty as usual. My mother had already gone to her tutoring class. There was only a note from her and two hundred-dollar bills on the table. The note read:

'Breakfast is in the kitchen, prepare your own dinner.'

As usual, I didn't read the note before taking the bills, went to the kitchen, found the breakfast my mother had prepared, ate it, and then slowly walked back to my study to continue studying all day. Soon it was 7 or 8 pm, and after a quick dinner, I sat in the living room, staring at the ceiling. For the past few years, I'd lived alone in this house; my mother wouldn't come home until after 11 pm.

Bored, I pulled out my computer, which hadn't been used in a long time, wanting to check online for news and see who was online on MSN. I don't know if it was because I logged on at the wrong time, but my MSN friends were either busy or had left. That was fine; I was too lazy to chat with them anyway, since we'd meet again at school on Monday.

At this moment, an unknown contact sent me a website address. I didn't know him either. The message simply said, "Come in and take a look, satisfaction guaranteed." Curious and unsure what to do, I clicked the hyperlink to see what was special. It led to an adult website, which seemed to be selling adult DVDs. I noticed that most of the DVDs were labeled with terms like "incest," "incestuous relationships," "stepmother," and "mother and son."

This was the first time I'd seen such titles. In my mind, adult DVDs were usually about young Japanese women having sex with people of various races. Why were there adult videos like this?

I spent some time browsing the website's products and reading the descriptions. The passionate, ethically charged language slowly left its mark on my mind. My heart raced, I felt thirsty, and my palms sweated.

The brief descriptions and screenshots gradually caused physical changes; my genitals began to erect and throb, and my hand unconsciously pressed against my penis.

Good heavens, I can't believe I reacted so strongly to this type of porn. After quickly browsing the entire adult website, I closed the webpage and calmed myself down in front of the computer screen. I looked down at my swollen penis.

It seems that during these days of intense studying, I've forgotten the basic human physiological need of masturbation. I desperately want to find something to release my surging emotions. My throbbing, aching penis—isn't that what people call "sperm filling the brain"?

My heart pounded, and I reopened the webpage, using Google to search for the blood-pumping title I'd just seen: "incest." Thousands of results quickly appeared. I randomly clicked on one; it was a forum post.

The content described how a nephew and aunt had sex. The content was outrageous. The protagonist drugged and raped his aunt, and the writing was incredibly erotic, describing the sexual act vividly. It made me want to masturbate even more.

At this point, I wanted to see if there were any other posts on the forum. I clicked on the previous page, and sure enough, many posts appeared before my eyes, filled with various stories about incestuous sex.

There were also stories about grandfathers and granddaughters, which I noticed, but I kept searching. Suddenly, I came across an article titled "Me and My Mother." Just reading it made my penis throb. I clicked on it to see how the protagonist had sex with his mother.

After reading, I discovered that the protagonist was a man with an Oedipus complex. He had been curious about his mother's body since childhood, and then he would voyeuristically watch her change clothes and bathe. Even more audacious, he would watch his mother and father having sex, and fantasize that he was the one having sex with his mother, masturbating incessantly.

Later, his mother discovered his inappropriate behavior and tried to stop him, but unexpectedly, he attacked her, forcing himself on her and engaging in unethical acts. Eventually, his mother succumbed to his lewdness, and every night he would pin her down on the bed and fuck her until he was exhausted.

What's outrageous is that if the father and mother had sex that night, the son in the story would still continue to do the depraved thing on top of his mother after his father fell asleep, even passionately engaging in intercourse with his sleeping mother next to him, without his father discovering it.

This stimulating plot was incredibly arousing for me. I unconsciously took out my penis and started stroking it until I read the passage about the mother and son's passionate encounter and then collapsed on the bed, ejaculating.

My God, what a stimulating plot! The images in the story were slowly surfacing in my mind. The son in the story fantasized about me, but what about the mother being violated? What would she look like? Naturally, I projected my own mother's image onto her.

My God, oh~ it made me even more excited and aroused. My hand stroking my penis faster and faster, recalling the scene in the story, and I quickly ejaculated again…

After releasing my sexual desire, looking at my limp penis, I felt a strange sense of guilt. How could I be so evil as to have such fantasies about my own mother…

Cursing my own foolish thoughts, I quickly put away the computer and went back to my study to read.

Sitting in my seat, I felt my energy waning after two consecutive bouts of physical exertion. Looking at the dense text and the questions that required comprehension, my mind slowly became sluggish, and I felt drowsy. Fortunately, I slumped onto the table and took a nap. I don't know how long I slept, but I heard a soft voice calling, "Xiao Jun! Xiao Jun!!"

I slowly woke up, and through my blurry eyes, I saw my mother. She leaned down and whispered in my ear. Although I was still a little sleepy, I was happy to know my mother was back. I glanced at the clock on the table; it was already 12:30 AM.

My mother said to me, "Xiaojun! Go to bed if you're tired from reading. Don't overwork yourself. You can read again tomorrow! Get up and rest!"

I was still half-asleep when I noticed that two buttons on my mother's collar were undone, allowing me to peek inside. I could vaguely see her breasts and black bra, and I could faintly smell her perfume.

I sat up and examined my mother. I realized she was wearing a women's suit with a tight-fitting short skirt; she was a mature woman.

I obeyed her, quickly washed up, and went to bed. My mother gently said goodnight to me. Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep at all. I tossed and turned, unable to drift off.

Slowly, I recalled the incestuous stories I'd read online, the scenes of mother and son having sex. My penis became erect again, and my hand unconsciously caressed and stroked it. I even fantasized about having sex with my mother.

The climax came quickly, and I accidentally ejaculated onto the blanket. I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe it clean, only then realizing how drastically my feelings towards my mother had changed. Gradually, I fell asleep…

The weekend passed quickly, and back at school, I was again burdened by the relentless pressure of my studies, feeling suffocated. By the time I got home, I was exhausted and had no energy left to study.

At this time, I was in my pre-adolescent years, and I had a great interest in female bodies. However, I attended an all-boys school, and there were no female classmates, so I didn't have many female friends. At most, I had some junior high school classmates, but we rarely kept in touch,

and I almost never spoke to girls. My knowledge of female genitalia came from conversations with classmates or watching porn, but most of the porn I watched had mosaics covering the images, so I couldn't see clearly. Therefore, the structure of female reproductive organs was something I wanted to understand but dared not touch.

After reading articles about incest between mother and son, I now fantasize about having sex with my mother because this unethical and taboo topic is what intrigues me most at this age of youthful vigor.

Every time I masturbate, it's in the form of fantasies about having sex with my mother. But at most, I can only imagine her face; what about her physical anatomy? I honestly don't know.

There are still more than ten days until the first entrance exam. During this crucial sprint, whenever I'm alone, my libido is at its peak. These past few days, I haven't been able to concentrate on any mock exams.

My mind is constantly filled with thoughts of sex, wanting to know what sex feels like, what it feels like to penetrate a woman's vagina. These thoughts fill my mind.

At my desk, under the desk, my swollen, red penis is always erect, and I masturbate several times every night. I'm going crazy; I can't concentrate on my studies.

Soon, my mock exam scores dropped significantly. My mother noticed the unsatisfactory results and started to worry about why my grades were declining.

I can't tell her that I fantasize about having sex with her every night; I can't bring myself to say it. I just casually tell her I'll try to improve.

However, a person's greatest enemy is themselves. I understand that without defeating my inner demons, I can't progress. But this incestuous demon had arrogantly taken over my mind, growing stronger each day, driving my body to do things I shouldn't have…

Let me explain slowly. My grades were getting worse each year. I knew, and my mother knew too. She was very worried, constantly asking if I needed tutoring.

I said, "No, Mom, I can improve my situation. I'm just under a lot of pressure right now. Maybe I can find the source of my pressure." I didn't even know what I was saying to my mother.

My mother said, "Hearing me say that, I can only relax for now and see how I improve."

My mother also reduced her tutoring classes to only until 5 pm, meaning I could see her as soon as I got home. To reduce my number of classes and shorten my teaching hours, she stayed up late reading to me every night. I was very grateful to my mother.

However, with lustful thoughts swirling within me, seeing my mother at home every night—the only woman I saw—my sexual desire kept rising. I stared at my mother while eating, and I did everything with her in my mind.

That evening, I started reading. My mother came in carrying a stack of materials that looked like they were for the students' tutoring class the next day. At first, I was reading, but my mind often wandered. The thought of my son having sex with his mother made my penis hard again. I would steal glances at my mother's chest, trying to see the shape of her breasts.

Unfortunately, the desk blocked my view. Sometimes I would deliberately drop a pen or other object on the floor and squat down to look at my mother's genitals. When she was wearing shorts, her legs were crossed; when they were open, she was wearing trousers. Usually, I would fail.

I also started to peek at my mother showering, but I could only peek through a very small crack at the bottom of the bathroom, and I could only see her heels. But even this made my penis immediately engorged. The bathroom door could be opened with a coin, and a few times I tried to peek through the crack, but I never had the courage.

One day, I was coming home from school and didn't notice my mother taking a shower. She, too, didn't notice I was home. She came out of the bathroom wearing only her underwear and passed my study. I was also heading towards my study, facing her directly.

My mother screamed in surprise, "Why didn't you make a sound when you came back?!"

Her sudden scream allowed me to see her body. It was amazing! Time seemed to freeze for about seven or eight minutes. My erect penis instantly hardened beneath my uniform pants. I deliberately stood still, and my mother's gaze naturally lingered on my genitals.

My mother quickly ran into her room and closed the door. I went back to my study.

At that moment, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I sat down, immediately unzipped my pants, and stroked my swollen penis, recalling the scene from just now as I masturbated.

My mother's breasts were probably C-cup but slightly sagging, with dark, protruding nipples. She had no lower abdomen, and her black underwear revealed obvious folds of her genitals. My mother's body smelled sweet after her shower, and her fair skin had a rosy glow.

Just imagining these images made my penis incredibly hard, and I kept rubbing it, wanting it to ejaculate a thick stream of semen.

Then, I heard my mother calling me, snapping me out of my reverie. She wanted me to come out for dinner…

Helpless, I had no choice but to hunch my already erect penis back into my pants and walk out of the room towards the dining room.

My mother was serving rice with her back to me, standing next to my seat. As I quietly moved from behind her to my seat, my body pressed against hers.

Whether it was intentional or genuine, as our backs met, my hard penis slowly slid across my mother's buttocks. Especially when it got stuck between her buttocks, I needed to use my waist strength to pull it through; otherwise, if it got stuck between her legs, I might ejaculate.

My mother was startled and leaned forward. She immediately put down the bowl of rice and reached behind her to grab what had touched her sensitive area. Her quick hand swept over my glans, and she saw that I was behind her. She realized what she had touched and quickly moved aside.

By this time, I was already seated, my penis still throbbing painfully under the table. My mother, blushing, finished the long dinner with me…

The first time my mother caught me masturbating:

I still remember the situation clearly. At that time, I had started stealing my mother's underwear to atone for my actions, using it as a substitute for her body.

That time, I was passionately stroking my penis, sucking on my mother's panties, my eyes closed, imagining her body. My left and right hands were constantly alternating

, rubbing my swollen penis. My textbooks were on the desk, and on top of them was my mother's bra, as I fantasized about her bouncing breasts. At that moment, my mother silently walked in, carrying fruit. Seeing my actions, she was surprised and angry, shouting at me loudly. Startled by the sudden noise, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen, mostly onto my mother's panties, especially her groin area, with some also

hitting her abdomen. My mother was furious at my actions and also frightened by the semen on her body. She pulled the panties out of my mouth, wiped the semen off herself, and took the bra from the desk. She stared at me angrily, her gaze sometimes drifting to my penis.

Judging from her expression, she didn't know what to say to me. She turned and left my study. The embarrassing scene of my masturbation being caught by my mother left a deep impression on me. I don't know when, but the thought of revenge against my mother began to take root in my mind...

Gradually, I started to challenge my mother's tolerance. I neglected my studies and often let her catch me masturbating unintentionally. Sometimes I would stand at the bathroom sink and masturbate while smelling my mother's freshly washed underwear.

Or I would walk behind her and press my hard penis between her legs. Sometimes when my mother was washing dishes, I would deliberately fight her for the tap, deliberately touch her breasts with my arm, and deliberately touch her most sensitive nipples when I shook off the water. Every time I did this, she would yell at me.

Even more outrageous, when we were watching TV in the living room, I would deliberately display my hard penis in front of her and touch it with my hand. My mother's reaction was the same: she would loudly scold me.

Such challenges have occurred countless days and nights…

It seems my mother is getting more and more used to it…

My mother is giving me handjobs:

it's true, for some reason, my mother's temperament has changed drastically. Recently, I've noticed that when my father makes long-distance calls home, my mother often argues with him on the phone. She often hangs up angrily, her eyes red, and walks back to her room, slamming the door shut.

I don't know what's happening inside, although at this time I'm still, as usual, exposing my large penis to her, stroking it in front of her.

My mother pretends not to see what I'm doing, acting as if she's doing her own thing, but I know she's paying attention to my penis's reaction, swallowing saliva from time to time. Her feigned indifference is the driving force behind my erection; each time I masturbate in front of my mother, it lasts for about 10 minutes.

Sometimes I would intentionally ejaculate on the documents my mother was organizing, or on her hair or face, and sometimes even inside her chest. These ejaculations would usually result in her yelling and cursing, but I would ignore her, go to my room, close the door, and do my own thing, waiting for my penis to become erect again before coming out to masturbate in front of her.

Just as I returned to my study, waiting for my second erection and preparing to go find my mother to release my pent-up desire, she opened my bedroom door, came in, and closed the door.

Sitting beside me, tears streaming down her face, she asked, "Xiaojun, what's wrong with you? Why have you become like this? What happened? Were you bullied at school?"

My mother bowed her head and cried, saying, "Xiaojun, Mom hopes you can go back to normal and continue to work hard in your studies. I don't want you to go astray. You are Mom's only hope. I've worked so hard to raise you, and this is how you repay me? Is this right? You are my son. I will definitely help you solve any problems you encounter, no matter how big the difficulties are. Just tell Mom, don't treat me like this."

As she spoke, my mother cried even louder…

Hearing my mother's words, I felt a strange pang of sadness. I began to tell her about my strong sexual desires during puberty and how they had led me astray, making me lose myself in the pleasure after ejaculation. My

mother was also the girl I had been in contact with the most, so it was inevitable that I would have fantasies about her. However, regarding my recent behavior towards her, I lied and said I didn't know why I did it.

I emphasized to my mother, "I want relief."

After a long while, my mother remained sobbing with her head down, never looking up at me.

Then, she raised her head and slowly said, "Xiaojun, you want relief, right?"

I looked at her and replied, "Yes~ I need liberation, otherwise I'll go crazy."

My mother nodded and looked at me, saying, "Xiaojun, as long as you focus on your studies and get into university, I'll help you relieve your needs..."

At this point, I still didn't understand what my mother meant. Then, my mother knelt between my legs, pulled out my penis which was covered by my clothes, and whispered in amazement, "So big..."

Then she gently took my glans into her mouth, her tongue roaming over the crown and swirling around the slit. Her mouth couldn't take the entire penis in; a third was still outside. My

mother laboriously swallowed and released my penis; each suck, release, lick, and swirl felt like a thousand ants crawling on my glans, causing an itch.

My mother had my glans in her mouth, her left and right hands alternating as she rubbed my penis, licking it completely clean, then sucking down to my testicles, her hands constantly kneading my shaft.

At her urging, I reached down and unbuttoned the top four buttons of her blouse, then reached inside to knead her breasts.

Wow, my hands couldn't fully grasp them; my fingers pinched her nipples, which, though a little loose, were still very fleshy.

My penis, in response to her sucking and teasing of her breasts and nipples, emitted moans of pleasure, "Mmm, mmm..." Then, my penis erupted, ejaculating thick semen, spraying it completely onto her face and into her mouth.

After my mother saw that I had already ejaculated, she got up to straighten my clothes, which I had unbuttoned and which revealed half of my breasts. She told me to study hard and then turned and left my study...

leaving me still panting and not yet recovered, my penis still throbbing...

My first sexual encounter with my mother:

Whenever I was about to start studying, I would ask my mother to give me oral sex. She always complied. Sometimes I would ask her not to wear any clothes, but she always refused. After negotiating with her repeatedly, she agreed to expose her upper body. Exposing her upper body was her bottom line; otherwise, she had no choice.

Seeing how determined she was, I had no choice but to go along with her. Sometimes when my mother was sitting at her desk organizing her documents, I would ask her to give me oral sex again.

She looked at me and said, "Didn't you just ejaculate 10 minutes ago? How come you want it again now?"

I said, "Look down there if you don't believe me."

She looked under the desk, and sure enough, my penis was standing erect between my legs, throbbing. She glanced at me and said, "You brat, why aren't you concentrating on your studies when you're so energetic?"

Then she bent down under the desk and, as usual, gave me oral sex. When my mother started giving me oral sex to relieve her desire, she would walk around the house shirtless, her breasts swaying and bouncing with her steps, making my penis energetic all day.

Her mouth never stopped touching my penis, because as soon as my penis showed signs of engorgement, she knew my need had returned, and she would proactively squat down to give me oral sex.

I would also wander around the house without pants on. Sometimes, halfway through a meal, my penis would get hard again, and before I could even say anything, my mother would squat down to relieve my pent-up desire. I realized that my mother's eyes were always on my penis's reaction at home; she had become a professional oral sex machine…

Gradually, I grew tired of my mother's words... I wanted to explore deeper into the mysteries.

Now, when my mother and I are reading in the study, one hand holds a pen while the other constantly caresses and kneads her breasts, my fingers teasing her dark red nipples. My mother often trembles from my teasing, unable to concentrate on her homework, and I love it when she does this.

Seeing my mother's helpless expression, my penis becomes erect again. Just as my mother notices my erection, she gets up and kneels under the table, preparing for her familiar actions.

But this time, I stop her. I pull her up from under the desk. My mother looks at me suspiciously, seemingly startled by my actions. I pick her up and sit her on my desk, facing me.

My gaze is fixed on her breasts. I gently suckle her nipple, my hands constantly kneading her flesh. At this moment, my left hand enters my mother's vagina, and she does not resist.

I placed my mother's legs over my shoulders, raising her buttocks so her panties were fully exposed before my eyes. I reached out and pulled down her panties, and what I saw next was exactly what I had been curious about. Her

moist vulva was covered by dark pubic hair. I sniffed it; there was a strong, pungent, erotic smell. I used my fingers to pry open her labia majora and minora, and there was her clitoris, which my classmates had often talked about, right before my eyes. My penis throbbed violently.

I composed myself, inserted my right middle finger into her vulva, and pressed my thumb against her clitoris. My hand trembled, and my mother let out a wanton moan, squeezing my hand tightly between her legs. At this point, my hand could hardly tremble anymore.

I was a little angry. I stood up and used my left hand to spread my mother's thighs apart. By this time, my penis was ready. My right hand had already left her vagina. I spread her legs with both hands, and my mother sat on my desk facing me.

I stood up and used my hands to spread her legs apart, using my body to prevent her legs from closing again. Her vagina was now perpendicular to my penis. At this moment, I quickly pulled my mother's buttocks back towards my body.

My penis was now pressed against my mother's pubic hair. This was the first time I had been directly against my mother's genitals, and I was a little unsure how to enter. When my mother realized what I was about to do, she nervously tried to push me away, constantly shifting her lower body.

But she couldn't push away my hands, which were already tightly holding her buttocks. She shouted, "Jun! No! No! This is breaking our promise!" I ignored her.

My mother shouted, "Don't do this! No! Mom will give you oral sex! Mom will give you oral sex, put Mom down, spare Mom!"

I still didn't speak, but just pressed her buttocks closer to my body with my hands. My mother kept dodging, which actually helped me. When she dodged, she raised her buttocks and lifted her vulva upwards.

Before penetration, my glans was positioned between her vaginal opening and anus. My mother's evasive movements stimulated my glans, causing it to throb and slide into the entrance of her vagina.

When I felt there was an opening to penetrate, I pressed down hard with both hands, and my entire penis slid into my mother's warm, moist vagina. At that moment, my waist erupted with primal instinct, repeatedly thrusting into my mother's vulva, my penis withdrawing and re-entering within her flesh.

The walls of my mother's vagina tightly enveloped my penis. I continued to accelerate my thrusts, the table lamp and books on the table falling to the ground from the impact. By the time my mother realized a thick penis was ramming inside her, it was too late; she gave up resisting and instead enjoyed the pleasure of being thrust into.

Wave after wave of impacts—this was also my first time penetrating my mother—and after eleven or twelve thrusts, I quickly reached orgasm. I was surprised at how quickly I ejaculated.

My throbbing penis was still twitching inside my mother, ejaculating. After a few seconds, I pulled out my drooping penis and looked at my mother, puzzled. My semen slowly flowed out of her vagina, and her lower abdomen was still twitching.

My mother quickly came to her senses, jumped off the desk, and rushed into the bathroom, leaving me with a face full of confusion, wondering why I had ejaculated so quickly...

My penis was still panting and throbbing...

Then I heard the sound of my mother rinsing off in the bathroom. I came to my senses and wanted to find my mother to ask her what was going on. At this moment, my penis was erect again. I was even more puzzled as to why it was erect again so quickly...

Wasn't it supposed to take more than 10 minutes to get hard again?

I quickly went to the bathroom, holding the doorbell lock to open the door and ask my mother, but found the door locked. I quickly found a flat, round, hard object, unlocked the doorbell lock, and pushed the door open to enter the bathroom.

I saw my mother washing her genitals with her back to me. Without asking any questions, I directly held my mother's waist and inserted myself into her vagina.

My mother was startled by this sudden action. Looking back, it was too late; I had already grabbed her waist, my penis aimed directly at her anus.

Suddenly, I found it even harder to penetrate than before, but I didn't want to give up. I was already pressing against my mother's vulva—I still thought it was her vagina—so I held her waist with both hands, using my hands to stabilize her groin, and thrust my engorged penis in even harder.

Sure enough, perseverance pays off; I finally broke through the difficult opening. This time, my mother's vagina was even tighter, enveloping my penis even more. My hands kept rubbing her sagging breasts from behind, swaying back and forth—it felt so good!

After my breakthrough, my mother cried out, "Ah~ Ah~!"

With each thrust, the sound of my thighs colliding with my mother's buttocks—'slap, slap, slap, slap…'—accompanied by her loud moans, her reaction only fueled my arousal, making my thrusts even more intense.

Suddenly, my penis slipped out of my mother's anus. I quickly grabbed it with my hand, preparing to insert it again. My mother said, "Jun, that's my asshole. Come on, come in here."

My mother guided my penis from behind into her real vagina. This time, the sensation wasn't as pleasurable as in her anus.

But this was my mother's real vagina. It felt just like this when I was having sex with her on the desk. I thrust in and out more easily, but the speed didn't slow down.

The sounds of 'slap, slap, slap, slap, slap…' echoed in the bathroom. My mother's hands were around the bathtub as I fucked her in a doggy style, my hands constantly kneading her breasts. My mother kept biting her lip, her expression one of utter pleasure. Seeing her so comfortable, I thrust even harder.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered the position I had used in the study, which I thought was good. I turned my mother over to face me, but there was no desk in the bathroom for her to sit on.

So I picked up my mother, pressed her against the wall, lifted her right leg, exposing her vulva, and then inserted my erect penis into her vagina, thrusting into the deepest part of her vagina again. After twenty or thirty thrusts, a tingling sensation ran through my lower back, and I ejaculated my largest load of semen inside her vagina. I didn't pull my penis out for a long time, maintaining the position of intercourse.

The mother and son were panting. I thrust my penis deep into my mother's vagina, ejaculating my thick semen inside her...

We didn't speak to each other for a long time. Finally, my mother spoke: "Jun, you've already ejaculated inside Mom's uterus... Do you know? I'll get pregnant, do you know?"

When I heard "pregnant," I knew what it meant. I would be a father... a responsible father...

My mother and I didn't move our bodies, remaining in the intercourse position. After hearing my mother's words, I thrust into her vagina again with force. My mother moaned softly, "Ah..."

I lifted my mother's left leg, and she clung to me like a koala. My hands were under her buttocks as I carried her to her bedroom and placed her on the bed, my body still pressed against hers.

The only difference was that my lower body began to sway, and my mother's hips responded to my movements, the sounds of 'slap, slap, slap…' echoing in another room along with her panting breaths…

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