My older sister is three years older than me.

I never imagined this would happen, but it did,
and it immensely.

Perhaps because my family was quite traditional, the adults were very conservative about relationships between men and women. My family was small
. My dad was a civil servant, with low pay and little work, and he lived close to home. My mom was a housekeeper; in her spare time, she would go to a nearby garment factory to collect
unfinished garments and trim loose threads, earning her a piecework rate. So, I didn't have much time to play as a child; I had to stay home
and trim threads to supplement the family income. Therefore, our family wasn't wealthy, but we weren't starving either.

I was the second child, with an older sister and a younger sister. My mom said she originally wanted to have a
boy , but after ten months of pregnancy, a girl appeared. Since she was already born, we couldn't just put her back
in, so we raised her with a mix of care and attention. Therefore, my younger sister was somewhat neglected from a young age and didn't receive the best care, which left
her feeling a bit resentful even as she grew up. When she was about to graduate from junior high, she still looked like an elementary school girl.
My mother was very worried about how she would manage and how she would ever get married. However, it turned out my mother's
worries were unfounded. My younger sister's progress in her first year of nursing school was phenomenal. I'm not talking about her grades, but rather that her face became more
delicate , her figure became more womanly—at least her curves were more defined—and her skin became smooth and soft, unlike
the dry and dark skin she had as a child. I don't know if this was my doing; when I asked my younger sister, she just laughed and teased me. But that's another
story. However, the only downside is that she's still so short, supposedly 150 cm, but everyone knows that
150 is an unconditionally rounded-up number...

As for my older sister, I feel guilty when I talk about her. Many things aren't absolutely right or wrong; perhaps
with the passage of time, right and wrong shift. Unlike my younger sister, my older sister is much taller. Not in the sense of being physically imposing or
large there's a stark contrast compared to my younger sister. My sister's height is about the same as mine, close to 170
cm (I seem quite short in comparison), with an average build and average looks, not as pretty as my younger sister.
What's special about my sister is her beautiful buttocks—round and perky. I don't know what people generally consider beautiful buttocks,
but I certainly find them attractive. Heaven was fair to my older sister and younger sister, showing no favoritism.

As for me, I'm neither tall nor handsome, of average talent, clumsy with words, and have no outstanding abilities. But God
has been quite kind to me. Well, that's a story for another

time .

I don't know what it means for a boy to be precocious or late-blooming when I was in elementary school, but I
was always interested in the opposite sex's body. It was just curiosity, without any lustful thoughts or excitement.

At that time, there were only two bedrooms in our house. One was my parents' large bedroom, which my younger sister slept in with them.
The other a smaller bedroom for my older sister and me. Perhaps my parents thought we were too young to cause any problems,
so they let us sleep together. Later I realized that I (probably in third grade, my sister was
three years , and she was even more grown up.

Nowadays, people probably don't sew their own underwear! They buy ready-made, boys and girls alike,
Wacoal , Yiershuang… But when I was little, everything at home was "homemade." My mom had a sewing machine, not
the electric kind we have now, but a foot-operated one, nothing fancy, just a very simple design.

Everything in the house, from curtains and tablecloths to handkerchiefs and underwear, was made by my mom's skillful hands. Since it was homemade
, it was inevitably simple and basic, nothing luxurious, just functional.

Curtains and tablecloths aren't much to talk about, but underwear is a different story. Looking back, it's kind of funny.
The underwear had no elastic band, it was loose and baggy, and the waistband was just held together by a strap. So
taking it off was easy; just pull the strap, and the pants would fall down. It was rudimentary, but it made things very convenient for me, whether
it was taking off my own or theirs…

That's how my incestuous history began, with the bedroom not having enough space and the loose underwear. At first, it was
curiosity , curiosity about the opposite sex's body. I don't remember when I started finding that
the woman I slept with every night could satisfy my curiosity, especially in the summer. Because we wear very little clothing in the summer, and with
the breeze from the fan (we can't afford an air conditioner), I noticed my sister's loose underwear swaying in the wind. I discovered this
one night when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and returned to bed.

In the dim light, my sister's genitals were vaguely visible. I knelt down beside her thighs and stared for a long time,
not daring to touch her, just watching. I watched until I felt sleepy, then lay back down and went back to sleep.

This was the first time I saw my sister's genitals, and nothing happened. Actually, saying it was the first time isn't quite right, because I always bathed with my sister when I
was very young , but I didn't feel anything at the time and have no
memory of it. From then on, I would often deliberately stay awake at night, waiting until my sister was sound asleep
before her genitals.

Unexpectedly, I became addicted to watching, and going to bed at night became the most anticipated part of my day. Perhaps
some of perverse incestuous acts were developed during this period.

I watched every day, but never actually touched her. I don't know how long I watched, but gradually the weather got colder, because
winter arrived. Of course, winter wasn't a big deal, but the problem was that we had to wear more and more clothes.
My sister, who used to sleep in skirts (we were poor and didn't have the habit of wearing pajamas; whatever she wore during the day,
she would wear to bed at night), started wearing long pants to bed.

This was really something, because I could no longer peek at it, yet I was addicted to looking. Of course, not looking wouldn't
kill me , but I'd really crave it and couldn't sleep. After a few days, I couldn't resist anymore; I really wanted to see my sister's
genitals. So I decided to take action and pull down my sister's pants, thinking that way I could see them again
. On the surface, this decision seemed like just to satisfy my curiosity, but many things started from
there .

That night, after my sister fell asleep, I began my actions. Most of the pants we children wore
were made by my mother, but these had elastic waistbands; they were worn on the outside, so they couldn't be too shabby. Elastic waistbands made them
harder to pull down, but I still carefully and very slowly pulled down my sister's pants. After pulling it down (to
the thighs), I realized there were still underwear underneath. At this point, my legs were closed (due to the elastic band of the pants, they couldn't open wide),
and there was no fan to cool them down. What to do? I had no choice but to go all the way and take off my underwear as well. This
underwear was much easier to take off; I just pulled the strap, and it all loosened, then it was easy to pull down, except for
the buttocks.

But I still couldn't see much, because my sister's legs were still closed. I didn't dare pull them down any further, because
to open her legs I'd have to take her pants off completely, which I dared not do. But this
was good enough, because I hadn't seen her genitals for many days. Even though only a tiny bit of her vulva was visible,
I was satisfied.

This time I didn't just look; since I was already undressed, I might as well touch her. So I gently touched
her genitals, then slowly covered the clitoris with my palm and gently stroked it. Soft, delicate, and
warm . At the time, I didn't feel anything, I just knew I touched it. Actually, I wasn't really
sure ; I just wanted to, but afterward, I didn't feel anything.

I was only in third grade then, so of course I didn't feel anything, because I didn't even have the most basic impulses
or sexual desires; it was just curiosity. After that, I rarely took off my sister's pants again, because after
finally getting them off, I didn't know what to do. Besides touching her, there didn't seem to be anything worth touching.

Then I had to go through the trouble of putting her pants back on, and after all that, I still didn't know what I was doing.

A winter passed quickly like that, and my curiosity hadn't disappeared, but I just didn't want to go through all that trouble. I
didn't know if my sister knew I was secretly taking off her pants, but I thought probably not, because she didn't
suddenly wake up.

Not long after the Lunar New Year, something finally happened. One night, Mom said that my older sister would be
sleeping , and Mom would sleep with me instead. I was shocked. I wondered if my sister already knew I would secretly take off her pants
and tell Mom, which was why Mom wouldn't let me continue sleeping with her. But Mom didn't say anything, and of course, I didn't dare to ask.

I just found it strange. If my sister had told Mom, why wasn't Dad sleeping with me, but Mom?

And so, I started sleeping with Mom. During this time, I naturally learned my lesson and, no matter how curious or bold I was, I
never dared to take off Mom's pants. And so, peacefully, more than two years passed. But people always grow up, and then they get
led astray by their classmates. As the weather gets hotter, people wear less and less clothing, and then accidents happen.

My mother's body

finally gave way to summer. This summer was no different from previous years; it was just as hot,
almost .

Yes, things finally got out of control.

I think my mother still believed at this point that I was just a child, and she probably didn't believe that I would ever do anything to
my own mother! I was already in sixth grade then. Of course, getting older doesn't necessarily mean becoming evil,
but at school, some classmates could get their hands on small books (now called "A books"). We passed them around,
sometimes even tearing a book apart page by page for everyone to read. After reading the first page, I'd start looking for the second
page and see who had it. And so on. Some people, however, wouldn't care about the order; they'd just pick any page they got and read it, then mentally
connect the plot. The adult books back then were much better than those now; they had plots, unlike the ones now which
have no plot and the male and female leads just have sex from beginning to end.

It was around this time that my penis started to get erections, and I learned to masturbate, though I
don't . I guess that doesn't count as precocious; many of my classmates were like me. But my mom still
treated me like a child, unaware that this "child" was already so wicked and lewd.

Sleeping with my mom every day always made me feel a bit restless. Sometimes, lying in bed, I'd imagine
having sex with a certain girl (usually a TV or movie star) and start masturbating. But this wasn't satisfying
because I was afraid of waking her, so sometimes I'd just go to the bathroom to masturbate before coming back to sleep.

Gradually, I don't know how it happened, but when I masturbated, the woman I fantasized about having sex with started to look like my mom—I
was fantasizing about having sex with her. Looking back now, it seems unbelievable, but at the time, it didn't seem like a big deal; it felt
natural, without any guilt (and I still don't now. I think I'm probably quite perverted). And the frequency of these fantasies
increased until eventually, I only fantasized about having sex with my mom.

Every night I would lie next to my mother, masturbating and fantasizing, but I never had any other thoughts. However, as
the days went by, I started to want to do things, at least I wanted to see my mother's body.

One night I decided to see if my mother, like my sister, could be seen by me. I pretended to be asleep as soon as I
got , and soon my mother also got into bed. After some time, I thought my mother should be fast asleep. So I made
a big turn over, deliberately touching my mother, and then observed her reaction. My mother didn't move at all; I thought she
was already fast asleep.

I adjusted the angle of the electric fan and my own eye level, and waited to see. The wind blew open Mom's
skirt, revealing her thighs and underwear, but nothing else was visible because her
legs weren't spread wide.

I didn't dare move her legs, so I waited quietly to see if she would change position. After a long wait
, she finally moved, turning over to her side, and now I couldn't see anything. Exhausted from waiting, I fell asleep.

The next night, I got to see her, and not for long. Mom lay on the bed spread-eagled until
she was fast asleep . The wind blew, just like my sister's, opening her underwear, and I saw her genitals. Because I could only
see from the side, all I saw was a dark patch of hair. But this already excited me enough, because
before, my older sister's genitals were hairless.

From then on, my nightly routine was to peek at my mother's genitals, just like I always peeked at my sister's.

Until one day, things were a little different.

That day, as usual, I pretended to be asleep, but this time my mother went to bed very late. I waited for a long time, almost falling asleep myself
. Finally, my mother got into bed, lay down, and pulled the thin blanket over herself. I felt a little strange, so after my mother
fell asleep , I got up and looked at her. I didn't understand why my mother was covered by the blanket today. But I still waited
to see if my mother would kick off the blanket.

Luckily, perhaps the weather was really too hot and humid, my mother kicked off the blanket soon after, spreading her legs wide open
. I was stunned. Mom wasn't wearing underwear. Her entire genitals were completely exposed before me.

My heart pounded, and my mind went blank. I stared for a long time, because this time
I saw more than just pubic hair; I could see everything I'd never seen before. Her labia majora and minora, and I could almost see her anus. I
looked very closely because it was a rare opportunity; Mom doesn't go without underwear every day.

As I looked, I couldn't resist reaching out and touching her thigh, but she didn't react. So I zoomed in.
My courage swelled, and I continued to touch my mother's genitals, lingering there. I kept caressing that area, feeling incredibly
excited ; my penis even became erect.

From that first encounter onward, whenever no one was home, I liked to snuggle into my mother's arms, ostensibly to act spoiled,
but actually to take advantage of her.

Of course, my mother knew what I was doing, but she didn't seem to mind. Perhaps she treated me like a child, or perhaps she
spoiled me and couldn't bear to refuse my actions? But the latter was more likely, because I didn't just snuggle in my mother's arms; I
actually groped her all over. If it was the former, then Mom was wrong, because every time she touched me
, I would get an erection and become very excited. Afterwards, I would masturbate in the bathroom.

With Mom's indulgence, I became increasingly bold, slowly starting to put my hand inside her clothes.

At first, I would put my hand inside her clothes, touching her breasts through her bra, or inside her skirt, touching her genitals through her panties
.

However, I always tested Mom's tolerance, so I never went too far at first. Therefore,
I didn't directly put my hand inside Mom's clothes to touch her breasts; instead, I started from her stomach, and if Mom didn't
react , I would move upwards. The first time I put my hand inside, Mom immediately pushed it away and gently scolded me
for doing such things. But I never took those reprimands to heart; I just wouldn't push my luck again. Then
I'd try again next time.

However, with only my mom and me at home, opportunities were few and far between. It wasn't until almost a year later that I started reaching under my mom's skirt to touch
her genitals.

At first, I only dared to touch her thighs, and the first time I reached under her skirt, she tapped me on the head,
warning me not to do anything reckless. Of course, I didn't give up so easily; I'd try again next time.

Don't you understand Mom? Why is she so indulgent towards me? And I know that as long as I don't go too far or rush things, even if
it doesn't work the first time, the second, the third… Mom will always give in. By then, Mom probably wouldn't treat me
like a child ; I was almost in middle school, and even leg hair was starting to grow on my legs.

The summer vacation between sixth grade and first grade progressed the fastest because my older sister and younger sister were at my maternal grandmother's house. During the day, it was just
my mom and me at home, along with some annoying neighbors. Of course, I didn't mind when these neighbors brought us homemade steamed buns and
dumplings every now and then, but most of the time they just came to visit. Each time they came,
they could stay for a morning or an afternoon, and my mom would chat with them while trimming loose threads. Of course, I would help
trim the threads, and naturally, I would listen. Then we would chat about this and that, about the seven necessities of life: firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea.
We talked about these things every day.

Because it was just my mom and me at home, I had many opportunities to spend time alone with her. My favorite
time to nap is at noon every day. I always go to my mom's room and sleep with her. I'm always happy during my nap because
my mom lies on the bed and lets me touch her. She doesn't care what I'm doing; she just sleeps. But usually, she only goes to
sleep after I've had my fill of touching her.

Later, I got bolder and bolder, and I started taking off my mom's clothes. At first, my mom wasn't willing. When I unbuttoned
her clothes, she would push my hands away, but I kept going. After a few times, my mom ignored me and let
me unbutton her shirt. When I unbuttoned it and spread her clothes out, I saw my mom's bare upper body, and of course, her
bra. After touching her through her bra for a while, I wasn't satisfied, so I forcefully slipped my hand inside.

Mom still didn't react, just lay there with her eyes closed. I figured if I went too far, she'd just scold me
, so I steeled myself and pulled down her bra straps, then moved the cups aside,
exposing her entire breast. She still didn't react; I guess she was giving in. I gently stroked her breasts
while my other hand started moving down. It slowly reached her lower abdomen, but she still didn't react. I was
surprised, but I didn't think much of it. I thought, "Since that's the case, I'll just undress her completely." So I slowly pulled her skirt up from
the hem , until it was completely flipped up. Without further ado, I pulled Mom's underwear all the way down
to her calves. Suddenly, Mom opened her eyes, and I was startled, thinking she was angry and about to explode.

But Mom just stared at me, saying nothing, her face expressionless. I froze
, unsure what to do. Continuing to undress her might make her really angry, but giving up felt like a waste.

We just stood there staring at each other for several minutes, or maybe longer, I don't know, still unsure what to do
. Then Mom closed her eyes again. I didn't know why, but it didn't seem like Mom was angry anymore.

So I continued what I was doing. I pulled down Mom's panties completely, leaving her lower body
exposed. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her pubic hair was thick. I reached out and touched her thigh, and she flinched
.

I continued to touch upwards and inwards, touching the inside of her thighs, all the way to the groin. My hand
was on her genitals. My heart was pounding; I was excited, but also afraid Mom would suddenly get angry and explode.

I didn't know how much tolerance Mom had, but I wanted to take off all the rest of her clothes.

Her skirt was elasticated and easy to remove. But her bra was impossible to take off; I pulled and tugged at it, but I could
n't get it off. Since I couldn't take them off, I decided not to. At that moment, I was incredibly excited; my penis was fully erect. I
took off all my clothes and pressed myself against my mother. She felt warm and soft, so comfortable. I hugged her
tightly , resting my head on her shoulder. Then my mother opened her eyes again, this time
with a look of surprise on her face, and immediately pushed me away. I lay on my side next to her, a little nervous,
thinking she was probably angry. My

mother lay there, her head turned to the side, staring at me. I felt a little guilty under her gaze, wondering what she would do next.

But Mom slowly lowered her gaze, and I realized she was looking at my genitals. Despite my nervousness,
my penis remained hard and erect. Then Mom spoke, asking when my penis started getting
bigger. I said it started in sixth grade. Mom stared at me, saying she hadn't realized I'd grown so much. I didn't know
if she meant I'd grown up or my penis.

Mom looked at me again, asking if I knew anything about relationships between
men sex, so I told her everything I knew, even about the porn I read in class. My mom asked me
what the adult book was about, so I roughly told her the plot.

We ended up talking naked for over ten minutes. Then my mom suddenly asked, "What just happened..."
I took off both her clothes and mine, wondering what I was going to do. I blurted out that I
wanted to have sex with Mom. Mom was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Why would you have such a thought?" I
told her about fantasizing about having sex with Mom while masturbating the night before. Mom then asked when I learned to masturbate, and I said sixth grade.

I forget what we talked about after that, but I remember Mom smiling and closing her eyes. Then, I excitedly rolled over and pinned
her down, my penis pressing against her mons pubis. I kept thrusting up and down until I ejaculated.

After ejaculating, I was still holding Mom, but she seemed to know I had ejaculated and pushed me off. I
looked down and saw my and Mom's lower abdomens were covered in semen. Mom said she was going to take a shower, grabbed her clothes, and went out. I
lay in bed, feeling sleepy because I had just ejaculated. After some time, Mom came back in, already dressed.

She shook me awake and told me to take a shower and then go back to sleep. I was sleepy, but I went anyway, because my lower abdomen felt
sticky and uncomfortable. After showering and getting dressed, I went back to Mom's room. She wasn't asleep yet and told me to go to sleep quickly,
as she had some loose threads to cut in the afternoon.

That's how I had my first intimate encounter with Mom. Although it wasn't actual sex, I
felt , physically close. And afterwards, Mom's tolerance for me increased significantly.

That night, when we went to bed, I went into the bedroom first. Mom usually goes to
bed . I was almost asleep when she went into the bedroom, but I stayed awake because I wanted to be close to her. When she came in
, I pretended to be asleep with my eyes closed. Mom saw that I was asleep, climbed onto the bed, and kissed me on the cheek.

I don't think Mom has ever kissed me like that before. Maybe she did it when I was very young, but I don't remember it
.

I was quite surprised, so I opened my eyes and kissed her back. I originally wanted to kiss her cheek, but I kissed
her lips instead.

This time, Mom was startled, and I was startled too. I was not only startled, but also felt a
strange mix of emotions. I really wanted to kiss Mom again, a real kiss. Mom paused for a moment,
then lay down to sleep without saying anything. After she was settled, I rolled over and hugged her, then pressed my lips to hers
. At that time, I had no experience with kissing; I had only seen it on TV and in movies, and I didn't know what a French
kiss was. I hugged Mom tightly and kissed her again and again. At first, Mom struggled a little, but when I held her tightly, she
stopped struggling.

I kept kissing her until I was satisfied, and only then did I realize that Mom was also hugging me tightly. I let
Mom hold me like that and drifted off to sleep. I slept very soundly and
woke up . I lay there, slowly clearing my head, but I also noticed my penis was hard
and erect. Out of habit, I pulled down my pants and started masturbating. As I did, I suddenly remembered what
had happened . I thought, "Mom's sleeping right next to me, why am I doing this?" So I took off my own clothes first, and then
started undressing Mom. Before I finished, Mom woke up. She was startled when she saw me undressing her, but
didn't say anything or resist. So I continued undressing her.

Then I encountered the same problem again: Mom's bra still wouldn't come off. Seeing my frantic attempts, Mom laughed,
got up, and took it off herself. That's when I realized the bra clasp was in the back; no wonder I
could n't get it off.

After taking off her bra, Mom lay back down, now completely naked. I was so excited! I immediately rolled over and
pinned Mom down, hugging her tightly. Mom wrapped her arms around me too. I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly; I wanted to savor
the feeling of skin-to-skin contact. This time it lasted longer, and eventually I ejaculated, getting
semen .

This went on for over ten days, every night the two of us naked, embracing until I ejaculated.
Sometimes during holidays, when it's just my mom and me at home during the day, if I feel like it, I'll pull her into the bedroom. Until my mom
gets her period. That night, she didn't want me to undress her, nor did she like me hugging her. At that time, I didn't know much about menstruation,
only that women bleed during it.

The first time my mom had her period, before going to sleep that night, I took off my own clothes first, and then my mom
's . But my mom pushed my hands away and told me not to undress her, and explained to me that she had her period, and also briefly explained what
menstruation was. Actually, I didn't understand much, but since my mom was bleeding, I didn't dare do anything.

But the problem remained; I was still sexually aroused. I sat on the bed, holding my erect penis, and asked my mom
what do. She laughed and said, "Just masturbate." She added that she'd never seen me masturbate before, so this was a good opportunity for her to see.

So I sat on the bed and started masturbating. While I was masturbating, I kept looking at my mom, who was staring intently
at my penis. I started masturbating faster and faster, until my hand ached, but I just couldn't finish. I guess I
wasn't used to seeing her doing it.

Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore; my hand was too sore, so I had to stop and rest. My mom was surprised when I stopped and
asked what was wrong. I said my hand was sore. She probably found that funny and kept laughing.

Then I suddenly remembered the book about blowjobs, so I told my mom I wanted her to give me one. Mom was a little
surprised when she heard this. She said she had heard people say it, but she had never done it. I asked my mother to do it, but she refused. I asked my mother
if she felt dirty, and she said she was embarrassed. Because it is very difficult for a mother to put her son's penis in her mouth and suck
it.

So I settled for the next best thing and asked my mother to masturbate for me. Mom paused for a moment, nodded and said yes. I lay down
, and then Mom sat next to my waist, holding my penis in her hand and started stroking. It's much different than playing it on my own
, it's much more comfortable, but sometimes it hurts a little if the angle is wrong. I told my mother when it hurt, and gradually
my mother started to beat her smoothly.

It felt really good. Mom kept asking me if I was going too slow or too fast, and that I should tell her.
I told her to slow down because I didn't want to ejaculate too quickly. So Mom slowed down, and I watched her quietly
enjoying it. Mom told me her penis was very big, but I didn't know how big it was, so I didn't
answer . Mom asked me again if it felt good, and I said it felt really good. It did feel very good, much better than masturbating myself.

Gradually, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I asked Mom to go faster. So Mom sped up, moving up and down constantly
, and soon I ejaculated, and a lot of it. Mom's clothes and my face got sprayed, and
the hand that was masturbating me got some too.

Mom took a piece of toilet paper to wipe me down, then wiped herself down, and then got up to clean herself up in the bathroom.

I was lying in bed, asleep before Mom came home.

Usually, we'd cuddle naked, and I'd rub my penis against her thighs or turn her over so
she was lying on her stomach, rubbing against her buttocks until I ejaculated. If she had her period, Mom would masturbate me. Although
I always asked Mom to give me a blowjob when she had her period, she never agreed. However, I never gave Mom oral sex
, even though I kissed almost every part of her body. When Mom was aroused, she would kiss me from head to toe, but she would always
skip my penis. My kissing with Mom gradually improved. At first, she kept her lips tightly closed, only letting me kiss her lips.

But gradually, Mom loosened up. She not only opened her lips but also taught me French kissing, which involves putting your tongue
into your mouth. I loved kissing like that, and whenever I had a chance to be alone with Mom, I would hug her and kiss her deeply.

So whenever it was just the two of us at home, I would quickly get intimate with Mom.
Whether she was cooking or mopping the floor, we could be intimate. We would even
be intimate when there were other people in the house and they weren't looking. Mom loved to masturbate me. It wasn't that she didn't like me
ejaculating , but she liked holding my penis and feeling its thick, hot shaft.

Actually, it's not just me who releases my sexual desire on my mother; sometimes she also
reaches orgasm from my kisses and caresses. My mother loves it when I kiss her breasts and caress her genitals. Her genitals get wet very easily; sometimes
even without touching her, just a kiss will make her wet. However, it's not as wet as described in adult books,
just her genitals are wet.

If it happens a few days before her period, and I kiss and caress her long enough, she will have an orgasm
. I've asked my mother to actually have sex with me, but she refuses. At most, she'll let my penis
rub against her genitals. Several times I've tried to force myself on her, but she always stops me. And Mom wouldn't let me ejaculate on
or ; at the time, I thought she probably thought it was dirty. Later, I finally understood why: Mom wasn't using
contraception, so she was afraid of getting pregnant.

I asked Mom to give me oral sex several times, but she always refused. I asked her what I would do for her to agree, and she always said
later .

God knows when "later" meant. Finally, I decided to give Mom oral sex first. One night, after Mom took a shower
and went to bed, we did what we always did: laughing and joking, playing around and taking off each other's clothes until we
were naked . After we were naked, I had Mom lie down and started caressing and kissing her. I kissed her all the way down her face, and Mom let out soft
moans. After kissing her lower abdomen, I spread my mother's legs apart. By then, her vaginal fluids were already flowing out. Without
thinking much, I started licking her genitals. My first sensation was that it felt salty and slippery. At that time, I didn't
know anything about labia majora and minora, or clitoris; I just licked her entire vulva. My mother
was startled by my sudden action, but then she started moaning.

Her moans were louder and more rapid than usual. I knew she must be feeling very good, so I intensified my licking
.

Soon after, my mother had an intense orgasm, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. After the orgasm, she just
lay there motionless, looking very tired. I took a tissue and wiped my mother's genitals;
there was a lot of , and her entire genital area was smeared.

Since my mother didn't move, I could only lie beside her and wait for her to regain consciousness. After some time, my mother turned to look at me,
and I looked back at her. I asked her how it felt, and she nodded, blushing. She asked where I learned that, and I said I learned it from
an adult book. She then asked why I thought of giving her oral sex, and I said it would make her feel good. My mother was very touched and
hugged me tightly. I felt a little guilty because I had ulterior motives, but it was true that my mother felt great.

Seeing Mom like this, I was too embarrassed to bring up the topic of oral sex, otherwise she would definitely think I had ulterior
motives and wasn't just doing it to make her feel good. Mom hugged and kissed me, and with one hand, she reached down and took
my penis and started masturbating. Actually, I was really hoping Mom would take the initiative to give me oral sex, but she didn't. She just kept kissing and
masturbating, and my unworthy little brother was beaten until he ejaculated by Mom.

Later, I often gave Mom oral sex, but I never asked her to give me oral sex, and she never took the initiative.

The year I went up to the second year of junior high, we moved. Moving to a new house was of course a happy thing, but I
wasn't happy because the new house had enough rooms, and Dad said I was grown up and gave me my own room. This meant
I couldn't sleep with Mom anymore. Mom knew I was unhappy, but there was nothing she could do. There was no reason for a grown boy to still
be talking to his mother; Mom didn't know how to tell Dad. I felt guilty and didn't dare tell Dad I wanted to
sleep with Mom. So I slept in one room, Dad in another, and Mom, my sister, and my younger sister shared a tatami room.

From then on, I was less affectionate with Mom, but because of this, our relationship grew stronger,
almost like a romantic one.

Since I no longer slept with Mom, I masturbated more often, almost entirely relying on
it to satisfy my sexual needs. Because I had fewer opportunities to be alone, I cherished every moment of solitude. Mom knew
I was sad and felt sorry for me. Sometimes, when my family wasn't looking, she would hug and kiss me. During this period, my mom and I were intimate less than once a week
on average . Usually, we would take advantage of other people going to the market (friends who live in the countryside should know,
it's a bit like a night market, but it's not every day, usually it's once a week) to quickly get
to my room for an hour or two to be intimate. I would abstain from sex for a day or two before each market, and then ejaculate a few more times when I
was intimate .

During the winter break of my second year of junior high school, I went back to my maternal grandmother's house with my mom for a few days. Because there weren't enough rooms at my grandmother's house, my mom and I slept
together . On the first night, after my mom and I went into the room, we locked the door and then hugged and kissed, just like a
couple who had been separated for a long time. After the long kiss, my mom asked me if I was happy, and I nodded and said I was very happy. I was really happy
because I hadn't slept with my mom for almost half a year.

That night, we were very intimate. I ejaculated several times, and my mom had an orgasm. The last
time I was hard for a long time but couldn't ejaculate, no matter how much my mom helped me. Finally, I asked
my mom to give me a blowjob, and she nodded. Then my mom held my penis in her mouth and gently sucked on it.
It felt so good to receive a blowjob for the first time, and I couldn't help but start thrusting in and out of my mom's mouth. My
penis is quite long, and I could only insert half of it; any more and my mom would block it with her hand. I ejaculated very quickly, all of it
into my mom's mouth, and she swallowed it all.

After Mom spat out my penis, she used her tongue to clean the semen residue left on the glans and said she was going to rinse it off.

Because the room we were staying in was a suite, I showered with my mom. I helped her shower, and she helped me shower; we played in
the bathroom for a long time before coming out. That night was the sweetest night's sleep I'd had in six months. I slept with my mom in my arms, gently
stroking her hair.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, although that phrase doesn't really apply to my mom and me, we both felt that way.
I slept exhausted every night, and my mom always gave me oral sex. I asked my mom why she swallowed all the semen
, and she said it was my semen, so she dared to swallow it. I asked her again why she was giving me oral sex this time, and she said she'd been willing to do it
ever since I gave her oral sex the first time, but I hadn't asked for it again, so she
was too embarrassed to offer to. My mom asked me if I liked it, and I said I liked it a lot, it felt great.

The night before I went home, we were intimate in bed as usual. I thought since I had to ask my mom to do it,
I'd try asking again this time. So I asked her if I could have it inside her. My mom looked at me for a long time, holding
my penis and stroking it while watching me. I didn't know what she was thinking, but after a few minutes, her face suddenly
turned very red, and then she lowered her head and nodded. I was both surprised and delighted because I had been rejected so many times, and this time I was
just asking with the mindset of trying again. I didn't expect my mom to agree.

I immediately rolled over and pinned my mom down, spread her legs, and then, with one hand holding my penis, I tried to insert it into her vagina
. Perhaps it was the wrong angle or some other reason, but I just couldn't get it in. I kept pushing and pushing, but still couldn't get it in.

Mom had her eyes closed the whole time, but after a few minutes, she opened them. I said,
"What ?" Mom laughed and said, "Then don't try." Of course I wanted to try, so I spread Mom's legs wider
and changed positions, trying again in a kneeling position between her legs. This way I could see Mom's vulva,
so I held my penis and tried to insert it.

This time it went in smoothly, feeling tight, warm, and so comfortable. I grabbed Mom's
knees , spreading her legs wide open to expose her entire genitals, making it even clearer. I started thrusting,
watching my mother. Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed; it was impossible to tell if she was enjoying it or not. I thrust
quickly , and soon I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust and pulled with all my might, ejaculating very quickly. It felt
like I was about to explode.

After ejaculating, I collapsed onto my mother, who hugged me and stroked my head. My penis wasn't pulled out
; it was still inside her. It felt warm and slippery. A few minutes later, my mother told me to get off; she needed to clean myself
. After I got off, my mother took some toilet paper and wiped my penis; it was completely wet, and there was still some semen on the glans.

After wiping me, Mom wiped her own genitals. Her genitals were also wet and sticky, with white semen still
flowing from her vaginal opening.

After cleaning, we lay on the bed embracing. I asked Mom how it felt, if it was comfortable. Mom nodded, saying it felt very
good , especially the feeling of fullness when I first penetrated her, and the sensation of me going in and out, which made her whole body numb
. Mom also said she hadn't had sex in a long time, and my penis was quite long, so it felt good but also a little painful.

I kissed Mom, and she put her tongue in my mouth for me to suck on, while simultaneously stroking my penis with her hand. I think
Mom wanted to do it again, because Mom knew that every time I sucked on her tongue, I would quickly become aroused again,
so sometimes Mom would deliberately tease me by putting her tongue in my mouth for me to suck on. My penis quickly became erect again
, and I had sex with Mom again in the same position. This time, I lasted longer, but Mom didn't reach
orgasm . We did it many times that night, until we were exhausted before going to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to pee
, then went back to bed and had sex with Mom again, spreading her legs apart. I

woke up late the next morning, but Mom woke up very early. We went home after lunch. During

these last few times we had sex, Mom didn't reach orgasm, which I thought was probably because my technique was too poor. But later, my technique
gradually improved, my stamina increased, and Mom started to have orgasms. My
record so far is seven consecutive orgasms. That was when I was in college, and we went to a hotel together. After that, Mom was completely
limp and motionless. I shook her and called her, but she didn't respond, which startled me. I wondered what was wrong with her.

It wasn't until half an hour later that she regained some strength to speak. She said she couldn't move and needed to sleep. I figured she was just
too tired.

Even now, Mom sometimes brings up those times we had sex at Grandma's house to laugh at me. She says that even though we did it so
many times night, each time it only lasted less than a minute; she was prematurely ejaculating at such a young age. But gradually, Mom has stopped laughing at me about it so much
, because later on, every time we had sex, she would beg for mercy. Then she would give me oral sex, and if I continued
, she would collapse on the bed, unable to move. However, I still prefer to ejaculate inside my mother's vagina and watch
the semen slowly flow out. So whenever my mother is about to ejaculate and gives me oral sex,
I pull my penis out just before I'm about to cum, then insert it back into her vagina and thrust rapidly until I ejaculate.

Once, I asked my mother why she was willing to have sex with me. She said she needed it too, and since we were often
intimate , she was always left feeling unsatisfied. Besides, oral sex is different from intercourse, and every time she saw me
ejaculate, she wished it were inside her. I used to ask my mother to have sex with me, and she really wanted to,
but she felt that agreeing right away seemed a bit too much, and as for taking the initiative, that was out of the question. My mom said that if I had raped her by force
back then , she would never have blamed me, because it seemed like a good solution.
The reason my mom thought about it for so long before our first time was because she was calculating her safe period. Those few days happened to be quite safe, and
my mom herself was also thinking about it, so she agreed.

Actually, I'm a bit of a sadist because I really like to fuck my mom until her hair is disheveled, rolling around on the bed, and then
begging for mercy.

When we're on all fours, I pull my mom's hair from behind. Sometimes I like to make my mom kneel down and give me a blowjob, and then
I watch my penis going in and out of my mom's mouth in the mirror on the dressing table. While my mother was using the toilet,
I once opened the bathroom door (the kind with a coin-operated latch), pulled down my pants, held her
head down, took out my penis, and shoved it into her mouth, thrusting until I ejaculated. My mother said she must have owed me in her past life.

Sometimes my mother can be lewd; when she's aroused, she'll tease me. She especially likes me sucking her nipples.
Sometimes while watching TV, she'll suddenly unbutton her shirt and bra, thrusting her breasts into my mouth. My mother also
loves kissing; any occasion, any time, as long as we're alone, she'll have a long kiss whenever she feels like it. My mother's tongue is very
agile , always darting into my mouth and entwining with mine. I'm never this passionate when I kiss my girlfriend.

I learned a lot from talking to my mom. She knew about it back when I started masturbating in sixth grade.
Sometimes I was too lazy to go to the bathroom, so I would just lie in bed and masturbate gently. I always thought Mom was asleep and didn't know,
but sometimes she wasn't asleep at all. Mom first found out when the bed shook, waking her up. She
opened her eyes and saw me moving around, one hand still holding my penis and stroking it. That's when she knew. But Mom remained
silent, pretending not to know. In fact, she didn't know what to do either; she couldn't exactly tell me that excessive masturbation
was bad for my health. I always thought Mom didn't know because I always tried to be quiet when masturbating in bed, but even with the quietest
movements the bed still shook.

Ever since Mom found out I started masturbating, she would peek through her eyes whenever she felt the bed shaking at night.

Lost in the pleasure of masturbation, I was completely unaware of the spectator, just relentlessly masturbating. Ejaculation was
a bit of a hassle; sometimes if I didn't have time to cover myself with toilet paper before ejaculating, it would spray everywhere.
Sometimes it even got on Mom's clothes and face, so the cleanup was a real pain – cleaning up the semen everywhere.

Especially on Mom's face, I had to be very careful to wipe it off so as not to wake her. In fact, Mom was mostly awake; even
with semen on her face, there was nothing she could do but pretend to be asleep.

Mom saw the pornographic books I secretly brought home, and she said she didn't feel anything reading them. Mom knew I was peeking at her
body , but she didn't deliberately avoid it. Mom said she actually wanted me to see her body too, but she
didn't know why. However, Mom wouldn't deliberately expose herself to me; she would be shy. Mom knew I would
peek at her genitals while she was sleeping at night. She wanted me to see too, but she didn't dare to be so direct. Until that day, Mom deliberately
slept without underwear, and when I saw it, I couldn't help but touch it. I told Mom that she was actually seducing me, and Mom laughed
and said, "Who told me to be so lewd, letting her get her way so easily?"

Of course, Mom didn't intentionally seduce me; she didn't know why she did it.

She just wanted to be close to her son.

Foreword:

I never imagined this would happen, but it did,
and it immensely.

Perhaps because my family is quite traditional, the adults were extremely conservative about relationships between men and women. My family was
small. My dad was a civil servant, with low pay and little work, and he lived close to home. My mom was a housekeeper; in her spare time, she would go to a nearby garment factory to collect
unfinished garments and trim loose threads, earning money by the piece. So, I didn't have much time to play as a child; I had to stay home
and trim threads to supplement the family income. Therefore, our family wasn't wealthy, but we weren't starving either.

I was the second child, with an older sister and a younger sister. My mom said she originally wanted to have a
boy , but after ten months of pregnancy, a girl appeared. Since she was already born, we couldn't just put her back
in, so we raised her with a mix of care and attention. Therefore, my younger sister was somewhat neglected from a young age and didn't receive the best care, which left
her feeling a bit resentful even as she grew up. When she was about to graduate from junior high, she still looked like an elementary school girl.
My mother was very worried about how she would manage and how she would ever get married. However, it turned out my mother's
worries were unfounded. My younger sister's progress in her first year of nursing school was phenomenal. I'm not talking about her grades, but rather that her face became more
delicate , her figure became more womanly—at least her curves were more defined—and her skin became smooth and soft, unlike
the dry and dark skin she had as a child. I don't know if this was my doing; when I asked my younger sister, she just laughed and teased me. But that's another
story. However, the only downside is that she's still so short, supposedly 150 cm, but everyone knows that
150 is an unconditionally rounded-up number...

As for my older sister, I feel guilty when I talk about her. Many things aren't absolutely right or wrong; perhaps
with the passage of time, right and wrong shift. Unlike my younger sister, my older sister is much taller. Not in the sense of being physically imposing or
large there's a stark contrast compared to my younger sister. My sister's height is about the same as mine, close to 170
cm (I seem quite short in comparison), with an average build and average looks, not as pretty as my younger sister.
What's special about my sister is her beautiful buttocks—round and perky. I don't know what people generally consider beautiful buttocks,
but I certainly find them attractive. Heaven was fair to my older sister and younger sister, showing no favoritism.

As for me, I'm neither tall nor handsome, of average talent, clumsy with words, and have no outstanding abilities. But God
has been quite kind to me. Well, that's a story for another

time .

I don't know what it means for a boy to be precocious or late-blooming when I was in elementary school, but I
was always interested in the opposite sex's body. It was just curiosity, without any lustful thoughts or excitement.

At that time, there were only two bedrooms in our house. One was my parents' large bedroom, which my younger sister slept in with them.
The other a smaller bedroom for my older sister and me. Perhaps my parents thought we were too young to cause any problems,
so they let us sleep together. Later I realized that I (probably in third grade, my sister was
three years , and she was even more grown up.

Nowadays, people probably don't sew their own underwear! They buy ready-made, boys and girls alike,
Wacoal , Yiershuang… But when I was little, everything at home was "homemade." My mom had a sewing machine, not
the electric kind we have now, but a foot-operated one, nothing fancy, just a very simple design.

Everything in the house, from curtains and tablecloths to handkerchiefs and underwear, was made by my mom's skillful hands. Since it was homemade
, it was inevitably simple and basic, nothing luxurious, just functional.

Curtains and tablecloths aren't much to talk about, but underwear is a different story. Looking back, it's kind of funny.
The underwear had no elastic band, it was loose and baggy, and the waistband was just held together by a strap. So
taking it off was easy; just pull the strap, and the pants would fall down. It was rudimentary, but it made things very convenient for me, whether
it was taking off my own or theirs…

That's how my incestuous history began, with the bedroom not having enough space and the loose underwear. At first, it was
curiosity , curiosity about the opposite sex's body. I don't remember when I started finding that
the woman I slept with every night could satisfy my curiosity, especially in the summer. Because we wear very little clothing in the summer, and with
the breeze from the fan (we can't afford an air conditioner), I noticed my sister's loose underwear swaying in the wind. I discovered this
one night when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and returned to bed.

In the dim light, my sister's genitals were vaguely visible. I knelt down beside her thighs and stared for a long time,
not daring to touch her, just watching. I watched until I felt sleepy, then lay back down and went back to sleep.

This was the first time I saw my sister's genitals, and nothing happened. Actually, saying it was the first time isn't quite right, because I always bathed with my sister when I
was very young , but I didn't feel anything at the time and have no
memory of it. From then on, I would often deliberately stay awake at night, wait until my sister was asleep,
then at her genitals and peek.

Unexpectedly, I became addicted to watching, and going to bed at night became the thing I looked forward to most every day. Perhaps
some perverted incestuous acts were developed during this period.

I watched every day, but never touched her. I don't know how long I watched, but gradually the weather got colder, because
winter came. Of course, winter coming isn't a big deal, but the problem is that you have to wear more and more clothes.
My sister, who used to sleep in skirts (we were poor and didn't usually wear pajamas,
she'd wear whatever she wore during the day to bed), started sleeping in long pants.

This was a big deal, because I could no longer peek at her, but I was addicted to it. Of course, not looking wouldn't
kill me , but I'd really want to, and it would keep me awake. After a few days, I couldn't resist anymore; I really wanted to see my sister's
genitals. So I decided to take action, to pull down her pants so I could see again, I
thought. On the surface, this decision seemed like just to satisfy my curiosity, but many things started from
there .

That night, after my sister fell asleep, I began my actions. My mom
makes most of the pants for us kids , but this one has an elastic waistband. Since it's worn on the outside, it can't look too shabby. The elastic waistband makes it a bit
harder to pull down, but I still carefully and very slowly pulled down my sister's pants. After pulling them down (to
the thighs), I noticed she was wearing underwear. At this point, her legs were closed (because of the elastic waistband),
and there was no fan to cool them down. What to do? I had to go all the way and take off her underwear as well. The
underwear was easy to take off; I pulled the strap, and it all came off easily, except for
her buttocks.

But I still couldn't see much because her legs were still closed. However, I didn't dare pull it down any further, because
to get my sister to open her legs, I'd have to take her pants off completely, which I dared not do. But this
was good enough, because I hadn't seen my sister's genitals for many days. Even though only a tiny bit of that cleft was visible,
I was satisfied.

This time, I didn't just look; since I was already undressed, I might as well touch it. So I gently touched
my sister's genitals, and then slowly covered the protrusion with my palm, gently stroking it. Soft, delicate, and
warm . At the time, I didn't feel anything, I just knew I touched it. Actually, I wasn't quite
sure why I touched it; I just wanted to touch it, but after touching it, I didn't feel anything.

I was only in third grade then, so of course I didn't feel anything. At that time,
I didn't even have the most basic impulses or sexual desires; it was just curiosity. After that, I rarely took off my sister's pants again, because after
finally getting them off, I didn't know what to do. Besides touching her, there didn't seem to be much to touch.

Then I had to go through the trouble of putting her pants back on, and after all that, I still didn't know what I was doing.

A winter passed quickly like that. My curiosity hadn't disappeared, but I just didn't want the hassle. I
didn't know if my sister knew I was secretly taking off her pants, but I thought probably not, because she didn't
suddenly wake up.

Not long after the Lunar New Year, something finally happened. One night, Mom said that my older sister would be
sleeping , and Mom would sleep with me instead. I was shocked. I wondered if my sister already knew I would secretly take off her pants
and tell Mom, which was why Mom wouldn't let me continue sleeping with her. But Mom didn't say anything, and of course, I didn't dare to ask.

I just found it strange. If my sister had told Mom, why wasn't Dad sleeping with me, but Mom?

So, I started sleeping with Mom. During this time, I learned to be careful and
never dared to take off Mom's pants, no matter how curious or bold I was. This went on peacefully for over two years. But people always grow up, and eventually, they get
led astray by their classmates. As the weather got hotter, people wore less and less clothing, and then some accidents happened.

My mother's body

finally gave way to summer. This summer was no different from previous years; it was just as hot,
almost uncontrollably so.

Yes, things finally got out of control.

I think my mother still believed at this point that I was just a child, and she probably didn't believe that I would ever do anything to
my mother! I was already in sixth grade then. Of course, getting older doesn't necessarily mean becoming evil,
but at school, some classmates could get their hands on small notebooks (now called "A books"). We'd pass them around,
sometimes tearing a book apart page by page, and everyone would take turns reading it. After reading the first page, we'd start looking for the second
page. And so on. Some people would just pick up any page and read it without any regard for the order, then
mentally connect the plot. Those adult books back then were much better than the ones now; they had a storyline, unlike
the ones now which are all non-existent, with the male and female leads just having sex from beginning to end.

It was around this time that my penis started to get erections and I learned to masturbate, though I
don't . I guess that doesn't count as precocious; many of my classmates were like me. But my mom still
treated me like a child, unaware that this "child" was already quite wicked and lewd.

Sleeping with my mom every day always made me feel comfortable, and sometimes, lying in bed imagining
having sex with a certain girl (usually a TV or movie star), I would start masturbating. However, this wasn't satisfying enough,
because I was afraid of waking my mother, so sometimes I would simply go to the bathroom to masturbate, and then come back to sleep.

Gradually, I don't know how, I started fantasizing about having sex with my mother while masturbating
. In other words, I fantasized about having sex with my mother. Looking back now, it seems unbelievable, but at the time, it didn't seem like anything, it felt
natural, and I didn't feel guilty (I still don't, I think I'm probably very perverted). And the frequency of the fantasies
increased , until finally, I only fantasized about having sex with my mother.

Every night, I would lie next to my mother like this, masturbating and fantasizing, but I never had any other thoughts. But
as the days went by, I started to want to do some things, at least I wanted to see my mother's body.

One night, I decided to see if my mother's genitals could be seen by me, just like my sister's. I pretended to be asleep as soon as I
got , and soon after, Mom got into bed too. I don't know how much time passed, but I figured Mom must be fast asleep. So I
rolled over dramatically, deliberately touching Mom to see her reaction. Mom didn't move at all. I thought about Mom...
She was already fast asleep.

I adjusted the angle of the fan and my own view, then waited to see. The wind blew
open her skirt, revealing her thighs and underwear, but I couldn't see anything else because her
legs weren't spread wide.

I didn't dare move her legs, so I just waited quietly to see if she would change position. After waiting for a long time
, she finally moved, turning over to her side, and now I couldn't see anything. I was so tired from waiting that I fell asleep.

The next night, I got to see what was happening, and it didn't take long. As soon as she got into bed, she lay spread-eagled until
she was fast asleep . The wind blew, just like my sister's, and her underwear was blown open, revealing her genitals. Because I could only
peek in from the side, all I saw was a dark patch of hair. But that was enough to excite me, since
my older sister's genitals were hairless before.

From then on, my nightly routine was to peek at my mother's genitals, just like I always peeked at my sister's.

Until one day, things were a little different.

That day, as usual, I pretended to be asleep, but my mother went to bed very late. I waited a long time, almost falling asleep myself
. Finally, my mother got into bed, lay down, and pulled a thin blanket over herself. I felt something was strange. After my mother
fell asleep I got up and looked at her. I didn't understand why she was covered by the blanket today. But I still waited,
to see if she would kick it off.

Luckily, or perhaps because the weather was really too hot and humid, Mom kicked off the blanket soon after, spreading her legs wide open
. I was stunned when I saw it—Mom wasn't wearing underwear. Her entire genitals were completely exposed to me.

My heart started racing, and my mind went blank. I stared for a long time, because this time
I saw more than just pubic hair; I saw things I hadn't seen before. Her labia majora and minora, and I could almost see her anus. I
looked very carefully because it was a rare opportunity; Mom doesn't go without underwear every day.

As I looked, I couldn't resist reaching out and touching Mom's thigh. Mom didn't react. So, I became bolder
and continued touching Mom's genitals, lingering there. I kept touching that area, and it felt so
exciting my penis got hard.

From that first encounter, whenever no one was home, I liked to snuggle into my mom's arms
. On the surface, it seemed like I was being spoiled, but actually, I was taking advantage of her.

Of course, my mom knew what I was doing, but she didn't mind. Maybe she treated me like a child, or maybe she
spoiled me and couldn't bear to refuse my actions? But the latter is more likely, because I didn't just snuggle in her arms; I
actually groped her all over. If it's the former, then my mom is wrong, because every time she touches me
, I get an erection and get very excited. Every time after she touches me, I go to the bathroom and masturbate.

With my mother's indulgence, I grew bolder and bolder, gradually daring to put my hand inside her clothes.

At first, I would touch her breasts through her bra or her genitals through her skirt and panties
.

However, I always tested her tolerance, never going too far at first. So,
I didn't directly touch her breasts; instead, I started from her stomach, moving upwards if she didn't
react . The first time I put my hand inside, she immediately pushed it away and gently scolded
me for what I was doing. But I never took her scolding to heart; I just didn't push my luck. Then
I'd try again next time.

However, with only my mom and me at home, opportunities were few and far between. It wasn't until almost a year later that I started reaching under my mom's skirt to touch
her genitals.

At first, I only dared to touch her thighs, and the first time I reached under her skirt, she tapped me on the head,
warning me not to do anything reckless. Of course, I didn't give up so easily; I'd try again next time.

I didn't understand why my mom was so indulgent with me, and I knew that as long as I didn't go too far or rush things, even if
it didn't work the first time, the second, the third… Mom would always give in. By then, Mom probably wouldn't treat me
like a child almost in junior high, and even leg hair was starting to grow.

The fastest progress was during the summer vacation between sixth grade and first year of junior high, because my older sister and younger sister were at my maternal grandmother's house. During the day, it's just
my mom and me at home, along with some annoying neighbors. Of course,
I don't mind when these neighbors occasionally bring us homemade steamed buns or dumplings, but most of the time they just drop by. Each visit
lasts a morning or afternoon, and my mom chats with them while she trims loose threads. Of course, I help
trim the threads, and naturally, I listen. We talk about everything under the sun—the seven necessities of life: firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea—
that's all we talk about every day.

Because it's just my mom and me at home, I have many opportunities to be alone with her. I especially love taking my afternoon nap
; I always go to my mom's room and sleep with her. I always felt happy when I took a nap because
Mom would lie on the bed and let me touch her. She wouldn't care what I was doing; she would just sleep. But usually, Mom would only
go to sleep after I had had my fill of touching her.

Later, I became bolder and bolder, and I simply took off Mom's clothes. At first, Mom wasn't very willing, and when I unbuttoned
her clothes, she would always push my hands away, but I continued. After a few times, Mom ignored me and let
me unbutton her top. After unbuttoning it and spreading her clothes open, I saw Mom's bare upper body, and of course, her
bra. After touching her through the bra for a while, I felt unsatisfied, so I forced my hand inside the bra.

At this point, Mom still didn't react; she just lay there with her eyes closed. I figured if I went too far, Mom would just scold me at most
, so I steeled myself and pulled down the straps of her bra, then moved the cups aside,
exposing her entire breast. Mom still didn't react, which I assumed meant yes. I gently stroked her breasts
while my other hand started moving down. It slowly reached her lower abdomen, but she still didn't react. I was
surprised, but I didn't care. I thought, since that's the case, I might as well strip her naked. So I slowly pulled her skirt up from
the hem , until it was completely flipped up. Without further ado, I pulled her underwear down
to her calves. Suddenly, Mom opened her eyes. I was startled, thinking she was angry and about to explode.

But Mom just stared at me without saying a word, her face expressionless. I froze
, unsure what to do. I was afraid to continue undressing for fear of really getting angry, but I also felt unwilling to give up.

We just stood there staring at each other for several minutes, or maybe longer, I don't know, still not knowing what to do
. Then Mom closed her eyes again. I didn't know why, but it didn't seem like Mom was angry anymore.

So I continued what I was doing. I pulled down Mom's panties completely, leaving her lower body
exposed. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her pubic hair was thick. I reached out and touched her thigh, and she flinched
.

I continued to touch upwards and inwards, touching the inside of her thighs, all the way to the groin. My hand
was on her genitals. My heart was pounding; I was excited, but also afraid Mom would suddenly get angry and explode.

I didn't know how much tolerance Mom had, but I wanted to take off all the rest of her clothes.

Her skirt was elasticated and easy to remove. But her bra was impossible to take off; I pulled and tugged at it, but I could
n't get it off. Since I couldn't take them off, I decided not to. At that moment, I was incredibly excited; my penis was fully erect. I
took off all my clothes and pressed myself against my mother. She felt warm and soft, so comfortable. I hugged her
tightly , resting my head on her shoulder. Then my mother opened her eyes again, this time
with a look of surprise on her face, and immediately pushed me away. I lay on my side next to her, a little nervous,
thinking she was probably angry. My

mother lay there, her head turned to the side, staring at me. I felt a little guilty under her gaze, wondering what she would do next.

But Mom slowly lowered her gaze, and I realized she was looking at my genitals. Despite my nervousness,
my penis remained hard and erect. Then Mom spoke, asking when my penis started getting
bigger. I said it started in sixth grade. Mom stared at me, saying she hadn't realized I'd grown so much. I didn't know
if she meant I'd grown up or my penis.

Mom looked at me again, asking if I knew anything about relationships between
men sex, so I told her everything I knew, even about the porn I read in class. My mom asked me
what the adult books were about, so I roughly told her the plot.

We ended up talking naked for over ten minutes. Then, she suddenly asked what
I was trying to do, since I'd just taken off both her clothes and mine. I blurted out that I
wanted to have sex with her. She paused, then asked why I had such thoughts. I
told her about fantasizing about having sex with her while masturbating at night. She then asked when I'd started masturbating, and I said sixth grade.

I forget what we talked about next, but I remember Mom smiled, closed her eyes, and then I excitedly rolled over and
pinned her down, my penis pressing against her mons pubis. I kept thrusting up and down, and soon I ejaculated.

After ejaculating, I was still holding Mom, but she seemed to know I had ejaculated and pushed me off. I
looked down and saw that my and Mom's lower abdomens were covered in semen. Mom said she was going to take a shower, grabbed her clothes, and left. I
lay on the bed, feeling sleepy because I had just ejaculated. After some time, Mom came back in,

already dressed. She shook me awake and told me to take a shower and then go back to sleep. I was sleepy, but I still went to shower because my lower abdomen
felt sticky and uncomfortable. After washing up and getting dressed, I went back to my mom's room. She wasn't asleep yet and told me to go to sleep quickly because she
had to cut some loose threads in the afternoon.

That's how I had my first intimate encounter with my mom. Although it wasn't actual sex, I
felt , physically close. And afterwards, my mom's tolerance for me increased a lot.

Taking it a step further, that night, I went into the bedroom first. My mom usually went to bed after everyone else had gone
to . I was almost asleep when she went into the bedroom, but I stayed awake because I wanted to be intimate with her. When she came
in, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Seeing that I was asleep, she climbed onto the bed and kissed me on the cheek.

I don't think Mom ever kissed me like that before. Maybe she did it when I was very young, but I don't remember
it.

I was quite surprised, so I opened my eyes and kissed her back. I originally meant to kiss her cheek, but I ended up kissing
her lips.

This time, Mom was startled, and so was I. Not only was I startled, but I also had some
indescribable feelings. I really wanted to kiss Mom again, and a real kiss. Mom paused for a moment, then didn't say anything
and lay down to sleep. After Mom was settled, I rolled over and hugged her, then pressed my lips to hers
. At that time, I had no experience with kissing; I had only seen it on TV and in movies, and I didn't know what a French
kiss was. I hugged Mom tightly and kissed her again and again. At first, Mom struggled a little, but I held her tightly, and she
stopped struggling.

I kept kissing her until I was satisfied before letting go. Only then did I realize that Mom was also holding me tightly. I just
let Mom hold me like that and drifted off to sleep. I slept very soundly and
woke up . After waking up, I continued to lie down, and slowly my mind began to clear. However, I also noticed that my penis was hard
and erect. At this point, I habitually pulled down my pants and started masturbating. While masturbating, I suddenly remembered what
had happened . I thought to myself, Mom is sleeping right next to me, why am I masturbating like this? So I took off all my clothes first, and then
started undressing Mom. Before I finished, Mom was woken up. She was startled when she realized I was undressing her, but
didn't say anything or resist. So I continued.

Then I encountered the same problem: Mom's bra wouldn't come off. Mom saw my frantic efforts, smiled
, got up, and took it off herself. That's when I realized the bra clasp was in the back; no wonder I
could n't get it off.

After taking off her bra, Mom lay back down. Now she was completely naked. I was so excited! I immediately rolled over and
pinned Mom down, hugging her. Mom wrapped her arms around me. I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly; I wanted to savor
the feeling of skin-to-skin contact. This time it lasted longer, and when I finally ejaculated, my mom and I were covered in
semen .

This went on for over ten days, every night my mom and I would cuddle naked until I ejaculated.
Sometimes on holidays, when it was just my mom and me during the day, if I wanted to, I would pull my mom into the bedroom. Until my mom
had her period. That night, she didn't want me to undress her or hug her. At that time, I didn't know much about menstruation;
I only knew that women bleed during this time.

The first time my mom had her period, before going to sleep that night, I took off my own clothes first, and then my mom
's . But Mom pushed my hands away and told me not to take them off, explaining that she was menstruating and briefly explaining what
menstruation was. I didn't really understand, but since Mom was bleeding, I didn't dare do anything.

However, the problem remained: I was still sexually aroused. Sitting on the bed, holding my erect penis, I asked Mom what to do.
"What should I do?" Mom laughed and said, "Just masturbate." She added that she'd never seen me masturbate before, so this was a good opportunity for her to see.

So I sat on the bed and started masturbating. While I was masturbating, I kept looking at Mom, who was staring intently
at my penis. I started masturbating faster and faster, until my hand ached, but I just
couldn't finish. I guess I wasn't used to seeing her doing it.

Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore; my hand was too sore, so I had to stop and rest. Mom was surprised when I stopped and
asked what was wrong. I said my hand was sore. Mom probably found that funny and kept laughing.

Then I suddenly remembered the book about blowing a trumpet, so I told Mom I wanted her to do it for me. Mom was a little
surprised. She said she'd heard about it, but she'd never actually done it. I asked my mother to do it, but she refused. I asked my mother
if she felt dirty, and she said she was embarrassed. Because it is very difficult for a mother to put her son's penis in her mouth and suck
it.

So I settled for the next best thing and asked my mother to masturbate for me. Mom paused for a moment, nodded and said yes. I lay down
, and then Mom sat next to my waist, holding my penis in her hand and started stroking. It's much different than playing it on my own
, it's much more comfortable, but sometimes it hurts a little if the angle is wrong. I told my mother when it hurt, and gradually
my mother started to beat it smoothly.

It was really comfortable, and my mother asked me if it would be too slow or too fast, and I would tell her if it was too slow or too fast.
I told her to slow down, because I didn’t want to ejaculate too quickly. So Mom slowed down, and I watched her quietly
enjoy it. While she was masturbating, she told me my penis was very big. I didn't know exactly how big it was, so I didn't
answer . Mom asked me if it felt good, and I said it felt really good. Indeed, it felt very good, much better than masturbating myself.

Gradually, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I asked Mom to go faster. So Mom sped up, moving up and down continuously
, and soon she ejaculated, and a lot of it. Mom's clothes and my face got sprayed, and
the hand that was masturbating me got covered in it too.

Mom took a tissue to wipe me clean, then wiped herself clean, and then got up to clean up in the bathroom.

I lay in bed, and before Mom came back, I had already fallen asleep.

So, we would usually cuddle naked, and I would rub my penis against her thighs or turn her over so
she was lying face down, rubbing against her buttocks until I ejaculated. If she had her period, she would masturbate me. Although
I always asked her to give me a blowjob when she had her period, she never agreed. However, I never gave her oral sex
, even though I kissed almost every part of her body. When she was aroused, she would kiss me from head to toe, but she would always
skip my penis. My kissing with her gradually improved. At first, she would keep her lips tightly closed, only letting me kiss her lips.

But gradually, Mom loosened up. She not only opened her lips but also taught me French kissing, which involves putting your tongue
into your mouth. I loved kissing like that, and whenever I had a chance to be alone with Mom, I would hug her and kiss her deeply.

So whenever it was just the two of us at home, I would quickly get intimate with Mom.
Whether she was cooking or mopping the floor, we could be intimate. We would even
be intimate when there were other people in the house and they weren't looking. Mom loved to masturbate me. It wasn't that she didn't like me
ejaculating , but she liked holding my penis and feeling its thick, hot shaft.

Actually, it's not just me who releases my sexual desire on my mother; sometimes she also
reaches orgasm from my kisses and caresses. My mother loves it when I kiss her breasts and caress her genitals. Her genitals get wet very easily; sometimes
even without touching her, just a kiss will make her wet. However, it's not as wet as described in adult books,
just her genitals are wet.

If it happens a few days before her period, and I kiss and caress her long enough, she will have an orgasm
. I've asked my mother to actually have sex with me, but she refuses. At most, she'll let my penis
rub against her genitals. Several times I've tried to force myself on her, but she always stops me. And Mom wouldn't let me ejaculate on
or ; at the time, I thought she probably thought it was dirty. Later, I finally understood why: Mom wasn't using
contraception, so she was afraid of getting pregnant.

I asked Mom to give me oral sex several times, but she always refused. I asked her what I would do for her to agree, and she always said
later .

God knows when "later" meant. Finally, I decided to give Mom oral sex first. One night, after Mom took a shower
and went to bed, we did what we always did: laughing and joking, playing around and taking off each other's clothes until we
were naked . After we were naked, I had Mom lie down and started caressing and kissing her. I kissed her all the way down her face, and Mom let out soft
moans. After kissing her lower abdomen, I spread my mother's legs apart. By then, her vaginal fluids were already flowing out. Without
thinking much, I started licking her genitals. My first sensation was that it felt salty and slippery. At that time, I didn't
know anything about labia majora and minora, or clitoris; I just licked her entire vulva. My mother
was startled by my sudden action, but then she started moaning.

Her moans were louder and more rapid than usual. I knew she must be feeling very good, so I intensified my licking
.

Soon after, my mother had an intense orgasm, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. After the orgasm, she just
lay there motionless, looking very tired. I took a tissue and wiped my mother's genitals;
there was a lot of , and her entire genital area was smeared.

Since my mother didn't move, I could only lie beside her and wait for her to regain consciousness. After some time, my mother turned to look at me,
and I looked back at her. I asked her how it felt, and she nodded, blushing. She asked where I learned that, and I said I learned it from
an adult book. She then asked why I thought of giving her oral sex, and I said it would make her feel good. My mother was very touched and
hugged me tightly. I felt a little guilty because I had ulterior motives, but it was true that my mother felt great.

Seeing Mom like this, I was too embarrassed to bring up the topic of oral sex, otherwise she would definitely think I had ulterior
motives and wasn't just doing it to make her feel good. Mom hugged and kissed me, and with one hand, she reached down and took
my penis and started masturbating. Actually, I was really hoping Mom would take the initiative to give me oral sex, but she didn't. She just kept kissing and
masturbating, and my unworthy little brother was beaten until he ejaculated by Mom.

Later, I often gave Mom oral sex, but I never asked her to give me oral sex, and she never took the initiative.

The year I went up to the second year of junior high, we moved. Moving to a new house was of course a happy thing, but I
wasn't happy because the new house had enough rooms, and Dad said I was grown up and gave me my own room. This means
I can't sleep with Mom anymore. Mom knows I'm unhappy, but there's nothing she can do. There's no reason for a grown boy to still
be talking to his mother; Mom doesn't know how to tell Dad. I feel guilty and even more afraid to tell Dad that I want to sleep with Mom.
We slept together. So I slept in one room, Dad in another, and Mom, my sister, and my younger sister slept in a tatami room together.

From then on, I was less affectionate with Mom, but precisely because of this, my relationship with her grew stronger,
almost like a romantic one.

Since I no longer slept with Mom at night, I masturbated more often, almost entirely relying on
masturbation to satisfy my sexual needs. Because I had fewer opportunities to be alone, I cherished every moment of solitude. Mom knew
I was sad and felt sorry for me. Sometimes she would hug and kiss me when the family wasn't looking. During this period, my mom and I were intimate less than once a week
on average . We usually took advantage of other people going to the market (those who live in the countryside should know
it's a bit like a night market, but it doesn't happen every day; it's usually once a week) to quickly
make love in my room for a short one or two hours. I would abstain from sex for a day or two before each market visit, and then ejaculate several times during our
intimacy . During

my second year of junior high winter break, I went to my maternal grandmother's house with my mom for a few days. Because there weren't enough rooms, my mom and I slept
together . The first night, after we entered the room, we locked the door and then hugged and kissed, like a
couple who had been separated for a long time. After the long kiss, my mom asked me if I was happy, and I nodded and said I was very happy. I was really happy
because I hadn't slept with my mom for almost half a year.

That night, we were very intimate. I ejaculated several times, and my mom had an orgasm. The last
time I was hard for a long time but couldn't ejaculate, no matter how much my mom helped me. Finally, I asked
my mom to give me a blowjob, and she nodded. Then my mom held my penis in her mouth and gently sucked on it.
It felt so good to receive a blowjob for the first time, and I couldn't help but start thrusting in and out of my mom's mouth. My
penis is quite long, and I could only insert half of it; any more and my mom would block it with her hand. I ejaculated very quickly, all of it
into my mom's mouth, and she swallowed it all.

After Mom spat out my penis, she cleaned the remaining semen from the glans with her tongue and said she was going to rinse it off.

Since we were staying in a suite, I showered with Mom. I helped Mom wash, and Mom helped me wash; we played in
the bathroom for a long time before coming out. That night was the sweetest night's sleep I'd had in six months. I slept with Mom in my arms, gently
stroking her hair.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, although that phrase doesn't really apply to Mom and me, we both felt that way. For several
nights, I fell asleep completely exhausted, and Mom always helped me ejaculate. I asked Mom why she swallowed all the semen
, and she said it was my semen, so she dared to swallow it. I asked Mom again, "Why are you going to give me a blowjob this time?" Mom said that she had been willing to give me a blowjob ever
since the first time I gave her one, but I hadn't asked for it again, so
she was too embarrassed to offer. Mom asked me if I liked it, and I said I liked it a lot, it felt great.

The night before I went home, I was intimate with Mom in bed as usual. I thought that since I had to ask Mom to do it,
I would ask again this time, so I asked Mom if I could have it inside her. Mom looked at me for a long time, holding
my penis and stroking it while watching me. I didn't know what Mom was thinking, but after a few minutes, Mom's face suddenly
turned very red, and then she lowered her head and nodded. I was both surprised and delighted. Having been rejected so many times, I was only asking again
with a "let's give it another try" attitude, and to my surprise, Mom agreed.

I immediately rolled over and pinned her down, spreading her legs wide, and then, holding my penis with one hand, tried
to insert it into her vagina. Perhaps the angle was wrong, or for some other reason, I just couldn't get it in. I kept pushing and pushing, but still could

n't get it in. Mom had kept her eyes closed, but after a few minutes, she opened them. I asked
what , and Mom laughed and said, "Then don't try."
Of course I wanted to try, so I spread Mom's legs even wider, then changed positions, trying again in a kneeling position between her legs. Now I could see Mom's vagina,
so I gripped my penis and inserted it.

This time it went in smoothly, feeling tight, warm, and so comfortable. I grabbed Mom's
knees , spreading her legs wide to expose her entire genitals, making it even clearer. I started thrusting,
watching Mom. Mom's eyes were closed, her brows furrowed; it was impossible to tell if she was comfortable or uncomfortable. I thrust
quickly , and soon I couldn't hold back. I thrust and pulled with all my might, ejaculating very quickly. It felt
like I was about to explode.

After ejaculating, I collapsed onto Mom, and she hugged me, stroking my head. My penis didn't come out
; it was still inside Mom's vagina. It felt warm and slippery. A few minutes later, Mom told me to get down so she could clean herself up
. After I got down, Mom took some toilet paper and wiped my penis; it was completely wet, and there was still some semen on the glans.

After wiping me, Mom wiped her own genitals; her genitals were also very wet, and there was white semen
flowing out of her vagina.

After cleaning up, we lay on the bed embracing each other. I asked Mom how it felt, if it was comfortable. Mom nodded and said it felt very
comfortable , especially the feeling of fullness when I first penetrated her, and the sensation of me going in and out made her whole body go numb
. Mom also said that she hadn't had sex in a long time, and my penis was quite long, so it felt comfortable but also a little painful.

I kissed my mom, and she put her tongue in my mouth for me to suck on, while simultaneously stroking my penis with her hand. I thought
my mom wanted to do it again, because she knew that every time I sucked on her tongue, I would quickly become aroused again,
so sometimes she would deliberately tease me by putting her tongue in my mouth for me to suck on. Soon my penis became hard again
, and I fucked my mom again in the same position. This time it lasted longer, but my mom didn't reach
orgasm . That night we did it many times, until we were exhausted before going to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee, went back
to bed, and fucked my mom again by spreading her legs.

I woke up very late the next morning, but my mom woke up very early. After lunch, we went home.

The last few times I had sex with my mom, she didn't have an orgasm. I think it might be because my technique was too poor. But
gradually my technique improved, and my stamina increased, and my mom started having orgasms too. My
record so far is seven consecutive orgasms. That was when I was in college, and we went to a hotel together. After that time, my mom
was completely limp and didn't move at all. I shook her and called her, but she didn't respond, which startled me. I wondered what was wrong with her.

It wasn't until half an hour later that my mom had some strength to speak. She said she couldn't move and asked me to sleep for a while. I thought she was just
too tired.

Even now, Mom sometimes brings up those times we had sex at Grandma's house to laugh at me. She says that even though we did it so
many times Mom has stopped laughing at me about it as much.
Because later on, every time we had sex, it would end with my mom begging for mercy. Then she would give me oral sex, and if I continued
, she would collapse on the bed, unable to move. But I still liked to ejaculate inside her vagina and watch
the semen slowly flow out. So whenever my mom couldn't take it anymore and gave me oral sex,
I would pull my penis out just before I ejaculated, then insert it back into her vagina and thrust quickly until I ejaculated.

Once I asked my mom why she wanted to have sex with me, and she said she needed it too, and because we were often
intimate , she was always left feeling unsatisfied. Besides, oral sex is different from intercourse, and every time she saw me
ejaculate, she wished it was inside her. I used to ask my mom to have sex with me. She really wanted to,
but felt it was a bit much to agree so easily, and taking the initiative was out of the question. She said that
if I were to rape her, she wouldn't blame me, because it seemed like a good solution.
The reason she thought about it for so long before our first time was because she was calculating her safe period. Those few days happened to be quite safe, and
she herself was also somewhat interested, so she agreed.

Actually, I'm a bit of a sadist because I really enjoy having sex with my mom until her hair is disheveled, she's rolling around on the bed, and then
she begs for mercy.

When we were on all fours, I would pull my mom's hair from behind. Sometimes I liked to make her kneel down and give me a blowjob, and then
I would watch my penis going in and out of her mouth in the mirror on the dressing table. Sometimes when my mom was on the toilet,
I would open the bathroom door (the kind with a coin-operated lock), pull down my pants, hold her head down
, take out my penis, and shove it into her mouth, thrusting until I ejaculated. My mom said she owed me something in her past life.

Sometimes my mom can be lewd; when she's aroused, she'll tease me. She especially likes me sucking her nipples.
Sometimes when we're watching TV, she'll suddenly unbutton her shirt and bra, thrusting her breasts into my mouth. My mom also
loves kissing. Whenever we're alone, she'll have a long kiss. Her tongue is very
nimble ; it always slips into my mouth and intertwines with mine. I'm not even that passionate when I kiss my girlfriend.

I've learned a lot from talking to my mom. She knew about it back when I started masturbating in sixth grade.
Sometimes I was too lazy to go to the bathroom, so I would lie in bed and masturbate gently. I always thought my mom was asleep and didn't know,
but sometimes she wasn't asleep at all. The first time my mom found out about my masturbation was when the bed shook and woke her up. She
opened her eyes and saw me moving around, one hand still holding my penis and stroking it. That's when she found out. However, Mom remained
silent, pretending not to know. In fact, she didn't know what to do either; she couldn't very well tell me that excessive masturbation
was bad for my health. I always thought Mom didn't know because I always tried to be gentle when masturbating in bed, but even with gentle
movements the bed still shook.

Ever since Mom found out I started masturbating, she would peek through her eyes whenever she felt the bed shaking at night.

But I, engrossed in the pleasure of masturbation, was completely unaware of the spectator, and just kept masturbating wildly without any restraint. Ejaculation was
more troublesome; sometimes if I didn't have time to cover myself with toilet paper before ejaculating, it would spray everywhere.
Sometimes it even got on Mom's clothes and face, so the cleanup was awful—having to clean up the semen that had sprayed everywhere.

I had to be very careful wiping
the semen off my mom's face so as not to wake her. In fact, she was mostly awake; even if semen got on her face, there was nothing I could do but pretend to be asleep.

My mom had seen the pornographic book I secretly brought home, and she said she didn't feel anything reading it. She knew I was peeking at her
body , but she didn't deliberately avoid it. She said she actually wanted me to see her body, but she
didn't know why. However, she wouldn't deliberately expose herself to me; she was shy. She knew I
peeked at her genitals while she was sleeping at night, and she wanted me to see too, but she wasn't too direct. Until that day, when she deliberately
slept without underwear, I couldn't resist touching her. I told my mom that she was the one who seduced me. She laughed
and said, "Who told me to be so lecherous? I let her get her way so easily.

" Of course, my mom didn't intentionally seduce me. As for why she did it, she herself didn't know.

She just wanted to be closer to her son.

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