My mother tempted me on the bus.

My sex life with my mother was wonderful, but it all started with her seduction. She "threw herself" into my arms, actively "delivering herself" to me. I'm not belittling my mother; on the contrary, I'm praising her selfless love for me.

Before we slept together, I was a virgin, so my first time was actually with my mother. But that's not entirely accurate either. Wasn't my mother selflessly "offering herself" to me by initiating sex? So, I still maintain that my sexual relationship with my mother was essentially a tacit, mutual, and illicit affair. This blissful incestuous relationship between mother and son is also God's will, a predestined connection from my mother's past life. I want to thank my dear mother!

Last year, I scored very high on the college entrance exam and was admitted to a prestigious university in Nanchang. This was exactly what my family wanted, because my aunt's family works in Nanchang.

My mother said, "That's great, now you have someone to take care of you in Nanchang, and it will be much more convenient for me to visit my sister."

My father said, "Wasn't this what we considered when we filled out our college applications?"

My mother said, "Now it's really come true. Back then it was just a choice, how could we not be happy?"

Actually, I later realized my mother's true intention: because I went to university in Nanchang, she had more opportunities to meet and have sex with me, while my father, of course, was kept in the dark.

After starting high school, I had many sexual desires for my mother, but I thought that she was, after all, my biological mother, so I could only bury this secret crush in my heart.

On the day I registered for school, my parents took me to school together. Afterwards, we went to my aunt's house for a while. Before leaving, my mother said, "If anything happens, you should write home often. If you miss your mother, I will come to the school."

After that, they left Nanchang. At the end of last year, my parents called me and said that my aunt's eldest son was getting married, and my mother was going to my aunt's house in Nanchang to attend the wedding ceremony. They asked me not to go home yet and to go to my aunt's house with my mother.

I never imagined that what I had longed for with my mother would happen so naturally. I never thought my mother would be such a capable person; she is a mother who loves her son very much, and also a woman with a flirtatious nature at heart. I truly love her to death.

On January 23, 2001, I saw my mother at my aunt's house after not seeing her for more than four months. We were very happy. My mother said that we would go home together in a few days.

My aunt even joked, "You really are a child who never grows up, still needing your mother to pick you up?"

My mother said, "In my eyes, he will always be a child. I am a little worried about him. Picking him up this time is just a convenience. It won't be like this again."

There is no train from Nanchang to our home, only a car, a fourteen-hour journey each way. On the afternoon of January 26th, we boarded the 5 PM bus on our way home, marking the beginning of an unforgettable sexual chapter for my mother and me. It was already winter, and after getting on the bus, we started watching videos. We were on a luxury minibus, and because my mother and I were sitting in the back, around 9 PM, I drifted off to sleep amidst the turbulence. My mother was also sleepy, and shortly after finishing the video, she leaned against me and fell asleep as well.

There were four of us in the back row. My mother sat on the far right, by the right window, and I sat to her left. The two passengers to my left were a woman in her thirties and what appeared to be her son, about six or seven years old. The boy was right next to me on the left, initially being quite playful with his mother, but then he fell asleep.

Although the air conditioning was on, it was a winter night. When I woke up, I found that the military overcoat my father had brought for me to school had been draped over both my mother and me. I don't know when my mother covered us with the overcoat, but I'm sure it was her.

I drifted off to sleep, and I don't remember what time it was, but I suddenly felt a hand moving around my crotch. I was sure it was my mother's hand. Sometimes her hand would stay still, and sometimes it would squeeze my penis through my clothes with a bit of force. I didn't make a sound, thinking it was just something my mother was doing in her sleep.

Actually, I had long harbored sexual fantasies about my mother, but at that moment I didn't understand what she meant. Firstly, I had never had any sexual contact or experience with my mother, and secondly, we were on a bus, and there were many people around, so I didn't dare to do anything to my mother. So, I didn't think much of my mother's actions, assuming it was just an unintentional act on my genitals.

After a while, her hand was now groping forcefully, and she was consciously and clearly caressing and pinching my penis. I felt a mix of nervousness and overwhelming excitement, and could only pretend to be asleep. But how could I possibly be asleep?

Seeing that I didn't react, and perhaps knowing I was pretending to be asleep, my mother pressed her body tightly against me again. For a moment, I felt her full body, especially her left thigh, was particularly thick and warm. It seemed her left leg was deliberately pressing heavily on my right. I smelled a very pleasant, feminine scent emanating from my mother—a very unique scent, the kind only my mother could give off.

At this point, I still pretended not to wake up. Then, my mother began to become restless. Her fingers moved noticeably, sometimes pressing hard against my lower body, sometimes gently stroking my penis, like caressing, but both times with force. Then, she quietly unzipped my pants and reached deeper inside, directly touching my penis and pressing it up and down forcefully.

At that moment, I didn't know what to say, because it all happened so suddenly. I only felt my penis was warm and incredibly large in my mother's small, fleshy hands. I was no longer able to control myself, nor could I predict what would happen next. I wanted my mother to caress me like that, so I slightly parted my legs to make it easier for her to caress me, but my eyes remained closed.

Then, I heard my mother's soft sighs, warm and full of maternal love and allure, and felt her warm face close to mine. I knew my mother was awake by now, and she understood my cooperation and hints. Actually, I really wanted to touch her body, but I had no experience in this area, so I didn't dare to make a move. My mother, being in her forties, gripped my genitals tightly with her hand, completely uninhibited, as if implying that I shouldn't be afraid and should let her touch me.

At that moment, I didn't know what to do. I could only passively submit to my mother's caresses. My mother is an accountant. She's very fair-skinned, with a pretty face, permed hair, and a fashionable and dignified appearance. She's about 1.6 meters tall and has a full figure, but not at all bulky. She's the type with large breasts, a wide bottom, and a slim waist. I especially love how she looks in summer dresses. When she walks, her ample hips sway, and her plump thighs look incredibly fair and sexy to me, her son.

Of course, my mother doesn't know what I'm thinking. When I was preparing for the college entrance exam, my mother told me many times, "If you get into university, I'll do whatever you want!" This shows her love for me. But my true thoughts are: Mom! How wonderful it would be if you could make love to me! Even if it was only once, how could I say that? So, I could only embrace my mother's full body in countless dreams.

And so, my mother cuddled and touched me for over half an hour. I couldn't bear it any longer; I felt myself about to ejaculate, so I shifted my body, yawned, and stopped pretending to be asleep.

At this moment, Mom gently withdrew her hand and opened her eyes, saying to me, "You weren't asleep?"

I didn't react for a moment and said, "Yeah, I just woke up! I was sleeping, I was sleeping!"

Seeing my hesitant words, Mom chuckled softly, her voice low and somewhat ambiguous, saying, "Sleep some more! Now Mom will sleep well with you!"

As she spoke, her hand under her coat began to press on my lower body again, smiling broadly, not allowing me to reply, "There's still plenty of time, get some good sleep!"

She squeezed my hand tightly, saying, "Is it okay?"

I could hear the unspoken meaning in her words. She still didn't let go, and chuckled softly, "Mom and you still have ten hours before we get home! No rush."

Then, in a voice only I could hear, she whispered to me, "Was that okay just now? Humph!"

I felt so happy for my mother's smile! Since my mother had made it clear, I was actually very happy inside. But I didn't want to show my excitement, so I made small talk, saying, "Yes! Okay! Okay! It's still a long way off! More than ten hours before we get home! Mom, are you cold?"

I was flustered inside, and my words were incoherent.

My mother said to me softly and alluringly, "We have our coats, right? We're not afraid of anything! Go back to sleep."

In the dimly lit carriage, my mother's smile was incredibly seductive. My mother's surname is Xu, and at this moment, she truly resembled a seductive middle-aged woman. She was enticing her lustful son, and I began to indulge in my long-desired incestuous dreams. I thought to myself, "My mother is truly my blessing!"

Then, my mother pressed her hand heavily on my thigh twice: "Isn't that right? What's there to be afraid of with this coat covering you?"

By this time, I understood everything. It turned out that before this, my mother had deliberately touched my lower body, cleverly concealing it all with the coat. Besides, it was late at night, and everyone on the train was asleep. Next to me was an innocent child. Only my mother and I knew about our incestuous actions under her coat. Aside from making love, no one else could possibly know what we were doing under that heavy military coat.

I stopped pretending to be oblivious and found it very exciting. I kept thinking, "My mother is so good." A strong desire to have sex with my mother, something I had never felt before, surged within me. However, this was on the train, and making love was absolutely impossible. I could only let my mother caress me, feeling how warm and full her body was. I really wanted to reach inside her, but I was also a little afraid.

So we continued "sleeping." Mom seemed to sense my thoughts; while touching my genitals, she began guiding my hand to touch hers. But I could only touch her through her clothes. At first, it was alright, but later, I felt unsatisfied and used my eyes and fingers to signal to Mom that it wasn't easy to touch! Mom understood my meaning, so she leaned back in the car seat, trying to project her genitals forward to make it easier for me to touch her. Then, under her coat, she loosened her belt and guided my hand to the depths of my long-desired flower. Twenty-one years ago, this was where I was born, and now it was the place where Mom and I both wanted to engage in a physical struggle and battle.

Good heavens! When I was twenty-one years old, I had never touched any woman. This was the first time I touched a woman's private parts with my hands, and it was my own mother's private parts. At this time, I felt that my mother's lower body was already soaked, and the warm juice was dripping. When I stretched my hand down to further touch the tender meat of my mother's lower body, I felt my mother's legs clamping my fingers tightly. I felt that it was hairy there, and the tender meat was tight, wet, and warm. I don't know what to do next? Mom may have seen what I meant, she opened her thighs slightly, took my hand with her hand under the coat, and stroked it quickly on her plump vagina.

Seeing that I hesitated to use force, she whispered in my ear, "Use force, it's okay!"

No one else on the bus was awake; only my mother and I were engaged in a deep sexual exchange under our coats.

Beneath my fingers was the plump, tender flesh of my mother's vulva, and in her hand was my rock-hard penis. On the moving minibus, my mother and I were immersed in the boundless pleasure of this mother-son sexual intimacy. No one knew our secret, only my dear mother and I. I thought my mother was so considerate; she seemed to know everything about her son's thoughts. But in my heart I thought, "How wonderful it would be if Mom could be so close to me, skin to skin?"

At that moment, while Mom was accepting my caresses, she also seemed to be not very satisfied, so she kept pressing her hand against my penis and signaling me to touch her genitals harder. She was moaning softly, her eyes half-closed. Later, I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated. Mom seemed to realize that I was about to ejaculate and wiped me with her handkerchief again and again.

Later, during our lovemaking, my mother mentioned that she had experienced two uncontrollable orgasms in the car, which explained the large amount of fluid she produced and the soaking wetness around her waist. I was careless at the time and, unaware of her orgasms, didn't reciprocate with tenderness. Hearing this truly moved me. After ejaculation, my

mother's hand was tightly clasped with mine under her coat. I held hers, and she held mine; we held on tightly. My mother's hands were soft and delicate. I knew that this exchange of hands between us, a silent symbol of our established sexual relationship, was a form of unspoken love. Holding my mother's slender hand, which had been tightly caressing my penis, I, as her son, felt like the happiest person in the world.

The next morning, around seven o'clock, we got off the bus. At that moment, my mother and I both knew that after that night on the bus, our relationship was no longer just that of mother and son, and we knew what to do next. My mother carried my luggage ahead, eagerly heading home.

I followed behind, looking at my mother's full, round buttocks, thinking that she was only forty-three years old. Although her figure was more robust than that of a young woman, I thought, a mother is a mother, and isn't making love with one's own mother a unique experience? I know that beneath my mother's dignified exterior, her burning love for her son is simply hidden by her winter clothes.

Recalling her initiative in the car that night, imagining our hours together, I think her lower body, moist and warm, must be anxiously awaiting my arrival; her snow-white, plump body will surely belong to me. Mom! My dearest Mom, let's go to bed as soon as we get home, okay?

I secretly think that this winter vacation is sure to be rich and colorful.

Sure enough, as soon as we got home, Mom started making love to me passionately. Dad wasn't home that morning, and we, mother and son, made love three times in a row during our first time making love. In my eyes, Mom's panting body and her kisses, sweeter than honey, were more precious than anything else.

During the nearly one-hour-plus sexual intercourse, "there were three times in total; the first time was too short, and the next two were longer." My mother seemed to only say one thing in her joy: "Son, be gentle, be gentle, you're killing me!"

[The End]

My sex life with my mother was very wonderful, but it all started with my mother's temptation. It was my mother's "offering herself" to me, her son, and her actively "delivering herself" to me. I am not belittling my mother; on the contrary, I am praising her selfless love for me.

Before I slept with my mother, I was still a virgin. So, my first time was actually "lost" to my mother, but that's not entirely accurate either. Wasn't my mother selflessly "offering herself" to me by initiating sex with me? Therefore, I still have to say that my sexual relationship with my mother was actually a voluntary, tacitly agreed-upon act of adultery. This pleasurable incest between mother and son is also God's will, a predestined relationship from a past life between my mother and me. I want to thank my dear mother!

Last year, I scored very high on the college entrance exam and was admitted to a prestigious university in Nanchang. This was exactly what my family wanted, because my aunt's family works in Nanchang.

My mother said, "That's great! Now you have someone to take care of you in Nanchang, and it'll be much easier for me to visit my sister."

My father said, "Wasn't this what we considered when we filled out our college applications?"

My mother said, "Now it's really come true. Back then it was just a choice, how could we not be happy?"

Actually, I later realized my mother's true intention: because I was going to university in Nanchang, she would have more opportunities to meet and have sex with me, while my father, of course, was kept in the dark.

After starting high school, I had many sexual desires for my mother, but I thought that she was, after all, my biological mother, so I could only bury this secret love for her deep in my heart.

That day, when I went to school to register, my parents took me there together. Afterwards, we went to my aunt's house for a while. Before leaving, my mother said, "If anything happens, write home often. If you miss me, I'll come to the school."

Then they left Nanchang. At the end of last year, my parents called me and said that my aunt's eldest son was getting married, and my mother was going to my aunt's house in Nanchang to attend the wedding ceremony. They asked me not to come home yet and to go to my aunt's house with my mother.

I never imagined that what I had longed for with my mother would happen so naturally. I never imagined my mother would be such a resourceful person. She's a mother who loves her son dearly, and also a woman with a seductive nature at heart. I absolutely adore her.

On January 23, 2001, I met my mother at my aunt's house after more than four months of separation. We were overjoyed. My mother said we'd go home together in a few days.

My aunt jokingly said, "You're such a child, needing your mother to pick you up?"

My mother replied, "In my eyes, he'll always be a child. I'm a little worried about him, so picking him up this time was just a convenience. I won't do that again."

There's no train from Nanchang to our home, only a bus, a fourteen-hour journey each way. On the afternoon of January 26, we boarded the 5 PM bus on our way home. This marked the beginning of our unforgettable sexual relationship. It was already winter. After we got on the bus, we started watching videos. We were in a luxury minibus. Because my mother and I were sitting in the last row, around 9 PM, I started to doze off in the turbulence. My mother was also sleepy, and shortly after watching the video, she leaned against me and fell asleep.

There were four people in the back row. My mother sat on the far right, by the right window, and I sat to her left. The two passengers to my left were a woman in her thirties and what was probably her son, about six or seven years old. The child was right next to my left, and at first he was quite noisy with his mother, but then he fell asleep.

Although the air conditioning was on in the car, it was a winter night. When I woke up, I found that the army coat my dad had brought to school had been draped over both my mom and me. I don't know when my mom covered us with the coat, but I think it must have been her.

I drifted off to sleep, and I can't remember what time it was, but suddenly I felt a hand moving around in my crotch. I was sure it was my mom's hand. Sometimes her hand would stay still, and sometimes it would squeeze my penis through my clothes. I didn't make a sound, thinking it was just something my mom was doing in her sleep.

Actually, I'd long harbored sexual fantasies about my mother, but at that moment I didn't understand her meaning. Firstly, I'd never had any sexual interaction or experience with her, and secondly, we were on a crowded bus, and I didn't dare make any moves towards her. So, I didn't think much of her actions, assuming she'd unintentionally placed them on my genitals.

After a while, her hand was now exploring forcefully, consciously and clearly stroking and pinching my penis. I felt a mix of nervousness and overwhelming excitement, and could only pretend to be asleep. But how could I possibly be asleep?

Seeing that I didn't react, and perhaps knowing I was pretending to be asleep, my mother pressed her body tightly against me again. For a moment, I felt her full body, especially her left thigh, was particularly thick and warm. It seemed her left leg was deliberately pressing heavily on my right. I smelled a very pleasant, feminine scent emanating from my mother—a very unique scent, the kind only my mother could give off.

At this point, I still pretended not to wake up. Then, my mother began to become restless. Her fingers moved noticeably, sometimes pressing hard against my lower body, sometimes gently stroking my penis, like caressing, but both times with force. Then, she quietly unzipped my pants and reached deeper inside, directly touching my penis and pressing it up and down forcefully.

At that moment, I didn't know what to say, because it all happened so suddenly. I only felt my penis was warm and incredibly large in my mother's small, fleshy hands. I was no longer able to control myself, nor could I predict what would happen next. I wanted my mother to caress me like that, so I slightly parted my legs to make it easier for her to caress me, but my eyes remained closed.

Then, I heard my mother's soft sighs, warm and full of maternal love and allure, and felt her warm face close to mine. I knew my mother was awake by now, and she understood my cooperation and hints. Actually, I really wanted to touch her body, but I had no experience in this area, so I didn't dare to make a move. My mother, being in her forties, gripped my genitals tightly with her hand, completely uninhibited, as if implying that I shouldn't be afraid and should let her touch me.

At that moment, I didn't know what to do. I could only passively submit to my mother's caresses. My mother is an accountant. She's very fair-skinned, with a pretty face, permed hair, and a fashionable and dignified appearance. She's about 1.6 meters tall and has a full figure, but not at all bulky. She's the type with large breasts, a wide bottom, and a slim waist. I especially love how she looks in summer dresses. When she walks, her ample hips sway, and her plump thighs look incredibly fair and sexy to me, her son.

Of course, my mother doesn't know what I'm thinking. When I was preparing for the college entrance exam, my mother told me many times, "If you get into university, I'll do whatever you want!" This shows her love for me. But my true thoughts are: Mom! How wonderful it would be if you could make love to me! Even if it was only once, how could I say that? So, I could only embrace my mother's full body in countless dreams.

And so, my mother cuddled and touched me for over half an hour. I couldn't bear it any longer; I felt myself about to ejaculate, so I shifted my body, yawned, and stopped pretending to be asleep.

At this moment, Mom gently withdrew her hand and opened her eyes, saying to me, "You weren't asleep?"

I didn't react for a moment and said, "Yes, I just woke up! I was sleeping, I was sleeping!"

Seeing that I was stammering, Mom chuckled softly, her voice low and somewhat ambiguous, saying, "Sleep some more! Now Mom will sleep well with you!"

As she spoke, her hand under her coat began to press on my lower body again, smiling. Before I could reply, she said, "There's still plenty of time, get some sleep!"

and squeezed my hand tightly. "Okay?"

I could hear the unspoken meaning in her words. She still didn't let go, and chuckled softly, "Mom and you still have ten hours before we get home! No rush."

Then, in a voice only I could hear, she whispered to me, "Was that okay? Humph!"

I felt so happy for my mother's smile! Since my mother had made it clear, I was actually very happy inside. But I didn't want to show my excitement, so I made small talk, saying, "Yes! Okay! Okay! It's still a long way off! More than ten hours before we get home! Mom, are you cold?"

My heart was in turmoil, and my words were incoherent.

My mother said to me softly and alluringly, "We have our coats, right? We're not afraid of anything! Go back to sleep."

In the dimly lit carriage, my mother's smile was incredibly seductive. My mother's surname is Xu, and at this moment, she truly resembled a seductive middle-aged woman. She was enticing her lustful son, and I began to indulge in my long-desired incestuous dreams. I thought to myself, "My mother is truly my blessing!"

Then, my mother pressed her hand heavily on my thigh twice: "Isn't that right? What's there to be afraid of with this coat covering you?"

By this time, I understood everything. It turned out that before this, my mother had deliberately touched my lower body, cleverly concealing it all with the coat. Besides, it was late at night, and everyone on the bus was asleep. Next to me was an innocent child. Only my mother and I knew about the incestuous acts we were doing under the coat. Apart from making love, no one else could possibly find out what we were doing under that heavy military coat.

I stopped pretending to be oblivious and found it exciting. I kept thinking, "Mom is so good." A strong desire to have sex with my mother, something I'd never considered before, surged within me. However, we were in the car, and sex was absolutely impossible. I could only let my mother caress me. Her full, fleshy body felt so warm and substantial. I really wanted to reach inside her, but I was also a little afraid.

So, we continued to "sleep." My mother seemed to sense my thoughts. While she was touching my genitals, she began to guide my hand to touch hers. But I could only touch her through her clothes. At first, it was alright, but later, I felt unsatisfied and used my eyes and fingers to signal to my mother that it wasn't so easy to touch her! My mother understood my intention. She leaned back in the car seat, trying to project her lower body forward to make it easier for me to touch her. Then, she loosened her belt under her coat and guided my hand to the depths of her flower, which I had longed for. Twenty-one years ago, this was where I was born, and now it was the place where my mother and I wanted to engage in a physical struggle and battle.

My God! At twenty-one years old, I had never touched any woman before. This was the first time I had ever touched a woman's lower body, and it was my own mother's lower body. At that moment, I felt that my mother's lower body was already soaked, covered in warm, wet fluid. When I stretched my hand down to further touch the tender meat of my mother's lower body, I felt my mother's legs clamping my fingers tightly. I felt that it was hairy there, and the tender meat was tight, wet, and warm. I don't know what to do next? Mom may have seen what I meant, she opened her thighs slightly, took my hand with her hand under the coat, and stroked it quickly on her plump vagina.

Seeing that I didn't dare to exert force, she whispered in my ear: "Press harder, it doesn't matter!"

No one was awake in the car, only my mother and I were having a deep sexual exchange under the coat.

Beneath my fingers lay the plump, tender flesh of my mother's vulva, and in her hand was my erect penis, rock hard. On the moving minibus, my mother and I were immersed in the boundless pleasure of this mother-son sexual intimacy. No one knew our secret, only my beloved mother and I. I thought my mother was so considerate; she seemed to know everything about her son's thoughts. But in my heart I thought, "How wonderful it would be if Mom could be so close to me, skin to skin?"

At that moment, while Mom was accepting my caresses, she also seemed to be not very satisfied, so she kept pressing her hand against my penis and signaling me to touch her genitals harder. She was moaning softly, her eyes half-closed. Later, I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated. Mom seemed to realize that I was about to ejaculate and wiped me with her handkerchief again and again.

Later, during our lovemaking, my mother mentioned that she had experienced two uncontrollable orgasms in the car, which explained the large amount of fluid she produced and the soaking wetness around her waist. I was careless at the time and, unaware of her orgasms, didn't reciprocate with tenderness. Hearing this truly moved me. After ejaculation, my

mother's hand was tightly clasped with mine under her coat. I held hers, and she held mine; we held on tightly. My mother's hands were soft and delicate. I knew that this exchange of hands between us, a silent symbol of our established sexual relationship, was a form of unspoken love. Holding my mother's slender hand, which had been tightly caressing my penis, I, as her son, felt like the happiest person in the world.

The next morning, around seven o'clock, we got off the bus. At that moment, my mother and I both knew that after that night on the bus, our relationship was no longer just that of mother and son, and we knew what to do next. My mother carried my luggage ahead, eagerly heading home.

I followed behind, looking at my mother's full, round buttocks, thinking that she was only forty-three years old. Although her figure was more robust than that of a young woman, I thought, a mother is a mother, and isn't making love with one's own mother a unique experience? I know that beneath my mother's dignified exterior, her burning love for her son is simply hidden by her winter clothes.

Recalling her initiative in the car that night, imagining our hours together, I think her lower body, moist and warm, must be anxiously awaiting my arrival; her snow-white, plump body will surely belong to me. Mom! My dearest Mom, let's go to bed as soon as we get home, okay?

I secretly think that this winter vacation is sure to be rich and colorful.

Sure enough, as soon as we got home, Mom started making love to me passionately. Dad wasn't home that morning, and in our long-awaited embrace, we made love three times in our first ever mother-son sexual encounter. In my eyes, Mom's panting body and her kisses, sweeter than honey, were more precious than anything.

During the nearly hour-long intercourse (three times in total, the first time too short, the next two longer), Mom seemed to only say one thing in her ecstasy: "Son, be gentle, be gentle, you're killing me!"

[The End]

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